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make you mine ~ m.sturniolo x reader (she/her)

જ⁀➴. summary: i mean you know what they say, keep your friends close but always keep your enemies closer- just how much closer?

જ⁀➴. warnings: filthy smut, fingering, dumbification, degradation, praise, rope bunny, spitting, spanking (i’m sorry), dom!matt and sub!matt, jealousy, brat!reader, a little angsty (cause yk i fw that too much)

જ⁀➴. this is for @annamcdonalds67 challenge!! i will be basing this fic off of madison beer’s ‘make you mine’ !

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‘i wanna lay you down, i wanna string you up, i wanna make

you mine.’

do you know that feeling when you’re drunk, so drunk that your mind feels like a fog? like a layer of cloud and mist has settled into the crevices of your brain, seeping into your every thought. a fog so powerful that it alters your visions and brings hidden secrets to the tip of your tongue, the kind of secrets that would change something, anything once and for all.

and in that moment, the feeling of freedom outweighs all the consequences of letting that secret out. slowly, my fogged brain pieces together to allow my hands to fiddle with the padlocks of the secret. to untie the tangled chains, to swivel the tiny little key around on the pads of my fingers, to push the blade into the hole in the chest.

and just like that, a secret sworn to never be spread dribbles down the edges of the box and every thought telling me, yelling actually, that what i’m about to do is wrong is etched away by a metaphorical marker and nothing will stop me from what i want to do and what i’m going to do.

the dizzying noise of a thousand people, some my friends, most of them random people you’d find at classic LA parties, is silenced by the sound of my beating heart and the blood pumping viciously around my body.

it’s the kind of passion that comes from envy, that comes from jealousy, that comes from resent so blinding that every step you take feels like it could break the marble floor underneath your feet. or that steam pushing out of your ears could be visible.

it’s the kind of jealousy that comes from seeing a person you care so deeply about in a corner with some bitch who knows nothing about him.

like- she doesn’t know what he likes and doesn’t like, she doesn’t know that he has three books by his bed and that one of them has her initials carved into the fourteenth page. she would never know that his own couch has an imprint from where my fucking ass sits everyday. like she wouldn’t know that their shared ‘hatred’ wasn’t actually real. just like how she doesn’t know that he is not on the market and she has absolutely no fucking place in the world to have her wretched bones on his skin.

you’d assume that in a situation like this time slows like a movie but it doesn’t. it speeds and i can’t keep track of anyone around me or what song is playing or even what drink is sloshing onto my hand from my cup. i just know exactly where it’s going to go though.

before i step foot into the beaming light of the kitchen, two hands grab my hips and swivel me around. two hands that won’t be there in a minute if they don’t leave my body.

im met with a pair of very similar eyes and i suddenly feel very guilty for thinking what i thought a second ago.

‘hey! where have you been all night? me and nick have been looking for you literally everywhere.’ chris’ eyes look concerned but his smile is still in full tact.

‘i’ve been talking to people, catching up-‘

‘did something happen? cause you know, you look like you’re gonna kill somebody’ he laughs, his hands leaving my hips and i brush the area off where he touched, holding my head high to hopefully hide the seeving look on my face.

‘just people liking to get up in my business, you know how it is. ‘ i nod, sipping from cup, immediately regretting because actually wtf is in it.

‘okay, well- me and nick were about to leave, we’re just tryna round you and matt up.’ my teeth clench together at the sound of his name.

‘yeah, i don’t know chris. i might go home later, feels like we only just got here!’

‘it’s literally 2am, we’ve been here 4 and half hours already-‘

“come on, chris! when do you ever get to go to a party as big as this? go find a girl or something- give yourself a good time!’ his eyebrows furrow and he shrugs his shoulders.

“i guess so-“

“you gotta get over that bitch ex of yours anyways, perhaps this could be your perfect time.” and with that, he was fully listening. his shoulders now standing upright and his posture as straight as possible.

“you’re right, y/n. oh, look- there’s matt! guess he’s already a step ahead of me and you.”

my head spirals around is quickly, i think i saw stars. big, white, angry shooting stars. the sight of his hands clenching onto her ass, pushing her against a kitchen counter. her dress slowly riding up her thighs, thanks to his legs prying them open.

and with that, something ticks inside me.

i’ve been jealous before. hell i’ve been the most jealous in the room. but have you ever been so jealous that a rack of knives looked appealing and the bat that hangs above the wall in the living room looked handy dandy to do the exact job you needed to?

why was it always the bitchiest of girls who all the guys hate -but apparently not so because she’s tugging on one of their dicks by saturday.

well guess what? two can play at that game, bitch.

i turn around to find a good looking guy, not so attractive that i could become attached but not ugly enough for me to be gagging when i run my hands along his dick.

‘you. come with me.” i gesture, my fingers curving in to lure him into me.

his brows furrow and he scoffs, “why?”

“cause i fucking said so, come with me.” i drag his hand and he turns back to look at this friends with a sudden bright smile.

our hands are clenched together as i pull him through a small crowd towards the kitchen. the urge to instantly jump on him to rile matt up is incredibly overwhelming but desperation isn’t always the best look on me.

my hand reaches for a red cup, filled with what looks like classic punch and i pour it down the sink to fill it up with straight vodka and hand it to him. “drink up, buttercup.”

his eyes widen but he obeys and i watch as he drinks every last sip, my fists clenching from the idea of what’s going on directly behind me.

“ngh’ matt-“ i hear the girl moan and my head twists to see his eyes glaring into mine whilst sucking red marks onto her neck.

i scoff and drag my guy closer to me, all whilst maintaining eye contact to lick a stripe up his neck and shove my right hand up his shirt to feel his torso. the guy did have toned abs, i could feel from how rock hard he was against my fingers but unlucky for him, i was completely and utterly distracted by the guy i hated so fucking much opposite me.

hate so pure that the sound of his name made goosebumps run down my neck and my blood bubble under my skin. my eyes would sting from the gaze of his eyes, my eyelids burning from refusing to shut. it was hate so pure that seeing a girl on his arm made my throat run dry and my words choke. the rings on my fingers digging into my palms and my teeth scratching against one another as i clenched my jaw to see the hickies scattered on his chest.

my tongue caresses the skin of his neck, latching over what i think is his sweet spot, as he moves his hands down my body. i smirk as i see matt latch onto the bitch’s figure tighter, desperate to outweigh whatever i was doing.

i look up at the guy and say, “do whatever you want to me, right here, right now.” his eyes light up and his breath halts slightly.

“but we’re in here with so many people-“

“i don’t care.” my head turning back to look at matt who is still looking at me, a grimacing smile speaking across my face which makes his brows furrow deeper into his skin.

the guy grabs my leg to push it onto his, my front up against him and he latches our mouths together, his tongue immediately creating a space between my lips to enter.

after a solid minute of awkwardly making out in front of what felt like 30 people, a hand pushes my leg down from the guys hip and grabs my hand to pull me away from the crowd.

i’d be stupid if i said i didn’t know it was matt, of course i knew it was him. after all, he knew i had full control over him even if we were just enemies.

sweating bodies collided with mine and i squeeze my body close together to avoid elbows to the face. my heels making me stumble a little, alcohol still running through my system.

i look down to find a step up a winding staircase, a classic LA mansion.

20 steps felt like half a lifetime as matt still desperately drags me up them, whispering incoherent, angry remarks under his breath. until finally he makes it to the top and barges through the first bedroom he sees.

i enter quickly after him, my hand falling to my side as he slams the door behind us. i didn’t have time to react before he pushes my shoulder into the wall behind me, digging his nails into my skin.

his eyes are practically black with anger, his eyebrows fallen to his eyelids yet a disgusting grin on his face. his tongue slides along his teeth, before he spits, ” what the fuck do you think you’re playing at?”

“whatever you’re playing, i mean it’s only fair.” i squeak back, my breath a little taken away from the sudden collide with my back and the brick wall. and of course the incredibly small space between our lips and the fact that our noses are touching.

“that’s not how this works around here.”

“then how does it? you get to go around with every girl in our state and i sit in the background watching?” what was that even supposed to mean?

he removes a hand from my shoulder and shakes his head, “people around here know they can’t touch you. they just know that, sweetheart. i assumed you would too.”

“and you’re allowed to have that bitch all over you? tell me, matt. how is this really fucking fair?” his hand comes up to my throat to clench it, light enough so i’m not choking but hard enough so that i’m gagged, my head lifted up a little.

“because how else am i supposed to get you to fucking take notice that i want you.”

i furrow my eyebrows, i try to speak but he clenches harder and the words don’t form in my mouth.

“every girl i have i imagine it’s you, every time i’m fucking a girl i imagine it’s your pussy im in, i imagine it’s your lips that im sucking on.”

i look dead in his eyes, my lashes blurring my vision slightly, his hooded gaze mesmerising me as i take in his every word

“every mean comment i made and every remark you made back riled me up. i knew it, you knew it, everyone else fucking knew it. im fed up of this bullshit circle we’ve had going on- i need you to see that you’re mine. when i saw you and that bitch in the kitchen, i smiled because i knew i got you. i got you to the point where you fucking admitted to me that im in your brain, you want me just as much as i want you baby.”

his tongue pokes out to lick a strip along my lip, he stands back to look at me in such a vulnerable position. my legs squeezed together in my little black dress and his hand wrapped around my neck as i look up at him with teary eyes and a dumb little smile on my face. it was just all he had ever wanted.

his hand leaves my neck, reaching up to grab my jaw and push my lips against his. a messy, tongue-filled kiss. his tongue sucks onto mine and i moan into his mouth, my legs moving forward to push him backwards.

he hums into the kiss, moving his head to suck on my lips whilst treading towards the bed in which he eventually pulls us onto. my legs scramble to straddle his lap and loop my hands around his neck.

he pulls away to pull the straps of my dress down as i look into his eyes, if somebody had told me two years ago that i was straddling matt’s fucking lap i probably would’ve slapped you around the face.

“do you know how long i’ve wanted you baby?” he says, yanking down my black dress to reveal a lacy, practically see-through bra that pushes up my boobs to accentuate them especially for matt’s eyes.

i shake my head, my hands clasping onto the hairs on the nape of his neck.

“too fucking long.” he rips off my bra, my mouth wide from how easily he broke the fabric, a loud groan leaving his mouth as he launches forward to suck my hard, pointed nipples.

my head thrown back as i grind against his jean pants, desperate to relieve the feeling in between my thighs. the tent of his pants brushing roughly against my region making me pull his head closer into my tits.

he pulls away to stare up at me, already looking a little disheveled, as he chuckles slightly, “you’re so fucking needy, who knew a pretty baby with a mouth as big as yours could be so desperate for my cock?”

i whimper at the sound of his patronising voice, my hips moving faster as he speaks but the loss of the soft pad of his tongue of nipples making my eyes water a little.

he grabs my jaw to force me to look at him, his fore finger and his middle finger squeezing together closely as he pushes them towards my lips. “open up, slut.”

i open my mouth for him and he guides his fingers into my mouth and instinctively i suck on them, my eyes slowly fluttering shut and i hum onto them, wishing it was something else.

the tent underneath me twitching even under all this fabric and the hands looped around his neck untie to slowly run down his torso all the way to the zip on his jeans.

