Chris Sturniolo Smut - Blog Posts

Apologies for not posting!! im gonna be on spring break soon so ill be able yo write and post more!!

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in the making!!!

INTRODUCING ….

MASTERLIST

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ shy!reader x popular!chris

luci blair. 18, lives in new york manahattan, straight, intelligent, stubborn, morning walks, books, coffee, yoga, very introverted, hates popular!chris, jazz lover, big sleeper, really sweet, wireless head phones, sunsets, kittens, bunnies, clingy ( not at first ), super shy when having to speak up, kinda wants to be friends with popular!chris but doesnt say anything, writer.

chris sturniolo. 19, straight, popular, goes to alot of partys, smoker + drinker, extroverted, easily jealous, crushing on shy!reader, rap music, dogs, likes his personal space, dogs, barely sleeps, protects shy!reader, romcoms, dumb (academically), anger issues, youtuber + tiktoker.

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Chris Sturniolo

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Matt Sturniolo

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IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND ✿࿐

summary: in which y/n is in love with their best friend matt. will she tell him? or does he confess first?

contains: bestfriend!matt, petnames for reader (ma), for matt (sweet boy), use of y/n.

slightly proof read.

i don’t know if this will get a part 2.

SLIGHT PLOT ⚠️

SLOW BURN ⚠️

enjoy! :)

i was with matt in the van.

we were heading home from getting snacks from the store.

nick and chris didnt want to come along, so they made us go. i wasnt complaining because i enjoy spending time with matt.

“what do you want to listen to?”, i asked matt while scrolling through my playlist.

“anything is fine, y/n”, he said while staring at the road in front of him.

i turned on a dominic fike song, our favorite song and matt instantly started humming.

i looked over at him and smiled at him.

he smiled back.

“whats the smile for ma?”, matt teased as he looked at me and then back to the road.

he knew that pet name got to me, he teased me 24/7 with it.

“nothing. just enjoying being with you”, i said as i looked away out of the window.

he put his hand on my thigh.

“i enjoy spending time with you too ma”, he replied chuckling and looking over to me.

my heart flutter and my face grew red.

i was flustered, all i could do was smile back at him, and look away.

he stopped at a red light.

“why are you hiding your face ma, you flustered?”, he questioned grabbing my chin to look at him.

i looked at him, my face red as strawberries.

“you’re so pretty”, he said looking at me as he tilt his head.

he let go of my chin and smirked as he started to drive again.

my breathing grew heavy as i looked back out of the window.

was i imagining things?

he was definitely flirting with me.

“you wanna watch a movie when we get to the house?”, matt asked.

he still had his hand on my thigh.

“y-yeah thats fine….”, i trailed looking forward out of the dash.

he squeezed my thigh.

“you good?”, he said smirking as he looked at me.

i nodded, as i stayed staring forward.

“use your words ma”, he teased with a smirking expression.

“im good, matt”, i responded as my breath hitched.

he looked over at me and back to the road.

after i said that, the ride to the house was quiet.

besides matt humming every once in a while.

we made it to the house and matt took his hand off my thigh finally.

i took my seatbelt off, grabbed the bags and got out of the car.

matt was still in the car and got out a few seconds later.

“got everything ma?”, he asked looking at me.

“yeah”, i responded looking back at him.

he walked over and held my open hand as we walked into the garage.

he unlocked the door and we walked inside.

we made it upstairs and i let go of his hand.

i put the bags down while nick and chris ran into the kitchen.

“did you get what i want. did you get what i wanted?”, nick asked jumping up and down.

“yes nick we got what you want”, matt said as i laughed.

chris followed behind nick.

“wheres my sour skittles?”, chris asked smirking at me.

i dumped the bag onto the counter and everyone grabbed their candies.

nick walked over to the couch and plopped down while chris stayed at the kitchen table.

meanwhile i grabbed a bag of popcorn and started popping it in the microwave.

matt found a bowl and sat it on the counter.

he walked up beside me as i stood at the microwave.

