#chris sturniolo blurb

[st7rnioioss]

۶ৎ BSF!CHRIS x INEXPERIENCED!READER

bsf!chris teaching inexperienced!reader how to finger herself, but he can't seem to hold back.

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... smut, fingering, edging (briefly), mentions of sex but no actual intercourse.

your eyes were wide and round, looking up at chris who was sitting between your spread legs clad in a pair of sweatpants, a deep, red color settled on your face.

he could almost coo at the sight alone, your knees closing when he ran his knuckles over your cheek, leaning closer to press a kiss to your forehead.

“you just gotta follow my instructions, okay? i’ll help you,” he mumbled, pecking your cheek while his hand ghosted down your torso until his palms spread your legs back open.

“chris, i don’t know..” your voice was almost incoherent from how quiet you were, your cheeks nearly scorching from a mix of embarrassment and eagerness, attempting to close your legs around his hands.

it was unfair, really. chris had you in his lap just moments prior, his hands stuck to your hips while guiding your panty-clad pussy over his thigh, his tongue swiping across yours, until he’d told you to touch yourself. you had whined and pleaded in protest for him to help you, your pussy quite literally aching to be touched.

but of course, he had denied it. if you didn’t know how to, how were you gonna learn without a little help? he couldn’t always be next to you, helping diminish the throbbing under your skirt.

“come on, don’t be so shy now.. i’ve seen you before,” he smirked, smoothing his palms across your inner thighs, while you reluctantly opened your legs for him.

you were pathetically wet, but that was chris’s fault, not yours. he’d quite literally left you on edge, wanting more, and now that he had you all vulnerable and bare in front of him, your mind was blown into a haze.

you were leaned back against the headboard of your bed, both your hands flailing and fidgeting awkwardly in front of you, eyebrows knitted up in a feeling you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

chris didn’t care he was ogling at your bare form. you were the most beautiful girl he’d even laid his eyes on, and he made sure you knew. therefore, he carefully slid his hands from your thighs, up your waist and sides.

“you’re so gorgeous.. let me teach you, please?” he whispered, leaning in to press kisses to the side of your face, making it hard to resist a smile to grow on your lips.

“fine..” you smiled softly at him, returning the kiss to his cheek before he pulled back with a nod, taking both your hands in his.

he brought your hands between your legs before he let go of them, and you looked almost expectantly up at him, until he caught your eyes.

“okay.. take this finger -“ he reached for your hand, pointing at your index finger before taking it between his fingers, bringing your fingertip to your already swollen clit.

you gasped, keeping your eyes on chris before they flickered between your legs, watching as he hesitantly let go. your chest was heaving up and down, almost rapidly, before your eyes met chris’s.

“now.. slowly go in circle motions. can you do that?” his voice was low and deep, barely being able to stop looking at your glistening folds.

it took every fiber in chris’s body to not swat your hand away, taking the job onto himself. he could teach you another day, couldn’t he? that’s what he told himself every single time, but today he wanted to actually show you,

with a slow nod, you started the circular motions on your bud. your lips parted in relief and pleasure the aching sensation starting to disappear, a much nicer one taking over.

“that- that feels good..” you let out a gasp that was followed by a whined, trying to copy the faint memory you have of chris doing the same thing to you, your eyes fluttering shut when trying to picture his hand replacing yours.

chris nearly choked on a breath when he saw your eyes close, reading your mind. he knew you were thinking about him, he could tell. a smirk grew on his lips, watching you continue the motions on your clit.

“that’s good.. keep going with that, okay?” he murmured, reaching for the wrist of your free hand while you kept your eyes closed. “now, can you slowly add this finger for me?”.

he pinched the end of your middle finger between his thumb and index finger, giving it a gently squeeze.

your eyes flickered back open, nodding again while bringing it closer to your cunt. you couldn’t help but take notice of chris’s clenched jaw, biting the inside of his cheek while his eyes were glued shut to your soaked cunt.

with a sigh, you ran the tip of your finger through your slick walls like chris would do, before easing a fragment of your finger in.

though you were aching to be touched, it almost felt wrong when you did it—like it wouldn’t work. and with chris in front of you, it seemed pointless to be doing this.

a desperate whimper was elicited from your lips, pressing your finger easily into your dripping pussy, the circles on your clit halting.

your whimpering only caused chris’s mind to run wild, his cock throbbing beneath his sweats, aching to be freed.

