#matt sturniolo edit

[redz0nez9]

5 minutes Chris. Do ya'll know any Chris smut in the podcast room??

[v4mpstrn]

FAAWWWWWWK

[astronomysturniolos]

i’m fried n fully gaslighting myself into thinking matt sturniolo is my bf. like ik he isn’t but he should be. he is my exact type to a mf T. imma cry if he’s not next to me in the morning

[bratzforchris]

Tumblr Girls, M. Sturniolo

Summary: Matt can't help but to visit his favorite fuck buddy on tour, who just can't help but to tease him with her Tumblr posts. Songfic loosely based off of "Tumblr Girls" by G-Eazy<3

Pairing: Matt x feminine and influencer!reader

Warnings: Smut, unprotected p in v, marking, bondage, friends with benefits, fingering, oral (f), dom!Matt, choking, intoxicated sex (alcohol), dirty talk, belly bulge, no aftercare but fluffish (?) ending (i do not condone any of this irl!! it is *fiction*)

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Get your holy water ready girlies...

Ever since you were a little girl, you had been enamored by the idea of being famous. Something about the life called to you, whether that be walking down the street and people knowing you, or simply realizing that you were having an impact on someone, somewhere’s life. Fortunately, you had grown up in the age of the Internet, allowing you to truly harness what you had wanted to do for so long. You loved having creative freedom, and you loved making a persona that was truly you. 

You had been making YouTube videos, doing a variety of Instagram influencing, and posting carefully crafted aesthetic photos to Tumblr ever since middle school. Whereas a lot of the girls had moved out of their Tumblr influencer phase, you never really had. You still loved the dark, “grunge” aesthetic of it to this, and had turned your account into a more mature, X-rated theme of what it once had been. You loved doing social media as your full time job for a variety of reasons, from the freedom it gave you to the opportunities. 

Perhaps your biggest “opportunity” was your fellow influencer and YouTuber, Matt. Your relationship with Matt was…complicated, to say the least. As much as you were a wholesome, loving duo on camera, you were filled with an almost primal need for each other off of it too. You and Matt had never discussed a true, established relationship, mostly because you were both so young and so busy, and the rough, hard fucking in itself was enough to satisfy the needs in both of your lives. 

Your careers had consumed both of you as of late, dragging Matt all over the country for the Versus tour, and leaving you back in LA with a variety of brand deals to film and photo shoots to arrange. There was one in particular that you were heavily looking forward to, mostly because you knew that it would drag Matt back to you, unable to help himself. In a fateful turn of events, you had been emailed about a Calvin Klein intimates shoot that would just so happen to drop on the day Matt was back in LA for a show. In an effort to bring back the Tumblr renaissance and the hold Calvin Klein had had during those days, you had insisted that the photos be posted to Tumblr before any other social media platform. 

Matt: i’m back in la tn 

You: oh i know ;)

Matt: ??? huh

You: no reason. just focus on winning tonight :)

You smiled to yourself as you closed your text messages out and migrated over to your photo gallery. Your manager had sent you the photos of the shoot to be posted this evening, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t planning on fucking with Matt’s head using them. You had missed your fuck buddy, after all. The late night phone sex wasn’t the same as him in your bed, mumbling in your ear about how well you were taking it. 

The photos from the shoot were of you in a gray Calvin Klein bralette with a matching thong. The photos had been toned with a sepia overlay, highlighting the curves of your breasts and hips. Your hair fell back against your shoulders gracefully as your doe eyes stared up at the camera. The shots were nothing short of sexy, making you imagine how Matt would react when he got the post notification. Maybe he would be sitting backstage, getting ready to go on and trying to hide his growing boner both from his brothers and the fans, which only made you smile more. 

You and Matt continued to text back and forth for a while, until you suddenly stopped responding. This was part of your game with each other; to make the yearning so painful that it just made the sex more passionate. Once you saw that it had hit the fifteen minute mark until Matt was supposed to appear on stage, you hit ‘post’ on the Tumblr draft of your photos that you had planned out earlier in the day. The caption, come over 💋, was directly aimed at Matt, but no one else needed to know that. Sure enough, less than one minute later, you received a text from the brunette that had your heart racing and your thighs clenching. 

Matt: what the fuck, y/n?

You smiled as you typed out your own message, imagining Matt biting his lip and trying to conceal the growing tent in his pants as he studied the photos.

You: what? 

Matt: you know what

You: no i don’t 

Matt: that fucking post 

You: it’s part of my job, matt. quit being ridiculous. have you not heard about tumblr girls making a comeback?

Matt: watch it. i’m coming over and fucking that pretty pussy good tonight. 

You knew what your and Matt’s usual routine was, so you grabbed another cup from the cabinet and the bottle of whiskey, migrating over to the gray couch in your living room. You didn’t bother waiting for the brunette to start drinking. Matt had a key to your apartment and would definitely make himself known when he arrived. You slowly sipped at the amber liquid, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks and in between your thighs as you thought about Matt and how much you had missed the feeling of his skin on yours. 

Sure enough, the door swung open with a loud bang a few minutes later. In came Matt, hair disheveled and still in his blue Matthew jersey. His growing erection was obvious as he flopped onto the couch, lips immediately crashing into your own. Matt’s hands were all over you as you devoured each other; in your hair, running across your hips, grabbing your ass. 

“Fuck, baby. I missed you.” he panted, leaning back against the couch as you passed him a drink. 

“I missed you, Matt,” You smiled softly, tucking one of his curls behind his ear. “How has tour been?”

Matt took a large swig of whiskey, before placing the cup on the coffee table. “Good. But not as good as you looked in those goddamn pictures.” he practically moaned. 

