#꒰ pornstar!chris x fan!reader prompt ꒱

[sturnioz]

꒰ STURNIOZ KINKMAS '24 ꒱ !

fan!reader finally gets her one on one time with pornstar!chris.

"are you ready?" chris asks you softly, his hand rubbing comforting massages on your shoulder as you nod your head nervously, a giddy smile spreading across your lips which chris chuckles at. "hey, don't be nervous.. pretend like the camera isn't even there."

"i don't know if i can do that." you admit as your eyes glance towards the camera that's set up beside the bed, ready to film you both.

you're not sure what made you agree to film with him for his next post—you were texting back and forth for a few weeks, sending lewd messages and photos of yourself in your prettiest underwear before he popped the question, asking if you wanted to be in his next video.

you think maybe it was the post-orgasm bliss that made you feel so confident enough to agree, but now, being faced to face with him, seeing his set up, the reality started to sink in on what you're doing, and despite you being a little excited... you were also shitting your pants.

"we don't have to do this y'know?" chris breaks it to you, giving you a reassuring smile that already has you swooning. "m'not gonna be pissed if you decide to back out now—you can even sit behind the camera 'n watch me if you want."

even though his offer of watching him sounds really tempting, you want this. you want this so badly that you've been non-stop thinking and dreaming about it — what it would feel like to have his body pressed against yours and his cock that you've seen so many times on your phone screen making you cum.

"i want to do this."

"yeah?" he presses once more, and you nod your head to assure him that you're all for this even if you are a little bit nervous. chris nods his head along with you, giving you another smile before leading you toward his bed. "get undressed f'me. all off."

one moment you're standing at the edge of the bed taking your clothes off, the next you're on it with chris' body over yours, his lips greedily attached to your own as he kisses you, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands slide down to your ass to squeeze the plump flesh, grinding his cock against your wet folds.

you're moaning and it's a little pathetic considering all he's doing at the moment is kissing and groping you. but it feels so good — too good to the point you're thinking you're dreaming, that this is all in your mind and you aren't truly here.

but the nibble chris gives your bottom lip, and tugging at it before pushing his tongue back into your mouth brings you back to reality, lacing your fingers through his messy hair as he tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss.

"need... need you inside me," you whisper against his lips as you briefly pull back, blinking up at him so prettily and needy. "need to feel it. want you to.. to fill me up, like you said on those texts."

"want me to fill this pretty pussy up?" chris murmurs as he leans up on his knees, making a show for the camera as his fingers move between your thighs, spreading your folds apart to show your weeping hole. "look at you.. so fuckin' gorgeous."

you make eye contact with the camera as chris slowly pushes himself inside, and you let out a sharp gasp, trying to adjust to the sheer size of him as your inner walls clench.

"shit—shit. oh my god—" you babble, panicking a little. "you—mmph—you're so big. i-i don't know if i can ta-take it."

"shh, s'okay, s'alright... you're good," chris whispers softly as he leans down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss as he pauses his movements, allowing you a moment to adjust as he murmurs against your lips. "just relax.. we'll go slow, yeah? let your sweet lil' pussy get used to my cock."

you whimper softly, your hips twitching as your gummy walls flutter around him, a burning ache between your thighs and inside your cunt causing you to wiggle to get comfortably, and chris gently strokes your cheeks.

"you're doin' so well." chris praises you, pressing his lips to your warm cheeks as he carefully begins to move, rocking his hips in shallow thrusts as he continues to mutter sweet words and leave gentle kisses across your jawline and neck. "takin' my cock like such a good girl."

your breathing grows heavier, starting to respond to the slow pace as you meet his thrusts, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper with a mewl of his name, vision slightly blurry as you stare at the camera that's recording you both, making you tense up a little.

"don't look at it," chris says quietly, gently coaxing your face away with his hand. "s'not there, remember? just me 'n you."

you nod your head quickly, your moans muffled by his lips when he kisses you again, rocking harder against you as he picks up the pace, panting against your mouth as he feels your cunt squeeze around him.

you weakly roll your hips up in circular motions, grinding against him to provide extra stimulation for your clit, all sounds consumed by his lips that continue to move greedily on yours.

however, you pull away from him to catch your breath when he moves faster, plunging into your pussy, his balls smacking against your skin with his hand gripping your jaw, gently pushing your head back to bite and suckle at your neck.

you inner walls ripple and quiver around his cock, getting lost in the feeling of his cock gliding in and out of your walls, and the sounds of his grunts and groans in your neck.

his mouth finds yours once again when his hips work harder, rutting you against the bed, your heart pounding wildly in your ears as you feel the knot in your tummy tighten.

