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. . . matt, your best friend—gets drunk, whispers your name like a prayer and eats you out like a sinner.

drunk!matt x soft!reader | smut oral (f receiving), messy face-sitting vibes, praise, slurred begging, overstimulation potential

The bass thumps faintly through the walls, but up here, in the bedroom, the air feels thick and slow. Like the world stopped moving the second you let Matt press you down against the bed, eyes glassy, lips swollen, drunk off cheap whiskey and the thought of getting you like this—under him. For him.

Or more accurately, above him.

He’s on his knees between your thighs, flushed and mouthy, palms pushing up under your skirt like he’s impatient just to feel where you’re warm. Your panties hit the floor ages ago, somewhere between breathy giggles and him whispering “C'mere– l– let me...please, I...i need it– haah...”

Now? His face is buried in you like he means it.

“Fuck– baby,” he groans against your inner thigh, kissing it sloppily, tongue dragging a line up toward your heat. “You’re so soft. Can’t stop thinkin’ about this. Can’t—”

He doesn’t finish. Just licks again, slower this time, his tongue flat and warm as it presses into your folds, collecting slick with a deep, hungry sound in his throat. He buries his mouth against you, breath hot and wet, tongue working through the mess like he’s savoring every inch.

Your hips twitch. You’re already dizzy.

“Wanted you all night,” he mutters, kissing the top of your mound like it’s something sacred. “And you’ve been sittin’ there, bein’ sooo sweet—lookin’ at me like that…”

You don’t even realize how tight you’re gripping his hair until he groans again, tongue dipping down low to circle your entrance. He noses deeper like he wants to drown in it, breath dragging out in a ragged, half-drunk moan when your thighs try to clamp around his head.

“M- matt...” you whimper. You can barely think. His jaw is working so messily between your legs, and his nose—fuck, it presses up right against your clit every time he licks upward, slick building with every pass of his tongue.

He doesn’t wait for permission. Doesn’t tease or slow down. He spreads you open with both thumbs & devours—broad, greedy strokes from base to tip, then quick little flicks right over your clit like he knows it’ll make you jump.

“Don’t care,” he says into you, slurring it a little, voice sticky and full of praise. “I’ll be good. Just—lemme taste. Please.”

He’s so drunk. And it’s making him reckless. He kisses your pussy like he doesn’t know what shame is—mouth open, chin wet, tongue messy and constant. He moans again when your hips grind up into his face, and he fuckin' ruts against the mattress like the taste of you is getting him off.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans, licking harder now, rougher. “Could stay here all night. You’d let me, wouldn’t you? Sweet girl like you…”

His mouth latches onto your clit, tongue circling it sloppily while his nose bumps against it with every twitch of his head. You cry out, legs tightening, trying to run—but he grips your hips, growling low, and buries himself deeper.

“That’s it...baby–let me have it.”

And with the way his mouth is moving—wet, hot, tongue stroking fast and needy—you do. You come shaking against his face, back arching, moaning something close to a sob as his name stutters off your lips.

And Matt? He moans too. Like you did something to him.

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—getting ahead of yourself with matt—

“sit down” he demands as you approach your couch in the living room. he backs you up against it leaving you no choice BUT to oblige. “has my girl lost her little mind?” he sighs heavily, kneeling down to get onto your level.

his gaze was wide, stern, hands caressing your thighs as he squeezes them gently. your gaze meets his, your breathing uneven as your heat throbs between your thighs. “m’sorry, matt..” you say softly, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“she’s sorry, hm?” he coos, pouting his bottom lip mockingly. “should’ve thought about that before running that slutty tongue of yours, yeah?” he tuts, standing up to tower over your sitting figure, slowly backing away.

your eyes follow his every move, your body aching to be touched. he stops a few feet away from you, his eyes filled with this unidentifiable emotion. he stands there for a few more moments before lifting his hand and pointing his index finger out signaling for you to come over to him.

without hesitation you stand up, and slowly approach him before he interrupts you, “stop.” he instructs, running his slim fingers through his hair. “crawl over t’me..” he demands. you stop dead in your tracks, your face turning tomato red as you look away from him bashfully.

“look at me” he rolls his eyes, his voice stern yet soft. “what happened to that smart mouth, hm?” he coos, his feet still standing planted in the same spot, keeping his same unidentifiable look on his face. “cmon—be a good girl and do what i tell y’to do..” he bites his lip, crossing his arms as he waits impatiently for you to oblige.

you have no choice but to sink to all fours, your face getting redder by the minute, panties soaked. matt smirks at the sight of you. your flushed skin trembling against the cold floor as you slowly crawl over to him.

you were still hesitant to this, but it fascinated you not knowing what was to come of it. that’s what thrilled you the most about pushing matt’s buttons. never knowing what he was going to do, but knowing he would ruin you so good. it was a win win for the both of you.

you still crawl over to him regardless, your palms flush on the cold floor as well as your knees.

as you finally approach him, he tilts your head up to look at him. “that’s my good girl..” he praises, his unidentifiable gaze now smug. “look at that pretty face—all mine, hm?” he tilts his head to the side, slowly unbuckling his belt. but before he fully unbuckles it, he thrusts his boner to your flushed face. “see what y’did?” he coos, rubbing it against your face, almost like a prized trophy as he backs his hips up.

“is this what you wanted?—to be used like a whore?” his gentle praise facade disappears. “i bet you’re dripping for it..” he scoffs, grabbing your arm and standing you up. he then trails his hand down to your heat, taking a dip into your underwear, swirling his fingers over your swollen nub.

you whimper softly as you lean into his touch, but he quickly removes his hand and shoves you back down to your knees in one swift motion.

“bad slutty girls don’t get to get off..” he growls, as he finishes unbuckling his belt. “suck my cock and think about what y’did” he throws his belt across the room as he pulls his pants down. “y’gonna look so pretty when i fuck that mouth…” he smirks.

a/n: IM BACKKKKK

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1. fuck donald trump

2. fuck ICE

3. fuck everyone who voted donald trump even though they probably can’t read this! 🤍

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contents: smut. pnv. mirror sex. soft dom!chris. praising. use of petnames.

"tilt your head, baby." chris's voice is low, barely there, as he traces his thumb along your jaw. you do it without thinking, and his hand follows—guiding, steadying—until your gaze catches the glass in front of the bed.

you blink, dazed. and then you see it—yourself.

messy hair, flushed cheeks, lips trembling as you gasp under him. your body beneath his. the image so raw, so unfiltered, it makes your chest twist.

"don’t look away," he whispers.

you weren’t going to. not really. but now you can’t even blink. his hips roll against yours in slow, dragging thrusts that have your toes curling and your fingers gripping the sheets. his eyes flick between your reflection and your face, hungry.

"look at you," he murmurs, breath hot on your neck. "don’t even know how good you look, do you?"

your cunt clenches in response, making a low groan slip out of his pretty lips. your eyes sting, but it’s not from tears. it’s from the way he’s looking at you. like he’s proud.

“chris…” you try, but it sounds more like a moan than a word.

"shh." he kisses your temple and dips his head lower to your shoulder, letting his teeth graze your skin just enough to make you twitch. "keep your eyes on the mirror, ma"

your skin burns, nerves on fire as you follow his command. you don’t know what’s more overwhelming—his body moving inside you, or the sight of yourself losing it so completely under him.

he shifts, angle changing, and your breath stutters when he hits just right. again. again. soft, deep strokes that make your legs shake. your voice cracks around a moan.

chris groans, deeper now, his fingers spreading across your waist to pull you closer. “that’s it… that’s what i wanna hear.”

you cry out this time, loud, shameless.

