Mngh

mngh

𓈒𓏸 𖦹 jealous ⸝⸝ 🍋‍🟩 .ᐟ ׄ ׅ ྀ

pairing; ex!chris x sub!reader

summary; a week after your break up your bestfriend kaitlynn throws a party. what happens when you stumble across your ex chris there?

! 3rd person p.o.v & reader’s p.o.v !

warnings; SMUT, p in v (riding), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap everyone!), car sex, pet names (baby, sweetheart, slut, whore), overstimulation, hair pulling, choking.

authors note; this is for my friend paula so😊😊😊 @chrissturniolos1wife :3 also sorry this is poorly written i was watching larray the whole time.

word count; 947

chris : orange

paula : pink

katelynn / others : green

loud music blasts through paula’s ears as she stumble’s around. her bestfriend katelynn threw a party and after an hour she’s already done.

paula has a pepsi in her right hand as she pushes through groups of people, bumping into someone as she feel’s her pepsi spilling everywhere.

“oh fuck, i’m so-“ paula start’s saying as she realizes what happened, looking up to see who she spilled it on. she quickly stop’s as she notices her ex chris standing in front of her with a stain of pepsi now on his white t shirt.

“paula? the hell you ‘doin at a party,” chris says as he looks down at the girl. rolling her eyes paula turns around from him as she start’s walking away. he’s always the one to start something so she tries to get away from it before it happens.

she hear’s loud footsteps behind her as hands land onto paula’s waist, spinning the girl around as she is now once again met face to face with chris. “what the hell do you want chris,” paula mumble as she tries to not look at the boy.

“you never replied,” he says as paula feels his hot breath on her ear. paula shrugs as she tries to walk off once again but chris tightens his grip.

“stop being a fuckin’ brat and answer me paula,” chris spits out. “i don’t have to answer you, we aren’t dating anymore chris.”

“your still mine, so don’t be like that and just reply it’s not that fucking hard,” he says once more as paula roll’s her eyes at the boy. chris lets out a low chuckle as he grabs her wrists and drags her around the living room until they meet the front door. chris quickly opens it and slams the door as he drags the girl to his car.

“get in the backseat,” chris breathes out as he watches paula climb into the backseat, laying back as her head rests against the car window. “fuck chris,” paula says as she watches chris climb in and slam the door behind him, leaning on top of her.

the view is nostalgic. the silver chain swinging from his neck as his curls lay perfectly on his forehead. “we gonna do this or what baby?” he whispers as his lips ghosts hers, his breath hitting her lips. paula quickly nods but chris shakes his head.

“words baby, it’s not that hard,” chris says. “yes chris, please,” paula replies quickly as chris smashes his lips against hers. he flips them over as paula straddles him.

chris runs his hands up and down her body as their lips messily move together. a whimper escapes from paula’s mouth which gives chris access to enter his tounge into her mouth.

after what feels like forever of kissing, chris pulls away. he messes with the hem of her skirt as he pulls it off of her. chris then unzips his jeans as he pulls them down to his thighs, removing his underwear with it.

“can you take ‘em off sweetheart?” chris whispers as he places kisses down her jaw to her neck. paula slides her underwear down and throws them to the front seats.

he slowly slides himself in as paula lets out a breathy moan, “chris, shittt,” paula whispers as she tries to get use to his length once again. no matter how many times they’ve had sex, it took her forever to get use to his length.

“fuck you feel so good baby,” chris groans out as his hands move to her waist to move her up and down on his length. “chris, faster— please,” paula whimpers as she wraps her arms around him and nuzzles her face into his neck.

“god ur such a slut,” he tells her as he fastens his pace, thrusting himself into her rougher. a pornopgrahic moan escapes paula’s lips as she feels chris move his left hand to her throat and squeeze it.

“i’ve been craving this, have you?” paula just moans in response which causes chris to grip onto her throat tighter and speed up. “answer me you whore,” chris demands. “shittt chris- i’ve craved this forever!”

paula’s jaw drops slowly as she feels herself get closer, “mgh- fuck! don’t stop, right there chris!” she loudly yells as chris’s thrusts get sloppier.

“cmon baby, cum,” he replies as he feels himself get closer and closer. paula releases onto his length as she throws her head back.