“you want it all don’t you baby? you act so tough but really you’re just a whore for me and my dick. it’s not even been five minutes and you’re already scrambling to undo my pants. that’s it baby, let me use all your pretty parts.” i pull them down to reveal his wet boxers and his huge dick.

this man wasn’t just packing a couple inches, it was enough to bruise the back of my throat and my cervix. my eyes light up as i hold it through the cotton of his underwear, drool begging to leave my mouth.

he leans back slowly, his elbows digging into the plush mattress underneath of us as he guides me closer towards his cock, pushing away stray hairs that curl around the frame of my face.

i pull down his boxers for his dick bounce straight up and hit his stomach, pre cum leaking from his bright red, swollen tip. and i hungrily scramble to grab hold of it, his words replaying in my head, i’m just a whore for him.

my hands smooth the veins along the bottom of his dick, slowly making my way up to kiss his oozing tip and i feel his body shudder underneath me. without a second thought, i shove his tip in my mouth and suck his cum off. my mouth hollows and i move my head up and down, determined to get some noise out of his pretty mouth.

“that’s it pretty girl, just like that- mmm” his head is thrown back and his hands come round to cradle my head, pushing me further onto his dick.

i moan which sends vibrations down his cock, his tip growing in my mouth as i swirl my tongue around it, the gagging sounds echoing in the room, riling matt up more and more.

“fucking take it all baby- oh fuck, i know you can” he winces out, the grip on my hair tightening and i smile against the girth of his dick doing exactly what he says, hollowing my mouth and sucking all the way to his bone. his hips shove up to hit the back of my throat and my eyes flutter shut, the full feeling in my throat overwhelming me.

he guides my head by bobbing my head up and down in time with his hip thrusts, the sounds of my gargling getting progressively louder as he becomes more determined to cum down my throat.

a sudden halt to his erotic sounds, i feel my head being pulled up, a ‘pop’ sound coming from my mouth from the sudden loss of his dick in my throat. he laughs, smoothing my cheek with his thumb before gently slapping it and grabbing my chin so i look at him.

“you gonna let me make you feel good?” i frantically nod my head, the heat between my legs practically burning a hole thru my panties now.

“that’s my girl, you’re mine. aren’t you?” i nod and he tuts, “ use your words.”

“i’m yours.” and that’s all he needed before he picks me up like i’m a fucking feather weighing nothing more than a couple pounds and throws me onto the bed whilst he twists around to stand up off the bed, looking down at me.

“you know it, my little slut.” he pulls down my dress finally, he didn’t get to finish underdressing me cause the idea of finally tasting him was too much. but now that i can feel the cold air hitting the most private of places and his glare blazing up and down my body, i feel shy.

my elbows hover over my boobs as i try and scrunch up a little but matt’s hands pry them away and he spreads my legs before discarding my little black dress on the floor, i’m only left with my matching lace panties.

he licks his lips, his glare fixating on the wet patch created on my underwear, just for him. as he holds my thighs apart, he blows gently onto the fabric making it instantly cold and i shift up the bed a little, whimpering.

“this all for me, baby?” he looks up at me, caressing my thighs gently. the cold metal of his rings making my goosebumps more and more apparent.

“mhm.” my eyes flutter shut and i push against the force of matt’s hands, becoming increasingly desperate for any kind of pressure on my pussy. “please.”

“please what?” he smirks, his touch on my thighs now so light you wouldn’t even believe it was there. it was another level of teasing that made the core of your very stomach fuzzy and the lack of any touch adds to the sick feeling you have.

“just do something, anything.” he snaps when i say that, flipping me around quickly so that my body slaps against the mattress, my ass on full show to him, my thing not doing much too cover my the cheeks of my ass.

“i wanna feel the rush, i wanna taste the crush, i wanna get you going.”

the sharp sting of fabric ripping against my delicate skin and sudden gasp mixed with the breaking of sweet lace makes matt chuckle in the background before placing a harsh slap to my ass, sending me into the air as it was so unexpected.

“you gonna be good for me?” he smooths over where he slapped, secretly wishing it will make a bruise.

“yes, yes i’ll be good.” i beg, wanting literally anything.

as his fingers move closer towards my wetness, he suddenly moves away quickly before getting up and searching the room.

i look up and frown, “what the fuck are you doing?” i whisper a little, upset that he looks like he’s about to leave.

he doesn’t say anything but pauses once he gets to the drawer in the closet and laughs before turning around to reveal a belt.

“what are you doing? this isn’t even your room.” i say, relaxing yet still confused.

he walks over to me and forces my chin up at him, “keep speaking in that bratty fucking tone and i will leave you high and dry”

“well you won’t even let me get high so what effect is that gonna have-“ before i could finish my sentence he covers my mouth with one hand and uses the other to turn me around so my head is shoved into the pillows of the bed. he scrambles to grab my hands, pushing them against my back and fiddling with the belt.

“just you fucking wait and see, little angel.” he twists them around my wrists and tightens them so i can’t get out without any help.

his hands letting going of mine before i feel them suddenly exactly where i need them. a singular finger pressing down onto my bundle of nerves and my whole body jumps with just a simple touch, a pornographic moan leaving my mouth.

“does that feel good baby” i whimper back a desperate ‘yes’ and wriggle against the pad of his finger wanting him to move oh, so badly.

“want me to move my hand, darling?” i nod my head frantically hoping he can see me which i gather he can considering the low laugh that leaves his mouth and the sudden movement of his finger dragging down slowly through my folds.

“you want me here?”

“yes, yes. i want you there. i want you to move.”

“you want me to move?”

“please.”

“there it is.” and with that, the gentle movements turned into quick, hard thrusts. his two fingers sliding through my hole at an insane pace, not letting me readjust for one second, making my whole body lift from the bed, my hands shaking in the belt he tied me up in.

the cold metal of his rings mixing with the warm wetness coating his fingers, the sensation was immense. all before he flips me over and presses his mouth onto my clip sending me into fucking sub space.

“oh my fucking god! matt-“

he licks and kisses at my clit at a gentle pace all while his fingers strum in and out of my hole at an alarming speed, it’s a wonder he doesn’t have arm cramp even after one minute.

my ass doesn’t stay on the bed and my whole body is jittering at the sudden overwhelming sensation. the flicks of his tongue and the curving of his fingers making sure he hits my sweet spots makes the bundle in my stomach tighten up.

“please matt, i’m gonna cum!”

he carries on, his feasting at my pussy getting progressively more intense, like a starved man. he enters another finger into my hole, stretching me perfectly so that i am shaped for him.

he breathes against my heat, “let go, baby.”

and with that, i did. sweat running from my back and forehead, my tied hands desperately grabbing onto the leather and my toes clenching over his shoulders.

he licks me clean, pressing one last kiss to my clit which makes me jolt as he laughs a little to himself seeing my messy figure on the bed.

“you did so well, baby.” i smile at him, his head coming close to mine to kiss my lips.

“now you gonna help me out sweetheart?”

i nod and he turns me around to take me out of the tied belts and he kisses the red marks from where i pulled against the restraint. “you liked these?” i shake my head and he laughs.

i pull myself up from the bed and onto matt’s lap to face him, i latch my lips onto his and hook my hands around his neck pulling him closer to me. my naked body fitting perfectly around his warm body.

he moves his hands down my body, caressing my curves and humming against our kiss as i pull away and look down to stroke his dick to which he kisses and pulls himself into my neck.

i move myself up his body to push myself down onto his hard shaft, as he winces and throws his head backwards, moaning my name.

i pull at his hairs and rock my hips against him and watch his demeanour change as his hips desperately rutt against mine and i forcefully push my hands onto his thighs so that he’s restricted.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he groans as my grinding against him slows.

“taking control.” his eyes widen and i push myself up further so that i can plunge further onto his dick. my nails digging into his thighs as i watch his breathing get faster and moans leave his mouth.

“that’s not - ngh- how it works.” he argues with me which doesn’t last for long when i start to kiss his neck and suck on the lobes of ears in which his thrusts up into me become more persistent.

“i’m gonna cum-“

“not until i cum.” i say, chasing my high with him as i hear him whine into my ear, panting a little too.

“please, just let me.” he hugs me closer, my boobs crushed against his chest as he begins to rocks back and forth with me, moaning and groaning with his head in the air. so much for tough guy, huh?

“cum with me.” i bounce up and down as he thrusts up into me for the last time before releasing his cum, painting my walls as it oozes out of me as i collapse onto the bed next to us.

our heavy breathing and hearts beating is the only thing that can be heard.

matt’s hand slowly moves to bring me closer to him, i smile as i look up at his tired state.

“you changed quickly, mr tough guy to oh please! please, let me cum! “ he shakes his head and covers my mouth.

“shut up, you wouldn’t fucking let me .”

i laugh at him and he picks me up to squeeze me, so much for being enemies, huh?

“so-“

“you’re mine now right? like for real?” he’s not looking at me, rather picking at his nails.

i giggle and press my head against his forehead and nod, “of course.”

hope you all liked !! too many fucking words :)

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[hoesformatt]

SIT ON IT.

chris smut, ykwtfgo

dom!chris • poc!reader friendly

contains: FAT-ASSED READER, semi-public sex (in a gathering), reversed cowgirl, large gathering (not really party) type setting, pet names, no use of y/n, lots of touching/groping

semi-proofread ✍🏾

word count: 0.9k

No seats on the couch. Big gathering. Rando’s I don’t know. Friends. Matt—occupied, Nick—also occupied, so where’s Chris? I searched for Chris throughout the gathering until my legs were already tired from walking around. I just gave up and went towards the couch again to find a seat again just to see Chris.

I scurried forwards as I saw him manspreading across the couch seat. He had eye contact with me, signalling to come closer till I was bowed down in-front him.

I light grasped my jaw to put his lips on my ears “Where have you been, I’ve looking for you” Real funny, cause I was about to say that.

“Me too, I need to find a chair or a seat ASAP, I’m tired as fuck” He grabbed arm as he looked around the room for an empty place but there was no luck, Chris sat back still holding my arm as he pulled me in even closer. “Sit on my lap”

Bitch what? I was confused, I knew I wasn’t drunk, I barely had one Twisted Tea but I think I was being deceived. “What you say?” I asked.

“Sit on my lap” I wasn’t wrong. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, Chris is definitely one of my friends that are fine as fuck, I wouldn’t know how to act if I sat on his lap. “I’m cool, it’s okay” I declined his offer.

