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my baby daddy childish gambino WAS MENTIONED AND I MISSED IT.

matt having childish gambino, tyler the creator, and nirvana on his playlist got me debating my if im a chris girl or matt girl..

noooo literally cause ughhhh his music taste make him 10x hotter i swear.

OH MY GOD???

oh okay!

tumblr add voice notes i need to let these people hear me

°•. IMAGINE - Matthew Sturniolo fucking you in the shower.

cw.. unprotected p n v, shower sex, y/n.

as the warm water cascaded down your body, you couldn't help but feel relaxed and at ease after a long day at the beach. the salty air and hot sun had left your skin feeling tight and in need of some serious hydration.

you were midway through washing your hair when you heard the bathroom door creak open. the sound of footsteps on the cold tiles followed, and you knew immediately that he had decided to join you.

in no time he was undressed and pushing open the glass door to step into the shower, closing it behind him. he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you back against his chest as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "i missed you," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

you couldn't help but giggle at his words, tipping your head back to rest against his shoulder as the water rinsed through your freshly washed hair. "i missed you too," you conceded with a smile. "but it's only been a few minutes,”

he chuckled softly against the side of your neck, his fingers absently tracing idle patterns along the skin of your stomach. "too long," he admitted, his voice low and deep. "i don't like being apart from you, even for short periods of time,”

you turned in his arms to face him, reaching up to rest your hands on his shoulders, fingers splaying over the hard muscle there. "i feel the same way," you said, a soft smile curving your lips.

his own smile grew wider as he gazed down at you, water droplets clinging to his dark lashes. he leaned in to kiss you, slowly and thoroughly, as if reacquainting himself with your mouth after those “torturous” few minutes apart.

his hands moved to your hips, pulling you even closer as he deepened the kiss. heat swelled in a rush between you, despite the steam around you from the hot water.

the moment his hands settled on your ass to give the plush skin a firm squeeze, you gasped into the kiss, your core beginning to ache.

he groaned against your mouth as he felt you melt in his arms, your body arching as that gasp turned into a moan. his hands roaming freely over your body.

he dug his fingers your ass some more, pulling you harder against his straining erection. you could feel the rigid length pressing against your stomach, the heat of it seeping through to your skin in an instant. his mouth left yours to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

the steam from the shower enveloped you both, misting the glass walls and obscuring your view of the rest of the bathroom. water cascading down your nude bodies as Matt held you close, his fingers slipping down to your thighs to grip and hold.

"y/n," he murmured against your skin, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down over your collarbone and back to your breasts, taking a pert nipple between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth, teasing with his tongue. he wanted to hear more of you.

with a swift motion, he had you pressed up against the cool tiles of the shower wall. your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his backside to pull him closer. the cold tile against your back was a stark contrast to the heat of his body against your front making you gasp.

his cock twitched against your slick folds, and he groaned as he slid his length through your wet heat before lining himself up with your entrance teasingly and thrusting into you in one smooth stroke.

you cried out at the sudden intrusion, him burying himself deep in your womb. the water pounded against your bodies, warmth rising around you as he held still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried in your tight heat.

after a moment, he leaned his forehead against yours and began to move, slowly at first. he exhaled heavily as he pulled out almost entirely before plunging back into you again with renewed force.

your hands clutched at his shoulders as his hips snapped against yours in a brutal pace, the force of his thrusts making you bounce against the tile. his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider as he pounded into you, the water from the shower hitting your face as he fucks you relentlessly against the wall.

his mouth was against your skin as he lavished attention on whatever part he could reach, while at the same time he fucked you into bliss with his hips. the double sensation brought you closer together than to the edge at a shocking speed and he loved every sound you made.

"cum for me, sweetheart," he whispered hoarsely against your neck, his voice thick with passion as his hands tightened on your thighs, and he bottomed out.

with only few more thrusts, you were undone, crying out as waves of pleasure washed over you, your nails digging into his shoulders, legs shaking.

Matt's voice grew strained as he felt your inner muscles clench around him. with one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and let out a guttural groan, spilling into you with jerking pulses.

he slumped against you, your combined weights making the tub below squeak in protest.

he slowly lifted his head, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. he smiled weakly, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as he set you down slowly. "i think you may need another shower," he chuckled softly, his voice barely audible over the pounding water.

©sturnlovaa

💌: here’s this i promised two days ago and then took my sweet ass time on 😭😭

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⬆️ comment a ‘💟’ to be put on it!

see u get it

bro

i’m still grieving over @hoesformatt-deactivated20240729 deactivating.

like wtf.

one of the first people i ever read on here ☹️

i wish she left her account up, even if she was no longer active or writing 😣

😭😭😭😭im😭😭😭😭so😭😭😭😭wet😭😭😭

☆ . . . he's just standing there, standing half naked with a fluffy towel hanging loosely off his hips as he searches through your drawers for his sleepwear ─ yet there's something about him standing half naked in your room that has your mind running wild.

the imprint of his cock is pressing against the towel, and the water droplets that glide down his shoulders and chest does nothing to help calm your erratic thoughts, and you can almost feel yourself beginning to drool when he body turns to face you, throwing a clean shirt and boxers down on the bed.

you watch with eager eyes as he tugs the towel off his hips, letting it fall to the ground carelessly as he reaches for his boxers to slide them on. but you're quicker that he is, and you immediately leap over the covers to snatch them up, eliciting a surprise noise from him as he looks at you wide wide eyes.

