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𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗢𝗡 𝗠𝗘. — Matt Sturniolo.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚. DOM!MATT & FEM!READER

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬. You and Matthew, never liked each other, principally after an incident at a party, and when you found out your childhood bestfriend was kissing the person you hated the most, making intrusive thoughts take care of your body.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦. Smut, rough sex, fem!receiving, degradation kink, spitting, enemies trope!!

𝗔/𝗡. this is for @fawnchives !

𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 - 𝘀𝗮𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻.

Put your hands on me

You can put your hands on me

If you like what you see

Baby put your hands on me

The dazzling LED lights dominate your sight, enveloping your vision as you walk thru the party your best friend has just kicked off.

several couples getting drunk and making out in the corners, girls getting loose on the dance floor by the song “Hands on me” by Ariana Grande, why not join on the dance floor?

Making your way to the dance floor, excusing yourself to pass thru multiple people, the party was definitely crowded.

A sigh of relief escapes your lips as you get closer to the destination, put everything good in your mind disappears when you bump in the person you wanted to see the least.

Matthew Sturniolo.

You and him never liked each other, and had a big rivalry since high school, well firstly he was always a bitch to you, secondly you couldn’t stand seeing his attractive face structure everywhere.

The red cup filled with beer, spilled on his shirt, well lucky him it was a black shirt, if it was a white one it would be worse.

Im met with the pair of his blue eyes staring at me deadly, it scared you at the same time, but why be scared at a two faced loser?

“You never watch where you walk don’t you?” His gaze meet your body, taking a long up and down look, observing every detail of the outfit you had picked.

“Why are you such a asshole?” You comment, your gaze meeting his a light chuckle leaving his mouth.

“You owe me a new shirt, y’know?”

“Too bad, in your dreams maybe it happens.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes staring to walk away, he watches your figure disappearing into the crowded dance floor.

03:46AM

Multiple songs you liked were on and that made the party enjoyable, you smile with your friend Lizzie as you walk to a couch together refilling both of your cups, sounds of giggles escaping your lips as you two were enveloped in talking shit about people you didn’t like.

“Y’know, I hate Matth-“ you cut off yourself as you look to a corner right in your front, but still a bit far away, your eyes met the tall figure of Matthew as he basically as sucking the neck of your childhood bestfriend, Mila.

A strong grip on the cup is planted by the strength your hands make, Mila knew you hated him but she didn’t help it and offer herself to the guy you despised.

“That two faced cunt.” You mumble, Lizzie looking at you confused, you land your cup on the nearest table, beginning to walk outside for some fresh air.

Sitting on the crosswalk, as the wind hits your face you look to the street cars passing by, but one car calls out your attention.

Matthew’s Lamborghini Urus, parked the closest to you, a wicked grin forms in your face as your mind forms, why not ruin his car?

There was a lot of possibilities to ruin it, but the easiest was keying his car.

You suddenly remember you have needle in your shirt, after a problem had happened with your pink jersey, removing carefully the sharp object, standing up and walking up close to the driver’s passenger part, kneeling down, you started keying his car, damaging the shiny black painting, a white long line in his passenger door.

You smile to yourself, nothing better that knowing how man act when their precious car is ruined, and Matt’s car being ruined made you happy, he had what he deserved.

As you stand up once again, planting the clothe needle again in your jersey turning around, you meet face to face with Matthew.

Oh fuck.

In your mind you thought this would work because if you damaged and you disappeared after, he wouldn’t know it was you, maybe he could have an idea, but still.

His gaze turns to a anger look as he looks at you, he had been watching you all the time, and this wasn’t good, he crossed his arms against his chest, his muscles flexing as his voice starts echoing thru your ears, shivers being sent down your spine.

“You think you’re that clever don’t you?” He says, before you could reply, he shuts you off immediately by speaking again.

“Not only you bump into me with your clumsiness, spilling your beer on my shirt that now, you had to ruin my fucking car.” Every word that he spit out of his mouth he got even closer to you.

“Well maybe I have my reasons to key your car.”

“Are you mad that Mila was kissing me?” The anger in his voice was still visible, but he couldn’t help it and let a chuckle escape his mouth as a smirk is on his lips.

“Yeah, maybe I am because she was my bestfriend, and she knows damn well that I hate you!” You exclaim, you cross your arms just like he had, as you interlock eyes with him.

“That doesn’t give you any stupid fucking reason to key my car.” You open your mouth to comment, but before, a hand creeps up on your waist turning you around forcedly guiding you to the passengers side.

“Let me go!” You utter, as you try to remove his hand off you, but his grip was too strong.

“Why don’t you shut up that dirty fucking mouth of yours, hm?” He whispers in your ear as you can feel the smirk he has on his face, opening the door for you, you enter on the car, sitting and remaining silent for the rest of the ride, wherever he was taking you.

The whole car ride was silent, after he drove it to a luxury neighborhood, you knew he was driving to his house, his jaw was clenched most of the time and he was going 305 km/h, it was too fast to your liking.

