Chris And Matt P!Links

Chris and Matt P!Links

summary: a collection of p!links

an: these are all from twitter so make sure to be logged in | watch at your own risk | enjoy watching....

masterlist

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chris who teases you before he puts it in

chris who loves it when you rub yourself over his dick

chris who loves you in reverse cowgirl

chris who loves having you early in the morning

chris when you two have his whole house to yourself

chris who loves seeing how deep he's in you

chris loves it when you're on top of him

chris loves making you squirt for him

chris who puts the late check out into good use

chris fucking loves your tits

matt who can't wait until you two get to your apartment

matt who loves fingering you while having you laying on your belly with your hands tied behind your back

matt loves your silk pajamas, he just has to fuck you in them

matt who loves morning sex

matt just has to fuck you in your new shared apartment

matt who is so passionate about eating you out

matt who suggested to break in the new couch

matt loves when you talk to him

ive been absolutely gatekeeping this photo of chris but i need to share w yall😣😣

when i tell yall i started barking at my phone i am not joking.

your camera roll as matts girlfriend🎀

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CHRIS VERSION

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Fic Recommendations

summary: here is a list of some of my favorite fics/one shots/ headcannons/ etc of matt and chris

cw: none!

an: keep in mind these are just some of my favorites there's way more but i just can't find them :( i will continue to add on to this list!

masterlist

4th july, she's the one by @freshxsturniolo | 4th july is one of my favssss it's a mix of text messages and regular reading & she's the one is so 😞🤍

any fic by @alyrasturnz | her fics are written out so so beautifully

soft launch, traitor pt2, sleeping prank, over again, fighting her for a trend by @vanteguccir | there's way more i love by her but these are just a few

love to late and hardest to love by @xoxo4chrisss | mix of social media and messages

we're getting the band back together by @hvlplvss | social media fic

jealous more often, stress free travel by @042502 | one of my favorite blogs

big sister 2 3 by @teapartyprincess4two | sister!reader love love love

showgirls by @sweetangelgirl7 | ex fwb smut

dealer by @luvsturnii | dealer!chris smut

for the night by @xprakzif | smutty

rapper!chris & singer!y/n headcannons by @pettydollie | absolutely LOVE

sweet talk by @missmimii | so cutesyy

teach me by @evie-sturns | one of the best smut writers imo | fav angst camera

that's life by @sturniolohouse | dad!matt dad!matt dad!matt

teaching chris how to eat pussy by @sturnioz | title is self explanatory

tweets by @summerchris | can you tell i love social media fics 🫣

baby cousin by @confusionmeisss | so so cute

move over by @hollandsangel

to know things like love by @55sturn | also love anything and everything

first sight by @joeshiestyslover

thinking about matts arms. specifically them around my neck.

after a day of hanging out with your best friends, you find yourself curled up on their couch. the glow of the tv was the only reason you could see chris and nick sound asleep, ironically turning to your right and seeing matt wide awake.

you yawn, the exhaustion of the day finally hitting you. matt stands up, offering to take you home as you nod and gather your things. heading out the door and into matts car expecting nothing but a quick trip to your house.

instead, you'd both been sitting in your driveway for a few minutes with nothing but the sound of the neighbourhood to focus on.

you look around, trying to find something else to stare at except for the windshield. the door handle, the display screen, the gearshift — oh, and matts arms.

he feels your eyes on him, finally breaking out of whatever trance he was in and blowing out a breath that he didn't know he'd been holding. matt stares at you. you stare back.

"oh fuck! oh matt!" you moan out in the backseat of the car. he's flush against your back with his arms around your hickey covered neck, pounding into you at an alarming pace.

"gonna cum for me again? huh?" he pants, voice deep and raspy and making you impossibly wetter. you nod in response, in return he tightens his arms around your neck in a way that makes you moan even louder.

"i want words, sweetheart. can you talk? or have i fucked the words out of you?" he asks through a smile, unwrapping an arm from your neck and trailing it down to rub circles onto your clit.

"yeah." you respond dumbly, lips parted as soft ah ah ah's leave your mouth. he laughs at your response, feeling you clench around him as a sign that you're close.

"yeah." he mocks you, rubbing your clit faster and watching the way you squirm in his hold.

you're completely at his mercy, his tattooed arm around your neck holding you upright has you tumbling over the edge of your orgasm. you start to shake underneath him, letting out a choked sob and panting.

he's right behind you as you feel him shoot up into you. he falls back against the car, bringing him with you as you lay against his chest.

"i think you gotta let me in now" he says, letting out a breathy laugh and nodding towards your door as you catch your breath.

Thank you ✧˖° Chris Sturniolo

Summary: Chris shows how grateful he is for you driving him around all day Warnings: Smut, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, munch! chris, use of 'ma', squirting, gratitude Wordcount: 1.3k

The car door swings closed behind Chris as he climbs back into the passenger seat, tossing a bag into the back seat and pulling his seatbelt across his body. Your hand shifts on the gears as you begin reversing out of the car park, speaking over your shoulder to Chris “alright, home now? Finally.” 

You shift the car back into drive and pull out onto the road to head back to Chris’s house but he shakes his head, a grin spreading across his face. “Not yet, one more stop. Turn up here,” he gestures off to the right, a small road heading behind the big park. You throw Chris a confused look, all the errands he had listed to you at the start of the day were done. 