“n-now slowly push it in and out..” he had to swallow his desperation to reach out, watching you do exactly as he said—gosh, you were obedient, naive almost.

a broken moan fell from your plush lips, the pressure in your lower stomach gradually tightening and increasing, causing a faint squelching to be heard.

you wanted chris to tell you so bad how well you were doing—you were going off his instructions and what you remembered he would do, but he didn’t.

instead, he kept staring at your finger buried inside your hole, not missing the way you clenched around your own digit. his eyes occasionally flickered to your face, admiring the way your jaw fell slack, and your eyebrows knitted up into pleasure.

“c-chris, please..” you pleaded, not knowing if it was for him to help, or for him to praise you like he usually would.

“wh-what’s wrong,” you squeaked between whines, continuing to pump your finger in and out of your slick pussy, your index finger still circling your clit.

before you could comprehend a thing, he swatted at your hands, and out of absolute confusion you quickly pulled them out and off, your heart pounding. did you do it wrong? was it all a mistake to teach you? maybe you were hopeless at this masturbation thing.

swiftly, he hooked his hands under your knees, pulling you further down the bed, a yelp emitted from your lips. realization settled when he leaned over you like he usually would, one hand next to your head to hold himself up while the other snook down your torso, easily finding your swollen pearl.

“yeah, no.. not today,” he nearly growled, making your chest flutter and cheeks heat up.

he kept his eyes on your lidded ones, watching your reaction when he slid his middle finger from your clit, down your drenched folds, before stuffing both his ring and middle finger into your cunt.

“fuck, you’re so wet.. soaking my fingers,” he mumbled between groans, doing everything in his right mind to avoid starting to stroke his cock, the restraint of his boxers making him hiss.

you gasped, both hands planted on his shoulders in a form of imaginary stability when really you were digging your nails into his skin out of pure bliss.

“ch-chris, i-“ you blabbered, cutting yourself off with a broken whimper, clenching around his digits.

he chuckled, feeling your walls squeeze around the two fingers he had stuffed knuckles-deep inside of you. oh, how he enjoyed this. maybe there never came a day where he got to teach you without latching onto you in the matter of a few minutes.

“yeah? do you like that?” he smirked with a humorless chuckle, before ducking his head down to wrap his lips around your already hardened nipple, “bet you can’t reach yourself, can you?”.

you whined at his words with a shake of your head, your back arching up to meet his feverish sucking and nibbling. he dragged his lips up your chest, sucking marks into the skin where your shoulder met your collarbone, all while his fingers continued their relentless pace on your aching pussy.

chris was aching hard, his erection not going unnoticed by anyone from the evident tent. you were gonna have to return the favor later..

“oh, i-i’m gonna cum.. please, chris..” you were whining and whimpering beneath him, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull before they drifted shut.

the kisses adorned on your neck and collarbone were sloppy, leaving wet and red marks, sure to turn a purple shade later. when his thumb traced across your clit, you nearly fell over the edge immediately.

but the thought of cumming around his fingers was soon taken right from your grasp when his movement slowed down, making your grip on his shoulders loosen, as well as your eyes flit back open.

“n-no, chris. what are you doing?” you whimpered, jerking your hips forward in an attempt to meet his fingers, until they stilled completely. “k-keep going.. please-“

his head ducked back up, looking down at you with faux sympathy plastered all over his face. you wanted to cry at the sight, well aware of what was going on.

“aww, but why? you look so adorable,” he smirked, leaving a soft kiss to your pouty lips, a furrow settling on your brows.

you groaned in protest, one of your hands slipping from his shoulder to wrap around his wrist, pathetically trying to move his fingers inside of you, but to no avail.

“christopher stop,” you whined, looking up at him with an expression of need, trying to sound way more stern and confident than you actually did.

he chuckled at your desperate attempt to get him to continue his job, pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead.

“shh, just relax,” he shushed you with a kiss, his tone quiet and calm, much a contrast to your whiny voice, leaving a final kiss on your flushed cheek.

deliberately, he moved his fingers out of your drooling hole, before pushing them right back in, eliciting a lewd squelching along with a sigh of relief emitted from your lips.