"jesus, fuckin' scared me ─ what're you doin'? i need to get dressed," chris raises his eyebrow when he sees you hold the material close to your chest, clutched in a tight grip. "ma, c'mon..."

"i... don't think you'll be needing them."

"yeah? hm, okay.. and uh, why ─ why's that?" he asks you, a smile creeping onto his lips as he rubs his jaw.

"because i'm going to suck you off," you're honest and blunt with your words, and you catch the subtle twitch of his cock once they leave your lips. "and then you're going to fuck me... after that, we'll shower together... and maybe we'll go for round two."

"oh? s'that right?" he hums, his tongue sweeping across his bottom lip as you nod immediately. he nods too, beckoning you forward with two fingers. "a'ight. get on your knees f'me then. come put this dick in your mouth so i can fuck you after, yeah?"

© STURNIOZ

guys i put that i edit on my presentation and im tripping balls cause what if they make fun of me 😭😭😭😭 actually my school knows i edit nevermind

see u get it

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ngl i agree

guys i need to speak my truth

i feel like the triplets hanging out with ariana greenblat isn’t realllllyyyyyyyy….

like don’t get me wrong i KNOW for a solid fact that the triplets would NEVER do anything to ariana, but if you think about it, that’s three 21 year old men hanging out with a 16 year old girl/

obviously since their in the influencer world is normal and i totally understand that they’re friends and all,

but if any other 21 year olds dudes were hanging out with a 16 year old girl it would be classified as weird

obviously this is a very controversial opinion and i don’t expect y’all to agree with me i just needed to say it 😭🙏

holy fucking shit

CHURCH

a @sleepysturnss original

MATT STURNIOLO

warnings .) SMUT, virgin!sub!reader, bad boy!mean!matt, public sex, unprotected p n v (wrap it like a burrito to keep the mayo inside), squirting, hair pulling, pretty nyyaaasty shit so if ur sensetive to religious sex topics dni!

summary .) youre a sweet, innocent, church girl, who would never disobey your morals. unlike matt, whos parents forced him into church, hoping he would get on the right path, but poor matt cant focus because of how good you look in your little white dress.

note from the author .) omg im so grateful for all of the love and support on my last story, so heres something else for yall to sit on while i finish the requests!! 💜

based on church, by chase atlantic

MATT WAS PISSED, to say the least. he would wrather be out with his friends, or better yet, getting laid. but the raging headache he had from last night caused a loud ringing sound in his brain, and the stuffy voice of the old preacher wasnt helping much.

he sat in the back pew, next to a few of his friends who were also made by their parents to go to this chappel.

matt had been busted for graffiti, along with so many other broken laws. so, the parents had agreed to force the kids into the church community, help them get in touch with their religion.

the town was small, and very serious about morals, so it wasnt a big surprise that this was the penalty.

the four boys passed around a cigarette, matt tilting his head to the side to keep the smoke out of view.

but as he did so, his icy blue eyes caught sight of an angel.

really, he had to do a double take. her pretty white dress, her gorgeous hair styled in such a perfect way, her facial shape, god her face, her eyes, shit.

he hadnt ever looked at a girl so pretty before.

the cigarette almost fell out of his hands, a thick burning clump of ash fell against his hand, making him hiss loudly.

his friend hit him across the shoulder, snatching the cigarette from him.

“shut the fuck up- youre g’na get us caught!” he whisper yelled, making matt roll his eyes.

he stood up from the pew, walking into the back room, finding the bathroom.

you had watched nearly the whole scene play out, and he intrigued you, a lot.

so naturally, you had followed shortly after.

and there he was, in all his glory, matt sturniolo.

he bit his cheek, blowing on the burn mark, wincing to himself.

“oh, that looks like it hurts.”

his gaze shot up, his eyes widened at the sight of you, even your voice was perfect.

“oh- nah-nah. no sweat.”

you smiled, shaking your head, pulling a small tube of ointment, and a bandage out of your small bag.

“that could get infected, let me help.”

so you found yourself kneeling in front of him as he sat on one of the toilets, his hand in yours, and a trail of goosebumps on your arms and legs.

“there, now its all good—just keep the bandaid on that.” you smiled up at him, but he was already looking at you.

his pupils blown out, his lips red, and his freckles colored with a light blush.

thats the last concious thought you had.

before you knew it, the skirt of your dress was bunched up at your waist, his large hands clenched around your hips as he presses the tip of his cock into your sopping wet hole.

