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definitely one of my favorites. no doubt.

Experimenting // C. Sturniolo x Reader.

SYNOPSIS: You and Chris are two teenagers who started dating a few months ago, curiously beginning to experience new things together. WARNINGS: Adolescents, groping, porn, inappropriate language, obscene descriptions, among others.

NOTES: My first language is not English, so if you find any grammatical errors you already know why :) MASTERLIST!!

I was standing in front of the refrigerator, leaning on the door. No matter how hard you search, the inside of the refrigerator would still be empty. I couldn't believe that my mother goes to work and forgets that she has a daughter to feed. what a bummer. My stomach growls with hunger and my moody face grows bigger. I remember that there was half of the bread I had for breakfast in the morning left in the cupboard, so I head over there and take a good bite. End of the month was always difficult in my house, my parents' salary was not enough.

I sit at the table and look out through the window. Since I left school at noon it seemed like a terrible rain was coming and it didn't take long to wait. The drops were pattering against the glass and the sky was dark. She still had her backpack on from having just arrived while she chewed the little bread I had left. I distract myself with some TV and settle down at the table, leaving my backpack aside. A few minutes pass until I hear a knock on the door. It's a little hard for me to see who it is because the rain soaked through the window, but I see a figure standing at my door.

I can't figure out who it is but I get up from my place to run to the door anyway, If someone is getting wet in the storm there must be a reason. Once I opened the door it's not hard for me to know it's Chris, so I smile excitedly, I don't even mind getting soaked in the rain. We had already seen each other at school all day, but I love seeing him again.

"Hurry up, stop looking at me and open up to me, I'm getting wet." Chris speaks, pretending to be angry as I open the door for him and we run towards the house. He has a bag in his hand with a Pepsi bottle peeking out of it.

Once inside the house I leave him a short kiss on the lips and go in search of a towel. When he returns to the kitchen he is obviously already quite comfortable at the table, as if it were his home.

"What's the matter that you came, honey?" I asked for. Every time I say a pet name to him I get butterflies in my stomach, a mix between shame and happiness to be able to call it that. We have been dating for a very short time.

He begins to dry himself with the towel and leaves it on the back of the chair.

"Your mom told me she didn't leave you anything for lunch." he finally says. He points to the bag he brought that has two hamburgers in it. My eyes lit up and he pulled me on top of him to hug him and fill his face with kisses. "Oh my God ma, You're seriously very hungry." He says laughing as he tries to reciprocate the kisses I give him on the mouth.

"I love you I love you I love you" I stayed sitting between his legs and got ready to eat, I was very hungry. Chris repeats my action and takes a good bite.

We started talking about trivial things and every so often we gave each other a couple of kisses. It makes me very happy to spend time with him outside of school because everything feels a little more intimate. He is very good company and he always knows what to say to me to make me laugh, I had a great time with him because in addition to being boyfriends, we are best friends.

"Bro, you don't know what Nate told me" Chris says with a gossipy lady tone. "Do you remember the girl who was chasing him?"

"Ema?" She asked with her eyebrows furrowed, he nods quickly with the burger in his mouth.

"He says they went to a boring party and out of nowhere Ema took him to the darkness and gave him a blowjob" He starts laughing out loud and I can't help but laugh with him. Not only about what he tells me, but about how he spoke with his entire mouth full.

"Oh Chris, you are disgusting."

"She is the disgusting one, how is she going to give him a damn oral, what if someone sees them?. I would die of shame."

Although I know that it is very easy for Chris to talk about that topic, I still feel sorry for him. We've been dating for a very short time and I know that this topic should be a little more normal for both of us, but I can't help but get nervous when I think about it.

"You already know what she is like, She is a slut looking for male attention, she must be more than fucked" say, trying to handle the situation and pretending that I understand everything.

Chris shrugs his shoulders and finishes his burger.

"Anyway ma, Aren't you ashamed of that?" He sees my confused face and adds "You know, stupid, to do it in places that can discover you."

Chris' comment makes me think he has no idea what he's talking about.

I laugh and deny.

"Did you do it?"

I pray to all the saints that their answer is no. If he answers that a woman touched him before me, I'm capable of fainting right there. Chris and me "We went out" since we were twelve years old, when we had our first kiss. But since we were both very little we wanted to try what it would be like to be together until he asked me recently and we made it official. So, he had all the freedom in the world to do whatever he wanted, And since he was quite shameless, I don't doubt that some girl jumped on him.

He takes a while to respond and that catches my attention. It makes me tender when I see him blush and I can't help but laugh.

"What's wrong Chris?" I ask laughing. I approach him and hug him tenderly.

"I thought it was obvious that not..." he answers quite embarrassed. I separate myself from him to look at his face and he is indeed quite nervous.

"oh fool, You don't have to get like that because of that. It's not that there is an age to do it, Just because others do it at your age doesn't mean you're obligated to do it."

He looks to the side, avoiding looking at me, he always does that when he's very embarrassed. My boy, I want to fill him with kisses. He turns to me again and crosses his arms, now not only is he embarrassed, but he seems offended.

"Do you?"

"Don't be stupid Chris" I approach and give him a kiss. "You know how I am, I've always been in love with you, how can you imagine that I could even touch a hair of another boy other than you."

"I don't know about the hair but the cock..." He responds laughing, he is no longer offended.. "Weren't you there because you didn't want to or because the moment didn't happen?"

I think about the answer a little, remembering a couple of random situations.