“I noticed you have my post notifications on,” You teased, despite blushing at his words. “Catching feelings, Matthew?”

Matt rubbed your bare thigh, scooting closer to you so that he could suckle on the sweet spot behind your ear. “Do you know how hard it was?” he asked, leaving a hickey. “To have to go out on stage with my brothers and act normal when all I could think about were your tits and how I want to pound that little cunt to pieces? Huh?” 

You whined as Matt continued to trail hickeys down your neck, mumbling things like “missed you so bad” and “gonna fuck you so hard” after each one. You two fell back against the soft cushions of the couch, Matt holding you down by the hips as his lips caressed your neck, the curve of your collarbone, and the dip of your breasts. You went to reach for Matt’s ringed fingers, only for him to smack your hand away. 

“No,” Matt said harshly, moving one hand from your hip to your throat. “Tell me how fuckin’ bad you want it first,” he growled, squeezing your throat just enough to make the air catch in your lungs. “Tell me you wanna get off on my fingers like a goddamn bitch in heat.”

You gasped for air as Matt continued to squeeze, your arousal thumping through your veins. “P…please,” You whispered, eyes wide with lust as he continued to choke you just enough to get you going, but not enough to actually hurt you. “Need your fingers.” You whined, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Good girl.” Matt hummed, alcohol hot on his breath as he moved his hands from your throat to practically rip your gray panties off. 

With your friends with benefits arrangement, there was no time for gentle caressing or sweet nothings. Matt began to finger you roughly, the cool metal of his rings brushing against your slick folds as he rubbed his thumb across your clit at a dizzying pace. He wasn’t stopping there, either. Matt immediately thrust his middle and ring finger inside of you, pulling you closer to him. It had only been a few minutes, and the ache to orgasm was already building in your lower stomach. 

“Matt,” You wailed, nails gripping his back. “Oh my god, Matt,” Tears began to roll down your face as the brunette continued to pleasure you. The combination of his fingers inside of you, the friction on your clit, and the added sensation of his rings were clouding everything in a lustful haze. “Need to cum.” You sobbed. 

“You’re fuckin’ crazy if you think you’re comin’ on my fingers instead of tongue.” he chuckled roughly. 

With that, Matt threw his head down and forced your thighs apart, burying his face in your pussy. He began to devour you like you were the last meal on earth and he was a starving man. His tongue ran across your slit and clit, before licking your hole. You had no choice but to let out little squeals and whimpers as pleasurable sensations attacked you from all angles. Matt ran the flat of his tongue across your clit and you lost it, sobbing as your hands found his hair. 

“Matt, please,” You begged. “‘M gonna cum.”

Your fuck buddy just nodded, still enjoying the taste of you on his tongue. You immediately took it as a sign to let go, releasing the tension that had been building in your stomach. You came all over Matt’s tongue, panting and breathing heavily as your body shook from the pure force of your orgasm. Matt pulled his head from between your thighs, licking his lips and fingers with a smirk, blue eyes hungrily grazing over your body that was still wrapped in the bra and flannel with your bare ass on display. 

“You taste so goddamn good, you know that?” he asked, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you panted. 

You smiled as Matt pressed a kiss to your pubic bone, but it was clear that the brunette wasn’t done yet. Matt slowly pulled the red and black material from your shoulders, smiling with more than just happiness. He had an intention and you could see it in the way he was toying with the fabric, eyes lighting up with lust. Matt didn’t speak again until he had removed your Calvin Klein bra, leaving you completely exposed on the couch as he stared down at you. 

“Hands.” he said. 

It was one word, but the command held an authoritative aire that had you thrusting your wrists to meet Matt’s own. Matt knew you better than practically anyone, which meant he knew all of your dirty little fantasies. Knowing you had a thing for bondage, the brunette quickly and expertly bound your wrists together in the flannel, giving it a tight tug to make sure it was secure. Your breath hitched at the pure filth of everything, but all you knew was that this alone was making your legs clench with need for another climax. 

Matt was straddling you on the couch, fully clothed, which just added to the dominance he had over you. You were completely naked and covered in blooming hickeys he had left earlier in the evening with your wrists bound together by a flannel. You truly looked like Matt’s little cumslut, but you couldn’t find the decency in you to care anymore. You just knew that you were at his mercy and that you needed him. Now.

The brunette could sense your urgency and decided to have a little ‘fun’ with you. Matt took his time removing his shirt, allowing you to bask in the glory of him shirtless, all tanned skin and tattoos, but completely unable to do anything about it other than whimper and let out breathy moans. He moved onto his jeans next, painstakingly undoing his belt and throwing his pants to the side. The boy left his boxers on for the time being, teasing you as he stroked his cock through the plaid fabric. 

“Wish that was you, huh? Strokin’ my dick and makin’ me feel good?” Matt chuckled, moaning when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. 

You whimpered and writhed against your bond. “Need you in me, Matt. Please.” You whined. 

Finally, Matt slid his boxers off and tossed them to the side, allowing his erection to finally spring free. His dick was practically touching his stomach, making your mouth run dry with a mixture of excitement and nerves. After so long apart and without truly fucking, you had forgotten just how big he was. Matt climbed on top of you once more, rocking his hips back and forth on your own without actually riding you. 

“Beg for it. Tell me how much you love my cock, baby girl.” Matt groaned at the friction of your skin against his own, becoming harder by the second. 

“I need you inside me. Need your dick, Matt.” You whimpered, the teasing growing straight to your nipples and cunt, making you almost ache with arousal. 

“That’s right. Good fuckin’ girl.”

Without another word, Matt slammed into you, making you take him to the hilt. You let out an involuntary scream at the feeling of suddenly being so full, your back arching against the couch cushions. The feeling of him inside you, bare and hard, was enough to push you to the brink of orgasm. Your second always came faster than your first, and right now was no exception. Matt was riding you at an ungodly pace, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust as he straddled you. 