“m-matt! shit- s’too bi-ig” you mewl, your hands gripping the edges of the sink tightly, head hung forward.

he lets out a breathy laugh, his hand sliding up the warm skin of your back, rubbing your hair.

“aww, poor lil’bunny cant handle it hm?” he mocked, his hand gripping a fistful of your hair, pulling you back against his chest.

you let out a loud whine, making his hand wrap around the underside of your face, muffling your sounds.

“wan’you t’watch yourself, watch while i fuck your pretty- tight- lil pussy.” he groaned, throbbing as he bottomed out.

“fuckin’ shit- so tight, you like that? look at your pretty face baby” he chuckled, gripping your chin, forcing your gaze into the mirror.

god you looked priceless. the way your face was already so fucked out, and the crease in your brow sharpening as he began to slowly thrust up into you.

his hand tightened around your mouth, muffling the soft little moans and whimpers leaving your throat.

“fuck- youre so fuckin’ tight- squeezin this dick so good pretty girl, arent’ya? gotta be quiet- s’no one hears how good im makin’ ya feel, right?”

you nodded, head falling back against his shoulder as his pace quickens.

it only takes a few thrusts before his pink tip begins to roughly press against that spongey spot deep in your cunt.

“oh! oh- oh my god- feels so good!” you yelped, your eyes crossing far into your skull.

“yeah? yeah you- like- that- shit?” he grunted, between rough thrusts against your g-spot.

you cried out loudly into his palm, thighs shaking, the coil in your stomach tightening already.

“ohh, you close already? fuck- shit- shit-” he sighed, chewing on his bottom lip, feeling your wet walls squeeze him so tightly.

“m-mmatttt”

“wha’swrong? what is it bunny?”

“n-need t’cum- p-pleaseeee” you whimpered, tears welling up in your waterline,

matt throbbed at the sight of your tear soaked lashes, his head falling back.

“f-feels tha’good? shit b-baby- y’gonna let me fill up this lil pussy?”

you nodded, your nails digging into his arm, teeth sunk into your lip, nearly drawing blood.

“mmm’what would- mmph- mommy and daddy think- fuck- f’they knew their sweet little girl was- gettin her brains f-fuck-fucked out in the lords house? huh?”

you moaned loudly into his palm, his words bringing you closer, teetering over the edge.

“hmmm! matt m’cum-mmiingg” you whispered, biting your tongue, whole body shaking, your pussy convulsing around his cock.

matt took this chance to bring his hand down between your thighs, pinching and playing with your puffy clit.

without even thinking, your eyes rolled back so far into your skull, having you seeing stars, your stomach tightened, toes curled, tensing up as you squirted all over his dick.

“oh-oh my- oh my god” he groaned loudly, feeling himself throb, a few more thrusts into your sopping cunt, lewd noises bouncing off of the walls, and he was cumming.

he gripped your chin tightly, his head falling foreward on your shoulder as his dick twitched, painting your gummy walls a creamy shade of white.

you both stayed like that for a minute, panting roughly, before he slid out of you, pulling his jeans up.

you pulled your panties up, letting your dress fall down to your thighs, straightening it out with your palms.

matt smirked, looking down at you.

“same time next week bunny?”

authors note 2/2 .) oh damn i got my freak on GOOOD didnt i also i hope i didnt offend anyone, this isnt supposed to bring offense to any religion!!

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xx, sleepysturnss

i reallt wnated to see where this was going im so pissed off

this video was probably the most funniest shit ive watched (this is mine sadly everyone boo)

guys beinf hypersexual is suchba livinf hell what the fuck 😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑

LMAOOOO THIS SHIT HAS ME

Oh ik he beats his shi HARDD

love me my toxic mean chris

toxic mean Chris trying to be nice for once but ur not buying it at all so he switches to his mean self again

he really tried so hard to take matt’s advice but you just couldn’t stop prancing around in those shorts and constantly bothering him. maybe you did deserve to be treated like a whore after all.

“you wanted me to do this huh?” he grunted into your ear. you were bent over the kitchen counter with chris standing right behind you. the lights weren’t even on. his long fingers stretched your cunt so good though! your shorts fell to the floor while your feet were barely kissing the ground. if chris wasn’t holding you, you swore you would’ve fell.

“tried so hard to be nice today but no,” he curled his fingers into that sweet gummy spot, “just had to nag me all day” he spat. you both could hear the squelching noises coming from your dripping pussy, it made chris let out a airy moan at the sound. “m’sorry~” you mewled.

you both heard the door for nicks room. “chris!” you whined. you heard him laugh from behind you as he picked up the pace. “better make a mess on my hand quick before he sees you acting like a whore” he smiles. you could do anything but cover your mouth with your own hand.

to be fair he really did try. all day giving you forehead kisses and random hugs. he didn’t even call you a crybaby today! it’s not his fault you provoked him.

xoxo,kairo

matt please become a dilf

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝐌.𝐒

“it’s okay baby, let it all out” matt rubs your back as you sob into his neck. you had such a hard day and needed to cry about it to your favorite man. “i- i don’t know what i d- did!” his neck is smothering in tears by now “i know honey, you didn’t deserve to be talked to like that”

he comforts you every time something happens. most of the time it’s people being rude to you or being a pervert towards you. the only person you wanted to be a pervert towards you is matty, your matty.