“Just sit, you’re obviously tired and what’s the problem?” I pace my eyes across the room before I give in, because I’m not about to tell him ‘Hey Chris I don’t want to sit on your lap cause I lowkey, high key want to jump on your dick.’ No.

I pulled down my mini-skirt which half of my ass was going to fall out of regardless. Sitting down on his left leg, I still refused on sit on his lap, I just wasn’t going to do it “Shit I didn’t realize how big your ass is” He chuckled.

Am I tweaking?

It was kind of uncomfortable and I found myself shifting on his knee often. As I looked back at him and he locked eyes with me “Sit on it” Chris demands. I finally stopped being stubborn and I sat directly on his lap and he adjusted by bucking his hips up towards my ass, feeling Chris under me.

Making sure we were both comfortable I began to move alot more as people brought drinks to the table and I just took a soda then jumping back on his crotch accidentally sitting a little too hard.

A moan escaped his mouth and I realised what I did in that moment. Chris’ hardness grew underneath me, he and I both what I did. “Fuck, I asked you sit not to give me a lap dance.”

“I can get off if you need me to”

“And let everyone see that you gave me boner? Why don’t you help me” Chris proposed

I was flattered and horny, the way he was whispering in my ear with that low voice of his. I wasn’t going to miss the chance to fuck my crush.

“You wanna get a room?” I turned to face him

“I mean… You could just ride me right here” He shrugged, It was risky but why the fuck not, nobody is going to check us. Chris asked one of his friends to give him one of the smaller blankets that was just hung around the end of the L couch.

Chris put it over us, pulling my skirt up and I held the front of my skirt to lift my ass up from his crotch and hover a little bit so he could take his dick out his pants and so I could move my thong to the side.

I extended my neck back to watch his twitching cock fling out of his jeans. He aimed his dick towards my warm entrance pulling me down to sit completely on his dick. I zipped my mouth shut struggling to stay quiet around these people, even though everybody in the room were talking and it was loud.

He held my waist hoisting me up onto his cock slowly not even stopping to look around to see if anyone was watching us.

Chris’ cock is lengthy, I expected it but nothing could’ve prepared me for all it. I was being filled to the brim with him hitting all my right spots.

I spit small whines and whimpers repeatedly struggling to keep quiet, his hands slipped up groping my boobs as I moved at a quicker speed but still not trying to make seem too obvious.

“Fuck— Oh my— Fuck” Chris’ moans are quiet but I hear him because his lips were touching my ear. I slid on his lap, taking everything in my body to stop myself from just stripping off this blanket and bounce on his dick until my pussy go numb.

“Chris— I’m gonna fucking cum” I bounced just a bit as I chased my high, Chris held my hips thrusting up making my ass clap a few times “Shit, you gonna cum with me mama?” I nodded while my ass recoiled for the last few times before his liquids filled me up and he pulled out of me.

“We gotta be alone the next time”

tags: @chrisenthusiast , @miguelsangel , @lunariaxzz ,@thesturniolos , @angelic-sturniolos111 , @littlebookworm803 , @79sturniolo , @alinaa131 , @sturniolopowers @mattslolita @luv4kozume @sturniofilmd @sturniolooooo @urmom2fresh @chrissturniolosbitch

[kiibichio]

SAY IT ✩ C. STURNIOLO

OVERVIEW ;; last time you and your boyfriend, chris, had sex, his brothers heard you, you two played it off and managed not to get caught. but ever since, you’ve been insecure about your volume.. so you try to hide your noises, but chris fixes that.

CONTAINS ;; dom ! chris, sub ! reader, no use of y/n, begging kink (?), hella praise

mora speaks ;; so i was listening to say it by tory lanez and i thought abt this fic . then it left my mind 😭 THEN i saw an EDIT OF CHRIS to the song and i knew i just had to get this done. SO HERE WE AREE !! ENJOY 🙏🏾 (btw we jump straight into the story so buckle up)

date published ;; 3.20.24

not proofread

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4:11 pm

chris slams his lips onto mine while grabbing my hips and positioning me so im straddling him.

“god, baby..” he mumbles onto my mouth, “ive been waiting to do this since you got here..”

i came over to my boyfriend, chris’, house to visit my him and my friends (nick and matt). although they left about 20 minutes after i got here. claiming they were ‘getting food’ but they would probably be a while considering they never come straight back home. chris immediately took his chance and dragged me downstairs to his room eagerly. as soon as he got in he began taking his hoodie off and throwing on the floor, followed by mine. which brings us here.

after a good 5 minutes of making out, chris stops. he realizes he hadn’t gotten a sound out of me at all, which is odd because im usually the most vocal out of us two. this whole time it’s been ‘so good baby’ and ‘i missed you so much’ combined with small whimpers and quiet groans from chris. but none from me.

“hey, you’re real quiet. something wrong, ma? is it me?” he genuinely looks at me.

i sigh. there was something wrong.

“no, no! chris, baby, you did nothing wrong. you’re doing great. it’s just..”

“you can tell me. im here to listen and i won’t judge.” chris reassures me as he rubs my shoulder

“well.. it’s just- ever since that one time last week. you know, when matt and nick heard us?”

he nods, making eye contact with me.

“ive been thinking im too loud and extra… so im trying to change that. i don’t want to be an inconvenience to everyone else.”

which was true because who wants to hear me and chris fuck everytime we do. that’s also embarrassing to deal with. getting weird looks from your friends because of something that you’re were supposed to keep private, but couldn’t because of your volume? crazy.

he stares at me for a moment. did i say something wrong? then he chuckles.

“hey! what are you laughing for? i thought you said you wouldn’t judge.” i huff, pouting my lips and crossing my arms.

he throws his head back and continues to laugh, “baby.. are you serious? matt and nick aren’t even here right now.”

i look away from him, arms still crossed.

“hey. look at me, ma.” chris grabs hold of my chin and moves it, forcing me to make direct eye contact with him, “i do not care if my brothers hear us. i swear. i want everyone to know that you’re mine and im yours. i need to hear you say it. make all the noise you want, baby.”

“are you sure, chris?” i ask hesitantly

“100% positive”

he doesn’t let me respond again and immediately starts kissing me. he moves his hands up and down my body slowly, his left hand going to my ass and the right one moving to unclasps my bra under my shirt. he breaks away and his mouth travels towards my neck and chest area.

“mmh.. chris..” i whine.

“there’s my girl, keep those same pretty noises up for me while im inside of you.” he smirks against my collarbone.

he flips us over as to where im laying down on my back and he’s hovering over me. he starts moving his face downwards, leaving a trail of kisses on my stomach behind him. he hurriedly takes my pants and underwear off with one pull.

“ready, ma?” he breathes against my heat

“mhm..” i whimper

“louder, i can’t hear you.” he says teasingly

“yes, chris, please just touch me” i say, starting to beg, which i know he likes.

“whatever you say, princess.” he gives a sly grin before completely going down on me, eating as if this is his last meal.

“ohhh… fuckkkkk, just like that chris. keep going baby.” i moan loudly

chris smirks against me. hearing my noises is just turning him on even more. this makes him move his mouth faster. he loudly slurps and licks on me, trying to get more noises out of me as he lets his own out himself. my legs start to wriggle and close a bit, trying to get more pleasure. chris takes notice of this and holds them open and still with his left hand, his right being occupied with my clit, which he was toying with at a rapid pace.

“mmh.. taste s’good, baby. s’good.” he moans, face deep in my pussy, moving and hitting all the right places. he starts to quickly motion his tongue in and out of me. hands still on my clit and legs, holding them open.

“mghh.. yes, chris right there!” i yell out as my legs start shaking “b-baby, im about to-”

“do it. cum all over my face ma.” he mumurs

with one final flick of my clit, i burst and my juices start rolling onto chris’s mouth. he happily laps all of it up.

chris lifts himself up to give me a slow, heated kiss, making me taste myself on his tongue.

“you’re so good, princess. lets see if you can be even louder.” he smirks, winking at me.

he pulls his sweatpants down, his boxers following after. he gives himself a few pumps, spreading the precum all over his dick. chris looks up at me.

“ready, baby?” he asks, sweetly, lining himself up with me.

“yes, chris.. please” i whimper

he gives a small, silent chuckle at my begging before pushing himself all the way in me. he gives me a few seconds to adjust before slamming in and out of me.

“ohhh! oh my g-god…” i moan out

“yea, baby. say it. who’s making you feel like this?” he asks, relentlessly pounding into me

“you! fuckkkkk.. you chris. only y-you baby mmm..” i yell

all that’s heard now is the sound of squelching, coming from the spot where me and chris connect, moans, groans, whimpers and whines from the both of us, and skin slapping. a few moments later, he speeds up, now rapidly thrusting against me.

“chris! oh. shit shit shit shit. b-baby im close!” i warn, my legs starting to shake and my body starting to tremble under him.

“c’mon, baby. let it all out on me.” i can tell he’s close to by the way he tightens his grip on my waist and his thrusts get faster and sloppier.

“fill me up, baby. p-please.” i request.

that sentence alone makes him cum right there. and im close behind him, letting out a pornographic moan as i let my liquids out. chris’ thrusts slow down as he lets both of us ride out our high.

he pulls out and falls beside me as we take a few moments to breathe.

“that was great, baby.” he smiles at me, turning on his side so he can look at me.

“yea, you did amazing” i reply, giving him a smile as well

“im gonna go get a towel to clean us up.” he lifts himself up and makes his way to the bathroom. he returns with a damp towel and wipes me down. after that, we both get up to get dressed and make our way back to the living room. we put on a movie and wait for matt and nick to get back.

“ma.” chris looks at me.

“yes, baby?”

“do me a favor and don’t ever hide those pretty sounds from me again.” he says

“you got it baby” i laugh as i pull him and give him a soft kiss.

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mora speaks (again) ;; lmk if you guys enjoyed this oneee. i really liked writing because this is my first chris smut ‼️ ALSO MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO REQUEST AWAYYY. (might take me some time to do them but i will get to them !!) TOODLES <3

tag list ;; @sturniolos-blog @mayhem-72 @hearts4chris 🍵

[mattgirl-4-life]

The whimper

the head shaking

Need him bad 



[tastesousweet]

sativa or indica it don’t matter what the strand , the worst drug of all the addiction to a man. 😞😞😞

[byechristopher]

⠀

I hate you, too.

– CHRIS STURNIOLO SMUT.

Author's note: okay so, I was listening to Les – Childish Gambino, and this idea came to mind because uhm, I love Chris, I love parties, I love angry, messy, toxic sex. So, sue me. I got carried away so, super long. Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: this, once again, is pure filth. Super long, didn't proof-read so fml, angry & rough sex, toxic sex, slapping, choking, semi-public. Just a mess. Minors dni!

