Chris Sturniolo Smut - Tumblr Posts

nothing, just matt looking majestic.

him and matt with the tongue thing. shlutttt

he can power slap me 🙂☝️

YEHA UR A SLUT.

DONT FUCKJNG BE LIKE THAT OH MY GOD IM AXTUALLY WHIMPERING AT THEID PHOTO IV SNNOT CONSTIN MYSELF I SCTEAMED

hmm…let me think..

bro prolly saw a fic where the reader like left her thing under the bed and someone finds it

what can we, as a community, do to get matt to yell like that again

🙋‍♀️ i wanna participate in a suckoff (not the lollipop one)

take it | Matt sturniolo

mattxfem!reader

summary: you and matt are driving when you find yourself in the mood to tease him. when he cant handle the teasing, you challenge him and he lets you attempt to prove yourself.

warnings: fluff(in the beginning), teasing, touching, pet names (baby, sweetheart), female receiving

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you and matt were in his room, laying underneath the warm covers of his bed. the sun was setting quickly, and suddenly it dawned on you that you hadn't gotten the groceries you needed to prepare dinner that night. "shit." your hand makes contact with your forehead. you look at the boy beside you, who is now peacefully asleep. “matt, wake up, wake up.”, you shake him till you know for sure he’s awake.

“im awake, im awake,” he assures you as he props himself up against the headboard, a little groggy now. “i forgot to get more groceries for dinner tonight,” you tell him, your head resting in your hand and an irritated look on your face. “baby, it’s ok; we can just order something.” he says as he comforts you by tracing his fingers along the soft skin of your arm. “please just let me make you dinner; i really want to,” you beg him.

he continues to rub his fingers on your arm as he ponders. this would mean he would have to actually get up and drive you, but if that’s what you really want, he wouldn’t be one to say no to you. he agrees to drive you without you having to do too much persuading. you both slowly pull yourselves out of bed and slip on some shoes. you realize that there’s no way you’re going to last the whole evening without dozing off, so you scavenge the fridge for something to keep you awake.

you come across an opened can of pepsi and take a sip out of it, that’ll do. you both make it out to the car and pull out of the garage. while driving, Matt takes several drinks out of the Pepsi that you brought into the car, in hopes it’ll help clear out the grogginess he still feels. the caffeine must be kicking in, because you start to feel a little more energized and playful. as a couple of quiet minutes pass by, you find it hard to sit still and keep your hands to yourself.

you admire the way he looks when he’s driving, and your hand wanders towards his thighs, like it has a mind of its own and use your thumb to gently rub his thigh. you keep your eyes trained on him, and you notice how flustered he is by your simple movements. matt is a rather sensitive person most of the time; you knew that, but the way he’s reacting to your simple touch tells you he’s feeling extra sensitive. “baby, what are you doing?” he asks as he shifts in his seat, his breaths getting heavier. you continue to massage his thigh, ignoring his question.

you notice him grip the steering wheel tighter, getting even more flustered by your actions. “hey, y/n, what’s going on?” he asks as he holds your hand, halting your actions. you smirk, “what do you mean? can i not touch my boyfriend?” you ask, pretending like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing. “you can, but not like that and not right now,” he says, stealing a look at you before returning his gaze to the road ahead of him. “what? can’t even handle my hand on your thigh now?” you pout at him.

you’re having too much fun with this. you pull your hand out of his grasp and return it to his inner thigh, giving it a squeeze. he gasps and quickly stops you from going further. “y/n, please, not while i’m driving. you’re gonna make me crash the car,” he says in a serious tone.

you slam your back into the seat and cross your arms, letting out a huff, a little annoyed at the fact you’re not even allowed to touch your boyfriend when you have all this energy. matt notices the mini-fit you throw, but he doesn’t really feel bad for not wanting to crash the car. “sweetheart, please don’t be mad, you don’t understand how it feels to be touched like that while driving; it’s hard,” he explains. “for you, maybe, i could handle it,” you respond with a cocky tone.

he raises an eyebrow and studies your appearance, assuming you’re just joking. “i’m serious! let me drive, and i’ll show you,” he doesn’t believe you at all. “we’re not getting into a crash just so you can prove something.” he says, shaking his head, completely dismissing your proposal. “oh, i get it. you’re scared im gonna prove you wrong,” you challenge with a smug look.

the next thing you know, matt is pulling the vehicle to the side of the road in response. he puts the car in park and unfastens his seatbelt in one swift motion. you watch as all this unfolds with an amused look on your face. the door on his side swings open, and he hops out and makes his way to your side of the car. you’re frozen in place as you try to figure out what’s going on.

he rips your door open. “get out,” he commands. you obey him and swiftly unbuckle your seatbelt to slide out of your seat. “go ahead, baby, drive the car,” he motions toward the side with the wheel. you smile at him and pick up your feet to make your way around the front of the car. you don’t know why you’re a little nervous now; maybe you were a little overconfident, but this is what you asked for.

he silently admires how confident you look driving his car; it kind of turns him on, but he knows it’s not about him right now. he cups your bare knee with his cold, ring-clad hands. “doin’ so well, baby, you feelin’ alright?” he asks, slightly sarcastic. “i’m fine, matt, keep going,” you encourage him. you’re focus is on the traffic in front of you and the names of the streets, so you don’t miss your next turn.

he lets you drive for a while, staying quiet and admiring your focus. you feel his hand travel up your mid-thigh and his thumb rub the outside of it, just like you did to him earlier. “y’know, matt you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that if you’re gonna distract me,” you say with a cocky tone as you switch lanes. matt only smirks at your statement and progresses up your thigh, causing your breath to hitch.

his delicate fingers tracing your skin and his rings, giving you slight chills. he observes your reactions to his touch. “are you bothered by me touchin’ you like this, baby?” he asks you as his hand starts to massage your thigh. you tuck your lip between your teeth to keep any noises from coming out, and your eyebrows knit together slightly in pleasure. you simply shake your head in response to his question.