“h- he was just s- so mean!” although your whole day was bad, there was one good thing about it “i’m sorry baby, no one should talk to my girl that way” while matt was comforting you and you were crying to him, he was bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“m- m’close!” you squeak as matt slowly thrusts up into your small pussy, giving you a additional source of comfort. “cum for me baby, you deserve it” he holds your hips to keep you still.

your wet cunt was already red and swollen. you release all over him, soaking his cock in your juices. he continues to thrust into you, causing you to feel overstimulated. “good girl” but you couldn’t voice it considering matt holding your face in his neck, muffling all of your moans and whines, making sure not to wake his sleeping daughter that is across the house.

© luvs4matt

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im gonna

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?"

my baby made it on tumbkr im gonna nut

@bernardsbendystraws ghost face matt that’s it that’s the post

im so fucking mngh i wish i had a dick i could be stroking my shit rn

𝒢𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒮 𝒲𝐸 𝐵𝒪𝒯𝐻 𝒜𝐼𝒩’𝒯 𝒮𝐻𝐼𝒯!

ᡴꪫ 𓂃 chris finally commits to a relationship! he swears up and down that he’s happy . . . but his girlfriend isn’t the reason why.

cw. ┊ 18+, not proofread, cheater!chris x milf!reader, smut, established relationship but not between reader, cheating, vulgar language, pet name usage, age gap﹙chris is 21, reader is 29﹚, gfs name is eve, persuasion, mild manipulation, cunnilingus﹙he eats it from the back﹚, spanking, backshots, overstimulation, creampie, y’all almost get caught, mdni.

⌗ the age gap between chris and r is not gonna align w the gf bc i feel uncomfy writing chris any younger and i am NOT gonna write the reader as an old ass woman 🤍 hope y’all get it

chris doesn't even have a damn clue on why he’s currently standing in front of his girlfriend’s mom’s residence when he knows his girlfriend isn't even inside the house.

though, all he wants is to see is her mom . . . her fucking mom.

it's kind of ridiculous, he thinks, how he has a crush on his girl's mom and calls her a milf in his head. he feels sick and twisted for even thinking of those lewd and perverted thoughts, but it’s almost addictive. you’re addictive. he really doesn't want to admit it, but chris was obsessed with comparing his girlfriend to you.

your curves, your pretty tits, your waist, your oh so soft thighs, and your lips. oh fuck, your lips. all he could think is . . . why couldn't your daughter take those features?

knocking on the door twice, the door immediately swings open to be met with your doe eyes staring up at him, worry settling in on them, "oh, chris—what’re you doing here, sweetie?" you pout sympathetically, noticing how chris looked so disheveled; hair sticking up in awkward places and little beads of sweat forming on his upper lip, “are you looking for eve?”

chris decides to play innocent, nodding his head and pouting at you.

“‘m so sorry, honey. she just left.” your voice was so smooth and comforting. he could only imagine how you’d sound when you’re getting your back blown out by him.

he raised his brows, pink lips forming into an 'o' as an attempt to look oblivious, " o-oh, shit. my bad." he huffs out a nervous laugh, turning around to begin walking off.

"wait!" you suddenly yelled. if chris didn’t know any better, you might’ve sounded desperate.

he looked so flustered and parched, so the least you could do for the sweet boy was to nurse him back to hydration . . . right? when chris stopped in his tracks, you didn't get to see the wicked smirk on his face before he turned around, meeting your eye.

“yes, ma’am?”

you frowned, "please don’t go back out there. i know you walked over here, poor boy."

fuuuck, you’re so caring. it makes his dick hard.

you widen the front door and chris immediately gives in, grinning and thanking you while heading inside your home. he’s been in your house before, but something about being just the two of you, alone, made everything feel special. just thinking about it made him feel like a perv—he was getting off to it, though.

chris eyes you the whole time.

you make your way into the kitchen, leaning down as you open the fridge door and pull out a pitcher of lemonade. you’re completely oblivious about the two blue eyes that ogle at your tits, or your ass when you bend down. that just makes it funner for chris. you pour the liquid in a tall glass and slid it over to the boy who sat himself down on the kitchen island.

while doing so, you couldn’t help but wonder if he really all this way to your house.

“chris, did you really walk all the way over here? if you wanted to come over, you could’ve called me, sweetie. i would’ve drove you.” chris took a few seconds to answer, a little busy chugging down the refreshment. some of the liquid slipped past his lips and ran down his chin.

his adams apple bobbed as he finished the last of the lemonade, setting the glass down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "yeah, sorry. i will next time." chris giggles lowly, eyes boring its way into yours.

you smile at him when you both went quiet, “do you, uhm, want me to call eve and tell her you’re here?”

