Panties R Soaked

panties r soaked

my turn .ೃ࿔:

chris sturniolo

pairing. needy!chris x femdom!reader

genre. smut (MDNI), oneshot

wordcount. 3k i forgot to count mbmb

content warnings. swearing, nicknames, explicit content, no actual sex, teasing, straddling, slight dirty talk, thigh riding, slight handjob, slight fingering?? idk, slight hair pulling, finger sucking

| ❝ let me touch you, please ❞

a/n. first smut i’m actually posting. what the fuck is this im crawling out of my skin! smut is so hard to write like wdym this is a story about 2 people fucking!

ALL CONSENSUAL

enjoy & stay innocent, carysia ᡣ𐭩

everytime i surprise chris by showing up at his house, we usually have a makeout session. no sex, no dirty stuff, just pure french kissing.

today was different, today i had insane sexual tension that wouldn’t go away. i tried everything in my power to die it down before getting to chris’s, but i couldnt.

i tried getting myself off-10 times, 8 out of those 10 times i ended up stopping. i looked at every single photo chris had sent me, even the videos he sends me of him jerking off. even those didn’t work. i knew there was only one thing to do.

when i pulled up in chris’s frontyard, he was already at the door, with his arms open signaling for me to hug him. i run up and jump into his arms, gripping onto the back of his shirt, already attempting to stick my tongue down his throat.

“someone excited to see me, hm?” chris shoots me a cocky smile and we go to his room. he immediately jumps onto the bed and grabs the tv remote. i walk out, not giving chris a head’s up or anything like that.

“ma, our movie’s on, where are youuuu?” chris whines from inside his bedroom, as i undress and put on a black lingerie set, chris’s absolute favourite. i cover it up with a silk beige robe, and enter his room once again.

“baby what the fuck are you doin’ in that robe?” chris gives me a concerned look, but shrugs it off with a small laugh. “get to the edge of the bed” i order him, he obeys but gives me a sly grin while moving to edge.

i take my robe off, revealing the set i had worn underneath. “holy fuck….” chris scans my body for atleast 2 minutes before managing to get a second sentence out. “what the fuck you doin’ right now? nick and matt are home n’…” chris couldn’t even finish his sentence.

i soon prop myself up on chris’s lap, legs spread on each side of him. his fingers linger over my waist, but i sharply snap them off and place them on his sides. “don’t. not yet.” he rolls his eyes, so i grab his left hand back in put it back in my grip.

chris gives me a curious look, and i quite swiftly lead his hand to my mouth. i can feel a small bolt come from beneath me, and i know that chris is hard. it’s so hard it’s almost pushing into me. i decide to tease him even more.

with my hard grip on chris’s left hand, i open my mouth and give small kisses to his index finger. “shittt are you serious?” he groans into my shoulder, but instead of answering his whiny questions, i stick his fingers deeper into my mouth.

i can feel chris’s erection growing even larger by the minute, at this point-i’m mouth fucking his fingers like it’s his cock. chris moans at the sensation. he bits his bottom lip, hard, and i can feel him tremble.

“dont fucking do this, just let me touch you…” chris complains and whines while i’m still on top of him. while still sucking chris’s fingers, i take my robe off with my free hand. “be patient, chris.”

at this point, my naked body is hovered over chris’s clothed body. i lead his wet fingers to my panties, causing him to turn a little red in the face. he gives me puppy dog eyes, but i don’t give in. chris is now in a trance, drunk on my naked body. chris’s eyes widen when he realises his index and middle finger are now inside me. i begin to ride his thigh to keep the rhythm, while pumping his 2 fingers in and out of me.

“your fuckin’ insane.. y’know that?” chris lips his lips and bites on his inner cheek, to prevent from making any unnecessary sound. a loud groan escapes his soft pink lips, i give him an eyeing look, and he continues to stay quiet.

i ease his fingers in and out with more and more pressure by the minute, hearing chris moan so pretty at the feeling. chris watches me like a hawk, as i fuck my self with his hands. i bet he’d rather be in control, but i fucking love seeing him struggle to stay calm.