“th-thank you, thank you..” you moaned while your eyes pinched shut, eyebrows knitted together and stuck up in that position, your loose grip on his wrist slipping, instead reaching for the sheets to claw on.

he pressed the pad of his thumb to your sensitive bud, the circular motions similar to the ones you had desperately tried to imitate and mimic earlier.

your walls were fluttering around his digits, curling up to kiss at your sweet spot, writing your hips, and arching your back.

“gosh, you squeeze my fingers so well..” he whispered into your ear, his hot breath mingling on your neck, “i bet you'll feel this good around my cock too, don't you sweetheart?”.

his quickening pace and words made the tension in your gut snap, nearly dissolving into the pleasure you were receiving from his fingers alone, crying out his name over and over again, stars taking over your vision.

“oh my god, chris-“ you rasped, grinding on his fingers to ride the waves of pleasure to the maximum, before falling completely slump beneath him.

“god, you’re so beautiful,” he smiled to himself when he saw the equally as soft smile grow on your lips, leaning back down again to kiss up your stomach and the valley of your breast.

he slowly withdrew his fingers from your fluttering cunt, his lips rubbing across your skin, causing his words to come out mumbled while he reached for the waistband of his sweats, “y’gonna take my cock now?”.

oh, you were in for a long night.

more bsf!chris x inexperienced!reader here!

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: someone requested this, but i can't find the post lol:3 i have more bsf!chris stuff coming!!

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[rafespreciosa]

bathroom quickie at a wedding....

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"fu--uk," you squeaked, head dropping back against the mirror with a gentle thud as chris' hand lifts from your hip -- long, veiny fingers wrapping around your throat, squeezing gently as an attempt to keep your noises that were echoing off the bathroom walls to a minimum. chris grunts, the sound slightly muffled by the sleek black fabric of his suits' tie that's tucked between the two rows of his pearly white teeth as he held it up and out of the way -- giving himself a clear view as your cunt sucked his cock in and out with each brutal thrust he gave.

his hand on your inner thigh tightened, blunt nails digging in to the soft, plush skin as he pushed your leg open wider - the action earning yet another whimper from you as your muscles stretched beneath your skin. "chris..." you mewl, voice strained due to his grip on your neck. he didn't respond for a moment, shifting the angle of your body to his liking - the tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he buried himself to the hilt.

"oh—!" your jaw went slack, drool dribbling from your reddened, kiss-swollen lips, leaving a glistening trail down to the back of his hand. chris groaned, both at the sight of his hand now covered in your saliva as well but also from you clenching around him. "yea'.. baby," he chuckles, his tie slipping from his mouth as he spoke. "right there, huh--mama?"

another whine escapes you, fingers gripping the sleeves of his suit so hard you were surprised your nails hadn't punctured a hole in the fabric. "please, p-," you blubber, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the knot in your stomach wound tightener - signaling your impending release. chris tsked, "uh huh—c'mon, sweetness',"

he nodded, his breaths heavy and uneven as tiny beads of sweats slid down his face. "gonna cum for me? huh?" he questions, his hand leaving your throat, sliding down the front of your body to your swollen clit - "gonna cream all over my cock again?" chris hummed, fingertips rubbing in circles against you. "oh my god--" you nearly scream, trembling thighs attempting to clamp shut around his hand.

chris couldn't contain the way his lips curled up in a smirk as your back arched up from the marbled countertop, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "c-clo—" you start, your warning cut short as a strangled cry tore from your throat. your walls fluttered around his cock as your orgasm hit - the force of it blurring your vision and knocking the wind from your lungs as your entire body shook violently.

"there we go--" he coos, staring in awe at the white ring coating the base of his cock. "so good," he hisses, his words causing you to clench around him again, a choked sob leaving you as his fingers continued their movements on your aching clit - "squeezin' me fuckin' so tight, holy fuck,"

within seconds, his cock twitched inside of you, a loud, gutteral groan falling from his lips as his thrusts stilled, ropes of sticky, hot cum painting your gummy walls. "sh..shit," he gasped, his head falling against your shoulder, heavy breaths warm against your ear, "y'okay...?" he manages after a few moments. "mhmm—yea'.." you slurred, utterly spent.

