#chris smut

[chrattho1]

chris sturniolo smut

little, lacy set

warnings: unprotected sex, established relationship, kinda rough ( just a little ), not proofread.

inspired by this thing that he said.

chris’s posture stiff but he is laid back against the couch, manspreading as he watched you laugh and giggle with nick right in front of him.

that wasn’t the issue at all though, it was the way your pyjamas slid off your waist to your hip bone with every small move your body made, giving him limited view of your dainty, pretty, lacy panties.

his eyes shamelessly drop to where the thin fabric sat on your skin, he gulps taking the sight in.

his mind immediately going places, thoughts invaded by imagination of just how perfect your pussy must look in those. he wonders if you have the whole set on or just the panties, either way he’d like to confirm. he’d like to see you in that little, lacy set.

as nick grows tired and eventually yawns his way out of the living room, leaving chris alone with you. finally- he thinks.

a smirk grows on chris’s face, his eyes darkening as watches you get up from your spot to come sit beside him.

“why’d you come here? go sit all the way there, so far away from me giggling and shit” he stops you mid way, chris’s tone remains serious but his expression gives away the playfulness of his words.

“baby we were in the same room” you justify your actions, your actions of not being in his one meter radius for a small moment.

chris rolls his eyes at you, his body turning to face you now. he stretches his hand forward, tugging one of his fingers in the waistband of your pyjamas, pulling you close in a swift motion, his face right in front of your belly.

he looks up at you with a small smile before nuzzling his face into the exposed skin your crop top gives him access to in front of him. your hands habitually tangle in his hair, as he rubs his nose in your stomach and groans loudly.

“whats the issue?” a small yet prominent frown displayed on your face when he looks up at you with hooded eyes and shakes his head before putting his face back in your tummy.

his hands grip your sides as he continues to groan and pull you closer into his face. you can feel his breath settle when he leaves his mouth open, slowly kissing and sucking on the skin right above your hipbone, right above the waistband of your panties.

you can feel his sharp teeth slowly take the fabric in his mouth, pulling it down just a little, a soft gasp leaves your lips as his mouth leaves sloppy and messy kisses beneath the small piece of cloth he just pulled down.

“you know you’ve been torturing me this whole time?” his words muffled against your soft skin. your grip tightens in his hair.

he looks up at you, his bottom lip jutted out and rested on your skin. his eyes dark with desire.

he moves his hands to the border of pyjamas, pulling them down just enough to give him the full view of your underwear, chris’s lets out a sound-something between a whine and a groan.

his head tilts and he presses his face right on your core, his nose nudging your folds through the lace. his eyes shut as he breaths you in, slowly opening his mouth and pecking your clothed centre. his tongue pokes out with each one of the kisses, he can already feel the wetness seep through the panties onto his taste buds.

your thighs quivering and a shiver runs down your spine with each one of his actions. his hand slowly makes its way up from you hip and roams around the rest of your body. in a fleet motion he swings your body onto the couch, your head flops down with no warning-making you yelp.

“stay quite” his words almost unheard between his hasty moves, one of his his hands grip your hip and the other pulls on your shirt. his kisses get sloppier by the second, your pants pooling around your knees, falling down unnoticed.

he pulls away to quickly get rid of your shirt, your face and hair disheveling in the process.

he props his head to get a good look, you are wearing the whole set.

“fuck.” chris’s mouth slightly agape taking in the sight of you in a lacy lingerie set sprawled out on the couch, he’d seen you in one before but it’ll never have less of an effect on him.

“y’knew what you were doing wearing this huh?” his voice husky, huskier than when he wakes up.

“now you gotta stay quite for me ma, okay?” you nod, your heart racing and breathing ragged.

he settles between your knees, his hands fiddling with his belt and zipper.

the rate at which he is moving shows you just how much he wants you right now, your breathing gets caught in your throat when he successfully pulls down both his pants and boxers in 0.2 seconds.

his hard cock springs free, bobbing around in air before he props himself on one elbow above you, his fingers sliding your panties off to the side, picking up some residue of your wetness in the process.

he aligns himself with your entrance, pushing in at once with a deep thrust, an involuntary whimper passes through his mouth. bottom lip caught between his teeth.

your mouth forms an “o” with the way its open, holding back screams and moans.

“get this off” chris’s eyes land on your bra.

you try your best to unbuckle it in the position you are in right now.

“just—fucking do it!” chris’s hands fly to your bra straps pulling them down as he whisper shouts in your face, his spit landing on your cheek.

once he can see your tits in front-he starts moving, thrusting slowly at first making sure they don’t make too much noise.

the couch creaks and shifts a little as chris increases his pace, your eyes roll back and his hand flies to your mouth.

“you like getting fucked like this huh? like wearing slutty lace for me?” his nose pushing into yours as he moves, thats how close his face is.

“answer me” he looks at you in the eyes, wanting you to nod.

and you do. your face scrunched up in pleasure as he increases the speed of his thrusts, plunging into you with everything in him, not caring about the sounds created by the skin contact.