“you like it baby? you like when i put on a show for you?” chris’s pants twitch under my panties. “all i want to do is rip my fucking pants off and stick my cock inside you. but i cant-can i?.” my heart beats out of my chest. i get my other hand and grip onto his clothed cock, and i can feel his tip begin to leak through his jeans.

“my girl fuckk…your grinding on top of me and im not even allowed to help you out?” hearing chris whine gives me so much confidence. i grasp his cock once again, rubbing the faint imprint that i see on his pants. “seeing you like this-fuck i.. your gonna make me cum in my pants.” chris’s bead dips forward, legs trembling and forehead sweating at my touch. i grip his long brunette locks, and force his eyes on mine.

“let me touch you.. kiss you anything. fuck..” chris’s whole body shivers when my hands reach back for his. i take one more suck on 2 of his fingers and look into his eyes.

“today was my turn.”

SHES PULSING!!!!

────⠀ ⠀SKATER.ᐟMATT × RICH.ᐟREADER

RICH.ᐟREADER ,, cheetah print. takes no shit. expensive taste. silver jewelry. fur, fur, fur. lip gloss. megan thee stallion coded. always got a sassy comment. knows all the drama. still sheltered despite everything. bad bitch.

SKATER.ᐟMATT ,, beanies. backwards caps. baggy everything. cuts and bruises from skating. never not wearing rings. scratches your initials on the back of one of his boards. dominic fike coded. snarky & sarcastic.

NOTES ,, thank u to bae @lovesickgrlsrh0t for planting these brainworms in my head i fear these two are my literal faves atm </3 also the triplets hit 7m n im so proud of them 😞💓 MDNI thank u

YOU'D KNOWN OF MATT BECAUSE OF A MUTUAL FRIEND. the friend was someone you'd gotten to know at a party, not exactly in your crowd, but the party was one with various people who dabbled in various things. you liked the friend, yeah, and they talked about a friend of theirs called matt, often. a skater, like.. one of those types to get caught trespassing on private property whilst hanging out, or something. not the type to attend nice galas and drink the finest wines in fancy ass outfits.

so you hadn't really cared about him, no. he was just a guy you knew of. and to matt, you were just some stuck-up socialite who he'd happened to go to school with since kindergarten. he didn't hate you, no, but like.. he wasn't exactly fond of you. he wasn't into the whole high life you associated yourself with. so it was obvious: the two of you were total opposites and wouldn't interact ever. especially since it was senior year, why would you in the first place?

turns out, it was actually quite simple. you'd been skipping class, as per usual, but had gotten caught this time. matt hadn't completed his coursework. now? detention, for the both of you. you'd most definitely considered skipping detention, since you had other engagements to attend, but you knew your parents wouldn't let you attend any other engagments for the rest of your senior year if you did. you're very clearly upset about detention, a pout adorning your glossy lips, your eyes fluttering around with not an ounce of enthusiasm.

it was just you and matt, you quickly realise. you stare at him for a minute, eyes narrowing. this catches his attention, and he cocks a brow as he glances up at you, "you get detention for havin' a starin' problem or what?" he's blunt, almost dead pan, rolling his eyes at the sight of you just.. staring at him. this makes your brow furrow, "that ain't no way to treat someone you've never talked to before, is it? jeez." you scoff under your breath, folding your arms over your chest. not wanting to act all petulant infront of the.. barely even a teacher, it's some substitute.

matt's quiet as he watches you sit down, the way you sit a far bit away as if being next to him will degrade the expensive material of your outfit. a scoff escapes him, in a similar fashion to your own, and he shakes his head, glancing away. you have this tendency to.. well, not shut up, so you start whining under your breath about how you were supposed to be at some gala, mingling with other stuffy, rich people but you were here. with him.