As he parked his car, opening the electronic garage, he quickly left his side, going the other way to open yours, he grabbed you by the wrist making you gasp at the sudden act.

“You’re too mad just for a little damage in your car, I was having fun at the party.” You lie thru gritted teeth, for a moment it was but the second Matt was there, it had ruin everything.

“You’re a damn brat, maybe we can put you in your place isn’t it?” He states, his jaw still hardly clenched, his side profile being heavenly, like a sorta of Greek God had structured it.

You roll your eye as he guides you thru the big mansion he owned, every part of the place with different paintings and different furniture.

As you both go upstairs, he leads you to his room, the same time you step your feet inside, he is locking the door and pinning you against the wall, your faces being inches close.

“Now tell me hm? You wanted to be Mila didn’t you.” His strong cologne filled your nostrils, the same way your sweet scent filled his.

His hands creep up to your inner thigh, a sudden gasp leaving your mouth as you remain silent.

“What, cat got your tongue?” Matt utters, his soft lips attacking your neck, leaving wet kisses and marks, as his right hand kept going even more up arriving close to your pink laced panties.

His hand went fast to your core, how fast it was taken of there, as he picks you up in bridal style, positioning myself in his bed, as he tops me.

He pulls away my pink jersey throwing somewhere across his room, if someone ever told me i would be getting naked with the guy I hated, i would probably slapped me across the face.

His large hands find way to my denim skirt yanking it off, now i’m only left in my match bra and panties, how nice.

“You don’t need to lie, you’ve always wanted this as much as I did.” He commented ripping off my bra, my mouth wide how easily he had the strength to rip off the fabric.

“You owe me a new bra, idiot.”

He chuckles, as he pushes you close to him, his face leaning close to your stomach as he plants kisses along the way.

He gets each time closer to your core, making you clench around nothing, he pulls your panties to the side, with no warning, his tongue is deep down in my pussy, as a long moan leaves my lips.

I can feel the stupid smirk as he eats me out, his hands gripping my thighs to not let me move, he pulls leans up again, getting close to my face once again, smashing his lips against mine in a heavy roughy kiss, making me taste my juices in his tongue.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.” The nickname made me wetter more then I was, i obey, sticking my tongue out, as he yanks his two fingers into, and i instinctively suck on them, dripping them with my saliva.

A wicked grin is planted on his face as the two digits are on my core, rubbing my puffy clit, as my mouth is open, soft moans leaving it which was music to his ears.

“Feels good getting pleasure by your enemy doesn’t it.” He expresses as his hands keep rubbing your clit faster.

“i still fucking hate you.” You spit it out, a loud moan leaving your mouth right after.

“The way your hips buck for more, it says otherwise doll.”

The please accumulated in your body leaves as he takes off the two fingers that were in your clit to his mouth, you watch him suck on it, tasting yourself once again.

Suddenly, his hands are removing his belt and his baggy jeans, seeing him in his Calvin Klein boxers, his hard cock wanting to be more than released.

Pulling his underwear down his dick hitting his stomach, you never had an idea he was that long, you can be a little thing but you like that long.

He leans down to your core, a full spit landing on it making you wince, your juices and his spit now combined.

He strokes himself a few times before slamming into you, a groan leaving his mouth as you moan in synchronization with him.

My head is thrown back, as he doesn’t give me time to adjust fully starting to thrust in and out of me, he wasn’t just some couple of inches, he had enough inches to bruise my cervix and leave me hanging for more.

“You liked being fuck like a slut don’t you?” He chuckles, keeping thrusting, my mind couldn’t even form words, my back arching for more, his dick had the perfect size to hit my g-sport.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, fuck.. I love it.” You moan our, your head throw back in his pillows, his hands finding way to smack your ass, the real meaning of pain and pleasure.

He smirks, as he gets closer to my face pulling me in a rough kiss, my moans being muffled by it, his thrusts were each time more rough then the before, he wasn’t like other guy that would fuck a girl just to cum inside her and leave, oh he was for sure waiting to see your face knowing he was the one giving you all the pleasure.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna.” Before you could finish your sentence you cum all around his dick making a mess in the sheets below.

“Making a mess on my dick like the fucking slut you are.”

He pulls out, stroking his dick a few times before painting your lower and upper body with his cum, before collapsing on top of you.

Sweaty beads were formed during the act, your panty and heavy breaths in sync together, as you catch your breath all you could hear was his deep voice echoing thru your ears.

“Y’know, instead of watching me suck your best friends neck, if you ever need my hands on you, don’t be scared to ask, it is better then keying my car for that attention.”

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eternaldecisions · 17 days

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𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗢. — Chris Sturniolo.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚. GUITARIST!CHRIS & FEM!READER

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬. reader gets jealous after a fan tries to have some fun with Chris, and as reader has insecurities about her looks, but Chris proves your the only one.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦. Smut, cursing, mention of drinks, mentions of drugs, fem!receiving, that’s all?

