This Edit Genuinely Ruined My Fucking Life

this edit genuinely ruined my fucking life

matt. babe. i will.

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First - Chris Sturniolo

summary: where your boyfriend of 4 months, chris, finally builds up the courage to ask you to touch him for the first time, it leads to much more.

contains: smut, first time sex with chris, blowjob, gentle!chris, fluff.

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chris sits next to me on the couch, his body is visibly tense and he’s fidgeting with his nails.

“you okay?” i whisper, placing a hand on his thigh.

he nods quickly, his lips pressed into a thin line.

my eyes flicker back down to my phone as i continue to aimlessly scroll through it, but something is off with chris.

i haven’t seen him act this anxious since when he asked me to be his girlfriend, almost 5 months ago.

chris and i have been dating for 4 months, we’ve done almost everything except sex. we’ve made out, but it’s never got as far as actual sex. i’ve always wanted to, although i have a fear of being horrible in bed with chris.

“chrisss come on” i press, crawling onto his lap.

i adjust myself on his lap and his hands fly up to his face, he lets out a long groan.

“sorry- am i too heavy” i whisper,

“no sweetheart.” chris speaks, his hands flying up to my hips to steady me.

“just tell me what’s wrong with you.” i say peppering kisses all over his face.

“it’s so embarrassing.” he mumbles,

“chris.” i warn,

he’s done a lot of embarrassing things in the time that we’ve been together, and i’m sure this thing that’s bothering him isn’t about to top them.

“we never talk about things like this- i don’t know.” he sighs,

i tilt my head at him, “chris… you’ve got to tell me,” i state with a fake pout.

“okay- just shut up” he laughs, covering his face again.

i smile at him, waiting for him to start speaking.

“like- so you know how we’ve been together for ages.” he starts,

i nod, chris is avoiding eye contact as he speaks to me.

“and we’ve never really done anything sexual together..?” he whispers,

my heart rate quickens, “i’m sorry-“ i start but he cuts me off,

“no- don’t apologise, i don’t mind whatsoever.” he assured me,

“it’s just, you’re really pretty, and having you around the house so much and not being able to do stuff with you is really throwing me off a little bit.” chris says, now looking into my eyes,

“i’m like, really sexually frustrated.” he groans,

i grin slightly,

“i was gonna ask if you could.. uh- touch me maybe.” he whispers.

i nod, “i can do that for you.”

he swallows harshly, “really?”

i smile at him, “yeah! i just don’t know if i’ll be too good at it, i’ve only done this once.” i whisper.

he nods, “no yeah- same, me too”

i stand up from his lap, looking over at him as he sits spread across the couch.

i slowly lower myself onto my knees infront of him.

my manicured nails find their way to his thighs, i slowly guide them apart.

i scoot between his legs, he looks down at me with wide eyes.

i start to feel my cheeks heat up, chris is basically my bestfriend alongside being my boyfriend, it feels weird to be on my knees for him.

i drag my nails up his thighs towards his crotch, my hand trail across the waistband of his light gray sweatpants.

“god-“ he whispers, his eyes trained on me.

i slowly peel his sweatpants down his legs, revealing his black boxers

my heart thumps as i look up at chris, i’m about to see my boyfriend of almost 5 months’s dick.

chris looks equally as nervous, his cheeks a dark red.

my hand shakes slightly as i reach for the waistband of his boxers.

“why are you shaking-“ chris laughs breathlessly,

“sorry,” i laugh nervously,

“i promise you it doesn’t matter if you’re total shit at doing this, i’ve only had one experience and it was absolutely terrible. my standards are looow.” chris smiles down at me.

i nod, reach down into his boxers and pulling out his length.

fuck.

my eyes widen as i hold it in my hand, it’s massive.

i stare shamelessly at it for far too long, chris bounces his leg up and down nervously.

“is it bad?” chris blurts out,

“jesus- fuck, no.” i state,

he runs a hand through his hair,

“you’re really killing me right now.” chris sighs,

i’ve been holding his dick without doing anything for several minutes now.

“sorry, uh- did you know your dick is like statistically massive.” i ask, stroking chris’s ego.

“oh my god shut uppp, you’re such a nerd.” he groans, his cheeks flushing further.

i slowly start to pump his cock, occasionally running my thumb over his tip.

he lets out whimpers, “y/n, oh my god-“

he throws his head back, his eyes squeezed shut.

i slowly wrap my plump lips around his tip, earning several curses from chris.