He had bought a present for one of his mates, returned some faulty item to a store you’d never heard of, collected a parcel that was waiting at the post office, dropped off a shirt he had borrowed from someone who lives halfway across town. You had been dragged through several clothing stores as he hunted for an outfit for some influencer event next week, you had waited patiently in the car while he got his haircut. The whole day had been spent driving every which way around the entire city and you thought you were finally done with everything on Chris’s list, but apparently not. 

The small road winds and turns, climbing up the hill running behind the park, before eventually meeting a deadend at a small parking lot looking over the city. You pull the car into one of the spots and kill the engine, turning to look at Chris quizzically. “I don’t remember this being on the list of errands for today?”

Chris’s grin quickly turns to a smirk as he unbuckles his seat belt and reaches over to do the same with yours, “well I added it, figured I should thank you for driving me around all day.”

You blink at Chris blankly, not sure if you’re hearing him correctly. You had always found him attractive secretly but you were such good friends you hadn’t wanted to risk that by telling making a move. But here he is, suggesting it like it is the most normal thing in the world. 

Chris chuckles at the look of shock on your face and leans towards you, whispering, “c’mon ma, come in the back with me. Let me say thank you.” He trails a finger along your jaw as he speaks, his eyes fixed on yours, examining them for your reaction. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod your head slightly.

Chris’s grin widens and he crawls through the space between your seats into the back of the car, sitting on his knees and watching you clamber through after him. Thoughts race through your mind as you plop down in the middle seat next to Chris, unsure of what to do next.  

Thankfully, Chris eases your awkwardness. His right hand brushing against your cheek softly before trailing his fingers down your jaw. Sparks run along your skin under his touch, your heart speeding up and a warmth now flowing through your body. You swallow dryly, meeting Chris’s eyes as his fingers come to a halt under your chin, his thumb caressing softly over your bottom lip. “Lie back for me, pretty girl,” Chris coos, gently guiding your body down against the back seat of your car. 

Your heart is racing as his hands trail up and down the side of your thighs. He starts fiddling with the hem of your shorts. “These are so pretty on ya,” he pulls on the hem, looking up at you with questioning eyes. “--can I take em off?” he asks. Nodding at him, he smiles warmly, sliding off the clothing and tossing it to the floor. His eyes are glued to your newly exposed skin hungrily as he licks over his lips.

Chris’s hands run up and down the skin of your thighs, coming to a halt at your knees and pressing them apart with his palms as he leans his body forward. His face now in line with your dripping heat, his breath fanning over your skin, the anticipation sending sparks through your body. Chris’s lips kiss against your inner thigh, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. He mutters a small “thank you, ma..” before placing another sloppy kiss slightly further down your thigh, “--mm thank you.”  

“Wanna make you feel so good ma, you’ve done so much f’me today…”  Chris mumbles against your thighs, his kisses trailing closer and closer to your now aching core, continuing with his flood of small gratitudes between each kiss. His eyes are locked on the glistening wetness dripping from between your folds. Your hips wiggle slightly under his gaze, desperate for some sort of friction and your voice is shaky, “mhmm, Chris please– make me feel good.”

Chris lets out a soft groan at your invitation, his eyes meeting yours as he brings his mouth down. He trails his tongue lightly up your slit and over your clit in one slow movement, maintaining his lingering gaze as the warmth of his mouth envelopes your senses. Your lips part as a heavy moaned breath releases, the relief of finally having the contact you were craving washing over you.

Your hand travels down to lace through Chris’s hair as he begins to get lost in your taste. His tongue dances around your clit perfectly as the knot in your stomach begins to build. Chris’s fingers circle around your entrance, coating themselves in your slick before slowly pushing two digits inside. 

Your mouth hangs open, strings of lewd moans falling uncontrollably as Chris thrusts his fingers expertly in and out of your soaked pussy. His fingers curling upwards to hit just the right spot with each movement causing a blissful pressure to build in your lower abdomen. His tongue never slows its wet movements against your clit as his fingers and mouth move in perfect harmony. The wet, warmth of Chris’s mouth is driving you insane, causing your back to arch off the seat and your legs to clamp around his head. 

Your fingers tug on his hair as your moans grow louder, the pleasure building in your stomach threatening to overflow at any moment. Chris’s small mumbles of “thank you” between each movement of his tongue getting lost under the lewd moans escaping your mouth.

“Chris, ah–”

“C’mon, ma. Let it out, you can do it– mm, let me repay you” he moans against you, his muffled voice sending vibrations through you and amplifying the pleasure his skillful tongue is bringing you. His lips lock around your clit again, this time sucking it further into his mouth as his tongue flicks over the sensitive bud. His movements grow hungrier as your moans grow breathy and your legs start to shake around his head.

Chris grows intoxicated by your sweet moans and the way your body writhes under him with pleasure, his fingers pressing harder upwards against your sweet spot. “That’s it, give it t’me” he hisses. His face pushing impossibly closer against your wetness as his movements become more desperate, chasing your high. 

“F-fuck, Chris! I’m gonna–” your cry is cut off by a shaky moan as your pleasure finally overflows. Your eyes blur in a haze of pleasure as your muscles spasm. You feel your wet release splash against Chris’s face, his tongue happily lapping it up with a deep groan. His lips are still attached firmly to your dripping cunt as he mutters endless strings of gratitude into your skin, kisses trailing up and down your folds as he licks off any remaining juices. 

“Thank you…” Chris pants as he sits up, his chin glistening with your slick as he smiles down at you, “thank you.”

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