"You already know what Madi and Sofía are like." I remember him, referring to the fact that both have a long history. "They always tried to get me to have something with some random guy, but I always refused."

It seems that my answer gave him peace, I guess he must have been thinking the same thing as me, that no one has been with me before him.

"And you would like it...?" I notice again how the color rises to his cheeks. Although it makes me tender, it also provokes different things in me. The conversation has me quite comfortable and thinking about those things makes me start to become delirious.

"Yeah, could be..." I look the other way "And you?"

"Yeah, I don't know..." respond too, embarrassing "And have you looked at... any of that?"

We both avoid saying "the word", After all, we are two teenagers who are just learning about everything.

"You mean porn?" I go straight to the point, tired of your turns. It's not usually like this, but you can see that he really got nervous. He nods his head. "Oh yes, but I don't like the men's and women's ones very much."

"No? And what are you looking at?" He seems quite confused.

"of girls" I answer timidly. He seems surprised and laughs.

"Seriously you are...?"

"No, Chris. But I like what girls do to each other, it seems more normal to me, I don't know... Boys are more aggressive with girls, and I don't feel like they enjoy it very much."

"Oh yeah, it's true. The kids say that's cool, but I don't think so."

"Yes, they suffocate or hurt them, I don't know if that's the case."

"How do girls do it if they don't have dicks?"

"Do not be stupid, Chris" I laugh. "You have never seen?" denies. "They didn't show you either?" deny again. "That's strange, boys always like it."

"I heard but never saw" raises his shoulders.

An idea crosses my head, but I'm not sure how good it is. We look at each other while we are both silent, thoughtful..

"Shall we look?" We asked in unison and laughed at the coincidence.

We both nod and I get up to go get the laptop. I go back to the kitchen, I clean the table a little and sit on my boyfriend's lap again. I open the computer, I search and put one of the videos. I look at Chris, he's curious and I smile because I know he's going to like it. The video starts playing, the girls talk and soon they are on the couch kissing.

"It's the way they do it, You understand?" I tell him, without taking my eyes off the video. "They do it as if they both enjoy it."

Chris is quiet, attentive. We see how they begin to take off their clothes, one of the girls is on top of the other and moves slowly on top of her. I like the way they tempt each other, how they play in some way, they don't go "direct" to the fact, but they enjoy all of the above. I wanted to see this just because I wanted Chris to see what it was about, but I didn't think it would turn me on even though I was with him. And while the girl is getting rid of the clothes that cover her opponent, I think about how good it would feel to have Chris's hands doing the same. Sliding his fingers into the straps of my bra to move them over my shoulders, squeezing my tits and even kissing them. I feel something strong on the mount of Venus that descends a little further to my femininity. It's the same thing I feel when I watch those videos alone, but it's enhanced a thousand times more.

Chris's heavy breathing hits the back of my neck and makes me fantasize some more. The girls, now naked, begin to rub against each other, moaning. I imagine how good it would feel to do that same thing on Chris's leg, or on top of his hand, or even on top of him. So, how I'm sitting now, moving. I have to bite my lower lip a little hard, I can't pay enough attention to the video anymore because I'm already lost in my thoughts. How good it must feel to do all that with him.

When one of the girls starts fingering the other, Chris pauses the video, throwing me off. I turned to see him confused, I didn't want to think about how he didn't like it or how he was angry about what I showed him..

"I need to go to the bathroom, ma..." He speaks with a serious tone that leaves me hypnotized for a few seconds. He never spoke to me with that hoarse voice, nor did he look at me with eyes tinted a darker color. I blink a few times and lick my lips nervously. He tries to push me off his lap but I stay still on top of him.

"Because?" I came to ask, without even getting out of how hypnotized it has left me. We stare into each other's eyes and I feel quite hot. I'm still trying to figure out all these new sensations we're experiencing.

"Because..." He looks down and I do the same as him, seeing how his erection is still visible above his gray pants. I had never seen it like that, so I was quite scared. "I'm sorry."

He smiled at her, shaking his head.

"Why are you apologizing? You haven't done anything."

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, forgive me" he rests his forehead on my shoulder.

"I'm hot too" I say out of nowhere, without thinking, completely on impulse. Although it's true, I don't know if it's okay to say it like that. He raises his head and looks at me with a raised eyebrow, making a mischievous smile that I had never seen before either.

"Oh really?" he asked surprised. "And what made you like this?"

"The video... and you."

"I?"

"Yes, because I've started thinking about you doing those things to me."

I don't know where I got the courage from, but the truths come out one after another from my mouth. I guess that's how it is when you trust someone to tell them what's happening to you. He runs the tip of his tongue over his lips slowly and deliberately, making me focus on that action. It doesn't go unnoticed by me how quickly his chest rises and falls and I have a hard time not looking down at his erection. His hands find a place on my waist and squeeze each side of it, making my breath hitch. I still have my back turned to him, he can barely see my face in profile. He raises one of his hands, caressing my back until he reaches my hair and pushes it aside, leaving my neck and part of my neck exposed.

"Would you like it...?" he asks close to my ear, shuddering. "Would you like me to do all those things to you?"

"Mhm..." I respond with difficulty, feeling how he begins to distribute kisses on the side of my neck. I feel so many things that I don't know how to explain each one.