“Oh my god, baby,” Matt moaned loudly. “I missed your wet little pussy. So tight, just for me.”

The filthiness of his speaking, combined with your bonds and the feeling of him fucking you was pushing you over the edge. You wanted to tangle your hands in Matt’s hair or run your nails down his back, but instead you were unable to do anything that wasn’t taking his fucking like a slut. Matt pressed down on the bulge in your stomach from being balls deep, a smirk on his face. 

“You feel that, baby? Feel you takin’ me like the cockslut you are?” he chuckled. 

You whined as tears rolled down your face, bucking his hips up to meet his own. “Matt, I…I–need to, please.” You wailed, unable to form coherent sentences in your intoxicated and lustful state. 

“You gonna cum? Gonna make me feel appreciated?” Matt’s blue eyes scanned your face, enjoying the view that was you under him, tied up and sobbing. 

“Mhm!” You sobbed. 

“Then prove it.” he sneered, pressing on your stomach roughly again. 

You didn’t need to be told twice. You immediately let your climax take over, your cunt clenching against Matt’s cock. This caused the brunette to let out a string of curses as you came down from your high, your entire body shaking. He knew he was playing a risky game here, even though you were on the pill, but Matt just loved fucking you bare more than anything in the world. The brunette quickly pulled out, and before you knew it, your stomach was covered in thick and warm, white ropes of Matt’s cum. 

He laid down beside you on the couch, panting heavily as you both came down from your shared highs. Once your breathing had returned to semi normal, Matt kissed you roughly and undid your bonds, before rolling off the couch. Without another word, he pulled his clothes on, straightening his hair. Your fuck buddy kissed your forehead as he busied himself around your apartment, cleaning up the whiskey and cups and retrieving a warm washcloth to wipe down your body with. 

Once everything had been done, Matt tucked you in with a blanket, kissing your forehead. “I gotta go. We’re driving up to San Francisco tonight and I told Nick and Chris I would be back by two. I’ll see ya once the tour is over, yeah?”

You smiled sleepily as Matt slipped out your front door and into the night. Whereas you would’ve loved for the brunette to stay the night, you knew that you both had jobs to do and that right now, you were just fuck buddies and that was that. But as you drifted off to sleep, a warm feeling spread through your tummy that you and Matt wouldn’t stay “just friends” for long.

tags ♡: @aemrsy @jake-and-johnnies-slut @mattsfavwh3re @suyqa @chrissturnswife @mbsbaby @herxyz @lovingchrissposts @caffeinatedscorpio @bunny-cotton @crazychrisl0v3r @sturnioloxlver @emmagirouard @athaliahxoxo @bitchydragonparadise @ilydeaky @soggyslugg169 @not-phone-guy @books0fever @stingerayyy2 @sunsetsturniolos @mimi-luvzyu @faygo-frog @oobleoob @runasvengence

note ♡: if you'd like to be added to my taglist, click here <3

[solarsturniolo]

more texts from bf matt pleaseeeee

Texts with Bf!Matt pt 6

Warnings: cursing / lewd jokes / mentions of sex / eepy matt

Tags: @flowerxbunnie @mattslolita @mattsbratt69 @oversturn @simplysturn @soursturniolo @megamett44-lover @sturnybabes @jjmaybankswifes-blog @plasticferal @cupidsword @liz-stxrn @sturniolosreads @sturnioloskies @bernardsleftbootycheek @egirlshit @matthemunch44 @nonamegirlxsturniolo @chrizz333 @sturniolopowers @mattsleftnipple03 @worldlxvlys @hearts4chris @tillies33ssss @janiellasblog @creamoncreamoncream2 @breeloveschris @meg-sturniolo @ellie-luvsfics @mattsfavwh3re @lustfulslxt @braindead4l @xtravrgnoliveoil @ghostlythinggoingaround @taekwite @rootbeerworshiper @leah-loves-lilies @querenciasturniolo @whicked-hazlatwhore @lacysturniolo @sara2233445 @junnniiieee07 @m4ttslvr @sturnioloblogs @missriddle03 @mqttittude @miloisdone1 @bewtyschooldropout @lovelybrokenheal @itzdarling | TAGLIST IS FULL |

[sturncrazy]

something abt matt in the sam and colby video

PHHHHHEEEEEEWWWWWWW

[sturniozo]

Can you make like a one shot of this post I saw it said this: People usually say matt gives them a submissive vibe, or that hes a mommy kink typa person, in my opinion, i feel like hes way too dominant that he would absolutely destroy you, his eyes, their so dominant, i feel like when u tease him in public hed whipser “just wait till we get home, ur gonna beg me to stop” LIKE COME ON LOOK AT THAT SEXY CRACKER ISTG🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Wait Till We Get Home

matt x reader smut

Masterlist

WARNINGS: Smutty smutty smutty smut smut orgasm denial p in v unprotected sex

The loud music played in the background as I sat on my boyfriend’s lap at our friends party. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. He laughs at something one of our friends says and I close my eyes.

I hate parties with a passion. I’m only here because Matt begged me to go with him. A mutual friend of ours had thrown this party for whatever reason, and Matt hadn’t talked to them in a long time. So he begged me to go with him so he wasn’t alone durning the outing.

So here I sit, on my boyfriend’s lap, thinking about the comfort my bed would bring me at this moment. My nice warm bed with soft blankets and smooth sheets. With fluffy pillows and my many stuffed animals. And my favorite part, sleeping next to my boyfriend.

I love waking up next to him. I love when he wakes me up by kissing my neck and groping my body. I squeeze my eyes shut, a familiar feeling growing between my legs. I move my hips back, grinding against Matt.

