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whore4mattsturniolo · 10 days ago

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𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 | 𝗖.𝗦

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ OFTEN , THE WEEKND

chris sturniolo! x f!reader ― word count : 2k

WARNINGS : smut, dirty talk, remote controlled vib (so public) fucking yourself in front of him, sex toys, fingering, slight overstim, brat tamer! but with praise, usage of “toy”

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+

The vibe in the restaurant was low-lit, romantic, filled with soft murmurs and clinking silverware—but you could barely breathe.

Not because of the atmosphere. Not because of the wine.

But because of the small, merciless sleek vibrator pulsing inside you—deep and insistent—controlled by the man sitting right across from you.

Chris.

Smirking. Lazy in his seat, phone in hand like he was scrolling through some feed, but you knew better. His thumb hovered over the controls, and every now and then, he’d tap something, and you’d jolt—legs twitching under the table as another wave of vibration tore through your already dripping pussy.

“Stop squirming, baby,” he murmured, voice low, smooth, and soaked in that Boston accent that made your thighs squeeze together even tighter. “People are gonna notice, hmm?.”

You wanted to throttle him. Or kiss him. Maybe both.

Your fork trembled in your hand as you tried to stay composed, eyes darting to the couples beside you—still talking, thank God—before whispering through clenched teeth, “You’re such a fucking menace.”

He chuckled, tapping the screen again. A higher setting.

You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood.

“I warned you not to wear a dress if you didn’t want to be my little toy tonight,” he said, casually taking a sip of his drink. “But you looked so fuckin’ pretty. Couldn’t help myself.”

Chris tugged you through the front door of the apartment by your wrist, your chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm. Your thighs were slick, trembling with frustration. The moment the door clicked shut, you turned toward him, eyes wild.

“Are you gonna fuck me now, or are you gonna keep being a dick about it?”

Chris just laughed. That deep, infuriating, knowing laugh.

He cupped your cheek gently, rubbing his thumb over your lip, his eyes full of something wicked and soft all at once. “You think you’ve earned that already?” he asked. “After how you were eye-fucking me all night, moaning into your wineglass like a desperate little whore?”

You opened your mouth, ready to fire something back—but he kissed you first. Slow, warm, indulgent. Like he had all night.

And then he pulled away, licking his lips softly.

“Go sit on the toy for me, baby.”

You blinked. “Chris—”

He shook his head, already backing toward the couch, phone in hand again. “Nah, no arguing. Go fuck yourself on it, like a good girl. I wanna watch that pussy stretch before I give you anything.”

You swallowed hard, stomach twisting with arousal. “You’re so fuckin’ dirty, Chris.”

“And you love it,” he grinned, sitting down and patting his thigh, like he was settling in for a show. “C’mon, sweetheart. Show me how desperate you really are.”

You could barely peel the dress off fast enough. The toy—a dildo fixed to the edge of the soft couch—waited for you where he left it earlier, like it had been part of the plan the whole time. You stepped out of your panties, flushed all over, knees trembling as you straddled it slowly.

Chris’s eyes raked down your body, shameless and hungry. “Mmm, there’s my girl. Fuck, look at you…”

You lowered yourself inch by inch, moaning at the familiar stretch. It was good—too good. Not as thick as Chris, but enough to press against your walls, make your mouth fall open and your head roll back.

“You like that?” he asked, voice dropping as he got up, walking over. His hand slid up the inside of your thigh, slow and warm and possessive. “You look so fuckin’ pretty like this. Bouncin’ on that toy, tits all out, lips all swollen.”

You whimpered, grinding down harder, letting your chest bounce with each roll of your hips.

Chris knelt behind you on the couch and pressed a kiss between your soft tits.

“Nah, don’t just fuck it. Ride it, baby. Like it’s me. Ride it like you mean it.”

You did. You pushed your hips down, rocked against it harder, dragging sweet friction against your clit as Chris’s hands found your waist, guiding you, encouraging you.

“Yeah,” he breathed against your ear. “Just like that. God, you’re so fuckin’ perfect. You know that? Look at this ass.”

He gripped both cheeks in his hands, spreading them slightly as you gasped. Then came a firm smack—sharp, echoing—and another, followed by his mouth pressing a gentle kiss right where he’d hit.

“You’re fuckin’ made for this,” he whispered. “Takin’ cock like you were born to do it. And these tits—fuckin' hell ma.”

He slid his hands around your chest now, cupping you fully, thumbs brushing your nipples in slow circles, rolling them between his fingers until you moaned his name. “You like that, baby? You like ridin’ and gettin’ felt up, hmm my pretty girl?”

“Y-Yes, Chris,” you gasped, rolling your hips faster now. “Please, please—”

“Please what?” he asked, mouthing along your neck now. You felt the soft sting of a hickey blooming right under your jaw. “Use your words, sweet thing.”

“I need more,” you begged. “I need you.”

He growled low, pulling you up just enough to lift you off the toy with a wet squelch. You whimpered, empty now, clenching around nothing.

“Lay back,” he ordered, already lowering you to the rug in front of the couch. “Spread those pretty legs for me.”

You obeyed instantly, desperate and aching, heart hammering in your chest as Chris laid between your thighs. His hands rubbed over them slowly, lovingly, thumbs stroking soft circles into the sensitive skin.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your inner thigh. “So soft. So mine.”

He kissed lower, then higher, teasing everywhere but where you needed him most. His fingers finally brushed over your slick folds, spreading you open, and you gasped—body twitching at the first real touch.

“Drippin’ for me,” he whispered. “Fuck, baby. You were so good for me tonight, lettin’ me play with you in public like that. You deserve this.”

Then he pushed two fingers inside—slow, thick, curling just right as your back arched and your lips parted in a silent cry.

He groaned as he felt your walls clench around him. “Goddamn. So tight. Still so fucking tight, even after that toy.”

Chris leaned down and pressed another hickey into the curve of your breast now, his free hand massaging and squeezing your tit, fingers tweaking your nipple while the other hand worked inside you, fingers curling deep and dragging along your g-spot.

You whimpered. “Chris, I—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he whispered, kissing your chest with reverence, with fire. “You’re so close, I can feel it. C’mon, baby. Cum for me.”

He sped up his fingers, his thumb circling your clit in tight, perfect motions now, his mouth hot and open against your throat.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful like this,” he growled. “All messy and desperate. My perfect fuckin’ girl. You feel that, baby? That pressure building?”