“you wanna watch a movie in my room away from those goobers?”, he whispered into my ear, making me laugh.

nick looked over at us and shook his head looking back at the tv, chris was glued to his phone.

when matt pulled away, i nodded.

“i’d love that”, i said smiling.

he smiled back at me and took the finished popcorn out of the microwave.

we grabbed drinks, our candy, and the popcorn and headed to matt’s room.

when we go to his room, i sat all the stuff onto his desk, and plopped onto the bed.

he smirked, staying behind me a bit, before setting all the stuff down he had in his hands, and plopped down next to me.

he looked over at me.

“what do you wanna watch ma?”, he asked staring at me.

i shrugged my shoulders.

“hmmm, what about hereditary? we haven’t watched that in awhile”, he said smirking.

i smiled, he always knew my favorite things.

“yeah”, i said nodding as my face grew red.

“sounds good ma”, he said still smirking as he got up and grabbed the remote.

i sat up and snagged our snacks from his desk.

i plopped back onto his bed and sat up against the head board.

he scooted next to me and i laid my head on his shoulder as he started the movie.

we were halfway into the movie.

“shit-“, i muttered out as i looked away from the screen.

matt’s head stuck up and he pulled me closer.

“its all good ma, just a jumpscare. you forgot about it, huh?”, he asked chuckling as he looked down at me.

i nervously laughed.

“yeah, yeah i forgot”, i said laughing still as i looked up at matt.

he had this glint in his eye, looking down to my lips, then back to my eyes, but he just turned and faced the tv.

my breath hitched again like earlier.

but i looked back at the movie.

as soon as i knew it, matt had fallen asleep leaned on me.

it was 11 pm when i picked up my phone.

he mumbled a few times in his sleep.

i smiled and laid my head against his.

all of a sudden, a knock at the door.

i opened my eyes and chris had walked in.

matt’s eyes fluttered open and looked up.

“cmon man i was asleep. what do you want?”, matt said throwing his head back.

“nick was wondering if you guys wanted to watch a movie, but looks like you already did”, he said looking at the tv and then back to us in the bed.

“we made popcorn earlier. how did you guys not realize?”, i said laughing.

“you guys made popcorn?”, chris said gasping as he took a step back.

matt scoffed and i laughed.

“you guys do not pay attention”, matt said as he looked back up at chris.

“i’ll leave you guys alone”, chris said as he shut the door behind him.

i sighed and looked over to matt as i slid a piece of his hair behind his ear.

“what now sweet boy?”, i said smiling up at him.

he smiled back at me and kissed me.

“matt, i-“, i said pulling back startled.

“shit. i-i’m sorry ma”, he said looking down and rubbing the back of his neck.

“i- just have wanted to do that for awhile”, he said looking back up at me.

i smiled when he said that, i then scooted back next to him.

he looked back down again.

“i’m sorry ma. i didn’t mean to make anything weird”, he trailed but i stopped him from talking when i pulled his chin up to face me.

i kissed him.

i put my hands around his neck and straddled him.

small sounds and whimpers escaped his mouth as i did.

he instinctively put his hands onto my waist.

i pulled back to look at him.

i laughed a little as i messed with his hair.

“can i tell you something ma?”, matt said looking up at me.

“of course sweet boy”, i said looking down to face him.

“i love you ma. i’ve loved you for awhile now”, he said fluttering his eyes opened and closed still looking into my eyes.

i don’t think i’ve ever smiled so hard before.

i’m pretty sure a few tears formed in my eyes.

“i love you too matt. i love you so much”, i said smiling as a tear fell down my face.

he wiped it and pulled me in for another kiss.

INTRO ✿ ࿐

hi, my name is mae :) i write smut, fluff, angst, etc.