The lights are so damn bright in here, I can see blue, red, purple, all kinds of colors, everywhere. Not that I'm really complaining, this place is so dark that I can barely see anything – only when the lights flash. I can see people everywhere, their silhouettes, dancing, kissing, drinking.

I quickly pour myself a drink, making sure I'm keeping it safe in my hand; I haven't been in a house party in ages. But I remember how messy they get, I know everyone will pass out at some point. I'm trying to search my friend group with my eyes but it is almost impossible – how big is this goddamn house?

"Hi! You made it!" a friend screams when she sees me and I smile. I try to greet everyone but my eyes meet someone's face that I really didn't want to see here. My ex.

"What is he doing here?" I groan, turning to glare at my friend.

"I'm sorry, babes, he literally just came. I texted you. He's friends with the host, Jake, I didn't know." she has an apologetic face and I check my phone to realise she did text me about it. Fucking hell.

I can feel his blue eyes on my body, burning it like daggers on fire. I try to avoid him as much as possible and the fact that he looks this good, doesn't make it very easy. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his jeans and I can't help but steal a few glances. He's already looking at me. He's smirking.

Fucking asshole.

"Hi, pretty." he is next to me now, dangerously close to me, as I take a sip of my drink.

"What do you want, Chris?" I roll my eyes.

"That's not how you treat your ex." he scoffs, looking around playfully before looking at me again. I turn my head to look at him, too.

"Let's not open that topic here." I try to push him away, his body doesn't really move.

"I agree. Let's talk about the car sex we had a few days ago." he smiles and you would think he's talking about the most innocent thing. His hands still in his pockets, he looks cool and unfazed by my angry glare.

"Shut the fuck up, Chris. Don't you have anywhere else to go, anything else to do?" I yell. Now I'm facing him, my body turned towards him.

"I'd like to do you." he comes closer to my ear and I sigh, downing my drink before turning my back on him. I am afraid I won't be able to hold myself back this time either.

"Well, I don't."

"Yeah?" his chin is touching my shoulder and I can feel his jeans pressed against my butt, "so if I touched you now, you wouldn't be wet?" he hums.

I am not wet. I am dripping. But that doesn't mean anything, right.

"You're not allowed to touch me anyway." I dodge his fucking question.

"Well, you weren't saying that when you were pressed against the car door." he chuckles, "you're wet, then." he whispers but it's enough for me to hear.

"Not for you. Maybe for your friend, Jake." I smirk, knowing this will stop his attack. He's always been extremely jealous. So have I.

"Fuck you." he almost growls in my ear, but the smirk still stays on. He turns me around and as soon as he says that, one of our favourite songs starts to play. Les by Childish Gambino, "fuck you.. can I have this dance?"

I can't help but chuckle a little, which I try to hide immediately. The timing, the line he used from the song, this songs specifically, him. Fucking Chris.

I quickly grab him and drag him in the center of the room that we're in, he holds onto my hand tightly and brings me closer, pressing my back against his chest. We dance to the music, he's not moving much but I can tell he's enjoying the little show I put on for him. My butt is pressed against him then whole time and I can feel the bulge in his jeans. Good.

I turn around and continue to dance with him, my hands traveling to his back to grip his shirt and pull him as close as possible. The part in the song that we love the most comes on and he cups my cheeks, pressing his forehead against mine as he looks into my eyes. We're both singing the lyrics.

"Oh, girl, I wanna know, are you ready to cry? 'Cause I'm no good, no good.." his playful smile never leaves his face.

"Oh, girl, I wanna try, I'm an awful guy and I'm always away.." my lips curl up into a playful smirk as well, my hands sneak under his shirt and I dig my nails into his lower back.

"And I'm tryin' to say, I'm a piece of shit.." he stops singing and the next second, he's kissing me. I fucking hate myself for kissing him back as hungrily as I did.

He grabs my hand and makes me follow him – nothing else matters, as the song says. Only us. We practically run up the stairs and I see a wooden door, he seems like he knows this place. My friend did tell me he's friends with the host.

He opens the door and then locks it once we're inside the room. It's a bathroom, not very big and the light is so dim, I'm not sure if it is there to match the party's vibe or if this dude just doesn't like actual lighting in the house. We don't waste anytime – Chris picks me up and sets me down on the counter next to the sink, my dress rides up just enough for him to move closer, pushing my legs apart with his body. We can still hear the music from here.

I take his shirt off immediately, throwing it somewhere behind him before wrapping a finger around his chain, pulling him closer for yet another hungry kiss. He grabs the hem of the dress to push it up, my skin meeting the cold counter but it is soon replaced by Chris' large hands. He squeezes my butt, pushing me forward so that his bulge rubs against me. He sneaks a hand in between us, his fingers rubbing my soaked panties.

"Is this for Jake, hm?" he grabs my bottom lip in between his teeth, biting it roughly.

"Maybe." I moan, leaning forward to take his nipple in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue.

He moans, "why are you here then?" he puts pressure on my clothed pussy and let go of his nipple, throwing my head back.

"Fuck off." I groan, moving my hips so that I'm rubbing myself on his fingers.

"You're dying to have my dick inside of you." he whispers, chuckling.

"And you're dying to have me in any way you can." I push him away, jumping off the counter and quickly pulling his jeans down together with his Calvin Klein boxers, "isn't that why you keep following me around, hm?" spitting on my own hand, I grab his dick, rubbing up and down while staring into his eyes the whole time. They're filled with lust, anger, passion. He moans.

"Fuck off." he groans this time, his head falls on my shoulder as I jerk him off, both of his hands grab the counter on each side of me. He thrusts into my hand.

All of a sudden, he slaps my hand away and turns me around, making me press both of my hands on the mirror in front of us, pushing my lower back down so that I arch my back and spread my legs. His hands are on my breasts now, pushing my dress now so that they're free for him to see and touch. With one hand he pushes the dress up to reveal my ass as well, the dress now only covering my stomach and a small part of my back. I don't dare to move, I only watch him as he pulls my panties down – he spreads my ass and spits, not that he needed that, I'm already dripping.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?" I groan, pushing my back against him.

"Beg for it." he slaps my ass a few times as he smirks.

"Chris, fucking hell. Fuck me already." I say but he's not pleased. He slaps my skin again and I groan, gently hitting the mirror out of frustration. His cock rubs against my clit and I lose it, "fucking.. Chris! Please, fuck me. I want you inside me." I whine. He smiles. Thank fuck.

He finally pushes inside of me and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I look at him in the reflection of the mirror. He pushes his cock all the way inside me and grabs my hair in a ponytail, wrapping it around his hand to push me back every time he thrusts in.

"Fuck.. fuck.." I moan, licking my fingers before dragging them down my body to rub my clit, always looking at him, as he fucks me roughly. My fingers touch his dick every now and then, it makes him moan a little louder. He leans forward to sink his teeth into the skin of my shoulder as he watches me cry out in both pain and pleasure – with his free hand, he grabs my hand that was rubbing my clit, bringing to his mouth to lick the juices off my fingers. I almost cum.

My breasts bounce with every movement, he thrusts into me and I push back against him. He pulls out of me and I curse under my breath. He turns me around and places me on the countertop again, wrapping an arm around my waist as he guides his dick so that he can start fucking me hard again. I grab a fistful of his hair, tugging it harshly when he pushes into me; it makes him lightly slap my cheek before wrapping his fingers around my neck, choking me. I gasp and slap him back, grabbing his throat with my hand, too.

"I fucking hate you." I moan, his eyes staring into mine.

"Yeah.. turns me on.. love it." he moans and smirks, and that's all it takes for me to come closer to my high.

"Chris.. Chris.. I'm gonna.." I whine and he lets go of my neck, hugging me close and pressing his forehead against mine as I let go of his neck as well.

"That's it, baby.. fuck.. will you cum for me? Hm?" he says and that's closest thing to affection that we showed tonight. I nod and moan loudly, holding onto him as tight as I can. I cum, trembling, and he does the exact same thing, moaning my name over and over again.

We stay like this for God knows how long – he's still inside of me and I almost pass out in his arms, his hand rubs my back soothingly.

"You okay?" he whispers, as if it was a crime to be affectionate with each other again. We used to be together after all.

"Yes.. you?" I whisper back, the feeling of not wanting to let go of him just yet comes back and I try to push it away as fast as I can.

"I am okay, yes." he mumbles and after letting me know, he slowly pulls out of me, earning a wince from me, "sorry." he mutters.

"Do you want me to take you home?" he says and I sigh. This is wrong.

"It's best if you don't." I whisper, looking at him and I can see the vulnerability in his eyes too.

"That's true." he nods and fixes my dress, pushing his boxers and pants up right after.

"I still hate you." I mutter. I don't want him to leave.

"Yeah." he wears his shirt, he grabs my chin and leaves a sweet kiss on my lips, "me too."

And with that, he leaves.

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[live4lust01]

Chris sturniolo

Sex, praise kinda, backshots, party, swearing, good girl, head(female recieving), drunk, hair pulling idk

I hate using "y/n" so much but saying an actual name instead of baby or pet names is so much sexier so bare with me pls(I only used it twice). All consensual (they j drunk ash lol)

It was almost midnight. I'd been at a house party for almost four hours now and under the influence of anything I could find.

Lights were flashing, people were dancing, drinking and music was blaring as I sat on the sofa with another cup of alcohol. I was sitting next to Chris sturniolo, my drinking partner for the current ongoing game.

I was happy with my partner since we'd spoke a few times before, at parties or hangouts with mutuals. He was super cool and super hot. We've had some tension between us everytime we see each other. Eye fucking, intense eye contact, small words and touches.

We were put into pairs and had different challenges. You do the challenge, then you get to drink. You don't then you miss your shot. We'd switched up the rules since mostly everyone's goal was to get so drunk they couldn't walk or talk.

I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs, making my dress ride up almost exposing me. I couldn't stop my mind from thinking horny thoughts about Chris. I knew I'd drank too much when I didn't care about being almost naked Infront of a crowd of people.

I look over at Chris, he's already staring at me, hair messy and a sloppy sexy smirk splattered across his face. I keep eye contact until he looks away first, checking out my body before standing up and offering me a hand. Our turn again.

I ask to pick but Chris just ignores me and picks up a card. "Seven minutes of heaven" he reads as everyone says "oooooo".

Without any thoughts or even a moment to process what he said, Chris picks me up over his shoulder, his hand covering my ass so I'm not exposed to anyone and mutters so only I can hear "you have no idea how long ive waited for this" .

His shoulder sticks into my lower stomach, making me even more hornier everytime he takes another step up the stairs, staggering. Everyone's laughter and talk about us can be heard from downstairs as we reach the top.