“god i could fuck you all day…” his eyes drop to the way your tits bounces with every thrust, trailing back to your fucked out features and the lower half of your face that’s covered with his hand, he presses on to your mouth even more feeling his stomach curl at the way your your tight walls take him in every time he bottoms out.

you can feel the pressure building in your lower belly rapidly, he pulls his propped elbow up to wrap your legs around his waist. your eyes shut in pleasure, a deep frown on your face.

“fuck -you feel so good ma, so fucking good” he can feel you clench around him at his words, his eyes fluttering at the sensation.

“gonna cum already? cum for me ma, look at me” breathless words flow out of his mouth, his hips snapping into yours with force.

he can feel you tightly pucker your lips under his palm, holding back the loud screech he knows you let out when you cum.

your legs shake around his torso, and you cum around his dick. head thrown back, back arched and hips bucked.

“fu-fuck fuc-” his voice low as he tries to contain himself, following right behind you with his orgasm and filling you up.

he pants through the last few thrusts to get rid of both of your highs.

“fuck..” he exhales pulling out of you slowly, watching his cum spill over your panties and thighs, making sort of a mess on the couch he shares with his brothers but he could care less about that right now.

he finally pulls his hand off you mouth, you let out a deep breath from your drool covered mouth. your chest heaving.

“i have definitely had a dream about this before” he chuckles softly looking at you in awe.

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[strnilolover]

──── sensitive ⌗ c.s

your body jolts with every stroke of chris’ tongue against your aching pussy, the pleasure so intense it’s almost unbearable. you were so so sensitive. your fingers tangled in his hair, trying to push him away—thighs squeezing around his head in a desperate attempt to close off the overwhelming sensation.

and chris isn’t having it.

with a growl, he rips himself away from you—his face glistening with your arousal, lips swollen and parted as he glares up at you. his grip on your thighs tightens, prying them apart with ease before shoving them down against the mattress, pinning you wide open. his fingers dig into your soft skin, making sure you feel just how little control you have in this moment.

“aww,” he coos. “is someone sensitive?” his head tilts slightly, voice mocking. his smirk growing as he watches your chest rise and fall in shallow, shaky breaths. “that’s too fucking bad.” he spits, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

you let out a whimper, your wrists twitching at your sides like you want to reach out and stop him, but you know better than to move. he leans in closer, his lips ghosting over your soaked folds.

“stay still,” he orders. “or we’re doing this until you can learn to stay still.” then his tongue swipes teasingly across your clit, just enough to make your thighs twitch, but his grip keeps them locked in place. “your choice, ma.”

and you barely have a second to process before he’s back on you, tongue pressing deep, lips wrapping around your swollen clit as he sucks with no mercy. this time, there’s no escape—his grip is firm, and he’s not stopping until he decides you’ve had enough.

a/n : love dom!chris just as much as i love sub!chris

[mi-co-uk]

FIC RECS + P LINKS

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🎀: @delilahsturniolo

🎀: @st7rnioioss

🎀: @whor3ing

🎀: @sosasturns

🎀: @mattsmedusa

🎀: @v6nillaa

🎀: @oopsiedaisydeer

🎀: @sturnslutz

🧸: chris loves fingering

🧸: doggy with matt

🧸: chris loves to be close and watch ur facial expressions

🧸: morning sex with matt

🧸: chris is rough on the couch

──★ taglist:

@pair-of-pantaloons @oopsiedaisydeer @corspebridedelrey @faiyaz555 @izzylovesmatt @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @sturns-mermaid @emely9274 @baebadoobee4ever @fw-lee @afr8idofrats @stvrniolotrxpl3ts @pr3ttylittleslutt @franticroads @m4gz-png @sosasturns @clairomatt @allisonclairee @mattshorsenecklace @whor3ing @matts-girlfriend @obsessedwiththesturniolos @shadowthesim237

[humpster35]

exactly and i deadass have been trying to find this clip again

not letting yall forget about this.

#needitdesperately 

[chrissminipizzas]

See know what if I just bite him

[starboye]

it seems the only to shut chris up is to sit on his face

he had been yapping for hours now and as much as you enjoyed his talking you just wanted a couple moments of silence and chris was making that rough enough, he was talking about something concerning his brothers and a video they were gonna do but you couldn't make out the rest seeing as he was talking to fast

so what better way to get him to quiet down than sitting on his face, so you drag him to his room, pushing him on his bed and straddling his lap and yet he was still going on about something else "chris baby please quiet down for a minute" you place a finger over his lips and lay him on his back

and before he could even get the next few words out you had your ass on his face, and withing seconds his hands were attached to your waist to bring your wet folds closer to his mouth, his tongue reveling in the amazing taste of it, his tongue occasionally flicking at your clit to send chills though your body

you pulled his head closer by his curls and dropped more of your weight on his face, his now aching hard cock struggling to get out of his sweatpants "what, can't talk anymore" you tease before immediately regretting it when chris plunges his tongue in your pussy, you tried jerking up but he pulled you back down

you tried pulling his hair but that just made him more determined to make you squirt all over his face, you could hear his muffled grunts and moans while his hips jerked upward into nothing imagining it to be your hand or mouth

so to help them man you get into 69 position, his cock in your mouth and your soaking cunt on his mouth, you sucked him off so well thy he felt like he could bust withing seconds of you wrapping your lips around his dick, he thrusted in your mouth, continuously hitting the back of your throat