"yeah?" he breathes, and there’s something new in his voice—less gentle, more greedy. "don't hide it now… no one's around to hear but me.."

you do. not because he tells you to, but because you want to.

because when you catch your reflection in the mirror—eyes glazed with longing, lips parted in a desperate gasp, body trembling with need—it finally hits you.

you crave this with every fiber of your being.

©sagesturns☆

a/n: the ending was so rushed cause i was too sleepy to think of another one

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contents: smut. pnv. softdom!matt. sex tape. stomach bulge. praising. +more

your legs are thrown over matt’s shoulders, lace-trimmed socks brushing his jaw as he rolls his hips into you, slow and mean. each thrust drags his cock deeper, the stretch brutal — your stomach tightens under the pressure, bulging obscenely where he hits.   “look at that,” he murmurs, voice like syruped venom, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. “my pretty baby’s stuffed full. you feel that, huh? right there?”   he taps the swell in your lower belly and grins when you twitch.

you whimper, digging your nails into his biceps. he cages you in, elbows sinking into the mattress on either side of your head, sweat dripping from his temples.   his lips brush your ear. “hurts a little, doesn’t it?”   you nod, dizzy. “keep going.”   he groans, low and raw, and fucks deeper. your thighs shake. your tits bounce with every snap of his hips. your breath catches.

the red light on the camera blinks steadily at the edge of the bed. he set it up earlier, angled perfectly to capture every twitch, every arch of your spine, every filthy sound you make for him.

“gonna look so pretty on tape,” he mutters, running a palm down your thigh before grabbing it tighter. “gonna watch this every night, fuck myself to it. to you.”

you whimper, back arching as his cock bullies its way deeper, forcing a high, broken cry from your throat. your body’s trembling, clinging to him as he leans over you, pressing you into the sheets.

his eyes flicker down to your stomach, watching the bulge in awe. “look at that,” he whispers, thumbing the swell. “you feel that, baby? that’s all me.”

you nod frantically, words lost in your throat.

matt leans close, lips brushing your ear, voice low and dripping with possession. “say hi to the camera.”

“m-matt—”

he just chuckles, kisses your neck. “don’t be shy. you’re fuckin’ glowing for me.”

then he shifts, grabs under your back and lifts you up, holding you tight to his chest as he fucks into you like you’re his last breath. the angle hits something deep — too deep — and you cry out, gasping into his skin.

“say my name,” he whispers, “nice and loud. wanna hear it on playback.”

you moan it again and again.   he leans in and kisses you — slow, hungry, dirty — then pulls you into his lap without ever slipping out, your arms around his neck, thighs locked around his waist.

“gonna keep it just for us,” he pants. “only we get to see how good i wreck you.”

then he shifts, sitting up and dragging you into his lap, keeping you full of his dick the entire time. your arms wrap around his neck, and he bounces you on his cock like he’s addicted to the sound of you gasping.

the tape keeps rolling.

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a/n: neeeeeeeddddddd. wrote this on the 1 hour bus ride.... sigh.

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sweet thing. dilf¡matt

“that’s it, baby. just let it in.”

he groans against your cheek, voice low and syrupy, all breath and heat as he pushes into you—slow and thick and relentless. your arms tighten around his neck, thighs already shaking where they’re wrapped around his waist, but he’s got you. his big hands under your ass, his forearms braced strong and steady, holding you up like you weigh nothing.

“shhh,” he breathes, hips rolling forward again, grinding you up against the wall. “you’re doin’ so good for me, y’know that? takin’ it so sweet.”

your head falls back with a whimper, mouth open, eyes fluttering as he fucks up into you in smooth, deep strokes. every thrust presses his cock right against that soft spot inside you that makes your belly tense, your pussy flutter tight around him—and he feels it.

“there she is,” he murmurs, one palm sliding up your spine, holding you tighter as your body starts to tremble. “feelin’ full now, huh? yeah, i know, bunny. i know it’s a lot.”

his voice is thick with praise and control, all soft and condescending like he loves watching your brain melt. like he wants it. and you can’t even speak, too busy panting, clinging, trying to keep up with how deep he’s fucking you—slow but heavy, like he’s trying to imprint himself inside you.

“c’mon, you don’t have to think. just hold on to me,” he grits, teeth grazing your jaw as he thrusts up hard enough to bounce you. “that pretty little head’s too soft for all that thinkin’ right now, ain’t it?”

your moan cuts sharp and needy, hips twitching where they’re pinned in his grip. and he smiles—eyes dark, lips flushed, cock thick and wet from how soaked you already are.

“good fuckin’ girl. just stay dumb for me, alright?” he breathes, fucking you faster now, your skin slapping against his with each roll of his hips. “let daddy do all the work.”

you nod, helpless, dumbly clenching around him like your body’s trying to drag him deeper. and he groans—sharp and wrecked—then grits out, “jesus, bunny. squeezin’ me like you want it fuckin’ permanent.”

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good boy. sub¡matt

“that’s it, pups. keep those pretty eyes on me.”

you say it slow, dragging your hips over his one more time just to feel him twitch under you. he’s already ruined—thighs trembling, hands fisting the sheets, face flushed all the way down his chest—but you’re not letting him off easy. not tonight.

his mouth falls open in a broken gasp. “m—mommy—”

“shhh,” you purr, leaning down to drag your nails up his stomach. “you know i like it better when you don’t talk.”

he whines. literally whines.

you grind down again—harder this time, more deliberate—and his head tips back against the pillow like he’s trying to disappear into it, throat exposed, jaw tight with restraint. he’s been holding back, being good, waiting for you to let him come since the second you got on top of him. but you’re not even close to done playing yet.

you press your palm to his chest and rock your hips again, letting your pussy drag wet and slow over his cock until he’s shaking.

“oh my god—fuck—please,” he babbles, hips twitching uselessly under you. “please let me, i need—”

“need what?” you smile, already knowing. you roll your hips again and his breath catches in his throat. “you gonna cry for me, darling?”

his eyes flutter open—wet, dazed, full of you.

you love him like this. spread out, submissive, fucked-out and begging with nothing left to hold onto but the sound of your voice. he’s so easy to break. and so fucking beautiful when you do.

“you’re so loud tonight,” you murmur, leaning forward until your chest brushes his. your voice is soft now, teasing. “what happened to my quiet little boy?”

“you—fuck—you’re riding me so good,” he gasps, his hands twitching like he wants to touch you but knows better. “feels too good, i can’t—”

you cut him off by rolling your hips just right, your clit dragging against the base of his cock as you sink down onto him again. he lets out a helpless moan, full body arching under you, and you have to grip his throat to keep him in place.

“stay down.”

he freezes. goes pliant. eyes wide.

you sit up again, hands trailing down his chest, then your own body, fingers grazing your tits before gripping his hips and moving again. and he watches—of course he does—mouth slack, chest heaving, so desperate he looks like he might cry.

you bounce now. slow, rhythmic, letting him feel every inch of you slide over him. he’s dripping—his cock is soaked, red, twitching—and every time your pussy clenches around him, he whimpers.