He huffs and holds me still, continuing to talk to our friend as if nothing happened. I bite my lip as I get an idea and grind backwards against him again.

Matt’s jaw clenches as he holds me still by my hips. I try again but he holds me still. I roll my eyes and lean back against him. He continues to talk to our friend as if nothing is happening right now. I sigh and give up, turning around a bit to face Matt.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” I mumble to him. He only nods and lets go of my hips, letting me get up and make my way through the crowd of people to the bathroom.

I close the door behind me and set my purse down on the counter by the sink. I dig through to find my emergency makeup bag to fix up the smudged eyeliner on my eye. I hear the doorknob of the bathroom door turn, and immediately turn around.

“Someone’s in here!” I shout. I mentally face palm for not locking the door.

The door opens and Matt comes in. He closes the door behind him and says “I know, you told me you’d be here.” He locks the door.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

Matt steps closer to me and pulls me close to him by my waist. “You should wait to fix your makeup, darling, I’m about to absolutely ruin it.” He whispers in my ear.

I blush deeply. “What?” I ask.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t plan for this.” He murmurs. Matt pulls at my shirt and slips a hand under it to cup my breast from over my bra.

“Matt..” I whisper. His hand slips under my jean shorts, tugging them to the side to touch my core over my panties.

“You’re already so wet, baby.” He says.

He pulls his hand away and I whine from the lack of contact. “Matt.” I whine out.

“Just you wait till we get home, baby.” He whispers in my ear.

“What happened to ruining my makeup?” I ask as I slink my hands over his shoulders and pull him closer to me.

“You’re not getting anything until you beg for it, and we’re at home.” He grabs my hands and pulls them off of his shoulders.

“But Matt-“

“But Matt!” He mocks me. He steps back. “We should get home.” He says and unlocks the door of the bathroom.

I pick up my makeup and place it all back in my purse. I walk quickly behind Matt as he pulls me by my wrist, saying his goodbyes to our friends and then leading me outside to his car.

We both get in and he quickly pulls out of the driveway. Before I can even get my seatbelt on, Matt’s hand shoots for my thigh and travels inward to my dripping core. He slips his hand under my shorts, rubbing my clit through the fabric of my panties.

“Put your seatbelt on.” He tells me. I nod and do so while his fingers softly trace up and down over my panties.

“Matt-“ I moan softly.

He only smirks as he turns the wheel with one hand, taking a left onto the street his house is on. He pulls into the driveway, pulling his hand away from me. I whine from the lack of contact as he shuts the engine off and gets out of the car. I quickly undo my seatbelt and follow him into the house.

Matt pulls me by the wrist to his bedroom, harshly slamming the door behind us. He yanks me to the bed, taking off his shirt before towering over me, and pressing a feverish kiss to my lips.

I fiddle with his belt on his jeans, beginning to undo them. I pull the belt through the loops and discard it on the floor. He pulls my shirt over my head and does the same.

His hand reaches to skillfully unclasp my bra in one quick motion, as he’s done so many times before. I press the palm of my hand against his bulge in his boxers. He groans and takes my hand by the wrist, grabs my other wrist, and pins me down to the bed.

He smirks as he uses one hand to pin my wrists down, and uses the other to reach for a discarded tie on the bed, an undecided option from earlier when getting dressed for the party. He uses the tie to bind my wrists together, tying them to the headboard.

He then trails soft kisses down my body to my shorts, before almost yanking them down my legs and throwing them on the ground. He presses a soft kiss against my clothed clit. He lifts back up and pulls his boxers down, releasing his cock as it slaps against his stomach.

He presses the tip against the soaked part of my panties. He rubs himself slowly up and down my clothes core. I whine and twist my wrists around, trying to beg him for more.

Matt smirks. “So needy.” He mumbles. He taps his tip against my clit before movies my panties to the side, slipping his cock over my clit, collecting my wetness and then bringing it back up. He repeats this motion over and over and I squirm around.

I whine once more. “Matt please, I need it. I need you!” I beg.

“Do I need to gag you?” Matt asks as he leans down, his hand reaching up and squeezing my throat lightly. “Or will you be a good girl?”

I gasp through the shirt breaths I’m offered. “I- I’ll be good.” I manage to say.

He presses a kiss to my lips. “Good.” He mumbles. He lets go of my throat and sits up. He then pulls down my panties and throws them on the floor.

Matt uses his tip to collect my wetness once more, using his hand to spread it around his cock. He positions himself at my entrance, slowly inching his way all the way into me.

We’ve done this a thousand times and I’m still not used to his size. I gasp and writhe as he lets me adjust to him. He holds me still by my hips. “Oh, baby. You’re gonna be begging for me to let you cum.” He says as he begins to fuck into me at a fast pace.

His pace gets quicker, he raises my hips to meet his as he pounds into me. I feel the bulge from his cock inside me, the outline showing in my lower abdomen. Matt smirks and presses his hand over the clear bulge, saying “Feel that, baby?”

“You have, ngh, no idea!” I say through moans. Matt chuckles as he continues to pound into me.

His thrusts begin to hit that sweet spot inside me and I moan out loudly. I feel the familiar bind in my stomach begin to form. “Matt, Matt!” I moan out. “I’m gonna cum, please Matt!”

“Not yet.” He says. He thrusts into me just enough to make me edge, before pulling out right before I could reach my orgasm.

“Matt!” I whine. He only chuckles and unties me from the headboard. He lays down next to me. “What are you doing?” I ask as I sit up.

He pulls me over to sit on top of him. “Ride me.” He says.

“What?” I ask.

