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midorisplash · 5 days

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“Can I sleep in here?”

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo × Reader

Summary: You're spending the night with the triplets and your bestie Nick makes you sleep on the couch. You don’t like it very much... so you'll find somewhere else to sleep.

Warnings: Making out, mentions of commit issues, handjob, cum eating.

A/n: cracking my knuckles with this one, first time writing in so long but I was horny.

“Chris.” You opened his door with a knock standing at the door frame. “Hm?” He groaned twisting under his sheets his head pushed into his pillows. “Chris.” You spoke again. “Can I sleep in here?” He groaned loudly and turned onto his back sitting up on his elbows. “Hm? Why?” He mumbled his voice deep and raspy. “Cause the couch is uncomfortable, and it’s dark and lonely out there.” You spoke honestly. You saw, only from the moon lighting up his bedroom a grin spread across his face. “Just sleep with Nick.” “No, he always takes all the covers from me.” You spoke rolling your eyes and walking into the room closing the door behind you. “You won’t even know I’m here. Please.”

Chris groaned and finally nodded watching as you quickly walked over crawling into bed next to him. “You’re lucky I don’t like sleeping alone and Matt didn’t want me in his room tonight.” He spoke letting his body plop onto the bed his hands coming up to rub his tired face. “Why not?” You spoke. “Cause he’s yapping about some alone time.” He huffed folding his arms. “He’s like alone all the time, how more alone can you get.” You nodded at his words. “Why do you always wanna sleep with one of them anyway?” He sighed and looked at you. “Cause I get lonely, just how you felt.” You smiled looking back at him. “Well, was good I came in here then. We needed each other's company.” He nodded and smiled at you before it quickly dropped, he blinked looking back at the ceiling.

You noticed that reaction and frowned. “What was that for?” You spoke softly. “Nothing. It's stupid.” He smiled and chuckled to himself. “That just felt too intimate..” “It’s literally wasn’t at all.” You giggled. “Yeah it was you were like ‘I’m lonely’ and I was like me too, and then we kissed that’s basically what happened.” Chris spoke. You laughed quietly nudging his arm. “It's not funny, that's what happened..” He smiled. You rolled your eyes taking a breath. “You wish. What’s so bad about it being an intimate moment between us? The thought of that's so bad you had to look away in disgust?” “Cause it didn’t feel friend intimate it felt partner intimate. And I didn't look away in that way I was just nervous.” He grumbled the last party looking back to you.

“Oh, so partner intimates not okay between us?” You whispered looking back at him. “I- I mean… I didn’t say that…Yeah, it’s cool.” He muttered clearing his throat. “Umm, so you wanna start heading to bed?” You smiled at how fast he changed the subject, you could tell he had gotten nervous and shy from the silly conversation. You wished you could see his face better the moon wasn't light enough to show you how red you knew his face was, but you could see how almost puppy-like his eyes looked. So vulnerable that small moment enough to make him look and feel that way. As his friend you knew too well about his committ issues so that explained why he was getting so shy from it feeling so intimate. “I'm not that sleepy now, I wanna keep talking If that's okay.” You spoke sitting up enough you could look down at him. “You okay Chris?” "Y-yeah I’m fine..” He spoke softly.

You had always wanted to do something with Chris but because of your relationship with him and his brothers and of course his issues, you knew it probably would never happen. But in this moment you couldn’t help but ask a simple question. The worst he could say was no. “Can I kiss you?” He blinked but to your surprise nodded pretty quickly. You smiled and looked down at his lips letting your eyes fall close as you leaned down your lips connecting with his. He kissed back trying to keep up with the pace of your movements as you licked and bit at his lip. He moaned quietly and sat up so the kiss could deepen bringing a hand to rest on your waist.

You both sat fully up Chris's back resting against his headboard your hand trailing down his chest to the hem of his pajamas. He pulled away his lips wet and puffy from all your bitting. “D-do you wanna do more? It’s up to you.” Chris whispered trying to catch his breath quietly. You smiled and nodded looking down to where your hand was resting, further down his dick creating a tight tint in his pants. Chris felt embarrassed you saw him like this and couldn’t help but turn his head away from you wanting to hide his face. You looked at him bringing your hand up to his chin to make him look at you. “Pull your pants down.” “Okay.” Chris nodded taking a deep breath and holding it bringing his hand down and lifting his hips pulling his pajamas down just enough that his hard dick sprung out from his lack of underwear.

Chris let out his breath feeling it hitch just from the way you looked at it his body starting to tremble. You placed your hand to rest on his lower stomach using your index finger to rub in a small circle down to his groin. His hips twitched up erupting a chuckle from you, looking at his face. He had his eyebrows knitted together his lip tucked under his teeth he looked so ready for any simulation of his painfully hard dick. “C-come on.” He whispered and finally looked at your eyes. You smiled looking back at him. “I can tell you haven’t been touched in a while.” You spoke bringing your hand up to your mouth spitting in it. Chris nodded watching your hand closely holding his breath as you brought it back down to his dick finally granting him some relief of wrapping your warm hand around his erection.

He let go of the breath he was holding his head falling back onto the headboard, his eyes fluttering close. “Fuck.” He moaned thrusting up a bit. You slowly started to move your hand up and down his shaft looking at him to watch his face contort. With his pre cum and your spit it made your hand glide with ease rubbing over the head of his cock making his dick twitch each time. “Look at me.” You whispered. He tried to keep his head up and his eyes open to look at you biting at his lip to suppress his most pitiful moans.

You smiled and brought your free hand behind his neck starting to scratch his head rubbing at his scalp. “Ugh…Oh my god.” He whimpered grabbing your neck gently and pulling you back into a kiss that quickly became heated. You kept a steady pace of his leaky dick making sure to rub at his slit with every other pump. Chris groaned into the kiss his hand flying to the base of his dick holding it tightly. It was so embarrassing. He didn’t want you to think of him as a sex-less loser but that’s sorta what he was. Just from a few minutes of you jerking him off, he felt his stomach gain that familiar knot daring to break at any moment. His dick twitched in your fist and his legs twisted around the bed he couldn’t help but pull away from the kiss to look at your hand working his dick. “I’m gonna cum..” He whimpered putting his hand to his side to keep himself from grabbing your hand and making you stop. The overwhelming feeling of his orgasm about to rush over him making him whine and whimper without any care who would hear. You giggled and looked at his face taking in exactly how he looked. Sp fucked out, and he hasn't even came. “Go ahead, Chris, I want you to cum.” You whispered scratching the back of his head before gripping it roughly.

“Agh fuck! Fuck me… I’m cumming!” He whined his eyes closing tightly as the knot in his stomach finally ripped apart hard his orgasm rushing through him. He thrusted up his cum spurting onto his chest and oozing onto your hand. You looked down to watch and gasped with a giggle. You didn’t stop your hand jerking him off till he rode out his orgasm shaking and wresting around his bed.

You gave him a couple more pumps then let go of his hair and dick holding your hand out in front of you. He brought his hand to his lower stomach rubbing at it in hopes to calm his shaking body down. He panted hard and loud turning his head to look at you. “T-that..that was so fast. I’m sorry.” He spoke. “Don’t apologize. I’m glad I could help you cum like that, lonely boy.” You smiled bringing your hand to your face and looking at it a moment before sliding your finger into your mouth and tasting his cum.

He watched you in amazement a smile forming on his face. “Did you seriously just do that?” He spoke raising an eyebrow. “What about it, I wanted to taste you.” You smiled back sucking on your other finger. Chris rolled his eyes slightly taking a breath before speaking. “You’re amazing.” He spoke leaning in a kiss you again.

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recklesssturniolo · 5 months

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Early Morning - C.S

Soft dom!Chris, “ma” & “mamas”, reader and Chris are dating

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Rolling over as Chris’ alarm goes off, him refusing to do it himself I turn it off and roll back over to face him.

“Chris come on, you know you have that meeting this morning. Nick will kill you if you make them late” I say playing with his hair.

He grumbles into his pillow before opening his eyes and mumbling out, “Five more minutes, keep playing with my hair it feels so nice”

I roll my eyes but let him fall back asleep for the five minutes he asked for before waking him up again.

“Alright pretty boy times up” I tell him.

In response he pulls me closer to him, my back now against his chest. Only wearing one of his shirts and a thong I immediately can tell he’s hard - as he is every morning. I feel him slowly grind his hips against my ass as he places gentle kisses on my neck.

“Chris we don’t have time for this” I reply, ignoring the wetness beginning to pool in my panties.

“Come on ma, you know it’ll feel good. Then I’ll get up I promise” He croaks into my ear, his voice still raspy from just waking up.

He continues grinding himself against my ass, but moves his hand to my pussy, a moan slipping from my mouth as I felt his touch.

“See baby you’re so wet for me already” He whispers into my ear. His hand slowly massaging my clit. My face flushing as the small gesture that came with so much please.

“I - fuck Chris” I whimper out, my hands gripping the sheets as I feel his fingers enter me.

The air now thick with desire as he pumps his fingers into me, noticing him slowing down his pace, I whine.

“No don’t slow down”

“I want you to ride me mamas, you look so good on top of me” He smirks.

The words flowing so effortlessly from his mouth only cause me to ache with the want of him more. Turning him onto his back, he removes his boxers before bringing his hand up and tugging on the hem of the shirt I had on, his head nodding upwards signalling for me to take it off. Him immediately reaching for my breasts as I weave our lips together, tugging on his hair as our tongues collided.

My breath hitches as he smacks my ass, “Come on pretty girl, you know we don’t have much time”

I position myself so his dick is in line with my entrance. I slowly sink down onto him, whining as I struggle to take in his size.

“You can take it ma, show me how much of a good girl you are for me” He murmurs out, his eyes clenching shut the further he was inside of me.

Moans flowing from both of our mouths as he’s fully inside me. I begin bouncing on him, almost dizzy from the sensation of him inside of me.

“F-feels so good Chris fuck” I whimper.

“Yeah? You like how I feel deep inside you baby?” He groans back, now thrusting his hips upwards, meeting mine each time I went back down.

“Keep doing that, please” I whine out, my eyes rolling back as I feel his strong gaze on me, watching my every move.

I feel one of his hands leave the side on my waist, crying out in pleasure, my head being thrown back as he begins using him thumb to move circles on my clit. Becoming intoxicated by the sensation.

“Mm look so pretty bouncing on my dick mamas” He grunts, both of us picking up our pace. His hips now hitting mine perfectly, his dick lined up directly with my g-spot only causing me to whimper out his name louder as the knot is my stomach got tighter.

“I love you saying my name like that baby but you gotta stay quiet for me okay?” He says, knowing his brothers could easily hear if I didn’t quiet down.

“I - yeah fuck I’ll be quiet” I whimper, “Please don’t stop Chris I’m so close” My jaw slightly dropping as I felt my climax become closer and closer, while being aware of his dick starting to twitch inside me.

Locking eyes with him, his glazed over with lust as he looked my body up and down.

“Fuck I’m coming, come with me ma, I know you can. Fuck you feel so good” He says, his breath slightly becoming faster as he hits his high.

“Oh my god Chris” I strain out, my pussy pulsating as I come. Feeling nothing but ecstasy flow throughout my body as both of our moans fill the air. Shockwaves of pleasure continuing to flow through us.

With a couple more thrusts of him inside me, I slowly remove myself off of him, his come dripping out of me as I did. A small groan leaving my mouth as I noticed. Looking over at him, sweat on his forehead, his breathing returning back to normal, he takes him thumb and slowly traces my bottom lip with it.

“Such a good girl for me” He mumbles, pulling me close and connecting our lips again, “One more round mama”

Pulling away from him, a groan leaving his mouth as I did, I smile slightly before replying, “I’d love to but I can already hear Nick bitching about how he ‘just knows’ you’re gonna make them late”

“Fuck sakes Nick” He sighs, but doing as he promised and getting out of bed, placing a quick kiss on my forehead before heading over to his closet.

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citysweet · 8 months

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一 chris teaching you how to give head

♡ except i have no idea how to give head

♡ might actually delete this.

♡ 1154 wc

it was 4 months into your relationship, but it's not like you haven't fucked. you have, plenty. you were just shy when it came to giving him oral. but chris being the sweetheart he is, he didn't push it onto you (bare minimum be fr). until you decide to bring it up while you're cuddled up in his lap. you lift your head, looking up at him. "channie?"

"yes princess?" he asks, knowing you only call him that when you want something. when you nervously stay quiet, he speaks up again, "what's up angel?" you turn your head back, unsure how to ask him. he softly grabs your chin, turning your head back to face him. he nods, waiting for you to continue.

"um..i wanna.." you mumble before lowering your hand and pawning at him crotch, hoping that'd get the message across. he chuckles and moves his hands to your hips, "next time just say so princess." he leans in, pressing his lips to your neck. you whine softly, momentarily forgetting your reason.