matt's just watching you, completely baffled and amused by you. it was absolutely so shallow of you and pretty vapid, ut he found himself a little intrigued. his eyes liked what he was seeing, you're pretty, super pretty. you dress like you know it too. "uh," he starts, "you didn't ask for my two cents on the whole.. gala thing, and i know i ain't the type to even be goin' anywhere near those things, but—could always pay someone to go for you. you got the money, don't you?" that causes a silence to settle over you, and you're quiet for a minute.

but then you burst out laughing, a sound that matt knows he wants to hear more of. he tries to hide a small smile, but then you're switching up on him the instant you realise you're laughing at something he'd said. "i got the money, but i ain't payin' someone to enjoy the time i was going to. defeats the whole purpose, dumbass." the smile switching to a glare damn near gave him whiplash. his brow furrows once more, and he raises his hands in surrender.

"shit, okay, okay, keep whinin' then," god, he didn't understand you, not at all. you were something, alright. "..'n' who're you callin' a dumbass?" he mumbles under his breath, sighing as he glanced back at the ceiling once more. giving you a quick glare, in return, that ends your conversation quite abruptly. but both of you are intrigued by eachother, clearly.

"you look so out of place here, kid," matt can't help but laugh at you. the said mutual friend from before had invited you to some party at some random guy's house. a birthday party, or some shit. a total lapse of judgement on your part, you knew, and you'd literally snuck out of your parent's place to be there. why the fuck did you do that for? you looked so out of place, he was right. you're stood there like even touching a single thing'll kill you on the spot.

you glare at him instantly, folding your arms under your chest which instantly draws his attention down to your cleavage. you notice, of course, hating the way a warm feeling bubbles in your stomach from how he looks at you. "don't remember ever askin' for your input," your head tilts, "just 'cause you got a pretty face don't mean you needa' go 'round stickin' your head where it don't belong."

"you think i got a pretty face? how sweet," he sticks his tongue out, a soft smirk gracing his lips. he looks good. dark tufts of hair stick out from beneath his beanie, the colourful lights set up causing a nice sheen to glow down onto his face. you're not crushing on him though—no, no. he's just some skater. he could never give you what you want. "c'mon, relax a little," he says his words soon after his first few just so you don't get a chance to snap at his cocky remark, catching you off guard.

"i don't know anyone here," you mutter under your breath, fiddling with your expensive necklace, once again drawing his attention downwards. he's pretty sure you're doing it on purpose now, honestly, since you keep doing it. those nails.. he's imagining them wrapped around other things, that's for sure. "you know me," his voice is a little gentler, and he nods over to the kitchen where beer pong is set up, "it'll be fun. loosen' you up a lil' bit." you're skeptical for a moment, but you nod, making your way over with him.

he has to say, he's into how quiet you get when you're somewhere out of your comfort zone. you're not as mouthy, or annoying. as much as he loves your banter, the flirty insults between you two, well.. he likes you like this. "you've never played beer pong?" matt's literally gasping, staring at you like you're insane.

your face scrunches up at that, "well, yeah. no one's playin' beer pong at a party where they serve scotch—" you shake your head, sighing. he wanted you to loosen up? you'd loosen up. he gives you a look as if to say chill out, before he laughs quietly when you do, in fact, chill out. "i'll teach you. s'easy." his voice is easy, low. and you notice how close he's stood next to you. "you're a quick learner, m'guessin'."

"sure," you roll your shoulders in a shrug, glancing at the beer pong being set up for another round before you look back at matt. "yeah," you affirm after a minute. matt glances at you with a soft, incredulous look before he shakes his head. "c'mon, i don't bite. neither does the beer. at least, it shouldn't." you're calming down with him already, he likes that a lot too.

you'd had another total lapse of judgement, surprise surprise, having been swayed by the inarguably nice night with matt and his stupid, pretty face into becoming fuck buddies. perhaps not your finest moment, but definitely your most pleasurable. he makes you feel good, so, so good. takes away your stress from all your parents expectations, makes you feel taken care of. you two aren't exactly friends with benefits, more like.. people who know eachother, like acquaintances with benefits. but fuck buddies suits you two better.

it'd started off as getting together once, meeting at another party and giving into the raw attraction between you two. he'd had you beneath him, your legs wrapped tight around his hips as he bucked up into you with a brutal pace. his hands grasped at the bed around your head, a bed in which he had no idea whose it was. hey, he needed you, real bad. the logistics of everything hadn't crossed his mind once. "need you," you'd whined, voice breaking a little with how loudly you'd been crying out his name.

