#bsf!chris sturniolo

[angelicckisses]

POLAROIDS 2

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warnings: !NOT PROOFREAD! bestfriend!chris x reader, handjob, sub chris, use of names (baby,babyboy) and idk what else to think of

a/n: i’m sorry if its bad but a couple of you guys wanted a part 2 so you ask and you shall receive. I’m not to sure if i like this one i have mixed feelings but i tried and if anything please tell me if y’all enjoyed it or not😭 i will try to get more into writing though 😁

✧˚ · . A new day came along, you, chris, matt, and nick were all hanging out together at their house.

Just chilling and watching movies as y’all stuffed your mouths with snacks. You were sitting beside chris at the end of the couch, your legs were exposed due to your shorts and so was cleavage, thanks to your tank top.

Chris was having a hard time concentrating on the movie with you right next to him and your body he was absolutely obsessed with in sight. Whole reason you even wore this was for Chris, you desperately wanted a reaction out of him and you noticed it was working.

Time passed by and you noticed how chris kept shifting around under the blanket, you couldn’t help but take a look and see the growing bulge in his pants and his eyes staring at your legs. You stayed quiet, trying to act like you weren’t paying attention to him as your hand slowly made it way under the blanket and to his lap, his gaze went directly towards you, looking at you with a look of confusion and a hint of neediness.

Who were you to deny?

you licked your lips and kept your eyes on the screen as your hand slipped under the waist band of his pants, slowly palming him over his boxers. Soft whines and whimpers slipped from his mouth as he thrusted his hips up slightly into your palm.

Thankfully Matt and Nick couldn’t hear it over how loud the TV was. He shifted closer to you and leaned his head against your shoulder. Quietly begging you for more. “p-please, more, please, i-i’ll be so good, promise..” you chuckled softly under your breath as you heard his little begs and pleads before suddenly slipping your hand under his boxers, your hand coming in contact with his rock hard member that was already leaking pre-cum, you slowly pumped your hand up and down his shaft, trying not to go to fast and get him all noisy. “mmm— thank you— fuck! thank you s-so much..” he whimpered out as he tried his best not to thrust his hips up into your fist.

You looked over at him, watching as he kept his gaze on you while he was whimpering and moaning mess before looking over at Matt and Nick, still focused on the movie. You continued the movements with your hand, moving it faster as you heard his breathing pick up. Chris bit down on his lip, trying to keep himself from being to loud, he definitely didn’t want his brothers knowing what the hell he was doing right now.

You ran your thumb over his slit, receiving a tiny whimper from him. His hips started to thrust up into your fist. “you close babyboy, hm?” you mumbled quietly in that soft, gentle tone he absolutely loved. “y-yes, so close— please let me cum— ngh! please..” the poor boy begged, “go ahead, baby..” you whispered into his ear, and with one more twist of your fist he covered your hand in his warm load of cum.

Panting heavily and resting his head against the crook of your neck now. You slowly removed your hand from his boxers, wiping your hand off with his shirt hoping his brothers would suspect he just dirtied himself or something.

After he had calmed himself down he stayed close to you and muttered small thank yous. After the movie finished, you had left and Chris was in his room, thinking about what happened not even less than an hour ago,

he had never been more happier and was glad his brothers didn’t suspect anything at all. ✧˚ · .

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“kid thinks he’s slick.”

[sturnmeovr]

Sketchbook - Chris Sturniolo

Requested by @pineapplealpaca Pairings - bsf!Chris x bsf!Reader Warnings - Just some fluff 🥰 and strong language! W/c - 2043 Summary - You and Chris meet freshman year of high school. With the talent of drawing, he quickly becomes your muse. After winning an award senior year, he finally finds out what you've been hiding from him this whole time. A/n - Thanks for requesting! 💚 This is my first Chris piece, hope you guys like it!! Should be edited so let me know if you see any typos! All interactions are appreciated ❤️ Dividers and photos are not mine; all credit due to original owners. My requests are always open! Check out my masterlist for my recent pieces! Tags - @lvrsturniolo (sorry I forgot 😭 thank you for already liking!! If anyone else wants to be on my tag list, just let me know ❤️) Current Matt series - City of Love. Part two.

Freshman Year

You sit on the bleachers, letting your pencil scribble across your sketchpad. Spending most of your time here, waiting on your older brother to get done with football practice. You were always an artistic soul, so drawing and painting was something you held close to your heart, along with the boy you had been crushing on since seventh grade - Chris Sturniolo. 

Life was so much easier with him in it. He came around often, being one of your brother's best friends, but you also formed a bond with him since the two of you were the same age. Over time the friendly banter turned into flirty banter, and you found yourself swooning over him at every given chance. Sketching portraits of him in your sketchbook, which might as well be your secret diary. 

You watched as he danced around the football field, doing what he loved most. After practice is finished, he makes his way over to you. Chugging the contents of his water bottle before trying to sneak a peek at your sketchbook, “whatcha’ drawing there, Y/l/n?”

A blush immediately creeps to your face, and your clutch your sketchbook to your chest, “uh- nothing! Just random stuff, why?”

His eyebrows knit together in confusion, “just wondering, that’s all.”

Chris decided to leave it alone, but he knew he was lying when he said it didn’t spark his curiosity.

Sophomore Year

“C’mon let me see it,” your best friend, Chris, calls from the other side of your bedroom door. When you realized he had been snooping through your room, finding your hidden sketchbook in the process, you flipped shit on him. Snatching your sketchbook, your lifeline, and kicking him out. You run over to your closet, hiding it under a pile of junk you desperately needed to clean up. 

After successfully hiding your secret diary of a sketchbook, you rush over to the door that Chris was still knocking on, slinging it open. He stares at you, pushing you aside, and barging in your room. “It’s never that serious. Let me see that damn book,” he’s a bit agitated you’d keep it from him. There was no secret in your friendship with Chis, so hiding something this big was gut wrenching to him. He felt betrayed. He knew you didn’t want him to see it and that’s what made him want to even more. He had it a mission from that point on.

He needed to see what was in that damn book.

Junior Year

You let out an exaggerated sighed, clenching your sketchbook to your chest. Chris had you pinned on the couch in a battle over your precious sketchbook. Every time he saw it, he dove for it, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything other than Chris - the sketchbook bandit. 

“Chris, please,” practically begging as he stared you down. A smug smirk spread across his lips which were inches from yours. You didn't know what possessed him to go after your sketchbook every time he saw it, but he did. He would catch glimpses over your shoulder, making him more curious than ever. He knew you were drawing a portrait of somebody, but he didn’t know exactly who it was. Especially since you’d slam your book shut and hide it any time your senses told you he was near, his cologne being a dead give away.

“What’s the big deal, Y/n/n?” his tone was laced with playfulness. Knowing Chris too well, you knew he was just waiting for the right moment to rip the sketchbook from your grip. Being around him so much meant you were accustomed to his bullshit. Chris was a big goofball and the two of you got along great, aside from his never ending need to look in your book. He was determined to figure it out, and every time he failed, it ended in an argument. He could get anything he wanted from you, but you would never budge when it came to the sketchbook. 

At first, Chris thought you were afraid to show him your drawings, but when he begged to see one, making you rip a random drawing out and shove it towards him, he quickly realized that wasn’t the case. He just knew there was something, someone, in that book you didn’t want him to see.

Senior Year

The day was finally here - the art show. Your art teacher entered one of your paintings, and if you were honest, you weren’t completely okay with it. Only reason being, the portrait she entered was of your best friend, Chris. He had become your muse over the years. You were around him the most, so his face became easy to draw for you. The way his jawline curved when he turned his head to the side. The shape of his eyes and nose being more symmetrical than anyone you had ever drawn before. You couldn’t help it - when you looked at him, your pencil flew across the paper like magic. 