RAFESPRECIOSA © 2025 .

tags 🏷️ @secretlocket @deansbeer @et6rnalsun @isnyv @cupiidk1lls @freshloveee @starzify @chrissturnsfav

[strnilolover]

chris loves having something in his mouth

warnings : sub!chris. masturbation (m). oral fixation. mommy kink. dom!reader. pet names (baby, good boy, sweetheart).

chris’ body is sprawled out beneath you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looks up at you with his wide eyes. his lips parted as loud whines slip past them. your hand moving rapidly between your bodies, up and down his leaking cock.

your hand draws up, squeezing the tip before moving back down, chris’ back arching as a loud gasp echos in the room. his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, as he sucks it into his mouth.

“mm, what’s wrong sweetheart?” you cooed, bringing your free hand up to brush through his tousled hair—small strands clinging to his sweaty skin. he quickly releases his lip, mouth opening in an ‘o’ as you squeeze his length harder. “n-nothing.” he murmurs, though his eyes betray him.

they flicker toward your hand, watching the way your fingers are delicately wrapped around him, move up and down on his cock. you smirked, withdrawing your free hand from his hair, dragging it down the side of his head. “oh, i see.” you teased. “d’you want mommy’s fingers baby?”

he whined, cheeks flushing as he nods his head slightly—his tongue darting out to wet his lips. without hesitation, you bring your hand to the side of his face, brushing your fingers lightly across his cheek before slipping two fingers past his lips. a satisfied sigh leaves him, his mouth closing around them instinctively.

“yeah..s’right, just needed mommy’s fingers to keep you occupied hm?” his tongue swirled around your slim fingers, nodding his head as his hips bucked into your fist. “good boy, doin’ s’well for me.”

his eyes flutter shut as he suckles on your fingers. your hand moves faster, watching as his hips continue to wildly thrust up to meet your movements. his lips break from around your fingers, moaning as his cock twitched in your hold. “mmph—mommy..p-please. m’gonna cum.” his words were muffled, but he sounded so pretty.

“yeah?” you murmur, brushing a kiss against his temple. “you’re doing so well for me, baby. c’mon, cum on my hand—know you can.”

his eyes roll back, sucking your digits further into his mouth as his cock pulsed, long thick spurts splaying all over your hand and his abdomen. his body jerked as you kept pumping, riding his through his high before he eventually started to push your hand away.

pulling away, you slip your fingers from his mouth, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his swollen lips.

“did s’good, such a good boy.” you whispered, before pulling away and climbing off the bed—quickly going to retrieve a washcloth to clean him up.

a/n : i’ve been loving sub things so much. me and my gc have came up with so many ideas LMAO

[chrismalfoy]

ᯓ fratboy!chris & talkingstage!reader 𐔌beg for it ꒱

you’re convinced he’s doing this on purpose—no, you definitely know he’s doing this on purpose.

the way chris is wearing a black shirt with his messy hair, that cocky smile on his face while flirting with girls.

he’s absolutely doing this just to mess with you, and it’s working. you can tell he’s doing this on purpose, all because of that stupid argument you had earlier.

and you’ve finally had enough.

chris feels a tight grip on his wrist and lets out a surprised sound as he’s yanked away.

he scoffs, pulling his wrist from your grip as you both reach a quiet spot in the hallway. “what the hell?”

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you snap, crossing your arms.

chris raises his eyebrows, his expression quickly furrowing. he scoffs quietly and retorts, “what’s wrong with me? what’s wrong with you?”

he casually leans back against the wall, crossing his arms. you stand in front of him, scoffing. “why the fuck are you flirting with other girls? you’re doing this on purpose.”

chris can tell you’re jealous, but that only makes him smirk. “and if i am doing it on purpose, what are you gonna do about it?”

you scoff, exhaling sharply through your nose. “i want you to stop.”

he lets out a scoffing laugh. “you want me to stop?” he repeats, mocking.

“yeah,” your tone is sharp and serious.

chris stares at you for a moment, then scoffs, a smirk tugging at his lips. he leans in closer, his lips nearly brushing yours, and his voice drops to a low whisper. “beg for it.”

he tilts his head, gripping your jaw, then releases it after a few seconds and walks away. you raise your eyebrows, exclaiming in annoyance. “chris!”

you let out an annoyed groan, tilting your head back and closing your eyes. opening them again, you catch up to him. “are you fucking serious?”

he runs his fingers through his messy hair. “so serious, sweetheart. you want me to stop? then beg for it.”

you stare at him, completely speechless, walking beside him through the crowd. “you are so aggravating.”

chris smirks, looking at you. “and what about it?”

you scoff, tilting your head and looking at him with a serious expression. “i’m not begging for it.”

chris’s smirk grows wider as he grips your chin with his thumb and index finger, holding you in place. “aw, thought you loved begging?”