“You wanted to fuck so bad, fuck me. Fuck yourself with my cock, darling. Go on, do it.” Matt’s hands find their way back to my hips. He helps me lift myself up and position his cock at my entrance, before I sink down.

I moan out and stay still for a moment to adjust. I move my legs to get a better position to ride him. I lean back and place my hand in his thigh, helping me to steady myself as I raise my hips up and down his length at a slow pace.

Matt groans and grips my hips. “Faster babe, come on. Don’t pretend like you weren’t begging for this just a little bit ago.” He says.

I begin to quicken my pace, bouncing myself up and down his cock. Matt moves one hand to grip my ass cheek while the other stays on my hip, helping me to ride him.

“Fucking love this view.” He grunts out.

I moan softly and reach my hand down to rub my clit, only Matt stops me.

“Not yet.” He says with a groan. I whine lower myself down so he’s all the way in me.

I lean forward and kiss his lips feverishly, grinning down on him to get some friction to my clit. He smirks, knowing exactly what I’m doing.

Matts hands grip my thighs in place as he positions himself to pound upwards into me. I moan loudly as he begins at such a fast pace.

“Matt!” I scream out. “Oh god, Matt!”

“Beg for it baby, beg me to let you cum.” He says as he pounds into me. I feel his cock twitch in me, knowing he’s going to cum. It’s now or never. If I don’t obey him, he won’t let me stop cumming like last time. I’m not sure I can handle that overstimulation again.

“Matt, Matt please let me cum! Please, please Matt, I need to! I need to so badly, Matt!” I beg, tears forming in my eyes from his harsh grip on my thighs and is relentless pounding into my pussy. “God, Matt, please!”

“Since you asked so nicely, and we’re so good to me.” He grunts as he thrusts into me sloppily. “Go on, darling. Cum all over my cock like the food girl you are.” He says into my ear, his breath sending chills down my body as I moan out, immediately obeying him and releasing all over him.

He follows just a few thrusts after. Our white liquids mixed together as he pulls out of me. They spill out of my pussy as he pulls out.

“That’s the best part.” He mumbles against my shoulder.

“What is?” I ask breathlessly.

“Cumming inside you. Maybe I got you pregnant this time.” He smiles.

I shake my head. “Matt, I don’t know that I’m ready for that.”

“But you’d be such a good mother.” He mumbles as he moves us over to lay on our sides. I lay my head on his arm as his hand plays with my hair. “You’re so good with kids.” He murmurs against the top of my head.

“Matt, I want to. Just not right now.” I tell him.

“Okay.” He mumbles. He nuzzles my head against his chest. “Do you need anything?” He asks me.

“Can we just lay here for a bit before we clean up?” I ask.

Matt nods. “Anything for you baby.”

TAGS: @bernardenjoyer @sturniolosreads @mbbsgf @xxsadlovexx @whicked-hazlatwhore @sturnsgirl @keira324 @stuniolobbg @timmyscomputer @meg-sturniolo @sturnioloenthusiast @nickdevora @hearts4chris

[flowerxbunnie]

IM LITERALLY SQUIRTING CUMMING NUTTING BUSTING CREAMING EVERYWHERE WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM

SLUTTY ASS ANGLES

CHRIS’S STUPID PINK LIPS LIKE WHAT RHE FUCKFJJGGN PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GOD IF YOURE REAL PLEASE LET CHRISTOPHER SUCK MY CLIT JUST ONCE

[christinarowie332]

“sit on my fucking face .”

chris sturniolo x reader (smut)

requested !

warnings : language , smut , pov switching .

not proof read

———

“yo y/n are u listening right now?”

i’m snapped out of my trance i was in by matt’s voice , i snap my head towards him on the couch we were sat on . realising i have literally just been staring at chris opposite me .

“yeah sorry , just zoned out , carry on” i reply while turning my body towards him , tucking one leg under the other so i’m half cross legged . i glance back at chris , noticing a small smirk he has on his face , his eye brows twitch before he breaks the eye contact and looks at matt . i follow his gaze .

“as i was saying , imma drive nick to the airport to pick up nate , but the house is a mess so you and chris should stay here and clean it up a bit , we will be gone for a while cause of the traffic so you have plenty of time” matt explains to us , moving his gaze from me and chris . everytime he looks at chris , i also look at chris , his nose and lips are kinda red from the cold , god i want my thighs wrapped-

“Y/N!?”

fuck

“yeah sorry matt ,” i turn my head towards him

“what did i just say?” matt asks while slumping into the couch pillows , rolling his eyes .

“clean the house ? picking up nate , me and chris stay . we have a long time” i reply , a blush creeping to my cheeks as i feel my heart race .

matt shakes his head and gets up from the couch , he says something but honestly i was too busy thinking about chris , how his eyes would look from below me , blown out , rolled back in his head , mouth covering my-

“which rooms do u wanna start on”

chris’s voice booms , snapping me away from my thoughts .

“uh . idk …. the kitchen and your room are the only messy ones , so let’s just start with the kitchen i guess” i reply back , trying to shake away the tremble in my voice .

“you okay ?” he says taking a step forward , face painted with concern , tilting it sideways , crossing the room to stand infront of me .

i take a shakey breath in before speaking, my bestfriend inches away from me , being so sweet but all i can think about is suffocating him with my-

“there is is again.”

“what ? there’s what again?” he fully has my attention now , my face being just as confused as him.

he laughs slightly and searches in my eyes , jumping between them rapidly. “you keep just going somewhere else … what are u thinking about?”

oh idk chris , your face pressed against my-

“i’m not thinking of anything chris , i’m perfectly okay !” i reply instead . laughing awkwardly to try and deminish the growing tension.