INTERESTS ☆ ࿐

MUSICIANS: dominic fike, frank ocean, steve lacy, lana del rey, tyler the creator, pinkpantheress, djo, destroy lonely, ian, lucki, billie eilish, ken carson, beabadoobee, deftones, korn, yeat, adrianne lenker, kendrick lamar, olivia rodrigo, childish gambino, and many more★

MOVIES AND SHOWS: donnie darko, bones and all, outer banks, call me by your name, the boys, saw, scream, X, alice in borderland, and many more★

FAMOUS PEOPLE: sturniolo triplets, slushy noobz, sinjin drowning, kyahnextdoor, deb smikle, joe bart, coryxkenshin, baylen levine, penguinz0, sam and colby, smosh, and many more★

MASTERLIST ♤ ࿐

ALL ORIGINAL STORIES MADE BY ME WILL BE BELOW !

in love with my best friend

i take requests but im not 100% comfortable with a REAL smut,the detailed and very sexual ones,but yes i can make little less smutty ones. I write fast. Im in a sturniolo fandom since late January last year officially,im always open for new ideas for bots!! No racism,hate,sexism,ANY type of hate or harmfull behavior will NOT be tolerated,immediate block. We can always be friends!

masterlist guide :

♡ - fluff

♤ - angst

☆ - smut

• nothing else ♡

• friendship was never friendship ♡

• rules were meant to be broken ( 1 ) ♡

• rules were meant to be broken ( 2 ) ♡☆

Snaps you would send/ receive from Bf! Chris:

A/n: This is my first official post and it's not what I had originally planned, but I hope you guys enjoy. Inspired by Chris new snapchat and insta posts.

⚠️Warnings: Slightly suggestive but overall not really smutty.

Bf! Chris x Poc! Reader (tried to include all races).

Lemme know if you guys want a Matt version as well.

Prove It - Chris Sturniolo

Summary: Chris doesn't think Y/N can handle him Warnings: sexual content, smut, p in v, backshots, unprotected sex (please just no), rough!dom!chris, making out Word count: 1.3k

Chris leans back against the headboard, arms crossed over his chest, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips.

“You really think you can handle me, babygirl?” His voice is low, dripping with challenge, eyes dark as they rake over you.

Your heart pounds, but you refuse to back down. “I don’t think. I know.”

You crawl closer, hands settling on his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. “You’re the one who doesn’t know what to do with me.”

Chris lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh yeah? That’s cute.” He reaches up, fingers threading into your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. His pupils are blown, his lips slightly parted. “So prove it.”

Your breath hitches, but you don’t hesitate. You shift closer, your fingers tracing along his jawline before sliding into his hair, tugging just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath.

Chris tilts his head into your touch, his smirk faltering for a split second before returning with even more intensity.

“You always talk big, ma. But I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.” His voice is a murmur now, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You tilt your head, a smirk of your own forming. “That sounds like fear, Chris.” His brows raise, amusement flickering across his face. “Fear?”

He scoffs, pulling you even closer. “Nah, babygirl. I just don’t think you realize what happens when you play this game with me.”

“Then stop talking and show me.”

Chris watches you for a long second, his expression unreadable, before his smirk fades into something darker, something more serious. His fingers tighten in your hair, his free hand sliding down to grip your waist.

“Alright, ma,” he mutters, voice rough. “Just remember—you asked for this.”

His grip on your waist shifts, fingers pressing firmly as he guides you down onto the mattress beneath him. You let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping the sheets as he hovers over you, eyes dark with intent. The air between you crackles with tension, his gaze locked onto yours, watching every tiny movement, every breath you take.

He likes seeing you flustered, loves knowing that no matter how confident you pretend to be, you still react to him.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” he teases, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “You’re already looking a little nervous, babygirl.”

You swallow hard but refuse to back down. “You talk too much, Chris.”

His smirk returns, full of amusement, but there’s something else there too—something deeper, something hungry.

“Yeah? Then do something about it.”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of hesitating. Instead, you tug at the hem of his shirt, slipping it up over his head and tossing it aside before running your cold hands over his bare skin. His breath stutters slightly, and you catch the way his muscles twitch under your fingertips. He’s always in control, always the one teasing, but now he’s watching you like he doesn’t know what you’ll do next.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you tease, leaning in, your lips ghosting over his jaw. “Still think I can’t handle you?”