“i don’t!” you snap, speaking through gritted teeth.

“well, you were begging for my di—” he begins, but you cut him off, covering his mouth and forcing him to take a step back.

he widens his eyes, gripping your wrist and pulling your hand away. “are you fucking serious?”

「 © chrismalfoy 」

[watermelonstarzz]

pairings: dealer!chris x sweetheart!reader

requested by: anon

I sat quietly on the couch, scrolling on twitter. Chris was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago, but he left me on read.

5 more minutes pass before I get a call.

“hey, come open the door.” Chris speaks over the phone. He sounds mad. Bad sign.

“okay, yeah, I’m coming.” I hang up and get up off of the couch, opening the door. Before i can open my mouth, Chris gives a forced smile before pushing past me, falling on the couch and immediately going on his phone.

“hey. how come you didn’t come an hour ago?”

“can you just be happy I’m actually fuckin’ here?” He spits.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know why you were late..” I speak shyly, now quieter so I don’t piss off chris anymore.

“fuck..’m sorry. jus had a bad day, some stupid fuckin’ asshole was refusing’ to pay. like what kind of idiot does that? of course he had to fuckin’ pay!” Chris ramble.

“so why didn’t you just go home instead of comin’ here, huh? your just gonna be in a bad mood.” I finally mutter quietly.

“hey, did you wan’ me over here or not!?”

“ok, ok im sorry.” I murmur, sitting next to him on the couch and wrapping my arms around him. He sits there ignoring me for a bit, before leaning into my touch with a fat sigh.

“‘m sorry, alright? shouldn’t have came over here just to be a dick. I missed you, ‘kay?”

“I know, don’t apologize. s’not your fault.” I mutter, hint of disappointment still evident, but I knew I’d get over it.

The room falls into a comfortable silence, before my small voice pierces through it.

“can we watch spongebob?”

“fuck, yes please.”

note: dividers by @bernardsbendystraws with tumblr filter!! sorry this took so fucking long I hate myself for it.

tags: @mattsd0llfac3 @lovilexx

[axnqel]

❥ late night cuddles.. ౨ৎ

─ pairing .ᐟ dealer!chris x fem!softie!reader

─ synopsis .ᐟ hanging out with your dealer turns into some late night cuddling

─ word count .ᐟ 763 words

─ content warning .ᐟ smoking, rest is pure fluff!

you had always been a sweet girl, a goody two-shoes, but when your friends introduced you to christopher sturniolo—their favorite dealer—you mayy have changed.. just a tiny bit

you started small at first, smoking pre-rolled joints as a little joke, wanting to see how it would feel like; lets just say it became more of a habit than a little joke.

you and chris would meet up somewhere, talk for a few, you'd pay for the joints, and you would smoke 'em together in his white mustang. it became a little routine for you both—a way to wind down after a long week.

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○ 10:56pm..

windows were rolled down, smoke surrounded you both, and laughter filling the quiet, but comforting atmosphere of the empty parking lot. you and chris were having your usual yapping sesh, passing a joint, which he generously let you smoke without pay. chris was in the driver seat, with the joint held between his index and middle finger as he exhaled a puff of smoke, continuing his random talk.

"c'mon ma, doesnt 'baffoon' sound like sum kinda monkey?" he looks over at you in the passenger seat with his half-lidded bloodshot eyes.. that man looked so stoned outta his mind that it elicited a soft chuckle from you before you responded to his dumb question.

"sure chris," you sarcastically say before letting out a quick yawn. you were tired as hell and chris knew of it.

"y'want me to drive you home? swear 'm sober enough to drive" chris passed you the joint as you reluctantly nodded. you obviously didnt trust him behind the wheel, but you didnt want to hear his whining the whole way to your place. and without another word, he put the car to drive and started making his way to the apartment complex which you had lived in. just 6 months of knowing each other and chris had the way to your place memorized with all the driving back and forth from his place to yours.

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○ 11:15pm..

both of you raided your room once you two both entered your apartment building, plopping your tired bodies onto the blanket-covered bed, taking in the lingering smell of chocolate chip cookies you had made hours prior. your eyes closed as your body relaxed, but a feeling of movement on the bed caused your eyes to flick open once more. chris had gotten up from the bed, grabbing his black leather jacket from the bed to leave.