"m'gonna fuckkkk" a muffled moan came from under you before chris flooded your mouth with his cum, you rode his face harder, his beard stubble rubbing the insides of your legs making you squirt all over his mouth, a mess that he quickly licked up with satisfied hums "if me talking a lot makes you do this i'll yap all you want" he smirks

[camzeecorner]

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𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢. 𝘧𝘪��𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘴. 𝘥𝘪𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦. 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵. 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺.

☠︎︎༒︎✞ 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 ☠︎︎༒︎✞

𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴. ��𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵. 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘥𝘷𝘥𝘴. 𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳.

𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙀𝘿 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙆𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀.. ↴

- 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦

- 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳

[sturnstars5]

craven morehead.

[freshlyinlovewchris]

Sigh guys why are THOSE sturniolo fans arriving on tumblr, I just read a whole paragraph about how we’re disgusting whores💔 and they don’t fw it

[chrattho1]

texts between fwb!matt x partygirl!reader pt4 !

summary: rating juno positions (pt1)

warnings: suggestive comments and all that

pt1 pt2 pt3

more of this au here.

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[sturnsblogs]

DEMANDED ATTENTION

WARNINGS- SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT CHOKING

—

You were frustrated, irritated by the way Chris was paying more attention to his game than to you. The silence between you two had stretched far too long, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. You walked into the room, where Chris was fully absorbed in Fortnite, his headset on as he stared at the screen. Without a second thought, you climbed onto his lap, reaching over to mute his mic, making sure he couldn’t focus on the game.

“Baby… please, can you get off?” His voice was strained, clearly not thrilled about the interruption. He glanced at you briefly, shifting his camera. “Mama, just give me a little more… hm?”

You whined, feeling the frustration building up inside. “Chriiisss!! Please, baby… you’re ignoring me.” You began planting soft, teasing kisses along his neck, your lips brushing against his skin, and his eyes fluttered shut for just a moment, clearly affected. He took a deep breath, cupping your cheeks gently. “Angel, just give me a little more time,” he muttered, but his tone was softer now, filled with an undercurrent of affection, despite his annoyance.

You sighed dramatically, knowing he was still focused on the game. The hours dragged on, and you stayed on the bed, crossing your arms and pouting. You couldn’t help but feel neglected, your need for his attention ignored. Finally, when he finished, Chris walked out of Matt’s room and toward his own. He froze as soon as he saw you, still pouting, clearly upset.

“Baby… you wanna cuddle now?” He asked, his voice full of gentle concern.

You shook your head, not even bothering to face him. You were done. The lack of attention had worn you thin. You turned your back to him, a clear signal that you weren’t in the mood for his usual attempts to fix things.

Chris sighed heavily, walking toward you and sitting down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He reached for your shoulder, trying to get you to face him. “C’mon, princess. Don’t piss me off,” he muttered, trying to mask the frustration growing in his chest.

You turned slowly, your gaze avoiding his. “You don’t even care about me,” you whispered, voice tinged with hurt and vulnerability. The words stung, and it was clear they hit harder than you intended.

Chris’ eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched. “You want me to fucking prove I love you?” He growled, his patience finally snapping.

The air between you thickened, charged with tension that had been simmering all night. Your heart raced at his tone, the raw edge in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his hand sliding up your arm with a firm but careful grip. He tilted your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his, and the intensity there made your breath hitch.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, but laced with something deeper—something desperate. “Tell me I don’t care.”

You opened your mouth, but the words caught in your throat. The way he was looking at you, the heat radiating off him, made your defiance falter. Instead, a soft whimper escaped, and that seemed to be all the answer he needed.

In one swift motion, he pulled you closer, his lips crashing against yours with a hunger that silenced every doubt swirling in your mind. The kiss was messy, urgent, his hands roaming your body like he was staking a claim. You melted into him, the frustration you’d felt earlier dissolving under the weight of his touch. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your jaw, your neck, leaving a burning path in their wake.

“Chris…” you breathed, your voice trembling as his hands slid under your shirt, tugging it up and off with a roughness that made your pulse quicken. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, his fingers deftly working at the rest of your clothes until you were bare beneath him, vulnerable and exposed.

“You think I don’t care?” he muttered against your skin, his breath hot as he pressed himself closer, the mattress shifting under his weight. “I’ll show you how much I fucking care.”