"Have you ever fingered yourself?" I shake my head slightly. "And you rubbed like them?" This time I nod. His hands caress my waist with such slowness that it sends shocks throughout my body. "Can you imagine if I touched you like that?" His new deep voice makes me bite my lips just imagining what he proposes. His hands travel to my thighs and gently squeeze the area, giving light caresses. I shift a little, involuntarily bumping my butt against his member. "Jesus..." He presses harder on my thighs and makes a deep sigh leave my lips. I try the movement I made again and I feel the hardness beneath me again that makes me want to move more. I repeat this a couple more times and pull myself back, crashing my back into his chest. I turn my head and begin to kiss him, deepening it with our tongues and feeling some sounds interfere with the kiss.

From afar I hear the key making its way into the lock and I startle, quickly getting up from Chris's lap. I take the first seat I can find and forcefully close the computer. My mother walks through the door and looks at us both with a smile.

"They don't know who they let out early today." she says excitedly, but when he sees us both agitated he frowns. She is all soaked from the terrible storm that continues outside, so she takes off her coat while looking at us confused. "And those faces?"

Chris opens his mouth to answer but I rush to speak because I know his excuses are terrible.

"I just thought you were dad, you know how he gets when he sees that Chris and I are alone."

"Oh yes, it's exaggerated, you know they are children" she says, heading to the kitchen to get a glass and pour herself a glass of juice.

Chris and I looked at each other knowingly and laughed silently, looking at the ground.

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imwetforyourmom · 23 hours

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rules

everyone’s welcomed except these people

rules of my writing

➥ I do not write incest. so, do not request nor mention it while on my page.

➥ I don’t write anything to do with bodily fluids. (other than cum, but like duh)

➥ I don’t write about anything to do with sh, other than when congratulating for being clean or something along the lines of that.

➥ I don’t write about mommy/daddy kink, I can’t write about it without cringing.

➥ I don’t write about the triplets abusing someone or character.

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rules of my blog

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imwetforyourmom · 24 hours

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eyes on mine

summary: you’ve always been scared of eye contact.. it makes you nervous, and since chris has noticed this, he likes to use it to his advantage during times.

warnings: smut (legit no plot, js straight into the smut), no plot, hair pulling, throat grabbing (not choking), dom!chris sub!reader, unprotected sex (dont be silly, be on the pill), slight aftercare

a/n: as someone who’s not afraid of eye contact, I truly hope I did this fic justice 😭

a/n 2: thank you all sm for 900 followersss!! also, I posted this one to keep y’all fed till I can get ‘not her pt2’ out 😓😓

not proofread

chris grabbed the back of y/ns neck, craning her neck to look at chris through the mirror, making eye contact with her as he plowed deep into her from behind. “look at you baby, you look so pretty getting fucked dumb by my cock, yeah?” he spoke in a breathy voice, with each thrust of his hips he knocked the air out of his lungs.

chris returned his hands to her hips, stabilizing her as he pounded his cock into her tight walls. his eyes trained on the way her ass bounced and recoiled each time his pelvis hit it, it was fucking amazing and he couldnt get enough of it.

one of his hands moved off her hips and carressed her ass cheek, before groping it not lightly at all. he was groping, manhandling and slapping it. “god, you’re so fucking pretty.” chris whispered, his eyes moving off y/ns ass to glance at her fucked out face in the mirror, making eye contact.

“you like this?” chris asked, his tone seductive. he kept his eyes trained on hers, knowing that there was a bubbling sense of she-doesnt-know-what in her stomach, he could tell by the way her eyes faltered when they made eye contact.

y/n didnt answer, it was already hard enough to keep her eyes on his but having to use her voice, knowing it was going to be raspy and breaking with each word, purely due to the way chris was making her feel—not his cock, but the way his eyes looked into hers.

“cmon, baby, answer me.” chris’ fingertip trailed all the way up her spine, lightly and carefully, knowing it’d send goosebumps scattering all over her body.

y/n swallowed, “y- yes, fuck, I do, I love it!” she moaned loudly, dropping her head to give her neck a rest, unaware of the soon consequences.

chris grabbed her hair, making a make-shift ponytail and pulled her head back up. he leant down some, his head next to hers. he stared right into her eyes through the mirror. his eye contact not once faltering.

“eyes on mine, pretty girl.” he whispered into her ear, tightening his grip around her hair, slightly pulling it.

y/n bit her lip as she looked into chris’ eyes, her stomach twisting and churning. “fu- fuck, chris, I cant, please.” she whined, tears brimming at her eyes—not from the eye contact, instead from the brutal snap of his hips into hers. it felt so fucking good, but it felt too good.

“no.” he spoke, his eyes boring into hers. strands of his hair sticking to his forehead, each slightly curled due to the thin layer of sweat on his body. “you can take it. take it like a good girl f’me.” he grunted, leaning back again and fixing his pace, as when he was leant over it was sloppy.

chris continued his thrusting, his eyes not once leaving hers. he stared into her eyes, admiring them, admiring the color of them and the details they withheld.

he took his time analyzing and admiring them, as this is probably the closest he’ll get to willing eye contact. normally, y/n immediately looks away and or hides her face. its cute, but sometimes chris just wants to admire his girlfriends eyes.

“fuck! chris, i’m- i’m close!” y/n moaned, her words drawing out, it took everything in her not to roll her eyes back. her palm gripped the bedsheets beneath her, suppressing a scream.