“nah, let it be a surprise.”

you teasingly coo at him, a coy grin playing at your lips when chris meekly shrugs, “she’s so lucky to have you, y’know.”

that makes him smirk, “yeah?”

“yeah.” it’s your turn to act shy, crossing your arms under your chest nervously. you spot chris’ eyes traveling down your chest, but you don’t say anything.

“soooo, you don’t have a man or somethin’ like that?”

“. . a man?”

he shrugs again, but with more confidence. a cocky smirk plays crooked on his lips while he continues, “like, someone you can depend on?”

“i guess not,” you huff out a laugh, “i’ve been too busy raising eve that i’ve never really thought about that.”

oh, but you have.

it’s so wrong, so disgusting and immature of you, but you think about it . . with chris . . . a lot. of course, you just wouldn’t admit it. you pushed those thoughts aside before you could get too carried away.

“damn,” he purses his lips, “you ever get lonely?”

you playfully furrow your brows at chris, “that seems a little inappropriate to ask that about your girlfriend’s mother.”

“is it?” he smirks while sliding his tongue over his bottom lip, “i just wanted to know a little more ‘bout you.”

you notice the atmosphere change in just a second. it makes you nervous.

“what do you wanna know?”

“i dunno . . .” chris then shrugs, maintaining eye contact with you as he walks past you. his hands paw at your waist to move you aside, purposely grinding his bulge against your ass. he hears you suck in a shaky, deep breath and a grin blooms across his face, “would you fuck a younger guy?” he turns the sink faucet on, so he’s unable to hear the shocked gasp that slips past your lips.

“chris! that’s h-highly inappropriate!” your head whips over to your left to stare at chris in bewilderment, eyes widened like saucers and lips parted.

you watch chris turn the faucet off, wiping his wet hands on his jean clad thighs before turning to face you, “sooo, no?”

“i-i can’t answer that—“

“why not?”

he can’t be serious.

you scoff at him, your eyes straining a bit as you try not to stare at the obvious bulge poking from chris’ jeans. he leaned against the sink counter with his arms crossed over each other, looking at you with his eyes darkened with lust.

“please don’t make me say it.” you can’t even muster yourself up to care as you beg chris. you’re just hoping all this was just one of those wet dreams you’ve been having of him lately.

chris knows you won’t say it, so he takes the cake for you, “what eve doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

you feel more lightheaded each step chris takes toward you, the potent smell of his cologne invading your senses. he’s even more prettier close up—your head’s so fuzzy, “i-i can’t do that to her, chris.” you whisper.

“no?” chris’ sympathetic pout seems purely fake when his hard stare on you intimidates you, “you sayin’ you don’t want me?”

“chris . . .” you whimper softly.

“c’mon, say it. you’ll be my good girl, won’t you?”

you can’t believe how a younger man like chris could have so much power over you. his suave voice immediately makes you fold, along with his piercing gaze that leaves you cowering.

two hands wrap around your waist to pin you against the counter, his bulge pressing against your bare thigh.

“i . . i want you.” you managed to spit it out with chris pushing his body impossibly closer to yours, his chest smushing against yours and his breath fanning over your face. he smiles at you, and it almost seems innocent before he leans in and locks his lips with yours.

it’s been so long since you’ve kissed someone, let alone been with a man this close to you. so you expect chris to pull away and sneer at your sloppy motions, but instead he sighs in almost relief against your lips.

chris’ kisses are messy and uncoordinated, but somehow in the best possible way. he sucks on your bottom lip, whining nasally while he lets you explore his mouth. your lips are coated in a glossy sheen with his saliva when he pulls away, panting and staring at you with low eyes—almost like he was high.

“. . . you’d let me fuck you? hm?” he mumbles as his head lowers down to hide himself in your neck, starting to attack the sensitive skin on your pulse point immediately. that action makes you keen and paw at his shoulder.

“uh huh, please.” you whine desperately, your hand rising up to fist chris’ soft hair as he grazes his teeth against the bruise that started glooming on your neck, soothing the sting with a kitty lick. you barely recognize yourself; you’ve become so needy for your daughter’s boyfriend that you can’t even think about any of the consequences. and in some way, it makes the whole situation just seem better.

you don’t know how you’ve landed in this position, nor how you’ve ended up in your bedroom; you, with your face smushed against your pillow and your ass up high, kisses being placed all over your thighs. it’s been ten minutes since chris has had you in this position, soaked panties pooling at your ankles while he teased you everywhere except where you needed him most.

“chris,” you whimpered, lifting your head up to glance over at him from your shoulder, “please.” you both know what you’re begging for, but chris wants to hear it.

he wrapped his hands around your waist to maneuver you closer to his face and spit directly onto your drooling cunt, smirking as you squeal, “what do you want, then? tell me and i’ll give it to ya’.”

it wasn’t a lie that chris brought out the slut in you.