“m’not gonna last,” he stammers. “please—mommy—i can’t—”

“you will.”

you slam down on him, hard. his whole body jolts. a strangled moan breaks out of his throat and his hands fly up to grab the headboard instead of you, because you told him not to touch. and he listens. like a good boy.

“you gonna come without permission, baby?” you taunt. “huh? you gonna make a mess for mommy without asking?”

he frantically shakes his head, panting. “no—no i’ll wait, i swear—i swear, i’ll be good—”

“yeah, you will,” you coo, running your fingers through his hair as you keep fucking him deep, steady, deliciously slow. “you’ll come when i tell you. not a second before.”

“yes,” he whimpers, eyes fluttering shut. “thank you, thank you—”

you fuck him harder.

the sound of skin slapping fills the room, filthy and wet and perfect. your slick drips down his cock, pooling under him, making a mess of the sheets you’re both too far gone to care about. he’s whining with every thrust now, hips bucking into yours even though you told him not to.

“aw, sweetheart,” you laugh breathlessly, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “you’re so fucking desperate. haven’t even touched you all day and you’re already shaking for me?”

“i need it,” he groans, nearly sobbing. “please, please—wanna come so bad, mommy, please—”

“not yet.”

he whines again, louder. needy and pathetic.

you clench around him just to watch his reaction. he shudders violently beneath you, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temples. he looks so fucking pretty when he’s ruined.

“you really are my dumb little puppy, huh?” you whisper, licking a stripe up his throat. “just wanna be used, filled up, made stupid.”

he nods so fast you think he might hurt himself. “yes—yes—i want it so bad—please, i need to come inside you, i’ll be so good—”

you sit back up and ride him hard.

he nearly screams.

you grip his thighs, sink down on him over and over again, and his body arches up into you without permission. he’s trying so hard to behave, to wait, to be the good boy you trained him to be—but you’re making it impossible. and you know it.

he’s right on the edge. you can feel it in how he’s pulsing inside you, the way he’s twitching, the way every muscle in his body is begging for release. you slow it down just enough to tease, grinding deep, slow, filthy.

“you wanna fill mommy up, pups?”

“yes,” he gasps, hands shaking where they’re clenched in the sheets. “please, please, let me, i need it so fucking bad—”

“then beg.”

his mouth drops open, eyes wide. he’s already begging, you can see it in the way he looks at you, but you want the words. you want to hear it.

“use your voice.”

“please let me come,” he says instantly, breathless and broken. “please, mommy—i’ll do anything, i’ll be so good for you, i’ll clean it up after, i swear—please just let me come inside—”

you smile.

“you’re gonna come for me now, sweetie.”

and he does. instantly.

his whole body jerks beneath you, and he cries out—loud and wrecked—as he spills inside you. thick and hot and messy, cock twitching helplessly as you keep riding him through it, making him feel every second of it.

“that’s it,” you whisper, leaning over him again to press kisses to his face. “that’s my good boy.”

he’s still shaking, still gasping for air, dazed and pink and soaked in sweat.

you don’t stop.

you rock your hips, slow and deep, and he whimpers, already overstimulated, already twitching under you.

“m-mommy,” he breathes, blinking up at you with big, wet eyes. “too much—can’t—”

“yes, you can.”

he cries out again, hips bucking helplessly as you fuck him slow and heavy, drawing out every aftershock. you reach down between your bodies, rubbing your clit now, chasing your own high, using him like a toy. and he lets you. like always.

you come with a soft gasp, legs trembling around him, cunt clenching hard around his overstimulated cock. and he takes it—eyes wide, breathing ragged, watching you fall apart on top of him like it’s the only thing that matters in the world.

when you finally slow down, he’s panting.

“mommy,” he says quietly, voice raw. “i love you.”

you smile down at him, cupping his flushed face in your hand.

“i know, baby. you’re my perfect little puppy.”

he melts into it. into you.

into everything you’ve made him.

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dilf!chris has to stay quiet during an important business call while brat!reader gives him head

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you had seen him pace around the living room for about 20 minutes now, giving the person on the other end of the phone short and simples responses.

as time passed he seemed to grow more and more frustrated, the rough sound in his voice while he gave orders made your thighs rub against another.

he had been on and off the phone with multiple people all day and you could only handle so much time without his attention. he had spoiled you endlessly and even a second without his hands on you, you’re growing needy.

he had run off to his office to grab “important papers” you were guessing and he was writing down whatever, you didn’t really care. gradually you scooted closer and closer to him while watching him scribble down whatever the person was saying.

you’re now snuggled into his side with your head resting on his shoulder, letting out dramatic sighs here and there. he would soothe your waist or thigh to let you know he wasn’t ignoring you but he still needed to get this work call done.

you were getting bored, so what do you do? tease him a little bit, because.. why not?

your hand “accidentally” slips past his crotch when reaching for the tv remote on the other side of his lap. he doesn’t pay attention to it, honest mistake.

until that same hand finds its way to his thigh, pretending to smooth down a wrinkle in the denim of his jeans. your touch coming way too close to be counted as innocent. he glares over at you and you give him an unfazed smile, acting like nothing’s going on.

you yourself were getting impatient, you groan while throwing your head back, getting frustrated with the growing heat between your legs — you needed him bad.

without even thinking, you slip down onto your knees in front of him. you look up at him as he looks down at you confused, you rest your cheek against his knee silently begging for him. he smiles at you while brushing away a stray hair behind your ear.

while he looks over at his watch you took the chance to start working at his belt — catching his attention quickly he quickly goes to grab both of your hands, stopping your actions.

“please..?” you whisper, a slight pout on your lips. he grumbles a small curse before letting you go, he pulls the phone away from his ear and asks, “y’better not be loud sweetheart, got it?” you roll your eyes, “shouldn’t i be saying that to you, sweetheart?” he chuckles before going back to the phone, motioning for you to go ahead.

your teeth dig into your bottom lip while you start to slip down his pants along with his boxers, your quick to take him into your mouth. he feels heavy and warm inside, your hand goes to hold the base while you go to suck on the tip.

from above you hear a shaky breath leave chris, his lips pursed together while trying to contain himself. your mouth continues to work on him, teasing him every so often leaving small kisses from the tip all the way down to his insides of his thighs.

you decide he had enough teasing and begin to fully take him into your mouth, barely fitting half of him inside. you look up at him through your lashes to see him gripping onto the couch cushion, his cheeks slightly flushed while trying to form a coherent sentence through the phone.

the sight of seeing him so wrecked over barely anything had you grinning ear to ear, you let up from him and start to jerk him off. your hand moving at a teasingly slow pace, your thoughts are interrupted by his voice.

“fuck baby- keep going, none of th-that teasing shit.”

his free hand goes to rest atop your head, insinuating to continue sucking him off. you giggle while nodding, “well then y’better keep quiet sir, really wouldn’t those employees of yours to know how much of a needy boy you are hm?” he lets out the smallest whine and his hips lift up.

“don’t fuck- don’t say shit like that, just.. just hurry up ma. please?” his glassy blue eyes glare down at yours while begging.

as soon as he’s finished your lips wrap around him once more, taking him as deep as you can now. slightly gagging as he hits that certain spot in the back of your throat, you feel him slowly rocking into your mouth — setting his own pace.

your head starts to bob up and down even faster, trying to go along with his thrusts. you feel his hand tug at your hair while pulling you further down his length, until you feel one last thrust as he paints the insides of mouth.

he sits there for a second until he lets go, watching you swallow every bit of him. you look up to see the phone hung up and long forgotten about right next to him.