"you're gettin' me, baby," he grunted, grasping at the bed a little tighter as you clenched around him, practically trapping him there. his eyes lift up to yours, a flush covering his face at how damn good you feel. "what d'you want?" he growled, all breathless and heavy, like even speaking took a lot out of him. "need you, ah—after this, too," you couldn't have him just once, that wouldn't be fair. he felt too fucking perfect to only have once.

matt laughs quietly, realising you're on the verge of just babbling from how deep he's fucking you. "shh, sh, i got you," he murmured, lowering his head down to yours to press his lips down against yours to ensure you wouldn't keep talking. between kisses, he whispers, "gonna have me whenever you want, baby. whenever you want." that had you practically squirting, thighs trembling as the movements of his hips stuttered.

he kept up his promise, and whenever you wanted him, you got him. matt didn't want to seem desperate, but he was starting to like you, a lot. those snarky comments and bitchy glares started turning into fond looks and quiet compliments. he wasn't soft on you, he really didn't want to be—but there he was, letting you practically walk all over him in those expensive heels. it wasn't until a certain moment where you realised you felt the same as he did. he fell first, but god damn it, did you fall harder.

matt's buried so deep inside you, all you can think about, all you want to think about is him. he's overwhelming in the best way, having told you to keep your eyes on his or else he wouldn't give you what you wanted. "eyes on me, baby, wanna see those pretty eyes," he murmured, your legs hiked up onto his shoulders as opposed to his hips this time. you two had been in many different positions with eachother, sure, but this? how close he is? how he's balls deep inside your cunt? can't think straight.

you lift your eyes to his, swallowing thickly as another whine rips from your throat. he coos softly, "there you are. there's my girl," his girl? you're his girl? he's being so soft, and loving, nothing like he's been before or you've ever had before. it's making you feel some kind of way and it feels wrong, but so right at the same time. "makin' such pretty sounds, lookin' so lovely like this.. you take my dick so well."

"matt—" you gasp softly, trying to bring yourself as close as possible with a swivel of your hips forward. matt groans, his head falling down into the crook of your neck as he slides his hands down to grasp at your thighs. just the feel of the callouses on his hands from various skating accidents has you squealing and whining beneath him. "so good, shit, oh, oh—right there, riiight there.."

"right there? right there?" matt drives himself deeper within you, whining into your skin. his nose brushes against your soft skin, grunting under his breath with each thrust forward of his hips. "i've got you, c'mon, cum 'round my cock for me, let it go, there she is, that's it.." he's thrusting up into you through your orgasm, holding you as close as possible, and even with the pleasure clouding your brain, you're realising that you're most definitely in love.

maybe it's the slow drag of his cock against your walls, as he takes a slower, steadier approach to pounding you into the bed—maybe it's his sweet words, you don't know, but all of it coming together? you're in love.

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Oh my tod guys i cant

shy!matt wearing his glasses always does something to you. @bernardsbendystraws for you

there's just something about matt when he wears his glasses; the thin, metallic frames resting on the bridge of his nose, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. strands of tousled hair fall behind the lenses, brushing softly against his eyes.

he's seated across from you at the kitchen table, the morning light filtering through the window, casting a soft glow around him. in one hand, he holds his phone, scrolling absentmindedly, while the other cradles a spoon, dipping into a bowl of cereal, completely oblivious to the way you're practically salivating over him.