“holy shit!” he raises his voice, his tone whiny.

i swirl my tongue around his tip, my hand slowly wraps around his cock, chris lets out a choked moan.

i drag my tongue up his length, from the base to just under the tip.

chris’s leg shakes, overwhelming amounts of desperation coursing through his body.

“y/n- you don’t understand what you’re doing to me” he whines,

his large hand snakes around to the back of my head, his fingers subconsciously twisting my hair in random directions.

i force as much of his dick i can take down my throat, a small hum escaping my throat as i squeeze my eyes shut.

“you’re so good- so good-“ chris groans, his head tilting back.

i look up at him through my eyelashes, his neck and jaw on full display as his head tips back further.

“i’m not gonna last long- fuck!” chris whines.

i twist whatever i can’t fit in my mouth with my hands, squeezing lightly.

chris arches his back off the couch, bucking his hips up, forcing him further down my throat.

“you’re so pretty- i’m so- so close-“ chris babbles random sentences,

suddenly he lightly pulls my head off his dick, he strokes himself a few more times before finishing on my face.

i squeeze my eyes shut as spurts of white paint my face.

“oh my god!-“ chris groans, his eyes wide and fixed on me.

i slowly open my eyes with a small breathless laugh,

“you are insane.” i laugh to chris, he looks completely and utterly embarrassed.

he covers his face, leaving a small crack between his fingers to look at my face still.

"i dont think i meant to do that." he whispers with a nervous laugh.

he peels his hands away from his face and tugs off his shirt,

he holds his shirt up to my face and dabs my skin clean gently, a small grimace on his face.

"im sorry." he mumbles shyly,

"dont apologise, that was so hot." i state, chris pauses his movements.

his hands fly to under my arms, he lifts me up off my knees and onto the couch beside him.

chris sits up on his knees, he shifts closer to me on the couch.

"lay down." chris says, his voice more hoarse now.

i look up at him as he hovers above me,

i slowly lay down on the fabric of the couch, chris stares down at me.

he holds eye contact for a painfully long time, the sexual tension building between us.

chris brings his palms to the insides of my thighs, dragging his fingertips up and down the plush of my legs.

he slowly pushes my thighs apart, making me spread my legs for him.

"can i.. take these off?" chris asks quietly, tracing his fingers over the waistband of my shorts.

i nod frantically.

chris drags my shorts down my legs, his cheeks flushing a deep red as he reveals my pink lacy thong.

he throws my shorts somewhere across the room, his eyes fixed between my legs.

my heart flutters in my chest as chris locks eyes with me again.

chris hoops his fingers over the waistband of my panties, tugging them down my thighs.

he quickly leans back and places them in the pocket of his discarded sweatpants.

i furrow my eyebrows with a small smirk, but chris quickly turns his attention back to me.

"can you spread you're legs a little bit more f'me?" chris speaks, looking into my eyes.

i spread my legs as far as i can for him,

chris lets out a soft sigh, his eyes now trained on my pussy.

he just sits between my legs, staring shamelessly for several seconds.

"you have such a pretty- fuck-" chris rambles,

"thank you.." i whisper nervously, staring around the living room.

i subconsciously start to close my legs, getting shy.

chris places two palms on my thighs, pushing my legs back apart.

"dont." he mumbles, positioning himself over me.

he face hovers above mine, our lips inches apart.

he grabs my chin and tilts my head upwards, revealing my neck for him.

chris places an opened mouth kiss on my neck, sucking on the soft skin.

i let out a breathless moan, causing chris to trail downwards.

"you're so beautiful, y'know that?" chris whispers into my neck.

chris kisses my collarbone, just above the neckline of shirt.

"chris- i need you" i groan,

he nods, "do you? tell me where you need me."

my cheeks flush, chris's face hovers right above mine.

"inside." i mutter into chriss ear.

"yeah?" he grins,

his hand reaches down to the hem of my shirt, his hand snakes up to my chest.

"no bra?" chris smiles cockily, making me even more flustered than i already am.

he pinches my nipple between his two fingers, rolling it between his finger tips.

a whimper falls from my lips, earning a small chuckle from chris.

i feel myself quite literally dripping onto the fabric of the couch, god i cant believe chris is doing this to me right now.

chris suddenly pulls my shirt off my head, im now completely revealed on the couch under him,

chris's eyes roam over my body, "you are so 'fuckin perfect, so turned on right now." he mutters,

"please- pleasepleaseplease" i start to get embarrassingly desperate for chris,

my arousal is dripping down my thighs, which chris picks up on.

he sits on his knees between my legs, his fingers trace up my thighs, the wetness coating his fingers.