"w-wait..." he pulls away, waiting for you to continue. "hm?" still unsure how to ask, you get up from his lap and kneel between his legs. his eyes widen slightly, finally getting what you meant. "are you sure angel? you know you don't have to." you nod, looking up at him with your hands in your lap. "mhm, want you to teach me."

those words alone were enough to make him half hard, his bulge somewhat visible.

he nods, "okay, alright then." he says quickly before lifting his hips and pulling his pants down to his ankles. he opens his palm to you, gesturing for your hand. he takes yours and puts it over the bulge beneath his boxers.

he groans quietly when he squeezes his larger hand over yours around his cock. "feel what you do to me baby?" he starts rubbing your hand against him, small groans leaving his lips. "take them off princess." he says, bringing your hand to the waist band of his boxers. you hesitate for a moment, but tug them down to his ankles. his cock springs out, slapping against his abdomen.

your eyes still widen at the size after seeing it before. 7.8 inches, big, sensitive tip and a vein running on the under side. your hands still, unsure where to go from here till he grabs your hand, wrapping it around his length. it barely fits around him and he chuckles at your reaction. "think you can take it?" he asks and you nod, determined to take all of him.

you straighten up on your knees, you tongue peeking out to lick your lips. "stroke it first babygirl, like this, yeah?" he says moving your hand up and down his cock. you follow his movements, slowly taking the lead when he lets go. chris lays his head back, a sigh filling the silence. he brings his hand back down, raising yours to stroke the tip.

"just like that princess." you continue the way he showed, feeling him grow harder. his groans get louder and you feel him twitch in your hand. you rub your thighs together, the sight of him this way creating an ache between your legs. "a-alright, you ready angel?" you nod, pulling your hand away and lean closer to him.

he softly grabs your chin, opening your mouth and rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. "if it's too much tap my thigh twice, yeah?" you nod, "uh-huh."

he slips his thumb inside your mouth, pushing down on your tongue. his other hand grabs his cock, bringing the tip to your mouth. he waits a moment, asking for approval once more. when you nod, you feel his tip on your tongue. "suck."

your lips wrap around him and he sucks in air, "watch your teeth baby." you adjust, sucking softly. "there you go, keep going." once you get the hang of it, you try to take more than the tip and gag around him. he moans, his hand coming to the side of your head, "slow baby, slow." you listen, taking more gently.

but sweet channie is too big for you to take all of him :(. so he lets you keep going till you gag again, stopping you there. "stay there princess." he holds your head there and you feel your eyes water when you gag around him again. your hands grip onto his thighs and you swallow around him. chris throws his head back and he lets out a guttural moan.

you swallow around him again, trying to used to the feeling of him deep in your throat. he lifts your head, letting you breath. when you look up at him heavy breathing and watery eyes, his cock twitches again. "you alright angel?" you take a deep breath in before nodding, "m-more." you waste no time taking him in your mouth again.

"ffuck, baby-" you seem to somewhat get the hang of it and his hands grip onto the couch. his reaction reassures you that you're doing good, so you keep going. trying to take him deeper and swallowing around him again. you feel him twitch in your mouth and he brings one hand to your head.

"i-i'm close baby-" he says, attempting to pull you off but you shake your head, letting out a "mm-mh." you take him farther and he moans loudly, "you sure?" you nod, running your tongue over the tip. he throws his head back again, his fingers softly gripping your hair. he groans and you feel him twitch again.

"b-baby-" he stutters out before you feel his cum fill your mouth. the salty, warm and sweet taste going down your throat when you swallow. you pull him out of your mouth after sucking on the tip, wanting to get every drop of him. you look up at him after swallowing the rest and open your mouth to show him. "good job princess..." you smile at his praise and he brings his thumb to your lips, wiping the small amount of his cum that escaped your lips.

your tongue lolls out and you pull his thumb into your mouth, sucking it off. a grin grows on chris' face as he looks down at you, "you're really good at that y'know? didn't even need much of my help." your smile grows and your eyes trail back to his cock. "my turn now, yeah?" he says noticing the way your thighs are pushed together.

you shake your head, "want more." you say reaching for his cock then looking back up at him. you feel him getting hard again. "please?" you stare up at him, and he nods, bringing his length back to your mouth. you waste no time taking his tip between your lips and stroking the rest. "fuck." and his eyes close.

you spent a good while draining his balls, fueling your new obsession

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babyjakes · 4 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | fucking machine

pairing | porn director!ari levinson x pornstar!reader

warnings | reader is an amateur pornstar, ari is her beloved director. emphasis on safe/consensual sex practices (safe word mention.) mild dom!ari vibes. foreplay: nipple and clit play. fucking machine. spitting. orgasm permission + she comes :D

word count | 1,049

thinking about porn director!ari helping you, his favorite little star, take the machine for the first time 🥺 maybe you're fairly new to the line of work and you've only done tamer shoots so far. this is your first taste of intenser porn elements; you're just trying it out with ari before going through a proper shoot with cameras and everything because you're not sure how you'll take it or if you'll like it

ari is super protective of you and wants to make sure you're safe throughout the entire process. he insists it's just you and him because he doesn't want any outside pressure or elements potentially making it hard for you to advocate for yourself or ask to stop if you need to. you trust him so much, he's been so wonderful to you and you feel so much safer knowing it'll be just you and him in the studio 💕

he gets everything ready before you arrive, arranging a comfy leather chaise for you to lay on and setting up the machine/testing out to make sure it works. he gets lube, a few different toys in case you'll want them, and clean up/aftercare stuff all set out as well. he told you to wear whatever you want, whatever's comfy. when you arrive in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, he thinks you look so adorable and perfect just the way you are 🥺

he sits with you for a little while beforehand, talking you through everything that'll happen so you understand the machine and there'll be no surprises. he makes you feel so safe and supported, reminding you several times that you can stop at any time, making sure you remember the safe word, etc. he's smiling so big at you when you nod to let him know you're reading, "i'm so proud of you, sweetheart. i promise we'll make it feel good. and if you need anything, you just let me know. that's my job, i'm here to make things easy and comfortable for you"

he has the machine close enough so he can sit on the edge of the chaise there with you and adjust it as necessary. when you're ready, he lets you undress and lay back. he just has such a way of making you feel so secure around him, he's smiling so sweetly at you as he takes some time to rub your thighs, easing your legs open as you relax for him. he takes plenty of time loving on you the ways he knows you love best, gently playing with your nipples before moving down to rub your clit a little bit

"there we go. just relax for me, angel," he's coaxing you as you grow warm and wet beneath his fingers. "gotta get you nice and ready, princess. that feel good, right there? you can tell me what you need, honey. i'll take care of you." once you're adequately warmed up, he pulls away and preps the silicon attachment with lube anyway, just to prevent any friction or discomfort. "you ready, sweetheart? just remember your word, okay? the moment you say, we stop." your enthusiastic nod and gentle smile convince him you're ready

"okay baby, here we go. gonna ease it in," he explains as he gently extends the rod up to press the tip of the dildo against your leaky hole. "bit of a stretch here, deep breaths," he talks you through it as the rubber object is slowly but steadily worked up into you. "good girl, almost there," he hums as he reaches a good stopping point, making sure the thrusts won't push in too far or hit your cervix painfully

rubbing your inner thigh soothingly, asking, "you ready for me to turn it on, princess? we'll start slow, but it'll be intense. you just let me know if you need something on your clit- sometimes that helps with the pressure"

he starts you out on the lowest setting, watching carefully to see how you react. your immediate soft moans and melting into the couch are good signs hehe 🫶 his face is beaming with pride as you lie back and let the machine fuck you, watching as your eyes roll back slightly and your legs tremble as they fall to either side

"g-god," you're groaning as you're pounding steadily, "you should've l-let me do this sooner"

he's chuckling as your words are distorted by the rhythm of the machine. "i needed to make sure you were ready, pretty girl. and look at you, you're taking it so well," he knows it drives you crazy when he talks to you like that, and it's working alright!!

"m-more," you're soon begging, "faster, p-please!"

he can't help but laugh lightheartedly a bit more at your enthusiasm and impatience, nodding as he bumps you up a bit in speed. you let out the sweetest, happiest sighs as the repeated pounding rocks the entire couch. wanting to make the experience as good as possible for you, he goes back to cupping your tit with one hand, patting lovingly over your swollen clit with the other. his added stimulation makes your body jerk and writhe weakly, broadening his proud smile

"go ahead, baby. take what you need. you want it faster?" he asks as he twists and tugs at your hardened nipple. your pleading nod prompts him to boost you up another few notches, the machine growing a bit noisier as you're now fucked a bit more forcefully. wiggling yourself down a bit, you dare to let the tip of the rubber cock hit up perfectly against your weak spot. the build-up to your orgasm seems to happen over the span of mere seconds, but ari sees it happening

"p-please, i'm gonna-" you're panting weakly as you teeter towards the edge. he knows you so well, he can somehow tell exactly what you need to get you there. he brings his hand up, spitting on his fingers before slapping them down over your clit, rubbing in furious circles

"go ahead, baby. you've been so good. you can go ahead and come," his permission is all it takes- you come right then and there on that massive rubber dick as it pounds you into oblivion, ari's skilled fingers carrying through the wonderful high 💕

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mattslolita · 5 months

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best on earth - c. sturniolo

warnings : smut, smut SMUTTY SMUTT, sub!chris, riding, hair pulling, oral

you and your boyfriend chris were currently sat in your dorm room, watching a movie — it was pretty late, but you weren't stressing since the next day was saturday and you had on top of all your studying.

truth be told you were really horny right now, especially with the way chris was tracing your soft skin up and down your arm as he had his shoulder wrapped around you.

your roommate was somewhere off with her own boyfriend for the night, so the two of you practically had to whole night to yourselves — you grinned, thinking about all the things you could do to chris.

"what're you smiling about?" chris asked, looking down at you.

you shrugged and looked back up at him with your doe eyes. "just how bad i wanna fuck you."

his eyes widened at first, but nevertheless his lips upturned into a grin at the words you spoke. "oh, really?"

you responded by sitting up as he put his hands behind his head, and moving to sit yourself on top of him. you bit your lip and smirked down at him and you roamed your hands up and down his chest, whilst he held you in place with his hands on your hips tightly.

you bent down and connected your lips in a hungry kiss, asking for access as your tongue explored his mouth — a soft whimper escaped his lips and you smirked against him, beginning to move back and forth right on his cock.

"mm baby," chris whined, moving his hips upward to feel more friction, "can you make me feel good?"

"aw, you want me to make you feel good, chrissy?" you taunted the boy, moving your lips to kiss up and down his neck.

you sucked on a sweet spot in particular, causing a moan to emit from your boyfriend's lips, which was music to your ears. you nibbled on that bit of his neck some more, continuing to grind up and down on him.

"p-please baby, i need you to make me feel so good," chris whimpered, and you disconnected your lips from his neck, grinning down at him.

"you gonna be a good boy for me, then?" you whispered to him, and he nodded, another small whimper leaving his mouth.

you instructed chris to take his shirt off and you pulled your own over your head, revealing the lacy black bra that you had worn — with a smirk you took the bra off of yourself, then slid your shorts off, too.

"take off the rest of your clothes for me, sweetheart," you said and he complied, hurriedly taking off his sweatpants and throwing them to the side.

you reached down to chris's boxers and palmed him through them, causing him to groan. you slid his boxers off and marveled at how big his dick was ( well, it's not anything you haven't seen before ). you slowly crawled towards the foot of the bed and grinned up at chris.

"i'm gonna make you feel so good, baby," you said, spitting on his cock then pumping up and down.

"y-yes, make me feel so good," he whined out.

"i need you to look at me while i suck you off, christopher," you instructed him, not breaking eye contact with him.

he nodded and watched as you took him in your mouth, pumping the rest of what couldn't fit — a loud moan left chris's lips, and he began thrusting his hips upwards to gain even more friction with you. you sucked and swirled his cock, all whilst keeping eye contact with him. he looked so pretty in front of you with his hair disheveled as he brought one hand down to slightly tug at your hair.

"mhm, fuck yes y/n, that feels so good," chris whined out, as you felt yourself becoming hard at his praises, "fuck baby, you make me feel so good."

you moved your hand down to take more of him in your mouth, sucking and swirling — you bobbed your head up and down as your saliva coated his cock, almost sending him over the edge as a various amount of curses came from his mouth.

"y/n, i-i need to cum please," chris begged, and you stopped momentarily and grinned at him.

"oh baby, i can't let you do that just yet," you grinned, completely stopping stroking, "you don't cum until i tell you to, understand?"

"y-yes, baby," chris said, whining at the loss of contact.

you crawled on top of him, aligning your entrance with his cock. as you wasted no time in sinking onto him, the loudest, pornographic moans uttered out of both you guys' mouths, a euphoric feeling overtaking your body.

"oh my, fuck, chris," you moaned out, as he grabbed your hips to forcefully pull you closer on him, "you fill me out so well, baby."

you began rolling your hips up and down on his cock, which caused the sturniolo boy's head to roll back as his eyes were blown wide with nothing but pure lust — you went up and down on him, pushing his chest down with both your hands.

you bounced up and down, and chris couldn't resist himself as one of his hands went up to feel and pinch at your nipples, emitting little whines from you.

"b-baby, i'm so close," chris whined out, his hips thrusting upward, "please let me c-cum inside you."

"you wanna do what inside me, baby?" you taunted, your voice breathy as you continued bouncing up and down on him, "say it again."

"c-cum, please let me cum inside you," chris begged, which sent you over the edge.

"go ahead baby, i'm about to...fuck..."

at the same time, the both of your liquids filled your walls as they mixed together, and a loud, breathy moan escaped chris's lips which was music to your ears — you let out soft whimpers as you both finish riding out your high.

you began to slow your pace then ultimately stopped, chris pulling out as you got up from on top of him and collapsed beside him. you both were panting heavily, trying to collect yourselves at what just took place.