“Let it go. Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart.”

The orgasm tore through you like a tidal wave, your entire body trembling, thighs clamping around his head as your moans echoed off the walls. Your hands gripped the rug, nails clawing for something to anchor you as your back arched high and your pussy clenched desperately around his rough fingers.

Chris didn’t stop right away—he rubbed you through it, murmuring praise against your skin, kissing the tears that leaked from the corners of your eyes.

“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl. You’re fuckin’ perfect. God, you’re so good for me…”

When the tremors finally slowed, he slid his fingers out carefully, watching as your cum dripped down your folds, sticky and glistening.

He licked them clean, groaning at the taste. “Better than anything I’ve ever had.”

You blinked up at him, dazed and breathless. “Chris…”

He laid beside you, tugging you into his arms, one hand still rubbing your thigh like he couldn’t get enough of touching you.

“I’ll fuck you next time,” he promised, grinning as he kissed your temple. “But tonight? I just wanted to watch my baby fall apart for me. And damn, you didn’t disappoint.”

You smiled through the afterglow, curling into his chest as he nuzzled into your hair, both of you still soaked in heat and satisfaction.

And you knew, deep down, this wouldn’t be the last time you’d let him ruin you like that.

Not even close.

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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whore4mattsturniolo · 13 days ago

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐔𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐌.𝐒

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ DRESS , TAYLOR SWIFT

matt sturniolo! x f!reader — word count : 2kish?

requested by : @mattsturnioloisluvr ꨄ︎

WARNINGS : smut, fingering, oral ( male receiving), inexperienced, first time, unprotected sex, p in v, senior prom, l-bomb drop, dirty talk, consent checks

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+

The song playing isn’t perfect—but the way he’s holding you is.

Matt’s arms are wrapped around your waist, his hands resting low on your back as the final slow song plays, dim lights casting a golden glow over the dance floor.

Your heels had been abandoned long ago, and now your cheek rests against his shoulder, your fingers gently twisted in the fabric of his tux.

He smells like clean cologne and mint gum, his breath warm against your ear when he speaks. “Can’t believe it’s over already.”

You lift your head, looking at him. “Prom or high school?”

He grins. “Both, kinda. Mostly just… this. I didn’t wanna stop dancing with you.”

Your chest tightens with the kind of ache that only comes when something perfect is ending—but his words soften the fall.

“Then let’s not,” you murmur, your smile shy. “Not yet.”

His eyes lock on yours, warm and full of something deeper than affection. He nods slowly.

“Let’s keep dancing.”

After the afterparty, the hotel room feels like a world away— quiet, warm, lit by the soft glow of bedside lamps. Music hums from Matt’s phone in the corner, low and lazy, something romantic he must’ve picked before you even walked in.

You hadn’t changed out of your dress, and he was still half in his tux, jacket hanging open over his shoulders. Neither of you cared. He’d barely let go of your hand since the elevator ride up, laughter still echoing from the hallway as he pulled you into the open space between the bed and the wall— the room he booked just for the two of you. Just for tonight.

And now you're here, swaying slowly under the glow of the moon outside and the dim lighting of the hotel room, his fingers laced with yours, your foreheads pressed together as if the world outside doesn’t exist anymore.

“You’re so beautiful tonight,” he murmurs, his voice quiet, reverent. “I know I say that a lot, but… I mean it so much right now.”

Your heart flutters. You can feel every word he says in the way he holds you—like you’re something precious. His fingers trace the curve of your spine, his palm pressed flat against the small of your back as he pulls you closer.

“Matt,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “You’re the only thing that’s felt real all night.”

His breath catches slightly, and then his lips brush your temple.

You don’t know who kisses who first—just that one second your eyes meet and the next, his mouth is on yours.

It’s soft at first. Tender. His lips are warm and careful, his hands gently cradling your face. But it deepens so quickly—like the emotion between you had been simmering all night, waiting for this.

Your hands slip under the lapels of his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. He helps, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thump, never breaking the kiss.

“You sure?” he asks against your lips, his voice nothing but a whisper, but it carries the weight of something real.

You nod, pressing your forehead to his. “I want you. I’ve never wanted anything more.”

He takes his time undressing you.

Matt’s fingers are steady, reverent, like every clasp and zipper is sacred. When he slides the straps of your dress off your shoulders, his lips follow the path they leave behind. He helps you step out of the fabric, his eyes never leaving yours as it pools around your feet.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, his hands smoothing over your bare waist. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You reach for the buttons on his shirt next, your fingers trembling only a little. With each one you undo, you feel him soften under your touch, his body leaning into yours, completely surrendered to this moment.

By the time he’s down to just his boxers, you’re lying back on the bed, the sheets soft beneath you, your body humming with anticipation and adoration.

He crawls between your thighs slowly, settling there like it’s where he was always meant to be. His hands gently push your legs apart, and his lips trail down your stomach, so warm and deliberate, until he’s hovering just above your sopping cunt.

“Tell me what you need, huh, sweetheart?" he whispers, eyes locked on yours, pupils blown wide with lust and love.

“You,” you breathe. “Please, Matt.”

His moan is soft and deep, and then he dips his head.

Matt licks a slow stripe through your folds, tasting you like he wants to memorize the way you feel. His tongue flicks against your clit, gentle and teasing at first, before he wraps his lips around it and sucks softly, watching the way your body arches in response.

“God,” you whimper, your hands finding his curls, tugging lightly. “Matt…”

He groans into you, the sound vibrating against your pussy. He’s sloppy with it, messy in the way he’s desperate to give you pleasure—his fingers digging into your thighs as he devours you like he’s starving, like he needs more of you.

When he finally slips a finger inside, slow and thick, curling it deep—your hips lift clean off the bed. Your mouth falls open around a cry so loud it makes him laugh, mean and breathless against your clit.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” Matt mutters, licking his lips, “this loud just from my fingers? Haven’t even fucked you yet.”

Another finger slides in beside the first, and you sob for it—legs shaking as your cunt clenches helplessly around him. “You hear that?” he smirks, thrusting into you with filthy precision. “So wet—god, you’re fuckin’ soaked. Just dripppin’ down my fuckin’ hand.”

Your head tips back, jaw slack, fingers fisting the sheets as he works you open—fingers curling just right, hitting that perfect spot over and over again until you’re gasping his name like it’s the only word you’ve ever known.