Chris was one of the most important people in your life. Even though you and Chris were just friends, you couldn’t help but get butterflies every time he looked at you, and that had been a feeling he gave you since the first day you met. You never knew if Chris felt the same way, and you weren’t the type to be straightforward, so you never brought it up. Chris was the complete opposite, being a little too blunt at times. It worried you if he didn’t feel the same way, he wouldn’t know how to let you down easily. This became one of your biggest fears over the years of knowing him, and one of the main reasons you kept it a secret. You were just grateful he was in your life on a day to day basis, crush or not. 

Luckily, Chris had a football game and couldn’t come to the event you were being awarded for. They had already announced the winners online last week, three of them - two other entries from different schools, and yourself. The only thing you had to do was get through your award winning speech and collect your certificate. Chris being disappointed he couldn’t call off the football game, you being upset you couldn’t attend his game. It was a coincidence in the worst way, but the two of you made plan to make up for it later in the week. In a way you were glad you didn’t have to confess to Chris the secret you had been hiding since freshman year. Knowing Chris, never thinking things through thoroughly before letting his words slip, you figured he’d think your portraits of him were weird. In a way, they were, you had been creepily letting your hand scribble across paper, drawing your best friend. 

Even worse, hiding it from him. For years. Maybe him not being here tonight wasn’t such a bad thing.

You bite your lip, and your gut churns as the host calls your name, “and for the second winner of tonight, Y/n Y/l/n, from Somerville High School!” 

You walk on stage, approaching the podium, and give the audience a big smile. This was one of the biggest achievements of your life, the feeling was euphoric for you. Letting your eyes scan the crowd, landing on your parents and brother. You notice Chris sitting next to your brother, your eyes widen, meeting his gaze, and you spin around to look at your winning portrait - a portrait of him. 

Chris stares at you with an unreadable expression plastered across his face. You couldn’t help wondering how he felt about discovering the secret you had been keeping from him the last four years. Was he mad? Did he even realize it was him? 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you take a step forwards and clear your throat, “I’d like to thank everyone who came out tonight, everyone who donated, and everyone who voted for my art piece. It means the world to me, standing in front of all of you today. I want to thank my family for supporting my dreams, and being here tonight,” you ramble on. Your stage fright disappears for a moment when your eyes land on Chris. A smile stretches across his face and he raises his eyebrows, like he’s telling you to continue. “And of course, I’d like to thank my best friend for being my muse,” your tone was laced with nervousness and passion all at the same time. Chris had inspired you without even knowing it. 

After you wrap up your speech, you enter the common room, chatting amongst the other winners. Various strangers of the art community approached you, congratulating you on your big win, and praising your masterpiece. You knew at the end of the night, you’d have to talk to Chris, and the anticipation boiled in your gut because of it. You didn’t know what you were going to say or how you were going to approach the situation, but you knew it had to be done. You just hoped it didn’t ruin your friendship in the process. 

“Pretty big secret, huh?” a voice from behind you snapps you out of your trance. Immediately recognizing that it’s Chris, you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the impact of his words. “I can see why you didn’t want me to know,” he continues, this time his voice is closer than before. You don’t say anything because, honestly, what the fuck do you say? 

An awkward smile pulls at your lips as you avoid eye contact with him, “I can’t believe you’ve been drawing me like one of your little french girls this whole time,” he playfully scoffs. His joke breaks the awkward tension being held between you two, making you let out a giggle. 

“Shut up,” you groan while running a hand through your hair. 

“Why?” Chris had always been one to tease you. Especially when it comes to your sketchbook so now that he knows what you had been drawing this whole time, he’s loving the hell out of it. 

“It’s not funny, Chris,” you groan, looking away as your face heats up a dark shade of red. He always had that effect on you, but it was even worse now.

“No, I mean why me?” he asks, his eyes searching your face like he’s trying to find the real answer. He already knows you won’t be completely honest with him, not when it comes to your drawings. 

“I don’t know,” you mumble under your breath, eyes fixated on your shoes. 

Chris reaches out to take your hand in his. The sudden contact makes you look at him, “you can tell me, Y/n.” 

Shaking your head, “I just think you have good bone structure,” you come up with the first lie you can think of, pulling your hand away, and walking to your portrait of him. You point to it, “your face is very symmetrical. It’s easy to draw!”

Technically, it wasn’t a lie. His face was easy to draw, but that was probably because you had drawn him so many times. It was familiar to you. It inspired you.

You felt bad about telling him a halfass truth, but your intuition told you his reaction wouldn’t be good, so you hid it the best you could. You watch as Chris’s eyes brows knit together, his lips forming a straight line. He stares at you for a second, keeping the hard expression etched on his face.

As soon as you think you’re out of the water, he does the unthinkable - reaching a hand out to your wrist, pulling you to him, and smashing his lips into yours. The unexpected kiss makes you freeze for a split second while his lips move against yours. Chris brings a hand up to your face, almost like he’s telling you to accept it. You do exactly what he wants, moving your lips against his, letting him take the lead because you were, obviously, a nervous wreck. 

The shock is still taking a toll on your mind, and body, as Chris pulls away. He looks at you with that same unreadable look, “you’re a bad fucking liar, Y/n.” 

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“Pleeeaase,” I whined softly, glancing at the brothers with wide, watery eyes. “I always play Fortnite and your games—even though I don’t like them!” My nose scrunched as I crossed my arms, sinking deeper into my pout.

My lower lip trembled, a tiny sniff escaping as I peeked at them, hoping they’d agree to the new Roblox tycoon I’d been dying to try.

Chris noticed immediately, stepping closer and taking my hands in his gently. “Don’t cry, bun. We’ll play whatever you want,” he said softly, his voice soothing as he glanced at his brothers for confirmation.

Nick rolled his eyes but smirked. “Didn’t we already play Hello Kitty World yesterday because someone begged us to?”

My cheeks flushed pink as I buried my face against Chris’s shoulder, leaning into his warmth. “I liked yesterday,” I mumbled shyly. “But this time, I wanna be on Matt’s team.”

Chris froze, pulling back slightly. “Wait, what? Matt? Not me?” His voice pitched higher, his expression comically alarmed.

I whimpered softly, tugging at his sleeve to bring him closer again. “Chris…”

“We’re the best team, bunny!” he argued, his lips forming an exaggerated pout.

“You… you always run away when someone attacks us!” I murmured, fidgeting with the hem of my sleeve. “Then I’m left to fight them alone and lose everything!”

Chris gasped, sitting back with his arms crossed. “Fine. Go be with Matt. Or maybe I just won’t play at all.”

The brothers’ laughter echoed as Matt and Nick headed off to start their PCs, leaving Chris sulking dramatically on the couch.

I crawled closer, wrapping my arms around him and nuzzling into his neck. “Don’t be mad at me, Chris,” I whispered, voice soft and pleading. “I’ll always be on your team. Promise.”

Chris’s arms finally circled me as he sighed, his pout melting into a teasing smirk. “I’m not mad, bunny. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

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Mutual Agreement

bsf!chris sturniolo x reader (smut)

it was a mutual agreement.

it started off as you and chris laying in bed, a boner clearly evident in his sweat pants. it just so happened to be your ovulating week, making your panties to be soaked by the end of the past two days. it might have been your hormones or the outline of chris’s big bulge, but before you could stop yourself you asked him if he needed help.

chris’s eyes naturally went wide at your openness and he was hesitant to speak, not too sure if you were being serious or if you were playing some kind of sick joke, but when he saw your expectant face and your gaze going back to his pants he couldn’t stop himself from nodding his head.

you guys agreed that you wouldn’t cross a boundary, that you would both help each other and then move on. act like this never happened.

you were the first one to move, chris being too nervous. you stand up and take off your clothes, leaving you in nothing as you stand in front of your best friend. chris lets himself gape at you for a few seconds before he too stands up and takes off all his clothes. both of you now being bare.

chris sits down on the bed and you follow his lead, his cock sticking straight up with precum leaking out from the tip. you reach out and run your fingers across the warm substance, chris’s breath hitching from the sensitivity.

you wrap your hands around his length and start going up and down, very slow at first to get him going. chris’s eyes stay glued to your cunt as it glistens in the light of the room. he asks you to sit on your knees and you oblige; his hand reaching out to spread your legs further apart so his hand can sneak up your leg, his fingers running through your folds to gather your juices.