"you were so good for me, chris," you cooed, running your hands through his hair, causing a cheeky smile to form on his face.

"really?" he asked, and you nodded, giggling at your flustered boyfriend. "maybe next time i can do all the work for you."

you grinned down at him as you played with his hair. "oh, you definitely can next time."

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buckyscombatboots · 2 years

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꒰ঌI’ll wait, Angel໒꒱

Pairing: Boyfriend!Ari x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: virgin!reader, no p in v, size kink, scent kink, reader is waiting till marriage, coming in between her folds, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fluff, mentions of Hockey player!Ari, Beefy!Ari (6,4), Soft!Ari, sickeningly sweet

Nicknames: Angel, Doe eyes, Doe, Bambi

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: This idea came from @junipermuses when she wrote this request 🫣

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀༺

“I Need you Angel.” The desperation in his tone is unmistakable as he tosses down his gym bag and hockey stick at the entrance of the bedroom. His hair is still a little bit damp from the shower he routinely takes after practice and he seems exhausted, yet his wandering gaze full of lust tells a different story. You let you own eyes wander, raking your gaze over his exposed beefy arms and then further down to his grey sweatpants where a prominent tent is forming between his thick thighs.

You lean over and place your phone on the nightstand, picking up the two bunny plushies Ari had bought, Hops and Thumper, and also placing them on the nightstand, but making sure to turn them around. They didn’t need to see what Ari was about to do to you “How was practice?” You ask innocently as Ari stalks closer, peeling off his grey sleeveless crew neck, throwing it in a corner of the room.

“It went well. Curtis got knocked onto his ass by Bucky, he was pissed. Steve’s been teaching Buck to be more assertive, he almost kicked all of our asses today.” He recounts in a low whisper, crawling across the mattress towards you. He looms over you, raking his eyes over every part of your exposed and unexposed skin; he licks his plump, pink lips like an animal preparing for a meal. His eyes linger at your clavicle and neck before falling to the swell of your breasts, then down further to your hips and exposed thighs. “I outskated Steve today, probably a fluke, but it felt good to finally have a one up on him and Ransom didn’t show up again, he’s gonna get kicked off the team at this rate.” You chuckle at Ari’s small victory, he’s always trying to one up Steve. They act like siblings half the time.

“I’m glad you had a good day. Wish I could have seen Steve’s face when you beat him.” You knew you’d congratulate him better later on, but at the moment Ari seemed preoccupied with his own mission. He runs his giant hands over the white lace that borders the camisole tenderly, before moving to stroke across the silky baby pink material of the rest of the nightie tracing the outline of your body with his hands till he reaches the hem half way down your thigh.

“It was great. But do you know what’s better? You. Your body. I’ve been thinking about you all day, Angel, and to come home and see you in the middle of our bed—in this sexy little chemise is making me feel even better than when I won against Steve. I need you so badly, little Doe.” Ari growled, his large hands bunching your night dress at your hips—as he bends your knees so he can open your legs—revealing your lacey, white underwear with an incriminating damp spot on the silky fabric. Ari takes two fingers and teases at the wet patch, pressing and stretching the fabric with his fingers. He sandwiches your clit between your fingers squeezing it lightly, before rubbing his thumb against the covered button making your insides ache at the promise of the fact that his thick, deft fingers would soon be plunged deep within you. You squirm away slightly from his pleasurable touch, covering your face with your fisted hands and attempt to close your thighs around him. Ari only needs one of his powerful hands to keep your thighs open as he uses his other hand to take a handful of your ass and drag you back towards him “Don’t run from me, Doe eyes. Take all the pleasure I give you.” He pulls you panties down and tosses them to join his crew neck in the corner.

His fingers stretch your tight hole and he inserts them, you’re soaking for him “So tight for me, Angel, always so so tight even when you’re naughty little hole is dripping for me.” He cooes, angling his fingers to rub against the sensitive spongy spot within you. He targets that spot as he fucks his fingers into you. Your pussy sucks his fingers back inside as he pulls them out, not all the way, stopping when the tips of his fingers are the only part remaining inside you. You let out a choked needy sob; pushing your hips against Ari’s stationary fingers, beckoning him to move. “Please Bear!” You keen, your core fluttering around his fingers. His cock twitched at the nickname and he obliges driving his fingers back into you with the addition of another, the burn his thick fingers stretching you open made your nerves buzz. The heat in your tummy builds until your body convulses as you reach climax. Your back arches off the bed; you grab at the pillows behind you squeezing them in your tight grip, your knuckles turning white as you wail and hump his still postponing fingers “So good Ari” you choke, coming down from your high. He takes your hand into his, placing a kiss on the promise ring on your finger and brushes your soft skin against his beard.

“I’m gonna fuck your folds now, Angel, okay?” He thinks for you, running his bulbous, leaking head through your silken folds. Ari bites his lower lips in concentration as he holds the fat base guiding his length, using all the willpower inside of him to not slip inside you. Just imagining how tightly your precious little hole would clamp around him was enough to push him near climax “God, Angel, I can’t wait until I can actually put it in you. It’s gonna go so deep, it’s gonna fill your tight little hole so well.” he briefly rubs the head against your clit and you whimper at the teasing motion. He moves forward slightly, just enough to rest the base of his cock at your enterance and hover his whole cock over your stomach “Fuck. It’s so big compared to you.” Ari holds your face in his hand, the cool metal of the promise ring pressing against your hot skin as he does, and strokes his large thumb over your reddened cheeks. He lowers his face to yours and places a gentle kiss on your lips “I bet you can’t wait either, right my sweet Angel?”

You run your tongue over your lower lip and nod timidly “Can’t wait to be with you forever.” You whisper next to his ear, nuzzling your nose into the area under his jaw, the edge of his thick beard tickling your cheek; you take a deep breath in letting the scent of Ari replace all the oxygen in your lungs. He smelt strongly of magnolia and vanilla, with a tinge of musky sweat that remained from hockey practice. The image of Ari in his hockey gear enters your mind; his muscular frame straining against the mesh of his jersey, the size of his already big hands exaggerated by the bulky, padded gloves—you remember the time he let you try them on, two of you fingers fit in one of the finger holes— Going to any of his games was a struggle, he always had you sat in the front and you had full view of your boyfriend as he glided across the ice with ease; dominating the rink and intimidating the other team, when he came at them at full speed while defending. You could barely focus on the game, only on the face Ari made whilst in a state of extreme focus—it made your whole body burn seeing just how skilled he was, just how hot he was in his gear. Your mind elsewhere, as you wonder about which jockstrap he was wearing under all those layers.

You’re pulled out of your fantasies, by Ari pinching and twisting your nipples that had stiffened into hard peaks. You whine as props himself up on his knees and slots himself fully between your legs, Ari pulls down both of the straps of your nightgown and holds your breasts in his two hands “Perfect size Angel. You drifted back to me from your little imagination yet?” Your moan in response doesn’t satiate him “Speak to me Bambi.” He demands. That nickname… all because you looked like a newborn deer when he first tried to teach you to skate.

He squeezes the soft, warm flesh of your tits in his hands “Ari, want you to move pleaseee.” You cry rolling your hips into his dick that’s resting between you puffy folds, he obliges dragging his length through your dripping lips his heavy balls slapping against you ass as he quickens his pace, ensuring the head of his cock stimulates your throbbing pearl with every thrust. Something about the debaucherous wet sounds of his cocksliding through you folds made it all seem so sinful, you were so happy that Ari was surprisingly fine with waiting till marriage to go all the way with you; but by God if he didn’t make it hard with the way that he completely destroyed you without ever even entering you. Your thighs shake slightly and jostle into Ari, he hisses in response “Bear, are you okay?” You ask, moving your legs away from the spot they had just come in contact with.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Bucky just bashed into me a little too hard during practice” your eyes glance down at his hip and you see the beginnings of a bruise blossoming on his slightly tanned skin “Don’t worry I’ll be fine, you should worry about yourself right now though, Bambi.” Ari’s thumbs roll over your pebbled nipples as he rolls his hip slowly, relishing in your soft moans before driving his hips into yours vehemently a growl leaving his lips when he catches on your hole, it doesn’t slide in only nudges it and you wail in response the action making you even more plaint under his touch and stokes the pleasurable fire, burning hotter and hotter inside you.

You feel Ari’s cock twitch as he rubs against your clit. He takes his length into his hand, fisting his cock as he rubs your clit with his other hand. Your eyes glaze over as you feel the pressure building in your belly yet again. You whine as the coil within you breaks, raising your hips off the mattress like a woman possessed, and shoving your face into the pillows to muffle your cries as your legs shake with the pleasure wracking your body. The sight of you coming undone below him sends him over the edge, Ari throws his head back “Fuck fuck fuckkk.” Letting out a guttural string of curses as he comes, hot ropes of cum spurting out onto your mound and in between your folds. Through hooded eyes he looks down at the mess he made, smirking at the glistening white come decorating your cunt

“So beautiful Angel, like heaven.” He groans, Ari’s head dips between your legs, as he begins to lick and suck the mess of both your arousals out of your cunt; the bristly hair of his thick beard scratching the supple skin of your inner thighs as he laps at you. His tongue grazes your sensitive clit and your hands fly to his hair in an attempt to pull him away from the area; but he takes the bud into his mouth and sucks, looking up at you through his lashes as he does. You gasp as he suck’s ferociously at your clit, you can’t take another orgasm but you were still overly sensitive from your last orgasm. He burrows his tounge inside your, devouring your still clenching hole moaning as he slurps and sucks yours and his juices. He returns to your clit, flicking his tongue against the abused nun before taking it back into his mouth. You see plasmic stars burst behind your eyelids, turning everything behind your eyes into a white abyss as you squirt on his face. He lets go of your clit with a pop, a devilish grin spreading across his reddened, wet lips “You’re sensitive aren’t you little Doe.” Your head is so addled by pleasure that you barely hear him, but you squeak out a yes and he rises from the apex of your thighs and lays down on the bed beside you. He cuddles you close to his chest and uses his long arms to retrieve both bunnies, placing them above your head on the pillow. Ari strokes your hair with his hand as you nudge impossibly closer into his hairy chest, breathing in his scent trying to memorise it.

His warmth envelopes you completely as you lock your arms around his strong back, brushing your hand over the corded muscle of his broad shoulders “I love you, Bear.” Your whispered confession muffled by his chest, he heard you.

“I love you too, and I’ll wait as long as you need, Angel, even after marriage. Whenever you’re ready.”

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sturniologals · 3 months

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Car ride-M.S

Reader x Matt

-; warnings Smut (obvi), Praise kink, Dom!Matt, Cursing.

1.8k Words

My childhood best friend matt is standing outside of his house waiting on his date to pick him up and I can’t help but to wish that he would just walk across the street and confess his love for me and it would be us going out.

A black range rover pulls to the sidewalk, the street lamp on his sidewalk corner is the only light illuminating his features-and my god does he look good. I can feel my arousal growing as i shift on my bay window seat to try and get some friction but it does nothing.

Suddenly, the car is pulling away and matt is standing there looking annoyed, not sad- but bothered. I watch him start to walk up to his door but he stops at his porch steps and rubs his hands over his face in a stressful motion.

His cargo pants are hanging low on his waist and when his hands go up, his shirt strides up a bit revealing the bottom of his stomach. His V- line is perfectly carved and his skin looks oh so soft.

After a second of him seemingly stressing over something- he starts to walk over to my house.

This is an almost daily occurrence for us since the 3rd grade when i moved into this house and i started at the same elementary school as him but still- I can’t help but to feel the pit in my stomach anytime he comes over. My parents are gone out on their weekly date night so i’m home alone. The thoughts of what he could do to me race through my mind but they quickly shut off when i hear the doorbell and I quickly jog down the stairs, stopping in the hallway to check in the mirror, my freshly applied cherry lipgloss shining on my plump lips, my hair tied back in a low ponytail.

I take a moment to think about how i’m wearing just sweats and a t shirt but remember- it’s just matt. No need to stress, he’s seen me worse than this before.

I open up the door and matt is standing at my doorstep, anxiously cracking his knuckles. When i open the door wide enough for him to come in- he quickly does so. He doesn’t say anything and just starts to jog up my stairs, headed straight on the path to my bedroom that he’s came to know so well over the last 8 years.

“Matthew!” I shout trying to catch up with him.

I make it to my room, where he’s already sitting on my bed, his back against the headboard. He’s already discarded his sneakers onto the floor and is now draping one of my fuzzy blankets over his legs.

“Cmere y/n” he says as he throws an arm up for me to cradle into. this isnt anything weird for us. we’ve always been this close but in the last year, matts started to look different. better. His hair grew out and he started to dress better. He hit puberty which came with him growing to a 5 foot, 11 inches. compared to my 5 foot, 2 inches.

I don’t question him and i just crawl into my bed next to him and rest my head on his chest as his arm falls down and starts to rub up and down my arm. After a moment or so of silence, I start to debate on whether to ask what happened with his date.

“Matt?” i say, slightly tilting my chin up so i can see his face.

“Yeah y/n?” he says looking down at me.

“What happened with your date?” i say after finally working up the courage.