Chris barges through a bedroom door, literally throwing me on the bed as I squeal. He throws the card down on me and hastily locks the door as he takes his shirt off. I had just enough time to read the card before he climbs on top of me, attacking my neck with kisses and love bites.

"this is a very strange way to 'take a sip of your drink and spit it into your partners mouth'" i chuckle lazily reading off the card.

"oh shut up, you've had me hard all night" is what Chris says tripping over his drunken words before he starts kissing my neck, hands travelling down my arms and interlocking with my hands next to my head as the card lays forgotten.

"take your dress off." He demands, unbuckling his belt and throwing it to the floor. I do as he says desperate to be in his touch again, I lay fully naked as I had nothing else on apart from the dress. Chris stands in boxers with shrivelled hair and panting in heavy breaths as he just takes a look at me, sitting on the edge of the bed with legs crossed, thighs mushing. I look at him with desperate, horny eyes and flushed cheeks.

"lay back for me and open your legs, y/n" he breathes, shamelessly staring me down. Something about his voice had a way of opening my legs without me even thinking. I do as he says.

"good girl" he mutters, as he gets on his knees at the foot of the bed and leans over my body, sucking and rolling his tongue over my nipples.

"I think you've got the idea that seven minutes of heaven was never the plan, more of an hour of fucking you senseless" his voice gentle, dark eyes staring up at me from where his lips graze my nipples, his hot breathe hitting of them.

"don't make a needy girl wait, Chris. Make me your slut" I say as Chris travels down my body and pushes my legs further open as he dips his tongue inside me, tasting the wetness.

"I've been wanting to taste you for months." He says, hot breath hitting off my clit as he begins licking and circling it with his tongue. I groan finding my hand tangled in his fluffy hair as I rock my hips with his the movements of his mouth.

"oh Chris..." I moan out gently as he dips two fingers inside me, making me arch. "mhhhh"

He keeps looking up at me through his eyebrows as he keeps his hand mouth movements in sync. I feel his fingers deep inside of me as they slither in and out. I get lost in the feeling, the muffled music and the dim light of this dark room. The alcohol infecting my system. I feel myself arch and my stomach tighten as Im about to reach a high before Chris leaves me empty and stands up. I groan looking at him but Chris boxers are falling on the floor.

Without any words, Chris opens me as he slowly slides himself into my hole.

"fuckkk, baby you take me so well" I hear him groan, eyes closed as he pleasures himself. His hands grip tightly around my hips as he remains standing upright. My legs now wrapped around his waist, he slams into me deep. Slowly at first. Pushing me away slightly then slamming our bodies together.

"Chris oh my god" I scream, my hand wrapping around his wrist, back arching again.

"yeah, keep screaming let them know who makes you feel this good." He slurs, eyes closed head back and movements strong. Butterflies flood my stomach. We stay in this position as he keeps thrusting hard, beginning to get faster. He opens his eyes and looks down at me, the sounds of our sex squelching an echo across the room. I keep moaning as he gets faster.

His grip so tight, I feel bruises form. I rest my feet on the side of the bed, giving Chris room to bend down over my body. His forearm rests above my head as the other holds my hand. He pants hard as he groans and moans, we stare into each others faces. Noses touching tips every so slightly with every movement. Our breaths mangling into a cloud of hot air.

His face blushed with the hard effort of sex, his light blue eyes glossy but dominant. His mouth slightly parted and his eyebrows furrowed so slightly. His hair swung back and forth Infront of his eyes as he pushed into me. I took him in, from this angle he was even more beautiful.

I feel another orgasm building as I scrunch my face up, Chris standing up again and pressing his hand on my lower stomach. I scream again. The feeling of more pleasure when Chris pelvis hits off my wet clit adds to everything in the moment. I lean my head back as I orgasm. Chris watching me, mouth closed. He smirks but doesn't stop, he begins rubbing my clit as my legs and body shake.

"a few more minutes baby, I'm almost there. You take me like such a good girl you can keep at it a while longer" his words of motivation flying through my ears as my eyes roll back and my hand wraps around Chris wrist again. I moan loudly, not caring if downstairs can hear or not as Chris leans his head back, face scrunching as his last few thrusts go harder. He pulls out to come all over my tits and stomach and I'm left legs shaking and core aching.

"you look even more beautiful after I've finished all over you" he smirks and chuckles.

"shut up" I say scooping his come off my tit and tasting it.

He stares at me laughing lightly. "Dirty girl. I'll get you a towel" he smirks again.

He comes back, dick still hard. I take the towel, clean myself then I lay it on the bed. I lie on my stomach.

"were not done yet" I say wanting more.

"yeah I was thinking the same" he chuckles wiping his forehead with his arm and fixing his hair. Chris grabs my hips and pulls them upwards as he slaps my ass hard making me gasp.

"I'm so glad I finally have you under me. The second I seen you walk into this house i knew I'd end up having you for myself somehow today and I'd been hard thinking of the thought ever since." He whispers drunkenly in my ear grabbing all my hair into one hand before kissing my cheek. He positions himself to get inside me again and starts thrusting. We both let out a moan but this time Chris doesn't let me get used to his size. He just starts thrusting and I arch my back further, screaming with my face burried in the pillow.

He yanks my hair so I face up. "I wanna hear every sound that comes out your mouth. I want everyone else to know what I do to you" he groans at the last words as I tighten round him.

I begin matching his movements, backing my ass up to his pelvis everytime he thrusts forwards. We keep a good pace going as Chris tugs my hair and slaps my ass, definitely leaving a red handprint.

"fuckkkk y/n I've never felt this good in my life" chris groans moving his free hand to touch my clit. My legs buckle slightly, as Chris lets go of my hair. He grabs my arms instead and folds and presses them behind my back, roughening his thrusts. My face squished into the pillows as we both pant like dogs.

"Chris.." I moan, stilling myself as Chris keeps going. A sign I'm about to come again.

"yeah baby I'm there too" he moans heavily as my legs stop supporting me. He grabs my hips with both hands and pulls me up again as I rest my forehead on my folded arms. I feel myself let go as I come all over his dick, hearing Chris moan. He stops his thrusts a few seconds and flips me over. He pumps himself a few times.

"open your mouth" he says, staring down as I do as he says and he shoves his dick in my mouth, finishing inside my mouth, leaving me to swallow.

"i don't wanna stop" his way of asking to keep going.

"I don't think I can take another round tonight Chris. In the morning." I say as he climbs off me.

"morning? You'll spend the night with me?" He asks hopefully. Crazy how he can go from hot, worked up, big dick, pussy destroyer to cute adorable, innocent boy in seconds.

"yeah I'll spend the night with you. I've wanted you too Chris." I laugh as I watch him amazed. Chris tells me to put his hoodie on over my dress as we get redressed and head downstairs. Alot of people had left since it was quite late.

"I don't think any of us can drive like this" I say turning to face him, considering we were still drunk.

"don't worry I don't have my licence, my brother drove us here" he says as he pulls out his phone to call Matt.

"you don't have a licence at eighteen? Chris even I have mine" i laugh at him jokingly. Stumbling a little.

"shut up stupid I'm working on it" he says grabbing my arm to keep me steady. He has an annoyed expression at my words but a smirk still plays on those beautiful pink lips as he talks to his brother to know where he is. I realised looking at him, we didn't kiss on the lips once.

Btw hot worked up big dick pussy destroyer is a joke. I just thought it was funny or maybe it's just two am. 🙏

[vivianalovesmatt]

“chris doesn’t like black girls 🤓☝🏽” i don’t care. him and deb 😩

(she’s so fine)

[thenickgirl]

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bsf!nick x blackgirl!reader (part two)

okay so some of y’all were wanting more, and i was happy to oblige. still just winging this shit btw 💕

inspired by own unhealthy delusions 😘✌🏾

part one

warnings: cursing

justy/n: i let chris dress me

liked by nicolassturniolo

christophersturniolo: W move

-> justy/n: real, i’m obsessed with these pants kid

nicolassturniolo: yessss bestie bae

matthew.sturniolo: L fit, i would’ve done better

-> justy/n: alexa play jealousy jealousy

luverboychris: 🫳 gimmie the fit

nicolassturniolo: bathroom mirror kinda cool idk

liked by justy/n

christophersturniolo: bro there’s so much going on

justy/n: ARF ARF ARF 😍

-> nicolassturniolo: LMAOAOA you’re actually insane 💗

matthew.sturniolo: chicken strips

-> nicolassturniolo: what 😭

-> matthew.sturniolo: i didn’t know what to say

justy/n: tfw your bestie filmed with your favorite youtubers and didn’t invite you #blocked

liked by nicolassturniolo

nicolassturniolo: cause i knew you were busy!!!

nicolassturniolo: unblock me hoe!!

-> justy/n: NO

christophersturniolo: i wanted to tell you, but they wouldn’t let me!

-> justy/n: chris, you’re my only friend, now give sam my number 😈

-> christophersturniolo: bet!

-> matthew.sturniolo: CHRIS! 😨

muwapsturniolo: YOU WATCH SAM AND COLBY??

nicolassturniolo: i’m the burger bot 🤖

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justy/n: it’s the way you didn’t offer me any..

-> nicolassturniolo: i’ll buy you as many burgers as you want

-> justy/n: forgiven 🫱🏾‍🫲🏼

guccifrog: yes but was the burger good?

matthew.sturniolo: burger bot is stupid

-> nicolassturniolo: your mom!

-> christophersturniolo: WE HAVE THE SAME MOM!!!

nicolassturniolo: 🕶️

liked by justy/n

justy/n: WHAT SHDFHCJFNCM

justy/n: can someone help me off this floor? 😍❤️‍🔥

-> nicolassturniolo: STOP ILY

matthew.sturniolo: 🔥

christophersturniolo: bro killed it

justy/n: hi i’m back again 🧍🏾‍♀️

-> nicolassturniolo: 😭 bitch i love you!

nickuniversity: it’s a good day to be a nick girl

justy/n: nothing felt cute might delete later

liked by nicolassturniolo

mattslolita: so pretty wtf 😍

christophersturniolo: can i raid your fridge?

-> justy/n: chris wtf 😭

nicolassturniolo: so absolutely gorgeous i can’t 😍

matthew.sturniolo: i already screenshot it

-> justy/n: what?

-> matthew.sturniolo: huh?

-> christophersturniolo: what?