chris let’s out a moan at feelings just how wet you are. his fingers toying with your clit for a moment before sliding lower and inserting two of his fingers inside your cunt. you let out a whimper at feeling his fingers slide in and out of you, your juices allowing his fingers to move with ease. your hand subconsciously tightens its grip on his cock causing another noise to escape chris’s throat.

chris feels as if he not close enough to you so he sits up on his knees as well, right in front of you. your pace quickening on his cock as you feel a pressure begin in your lower stomach. chris can see this by watching your hips begin to move in sync to his movements.

your noises start to occur one after the other, mixing in with the sound of your juices echoing in the room. chris lets out all the whimpers and groans that come, not holding any sounds back as he brings down his other hand to rub circles on your clit.

you moan out chris’s name as he makes you feel so good, his cock twitching in response to his name falling from your mouth in such a whiny voice. you increase your pace on his cock to the pace of his movements with you. the new speed causing chris’s hips to start sliding in and out of your palm.

you both start approaching your orgasms at the same time, you hitting yours first. you cum on his fingers as your legs shake from the intense feeling. upon seeing you cream in front of him sends him over the edge as chris lets out a loud groan, his cum landing on your hand and thigh.

you both come down from your highs and chris helps you clean up. as you gets dressed chris feels his eyes linger a little longer on you than normal, how was he supposed to just act like that didn’t happen? how was he supposed to act like that wasn’t one of the best orgasms hes ever had? he cant.

he needed you again.

[enemiestolovershoe]

Second Best

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Summary: Y/N and her sister Jenna never had a good relationship. Their entire lives, Y/N had lived in Jennas's shadow – never good enough, never the favorite. Matt Sturniolo and his brothers, her best friends, had seen the crack in their family dynamic for years. But when Jenna's jealousy reaches its peak, everything unravels. As old wounds resurface and hidden feelings come to light, Y/N is forced to confront the truth; Is she really just seconds best? And if so, does Matt see her that way too?

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x bfs!reader

Genre: Angst, slow burn, best friends to lovers (eventually)

Warnings: Toxic Siblings, emotional manipulation, arguments, swearing, fluff, I will update as the story continues.

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WHEN BSF!CHRIS CAN'T KEEP HIS HANDS AND THOUGHTS OFF INEXPERIENCED!READER ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... grinding, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don't do this!!), kissing ˚࿔ notes: i'd like to say beforehand this is a little further into their relationship! I'll add more background stuff later<33

chris was restless. he continued to toss and turn in your bed, finally settling on his side, one arm slung around you waist while gently tugging you closer to him, pressing your back flush against his chest while you were sleeping peacefully.

he tried to doze off, he really did. but sleep seemed like the furthest thing away when he laid there, listening to your soft breathing, as the only currently audible noise, feeling the way your chest rose and fell under his touch.

his mind was running a million miles an hour, and he couldn’t get it to stop. it was dirty, wrong thoughts—about you. his best friend since.. well, for as long as he could remember. it had become something more usual, but this time he couldn’t control it.

you’d always been attached to the hip, but never once had he thought about you like this. never had he wondered what you’d look like naked, vulnerable under him.. okay, maybe a few times, but never to this extent. you'd only gone as far as him showing you how to finger yourself properly, where he took over the job because he couldn't resist.

how would you react to his touch? would you reach for his hair? his arms? would you grab the sheets instead? what did your moan sound like?

the real question was why on earth he was having these dirty thoughts about you. you were the sweetest girl he’d ever laid his eyes on, so sweet it gave him a toothache whenever you’d innocently bat your eyes at him, begging him to go get ice cream with you.

gosh, make it stop, he thought to himself, groaning when he snaked his other hand down to try and ease his rock-hard cock, which only seemed to make it worse, hardening even more under his own touch.

he didn’t know what to do, and only to worsen his panicked state, you started turning, his arm momentarily slipping from your waist when you faced him.

your eyes were thankfully still shut, lips in a soft pout from the pillow pushing them together. the sight didn’t help either. nothing helped him ease his raging hard boner. you laid there, so pure, unknowing of his sinful thoughts while your peaceful, gentle look only made the tight restrain in his boxers worse.

sleep was out of reach by now, his hand desperately trying to relieve his aching cock with a groan by carefully rubbing his palm over the bulge—but then your eyes fluttered open. he stared down at you with widen eyes, almost in disbelief that he’d been caught somewhat rubbing himself through his pants, but you didn’t seem to notice right away.

“are you okay?” your soft voice was heard. “you seem restless..” yeah, his constant tossing and groaning woke you up, but not enough to fully comprehend the situation chris was in.

“i- i can’t sleep. that’s all,” he whispered back, blinking rapidly while your eyes scanned his face, roaming every feature you were so familiar with.

speculating about his somewhat unsure answer, your eyes made their way down his chest when he let another whine slip, noticing the way his palm pressed against his groin, and you immediately felt ten times more awake than you were before. heat rushed to your face, before your eyes met chris's desperate gaze.

“oh..” you quipped, suddenly hyper aware of every movement of his, every desperate groan you’d heard behind you just moments prior now making much more sense.

“p-please, just- just let me.. let me put it in,” chris pleaded miserably, letting his free hands knuckles brush over your reddening cheek, his touch gentle as ever.

“chris- no, we can’t..” your answer only made his dick harden, though it seemed fucked up. you were so damn innocent, a prude even. you’d always avoided the topic of sex, not daring to go down that path ever. but he knew that when it came to him, you could bend the rules. “please- i’ll make it quick, i’ll just put the tip in. it hurts so fucking bad,”

but something about the situation caused you to turn curious. chris begging for your touch, begging to let him do something about his hard erection, to touch you.

“okay..” attentively, you turned around to lay in your previous position on your side, chris's hand slipping from the front of his shorts, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

“thank you, thanks- thank you,” he babbled, his clammy hands making their way to the elastic waistband of your sleep shorts, slowly pushing them down your thighs, until they pooled around your ankles, that you continued to gently kick off.

“i promise i’ll be careful, just the tip..” his breath fanned across your neck, making a soft gasp slip from your lips.

your eyes were wide open and lips parted when he hooked his hand under your thigh, gently lifting it to spread them apart, carefully placing your leg back down as if you were made of fragile porcelain.

“o-okay..” you spoke quietly, your breath hitching when his finger made contact with your panties, gently tugging them to the side. “already so wet f’me..” his voice was husky against your ear, lips grazing the sensitive skin as his thumb slowly ran between your slick folds, a weak moan falling from your parted lips.

you were driving him insane, already dripping for him, and it only took a couple right touches and words. oh, how bad he wanted to keep showing you how to feel good, let alone be the first one to. he'd already gotten his fair share on that part.

you’ve never been more nervous, but yet you felt safe with chris pressed so close up against you. it was chris after all, he’d never do anything to hurt you, plus, he was always so gentle with you whenever it came to stuff like this. your hands tugged the stuffed animal you usually slept with to your chest, nuzzling your nose into the neck of the teddy, the soft material under your fingertips easing your mind a little.

“i’ll be gentle, angel.. no need to worry,” he whispered, one of his hands maneuvering his shorts down mid-thigh, along with his boxers, the other one gently running down the side of your face, tugging a few strands of hair behind your ear.

he wrapped his palm around his cock, fisting his cock with a lewd moan, before bringing the head of his cock to your entrance.

“i’ll put it in now.. it’s just the tip, don’t panic..” he mumbled, pressing a reassuring series of kisses to the side of your neck, feeling you nod. “go- go ahead..”

those words was all he needed, gently smearing his sticky tip down your soaked folds, before pressing it forward, watching it disappear inside of you.

“holy- holy fuck..” he groaned between gritted teeth, his fingers gripping at your hip, a weak gasp elicited from your mouth. “oh, chris..”

your moan was silenced from the soft teddy in your arms, eyes fluttering shut at the slow intrusion, letting whines fall from your lips.

chris nearly lost his mind when he felt your walls squeeze around his tip—it took every fiber in his body not to stuff you full of his cock, not to completely ignore your previous, innocent words and start fucking into you.