Chris exhales sharply, his hands gripping your hips. “You’re playing a dangerous game, ma.” His voice is rougher now, lower, his control slipping just a little.

“Good,” you whisper, lips brushing against his skin.

“Then stop holding back.”

Chris curses under his breath, his restraint snapping as he flips you onto your stomach, pinning you beneath him. He stares down at you, eyes burning with something intense, something all-consuming.

“Alright,” he breathes, leaning down so his lips are barely an inch from your ear. “Let’s see if you can handle me, baby.”

“Get on your knees for me.”

Your breath stutters at the command, a slow shiver rolling down your spine. You shift onto your hands and knees, the mattress dipping beneath you as you move. Chris hums in approval, his hands ghosting over the small of your back before trailing lower, squeezing just enough to make you arch into his touch.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough, filled with something possessive. He takes his time, his fingers teasing at the hem of your shirt before slowly dragging it up over your body. The fabric pools around your shoulders before he tugs it off entirely, leaving you in nothing but the heat of his gaze.

Chris presses a kiss to your spine, slow and deliberate, his hands exploring every inch of newly exposed skin. He loves this, loves taking his time despite how desperate he is. His lips trail upward, following the curve of your back as his fingers work at the clasp of your bra, letting it slip away just as easily.

He groans softly, hands sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing over your ribs. “You won’t be able to handle this, ma.” His breath is warm against your skin, his voice thick.

You turn your head slightly, catching his dark gaze over your shoulder. “You really underestimate me.”

Chris doesn’t hesitate this time. His hands move lower, hooking into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down inch by inch, making sure you feel every moment of it. He wants to savor this, wants you just as desperate as he is.

His own patience snaps as he rids himself of his clothes in a frenzy, the fabric tossed carelessly aside. He presses himself against you, the heat of his body overwhelming, his breath coming quicker. He grips your hips, his lips pressing against your shoulder before trailing up to the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“You look so good like this,” he murmurs, voice low and wrecked. “All mine.”

His hands roam over you, mapping every inch of your skin, his touch burning, claiming. Every movement, every whisper against your skin, pulls you deeper into him, into the intensity of the moment. He tilts your chin to the side, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss, fingers digging into your hips like he can’t bear to let go.

“You wanted to prove yourself, babygirl?” he rasps, dragging his lips over your jaw. “Then take me like a good girl and be completely silent.”

Chris takes his time sliding his boxers down, his movements slow, deliberate, as if he’s making sure you watch every second of it. He inches forward, slowly pushing himself in. Your forehead falls back against the pillows in front you, eyes fluttering shut. 

He begins moving his hips back and forth slow at first, until he sucks in a breath, his grip harsh as he begins slamming into you at a vigorous pace. Your eyes roll back, your jaw dropping at the incredible feeling. The headboard starts rocking into the wall, leaving loud bangs that Chris has no doubt his brothers hear. 

"Fucking take it." He groans between his teeth. Chris lifts his palm before landing a sharp smack on your ass, almost causing you to whimper. You bite your lip, trying your best to hold back your moans as his tip repeatedly hits your insides.

Chris picks up the pace again, pounding into you faster, silently hoping everyone would hear the sound of his skin slapping against your ass.

"Bet they can hear us, ma," he whispers, voice dripping with satisfaction. His grip on your hips tightens as he pulls you back to meet each thrust, the intensity making your fingers clench the sheets beneath you. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoes through the room, shameless and unrelenting.

"Let 'em know who you belong to."You start to feel your orgasm build up, the knot in your stomach slowly tightening. Your walls tighten around Chris's dick as he moves in and out of your pussy, your moans getting harder and harder to hold back.You won't let him win.

"You still think you can take more?"

Chris growls, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrusts even deeper, testing your resolve.

"Because I'm not done with you yet."