"jesus christ- you are soaked." he mumbles, his finger drag up over my slit,

i let out a pathetic gasp, he presses his fingertip inside of me.

he slowly pulls his finger away, earning a needy whine from me.

"tell me what you want sweetie." chris says, his hands resting on my spread knees.

"i want your dick chris- want you to fuck me for the first time." i shamelessly start rambling, unable to control myself now, im so horny that i would be willing to say or do just about anything for chris's cock right now.

"thats my good girl." chris sighs, i watch as he takes his length into his hand.

he slowly presses his tip up to my clit, before dragging it through my folds.

by now im not even processing what im saying, i think everything thats coming out of my mouth is purely on impluse, trying to speed up the process of chris finally fucking me,

"chris- chris ive wanted this for so long please- please." i ramble on, but im cut off by chris pushing his tip inside of me.

i gasp, it already makes me feel so full.

he slowly fucks just the tip in and out of me, he grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist.

he's not going fast like i expected, hes actually going as slow as possible, wanting to savour every moment of this.

"god you are SO tight.” chris almost growls, beads of sweat form on his forehead from how hard he is holding back,

“more- more!” i demand, chris nods,

“yeah? think you can take more of my cock?” he replies hoarsely, i nod frantically.

he slowly pushes deeper inside of me, strings of moans exiting my mouth.

he leans foward, his face inches from mine again. which allows me to hear the noises falling from his raw lips.

his hands grip my hip tightly as he finally bottoms out, his tip resting against my cervix.

"you okay?" chris whispers,

"oh- oh my god chris." i whine, my hands reaching up and gripping his bare back.

"feel so good, dont 'ya?" he mumbles, slowly pulling out to his tip.

he gently pushes back inside of me, a small whimper falling from chris's mouth.

"chris-" i groan,

"i know, i know, feels good doesn't it?" chris coo's, he presses a kiss to my forehead as he slowly thrusts in, and out of me.

"faster-" i babble, chris nods.

he picks up his pace with each thrust, his hair flopping on his forehead.

he cages his arms on each side of my head, i wrap my arm round his bicep.

"im so close chris-" i whine, each time he pushes inside of me he hits a specific spot.

"already?" his tone his lower now, more raspy as he builds closer to his release.

i arch my back off the couch, the new angle driving both of us crazy.

i feel the knot in my stomach tightening, my moans become more dramatic and the grip i have on chris's bicep tightening.

"such pretty noises." chris mutters, his thrusts become more sloppy and unhinged.

with a scream of chris's name i finally finish.

i clench around him, tingles rushing through my whole body. "chris! oh my GOD"

"holy- fuck-" chris breathes,

he releases inside of me shortly after my orgasm,

chris collapses ontop of me, burying his face into the crook of my neck as he breathes heavily.

i grip his back,

"i love you so much- 'wanted that for so so long baby." chris rambles on,

he peppers kisses all over my neck, sucking lightly on the skin.

i throw my head back, panting heavily.

"thank you- thank you chris" i breathe.

he lays his heavy body ontop of me for several minutes before sitting up.

he slowly pulls out of me with a slick pop, i wince from overstimulation.

i sigh from the feeling of being so empty now.

he picks me up off the couch, holding me in his large arms.

"chris, i have needed that for so long." i bury my face into his collarbone.

he rubs my back with a small laugh,

"im concerned on how i managed to go 4 months without that." chris sighs,

i giggle nervously, "im sorrryy!"

"why are you apologising, im the one who was too shy to ask." he laughs back,

chris throws me a couple feet into the air, earning a loud squeal from me. he catches me back in his arms before peppering small kisses all over my scrunched up face.

"i loooove you" chris says in between kisses,

"chriss!!" i whine with a large grin.

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breeding kink Matt!!!

LAWDDDDDD i will BUST i don't play about breeding kink matt...

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matt watches your fucked out face contort into pleasure as he continuously thrusts his cock into you, whilst you fist the sheets on the side of you.

"oh matt, fuck," you'd moan, back arched impossibly higher for him.

"s'good for me, fuck, always good," he'd moan lowly, one hand going to press the bulge on your stomach, "shit baby, y'feel me deep inside ya?"

"m-matt, i- please..."

your strangled moans intertwine with the slapping of skin, matt watching with a dark expression the way his cock goes in and out of you. fuck, he thinks, you'd look so gorgeous carrying his kids.

"gonna cum soon, angel," he moans, whimpering slightly as your nails scratch his back, "gonna fill you up, yeah? fuck, i wan' give you my kids, gonna look so pretty..."

the thought of carrying his children has his cock twitching inside of you, letting him know how close he was to letting go. "m'close, please..."