“gosh- chris..” you whined, nails digging into the soft fur under your hands.

you could practically feel the desperation seep out of him from behind you, his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you.

“m’sorry angel, sorry.. i can’t hold back, please say something-“ chris's voice was strained with despair, his fingertips digging into your bare hip, smoothing his palm over your thigh.

“it’s- its okay..” you whispered, words somewhat muffled, but coherent. he was thankful almost, mumbling continuous praise and ‘thank you’ into your ear, smoothing his palms down your sides, under your top.

it sure was okay, he could tell. you were drooling around his tip, only making it easier to slide right in—which he did. holding tightly onto you, leaving kisses down your neck and back, he pushed his cock further inside of you, slowly.

“h-halfway, baby.. you’re doing so good,” he husked, his heart pounding in chest as he stilled his movements for a minute, allowing you to adjust.

you couldn’t keep quiet, eyes rolling to the back of your head while they fell shut, biting down onto the plush toy to restrain the moans. yet, pornographic whimpers slipped from your gritted teeth from the painful yet delicious stretch, making chris's head turn to mush.

“fuck.. you’re so perfect,” he hissed, sinking his length in until he was fully sheathed inside your heat with a sigh of relief.

blubbered moans fell shamelessly from the both of your lips as he slowly rutted against you, a hint of pain striking through you as you adjusted to his size.

you knew it was wrong. so, so wrong. friends didn’t do this, they really didn’t. what was gonna happen after this? would you just go to bed and wake up just usually tomorrow, just treating it as a favor?

but even though, you never wanted it to stop. his soft touch, lips continuing their work on your lower neck, stuffing you full of his cock when he rolled his hips.

“does it hurt?” he purred, his hot breath mingling on your neck, making a slight shiver run down your spine.

“no… chris, it feels- feels good,” you breathlessly whimpered, gripping the plush animal between your arms as if your life depended on it, listening to the dirty squelching of your pussy, basically drooling onto the soft material between your lips.

he only nodded, feeling your walls flutter around his cock, clenching and squeezing the life out of him. your back arched just slightly when he hit a specific spot within you, moaning loudly into the stuffed toy.

“y-you’re doing so well.. so beautiful,” he cooed, the praise going straight to the pit in your tummy, feeling the tension tighten as your teeth nibbled on the soft plushie.

“oh- oh my god..” without any warning, the waves came crashing over you, your chest heaving while your grip loosened on the soft plushie in your arms.

“jesus christ,” he panted, his slow but rhythmic thrusts continuing, until he reached his climax as well.

“shit- i’m gonna come,” he barely got to say, before the ropes of white spilled inside of you, letting out a shaky breath at the release of tension. you felt limp in his hold, your face growing hot, and heart racing with lidded eyes.

“thank you, thank you angel,” his breath hitched as he slowly pulled out. his pink lips left repeated kisses to the side of your face, listening intently to your breath regulating gradually, the pants turning back to the soft breaths he’d been listening to just moments prior.

you let a small smile break, nuzzling your nose back into the teddy bear to hide your blushing face, as if your back wasn’t turned to him. “it’s fine…”

his fingers danced across your waist, making their way to your hip, giving it a gentle pat as a dazed smile settled onto his lips.

“come on, pretty.. we gotta go pee,”

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[chrattho1]

bsf!chris x reader

“what took you so long?”

summary: chris is in love with you more or less,he never made a move on you though,always scared that might ruin your friendship. but now that you’re taken,he wants you even more. in your grey set that he loves so much,you come around for a movie night and he is painfully hard the moment he sees you walk in.

warnings: male masturbation,pet names(?) idk what else to put in,not proofread

a/n: this is a blurb for my bsf! chris au,find more of it here

“we’re not watching cars for the third movie night in a row chris!” you snatch the remote from his hands and settle down next to him on the bed.

too close for his liking. dont get him wrong being close to you only makes him happy, the way you smell, the way your hair smells and sometimes tickles his face when you move. but right now he is focused on covering his lower body with the covers, to say that he is bricked is an understatement.

“do whatever man,and can you move i feel nauseated by your perfume” he puts his head on the headboard, trying to act like he is not in excruciating pain

“woah there,whats got you all riled up?” you ask, moving your face towards him

“nothing im just snacky, mind getting me some snacks from downstairs?” he asks with a sincere smile.

you nod thinking nothing suspicious of it, he does get hangry alot so this was nothing new, you walk out the room telling him to pick a movie before you come back.

chris watches you walk out,your ass swaying in perfect sync,in that soft material that sticks to you, his thoughts not helping him one bit. he quickly puts a hand under the covers,reaching his hand down to adjust himself just a little bit before you come in again. that slight friction from his hands making him bite his lips.

“okay..i got you skittles and pepsi,thank you for restocking redbull before i come,you know me so well” the comment earning you a wink from chris to which you smile, his cheeky behaviour is not-not normal to you, thats how he has always been.

you both settle on watching “how to lose a guy in 10 days” , because , well chris lost the rock-paper-scissors game.

not even halfway through the movie, you notice chris moving every few seconds, annoying you with every move.

“motherfucker could you stay still for a moment im trying watch the movie!” you scream at him clearly not having a single clue about the agony he is in right now.

“my allergies are making me itchy” chris says lowly knowing you’re too focused on the movie currently.

“im going to go to the bathroom” he finally decides he’s going to do something about it or else he might come in his pants just by looking at you for so long (he has been staring this entire time, ofcourse), you nod in response watching him go up to the bathroom in his room.

“turn the volume up will you? i wanna hear whats happening in the movie” he says standing by the doorframe of the bathroom, his oversized hoodie kind of covering the tent in his sweats.

“i can just pause it until you come back weirdo” you shrug at him with a mouth full of skittles.

“nah, i might take a little while” he smiles at your disgusted face, watching as you turn the volume up.

he closes the bathroom door behind him and lets out a huge sigh,he looks at himself in the mirror not believing what he is about to do with you sitting right outside.

he pulls his sweats down, looking down at his boxers which have a dark patch growing on them.

he cups his dick through them, biting his lips to prevent letting out any sounds.

he strokes himself a couple of times over his boxers before pulling them down,his cock desperate for touch more than ever. his tip swollen and leaking.

his thumb spreads the bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip, making him moan softly, his hand drags from there to the base of his dick, slowly starting to pump his cock in his hand.

“fuck” he curses softly, thinking about you who is in his room right now, sitting on his bed, the bed that he has imagined doing the most unimaginable things to you on.

“oh-shiiit” his strokes get faster,the contact of his hand with his dick making wet sounds, but the movie is still louder outside.

“chris!” he hears you call him outside,but he doesn’t respond, scared his voice might betray him and let out a moan.

hearing your voice only made him feel closer,closer to cumming, cumming on your face, cumming in you, cumming in your mouth,these are all the things he thinks about,that grey set stained with his release.

“fuck-f-fuck-oh—-fuck ma- im-gon” his voice breaking apart, his whispers so low not a chance you could hear him.

“ah—shit” with that,white ropes of cum spray all over his hoodie.

his legs trembling for a few seconds,he knew he was going to cum hard but…this is a mess.

he quickly gets rid of the hoodie,balls it up and throws it into the laundry basket that he started keeping in the bathroom after nick told him too,thanks nick-he thinks.

he was still wearing a black tee under so he wasn’t walking out shirtless,its not like you’ve never seen him shirtless but he wanted to be decent (?)

he cleans himself up and walks out of the bathroom in a record of 6 mins. yes .

he sat down next to you,now comfortably snuggling close.

“what took you so long? and wheres your hoodie?” you ask him,noticing that his hoodie is not on him anymore

“had some bad food for dinner last night,and the hoodie was making me hot and itchy” he smiles at you when you reply with an “ew” not questioning his response.