“sure” he drags out , taking a step back , “i’m gonna pretend i believe you” he continues , shaking his head and turning around to the kitchen , i exhail once he turns , closing my eyes and relaxing my shoulders .

i follow him to the kitchen , bending down to go in the cubbord, grabbing a bin bag and the rest of the cleaning stuff .

chris’s pov:

i turn around from the fridge i was grabbing drinks from , to see y/n slowly crouch down to the bottom cubbord .as she meets the floor , knees tucked into her chest , i see her thighs flatten , getting squashed slightly between her calves at the pressure . god to have those wrapped around my head , they’re so fucking-

“hey chris?” i remove my eyes from her ass and meet her gaze as she turns to look at me .”do you know where matt put the disinfectant, it’s not in here?”

the light from the window is perfectly hitting her face , making her glow , how the fuck does she do that-

“hellooooo ???” i blink a couple times and scrunch my eyebrows in confusion, “disinfectant chris ? where is it?” she continues.

“oh right . um . idk probably in the garage” i shrug my shoulders and look away from her , turning around and staring to shove the rubbish into a bag she threw over to me .

i hear her leave and turn around , leaning against the counter closing my eyes . i quickly get lost in my own thoughts . she’s been looking at me today , i’m not going crazy right ? so if i just ask? no . she’s my bestfriend, i can’t do that . what if she’s been looking at me because she knows i’ve been looking at her , imagining my face inbetween her legs , i bet she sounds so nice when she moans . fuck.

i look down to see my dick , half hard . FUCK .

y/n pov :

as i reach the garage . i stop in my tracks . he was definitely staring my my ass right ? no what if he was just looking at the floor . i can only ask . but what if he freaks out and gets all weird .

fuck it

i make my way to the kitchen , faster then i’ve ever walked , and freezing when i get there . where the fuck is this kid ?

i turn around and see the bag placed on the top of the stairs , look back at the kitchen and it’s clean , so he probably just went to start on his room .

i start walking towards the stairs to his room , slowly creeping down them , reaching his door and knocking .

“yeah come in”

i hear this and immediately walk in . he meets my eyes and gets up from his bed . i slowly walk towards him anxiously, trying to think of a way to bring up the fact i want to literally ride his face . even thinking it sounds insane .

“bro , what is up with you today ?” he asks and my eyes peel away from the floor .

“i wanna ride your face” my eyes immediately widen , hand slapped over my mouth . why the fuck did i just say that . i bet he hates me . oh my god i just fucked up our entire friendship . what the fuck do i say now-

“all you had to do was ask ma” my eyes meet his again watching a smirk crawl onto his face , he snakes a hand to my waist and pulls me into him , smashing our lips together . i put both hands on his chest and walk him back wards to the bed , not once breaking the now heated makeout .

the moment i feel him hault and meet the end of his bed i pull away and push him down . i take off my tank top and throw it to the side , watching him crawl backwards to the top of his bed .

“you have no idea how much i’ve been wanting this” he says as he watches me , leaning back on his elbows , looking at me while i take off my sweatpants , and walk to the side of his bed .

his eyes trail down my body , and i feel a wave of embarrassment hit me , he is still fully clothed , he notices this and tilts his head “do u want me to take this off baby?” his voice croaky and gruff , making my core grow even wetter .

i nod my head before climbing onto the bed , straddling his lap and helping him peel his top over his head . i can feel a hard object pressing against my pussy , looking down at it and meeting his eyes , him also looking down , noticing it the same time as me , “you really did want this huh?” i tease , tilting my head and smirking , matching his energy.

“shut up” he laughs out before grabbing my face and bringing his lips to mine again , i hold his face , elbows supporting me as i deepen the kiss . his hands run down to my ass , down to my thighs , making me arch my back and hum into his mouth.

we stay like this for a while , our kiss growing more aggressive and needy by the second , tongues battling relentlessly , before he moves his mouth down to my collarbone , biting and leaving open mouthed kisses , for sure leaving some nasty marks

“sit on my fucking face” me whispers into my neck , i pull away , out of breath . his eyes completely blacked out with lust . nose red and lips swollen.

“gladly”

with that sit up and slowly push my underwear down , he watches and helps me pull them down while still on the bed .

i make my way to his face neck , hovering over him , suddenly feeling anxious . he rolls his eyes before grabbing my thighs and pulling me over his jaw . basically suffocating him under my pussy.

his nose immediately hits my clit , drawing out an embarrassingly loud moan from my mouth, grabbing the head board for stability.

he licks a long stripe though me , before landing on my clit and wrapping his wet lips around it . my hand flys to his hair , gripping it tightly , making him grunt , sending vibrations through my core as he continues to explore my pussy with his mouth .

my legs start to shake , as i’m still not putting my whole weight oh him , noticing this he pulls me down by my hips , forcing me to fully sit on his face . i start to move my hips forward and back wards , using his nose and tongue as friction.

“FUCK CHRIS” i scream out as me shoved his tongue deep into my pussy , causing my thighs to close slightly , trapping him inbetween my legs .

“keep talking , i want to hear you ma” he says out of breath , fingers replacing his tongue as he gets his breath before re- attaching his tongue to my clit , flattening it and shaking his head sideways.

“fuck-FUCK CHRIS, i’m gonna FUCK” is all i got out before the knot snaps in my stomach , feeling shocks fill my entire body as i clench around his fingers . coming undone ,all over his face whimpering , eye’s clenched together and my jaw falling slack.

i slow down my movements,grinding against his face as a ride out my high , before i see chris face lift , his nose and chin practically dripping with my arousal . a huge teethy smile plastered on his face as he heaves out breaths . the cold air hitting my wet clit , making my body shudder .