“Uhm-“ he shifts his body uncomfortably but continues to speak. “Mackie thought it was just a friend thing, i guess. so when she showed up and she had a bunch of friends with her, I got kind of annoyed and just wasn’t feeling it anymore.” He says in an unbothered tone.

“Wasn’t you clear on the fact that you liked her?” i say in a quiet voice.

“Woah not a fact. I didn’t like her, i was just slightly attracted to her and i just needed to-“ He stops talking and clears his throat. I can feel my cheeks go red as my mind understands what he’s trying to say and I feel a bulge grow beside my leg. i decide this is my chance to tease him.

“Ma-“ i start to sit up but he shoots up quickly “wanna go get food?” he says quickly standing up and putting his sneakers on. I am kinda hungry.

“Uhm yeah sure” I say with an awkward smile as i grab a blue hoodie out of my closet to throw on over my black t shirt.

“Ready?” he says, standing in my doorway. I nod and we go downstairs, I grab my car keys off the table and we both walk out the door.

“You drive” I say, tossing him the keys over the roof of my dark purple jeep Cherokee. He smiles and slides into the drivers seat.

I get into the passenger side and he immediately reaches over to buckle my seat belt. He’s done this ever since I was able to drive. He says i forget to do it so he just does it for me. His long, slender fingers sliding the buckle in sends a shiver down my spine. He turns on the ignition and I make sure my body is angling toward him. I pull my cherry lipgloss out of my pocket and apply it, once i feel his eyes on me, I move extra slow and run my tongue across my lips, acting as if i’m not paying attention to him but i can see him staring at me out of the corner of his eyes. “fuck” he mutters extremely quietly.

“Hm?” I say, turning my head back to face him.

“uh” he shakes his head “matt, are you okay?” i roll his name off of my tongue as seductively as i can as i lean over the middle console. We stop at a red light and i take the opportunity. “matt, look at me” he does so.

“Your acting weird.” i say once his eyes meet mine.

“You know what your doing y/n” he says lowly before the light turns green and he adverts his attention back to the road.

“I don’t know what your talking about.” i say with a slight giggle as he continues the drive to central downtown. “You know the reason mackie thought it was a friend thing is because of you right? she thinks we’re together.” matt says harshly while pulling over by a dark, empty field. “you’re gonna cock block me and then have the audacity to rile me the fuck up like this?”

His eyes grow dark as he unbuckles his seat belt and puts the car in park. His hand starts traveling up my thigh.

“I cock blocked you? how is that my fault that she thinks we’re together?” i spit out, my breathing heavy at the feeling of his touch.

“I see you y/n, eye fucking me anytime we’re near each other. You’ve been having those thoughts for a while now yeah?” He says, leaning extremely close now, our faces inches apart.

“Matt-“ my breathing hitches when he unbuckles me and pulls me onto his lap so i’m now straddling him.

“Fuck y/n. that lipgloss.” he says in a shaky voice while bringing his thumb up to my lips.

“Matt- don’t touch me if you don’t have feelings for me because you know damn well that i-“ i start to rant but he quickly presses his mouth to mine. I pull away quickly.

“So you do-“ i try to speak but his mouth is on mine again. His lips as soft as i thought they would be. His hands traveling up my sides, his grip firm as i feel his dick harden underneath me. I groan against the feeling as his tongue swipes against my lip seeking for entry which I allow. Our tongues gliding across one another in a fight for dominance. “Please” i groan quietly into his ear.

“please what baby? use your words.”

“touch me” i say into his ear as i start to kiss down his neck. he wastes no time as his hands quickly start to slide my sweatpants off. I move with him to make it easier for him to glide my pants off.

“fuck your drenched” he says breathlessly as he starts to rub my clothed pussy.

“Matt” i moan out.

“hm?”

“more” i pant out.

“more of what baby? tell me what you need.” he says while kissing my neck. his lips tugging and nipping at my sensitive skin.

“you matt- i want-“ my face goes red not wanting to say it.

“Say it baby. use your words.”

“i want your dick” i muster up the courage to spat out. He shifts underneath me and lets out a whimper at my words. his erection must be painful by now. He quickly slides his pants down to his thighs and lets his member spring free from the confines of his boxers, the tip red and swollen, already leaking pre cum.

“It’s too big-“ i say starting to panic at his at least 8 inches.

“your gonna be a good girl and take it, yeah?” he says and i nod eagerly. He places his hands on my hips and i help guide him to my entrance, his tip gathering in my juices before sliding into me causing me to let out a loud moan. He gives me barely any time to adjust before he’s ramming into me at a steady pace.

“Your so tight” he grunts out before leaning his head back against the seat.

“Ma-“ my words are cut off by the involuntary noises that start stringing from me when he starts to fuck up into me. I can already feel my release building and by the way his legs are shaking i can tell he’s almost there too. “Such a good girl” he praises which makes me go faster chasing our highs.

“Fuck y/n-“ he grunts out as i release onto him with a yell and he shoots his load into me. His thrusts slow down, riding out our high as we both slow our breathing. He pulls out and i rest my head on his shoulder.

“you know i love you right?” he says quietly, almost as if he’s afraid i’ll actually hear.

“you’re not just saying that because of what just happened are you?” i say quickly out of fear.

“Fuck no. No y/n, I just never knew that you felt like that about me until tonight.” He says while petting the back of my hair soothingly.

“I love you too matt” i say, placing a quick kiss onto his lips.

#sturniolos #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #dom!matt #praise k!nk

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kqyslyho3 · 2 months

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Matt confirmed he's "Not a sub guy" in Jake webbers video

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #smut #mamas kink #ma kink #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo dom

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thenickgirl · 13 days

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Dom!Nick HeadCanons

nick x male!reader

requested by @nicksmainbitch ✩

disclaimer: this is all fictional and based off of my own conclusions.

warnings: not proofread. nsfw. mentions of choking, slapping, spitting, overstimulation, and degradation.

NSFW

♔ he doesn’t take on the dominant role a lot, but when does, he goes all in

♔ as a dom, he enjoys mixing pleasure and pain, the line becomes very blurred when it comes to sex with him

♔ he establishes a safe word with you right away, probably something like ‘pineapple’ (idk he loves pineapple okay lmao)

♔ he’s extremely cocky (figuratively and literally)

♔ his dirty talk is on a whole other level and it’s laced with degrading words

♔ his favorite positions are doggy and missionary

♔ he has so many little kinks that turn him on when doms

♔ he’s such a tease, slowing his pace until you’re pathetically whining for him. he loves to hear you begging him for what you want.

“n-nick i-…please”

“aww is someone too fucked out to speak? good boys ask for what they want”

♔ he loves to choke you, and you love it as well, sometimes asking for it if he doesn’t do it himself

“you just love having my hand around your throat, don’t you? getting choked out like the little slut you are”

♔ he loves to pull your hair as much as he loves having his pulled

♔ when he’s sucking you off, he loves the way you tug at his strands when your cock hits the back of his throat, making him groan.

♔ when he’s fucking you from behind he loves the way your back arches for him. he’ll pull on your hair making that arch even more perfect, slapping your ass loving the way the sound echoes around the room. if there’s mirror he’ll fuck you in front of it, hooking his strong tatted arm round your neck, pulling you to his chest, whispering in your ear saying how you good you feel around him and making you watch how he fucks you numb, daring you to look away.

♔ he’s obviously more rough when he doms, thrusting into you hard and deep, and don’t even think about pushing him away or holding him back. he’ll slap your hand away, and go even harder.

“you can take it, i know you can. be a good boy for me”

♔ if it ever becomes too much though, and you have to use the safe word, he’ll stop immediately. assuring that you’re okay and that he didn’t hurt you. he’ll praise you while cleaning you up if you need it, and cuddle up next to you, giving you soft and sweet kisses.

♔ when you ride him, don’t get it twisted, he’s still very much in charge. he’s guiding your hips back and forth, slapping you or your thighs if you dare slow down. he’s holding your hips tightly in place as he fucks into you relentlessly. he’s stroking your hard cock at a steady pace, dragging his thumb across the tip, watching you unravel above him but making you ask for permission to cum for him.

“you’re shaking, baby, are you about to cum for me?”

“y-yes nick please”

“ask or i’ll stop”

“can i cum, p-please? i’m so c-close”

“good boy, make a mess for me”

♔ he loves kissing you, rough and passionate, biting on your bottom lip as he pulls away. he loves to suck and nip at your skin, leaving marks all over you.

♔ when in missionary he likes to have your legs over his shoulder giving him access to the deepest part of you, making you look him in the eyes. when he’s not pinning your hands down above your head, he’ll wrap a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly and may even spit in your mouth.

“what a dirty little slut you are, letting me spit in your mouth. are you really that much of a whore for my cock?”

♔ he is very big on praise, mainly praises for him. he gets off on hearing how good he’s making you feel, wanting to hear every little gasp, moan, and whimper.

“nngh fuck nick, you feel so good”

“so big baby, can feel you so deep mm”

“OHH FUCK NICK! mmm right there”

“mm that’s it, baby, let everyone know how good this dick is”

♔ overstimulation is his favorite thing, he loves taking you over the edge. pulling orgasms from you one after another, making you shake with pleasure, not stopping when you say you can’t take anymore.

“i know you can give me one more. look at you, so pretty and desperate to cum for me again, let me have it, baby”

♔ if you have toys, he’ll use them on you while he fucks. placing the vibrator right on your leaking tip, as he’s hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over. letting you come so close to cumming before stopping and turning it off, smirking at the way you whine.

“mm so close. don’t worry, i’m not done with you just yet, pretty”

♔ it’s undeniable that he’s freaky, and is willing to try and give in to any fantasies you have.

♔ your pleasure is most important to him, even as a dom, loving your feedback after the night ends.

AFTERCARE

♔ he’ll carry you to the bathroom and set you on the sink while he runs a warm bath for you two

♔ while you’re waiting he’ll kiss the marks he made on you, asking if you’re hurt anywhere. you’ll reassure him that you weren’t and that he made you feel so good and you loved every second of it.

♔ he’ll get you both into the bath and clean you up while offering praises

“i’m so proud of you”

“you were so good for me, baby”

“you’re so perfect, i love you”

♔ after the bath he’ll carry you back to the bed, laying by your side as you cuddle around him with your head on his chest, he’ll pull the covers over you both, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings until you fall asleep.

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greenxgloss · 29 days

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Friends For Now? (Charlie Walker)

NSFW

summary: you and charlie have been friends for some time and he would help you do your homework sometimes, this time he caught you at the perfect time, struggling to finish your psych homework that happened to be about his favorite movies. while he was helping you he went in for a kiss and you allowed it to escalate.

warnings: unprotected sex, implications of stalking, mentions of female masturbation, fem!reader, use of Y/N, soft!dom!charlie, p in v, fingering, implied overstimulation

It's Tuesday night and your assignment is due tomorrow but you just can't get yourself to sit and focus on the Stab movies for this psych homework. "Watch Stab 2 and write a summary of the movie and a synopsis of the killers." you read aloud, hoping that it would help your answer click in your head. you scoffed and shoved your books over. for some reason you just couldn't focus on the movies and even after trying to cheat online you got nothing.

You heard a tap on the window and it was Charlie your best friend. "hey! need help?" he asked, opening the window. you quickly stood up and put on a shirt before he got in. "relax dude nothing I haven't seen before." he said, taking a deep breath as he gathered himself at the window. you giggled and sat back on your bed. "here just copy mine and change the wording around. the usual." he said throwing his notebook in front of you and zipping his bag back up. "thanks. I've been stumped for days." you told him as he joined you on the bed. "why didn't you just call me?" he asked. "ahh I don't know I just wanted to do this on my own. i always ask you for help." you told him as you copied down the answers. "no shame in asking for help." he said sheepishly, almost blushing.

sometimes you'd wonder if he'd ever watched you from your window. you knew that would be a crazy thing to accuse your friend of and also illegal but you didn't mind the idea. charlie is awfully pretty. he has big blue eyes but they weren't piercing, they were soft and laid gently on you every time. even before you both became friends and he would peer at you from across classrooms you didn't feel uncomfortable, you felt... admired, like he was watching in adoration. of course, it felt lustful but it also felt wholesome and full of love. still, you never pursued him that way. you felt as though you didn't have room for that kind of commitment in your life. you wanted to get your shit together first, to get the grades, the job and the money. then and only then would you have time to give someone your undivided. anyway you didn't mind his pretty eyes on you at night with your hand slipped under your lace, watching from the window as you pirspired and whined quietly to keep anyone in the house from hearing.

charlie snapped you out of it. "y/n?"