"can feel it, sweetheart," his murmurs between kisses, his lips curling into a grin. "you gonna cum?"

the unusual sound that leaves you as you unexpectedly cum is something primal—a mix between a throaty moan and a whine that only gets noisier as chris works you through your orgasm, his mouth relentless against yours before he suddenly stills, his cock throbbing inside of you as he coats your insides with his own cum.

you cling to him tightly, lungs begging for oxygen as you pull away from his lips, panting desperately while chris rolls his hips, milking out the remains of his orgasm before letting out a deep exhale once he's finished.

he gently pulls away from you to lean up on his knees, looking down as he watches himself pull out of your opening, his cum dripping onto his sheets. you peer up at him with curiosity as he reaches over to grab his camera, his eyes flitting to yours for permission and you nod your head.

chris brings the camera to the mess between your legs, carefully parting your folds for a closer look at the mess before grinning, moving the camera up to his face—but he pauses, humming as he looks at you.

"kiss the camera," he murmurs to you, tapping against the lens as he brings it to your lips. "right here, sweetheart."

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[sturnioz]

fan!reader stumbles across pornstar!chris’ page.

to say you're bored is a understatement.

for hours, you've been cooped up in your room, the familiar four walls boring you to death as you drift between mindless scrolling on social media, making half-hearted snacks, and tidying up your personal space — each task offering only small moments of distraction before you're back to square one.

you're sprawled out on your soft blanket, one hand resting lazily on your belly while the other clutches your phone, your fingers flicking through an endless stream of posts, your interest wavering with each monotone post, until something catches your eye.

you're sprawled out on top of your comforter, one hand resting on your belly and the other holding your phone, doing another scrolling sensation for an hour, each swipe feeling more monotonous than the last until something catches your eye.

you tilt your head, propping it up on your pillow and squint at a tweet that mentions a @/chr1s and how the user, funnily enough, claims that he's made their lives a lot less boring and more fulfilling with his videos.

intrigued, you click on the name, and your heart skips a beat as you're brought to the creator's page, your eyes widening in surprise at the amount of lewd videos that flash across your screen, each thumbnail more enticing than the last.

in a sudden rush, your slam your phone against your chest, feeling a flutter of anxiety as you stare up at the ceiling, as if expecting someone to burst through the door and catch you. but the silence in your home reassures you — you know you're alone, and that comforting realisation nudges you to lift your phone back to your face.

you click on a random video, your mouth drying as you watch chris lay naked across his desk chair, lazily stroking his cock as he looks directly into the camera, a grin on his face and bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

your eyes drift down to his cock as he teases the underside with his thumb, pre-cum beading at his tip and you swallow thickly, your own hand moving down your stomach and slipping between your legs, rubbing yourself through your panties — gasping when you feel how wet you already are.

"fuuuck, ma. you watchin' me?" the raspiness of his voice startles you a little, and you make a quiet noise as you watch him pick up the pace, his hips moving as he fucks his fist with soft grunts.

the strokes of his hand becomes more quicker and rougher, and you can't help but follow close behind, rubbing your clit faster as your own hips start to buck against your fingers as you hear the lewd, wet sounds of chris' slick hand pumping his cock and his heavy panting, mixing in with the sounds of your increasingly ragged breathing.