"why are ya leavin''?" you look up at chris and tug on his arm. you were very clingy when high; thats for sure. so when chris would decide to leave you all alone when high, you would always attempt to find a way to make him stay even for just a couple of minutes. "c'monn, stayyyy" you whined.

"ma, i got deals to do tomorrow, i cant be all tired and groggy, lookin' like a zombie when i got a whole bunch of customers f'me" you give him a playful pout and continue to nag him about staying, until he finally agreed. chris had a sorta soft spot for you, i guess—all of your mutual friends would tease him about it, saying hes "in love" and that he "soo whipped" for you. of course you never believed them, i mean why would a 21 year old man who looked like that and had rows of women running after him would like someone like you? youre not anything special!

chris quickly got situated once more, dropping the leather jacket on some chair in your room and throwing himself back onto your bed. his large arms found themselves around your waist. "y'know, youre always so clingy when high," he teased as his fingers traced along the hem of your white lace tank top. his body was warm and comforting as your head rested on his chest which rose and fell steadily. "like a fuckin' koala" he continued and you softly giggled. his voice was so calm and soothing, you loved it. his left hand parted from your waist as traced along your cheek.

chris' voice filled the silence in the room. his hands grazing against your soft skin as your eyes had soon started feeling heavier. you closed your eyes and his voice soothed you to sleep.. he liked this, having you fall asleep in his arms like that. you liked it, being able to feel as comfortable as that with someone. these little late night cuddle moments you two had every one in a while made everything better..

─ written with love, sealed with a kiss, yoki ❤︎

─ y speaks .ᐟ soo this is my first time ACTUALLY writing so its ass, i know..

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[eph3merall]

chris fic no reader

angst

angst

angst

I BEG 🙏🏼

ask n i deliver. had fun with this req. death of a triplet (matt), and no other warnings i believe. just lmk if im wrong :)

chris has the heels of his palm pressed into his eyes, white hot tears burning behind them. his eyes started hurting with how hard he was pressing into them, shoulders tense and form rigid. his room is filled with the whirring of a fan, drowning out the muffled laughter and sounds of talking in the living room.

he missed matt. he knows nick and justin are hurting equally as much, but theyre somehow so much better at hiding it. chris lets his hands drop from his face, resting them on his knees as he stares at the ground from between his legs. it always hurt to know he wouldn't ever see his brother again, not in person. he won't get to hug him and show him the silly videos on his phone.

to chris, it's as if they aren't even triplets anymore. it's just him and nick out of the trio now. it feels wrong to call themselves the 'sturniolo triplets' when one triplet wont ever get to say it again. his heart thumps against his chest, stomach turning at the memories that rush back just at the mere thought of matt. it felt wrong, to go out there and laugh and have fun like everything was okay. he will never get to see one of his brothers again, never get to laugh with him and pose for pictures like the silly duo they were, even as kids.

chris' head was swarmed with bittersweet memories, hating that he'll never get to giggle around with one of his thirds anymore. nick told him he was being childish when chris excused himself for a second to go to his room. his nostrils flared with deep breathing, running a shaky hand through his hair that's gotten all too long.

his bed creaks when he sits up, leaning to press the fan off. after opening the door and shutting it behind him, chris wanders over to matt's room. it's untouched. everything. things are still in the same spot as they were the night he left.

unmade bed sheets, his laptop sitting on his bed with the charger still plugged in. chris has lost count of how many days that charger has been in, and no doubt it's probably bad for the device. stuffed animals sit in the positions they were last in, never to be moved again—chris knowing how much matt hated when they would get rearranged. clothes litter the floor, unsure of whether they're dirty or clean. everything is set in stone. disrupting anything feels like a crime, as chris stands in the doorway and stares, unsure of how to put his feelings into words.

he wants to fix it. fix everything. unplug the laptop, pick up the clothes, throw away the cans of soda on matt's desk (which are only there due to chris and nick) to make it seem more like matt's room. he always hated when it was food dirty, not able to stand cans or boxes or wrappers here and there with old, unfinished stuff in them.

he doesn't even realize his hand that grips the doorknob so tightly, inching the door open just a bit more as it creaks. the longer chris stares, the more sadness piles up in the pit of his stomach and the more he itched to walk inside. but it would be like disrupting the peace of an elderly home.

his stomach drops, jolting when a hand is felt on his shoulder. nick is suddenly behind chris, an expression of disappointment plastered on his face. his hand steers chris away from the open door that seemingly leads to another world, leaning in to shut it.