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TEXTS BETWEEN BSF!CHRIS & BSF!READER

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.........im sorry i forgot to post it last night don't hate me 🤧 🫶🏻

[angvl3tears]

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝐎𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃⋆.˚

she smells like strawberry and vanilla… bsf!chris x angel!reader .. sweet, pure and delicate ׂ ִ ₊ 𓈒⊹ ݁ ౨ৎ

content 𐙚 fluff, no use of ‘y/n’, chris pining

❛ angel? y’coming? ❜ chris questions. voice laced with urgency and desperation. his need to be around you showing. he fidgets with the rings on his fingers, twisting and turning. restlessly moving ‘round on the couch as he hears your commotion in the kitchen.

“m’coming!” you call out, tone sugary and sweet. like you always were.

matt notices chris’s restlessness, eyebrow raising in his direction. “chill kid, she’s been gone all of five minutes.”

chris pays no mind. just waiting for his sweet angel. he doesn’t even really care about the movie waiting to be watched on the tv. jus’ wants you. his best friend. the ache in his chest growing the longer you’re away.

you grab the bowl of popcorn, delicate hand taking hold of your hello kitty mug in the other. peach and strawberry wafting through your senses as the teabag settles. button nose scrunching up in delight.

“anyone want anything while m’ in’ere?” you wonder, asking the triplet boys. so considerate. so sweet. just as you were about to step foot out of the kitchen. fluffy sock covered foot toeing the line.

chris’s heart warms. sound of your voice so sincere. his hands settling. god, you’re just so sweet. always were, he can’t help but think. lips quirking up. jus’ can’t get enough of you.

“no, thank you!”

“all good!”

“chris?” you call out sweetly. “y’want anything?”

he smiles to himself, messing with the material of his fresh love hoodie. “no, m’okay angel. thank you.” he replies and your heart stutters. swelling and fluttering. that nickname like music to your ears.

with that, you take the step out of the kitchen and into the living room. glossy lips turning up into a sugary smile as you spot chris in the corner of the couch. a space beside him just for you. little baby flutters swirl in your tummy. giddiness washing over you.

you gently place the bowl of popcorn on the table, bending down to do so. the fresh love logo stretching on your ass, giving chris a good view of the pink sweatpants he specially designed as you do so. he coughs, ears turning pink. eyes not straying.

you spin, like the angel you are. beautiful hair bouncing. practically like a halo around you. you flash him a grin, holding your mug in both hands.

“c’mon, you jus’ gonna keep me waiting?” he tilts his head. stare meeting yours. your cheeks turn a shade darker. even as you giggle, shaking your head ‘no’ in response. chris smiles at the sound, his chest aching with something so familiar.

you take a tentative step forward, chris scooching so you have room to crawl in beside him. careful of the mug filled with hot water. you sigh as you sit down on the cushiony couch. chris’s arm falling over your shoulders so naturally. you don’t even notice the tingly feeling in your stomach.

nick presses play on the movie, everyone focused on the screen. you take small sips of your tea. you couldn’t tell whether it was the presence of chris warming you or the hot drink. either way you were engulfed with warmth. feet tucked under you. hair splayed across his hoodie covered chest. chris’s favourite sight.

he smiles in content, fingers brushing over the smooth skin of your shoulder. breathing in your sweetness. strawberry and vanilla. his favourite. everything about you was. so angelic. doll hearted. precious.

“m s’glad your here, sweet girl.” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. you pause, mug inches away from your mouth. your cheeks warm and you gush. turning to face the boy.

the smile you give him will be embedded into his mind. so beautiful. god his heart nearly stopped right then and there. “m’glad i’m here too, chris.” doe eyes glazing over with love. cheeks full and rosy. you lean up ever so slightly and press a sticky, strawberry scented kiss on his cheek.

chris feels himself go warm and fuzzy all over. wanting to feel you do that over n over. till he’s sick of it. you give him a small smile before facing the tv once again. snuggling back into his chest. sipping on your tea happily.

matt glances over at his brother, finding him sitting there stunned, blush coating his cheeks. chris meets his stare and matt smiles shaking his head.

chris ignores him, tightening his arm around you. resting his cheek on the top of your head. you shuffle closer, if possible. embracing the warmth. so warm. so safe. in his arms. your best friend. always protecting his little sweet angel.

god he loved you.

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[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSTAY WITH ME WHILE I SHOWER? * MATT STURNIOLO * BLURB

SUMMARY　::　Where Y/N can't take a shower alone after watching supernatural videos, and now Matt has to stay with her in the bathroom.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　No.

WARNINGS　::　Mentions of supernatural.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: I had this idea yesterday after spending the whole day listening to supernatural stories and making my best friend stay on FaceTime with me while I showered 😭

The bathroom was filled with the sound of rushing water, steam curling against the mirror, making everything look hazy and soft. Y/N stood beneath the shower, arms wrapped around herself, shampoo barely lathered in her hair. Her heart pounded just a little too fast, and her mind raced with the worst possible scenarios.

She knew - knew - this was her own fault. Matt had told her so many times that watching scary videos late at night, alone, with the lights off, would mess with her head. But did she listen?

No.

Because she loved that eerie, spine-tingling feeling. The adrenaline rush. The way she’d clutch her blanket and gasp when Sam and Colby on YouTube suddenly heard something, or the guys who explored abandoned places on TikTok suddenly saw something.

It was all fun and games until she was here, alone in the shower, vulnerable, eyes closed, and suddenly convinced that if she dared to tilt her head back and rinse the shampoo out, she’d open her eyes to see something - someone - standing in the corner of the bathroom.

Her stomach dropped.

Nope. Nope. Nope.

She blinked, body rigid, the water running down her back, making her shiver despite the heat. Her mind was running wild. What if she wasn't alone in here? What if something was watching her right now, peeking from behind the steam in her shower door like in those cursed Reddit stories?

Nope.

Panic bubbled up in her chest. And before she could second-guess herself, she cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled.

"MATT!"

In the living room, Matt was sprawled on the middle of the couch, manspreading, one arm slung over his stomach. Nick sat beside him while Chris was practically hanging off the side of the couch, eyes glued to the TV. They were watching some random movie chosen by Nick, and Matt was only half paying attention.

At least, until Y/N’s scream ripped through the house.

His whole body jolted.

"What the-"

Nick and Chris both turned their heads toward the hall that led to Matt's bathroom.

Chris smirked, looking at Nick.

"Bet you fifty bucks she forgot her towel again."

Nick huffed out a laugh.

"Easiest money of my life."

"MATT!"

Matt was already getting up.

"Hold on, hold on, I'm coming!"

Chris called after him.

"If it’s the towel, tell her she owes me fifty bucks!"

Matt ignored him, crossing the small space between the living room and their bathroom in a couple of steps. The door was shut, steam curling out from the crack beneath it.

Matt pushed it open a little, peeking his head inside while keeping his body outside.

The steam made his hair frizz slightly as he squinted through the haze, his eyes finding Y/N standing under the shower, arms hugging herself.

His brows furrowed.

"Babe? You good? You need a towel or something?"

Y/N’s eyes darted to him, and her voice came through, desperate.

"Can you come in here?"

Matt frowned deeper.

"What?"

"Matt, please."

With a sigh, he finally pushed the door open fully, stepping inside and closing it behind him.

The heat hit him immediately, steam wrapping around his body as he turned to face the shower properly.

And there she was.

Standing directly under the water, arms still clutching herself, her hair up, full of white bubbles from her shampoo, looking at him like he was her last hope for survival.

Matt blinked.

"Angel, what the hell are you doing?"

Y/N let out a frustrated whine.

"I’m scared!"

Matt squinted.

"Scared? Of what?"

"Something is watching me!"

A beat of silence.

Then, he snorted.

"Oh my God."

Y/N groaned, stomping one foot on the shower floor.

"Matt, I’m serious! I can’t even close my eyes to rinse my hair! I swear there's eyes everywhere."

Matt was grinning now, crossing his arms as he leaned against the marble sink, watching her like she was the most ridiculous person he’d ever seen.

"I told you not to watch that shit."

Y/N pouted.

"I know."

Matt’s grin widened.

"But you just had to, huh?"

She huffed, turning away from him dramatically.

"Shut up."