"m'gonna cum f'you.." you hear him whisper, and his eyes roll back in bliss as with a few frenzied thrusts, cum spurts from his tip, splattering across his stomach and chest with a whine.

you gasp, a muffled cry seeping past your lips as your body shudders, your orgasm suddenly ripping through your body, causing your thighs to clamp around your hand as your ground your palm harder against your throbbing clit, soaking your fingers through your panties as waves of pleasure crashes over you.

panting heavily, you slowly pull your hand away, your eyes wide as you stare at the sticky evidence of your release on your fingers — something you haven't been able to achieve in a long time — before turning your attention back to your phone screen, seeing chris milk the last drops of cum onto his stomach before he slumps back with a shaky breath, spent.

it takes him a moment to recover, and your breath catches in your throat when he leans toward the camera, giving the most prettiest grin before pressing a soft, chaste kiss to the lens before turning it off.

the sudden silence envelops you, leaving you momentarily stunned as you lie still on the bed, trying to process what just happened as your eyes lock on the replay icon pulsing on the screen.

blinking slowly, you swallow thickly, the dry sensation in your throat intensifying and you clear it as you navigate towards his dms, your heart thrumming in your chest as you type in your post-orgasm bliss;

@/yourusername | 17:59thank you for making me cum

you don't expect a reply from someone like him — after all, he has a decent following and like receives countless dms daily, many of which are probably a little freaky and intense. you assume your dm will get lost with the others, and with a deep exhale, you continue with your day, even following his account and subscribing to his onlyfans for future content.

days pass, and one evening, you find yourself in the bathroom, freshly out of the shower, brushing your teeth as you hear your phone ping. you continue scrubbing with one hand while the other reaches for your phone resting on the counter, and you pull up your notification bar, almost choking on your toothpaste and your heart nearly stopping when you see a reply from him.

@/chr1s | 20:32 ur welcome baby

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[sturnioz]

fan!reader can't get pornstar!chris out of her head.

ever since your very brief and barely-there dms with chris, you've been... embarrassingly confident.

you're not sure where it had came from, but every night—after some well needed personal time—you struggle to resist the urge to pull up chris' twitter dms, typing out another 'thank you for making me cum' message with trembling fingers from the post-orgasmic bliss (along with some words that make your cheeks hot rethinking about it, but you rather not dwell on those right now).

he hasn't seen your messages nor has he replied, which—in truth—shouldn't shock you at all. he's a busy guy with countless of fans, yet a twinge of disappointed gnaws at you.

deep down, your little delusional heart dreamed of some sort of connection... something more than just a 'you're welcome' response. but that's just wishful thinking, and you know it.

it's a friday afternoon when your phone buzzes with the notification that chris posted a new video. it's surprisingly early compared to his usual uploads, but you can't watch it just yet due to having friends over, so you quickly tuck your phone away, promising yourself to watch it later.

instead, your hand dives into the bowl of buttery popcorn, greedily grabbing a handful and shoving it into your mouth.

"fuck.. chris posted," you hear megan murmur from the side with a huff, and you nearly choke on your popcorn at her words, the kernels catching in your throat.

your eyes water as you fight back a cough, glancing over just in time to see your other friend, kaia, lean in over megan's shoulder, her curiosity piqued as she peers at megan's phone screen.

"shit, i didn't get that notification," kaia grumbles, her brow furrowing as she quickly grabs her own phone, fingers flying over the screen as she searches for the update. "this is usually so early for him, i'm surprised."

"you know chris?" you can't help but ask, your throat still slightly scratching from the popcorn as you rub your chest, feeling the kernels slide uncomfortable down at the question slips out.

the moment the words leave your mouth, you flinch at the way megan and kaia whip their heads around to stare at you, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief.

"are you serious? who doesn't know chris?" megan's eyes widen, her hand instinctively clutching her phone tighter as kaia looks equally astonished, her mouth slightly agape.

"i mean, i just..." you start, your voice trailing off as you stumble over your words, the intensity of their gaze makes you feel unexpectedly self-conscious, and heat creeps up your neck. "i know he's popular, i just didn't think he would be your type of style..."

"what? a very attractive guy with pretty eyes who kisses the camera after he finishes?" kaia giggles, "please, it's totally our style."

"he's hot," megan adds, nods her head in agreement. "i follow him on all social media, i'm surprised you didn't see me in the mutual following list."

you keep your mouth closed at that, only because you don't exactly follow chris' on any your personal accounts — only on your secret private ones, where you can indulge in your little fascination without feeling judged.

you remain quiet, feeling like an outsider as they both gush over him, talking vividly about his videos and how he makes them feel. usually, you would join in on conversations like this, there was no boundaries between any of you, but for some reason you struggle to jump in and get excited with them.

as they continue to talk, you glance down at the popcorn bowl resting in your lap, your fingers absently playing with the buttery kernels, beginning to lose yourself in your own thoughts until you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

you exhale softly, assuming it's just an incoming message from a family member or maybe something from one of the countless groupchats you're apart of. you reach for your phone, pulling it out and swiping up the notification bar, but the moment you see what's written on your screen, you heart plummets—then races.

@/chr1s sent you a message!

your pulse quickens, a rush of adrenaline flooding your system as you struggle to swallow the lump in your throat. you take a quick glance over at your friends, noticing how engrossed they are in their conversation, completely oblivious to your sudden shift in mood.

taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you click on the notification, your heart pounding in your ears and biting down harsh on your inner cheek, the slight sting grounding you as the screen loads chris' dms.

oh my god.

warmth floods your cheeks, rising rapidly as your stomach swirls. you can barely focus on the conversations happening around you as your fingers hover over the screen, grappling with the overwhelming rush of emotions and thoughts.

should you even reply back right now? would replying too quickly seem desperate? or would he like for you to reply back quick? should you play it cool? or should you match his vibe?

your mind races with questions, and your heart pounds heavier in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears. just as you start to feel even more overwhelmed, your fingers begin to move against the screen, typing out your response quickly.

as soon as you hit send, you go to pocket your phone, truthfully thinking this will be just another moment left on delivered. but then to your shock, your phone buzzes just seconds later, causing your eyes to widen in disbelief.

holy shit.

you can hardly believe that this is happening right now. everything in the room slowly fades into the background as you focus solely on your phone, the world around you blurring as your thoughts fly through your mind, and you feel a mix of exhilaration and nervousness.

he's curious.

you've made him curious.

you shift a little in your seat, angling your phone away from the girls despite the fact that there's no reason to hide it as they're preoccupied. but it's more about instinct that anything else — an urge to keep this moment just for yourself.

you type out your response, fighting the urge to smile, knowing how ridiculous you must look right now as his own responses come straight after yours.

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[sturnioz]

꒰ STURNIOZ KINKMAS '24 ꒱ !

NOTES ! i wasn't originally going to do this, but the more i thought abt it, the more i wanted to do it lmao. also, if i don't post on the day it's supposed to be posted, don't be alarmed, they'll still be posted whenever i am available. similar with the kinkmas event, i will be writing for my aus. dividers by strangergraphics.

WARNINGS ! nsfw, mdni (i am not responsible for the media you consume if you decide to go against this warning), any other warnings will be put with the prompt(s).

— DECEMBER 15. EDGING. ꒰ shy!matt x fem!reader ꒱ contains. nsfw, edging (male), porn without plot.

— DECEMBER 17. BUTT PLUG (PT.2). ꒰ fratboy!chris x shy!reader ꒱ contains. nsfw, unprotected sex, butt plugs, double penetration, p in v, porn without plot.

— DECEMBER 19. BLINDFOLD & TIES. ꒰ fratboy!matt x confident!reader ꒱ contains. nsfw, unprotected sex, blindfolding (male), oral (male receiving), p in v, porn without plot.

— DECEMBER 21. ❝KISS THE CAMERA.❞ ꒰ pornstar!chris x fan!reader ꒱ contains. nsfw, unprotected sex, sex on camera, slight dirty talk, creampie, p in v, porn with some plot.

— DECEMBER 23. ❝MISS FEELIN' ME HERE.❞ ꒰ toxicex!matt x fem!reader ꒱ contains. nsfw, unprotected sex, toxic talk, dirty talk, p in v, porn with some plot.

— DECEMBER 25. FINGERING. ꒰ fratboy!chris x shy!reader ꒱ contains. nsfw, finger sucking, fingering, porn with some plot.

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[sturnioz]

maybe unpopular opinion but i think pornstar!chris is my fav au of yours 🤭 i NEED more pornstar!chris x fan!reader content NOW

would they ever meet up irl? i feel like they’d video chat at some point and chris would talk her through it 🤭🤭

thank you !!! and in the kinkmas post with them, its a lil special prompt cos i fast forwarded a little in their storyline to make them meet and fuck <3

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