Before you could process his words, he was on you, his body pinning yours to the bed. The world narrowed to the heat of him, the way he moved with a purpose that left no room for doubt. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him, and then he was inside you, deep and unrelenting. A gasp tore from your throat, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he set a rhythm that was both punishing and pleading.

“Still think I’m ignoring you?” he growled, his voice rough in your ear as he thrust harder, each movement driving him deeper, filling you completely. Your head tipped back, overwhelmed by the intensity, the way he claimed you like he needed to prove something—to you, to himself.

All you could do was cling to him, your earlier frustration replaced by a desperate need for him, for this. The tension that had built up over the hours unraveled in waves, each one crashing over you as he pushed you closer to the edge. His name fell from your lips in broken whispers, and he groaned in response, his grip tightening as he buried himself even deeper, like he couldn’t get close enough.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice raw, ragged, as he drove into you with a force that made your whole body tremble. You tried to answer, your lips parting to form the words, but all that came out were babbled moans, incoherent and needy. “Mmm—y-yours—ahh—” The sounds spilled from you uncontrollably, your mind too scrambled to string together anything coherent as he pushed you past the point of thought.

His hand slid up your body, fingers wrapping around your throat—not too tight, but enough to make your pulse race beneath his grip. “Say sorry,” he growled, his voice dark and commanding, his hips slamming into yours with a relentless rhythm. “Say sorry for interrupting my game, princess.”

“S-sorry—ohh—Chris, I—” Your words dissolved into a mess of whimpers and moans, your body arching beneath him as the pressure built. He shifted then, one hand hooking under your thigh, lifting and adjusting your leg over his shoulder. The new angle made you cry out, his thrusts now hitting that perfect spot inside you with devastating precision, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“There it is,” he muttered, his voice rough with satisfaction as he watched your reaction, driving into you harder, deeper, each stroke igniting a fire that spread through every nerve. His hand tightened slightly on your throat, guiding your gaze back to his, and the look in his eyes—wild, possessive—pushed you closer to the brink.

“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice a rough whisper as he pounded into that spot relentlessly. The pressure coiled tight, too much to hold back—his grip, the angle, the way he filled you completely.

Your body tensed, a sharp, shuddering cry ripping from your throat as you came, the orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. It started deep in your core, a white-hot burst that radiated outward, your walls clenching around him as your legs shook uncontrollably.

Your vision blurred, stars dancing behind your eyelids, and your babbled moans turned into a desperate, keening sound—half his name, half pure release—as the pleasure consumed you, leaving you boneless and gasping beneath him.

He didn’t stop, chasing his own release with a few more punishing thrusts, his grip on your throat loosening as he groaned your name, spilling inside you with a shudder. The weight of him collapsed against you for a moment, both of you breathing hard, the room heavy with the scent of sweat and sex.

After a beat, Chris rolled off you, pulling you gently into his arms. His demeanor shifted, the roughness giving way to something softer as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “Hey… you okay, angel?” he asked, his voice quiet now, laced with concern. “Was I too rough?”

You nestled into his chest, still catching your breath, your body buzzing from the intensity. “No… I’m okay,” you murmured, a small, tired smile tugging at your lips. “Just… wow.”

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Didn’t mean to lose it like that.” His fingers traced lazy circles on your back, soothing the marks he’d left behind. “You want some water? Anything?”

You shook your head, content to stay wrapped in his warmth. “Just stay here,” you whispered, and he tightened his hold on you, his breathing steadying as he held you close, the storm between you finally settled.

—

A/N- STRICTLY FOR @freshlyinlovewchris

My beautiful babies- @blushsturns @starrii-sturns @izzylovesmatt @chrisslut04 @jimmasterflashh @oopsiedaisydeer @csturnioloswifey @just-a-girl-1 @sturdyyolo @sturnslvtt @sturnbows @sturdyyolo @chriss-slutt @franticroads @thecrawlys @ribbonlovergirl @sturniolosrtewsexy

[freshluvr]

house party with dealer!chris and sweet!reader

⚠︎ mentions of underage drinking & drug use, mentions of drunk people, use of y/n - if there’s anything else lmk xx ⚠︎

Chris pulled up to the front of the house, one hand on the steering wheel, the other high up on y/n’s thigh. Y/n gently rests her hand on top of Chris’, her thumb rubbing back and forth unconsciously. Her knee bounces up and down with nerves, biting the nails on her right hand harshly. One the car is in park, Chris looks over at y/n, scoffing slightly and pulling her fingers away from her mouth.

“Relax ma, I ain’t gonna let nothing bad happen. I gotchu.” He speaks smoothly, holding both of her hands firmly in one of his as he used the other to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He admires her, looking at the beautifully done makeup on her face - making her look more delicate than ever. He admires her clean, shiny hair and the way it was styled in pretty waves. He admired the short, floral, dark red sundress she was wearing - not because of how good it made her tits look or how much of her legs it showed off, but because of how genuinely gorgeous he thought it made her look. Chris was admiring her so intently, that he didn’t even realise the car had been engulfed in silence until y/n spoke up.