"uh.. i don't know it would just be nice to get it for myself." you told him as you continued writing. "I appreciate it don't get me wrong but its not like you're gonna be able to help with tests and exams." you giggled. he smiled. "no I know I just, want you to know Im here you know? you can always call." he said, moving over to sit next to you and shove your shoulder. you nodded and let the comfortable silent engulf you and you looked at each other in the same admiration you felt when you'd spot him watching you in class.

he looked down at his hand and back up at you as he slowly put it on your thigh waiting for your approval at which point you lightly put your hand on his and inched it up to your heat. "charlie." you started, "do you ever watch me from the window?" you asked him as your face heated up and you let him press his fingers to your clothed clit. he let out an exhale. "mhm." letting his eyebrows furrow as he thought about all the times he wanted to crawl through the window into your bed and make you cum and scream his name. "you watch me touch myself?" you whispered, a quiet whine following as he pressed firmly. "you knew I was. don't pretend you don't know I watched you arch and say my name and beg for me." he said, finally getting on top of you and kissing your neck. you'd been kissed but you'd never been touched this way and it made you ache for him. you had to bite your lip a little harder while his hands roamed you freely you felt your body cling to his. "fuck charlie." you moaned. "just like that." he smirked, grinding his hips between yours, feeling the tent pitch in his own jeans.

he inched your shorts off. "you're so beautiful baby." he said, scanning you over then kissing you, placing his hands on your tits and lightly groping you causing you to moan into his mouth. "you gotta stay quiet if you wanna keep going." he pulled away and whispered, keeping eye contact as he slipped in two fingers causing your mouth to gape. "you're so good to me charlie fuck it feels so good." you continued to whine and melt into his gentle touch. "yeah? tell me how good it feels baby." he hummed watching you squirm and buck your hips at his fingers, desperately wanting him to reach deeper. "I need you so bad. I want you to fuck me." you told him and felt him curl his fingers up making you grip his arms and moan into his mouth. you wanted to touch him so you reached for his jeans and he let you unbutton them. his cock popped out hitting him on the stomach and you quietly gasped. "holy shit Charlie it's so big." you watched the length just keep going. you took his shirt off as he pulled his fingers out of your throbbing cunt causing you to gasp softly.

you sat back and watched him. you deeply thought he was beautiful. "you're so sexy charlie." you told him as you reached out and caressed his chest then pushed him down and got on top of him. you tossed your shirt off as you straddled him. "speak for yourself." he dragged his hands from your waist to your ass as you adjusted yourself and slowly slipped his length into your tight wet pussy, one hand on his chest and the other wrapped around his cock. "oh fuck fuck fuck" you moaned and you began bouncing but of course, charlie couldn't hold his patience and began rocking his hips up into you both of you now quietly whimpering and whining in sync.

the room was sweaty and the light was dim as your moans filled the walls along with the sound of your skin smacking each others. the sound only made you more and more wet. soon you felt your core untangle and you slowly reached your climax. "fuck I'm cumming I'm cumming." you almost yelled and he quickly covered your mouth as his thrusts became sloppy. charlie fell apart at the same pace as you did, both of you finishing in sync. a rare occurrence for him who has had sex before.

you fought to catch your breath as you fell beside him, your shoulders touching. "that was..." Charlie trailed out. "my first time." you interrupted causing him to jump up. "YOUR FIRST TIME?" he whisper yelled, looking right into your eyes with pure lust. you could swear his pupils were hearts. "yeah? isn't it obvious?" you said, furrowing your eyebrows. "absolutely. I've never finished at the same time as the other person.. that might have been the best sex I've ever had.." he said, laying back down and holding you to his chest. you giggled quietly as you snuggled into him. "I mean not that I have anyone to compare it to other than my own hands but you did amazing." you whispered as you turned over to let him spoon you. "oh no we aren't done." he said, whipping up and throwing your legs apart, startling you.

needless to say, the two of you went on and on for hours and you had no complaints when you were falling asleep in psych class next to him while he laughed at you.

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redz0nez9 · 12 days

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OH HE ON HIS KNEES FOR ME?? 😵‍💫😫🫣

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midorisplash · 5 months

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“You should get off my lap.”

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: You��re one of the triplets childhood best friends. One night you call Matt tipsy to pick you up from a party.

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, kissing, dry humping, C*m in underwear.

A/n: I wasn’t gonna post this but I wrote it so might as well! I hope you like it.

You sloppy walked into Matt’s room one hand on his wall sliding it off to plop onto his bed. Matt sighed walking in behind you and closing his door, his hands flying up to his face. “Oh my gosh y/n…You’re to much.” He mumbled walking to his bed and sitting down with his back on his headboread. You swayed back and forth then pouted “Sorry Matt.” You whined looking at him. Matt was ready for bed when you had called him to pick you up. He didn't wanna get up, but he'd never let you drive intoxicated.

He nodded with a exhale but smiled. “It's fine..Are you tired yet? Wanna go to sleep?” You nodded slowly and examined Matt as he laid on his bed. You noticed how his hair is fluffy from laying around. How his tattoo scattered arms looked more toned then usual. How his hands looked softer than expected, soft enough for you to wanna reach out and hold them. The way his sweatpants fit him perfectly. “Okay? You should lay down if your tired then” He spoke patting the bed next to him slightly. You didn’t reply just looking at him your eyebrows drawing together as your head tilted. “Y/n! What are you staring at?” He questioned. You blinked then starting laughing yourself. “Sorry Matt. You look hotter usually tonight.” Matt chuckled rolling his eyes. “Really? I think your saying that cause you where drinking.” You shock your head “No it's not that cause you always look hot, you just look hotter tonight. Well, Mabye it is that actually.” You giggled quickly and turned to face him. You thought for a moment before pull yourself more onto the bed then without warning straddled his lap .

He gasped his hand flying up as he looked around and then at you. “O-oh y/n.. I don’t know..” He mumbled a smile forming on your face as you noticed his cheeks slowly turning more pink. “You don’t know what? Is this not okay? I’ll get off.” “I don’t know..I mean I was just talking..it’s okay. So um are you ready to sleep?” He spoke then cleared his throat. You shrugged. “I’ll sleep if you’re ready to sleep.” “i-I am. Yeah..” He stayed quiet after speaking bringing his hands together and playing with his thumbs. You honestly don’t know why you even got on his lap, he just looks hot and your tipsy and wanted to mess with him. He always get flustered and nervous anytime you flirt with him or do things to him like this as a joke. “Y/n I think you should get off my lap.” He murmured looking up at you. “Huh? Why?” You pouted pushing a hair behind your ear instinctively pushing your hips back, your breath hitching when rubbed against what felt like a lump.

His hand quickly rushed to you hips holding you in place. “Don’t move too much y/n.” He spoke staring into your eyes. You blinked and tilted your head you couldn’t help pushing your hips back once to see what he was so scared about, rubbing against the lump once more. His legs bent squeezing your hips. “Y/n! Come on.” He pleaded. “Please don’t move.” it didn’t take you long to realize the lump was him getting hard, your eyes widened with a big smile. “Oh You’re getting hard aren’t you!” You spoke pointing a accusing finger into his chest. “No! Ew don’t say that! ” He exclaimed swallowing and looking down avoiding your eyes. You moved your hips back again earning a nervous mewl from him as he tried to hold your hips tighter in place. “Oh my gosh, Matt you’re hard!” You gushed. Matt panicked knowing it was too late to hide now finally looking up at you his eyes wide. “Y/n please don’t ever speak of this! I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it! Please don’t tell my brothers.” He whined.

You laughed at his pleas covering your mouth. Matt couldn’t help but smile faintly at your laughing. “Y/n seriously! It’s not funny. This is embarrassing!” “Matt, Matt, calm down it’s okay.” You spoke with a smile patting his chest. He sighed and looked at you. “Really? But I got hard from you just sitting on my lap..” He replied in a whine. “Yeah, I don’t care. I’m just glad I got to make a hot guy hard tonight.” He smiled at your stupid response rolling his eyes. Your laughter settled down and you both stayed in silence for a while looking at each other before his hand went to push hair out of your face. “I think I wanna kiss you.” He finally spoke looking at your lips. “I think you should do it.” Matt licked his lip immediately grabbing the back of your head and gently pulling you into a kiss.

The kiss slowly became more heated Matt thrusting up into your clothed cunt as you held yourself down against him. You pulled away to kiss down his neck sucking on the space under his ear. “Y/n..” He moaned his stomach clenching. Your sucked until a hickey formed kissing his jaw back up to his lips the make out continuing . Matt’s legs didn’t stop twitching trying to keep steady pace humping up against you. He tried holding the kiss but pulled away letting his head fall onto his pillow moaning into the air with his eyes closed. You smiled at him enjoying himself and leaned down nibbling on his ear lobe then kissed back to his neck licking and sucking at it. His eyes squeezed shut tightly for a moment before trying to calm down, he felt that familiar feeling of the knot in his belly tightening. “Oh my gosh.” He whimpered quietly his nails now dig into your hips as he stopped his thrusting.

“What’s wrong Matt?” You whispered into his ear. You knew he had to be close so you started moving your hips rolling them against his twitching boner. “It’s N-nothing. Oh my gosh…” He moaned quietly squeezing his eyes tightly shut again. “Then why did you stop moving?” “Cause y/n… I’ll cum, and I will if you keep moving.” He whispered opening his eyes to look at you. You smiled “In your pants Matt? What if I wanted it in my mouth? You’re so embarrassing.” You joked and giggled. He nodded quickly his eyes brows knitting together. “I know.. Y/n..” He held onto you tightly. “Look into my eyes Matt, I wanna see your face when you cum.” You whispered leaning down and licking his lips rubbing back and forth against him until you felt his twitching get rapid. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…I’m cumming.” He tried to murmur looking into your eyes as you sat up to get a better view. The knot in his stomach snapped erupting a big groan of relief from him releasing into his boxers. His eyes rolled back instinctively as he came so he closed him them. You watched his legs squirm around the bed, his hands griping onto you tightly switching from your hips your waist. “Wow.” You awed putting a hand to his neck rubbing the side gently to help soothe him. He started panted quietly and opened his eyes slowly looking at you his pupils big and black taking up his whole eye. “That’s so e-embarrassing..” He whimpered still coming down until he just relaxed his hands falling from you waist to bed. You pushed yourself down onto his legs and saw the wet spot he left on his sweatpants. You smiled looking back at his face . He sat up on his elbows and looked at you as you both couldn’t help start laughing at the situation.

“I won’t tell anyone this happened if you don’t.” You spoke. “Deal.” He smiled and sighed letting his body plop back onto the bed.

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recklesssturniolo · 5 months

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Hotel - M.S

Based on a req for reader n Matt having to share a hotel room/bed together, enemies x lovers, dom!Matt, some degrading

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor (or that bitch from Wattpad you can gtfo)

Finding a hotel this late at night with available rooms was almost impossible, but we got lucky - until Nick announced Matt and I would be sharing a room.

“You’re fucking kidding right? There’s no way I’m sharing a room with him” I yell, glaring at Matt.

“Listen I know it isn’t ideal but it’s just how we’re gonna have to do it. It’s one night you’ll both be fine” Nick sighs.

“About to be the worst night of my life” Matt grumbles.

“Jesus Christ I can’t listen to you two any longer, let’s just all go to our rooms and we’ll leave early tomorrow morning” Chris says.

Everyone nods while Matt and I continue giving each other the death stare. Making it to our room, opening the door and both of us putting down our stuff, pure silence taking over.

“I’m going to change” I announce.

“Good for you” Matt mumbles.

I change in the bathroom into a simple t shirt and shorts. Walking out I feel Matt’s eyes travel up and down my body but choose not to comment on it but notice he had changed as well, leaving him without a shirt on.

Sighing as I got into the bed, I was already annoyed at how much space Matt was taking up.

“Move over for fuck sakes, and stay on your side” I say.

“Trust me I will, I don’t want to be any closer to you than I need to” He shoots back.

Matt glances over at me again before shuffling over, turning the lamp off and getting himself comfortable. I turn so my back is facing him, before attempting to fall asleep myself.

Unaware of how much time had passed, I wake up to Matt’s hand on my hip, his body right against mine. Why the fuck are we even in this position?

“You wouldn’t stop moving your fucking hips and I was freezing so moved over” He grumbles, clearly aware of the fact I had woke up.

“Alright, no need for the fucking attitude” I reply.

“Maybe if you weren’t basically grinding against my dick and giving me a hard on I wouldn’t have to give attitude” He snaps back.

My breath hitches in my throat hearing him say that. Suddenly becoming extremely aware of his dick pressed against my ass.

“Sounds like a you issue” I mumble, glad it was dark so he was unable to see the blush that formed on my face.

“Keep it up and you’ll be a whimpering mess beneath me” He replies.

All it took was that one sentence for me to feel an ache forming between my legs.

“What no snarky come back? Too affected by what I said?” He asks.

“Fuck off and let me go back to sleep” I grumble, refusing to admit that he was having an affect on me.

Turning back over and closing my eyes, I feel Matt’s hand fiddling with the waist band of my shorts. My breathing becoming heavier as I try to ignore the growing sensation of need forming.

“If you’re trying to pretend you aren’t turned on, you’re doing a shit job” He whispers in my ear. His lips trailing down my neck.

Tilting my head back slightly, giving him easier access to my neck, I let out a gasp as he nips slightly at the skin on my neck.

“Matt” I groan, the wetness growing in my panties.

“Hm?” He replies, his hand now cupping my clothed pussy with his fingers tracing small circles, “Spit it out, you’re already soaked”

“Please” I whine.

“Please what?” He asks.

“Fuck sakes Matt. Touch me please” I grumble.

“There you go, wasn’t so hard to use your words was it sweetheart?” He replies.

His hand moves under my panties, his fingers now rubbing circles on my clit, as I let out of moan. My legs spread wider as I feel his fingers move towards my entrance, tracing circles around it.

“I - Matt” I whimper.

“Yeah? Tell me what you want” He says.