Author's note: so ummm what do we think? I've never written smut before so this is probably ass but please let me know what you think and if I should write more

Touch Starved

Summary: Chris has been away for weeks and when he finally returns, he can't keep his hands to himself. Warnings: suggestive material, use of y/n Word count: 700

It had been two weeks since Chris had left for tour, and the separation was starting to take its toll. The messages, the calls, the video chats—they were all sweet, but nothing compared to being in the same room as him, feeling his presence, his warmth, his touch. The absence of him was starting to gnaw at you.

When Chris finally came back home, you knew it wouldn't be long before he was at your door, his scent and warmth filling the room, replacing the emptiness he'd left behind.

The moment you opened the door, he was on you, arms pulling you into his chest with a sense of urgency that sent your heart racing.

His lips pressed against yours in a kiss so desperate, so full of need that it made you dizzy.

He stepped back, his eyes searching your face, but his hands didn’t leave your body, tracing the familiar curves like he was reacquainting himself with something he had been starved for. His voice was thick with longing when he spoke, "I need you," he rasped. "I need you right now."

You swallowed hard, caught in the intensity of his gaze. "I thought you’d be tired," you whispered, though your body betrayed you, leaning into him, craving the connection as much as he did.

Chris shook his head, a soft growl escaping his lips. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Not once.” His hands roamed down to your waist, his thumbs brushing the skin exposed by your shirt, leaving shivers in their wake. "I need to feel you."

The urgency in his voice and the way his hands tightened on you made it impossible to resist. You could feel his need, raw and undeniable. His lips found your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, his hands pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

You let out a breath, trying to catch your bearings, but the moment he kissed you again, all coherent thoughts left your mind. Your body responded instinctively, pressing into him, hands running through his hair, pulling him closer.

"Missed you so much," he muttered between kisses, his voice was strained, as if saying the words was the only way to hold himself together.

You didn’t need words. You could feel the ache in his touch, the desperation in the way his hands gripped you. The space between you had been too wide for too long, and now he was closing it, pouring all his pent up frustration, longing, and love into every movement.

He pushed you gently against the wall, lips still capturing yours with intensity. His hands slid under your shirt, skimming over your skin, as if reacquainting himself with every inch of you.

"Let me love you Y/N," he whispered, voice trembling with need. "Let me remind you how much you mean to me."

With a soft sigh, you nodded, already moving to pull him closer, hands desprately undoing the buttons of his shirt. The moment was dizzying—like the world had fallen away, leaving just the two of you, craving the touch you had both been deprived of.

As the minutes passed, the urgency only grew. Clothes were discarded, and soon there was nothing but the heat of his body against yours, his hands everywhere, caressing, kneading, claiming.

Each touch was like a promise, each kiss a reminder of everything you had both missed.

Chris’s lips found your ear, his voice low and rough. "I'm going to make up for every second I’ve been gone," he murmured, as his hands guided you toward the bed. "I'm going to show you just how much I need you."

But now that he was back, he wasn’t going to let anything stop him.

guys im sorry I would go further but I am terrified to write smut because it would be so bad. I guess if anyone has tips you should share them🤠

♡Scarlet - Part 1♡

Warnings: use of Y/N Word count: 800

Y/N’s life looked perfect from the outside.

A platinum-selling popstar by 21, her face was plastered on billboards, magazines, and perfume ads. She had a smile people called america’s sweetheart and a wardrobe curated to match—every outfit was coordinated and perfected, delicate bows, nothing too bold, too controversial. She was the music industry’s golden girl, the dream they packaged and sold to the world.

But behind the staged interviews and perfectly scripted moments, she was exhausted.

"Sit up straight. Smile more. Don’t laugh too loudly." Her manager’s voice rang in her ears even when he wasn’t there. It had been like this since she was sixteen, when her first single blew up and the industry decided she was their next barbie doll.

She wasn’t allowed to post without approval. Her interviews were filtered. Her dating life? Nonexistent. Or rather it was all manufactured for PR—fake relationships, fake drama, all controlled to keep the fake fans invested but never too invested.

"Scandals ruin careers," they told her. "You’re not like those other artists. You have a brand to protect."

And she had listened. For years, she listened.