Matt shook his head, still very much amused, before sighing and plopping down on the closed toilet seat.

"Alright, go on. Shower. I’ll sit here so the demons don’t get you."

Y/N’s whole body relaxed instantly, turning the front of her body to face him again, smiling softly.

"Thank you."

Matt leaned forward, elbows on his knees, still grinning like an idiot.

"Can't believe you're literally scared of shampooing your hair. This is crazy."

She shot him a glare, grabbing her vanilla-scented shampoo bottle and squirting some more into her palm.

"I hate you."

Matt chuckled.

"No, you don't."

She rolled her eyes dramatically.

"I really do."

"Mhm."

She rubbed her palms to spread the product, finally closing her eyes, but before she could reach for her hair again, she peeked at Matt one last time. Just to make sure he was still there.

And he was.

Sitting on the toilet seat, arms crossed, bright blue eyes eyeing her like she was the most ridiculous, adorable, overdramatic person in the world.

And maybe she was.

But at least now, she could wash her hair in peace.

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Let me make you feel better

pairings: bsf!chris sturniolo x reader

summary: you’ve had a horrible headache all day; nothing seemed to help. Your best friend chris offers some help in the best way he knows.

warnings: smut, fingering, praising, hickeys, chris practically worships reader, pet names

You rub your fingers across your forehead trying to find some relief in the throbbing pain echoing in your head, groaning in annoyance when no relief follows. You've taken more than enough pain killers and have tried every known relief tactic; nothing has come to aid.

Chris pauses the movie that plays in the background and turns around upon hearing your struggle. Chris has been a blessing all day, he's the one that got up to get the pain pills when you could barely lift your own head up, he turned down all the lights in the room and made sure the tv was played on low volume. He's been constantly checking on you to see if there's been any change, which usually follows with him almost pouring water down your throat because he's convinced your dehydrated.

You turn your head towards him and see concern written all over his face. He has his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he chews on the skin. "Does it still hurt the same?" You give him the best smile you can manage and nod your head slowly. Chris sighs and rubs his face, wracking his brain for anything else he can do.

You adjust your lower half trying to get comfortable, rubbing your thighs together in the process which catches Chris's eye. He remembers reading somewhere that orgasms can sometimes help with headaches, he's even tried it himself once but knowing that you're his best friend he doesn't know if he should bring it up. He doesn't want to make your relationship awkward.

Not that he hasn't thought of you in that way before, he has. Too many times, for his liking. He's tried to keep a respectful gaze for you since you've became closer, but my god is it hard.

You groan once again when your arm becomes tired from rubbing your head constantly, this makes the pain worse which Chris can clearly see on your face.

Chris fixes his spot on the bed; his back now against the headboard and his legs are spread open. He pats his thigh, "Come here I'll help."

You carefully make your way over to him, trying not to move your head too much in the process. You position yourself between Chris's legs with your back against his front. Chris pushes down on your hips making you be as close as possible to him before he brings his fingers to your head and starts rubbing. You sigh in the slight relief it provides you, "That's good." Chris chuckles quietly at your reaction.

You start to feel bad making Chris cater to your needs, he sits in a dark quiet room just gently rubbing your head hoping to make you feel better. "You can push play."

Chris is quick to reply, "You sure? I can turn it off if you want."

"No, it's okay, push play." You feel one of Chris's hands leave your head for a few seconds and then quickly returning and giving the same treatment as before, this time there being slight noise in the background. You choose to block it out and just focus on how good his hands are making you feel. The pain is still there but the constantly throbbing and pressure has begun to subside.

You lean your head back to rest on his chest and close your eyes. Too caught up in finally getting some relief you let a small noise slip past your lips, coming out as a brief moan. It doesn't register in your brain that you made the noise, and it would've all been forgotten if it wasn't for Chris's breathing to hitch.

He tries to focus on the movie, but all his head can hear is your small moan, over and over again. His pajama pants start to feel too tight for his comfort and his hands start to have a mind of their own. They start to slowly seep lower on you. Rubbing the sides of your head, then your shoulders, and then your upper arms. All to end up on your upper thighs, still rubbing the skin.

"Chris."

He's quick to interrupt you, "shh let me try something," His hands continue their movement till they get to your inner thighs and push your legs apart. You let him do so and have your legs open wide for him. He rubs small circles on your inner thighs just right above where you need him, "I promise to make you feel good. It'll help."

He was practically praying that it would help. All he wants to do is make you feel better and if this doesn't work, he's out of options. He takes a huge leap and lets his fingers brush over your clothed cunt. The feeling causes you to gasp and spread your legs even more.

The tips of his fingers brush over your clit and down towards your entrance, then come back up repeating. "Can I take this off?" You still have your eyes closed but know that Chris is talking about your shorts when you feel him pinch the material. You let out a 'yeah' with a short nod of your head.

Chris's fingers dip into the waistband of the clothing and slides it down your legs, throwing it somewhere in the room. Instead of following his actions by taking your panties off, he brings his hand back up to toy with your clit over the other layer of clothing. He does a small circle around the nub which is then followed by him pinching it.

The new pressure causes another moan to flow out of you, cheering your best friend to keep going. His other hand rubs teasing symbols around your entrance, causing your panties to dip into you and get drenched in your juices. Chris's head reels in feeling how wet you are. His hand movements making the wetness soak higher up towards his other hand on your clit. Your panties now completely ruined.

"Let's take these off. Wanna see how good you feel." Your eagerness has risen, and you start squirming in order to help Chris take off the last layer of clothing to your cunt. Chris wraps an arm around your waist, stopping your movements and pulling you tighter against his chest.

He keeps you there and continues his touch on your clit, his fingers now in complete contact with you. His fingers slide up and down through your folds, "feels so good baby," you feel yourself clench at the new nickname, which Chris picks up on when his digits stop at your entrance. "You like being called that?' My baby." You moan out this time and try moving your hips to get more friction, but Chris's arm around you leads to you barely moving.

Chris smiles at your obvious reaction and slowly slides his finger into you. As he brings his finger out it's glistening with your juices in the light given by the tv. His mouth waters at the sight and he brings his finger into his mouth, savoring the flavor of you. "You taste so good too. Fuck, you're going to make me go crazy." Chris is quick to bring his wet finger back inside of you and start a slow rhythm. He readjusts himself behind you, trying to make his cock stop aching.

You lean your head further into Chris and let moans continuously fall from your tongue. This serves Chris a good view of the side of your neck, he can't stop himself. He starts kisses your neck a few times to get you used to the sensation before he starts sucking and biting down onto the skin. He knows it'll leave marks; he wants it to.

Chris can feel you fighting against him, trying to move your hips for a faster pace. This he happily gives you. He speeds up his finger movements and insets his other finger, almost filling you up. "Damn baby you're so tight." He mostly mumbles out the sentence between all the attention he's giving your neck.

The sweet feeling of Chris's mouth soon turns into a small ache which mixes deliciously with the fingers attacking your insides. With the same hand that is inside of you, he uses that hands thumb to rubs circles on your clit again. The core inside of you beginning to put pressure against your lower stomach, Chris's touch getting you closer to the edge. "Chris I'm gonna cum. Please. Feels so good."

You feel the pain in your head begin to disappear as the pleasure increases. You open your eyes and immediately land on your best friend's fingers sliding in and out of your cunt, your slick covering his digits and slowly dripping down you. Your pussy tightens at the sight, "Cum for me baby, I know you can do it." He moves his arm down to your lower stomach and pushes. The pressure causing the pleasure to increase as you fall over the edge with a load moan of Chris's name.

Your cum seeks out of you and makes Chris's hand a mess. He licks and sucks it up, moaning at the taste of you. "Good job baby." He gives your neck one last kiss before kissing your cheek. You relax against him as you start to come down from the blissful high. "Y'feel better?"

You wait a few seconds before answering, trying to see if the pain comes back but it doesn't. You sigh in relief, "Yeah it's gone." Chris smiles and rubs up and down your thighs and stomach. You start to fall asleep in his arms when you feel a hardness on your lower back, realization dawns on you. "Wait you need help."