“c’mon, baby, use your words,” he says in a slightly demanding tone, and he uses his free hand to tuck your hair behind your ear to get a better look at you. “f-feels fine, matt” you say shakily, still trying to keep your composure. matt laughs at your response, finding all this to be amusing. “you sure your fine, baby, you don’t look it,” he teases and continues to massage the inside of your thigh. you love the way he touches you and how good his hands feel working on your thigh, but you can’t give into it. “mhm, im s-sure” you struggle to get a sentence out.

we stop at a red light, and matt takes the opportunity to move his hand all the way up your thigh, brushing his fingers over your clothed clit, “how ‘bout that?” he asks with a smile plastered on his face. your concentration falters a little, and a moan slips past your lips. you grip the steering wheel as you try to regain your focus. “y-you can do whatever you want-want, i can take it.” this sentence comes out as more of a whine. you both know that’s a lie, but matt is curious about how far you will go to keep up this act.

the light turns green, and it takes you a moment to carefully press down on the gas. “whatever i want, huh?” he says in a seductive tone. “mhm” you nod your head. he smiles smugly and begins rubbing circles on your clit through your shorts. you let out a gasp and clench your thighs. you try to muffle your moans by keeping your lips sealed together, but it’s obvious how much he’s affecting you now.

you close your eyes for a second. “eyes on the road, baby,” matt reminds you. you realize that you were so focused on what matt’s fingers were doing that you missed your turn. “shit, i was supposed t-to turn back there” you manage to inform him while he continues his actions. he keeps rubbing you, not too concerned about where we are now. “looks like you’re not as focused as you thought you were,” he tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. he rubs you faster as punishment, and you’re not even trying to hide your emotions now.

you don’t know how much more you can take before falling apart; your thighs are clenched tight and your stomach is doing flips. you glance down at his veiny arm working at you, and it only makes you more desperate. matt is enjoying the view and the way you respond to his touch. he decides to rub a little faster, and you moan his name, shooting your hand down to grip his wrist, halting his actions. he can’t help but smirk when you stop him from going faster. “aw, what was that? can’t take it anymore?” he says in a degrading tone.

your breaths are heavy, and your cheeks are flushed, a deep shade of pink. “do you really want me to stop, baby?” he asks, using his right hand to tuck the hair behind your ear that had slipped forward. “n-no, i w-want you so bad,” you whine. “i j-just don’t w-wanna crash,” you say. he chuckles when you beg him not to stop. “i knew you didn’t really want me to stop. just pull over there, sweetheart.”

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(i dont really write fanfics but i wrote this hope you guys like it and it’s fine if u don’t but i was bored and wanted to post it)

”round two?” | c.s.

W/C- 1039 | x reader/ y/n

in which y/n teases Chris, and ends up being left turned on over such a simple action (smut warning, not super detailed though I’m bad at writing smut sorry lol// includes name calling and slapping)

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       I sat across from my boyfriend and his brothers, propped up on their kitchen counter as they sat on the couch. Watching the back of their heads, I decided to have a bit of fun. I quickly typed out a horny message, sending it to my boyfriend and immediately looking up to get his reaction. His head shot up from his phone, quickly looking back at me with wide eyes. I’d heard the sound of his phone locking almost as quickly as he had opened it. He gave me a quick warning look before turning his attention back to Nick and Matt. They had been talking about this months videos and what they were going to film and when. 

        I wasn’t actually horny, I just liked teasing him when he was doing serious things, because hes the easiest person on the planet to make horny. He’s like a teenager going through puberty 24/7. After a few moments I made my way down to his room, making my shuffling extra loud so he’d look back and see where I was going, again just to tease him. I didn’t expect him to get up from their little discussion and follow me, so I was very surprised when he appeared just minutes later. “What the hell?” I chucked looking up at him from the bed. I locked my phone and set it down, sitting up. “What are you doing down here?” “Why are you teasing me right now, y/n?” His voice was lowered as he made his way over to the bed. I hadn’t been horny, but the sight definitely aroused me. “I- what are you talking about?” I asked looking up at him. He rolled his eyes, sexual frustration so apparent in his expressions and tone right now. “I’m trying to work,” he said, unbuckling his belt slowly as he stood at the foot of the bed. “Now they’re gonna know you were down here getting fucked like a little slut when I was supposed to be helping them with videos.” Chris let his pants slip down to his ankles, stepping out of them as he quickly pulled his dick out. “Off,” he tugged at my shorts, to which I happily obliged. He leaned down, harshly kissing me for a few moments before lining himself up. 