-> nicolassturniolo: WHAT THE FUCK?

tagsss: @muwapsturniolo @guccifrog @luverboychris @mattslolita @demistyles @matty-bear @ohmtoff @nicksmainbitch @patscorner @soursturniolo @sturnioloshacker @freshloveforthefit @angelcake-222 @a13ssandr4 @sukiipjs

[rootbeerworshiper]

Summer (part 1/3)

Reader x Matt Sturniolo

summery: summer camp has always been your favourite thing, but as you enter you last year at the camp, as a councillor, you meet someone that changes everything.

warnings: none other than swearing and mention of a parent passing

credits to @inlovewithmattstur for helping me figure out an ending !

part 2 here

enjoy!!!

love, sienna <3

you have always been referred to as a “goody two shoes” by practically every person in your life. it wasn’t a nickname you were fond of, but based on the way you always had a book in your hands and the way you never broke a single rule, they weren’t entirely wrong.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about living your teenage life to the fullest with parties and boys, you’ve thought about it every waking second because deep down you felt like you were wasting your adolescence on abiding by the rules adults set in place.

something as silly as a single nickname weighed on your head more than you’d like to admit, was it negative? was it just another way to call you a nerd?

you weren’t sure, and honestly it’s probably better you don’t know. blissful ignorance is just that, blissful.

so here you are, sat on a bus in mid july, sporting your two dutch braids and overall shorts, as you make your way to summer camp.

this year was different than the last few, because you were finally old enough to be a councillor, although it’s silly, you actually love kids, and you love camp.

which all adds to your iconic nickname, because what teenager is excited for summer camp? not most.

something about summer was special to you. most kids like summer because it’s a break from school, but you liked it for almost every other reason.

you liked it for the late night swims with your best friend who’s asleep beside you, you liked it because the abundance of wildlife brings you peace, and you like it because it’s the one time of year your hardworking dad can take a week off.

that and summer camp of course.

you’ve been going since you were 7 and you almost never got homesick because you loved it so much. except for when you peed the bed that one time, then you really wanted to go home.

regardless, the pure essence of being surrounded by log cabins and bright stars was enough to bring you peace, and when you add on swimming with your best friends and getting pushed on the camp swings, you were in heaven.

practically everyone that goes to your camp, you’ve grown up with, and they’re all like your temporary best friends for the summer.

well besides Amara, you and her have been friends since preschool and the two of you were practically inseparable. she was the sister you never had and you were hers.

speaking of family, your family life was a little bit rough. when you were 12 your mom passed away from brain cancer. the doctors gave her two weeks after the diagnosis, but a mere 6 days later she was gone.

you never understood how death happens so fast, how people can be gone from the earth in a blink of an eye with nothing but fond memories left behind.

at the time it felt like it was the end of the world. you and your mom were always close, you told her anything and everything as you procrastinated going to sleep on a school night.

it was impossible to not feel alone. sure, you had your dad and Amara, but no one could ever compare to the mother-daughter relationship you held so close to your heart.

like a constant void within you that would never be filled again.

it took weeks for you to “move on” although obviously, you never would. but soon enough you began leaving your room and eating full meals, and at the time, that was everything.

routine wasn’t easy for you, but it kept you stable. reading books all night and getting good grades became a form of therapy for you because it was all in your control, and you craved control more than anything after she passed.

other than the general sadness of losing your built in best friend, financially your dad struggled. he did whatever he could to provide for you, but with the rapid inflation and one singular income, it wasn’t easy for him.

your mothers passing made you and him closer, but you both mourned the main person who connected you, and it was hard for it to feel the same without her.

at camp, you could forget about this all and live in the moment, actively becoming the person you want to be.

so although you may be referred as a goody two shoes because of it, none of that really got you because you were happiest at camp, and that’s all that mattered.

you were never able to fall asleep in a moving vehicle, brain moving faster than the bus you were in, so you just read yet another romance novel as Amara slept soundly in your lap.

thirty more minutes until everything would be okay again—till you could breathe again.

the time flew by as you read, it’s what you loved most about it. it passed time and you were able to indulge in the words on the page, forgetting about your own sad life.

soon enough you saw the familiar forests and you knew you were getting close. “Amara wake up” you whispered as you rubbed the blondes back.

Amara was everything you wished you were. she’s charismatic, more beautiful than any other person you’d ever met, and most of all she had a sense of balance that made you jealous.

she was able to go to parties and have boys wrapped around her finger all while getting good grades and maintaining a good relationship with her parents.

you loved her, but it was hard not to feel your heart hurt as she rejected yet another guy who fell to her feet. it was exhausting to witness.

she furrows her eyes shut, rubbing her face as she wakes up. “good morning” she smiles. somehow she looks beautiful right as she wakes up—that could never be you.

“it’s three pm but okay” you put your bookmark in between the pages of your book, shoving it into your tote bag that resides on the bus floor as your friend situates herself next to you.

“are you excited?” she asks, grabbing a brush from her own bag, hoping to brush through her ruler straight hair and look more desirable.

she knows the answer to her question, because the answer is the same every year. “i am” you smile like a kid on Christmas morning.

once she’s done brushing her hair next to you, she leans back into the seat, placing her head on your shoulder. “i heard camp councillors do way more crazy shit” she pokes your arm, teasing you without needing to say anything, because you knew what she meant. “my friend told me that when she was a councillor, they all snuck out and got drunk by the lake”

you just roll your eyes and place your own head onto hers. “when have i ever come off as someone that’s itching to get cold and plastered with a bunch of random teenagers?”

“cmon you’re older now, you could try and have some fun” she groans. “soon you’ll be in college and then you’ll be too busy to do stuff like this”

she’s right of course, she usually is. you had planned to go to Boston University and get a degree in english, hoping to maybe become a writer someday, but you didn’t tell many people that.

it’s embarrassing the high hopes you have for yourself—sometimes you can’t help but feel completely delusional.

you’re mom was the one person who fully believed in you. sure, Amara and your dad were supportive, but you could tell they were worried about your career choice, and that was probably the rational thought process to have.

“we’ll see” you say, knowing full well you won’t be doing anything crazy. it’s just easier to give Amara a small beacon of hope every once and a while.

you look out the window the see your camp sign with a bunch of kids lined up for registration at the main cabin. you missed this more than ever and you’re sad that is is your last year.

everything goes according to plan which you are grateful for. some councillors came early to assist in the registration process but you and Amara decided against that.

it feels like home here. the dragonflies flying past you as you walk towards your cabin on the dirt road while the red duffel bag on your shoulder weighs you down. it’s also the hottest day of the year which causes you to squint your eyes slightly as you walk towards where you’re going.

theres around 8 different cabins for campers and a designated councillor for each. they’re close enough in proximity that it’s not a hassle to go between the two which is a relief because you’d be walking to Amaras cabin constantly.

soon enough you make it to your designated cabin and begin to unload your stuff, which doesn’t take long seeing as you packed light. you had grown pretty accustomed to packing for camp and you’ve really narrowed down your long list of stuff over the years.

the campers aren’t in the cabin yet but they will be soon, and that’s when the chaos will begin. until then though, you plan to go help Amara unpack in her cabin, walking out the door of you’re own.

you suddenly bump into someone you hadn’t seen here before, a sharp pain now lingering on your right shoulder as you fall onto the small pebbles scattered on the ground. you groan out in pain but ultimately go to apologize to the figure as you begin to stand up.

that’s when you fully take in the boy your looking at. he’s straight out of a book in the best way possible, wavy brown hair that’s split down the middle, a few strands placed on his face. his eyes are a light shade of blue that make you want to melt onto the floor with the way the sun reflects off of them, as beautiful as he is, he doesn’t look pleased.

another thing you make note of is his few piercings, a few on his ear and one on his nose—for whatever reason it weirdly made him more attractive to you.

“watch where you’re walking” he mumbles under his breath, ultimately continuing in the same direction he started in.

you wipe your dirty hands on you shorts. “oh yeah uh sorry” you almost call out as his back now faces you, eyes trained on the ground ahead of him. “asshole” you whisper under your breath.

most people at this camp were kind, it was rare someone here wasn’t as excited as you were to be attending, but as your eyes follow the boy, you know he’s one of few who’d rather be anywhere else.

you try to get the thought of him out of your head. not only was he rude but there was also something intriguing about him that weighed on you.

he had a look in his eyes that you were drawn to more than the colour of them, a look of hopelessness that drove you insane.

you weren’t even sure why he was here, some random guy who looks like he hates his life wearing a hoodie on the hottest day.

it was all weird, but you try your best to shake the thought of him out of your head as you walk to Amaras cabin.

the next few hours go as normal. you help Amara unpack her cabin which is help she desperately needed.

you’ve never understood how you could be best friends with someone so different from yourself.

by now it’s evening, the sun is still shining fully as you make your way to the dining hall with you cabin. the kids are chaotic, but for the most part they listen to you, and you appreciate it.

naturally you are a leader, which stems from your need to be in control— it works for this job, so for the time being, you get teased slightly less by your peers.

once your kids are sat at the long table, with food on their plates, you take a moment to look around the hall—subconsciously looking for the boy you had your interaction with earlier in the day.

as your eyes trail across the tables placed accordingly in the hall, you see every face but his.

“councillor when can we leave?” a small hand pokes your arm, snapping you back into reality.

you smile down at the girl and place your arm on her shoulder. “just a few more minutes” she groans but ultimately agrees.

looking around once more you finally see him, and to your immediate surprise, you find out that he’s a camp councillor.

councillors are usually people that have gone to the camp growing up and yet here is a boy you’ve never seen before, helping some kid open the ketchup container.

the boy was immediately blunt with you, rude even, but here he is with a new sense of purpose in his eyes and if you look close enough you could see a small smile.

this alone could send you into a spiral.

you never liked the idea of someone disliking you, even if you also didn’t like them—you had wrapped your head around the idea that the brunette boy was just mean to everyone, but the way he talks to kids has you thinking differently.

weirdly enough you’re hurt.

hurt over someone you’ve barley even spoken to all because there was a small glimmer of hope that sparked within you that he’d offer you a helping hand off the ground.

you should have known your life isn’t one that’s capable of being in one of the romance novels that you spend hours obsessing over.

the plan for the night was to have a campfire with all the cabins together while some facility told stories and sang songs. as a child this was your favourite part—the huge bonfire that heats up your face if you get to close, and the acoustic guitar playing in the background brought you comfort.

once again you have your kids riled together as you make your way down to the forest where the fire happens.

there is benches scattered throughout and at this time the campers are able to sit with whoever they want, meaning the councillors can too.

so once your cabin is situated you look for Amaras face on one of the benches.

it doesn’t take you long to see that she’s now flirting with one of the older councillors on a bench in the back.

the way his hand drops on her knee and the eye contact the two are holding makes you wanna puke. you would be happy for her if you thought that he’d be more to her than a hookup, but you knew he wasn’t.

if it wasn’t clear enough already, you were a virgin. technically you had your first kiss in freshman year at the dance but it wasn’t memorable in the slightest because the boy didn’t mean anything to you.

it’s not because you didn’t want to fall in love and go along with the intimacy that follows, but you were hopeless around boys—always saying the wrong thing or wearing the wrong outfit. no matter what it was, according to boys you were a walking turn off, and your best friend happened to be the opposite.

so now you look for a spot to sit, deciding to choose the seat furthest to the back, away from everyone while you think.

you were grateful you brought a blanket because although it’s nice out, the breeze leaves goosebumps all over your arms.

you knees make their way to you face as you curl up on the cold wood bench—you loved camp but something about this year was different and you weren’t sure why.

regardless, you kept your eyes trained on the fire in the distance, completely oblivious to your surroundings.

completely oblivious to the fact that the boy from earlier just sat down next to you. “why are you sitting by yourself? don’t you have friends here or something” he asks, rubbing his hands together to create friction and warm himself up.

you practically jump at his first words, eyebrows furrowing as he keeps his gaze towards the flames ahead. “why do you even care?” you stopped for a second, realization hitting in. “if you’re just here to make fun of me then you may as well go because you aren’t the first”

it didn’t make sense that the same boy who completely avoided you was now making conversation—kind conversation or not, it was weird.

he just chuckles. “that wasn’t my goal but if the shoe fits” you roll your eyes and look back away from him. “you just seem like a social butterfly who’s currently sitting by herself, away from like everyone here” he looks to you now, which you can see in the corner of your eye but you choose to ignore it.