You try to sit up, but Chris just pushes you back. "It's okay, I'm okay, just go to sleep."

"But-"

"I swear it's fine. Get some rest." Chris leaves no room for questioning and starts to fall asleep himself when he feels your body go limp against his.

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the first one to make noise loses! — c.s

ⓘ oneshot ᛫ smut with little to no plot ᛫ lowercase intended ₊˚⊹

⟢ english isn't my first language and this is my first time writing smut so i'm really nervous to post this //

⟢ bsf!chris x reader // having sex with your best friend //

⟢ ~ 1.1k words //

“you sure you're that quiet during sex?” chris teased when you told him that you had never actually moaned for real during sex. you weren't sure how and where the topic popped up from, but it wasn't such a surprise knowing you both loved to switch topics every few seconds.

“well, i didn't just lay there silently, i did moan, but it was always like pretend-” you paused, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you were talking about something so intimate, but you continued anyway, seeing no point in backpedaling now. “like i dunno if the guys i've slept with just weren't good at it or if it's just a me problem—probably a me problem honestly.”

“wanna bet then?” chris suddenly asked, a slow grin plastering on his lips. he was, no doubt, plotting something that was sure to keep him entertained for days.

“bet? on what?” your brows knitted slightly in confusion as you looked at his increasingly mischievous grin. “chris what do you mean?” you pressed on, cocking an eyebrow when he giggled.

“let's have sex.” he finally said, his lips pressing into a toothless grin when he saw your wide-eyed expression, and his eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. “i mean it, let's have sex and the first one to make noise loses!” he exclaimed in between small giggles, obviously having fun seeing you look at him like he had grown a second head.

“what?” you blinked at him, not sure if you were misinterpreting his words or if he actually asked you—his best friend of how many years again? too many to count—to have sex with him and see who makes a sound first. “you're not for real...” you trailed off when you realised that he wasn't backpedalling or saying that he is just fucking with you. oh? so he is being dead serious, isn't he?

despite your shock and surprise, you somehow agreed to the bet. your curiosity, and desire, was far too great for you to resist it.

after the stupid bet was made, you found yourself laying on his bed stark naked with his hefty length shoved deep inside your eager cunt. his hands gripped the underside of your thighs as he kept you, almost, folded in half—your knees on either side of your bouncing tits.

chris barely held back a moan at the way your gummy walls squeezed his length so deliciously. your walls sucked him in greedily whenever he pulled back and your eyes practically rolled back into your skull whenever he thrust deep, and hard, enough to bruise your cervix.

he was biting his lips to suppress the sounds building in his throat as the pleasure consumed his senses, and you were no different despite your initial doubt that he could make you feel good when no one before him had succeeded.

your brows were knitted together and lips slightly parted as you tried your best not to let out the sounds that were bubbling in your throat. your face flushed further when you heard the sound of skin slapping against skin along with the watery squelches of his cock ramming in and out of your absolutely dripping wet sex.

“chris- oh, ffuuuck!” you couldn't take it anymore and moaned out his name. the moan you let out was such a foreign sound to you that, for a split second, you didn't believe it came out of you, but the disbelief was quickly diminished as more of those desperate mewls exited your lips as if the first one had broken a dam.

chris halted mid-thrust, a raspy chuckle escaping him when he realized you had caved in and lost the bet. his lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he increased his pace, one of his hands coming down to draw quick circles on your clit in time with his pounding.

“thaat's it, such a good girl.” chris drawled, grunting with each slam. “moan for me baby, louder.” he groaned, finally letting out his own sounds of pleasure, and just listening to him were enough to drive you crazy.

your moans grew louder and more desperate as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. your lower abdomen felt taut, a knot forming and twisting more and more as he kept dicking you down so good that you swore you saw sparks whenever he hit your sweet spot.

“sh-shit--shit! i'm gonna cum- i'm gonna... oh fuck!” you cried out when you felt your orgasm hit you in strong waves, making your whole body shudder and shake.

chris's breath hitched audibly when he felt your inner muscles milk his cock in quick, rhythmic pulses. “fuuck, i'm s'close- just a little more ma... just a little more.” he almost whined as he fucked you into the mattress, his head ducking down to bury itself in your neck as he let out grunts and groans.

he lost his rhythm when he felt the band in his stomach grow unbearably taut before slowly unraveling into waves of pleasure that ran through his whole body. he slammed into you one last time before starting to thrust shallowly, his hips jerking erratically as he pumped his warm cum deep into your greedy cunt.

after a few seconds, chris finally slumped on top of you, breathing deeply to slow down his heartbeat while also trying not to crush you under his weight, but you found the slight heaviness welcome—almost comforting as you caught your own breath.

“well, well, well, guess who just lost a bet.” chris teased after a while, propping himself on his elbows and looking down at you with a smirk. “guess you weren't so quiet during sex, i mean those were some impressive moans.” he mimicked your moan, earning himself a slap on his arm that turned him into a giggling mess.

you rolled your eyes at his laughter, even as a smile tugged at your lips, finding his giggles awfully adorable. “what will the loser do then? clean your room? do your laundry?” you scoffed despite your obvious amusement at his smug face.

“nope, the loser is gonna have to let me dick her down again 'cause that was the best sex i've ever had and i don't think being best friends will hold me back from having this sweet pussy again.” chris grinned unapologetically, earning a hearty laugh from you.

“you're crazy, but fine, a bet is a bet, plus i can't deny how good that was.” your words made him grin widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

both of you hissed softly when he pulled out, still sensitive from your orgasms. he rolled onto his back and pulled you with him, tucking you into his side as his chin rested on the top of your head, his arm wrapped around your waist.

you and chris talked about random things before drifting off to sleep mid-conversation, cuddling close to each other.

what a cute pair of best friends.

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[enemiestolovershoe]

Second Best. Chapter 1.

Matt Sturniolo x bsf!reader

Words: 1.4k

Chapter Warnings: crying, use of y/n

A/N: This is my first series. It got inspired by my relationship with my sister but it's not 1:1 what happens between us. If you feel the same. I'm sorry but you're not alone in this. 

Disclaimer: While the characters in this story are inspired by real people, the events and interactions are purely fictional and not reflective of reality.

Prologue

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The second you hit send on the text to Matt you threw your phone onto the passenger seat, shoved your keys into the ignition and gripped the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles turned white.

Your chest felt heavy, your breath uneven as your sister’s voice echoed in your head.

"You could do porn. It would be the same."

The lump in your throat grew as you backed out of the driveway, blinking rapidly to fight the tears burning your eyes. You didn’t want to cry over her again.

But this time was different.

This time, she had humiliated you in front of your parents in the middle of what should have been a proud moment.

You had just hit a million subscribers. A million. And instead of being happy for you, Jenna had turned it into another way to belittle you. To make you feel like nothing.

Your hands gripped the wheel tighter as you pulled up to the familiar house, barely putting the car in park before the front door swung open.

Matt.

He was already stepping onto the porch, hoodie loose around his frame, his face etched with concern.

The second you opened your car door, your body gave out.

A sob escaped your lips as Matt reached you, wrapping you up in a tight hug before you could even take a step. His arms were strong and steady, his warmth grounding you as your fingers clutched onto his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.

"Hey, hey. I got you," he murmured against your hair. His voice was soft, comforting. "You’re okay. Just breathe."

But you couldn’t breathe.

Your body trembled against his. The weight of everything finally crashing over you. The years of competing with a sister who always won, the countless nights of feeling like an afterthought. It all felt too much.

Matt didn’t let go. He held you tighter. Letting you break right there in his arms.

By the time you pulled away, your face was damp with tears, your head pounding. Matt kept his hands on your arms, scanning your face carefully.

“What happened?” he asked gently.

You swallowed hard. “Jenna.”

His jaw clenched. Of course.

Before he could say anything, movement at the doorway caught your attention.

"Y/N?"

Nick and Chris stood there. Both in sweats, watching you with concern.

Chris frowned. “What the hell happened?”

Nick crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. “Did she say something again?”