        Chris slipped into me, with ease after how wet he had just made me, making a small gasp escape my mouth. “Fuck-“ I groaned out immediately. His pace quickened almost instantly, pounding into me quickly as he clearly tried to rush himself to finish. “Chris!” I moaned out, causing him to extend a hand down to gently slap me. “Shut the fuck up!” He said in a hushed tone, “my brothers are gonna hear you.” Chris’s hand made its way up to my mouth, roughly covering it as he began to thrust even harder and deeper into me. He knew this always made me lose it, and typically he’d only fuck me rough like this when we were home alone because he knows it gets me loud, but it also makes him cum the quickest. “Fuck,” Chris let out his own low groan. “Take that shit off and turn around.” He motioned to my shirt as he slowly pulled out of me. I happily obliged, pulling my shirt over my head before turning around, bending over for him. I’d arch my back a bit extra every time I’d bend over for him, trying to give him a prettier view. He let out a soft hiss as he stared down at me, his hand traveling my side, slapping my ass firmly before he placed his hand on the center of my lower back, slipping himself back into me once again. I tried to muffle my moans as his pace quickened again, hitting me right in my most pleasurable spot each time he’d thrust inward. The sensation was already veering on the edge of too much, so when Chris leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back as his hand snaked around to rub my clit, I’d almost lost it right then and there. “Fuck!” I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth, causing Chris’s free hand to reach up and cover it. “Be quiet baby,” his voice was getting breathless now as he started placing soft kisses along my neck and shoulder causing me to moan more. “Baby,” he said in a warning tone. His pace had slowed down a bit, the moment turning a lot more romantic than desperate, but it didn’t last too long. After a few more slow strokes he picked up the pace again, indicating he was about to cum soon. 

      He quickly pulled out, and I almost instantly felt my back being littered with warm liquid as I collapsed onto the bed. Quickies weren’t usually my favorite, but they could definitely be fun in situations like this. As I turned to carefully look at him without making too much of a mess, my breathing still hard, I saw him pull the shirt off his body, exposing his torso I’d loved so much, as he reached down, using the shirt straight off his back to clean his liquids off of me. I was instantly wet again at the sight, never had he done that before, and never had such a simple action turned me on so much. “Here,” he handed me the shirt, leaning down to place a kiss on my cheek. He was completely oblivious to what he’d just done to me, not even thinking about it as he handed me his shirt to clean any spots he missed. 

      “Round two?” I looked up at him before he had the chance to find a new shirt. “What!?” He exclaimed, an amused smile on his face. “That was so hot, Chris.” I said as he shook his head, putting his pants back on. The amused grin never left his lips. “When we’re done coming up with videos okay?” He leaned down to kiss me again, before finding a new shirt and disappearing back up the stairs, leaving me to fantasize about what I had just witnessed as I laid back in his bed. That man will be the death of me.  •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

a/n- this seems so short to me sorry lol and also I’m soooo bad at writing smut, soooo once again I’m sorry for the lack of detail and that it’s so short lmao enjoy the concept tho at least 😂

yall srs r missing out if u dont read this 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ used to be my girl, pt.1

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: teeny tiny angst, swearing, smut!!!, oral fem!receiving, p in v, kissing, NOT PROOFREAD

word count: 1.3k

a/n: hii everyoneee. i really really like this song, and like the whole story behind it. thought it would be fitting for a fic teehee.

summary: You had gotten together with Chris 10 months ago. This relationship was a two-way mirror. Chris only saw one side of the relationship, whereas you saw two. But of course, this was a one way street, so it only went downhill after you had gotten together.

GUYS I CANNTO WRITE ORAL HELP😭 sorry

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Gimme all your love so I can fill you up with hate

Your POV

“Chris, I think we should end this relationship. This is not working out, you know I’m looking for a future with you! I can’t believe you’re being so selfish!” I spat, heavy tears running down my already-soaked cheeks. Chris looked nowhere near bothered. His hands were in the pockets of his stupid Cherry LA sweatpants. His face fell.

“Love, I told you this when we got together. As I said, there is nothing good underneath my appearance, I warned you. It’s not my fault that you thought you could change me.” he looked frustrated, his brows furrowed.

I couldn’t believe him. He had seemed so changed after a few months of dating, but apparently he wasn’t. I gave him all my love, yet he’s filling me up with nothing but hate.

“Chris, I think you need to leave. Now.” my voice lowered and broke a couple times in that sentence. 

“Come back tomorrow and grab your things, please,” I sniffed, adjusting the strap of my tank top that had fallen off from my frustration. Chris was staring at me. He seemed surprised by what I had just told him, which made me even more mad at him. So selfish. 

After a bit of hesitation, Chris left my apartment in a heap with a small pat on my shoulder. 

Chris’s POV

With a pat on her back, I was out. 

From the beginning of this relationship, situationship may be more fitting, I knew she wanted to change me, and she was sure she could. I knew she couldn’t. No one can. But what I also know, is that she would always hold a special place in my heart. I do love her, I’m just not in for anything serious or long-term, which she has made clear a bunch of times she is.

I made my way out of her driveway. Suddenly I hated this car. Where she was once sitting, laughing at my stupid jokes, pulling me in to kiss her, going through a drive-thru, was now a heavy silence. I was shattered. It didn’t feel real. 