“Look at you,” he coos, leaning up just enough to watch your face while his fingers ruin you. “Gonna cum just like this? My fuckin’ fingers got you cockdrunk already?”

Your moan turns into a cry when his thumb brushes over your clit, rubbing tight little circles while his fingers fuck deeper. The pressure builds fast, embarrassingly fast, and he sees it in your eyes, feels it in the way your thighs twitch under his grip.

“There she is,” he growls. “My sweet, messy girl. C’mon, baby—cum f’me just like this. Show me how desperate you are.”

You do—with a scream, with your walls clenching tight around his fingers, with wetness spilling out of you like your body’s thanking him. He doesn't stop—not right away. Works you through it, soft now, slow, letting you ride the high until you're shaking.

Even as your chest heaves and your skin burns, Matt’s already kissing his way back up your body, lips damp, chin slick, cock straining against his pants as he grins down at you.

“You okay?” he asks, soft again, brushing your hair back, kissing your cheek like he didn’t just tear you apart.

You nod, voice wrecked, eyes glazed. “More than okay.”

And then you’re rolling him over, straddling his hips, your hands splayed over his chest.

“My turn,” you whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth.

Matt lets out a shaky breath, his hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “Baby…”

“I wanna make you feel good too.”

You slide down his body slowly, leaving a trail of kisses along his torso. When you pull his boxers down, his cock springs free, hard and flushed and already leaking precum.

“Shit,” he breathes as you wrap your hand around him, pumping him slowly. “You don’t have to—fuck—only if you want to.”

“I want to,” you promise, before you lean down and wrap your lips around the tip.

His hips buck instinctively, a groan escaping his throat as your tongue swirls around the head, catching every drop of pre-cum before sinking lower, taking more of him in.

Your jaw aches, a dull throb from the stretch — lips slick and stretched wide around his cock, your tongue cradling the underside as he slides in and out of your warm, willing mouth.

“God, so—fuckin’ hot,” he groans, voice breathy, one hand cupping your jaw while the other feeds you his dick, slow and deep.

Your eyes flutter up to him— red and teary, but burning with desperation, begging for more of him, You look so fucking pretty like that, so beautiful that it ruins him. His cock twitches on your tongue, and he bites down on his bottom lip as he slides deeper, barely holding himself back.

He groans when he feels the way your throat tightens around him, the way your saliva is slick against his flush cock. “Fuck… this what you wanted, hm?” he murmurs, voice low, unable to resist as he rocks forward, sinking further into your throat.

He fucks your mouth slow at first, within seconds. Deep strokes, his cock heavy against your tongue, careful not to push too far too fast. But when he sees the way your eyes flutter closed, how your mouth greedily takes everything he gives you, something in him slips.

He thrusts faster, watching his cock disappear past your lips, wet with your spit, coated in your own juices.

“Jesus, you take it so —so fuckin’ s'well,” he grunts, thigh flexing under your touch. His eyes are glued to the sight of you— your spit-covered lips, the wet pop every time he draws back just to push back in deeper, the sound obscene and so fucking perfect.

“Look at me,” he breathes.

You blink up at him, drool smeared down your chin, eyes watery but so, so good for him. And it makes his cock throb in your mouth.

“I’m not gonna last if you keep lookin’ at me like that.”

You take him deeper, your jaw aching in the best way, loving the way his thighs tense beneath your hands, how his breath hitches every time you hollow your cheeks or flick your tongue just right.

When you pull back with a soft pop, your lips are swollen, and Matt looks completely wrecked—his head thrown back, his eyes glassy.

“Then don’t,” you murmur, kissing the head of his cock, tasting the salt of his arousal.

"Come for me, Matt. Fill up my mouth, please, Matty."

But instead of letting go, he pulls you back up.

Not like this. Not yet.

He kisses you like he’s starved. Like your mouth on him was the last thread of control and now he’s unraveling with you in his arms.

“You sure?” he whispers again, forehead to yours.

“I want you,” you breathe, legs wrapping around his waist. “I want it to be you.”

He rolls you gently onto your back, settling between your thighs again, this time with his cock pressed against your entrance.

Matt strokes a hand down your side, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. His voice is low, almost reverent. “Tell me if anything hurts, okay?”

You nod, arms circling his neck, pulling him closer until your noses brush. “I trust you,” you whisper. And you mean it. Every part of you means it.

He kisses you again—slow and deep—before guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance. When he pushes in, it’s slow, careful, deliberate. A stretch that has your mouth falling open, a gasp leaving you as he fills you inch by inch.

“F-fuck,” he groans, breath stuttering. “You’re so—tight. Jesus.”

Your walls clench involuntarily, welcoming the pressure, the overwhelming fullness. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctively, anchoring him to you. “You feel so good,” you breathe, eyes wide and dazed. “Matt…”

He stills once he’s buried inside you, forehead resting against yours, both of you panting—caught in the intimacy of it all.

“You okay?” he murmurs, voice rough, eyes searching your face like he’s trying to read your mind.

You nod, your lips parting with a soft moan. “Yeah. You feel… perfect. So fucking perfect.”

Matt smiles, but it’s shaky, like he’s holding himself back. He cups your cheek with one hand, thumb brushing beneath your eye, and whispers, “I love you.”

Your breath catches. The whole world stills.

You blink up at him, lips trembling with something heavier than lust. “Say it again,” you whisper.

“I love you,” he says, firmer this time. “Been waiting to say it—been feelin’ it for way too long.”

Tears prick at your lashes, but you’re smiling—laughing quietly through the emotion. “I love you too.”

Matt kisses you then—harder, needier. Like the words broke something open inside of him. And when he starts to move again, it’s deeper, filthier. Like he can’t help himself now that he knows you’re his.

His hips rock forward, every stroke slow and thick and purposeful. “You’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” he groans against your mouth. “Like your pussy knew I loved you before I said it.”

You moan, nails digging into his back, overwhelmed by how deep he’s hitting—how good it feels to have all of him inside you, wrapped up in love and filth and everything in between.

“Matt—God—fuck—” you whimper, breathless. “You’re making me feel so full—feels like you’re everywhere.”

“I am,” he growls into your neck, voice dark and low. “I am everywhere, baby. This pretty pussy’s mine, yeah? Just mine?”