“Stop teasing” I whine, my core aching for his fingers to be inside of me.

“Mm but you sound so good begging for me, like a desperate whore” He replies.

“Please I need it” I again whine, his teasing driving me insane.

“Always knew you were a little whore” He responds before pushing two fingers inside of me, curling them slightly.

“Oh my god” I moan.

He says something that I couldn’t hear, too focused on how good he was making me feel and the growing knot in my stomach.

“Are you listening to me?” He asks, snapping me back to reality as he grabs my face turning it to look at him, taking his fingers out of me.

“I - what? What are you doing? Why did you stop” I stutter, the lack of his fingers inside of me frustrating me.

“God you need to learn how to fucking listen” He growls, his hand moving to my neck and squeezing, “I said you’re gonna ride me so I can see how good of a slut you can be”

“Fuck - yes okay” I reply.

I watch as he shuffles to removes his pjs and boxers, my jaw dropping at the size of him as it sprung out and smacked his stomach.

“Get your shirt off” He demands, watching as I removed it before taking both breast in his hand and toying with my nipples, moans escaping my mouth as he did.

“Let me” I beg.

“Let you what?” He responds.

“Ride you, please I need you” I whine.

My eyes follow his hand, watching him spit on it before starting to jerk himself off.

“You think you deserve to? I could just keep getting myself off instead” He says.

Almost mesmerized as I watch his hand move up and down, my pussy throbbing for him, I manage to choke out, “Matt fuck come on”

He smirks before replying, “So needy, get on”

Moving so he was lined up with my entrance, I begin lowering myself, wincing as my pussy stretched due to his size.

“You can take it, don’t pretend you can’t” He says.

My hands on his lower stomach for support, a growl leaves his mouth, and a moan from mine as he’s fully inside of me. Moving myself up and down, my pace fastening as I continued I watched as his eyes repeatedly trailed up and down my body.

“Fuck me you really are a whore” He groans, “So fucking tight”

“Feels - feels so good” I whimper.

My pleasure only increases as Matt begins to thrust his hips up, matching my pace and meeting with mine each time I went back down.

“Matt fuck I’m going to come” I whine, his dick hitting my g-spot and sending shivers down my spine.

“Not yet you’re not” He says.

“What?” I reply.

“You’re gonna wait till I do” He groans, thrusting his hips harder now.

“I can’t hold it” I whimper.

“You can and you will” He says.

A whimper falls from my mouth as my head falls back, using everything in me to follow his instructions. The continuous sensation of his dick slamming into me making it nearly impossible to control myself.

“Oh fuck, fuck I’m coming don’t even think about stopping” Matt growls, his eyes squeezing shut as I feel him release into me, the sight only making it harder to not come.

“Please” I beg, unsure if I could even hold myself back any longer.

“Such a whore, needing to come so badly” He groans, “Come for me”

Moans flow from my mouth as my climax takes over, my legs quickly growing weak as pleasure consumes my body. My body going limp as my high came to an end. Lifting myself up off of him and basically collapsing onto the bed.

“That was -“ I begin.

“So good” He finishes my sentence for me, “I’ve never doubted for a second that I could have you begging for me”

“Jesus Christ you couldn’t just not be cocky for 5 minutes?” I mumble.

“Nope, it’s in my nature” He shrugs.

“Fuck you’re so annoying” I say.

“You didn’t seem to think I was annoying when you were moaning out my name and begging to come” He smirked.

“Yeah well you are now” I reply.

“Whatever you say, just wait, I’ll have you begging again soon”

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secretsofafangirll · 1 month

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you're still my favorite girl - vol. two

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!oc

summary: after chris and his childhood best friend reveal their true feelings for one another, they end up going to bed beside one another hot and bothered. what happened when they wake up and those feelings, physically and emotionally, never went away?

//t.w// smut, soft!dom chris, sub!oc, , fingering,, use of "ma'" and "mamas", stomach bulging, mild sub space moment, mild overstimulation, lots of dirty talk.

As the morning sun drew brighter and higher in the sky, it crept through the curtains of my bedroom, casting a warm light directly on my eyes. I blinked them open, one at a time, scrunching each open side to help soothe the ache of the alarming brightness.

Upon coming to, I felt a pressure on my chest. Nothing strong or harsh, but a presence in front of me as I lied on my side. My arm lied heavy against a smaller object and I realized the position I was currently in.

With her back pressed against my chest, sweatshirt and pants long gone, my sickly sweet Isabelle Lavigne slept peacefully beside me, her back arched and ass pressed against me. I allowed my hands to slip under the hem of her shirt and travel the expanse of her stomach, reaching to cup her underboob and then all the way back down to her hip. I pressed my hips into hers and hooked my ankle over hers. Pushing her hair away from her neck, I placed a gentle kiss on the warm skin below her ear.

"My beautiful sunshine angel," I whispered to myself. I felt her stir beside me slightly, a whine scratching her throat as her muscles stretched. My hand stopped moving on her stomach as I felt her subconsciously press herself back into me.

"Chris," She croaked with her adorable morning voice, "What are mumbling about?" She questioned, squeezing her eyes shut and rolling onto her back? throwing her forearm onto her forehead.

"Nothin'," I answered, grabbing her wrist and pulling her arm away from her face and pushing her hair out of her eyes, "Just thinkin 'bout how beautiful you are."

"Oh, is that the new thing?" She blinked her eyes open and smiled at me.

"What? Calling you beautiful?" I asked, to which she nodded, "Don't act like that, a new thing, Belle. I've always called you beautiful." My hands roamed the expanse of her body, around her stomach and waist and down to her thighs and knees. I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her over and into my side before locking my hand under her knee and pulling her leg over my body.

"Chris.." She drawled out, as her body thumped into mine.

"What? I'm just making sure you're comfortable," I teased. She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips as my hands found hers. They rubbed up and down the length of her sides and down to squeeze her exposed ass. My eyes bore into hers until they closed when I gripped the skin tight enough to bruise. She bit her lip and moaned softly, her back arching making her press her hips down into mine. I could feel how wet she was through her panties.

"Chris, please," She begged, her eyes blinking open and looking so innocent.

"Please, what?" I asked, reaching up to her back to push her chest down to mine. I pressed a kiss against her cheek before finishing, "How am I supposed to know what you want?"

"Don't make me say it," She blushed and turned away from me. My hand wrapped around her jaw, forcing her to look back at me.

"Oh, you know better than that, baby,"

"Please touch me," She finally found the words.

"Not so hard, huh?" I teased, wrapping one arm around her ass and one around her shoulder so that I could flip her over onto her back.

She smiled a cheeky smile before saying, "Well," and gesturing down to bulge in my boxers.

"Shut the fuck up," I breathed, before leaning down to her face and capturing her lips in mine. Her hands found my back and slid up under my shoulders before tickling down my spine. My back arched and my smile broke the kiss.

"I really want to feel your hands on my body ma', I do," I said as I pulled away from the kiss, "but if I'm laughing while I'm trying to kiss you, we're gonna have to put them away. And I really don't want to do that."

"Okay, I'm sorry," She bit her lip.

"One, you have nothing to be sorry for. Two, put that lip back where it belongs." I said and pulled it from between her lips. "Now let's take care of my favorite girl, hm?".

I leaned back from her chest and sat back on my knees but snaked an arm behind her to pull her up with me. I grasped the hem of my hoodie that adorned her body, pausing for a moment to remember this moment. I, Christopher Sturniolo, was about to pull my sweatshirt off of this woman's body to expose my half-naked best friend. What a morning...

Third Person Point of View

Chris slowly bunched the thick material around her waist and over her chest and she raised her arms for her to rip it off. He avoided looking until it was fully gone and she was left in nothing but her underwear. He blinked his eyes down to her breasts and took his time admiring each one. His large hands cupped her B-cup tits and massaged them in his hands. She whined in response and bucked her hips up toward his. One hand dropped her breasts and pushed her hips back down to the bed.

"Patience, ma'," He sighed looking in her eyes before darting his own back to her body, "I wanna take my time with you."

His hands dragged down her stomach and sides and down to her hips where he fiddled with the lacy trim of her panties. He continued to touch her thighs, his fingertips tickling the soft skin. He hooked his hands under her knees and slowly separated her thighs.

Vulnerability took Isabelle over and suddenly grew very nervous. She took in a deep breath, one all too similar to the kind Matt takes when he's getting anxious.

"Hey, you okay?" He checks, releasing a leg and reaching up to cup her cheek.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good. Just a bit nervous, s'all." She assures.

"Ya' sure?" She nods and he makes his way back down to her thighs. He separated her legs again and allowed his hands to fall down the outside of thighs and to her panties again. He grips the hem of them in his slender fingers and pulls them down and over her knees. He unhooks them from her ankles and tosses them elsewhere. Isabelle's legs instinctively closed again and this time, Chris gripped her knees tightly and threw them apart, "Keep these. Right here. I'm not gonna tell you again."

Chris was always a more dominant person. Within his past relationship, hook-ups, and even friendships, he always took on a dominant, sometimes fatherly role. With Isabelle, he was always very protective and casually dominant. Making sure she ate, tying her shoes for her, and scolding her when necessary. Chris has always imagined how much of a brat or how much of a sub she was in bed and Isabelle has always wondered just how dominant Chris could be. And neither of them could lie, this was exactly what they had hoped for.

"Yes sir," She nodded quickly, swallowing thickly.

Chris' gaze diverted to her most private area. The sight he was met with was heavenly. Entirely bare, smooth and so incredibly wet was his, soon to not be, best friend's pussy. He bit his lip and looked up to the ceiling, silently begging for forgiveness for the thoughts he was having.

"So pretty, baby," He cooed, "So fuckin' gorgeous. And just for me, right?" His voice dropped.

"Yes, yes. Only you. Belongs to you." She whimpered as her hips writhed against the bed. She wanted to, no, she needed him to touch her.

"That's right," He whispered and reached out to drag his fingers through her folds, "So pink and wet and all mine."

His touch lit Isabelle on fire. His fingertips grazed over her clit and her breath hitched in her throat. His cold fingers dragged over her core again and slid down to her entrance, "Gotta open you up a bit first, mama."

She whined as his fingers slid inside of her, going deeper and deeper with every second. The pressure inside of her so foreign, as she hadn't been touched in months, "Chris," she breathed.

"What, baby? Feel good?" He coaxed

"Yes, Chris. You know it does," She breathed as her eyes rolled back behind her eyelids. He continued his work inside of her, curling his fingers and pumping them in and out of her. All she could do was writhe and whimper due to the pleasure coursing through her body and he just watched in awe of her beauty.

"Chris," She gasped, shooting her eyes open, "Chris, I'm gonna cum!" She exclaimed as her legs and hips roamed the bed even more.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum?" She nodded and bit down on her lip as her eyes squinted shut, "Go ahead, mama. Cum on my fingers."

She breathed out swiftly as she tried to suppress her moans and whimpers. She brought her hand down to her mouth and bit down on her wrist. Chris reached up with his free hand and tore it from her mouth, "No no no. I wanna hear my pretty girls' pretty sounds."

His words only amplified the pleasure already upon her and she whimpered even louder, however, she still tried to remain quiet so that Nick and Matt wouldn't hear. Gross. She thought. I'm thinking about his brothers while he's knuckle deep inside of me.

He worked her through her high and her breathing slowed as she gained control of herself once again. Part of her was worried about how overstimulated she would be, but she secretly craved the feeling and the control that he has over her. Once she had come down, he pulled his fingers out of her heat and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. Isabelle's brows pinned together as she felt herself getting even more worked up. He backed away from her body to pull his own boxers from his legs. Exposing his cock to her.

Holy fuck. She thought. She had always imagined what his dick would look like but she would feel guilty and perverted when her mind went too far. She had always thought it would be big, but not this big.

"God, everything about you is so fuckin' beautiful," He breathed, letting his eyes wander her body, "The way you sound when your moaning and whining," He straightened her legs around his waist, "How your hips move because it just feels too good," He teased her and wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her closer so that he core was flush with his own, "And your pretty little face when I touch you just right or say what you need to hear. How your eyes get bigger and how you bite your soft, so soft, lips."

"Christopher," She huffed, "Please."

"Alright, alright. I'm gettin' there," He soothed, running the back of his fingers over he cheek, "Just can't get over you."

His right hand grabbed the base of his cock and his left reached to wrap around her right thigh, "Let me know if anything hurts, okay? You understand?" She nodded in response but that wasn't

good enough for him. He tilted his head and pinched her thigh making her yelp, "You know better than that. Use your words."

"Yes, I understand." She spat out quickly, her need becoming more and more apparent.

"Good girl," He dragged his cock through her folds, the feeling of her warm wetness engulfed his tip and his body shuddered at the feeling. He pressed his tip to her entrance just to test the waters and her body seized for a moment. His eyes darted up to her and his eyebrows raised to check on her.

"I'm okay, promise. Please, keep going." She begged and bucked her hips, getting impossible closer to him. Ever so slowly, he pushed further in, working against the resistance he was met with. He tried his best to keep his eyes open as he felt her stretch and squeeze around his size. Once she got just over halfway he felt her body pull back slightly and a whine of pain escaped her lips, "Chris." She whispered with a trembling voice.

"I know, I know," He soothed, bending down to place a chaste kiss on her lips, "Just a little more, hm? Think you can take it?" He ran his hands up and down her thighs.