“yeah? you gonna cum on my cock?” his hips began sputtering, signaling his high as well. chris’ hand snaked around her hip, finding her clit and rubbing tight and sensual circles.

y/n lets out a moan at this, the knot in her stomach snapping not too long later, a pornographic moan slipping past her lips as she climaxed all over his cock. her walls squeezing around him, almost immediately making chris cum with a moan. his cum painting her walls white, his hips stopping deep inside her, ensuring not a single drop of his cum left her.

he slowly pulled out, he kept his grip on y/ns hips, before slowly turning her around so she was on her back.

she closed her eyes and attempted to catch her breath, that was until she felt a cold sensation between her thighs, in which, she looked up to see chris in boxers and him cleaning y/n up. he finished, he threw the cloth at the bathroom door, too lazy to actually go into the bathroom and put it with the dirty laundry bin.

he sat next to y/n, sitting her up gently and putting a shirt over her body, before pulling her into him then laying down.

he rubbed her back while whispering praises to her, such as “you did so good, baby” and “your eyes are so pretty” all while lulling her to sleep.

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imwetforyourmom · 1 day

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okay. you guys. my links on my master lists do not work due to tumblr issues, it seems to be a universal issue so its not only me. you’ll have to search or just read my top posts/stories till tumblr is fixed. I do apologize. @staff please fix it

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yall dont read her stories like how I do

Owen // C. Sturniolo x Reader.

SYNOPSIS: You have a small feeling of jealousy after seeing your boyfriend give guitar lessons to a pretty girl, he will fuck you hard to give you security.

WARNINGS: Jealous reader, Chris guitarist, rough sex, delicious touch, music band, among others.

NOTES: My first language is not English, so if you find any grammatical errors you already know why :) MASTERLIST!!

You made your way to the front row, getting a clear view of the stage, with a nearly empty beer. After a few more minutes, the announcer introduces the band once more and the curtains slowly rise. He sees the drummer banging his sticks yelling "3, 2, 1!" and the music starts playing.

You were sweating from all the jumping, but it was still fun. Sure, the people around you bumped into you and at times made you want to yell at them, but it wasn't anything too dramatic. Chris managed to spare a couple of glances at you, nothing out of the ordinary. Oh and you couldn't forget the flashing lights and smoke coming out of the sides every time the tempo dropped, it really was a great performance.

After a few more songs, the band called it a night and everyone returned to their groups. You checked your phone for messages from your father, but that attention was quickly interrupted by a group of girls chatting behind you.

"Ugh, Chris is getting hotter and hotter!"

"I know, I'm dying to talk to him, but he's always in that room."

"I'm sure if you make a move towards him he'll bite you, you're super sexy!"

"Yeah! Believe me, He will sleep with any girl who talks to him, it worked for me!"

"Wait seriously? Girl, I don't believe you!"

"Are you serious? Show me the bracelet!"

You heard the girl in question jingling around the bracelet, that damn bracelet. It made your blood boil, it was so hard not to hit this girl. How could it be so easy? Why did he have to sleep with almost every girl here?

Before you could continue listening to these comments, you ran to the band's private room to join them.

"Hey! Did you like the performance?" Nate asked you, blowing a cloud of smoke in your face.

"Yes, it was definitely one of your best." You laughed nervously and there was Chris, sitting with a girl. Before you thought twice, you walked up to him and gave him a nasty look.

"Ma, this is lynn"

"Lynn...?"

"The girl I give guitar lessons to is a bartender here."

The girl was super hot, enough to worry you. He stood up to be at your eye level and smiled at you:

"Hello! Nice to meet you! Your boyfriend is really talented and a great teacher".

"Ahhh yes, it sure is!" You masked your face with a gentle smile and watched her move out of your sight so you could be alone with Chris. He motioned for you to sit on his lap and you obeyed, his hand moving up your thigh.

"Ma... Do you want to smoke outside... take a break from everything here? I know you said it's okay, but maybe some grass will calm you down."

"Sure, I'm fine, I promise Chris." You lied "That Lynn girl seems nice... and strangely close to you."

"I knew it, you're jealous."

"I am not."

"Ma she's just a friend, don't get any ideas."

"If you say so."

"Hey look at me."

You turn your head to look at Chris, his blue eyes practically glowing under the dim lights of the room.

"Nothing is happening, believe me", He reaffirmed with a sincere look, now moving his hand to the back of his neck. Trust him, he says, I have nothing to worry about.

"It's ok, I'll do it" You smiled and found your lips with his.

"Be quiet! My dad is going to listen to us"

"Like I give a shit"

You laughed uncontrollably and the two of them burst into your room. You desperately clung to his clothes so he could take them off and he mirrored your actions. You lay on your back in nothing but your pink lace panties, being attacked by Chris's wet kisses. Your breathing grew deeper by the second as he caressed your breasts while kissing you hungrily. He began to gently pinch your nipples between his warm fingers as he licked and bit at your tongues, your low moans working as fuel for him.

After managing to leave hickeys all over your neck, he pressed his aching cock against your clothed clit, growing impatient with the idea of fucking you mercilessly.

"I want it... Chris" you whined, desperately clinging to him for as much contact as possible.

"What do you want, ma? Tell me," he growls, his voice husky and deep, his fingers hooking into your underwear.

"You, all of you"

You watch Chris smile seductively, dragging the flat of his tongue across your abdomen.

"How much do you love me...?" She teased, stretching her grip on your soaked panties.

"Really fucking bad" You moaned, and he kept his eyes on you as he took off your thong.

"Someone's wet" He chuckled as you felt his thumb press against your heat. Chris lowered his head and his thighs closed around the sides of his face.