"g'head, cum f'me baby," matt growls in you ear, which is enough to send you over the edge.

you mewl out his name, your orgasm crashing over you — your pussy clenches around him, and he lets out a moan as he feels himself on the brink.

"fuck- gonna fill this pussy up," matt babbles, thrusts becoming sloppier, "gonna give you my babies...fuckin' shit, you'd like that, wouldn't you, sweetheart?"

"fuck, i'm cumming..."

his cock twitches inside of you, his white, hot cum painting your gummy walls with his release as multiple obscenities slip past his lips while he thrusts sloppily — he continues riding his orgasm out, before pulling out of you.

before you'd had the chance to move, he takes his fingers and shoves every last drop of his cum into your sensitive cunt, causing to you yelp out.

"matt? the fuck?" you hiss at him, but he'd just grin at you.

"thought i was jokin' when i said i want you carrying my kids?"

vanilla - c.s.

requested: yes!!

synopsis: after a lengthy relationship, chris decides to try and surprise you on your 7 month anniversary. it doesn’t go how he planned, and he feels bad.

warnings: SMUT OH MY FUCK. just very aggressive (no major abuse or violence), degrading, choking, hair-pulling, overstimulation, use of safe word, aftercare, angst (happy ending tho!!), i don’t think anything else but lmk!!

a/n: i think it’s about time i write smth about chris and feed y’all. so, eat up!! (also i tried to put a picture and it literally wouldn’t let me😭)

you and chris never really thought about kinks or anything like that. you had talked about it, but the furthest you two ever went was just filming it once or twice. even then, it was still very vanilla. it was soft, enjoyable, and not very rough.

chris wanted to change that.

“so, wait. are we going somewhere?”

“we can, but that’s not the surprise.”

chris kind of smirked, knowing that his surprise was not something you expected.

“can you just tell me? it almost dark out and we’be barely done anything all day except for you making me a nice breakfast. which, i did appreciate by the way.”

“you’re welcome, and no. i’m not telling you.”

he tapped his fingertips together and chuckled lightly. he liked surprising you. he’d done it multiple times before. a bouquet on your door step, a new pair of expensive heels, even flying home early from boston and not telling you. it was his thing.

and tonight was a surprise.

-

at 9:30 pm, you started to get ready for bed. you almost did it in protest for how you and chris barely did anything today.

“oooh, what’s this? toner? replace the t with a b.”

he giggled. how dare he? after not giving you a major day like he does every other anniversary?

you kept a straight face, not breaking eye contact with your face in the mirror as you kept applying serums and creams.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing, chris.”

he knew that whenver you ended a sentence with his name, you were mad.

“look, how about i meet you in the bedroom in five minutes, and make it up to you?”

you let a little smile show, remembering that your surprise to him was a peachy-orange lingerie set that hugged you in all the right places and showed all the right skin.

“fine.”

-

it started slow and sweet, like always.

but it slowly turned into more.

he went from having you on your back with him lightly laying on you to flipping you onto all fours and ripping the new lingerie set off— literally.

“chris-“

“shut up and take it. i know you can, slut.”

it felt good, the way he was pounding into you.

what didn’t feel good was him calling you the one word you didn’t like. after he started pulling your hair, it all felt real.

were you really just some toy he used? was this his breaking point where he realized he didn’t actually like or respect you like he pretended?

“chris, i don’t-“

he pushed your face into the pillow, tightening his grip on your hair.

“i said shut the fuck up. god, you really are just some slut who thinks she can do anything she wants.”

tears started welling in your eyes. they only strengthened when he started swatting your ass and digging his free hand into your back.

it hurt. like, actually hurt. but he wouldn’t listen.

he was never like this. chris? be aggressive? especially in such a vulnerable moment? never. until now.

after almost suffocating with your face in the pillow for what felt like hours, you tried to shift your face over just enough to be able to breathe. it was hard, with his grip on your hair pushing your head down into it.

eventually, you were able to properly breathe. you started breathing heavier and heavier. not from pleasure, but from overstimulation. from pain.

“i- i can’t! chris!”

he could barely hear you over his grunts and the sounds of skin slapping loudly.

“cant.. can’t what? slut can’t use her words now?”

you tried, but he was causing you so much pain that the tears were taking over. so much so, that you just broke.

what he thought were breaths and tears of pleasure started to settle in, and he finally realized. your pillow and face wet with a taste of salt, and your heart pounding so bad you started shaking.

he slowed down, moving your messy, wet hair out of your face.