you watch intently as he drops his spoon into the bowl with a soft clink, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose where they've slipped down. in a casual movement, he runs his fingers through his hair, the motion causing his shirt to ride up, revealing the sliver of skin on his stomach. you try to tear your gaze away, but it's impossible; the sight pulls you in even more.

then, as if sensing your attention, matt's gentle blue eyes flicker towards you. a soft blush creeps across his lips as he pulls his shirt down as if to cover himself, offering you a shy smile that sends your hear racing before he returns his focus to his phone.

you can't hold back any longer; the urge to have him is overwhelming. in a sudden rush, you push your chair back with a loud squeak that reverberates through the quiet kitchen, causing matt to jerks in surprise at your unexpected movement and sound, and his eyes widen as he watches you drop down to your knees beneath the table.

the coolness of the floor sends a shiver up your spine as you crawl towards him, and when you reach him, your fingers immediately get to work, pulling his cock out of his pajama pants with a rush.

"wh...what are you do—oh." matt cuts himself off as you take his cock down his throat until your nose is pressed against him. his phone clutters to the table in shock, a shaky, breathless moan leaving his lips as you swallow thickly around him before bobbing your head.

you glance up at him with your cheeks full, seeing his head thrown back and glasses foggy, his jaw slack. you swallow around him again, your throat contracting around his tip, and matt's body jerks, his hips lifting off of the seat to press his cock further down, causing you to gag around him.

you move to pull off his cock to get the air flowing back into your lungs and jerk him off for a bit, but matt splutters out a whine, cupping your cheeks and pulling your head back down, slotting his cock back inside your mouth and grinding his hips against your face.

"don't.. don't move," matt breathes out, taking a daring peek down at you through foggy lenses, vision slightly blurred. he snaps his gaze back up, leaning his head back as he continues lazily thrusting his hips into the warmth of your mouth. "please... don't move."

© STURNIOZ

clingy chris SAVE ME

clingy!chris x reader

contains; established relationship, clingy boyfriend, fluff :)

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chris groaned in his sleep as he held on tighter to you, his face nuzzled into your neck.

you were unfortunately trapped under him, the man was squashing you.

‘cause he apparently can’t “fall asleep without you close to him.”

it wasn’t that much of a problem earlier, when you two fell asleep cuddling each other, but you woke up having to pee, and he was clinging to you like a monkey.

you tried to slowly move out of his grasp, but he pulled you even closer to him, and you let out a strained gasp.

“mm-mm.” he mumbled in his sleep, shaking his head no unconsciously, when you tapped his head with your finger.

“chris—” you groaned, trying to wake him up gently.

“..hmm?” he mumbled out again, his voice hoarse from sleep as his eyes fluttered open.

“you’re—squishing—me—” you strained, your eyes pressed shut as you tried to push him off of you.

he let out a sleepy chuckle, slowly rolling over to his side of the bed, his eyes half-open. “mm.. my bad.”

you finally took in a gasp of air, sitting up. and once you did, he was already reaching over to cuddle you, before you let out a “uh-uh. i have to pee.”

he let out a whine as he watched you get up and head to his bathroom. “noo.. don’t leave me.”

“dude, it’s just for a second.” you chuckled out, shutting the door.

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you came out literally like a few minutes later, (which felt like years to chris...)

you shut the door behind you as you crawled back into bed, but you didn’t even get to fully get on the bed before chris pulled you into his arms and rested his face in your neck.

“..mine.” he mumbled out, placing kisses on your skin.

“couldn’t even last a few seconds without me, huh?” you teased, smirking down at him.

but he shut you up by lifting his head up and placing a kiss on your lips, humming against you.

what were you gonna do with him?

@vxabigail @raeiology @thisisntmattsturniolo

Beeeeennnn sayinnggg

“i hate doggy position” we already knew that matt.

he’s such a missionary guy it’s not even funny. like imagine asking “matt…can we please do a different position” and his fucking response is “ ‘m sorry baby just wanna see your pretty face”

LIKE FUCK

the context: they were playing dti and someone hit the crawling pose LMFAO

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