You nod desperately, mouth open in a silent gasp as he thrusts deeper, harder. “Yours, Matt. Always.”

His thrusts speed up, the sound of skin on skin echoing around the room, your bodies slick with sweat and need. One of his hands snakes between your bodies, finding your clit, rubbing tight, firm circles that have you keening beneath him.

“You gonna come?” he pants, forehead pressed to yours. “Gonna come on my cock, baby? Show me how much you love me.”

You fall apart for him—loud and shaking—crying out his name as your orgasm crashes over you. Your pussy clenches around him, pulsing, and he groans into your open mouth, kissing you through it.

“Shit—fuck—” he hisses, hips stuttering. “Can I come inside? Please—let me fill you up, wanna feel you dripping with me.”

You nod frantically, still riding the aftershocks, your fingers tangled in his hair. “Yes, Matt, yes—inside, I want it.”

He spills into you with a loud, broken groan, holding you so close it’s like he’s trying to crawl into your skin. You feel every twitch, every throb, the warmth of it spilling deep inside you.

After, he doesn’t move. Just holds you, kisses your cheeks and your neck and your lips, whispering again and again, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

And even as your legs tremble and your heartbeat slowly comes down, all you can do is whisper back, over and over, “I love you too.”

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

this was so adorable to write!!! i hope you guys enjoy <3

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whore4mattsturniolo · 13 days ago

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ꪆৎ ˚⋅ chris is such an asshole when it comes to nathan’s girlfriend, duh. you steal his best friend from him all the time! so when you text nathan pictures to post on instagram with your ass all out, he calls you every name under the goddamn sun: says you look like you snuck onto earth with that ugly ass face. ironic of him, really, considering his favorite position to fuck his best friend’s girlfriend in is missionary. needing to see your pretty face, because it’s his only weakness.

“nahhhh.” chris exhaled through his nose, watching you falter. “so motherfuckin’ confident sending your boyfriend those ass pics, but now you’re here tremblin’, can’t even get it to bounce on me?” your thighs burned. your arms were too weak to hold you up anymore. you were trembling so hard your teeth chattered. you didn’t know how many times he’d pushed you to the edge, dragged you there by the throat only to let you dangle. never letting you fall. never letting you cum. he was mean about it. he enjoyed it.

it started with the photos. cute little shots in that tight little mini skirt. you knew what you were doing, you had sent them to nathan, but you knew chris was there. you knew he’d see them. you wanted him to. now, you were straddling him, body damped in sweat, nipples swollen from how many times he’d bitten them, twisted them. your pussy was so overstimulated it throbbed even untouched, leaking onto his thighs, your wetness pooling under you as if you’d spilled your guts out. but still. still. he wouldn’t let you finish.

every time he’d sense your orgasm building, your stomach tensing, your hips stuttering, he’d rip it away. pull his cock out of you. snatch his fingers from your clit. leave you with that horrible emptiness. that ache. that annoying pressure that refused to leave your body.

chris’s hand slid from your waist where he’d been guiding you like his own personal sex doll, to your tits. his fingers grabbed your brown, sensitive nipples and rolled them slowly, watching your jaw clench from the sting. your hips jerked up desperately. “fuck—” you choked, already gasping. your hair stuck to your sweaty face, your head dropping to the side. you couldn’t even look at him anymore. you couldn’t bear to see the satisfaction on his fuckin’ face. he could tell you were close again. he always knew.

chris grabbed your waist again, this time not to steady, but to lift you. he threw you off his lap. your body hit the bed hard, soooo sore and dizzy, your cunt painfully clenching around nothing. you whimpered. he climbed over you slowly. his knees pinned your thighs open. he was fully in control, leaned over you, sweat dripping from his jaw as he reached down to grip his cock, fat and twitching in his hand.

he lined it up with your entrance. you spread your legs, twitching violently as they opened wider. your pussy fluttered. you were so soaked it was nasty. your thighs were trembling, your chest stuttered with each breath, and you blinked rapidly, trying to stay present, trying not to collapse from the desperation of needing him inside you. he laughed under his breath. you were falling apart for him and he loved it so badly. “chris, please,” you whispered. “i need to…” your words broke as your lip trembled. your body was betraying you, crying without permission. your eyes watering with heat. your thighs closed tighter around his hips, not to trap him, but to grasp yourself into reality.

chris rubbed his swollen tip against your urethral, dragging it up and down soooo slowly. your cunt twitched around nothing, your clit throbbing. then the tears came. three hot tears dripped down your cheeks. two from the left. one from the right. chris tilted his head. “look at you fuckin’ cryin’.” he sounded delighted. however, because he loves when you cry for him, he pushed inside.

your back arched off the bed, he slid in so deep, so fast, your whole body jerked. the fullness making you scream, your pussy clamped down around him hard, the overstimulation felt like pain. “aughh—chris! please. please, please—” you sobbed. his thrusts were heavenly. dragging against every sensitive nerve, every edge inside you. it felt like your body was breaking apart and you loved it. hated it. needed it. chris wiped your tears with his thumb as he fucked into you. then he licked it. sucked the salt off the thumb of his skin.

“i wonder what nathan would think,” he whispered, “if he saw his girl like this. sobbing. begging me to fuck her.” you could barely hear him. you were somewhere else. somewhere floating. you moved your hips on instinct, trying to meet his thrusts, knowing he had to be close too, he hadn’t cum yet either. you could feel how hard he was. how swollen. how angry he was inside you.

“he…he’d be mad,” you choked out. “so so so mad…” chris gripped the bedpost above your head and fucked into you. your body jolted upward with each thrust. the headboard slammed the wall. the sheets were soaked beneath you. you were about to cum. finally. after all of it. your whole body tightened around him. it was finally fuckin’ happening. it was going to hit…

and then it didn’t. a ringtone. loud. so fuckin’ loud.

chris stopped his movements. you screamed. “no, no—please!” your voice cracked, completely gone. your body thrashed under him, hips chasing anything. you were right there. you could feel the delicious feeling. but chris had already pulled out. you whimpered, throat dry, tears streaming again. you tried to close your thighs, tried to press your palm to your clit but he caught your wrist mid air and pushed it away. he climbed off the bed. “might be important,” he said. “you never know…” you lay there, legs still spread open, shaking uncontrollably. you couldn’t breathe. you couldn’t think.

chris picked up his phone. paused. stared. then looked at you, a mean, mean smirk spreading at his thin lips as he held up the screen. “what are the fuckin’ odds,” he muttered. “it’s your boyfriend.”