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this seems too long to be a blurb tbh, but i wrote this in one sitting!! EVERYONE CHEER FOR ME >o<

anyway this is for @mattsstarlet, she basically YELLED at me to write for my beloved dilf!chris again, i hope you enjoy!!

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— mean!chris’s ego is threatening to crack. . .

you’re not sure how long you’ve been waiting for this moment.

the moment chris’s ego starts to crack.

the moment he falls apart for you.

you’re on your knees now, lips stretched beautifully around his cock, his grip tight in your hair—but it’s not the control he wants you to think it is. not when his breathing’s ragged, not when he’s brutally face-fucking you, not when the smallest whimper escapes him and his jaw clenches like he’s trying to swallow it down.

he’s losing it. you know it. he knows it.

and God, it’s addictive.

“i—fuck—that all you got?” he chuckles darkly—shakily. he’s crumbling. trying to stay all tough and mean. “don’t get all cocky jus’ ‘cause i made a noise…n-not like it’s that good.” he rasps through gritted teeth, clearly lying.

you peer up at him through your lashes and—oh. you could tell he was really struggling. his hand tightens in your hair as you remove one of yours from his thigh and move it to cup his balls. his hips stutter, betraying the quick, steady pace he’d set when this all started.

“jesus, wh-why does that feel so—“ chris cuts himself off with a sharp inhale, yanking his hand out of your hair in favor of covering his mouth with it to stifle a whimper. you take the opportunity to pull your mouth off of his length, latching your lips solely around his tip, sucking on it momentarily. you pull away and give it a soft kiss, to which he jerks his hips. “shit—don’t—don’t do that again, i—well, maybe—“ his babbling is cut off by yet another gasp.

you’re given a rush of confidence at how quickly he’s crumbling. he pushes back into your mouth, your warm throat constricting around his length once again. you lift your eyes to his face pridefully, and you’d giggle at his wrecked appearance if his dick wasn’t shoved down your throat. “r-real proud of yourself, huh?” he grunts, reaching his hand back down to your scalp, tangling his nimble fingers in the wisps at the nape of your neck.

chris’s tip repeatedly hits the bruised spot in the back of your throat, quickening his rough pace. he was always rough with you, but you didn’t mind. in fact, you happened to thoroughly enjoy being treated like his little ragdoll.

fat, hot tears drip down your cheeks, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth and trickling down onto your bare chest. the both of you were a mess. but only one of you had an ego threatening to crack. and you both know which one it is.

chris squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a pathetic groan as he tosses his head back in ecstasy. he was close. he’s never finished this fast, so you were proud to say the least. “fuuck, you’re gonna make me—shit.” he grunts, tilting your head downward so he can get a deeper angle down your throat.

choked, garbled noises bubble up from your throat as you gag on his length. your knees are burning against the carpet you’re knelt on, and you can feel yourself drenching your panties, throbbing with need already. chris looks back down at your wrecked appearance in awe.

you could feel his cock pulsing against your tongue with each thrust of his hips, the string inside of him threatening to snap any second. he tilts his head back once again, but then jolts forward again, like he can’t decide if he wants to hold it in a little longer or give in.

but, ultimately, his body works faster than his brain, making the decision for him. you drag your nails up his tensing thigh, then grip it to steady yourself as his climax hits him. “fuuuck…swallow it all, c’mon…” he holds your head at the base of his cock, his hot release painting the walls of your throat white. he pulls out slowly, to which you lick his length clean of any remaining cum.

chris taps your chin with 2 fingers, signaling you to show him you swallowed it all. you do as you’re told, sticking your tongue out and showing that you did. “good girl,” chris rasps, his lips curling up into a menacing smirk.

he drags his thumb across your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly as his breathing steadies. there’s a flicker of something vulnerable in his eyes—just for a second—but it’s gone as fast as it came.

“getting cocky now, huh?” he mutters, the familiar edge slipping back into his voice like armor protecting his ego.

you stay on your knees, chest still rising and falling, watching as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand like he’s not the one who just lost control. like he didn’t almost fall apart in front of you.

he straightens up, tucks himself back in, and flashes you that smug little smirk—the one that used to make you flinch, but now? now it just makes your stomach twist in a different way.

“don’t get it twisted,” he says, jaw tight as he steps back, voice trying to stay cold. “i’m still the one in control.”

but the way his hands are shaking just slightly at his sides?

you know better.

author’s note. . . hi uh this is very short and lowkey buns…not proofread and based off this from twin!

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RED MEANS GO.

premise ; you and matt finally reach a stop light.

content warnings ; blowjob + handjob . sub!matt kinda?? .

wordcount ; 708.

matt was nearly speeding down the highway, eager to get home. “slow down, matty,” you whispered as your hand continued to twist up and down his shaft. “ca-can’t, too—” he swallowed, breath shaky. “too good—hah!” he gasped softly, involuntarily bucking his hips as you had swiped your thumb on his slit.

“shh, shh,” you cooed. he was struggling to keep his eyes open, the pleasure of your grip mixed with his precum being too much.

matt’s eyes practically lit up as a bright spark of yellow beamed just a bit further down the road. the car began to move even faster to match your rhythm. he stared at the street light like it was a sign from heaven, and the urgent look he held made you want to suck him off even more.

you had promised it later, which is what got your hand wrapped around his dick in the first place. but you could see it in the way he squeezed the steering wheel, desperately trying to stay in his lane and not swerve—even though it was just you two rolling down the empty cement. he wanted it now.

he stopped as the light had barely turned red, turning to you with a pretty puppy-dog look in his eyes. and you couldn’t resist. you practically pounced on him after swiftly unbuckling yourself with your free hand. you were bent over the center console, knees propping you up from your seat.

you immediately wrapped your mouth over his tip, hearing a mix of a whine and a groan bubble out from him. “faster, ma—please!” he bucked his hips up. you sunk further down his length, your hand getting what you couldn't fit.

you had about a minute and a few seconds to get him there, and thank god you jerked him off on the way here.

your head bobbed quickly, hand moving in sync. matt felt like he was on cloud 9 with the pace you were going. he gathered your hair in his hand as a way of grounding himself. his eyes were squeezed shut, head flown back against the headrest, and his other hand raking through his hair.

“oh my—fuuuuuuck,” he moaned as you swirled your tongue on his tip, slightly dipping into his slit. you hollowed your cheeks as you took him back in again, spit drooling from the sides of your mouth and down his shaft.

“please, ma- pleasepleaseplease, shit!” you could tell by the twinge in his voice that he was close. dangerously close. you moaned around him, sending vibrations on his dick and causing him to squirm. “mama, please. please, m’so close,” he begged.

you picked up the pace, bordering unruly at this point. you had maybe 30 something seconds left, and you could tell he was panicking. sloppy sounds of your spit and choked moans of you gagging filled the car alongside his mewls, and all you did was nod.

he was done for.

he got your signal immediately, balls tightening and body jerking as he let out a low moan. spurts of his arousal coated your mouth and throat as you swallowed, continuing to bob your head through his orgasm.

“yeah, yeah, yeah- fuck, yeah.” he gently pulled you back up as his softening cock became sensitive. “god, i love you,” he whispered, putting himself back into his pants.