“vanilla! vanilla!”

your safe word. you never needed it before, but you guys thought of it after having sex the first or second time. he always wanted you to know you were in control of what was happening too. in a sort of inside joke/mockery, he made it “vanilla”.

“hey- hey.”

he took a second to gather himself and pull out, sitting next to you on the bed. your body fell limp on the sheets.

“what’s wrong-“

“no!”

he tried to rub your shoulder, but your yelling frightened him. it should’ve. the way he caused you the pain he did was horrible.

“hey-“

“just- stop! what-“

your crying intensified, leaving him with a concerned look.

“what made you think that was okay?!”

you tried to stand, stabling yourself with a hand on the bed and the other holding a throw blanket to cover your body.

“what do you mean-“

“what do i mean? chris- you just.. started going crazy! it felt good at first, but you pulled my hair, you dug your nails into my back! you- you called me a slut!”

“i thought-“

“no you didn’t! you didn’t think at all!”

it finally hit him.

that word.

the one word he promised to never use.

“baby- i didn’t mean any of it!”

“then why’d you do it!”

tears turning into anger at his stupidity slowly dried up.

“i thought it would be a nice surprise for our anniversary! but, i’m sorry. i forgot about that word.”

that word was used against you everyday in highschool, ever since you gave some kid a handjob at the park. anytime you wore something even slightly revealing. it opened a floodgate for name-calling.

the tears started up again once silence filled the bedroom.

again, chris was never like this. you always thought he would provide the comfort you so desperately needed in your life. however, it seemed like he thought otherwise.

chris stood up, walked around the bed, and engulfed you in his arms. after realizing that he truly didn’t mean it (doesn’t make it okay, but it’s good he realized he was in the wrong), you hugged him back.

“how about we clean up. can i help you with that?”

you sniffled while stepping back from him. you dropped the blanket and wiped your eyes.

“yeah.”

you spoke softly, still trying to catch light breaths.

he grabbed your hand, leading you the bathroom.

he started the shower, grabbing your coconut body wash out of the bathroom closet along with a soft, white towel.

after getting you into the perfectly-warm shower, he started to clean you up. he didn’t let you move a muscle. he made sure you were fully clean and taken care of before even thinking about himself. he grazed your body with the loofah, making sure every inch was perfectly covered.

“i really am sorry, baby. i didn’t mean to take it that far. i think i just got too excited. i’ll never do it again, i can promise you that.”

“a warning would’ve been nice. i get why you did it. throw in a little variety, or whatever. but that word really set me off.”

“i know, i know.”

he kissed the back of your damp head, making sure you knew he meant his sorrow.

“i forgot. but, no excuse. how about now i dry you off and get you into some comfy clothes, hm?”

his tone was low but sweet. your heart stopped racing, your breath caught up, and your mind was at ease.

“okay.”

after he dried you off, still not letting you do it yourself, he grabbed your hand to lead back into the bedroom. while you were sat patiently on the edge of the bed, he rummaged through drawers and shelves looking for your favorite sleep shirt and a pair of under wear with comfortable shorts.

“this good?”

“yes. thank you.”

“stand up, please.”

you dropped your towel, letting him glide the extra large graphic tee over your head. you lifted each leg as he slid the underwear up, then doing the same with the loose shorts.

“get comfy in bed, i got some treats for you earlier.”

“really? thank you, chris.”

“anything for my girl. she deserves nothing but the best, so i try all for her.”

he kissed your forehead before you slid into the bed, pulling the thick comforter over your body and turning on your favorite show.

-

you fell asleep in eachothers arms, but not until he gave you a lengthy apology.

you know he didn’t mean it, but he needed you to remember he wouldn’t do it again.

his heartbeat under your head lulled you into a deep slumber. a soft, orange light coming from the lamp in the corner of the bedroom mixed with the tv still playing your favorite show made just enough light for you to not have any other worries that night. an open bag of the tastiest chocolate on the nightstand next to two open soda cans had filled your stomach and your heart. the soft laugh tracks in the background and fan lightly blowing on you gave you the comfort you needed.

the biggest comfort was chris’ concern.

he loves you.

you love him.

that’s all you need.

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AHHHH ITS DONEEEEEEE!!!!! i pray that this is as good as y’all are expecting 😭😭 but seriously though, i thank y’all for the support. i’m at 300 followers already (WHAT THE FUCK) and i couldn’t have done it without you guys. love y’all!! mwah!!💋❣️🌺

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