You hesitated, the lump in your throat making it impossible to speak.

Matt exhaled sharply. “Let her breathe. She doesn’t need to talk about it out here.”

You nodded weakly, letting him guide you inside. The second the warmth of their house wrapped around you, a different kind of emotion hit. Safety.

Nick and Chris followed close behind as you stepped into the living room. You hardly made it to the couch before your legs gave in and you collapsed into the cushions.

Nick sat beside you. Immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders. His warmth and steady presence made it a little easier to breathe.

Chris plopped onto the other side of the couch, shaking his head. “Alright, what did she say this time?”

You wiped at your eyes, voice barely above a whisper. “It was bad.”

Nick’s grip on you tightened slightly. “How bad?”

Your lips parted, but the words got caught in your throat. The tears welled up again. And this time, you couldn’t stop them.

Matt knelt in front of you. His hands resting gently on your knees. "Hey.. take your time."

You let out a shaky breath, your voice breaking as you finally let it all out.

“She—she undermined everything. She said some of us have real jobs and actually have to work for money, and that I justget to rot at home and make money off stupid little vlogs. She called you guys my ‘boyfriends’ again. Said I should justdo porn, that it’d be the same thing. She said you’d probably like that a lot.”

Nick’s grip on you tightened slightly.

“She—” Your voice wavered and Matt gave your hand a reassuring squeeze grounding you. “She said it must be nice getting all the praise while she’s ‘just here.’ Like I stole something from her. Like I don’t deserve this.”

Chris let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“She made it seem like my success is nothing,” you continued, voice cracking. “Like I’ll never be worth noticing. She even said I spent my whole life chasing after her and, and you guys instead of actually being someone. That no matter what I do, I’ll never be her.”

Matt’s whole body tensed. His fingers curled into fists against his thighs. “She actually said all of that?” His voice was dangerously low.

You swallowed hard, nodding. “She hates that I’m finally doing something right. That people care about me. She can’tstand it.”

Nick pulled you closer. “That’s disgusting, Y/N. You don’t deserve that. You never did.”

Chris exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

Matt's own expression was unreadable. His jaw locked. You could tell he was holding back his anger.

Instead, he focused on you.

He reached for your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Hey,” he said softly. “You know none of that shit shesaid is true, right?”

Your eyes met his, more tears slipping down your cheeks. “Then why does it feel like she already won?”

Nick squeezed your arm. “Because she wants you to feel that way. That’s how she wins.”

Chris leaned forward. “But she’s not winning, Y/N. You are.”

A small sniffle escaped you, your chest aching from everything.

Matt gave you a small smile. “And speaking of you winning…” He reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out his phone. “We were gonna wait ‘til you got here, but I think now’s a good time.”

You blinked at him, confused. “What are you—”

Suddenly, music blasted from the speaker.

Nick jumped up, raising his arms. “CONGRATULATIONS ON ONE MILLION, Y/N!”

Chris threw confetti—actual confetti—from behind the couch, grinning.

Matt, still kneeling in front of you, smirked. “We had this planned before you even texted. We knew you were gonna hit a mil today and we were not about to let you get away without celebrating.”

Your breath hitched, your heart swelling.

Nick grabbed a party horn and blew it directly in your face. “You’re a freaking YouTube star now!”

Chris laughed. “A legend.”

Tears filled your eyes again. But this time, they weren’t from pain.

You glanced at Matt, who was still watching you closely like he was waiting for your reaction. His hand was still wrapped around yours, his fingers warm and steady.

Before you could say anything, Matt suddenly pulled you into a tight hug. His arms locking around you securely.

You melted into him. Your hands gripping the fabric of his hoodie as he held you close, his chin resting lightly on top of your head. “I’m so proud of you,” he murmured softly, just for you to hear.

Your heart clenched. The warmth of his voice, the way he was holding you—it made all the weight of tonight disappear for a second.

He lingered for a moment. His grip was firm like he wasn’t ready to let go yet. Then, before pulling away, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Your breath caught.

Matt’s eyes met yours when he leaned back, his expression unreadable but the warmth was still there.

You barely had a second to process it before you caught movement in your peripheral vision.

Nick and Chris, still standing nearby, exchanged a knowing smirk.

You rolled your eyes at them. Your face warming. “Oh my God, shut up.”

Chris grinned. “I didn’t say anything.”

Nick shrugged. “Me neither.”

Matt shot them both a look before turning back to you. His smile softer now. “And we’re so proud of you, Y/N. No matter what she says. This? This is real. And you earned it.”

Something in your chest cracked open at his words, the weight of Jenna’s voice fading just a little.

You weren’t alone.

You never were.

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♡ fratboy!chris making bsf!sorority!reader squirt for the first time

"c-chris—i-i can't—" you cut yourself off with a sharp whine, your thighs trembling around chris' head which is stuffed between them. he has a hand on your hip to keep you from squirming, the other finger fucking three fingers deep inside your sopping pussy while his tongue works your clit.

you're very overstimulated. chris has been down there for way too long, and every time he makes you cum, he doesn't stop. he keeps going, and every round gets more to be too much than the last. but the thing is, you’re not even trying to get away.

the state you're in doesn't help either, having smoked one too many joints with chris in his room, which lead to this as usual. your vision is cloudy, your mind is hazy, and the way he's eating you out with so much vigor makes you feel like you might just burst.

"i-i can't, i can't—" you whimper, your back arching off the bed, fingers pulling hard at his messy brown waves, panting heavily. you can barely see him through your splotchy vision, but you can tell he's having a damn field day.

his eyes are closed, pussy drunk beyond belief, shoving his fingers in and out of your abused cunt at an ungodly pace while his lips suck on your clit like a lollipop. chris is letting out low groans and grunts at your taste, always so sweet, and the way your pussy is so pretty and sloppy—his saliva drooling down your skin mixed with slick.

"p-puh-please," you gasp, inhaling shakily, overstimulated tears brimming your waterline as you try to buck your hips against his face, but his hand on your hip pushes you back down, grunting against your cunt, sending a vibration through you that makes your thighs burn.

"shh—you're good, kid, relax," he mumbles against your sensitive pearl, swirling his tongue around it as his red-rimmed eyes flit up to your fucked out face. "just gimme one more, c'mon. i know you can."

you can feel a tension bubbling in your tummy, like an intense pressure that's about to burst, that makes you want to push out, and it feels like everything is a blur. strings of heavy whines and moans come from your quivering lips, your head throwing back into his pillows as you pull his hair harder, eliciting a groan from him.

this feeling is unfamiliar, and it's so much, but you make no effort to move away. "chris! i-i can't, i can't! t-too much!" you pant, your belly muscles flexing when the pressure intensifies.

chris growls against your cute cunt, narrowing his eyes up at you, only fucking his fingers into you faster as your gummy walls squeeze around them, the wet squelches coming from your hole making his dick harder than it already is.

"too much?" he chuckles darkly, tapping his tongue flatly against your bud with a wet pat pat pat. "nah. s'never too much for you. just cum f'me, can feel you squeezin' my fingers."

and suddenly, you involuntarily push down when the pressure explodes in your belly, letting out a strangled squeal as a clear liquid gushes from your aching pussy, soaking chris' face and hand. your thighs shake and squeeze around his head, your vision white, back bowing off the bed as you squirm. you've never felt anything so fucking intense before.

chris groans lowly in surprise and arousal. he feels his cock twitching in his sweatpants, chuckling darkly as he licks up your mess from your inner thighs and pulsing cunt, slowly fingering you through your high before removing his fingers. he sits up on his knees, his face coated in a sheen of your release as he sucks his fingers clean.

you don't even know what's happened until you lift your head to look at him through lidded eyes, panting like crazy, your eyes widening when you realize what you just did, and you feel a little embarrassed too.

"goddamn, kid," he snickers tauntingly, licking your release off his arm as he keeps his eyes on your embarrassed face, your shocked eyes flickering from the tent in his sweats to his damp face. "didn't know you could do that shit, made a pretty lil' mess all over my face. fuckin' hot."

thank you for reading!! <3

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