“mm, i love you too,” you sat up and wiped the corner of your mouth with your thumb, licking the last bit of his cum off. you gave matt a sweet and chaste kiss on his lips before settling back in your seat.

“fuck.” he huffed, trying to calm his heaving chest. he looked so gorgeous like this. sweaty and messy haired. all because of you.

the rumble of a car filled your ears as it began to roll down next to matt’s side of the car. he cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair, lifting his brows to move them out of their scrunched state.

a smile crept onto your face as he tried to be normal, especially when the light turned green and he sped off before the other car could stop and see him. “we’re continuing when we get home.” he said, face still flushed.

gabs yaps ; i made this kinda match my new theme, which is literally based off of that picture LMFAOO. i'm obsessed with it like he looks SO GOOD he needs to be in red forever n ever.

tags ; @starzify @sunsbaby @deansbeer @soldiersgirl @bruisedfig @legalmente-loca @rositaslabyrinth @berry-xoxo @y2kstarr @slut4christopherr @passionfruitchris @angelxsturns @courta13

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⋆˚࿔ ୨୧ professor!matt bending you over his desk after class

(dirty talk, backshots, unprotected sex, pet names, degradation.)

the classroom is filled with an energizing buzz, a blend of youthful chatter and the rustling of textbooks and pages flipping. matt, your professor, steps up to the lectern with an assured stance, his sharp features and commanding presence immediately demanding attention. the light from the overhead projector casts an enchanting glow on his chiseled face, accentuating the small laugh lines around his almond-shaped eyes.

you sit in the back, deliberately choosing the most provocative outfit you own, a short, tight skirt that barely covers your curves, and a tight blouse that accentuates your ample breasts. the cool air of the lecture hall causes goosebumps to form on your skin, making your nipples harden beneath the thin fabric. the anticipation sends a ripple of desire coursing through your veins as you adjust your glasses, the lenses glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights.

matt begins the lecture, his voice deep and authoritative, filling the room. you watch him intently, imagining his hands tracing down your curves, his fingers teasing your aching pussy. each time his eyes meet yours, there's an unspoken promise of something more, something sinful and forbidden.

the lecture finally ends, and matt dismisses the class. as students pack their bags and exit the room, you remain seated, allowing the possibility of privacy to unfold. the last student files out, leaving you alone with matt. you rise from your seat, swaying your hips seductively as you approach him.

"professor sturniolo," you begin, your voice a purr as you lean against his desk, your breasts barely inches from his face. "i'm not entirely satisfied with my grade. might there be a way to... improve it?"

matt adjusts his tie, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “yeah? what don’t you like about your grade, sweetheart?” he teased, knowing how that pet name got to you. “it’s a 70, sir. you gave me a 70.”

“so?”

“so, maybe i could…get some extra credit somehow?” you smiled, purposefully showing off your breasts and your ass with the outfit you wore. matt’s eyes darken as he looks up at you, a small smirk playing on his lips. "is that so?" he replies, standing up to close the distance between you. his large hands grip your waist, pulling you against his firm body.

you can feel his erection pressing against you through his trousers, a clear indication of his desire. his hands roam over your body, squeezing your ass before sliding up to cup your breasts. he pinches your nipples through the fabric of your blouse, drawing a moan from your lips.

"bend over for me," he orders, his voice husky with lust.

you comply, bending over his desk and spreading your legs. he pushes up your skirt, exposing your bare ass to the cold air of the lecture hall. his fingers tease along the edge of your panties before tugging them down your legs.

matt steps behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. you feel the head of his cock pressing against your wet folds, teasing your entrance before he thrusts into you with a powerful groan. the sensation is overwhelming, his thick cock filling you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way. you moan at the stretch. “you’re gonna have to behave if you want that extra credit baby, be quiet yeah? don’t want anyone hearing how desperate and pathetic you are, don’t we now?”

you nod frantically, he begins to move, setting a punishing rhythm that has you moaning and writhing on his desk. each thrust hits deeper than the last, sparking waves of pleasure throughout your body. his hands leave your hips to grasp your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples as he fucks you relentlessly.

the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes in the empty classroom, mixed with your moans and his grunts. you can feel his cock throbbing inside you, his pace quickening as he nears his climax. “f—fuck, matt!” you cry, he shushes you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “that’s professor sturniolo to you, sweetheart.”

with a final thrust, matt spills his hot seed inside you, filling you to the brim. he leans over you, panting heavily as he presses a kiss to your neck. "i think this should definitely improve your grade," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

you both stand up, straightening your clothes as you catch your breath. a sense of satisfaction settles over you, not just from the intense pleasure, but from the knowledge that this scandalous encounter will surely secure your academic success. “better head to your next class, don’t wanna be late now..” matt taunted, brushing himself off and walking away from you.

© delilahsturniolo

💌: WOAH WOAH OKAY HIII!! not even joking as soon as i saw these pictures i JUMPED over to my keyboard and got to work…i have like 5 other drafts i was losing my mind over these photos LMAOO

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SAY PLEASE 说请

WARNINGS: SMUT. LIGHT DEGRADATION. PRAISE KINK. BEGGING. POWER PLAY. FINGERING. ORAL (F). FACE SITTING. OVERSTIMULATION. CREAMPIE. MDNI.

you knew better than to expect chris to make things easy.

he never did. not when it came to this—when it came to you. especially not when he had you spread out like this, back against the cool sheets of his bed, knees parted, and that lazy smirk crawling across his face as he knelt between your thighs. eyes dark with intent, head tilted just enough to be condescending, like he already knew what you were going to ask for before the words even dared to leave your mouth.

"what's that face for?" he murmured, thumbing over the waistband of your panties. "y'wan' somethin'?"

you were already flushed, breath catching with the tension of it all—his stare, his fingers, the way he'd been trailing his mouth along your inner thigh for minutes, teasing. he hadn't touched you where you needed it. not once. not even close.

"y'know what i want," you breathed.

chris smiled, slow and cruel and hot. "nah. i don't think i do."

he ducked his head again, kissed a spot too high on your thigh, just near the crease of your hip, letting his teeth scrape gently. his hands were firm on your thighs, thumbs digging into the soft parts, keeping you open, keeping you exposed.

you whined—soft, needy—and chris chuckled, nose brushing along the edge of your underwear.

"what was that?" he asked, voice dripping smug. "that a sound or a word, pretty girl? 'cause if y'wan' me to do somethin'..." his eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark and amused. "you're gonna have t'say please."

you swallowed, head falling back against the pillows. he'd said that before, half-joking, usually after you teased him first. but this time—this time he meant it. really meant it. he wasn't going to give in. not unless you begged.

and you knew he could wait. he could wait forever.

"chris," you breathed, hips shifting slightly, trying to press closer to him, but he didn't let you. his hands kept you still.

"that's not please," he said, sing-song. "i could do this all night, y'know. jus' sit here. maybe watch you squirm a lil' more."

he leaned down, pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your pussy over the fabric, warm breath making you twitch. but that was it. nothing more. no pressure. no tongue. just the idea of him.

"fuck, you're mean," you muttered, voice tight.