“What’s wrong? Is my makeup rubbed off? Can you see my spots?” She panicked, turning to look in the rear view mirror. Before she even had a chance to worry about her acne showing or her makeup not looking good, Chris gently grabbed her chin and turned her head towards him. He leans in to kiss her, but she pulls away slightly. “I’ll get lipstick on you!” She giggles slightly.

“Good. Let everyone know I’m yours.” He pulls her in again, more firmly this time so she can’t pull away, but still ever so gently. After a few seconds, they pull away. y/n is blushing like an idiot, and Chris is looking lovingly into her doe eyes. “I fuckin’ love you ma.” He states intensely, not stuttering and not breaking eye contact as he said it. This made y/n blush even more ferociously. Sure, they’d said they loved each other before, but never so intimately. Never so assertively.

“I love you too Chris.” She beams, kissing his cheek gently before reaching to rub off the gloss she’d left printed. All Chris did was grab her wrist and shake his head, insisting that it was kept on there. She smiled warmly, and they both got out the car. y/n walked round to Chris’ side and grabbed a hold of his hand gently. As soon as he felt this, Chris gripped her hand back, pulling her inside.

The music was booming, vibrating off the walls. Chris dapped up a few of his mates, introducing y/n to the ones she hadn’t yet met. She waved politely and made conversation with a couple of them whilst Chris was sorting out business. Despite him being busy selling to all sorts of people throughout the night, Chris always ensured he stayed close to y/n. He didn’t stop her from doing anything, but monitored everything she was doing to make sure she was safe.

y/n nursed her fourth cup of whatever concoction was in the punch bowl, swaying slightly as she talked to some friends she’d seen. Then, ‘come on Eileen’ started playing through the speakers. y/n gasped with utter joy and span around, making eye contact with Chris. He knew no matter what he said, there was no getting out of what was about to happen.

You see, the perks of being a wallflower was one of y/n’s favourite movies of all time. After watching it multiple times whilst staying over at Chris’ house, she asked him to learn the dance with her. They went back and forth a little, Chris not wanting to do it and y/n wanting nothing more, but ultimately Chris knew he couldn’t reject this idea. So, despite the minimal effort he put into it, the ‘come on Eileen’ dance was now their dance, and they’d do it whenever the song came on. No exceptions. No way out of it.

y/n smiled at him and pulled him towards the centre of the living room, preparing to start. Chris tried his hardest not to crack a smile, but seeing the tipsy girl look so happy was making it insanely difficult. As they danced, they got many looks from the people around. Some people were looking impressed, mostly at the fact that Chris had agreed to not only learn the dance but also do it in public, whilst others just simply rolled their eyes. Despite the little effort Chris was putting into it, in an attempt to keep up his cold dealer persona, y/n couldn’t be happier. Once the dance section was over, she threw herself into Chris’ chest, wrapping her arms around his neck whilst his hands found themselves cupping her ass. She kissed him lovingly yet passionately, smiling into it as she did so.

Normally, y/n wasn’t one for PDA as she was too afraid of making people uncomfortable. However, the pure serotonin racing through her body combined with the heavy mixture of alcohol she had consumed was doing nothing for her social awareness. She pulled away and looked down, blushing for what felt like the millionth time that day, smiling to herself like an idiot. Chris’ hands moved, one gripping her waist possessively and the other moving gently to her neck, his thumb pushing her chin up to make eye contact with him once more. He leaned down again and kissed her forehead, just wanting to hold her close.

The moment was sweet and comfortably intimate, until someone walked over to Chris and tapped his shoulder. Chris rolled his eyes and turned to face the interrupting boy - still keeping one hand on y/n’s waist. Once she realised what the boy wanted, y/n pulled away from Chris and told him she was going to find her friends again. He nodded and petted her head as she walked away, not being able to help but check her out as her hips swayed further and further away.

Unable to find her friends, y/n settled at the drinks table, filling cup after cup with the sweet tasting alcohol. She stood on her own, scanning the crowd for anyone she recognised, reaching into her bra to pull out her strawberry vape. She stood there, puffing the crystal bar from one hand and holding her drink in the other. Seconds turned into minutes, which then turned into half an hour before Chris finally found her again. By this point, she was barely standing on her own. Chris found her supporting her weight on the wall as she puffed on her vape, smiling at nothing in her drunken state.

“How much you drank, ma?” He questioned, taking her face in both of his hands gently. She simply shrugged at his question, giggling to herself even though nothing was funny. He rolled his eyes playfully at her, speaking to her in a soft tone. “You ready to go?” He didn’t want to leave, knowing that the later he stayed, the better business would be for him. But right now, looking at the state his girl was in, he wasn’t bothered about the sale. All he was bothered about was her.

y/n pouted slightly, shaking her head a little too fast which made her slightly dizzy. She gripped onto Chris’ arms to stabilise herself before speaking slowly. “I’m having funnnn… you go sell some weed and I’ll stay here with the drinks and make friends.” She slurred, smiling innocently at Chris under his harsh gaze. At first, Chris considered listening to her, but then he saw her slow blinks and the way her eyes were rolling back slightly. He shook his head at her, picking her up like a koala which allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist. “We’re goin’ home, m’kay. Imma look after you.”