"you need to stop, chris. it's hard, i know, but standing here isn't gonna do shit. grow up. we're all hurting, but it's better for you to just go downstairs right now," it's like a parent scolding a child who's just thrown a tantrum. nick cares for chris, so much. but that means he has to be a little tough sometimes, being the older brother besides justin.

chris still has a hand on the knob, gripping tightly on it like a lifeline. his other hand is clenched into a fist, taking a few deep breaths in and out to calm his nerves down. looking up at nick, he just nods slowly.

"yeah, sure, whatever."

"i'm serious. mom and dad are hurting too, fuck face. would you rather them be even more upset since they didnt see you for like, half the time you're here since you're so busy up here? you miss matt. i do too. we all do. but sitting here, staring at his room like he'll magically appear wont do anything."

chris can feel the familiar burn behind his eyes, teeth pressed together and body rigid. he knows nick means no harm, but it hurt. truthfully, it did hurt to acknowledge that matt won't just spawn in front of his eyes if he stared long enough. the two would always joke about stuff like that.

"just.. be downstairs. if not for me, do it for mom and dad. and justin."

and then nick is retreating down the stairs, and it's like the weight of his words hang in the air. chris feels suffocated, his tongue prodding his inner cheek as he pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes. the tears soak his skin, some drip down his wrist and the fabric of his hoodie absorbs them.

he cant help but turn to peek inside his brothers room again. doing a scope of the area, it just makes it even harder to breathe. his fingers twitch a little, eager to step inside already and make it look like matt was still alive and he would walk in any second.

but he knows thats stupid. chris is already in denial in a sort of way, very slowly coming to terms with the fact that he will never see matt again. the words bubble up in his throat before he has a chance to shove them back down.

"man, i love you, matt. we miss you. but secretly, i miss you the most."

and then the door is clicking shut, chris quick to turn away and bound downstairs. if he lingered any longer, he knows the tears would come again. and he doesn't want to make anyone else any more sad than they already are, joining his family downstairs while trying his hardest to shove the thoughts of matt plaguing his mind to the back of his brain.

@conspiracy-ash @sturniolosfavkayleigh @lvrsturniolo @st7rnioioss @meatballlover10 @ashlishes @ferdzom @55sturn @chriseatingmeoutin4k @unknvhx @mattslolita @chaossturns @slut4brunettes @starclinexo @slvtf0rchr1s @itsmaddielouis @slut4chris888

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©eph3merall 2025

[chrissminipizzas]

TikTok it’s not 12 yet and I forgot to save my sexiest Sal vulcano edit the government u better fucking hide bitch ass cunt

I want my fucking edit

[cayleeuhithinknott]

biting isn’t weird. right?

heavily inspired by “cuteness aggression” by @muwapsturniolo !!! 💖

you don't know what's wrong with you. or maybe you do.

it's him. it's always him.

chris is sitting at his desk, headphones on, completely zoned in on whatever game he's playing, oblivious to the way you're staring. there's nothing particularly special about what he's doing—he's just lounging in his chair, wearing an oversized hoodie and sweats, one leg propped up, the other on the floor. he looks comfortable, effortless.

and somehow, that makes him dangerous.

you're curled up on his bed, the blanket pulled up to your chin as you try to distract yourself with your phone, but your attention keeps drifting back to him. he's so focused, his fingers quick on the keyboard, his jaw clenched in that way that makes him look unfairly good.

you don't know why it's hitting you so hard tonight, but it is. maybe it's because you haven't seen him all day. maybe it's because he's been teasing you nonstop for the past week and has barely let you win a single argument.

or maybe it's just because he's him.

finally, you can't take it anymore.

you toss the blanket off and hop off the bed, padding over to him. his eyes flick toward you for a second, one corner of his mouth tugging up in a smirk.

"what's up, angel?" he asks, his voice casual but dripping with that teasing edge.

you ignore him, sliding into his lap without a word. his hand instinctively moves to your waist to steady you as you curl up against his chest.

"oh, so we're doing this now?" he says, his tone light but amused.

you hum in response, pressing your face into the soft fabric of his hoodie. his scent is comforting. clean, warm, and entirely him.