“you see my friend over there?” you point towards the blonde that now has her legs sprawled over the older councillors lap, the boy next to you just nods. “she’s my best friend, but as you can tell she’s a little busy right now, and no chance i was gonna sit next to that sheer amount of pda”

you aren’t sure why your sharing with the guy who once gave you dirty looks, but his demeanour is different now—slightly more welcoming.

“ahh i see” he just sort of nods his head and keeps his eyes focused on the pair. “what’s your name?”

immediate confusion sets in. “what?” you look to him now, expecting a laugh or something but he’s dead serious, so you speak again.“y/n”

he nods again slowly. “i like that, it suits you”

you’re not entirely sure how to feel about the sudden compliment. “thanks” you wait a second before speaking again. “are you going to tell me yours now or are you remaining mysterious?” you tease, weirdly enough now enjoying your time with him.

he smiles slightly. “hmmm it would be more fun to not tell you” the way he looks at you could make you fold. something about his eyes hold power over you that you can’t comprehend. “i’m Matt”

you just nuzzle your face into the blanket slightly more, turning your head to look at him as you wrap your arms around your shins. “so Matt, what brings you to camp?”

he’s silent for a moment, and you can tell he’s grown slightly uncomfortable, which is hard to understand for you.

a question so simple wouldn’t cause most people to feel awkward, but here he is, shifting in his seat, mentally debating how to answer.

“can you try to not be judgemental?” this question intrigues you more than anything.

what could possibly be more embarrassing than being a camp councillor for 9 year olds?

you just nod, trying to smile supportively but ultimately furrowing your eyebrows slightly at the question.

“it was here or military school”

oh. shit.

you try to kind any looks of judgement that may make their way to your face as you muster up the courage to ask a question of your own. “what did you do that warranted that? like were your parents sending you?”

you could ask a million more questions, but you don’t want to interrogate the poor boy who’s being vulnerable with you.

“i kinda got in to the “wrong crowd” or whatever” he uses air quotes to emphasize his point. “and i had a couple of juvie scares for vandalism and trespassing and shit so my parents basically gave me the ultimatum”

suddenly it makes more sense why he looked so miserable when you first ran into each other.

you find yourself internally conflicted on whether or not him breaking the law actually matters to you. he’s a nice enough person—not striking you as the type to be an actual criminal.

so you shrug. “i feel like there’s worse crimes to be committing” this makes him laugh, his hands covering his eyes as if he’s about to wipe away tears of joy.

“i didn’t strike miss “goody two shoes” as the type to be okay with that” he must be able to tell the way that nickname immediately ticked you off because the look in his eyes is one of actual empathy. “struck a nerve?”

you just groan into the blanket in front of you.

something in the way he said it made you slightly less mad at it—maybe you just like his voice enough for it to be okay.

you lift your head and fix your fizzy strands of hair that made contact with your forehead. “it’s kind of what everyone calls me”

you sigh. for some reason you feel like it’s okay to tell him how you feel, although you’ve never told another soul this before. “i just wish i was more than that, like i wish my whole personality didn’t rely on my rule abiding tendencies”

he looks at you as if he’s not sure what to say. “you use really big words sometimes” you just roll your eyes, now being referred to as a nerd as well. “no wait i like it, i don’t think it’s a bad thing to be smart, i wish i was better at saying what i mean or whatever”

once again your thrown off by his abundance of kindness.

“i won’t call you that again i promise” he sticks out his pinky, and as dumb as you feel, your inclined to interlock your own.

“thank you” you look back to the fire and see a bunch of kids now standing, signalling your need to go and line them up—it was pretty late after all. “see you tomorrow Matt”

he nods his head, gesturing you to the clueless kids, as well as saying goodbye to you. “see you, y/n”

a/n: praying you guys like this as much as i do bc it’s my favourite thing to write rn i’m obsessed with it

taglist: @tastesousweet (ily)

[annamcdonalds67]

Challenge Results

First I'd like to start of with saying

Thanks to all those who participated in the writing challenge. Your creativity was truly amazing and to see all these people who made their first fic for this challenge. Every word you wrote mattered. The way you pushed your boundaries is remarkable. We're grateful for your creativity. Thanks for being part of this challenge.

So without another moment to waste lets see all the people and their works

"slut!" – @mbbsgf on Tumblr speed – @worldlxvlys on Tumblr I wanna be yours – @imwetforyourmom on Tumblr 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 ෆ – @sturncakez on Tumblr Weakness- M. Sturniolo – @teapartyprincess4two on Tumblr ✯BUBBLE POP ELECTRIC✯ – @muwapsturniolo on Tumblr end game - M.S – @thecynthh on Tumblr LOW – @hoesformatt on Tumblr make you mine – @thesturniolos on Tumblr 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 – @matts-k1tten on Tumblr ┈ Superman┈ – @y0urm4m on Tumblr Carnival – @certifiedmattl0ver on Tumblr STRANGERS – @sturnsssbow on Tumblr you belong with me – @pettydollie on Tumblr Agora hills – @iiheartstef on Tumblr Lavender Haze | Matt Sturniolo – @vanteguccir on Tumblr 22 – @lightningsturvn on Tumblr get him back! 💘 – @chrissv4mp on Tumblr -Summertime Sadness- – @h3arts4harry on Tumblr Cardigan– @sturniolotrip-samandcolby-lover on Tumblr Vampire – @sturniclo on Tumblr FEATHER- Sabrina Carpenter – @venusxsturnio on Tumblr Our Song – @sturniololvrrr on Tumblr c’mere, dressed in black now… – @emomattagenda on Tumblr

And the winners are!!

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚FLUFF⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

3rd runner-up: Our Song – @sturniololvrrr on Tumblr

2nd runner-up: 22 – @lightningsturvn on Tumblr

And the winner is!!!!!

I wanna be yours – @imwetforyourmom on Tumblr

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚SMUT⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

3rd runner-up: 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 ෆ – @sturncakez on Tumblr

2nd runner up: make you mine– @thesturniolos on Tumblr

And the winner is!!!!!

c’mere, dressed in black now… – @emomattagenda on Tumblr

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ANGST⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

3rd runner-up: "slut!" – @mbbsgf on Tumblr

2nd runner-up: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 – @matts-k1tten on Tumblr

And the winner is!!!!!

Lavender Haze | Matt Sturniolo – @vanteguccir on Tumblr

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚SMUT/ANGST⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

3rd runner-up: Weakness- M. Sturniolo – @teapartyprincess4two on Tumblr

2nd runner-up: end game - M.S – @thecynthh on Tumblr

And the winner is!!!!!

LOW – @hoesformatt on Tumblr

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚FLUFF/ANGST⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

3rd runner-up: STRANGERS – @sturnsssbow on Tumblr

2nd runner-up: you belong with me -@pettydollie on Tumblr

And the winner is!!!!!

Cardigan – @sturniolotrip-samandcolby-lover on Tumblr

Thank you so much to tall the writers for participating, this competition is the greatest thing I've ever done so thank you so much for being with me while this happens<3

[thesturniolos]

guilty pleasures (part 1 )

m. sturniolo x reader

authors note: this picture is actually sickening, need him too bad 🤞

this is all creds to my bae @iheartchrissturniolo thanks for the idea hun < 3 (part 2 including your idea yet to come)

summary: matt has a bit of a crush on his best friend, he’s fantasising ;)

warnings: smut, swearing !!

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she looked heavenly by the pool today, irresistible to the point where my heart ached. i knew i couldn’t have her, i’ve only been reminding myself everyday for the past 6 years and it’s agonising.

the way the droplets of water fell off her golden skin, the bikini that accentuated her curves, oh so perfectly. and knowing i chose it for her was like the cherry on top of the cake. blue- my favourite colour - and hell she knew it when she bought it, she even told me. “i wonder why you picked this one” i remember her slight giggle after she said it, voice like silk, one that plays in my head at night.

she drags her hand through her hair, shaking it a little to get rid of the water, and boy do i wish it was me doing that. for me to be the one to look after her, to do the small things that weren’t so small to me. her eyes are closed and even though she’s been in the water, her makeup remained flawless - not that she needed it, she was absolutely gorgeous with and without.

she didn’t think this however, always telling me how she wishes she looked like anybody else. if she could only see what i see, just for a second, she’d never think that again. she’s better than any supermodel, the ‘prettiest of girls’ according to society weren’t a touch on her. plus, they didn’t come with her personality- she’s a real life angel and i’ve been blessed with even being in her presence.

i would spend every minute and every hour of my day telling her every little thing i love about her from the colour of her nails to the shape of her lips, i don’t care about the dents in her thighs or the stretch marks on her stomach, she’s perfect.

she’s walking closer to me with an arm outstretched, my eyes landing on the matching tattoo she has with me and i smile. i sometimes forget we had that done, which almost instantly brings me back to reality that she is and always will just be my best friend. i cannot afford to lose someone as special as her which is why i have to push those feelings to the side, as much as we want to be free.

her being so close to me and looking at me with those eyes, dark eyes that could mean so many things, made my cheeks blush the slightest red and i become desperate to hide this. what kind of friend blushes like a crazed guy in love when they look at them? it’s just a look, god.

“you got a towel?” there was that voice again, a voice i wish was in my ear forever. it wasn’t high - pitched nor was it deep, it was just in the middle, soothing. reminds me of the times where she held me whilst i cried, the bestest friend there is. reminds me of when she was so utterly drunk and slurring over her words, what was it again?

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“matt” she prods at my arm, waking me up.

“wassup” she frowns looking at my tired state, moving her hand to push hair out of my eyes.

“i’ve got a secret” i frown now, it’s 3am goddamn.