“i want your mouth . . and your fingers.” you whined quietly, pouting while you wave your ass around when the throbbing in your clit started getting unbearable.

your brain cancels out whatever comes out of chris’ mouth next the moment he finally hovers his mouth over your sopping clit, he gently strokes a thumb up and down. opening you up slowly, he creates a single slow lick to make you whimper. it doesn’t take him long to succumb his need as he dives in, tongue lulling out to lick a thick stripe from your clit and to your hole. a groan emits from him as the taste of you spreads throughout his tastebuds. it’s like your pussy was a drug. he’s addicted to you from just one taste.

you could feel his stubble scratch along your thighs as he eats you out with vigor, his chin and the tip of his nose slick when he practically stuffs his face in between your thighs.

“oh m’god!” you squeal against your pillow as chris wraps his plush lips around your puffy nub, sucking on it like a pacifier and humming like you were the best meal he’s ever eaten.

chris finds it so amusing how you responded to his touches. whether it’d be him grazing his hand across yours, or he’d be tongue deep in your pretty pussy. you’re so sensitive and he knows you’re just seconds away from coming undone, but he’s just getting started.

he’s so messy and sloppy with your pussy; letting you coat his face in your essence and groaning lewdly while he shook his head side to side with his tongue flat against your clit. he also lets you shake your ass in his face to grind your weeping cunt the way you subconsciously liked.

“chrisss,” you whined, gasping, “‘m gonna cum.” but he’s already one step ahead, hands holding your thighs done and pulling away to spank your ass.

“nah, you’re gonna hold that shit. i’m not done with you.” and when you start huffing and whining, you get another spank, but on your pussy. a high pitched moan slips past your lips at the sting, cheeks heating up as you hear chris chuckle behind you.

when your daughter’s boyfriend puts his mouth back to work on your needy pussy, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you gasp. why was chris so good at eating you out?

the knot in your lower stomach already starts forming when his lips wrap around your nub once again, thighs shaking around chris’ head as your orgasm quickly approaches.

“oh!—i can’t hold it. i-i gotta cum.” you huff nasally. you wrap your arms around your pillow and hug it tightly against your body, the motions on chris’ tongue gradually getting more calculated. and when he doesn’t respond to you, you take it as a sign to let go.

chris let his tongue circle your clit at a relentless pace before then he felt it; he heard you. a cry of his name. you coated his tongue, muscles clutching as your ass practically shook against his face. you were shaking—your legs couldn't stop twitching. if it weren't for his firm grip on your thighs, you wouldn't have been able to withstand so much.

with a final lick to your sensible core, he drew out a whimper from you. you had to reach out and push his head away when you started getting overstimulated.

it’s been so long since you had a proper orgasm, and you could barely take it. you’re whining under your breath as you try to come up from your high, face shoved into the pillow to avoid chris seeing you so slutted out.

a large hand comes up to cup your butt, squeezing the fat in his palm before letting go to give you a slap. he bites away a smirk when you gasp and look over your shoulder with a glare.

“think i’ll be able to fuck you better than men your age?” you know chris was challenging you, but frustration had been bubbling up inside you ever since his nonstop teasing.

you sneak a small smile at him, “maybe? i’m not sure.” and when you hear the shuffle of his zipper and his belt unbuckling, you couldn’t be too sure that you’d grow to be right.

“yeah, we’ll fuckin’ see ‘bout that.” he mumbles, scoffing out a small laugh as he strokes his leaky cock and huffing under his breath. chris uses his free hand to cup your waist when he thrusts forward to come in contact with your puffy cunt, his pink mushroom tip moving in languid motions over your sore nub. your brows pinch together at the feeling of his heavy dick being hugged in between your folds, so lost in the euphoria that you fail to hear your phone ringing until chris leans away to grab your phone.

“wha—“

a wicked smile forms on his face as he taps you on your shoulder, bringing the screen splayed out as your daughter’s name up to your face. when you lock your eyes with it, you gasp and hurriedly place your palms flat against the bed, shooting up and attempting to grab your phone from chris before he pulled it back from you.

“don’t answer it!” but it’s too late.

“hello? mom?”

your eyes widen as chris snickers quietly behind you.

“o-oh,” you clear your throat, fighting a small moan that dared to slip out when he starts to create soft, chaste kisses near the inside of your neck. you nearly backed your hips up against him, but you knew if you did, you wouldn’t be able to stop, “hi—hi honey.”

“umm,” eve stutters out a laugh, “are you okay?”

your words get caught in your throat when chris reaches down to fist his dick and tap his leaking tip against your drooling pussy, squeezing your eyes shut as you pray that the wet pat pat pat didn’t pick up on the other line.

“‘course i am . . . w-why wouldn’t i be?”

“okayyyy, if you say so,” she snickers once again, “but could you facetime me? i want to show you this top i’d think you lik—“

“no!” and when there’s a long pause, you continue hurriedly, “sorry, baby. i just mean . . i can’t right now.”

“uhh, okay. i’ll just buy it for you some other time.”