"Mhm, yes," She whimpered, "Yes, I can take it."

"Know you can, mama." He praised before pushing in all the way. Isabelle moaned in response and Chris jaw fell slack and his eyes slammed shut before a cheeky smirk was planted on his face, "So fuckin' good, ma'" He breathed out while shaking his head. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size. Once she gave him the green light, there was no going back.

He pulled back and slammed back in, watching her body move up and down on the bed. His hands gripped her hips tightly for leverage as he thrusted his length inside of her.

"Oh my God!" She moaned, her eyes pinching shut. He continued his assault on her pussy and watched as her innocent eyes stared up at his dominant ones. He pinched his lip to try and conceal his own moans but he failed miserably. Groans, moans, and whimpers of pleasure fell from his plush lips as he worked his way through her.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight, holy fuck," He groaned and mounted his hands under her thighs to lift them to 90 degrees, then he slid them down to her calves and through them over his shoulder and leaned forward to continue. This new angle had her throwing her head back and moaning loudly.

"Chris, Chris, Chris," She moaned, tears springing to her eyes are the stimulation, "Oh my fucking God." Her hands reached up to cover her face as hot tears fell from her eyes. They were tears of pleasure, but they were tears, nonetheless, and she didn't want him to see her crying. His hands removed their harsh grip from her hips, where there were surely bruises, and they tore her hands away from her face and he pinned them with one hand to the bed. His brows furrowed when he saw the tears but they leveled out when she cried, "Feels so good. So deep."

His eyes traveled down to her core but were stopped when he saw a lump in her lower stomach. He halted his movements inside of her and she sprang up in surprise to ask him why he stopped. When he challenged force with his hand on the shape, her jaw fell open and a high moan tumbled from her mouth. Her hand shot for his wrist to move it but he was much stronger than her. He could feel the force because it was him that was making the lump.

"Yeah? So deep? You feel me here?" He pressed harder, "You feel me in your tummy, taking up all this space?" He taunted and started his thrusts once again. She fell back against the pillows once again, and he allowed her to be his pillow princess. "That's right. Just lay back and let me fuck you, yeah?" He said and his hands found their way back to her hips so that he could pound into her harder.

"Chris, 'm so close," She whimpered and grasped the sheets in her hands.

His eyes stared down into hers, "I know baby, I'm almost there. You just gotta wait a little bit longer."

"I can't Chris," She whimpered, trying to mitigate the overwhelming pleasure that tingles all over her body. Chris' thrusts didn't relent and he worked so hard to chase his building high, "I can't hold it."

"Then, go ahead, ma'," He permitted, "Cum on my cock, baby."

With that, Isabelle's back arched off the bed and her body writhed in Chris' hands. He pushed her back down to the bed and continued to work in and out of her. Her vision clouded and her eyes rang slightly as he was overstimulating her. High pitched whines and whimpers started to fall from her plump lips and he looked up to his eyes in concern.

"It's alright, mama," He laughed and breathed a chuckle at her dependence on him, "I've got you."

Chris high followed shortly after and whines and whimpers fell from her lips as she fucked her through both of their orgasms, "Want my cum inside you, don't you mama? Want me to make you a mama someday, hm?" His mindless, meaningless words didn't register in his brain but they did in hers and her mind clouded at the pleasure she was experiencing. She nodded in response, not even really meaning to.

Chris continued to pump thick ropes of cum into her and once he was done, he plopped down onto her front, leaving his softening cock inside of her to trap the mess they'd made.

"You okay, my girl?" He checked on her after taking a moment to catch his breath. When she didn't answer and all she heard were her quick breaths, he pushed himself up from his position directly on top of her and looked at her face. He was met with a spacey, fucked-out mess of a woman that he needed to take care of. "Isabelle, baby, you're here with me yeah?" He tucked a sweaty strand of her hair behind her ears and tried to provide her with grounding, innocent touches.

Her cloudy eyes found him and she nodded, unable to form words yet. He just chuckled and pulled out of her slowly so that he could do what he needed to do for her. This made her finally speak, "No," She whined, "Wanted you to stay." She pouted.

"Trust me, ma', I did too, but I need to clean my favorite girl up," He said in a dominant tone that told her not to argue and she didn't even want to. He climbed off the bed and slid his arms underneath her body to carry her bridal style to the bathroom. Isabelle had finally come back to planet earth and found herself staring at him in amazement. "Why're you looking at me like that?" He squinted.

"Nothin'. I just love you," She murmured softly in his ear and her hand played with the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck.

"I love you too. You're so perfect." He complimented and set her on the toilet. She stared up at him with her lips folded into her mouth.

"I'm not peeing with you in here, mister." She said sternly.

"Bro," he kissed his teeth, "I was just balls deep inside of you and you think I care about watching you pee?"

"I don't care if you care, I care if I care. Now please, exit." She shooed him away with her hand. He groaned before spinning on his heels.

"Anything for my favorite girl."

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aaaahhhh!!! i know this took way longer than expected but i had a ton of exams and my schedule just got super busy, but she's finally here. i'm sorry if it was underwhelming or not what you expected but this was my first time writing something like this, so let me know what you think or what to work on.

thank you all so much for all the love, i definitely wasn't expecting this many people to see my work, so, for that i'm very grateful.

i have a series planned, so, be on the look out for any information about that.

all the love, she <3

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babyjakes · 5 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | edging

pairing | dom!steve rogers x sub!reader

warnings | dom/sub relationship. stevie - he's so stern but sweet i love him :'). daddy kink (steve and reader refer to him as ‘daddy.) restraints. fingering. toy use (magic wand.) edging, orgasm control. crying. lots of praise and talking reader through it. some aftercare.

word count | 670

thinking about how a stricter dom!steve looooves edging you, his sweet little subby baby 🥺

he lays you out spread nice and wide on the bed, securing your wrists and ankles with rope to keep you from squirming. settles at your side with the magic wand in hand— his fav 😌 he loves the way your eyes go wide at the sight of it

he starts you on low, gradually working up the speed/intensity. slipping a finger into your needy hole at some point, then another, and another. three’s your limit without making it too much of a stretch. “good girl. so full of me, aren’t you baby? how’s that feel? you like taking daddy’s fingers?” smiling so sweetly at you when you nod and whimper

he knows just the spot to nestle the bulb of the wand into, right up against your aching clit 🫶 your poor little pussy gets sooo hot and tingly so fast, steve can’t help but chuckle gently at the sight of you unraveling so quickly

“pretty girl, daddy wants you to hold it.”

your distressed whines and big, pleading eyes earn you a sympathetic smile, but no mercy 😔 “c’mon baby. know you can be a big girl and hold it, right? can you show me, doll?”

you’re gritting your teeth as your toes curl, using every ounce of your focus and energy to hold off the inevitable. when steve sees you’re nearing the end of your rope, you’re suddenly hit with a sense of emptiness and need— his fingers are gone and the wand has been pulled away just in time

he strokes your tummy lovingly as it clenches, your breaths coming out in staggers. the look of shock and disappointment on your face are hard for him to bear, but barely shows it

“breathe, sweetheart. there you go,” he’s talking you through it. licking up your juices from his fingers, savoring your taste

a few minutes pass before he gently brings the tips of his digits back to tease at your entrance. “one more time for me baby, can you do that? one more time, then daddy’ll give you what you need”

the bulb of the wand is eased back up against your throbbing clit as he starts working you up again. this time it happens much quicker. “daddy, d-daddy!”

he knows this time around is much more intense for you. as cruel and punishing as he comes off, he’s well in-tune with your body and knows just when to pull away again, right before sending you over the edge

“shhh, i know, babydoll. i know,” he croons as you let out a frustrated sob. he’s wiping your tears away gently, kissing your forehead. “you’ve been so good for me, honey. daddy’s good girl, think you’ve earned yourself some relief, huh?”

you’re a wiggling, writhing mess as he finally brings the wand and his fingers back for the promised finale. fucking his long, muscular digits up into you faster and with more force this time, working the wand in steady up and down strokes over your burning core. “okay baby, there you go. c’mon, give me a nice big one,” his encouragement sends you over the edge as your orgasm is pulled from you.

body on fire from all the built up anticipation 😩 it was so worth it!!! a high that lasts what feels like minutes, your pussy contracting harshly around steve’s waiting fingers. “there it is. such a good girl,” he’s smiling so big, so proud of you

you cry through and after your orgasm, your soft whimpers and sniffles melting the stern man’s heart. as soon as his hands are clean and the wand is switched off, he’s holding you, praising you, taking care of you. he knows how vulnerable you are after such an intense buildup and climax

“my precious girl, you did so well. daddy’s so proud of you, baby. come here, come let me hold you. there you go, sweetheart. deep breaths, daddy’s got you” 💕

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biteofcherry · 9 months

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Shiny Trinket

Heart of Ruby Masterlist

part of Ruby Garden series

Dom!Ari Levinson x submissive female reader

summary: Don't ever think that your Dom doesn't take your opinions into consideration. Ari's about to thoroughly review your small suggestion about the Ruby Garden club's interior.

warnings: Dom/sub dynamics; bdsm; Dom!Ari Levinson; power imbalance; safe, sane and consensual; established relationship; mild bondage; use of sex toys; explicit s**ual content; very light objectification;

word count: 3.6k

In response to the pleading I wrote something with Dom!Ari to start the weekend. So grab a drink, don't drink it while reading, but hydrate afterwards as aftercare is important even for readers 😂

Head resting on Ari's shoulder, you mindlessly play with the button of his partly-open shirt as your gaze trails across the space. Soft timbre of Ari's voice as your Dom talks to another member is soothing enough that you let your thoughts simply wander.

Dark tones on the walls, which at first sight may look like simple black paint, are in fact a velvety wallpaper encrusted with decorative swirls. BDSM equipment in red leather and old-wood styled designs is mixed with black, French-style furniture; like the curved dresser which drawers are filled with small fun implements, from nipple clamps to gags.

Ornamental iron hanging from the ceilings in various spots around the club serves as rafters to which poor bottoms can be cuffed. The chandeliers, most in red or reddish-gold, a decorative echo of old French districts.

No wonder Ari feels here so at ease. Not only because he owns the place, but because he made it a much kinkier, lush reflection of the New Orleans, which used to be his home.

You like the quite luxurious feel of the Ruby Garden, with the enticing shades of black and titular red, wood and upholstery that sometimes make you fantasize about past century brothels or private clubs where kink started to bloom amongst bohemian passions.

But there's something missing. At least according to your eye.

"It could use some sparkles," you mutter under your breath, not fully aware you said it out loud.

Ari's legs beneath you jerk up slightly, nudging you as he tilts his head and glances at you.

"Hmm? What were you saying, mon Chérie?" He asks.

Ari never loses his focus on you, even if he's engaged in a conversation with someone else, his instincts are always zeroed in on you.

It's endearing, but sometimes also scary. Especially in moments when you'd rather not have your Dom sense you're about to get into trouble.

"Nothing important," you shrug. "Just that something shiny could be added to the club's interior."

"What?" Ari arches a single brow, now fully looking at you.

"Hey, I find the club very chic and stylish," you playfully tug on the collar of Ari's shirt, "but even with the addition of red it's still mostly masculine. A few shiny trinkets here or there could level it up."

Okay, so maybe you like sparkling things a bit.

Maybe a lot.

Maybe the vanity at your place is stacked with four jewelry boxes that beside your usually worn jewelry contain lots of broken strings of colorful beads, which you didn't have a heart to throw away because they were so pretty and shiny.

"Shiny decorations?" At first Ari looks at you as if you lost your mind, but his eyes slowly darken as he deliberates on something.

You tilt yourself back warily, as much as Ari's heavy arm securing your back allows. You don't trust that look on his face, when his features harden and evil kind of mischief ignites in his blue eyes.

When he gives you that look, it usually means you're about to suffer his wicked ways.

"I think I have to seriously consider such a proposition." Ari hums, tracing his fingertips down your arm.

He gently takes your fingers in his and lifts your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles like a gentleman. Reminding you of the movie vampires you once compared him to, saying he had that southern charm blinding his victim into compliance so that he could rip her apart and leave her body in the bayou.

Ari had laughed then; rich and genuine amusement that carried through his apartment and made your heart flutter in happiness.

Then he'd tied you to a reupholstered Bergere chair and wrecked you to a point that you prayed for being dumped dead in the bayou.

So now that he's dropping into his charming deception again, your heart jumps in reasonable fear. And your pussy clenches.

"Stand up for me, Chérie." He helps you up on your feet, moving along with you, until he's towering over you.

"Remove your clothing, please." Though he's polite, you know it wasn't a request, but an order.

One you don't have much trouble complying, despite there always being that first wave of embarrassment when you undressed fully in the club, since there were always curious eyes around you.

"Wrists, please."

It's an instinct, to place your hand in Ari's grip without hesitation. Even if you're wary of his creative type of evil, you trust him deeply.

Ari's leather cuffs are already in place, always put on before you enter the club floor. Now he links them together, binding your hands. Then he lifts your arms above your head.

Your eyes follow the line of Ari's arms as he stretches them - one hand holding your bound wrists, while the other reaches for a chain hanging from the rafters above.

Uh-oh.

He chains you in place, pulling you up 'till you're balancing on the balls of your feet.