“Chris…” y/n whispered sleepily into his ear as he carried her to the car. He hummed in response, waiting for her to continue. “Thank you for tonight… for dancing with me. You made me happy… you make me happy.”

“I’ll always dance wi’ you doll.”

Let me know if you like this and also send in some ideas on what to write either in the comments or in my inbox!!!

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the amazing dividers once again!!!

tag: @chrissweetheart @dealerchrisgf @sturniololover-09 @lvrsturniolo @adoreeelana

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[sl4tforchris]

chris come over in #cravinmorehead :((

[mi-co-uk]

comment what u wanna see first !!

UPCOMING CONTENT ──★ !!

SERIES:

LOVE ME NOT PART 4

- chris doesn't remember the previous night while reader tries to get her revenge. will chris finally make a move? 😝😝 [smut]

ANTIDOTE PART 2

- reader unsuccessfully tries to forget about her interaction with matt at the party.. what will happen if matt catches her touching herself to the thought of him? [smut]

EMPTY PAGES PART 1

- reader impulsively asks matt to take her virginity , is it worth the pleasure if it makes her feel worse about herself? [smut]

COMING CLEAN PART 5

- matt doesn't know how to cheer up reader - then he figures out her plan to get a flight out of LA [angst]

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- a/n the amount of smut I have half written in my notes is INSANE

SONG BASED FICS

- "candy" by Ravyn Lenae [smut w matt]

- "somebody else" by the 1975 [angst/smut w chris]

- "sports car" by tate mcrae [smut with ??]

- "old recliners" by role model [fluff w matt]

- "my strange addiction" by billie eilish [smut w chris]

- "we hug now" Sydney rose [angst w ??]

- "cologne" by beabadoobee [smut w matt]

- "pretend lovers" by montell fish [smut/angst w ??]

- "beautiful boy" by esha tewari [angst w ??]

- "couldn't make it any harder" by sabrina carpenter [angst/fluff/smut w ??]

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- a/n there will be more song based fics I'm just only showing the 10 I'll be doing first :3 yall gave me loads that I love so tysm ! <3

thank you so much for all the support on my posts n everything I love yall sm :3

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[sweetshuga]

𝑴𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ cursing ⋆ bsf!chris ⋆ pet names ⋆ Chris gets hard and tries (but fails) to hide it ⋆ backshots ⋆ degradation kink ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ spanking ⋆ (slight) manhandling ⋆ rough sex ⋆ creampie + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... Your boyfriend broke up with you before you could show him the new lingerie you bought so Chris, your best friend, agreed to let you model for him.

You had just finished unpacking all the things you had bought from the intimate apparel shop you frequented. You were ecstatic to model the sexy pieces for your boyfriend of 2 months.

A smile plastered on your face when you saw your phone light up with a few notifications from your boyfriend, Jesse. You quickly took your phone from the nightstand and opened your messages to check what he had sent.

Your smile faltered almost immediately when you saw the messages. You could not believe your eyes.

"Hey, uh, I know we were supposed to meet up later today, but I don’t think this is working out. Let’s break up."

Did this guy just break up with you? Over text?

You groaned in annoyance as you threw your phone on your bed after replying with a simple "Okay". You plopped down beside your phone, face down and sprawled out. "And I had just bought new lingerie too… Asshole." You muttered into the bed, but before you could sulk any more, you suddenly sat upright, having remembered something.

"I can just model it for Chris, he’ll be fine with it… right?" You asked yourself, a hint of uncertainty creeping into your mind.

You weren’t sure if Chris would be up for it. It was something rather intimate, after all. "Only one way to find out." You mumbled to yourself as you took your phone from the bed beside you and clicked on Chris’ contact and pressed call, putting your phone up to your ear with bated breath as you waited for him to pick up.

On the third ring, a raspy voice picked up the call. "Hey, what’s up?" Chris mumbled, yawning afterwards — making it clear that he was woken up by your call. "Sorry if I woke you up, but um… Can I come over?" "Come over? Now? Why?" You looked at the digital clock on your nightstand beside your bed, seeing that it was in fact a bit late.

"It’s only 8 pm? Anyway, about the ‘why’ question... Jesse just broke up with me over text and I was gonna model some lingerie for him, but because of us breaking up I don’t have anyone to model it for-" "Fine, just shut up and come over." Chris interrupted you mid-sentence, not wanting to hear you ramble on about yet another breakup after just waking up.

You felt a sense of relief, hiding it with a scoff. "Changed your mind quickly huh? Whatever, I’ll be there in 10, don’t go back to sleep dumbass." You ended the call after hearing him chuckle and mumble a playful "yes ma’am."