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Please -c.s

cw; SMUT. Unprotected p in v. BIGGGG Breeding Kink. Begging. Praise. Established Relationship. Overstimulation. Sub!Chris x SoftDom!Reader

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Chris had been acting twitchy all night—extra touchy, eyes lingering, flushed cheeks whenever you so much as glanced his way. But the second the bedroom door clicked shut, he practically folded.

You pushed him gently back onto the bed, and he went without a word. Just laid there in a t-shirt and boxers, eyes wide, chest rising and falling like he was already struggling to breathe.

“Take it off,” you said softly.

He sat up instantly, tearing the shirt over his head, boxers pushed down just enough for his cock to spring free—hard, flushed, and already leaking.

“Now why’ve you been like this all night sweetheart?” you asked, letting your gaze drift over him slowly.

He nodded, swallowing hard. “I—I can’t stop thinking about it. Bout’ you.”

You smirked, climbing onto the bed and crawling between his legs. “What exactly have you been thinking about, baby?”

He blushed deep, whining in embarrassment.

“If you don’t tell me I can’t help with anything baby” you say, tone soft.

He blushed deep, whimpering when you reached down to brush your fingers up his length. “I-I wan breed you-fuck, I want it so bad, I can't think straight.”

You gripped him lightly and watched his whole body jolt. “You want to cum inside me that bad, pretty boy?”

“Yes,” he choked out, head falling back. “Wanna watch you take it. Wanna see it drip out after. Want you stuffed—wanna know it’s mine. Please let me—please, please, let me breed you mama.”

You climbed into his lap slowly, lining him up at your entrance but not sinking down just yet. The way he looked at you—eyes pleading, lips parted, fingers clutching the sheets—was devastating— pitiful even.

“Say it again,” you whispered, grinding your hips just enough for his cock to slide through your wet folds.

Chris whimpered, desperate. “I wanna breed you. I wanna fill you up so full it sticks. I wanna watch you carry it—carry me—please, I’ll be so good. I’ll do anything. Just let me cum in you.”

You sank down onto him slowly, watching his eyes roll back, mouth falling open with a shattered moan as you took him in.

“Oh—fuck—you feel so good,” he gasped, hips trembling under you. “Warm—s’warm n tight— fuck” he whines shamelessly, too far in pleasure to care.

You started to move, slow and controlled, grinding deep each time your hips met. His hands came to your thighs, gripping like he needed to ground himself, like he might lose control if he didn’t.

“Look at you,” you purred, riding him a little faster now. “You’re already falling apart. I haven’t even told you you’re allowed to cum yet.”

“I’m trying,” he moaned, writhing beneath you. “I’m trying to be good—ah!”

You clenched around him, watching his face when he cried out.

“Please,” he begged, voice cracking. “Let me cum inside—let me breed you. I-I’ll do it all night, I’ll keep going, I’ll cum in you over and over, just let me—please—”

You leaned down and kissed him, swallowing the wrecked moans that poured out of him as your pace picked up—riding him harder, faster, deeper until he was shaking.

“You gonna be a good boy and give it to me?” you whispered against his lips.

“Yes,” he gasped. “I wanna fill you so bad—I’m gonna cum, I can’t hold it, I’m gonna—”

“You got it baby,” you moaned. “Cum for me. Fill me up sweet boy.”

Chris shattered beneath you.

His body arched off the bed, hands gripping your waist so tight it bordered on bruising, cock twitching as he spilled inside you with a loud, broken sob. You didn’t stop. You just kept grinding, drawing every drop from him as he whimpered through it, overstimulated and desperate.

“T-thank you mama—oh my god— feels so good. you’re so warm—I want it to stay—please don’t let it drip out—want to keep it in you—want it to take—please…”

When you finally slowed, Chris was wrecked—chest heaving, flushed pink all over, tears running down his face, arms trembling as he tried to pull you closer.

You kissed his cheek, soft and warm. “Think you got more in you, baby?”

His eyes fluttered open—blown wide, shining.

“I’ll give you everything I have,” he whispered. “Just let me keep filling you.”

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— ᥫ᭡ juicy . . . chris and matt sturniolo

where . . . At the gym, Chris and Matt spot you doing squats, and to their surprise, they realize just how thick your ass and thighs had gotten from your routine workouts, leading them to want to show you just how much they appreciate your hard work

contains . . . eventual smut, threesome (ZERO INCEST), reverse cowgirl position, oral (m!receiving), slight spanking, praise

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #12

Controlled breaths and soft grunts left Matt's lips as he stood in front of the wide mirrors on the walls, watching himself as his arms curled up, his hands gripping dumbbells.

His white tank top was already clinging to his chest and shoulders, darkened around the collar with sweat. His arms flexed with each movement, clean and practiced, biceps bulging as he curled the weights up slow, controlled, the kind of effort that didn’t need noise to prove itself.

A few feet away, Chris was mid-set on the incline bench, veins snaking along his arms as he pushed the barbell upward, the plates clinking softly as they steadied at the top, breaths slow and steady.

His black tank stuck to his skin in the same way as Matt's, but it rode up at the sides to reveal carved abs and a sheen of sweat ran down his v-line that lead underneath his basketball shorts.

They weren’t talking and they didn’t need to. The shared rhythm was there like always — both of them tuned into their own routines, but still clocking each other in that silent way brothers do. Who was lifting heavier. Who was keeping pace. Who was going to tap out first.

Matt made it through one more before his form started to slip. He paused mid-lift, teeth gritted and his huffs seeping through his teeth, then let the weights drop with a quiet, frustrated thud against the mat, a defeated huff leaving him as he heard Chris's bar clink as he racked it.

From the bench, Chris didn't even try to hide his grin as he sat up, his voice almost breathless as he celebrated. “Ha! Told you you’d tap out first.”

Matt shot him a look, still catching his breath, rolling his shoulder in that way he always did when he was being petty. “I didn’t tap out. I’m switching muscle groups.”

“Sure you are,” Chris teased, grasping his gym towel and tapping the sweat that lines his hairline. “That face said ‘I’m done’ five reps ago.”

Matt huffed out a laugh, rolled his eyes, and grabbed his water bottle. “Your bar’s lighter than my warm-up set.”