Even now, sitting in the back of a sleek black SUV on her way to a meeting, she could hear the same lecture coming.

"We have to talk about your image," her manager, Seth, started from the passenger seat. His clipboard sat on his lap, covered in notes she wasn’t allowed to see yet.

"Your last interview was good, but the fans are picking up on some… discrepancies."

Y/N sighed and adjusted the black satin bow in her hair. "Discrepancies?"

"Yes. You hesitated when they asked about your love life. You need to be more firm when denying rumors. The last thing we want is people thinking you’re sneaking around with someone."

She bit the inside of her cheek. "But I’m not sneaking around with anyone."

"Exactly," Seth said. "So let’s keep it that way."

Her grip tightened around her phone. It wasn’t just dating. It was everything. What she wore, what she posted, even how she spoke—all filtered through a team that saw her less as a person and more as a product.

She wanted to scream.

Instead, she smiled. Nodded. Pretended she didn’t feel the walls closing in.

Chris Sturniolo however, didn’t pretend for anyone.

If Y/N’s life was perfectly polished, Chris’s was the opposite—chaotic and unfiltered

A rapper who built his career from scratch, he was raw talent with a reckless mouth. The industry hated that they couldn’t control him, and he loved pissing them off.

He didn’t play by their rules.

He spoke without thinking, called out fake bullshit in interviews, and ignored every PR crisis his team begged him to address. The fans loved it. The brands? Not so much.

"Chris you gotta stop picking fights on X," his manager, Josh sighed as they walked into the studio.

"You’re already on thin ice with nike after that last stunt."

Chris scoffed, pushing open the door. "Bro they started it. I’m not gonna sit there and let some upper class business puppet talk shit about me."

Josh rubbed his temples. "You called him an upper class business puppet first."

"And?"

Chris didn’t care. He didn’t need sponsorships. He had music—real music. He wasn’t some label manufactured star who needed to be told what to say or how to act. He wrote his own lyrics, controlled his own sound, and if people had a problem with that, well they could go fuck themselves.

"You remember that popstar chick I told you about?" Josh cut in, changing the subject before Chris could go on another rant.

Chris raised a brow. "Which one?"

"The one your label wants you to collab with. Y/N Y/L/N."

Chris stopped walking.

Her?

The name wasn’t unfamiliar. He had seen her everywhere—perfect smile, perfect outfits, music that dominated the charts. She was the type of artist the industry loved to control.

Chris smirked. "They seriously think me and her make sense?"

Josh sighed. "It’s strategic. She’s pop’s prized posession, you’re the industry’s problem child. People eat up that contrast."

Chris chuckled, shaking his head. He knew how this game worked. Pairing them together wasn’t about making good music—it was about making headlines.

"Whatever," he said, pulling out his phone. "As long as the song’s fire, I don’t care." But deep down he was a little curious.

Chris was about to find out if there was anything real beneath that polish.

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If you think writing about rape or treating it as anything other than the horrific violation it is can be justified, I want nothing to do with you. It’s disrespectful, dehumanizing, and deeply insulting to survivors who have endured unimaginable pain. If you write about it, enjoy it, or view it as “rough intimacy” or “sexy,” (yes people have said it on here) please block me immediately. I don’t care about any arguments defending this disgusting perspective it’s unacceptable. My page will never be a space for that harmful mindset, and I won’t hesitate to call it out whenever I see it. Survivors deserve respect, not their trauma being twisted into entertainment.

REALLL

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor, to the toilet seat, from the dining room table, to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink, to the shower, from the front porch, to the balcony, vertically horizontally, quadratic, exponent, algorithmetic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, forward, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back aching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw-dropping, hair pulling teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, over stimulating, vile, sloppy, moan-inducing, heart-wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, blackhole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark-worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcanic erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, hip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail snatching, spectacular, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, malforming, heavenly, devil's tango. please.

REALLL

I need his face between my thighs right now.

I actually need him inside

someone hold me back HE’S SUCH A SLUT LIKE WTF HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING