#Christopher Sturniolo One Shot

[writtenbyan-aries]

chris getting his licence!?

i need celebration sex in car with chris after he passed and matt and nick walked in on them 🤭🤭

love you blog btw 🩵

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, kissing, hair pulling, biting, scratching, unprotected sex, car quickie, oral (m rec), general filth

Word Count: 1.3k | unedited

✧*̥˚ 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 *̥˚✧

“Hey.” You smile as you answer the phone, “What’s up, baby?”

“Wanna go for a drive?” Chris asks and you get up, “I’ll be there in ten.”

“No, no.”

His words confused you, “Um, what do you mean no?”

“I’ll pick you up.”

Your eyes go wide and you gasp, “You passed!?“

“I passed, baby!” Chris laughs, “I’ll be there in a few, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, drive safe.”

You can hear the smile in his tone, “Always, ma.”

You hang up and shake your head, Christopher Sturniolo finally hit his license, and you couldn’t be more proud of him.

Your lip pulled between your teeth as you thought of the other possibilities. The advantages of Chris finally getting his license if you will.

After a few minutes, you get a text that Chris is there and you dart outside. You take a video as you walk up to his car, “Look who’s finally driving me around!”

“Hey, now. Don’t be teasing.” Chris laughs as you open the door, “Better late than never, alright!”

“That’s right.” You get in, leaning over to kiss him, “You look so hot behind the wheel.”

His cheeks flush and he shakes his head, smiling as he grabs his wallet, “Look at this bad boy!” He hands you his license and his picture is the best picture you’ve ever seen, “Holy fuck, Chris.”

“What? Is it that bad?”

You shake your head, “No, I’ve never seen a hotter license picture before.”

He smirks, snatching back the card before backing out of your driveway.

As he drives, you can’t help but look over at him, biting your lip and looking away as he would glance over.

“What?” He asks with a laugh, giving your hand a squeeze, “Still can’t believe it, huh?”

You shake your head, “Actually, no. Somehow this feel like this is a prank and once we get pulled over, I’ll be calling your brothers to bail your ass out.”

“That thing in my wallet is as real as can be, baby.” He laughs and you raise your brows, “That thing, baby. Is called a license.”

“Oh we’re getting technical now, are we?” He smirks over at you and you shrug, “I mean, I was thinking about getting something else, but..”

“Oh, oh. Okay. I see where this is going.”

“Do you?” You squint at him with a smirk and he shakes his head, “Nah, you’re gonna have to elaborate on that one for me.”

“Whoa. This car comes with a dictionary? I never heard you use such a big word before.” You tease and Chris sighs, “You know what.” He laughs before he can say anything else, “You know what, you’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“Does.. me being pretty mean we get to break in your new car quick?” You bite your lip as the car comes to a stop.

“You’re lucky we’re on a back road because if you did that on the main road-“

“Yeah I know.” He pulls off into the small clearing and puts the car in park, “Get over here.” He takes his seatbelt off as you take off yours and he moves his seat back as you climb over.

“Wow, roomy.”

“I know.” Chris raises his brows and pulls you in for a kiss. Your lips move in sync as you grind down on him, earning yourself a groan.

You smirk against his lips, gently biting down on his bottom one and pulls away.

“Fucking tease.” He mumbles as he works to undo his jeans. You smirk as you lift up your dress, pulling the fabric of your panties to the side, “I don’t have to be.”

“You wore this dress for a reason, didn’t you?”

You nod, gripping his shoulders, “You know me so well.” You smirk, collecting spit on your fingertips to coat the head of his cock with it before slowly lowering yourself down onto him.

He rests his head back, eyes fluttering shut as he moans, “Fuck.”

You let out a quiet moan as you lift up and sink back down, “Fuck, Chris.” You whimper, “always feels so good.”

His hands grip your waist, guiding you up and down as you lean in to kiss up and down his neck, moaning lowly in his ear.

Chris groans, his grip tightening, “Fuck, that’s it.”

You lean up, hand pressing against the window as your other holds you steady by pressing into the consol as you move quicker.

Your head tilts to the side, lips parted as moans leave them in a string, “I’m already so close.”

He smirks, “Is me.. driving that hot to you?”

You nod, “Oh yeah.” You lean forward, lips brushing against his, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you in your own car.”

He smirks, pulling you closer as he bucks his hips. His hand slides up to tangle in your hair, holding you still as his lips trail down your neck.

You moan out as you feel him suck a mark into your skin, moving down slightly to add another.

You wrap your arm around his neck, gasping out as your walls squeeze around him tight, “Fuck, yes yes.”

“You gonna come for me, hmm?”

You nod, whimpering in response, “I-I, yes-“ You drag your nails across his neck, moaning louder as you come undone on top of him.

“Good girl.” He whispers and you can’t help but smile. You press your lips to his, grinding down onto him and he moans, “Fuck, baby. You have me just about there.”

You slide your hand down his chest, pressing it in as you begin to bounce.

His hand slides up your back, fingertips pressing in firmly as he throws his head back against the headrest, “Fuck, fuck.”

“Let me know when you’re there, baby.” You whisper and he nods, “Okay, I- fuck-“

As quick as you can, you move off of him, climbing into your seat before leaning back over the consol, wrapping your lips around his cock.

He gasps, his hand lying on the back of your head as he comes, “F-fuck, fuck.” He pants, “Shit.”

You sit up, looking at him with a smirk, “Didn’t want you to make a mess in your new car, you know.” He smirks and nods, “Good thinking.”

He pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips to yours as his hand sliding down your back, fixing your dress.

“Congrats on passing your drivers test.” You smirk against his lips, “that was fun.”

“Thank you baby, but I was nervous.” He laughs as he fixes himself, “Isn’t fucking in a car like illegal or something?”

“If you’re in a public space, I think. But..” you look around, “I don’t see anyone on this backroad, do you?”

Chris looks around, “Babe, I think you spoke, too soon.” He points behind him and you sigh, “Jesus Christ. Well there goes round two.”

He laughs and watches as the car comes to a stop beside him, “You’ve got to be joking.”

You watch as Matt and Nick appear as the window rolls down. You put the window down and Matt laughs, “What are you two doing, huh?”

“What are you doing?” Chris asks as he leans forward. Nick laughs, “Just wanted to make sure you were stuck in a ditch or something, but clearly, you were just stuck in something else.”

“Hey, hey. That’s not-“ you try to argue but Nick cuts you off, “tell that to the fresh hickies on your neck, y/n.”

Your hand flies up to your neck as you look at Chris with wide eyes and he sighs, laughing as he shakes his head, “Yeah, we’re not getting out of this one easy.”

You lean back, “I didn’t think so.”

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ㅤㅤִㅤ ݁ ꉂ costume party ᴖ ֽ ㅤᷭ

ㅤ﹙ 𝟑𝟑𝟑 ﹚ㅤּㅤㅤ˻ㅤaegan is typingㅤ˺⠀⠀tread carefully, my dears, for the words that follow are not for the faint of heart: what lies ahead is smut, a dance of desire that might just set your pulse racing. proceed if you dare.

warnings: smut. explicit nsfw. possessive behavior. rough sex. dubious consent. public sex. sexual tension. friends to lovers.

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the night was buzzing with the wild energy of a costume party, where identities were masked, and inhibitions were left at the door. chris had dressed up as one of the charming magicians from now you see me, complete with a deck of cards, his attire adding a layer of mystique to his usual goofball charm. y/n, on the other hand, was a vision of dark allure as one of the dimitrescu sisters from resident evil village, her costume a black, low-cut dress that clung to her body, a choker, the symbol on her forehead, and a veil that combined sexiness with terror. they had agreed to meet at the party, but chris was there first, his social butterfly nature in full swing.

he was in his element, laughing, flirting, playing beer pong with reckless abandon, dancing, and even sneaking into the background of countless selfies, his energy was infectious as usual. but eventually y/n made her entrance, and the room seemed to quiet for a moment; she was breathtaking, her costume accentuating every curve, turning heads. chris felt a surge of possessive desire but tried to keep it under wraps; they were friends. just best friends. they reunited in the kitchen, their banter light and flirty, until chris was pulled away for another round of beer pong, but his focus shattered when he saw y/n on the couch, some guy leaning close, his intentions all too clear. chris, known for his impulsiveness and being the youngest of the sturniolo brothers, couldn't handle the jealousy; the thought of someone else with y/n, his y/n, was intolerable. he didn't hesitate, his blunt nature leading him to confront the situation. "what the fuck are you doing with my best friend?" chris demanded, his tone sharp, his body tense with aggression. the guy, taken aback, laughed off the tension, "just talking, man, chill." y/n defended herself, "i can talk to whoever i want, chris." but chris was not backing down. "yeah? looked like he was about to shove his tongue down your throat."

the guy stood, his own temper flaring, "who the hell are you to tell her what to do?" the argument escalated, words flying like daggers among chris, y/n, and the guy, until y/n, in a burst of frustration, grabbed chris's arm, dragging him into one of the party's closets for privacy, the door slamming shut, muffling the party's noise. inside, chris was still radiating anger, his chest heaving. "he was all over you, y/n! you're—" "chris, you're my best friend, stop worrying like that, no one's going to come between us," y/n interjected, her arms wrapping around him in an embrace meant to calm. their closeness in the dimly lit closet, the heat from their argument, it all transformed into something else when chris's hands found her waist, pulling her against him, his lips crashing onto hers in a kiss fueled by need. "you're fucking mine," he growled, jaw clenched as his hands slipping under her dress, feeling the smooth skin of her thighs. "prove it then," y/n whispered back, her voice laced with desire, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. the urgency of their desire took over. chris, driven by jealousy and possession, moved with rough intent. he pushed her against the wall, the fabric of her dress riding up. his hands roamed, exploring her body, the cold wall contrasting with the heat of their skin. he didn't bother with undressing her fully; his need was too much to handle, so he unzipped his pants, just enough to free his hard cock, the head already slick with pre-cum. chris found her underwear, pushing it aside rather than removing it, his fingers teasing her entrance, ensuring she was ready for him. y/n, caught in the moment, helped guide him, her hand reaching down to align him with her. chris lifted her, her legs wrapping around him, finding the perfect angle where he could sink into her deeply. the first thrust was hard, making her gasp against his mouth, the sound swallowed by their kiss. "you like that, huh? being fucked by you best friend?" chris grunted, each thrust forceful, his hips snapping against hers, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the small space. y/n moaned, her nails digging into his back, leaving marks through his shirt. "fuck, chris, yes," she panted, her body meeting his with each movement, the pleasure and pain of his possession mingling. chris fucked her with an intensity that was both punishing and passionate, his hands gripping her, pulling her onto him, one on her ass, the other moving to her breast, squeezing through the fabric of her costume. their movements were a dance of desire, his whispers of dirty promises fueling their passion. "i'm gonna fuck you so good, you'll never forget who you belong to." the rhythm was primal, the tension of their argument now stoking their desire, her body meeting each of his thrusts, her moans filling the closet, her body tightening around him as they both neared climax. when they came, it was like a storm breaking, chris's release a powerful claim, filling her as he groaned, his body shuddering. y/n's orgasm followed, her cries of pleasure mingling with his, the sound muffled by the walls of the closet. "you're mine, y/n, no one else's."

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Warnings⚠︎ Smut!, Suggestive remarks!, strong language!, threesome!, size kink, lowkey breeding kink, pet names, p in v, dp, unprotected sex (do not), oral (m! receiving), squirting, vibe, slight intoxication (but full consent), etc.

Word count. 3k

Note. English is not my first language! Not proofread!

Psa. Matt refers to reader as "pretty" and Chris refers to reader as "ma", just so you don't get confused with the dialogues.

Sum. Everything goes south when you show up at the campus Halloween party in a tiny black witch costume; becoming their prey for the night.

You weren’t prepared when your best friend came knocking at your door with a big duffle bag, trying to convince you to come to the annual Halloween party, but you had already decided to stay in your dorm room and continue doing your assignments.

"C’mon, don’t be like that, I even bought us matching costumes," she stepped inside, letting you close the door behind her. "I can help you do your make-up, please?" Your friend begged, plopping down on your bed. You sighed and rubbed your temple, "I told you already, I’m not going, that Halloween party will probably be just like a frat one and you know how I am about frat parties."

Your friend crossed her arms with raised eyebrows, "no, it won’t be like a frat party, but I guess there’ll be those fraternity guys there since you know... Campus party, everyone’s gonna be there–" you cut her off, "except for me," causing her to collapse back onto your bed.

"Pretty please?" She pleaded again, jutting her bottom lip out dramatically, making you laugh. "No, like I said–" she cut you off with a groan, "c’mooon, Halloween happens only once a year..." her voice trailed off as a grin made its way onto her lips, "if you go this once, I won’t bug you again, like I promise I won’t ask you to come to frat parties with me."

You couldn’t help but be tempted with the deal, clearing your throat as you looked at her, "you serious?" She nodded vigorously, "yeah, I am, I am dead serious, so? will you?" You sighed and nodded, eliciting a happy "yay" from her.

She immediately spilled the contents from her huge duffel bag, tons of make-up products and two matching witch costumes. You picked one up, inspecting it. The costume was incredibly short and could almost pass off as a long shirt.

"Are you serious? This is what you picked?" She gave you a deadpanned look, "it’s Halloween! You know what they say, the only time of the year to be as slutty as you want." She nudged your arm, grinning, "plus I bet guys would go nuts when they see you in this."

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Your friend helped you with your make-up, and as you looked in the mirror, you felt like you were someone else, in a good way. The costume was short, but it made you feel a bit more confident than usual. The black heel boots you had lying around – that you’ve been wanting to wear for so long – seemed to match the vibe of the dress.

The long sleeves and overall style of the costume had already started to grow on you. "Not too bad," you said as you curled your hair, "yeah? told you so," your friend grinned triumphantly, making you roll your eyes in a playful manner.

The moment you arrived at the party, your ears immediately rang at the loud music, "fuck, why is it so loud here?" you shouted to your friend, trying to get your words across the short distance, but the music drowned out your voice.

"It’s always this loud, you’re just not used to it, c’mon, let’s get drinks!" She dragged you towards the table of drinks, expertly weaving through the crowd. Alcohols that you didn’t even know the names of were stacked in an oddly neat way along with soft drinks, water and way too many solo cups.

A girl standing by the table, dressed as the grinch, offered to make you and your friend drinks, halloween specials. As you were sipping on your drink, you noticed a pair of guys, almost identical looking.

"Holy fuck, you know who they are?" you nudged your friend, jerking your head at the direction of the guys dressed as vampires. She followed your gaze and looked at them, "yeah?" she chuckled, "you don’t?" Shaking your head as you kept your gaze on the guys, unable to take it off of them.

"Of course you don’t, you’re always buried in schoolwork," she clicked her tongue, "they’re quite famous around campus you know?" You let out a huff, taking another big gulp of your drink, groaning at the burn of the mixed alcohols. "So? Who are they?"

"The one with the cap is Chris and the one that doesn’t have a cap is Matt, obviously, they’re identical triplets, but I don’t think Nick’s here today." You let out an "oh" sound of understanding before you took another sip of your drink.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl," your friend shrugged, telling you all she knew about them, "yeah... couldn’t care less, c’mon let’s just dance or something," you said pulling your friend away from the table of drinks and onto the dance floor. You couldn’t help but feel interested despite your words.

After one too many drinks and a few stolen glances later, you found yourself in a bathroom, two pairs of hands roaming over your body while you shared a kiss with one of the guys—the one with the cap.

The other one kissed your neck, trailing it down to your collarbone and leaving love bites there before going back to your neck. The one with the cap broke the kiss, "you know our names ma?" He breathed out, "uh... you’re Chris, and he’s Matt, right?" you asked hesitantly, the slight intoxication making your mind a jumbled up mess.

"Mhm—bingo, pretty," Matt whispered, his lips grazing just under your earlobe, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as they continued to kiss and caress your body, your body reacting to every word and touch from them, making their faces light up with smirks.

Their fake fangs nipped at your skin, causing you to gasp softly each time. "Say, let’s go to a more comfortable place?" Chris suggested, "Yeah, can’t really do much in a bathroom," Matt chuckled as he added.

They led you out of the bathroom and weaved through the crowd of people dancing. You tried to find your friend to tell her you were going but you couldn't find her in the crowd. Suddenly, you got a message and a photo from her apologizing saying that she was gonna head home with her boyfriend since it was getting late. How convenient.

You sighed and let the guys lead you out of the party, your costume rode up ever so slightly as you tried to balance on the heel boots in your slightly tipsy state. You were very much aware of your surroundings and the two fellas, dressed as vampires, leading you towards their car.

"Where are we going?" You asked, a bit puzzled but willing. Matt and Chris both chuckled in unison at your confused state, "oh yeah, we’re gonna go to our place, you mind?" Chris asked as he looked back at you, "I mean, if you don’t feel comfortable with that, we could always hit up a hotel," Matt shrugged.

You hummed, looking back and forth between them before making your decision, "no, yeah, i’m good with your place," they both visibly relaxed and grinned, "alright then, hop in, pretty," Matt said as he opened the backseat door.

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The drive to their place was fairly fast, accompanied by small talks and laughter, but that quickly turned into heated kisses and breathy moans once you got inside their house. Stumbling into one of their rooms, they started to strip you out of the skimpy costume.

Gently pushing you on the bed before they started to strip themselves, your gaze raked over their bodies as you waited on the bed, biting your lip in anticipation. Once they were matching you in nakedness, they sat on either side of you, starting to lavish attention to your body once again.

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful ma, so fucking beautiful," Chris murmured against the swell of your breast, "mhm... so pretty" Matt whispered an agreement in your ear before kissing along your jawline, his hand caressing your body, slowing inching down to cup your mound.

You hissed softly when his fingers made in contact with your swollen clit, slick with arousal, and throbbing for attention. The brothers quickly picked up on your growing need and desperation as they saw just how wet you had become.

Your folds glistened in the dim light of the bedside lamp, the obvious need evident in your tone when Chris plunged a finger inside your tight heat. "Fu—ck," you moaned softly, your breathing a lot more ragged now that he was moving his digit in and out of you, slipping in a second finger and smirking at how you seemed to suck in his fingers.

"Someone’s eager," Matt chuckled, his voice a bit deeper than usual, betraying his arousal. The pads of his fingers started to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting slightly louder moans from you.

The feeling was already so pleasurable, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol making you feel more than usual or just the brothers themselves, either way you knew you were incredibly turned on.

They adjusted your position, easily manhandling you, but their touch was gentle– almost tender if you will. The new position gave them more to work with. You were on your hands and knees and they stood on their knees on either side of you, still squeezing and caressing every inch of skin they could touch.

They were big – huge even – it made you feel a bit nervous. They were easily 10", and who knows how thick, standing tall and proud. You gulped softly when Chris gripped your hip with one hand and led his length towards your aching pussy. The tip of his cock slid up and down your slit, making you whine and push back against him.

They chuckled at your needy gestures and sounds, "you’re so responsive ma, ’s intoxicating," Chris emphasized his words with a slap on your ass, causing you to jolt and whine, his hand gently caressing the reddening skin.

Matt, being the one in front of you, caressed your cheek and made you look up at him by lifting your face by your jaw. Smirking when he saw the desperation in your eyes, "what’s up pretty? Can’t handle a little teasing?" He spoke with faux sympathy, making you all the more desperate.

Before you could open your mouth to speak, you felt the sudden stretch, causing you to move forward—trying to get away from the sensation, only to be held in place by two pairs of hands. Chris clicked his tongue, "relax ma," his hands squeezed your ass, sinking his fingers in your plush flesh as he moved forward, filling you completely.

"Oh fu—ck, Chris too big–" your moans got muffled when Matt fed you his length, groaning at the sensation of your mouth on him and the vibrations from your moans as Chris took you from behind.

Chris’ pupils dilated when he saw the way your ass recoiled against his hips with each deep and slow thrust, he gripped your hips tighter and surged forward with increasing fervor. The force of it pushed you forward, each thrust making you involuntarily deepthroat Matt, making them both groan at the pleasure.

Chris suddenly pulled out, and stood up, "I think I’ve got something nice." Matt chuckled when he understood what Chris implied and pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. You looked at them confused, feeling empty and still aching with need.

A few minutes later, Chris came back with a vibrator and a bottle of lube in hand. You blinked rapidly as your gaze flickered between the brothers, making them chuckle, "don’t worry pretty, we’ll make you feel good, ’promise." Chris sat on the bed behind you, getting in position again.

"Alright ma, up," he playfully slapped your ass before helping you back in the position you were in moments ago, but this time you were facing Chris with Matt behind you. Your moans filled the room once again when Matt entered you, stretching you deliciously.

Your moans were quickly muffled by Chris’ cock, which you eagerly let in your mouth, and the pleasure was already bordering on too much. Your body tensed when you felt vibrations on your clit. Matt groaned loudly when he felt you clench around him like a vice, his hips picking up pace in response.

Your moans vibrated around Chris’ shaft, making him buck his hips faster, fucking your mouth as he gripped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Your eyes rolled back briefly as Matt hit that spot deep within you, the one that made sparks dance behind your eyes, the one that made you moan louder.

The vibrations of the vibe increased, making your legs shake as you tried to ground yourself from the intense pleasure that you wondered if you could take any more of. That was when Matt held you by your waist and started to target a specific spot—your g-spot.

The feeling of him hitting your g-spot with such precision and the vibrator doing its job on your throbbing clit, made you squirm, trying to get away from the intensity of it all, but their hands kept you in place. With a loud muffled moan you squirted, unable to warn them due to Chris’ cock in your mouth. The brothers let out breathy chuckles when they saw the mess you were making, but didn’t stop nevertheless.

They followed you soon after, their releases filling up your holes. You couldn’t even keep yourself steady on your legs and arms anymore, it was all threatening to buckle under you any second.

Carefully, they laid you down, and seeing the wrecked state you were in just seemed to fuel their desires further. Their semi-hard lengths hardened once more as they gazed down at you. Your disheveled hair, the hickeys adorning your body, Matt’s release trickling out of you and Chris’ dripping down your chin.

Matt’s hand came up to caress your side, causing a breathy sigh to escape your lips, "you think you can go one more round pretty?" Chris chuckled softly, "mhm—ma, don’t think we can get enough of you, think you can take us both?"

"Both? like at the same time?" you whispered, your voice already hoarse from overuse. They nodded, chuckling as they helped you into a sitting position, "yeah, we’ve got lube, but it’s fine if you’re not up for it, pretty—" you cut him off, "well, I don’t mind, i mean... if it can fit that is..." your voice trailed off as you looked down at their laps.

"Don’t worry, ma, we’ll make it fit," is all you heard before they got in position. Matt laying with you on top of him and Chris behind you. The pop of the lube cap made your body shiver in anticipation, the mildly cold oil jolting every nerve as it ran down your slit, making you shudder.

Matt slowly pushed inside, eliciting a soft moan from you, and as you finally adjusted to his size, Chris nudged himself on your already full pussy. "Shh— ’s alright, pretty, just relax," Matt cooed from under you, his arms holding you in place as Chris entered you from behind. You squirmed under their touch, moaning loudly, and the stretch being too much, too big.

Chris grunted at the tightness as he pushed inside, stilling when he bottomed out inside you, "shit ma, so fuckin’ tight," he hissed through his teeth. Matt chuckled, his voice huskier, "yeah, you like how we stretch you, pretty? how fuckin’ big we are?" You could only mumble a "yes" that sounded more like a whimper.

They let you adjust to their sizes—the fullness and the stretch. Their hands caressed your body soothingly, whispering sweet nothings in your ears, and kissing your shoulders and neck.

You finally relaxed around them, moaning softly at the sudden pang of pleasure from being filled to the brim. Your pleasure didn’t go unnoticed by Matt and Chris, chuckling to themselves as they started to move. Your world blurred as you felt an immense pleasure you’ve never felt before.

Your body moved on its own, meeting their thrusts, wanting more of that delicious feeling. And all that only made them move faster – harder – thrusting into you with renewed fervor. Your hands clutched whatever you could hold, grounding yourself so you wouldn’t get consumed by the pleasure.

"Fu—ck pretty, so fuckin’ tight," Chris mumbled an agreement, both of them holding you in place as they took what they wanted. You could only hold on, and moan for them. "Shit, gonna fill you up so good— swell you with my cum, ma," Chris groaned, "Yeah, fuck— you ready for us pretty?" Matt added, muffling his sounds of pleasure on your shoulder.

You mumbled a plea for them to cum inside you—to which they gladly did, groaning and moaning as they filled you up. Their combined release spilled out from the sides, making a mess.

Gently pulling out from your well-used hole, their chests heaved with exertion. In spite of their softening cocks, they couldn’t help the feral, almost animalistic, feeling when they saw the sight of their mixed release trickling out of your pussy.

They both groaned under their breaths before exchanging knowing glances, a silent conversation between them, and slowly alerting you about their insatiable desires for you. "You okay, pretty?" Matt’s hand caressed your cheek while Chris squeezed your ass, "we’re not done with you ma, not by a long shot."

They chuckled as they saw you look at them surprised, but didn’t protest or say no, instead pulled them closer – a silent plea for more. "We’re gonna fuck this pussy so good," Matt whispered in your ear, "and fill you up with our spend until you swell with our babies," Chris added, whispering in your other ear.

Their words were filled with promises, and that alone made you feel immense pleasure, a need for more.

The next morning, you woke up with a bad headache, and sore all over. It wasn’t a surprise that you had a hangover but it was a surprise when you became aware of your surroundings. You were in an unknown room, entangled with not one, but two guys. It didn’t help that they were brothers, identical brothers.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl." Your friend’s words echoed in your head. Guess it wasn’t true after all, their bro code.

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Isa's notes. I've never written a Chratt fic before, or anything with two love interests, or a threesome in that matter so like... my bad if it's shit.

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[whor3ing]

𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 | 𝑪.𝑺

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ BREAK FROM TORONTO , PARTYNEXTDOOR

chris sturniolo!bf x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut, phone sex, FaceTime, tapping it on the screen, established relationship, lots of dirty talk, mutual masturbation, mentions of breeding! mentions of spitting (in mouth) usage of “slut”

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IN WHICH.. after a rough day and missing Chris while he’s away, What starts as playful teasing to cheer you up, quickly turns intense. Chris guides you through the heat of the moment, making the distance between you feel like nothing.

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second tumblr post! word count : 4.4k ♡

Any day without Chris' arms around you late at night felt like something was missing, similar to the last piece to a nearly finished puzzle, the one that had made everything click into place.

You'd gotten used to his warmth, the way his body seemed to fit against yours so perfectly, the steady beat of his heart slowly lulling you to sleep every night without fail. Being in his arms made you feel safe, loved, and wanted. With each breath, each beat of his heart, you felt your mind grow quiet and your body relax, as if each hum of his heart was him whispering "i love you' over and over.

You knew him going on this brand deal trip had been a good idea for the channel, and you knew that it had already been planned months in advance, but missing him was hard, and missing him was painful. It was only supposed to be a few days now, but each one seemed to drag on longer than the last and it made you relentlessly question if the clock was against you, if time moved slower than it actually did.

Just the night before he had left, his arms had been curled around you and you had been resting on top of his chest, his fingers combing through your hair. Everything had been perfect, everything had felt complete. But tonight, you were alone, and it felt like the quiet of the room echoed louder than it should.

Your day at work had been a full-on nightmare—endless tasks, long hours, all of it seemed to last forever. Every email you had sent felt as if it was another weight added onto your shoulders, and every conversation felt like it had drained every ounce of energy from you. Even now, the fluorescent lights of the office still lingered in your eyes, making your head throb with a dull ache.

Usually, you would come home to Chris, the soft sound of his voice greeting you, followed by his arms pulling you into a warm embrace. He would hold you close, put on a random film and snuggle into you, his hands always wandering to your thighs. He would rub his palms on them, cursing at how soft your skin was while smiling at you, and with that, he would lean in to kiss your forehead as you would drift off.

But tonight was different. The apartment was cold without him, the sheets of your shared bed empty and frigid.

With a sigh, you pick up your phone, swiping up to enter your password.

Your thumb hovers over Chris' name in your contacts; needing to hear his voice, needing him to somehow fill the empty space in your chest, the same emptiness lingering throughout the entire apartment.

Without thinking too much, you press call.

The phone rings only twice before Chris picks up and upon the first word he speaks, you can hear the smile in his voice, immediately warm and familiar.

"Hey, sweetheart, wasn't expecting you to call so early, what's up?"

Sinking into your bed, you let out a heavy sigh, letting your gaze drift upward to the ceiling fan, its quiet hum the only other noise in your quiet apartment.

"Hey," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, the word catching in your throat. You clear your throat, trying to dislodge the lump that's formed there, and continue, "I needed to hear your voice, I miss you."

As the words leave your lips, you feel a slight tremble in your voice, something that your boyfriend, Chris would never dare to let slide.

There's a pause on the other end, and when he speaks again, his tone is softer, full of concern. "I miss you too, you alright, baby?"

You nod, even though he can’t see it, your eyes fluttering shut as you take in his warm voice. "Just… it’s been a rough day," you admit, curling into your blanket. "I can’t stop thinking about you, Chris. It’s so hard without you here."

You hear him chuckle from the other side of the phone, his voice still soft and concerned, "I wish I could be there with you right now. You know I’d make it all better, right?"

"I know," you murmur, your lips pursing. "I just miss everything about you. I miss your arms around me, I miss your smell."

He lets out a light, teasing laugh, cutting out slightly over the phone as he inhales afterward. "My smell, huh? Really, ma? You miss the way I smell?" He chuckles his laugh sweet, "You sure it’s not just my cologne you’re missing?"

You shake your head as he talks, sitting up and propping your back against your headboard, a smile finding its way onto your face. "No," you say pausing as you try to sound serious, "It's you. It's just you."

You smile as Chris lets out another laugh, his voice playful, "Well, well, aren’t you the romantic." He pauses, letting out another soft giggle. "You must really be going crazy without me, huh? Can’t even sleep without my scent on your pillow."

Without thinking you laugh, slapping your hand down onto your comforter as you giggle, "Shut up, it's not funny!"

"It’s a little funny," he teases, his voice husky. "There's that laugh I love," he murmurs.

His words settle in your chest, and a warmth spreading through you. "You’re ridiculous," the smile tugging at your lips as you talk. "But I missed you, I missed you so much."

"I know, baby, I miss you too," he murmurs, chuckling. "Maybe I should become a therapist, I should start charging you for daily sessions with how fast I brought that smile back."

You roll your eyes as you let out another small laugh, raising an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What's the payment plan like? Not sure I can afford daily, maybe weekly."

"Depends," Chris pauses and there's a silence on the other end of the phone.

After a few seconds, a low chuckle leaves his lips. "You offering cash, or are we talking.. other forms of payment?"

You smile, licking your lips and leaning your head back to rest against the headboard. "Wow, so nasty of you to be talking like this when your brothers are god knows where."

You hear rustling for a moment over the phone before you hear Chris chuckle again, the sound absolutely adorable. "I may be a little dirty, but I'm still a gentleman," He whispers, his voice like velvet even despite the crackles of the air in the background as he speaks.

You can almost hear the heat in his voice and it burns you even through all of the distance, leaving tingles on your body as he continues, "Matt and Nick went out, some stupid costume store for a video idea. They're going to be gone for a while, and I have to admit, I'm kind of glad."

His voice drops to a low, husky tone, sending shivers down your spine. "I was thinking about you baby, and I couldn't focus on anything else."

You feel a warm blush rise to your cheeks as you hear his words through the phone, your pulse beating faster, so loud you can nearly hear it through your ears. "What were you thinking about?" You ask curiously, soft grin reaches your face and your hands begin to toy with themselves as you lay the phone on your lap to listen.

"I was thinking about how your breath hitches when I do that thing with my tongue, and how your fingers would dig into my back when I do that thing with my hands."

"How your back arches when I fuck you," He pauses, his voice exasperated. "When I tell you to keep looking me in the eyes while you take my cock in that dripping pussy of yours."

His words leave you breathless and full of desire. You can feel your face burning with heat, your nipples hardening against the fabric of your top with every word he speaks, as if his words are urging you to want him even more than you already do.

"Chris..." You whisper, his name barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breathing.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I want you," you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want you so bad, Chris."

"I want you, let me see you, baby," You hear him lick his lips, his breathing just as loud as yours. Turn on your camera, can I see your pretty face?"

You smile, pressing the familiar FaceTime button, and as the camera flickers to life, you adjust yourself to fit in frame, the soft light from your room casting a glow over your features, putting them on full display for him.

Chris' camera flutters to life soon after, you see him in the corner of the screen.

The first thing you notice is his hair, tousled and messy as if he's been running his fingers through it out of habit. The soft lights of his hotel room and the sunset outside of his window catch faint golden undertones onto his skin, making him look like an absolute dream.

His jawline catches the light when he shifts slightly to look closer at you, the shadow of his stubble visible to you as a grin forms at the corners of his mouth, a grin that's just for you.

He looks absolutely perfect, in fact, you weren't even sure how a person could manage to look that good during every second of the day until you had met him.

The most amazing part? He was all yours.

His voice pulls you back to reality, warm and teasing. "See something you like, or are you just gonna keep staring, baby?"

You roll your eyes, though the blush creeping up your neck betrays you. "Oh, please," you tease. "You’re the one who wanted to see me."

Chris leans a little closer to his screen, his piercing blue eyes sharpening as he takes you all in. His eyes travel over your frame, lingering for a moment before his lips part slightly, his voice dropping just a bit. "I mean, can you blame me? Look at you."

His eyes trail over you slowly, and then he pauses, his lips curling into a smirk. "Wait a second... Is that my shirt?"

You glance down, your fingers instinctively brushing over the soft fabric, the only thing you were wearing a side from your underwear, "What if it is?" you ask, arching a brow, trying to sound casual despite the sudden flutter of your pulse in your chest.

His laughter comes easy, warm and deep. "You’re unbelievable," he mutters, but there’s something softer behind his tone. "I was wondering where that went."

Relaxing a bit, Chris leans back slightly, running a hand through his hair, but his gaze never leaves you. When he speaks again his voice is soft but teasing, "You know, you wearing my shirt like that? It's not fair."

"Fair?" you repeat, tilting your head with a playful smile. "What’s not fair about it?"

Chris sighs, tugging at his hair,"The fact that I’m sitting here wishing I could take it off you myself."

"Maybe if you were here, I’d let you," you murmur, your eyes locked onto his.

"Don’t tease me like that, baby." You watch as his tongue licks around his lips, his eyes laced with desire, "You know I’d do it in a heartbeat."

"Who’s teasing?" you reply softly, your fingers toying with the hem of the shirt. There’s a moment of silence, charged with electricity, before you meet his gaze again. "What if I took it off right now?"

Chris’s breath hitches audibly, his confidence momentarily faltering as his eyes darken. "Don’t say that if you don’t mean it," he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

Adrenaline and desire course through you as you slowly lift the hem of the shirt, just enough to tease him, right below your breasts, allowing them to peek out, just a little bit. His reaction is immediate—his eyes are glued to the screen, his jaw falling open as he takes in the sight of you. .

"Your turn," you say softly, smiling as you tease him. Your hands reach up to rub at your tits, the hem just covering your nipples.

Within an instant, Chris shuffles slightly letting the camera fall to the side of the bed. You hear the sound of fabric sliding against his skin and a moment later, he picks up the phone resting it on top of his stomach, one of his arms behind his head as he props it up to see you rubbing your tits for him.

Suddenly, he angles the camera even further down, revealing a very obvious bulge in his boxers. His boxers are tight against his cock and you feel yourself nearly drool as the outline of his hard dick is directly on display in front of you, straining against the fabric.

You watch as his fingers trail over the waistband of his boxers, teasing you just as much as you’ve been teasing him. He’s still staring at you, waiting for your next move.

Your hands move instinctively, pulling your shirt off, your tits falling out from underneath his shirt. You reach over, letting it fall to the side of the bed as you arch your back slightly, giving him a better view, as your fingertips trail across your bare chest. His eyes seem to devour you from the screen, and you know he’s getting just as impatient as you are.

You drag your fingers down your body, feeling the slight shiver of anticipation in your fingertips. The way his eyes stay locked on you makes your pulse race faster, a part of you already craving him even more. You glance, making sure he’s watching as your hand moves lower, slipping down to rub against your thighs, just as he would if he were with you.

His breath hitches as you continue rubbing yourself, the sound of his voice a low growl in your ears, even with the static from the call.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful."

His breath is hoarse as you see his hand slide down his body, down his abs as he rubs them for you through the phone, just as you would.

"I want you to take those panties off, please baby. Let me see all of you."

His words stir something deep inside you, and without thinking twice, you push your pants down, dragging them past your thighs, over your hips. Your heart races as you make sure he’s watching, feeling the weight of his gaze as you slowly expose yourself to him, piece by piece, just like a puzzle.

His eyes glisten as he watches you take them off, his mouth open, full of drool as you open your legs for him, placing the camera directly in front of your pussy.

"God, fuck. You're so fucking wet."

His words send shivers down your spine as you feel your body heat up, the anticipation of what's to come making your heart race. You watch him on the screen, his hand still rubbing his abs, his eyes locked on the camera pointed at your pussy.

"I want you to touch yourself, show me how much you want me," he murmurs as his hands slide further down his body. He smiles, angling the camera right below his bulge as he begins to rub on his v-line.

With instinct, your right hand slides up your body slowly. Your hands slide against your thighs, your stomach, all the way up to your mouth where you silently spit into your hand.

Your hand slides back down your body, your fingertips brushing against your needy clit, so wet and so wanting.

"Wish I was there, my god.. I would spit in that beautiful mouth and make you use that to rub yourself," he murmurs. Your eyes stay trained on his and on his body as he slides his boxers down, his cock springing out from under them.

His words are like a drug to you, making you even more aroused. You moan into the phone, your breath coming in short gasps. Your eyes follow his cock as he spits onto his hand in the same way, his hand sliding to hold the base of his cock.

With a small chuckle, he positions his phone to be right below it. You can see how big he is, how thick he is. He smiles, leaning his cock forward gently to tap it directly onto the camera.

The head of his cock hits the camera with a loud thud three times, you can hear how hard he is.

"Do you like what you see, baby?" he asks, his voice low and seductive as his cock stands straight up, his fingers beginning to slowly stroke against his rigid shaft.

“Do you like it when I slap this dick on this camera for you, just like how I should be slapping it against your clit while I make you cum for me with my fingers.”

He continues to tease you, slowly stroking his cock as he talks dirty to you. "I bet you wish you were here with me, don't you? Feeling my hot cum on your tongue."

His words cause you to rub your clit even faster, your hands diving into your wet folds as you watch him stroke himself.

He leans in closer to the camera, his cock just inches from the lens.

"Mmm, you're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"

He moans, biting on his lips as he watches you pleasure yourself to him. "You love watching me jerk off over the phone for you, don't you?"

He gives a slight thrust of his hips, his cock twitching in his hand. "I bet you'd love to taste it, wouldn't you? To have my cock in your mouth, down your throat, choking on it as I fuck your face."

You moan, murmuring yes a thousand times as you rub your puffy wet pussy for him, your breath hitching every second with just how good he makes you feel.

"Take your fingers and slide them into your wet pussy, baby," he moans out, his hand working magic on his cock as he strokes it even faster for you.

You can see so much precum, so much of his spit running down the sides of it with every stroke he makes. You can't help but wish that it was your spit, that his precum was deep down your throat, and looking at him, that's all you can think about.

You wish you could run your tongue against the shaft of his dick, you wish his hand could be replaced with yours. You wish it was your mouth he was fucking into instead of his hand, wishing that it was your pussy making him feel that divine.

He groans as he sees you slide your fingers inside of your pussy, smiling with his tongue over his teeth as he sees you begin to finger yourself.

You moan softly, arching your back as you push your fingers deeper into your wetness. You glance down at the phone, watching his eyes follow your every move. You can see the lust in his gaze, the desire to be with you right now.

"Oh fuck," he breathes, his voice thick with need. "I wish I was there with you."

The tip of his cock swells, his shaft hard and rigid, just aching for you, and his hand immediately picks up the pace on his cock as he imagines that your fingers inside of you is his cock instead, fucking you so deep.

"I want to fuck you so bad," he whispers, voice strained with desire. "I want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock, milking me dry."

He groans, his hips thrusting forward as if he could push his cock through the screen and into you, if only it were that simple.

"I want to breed you," he whispers, his voice thick with desire as he pumps his cock with his hand, stroking it so good for you. "I want to fill your pretty pussy with my cum and make a baby with you."

“tell me you want that”

You gasp, your fingers only moving faster at the mention of having his cum inside of you, spilling out onto your thighs. "Oh god, yes Chris, I want you to breed me.” you moan, slipping your fingers out of your warmth to rub at your swollen clit again in large circles.

You can hear him taking deep breaths on the other end of the line, trying to control his voice from faltering as he rapidly strokes his cock for you. "I wish I was there with you," he says again, his voice strained.

"I would cum inside you, I would cum in you and then I would finger that pussy and rub it all over that wet clit," he moans in the middle of his talking, his voice coming out as if it was meant to be a whine.

You can feel your orgasm building, your fingers moving faster and faster on your clit as you moan louder. You moan, reaching your other hand down to finger yourself at the same exact time, "Oh god, I'm going to come, Chris please come with me," you gasp, your voice breaking.

It's as if you can almost feel him with you, his hands on your thighs holding them for you as he watches you come undone.

“No, slut. Hold it for me,” he coos suddenly.

You gasp out exasperated, your mouth quivering as you slow down your pace, trying to hold yourself together. You want to come so bad for Chris, you want to soak your sheets and scream out his name.

But he won’t let you.

You look at him pleadingly, he can see you so exposed so vulnerable as you look at him, pleading with your eyes.

“Aw, does my baby want to cum for me?” Chris’ voice is soft, as he spits into his hand, his hand slimy and wet as he slides it back onto his cock, rubbing it so fast for you.

You can hear him grunt as he urges you to continue, “I didn’t tell you to slow down. Rub that pussy, now.”

Obeying, your hands find your clit again and you rub your wetness in circles, his eyes never leaving you, moving from your cunt to your face to your tits and back again.

Your legs shake as your movements urge you closer to release, your pussy clenching, begging for his cock inside of you.

Chris nods at you, his voice whiney, “Oh fuck, ma. Oh god, put your fingers back in there for me.”

You whimper as your fingers enter you once again. Staring at his cock, you imagine that instead, it’s him entering you. Chris fucking your pussy so good, Chris in front of you pounding you into the bed.

He lets out a moan, his cock making you salivate and his noises driving you insane with how badly you crave him.

Within an instant, Chris can’t seem to hold himself anymore and instead of denying you like he loves, he’s too close to make you beg anymore.

"Come for me baby," he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open to look at you. "Come all over your pretty hands for me, yes.. God yes."

“Please, Chris,” you whimper, your voice pleading, desperate to come with him, “I need you… I need to feel you.."

"Show me how much you need me, do it slut," he moans, stroking faster. "Show me baby, let me watch you."

Chris leans forward, his lips parted as he breathes your name, his hand still gripping the phone tightly, positioning it so he can see you, and you can see him.

You move your fingers faster, harder, needing that release more than anything else. You hear him do the same, his hand moving faster, each stroke pushing him closer to his ownrelease.

"Come on, baby," he urges, his voice a low growl. "Let go for me. I want to see you fall apart, tell me you want my come.”

“I want you to come, Chris. Please come for me,” you murmur as your body starts to convulse.

You feel your whole body tense with his words, your back arching as the pleasure rips through you, your hands nearly dropping the phone as you finally come for him.

You're lost in the moment, unable to think, unable to do anything but gasp for air, your hand still between your legs as your body quivers, waiting and watching for Chris to come for you.

As promised, Chris follows right behind you, his moans louder than before, and you can hear the sound of him finishing, his voice raw with release and raw with pleasure. You watch as his come drips from the tip of his cock, begging to be licked up.

On the other end of the screen, Chris collapses back onto his bed, laying fully down, his face flushed and his hair messy, his cum all over his stomach.

"Well… that was definitely worth the wait," he murmurs, his voice warm and affectionate. "God, I wish I could kiss you, baby."

You smile to yourself, your heart fluttering at his words. "I wish you could too, Chris," you whisper back, "Come back soon, I'm dying without you here."

"Just a few more days, my love. I promise." He smiles, messing with his hair as he smiles at you. "And when I get back, I’ll take you out, wherever you want to go. Maybe a fancy dinner… or," he pauses, giving you a sly grin, "we could go somewhere more fun, like an amusement park. Y'know, so I can win you a giant teddy bear."

You can’t help but laugh at the image of him winning you a stuffed animal, and you playfully roll your eyes. "An amusement park? Really?" you tease, "You’re gonna win me a stuffed bear?"

"Yeah, absolutely. I’ll win you the biggest one, just so you can carry it around everywhere and make everyone jealous." His smile widens, a grin too big for his face. "And then, we’ll ride all the roller coasters, just to make sure you’re holding onto me the whole time."

He chuckles, throwing his head back at his own remarks.

He makes a soft kiss sound as he continues,"hey, I’m just trying to make sure you don’t fly off the ride. Somebody’s gotta keep you safe, right?" You roll your eyes, smiling at how adorable he is.

"And I think you’d be holding onto me for more reasons than just the ride."

You raise an eyebrow, your heart racing a little as you grin back at him. "Is that so?" you tease a serious undertone to your voice. "Well, maybe I’ll just hold on tight to you then, but only if you win me that bear."

"I'm gonna win you the biggest damn bear you've ever seen."

i love my cutie endings, thank you so much for reading! sorry for any writing mistakes

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂���𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

matt version : here !

[blushsturns]

୨ৎ baby, you're just like a storm raining on me.

title: wet the bed

word count: 1198

warnings: f! receiving, fingering, squirting (lots of it), dirty talk, slight degradation, pure filth.

Your body was covered in your own sweat, heart beating wildly in your chest. You couldn’t take your eyes off Chris as he worked his fingers in and out of your tight cunt repeatedly on his knees before you.

You felt your orgasm approaching, and fast. Loud, pornographic moans left your lips and echoed your bedroom walls, mixed with the squelching sound of your wet pussy coating his fingers with each and every thrust.

“Come on, mama. Want to see you wet the bed for me.” Chris purred out, deep and darkened desire filling his tone as he moved his hand down to your pelvic area and pushed down to add pressure to help you along as he tilted his wrist to slide his fingers deeper inside of you.

He was three fingers deep inside of your tight cunt, your eyes not being able to pull away from his movements as he continued to thrust his slender fingers in and out of you, going deeper and harder within each and every thrust. The sound of your slick arousal squelching around his fingers and the look on his face had you almost in tears in the absolute best way.

You threw your head back against the pillow behind you, moving your hand to grasp onto his shoulder to hold onto him for some kind of leverage. “Oh, oh oh!” You moan out desperately, through your labored breaths, feeling an intense amount of pressure in your lower abdomen, like you needed to pee, but you knew you didn’t. It was much more intense than that.

He fucking laughs, which felt completely criminal at a time like this, watching your body convulse from his fingers thrusting in and out of your gummy walls. He used the come-hither motion with his fingers inside of you and hitting your sweet spot dead on at the most delicious angle. You could hear every bit of your slick arousal coating his fingers. It was almost like you’ve never been this wet in your entire life.

Chris continued to press down onto your pelvic area to help you along, noticing your body shuddering against his fingers. You couldn’t help but let out the loudest moans possible, not caring who could hear you from outside those four bedroom walls. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!” You moan out your words, your chest heaving up and down from the intensity of it all. You move one of your hands down to your puffy, soaking wet clit and begin to rub the little nub within the same speed as Chris’ fingers inside of you.

Finally, it felt as if the dam began to roll through you completely, a sudden sense of impending release. It felt much stronger than anything you ever felt before as you allowed it to take over your entire body and senses. Your body shudders immensely, your head hitting the pillow, your hand holding down onto his shoulder to push down on his fingers, letting the immense feeling take control of your body.

The intense, powerful sensation runs through you, a stream of your gushing arousal releasing out of your sopping wet pussy and allowing the powerful, clear liquid to gush out of you, spraying Chris’ arm, chest and hand as you watched his reaction the entire time.

His eyes widened in surprise before parting his lips to elicit a loud, satisfied groan, watching in shock as you continue to release clear liquid straight from your sopping cunt. Your chest heaved up and down with deep breaths and loud moans leaving your lips, your body shaking from the intense pleasure rolling through you.

His fingers continued to thrust in and out of your now completely soaked, sensitive pussy as you watched a couple more gushes of clear liquid coat his fingers. Parts of his skin was covered in your release from how strong and powerful of an orgasm it was.

You pulled your own hand away from your now overly sensitive clit, but Chris immediately placed his own hand against your clit that was pressing down on your stomach, the pad of his thumb rubbing your soaking wet, puffy clit causing your body to shake immensely within his touch. Your pussy was twitching immensely from the intensity of his fingers inside you.

“Fuck, baby. You just squirted all over me and my fingers. That was so fucking hot. Such a good little slut.” He groaned in satisfaction and slowly slipped his fingers out of your now sensitive cunt, his fingers coated with your arousal. You watched his every move as he brought his own fingers to his lips to lick up your slick arousal that coated them, moaning softly at your taste against his lips and tongue. “So sweet, baby. God damn, I’m addicted.”

You couldn’t believe you just fucking squirted for Chris, something you’ve never been able to do, ever. Your cheeks were warm and reddened, a shy smile appearing on your lips as you watched him savor every bit of your arousal, satisfied groans leaving his lips. Your legs were still shaking as you closed them, trying to pull his hand away from your overly sensitive clit.

The center of his sweatpants looked awfully tight, his hardened cock twitching immensely and hardened by the second. You could feel your pussy clenching around nothing, feeling empty and missing his fingers already. “I can’t believe I did that.” A soft giggle falls from your lips, biting gently onto your bottom lip as you stare down at him still on his knees in front of you.

He flashed you a slight smirk, licking over his shiny lips, the taste of your arousal against them. “You bet your sexy ass I’m gonna make sure you squirt again, and again, and again. Gonna soak the fuckin’ sheets, baby.”

Your cheeks were insanely red at his words, still in complete shock that you managed to actually have an intense orgasm take over you that strongly that you squirted. “Come here.” You spoke in a lazy, tired tone, your arms reaching out for him.

He chuckled softly at your sudden relaxed, sleepy demeanor and immediately leaned forward to press a soft kiss against your mouth, instantly tasting yourself on his lips. He kissed you back deeply, a soft hum emitting from his lips, his body now pressing up against you. You could feel his hardened erection rubbing against your thigh, a soft gasp emitting from your lips. “Fuck, seeing you squirt like that, like a fucking whore, got me so god damn excited.” He groaned out after he spoke, his forehead resting against yours.

“Your turn?” You grinned wickedly, moving one of your hands down between your bodies to find his hardened cock through the fabric of his sweatpants and palming him through it, a low groan leaving his lips instantly. Your eyes locked together in an intense gaze, his eyes darkened with lust and desire filling his stare.

“Yes, but this time, I want you to squirt all over my cock. Think you can do that, princess?”

You know you can and you’ll do it over and over again until you can’t take it anymore.

Anything to please Chris.

Absolutely anything.

notes: thank you for reading! i have seen other fics like this, but i wanted to write one of my own. if you have any requests or wanna chat, don’t hesitate to reach out. love you. ♡

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Hii! I love your writing. I was wondering if you can do a fic where reader is on tour the the boys and Chris reveals his tattoos of Nick and Matt’s name and Matt asks what about y/n and he reveals his third tattoo that says your name? Pls tell me you understand 😭

TATTED.

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The energy in the venue was electric, the air buzzing with excitement as Chris, Matt, and Nick stood on stage, soaking in the deafening cheers from the crowd. You stood off to the side, watching with pride swelling in your chest. Touring with them had already been an unforgettable experience, but moments like this—watching them connect with their fans, share pieces of themselves, and create lasting memories—made it even more special.

Chris had been teasing a surprise all night, dropping vague hints and smirking whenever someone pressed him for details. You had no idea what it could be, but knowing him, it had to be something big. When he finally stepped forward, gripping the microphone with that signature mischievous glint in his eyes, you braced yourself for whatever he was about to reveal.

The moment he lifted the hem of his pants, the crowd erupted into deafening screams. Your eyes widened as you caught sight of the fresh ink on his ankle, a name permanently etched into his skin. Before the cheers could settle, he lifted his other pant leg, revealing another tattoo, just as meaningful. The venue nearly shook from the excitement, fans going wild at the reveal.

Matt giggled into his microphone, his playful nature on full display as he turned toward you with a teasing smirk. You had no time to prepare for whatever he was about to say before he was speaking, his voice ringing through the speakers, sending the crowd into an even bigger frenzy.

“Now we just need Y/N’s name tatted on him, right!?” he teased, laughing as the fans screamed in agreement.

Your stomach flipped at the suggestion, heat rushing to your cheeks. Your eyes immediately found Chris’s, expecting him to laugh it off, maybe shake his head and move on. But instead, he smirked, a knowing glint in his gaze as he reached into his back pocket like he was about to pull out some grand reveal.

“What if I said I had a surprise tucked right in my back pocket?” he teased, voice smooth and full of excitement.

The crowd lost it. The anticipation in the air was thick, the screams growing louder as everyone fed off the suspense. Your heart pounded against your ribs as Chris took a slow breath, gripping the microphone a little tighter before reaching for the collar of his shirt.

With an effortless kind of confidence, he tugged it down, revealing fresh ink just below his collarbone.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Your name.

Written in elegant script, bold yet intimate, permanently marked above his heart.

The world seemed to slow, the noise around you fading into a blur as you stared, your mind struggling to process what you were seeing. Chris had actually done it—he had your name tattooed on his skin, a piece of you with him forever.

Your body felt frozen in place, the weight of the moment sinking in as you shook your head in disbelief.

“You’re fucking kidding, Chris…” you muttered, barely able to hear your own voice over the roaring crowd.

But he wasn’t. His soft giggle echoed through the microphone as he met your gaze, eyes filled with warmth and something deeper—something unspoken yet undeniable.

“I’m not, baby,” he murmured, voice low enough that it felt like it was meant just for you.

The venue shook with cheers, fans freaking out at the unexpected reveal. Matt and Nick were laughing, hyping up the crowd even more, but all you could focus on was Chris—your Chris, standing there with your name permanently inked on his skin.

The moment the realization fully hit you, you didn’t think—you just moved.

Before Chris could react, you ran straight toward him, your heart pounding so hard it drowned out the screaming crowd. He barely had time to open his arms before you crashed into him, wrapping yourself around him in a tight embrace. His body was warm against yours, his familiar scent surrounding you as his arms instinctively held you close. The cheers only grew louder, but all you could focus on was him.

“You’re actually insane,” you murmured against his shoulder, your voice shaking with disbelief, excitement, and something so much deeper.

Chris let out a soft laugh, his grip tightening around you as he pressed his face into your neck. “I know,” he admitted, his voice low and affectionate. “But I meant it.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hands resting on his shoulders as your eyes met his. There was something in his gaze—something real, something permanent, just like the ink on his skin. Your name, right over his heart, where it belonged.

You didn’t think twice.

With the crowd still screaming around you, you cupped his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his. The moment they met, the venue seemed to explode—fans losing their minds, Matt and Nick laughing and hyping it up—but none of it mattered.

All that mattered was the way Chris melted into you, his hands gripping your waist as he kissed you back like he had been waiting for this exact moment. The heat of the stage lights, the energy of the crowd, the pure adrenaline rushing through your veins—it all made the moment feel so much bigger, so much more intense.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dizzy, Chris was grinning at you like you had just made his entire night. His fingers brushed against your cheek, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Best surprise ever?” he teased.

You laughed, shaking your head as you traced your fingertips over the fresh ink near his collarbone. “Best idiot ever,” you corrected, but your smile told him everything.

And as the crowd continued to cheer, as Matt and Nick made exaggerated gagging noises into their microphones, and as Chris looked at you like there was no one else in the world, you knew—this was a moment you would never, ever forget.

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— ୨୧ 2 hands . . . c.s

in which . . . chris loves using his fingers on you

warnings . . . kissing, fingering, pet names, dirty talk

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

SO CLOSE TO WHAT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #2

“fuck, so wet f’me mama..” chris murmured, hovering over you as you laid on your back, gripping the sheets as pleasure coursed through your body. chris’s fingers pumped through your soaked pussy, his fingers collecting your wetness. your moans filled the room, your back arching off the bed.

“mmm—feels so good..” you moaned out, your eyes fluttering open as you looked up at chris, he pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. “oh yeah? how good does it feel?” chris teased, his fingers withdrawing from inside of you, now teasing your folds.

“so good…so so good..” you whined from the loss of contact. chris chuckled, leaning forward to kiss you. his knee went in between your thighs, you could feel his denim jeans against your core, your hips bucked against the material, you moaned against chris’s lips, he felt the vibration.

chris’s tongue slid into your mouth, groaning into your mouth. you felt so good, amazing. he could play with your pretty pussy and make you feel good for hours on end. chris pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he parted your legs once more, his hands sliding down your body. one of his hands reached for your boob, cupping and squeezing it in his hand, as his other hand went down to your dripping core, palming it teasingly.

“please..chris..” you begged pathetically, needing his touch. “hm? tell me what you need mama.” chris insisted, leaning forward to kiss your hard nipple, making your breath hitch in surprise. “need you to touch me…” you babbled out desperately, suddenly gasping as chris’s fingers slid into your pussy once more.

“gooooodd girl…so tight, so fuckin’ wet..this all from me?” chris asked, you nodded, barely even able to move from how good his touch felt. you gasped, feeling a familiar sensation in your stomach as chris pumped his fingers into you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust, sending you over the edge completely.

“fuck! need to—ahh..” you couldn’t even form words. it was pathetic, honestly. chris smirked, looking at how fucked out he made you. “hm? what was that? need you to talk to me mama.” chris taunted, your words were barely audible as you got lost in the pleasure.

your legs trembled as chris’s finger movements became fast, and sloppy. he hit the right spots every time—and fuck, you were falling apart. “so fuckin’ desperate, yeah?” chris chuckled, using his other hand to spread your legs apart wider for more access to your glistening cunt. “close—“ you babbled out, chris brought his thumb to your clit, pressing down.

“cum on my fingers, pretty girl.” chris instructed, and you didn’t hesitate one bit. you released, making a wet mess on the sheets and chris’s fingers. your legs shook and your lip quivered as you whimpered softly. chris removed his fingers from your pussy, sucking them clean.

he placed his thumb on your bottom lip as he kneeled between your legs. “you good?” he asked, watching as you caught your breath from the amazing orgasm you just endured. “mhmm.” you gave a slight smile. you were so desperate for chris’s fingers after all.

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Handsy — C.Sturniolo

Pairing : SoftDom!Chris X fem!reader

Summary : Chris can’t wait be alone at home with you after a long day out, and he can’t help but be handsy until he has you all to himself.

Warnings : SMUT, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), groping, pet names.(lmk if there’s more!)

WordCount: 679 words (kinda short sorry)

THIS IS SMUT DNI IF YOU DONT WANNA READ SMUT!!

feedback is appreciated 🤍

You and Chris were out, hanging out with some friends at a cafe,

it was now 6pm-ish, you both have been out for five hours shopping, and running errands for your new apartment.

Finally after a while of dating you’ve decided to move in together.

The whole day, Chris has been clingier than usual, not letting you out of his sight, always having an arm draped around your shoulders,

kissing your cheek every chance he gets.

But at the cafe, he was super handsy, squeezing your thighs under the table and rubbing your back when he wasn’t groping your thighs.

After not even an hour and a half of hanging out with your friends and his brothers, he got up and said:

“Sorry guys, but it’s been a really long day, and i think we’re gonna call it a night.” He helped you up from your seat, you went along with it since you were actually a bit tired.

“yeah, we had so much fun.” You added, and left the cafe with Chris,

as soon as you guys left the cafe, Chris placed his hand in the back pocket of your low waisted jeans, the lace of your white underwear peaking from the top.

A surprised soft gasp escaped your lips, that received a grin from Chris.

as soon as you got in the car, Chris commented on your outfit, “your jeans have been driving me crazy, ma.” As he squeezed your thighs and kept his eyes on the road.

“That explains why you’ve been so handsy.” You chuckled softly.

When you arrived at your new barely furnished apartment, you took your shoes off and sat down in bed to wind down for a bit,

Chris sat next you sticking to your side, his arm around your waist rubbing lazy circles with his thumb.

“You’re so touchy today.” You placed a soft peck to his neck returning the favor,

little did you know he would snap, he quickly took your lips, kissing you sloppily.

You yelped into his mouth as he almost pounced at your lips, smiling as he kissed you.

His hands cupping your face, as he kissed you like he’d been craving you for year, to be fair he was craving you the whole day.

he moved from your lips and placed ticklish wet kissed on your neck and collar bones,

“Chris!” You giggled as he kissed you, he tugged your shirt off and threw it across the room, and kissed what your bra didn't cover.

“I love you so much, ma.” He whispered between kisses,

your hands crept up and tangled themselves in his hair, “I love you too, baby.” You replied as your breath hitched.

He kissed your stomach and lower abdomen and slipped your jeans off, spread your legs.

he kisses the innards of your thighs, making you squirm underneath him,

If he could make you squirm underneath him all day, you best believe he would.

He slid your panties down, he kissed so close to your cunt, making you beg him with your eyes for more.

“C’mon now.” You whined, he looked up at you with a grin stretched across his face , before he dove into your cunt,

licking and sucking at your clit, but he wasn't being as rough as he usually was, he was soft and gentle.

You moaned low and breathy moans, your fingers tangling themselves in his hair, “Your tongue is magic.” You moaned.

Chris smirked against your clit and inserted his middle and ring finger into your aching hole, pumping them at a fast steady pass.

you moaned louder, pulling on his hair gently, as he worked on your cunt, 

the knot that was forming in your stomach tightened, “fuck— Chris! M’coming!” You came all over his face.

your chest heaved as his lips parted from your cunt,

“open.” He instructed, 

He placed his glistening fingers into your mouth as you sucked them clean.

you looked at him and then his pants, a wet patch formed on them,

he came by just by pleasing you.

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[solarsturniolo]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Stories ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

✧ Too Damn Long... 1 2 3 4 5

✧ Candy Cane Lane... 1

✧ Everywhere I Go... intro

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Texts Series ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

✧ Skater!Chris... 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30

✧ FwB!Chris... 1 2 3

✧ Best Friend!Chris... 1 2 3 4

✧ Bf!Chris...1

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✧ Sub!Chris

✧ Skater!Chris... 1 2

✧ Frat boy!Chris... 1

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✧ Skater!Chris…best paired with Best Friend!Reader

✧ Frat boy!Chris…best paired with Sweetheart!Reader

✧ Boyfriend!Chris…best paired with Artsy!Reader

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[writtenbyan-aries]

∶ Private Request

∶ Summary: Spy!reader gets detected while on a mission to collect intel on the Sturniolo Mafia, but is it wrong place wrong time, or right place right time?

∶ Warnings: strong language, angsty, enemies to lovers, alcohol, weapons, killing/death, kissing, other [fanfic] mafia themes

∶ Word Count: 9.7k | PART TWO

──⋅── 𝕊 ──⋅──

“What is your location?”

You slowly and casually bring your drink up to your mouth, lowly speaking into the mic imbedded in your bracelet, “By the bar.” You take a sip of your drink as a follow up question sounds through your earpiece, “Do you have eyes on the suspect?”

Your eyes scan around the room, “Not yet.”

You set your drink back down on the bar and continue looking. You give warm smiles to anyone who looks your way, making it seem like you actually belong here.

“We have to get you out of there on T-minus twenty minutes, try and hurry.”

You roll your eyes as you look down and you hear a laugh in your ear piece, “I saw that, y/l/n.”

You look around, stopping when you see a familiar face on the top floor, Myles, the one in your ear, looking down at you. You shake your head and grab your glass, moving across the room.

“I haven’t seen you here before.”

You turn, giving a smile to the gentleman walking up to you, “This is actually my first time attending.” You laugh lightly, “That’s probably why.”

He nods, extending out his hand, “I’m Nicolas.”

You lay your hand in his, “Nice to meet you, Nicolas.”

He smiles, tilting his head, “And you are..” he motions for you to speak and you snort, “Oh, right. Yes. I’m Anastasia, but you can call me Ana.”

“Hmm, Anastasia.” He nods, “Pretty name.”

“Thank you, it was given to me after my aunt.” You smile up at Nicolas and he looks around, “She sounds like she was a great aunt.”

“She was.” You finish your drink, “Oh, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take advantage of the open bar.” You walk away, feeling his eyes still on you. You swallow, resting your elbow on the bar as you talk lowly into your mic, “Was that-“

“Christopher’s brother, Nick? Yes, it was.”

“Thought so.”

“What, them looking almost identical gave it away?”

You laugh, “Mhm.” You point to your glass and the bartender nods, bringing a bottle over to fill up your glass, “Thank you.” You sigh and bring it to your lips, taking a much needed sip.

“So where are you from?” Nick walks up, leaning against the bar, “Are you from around here?”

You look up at him, “I’m originally from Atlanta, but with my dad being in the business, we moved around a lot, and I really liked it here, so I figured I’m a big girl, I can move to Boston if I want.”

He nods, “Yeah, yeah. Boston is nice.”

“Y/n, we need to get you out of there. Now.”

You could tell Myles was trying to not sound frantic, but you could read him like a book. You take a deep breath, “I’ve been here for a while, so I think it’s time I finally head out. It was great meeting you, Nicolas.”

He gives you a half smile, nodding, “Yeah, we were hoping you’d be here tonight, y/n.”

Your heart drops and you tilt your head, “I’m sorry, but I think you have the wrong person.”

“Go, we’ll cover you.”

You start to walk away, quickening your pace as you make it to the front doors. Two men in all black attire, step out, blocking your exit.

“Shit.” You turn, spotting a door that’s swinging open and closed and you bolt, running into the kitchen area.

You had two, if not three people on your tail, and you were desperate for a way out. You turned right, then left, then made another right, running up to a door with an exit sign above it.

You pushed, and pushed, trying to get it open but it wouldn’t budge. You stepped back, hearing the chatter and footsteps growing closer and closer. You ran forward, giving it one good shove and it pops open, giving you an out.

Or so you thought.

You stop when you hear the racking of a few pistols, letting out a sigh as you raise your hands.

“This her?”

“Yes, boss. This is y/n y/l/n.”

“The spy, right?”

“Indeed it is.”

Hands grip your wrists, yanking them down behind you. The clicking of cuffs sound, and you scoff, “You could have asked nicely, I would have done it.”

“Shut up.” He mumbles, “Where’s your wire?”

“On her wrist.” Nick walks up, “Seen her talking into it a few times.” You sigh as the beads from your bracelet fall and bounce on the ground by your feet, “That was expensive.”

“She has an earpiece too, Matt.” Nick points and you just stare at him, “So, what do you want with me? Dead, information on where I’m from?” Nick shrugs as Matt removes your earpiece, “That’s not our decision.”

He points as his brother gets out of the black Sedan, “It’s his.”

You watch as Christopher gets out of the car, your eyes focusing on his as he stares at you, “You’re Christopher?”

He motions to the car behind him, “Get her in.”

You’re pushed forward, but you try and fight back. Nick grabs your other arm, while Matt holds the other and Christopher leans in, “if you want to live, fighting us isn’t in your best interest.��

You clench your jaw, staring at him as Matt and Nick guide you to the car. You scoot into the seat, adjusting your position so the cuffs aren’t digging into your wrists. You blink as the door is slammed closed and Christopher is gone.

The other side opens and he gets in, “Take us home.”

You avoid looking at him, keeping your stare on the back of the headrest in front of you. It’s silent for the first few minutes. You were racking your brain for a way to get out of this situation.

You were one slip away from getting out of the cuffs when the silence is broken, “You can call me Chris, by the way.”

You ignore him, clenching your jaw as you turn your head away from him.

“You don’t have to talk now, but just know that you will when we get back home.”

“What makes you so sure of that?” You mumble, side eyeing him, “You seem to already know everything about me.”

“If that’s what you want to think.” Chris chuckles, “There’s some stuff we don’t.” You roll your eyes, “Like what?”

“Like why you accepted an invitation in the first place, how much intel you have on my group.” He sighs, “Small things like that.”

You lean back, wrists twisting slowly in the cuffs, “So if you know everything but those things, then you know that I’m highly trained in getting out of situations like this?” You pull your hand up, slowly bringing the other one and all Chris does is smirk, “I told Matt not to worry about those in the first place, but he does his own thing, as you can see.”

“So you’re the leader?” You tilt your head, “You don’t strike me as the leading type.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” He nods, “But it’s not all about looks, sweetheart. It’s about the power one can hold. Watch.” He leans up, “Stop the car.”

Your body is jolted forward as the car comes to a halt, “What the f-“ you lean over, looking forward then behind at the cars that have also stopped.

Chris leans over, whispers in your ear, “See, power.” He looks forward, “Keep going, I just had to prove a point.”

The car starts moving and you sigh, “So, you have power. Big deal.” You rest your hands in your lap, “What makes you think that I just won’t let you kill me.”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and find out if that’s true or not.” Chris looks over at you and you look at him, “yeah, I guess we will.”

──⋅── 𝕊 ──⋅──

You were silent the rest of the way, trying to read Chris the whole way to where ever it was you were going, home?

Usually, you have an act for reading people, detecting their next move before they can even make it, but with Chris, you couldn’t figure him out.

He was laid back, relaxed. Didn’t seem stressed whatsoever.

You had no idea what he was going to do, or thinking about doing.

“We’re here, boss.” The driver turns his head and Chris nods, “Okay.” His door opens and he gets out, walking away before your door opens.

“C’mon.” Matt reaches in, pulling you out and you’re slammed against the car, “Slipped out of your cuffs I see. Guess I’ll just-“

“Matt. Relax.” Chris walks up, “Just, take her downstairs until I figure out what to do with her.” You look at Chris and he turns away, walking inside with a group of his men.

Nick walks up, grabbing your arm and he leads you inside and down the steps with Matt.

“Where are you taking me?” You question, looking over at Nick, and Matt speaks before Nick can, “Can you just-“

“I believe I was asking Nick, not you.” You scoff, “Someone’s jealous they didn’t get the crown.”

Matt rips you away from Nick, pushing you against the wall, “This has nothing to do with me not getting anything, it has everything to do with that fact that a little rat like you, was sniffing us out trying to bring everything we’ve built up, down.”

You stare into Matt’s cold eyes, “How about you let me the fuck go. Get your hands off of me, before I really end up hurting you.”

Matt laughs, dropping his hands, “Give me your best shot.”

You stare at him, “No, because I know this trick. Been in something like this before.”

He nods, “Fine, but don’t fucking bark, if you can’t fucking bite.” He grabs your arm, pulling you down the hall towards a cell. You stumble beside him, mumbling to yourself before he pushes you into the room and slams the door shut.

He peers in through the small rectangular window before walking away.

You roll your eyes, leaning against the wall and Nick looks in, “Just, hang tight okay. Chris usually has us end someone on the spot, so he must be planning something for you.”

“Planning something for me?” You scoff, “If you guys want information, don’t sent that asshole back in here to do it.” You nod towards the door and you hear Matt chuckle lowly.

Nick sighs, “Yeah, I think Chris knows that.”

“Good. He fucking better.” You look around as Nick walks away and it felt like hours until finally someone came back down.

You sat up from the cot and stood up, the keys jingling in the door send a chill down your spine.

“Come with me.” Nick motions, “Chris wants to speak with you.”

“He’s not coming down here?” You look at Nick funny and he moves his eyes around, “Do you see him anywhere down here?”

You huff, “Fine.” You walk towards Nick, turning your body away from him as you move past him. You step out into the hall and hold your arm out, “Are you going to escort me?”

“Do you plan on running?” He looks at you and you shrug, “Now why would I tell you something that would be a surprise?”

“I don’t know.” Nick shakes his head, “You’re so annoying.”

“Yeah, well it takes one to know one, now doesn’t it?” You roll your eyes as he grabs your arm, escorting you to the steps, “Go. And incase you’re planning to run, there’s like five guys at the top of the steps waiting to see if you do or not.”

“Way to ruin the fun.” You laugh slightly as you walk up the steps, your eyes meeting Matt’s glare as you reach the top. You squint at the sunlight flooding in through the windows, and you look back at Nick as he points, “Down the hall.”

You turn, walking until you’re told to stop.

Nick knocks and the door opens, a man standing there in all black, like the ones from the party, opens the door.

Nick gives you a nudge and you walk into the room.

“We’ll be fine.” Chris assures as he stands, “You guys can go.”

You glance back as the men nod and leave with Nick, “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” You look back at Chris and he points, “Sit.”

“I’m not a dog.” You cross your arms and Chris sighs, “Fuck, fine. Please, have a seat.”

You fight back a smirk as you walk over to chair in front of his desk and sit down.

“So.” He starts out, leaning back in his chair, “Why were you at the party?” You furrow your brows, “Why’d you invite me?”

He shakes his head, “We’re not- don’t answer my question with a question.”

You roll your eyes, “Fine. I accepted because I’m apart of a group too, but only my group, doesn’t take out people for absolutely no reason.”

Chris scoffs, “You think I don’t have any reason to end the people I do?” He shakes his head, “Clearly, you didn’t get the correct intel.”

“So why? Why do you take out the people that you do?” You cross your arms, leaning back in your seat, “Please, give me one good reason.”

“They’re a threat to me, my brothers. My family.” He tilts his head, “That should be enough reason.”

“Uh huh.” You nod, “Okay. So back to what I was saying.” You look around, “I thought maybe you had invited me because you knew who my father was.”

“Your father contributed to us, y/n. He practically gave us your name.”

You squint, “That’s a lie. My father was against any and all mafia groups.”

He shrugs, slowly letting his shoulders fall, “I guess you really didn’t know your father all that well, or else you would have noticed-“

You stand up, slamming your hands on the desk, “Don’t you ever talk about my father.”

Chris stands up, placing his hands next to yours, “What are you going to do about it?” You glance down, quickly grabbing the scissors that are in the glass cup and press the point into his neck, “One more word and I’ll end you before they get to me.”

He takes a deep breath, a smirk rested on his lips, “You’re going to protect someone who signed your life away before you even knew about it?” He raises his brows, “Bold move, sweetheart.”

“Don’t.” You push the scissors in a little more, “Call me that.”

“Fine. But I think you should know something.”

“What.” You move your eyes from his neck to his and he reaches up, quickly grabbing your wrist. He spins you around and now the scissors are pressing into your neck.

He leans in, tightening his grip before whispering, “The only person you never have to have a guard up with, is me. But I think you already caught onto that.”

He drops the scissors to the floor and pushes you to stand up.

You turn around, “I could have killed you if I wanted to.”

He smirks, “And I could have murdered you, without any hesitation either, but those angelic eyes made me all weak and dizzy.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you.” Chris shrugs, “We can do this all day.”

You sit back down, “What do you want?”

“I told you.” He walks around, sitting on his desk in front of you, “you help me, I help you.” You scoff, shaking your head, “You want me to help you bring down my agency?” You look at him, “How does that help me?”

“Because I can give you a better life, one that you can only ever imagine. You can handle yourself, I know you can. I’ve seen it, just now actually. You trust me, because if you didn’t, you would have actually stuck those scissors in my neck.”

“I don’t trust shit.” You snap, “I’m getting out of here, with information, so you can do what you want with that.”

“I really think you’re mistaken, y/n. You’re not getting out of here. The only way is if you’re going anywhere with me, or in a body bag. Your choice.”

You swallow, shaking your head.

“Think about it. I want you on my side, y/n. You’d be a great asset for me.”

“Is that it? You just want me to become someone who worships the ground you walk on, become a hit man for you?” You look at him and he shakes his head, “No I mean..” he laughs, “Oh, y/n. I don’t think you’re understanding.”

“Clearly, I’m not.”

“I want you to be with me.”

“What?” You laugh, “You think I’d like to be with someone like you?”

“Your dad certainly thought you would.”

You stand up, “Can I go back to the dungeon now?”

“Just, sign this.” He moves back around his desk, pulling out a fancy pen and a sheet of paper, “It just states that you understand why you’re here, you don’t give out any info, and you’ll just do anything we tell you to.”

“Oh, so you’re asshole brother can control me as well?” You shake your head, “No, no thanks.”

“Look, y/n. We’ve been keeping tabs on you, watching you grow into the little spy that you are, which, honestly, I think you were born to do.” He smirks, “Kinda hot actually.”

You roll your eyes, “So what?”

“I like you, and I think you and I can make something great, even better here.” He raises his hands, “I’m not going to make you sign now, but at some point, I just know you’re going to come crawling up here and your fancy signature will be on that line next to my name.”

You scoff, “Whatever.”

“Nick!” He calls and the doors open instantly, Nick walking in, “Yeah?” He motions to you, “Take her back down, she’s got some thinking to do, and keep Matt away from her.”

You stare at him, a smirk playing with your lips, but you turn before it can fully form.

Nick leads you back downstairs and as he closes the door, you turn around, “Do you think I should sign that contract?”

He shrugs, “That’s up to you. If you don’t, these are the only four walls you’ll see most of the days.” He sighs, “I’m not.. trying to sound like an asshole, I just want keep it straight with you.”

“I’m not getting out of here am I?”

He shakes his head, “Not unless you kill every single one of us, but even then, you’ll have people on your ass from all over, so it’s not worth it to even try.”

“Why are you so nice to me even though you called me annoying like ten minutes ago?”

He laughs, “Someone’s gotta be the good cop, right?”

“I feel like there’s more to that.” You tilt your head, “What?” He shakes his head, “Chris is pushing to get a leading lady, why? I don’t know. But he’s set on having you as his lady.”

“Why me though?”

“Why not you?” He leans against the door, “You’re highly trained and skilled in not only being a spy, but assassinations, too. I mean, I’m not saying that chris would put your life on the line, because between me and you, he’s really got it bad for you.”

You shake your head, “I just can’t throw myself into a relationship. I’m good at what I do, but when it comes to this, I think about putting scissors into the side of his neck before anything else.”

“You tried that. Didn’t work out, too well, now did it?” Nick scrunches up his nose and sighs, “Well, chris said you have some thinking to do, so you might want to get to it.”

“Can I at least get something to eat? I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since last night.” You sit back down and he nods, “I’ll see about getting you comfortable clothes, too.”

“Thanks.” You mumble, letting out a sigh as you lay back onto the cot. Your eyes search the ceiling, then the wall, moving to the window. You huff at the fact that if you got up and tried, you couldn’t get out.

You weren’t getting out.

The longer you laid there, the more you thought, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad? A set life, protection, anything you could ever want?

“No.” You sit up, shaking your head, “Fuck.”

There’s a knock on the cell door and you stand up, “Thanks Nick, I-“

“Wrong brother.” Chris smirks as he pops the door open, “Figured we could have a little dinner together and talk.”

You sigh as you sit back down, “I don’t really have a choice, so why not.” You reach out, taking the bag of food from his hand. He sits down on the ground in front of you, “You ask, I’ll answer.”

You stay quiet for a second, “I talked to Nick, but I want to hear it from you.” You look up at him and he nods, “Alright.”

“Why me?”

“Why not you?” He chuckles, “Just look at yourself, you’re beautiful, skilled as fuck, and just overall incredible.”

“Flattering won’t get you anywhere.” You roll your eyes as you focus on the dinner on your lap. He laughs, “I’m just being honest, you asked, and I answered.”

After a minute of silence, he sighs, “I think you and I could be a kick ass team, y/n. You already have so much power, did you take notice to how many people escort you through the house?”

“I was out once?” You glare at him and he laughs which only angers you more. He holds his hands up, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but seriously. Usually when we hold people here, you know for unpaid debt, rats, people who think they have more power than me, there’s like six guys on one.”

“Is that a jab at me?” You raise a brow and he shakes his head, “No, not at all. I’m trying to give you more power, but yet you’re being so stubborn and won’t fucking take it.”

“Because I have a life outside of this that I actually really didn’t mind living.”

He stares at you and you sigh, your voice low, “But I guess that doesn’t matter now, does it?”

“See, you’re catching on really quick.” He smirks, “Now, I have this gala coming up in a few days, and I would really like if you were my date.”

You almost choke on your food, “What?”

He nods, “Yeah, every year I like to have a party for my men, honor them for being such proactive and honorable men.” He shrugs, “No big deal or anything.”

“And you want me.. to accompany you.. why?” You tilt your head and he shrugs, “Think of it as a trial run for our future.”

“You’re speaking like you already have it planned.”

“That such a bad thing?”

You furrow your brows, “That’s weird.”

He brushes off your words, “What other questions do you have for me?” You straighten up, “Where is Myles?”

“Your in ear personnel?” Chris smirks, “He got out, but in our defense, we were only focused on you that night.” He laughs, “Did you also take notice that you were the only person who wasn’t checked by security? I mean, for being one of the top spies in the world, you sure were stupid that night.”

“How is you sitting there calling me names going to make your luck with me any better?” You tilt your head and he shrugs, “I’m just calling it like I see it, ma.”

“Right.. okay.” You crumple up your bag and toss it at him, “Did Nick ask you about clothes?” He stands up, “Follow me.”

He walks over to the door and opens it, stopping when he notices you’re standing still, “I’m not going to hurt you, y/n. Now come on, please?”

You sigh, walking over to him and he lays his hand on your waist but you brush it off, “I’m not going to run.”

“I didn’t think you were.”

You scoff and follow him up the steps. You make it to another set of stairs and soon you reach a bedroom.

“I figured you’d want out of that dungeon, as you called it, so here.” He motions to the room and you shake your head, “You’re giving me my own room?”

“I want you to be comfortable while you’re here.” Chris smiles, “And before you try, you’re not going to be able to open any of the windows.”

“Why am I not surprised.” You glance at him and he walks over to you, “just think, if you make the right choice, you can have windows that open.”

He winks and walks towards the door, “Get changed, relax. I’m next door if you need anything.”

Next door, you think, how convenient.

“Thanks.” You mumble, letting out a sigh as you turn to walk over towards the closet. Your jaw hits the floor when you see the spacious wall in, filled top to bottom in clothes.

It had you questioning, does chris have another woman? Other women?

“I know what you’re thinking.” Nick’s voice startles you a bit, “Sorry, I thought you heard me knock.”

You shake your head, “No, I didn’t. But what am I thinking?” You turn around, leaning on the wall as Nick walks over, “Lot of clothes just lying around for one new girl right?”

“Something like that.” You glance back into the closet, “Did he just have them lying around, or.. do they belong to another woman, or women?”

“Brand new. He sent out a few guys to get stuff earlier today.” He sighs, “Did you make a choice yet?”

You didn’t know how to answer that, on one hand, you had your life and you wanted to go back to it, but on the other hand, you were torn. You seen where chris was coming from, and he already knew everything about you.

“I don’t know.” You shake your head, “I’m just.. confused by everything? Like this- I never pictured myself in a situation like this.”

“Yeah, it’s not everyday that people picture getting taken hostage by the Sturniolo Mafia.” He lets out a slight laugh, “It’s not funny but-“

“No.” You laugh, “It’s hilarious actually. I know how dangerous you guys are, and I know I should be scared but yet, there is one tiny part in me that knows I’m safe.”

He nods, “Chris made it clear that you’re not an enemy and even though it’s hard for you to see it, neither are we.”

“He asked me to go to a gala with him. One to celebrate you guys, I guess.” You shrug, “I just don’t want to see anyone get hurt.”

“You think your team will find you?” Nick asks and you nod, “They’ve probably been non stop trying since you picked me up.”

“It all comes down to you, y/n. You can fight your way out, which, I can tell you it won’t end well, or you can join us. If it means anything, I think you’d help out greatly.”

You smirk, “I don’t understand what’s so special about me. I’m a professional business invader.”

“And that’s why. You can help us get ahead on so many things. You’re just.. perfect in every aspect.” Nick looks around and you laugh, “does he send you in here because he knows we’re cool like this?”

He laughs, “Yes and no. I come in because I genuinely like you as a person and I think we’d be great friends, but Chris is my brother and I also think you’d be great with him, so hold it against me if you want, but I’m playing for both teams, you know?”

“I like how honest you are, Nick. Thank you.” You smile and he nods, “Think about it. I’m serious. We’d keep you safe, everyone is afraid of us.”

You nod, “Is there a bathroom where I can shower?”

“Grab your stuff, follow me.”

Nick leads you to a bathroom that’s like four masters put together. This place was huge. You walk over, turning on the tub and you plug the drain.

You finally get out of your uncomfortable gown from the mission that failed and step into the hot water. You let out a sigh as you settle in, taking a deep breath as you just close your eyes and picture yourself anywhere other than here.

But what’s weird, is that you picture being with chris.

You snap your eyes open, slowly looking around. You let out a sigh as you settled back in, trying to think of anything other than what chris offered, but it’s haunting you.

Or you’re trying to convince yourself, one or the other.

“Fuck.” You whisper, running your hands over your face, “okay.”

You stared up at the ceiling, your mind running ten miles a minute as you weighed the pros and cons of this contact, deal bullshit.

Outside of here, you were living secret lives, multiple identities, wigs, makeup, catching flights non stop. You love what you do, but it can just get exhausting, especially being the only one who can execute a job perfectly.

But, in here. You’re just, y/n, and it’s almost like it’s a breath of fresh air that you’ve been dying to get.

You didn’t want to go against your team, but maybe if they didn’t treat you the way they did most times, like an animal with a go pro, the choice wouldn’t become as easy as it is.

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After dressing, you opened the door, looking out to see two men standing on either side of the door.

“Y/n.” The one nods and you furrow your brows, “Mr. Security man.” You shake your head and walk down the hall.

“Hey.” Chris says as he comes to a stop at the top of the stairs, “I see Nick showed you where the bathroom is.”

You nod, “Yeah, he did.” You tilt your head, “Can we.. um, talk in your office, or somewhere?” He nods, “Yeah, yeah. Come on.” He walks up to you, leading you towards his office, “Right in here.” He motions and you walk in, “Thanks.”

“You know, for someone who isn’t sure about this, you’ve become very polite.” Chris chuckles as he closes the door and you sigh, “Yeah, I mean.. maybe I’m starting to understand that I’m not an enemy.”

You look at him and he nods, “I can see Nick has been talking to you, as well.”

You nod, “You’re not going to punish him for that, are you?”

Chris scoffs, “Why would I punish one of my best guys for trying to help me?” He furrows his brows, “That would just be cruel.” He sits down on the front of his desk, motioning for you to sit in front of him, “What would you like to talk about?”

“That contract.” You look up at him as you sit down, “I need to know a few things before I literally sign my life away.”

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” He smiles, walking around to sit at his desk, “What are you list of demands?”

“I’m not just someone you can control.” You start, “I don’t want anyone to tell me what I can and can’t do. If I’m going to be with you-“ you pause as Chris snaps his head up to look up at you, “So you’ve been thinking about it?”

You nod, “I’ve been thinking about it.” You shift in your seat, “Here.. I’m just, y/n.” He nods as you continue, “Out there, I was fifteen different people and I just- what I’m trying to say is that I am my own person, Chris.”

“Of course you are. Our conversation earlier got a little out of hand.” He chuckles, “And if you didn’t almost put scissors in my neck, we would have been able to talk like we are right now.”

“It’s- you brought up my father, and that’s a touchy subject.”

He nods, “My apologies on that one.” He clears his throat, “So, you’re your own person, no fake identities, no missions you yourself do not want to do. What else?”

“If..” you take a deep breath, “If I attend this gala with you, I need to know I’m going to be protected.”

“I think you and I both know that that isn’t even a question.” He raises his brows, “I almost knock Matt on his ass for ripping your arms like he did when we first met. The only reason why I didn’t, was because I had my own image to uphold. I couldn’t take the side of a spy until we got her here and seen what she would try to do.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

Chris leans forward, “As long as you’re with me, y/n. Nothing and nobody will ever hurt you ever again.”

You stare at him, “Is that a promise?”

“For as long as I live.” He nods, “Once your name is next to mine, you’re top dog, just like me.”

You chew on your lip, “I just-“

“I know, you have your doubts, sweetheart. But I promise, I’ll give you everything and anything.” He stands up, walking around to kneel before you. He holds his hand out and you slowly lay your hand into his.

You couldn’t explain what or why it was happening, but you didn’t dislike it.

He gives it a squeeze, “I know, the way we met wasn’t ethical, but I promise, I’ll spend everyday making up for it, making you feel comfortable and safe with me.”

You give him a nod, taking your hand from his and leaning forward to reach around him to grab a pen from the cup.

His face was dangerously close to yours, if you turned, your lips would be on his, and a part of you wanted to turn.

You leaned back slowly, turning to look into his eyes, “Where do I sign?”

He gives you a big smile, and my god was it beautiful.

He gets up, walking around his desk to push the piece of paper across the dark colored surface. He drags his finger from his name in cursive, to the blank line next to it, “Right here, sweetheart.”

You take a breath, leaning forward. The tip of the pen hovers over the blank space a few seconds before pressing onto the paper.

You signed your name.

“So..” you look up at Chris, “Now what?”

“Welcome to the family, y/n.” He smiles, extending his hand out to you. You stand up, taking his hand into yours and he brings it up to his lips.

He presses a few kisses onto your knuckles before looking up at you, “It’s an honor to have you.”

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Over the last few days, Chris has been showing you around the property, telling you where everything is and who everyone was.

At night, you found yourself lying awake, staring out the window as you thought about whether this was a huge mistake or not. But along with getting shown everything, you’ve been finding yourself growing closer to Chris, rather quickly at that.

The more you seen, the more safe you felt with him.

It was three am, the morning of the Gala and you kept tossing and turning.

“If you need anything, I’m right next door.”

Chris’ reminder rang in your ears and it’s like your legs had a mind of their own because they kicked the blankets off of your body and you were up and out of bed, making your way to your door.

You slowly opened it, peaking out before stepping out and closing it behind you. You walked over to Chris’ door, gently knocking a few times.

You stepped back, picking at your nails as you awaited the opening of the big door before you. You gave it a few seconds and right when you were about to knock again, it opened, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Your eyes scanned up Chris’ bare torso as they made their way to his eyes, “I, um. Can’t sleep.”

He extends his arm out, “Come here.” You walk in, leaning into his body as it wraps around you. He pushes the door closed and walks you to the bed, “What’s going on?”

You shrug, sitting on, “I just can’t sleep, I think I’m nervous about tonight, I don’t know.”

“Here.” He points to his bed, “You can sleep in here if you think that’ll help.”

You nod, moving up the bed as he gets back into it. He pulls the blankets up, “Are you worried about your past coming to try and pull you back in?”

You let out a small sigh, “Can I be honest?”

“Please.”

“I’ve never..” you shift around, “I’ve never been on this side of the darkness before.”

“The darkness?” He chuckles quietly, “What do you mean?”

“I-I don’t..” you sigh, “Sorry, that sounded I didn’t-“ you stop talking as his hand slides over your waist, “Come over here before you fall off the edge of the bed.”

You let out a laugh, “Sorry I-“

“Hey.” He slides his hand up to your shoulder, his voice low in your ear, “You don’t ever have to be sorry to me, you got that?”

“Yes, Chris.” You nod, turning your head slightly, “When I meant the darkness, I just, meant-“

“A part of a mafia? You’ve always been on the outside looking in, never the inside looking out.” He finds the words that you can’t and you nod, “Exactly.”

He moves closer to you, tightening his arm around your waist, “I mean everything I tell you. I won’t hide any bullshit from you. If I’m killing a man, chances are you’ll be the first to know.”

You don’t know what to say. Even though you know what this is, it’s like you were this lost puppy that he was caring for and everything was new to you.

“We’re in this together now, y/n.” He whispers, “Even if everything between us isn’t official, I got you. And I know, that when the time comes, you got me.”

The words fly right out of your mouth, “I got you.”

He presses a kiss to your head and takes a deep breath, “Rest, sweetheart. We have a big night tonight.”

And just like that, you were out like a light.

The sunlight peaking through the window causes you to stir around. Chris’ low morning voice is what causes you to wake up, “Good morning.”

Your eyes flutter open and you give him a smile, “Good morning.”

“Did you sleep good?” He asks as he rolls over to face you, “you look rested.”

You nod, “Yeah, actually. That’s the best nights sleep I’ve had in I can’t tell you how long.” He smiles, “Well, if you want. You can call this your room from now on, and your old room can just be your closet.”

You laugh, “Sorry, that’s just.. I’ve never had, that, before.”

“Everything is still new. It’ll get easier by the day.” He sits up, “I have some dresses coming for you tonight, you can pick whatever one you like.”

You sit up, running a hand through your hair, “Thank you.” You smile at him and he gives you a nod, “No problem.”

“Wait.” You reach out, grabbing onto his arm as he goes to get up. He stops, glancing down at your hand before looking up at you, “What is it, baby?”

Your heart skips a beat and starts thumping louder and louder as you lean in. He doesn’t move, he waits for you to press your lips to his before kissing back.

He smirks as you lean away, “What was that for?”

You shrug, “Figured I’d try another new thing.”

He smiles, “Can you do that again?” He raises his brows, “if you want to.” You nod, swallowing before leaning in to press your lips to his.

“You know, you’re pretty nice for a Mafia leader.” You smirk, leaning back to look at him as he shrugs with a smile, “I’m only nice to those I really, really like.”

“I tried to bust you, and yet-“

“Let’s not talk about that, okay?” He reaches out, “We can talk about that later. Right now, I’m going to go make sure everything is set for tonight, you go down. Meet Nick, get some breakfast, and I’ll be on my office if you need me.”

His eyes bounce from your lips to your eyes and you smile, “You don’t have to ask, Chris.” He leans in as soon as your words are done and presses a few kisses to your lips, “I love doing that.”

You smile, “Yeah, it’s nicer than I thought.”

He rolls his eyes, “Yeah, okay.” He laughs and gets up, throwing on a sweatshirt, “You know where to find me.”

You nod, “That I do.” You get up after he leaves and you can’t help but look around his room. You found a few guns in hidden places, but to your surprise, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

As you make your way out of Chris’ room, you stop when you see Matt walking down the hall.

You look around and sigh as he walks up to you, “Hey, y/n.”

“Matt.” You look at him and he sighs, “Sorry for being such a dick. You were an enemy at the time and I usually don’t do very well with that label, but now since you’re-“ he motions to Chris’ office, “I owe you an apology.”

You nod, “Well, thank you. Oh.” You point, “Just so you know, I was out of those cuffs as soon as you put me in the car.”

He smirks, “Yeah, Chris told me but I don’t like to listen.”

You raise your brows, “Definitely noted.” You laugh as you walk away, meeting Nick downstairs and you talk to him over breakfast. You mainly fill him on how your night was, and how even though you already knew a lot prior to this, you feel closer to Chris, and he raises his brows.

You stop, “What’s that look for?”

He smirks, shaking his head, “Nothing, it’s just.. I’ve known Chris all my life, we were brought up in this business, and I’ve never seen him act this way over anyone before.”

“What way do you mean?”

“Okay, so. There was one other girl before you, and let’s just say, he smiles more around you in a day than he did with her in the few months she was here.”

“What-“

He shakes his head and you raise your brows, “Got it.”

“For whatever reason, Chris was drawn to you the second we got you on our radar. That’s not something to take lightly. Even though he might not look it. He’s a very serious person and-“

Yelling from upstairs catches both or your attentions.

It makes your heart race.

You stand up, “should we-“ Nick grabs your arm, “No, just let it blow over. Someone must have got something wrong about tonight, I’ll go. You stay here.”

You watch as Nick leaves the dining room and you can’t help but to walk over to the door, trying to see if you can hear anything.

“They should have been here a fucking hour ago!” Chris yells, “What’s so fucking hard about making something this goddamn simple, work?!”

You raise your brows, Chris getting mad was oddly intriguing.

“They’re dresses for tonight. For her. I said I wanted everything to be perfect, so that’s what it should be, correct?!”

Chris getting defensive over something for you, wasn’t oddly intriguing.

It was hot. No one has ever gotten like that over you before. Maybe you did make the right choice?

You see him walk over to the steps, stopping when he sees you standing in the entryway, “Fuck, baby. I’m sorry.” You shake your head, a smirk resting on your lips. He tilts his head, giving you a smirk back before turning around and walking away.

After some time, Nick and Chris walk down and Chris walks over to you, “Come with me.” He takes your hand and leads you into a large living area, “Here are your picks for tonight.”

Your jaw drops at the gorgeous gowns in front of you, “Oh.. my god.” You look at Chris, “These.. these are beautiful.”

“Completely opposite of the one you were wearing the other night.” Chris lays a hand on your back, “Take all the time you need, try them on, figure out which one you like best.”

“I just hope they’re comfier than the one I was wearing the other night.” You laugh slightly as you walk up to the gowns.

“You still looked breathtaking though, even in a cheap gown like that one.” Chris chuckles as you smile at him, “Hey, I thought that gown was pretty at the time.”

“Then it was pretty at the time.” He smiles, “I have a meeting to run here in a little, if you want we can meet after and I can fill you in?”

You nod, “Yeah, sounds good.” You point to the dresses, “I think I’m going to take these up and try them on.”

“I’ll get someone to do it for you.” Chris goes to turn but you stop him, “I can get them. Don’t bug anyone.”

“You’re sure?” He raises his brows and you nod, “Yes, I’m capable.”

“Okay.” He walks up, pecking hour cheek, “See you in a bit.” You smile as he walks away and you grab the dresses, making your way up to your room now closet.

You spend time trying each dress on, taking a good look at each one before changing back into your clothes.

There’s a knock on the door and you turn, “Come in.”

Chris walks in and closes the door, “Pick a dress?” You nod, “I do believe I did.” You look from him to the dresses and back to him as he walks up, “Well, don’t tell me. I want to be surprised.”

He cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss, “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” You nod, “I’m good.”

“That meeting was about who’s coming tonight, well, we already know who’s coming, but it was for the special guests.”

You tilt your head, “Are you talking about people from my-“

“Yes” he cuts you off, “So tonight, I’m going to need you to identify them for me. Can you do that?” His thumb gently move over your cheeks and you nod, “I can do that.”

“Good.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, “Do you need anything, have any questions?”

“Who’s going to be with me tonight?”

He chuckles, “Me, of course. I’m not leaving your side.”

You nod, “Okay.” Your hands slide down his sides and he pulls you into his body, wrapping his arms around you, “I got you, baby.”

You were nervous. Tonight was the night that really sealed the deal.

“I’m a little nervous.” You admit, “Mainly because I don’t want to see anyone, especially you, get hurt.” He smiles, “I can handle myself.”

“I know, but I just-“

“Hey. Everything is going to be okay.” He assures, “I promise, and if it’s not. You’re the first person I’m getting out of there.”

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It took you longer than you thought to get ready.

There were so many choices of earrings, bracelets, necklaces and shoes to choose from. One thing went with one but not the rest, you were stressing because you wanted to look your absolute best and not like you were a nervous wreck.

You were scared of how you’d react if you seen someone you once knew get hurt, or even worse, how you’d react if Chris, or anyone from his family got hurt.

There was a knock on the door and Nick peaks his head in, “Cars are leaving in five.” He raises his brows as you stand up, “Wow, look at you.”

You smile slightly, “Is it too much?”

He shakes his head, “Not at all.” He smirks, “That’s the dress Chris was hoping you’d pick. Looks like you two have the same tastes in fashion.”

You look down, running your hands over the satin fabric, “Yeah, I guess we do.”

“Isn’t it crazy how much you guys know about each other but yet, everything still feels brand new?”

You look up at him, “I was thinking that earlier.” You laugh, “As crazy as it seems, I feel like this is what I was meant to do.”

“Crazy how shit works out, huh?” He motions, “Alright, come on. I’ll go tell him you’re coming down.” He leaves and you make sure you have everything before walking out and heading towards the steps.

You take a deep breath as you reach them, the small train of your black backless dress trailing behind you as you slowly walk down.

Chris’ eyes were on you the second he could see you, and they haven’t left.

He walks to meet you at the bottom, holding out his hand, “Look at you. You look absolutely beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.” You smile, “You look good in a suit.”

He shrugs with a laugh, “I tried.”

“Ready?” Matt walks in and Nick nods, looking at you, “Ready?” You take a deep breath and nod, “Let’s go celebrate.”

Chris leads you out to the middle car, opening your door for you and allowing you to get in before walking around to get in himself.

He takes your hand in his and shakes his head, “I was hoping you’d pick that dress.”

You smile, “That’s what Nick said. I guess we have the same sense of fashion, huh?” You laugh as he nods, “I can’t get over how beautiful you look, fuck.”

You can feel your cheeks darkening, “Thank you, baby.”

He smirks, “Baby, huh?”

You roll your eyes with a smile, “Don’t push it.”

“You got it.” He gives your hand a squeeze and he rests his head back, “I just have to ask one more time, you’re sure about tonight? I can take you home and-“

You cut him off, “Over the last few days, you have shown me so much more love than I’ve ever received in my lifetime.” You reach up to cup his cheek, “I feel like I’m where I belong, Chris.”

He smiles, nodding his head, “I’m happy to hear that.”

You rest your head back against the headrest, “You might have to kill them tonight.”

“I’m fine with that.” Chris nods, “Do you think they’ll try anything?”

“They’d be stupid to, especially in a place that’s filled with mafia members.” You look over at him, “They’ll probably try and get me alone, ask me what I’m doing.”

“You’re not going anywhere without me.” Chris squeezes your hand, “absolutely no where.”

You squeeze his hand back, “I didn’t say I was.”

“No, baby. I know.” He sighs, “Sorry I-“

“We’re here, boss.”

“Okay. Just, give us a minute.” Chris looks from the driver to you, “I feel like I’ve waited forever for the perfect person and now that I have you I just-“

You shut him up with a kiss, “We’re going to be fine.”

He nods, “Whatever you say.” He smiles and reaches up to pinch your chin gently, “Move over here when I get out.” You nod, sliding across the seat and stepping out.

All eyes were on you.

“Just follow me, sweetheart.” He links his arm with yours and guides you inside. Your eyes scan the beautifully decorated venue, “You did good.” He smiles down at you, “Thank you, I’m glad you think so.”

He leads you up to the steps and over to the center to look out over the guests flowing in.

You were on high alert, your eyes scanning over each face in the crowd twice just to make sure. You give Chris’ hand a squeeze, your eyes staying on the man walking through the crowd, “There’s one. Moving towards Matt.”

Chris looks at the guy beside you and he speaks to Matt through his earpiece, “One moving towards you, Matt. Roughly five six. Dark hair. Sunglasses on top of his head.”

“That’s Drenco.” You look back at the guard and he nods, “Says his name is Drenco.”

You watch as Matt moves towards him, but your attention is taken away from him and moved to another familiar face, “Chris.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Another. Twelve o’clock. Just walked in the doors. Henries.” You look over at him and the guard next to Chris radio’s it in to the one by the door, “Guy that just walked in, six one. Blonde hair. Name is Henries.”

“Two down. Two to go.” Chris mumbles as he glances over at you, “You doing okay?” You look at him, “I think I need a drink.”

He nods, “Come with me.” He stands up, not letting go of your hand as you rise from your seat. You walk down the hall and stop when Myles pops out from the side door, grabbing Chris from behind, “The fuck are you doing, y/n?”

Chris goes to reach for his gun, but Myles pressed the barrel of the gun go his temple, “Don’t even think about it.” The men who were with you walk up beside you and Chris, guns drawn.

“I’m going to need you to let him go. Now.”

You stay silent and he asks again, “You’re really going to do this? Fuck over the people who trained you? Protected you?”

He walks back through the door, dragging Chris with him. You were instantly pissed the second he grabbed him, “Let him go, Myles.”

“We have been searching and searching for you, y/n, and here you are, getting into bed with the most dangerous person in this city.” He motions to Chris with the gun and Chris scoffs, “Hey. We haven’t gotten that far yet, alright? And it’s pretty disrespectful that you’d come up into my party waving around a gun, like come on.”

“You need to leave.” You speak up, “If you don’t leave on your own, you’ll leave on theirs.”

“Nah, baby. These are your terms now.” Chris glances at you and you nod, glancing at the guy beside you, “Let him go.”

Myles laughs and shakes his head, “Oh this is just perfect.”

You step closer, “I said, let him go.”

Myles points the gun at you, but Chris quickly knocks it upward, turning to land a punch to his face. Myles is quick, he kicks Chris back and you move up, attempting to fight back, but Myles is still stronger than you.

He pushes you behind him and that’s when the two men step in, attempting to disarm him, but Myles ends up knocking out the one, and disarming the other. He goes to grab you but Chris steps forward, “Don’t you fucking touch her.”

Myles reaches back, quickly pulling out a backup gun and aiming it at Chris, “She doesn’t belong to you assholes, now get the fuck down.” He points the gun to the floor and Chris looks at you.

You nod, moving your eyes to a gun that’s right in front of you.

He nods once and starts to get down on his knees, hands on his head. Myles takes a step closer to Chris, “You and your pathetic family are all going to burn in hell.” He cocks his arm back, connecting his fist with Chris cheek.

Chris groans and you feel a fire burn inside of you, one you haven’t ever felt before.

You immediately went into action.

You dropped down, swiping the legs of Myles out from under him while grabbing the gun as you stood up. You didn’t hesitate with aiming the gun at Myles and pulling the trigger before he could even think about searching for his that was no longer in his hand.

You drop the gun, looking at Chris and he stands up, lunging towards you. His arms wrap tightly around your waist as he backs you up towards the wall, “Are you okay? are you okay?” He leans back, running his hands over your cheeks, “You’re good?”

“Yes. I’m good. I’m good.” You nod, “I told you I got you.”

He smiles, planting his lips on yours, “I know, baby.” He kisses you a few more times before moving to the man that was knocked out, “Kev. Kev. You with me buddy?”

He nods, groaning as he sits up, “Fucker was quick.”

“Not quick enough.” The other man chuckles, “Nice work, y/n.” He nods at you and you smile, “Thanks. Are you okay?”

He nods, “Yeah, thank you.”

Chris stands up and wraps his arm around your waist, “You guys got this?” You watch as they nod and Matt comes in through the door, “We got two down stairs.” He leans around, “Whoa. Who did that?”

“Y/n.” Chris says with a proud smirk.

Matt raises his brows, nodding in approval, “Remind me to never piss you off again.”

You laugh slightly, “Got it. Um, there should be one more. You said there was four, right?” You look at Chris and he nods, “Yeah, but let’s go get you that drink now, I think you’ve earned it.”

You smile and follow him and Matt out. As you’re gazing over the crowd as you walk towards the steps, you come to a stop, your heart sinking into your stomach.

“What? What is it, baby?” Chris moves to stand next to you and you shake your head in disbelief, “That-“ you look at Chris, “My father is here.”

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This is my first Mafia fic, so please don’t judge me too hard. Thank you so much for reading! I love you all so much! Catch you in the next one!

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𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝒔͟𝒆͟𝒏͟𝒔͟𝒆͟𝒍͟𝒆͟𝒔͟𝒔 𝑖𝑛 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : alright, babes, heads up because this is about to get filthy, and I’m talking full-on smut, no filter, no shame; if you can’t handle the heat, bounce now, because i’m not holding back .ᐟ

you’d just stepped out of the shower with chris, the bathroom still steamy, the air thick with the scent of soap and warm water.

you’d both washed off the day; his hands brushing your skin here and there, your fingers grazing his chest, but it hadn’t gone further; no sex, just teasing touches, the tension simmering under the surface.

now, you’re drying off, your skin damp and flushed, droplets sliding down your arms, your hair sticking to your neck. chris is beside you, shirtless, his dark hair wet and messy, beads of water trailing over his broad shoulders and down his chest, catching in the sparse hair there.

his grey sweatpants sit low, clinging to his hips from the moisture, the outline of his cock already faintly visible through the fabric.

you catch his eye in the foggy bathroom mirror, and something shifts, his gaze darkens, his jaw tightens, and that cocky smirk you know too well creeps onto his lips.

he’s been holding back, but now, out of the shower, that control snaps like a frayed wire.

“face the mirror,” he says, voice rough and low, stepping closer. “wanna see you watch me fuck you.”

your pulse spikes, but you don’t hesitate, dropping the towel you’d barely wrapped around yourself. it hits the tile with a soft thud, leaving you naked, your nipples pebbling in the cooler air, your pussy already stirring with heat as you brace your hands on the sink, the porcelain cold and slick under your palms, your reflection staring back—wet hair framing your face, lips parted, eyes wide with anticipation.

chris doesn’t wait, just shoves his sweatpants down in one quick motion, freeing his cock, thick, hard, the head an angry red, veins pulsing along the shaft, already leaking precum from how worked up he is.

he steps up behind you, his hands rough as they grab your hips, fingers digging into your damp skin, pulling you back against him.

“look at yourself, ma,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck as he lines himself up, the tip of his cock brushing your entrance, slick with your arousal and the leftover water. “gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t think straight.”

before you can respond, he slams into you, no warning, no buildup, just raw, brutal force. his cock stretches you wide, filling you to the hilt, the sudden intrusion ripping a loud moan from your throat.

your head drops, but chris grabs your hair, wet strands tangling in his fist, yanking your head back so you’re forced to meet your own gaze in the mirror.

“nah, keep those eyes up,” he snaps, his hips already moving, thrusting into you hard and fast, the pace relentless from the jump. “watch how i break you.”

your reflection is a mess: cheeks flushed, mouth open, gasping as he pounds into you, the mirror shows everything, from your tits bouncing with each brutal thrust to the water still dripping from your skin, mixing with sweat as it beads on your chest. chris looms behind you, his face tight with focus, eyes darting between your expression and the way his cock disappears into your pussy, glistening with your wetness. the sound is filthy, wet slaps of skin on skin, the squelch of him fucking you open, your moans blending with his low grunts.

“fuck, so tight,” he groans, his grip on your hair tightening, pulling your head back further so your neck arches, exposing your throat in the mirror. “look at that pussy takin’ me... fuckin’ made for this.”

you can’t look away, not with him holding you like that while your body jolts with every thrust, your ass smacking against his hips, his cock hitting deep, stretching you so good it hurts, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming. your legs tremble, threatening to give out, but chris keeps you steady, one hand sliding to your hip, fingers bruising your flesh as he pulls you back onto him.

“chris—shit—” you choke out, your voice cracking as he rams into you harder, the sink rattling under your grip. your reflection’s unrecognizable with wild hair, eyes glassy, drool starting to slick your chin as he fucks you senseless.

“yeah, that’s it,” he says, voice raw and ragged, his thrusts turning sloppy but no less forceful. “love seein’ you like this, fallin’ apart while i fuck you raw.”

he shifts, letting go of your hair to grab both your hips, bending you forward more, your ass high, your face inches from the mirror now.

the angle’s punishing, his cock slams deeper, scraping that spot inside you that makes your vision blur, and you scream, the sound echoing off the tiles. you can see him fully now, his shoulders flexing, his abdominal region tightening with each thrust, his eyes wild with lust as he watches himself fuck you.

“look at me fuckin’ you,” he pants, his voice strained, his cock throbbing inside you as he picks up the pace, relentless, animalistic. “watch how i own this pussy, ma.”

your eyes lock with his in the mirror, and it’s too much; the sight of him railing you, his cock slick with your juices, your tits bouncing hard, your pussy clenching around him, dripping down your thighs. the bathroom smells of sex now sharp, musky, mixed with the lingering soap and steam, and it’s dizzying. your reflection’s a wreck, your body shaking, your mind blanking out as he drives into you over and over.

“chris—fuck, i can’t—” you whimper, your legs buckling, your voice slurring as the pleasure drowns you, but he holds you firm, his grip bruising, his thrusts unforgiving.

“you can, and you will,” he snarls, leaning in close, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot on your ear. “gonna fuck you ‘til you’re dumb, ‘til you can’t say shit but my name.”

and he keeps going, relentless, his cock slamming into you so hard you feel it in your bones, the pressure building fast and fierce. your orgasm hits like a punch, your pussy clamping down on him, a rush of wet heat soaking his cock as you scream, your reflection blurring with tears, your body shaking uncontrollably. chris groans, loud and primal, his thrusts stuttering as he cums, his cock pulsing, unloading thick, hot spurts inside you, filling you up as he watches himself in the mirror with a feral grin.

he slows finally, his cock still buried deep, twitching as he catches his breath, and then he pulls out slow, a wet, obscene sound as his cum drips from you, splattering on the tile below, streaking down your thighs. he steps back, panting, his sweatpants half-on, his chest heaving, and smirks at your wrecked reflection—hair a tangled mess, face streaked with sweat and tears, body trembling.

“told you i’d make you watch,” he says, voice low and smug, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “you look fuckin’ hot like that.”

you can barely stand, your legs jelly, your mind scrambled, but you manage a shaky laugh, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “fuck you, chris.”

“anytime,” he fires back, leaning against the wall, still eyeing you like he’s ready to go again if you say the word.

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Omgggg come back!! I have seen so much smut recently and I cannot dealllll :( Anywayyyy I was wondering if you could write something wedding themed totally up to you what you want, happy sad whatever I just literally finished your master list and need more lellll x Thank so much bby

The Big Day Chris Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: Heartbreak on your wedding day.

Word Count: 1375 words

Chris was sitting in the back of his parent's minivan that you had both spent countless nights in when you were teens. As they drove down the streets painted with memories of your younger years, his heart began to race.

“How are you feeling?” Nick asked from beside him.

Chris ignored the question and instead responded with, “Will you fix your fucking tie?”

MaryLou caught his eye in the rearview mirror and offered a gentle smile. You’re going to be fine, sweetheart, is what she wanted to say but, she refrained. Today was a big day and she knew that Chris wasn’t good at times like this.

As they pulled into the church parking lot, it was filled with faces from their past and strangers that somehow made the invite list. Surely half of these people were friends of your parents that not even you recall meeting over the years.

As Chris got out of the car, your younger brother ran over and pulled him into a hug. He was so much taller than Chris now. His voice had dropped an octave and Chris’ heart lurched as he recalled the 5 year old that would run down the driveway to greet him when he came over to your house.

Chris kissed your Mom on the cheek, shook your Dad’s hand, and gestured an awkward wave to people as he made his way inside. Matt and Nick followed closely offering silent apologies to people they didn’t even know. Surely your Mom had shown them pictures of you both when he was a scrawny teen and your hair platinum blonde.

Chris often thought back to the early days of your relationship and the promises that you made to one another. He always knew that he was going to marry you, there wasn’t anyone else in this world for him. He met you on the playmat at daycare when you were both 4 years old and he has been fighting his whole life for you.

Your parents laughed about the two of you growing up and falling in love. He would bring you flowers in elementary school, write your Valentine's Day cards in middle school, and finally worked up the courage to ask you out in sophomore year. It was like a love story that was always destined to be.

As he stood in the church beside his brothers, his palms began to sweat. Like the time he walked up to your front door to pick you up for your very first date or on prom night when he waited to see you in your dress for the first time. There were so many times that he waited for you with sweaty palms and shaky hands. There were so many times that you took his breath away.

He could hear the crowds filing into the church pews that were behind him. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground between his feet and clasped his hands together to stop them from shaking.

Matt placed a reassuring hand on his back as he whispered, “You got this.”

Chris forced a smiled as the organ began to play. It felt like the blood drained from his body when he heard the church doors open. Gasps and exclamations of how beautiful you looked set butterflies swarming in his stomach. 

His legs felt like they were going to give way and he did his best to stop himself swaying from side to side. Matt wrapped an arm around Chris’ shoulders to steady him as best he could. He knew this was a big day for his brother.

One by one Chris saw your bridesmaids take their place by the altar. They were all in blush satin dresses like you had always dreamt they’d be. When you were 16, talking about the kind of wedding you wanted, Chris would have never been able to imagine the picturesque fairytale unfolding before him. There was, however, one thing he knew for certain - he would have given you whatever you wanted.

As you walked down the aisle side by side with your Dad, the wedding march sounded more like a funeral procession. He locked eyes with your Mom as you passed by his pew and made your way to your soon-to-be husband.

It wasn’t until this moment that it sunk in for him that he had missed his shot. From the day that he met you, you became the main character in his story and even after you broke up, he always hoped you’d find your way back.

Even when he got the wedding invite in the post - the one he always thought would be from Christopher Sturniolo & Y/n - he pictured you calling it off and coming back to him. He pictured a phone call from his Mom saying y/n and that boy broke up. He pictured himself standing up when the preacher said speak now or forever hold your peace and professing his love for you. 

As he sat in the audience watching a beautiful nightmare unfold before him, he knew that he had missed his chance. You were marrying this guy that he hadn’t even bothered to learn the name of and, even if he did profess his undying love for you, he wasn’t sure that you still felt the same way.

As the ceremony came to an end and the crowds followed you out, Chris stayed in his seat for a while. Matt and Nick made their way back in to find him - their hearts broke for their brother.

Out of everyone, they knew all too well how difficult today was for Chris. They knew that, for him, you were it. They knew how heartbroken he was when you left. He had mourned, for years, a future that never got to unfold. 

In the bittersweet daydreams of ‘what ifs’ and ‘could haves’, Chris would take you by the hand and run back through time to when you first met. If he had his time over, he would do things differently and you would be taking his last name today.

Instead, he wiped the tears from his face and parted with his brothers. He made his way to the dimly lit daycare room at the back of the church. It was a little smaller than he remembered but, nothing much had changed.

The timeout chair that Nick spent every afternoon on was still facing the back wall. The stuffed animal that Matt would suffocate when he cried each time his Mom left still sat atop the bookshelf. The tables were still arranged in groups of four. The height chart was still stuck on the back of the door. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend that you were both hiding in the play tent or holding hands as you sat on the mat.

He heard the creak of the door open behind him. As he turned around he spat out, “I’m coming.”

It wasn't his parents or his brothers standing behind him as he had expected it to be. It was you. There you were. 

For a split second, he was standing across from you at the altar preparing to say 'I do' before reality slapped him in the face and brought him back.

With a smile, you said, “I’m so glad you decided to come.”

I really didn't want to. “Me too”, he lied.

“I just wanted to say thank you," you began as his eyes met yours, "I am who I am because you loved me when I couldn't love myself. I always thought that we'd end up together but, I guess we were made for other people.”

His heart shattered as tears formed in his eyes. I only exist for you.

"But, I will never regret you or us. You are so special to me and even though we grew apart, you were the best part of my younger years. So, thank you, Christopher Owen Sturniolo. I think I'll always love you," you said as a tear slipped from your eye.

He was unprepared for this conversation. He has so much to say but, none of it felt right.

"Thank you," he said, "I am so happy that you found the love that you deserve."

You took in a deep breath as you walked over and pulled him into a hug. His arms wrapped around you. You held onto each other a little too long for ‘just friends’ and a little too tight for ‘strangers’.

He patted your back as he pulled away. "I think your husband might be waiting for you," he said.

"Right", you replied as you wiped the tears from your eyes. As you headed to the door, you spun back toward him, "How do I look?"

His breath caught in his throat, "You look beautiful," he whispered, "he's a lucky guy."

You held his gaze a second longer before you slipped out the door and down the hall. Someone always has to be the first to leave and you never thought it would be you. 

Chris pulled out one of the toddler chairs, sat down, and dropped his head in his hands. Nick and Matt had been waiting for him in the hallway and rushed in after you left.

As Matt knelt down in front of Chris, for the first time in their lives he didn't know what to say to make his brother feel better. He wanted to take the heartbreak from his brother but, he couldn't. Chris looked up, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry," was all Matt could come up with, "I know how much you love her." Love not loved because he knew that Chris was scared that he would always love you and that he would search for you in every person that he met.

Matt and Nick helped Chris to his feet and pulled him into a hug. Sometimes there are no words that you can say to fix a broken heart.

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[sweetshuga]

When in doubt, eat it out ✧ CS

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bf!chris! Eating you out after you made fun of him for what he accidentally said on stream. "Yeah? Y’wanna see how ”in doubt” I am? Spread those fuckin’ thighs ma."

You decided to watch your boyfriend and his brother’s stream – lounging in his room – you rolled over on his bed. Laying on your side as you propped your phone on a pillow. "Time to eat," your gaze fell on your boyfriend’s face on your phone, "when in doubt, eat it out- AUHH PAUSE! WHY DID I SAY THAT?!" A laugh burst from between your lips, your mind already brewing with all the teasing you’re gonna do.

The chat went crazy, and so did you, "that was hot," you mumbled an agreement to the chat.

𓆩♡𓆪

After the long hours of stream, Chris finally walked back into his room—closing the door with a soft sigh of relief. He found you laying on the bed with a grin on your face, ready to tease the fuck out of him. "Don’t even-" you laughed heartily, "what– what was that about." Breathlessly laughing in between your words as you looked at your boyfriend.

Chris groaned in annoyance as he walked towards the bed. Plopping down beside your legs; his hand absentmindedly caressing your calves. "That was an accident, you know it, just shut up-" A loud laugh from you interrupted his words, "I can’t believe you just said that, on stream nonetheless." You wiped tears of mirth, a shit-eating grin on your face, "when in doubt, eat it out," you said mimicking his voice – laughing – not noticing Chris’ expression changing.

The sudden movement from Chris startled you, causing your laughter to die in your throat. He had climbed on the bed, straddling your hips. His expression was nothing short of desire, his pupils dilating as he leaned closer to your face. "Yeah? Y’wanna see how ”in doubt” I am? Spread those fuckin’ thighs ma." Your eyes widened at the sudden change in his mood, jaw going ajar, a flustered what? Is all you could mumble out.

"I said, spread those fuckin’ thighs," he repeated, "m’gonna eat you out until there's not a single doubt— thought in that pretty little head of yours." You found yourself complying, your breathing growing shallower as you spread your legs for him. A slow smirk spread across his face as he lowered his head down to level with your clothed cunt, ready to fulfill the promise of leaving no thoughts – or doubts in that matter – behind.

𓆩♡𓆪

wc. 386

note. English is not my first language!

Isa's notes. Quantity over quality seems to be my motto 'cause wtf 😒

Matt version!

xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

© sweetshuga

[sturnstarrz]

three times fwb!chris showed you one of his favorite hobbies, one time he chose to make you never forget…

contains: smut, oral fem receiving, spanking, friends with benefits trope

ᰔ the first time, chris was so gentle. you had only known him for a few weeks, yet things had moved fast between you two. he was always talking about this obsession he had. who could blame you for wanting to find out what his "oral fixation" meant? when he had you beneath him for the first time, he showed a tenderness that you didn’t expect. he held your hand, knotting your fingers with his. he kept a soft grip on your thigh with his other hand, his mouth warm against your core. tongue sliding through your folds as you cried out, your body weakening against the sheets of his bed. it felt incredible. and you never wanted him to stop.

ᰔ the second time was on the wooden desk in your dorm room. you barely had time to lock the door when chris pressed against you, standing in between your legs as you sat on the edge. he had slipped his fingers under your skirt, tugging your panties down your legs. his breath fanned across your neck as he touched you, feeling how wet you were. your eyes darted to the door, the thrill and fear of someone walking in making your heart race in your chest. “chris…” you started, but he kneeled down then, pushed your legs apart and yanked your hips closer, making you yelp quietly. “shhh…” he hushed, smoothing his hands up your calves. he looked up at you, a glint in his eyes that left you dripping. “try not to be too loud.” he warned before placing your legs over his shoulders and burying his face into your pussy. you whimpered as softly as you could, your fingers tangled into his hair. he moaned lowly when your grip tightened, tugging on his roots as he fucked you with his tongue, already building a warmth in your belly.

ᰔ and the third time… was different. you didn’t know whether it was the argument you two had earlier that day or your constant attitude you’d had since then. he was frustrated with you, as much as you felt pissed off at him. yet the sexual tension was increased and you couldn’t deny how hot he looked when he was mad. “what d'ya want then? what do i need to do to get you to drop the fuckin' attitude huh?” he demanded as he towered over you from your spot at the end of his bed, a look of defiance across your face. you didn't really have an answer. you didn't know why you were so worked up. all you knew was that there was a throbbing ache between your legs growing stronger with each passing second. chris looked down then, noticing the way your thighs were squeezing together with need. he knew your body well enough by that time to figure out exactly what you wanted. a smirk appeared on his lips as he spoke. “mm, i see.. you just need me to make it all better don't you.." the tone of his voice had turned low and raspy, a shiver running down your spine as he slid his hands upwards on your bare thighs. chris knew exactly how to fix your little problem but he wanted to hear you say it. to know that you could only get the relief you needed from him and him only. he always did have a big ego.

within a matter of minutes, he had you flipped around on his bed, your panties shoved to the side and your face pressed into his pillow. your ass was up in the air, giving him complete access to your weeping pussy. he held a firm grip on the backside of your thighs, keeping you spread open for him. he dragged his tongue through your core torturingly slow, circling around your clit before switching to your entrance, tasting you with an approving hum. the vibration of his sounds and the feeling of the wet muscle against you had your head spinning. you were moaning his name, a small puddle of drool forming from your mouth. you wanted more but he was enjoying teasing you a little too much. you whined impatiently, but it turned into a gasp as he landed his hand against your ass cheek with a quick but sharp sting. "be fuckin' patient." he scolded, before pressing a soothing kiss to your skin. "gonna make you feel good.. that's what you want, don't you baby?" you nod your head quickly in response and grip onto the sheets beneath you. "then stop bein' such a little brat." he replied, attaching his lips back onto your folds, his tongue sliding into you deeply.

[byechristopher]

(after) fights w/Chris.

-CHRIS STURNIOLO HEADCANONS.

Author's note: I am kinda back? I guess. Anyways, you know how it goes, I love fluff, I love angst. I feel like Chris is a stubborn mf, so I've got a lot to write about him. BTW. Give me requests.

Warnings: niente.

Chris, being a stubborn lil' shit, would never admit he's in the wrong. Definitely not in the beginning.

He would shout and scream to get his point across, especially if he felt like he was being wrongly accused.

I feel like he's the type to "hold grudges" for quite some time, not because he doesn't want to speak to you, but because he wouldn't know how to start talking about it.

Even when you two are not talking to each other, he'd do something to get your attention without trying to seem desperate or clingy (even though he is).

He'd make you your favorite meal, leaving the plate right beside you and then leaving right away, "uhm. I made you this. You didn't eat today."

He would also do things without you noticing; like put a lil' snack in your bag before you go to work, or tuck you in while you're sleeping, or take a strand of hair that's bothering you, tucking it behind your ear.

He would never be the first one to talk about it. Though, once you say "hey, let's talk"; it's over. He'll be begging for your attention and/or forgiveness.

"You know you're like.. the love of my life, yeah? I never want to hurt you."

He'd get super soft and gentle with you after every fight.

Cuddles and soft kisses to make you feel better would be his way to show you how sorry he is.

"I'm stupid. I didn't mean to shout. I'm sorry."

"I will forgive you.

Gimme a hundred kisses right now."

"Say no more."

And he would do exactly that; he'd spoil you with kisses with every chance he gets.

I just love cuddly and soft Chris after a fight. I want to squeeze him.