“holy fuck chris” i say before removing my pelvis from his face , throwing my body down to sit next to him , back against the head board my chest rising and falling . i laugh out of breath and look down at him , him allready watching me from below , still smiling while trying to catch his breath.

“i meant what i said when i said i was a munch” is all he manages to say before i throw a pillow at his head rolling my eyes and laughing

“oh shut the fuck up chris”

—————-

me writing this knowing i’m terrified of doing anything in this oneshot ! (including the cleaning, i am not a house wife !)

really hope i did anon proud with this ! love u all

-🍼

—————-

tglst:

@mangosrar @azkabanstar @bluesturniolo333 @urmyslxt @littlebookworm803 @strniohoeee @biimpanicking @parkerssecrets @soursturniolo @lividnity @kenzieiskoolaid @sssturniolofart @cybrrrs1ut @freshlovehacker @f4iry-dvst @sturniololvr12 @tcvazq @lovingsturniolo @def-livv @deatthmatch

[redz0nez9]

Matthew Sturniolo pt 8 & He so Lana Del Rey coded

[astronomysturniolos]

his frat boy era will forever hold me in a chokehold

[sturnioloos]

give me 5 minutes and a hair tie.

[solarsturniolo]

Overstimulated Matt hcs??? Nextrrtr

Overstimulated!Matt Headcanons

Warnings: sexual content / cursing / overstimulation / p in v / no protection / cockwarming / use of ‘mommy’ kink if you squint / sub!matt / safe word

He can normally last a good three or four rounds before he’s empty and has nothing left to give. Five was the most he’s ever done.

He looks so pretty with his head thrown back, jaw slack, back arching to lift off of the mattress.

“F-Fuck please please please p-please, yes j-just like that, o-oh god, please f-fuck please please it feels s-so good.”

He’ll rut his hips up like an animal in heat, he can’t help it, his hips have a mind of their own when he’s blissed out like this. It’s hard to control himself when you make him feel so good.

He’ll watch with hooded eyes, his lips parted and spilling out numerous whimpers and pleas. He admires the way you touch him and please him, how your thumb rubs over his tip with each stroke. He’ll try hard to watch the entire time, it was almost pornographic the way you took care of him, but he would fail each time.

As waves of pleasure flood his body and his mind, he’ll lose the ability to hold himself up. He’ll fall back against the pillows, all of his energy going into thrusting his hips in time with your strokes.

By the time he’s reached his third orgasm he’s a sensitive, whining mess. His abdomen slick with his cum. The tip of his dick painfully red and leaking with his arousal.

“I-I-I c-can’t” he pants, trying to twist his hips away. But he knows his safe word. He knows what to say to make it all stop, but he doesn’t say it. He’s addicted to the feeling.

The pain is short lived, and the pleasure that follows is stronger and more intense than the previous times. He can’t keep his composure, all he can do is pant and whine and beg for you to keep going.

“F-Fuck, it feels s-so good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop. P-Please, i’m a good boy. I’m s-so good, f-fuck.”

He’ll try so hard to suppress it, but he’ll let a few ‘mommy’s slip out as he feels himself reaching his next orgasm.

His vocabulary diminishes to single worded pleas and a string of vowels falling from his lips as he lays there under your control in pure ecstasy.

By his fourth orgasm, he’s spent. His throat dry and raspy from all of the whining and begging he had previously been doing, he’ll whimper the safe word and look up at you with glassy lustful eyes He’ll let his head fall back onto the pillows and he’ll catch his breath, hiccuping and whimpering softly as his dick throbs and aches.

He’ll blush as you praise him for how well he did. He’ll turn his head slightly to look at you, his eyelids heavy, his cheeks rosy and warm, his hair sticking to his forehead. He’ll muster up a hoarse ‘thank you’ and he’ll let himself relax as you caress him and hold him afterwards.

He’ll lean into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his body. He’ll leave sloppy, open mouthed kisses all over your shoulders, your collarbone, your neck, your upper chest. He’ll pant heavily. He’ll mumble a quiet “God, I love you,” while his lips brush over your skin.

You’d have to be very gentle with him. He’s very sensitive, any accidental sensation against his dick will have him whimpering and biting at your skin. Some nights he’ll insist on being cockwarmed ‘to help ease the sensitivity’.

Not that you’re one to deny cockwarming him, you just know you’ll end up waking in the morning with a mess inside of you.

He’ll wake up too and pull your body closer to him. ‘Don’t go yet, you’re so warm,’ he’ll whisper. His hands tracing over your body, memorizing every curve and dip with his fingers.

When you finally do decide to get out of bed, Matt will wince as you ease yourself off of him. He’ll watch and lick his lips as his seed drools from your entrance, your thighs already sticky and glistening with a mix of arousal and sweat.

And with that, he’ll admit that “There’s no better way to wake up in the morning.”

——————

Tags: @flowerxbunnie @mattslolita @mattsbratt69 @oversturn @simplysturn @soursturniolo @megamett44-lover @sturnybabes @jjmaybankswifes-blog @plasticferal @cupidsword @liz-stxrn @sturniolosreads @sturnioloskies @bernardsleftbootycheek @egirlshit @matthemunch44 @nonamegirlxsturniolo @chrizz333 @sturniolopowers @mattsleftnipple03 @worldlxvlys @hearts4chris @tillies33ssss @janiellasblog @creamoncreamoncream2 @breeloveschris @meg-sturniolo @ellie-luvsfics @mattsfavwh3re @lustfulslxt @braindead4l @xtravrgnoliveoil @ghostlythinggoingaround @taekwite @rootbeerworshiper @leah-loves-lilies @querenciasturniolo @whicked-hazlatwhore @lacysturniolo @sara2233445 @junnniiieee07

[sturncrazy]

give me 5 minutes w them like this.