Time skip

I was staring at the ceiling, lying in my empty, cold, bed. I couldn’t believe I managed to fuck up this bad. I truly did love her, it was just the commitment that scared me to death. The effort you have to put into a long-term relationship.

And of course, as I’m lying here, the memories start flooding over me, and I did nothing to stop it.

Flashback, third person POV

“Chris, stop! What the fuck are you doing!” she laughed loudly, running onto the damp grass in the backyard. He giggled, trying to throw another cup of water onto her but failed miserably.

“You’re ass! At least try, Chris!” she teased, making her way to the blanket that was spread across the grass. She stumbled over a few pillows, a squeal leaving her lips as she fell over. 

He was hovering over her in no time, looking down at her as he poured the water onto her.

“Oh, that was a good one,” he laughed, leaning down between her legs on the floral blanket,

“Oh my god, you’re such a dork, Chris. I’m wearing a white shirt.” she lowered her voice and tucked a piece of drenched hair behind her ear.

“That’s the point,” he almost whispered, leaning down to capture her lips in a gentle but desperate kiss.

“I love you, Chris,” she whispered with a cheesy smile, running a hand through his wet hair.

Her smile faded as there was no response.

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Flashback, Chris POV

Her legs were propped up on my shoulders, head in the pillow, my hands wrapped around her thighs.

“Shh, I’ll take care of you, okay?” I mumbled, ducked my head into her pussy. She was glistening with arousal already.

“Chris please- I need you so bad,” she whimpered, bucking her hips forward, up to my face. I teasingly flicked my nose against her clit, slowly licking a stripe up her folds.

“Oh my god. Stop teasing me,” she whined, intertwining her fingers with my hair. I held her hips down, keeping her in place from escaping my grasp.

So I stopped teasing. Sticking my tongue into her, I earned a loud moan from her. I’ll never get tired of that, it’s like music to my ears.

“You gotta be quiet for me, baby. You don’t want Matt or Nick to hear, right? I promise, I’ll let you scream all you want later,” I chuckled darkly, going back to sucking on her clit gently, earning a few more, attempted muffled, moans from her, making my head spin.

“Please go faster,” she panted, tugging at my hair. She knew it made me go crazy when she did that. In return I let out a groan, making her hips grind against my face. 

Again, I slowly licked up her folds, sticking my tongue back into her pussy, purposely rubbing my nose against her sensitive clit. I tried my best not to grind my hips into the bed, but her moans alone turned me so much on.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew she was impossibly close to her orgasm.

“Turn around for me,” I murmured, standing up to take off my sweatpants and boxers. There she was, lying on the bed in front of me, her back facing me.

“Good. Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?” I said as I positioned myself behind her, grabbing her hips to position her ass up in the air.

She nodded silently, propping herself up on her elbows.

“Now, try to be quiet,” I snickered, aligning myself with her soaked pussy. Slowly, I slid into her, groaning as I bottomed out.

“Fuck, this pussy was made for me,” I whined, pulling out before thrusting back into her. A few lewd moans escaped her lips, elbows shaking as she fell face-forward into the pillows.

My hands were gripping her hips tightly, speeding up my thrusts as I felt her clench around me.

“Chris, I’m- I’m close. Please-” she moaned. My fingers found their way to her mouth, sticking two fingers in.

“You heard me. Be- be quiet,” I stuttered, keeping my fast pace, the only sounds filling the room being the squelching from her dripping pussy and the occasional quiet whimpers and moans from our both. 

“I- Chris,” she whined quietly, cum slowly covering my cock as she reached her climax. 

I didn’t stop my thrusts, in fact, I sped up. Her back arched, falling completely forward as I kept going.

“You can take it. I know you can,” I groaned, feeling my own orgasm approaching. Tightly, I gripped her hair, pulling her face up to look at herself in the mirror beside the bed. I could tell she was close again.

“I want you to look at me when you cum for a second time,” that was a lie. I wanted to look at her. Her fucked out expression made me go fucking insane.

It didn’t take me long to finish inside her.

End flashback.

Your POV, present time.

I was shattered. I really did love Chris. A lot. And now he’s gone, possibly forever. Well, not until he picks up his things from my apartment.

I had spent the rest of the afternoon on my couch, eating a shit ton of ice cream, and watching the movies me and Chris never got to finish... That’s another story.

He hadn’t texted me all day since I told him to go home. I mean it made sense, but he always texted me whenever he got home.

What if he went out? Is he hurt? Did attend a party? Is he also crying on his couch? Sleeping?

All the thoughts circling my head gave me a headache. I settled on going to sleep on the couch, trying to sleep the thoughts, and pain, away.

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a/n: byeee i hope this isn't ass LMAOFOO. if you couldnt tell i hate writing smut, its jujst so eughhh. i hope it was bearable

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THIS WOULD BE A MIRACLE BUT CAN U GUYS HELP ME FIND THIS BOOK LIKE CAN U PLS DO ANYTHING TO HELP FIND IT LIKE REBLOF THIS POST IT WOULD PLSSS I NEED TO FIND THIS BOOK

MY MOM FOUND IT ON HER WALK AT WORK SO PLS JUST HELP ME FIND IT

yeah idk how to work this app but i’m gonna be posting a smut on matt soon, if anyone sees this 😭😭😭

Car sex- Chris sturniolo

Warning: nsfw, minors dni ( or do idc), not entirely proof read

authors note : slight romance, dom chris but he’s sweet!!!???, i get slightly poetic at the end (sorry)

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You get up from your vanity after finishing your night routine, winding down for the night. When your phone buzzes, you pick up the cellular device and glance at the text you received.