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You arrived at the triplets place, watching as Chris laid lazily on the couch, covered in a fluffy blanket. "At least you’re awake, but uh, where are Nick and Matt?" You asked, setting your bag – full of lingerie – down on the couch beside his head, making him look up at you.

"They’re out." Chris stated, ignoring your sarcastic comment. "Well, go on — model for me." He crossed his arms, still laying on the couch.

You rolled your eyes, mumbling about him being demanding as you rummaged through the bag and took out a light pink set — lacy, sheer lingerie. Chris’ eyes widened by a fraction as he took in the sheer fabric in your hands before you sauntered into the bathroom to change.

A few minutes went by and you emerged from the bathroom with the lingerie set on, your arms and hands covering the sheer parts. Chris had sat up while you were in the bathroom, his breath hitching softly when he took in your lingerie-clad body.

"Well, um, here’s this." You mumbled, suddenly feeling shy about how little the bra and underwear covered. "Um, that’s-that’s something." Chris stammered, silently trying to will his dick to behave as he adjusted his position, his eyes shamelessly tracing over your curves before snapping back up to your face.

"I’ll try the next one on." You quickly grabbed another pair and scurried off to the bathroom, but not before Chris caught a glimpse of your nipples through the sheer bra as you took your hands away from your chest to grab the next lingerie.

Damn, you were trying to kill him, weren’t you?

𓆩♡𓆪

You came out of the bathroom with a navy set on, modest and cute but also adorned with lace on the edges — adding a hint of allure. "Wow, this one’s really cute." Chris breathed out, trying to keep his voice steady and eyes on your face.

You hadn’t noticed it yet, but he was getting a full on hard-on just from you modelling the lingeries. His chest heaved slightly due to his breathing getting more and more ragged.

"Yeah? Right? I like this one the most." You grinned, feeling less shy as you took the next pair, a longer peach colored sheer top with matching sheer thong.

Damnit.

Chris was helpless as he watched you go back into the bathroom with the see through fabrics in hand, knowing he was probably going to get blue balls at this rate from the sexy shit you were modeling for him. He cursed under his breath and adjusted himself before you finished changing, making sure that the blanket covered his lower half well.

You came back into the living room with the set on, the flowy fabric of the top only making your body look mouth-watering, and the thong left little to the imagination.

Chris nearly groaned out loud at the sight, his dick twitching in his sweats before he quickly tried to remind himself that you were his best friend. Well, safe to say that his dick had other ideas — clearly.

"What do you think? I really like this one, it’s comfortable." You absentmindedly rubbed the soft fabric of the sheer top between your thumb and index finger, looking down at it.

"Yeah… it looks good — really good..." He mumbled, almost like he was in a trance as his eyes slowly raked over your body in an appraising way that you seemed to – surprisingly and naïvely – not have noticed yet.

𓆩♡𓆪

You were now standing a few feet away from Chris with the last pieces on, which was a three set lingerie. Red lace bra and underwear with a matching sheer robe that fell down just around mid-thigh.

Chris was sooo close to losing it.

He shifted in his seat and that’s when you finally noticed the tent on the blanket around his crotch area — you knew immediately what it was. A gasp fell from your lips, catching Chris off guard and making him look at you with a shameful look, probably having noticed from your expression and reaction that you’ve seen his boner.

"Are you��" You trailed off, not sure if you should say the word or not. Your eyes darted down to the bulge again before snapping back up to his face, watching as he slowly nodded his head. "I know-I know what you’re thinking and I know I’m not supposed to be reacting this way given our friendship… but I just can’t help it when you’re standing in front of me practically naked."

"So you’re blaming it all on me?" You huffed jokingly to see his reaction. Chris immediately shut himself up, his eyes widening as he realised how his words could be misinterpreted. "N-no, of course not!" He quickly denied, slowly standing up and towering over you.

"That’s not what I meant, c’mon… are you serious?" Chris groaned in annoyance, although his expression bordered on pleading. You burst out laughing, obviously amused at your own little stunt. "I’m just fucking with you, but seriously though, you’re hard just from me modeling those?" You questioned between giggles, gesturing vaguely at the pile of lingerie on the couch.

Chris sighed, his embarrassment eating him alive. "Fuck you." He mumbled, glaring down at your giggly figure, watching as your chest rose and fell, shaking slightly with your giggles. He swallowed thickly, feeling his dick throb with need.

He needed you so damn badly.

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Your hands scrambled for purchase on the bed as Chris’ hips slammed against your ass with loud slaps, making your body jerk forward with each thrust.

Lewd, wet squelches could be heard from his cock ramming into your – absolutely wet – cunt over and over again.

"Haahh…" Chris breathed out, grunting as he fucked you into oblivion. "Can’t fuckin’ believe I hadn’t done this sooner, y’feel sooo good." He chuckled breathlessly, his hand coming down hard on your reddened ass before sinking his fingers in the supple flesh.