“what’s that”

“you promise you won’t tell anyone?” those little doe eyes drive me crazy, keep looking at me like that and i’ll have an accident.

“i promise” she leans in closer to my ear, her hot breath on my skin.

“i had a dream about you the other day” now i’ve piped up. i don’t care about the time or the sleep in my eyes, she fucking dreamt about me, i’m wide awake.

“oh yeah? good or bad?”

“depends”

“what’d you mean, depends?” once again, driving me crazy. she just knows how to do it.

“well, it depends how you take it.”

“go on.” i’m begging for this now, i need to know what the fuck happened, it’s killing me.

“well, we were doing something,” she twirls my hair in her hand, not looking me in the eyes yet all i can focus on is her and her words. “something best friends don’t do.”

“like what?”

“fucking.”

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held a chokehold over me. every night when i got in to bed i imagined her sleepy self, squirming about in her sheets to the idea of me pounding into her. suddenly i didn’t feel so bad about the hundreds of wet dreams i’ve had ‘bout her, we’re even.

but it only made me more delusional that we could actually be something. she was drunk and it was a dream, i was being dramatic if i thought it was actually something.

“yeah, it’s just there.” i say, pointing to the floor. she bends down to pick it up and i get the best sight of her boobs, pressed against the fabric of her bikini, pushed together ever so slightly. they looked so smooth, so pretty. something i just couldn’t take my eyes off..

“hello? matt?” she swipes her hand in front of my face and i’m so utterly embarrassed, knowing i’d been fixated on her tits. what an assy thing to do, how do i even begin to explain something like that?

“i- uh- i’m sorry! i wasn’t-“ she smiles at me and reaches out to scruff my hair, once again her boobs being directly in my face. is she doing this on purpose? because i’m about to cum in my pants.

“i take it you just really like your choice of bikini, hm?” she laughs, moving the towel to rest it on her hip as she turns around and struts off towards our house. she fucking knows what she does, not just to me but everyone.

i’ve been ignoring the poking in my pants for a while but it’s more prominent then ever now and i need to do something about it or i’m gonna come undone right here right now. it might be pervy but i quite literally cannot be around her when she’s close to naked, my mind travels to the dirtiest of places and to be honest, i’m careless.

if she’s going to act so calm about riling me up like that, then i’m gonna embrace the way she makes me feel. how she makes my cheeks hot and the wet patch that forms in my boxers when she whispers in my ear or now, shoving her boobs in my face.

praying that my jeans cover my painfully obvious hard-on, i quickly walk into the house, making a bee line for my bedroom, desperate to do something about what was happening in my pants.

“you okay, matt?” shes looking at me with a frown, the towel in her hair now as she begins to dry it, still wearing that flattering bikini that is just about to tip me over the edge.

“mhm, i- um, just need to do something.” i look around to see if my brothers are anywhere to be seen, something to distract me from this conversation, i so desperately need to get to that bedroom.

“oh? why’d you look so flustered?” she says with a smug, little smile.

“no reason. i just- i just need a second.” i go to walk away. as much as i would love to stay and talk, right now that is not what i need.

“need my help?”

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[hoesformatt]

“PUSH ME HIGHER UNCLE NICK”

Nick fluff/blurb, the insta gc gave me the idea 😝

uncle!nick • mother!reader • father!matt

not proofread ✍🏾

contains: all the cutesy heartwarming shit 🩷

word count: 0.5k

“Alright everybody up let’s go to the park while Chris barbecues” I clapped elevating from my seat and my son runs to the door excitement trying to open the door with the child safety lock on it.

Nick got out Prince’ shoes helping him put them on and leaving out the door. “Come on Matt” He grudgingly got up.

I watched Prince waddle-run away from Nick as he chased him down to the colorful park while and me and Matt stayed back walking taking our time. “I wannu go on the swing” Prince points at the small swing set then getting uppies from Nick who put him in snug “Hold on okay” Nick said and he nodded back smiling with enthusiasm.

Nick started to push him slowly and he began to clap in anticipation “higher” he giggled “ok get ready” Nick pushed him a little bit higher than the last times making his sweet laugh come out.

“Push me higher uncle Nick” He says between his giggles before being taken away by a high swing, soaring in the air til he came down and over again. Nick’s expression was thrilled seeing his nephew being so joyful, I pulled out my phone taking a photo them, their smiles wider than the sun.

I looked up at Matt who was grinning ear-to-ear watching his brother and his son have fun together. “Come on guys, I think Chris is done barbecuing” Prince and Nick both said ‘Aww’ as Nick pulled him out the swing seat carrying him up the hill again to the house.

In the backyard Chris turned the sausages on the barbecue once more before placing them in tray’s to be put on the outdoor patio table. Nick still held his nephew in his arms when Prince grabbed his face to kiss his cheek “you’re too adorable” Nick tells him

“I know, that’s what mommy says” Everyone in the backyard laughs while he puts Prince into his highchair and he snatched the kiddie fork and knife banging them on the table “I hungry, I hungry, I hungry” He chants, fake pouting. I put together his hotdog placing it on his table and he racing to take a bite then burning his tongue “hot, hot, hot, hot” He complained fanning his tongue.

“Can someone blow on his food” I said looking back making myself a plate. “Sure” Chris walks up to the highchair and when he was about to help Prince, he sassed “I want uncle Nick to blow my food” Chris opened mouth to look offended until Nick pushed him away to get his plate and blow on his food.

“Here you go” He smiles back at the giddy child who pulls his grabby hand out to hold Nick’s face and kiss his nose “I love you uncle Nick” Prince cutely says to his uncle pulling on his heartstrings. “I love you too Uncle Chris” He fake rolls his eyes just for Chris come up to him and tickle the giggles out of Prince.

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[kdecays]

°Polaroid°📷

°Summary°: Chris is your sneaky link and your in the car and getting freaky and decide to take pictures

°Warnings°: oral (female receiving), sex tape kinda if you count taking pictures of it, fingering, p in v😋

Big dick Chris🤑

I'm omw

Read 9:30 pm

Chris is my lil sneaky link and we have been hanging out without having sex for a while now. We will go out and eat and then go shop or whatever. But lately it's been feeling less like hooking up and more like actually dating almost.

Tonight he says he wants to link up so that mean I have to shave everything really quick. I make sure I use all my good scented scrubs and body wash.

I quickly get out the shower and pick out a cute black lace bra and a black thong. Over that I just wear some tight black short, shorts and a long sleeve.

I don't do to much makeup but enough to make sure I don't look stupid.

I've just gotten a Polaroid camera and I feel like it would be sexy if we could take some pictures. Knowing Chris he would wouldnt say no.

Big dick Chris🤑

I'm outside

Read 10:53

I quickly grab my bag and spray my 'Bare Vanilla' body spray all over me.

I walk down my apartment stairs and see his car waiting. As I'm walking up to the car I see Chris smiling at me through the window.

I open the door and put my seatbelt on. "You smell really good. Is it vanilla ?" Chris asks. "Yeah, should I wear it more often?" I giggle. He nods in agreement.

"okay put ur music on." Chris demands. I grab the aux cord and start playing 'A$ap Rocky'.

'Canal St. (Feat. Bones)' starts playing and I start tapping my fingers to the beat of the song.

We arrive to an empty parking lot and just start talking for a little bit.

"so I have a proposal to make..." I ask nervously. " I brought my Polaroid and I was thinking we could take pictures of us." I ask quickly.

"fuck yes. Now I can have a picture of ur tits." Chris says. I giggle. I climb in the back of the car as Chris follows.

I get the Polaroid out of my bag. "Cmon lets take a picture for a before and after." I laugh. Chris giggles and leans in and smiles.

The flash is brighter than normal because we are in the dark. I feel Chris put his hand on my thigh.

I face him and smile. I stare at his pink lips. He picks up my thighs so I'm straddling him. I lean in start making out with him. He's gripping my ass and with each squeeze I grind up on him. Soon enough I feel something growing underneath me.

Chris breaks the kiss to help me take off my shirt as I take off his.

He starts biting and sucking on my neck leaving me more than one mark on my neck. He's feeling my whole body up and down.

I take off my shorts and Chris grabs the waist band of my thong and pulls it to make a slap noise. The sting from the waist band hitting me hard makes me slightly arch my back.

He continues to grip and slap my ass, with each movement I moan into his mouth with pleasure.

I start searching for the Polaroid next to us. I quickly find it and instantly snap a shot of the both of us making out.

Chris breaks the kiss while doing so he manages to take his shorts and boxers off. His hard dick instantly springs up hitting his stomach.

His hands find their way to my heat. He starts to rub my clit in circles over my panties. The circular motions make me moan in disbelief.

"fuck Chris!" I moan loudly. He quickly moves my panties to the side but still continues to rub my clit. He immediately sticks two fingers in my wet pussy.

"oh my god Chris!" I moan arching my back in pleasure. "I want to hear u scream my name." Chris says seductively.

"how bad do u want me in u? Huh." Chris' voice is muffled by moans so I don't hear him. Suddenly Chris lifts his free hand and makes a harsh slap to my ass causing me to jolt.

"I said how bad do you want me." Chris says in a serious tone." "Please Chris- oh my god I need you in me!" I say with moans slipping out between each demand.

With Chris's free hand I can feel him searching for something. He quickly find the Polaroid and takes a whole body side view.

Chris removes his fingers from inside me. "Show me your tits." I quickly take off my bra and my tits fall out with a bounce. I pose by cupping my tits. Chris snaps a shot and quickly gets back to business.

He puts the Polaroid back down and slaps my ass once more. I slowly start lifting myself up so his dick can slide into me. He slowly slides into me with ease. He fits inside me perfectly.

I start to bounce up and down with each bounce hitting me in the right spot each time. "Fuck Chris you're so big!" He puts his hands on my hips guiding me up and down smoothly.

With each bounce I can hear my wetness from my pussy. I soon feel a familiar sensation going through my whole body. "Fuck Chris I'm gonna cum!" I moan. I soon feel Chris twitch inside me. "Cum with me." Chris demands.

I release myself first with Chris quickly after. I continue my bouncing very slowing rocking back and forth.

Chris helps my lift off him and I sit down. "Face me and spread your legs so I can see that wet pussy" Chris says while aiming the Polaroid toward me.

I put my legs together and bend them lifting them slightly so the camera can see all my juices coming out of my hole.

"good girl."

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Authors note: hi idk how to end it but yeah. Anyways this plot was something that my friend went through with one of her links. They took Polaroids of it all and she showed me lol. Anyways yea I was just doing smth late at night and I thought of this. I'll prolly make fluffs or snaps idk.

[mattgirl-4-life]

I LOVE MY HOT SEXY BOYFRIEND MATT

Please have babies with me 🙈

[tastesousweet]

pookie was so comfy in this video ughhhh