* you up baby?*

You smile smugly, Chris and you weren’t anything but two people that craved intimacy without the need for labels.

*yeah, see you in 15* —you say,knowing it was a regular routine that happened 2 maybe 5 times a week

You hastily change into comfortable clothing, slipping into a matching set, knowing that it would be torn to shreds by the end of the night. Finishing up the rest of your routine, you get another text that Chris is outside.

Cautiously opening your bedroom window in hopes of not disrupting your family members, you safely make it down the ground. Your eyes shift to Chris silhouette sitting in the car parked across the street. Getting in the car he gives you a smile.

“I’ve missed you “ he says

“ I saw you 3 days ago” you say

“exactly” he jokes

He takes you to the cherished spot you both discovered during numerous drives, that left you both thoroughly content at the end of the night

Parking at your destination, neither of you utter a word. He takes the initiative, brushing your loosely fallen hair, and though you don't meet his gaze, it's the longest you've gone without eagerly leaping into his arms.

“You shy now? That’s a little out of your nature don’t you think” he says tauntingly

Chris gently grasps your jaw, planting a tender kiss on your lips. You however escalate by pulling his chain to bring him more closer

“There she is” he says

His hands firmly grip your waist, effortlessly lifting you over the gear as you straddle his waist. The intimate dance of your lips mirrors the growing intensity between you. your hands moves from chris’s shoulder to the back of his hair lightly tugging at it. drawing him even closer, blurring the already minimal space between you two.

a soft moan escapes your lips as chris gently tugs at your pony tail, making his way to the nape of your neck leaving rough kisses

“fuck, get in the back” he says

Without hesitation, he swiftly follows, his fingers deftly tugging at the waistband of your pants, skillfully sliding off the material. In a seamless motion, he grabs the hem of your hoodie, pulling it off to reveal the matching set you had put on earlier

“ all this for me?” he says

you internally shrink from his intense gaze and move to cover yourself up when he pushes your hands away.

“take my pants off for me baby” , you oblige lifting yourself up from his lap tugging of the material.

He grabs onto the waistband of your underwear, swiftly tearing through the flimsy fabric. A silent gasp escapes you as you curse inwardly, aware that yet another pair joins the countless others he's unraveled. Chris grabs onto your arms, pinning them behind your back.

Chris's fingers glide across your entrance, gathering your wetness. A gasp escapes you, and you throw your head back, wanting to shut your legs, but his lap confines you, denying that option.

"You're so wet for me," he says, looking down at you, taking his fingers. You watch as Chris is in a complete daze, slipping another finger. You move your hips, trying to match his rhythm as he moves painfully slow, enjoying the fact that it made you miserable, knowing he had so much control over you.

“please” is all you blurt out

“please what hm” he asks you

“faster chris fuck” you say frustrated

He fastens his pace; you meet his gaze, and a small moan escapes you. Feeling proud of the way you respond to his movements, he lets you enjoy it, almost letting you reach that point of release. When suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you, causing an audible whine to escape your mouth.

you glare at him. internally cussing at him and why he had to restrict you from the one thing he was so good at giving you. no one could make you feel like he did and he knew that.

His boxers meet the other clothing piled onto the floor, grabbing your hips slowly but assertively, forcing you down onto his dick. He begins to move his hips at a less frustrating pace, pinning your arms behind your back and leaving you no leeway to escape, your clit stimulated by his shaft.

you subconsciously hold back your moans, not wanting to let every sound leave your lips. and chris notices

“let it all out for me, i know you want to” he says

still not convinced you continue to bite on your lip not entirely comfortable with the concept. which is when chris picks up his pace up further

He pulls down on the back of your head, making you maintain the level of his gaze. With your hands pinned back and nowhere else to run, you have no choice but to oblige.

His free hand comes down on your ass, giving you a harsh smack. Massaging the area to soothe the sting, he smiles as you let out a loud moan at the mix of pain and pleasure.

“i’ve missed you, you know “ he says continuing to buck his hips focusing on making you feel good

“you miss me baby?” he whispers against your lips

"Yeah, Chris," you blurt out, unsure why he'd want to talk when your head is all fuzzy from him hitting all the right spots.

“how much ? show me” he releases the restrain he had on your arms

“ride me.” he demands

You move your hips up and down over his shaft, soaking him with every motion. His grip is harsh enough to bruise as he groans, and you bend lower, meeting his lips to give him a sloppy kiss, taking every inch of him inside you.

You separate from the kiss, leaning your hands on his shoulders, wanting him to be closer. He takes notice, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you closer.

“better?” he asks and you nod unable to form a single sentence

You continue to quicken your pace, and Chris watches you with nothing but love and possessiveness, even letting out hushed sighs. He uses his grip on you to bring you down, orchestrating your body to his own accord you instantly accept.

The car is filled with the sounds of your hips moving at the perfect rhythm and the kisses he leaves against your jaw. He bucks his hips to touch that spot that could send you into a frenzy.