𝗔/𝗡. i didn’t know how to finish, and english not ny first language, liking and reblogging is appreciated.

edit credits to - .ag6ny

Trick what? Pimps up, hoes down

Woah now, slow down.

Enveloped in a dazzling cascade of light and sound, your senses surrendered to the performance, as Chris and his band covered the song by Deftones, “My Own Summer (Shove It)” with electrifying mastery on the electric guitar.

You were sweating as much from all the jumping, but this was finally the oportunity you could hear close to Chris again, as he was in a world tour, you haven’t see him in a while.

After some songs performances, they called it a night, lefting the stage after taking a bow, you smile widely to yourself, being proud of Chris success as a guitarist.

But the voices behind you quickly made your attention drift from the thoughts of Chris, hearing bunch of feminines voice behind you.

“I wished I had some private time with Chris.”

“Ugh same he keeps getting hotter.”

“Well, lucky me I had the meet and greet ticket.”

“Wait what!”

The other two girls say in unison, with wide eyes, the tickets weren’t that cheap, they were pretty expensive, and the meet and greet even more expensive.

The girl had a damn wide smile, that made your blood oil. She wasn’t Chris girl, neither Chris was hers, he belongs to you, not her.

Before you slapped her, you quickly made your way out, sprinting to the band’s private room; were the meet and greets happened.

Taking a quick look, some fans already getting pictures and autographs, your gaze lands on Chris was he interacts with the girl that was talking about him.

“Nice to meet you, Annalise.”

Annalise, Annalise! she was like a angel fallen from heaven, how pretty she was with her long precious blonde hair where you just wanted to go an chop all off, and her delicate hazel eyes.

“Uh, can you someday teach me guitar?”

Her voice, a whispering veil of seduction, ignited a raging storm of fury within you, tempting the urge to slap her across the face.

Naturally, Chris wasn't the one to turn down an opportunity for some fun with an hot girl, exchanging numbers was just the beginning of what promised to be an unforgettable encounter.

The smell of weed and marijuana starts filling your nostrils as soon the meet and greet ends, you take a seat on the couch, your eyes landing on the tall figure of Chris walking to you as he sits next to you.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing.” You masked your face with a fake smile. He motioned for you to sit on his lap and you quickly obeyed, his hand moving up to roam your body.

“Do you need a drink?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“You aren’t.”

“Why are you making assumptions of me, why don’t you go and make assumptions of Annalise instead?” Your head turns to look at Chris as you finish speaking, a bit of anger showing in your voice.

“You’re jealous aren’t you.” He says with a devilish grin.

“No.”

“Come with me, C’mon.” He motions to you stand up, where you quickly do, walking out of the private room, getting inside of a bathroom.

Chris pins you against the wall as he kisses you roughly, his hands exploring every inch of your body, making your goosebumps rise, as his cold hands find your breasts, playing with your nipples under your lacy black bra.

Your fingers run through his hair, you moan into his mouth, the little noise being muffled with his kisses, as your hands find way to your pants unbotting and pulling it down.

Chris pulls away, motioning to you jump to his arms, your legs wrap around his torso, as he cups your ass, giving a loud smack, as he places you on the bathroom counter.

He kneels down in front of you as he looks at you, with his blue stoned eyes, he plays with the waistband of your panties, before removing it completely.

Without excitation, he attaches his lips to your wet folds, licking a full strip.

“Always wet for me, mm.”

He smirks, as his tongue and mouth works wonderful in your cunt, you throw your head back, hitting the bathroom mirror, your legs starts to tremble, but at the same time he grips your thighs already making a bruise.

“Fuck, i’m close..”

“Already?” His tone is playful, but at the same time being muffled, your orgasm quickly washes over you, cumming undone in his face, curses and moans leaving your mouth.

He chuckles to himself, standing up once again, as he caresses your legs, before landing a harsh slap on your right ass cheek making you wince.

“You barely lasted, cmon’ you have one more in you.”

You hear the sound of him unbelting his belt, his pants falling to the marble floor, your gaze landing to his hard cock still in the Calvin Klein fabric he wore.

He pulled down his boxers teasing your entrance, before slamming into you, giving you some seconds to adjust to his size.

“You don’t have to worry about Annalise.” His tone is cocky, as he has a wicked grin in planted in his face, as he keeps pounding into you.

“She doesn’t compare to you, doll.” Chris comments rhetorically, tilting his head with an amused expression.

Tears prick your eyes as you don't think you can take it anymore. The overstimulation was much for you, but still was pleasing and painful at the same time.

“You feel so good.” He mutters, pressing his thumb to your clit, rubbing in small circles.

“You wanna cum, don’t you?" He teases, knowing you need to cum.

“Please.”

“Then go on, cum like the fucking slut you are.”

“Oh my god..” your voice is high pitched and needy, you coat his dick in your cum, as he fastly cums after you, making a mess in the bathroom counter.

He pulls out of you slowly, grabbing a towel cleaning you up.

“I fucking feel like Lord Pretty Flacko.”

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