"mhm." he grinned, kissing you again, lower this time. "but y'like it. 'cause if y'really didn't, you'd tell me to stop.”

you didn't. you couldn't. because your head was spinning with how badly you needed him, how wet you already were just from the way he was looking at you—how he could ruin you without even trying.

his fingers toyed with the hem of your panties, tugging them gently, dragging them down achingly slow. he didn't even look away while he did it, gaze locked on your face, watching every reaction. every twitch, every inhale, every flicker of anticipation.

he dropped them onto the floor and groaned, real quiet. "fuck. look at that."

his thumb traced along your inner lips, feather-light, just enough to make your thighs tense. he didn't push in, didn't go where you wanted him. he was everywhere but there.

"chris, please—"

he paused.

but only for a second.

"mm, nope. not good enough."

his tone was almost playful. like he was testing you. like he wanted to see how far you'd go.

"y'gotta mean it, baby," he said softly, dragging his fingers up and spreading you a little wider. "say it like y'really fuckin' need me."

you wanted to curse at him. you wanted to slap that smug look off his face. but more than that, you wanted his mouth. his fingers. anything he'd give you.

so you gave in, just a little.

"please," you whispered, arching your hips. "please touch me, chris."

his eyes flicked down, then up again, expression shifting—darker now. hungrier.

"that's more like it."

and then, finally, finally, he leaned in.

his tongue slid between your folds, slow and heavy, licking all the way up before circling your clit with the barest touch. your back arched, a sharp breath tearing from your throat, and chris moaned softly, like he was the one getting touched.

"shit—baby, fuuckk," he breathed against you, mouth already wet and slick with you. "y'taste so fuckin' good."

he licked again, deeper this time, tongue slipping down to your entrance, teasing it, dipping in and then pulling back just to suck your clit into his mouth hard and fast, tongue flicking until your legs trembled around his head.

"keep 'em open," he warned, one hand wrapping around your thigh to hold it in place when you started to close around him. "told you, ya' not gettin' anything unless you beg for it."

"chris," you gasped, hips jerking up. "please, don't stop—please, i need more."

he groaned against your pussy, tongue fucking into you again, slower this time, but deep. the hand on your thigh moved, his middle finger circling your entrance, slick already from his mouth.

"y'that desperate for it?" he muttered, fingers teasing the edge but not pressing in yet. "need me to stretch you out, huh?"

you nodded, breathless, grabbing the sheets beside you.

"use your words."

"yes. yes, please. chris, fuck, i need your fingers—please."

he smiled against your cunt and finally gave you what you wanted.

one finger slid in first, slow and purposeful, curling up until it hit just the right spot. you cried out, clenching around him, and he moaned again, watching the way you reacted like it was his favorite show.

"tight as fuck," he muttered, pushing in a second finger. "goddamn."

you couldn't even think straight. his fingers moved expertly, scissoring just enough to make you twitch, knuckles brushing your walls with each drag. and his mouth—fuck, his mouth never stopped. tongue on your clit, sucking, licking, pressing down until your stomach clenched.

"y'close already?" he teased. "jus' from my fingers?"

you nodded again, whining, hips grinding down onto his hand.

"mm-mm," he said, pulling his mouth back slightly. "y'wanna cum, y'gotta beg again."

you almost sobbed. your body was already right there—your thighs shaking, your hands clawing at the sheets—but he was cruel. relentless.

"please," you whispered, almost crying. "please let me cum. chris, please, i'll do anything."

his eyes rolled back, breath catching.

"shit. that's what i like to hear."

he leaned in and sucked your clit hard, fingers speeding up, and that was it.

you came like a wave crashing over everything, loud and hot and pulsing around his fingers. he didn't stop. not even as you shook, not even when you whimpered his name like a prayer, overstimulated and shaking. he just kept going, licking you through it like he couldn't get enough, like he was starving for it.

"good girl," he murmured, finally pulling his mouth away. "so fuckin' pretty when y'fall apart."

you were still gasping, still twitching slightly, and before you could recover, he sat up and grabbed your hips.

"c'mere."

you blinked, dazed, barely registering as he tugged you up until you were straddling his face.

"chris—"

"sit," he growled, hands gripping your ass, forcing you to lower onto him. "m'not done with you yet."

your knees shook, thighs already sore, but you obeyed, slowly sinking down until your cunt was against his mouth again.

he groaned like it was heaven.

he started eating you out like he hadn't just made you cum thirty seconds ago. messy. loud. tongue fucking into you while his nose bumped your clit with every movement.

you tried to lift yourself, overwhelmed, but his grip on your thighs was firm.

"uh-uh," he said, mouth full. "stay. sit on my face like the good fuckin' girl you are."

you moaned, fingers tangling in his hair as he dragged another orgasm out of you, rough and fast. you couldn't even process the pleasure—just shaking, crying out, grinding down against his tongue because you couldn't stop yourself.

when he finally pulled back, lips slick, chin wet, he looked ruined. in the best way.

"mhm. look at you," he panted, staring up at you like he was addicted. "drippin' all over me. fuck."

you barely had the strength to move, but chris wasn't done yet.

he flipped you back onto the bed and kissed you hard—hot, possessive, tongue sliding into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.

"need t'fuck you," he said into your mouth, hands already unzipping his jeans. "gonna stretch you out so good, baby."

"please," you whimpered, already aching. "need it. need you."

he growled, guiding himself to your entrance and pushing in slow.

"fuck—so wet. all from beggin' f'me, huh?"

you gasped, arching into him, legs wrapping around his waist.

he started fucking you hard—deep, sharp thrusts that made your eyes roll back. his hand slid under your thigh, lifting it higher to get deeper, and you cried out, clutching at his arms.

"chris—fuck—so good—"

"yeah?" he gritted, fucking you harder. "say it again."

"so good," you sobbed. "feels so good, chris—please, don't stop."

he didn't. he just pounded into you, pushing you right to the edge again, murmuring filth into your ear.

"look at you. all dumb for my dick. think ya' earned it now, beggin' so pretty f'me?"

you nodded, body breaking open under him.

"cum f'me," he said, voice ragged. "wan' feel you squeeze me again."

you shattered around him, loud and raw and messy. and chris followed with a deep groan, burying himself inside you as he came, holding you close like he never wanted to let go.

and when it was done—when you were both breathless and wrecked—he kissed your shoulder, smug smile creeping back onto his lips.

"see?" he whispered, brushing his nose against your neck. "all y'had to do was say please."

author's note. love love love this.

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⌗ . . . VOICEMAILS

WARNINGS : ANGST. SLIGHT CRYING. HURT NO COMFORT (?). PLOT TWIST (?).

it was a habit—the way matt would pick up his phone everyday and call you. even if you never responded to him, he was more than okay with that. he just liked having someone there to listen to him.

and really this week was no different.

START VOICEMAILS - remaining - *7*

*beep*

“hi!—sorry i can’t come to the phone right now, you know how life can get. but just leave a message and i’ll get back to ya! love you!”

*beep*

Monday - 3:12 pm

Voicemail #1 :

“hey sweetheart, i just left the grocery store and got your favorite cereal,” he pauses, laughing softly to himself. “i don’t know why you ever liked it, it didn’t even taste right, but..i don’t know why i keep buying it even though i know i’m never going to eat it. it’s a habit i guess,” he lets out a small sigh running his fingers through his hair. “maybe i just like pretending you’ll come around and steal the last bowl again..”

there’s silence on the line for a moment, matt’s breathing filtering in before he spoke again.

“call me when you get this, okay?”

Tuesday - 11:46 pm

voicemail #2 :

“i can’t sleep. the apartment’s been too quiet recently, more than normal. do you remember that creaky floorboard in our hallway? yeah? well i keep stepping on it by accident, and it freaks me out every time even though i know it’s there,” he laughs to himself, at just how silly he sounds saying that. “you used to tease me about it every time. pretty sure you even doubled over to the floor once after i screamed like a girl one night.”

suddenly he paused at the memory, he could feel his head starting to swim.

“miss hearing your voice. miss everything. call me when you can.”

Wednesday - 5:07 pm

voicemail #3 -

“work was fucking hell today. chris tried to prank me by messing with my camera settings again, and I nearly threw him out a window,” he paused, allowing himself to take a few deep breaths at the thought of his brother. he exhales before speaking, “you’d have loved it. you always said I needed to get better at standing up for myself, or really speaking my mind.”

he exhales a laugh, but it’s quiet.

“i’m sorry this isn’t as long..but, i stood up for myself today. thought you’d be proud—i love you and thank you.”

Thursday - 9:21 am

voicemail #4 -

“i saw a girl with your jacket today. the one with the patches and the paint on the sleeve—i thought it was you and almost ran after her.” he took a deep breath, sniffling. “though i stopped myself in my tracks. because really i shouldn’t be bothering with it”

there was a long pause. then, his voice came quieter than before.

“i wish i had really…just to see your face one more time, even if it wasn’t really you.”

Friday – 1:33 pm

voicemail #5 -

“It’s been… how long now?” he sighs quietly, feeling the way his face goes hot. “i stopped counting honestly..it doesn’t feel right. time doesn’t move the same when you’re not here. it’s like it got stuck on that day and never wanted to progress.”

a sniffle. silence for a few seconds, then a quick breath.

“anyway. i’m rambling again. i’ll call you tomorrow, okay? like always, i promise.”

Saturday – 6:45 PM

voicemail #6 -

“remember that little bookstore you loved? they’re closing down…I was able to though before hand and bought that poetry book you kept picking up but never brought yourself to buy. it’s sitting on your nightstand. still has the receipt in it.”

he breathes in like he’s trying not to cry—cause god—he really was trying to hold on for you.

a few small sobs and sniffles are caught on the microphone. “i’m scared I’m forgetting your voice.”

Sunday – 10:00 am

he doesn’t leave a voicemail today.

not at first anyways. he’s walking through the quiet apartment—his phone to his ear as he scans the walls of everything that was yours—before he then ends the call. and suddenly he’s standing in front of the shelf in the corner of the room when he shifts his gaze up from the floor.

the one lined with polaroids, bracelets, your favorite candle—

and

a ceramic urn with your name etched in soft gold.

and next to it—your phone still sits propped upright beside it. the screen’s dark and the battery’s long been dead. matt stares at it for a while, knowing just how many messages he’s sent to you since you’ve been gone.

slowly, matt presses the call button again, bringing his hand up to his ear as his other hand reaches out to trace the pictures of you and him—and leaves one more voicemail.

Sunday – 10:06 AM

voicemail #7 :

“hey, angel. i know you can’t answer these—I know that. i know that every time i pick up my phone and dial your name,” he sucks in a sharp breath, biting his teeth into his lower lip to stop the sobs from spilling past his lips. “i hope you’re happy up there..wherever you are. and happy 6 years my love—i can’t wait to have you in my arms again.”

another broken breath slipped from him. and a pause full of everything he never got to say to you—never got to marry you.

“but.. i’m gonna keep calling anyway. you don’t have to hear me to know i’m still here for you—it’s forever right? i promised you that.”

his voice cracks just a little—his walls about to crumble the longer he stays on the line. but he couldn’t help the cry that left him as he said the last few words he’d never get to hear from you again.

“i love you so much…and i’ll talk to you tomorrow baby.”

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a/n : my version of the voicemails :)

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𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘'𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄

in which . . . chris fucks you so deep and slow your pussy makes him see stars and bruises his cock. you make him cum hard, cry harder, and maybe break a little. he loves it.

Chris is panting above you, hips stuttering every time you clench down around him. His voice is all breathless whine and ruined laughter, dark lashes fluttering as he tries to keep his eyes on you. Your cunt stretches around him slowly, inch by thick inch, and the second he’s buried deep, you squeeze him so hard his breath catches.

❝Christ—don’t do that,❞ he groans, jaw clenching, flushed lips parted. ❝Feels like you’re going to snap it off.❞ He laughs through it, low and shaky, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. ❝Fuck, ma. Your pussy’s trying to kill me.❞

And he means it. Your walls flutter and pulse around him like they never want to let go, slick and tight and fucking greedy. He’s too big—too thick for how little you are. The size difference makes it almost unbearable. You’re stretched so wide around him that your belly bulges with every deep thrust, and it makes you both a little crazed. Every time he pulls back even a little, you clench again, dragging him back in like you’re starving for it. And maybe you are.

Chris is moaning against your collarbone, face pressed into your shoulder, gritting his teeth while you writhe beneath him, soaked and crying out with every slow, devastating thrust. He’s holding your hips like he’s afraid you’ll slip off his cock, fingers digging hard enough to leave prints. Your bodies slap together in a rhythm that feels almost sacred, thick, wet, and dizzying.

He fucks you like you’re the only girl in the world. Like you’re the only thing that could ever ruin him this well. You don’t even realise you’re crying until he slows down and kisses the wetness off your cheeks. ❝Too much?❞ he asks, voice hoarse. You shake your head frantically, gasping, clawing at his back. ❝No, no, just—keep going. Please, Chris.❞

That wrecks him. He groans, deep and wrecked, eyes fluttering shut as he drives into you again, deeper this time. Slower. Bruising. He hits that spongy part inside you that makes your vision spark white, and you go limp, eyes rolling back. ❝There it is, ma, fuck… right there.❞ He pants, hands tightening. ❝That little spot that makes you go dumb. Feels so fucking good. You’re so fucking tight.❞

You can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it drags along your walls, the stretch too much but never enough. Your clit’s aching, your cunt fluttering, soaking him as you cum again, your body seizing up so hard he gasps, his hips twitching from the pressure.

And when he cums? It’s hot, thick, and deep—long, messy ropes that spill into your cunt as he groans into your neck, hips twitching. He doesn’t stop until he’s empty and trembling, body collapsing on top of yours with a soft, shuddering breath.

You’re stretched, aching, and stuffed full. And he’s just as ruined—maybe more. Bruised, breathless, and buried deep inside your tight little pussy that just won’t let him go.

Later, the water’s steaming hot when he pulls you into the shower, both of you boneless and fucked-out. You’re clinging to him like you might fall over—and you might. Your thighs still tremble, and your head feels light, cloudy with afterglow. Chris holds you like he never wants to let you go, one hand cradling the back of your neck, the other stroking your hip.

Then you feel him flinch. ❝Ow—fuck,❞ he winces when the water hits him below the waist. You blink up at him, dazed. ❝What? Did I hurt you?❞ His laugh is hoarse and breathless, chest still rising heavy against yours. ❝Yeah, baby. You definitely did.❞ Your eyes drop, and your jaw goes slack.

His cock is soft now, but still red and thick, flushed a dark, angry pink. The tip is swollen, slick with leftover cum and water. A faint purplish bruise is already forming at the base. ❝Chris!❞ you squeak, stunned. He groans and gives a sheepish smile. ❝You were clenching so hard, I thought I was going to black out. Like… I think you actually broke my dick.❞

You cover your face with your hands, horrified and turned on at the same time. ❝Oh my god. I didn’t mean to—❞ He tugs your hands down gently, kissing your knuckles. ❝Don’t even think about apologising. Worth every second. You’re a fucking menace, and I love it.❞

When he moves again to rinse off, he groans like an old man. You catch the twitch of pain in his jaw. ❝Okay, but… You might actually need ice,❞ you whisper, biting your lip. Chris grins, eyes full of mischief and heat. ❝Only if you kiss it better first.❞

𝐋𝐎𝐋𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 . . .  based on this ask, this is goofy

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 . . .  @chrepsi @ph3ebssturniolo @sturnsxbbyeilish @j21l91 @pip4444chris @mattslutt @sophand4n4 @mattscoquette

⌗ © sturniphone

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𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞'𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖘! #2

if i reblogged your post and i deleted it, it's because reblogging them was a way of keeping track of fics/blurbs i really liked!

fics & blurbs!

"so good" by @owensbabygirl

"red dress" by @whor3ing

"back to friends" by @sturnblue

"chris blurb" by @chriscantwhisper

"no chill" by @lilolebambi

"caught" by @nicksbestie

"professor!chris blurb" by @leoslaboratory

"rapper!matt" by @sophsturns

"soak me" by @chriscantwhisper

"brattamer!reader x subby!matt" by @emillionaireee

"professor!chris x goodgirl!reader" by @leoslaboratory

"jealous chris" by @sturnstars5

"girl put in work" by @strnilolover

"bad doggy" by @lilolebambi

"sub!dilf!chris" by @angelyearner

"pepsi flavored gloss" by @zenithsturniolo

"tape three and a half" by @sluttapes

"watching is better than joining" by @strnilolover

"cockwarming" by @chriscantwhisper

"so full, but still begging" by @immaqulate

"eating fruit rollups w sub!chris" by @cayleeuhithinknott

"beggin'" by @cayleeuhithinknott

"freshlove for the fit 2 (rewrite)" by @muwapsturniolo

"suckle" by @oopsiedaisydeer

"finger sucking" by @sturnsrecord

"palm to pussy" by @oopsiedaisydeer

"pretty tits" by @bernardsbendystraws

"mic'd up on live" by @whor3ing

"surprise party tour: chicago diss track" by @vanteguccir

"traitor" by @vanteguccir

"...at 12:20 pm" by @leoslaboratory

"troublemaker!chris looking after younger!reader" by @chrisbesitos

"younger!reader takes care of troublemaker!chris" by @chrisbesitos

"troublemaker!chris comforts younger!reader" by @luvs4matt

"chris has morning wood.." by @sturnIsstuff

"ours." by @444sturns

"hop on it" by @sosasturns

"just the tip" by @mattsstarlet

"fifteen minutes" by @liiixsturniolos

"don't you dare lick my ear" by @oopsiedaisydeer

"calling puppy!chris 'bunny'." by @lilolebambi

"fitting room" by @lilolebambi

"matt loves the way you ride his face" by @sturnsrecord

"smoke and split" by @whor3ing

"matt blurb" by @chrisbesitos

"you keep chris' driver's license in your bra" by @ecstasturns

"finger sucking" by @zenithsturniolo

texts!

"dilf!matt and waitress!reader" by @luvs4matt

love, cherry★

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CHRIS LOVES HIS BIG MAMA...

Chris struggles against the pink, fuzzy handcuffs around his wrists. Cheeks flushed, head thrown back into the pillows. "H-Holy shit—" He moans, basically seeing stars each time your hips meet. "Yeah? Feels good?"

"M-mhm! Feels so good, mama—" He doesn't like not being able to touch you, not being able to leave marks on your back to let everyone know who you belong to, but when your riding him this good? He could care less.

"Pleeease— please, ohmygod—" He pleas, squirming and thrashing under you. "Please, what?" You tease, cocking your head to the side as you roll your hips. Chris whines, a loud pathetic whine. "D—don't- ah—! D-do this. Mh-mhf— you know what I want—" You smirk, loving the pitiful expression on his face.

"Do I though?" He whimpers, thrusting up into you. "Mommy, mommy, please— please—" You push his hips down, stopping your movements completely.

"Nuh uh. None of that. You're a big boy, you want something you ask for it." He whimpers, "So fuckin' mean.." He mumbles, "What was that?" You slap his thigh, a loud gasp escaping his lips. "N-nothing— nothing, wasn't anything, mama—"

"Nonono, you said something—" He whimpers, interrupting you. "C-cum— please, mama been so good let me cum—"

You squint, eyes narrowing. "Yeah? Been a good boy?" He nods vigorously, "B-been such a good boy for you—" He moans softly as you slowly move your hips, "Suuch— such a good puppy—"

His back arches when you slam your hips down. "Fuck— fuckfuckfuck—ohmy!" Eyes rolling into this back of his head as you repeat the action over and over again, "You love this don't you, Chris? Love being used by me, being dominated by me?"

"Uh-huh— yesyesyes— love it! Love it so much—" You can tell he's getting close, from the way noises he's making to the way he's responding to you. "You've been a good puppy, sweetheart. You can cum."

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou—" He cries out, hips stuttering, "Loveyoumama—loveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou!"

You fuck him through his orgasm, leaning down and kissing him, whining into the kiss once you feel his cum squirt inside of you.

You smile when you pull away, enjoying the dumbed out expression on his face. "H...happy... m... mother's day, mama."

a/n: already got my gift for mother's day, had to give you guys something!

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @domizmez @drewswife @strnilolover @sirensdollesque @courta13 @pinkmattrr @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @cherryswifeyy @sweeethrt @moond0llie @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns @iloveduckssm @oopsiedaisydeer @sturnsflirt @cayleeuhithinknott

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BREAKING BRATT... DOM!CHRIS.

Chris had enough of your bullshit. Hand tightly wrapped in your hair, keeping as much of his cock shoved down your throat as possible. He smirks at the sight below him, drool all over his thighs from your messy mouth, hot tears running down your face.

"Fuckkkkkkk, jus' needed my cock didn't you, sweetheart?" He chuckles, fucking your face at a quick pace. "C-couldve just asked— didn't need to be a fuckin' brat—"

Lewd, squelching noises fill the room as his cock slides in out of your throat. "That's it— choke on it, baby." He strokes your tear stained cheek, "Taking my cock like a good little slut."

"M-mhf—" You whine around his cock, hands gripping his thighs even tighter as his thrusts get rougher and rougher. "Just needed to be put in ur place, needed to remember that you're just a dumb, little girl—" He moans, "Made for me to use— all fuckin' mine—"

You try to nod but just gag, cock hitting the back of your throat. "Yeeeah, there ya go. Choke on it." He groans, "G-gonna cum— gonna cum alllllll down your throat, n' you're gonna take it."

He says, shoving all of his cock in your mouth. "Don't waste a single drop." You mewl once his cum squirts into your mouth, doing your best to swallow it all without choking.

You pant once he finally pulls out, "Messy girl." He coos, rubbing his tip against your lips. "M' not done."

a/n: ineedthis I MEAN WHAT?????

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @domizmez @drewswife @strnilolover @t0riiiis @courta13 @badgallrora @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @cherryswifeyy @sweeethrt @moond0llie @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns @iloveduckssm @oopsiedaisydeer @sturnsflirt