“Chris," you whine, "please don't stop. I'm—"

“ i know baby” he whispers “ you wanna come for me?”

your stomach crumples at his word, as he continues to slide up and down inside you

“answer me” he says calmly not struggling to form as sentence as you were

“yes chris, please” you plead for the hundredth time tonight

pressing his forehead against yours, he smiles at how hard you were squeezing him, fighting the urge to cum so hard inside you. he takes the alternative route and pushes his grunts down

“who does this pussy belong to” he says

“you chris” you say quickly

He looks at you without slowing down the pace he had you moving at. It's too much for you, and he knows it, but he loves pushing you past your limits. He relishes being the only one who makes you feel this way, never failing to mention it every time he ends up inside you.

"Look down at how well you're taking me," he says, and you do as you're told. He takes his thumb, circling your sensitive clit, smiling when it makes you tear up.

“now look at me, has anyone ever made you feel this way?”

“no” you answer hastily

“and no one ever will ” he says “yeah?”

you nod quickly as it started to get overwhelming. his fingers.his dick. him

“i need to hear you say it” he pleads

“yes chris, i’m yours. every part. i promise” you say

“atta girl” he groans as your walls clamped against him. “ you can come baby” he encourages

and you do instantly, releasing yourself all over him feeling nothing but relief as chris continues to circle your clit faster driving you off the edge dragging your orgasm further.

you grasp onto him as you felt like you would pass out; your vision blurred with white spots from the intensity

chris watches you proudly as you let out the loudest moan with no shame, soon you feel chris realese into you letting out a sigh of relief.

His gaze shifts to your face, puffy lips, and tear-stained cheeks. Kissing the tears that fell from your eyes, he trails his fingers up and down your back, comforting you.

You attempt to lift yourself from him, a routine that usually leaves your heart slightly heavy—not out of regret, but with the lingering hope that someday you might truly have him. At times, you feel a sense of self-reproach for thinking that way, knowing well that it was a mutual agreement between the both of you to avoid emotional involvement. Despite its unhealthy nature, a selfish part of you rationalizes that having him physically, even if not in the way you desire, is sufficient.

—but he holds you steadily, the feeling of your release and his dripping, makes it harder to push those feelings away

“let me take you out “ he states

“on a date” he says bluntly

You're caught off guard by the unexpected proposition, your assumption that your connection with Chris was solely physical shattered. Chris maintains eye contact, a hint of anxiety surfacing in anticipation of your reaction.

“okay ” you say

“okay” he replies.

you both stay in the same position. as he places a kiss on your forehead innocently, him still burried deep inside you as you stare at each other. You silently hope that he wouldn’t leave you on the edge of heartache.

matt would talk you through it when you’re almost close…..

MASTERLIST˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

get to know me‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚⊹♡ my guidelines ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚⊹♡

CHRIS SMUT ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

✭ CAR SEX

✭ NERVOUS

MATT SMUT ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

✭HATE

✭HATE PT.2

✭AFTER PARTY

TEXTS‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

✭CHRIS

✭MATT

✭MATT

chris is the type of guy to fuck you senseless before a family dinner and then pretend he didn’t give you the most mind blowing orgasm.

relationship/fwb texts with chris

Authors notes: this is new for me but i was bored, these are fun and i’m suffering from writers block so enjoy!

@mattsd0ll @loveesiren @christinarowie332 @daddyslilchickenfingers2 @mangosrar @kenzieiskoolaid

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ATTENTION!

long chris smut soon girlies!!!!

BE READY!!!!!!

It's all because I wanna Show you that I'm so capable

• warnings: substances, sex while high yay!, kinda long!!!!

Nervous- Chris Sturniolo smut

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The neighbourhood's music softly emanates from your vinyl while you casually scroll on your phone without much thought.

A gentle tapping resonates from your window, prompting you to become alert. You glance at the clock, which shows 1:58 am, dismissing the sound, thinking it's just the breeze.

The sound grows more distinct, prompting you to cautiously get out of bed. You walk toward the window, hastily opening the curtains to see who's interrupting your late-night music session, momentarily escaping reality.

In all his glory, Chris stands before you. You unlatch the window, opening it to invite him into your room. You take in his appearance, noticing his grey sweatpants, tousled brown hair cascading gracefully on his forehead, and the glint of his silver chain peeking through his sweatshirt. and he looks good.

“you done staring , you’re practically drooling” chris interrupts your thoughts

“what are you doing here it’s almost 2am ” you say ignoring his snarky comment.

“ I Just wanted to hang” he reples

his hands move towards his pocket pulling out a tightly rolled blunt. he moves towards the window, not wanting the room to smell like the illegal substance. sitting on the windowsill he grabs the lighter burning the end inhaling the smoke all while maintaining eye contact. his eyes drift over your appearance, from his oversized shirt you stole from him, and a random pair of shorts. he slightly leans over, his fingers wrap around the waistband of your shorts tugging slightly eliminating the space between the two of you.

"Hi," he greets, observing your silence. His hands gently scratch your scalp as he takes another extended drag from the blunt.

"Hi," you reply relaxed from Chris's fingers. Wishing they were exploring elsewhere.

With his hands still on your waist, subconsciously squeezing as a habit, his thumb caresses the exposed skin as he pulls you to straddle him.