You shuddered once you felt him kiss your folds a few times before eating you out, quickly swirling his tongue up and down and around your clit.

You were seeing stars, you grabbed a fistful of his black hair and humped his face in an attempt to come.

"Yes, yes~" You bit your lip feeling your face heat up with so much pleasure.

He grabbed your thighs to steady himself and began sucking on your clit, making loud popping sounds. You were too overwhelmed to even try to shut him up and instead let him do his magic.

He drew a moan from you once he stopped eating your pussy and buried his knuckles into the bed, lining himself up with your entrance. Your hands reach out to caress her cheeks, giving her a smile that made her cheeks redden.

"Can.."

And it was like he read your mind in an instant.

"yes"

"Owen~ Fuck!" You moaned as he suddenly slammed into you. She slid in almost effortlessly, given how wet you were. Hearing his name come out of your mouth drove him crazy and turned him on even more.

You felt his length brush against your velvety walls, and he looked at you as you rolled your eyes. You spread his legs wider so he could move his hips forward and hit yours.

The bed creaked, your skin slapped against his, and both of your pants were all you could hear. Your body would go numb and limp every time he touched your cervix. He quickly found your weak spot, making you meow shamelessly.

"Right there, ma?"

"Just there, Owen"

He began abusing your sweet spot, hitting you like you were all he had left. She was also starting to make noise with her moaning, which was weird. You made sure to keep your eyes on him and vice versa as you placed a hand on his face. He rests her head on your hand, drilling his cock deeper, beads of sweat gathering on her forehead.

"I'm coming, Owe... Can I please?" he pleaded at this point, unable to form proper sentences.

"Say it another time"

"Owen"

"Again"

"Owen~ oh my god... I can't, I can't"

"Cum for me, baby"

You arched your back, letting the orgasm course through your entire body. He pulled out too and came onto your stomach, throwing his head back and moaning softly. He held your trembling legs, leaving a trail of kisses all over your body and to your lips. Chris took a washcloth and cleaned you before pulling up his boxers and getting into your bed.

You hugged him under the covers, your fingers brushing his cold skin.

"Chris..." you murmured his name.

"Owen is fine, for tonight." He says and you hummed with a small smile, tracing a line down his chest.

Say.

Say it or you'll regret it

"I love you, Owen"

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imwetforyourmom · 2 days

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thank you for tagging me @orangelala !!

my 10 most recent songs played

• pink matter by frank ocean

• lost by frank ocean

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• her by tyler, the creator

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10 Songs Tag Game

thank you for the tag, @sky-kiss 💋 here are ten from my recently played list

paging @atlabeth @rosewrites @onlycambions @cambion-companion @adevilyoudo @djmorn @muertawrites @hydropyro @tiefling-enjoyer @inaconstantstateofchange (sorry if you’ve already been tagged!)

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imwetforyourmom · 2 days

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I want my friends to talk about me to other people and say about me “yeah, shes a cutie” is that too much to ask for??

#molly speaks #sturniolo

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imwetforyourmom · 2 days

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LOVE, LOVE LOVEEE

𝑅𝑂𝐿𝐿𝐸𝑅𝐶𝑂𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅 - 𝑀.𝑆.

Pairing: Matt sturniolo x reader

Summarize: All you've been doing for the past few months with your boyfriend Matthew is fighting, and you feel like you're stuck in a loop with no end in sight. This night things get serious and he's planning to leave, but he seems be convinced to stay once you take your clothes off.

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ content, angst, arguing, smut, rough sex, dom!matt, overstimulation, p in v, creampie, swearing, unprotected sex.

a/n: wrap it be4 you tap it y'all !!!

It's currently 1:24 in the morning. You're feeling drained, your energy sapped after a gruelling day of work. You return home to your boyfriend, Matt, who always seems to find something to complain about. It seems like even the most minor annoyance can ignite a full-blown argument between you two.

It's not uncommon for couples to bicker, but when it becomes a daily routine, it's a sign that something is wrong. At the very start of your relationship with Matt, you were quite reserved, hesitant about sharing your problems and opening up to him. As the relationship progressed, he noticed your insecurities and understood your vulnerability. He was always there for you in times of need, but one thing you knew about him was that he was just as insecure and was incredibly jealous.

Whenever you mentioned a friend in conversation, he would give you the silent treatment for the rest of the night. In the beginning, you found this possessiveness hot, but over time, you realized that if he couldn't trust you, the relationship was doomed. Tonight, you came back from work and vented to him about your colleague, Jackson. Yet, instead of support, you felt as if he was using your frustration to fuel his own insecurities.

You step into the kitchen, tired from work. You place your keys on the counter, and Matt immediately enters the room. He sidles up to you, his hands circling your waist as he plants a soft kiss on your lips.

"How was work?" His voice is gentle, a warm smile on his face as he pulls you close.

“‘Was okay. Jackson got me some coffee, so I'm feeling a bit better to cook dinner. I almost fell asleep at my desk." As soon as Jackson's name leaves your lips, Matt withdraws his hands from your waist and takes a step back. You're puzzled by his abrupt reaction. He lets out a sigh of complaint from his mouth as he makes the way to the fridge, brushing his forehead.

"Why did you do that?" You ask, but he doesn't meet your gaze. Instead, he busies himself by rummaging through the fridge, wondering what he could potentially eat.

"Do what?" He responds, still avoiding eye contact.