Chris leaned forward on his knees, towel now slung around his neck as he chuckled. “You can say whatever helps you sleep tonight, man. Just admit it — you tapped out.”

Matt ignored him, raising the bottle to his lips as his eyes absentmindedly swept across the gym absently — just taking in the space, the atmosphere and other people present, maybe thinking about what machine to hit next.

Until his eyes suddenly landed on you.

All three of you had come together, a routine you'd kept up for the last three months of your relationship, but as Matt looked at you, he'd realized something he sure as hell didn't realize before.

You were at the squat rack with your back to them, legs shoulder-width apart, moving through your set with slow, intentional form. There wasn’t a hint of struggle in the way you lowered into each rep, thighs tightening beneath your leggings, ass moving in that perfectly controlled rhythm.

Matt blinked once, then twice, and slowly, his water bottle lowered just a little from his lips, as if he were in a trance.

Chris noticed the shift in his brother's silence, that pause in his motion, and decided to follow his gaze, suddenly now beyond happy he'd made the decision to do so.

You were still going, steady, focused, completely in your own zone. Each time you lowered, your form was solid — back straight, knees right where they needed to be. But the way your leggings hugged you, how your thick thighs now filled out the piece of clothing, how the curve of your ass moved with every rep — fuck, it was something else.

Chris finally broke the silence as he let out a quiet breath. “Damn.”

Matt didn’t answer, just tilted his head a little like he was recalibrating everything.

“When did that happen?” Chris asked under his breath, referring to how thick you'd gotten, tone almost impressed as he stood up from the bench he was on.

Matt swallowed as he slowly capped his bottle, still watching you with a chuckle in his tone. “I have no idea... but i'm fucking loving it.”

“She’s been working legs without us,” Chris pointed out as he now stood next to Matt, a little amused now, arms crossed loosely over his chest.

Matt glanced at him. “Apparently.”

They both stood there for a second, caught between moving and not. You hadn’t looked over yet — but the angle of the mirror in front of you caught everything. And a beat later, your eyes flicked up, right to where they stood.

You didn’t miss a thing. Not the way they were staring, not the way Matt had gone quiet, not the crooked grin starting to pull at Chris’s mouth, even if they both looked like total pervs just staring at you.

You didn’t break your stride though, just kept going, but a smile tugged at the corner of your lips — smug, like you knew exactly what you were doing.

Chris leaned over just a little toward Matt, keeping his voice low and teasing. “Still pacing yourself?”

Matt narrowed his eyes as he glanced at Chris, shaking his head once before holding his bottle tight in his grip, starting to walk over to you.

“You coming?” he asked over his shoulder at Chris who looked as if he was still curious on whether he should come to you or not, but as Matt grew closer, he couldn't help but chuckle before he grabbed his bottle from the bench and made his way over to you and Matt.

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By the time all three of you got home, you were trying not to grin as you fumbled with your keys, the lock just slightly stubborn in that way it always was. You leaned into the door with a soft laugh under your breath as Matt’s hands slid around your waist from behind, pulling you gently back against him.

“Hey—” you protested, giggling a little, half-surprised at how handsy they were getting with you. “I’m trying to open the door.”

Chris’s voice was a breath right at your ear. “Mhmmm,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your skin. “That’s why you've been taking your sweet ol' time with the key for like… a full minute.”

You laughed again, breathy and flustered. “It’s stuck!”

Matt kissed the back of your shoulder, slow and warm, whilst Chris's kissed at the opposite side of your neck, Matt murmuring against your skin. “You’re stuck. On our minds.”

“Oh my God,” you scoffed at his cheesiness, but you were already smiling, biting your lip as you finally got the door open. The second it creaked inward, Chris stepped behind you as you all walked in and kicked it closed without missing a beat.

You took two steps forward before you felt Matt’s mouth again, soft and slow at the base of your neck, while Chris’s hands slid under your tank top from behind, grazing up your sides. You squirmed a little between them, a laugh bubbling up before you could stop it.

“Okay, okay,” you said through a grin, trying to turn around. “Why are you two acting like this all of a sudden?”

Chris didn’t move far, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, feigning innocence with a soft chuckle. “Acting like what?”

“Like you’re about to eat me alive,” you teased, giggling again when Matt’s hand squeezed your hip.

“Because we are,” Matt said, voice rough but playful. “You should’ve seen the way you looked at the gym.”

“You were showing off,” Chris added, grinning as he tugged gently at the hem of your tank top.

“I wasn’t,” you lied, barely holding back another laugh as you knew you were totally trying to catch their attentions back at the gym, a breath catching in your throat as Matt’s fingers slid under the waistband of your leggings.

“Then why were you smirking at us in the mirror?” Chris asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then lower. “You knew we were staring.”

“You were staring?” you asked, pretending to sound scandalized — but it was no use with how flushed your face felt. Your voice broke on a laugh as Matt’s hand smoothed over the curve of your ass, just firm enough to make your knees wobble a little.

Matt leaned in, pressing up behind you like he was losing grip on his self control. “How could we not?”

Chris slipped to walk in front of you, his hand finding yours to guide you gently forward, his back facing away from you. “Bedroom. Now. Before I do something ridiculous in this hallway.”

You giggled again, tripping a little on your way down the hall, but they steadied you between themselves like they had a plan — like they’d been thinking about this since the moment they'd left that gym.

As you all stepped into the bedroom, your lips met Chris's, his hands trailing down to grasp the hem of your tank top as your hands slid up to curl into the strands of his hair. You felt as he tugged up your tank top, making you pull from the kiss to help him take it off, chuckles and giggles spilling from the three of you as you got to the bed.

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"Oh f-fuck!"

Your moans echoed throughout the bedroom, mixing in with Chris's groans as his hands gripped your hips tight, his eyes trained on the way your ass lifted and fell with each movement you made, your hands holding yourself up on his thighs as you rode him reverse cowgirl style.

A gasped yelp left your lips as Chris's hand came down with another smack, not too hard, but not too weak, perfect enough to sting upon impact before instantly melting into thrilling pleasure that coursed through your body.

"Jesus fuck, ma— such a perfect fuckin' ass. Been working it out for a while now, huh? Wanting to see if we'd notice?" Chris teased as his hands guided your hips, his head lolling back at the ecstatic feeling of you riding him like this.