"I've missed you," he says, breaking the silence.

"I mean, you practically leaped through my bedroom window," you nervously inject humor into the tense situation.

Inhaling once more, he grips your jaw, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. You breathe in the substance, releasing the excess smoke from your lips. taking the opportunity to place his lips on yours leading to a heated make out, as his lips move to your neck leaving leaving kisses that were likely to leave a mark next morning

Chris gets up from his seated position, causing you to wrap your legs around his torso, he takes a seat on your bed as he continues to attack you with heated kisses, you move your fingers to loop your fingers around his sweatshirt when he stops your actions, you pause and look at him confused as this wasn't an unusual setting for the both of you

"Are you sure?" he asks, gazing into your eyes for any signs of discomfort. Simultaneously, he gently squeezes your waist, an unspoken pledge that he wouldn't be upset if you weren't up for it.

You nod and lean in to give him a kiss. "Words, I need words, sweetheart," he requests.

"Yes, Chris, I'm sure," you affirm, providing him with the confirmation he needed.

He rises from the seated position, placing you gently on your feet, Heading to the window frame where his second blunt rests, he lights it up and moves toward you, inhaling the smoke. "Take it off for me, look at me while you're doing it," he instructs, his gaze fixed on you.

You follow along, starting with his oversized shirt that clings to your body and smells just like him. He sizes you up, his hands running through your hair, pushing it back and exposing your neck adorned with the bruises from his earlier attack. The blunt moves from his lips to yours, and he takes control, regulating how much you inhale, well aware that your tolerance doesn't match his.

He moves towards you causing you to take a step back, the back of your legs hit the bed frame, causing you to tilt your head to look up to chris,His fingers gently stroke your cheek, planting a tender kiss on your lips before he crouches down. handing you the blunt to hold onto

He tugs at the waistband of your panties, tossing them aside, and you observe as he spreads your legs, murmuring explicit words as if it's the first time he's laid eyes on you in such a way. Placing a kiss on your inner thighs, he lifts your leg over his shoulder, moving closer to your heat. You toy with his hair, and he watches you, seizing the chance to catch you off guard as his moves his mouth towards your wetness.

You feel his mouth warm mouth against your heat, and you let your head fall backwards onto the mattress, chris starts to move his tongue tasting your wetness gently moving towards your clit each time, and you gasp silently thanking his skillful mouth.

In a matter of minutes, Chris quickens his pace, challenging your ability to remain silent. To stifle your sounds, you bite down on your finger as his mouth envelops your clit sucking harder and harder. Your grip on his hair tightens, but instead of pulling away from the stinging sensation, he presses his mouth even closer , and this leaves you breathless, chris takes notice and he redirects his attention from your clit to you.

"deep breaths for me, baby," he says, his thumb circling on your clit. You follow his instructions, concentrating on deep breaths, while Chris's free hand reassuringly rubs circles against your hips.

"Atta girl," he praises, satisfied that you've replenished enough oxygen to your brain. he slides his tongue back inside you, returning his mouth to your clit. Your hand moves to your hips, where you sense his firm grip. Taking a bold step, you intertwine your fingers with his, feeling his thumb brushing against yours, providing you with great comfort.

You feel yourself nearing your climax, your breath becoming shallow as the weight on your lower stomach becomes prominent. Chris adds a finger inside you, but his tongue doesn't abandon your swollen clit. Moments later, you release inside Chris's mouth, and he swallows your release. The speed of his fingers doesn't halt, edging your release further.

He withdraws his fingers, putting them into his mouth to suck off the excess, all while maintaining a gaze with lowered eyes. He grabs onto your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed, offering you a sloppy kiss, wanting you to taste yourself.

he grabs the reminder of the blunt that was discarded onto your nightstand,relighting it he takes a long drag blowing off the excess smoke.

"Take my pants off for me would you baby" he says and you comply with the request, you see his long shaft hit the bottom of his stomach and you practically drool at the sight. You move to stroke it, but he grabs onto your hand. "Did I tell you to touch me?" he says, and you shake your head in response.

"always so needy for me aren't you sweetheart" he says.

"Chris, please," you express, a clear desire for him to quicken the pace. Yet, he relishes in your evident neediness, wanting the image of you gazing at him with such neediness to be etched into his memory.

Finally choosing to end your anticipation, he grabs onto you and flips you onto all fours. Running the head of his shaft in between your folds, he gradually sinks into you, emitting a groan at the overwhelming sensation, as his eyes fall shut. It proves intoxicating for him, a feeling he swears could be his undoing.

he bunches your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulls you into his chest as he places the blunt in between your lips encouraging you to take a hit as he slides in and out of you. It drove you wild how effortlessly he could multitask, every action of his causing a frenzy within you, yet he appeared composed as if he weren't deeply buried inside you. You exhale when he slides all his inches into you, simultaneously increasing his pace, eliciting a cry of pleasure from you. His hand finds its way to your mouth, muffling your cries, while his mouth brushes against your ears, you hear his shallow breaths.

"shh, just take it all for me " he says as you feel the cackle from his inhale of the blunt. his eyes trained on the way his dick disappears inside you, as your walls enclose around him with each thrust. your hand move to the back of his neck not wanting to fall over by the harsh thrusts he was giving you lightly burying your fingers in his hair as he nips at every inch of skin available to him.