"You walked away as soon as I mentioned Jackson. And I told you I was planning to make dinner." His lack of response is frustrating. He simply grabs a soda, takes a long gulp and places the bottle back in the fridge, smacking his lips together.

“Wasn’t hungry anyways.” He says, walking away and making his own way into the living room. You close your eyes, wondering if tonight’s gonna happen again. You walk behind him, following his steps as he sits on the couch, you just stand there, hesitant to speak.

"Why do you always do this?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, but the hurt is evident. He turns to look at you, his expression unreadable.

"Do what, exactly?" The simplicity of his question stings. You're in love with Matt, but this endless cycle of jealousy and arguments is starting to wear you down.

"Every time I mention Jackson, you act like this. I understand that you're insecure, but Matt, I-" He interrupts you with a nervous chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I'm insecure? You're the one who comes home and talks about Jackson all day long. Jackson, Jackson, Jackson. I'm sick of him, and I'm tired of this." His words hit you hard, and you can see his frustration. You're taken aback, and tears start to well up in your eyes.

"I can't do this right now." You simply turn around and start to walk away.

"Do what, exactly?" He asks, but you brush it off, heading to your room and shutting the door behind you. He follows you, his voice laced with frustration.

"I can't read your mind, so unless you explain what's wrong, I don't know how to help." His words ring in the silence of the room. You say nothing, just take off your shoes and sit on the bed, trying to process everything.

You lay your body down on the bed. turning around so that you couldn’t face him, he scoffs, quickly making his way over the part of his bad as he grabs his things, such as his pillow, his rings, and everything that was sitting on the nightstand.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, turning around as you see him take a suitcase out of the closet and positioning on the floor.

“I’m fucking leaving. We need a break. This isn’t good. Whatever this is, you won’t talk to me and act like a little girl. We’re adults, we are fucking grown ups!” He yells, pointing the finger to his chest as the last words he says leave his mouth. You're speechless as he starts packing his belongings into a suitcase.

He stuffs clothes inside his suitcase and you just can’t say nothing, you feel empty at this point. You sit up, looking at him as he grabs pants and stuff them inside the suitcase.

"Matt, please, I-" You try to speak, but he cuts you off, all his anger coming out all at once.

“I’m fucking sick of this! I’m sick of having to listen about Jackson, and the fact that you won't even talk to me about it? I asked you about it, and you just gave me the silent treatment. I understand that you might feel pressured, but I have every right to be jealous, y/n. Jackson likes you, and I can't keep lying to myself, saying that he doesn't. He fucking does. He buys you coffee, he compliments you, he fucking bought you roses? I mean I get that he’s your friend, but you’re not a friend to him, y/n, and all you do is talk about him, and him, and him.” His words tumble out in a rush, his eyes watering with frustration and hurt. You realise that he's right, and you've been ignoring his feelings lately. You approach him, sitting on the floor next to him, reaching out to touch him. He breaks down, sobbing into your shoulder, pushing you away.

“Don’t- Don’t touch me.” He manages to say while he sobs as he cries. Your hand moves to pull the suitcase to your body, preventing him from packing, as he keeps crying into your shoulder, letting him now you’re there for him.

"You don't even make love to me anymore." His words are a whisper, and they hit you like a punch to the gut, making your heart sink. You hadn't realised how much this was affecting him. You've been in love with him for the past three years and you can't believe you've let things get this bad. How could you not see what has been going on to the boy you’ve been in love with for all this time?

You reach up to cup his face in your hands and pull him in for a kiss. He returns the kiss for a moment, but then pulls away, standing up.

“N- don’t.” He gulps and you just look up at him, towering over you.

"We should end this and maybe take some time apart. We're not thinking about what's best for each other." He rubs his eyes, his voice is filled with sorrow. You can tell he's truly devastated, and you feel a deep sense of guilt. You love this man, and you can't comprehend why you've been neglecting him. You clean your throat breaking the awkward silence, coughing as you finally find the courage to speak.

"Matt, I love you so much, and I understand how you're feeling. I'm sorry for how I've been acting, and I recognise that I haven't been giving you the attention you need. I promise I'm going to focus on you now, okay?" You say. He bites his bottom lip and nods. You walk up to him, placing a hand on his cheek and kissing his cheekbone. He leans into your touch, pressing his forehead against the crook of your neck. You feel his arousal poking your thigh, making you gasp. You get closer to his face, sucking his earlobe.

"I want to do it." You whisper into his ear, and you can feel him groan as his hands move from your hips to your upper back.

"Don't. We shouldn't." He says, but you can't stop yourself. You need him. You kiss the exposed part of his chest, and you could feel his heartbeat as you placed kisses on it, his head thrown back.

"I said stop. We'll end up confusing each other-.”

He groans, making your heart flutter causing a rush of heat to your cheeks. You're fully aware that this isn't right. There's a voice in your head screaming at you to halt, to back off, but you need to feel him, to touch him.

So, instead of stopping yourself, you move closer, burying your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. He straightens up, his fingers finding their way to your hair, gently tucking a loose strand behind your ear. The tenderness of his action only fuels your boldness. You decide to tease him further, your lips finding his neck, suckling gently. He whimpers softly, the pretty sound making your heart race.

A smirk pulls at your lips as you press them into his skin, and as he feels this, his hands find the back of your thighs, a soft whisper of anticipation escaping his lips.

“Jump,” he signals, and so you do. He lifts you up by your thighs, pulling your body closer to his, a sense of urgency in his movements. His mouth finds your neck, leaving a trail of kisses before he gently places you onto the bed, causing a startled yelp to escape your lips.