“yeah. thanks, honey. i’ll s-see you later, ‘kay?” you tuck your lip between your teeth as chris uses his dick to play with your needy pussy.

“. . . sure? bye m—“

chris ends the call for you, throwing your phone somewhere across your room with a cocky smile.

he chortles, “jesus, you’re bad at lying. just tell your daughter you’re ‘bout to get fucked by her boyfriend.”

you glare at him, immensely bringing your brows into a furrow, “no, i’m not gonna say that. are you crazy?”

“maybe.”

your eyes rolled—yet part of you felt like he wasn’t exactly lying. after all, he could probably be insane. perhaps he was. who would even seduce their girlfriend’s mother anyway . . . ?

to be frank, you couldn’t really care. all you really cared about was getting pleasured—riding out orgasm after orgasm with him, and that’s exactly what you ended up doing for hours on end.

you would find yourself with your ass perked up high in the air, arms folded over each other as chris mercilessly pounds into your sweet pussy, relishing in how you squealed and whined at the pure stretch and length of his cock. you’ve always known he’d be big; those grey sweatpants gave him no mercy on him, but to have him deep inside you, he felt so much more bigger.

“look at you, takin’ my cock like a big girl.” it’s ironic, considering how he’s almost a decade younger than you, but chris really was proud of you. the minute he started sliding the head of his dick near your slick entrance, you were immediately running away and gasping that he wouldn’t fit. but with a little work, he’s got you moaning and all fucked out for him.

chris playfully brings a hand to feel near your tummy, his fingers plucking the fabric of your tanktop and sliding it further, further and further until his thumb brushes against your perky nipples. of course you just happened to not have a bra on.

“c-chris,” you moaned, body shaking and bouncing with every hard thrust your daughter’s boyfriend gave you. it’s so sudden—in just seconds, he’s had you with your back flush to his bare chest, his hand around your throat and your palms flat on your bed to fuck you impossibly deeper. you felt your back arch off his back and it didn’t take long for him to reach that particular spot. once you felt his tip prod against there—way past inside the orifices of your cunt, you let off a sweetened whimper.

“feel good, honey?” chris mocks lowly against your ear, using a hand to cup your bouncing tit and lightly pinch your nipple. he wraps that arm around your torso to keep you steady before his free hand slithers down in between your thighs to catch your clit in his fingers. he rubs soft motion on your sensitive nub and immensely watches your face contort into something pretty and fucked out, “take this dick like a good girl, baby. c’mon, i know you can.” he groans against your ear.

he keeps fucking you like that until your arms give out and you can’t hold yourself up anymore, letting you hide your arms under the pillow and lay your chest flat against the bed. chris leans down to watch your sweet cunt swallow up his cock each time he pulls away, a creamy white ring forming on the thick base. he grabs onto the fat of your ass and smiles in awe as he gawks at the way you fuck yourself back onto him eagerly, your ass clapping against his pelvis noisily.

eyes roll into the depths of your cranium so far back that your vision was pure black. squelch after squelch—it was so erotic, the build up of your incoming release yet again.

it was so slow and tense, you felt your thighs ache and tremble the more you were arched all over for chris; the most sluttiest arch he’s seen in a while.

you found yourself whining out his name as if it was a lewd mantra. over and over again. to chris, though, it was purely music to his ears.

“chris—chris!” you cried out with a squeal, practically a warning before you tense up, hips rapidly twitching as you cum around chris’ dick. white floods your vision when he fucks himself into slower and deeper, letting you ride out your orgasm until you calm down and grow lax against his hold.

god, this was so wrong.

“fuuuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” chris groans as his eyes roll to the back of his head when your hole tightens around his cock. his release vastly approaches and just within seconds, you’re getting filled up to the hilt. your cunt was practically overflowed with such dumps of his cum—you’ve never felt more filled. he shook a little, a hand gripping your ass as you slowly whined your hips to milk him for what he’s worth.

“atta girl.” chris purrs, that same sly smile pressing against his lips as he leans down to kiss you from over your shoulder. his gaze was so hypnotizing. such pools of blue that looked like it had a story to tell . . .

maybe that story is ready for another day though.

thankfully you didn’t get caught.

or did you—you both left your bedroom, you limping down the stairs with chris’ help. but what you don’t realize is how your daughter is already home, sitting down on the couch and busying herself with a movie.

eve spots you both with a smile, you and chris both scrambling apart with bewilderment sketched across your faces. she snickers at you.

“why were you guys upstairs?”

you glance at chris, who somehow had a solemn look on his face, and back at your daughter, “i, uh . . . i was showing him the bathroom.”

“oh . . okay. wellll, i bought you some clothes, i’ll go put them up in your room!” and then she’s getting off the couch, walking up to chris to cup his cheek and place a kiss on his lips. it momentarily brings disgust to you, but you swallow it down when he glances at you.

“you good?” chris chuckles under his breath.

you smile back at him, “. . yeah.”

you don’t know if you’re starting to regret it, or if you want more, but you don’t get more time to think it through when your daughter calls your name from upstairs.