Ari tenderly runs his fingertips along your arms and down your sides, reminding you of his presence and care, despite having just thrown you off balance.

"A second, if you please." He smiles at you, but it's not really reassuring. Not at the moment when you see the wicked hunger gleaming in his eyes.

Ari sways you gently, chuckling when you squeak as your feet slide across the floor.

He moves past you, walking a few steps away. You can hear amused huffs coming from the few people who are around, including the Master with whom Ari was speaking before.

You try focusing on the sounds of what your Dom may be preparing, but the mixture of the club's noises drowns out the quiet slide of a drawer being pulled open.

Ari doesn't take long, but enough for you to start stewing in images running wild.

There's always an element of surprise (to not say shock) when being with Ari. No matter how many details you talk over before starting some scenes, your Master always twists it up and makes your head spin.

He stands in front of you again, steadying your body with a hand on your hip. He lets his gaze roam over you; slowly, so that you feel the burning attention rousing each part of your body.

"I'm always open to suggestions," he says, squeezing your flesh, "so I'll happily consider the option of adding more sparkling elements to the interior."

"But I'd rather keep with the color scheme, okay?" He asks you, as if he was really talking about simple interior design.

You know he's not. You can practically see the cogs in his devious mind twirling rapidly, creating a plan of your demise to the tune of his evil laugh.

You swallow nervously, nodding your head hesitantly.

Then Ari takes something out of his pocket and your eyes widen.

The chain that dangles on his finger isn't long. It has three red, crystal hearts placed evenly across it. And a pair of biting as fuck nipple clamps - each on one end.

"Oh no, no, no, no!" You shake your head, scrambling away as far as your chain allows, which isn't far.

Ari sighs.

He takes one step to the side. Then lands a slap on your ass so solid, that the crack of it echoes through the club and the painful sting makes you jump forward with a shriek.

Rough fingers squeeze your chin harshly when Ari faces you again. his eyes hold a reprimand that's a hair away from punishment.

"Nipple clamps are not on your hard limits list." He reminds you. "Or has that changed?"

"N-no, Sir," you want to cast your eyes down, but with the way Ari's holding your chin you're forced to withstand the eye contact.

"Do you perhaps need to safeword?"

Though his voice is a low graze of displeasure, you know it's at your antics, because Ari is always - absolutely always - serious about consent and safewords.

"No, Sir," you don't hesitate in your answer, even though you know it's sealing your fate.

"Are you in the yellow range? Do we need to pause and talk?"

He would. Immediately. If you hinted at actual discomfort beyond what you could take for your Master.

But you were nowhere near that stage. You were simply fussy and maybe the tiniest bit bratty, which meant you were getting yourself in even more trouble.

"No, Sir," you grumble in defeat.

"Ah, so you're being whiny just for the sake of it?" Ari releases your chin, but his fingers curl instead around the back of your neck as he steps so close to you that his clothes graze your naked skin.

"I don't like nipple clamps!" You blurt out, unable to stop the petulance from spilling.

"Tough." Ari shrugs. "Because I like putting them on you."

"I like how you squeak when I attach them," he murmurs, running his fingertips under the swell of your breasts. "How you pant as you breathe through the pain for me."

"I love how wet you get from them," he pinches your nipples, at the same time capturing your lips in a kiss.

Your yip melts on Ari's tongue, dispersing into a moan the longer he holds your nipples between his fingers.

You'd tell him it's not the clamps themselves that do it to you, but the fact Ari makes you suffer them. Also because his voice, warm and raspy, is like prelude to sex itself and you would get wet and needy from his talk alone.

But any coherent thought leaves your brain when Ari's mouth descends down your neck and onto your breasts. He cups each in his big hands, squeezing. Then his mouth is on one of your nipples, sucking and tormenting it into a stiff point.

He lavishes the other tit with the same voracious attention, tugging on the stiffened peak with his teeth, before releasing it.

Straightening up, Ari holds your gaze as he rubs your poor, tortured nipples with his fingers, wiping away excess of his own saliva, so that the clamps would hold on better.

And then he's attaching the first one; impish glee lighting up his eyes at your hiss.

By the time he secures the other clamp, adjusting the tightness, you're trying to steady your ragged breath and not close your thighs, because your folds are getting puffy and wet.

"See? Shiny." Ari mocks you, flicking one of the crystal hearts hanging from the thin chain attaching both clamps.

The impact, however minimal, tugs on your nipples, sending another zap straight to your core.

"But I think, if we're going for a proper shiny ornament to decorate my club-" Ari's mouth curves in a smirk as he reaches into his pocket once again- "it needs to be opulent."

He lifts his hand up and the first thing that you see is a red crystal heart between his fingers.

Ari turns his palm up and a wave of heat washes over you. A butt plug. Very reasonable in size, but it doesn't change the fact you're still squirmy and shy when your Dom initiates anal play.

You almost caused him a laughing hiccup when you tried to talk your way out of it, by blurting out it's unhygienic.

In moments like that, when you knew Ari was going to push against your resistance, you considered moving everything into a hard limit list. Though Ari had the skill to use kissing alone as a damn torment.

You curse under your breath when Ari moves to stand behind you and kicks your feet wider apart. You catch a small audience glancing your way, quickly shifting your own gaze to the floor.

There's a snick of a bottle being open and then Ari's finger slides between your buttcheeks, smearing a dollop of lube around your rim.

The plug is coated in lube as well, easing its way inside.

Your breath quickens, a whimper spilling on your lips when Ari pushes the toy in.

"Push back, Chérie. That's it," he encourages you.

While his voice is soft and the hand steadying your hip is reassuring, the pressure against your tightest hole is merciless.

“There you go,” Ari forces the whole thing in, tracing the heart-shaped securing end with his finger. “So pretty and sparkly.”

He pats your ass lightly, rounding you again. A glint of recognition in his eyes tells you that he's acutely aware that you’re settling into every sensation, every part of the scene that’s unfolding.

Ari knows your body is throbbing with growing need, that you’re focusing on the feeling of your nipples being crushed and your ass being stretched; as well on the helplessness of being bound and naked in front of him. In front of other people, too. And he knows being at his mercy (while also deeply certain of remaining in his care) tops your arousal.

Your gaze is a little dazed already as you look up at him, a blissed sigh leaving your lips when Ari’s touch marks your body.

He’s tracing lines along your sides, moving closer to caress your back and then up your arms. He draws patterns with his fingertips, then squeezes your ass with both hands.

Breath hitches in your lungs as Ari crouches down, his hot breath tickling your belly while his large hands grip your thighs.

For a long moment nothing happens, just Ari keeping his mouth an inch from your wet core as he slides his hands up and down your legs, each time moving them a little higher, a little further between your thighs.

When his tongue flicks against your clit, your whole body jerks with sensation. The chain clinks, your feet scrambling against the floor, and the heart-shaped weights on the nipple clamps tug harsher.

“Shh,” Ari coos, wrapping his arms around your thighs to help you steady.

He works wicked eights on your swelling nub, his tongue putting spells that drive you surely to the edge, but keep away from finishing your torment.

When he pulls back, you have half a mind to glare at him. The fact he doesn’t immediately retaliate with a swat to your clit only increases your worry. Turns you on even more, as well.

Ari reaches into his pocket once again. It takes your glazed eyes a few seconds to make out the glint of the implement within his palm. Similar to a minimalistic, curved brooch, with a single red, crystal heart.

“Oh God, Sir.” You nearly weep, tugging on the chain binding your hands. “Please no, Sir, please, please.”

Ari doesn’t show an ounce of irritation this time, he’s too smug about drawing reactions from your body. Though you are certain that the clit clamp he has prepared for you is for his own amusement, not your own pleasure.

“Color?” He simply asks, referring to the traffic color system that’s the classic and most basic form of stating your state when in a bdsm scene.

You whine again, because you can’t lie to him and because you’re not even distressed.

“Green,” you admit, pouting.

You try tilting your ass back, moving your sensitive parts away from the wicked Master with his stupid implements of evil. A smack on the back of your thigh has you yelping and scooting back forward. You earn another slap for glaring.

“FuckjesusohgodSirfuck-” you babble, eyes screwing shut as Ari pinches your puffy folds together and clamps them.

Your engorged clit is fully exposed in the tear-shaped hole, its sides squeezing it only a tad lighter than the torture devices do your nipples. The heart shaped crystal falls right atop your exposed clit and you know it will bump it with every move.

Sucking in a breath, you press your lips together and still your body. If you won’t move a single muscle then it will be alright.

Moderately alright, since you’re suffering already, but better than the-

Your mouth falls open on a cry and your whole body jolts when Ari pats your clit with an open hand.

Your core burns, walls fluttering rapidly. Your ass clenches too, which in turn leads to a dirty reminder that it's stretched around a plug. Movement causes the chain between nipple clamps to sway, tugging on your abused peaks.

The heat inside you grows, blood rushing through you and buzzing in your head.

Lips parted, as moan after moan trickles out, you fall deeper into sensations spreading through your body. Your mind gets a little cloudy, shutting out everything that isn’t connected to your body.

Ari’s touch becomes a beacon, drawing your attention to wherever he points. Light strokes of his hands, instead of soothing your body, escalate the madness. His mouth joins the torment, kisses and bites overloading your senses.

You keen loudly when he brushes the back of his hand against your trapped, swollen folds. You don’t even register the hum of delight from your audience when Ari taps the crystal over your clit and it bounces, making you cry out.

“Who would’ve thought that a shiny trinket is so whiny?” Ari mocks.

You, amusing him further, whine again, your head lolling forward.

Ari’s fingers push between your lips, coarse pads rubbing against your tongue. He drives two, then three, almost to the back of your throat. Then withdraws them, a string of saliva stretching between your mouth and his fingers.

He brings his wet fingers to your clit again, circling it oh so slowly, then flicking the crystal over and over again.

He gives you short reprieve, enough for the pulsing in your clit to marginally subside. Enough that when he finally takes the damn clamp off, you don’t come immediately from the sheer return of blood to your sensitive parts.

You’re nearly panting and doing your best to keep your legs spread, because if you closed your thighs an inch, it surely would be a stimulation enough you’d orgasm.

Which, actually, is tempting as hell…

You don’t get to try it, however. Ari is pushing between your thighs; pants undone and cock sheathed.

He grips one of your legs below the knee and pulls it up, wrapping it around his hip. Bending his legs slightly, Ari guides the head of his cock into your pussy. Standing still for a moment, he moves his now free hand to grip your ass and then plunges in one, swift stroke.

The stretch is maddening enough to have you push up on your tiptoes, but Ari drives in to the hilt, sinking himself so deeply that your oversensitive clit crushes into his pelvis.

You come with a scream, body convulsing in pleasure so high it’s almost painful.

Ari holds you through it, a vein in his neck pulsing as he forces himself to stay still and not fuck into the clenching heat of your cunt.

When you slump forward, head resting in the crook of Ari’s neck, he teases loud enough for your hazy brain to register and for your audience to hear:

“So much trouble with shiny trinkets. You poke it and it immediately breaks apart.”

Your incoherent mewl against his neck makes Ari huff a laugh.

He kisses your shoulder softly then starts moving. He keeps the few first thrusts slow, finding the best angle for his own pleasure. Then steadily increases the pace and the force.

You start responding, as each push jolts your body and the embers of arousal ignite into flames again. The clamps on your nipples are still attached, pulling on your peaks with each roll of Ari’s hips. His hand on your ass angles, long digits resting atop the crystal of the anal plug and tapping it repeatedly.

“Oh! Ohh!” Your head tilts back, cheek squishing into your outstretched arm.

Ari tugs on the butt plug, cock driving into you harder. Among the fizz in your head, you can hear faint jingling - of the chains on the rafter, of the chain swaying between your tits, of the buckle in Ari’s belt.

There’s also the pitiful babble coming from your own mouth: begging and prayers, all at once.

Ari’s grunts elicit a special type of pleasure, a certain fulfillment at knowing your Dom is satisfied. That you give him this pleasure. For a submissive like you it’s a gratification greater than your own orgasm.

Though you sure love the shattering climax that Ari rips from you when he rams into your pussy at a particular angle.

The squeeze of your walls topples him over soon after you. The feelings of his cock twitching inside you makes you sigh in contentment. It always does, whether he finishes in one of your holes, or in your hand.

You don’t fully register the tenderly spoken “I’ve got you, mon amour,” when Ari slides out of you a few heartbeats later.

It’s the rush of blood returning to your nipples after he takes off the clamps, that shakes you out of daze. The zap of pain surges to your core in a twisted ripple.

Ari rubs your nipples gently, easing the ache. Kisses each tip.

He eases out the plug from your hole, then gathers all the toys into a small zip-lock bag to take it cleaning later. One strong arm around your middle, Ari uses his other hand to unchain you. There’s no stumbling as you sink boneless into his arms, Ari's an expert in catching and holding you.

With your head resting against Ari’s chest when he sits down on a small sofa, after wrapping you in a soft blanket, you focus on the pounding of his heart beneath your ear and don’t hear the passing comment of one of the Masters about it being a fun idea to have someone be made into a trinket once a week.

Ari doesn’t mind this type of recurring decoration at the club.

As for the kind of shiny trinkets you liked, Ari decides on buying you a few sun catchers to hang in the windows, so you could chase the shards of rainbow scattered on the floor and walls.

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