"fuck, you feel so good" he moves to your clit toying with your swollen bud and you feel tears brim your vision and your hands fly up to the hand that silenced your moans pulling at it you turn to look at him, but you are met with a kiss,It's messy and intense, the kind that screams possessiveness, and you're no stranger to that feeling.

The bristles of his stubble tickle your cheeks as you grip the back of his head firmly, wanting him impossibly closer than his current proximity. You try to pull away, but his hands move towards your head, keeping you in place and thwarting your attempt to escape just seconds ago.

Chris finally pulls away, his gaze shifting to your cheeks stained with tears. He then looks at your slightly swollen lips, and his eyes meet yours. He discards the blunt onto the ashtray on your nightstand, annoyed that he couldn't witness how good he was making you feel, he wasn't willing to miss another opportunity for a visual playback when he was away from you.

"fuck this i wanna look at you" he whispers

He wraps both his arms around your torso, carrying you to your vanity. Still buried deep inside you, he places you down on the wooden table, moving you around like a ragdoll he can play with at his convenience.

Truth be told, he wanted every part of your room to remind you of him and only him—from the window he climbed through minutes ago to the bathroom sink he fucked you against last week. He enjoyed the idea of imprinting his presence in your mind, making you nervous to move suddenly. So, you focus on the wall, avoiding his intense gaze.

"You shy now?" he says, resting his forehead against yours to make you look at him. "Hmm, pretty girl?" he whispers against your lips, smiling as he feels your walls squeeze him. His own pleasure grows at the realization that you respond positively to everything he says.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" he asks, continuing to slam his hips into you, causing you to whimper at his harsh thrusts and you stare at him, dazed by him and the substance that started taking a toll on you, making everything ten times more pleasurable. The way he looks at you, studying what you like, and how you're always at his beck and call.

"I'll call you that anytime you want me to," he says, continuing to tease you. His fingers skillfully attend to your clit, intensifying the overwhelming sensations as he maintains a heated gaze. His thrusts show no signs of slowing down, effortlessly hitting that spot you know and love

You nestle your head on his shoulders, feeling his hands reach for your hair, running his fingers through it. "Is it too much for you?" he asks "Cause if you want to be mine," he begins, planting a kiss on your temple, "you're gonna have to handle a lot more " he declares, gripping your face to make you look at him, his eyes low and slightly red from the many hits he took, feeling the burning sensation in your gut intensify everytime you look at him.

"you wanna be mine?" he asks, right against your lips. and you nod, not wanting anything more than him.

"say it. use your words"

"yes chris. I want to be yours " you sob pleading

Chris smiles at your response, halting his thrusts. "Show me how much, show me how no one else could make you feel like this" he says, and you move your hips against his, riding him hastily, eager to reach your peak.

"no one else can, I promise" you whisper as your mind goes blank, slightly cursing at how he could make you do and say the most outrageous things

"Oh, I know that already. I just want you to show me," he replies to your claim, cockily. Chris was the type to get jealous, but all of that went out the window when he sees how you respond to him in moments like these. He knew you wouldn't dare to seek pleasure from someone else,If you ever entertained the idea of seeking pleasure elsewhere, he consistently made it clear who you belonged to, swiftly reestablishing your place and your actions only reinforced his confidence in that belief.

"that's it baby, just like that " he encourages, the pleasure finally gets too much for you, and he takes notice that you were close.

"you gonna cum for me?" he asks observing your face, which exuded pleading, causes him to look at you with a smile.

"Do you think you deserve to?" he questions you, you nod not able to form a reply as he halted your release, you're already severely lightheaded and sensitive. Usually he'd ask you to use your words to tell him what he wanted, but as he observed your face, which exuded pleading, he didn't push you for an answerr

"do it baby" he encourages

It doesn't take much for you to comply with his request. His hands move to your mouth, muffling your sounds as you reach your orgasm. It hits you with such force that your eyesight is veiled with dark spots, flames erupting through the entirety of your body. and he watches you with a prideful expression as you spill your release all over him and the sight alone causes him to spill his release inside you,his grip around your waist tightens, not wanting you to run away.

He places a gentle kiss on your lips as you ride out your second orgasm. Swiftly scanning your face for any signs of discomfort or crossed boundaries, he sighs in relief when he only sees sheer exhaustion and red eyes, influenced by the weed.

"Do you mean what you said, or is it just the blunt talking?" he voices out vulnerably. He watches as you look at him with confusion, but your face changes as you connect the dots

"yes, did you?" you whisper

"I thought I made myself clear when I had you against the sink last week and climbed through your second-story window," he mentions, intertwining your fingers with his. You respond with a lazy chuckle, appreciating his sense of humor.

He pulls out of you slowly, acknowledging your sensitivity,watching how he smoothly withdrew from you, fitting together like a puzzle piece, allowing you a moment to gather your thoughts.

Before you decide to move, you sense Chris's fingers at your entrance, pushing his release back inside you, selfishly reveling in the sight,you attempt to express your sensation through a moan, but instead, his lips meet yours, muting any sound you might make.

@mattsd0ll @loveesiren @christinarowie332 @daddyslilchickenfingers2 @mangosrar @kenzieiskoolaid @sturnphilia @recklesssturniolo

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