“erm. mom? is this shampoo—? what’s this white stuff on your bed? doesn’t look like shampoo.”

the both of you share the same frozen expression, impish smiles fading before chris nudges you to speak after long seconds passes.

“huh? oh, that’s, uh, mayonnaise. i forgot to clean up after myself.”

eve giggles, “aren’t you allergic to mayonnaise?”

you mentally facepalm, feeling yourself break into a sheepish sweat before you let out a low, “i guess not that brand of mayonnaise.”

“right. riiiight,” your daughter mutters, hearing her footsteps across the floor. it was abrupt, and you felt something fall—adding a followup of her yelling out her boyfriend’s name, “wait a minute . . .” and she glances down near the floor. “aren’t these your boxers, chris?”

guys its my second day of school snd i literally got builled on my first day and im agout to shit myself

i need the make u wet the bed please im begiging

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𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

cater 2 u (fluff)

scream for me (requested & smut)

10 things i hate about you (requested & smut)

be my distraction (smut)

make you wet the bed ft. matt (smut)

B.A.S (smut)

don’t call the cops (smut)

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

yessir (smut)

slept on you (smut)

she’s not you (smut)

make you wet the bed ft. chris (smut)

c’mon..i don’t bite (vampire fic & smut)

this will be updated as i go :)

momma got that buncha crunch cakew waiitt im so wet right now

wearing a certain dress that triggers something in chris, he ends up fucking you against a wall :)

your cheek was pressed against the wall forcefully as chris fucked you from behind, showing not a single bit of mercy towards you who were literally all shaking and whimpering. you didn't know what had triggered this feeling in him, what had pushed him to play with you in that very rough way. you only knew that his eyes, usually so clear and pure, had darkened sharply at the sight of your body trapped in that fucking tight and revealing dress.

"sluts always deserve a lesson when they push my limits, you know that right?" his head moved slightly as he leaned close to your ear to murmur those lust-filled words, voice so low that shivers passed over your naked, sweaty body. at your lack of response, due to your brain completely blacking out from pleasure, a large hand hit your ass in a hard slap, making you jump on the spot as you quickly nodded. “y-yes” you moaned out, and you could practically hear him grin in satisfaction at your submission.

"good girl" his hips were bruisingly slamming against you, cock practically bullying its way past your cervix entrance with every merciless thrust. your eyes were rolling in the back of your head as he continued at that fast pace, quickening it every now and then as his head fell back with several groans slipping from his swollen lips. your head was foggy, loud sobs and incoherent moans of his name spilling past your lips. "y'crying now? after teasing me like that, huh?" he was enjoying himself so much, and it made your subtle frustration grow as you moaned again. chris pounded into you, angling himself slightly to get a better position so he could hit all the spots to drive you crazy completely.

the imprints of his strong fingers were practically tattooed into your delicate skin at that point, ruining it. you arched your back, he murmured about how tight you were, so tight it could practically snap in half, your legs burned with the effort of standing after all he put you through and orgasm was close to hitting him as his thumb came down to tease your neglected and puffy clit to make you follow him too.

"and - fuck - forget that dress. it's torn somewhere on the floor" but you didn't care. really. you would have bought a thousand if that would have been his response every time.

wait i missed sub matt

MIRROR MIRROR – matthew b. sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings : SMUT, INSECURE!SUB!MATT, use of 'mama', use of a mirror?, handjob, praise, short

author's note : credits to @soupuurr to getting to the idea before i could write it. :,)

"look at that, matty.. you're perfect," she cooed in his ear, directing the boy's attention to her hand wrapped around his sensitive cock. matt let out a strangled moan as she moved her manicured hand faster along his shaft, his insecure thoughts thrown out the window.

"s'good mama-" he breathed. he looked at his reflection in the mirror before him, watching as his beloved girlfriend jerked him off. "yeah, baby? you like watching me get you off?" she whispered sinfully, moving her hand to his tip.

matt let out a louder moan, "mama, m'gonna cu-um," he whined, "can i cum mama?" she moved her hand faster, encouraging him, "tell me how good you are, there's not anything wrong about you. tell mama how pretty you are."

his jaw went slack and his eyebrows furrowed as he made eye contact with her reflection, he hiccuped, "m'so pretty and nice- and so helpful, ca-ring n'supportive. nothin' wrong with me, m'so perfect."

"yes, there you go, c'mon, cum for me," she praised. the boy let out a cry as his body spasmed, hunching over the slightest as he came, making a mess of the mirror in front of him. he babbled small 'thank you's and 'i love you's as he worked through his orgasm.

such a perfect mess.

TAGLIST : @chemicalsturniolo

i leave this app for a good 2 weeks and i come back to the best smut ever holy shit guys im ovulating

this is actually killing me so bad omg

girl i totally agree with you that matt farting is a ICK!! 😭 like… it’s js giving immature third grader tbh idk maybe that’s just me? 🤷🏽‍♀️

IK

imagine the smell

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