“You fucking slut. Three times I told you we shouldn’t do this. Three times.” He takes a couple of steps forward, standing on the side of the bed as he watches you squirm under his touch. His fingers find the waistband of your pants, pulling them down in one swift, decisive motion.

“Been acting all night like a fucking brat and look how the table flips once you have no clothes on.” His voice tone is raspy and low, and that makes you even wetter. He climbs onto the bed, removing his shirt to reveal his torso. Your eyes widen at the sight, and you lick your lips, trying to maintain your patience.

He grabs you by the ankles, pulling your body towards his and parting your legs. His fingers find the fabric of your soaked panties, sliding them down your legs. You gasp as his finger makes contact with your soaked folds.

“Looks like our little argument got you all worked up.” He teases, grabbing your right leg by the calf and kissing your shin, light moans leaving your mouth.

“This whore has a fucked up kink.” He gets closer to you, your legs are spread wide open, inviting him. He holds your right leg in place, his lips finding your inner thigh. Your hand instinctively finds his hair as you lean back, savoring the anticipation of what’s about to come. Suddenly, he pulls back, leaving you momentarily puzzled until you feel him spitting on his hand. Before you can fully comprehend what's happening, he enters you.

A startled moan escapes your lips, the suddenness of his action taking you by surprise. He begins to move slowly inside you, pushing himself further, allowing you to take his full length. You bite your lip to stifle any sounds, but the soft moans escape nonetheless.

“Matt- Matt f’s good-“ You manage to say through the plasure, but he quickly silences you, placing his hand over your mouth.

“Shut that mouth.” He places a hand on your tummy, putting some pressure on it so that you could feel the bulge in your stomach.

“Feel me, you feel my cock? This is all me, sweet thing. All me.” he whispers, watching you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. His jaw clenches, a sign of his concentration as he continues his rhythm. You feel yourself tighten around him, the overwhelming pleasure causing your eyes to roll back. As he slides perfectly in and out of you, he reaches for your clit, his thumb drawing lazy circles. You can’t help but moan loudly at the sensation.

“Matt- mphhhh” You let out a shaky breath as he fastens his pace, his tip kissing your cervix each trust.

“What’s the matter, princess? ’s this dick too big? Is it too much for you sweet little pussy?” He grabs you by your cheek, eaning down to claim your lips as you finally feel the knot in your stomach snap. The sounds in the room are enough to push you over the edge. The sound of his labored breaths, the gushing sounds of him pushing himself inside you, the moans, the whimpers. He continues to move inside you as you shake from the intensity of your climax. His head finds the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he continues to play with your clit.

“Matt- Matthew fuck- no more, no more!” You yell out as he grabs you by your hips, pulling you up and prompts you to straddle him. “Ride it, sweetheart.”

At this point, you’re completely exhausted and worn out, you can’t form a single thought and barely comprehend whatever he’s saying. You reposition yourself on him as your head falls onto his shoulder, and he chuckles. “Come on, take it while you ride it.”

He says, and you start moving on his dick, bouncing messily on it as he helps you out by rutting his hips upwards. “Matt- please, stop I’m- fuck!” You cry out as you feel another climax slowly building up, his eyes drinking in the sight of your body.

“Come on angel, just give me one more.” You feel his muscles tense up too, a clear sign that he's close. You feel your walls squeeze around him, once again, and you climax, watching as his jaw drops open in pleasure, his eyes are fixated on your cunt and how you’re bouncing on him. You feel thick hot layers of cum filling you up good, making you whimper.

You both come down from your high, panting heavily. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Matt. I just want you, no one else,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. He kisses your forehead sweetly, his dick resting inside you.

“You apologizing ‘cause I just fucked the shit out of your or what?” He pulls out of you, reaching to grab his shirt from the floor and slipping it back on.

“I’m apologizing ‘cause I love you.” You admit yourself, a smirk playing on his lips as he passes you your panties, you quickly slip them on, his arms sneaking around your neck.

“I love you too pretty, come on, let’s get some sleep.” He lays his body next to yours, inviting you to rest your head on his chest, which you do.

“Fuck!” You hear Matt scream as he pulls his left arm to himself. “Need to change the sheets, they’re fucking soaked.”

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imwetforyourmom · 2 days

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actually no one talk to me. IM SO FUCKING HAPPY OMG. IM FUCKING FAMOUS ISTG @grimholic

#sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #molly speaks

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imwetforyourmom · 2 days

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real. im so pissed fr

wtf why can’t i click on links??? i knew i shouldn’t have updated the app 😭

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imwetforyourmom · 3 days

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GUYS. I WAS READING A FIC AND ANSWERED SOMEONES TEXT AND I LOST THE FIC PLEASE SLMEONE HELP ME FIND ITTT

ok so (I only gor like two sentences in) so like, chris and y/n and his brothers go out to a bar (?) and like the summary said that y/n was looking at chris like in not a friend way, and then she noticed other girls were aswell and she got healous

idk what rlse happens cause I didnt get far in, but if yk what it is pleade PLEASEEE tell mee

#sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #molly speaks

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imwetforyourmom · 3 days

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matt “dont look at me like that unless you want two more babies” sturniolo

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imwetforyourmom · 3 days

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YALL. IM FREAKING OUT OMFG. I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH @vanteguccir

#sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #molly speaks

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imwetforyourmom · 3 days

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not her

warnings: swearing, suggestive, kissing/making out, established relationship, slight grinding

a/n: to the anon that requested, i’m actually so fucking sorry that I forgot. I will be splitting this request into a few parts, so I hope that it makes up for my forgetfulness 🙏🙏

PREVIOUS CHAPTER ~~ NEXT CHAPTER

matt pressed y/ns body against the wall, his lips furiously attacking hers. his hands glued to her hips, holding them against the wall. y/ns hands cupping his cheeks as she kissed him passionately. his hips pressed against hers, grinding his clothed boner against her stomach, seeking any sort of friction to release at least a little bit of the ache in his pants.

their kisses and hips began moving with more need, until, the bell ringing interrupted them. pulling away, y/n whispered against matts lips, “we have to attend class, baby.”

matt pulled off her with a groan, reaching into his pants to adjust his cock in his boxers, attempting to hide it without actually do anything about it, he’d just have to deal with it till class was over.

“yeah, okay” he mumbled, grabbing y/ns arm and pressing a quick kiss onto her forehead, then pulling both her and matt out of the janitors closet. glancing around the hall—only to see not a soul present. he then began walking towards his and y/ns classroom, stopping infront of the door and mumbling “okay, you go first, then ill go after, a few minutes after you. k?”

to which, y/n agreed and walked into the classroom, taking a seat in any available desk she could find.

not too long later, as matt had said he walked into the classroom aswell, taking a seat but not next to y/n, to her surprise he took a seat across the room from her.

the teacher, Mrs. Frayers took a glance at each of them, examining their appearance, both flushed and hair a slight mess, more so matts than y/ns. Mrs. Frayers scoffed and turned back around to the board, pointing to different chalked words and explaining the meaning.

a loud knock on the door was heard, a girl coming in shortly after the knock. she had long, red hair, a slim but slightly tall figure and green eyes that were dark, but had lighter green streaks. she nervously fidgeted with her backpack strap, she took in a breath before saying a meek “i’m the new student.” to the teacher, she was so nervous, yet she looked so confident. her chin held high and her posture was perfect.

Mrs. Frayers smiled at the girl, replying to her. “ah, yes! come here.” the redheaded girl moved quickly, walking to the front of the classroom, awkwardly shifting on her feet. she glanced over at the teacher, whom just looked at her, “are you going to introduce yourself?” Mrs. Frayers asked, her eyebrows raised.

the girl nodded her head, clearing her throat and looking at the students, “i’m amelia and i’m 17.” she spoke, her voice no longer quiet, but now quite loud and speaking with an assertive tone, yet she had no reason to. amelia’s eyes looked through the desks, looking for an empty one, her eyes landing on the one right next to matt, as her eyes examined matt, a sly smirk growing on her face as well as a pink blush on her cheeks. she wants him, and she was going to get him, no matter what. “well, amelia, you may go sit down now.” Mrs. Frayers said, urging her to take a seat so she could continue teaching.

amelia did as said, taking a seat next to matt, matt turned, watching amelia situate herself in the desk. slinging her backpack on the back of her chair and grabbing her books, laying them out before fixing her posture and looking ahead of her, listening intently to the teachers words. she acted as if she was goody miss two shoes, trying to peek matt’s attention by acting all innocent. she knew it would work, it always does.

y/n watched as well, specifically looking at how her boyfriend was staring so hard into some other girl, his eyes trained on her body.

during lunch, where matt had sat with y/n, nick, chris and madi all eating their lunches and chatting together, weirdly enough talking about monkeys, as chris had brought them up, talking about how funny they were. Amelia saw the group and made her way over, if she was going to get matt, she’d need to build a bond with both him and his friends first. she knew what she was doing, this wasn’t amelia’s first time and it sure as hell wouldn’t be her last.

“hi guys!” amelia’s voice interrupted the group’s conversation. “can I sit with you all?” she asked, inching closer to the table, the seat directly next to matt. the chairs weren’t too spaced, and so if she was going to sit next to him, their arms would have to touch each other, whether they liked it or not. “yeah, sure!” chris answered, his eyes glancing at the seat next to matt, then back at amelia, silently wandering why she didn’t just sit with y/n and madi, speaking of how all three were girls and they could talk about girl things together.

amelia took her seat next to matt, grabbing her bottle of water and fake struggling to open it, with a huff, she looked at matt. with puppy dog eyes she tapped his shoulder, he turned around, looking at her with a confused face “yeah?” he asked, his eyes looking at the distressed look on her face and the bottle in her hands. the skin on her finger pinker than usual and slightly rough, showing the evidence of her struggle with the bottle cap.

“can you open this for me, please?” she asked, scooting the bottle towards matt, popping her bottom lip out in a pouty way, in a convincing manner. matt took the bottle from her opening it with ease and placing it back on the table. “woah! you’re so strong” she complimented, her eyes trailing to matt’s bicep in a flirty way. “yeah, thanks.” matt smiled warmly at her, his cheeks going a slight pink from her compliment.

meanwhile, y/n sat on the other side of matt, completely given up on trying to get her boyfriends attention, his entire interaction with amelia she had been tapping his shoulder, whispering his name and even going as far as placing her hand on his thigh trying to get his attention, yet she had been ignored each time. so now, she was slumped in her chair, arms crossed over her chest as she didn’t bother to look at amelia and matt, but was forced to listen to their conversation. amelia’s voice being high-pitched and so annoying to the point y/n so badly wanted to rip her ears off and leave it at that.

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