“gonna cum in you, is that okay?” “yes chris, please,” paula slightly begs as he feels himself shoot his load into her. he brings his thumb down to her rub her as he continues to thrust into her.

“you think you can give me one more?” he says as paula nods, whimpering loudly. “god you take it so good,” chris groans out loudly as his thumb fastens on her.

“to much, to much!” paula moans out as she feels chris slowly move his hand from her bud to her hair, shaping it into a ponytail and pulling it.

“cmon, take it like the slut you are,” chris says as he feels her cum once more onto him, a smirk plastering his face. “atta girl.”

“god i’ve missed you,” he says as he places a kiss on her forehead. “can we just sit here for a minute?” paula asks as chris nods, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

the toes part actually has me

You think they be taking nudes or got some freaky shit in their “my eyes only”

100%..... but i just know they got some dick pics with their fucking toes flexed in the background :/

agreed

chris does not hide that he is an ass man

always said it.

WIAT!!!!!

My knees are Buckling

JUSTIN IS FINE ASLLLL IDC

DUDE OH MY GOD IM ACRUALLY SO SAD????

𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒 - matthew sturniolo

pairing. softdom!mat x sub!reader

genre. angst, smut

content warnings. explicit content, angst (no happy ending), oral, unprotected sex, creampie. MDNI

summary. you once thought that you and matt were destined to be together, so leaving to pursue your dreams didn't concern you. because you would always find each other in the end, right?

note: i suggest listening to white ferrari while reading this. (or any other sad song if frank ocean is not your vibe) enjoy my pooks, i nearly cried way too many times writing this.

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your heart raced as you reread the illuminated words—once, twice, three times.

you couldn't believe it. the job opportunity you've dreamed of since childhood was right there, displayed on the bright screen in front of you.

for a instant, it felt like time stood still, the world around you fading into a blur as your attention fixated solely on the computer screen.

this was it. every ounce of effort, every sleepless night, and every midnight coffee run had led to this one, singular moment.

"you did it!" your boyfriend shrieked beside you, shaking your shoulders to snap you out of your trance.

matt pulled you into a hug, his comforting cologne engulfing your senses as you melted into his embrace. tears of happiness welled in your eyes while he tenderly cradled the back of your head in his hand.

“i’m so proud of you, baby.” he whispered before pressing his lips against the top of your head—drawing you infinitely close to him.

both of you stood at your kitchen island, intertwined intimately like the moon and the stars as your bodies bathed in the comforting glow of the hanging lights.

matt knew how much this meant to you, frequently bringing food and keeping you company in your studio as you diligently updated your portfolio. and he knew you deserved it more than anyone else.

“i love you so much, matt.” you sniffled into his chest. matt gently withdrew to gaze into your eyes, his own glimmering with pride.

“let’s go celebrate, yeah?” his bright blue orbs flicked between yours. you smiled, nodding as matt’s thumb gingerly brushed away your tears.

matt turned over his shoulder, linking his arm with yours while unhooking his keys from the carabiner dangling from his belt loop.

you nestled your head against him, humming in contentment before giving his bicep a tight squeeze.

“ow kid, you’re gonna rip my arm off.” he giggled, playfully nudging you with his shoulder.

your footsteps echoed beneath the moonlit sky as matt swung open the van door, gesturing for you to enter.

you knew exactly where matt was going to take you—your special lookout, tucked away behind the trees and reserved for the two of you.

and so you sat in the wilderness, bickering like an old couple and playfully tossing fries at each other as you just talked. about life, about your future family, and everything in between.

a tiny pang tugged at the back of your mind, knowing that you’d have to leave this life behind for now. but it’ll all work out right?

you set aside the thought; all that mattered now was spending time with the people you loved.

you cherished every second you spent in this tiny town, not allowing any of the time to slip through your fingers. there was never a single moment of worry because you knew that matt would always have your back.

it would all work out just how you planned.

it didn’t strike you until you held one another the night before your flight, crying in each others arms while the soft pitter-patter of the rain drummed against matt’s car.

it was too good to be true.

matt would inevitably have to leave for LA with his brothers to pursue his youtube career, while you were destined to move to the other side of the country. you were both going to be occupied with your own lives, and that's simply how it was meant to be.

you both decided it was best to call it off that night.