[sturniozo]

Can you write one where you and matt/Chris ACT like you hate each other when you’re around their other brothers, but you secretly sleep together

I Don’t Hate You

Matt Sturniolo x Reader smut

“That’s not even right, you just want to argue!” I yell at Matt as he sits across from me on the couch. Nick and Chris groan.

“Jesus, all you two do is argue!” Chris says and leans his head back, covering his eyes with his hands.

“She stared it!” Matt says which makes Nick laugh.

“You two are like children.” Nick says.

“Why do you keep inviting her over then! She’s such a fucking-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence Mathew Sturniolo!” I glare at him.

Matt pauses and crosses his arms before saying “what happens if I do?”

Chris groans again. “Please, I just wanted to watch a movie.”

“Matt, can you just not argue with her for an hour?” Nick says. “She’s my best friend, all you do when she’s over is argue and it ruins it!”

“It’s her fault!” Matt says as he points at me.

“I don’t care whose fault it is just shut up and watch the movie!” Chris tells. Everyone goes silent and settles down on the couch and we all silently watch the movie.

Every time I glance at Matt he’s already staring at me. Glaring. I roll my eyes and turn back to the movie.

“What the fuck was that about?” Matt says which causes Chris to groan again.

“Just five minutes, please.” Chris mumbles.

“She’s the one fucking rolling her eyes at me!” Matt says.

“Cos you’re glaring at me!” I yell back.

“Then don’t look at me!” He says.

“I could say the same to you!” I say back.

Nick sits up and block my view from Matt’s. “If I have to sit like this all night to keep you two from fighting I will.” He says.

“Works for me.” Matt mumbles.

We go back to watching the movie in peace. Nick eventually settles back into his spot and I look over to Matt to see him glaring at me once again.

I clench my jaw and take a deep breath, looking back at the tv. Matt scoffs and gets up, walking away.

“Where are you going?” Chris asks him.

“My bedroom, away from her.” Matt yells back as he walks away.

“Good riddance.” I mumble.

After the movie we all get ready for bed. Chris goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth once Nick finishes and Nick asks me “Are you sleeping in my room?”

“No, I was gonna sleep in Chris’s, we’re gonna play Fortnite together.”

“Alright.” Nick shrugs. He goes to his bedroom and as I’m walking down the hallway I bump into Chris.

“Hey, you sleeping in my room or Nicks tonight?” He asks.

“Nicks, we’re gonna watch RuPaul together.”

“Okay, night y/n.” Chris says and walks off to his room.

I make my way to Matt’s room and shut the door behind me. Matt sits up in bed.

“Are they in bed?” He asks and I nod. “Get over here.”

I smile and walk quickly to his bed. I hop into his bed and climb over his lap. He sets his hands on my waist, pressing his lips to mine softly. He pulls away. “Do they know you’re in here?” He asks me.

I shake my head. “No, I told them I was in the others rooms.” I giggle and kiss him again.

Matt smiles and pulls away. “That trick is going to get us caught some day.”

“Not today though.” I kiss him again. Matt leans against me and lays me down on the bed. He slips a hand under my shirt as he trails kisses down my neck. He slips off my shirt and returns to kissing my neck.

His hands cup my boobs and squeeze lightly as he kisses my collarbone. I slip my hands under his shirt and tug on the fabric with one hand, as the other traces his abdomen.

Matt sits up and slips off his shirt. He pulls down his sweatpants before moving down my body and slipping my own shorts down.

He leans down and presses a soft kiss over my clothes clit before slipping my panties off. He tosses them to the side before dipping his head down between my legs. His hands grip my thighs and move my legs over his shoulders as his lips connect with my clit. He sucks lightly, his tongue padding at the nerves.

I let out a quiet moan and my hands go to tug on Matt’s hair. His tongue slipped down my folds and I gasp. Matt chuckles and does it again, moving his tongue up and down my slit.

Matt’s head moves up and I whine. “Matt!” I say and Matt shuts me up my pressing his lips to mine, causing me to taste myself.

He pulls away “We have to be quick baby.” He says. “They’re gonna find out soon enough. We have to be quick so you can get back to Nicks room.”

“But I want to cuddle with you tonight.” I mumble.

Matt chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “We will for a bit. Ready?” He asks and I nod.

Matt slips down his boxers and positions himself at his entrance before slowly slipping himself into me. I open my mouth to moan but Matt covers it.

He slowly pushes all the way in, and sits still giving me time to adjust. “You good?” He asks and I nod, his hand still over my mouth. “Do you think you can be quiet?” He asks. I shake my head no and Matt chuckles. “As much as I love hearing your pretty screams of my name, we can’t have that tonight.”

He starts thrusting in and out of me slowly, but quickly gains speed to where he’s slamming in and out of me. My legs squeeze around him as my nails dig into his back.

Matt let’s put soft pants and groans. The sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead as his hand presses harder against my mouth.

Soon enough an ever so familiar knot forms in my stomach and I moan against Matt’s hand. “‘M close baby.” Matt groans out and I moan against his hand again.

Matt’s thrusts begin getting messier and sloppier, letting me know just how close he is. I can’t hold it much longer as the knot in my stomach unbinds and I moan into Matt’s ha d. It’s just a moment before he groans loudly from his release and leans his head against my shoulder, his hips slowly moving into me.

He takes his hand away from my mouth and his hips stop the soft movements. He slowly pulls out of me and lays down next to me.

“You’re terrible.” I mumble.

“Says you.” He laughs, still panting.

I turn to look at him, and he’s already looking at me. But he’s not glaring. He’s smiling.

TAGLIST: @bernardenjoyer @sturniolosreads @mbbsgf @xxsadlovexx

[7tee3n]

its giving millers girl