You could hardly give him a clear answer back as Matt's cock slipped back into your willing mouth, your eyes rolling back at the taste of him before bobbing your head, a muffled "mhmmm" leaving you around Matt's dick as one hand came up to grip his thigh as well.

"Couldn't– fuck– couldn't help ourselves, baby," Matt cooed down at you, groaning deeply as you took him so perfectly, just like you always did, your pretty eyes looking up at him in a way that had him nearly blowing his load right the. and there. "We just had to reward you once we saw how much your work's been paying off."

You moaned around Matt's cock at his words, feeling as his fingers gripped your hair tighter with a grunt leaving his lips.

Nothing but sounds of pleasuring sex filled the room, groans and moans, whines and grunts, slaps and slurps. It was obscene, but god, you fucking loved it. You couldn't help the way you mewled as Matt's cock slipped from your mouth, feeling as Chris thrusted up into you, his movements now quickened in a way you knew all too well.

"Shhhit, ma— god, you're gonna make me fuckin' cum—" Chris groaned out almost pathetically, his hands sliding down to dig his fingers into your deliciously thick thighs, his thrusts meeting your moving hips in a way that had your nearly trembling with pleasure.

You couldn't get Matt back into your mouth with how Chris was fucking you, so your hand shakingly moved up, wrapping around his thick cock and starting to pump him at a pace that had him stuttering his breath and tensing his thighs.

"Fucking hell— gonna make me fucking cum too, baby— keep that up— oh fuck, please—" Matt moaned, his hips thrusting forward to meet your pumps, practically fucking your fist as you looked up at him with parts lips and flushed cheeks.

You could feel as both of their movements became a little sloppy, hurried as if they were scrambling to the edge, and as you felt that burning pleasure grow and grow within, you moved your hips and hand in time just to tip them over the edge.

As if in unison, you felt as thick, warm spurts of cum from Chris filled your sweet cunt, all the while pearly ropes of cum shot from Matt's cock, your mouth open as they landed on your tongue and face, making you let out a breathless giggle before you felt your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

Groans, whines, and moans filled the room as you rode out your collective highs, before everything finally slowed down to a stop, Chris's thrusts halting, you hips stopping, and your hand slipping from Matt's cock. The once pleasured noises turned now into panted breaths.

"Please don't ever fucking change this gorgeous body, ma," Chris panted behind you, pulling breathless chuckles and giggles from all three of you, a collective agreement throughout the room.

Oh you were never going to stop giving them more to drool over.

☆ : so so sorry this is coming out so late in the day, was out most of the day with family so, had to work on this when I could 😭 hope it turned out good and that you guys enjoy!! 1 MORE DAY YALL <33

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i miss jules :(( is she doing okay

lowk anon last time i talked to her she deep in the trenches...hope shes okay tho lmao

#✞ whore4anons

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starting a new taglist...reply to be on it

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after all my planned works are over, i PROMISE to make a sub fic just for you, whatever you'd want, I'll make it, cause I haven't written full sub matt or chris in SUCH a long time 😭😭 (also I missed TF outta you <33)

Oh i LOVE you.

Will be sat and waiting !!!

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i still come back to this NIGHTLY

gimme attention - c. sturniolo

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˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warning : thigh fucking, needy sub!Chris, usage of mama and pup/puppy

"C'monnn ma," Chris whined whilst snuggled up against you, his chin resting on your tummy as his arms were wrapped around your frame, his big blue puppy eyes coming into effect, only to be trifled by your attention rather catered to your phone than to him. "Pay attention to me, please??"

But you just kept looking at your phone, scrolling through your feed instead of paying him any mind. Was it petty? Yeah. Did he deserve it? Probably not. But he should've thought better before bragging to his friends that he was nothing less than some godlike dom in bed and had you, quote unquote "begging till your makeup ran down your cheeks in pretty tears."

He wasn't... wrong, to some extent. He was damn good in bed when you let him take over, but in no way did those few times warrant you getting reduced to some cliché whore from a porno in a conversation with his friends... ok maybe a little too far, but still, you had the right to be petty.

You heard him let out a huff before you felt as he started to sit up, his hands grasping under your knees to lift them a bit, hooking your legs over his thighs as he sat on his knees with his legs open, feeling as he gave a playful press against your ass, which made you aware of the already forming bulge in his sweats.

"No, Chris." You simply said without looking up from your phone, practically hearing his pout as he let out a needy whine, his hands sliding down your thighs to grip at your hips and waist, leaning down as you felt his lips start to press kisses against your tummy from where your shirt rose up.

"Please?" He begged between kisses, hands slowly sliding up your shirt as he looked up at you in search of any attention you might give him. Nothing. "'M sorry bout what I said, I didn't mean it.." You almost fell for his pleading voice, his sweetly sorrowful, begging words, but then you felt as his hand started to tug at your shorts.

The moment you moved the phone away from your face, your eyes glared at him... but you stopped yourself from shoving him off. Seeing the way he looked at you like a puppy begging for treats, annoyance turned to interest as an idea formed in your head.

"Y'know what, baby?..." You cooed, putting your phone down on the sheets, watching him perk up as you slowly parted your thighs a bit more, an invitation for him that had him taking in an excited breath.

Before you can say anything else, he's instantly tugging your shorts off, tossing them aside as his palms slide against the soft expanse of your plush thighs. "Thank you, ma, thank you," He grinned happily against your tummy, kissing your soft skin and trailing down as his hands slid to your hips, fingertips inching under the lace of your panties.

One, two, three more kisses, right along your abdomen before he goes to press one more where he's been dying to touch...

Suddenly, you grip his hair before his lips even meet the lace fabric, a sharp inhale sounding from him at your fingers tangled within his brunet curls, his sweet blue eyes looking up at you in confusion, his hands stopping themselves from pulling your panties down.

"Uh-uh, bad pups don't get a treat," You scolded him, the pet name making him visibly perk up and twitch in his boxers, his adorably confused yet attentive expression making you give false sympathy. "Aww, what? If you're gonna act like such a filthy dog around your friends, I might as well treat you like the mutt you are, right?"

You lift his head up from between your thighs, closing them together and hearing the pathetic whimper he lets out. "Please, mama? Please? 'Said I was sorry—"

You felt as he gave a weak grind against your closed thighs, the position he was now reduced to giving you such a power high, and in a single moment, your beautiful idea solidified. As fun as it would be to deprive him of anything for the day, it was so much better to watch him act like a bitch in heat for you.