“you know i’ll always love you.” matt mumbled into your ear, voice breaking as he gently stroked your hair.

you sobbed against him, clutching his hoodie tightly between your fingertips as if he might vanish into thin air. matt shushed you while his fingers tenderly brushed under your jaw.

he lifted your chin, gazing into your eyes with a mix of sadness and guilt. he promised to be there for you no matter what, and now he was leaving this behind.

“you’re so beautiful.” he whispered—warm breath caressing your pink lips. matt furrowed his eyebrows, thickly swallowing before gently pressing his lips against yours. an innocent kiss that he wanted to savor.

you melted into his touch as he pulled you onto his lap. he hooked his arms around you while you cupped his cheek, deepening the kiss. your lips, wet with tears, danced beautifully together.

matt led you to the back seat and pushed you against the cushion as he kneeled between your thighs. his fingers slipped under your shirt—lingering at your hips before snaking up your waist and past the valley of your breasts. he made sure to kiss every inch of your body as he rid you of your clothes.

once you were bare, matt couldn’t help but gasp—heart thumping against his chest as he admired your naked body basked in the moonlight. it felt like the first time he ever saw you.

he placed a kiss on your knee before trailing his lips to where you needed him the most. his teeth nipped at the skin of your inner thigh, blue eyes never leaving yours.

your hands flew to his brunet hair as he pressed his tongue against your folds, burying his nose in your clit. your legs wrapped around his head as soon as he began worshiping your glistening pussy with open mouthed kisses. you trapped him between your thighs but he didn’t care, this was about you.

you felt yourself inching closer to the edge with every twist of his tongue, tears of sadness now replaced with tears of utter pleasure.

“i’m gonna cum!” you strained, matt hummed in approval while your back arched off of the plush cushion beneath you. he poked his tongue past your folds and you finally released, thighs shaking around his head.

“we’ll find each other when the time is right.” matt cooed. he stood on his knees as he unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans pool below him. he leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead.

“just promise to never say goodbye, matt.” you whimpered, legs closing around his waist. matt nodded and pressed his forehead onto yours as he freed his cock from his boxers—gliding his tip along your pussy.

he pushed his cock into your heat, relishing in the way your walls wrapped so nicely around him. god—you were just perfect in every way.

matt desired this moment to be etched into his memory, the way tiny whimpers fell past your soft lips, the way your beautiful pussy clenched around him, the way you were boundlessly intertwined together, all of it.

his thrusts were slow and gentle, you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock pressing against you. you brought your fingers to his, locking them together as you held his eyes.

with one final kiss, you came together—matt’s cum filling you while you helplessly quivered around him.

he fell limp on top of you. a few more tears slipping down his cheeks as he held you tight.

you never saw him after you left. it was painful at first, but you eventually grew accustomed to it. his texts dwindled day by day until he eventually stopped texting you altogether.

but now you were happy, engaged to someone you truly love. yet, sometimes you couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if you had forsaken your dreams and chased matt instead. would you still be together? as much as you hated to admit it, that question gnawed at your brain almost every day.

“look at these! they go perfectly with the color scheme.” your friend gawked at the flashy jewelry in front of her.

as your wedding approached, your schedule grew increasingly hectic, leaving you with barely any time to yourself. you were out in LA, constantly shopping or planning and it was more than exhausting.

you studied the shimmering necklace briefly before shaking your head.

“i don’t know, it’s kind of-“

you came to an abrupt halt, blood running cold as your eyes fixated on a pair of painfully familiar ones.

he stood at a distance, his mouth agape and body frozen in place. he looked different now, his brown wavy hair stopped short just above his eyes, dressed in a button-up flannel that hugged his shoulders over plain blue jeans.

you glanced at the girl clutched to his side, then at the diamond ring on her finger.

a surge of past hurt, anger, and pain washed over you like a tidal wave, bringing unwanted tears to your eyes. you quickly blinked them away, mustering a bitter smile at the couple before turning around.

to this day, you vividly remember the exact words he said to you before you boarded your flight.

“i promise to never say goodbye.”

what a lie that was.