Your gummy walls squeezed his shaft when he slammed into your sweet spot and a loud moan of his name was muffled by him pushing your face into his pillow. "Here?" He slammed into that spot again, but with more precision this time, causing your body to jolt due to the sudden pleasure.

"Feels good huh?" He taunted, knowing you were too pleasure-drunk to think clearly. A smirk creeped onto his face as he kept your head firmly on the bed, arching your back sharply as he kept pounding into your sweet spot.

You were seeing stars.

"Fucking slut, and to think you said shit about me being like your older brother, ha!" He huffed out an amused laugh. "Best friends my ass, you can’t even stay coherent while being fucked by your best friend huh?" He mocked, his pace not faltering one bit.

His dirty words along with the taunts only made your mind blank with pleasure, your orgasm approaching terrifyingly quickly.

A few more brutal thrusts and you were cumming hard.

You cried out in pleasure and your inner walls milked his cock, fluttering rhythmically as your pussy tried to greedily pull him in deeper.

Your orgasm triggered his own.

The feeling of your pussy contracting around his length was too much for him and he came with a loud groan, burying his face in your hair as he bottomed out in you — his warm seed filling you deep inside. His hips jerked against your ass with each spurt of cum.

"Fuuuck, I might get addicted." Chris murmured into your hair.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟏.𝟔 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 @nickgurl4life (sorry for taking so long TT)

[cvnntagious]

☆ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬

chris was never shy about his profession... not at all, really. truthfully, he only stayed quiet about it as to not make other people uncomfortable. but of course, as soon as he was in front of the right crowd, and the questions started coming, it was like they'd never stop. "nah— no, i don't do all that fake shit," he answered, waving off his friend as he chuckled.

everyone looked to him as they sat around on the couches in your living room, some with wonder on their faces, others with confusion. you were skeptical, to say the least. "y'know what i mean, with those plots and all," chris continued on, "no one even likes that anymore. they wanna see real, unscripted fucking. all the dirty talking and moans, they're just not enjoyable if it's all for show."

"yeah, but i'm sure it's all played out anyways," you were quick to speak up, not thinking too much of the comment you'd made. though the words were simple in your mind, they immediately caused everyone's attention to turn to you, as if you'd told this something no one could've ever possibly thought up.

chris shook his head, grin unwavering. "nah, i scrap anything that seems even remotely forced."

"but porn's always forced, everyone knows that," you quipped, completely disregarding chris' 'professional' opinion.

"y'think so?"

the smirk that began to tug at his slips only seemed to further build the tension that had already started hanging in the air. "yeah," you stated bluntly, the way you crossed your arms gave you a snobbish look, but you didn't care. "i mean, seriously, all those loud moans and screaming and shit... nobody's really that loud, no matter how good it is. and there's just no way chicks are, like, squirting and shaking all the time— i wouldn't even be surprised if squirting wasn't even real."

by this time, chris had shifted comfortably in his seat on your couch, crossing his arms like you had and watching you with an almost unreadable intense stare. he wasn't offended by what you were saying, no. rather, he was curious. he could be way off, but something told him you didn't really know much of what you were talking about.

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"mm-mm, baby, don't go all quiet on me now," chris hissed as his hips snapped to meet yours, his hand reaching to lift your chin and force you to look at him.

"c- chris!" you practically shrieked, hands reaching to claw at his biceps as your back bowed slightly off of your couch, eyes closed and mouth making a pouty little 'o' shape that had chris' ego blowing up his head.

the way his large length filled you up more than you ever had before, threatening to hit your cervix with each thrust had tears brimming at your waterline. your world was being rocked, in every sense of the word, and it was all his fault. he'd decided it was time to change your outlook on everything on one random night over a silly comment you'd made hours prior. "how loud could chicks 'never be'? was it -" he cut off his sentence to pull all the way back and snap his hips as hard as he possibly could, eliciting a loud mewl from you that echoed through your house, "that loud?"

you immediately clung to him, legs wrapping around his torso and arms throwing themselves around his neck. he breathed harshly and groaned in your ear, head dipping to practically nuzzle itself in between your neck and your shoulder for a moment.

chris couldn't help chuckle when he heard you pleading to him, mumbling on about how he was too big, and that you couldn't finish like this. but still, when he slowed down for you, you found yourself whining at the loss of friction, writhing beneath him as he lifted his head to make eye contact with the camera set up on your coffee table. "wait! wait, m'not—wait, no, ke- keep doing that," you rambled on, practically unable to control the babble falling from your lips.

so when you finally decided you were fully satisfied with what he was doing (as if you hadn't already been before), chris' eyebrow raised, realizing he'd really found it now; that gummy sweet spot that made your eyes roll back.

and he shot the lens focused on him a cocky gin before diving all the way back in, allowing his head to drop on your shoulder once more

w/c : 754 a/n : divider by issysh3ll