"You make use of what I'm giving you, Chris, or you're getting nothing." You threatened, watching as he looked a bit confused, looking down at your plush, pressed together thighs, before it seemed to click in his head.

He looked as if he internally battled with himself, weighing his options here between getting nothing or going to that extent just to get himself off.

"C'mon, Chris," You gave a little wiggle with your hips just to seal it, a devilish smirk on your lips. "You know you want to."

Oh, fuck it.

With your bottom lip between your teeth, you watched as he tugged down his sweats and boxers, his cock springing out as the head already weeped pre-cum, a held back whine barely heard as it pressed a bit against your thighs, already showing how needy he was getting.

He looked up at you with pleading eyes, making you wonder what he was asking for, before his eyes signaled over to the drawer on your bedside table that held a bottle of lube.

You raised an eyebrow at him before crossing your arms. "What? You said you do everything in bed, right?" You reminded him of his words to his friends, watching as he practically gave you an apology bow, guilty puppy dog eyes looking at you before he moved towards the bedside table and tugged the drawer open, pulling out the lube and getting back into place.

His hands opened your thighs just a bit, his palm smearing lube between them before stroking his cock with some, a whimper bit back as you gave him a sharp look, his hand moving away and tossing the bottle aside in a near scrambled motion.

God... you should totally get him a collar and leash after this.

Shaky hands pushed your thighs together, his adorable puppy eyes looking at you for permission, a smirk coming to your lips as you gave a nod. "Go ahead, pup."

Holding your thighs together and positioning just right, he finally moved. "O–oh fuck—" Chris whimpered as he pushed his cock between your plush thighs with ease, his hands tightening their grip as he slowly thrusted his hips, both of you watching the tip of his leaking cock peaking out.

"That's it, puppy." You cooed, watching the head of his cock retreat back between your thighs before peaking back out. A shaky groan was heard from Chris as he trained his eyes on the sight too before starting to thrust a bit more, the slick sound of his cock between your thighs making your cunt clench around nothing.

"Look at that. So desperate, you're fucking my thighs," You teased with a mean giggle as he whined, his hips sputtering as he picked up pace a bit.

The bed creaked softly beneath the two of you, the sound mixing with Chris fucking your thighs and his needy whines, the state of him making you watch his face instead. Each thrust, each squeeze of your thighs, made his face contort beautifully in pleasure, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Mm– Fuck– mama—" Whines poured from his lips, the tip of his cock pressing against the lace fabric of your panties as he thrusted once more, his hips starting to move a bit faster as he panted and whined like a needy dog.

Continuing with watching the show in front of you, your hands moved to his knees, loosely holding them before you squeezed your thighs tightly together, hearing the choked out moan Chris gave at the feeling.

"Oh fu— m–mama— oh god, p–please—" He begged you, hips faltering for a moment as his palms slipped, instead finding purchase on your hips as he started fucking your thighs faster. His whines mixed with the increasing creak of the bed, pants spilling from his open mouth as you noticed drool on his bottom lip.

"Shit, puppy," You giggled as you caressed his knees with your nails, feeling his thigh tense from the tingling sensation. "Feel so good it's got you drooling now?"

The only response you could get from him was a quick nod and more whines, your nails then digging into his knees to get a better answer whilst you loosened your thighs around his cock, making him whine pathetically in need.

"Nn– Yes y–yes mama— so fucking good—" He babbled, tears visibly coming to his eyes as you granted him the treat of squeezing your thighs together once more. A blissful whimper escaped him before his hips pistoned forward once more, pants leaving him as his grip tightened on your hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through your room.

"'M– 'M so close, mama– please— please lemme cum mama– please—" He begged and babbled helplessly, near tears as his body started to tremble, knowing damn well that, in times like this, he had to hold it until you said he could cum.

Oh how he wanted you to not be so cruel this time, but with the way your lips curled into a devilish smirk, there was no way in hell that would be the case.

"You wanna cum, pup?"

"yes mama—"

"Hmm?"

"Y–yes mama—"

"Ohh... I don't know if I should let you, puppy."

"Please, mommy, pleasee—" He nearly sobbed as his body tensed and shook, his hips stilling as he held himself back the best he could, panting hard as his cock twitched and throbbed between your thighs, just begging to spill his load.

His forehead rested against your knees, whines leaving his mouth pathetically as you watched him twitch and tremble a few moments more. Oh, that collar and leash were getting delivered this coming weekend. 100 fucking percent.

His breathing hitched as he felt your nails caress his knees again, your hips rolling slowly to give him that friction he was dying for, before you finally cooed those heavenly words to him. "Cum for me, puppy."

"Oh thank you— thank you mama— thank you thank you thank you—" He babbled mindlessly as he thrusted his hips once more, pants leaving his lips as he started to tremble and quicken his motions, his breaths getting shaky and choppy as his grip on you tightened.

"O–oh god— 'm cum— 'm cumming!" A pathetic, whiny moan left his lips as his hips stuttered before he finally came, hot and thick glossy ropes spurting from his cock over your panties, your tummy, even up to your chest– and fuck he was lost.

"F–fuck— Oh my fu—" His voice cracked, all wrecked and fucked out, as eyes rolled back into his head, his hips twitching and pressing hard against your thighs, as if they were milking his cock entirely.

His cock gave a few more pathetic little spurts of cum until he was finally done, his head falling to her knees once more as he took hard and shaky breaths, his thighs quivering, his hands stuck gripping your hips tightly.

You smiled at the sight of him, so utterly fucked out without you having to do hardly anything. A whine pulled from him as you squeezed your thighs one more time before loosening, giggling at his state before reaching a hand up and running your fingers through his hair, your nails caressing his scalp.

"Feelin' better now, puppy?" You cooed softly.

"y—yes.. mama.."

"You learn your lesson?"

"yes... yes mama.."

You giggled softly as his body started to melt and loosen now, all spent and tired. Clean up could wait, you'd handle the rest later.

"Good boy."

a/n : Got inspo from this twitter vid (nsfw p!link) and thought "mhmmm- Chris 😋"

I miiight have an obsession with either party getting fucked dumb/fucking themselves dumb 🙄😔

Thank you guys so much for all the love on my last drabble!!! KFNOSNFKDN- (me tryna be nonchalant and failing miserably ToT) I seriously can't express how happy it makes me, can't wait to make more for y'all :]

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