"baby, give me five minutes,” he murmurs, his fingers idly tracing circles on your hip.

but five minutes feels like an eternity, you try to sit still, you really do, but the more you sit there, the more that restless energy builds. he's so close, so warm, so... irresistible.

you tilt your head, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck. he doesn't react, too focused on his game, so you do it again. and again.

"you good, kid?" he asks, his tone half amused, half distracted.

you don't answer. instead, you move to his jaw, planting little kisses there. when he still doesn't give you the reaction you want, you take it a step further and bite down on the sloped spot where his neck meets his shoulder.

that gets his attention.

"what the—did you just bite me?" he exclaims, pulling back to look at you.

you give him your best innocent look, your lips twitching. "maybe."

his eyes narrow, but there's a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "you're a psychopath…out here acting like a damn piranha. nah—absolutely not.”

"but you're adorableeeee!” you counter, cupping his face and squishing his cheeks together.

he groans, trying to push you away, but you cling to him like a koala. "you're so cute, i just can't stand it," you say, your voice full of mock frustration.

"i'm not cute," he argues, his tone sharp but playful. "stop sayin’ that shit…”

"but you are," you insist, leaning in to press a dramatic kiss to his nose.

he sighs, leaning back in his chair and shaking his head. "you're gonna drive me insane, kid."

you grin, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. "good. someone needs to knock you down a peg."

his hands tighten on your waist, and he gives you a warning look. “watch it."

but you're too far gone to care. you pepper his face with kisses and little nips, giggling as he tries—and fails—to fend you off.

"i swear, if you bite me again-" he starts, but his words are cut off when you do exactly that, biting at his ear with a mischievous grin.

that's the last straw for him. he stands up abruptly, taking you with him, and you let out a surprised squeal as he throws you over his shoulder and does his trademark move—a slap on the ass.

"chris!" you laugh, kicking your legs.

"you asked for it," he says, carrying you over to the bed and tossing you onto the mattress, making you bounce a little on the springs beneath.

before you can even sit up, he's crawling over you, pinning you down with ease. his hands grip your wrists, holding them above your head as he looks down at you, his expression half amused, half exasperated.

"you're fuckin’ lucky you're cute," he mutters. you just smile up at him, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "i know."

his lips twitch, and he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "i love you. even though you’re fuckin’ weird,”

"i love you too. even though you’re mean.” you say, your voice soft, despite your last sentence. "can we get donuts now?"

he sighs, shaking his head, but you catch the smile he's trying to hide. "fine. but only because i want some too."

you grin, reaching up to pull him down for another kiss. "deal."

a/n: hey!! this concept was so cute when i read it so i had to write something heavily similar 💕

tags: @sturniolo04 @admeliora94 @alexturnersgooch @strnilolover @snuffbut @frattboychris @marrykisskilled @mqttittude @purpledragon222 @aubsloveschris @slctsblogana @emely9274

[stvrnioloslvt]

introducing... dilf!chris

33. cafe manager. straight. single. girl dad. sea lover. salty skin and oil pastels.

© stvrnioloslvt

ও

ও a.n: it's finally here! first of all though, layout is 100% inspired by @snoopychris , so credits are due.

ও also, this au has very heavy mediterranean-childhood influences, so just a heads up.

ও now, on a serious note, let me know if you want a taglist dedicated only to this au just like we made one for hockeyplayer!matt au, and please please come ask questions in the inbox!

introduction to reader here!

[devorairl]

chris’s hand slid down to the back of your neck, his grip firm as he forced you deeper into the mattress, his hips snapping forward relentlessly. the sharp sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, and the wetness between your legs was pornographic.

your nails clawed at the sheets, trying to ground herself, but nothing helped—not with how deep he was, not with how fast he was fucking you.

“y’like this, huh?” chris growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“acting like you’re better than everyone, walking around with that bratty little attitude—but you’re fucking useless when you’re like this. can’t even speak, can you?”

you tried to answer, but all that came out was a broken whimper. your lips parted, but your voice betrayed you, your head too foggy from the overwhelming pleasure. you managed to shake her head weakly, but chris only let out a cruel laugh.

“that’s what i thought,” he mocked, gripping your hips to pull you back onto him, his cock reaching even deeper. “all it takes is my cock to shut you up. where’s all that attitude now, huh?”

“i—” you gasped, your voice catching in your throat as another sharp thrust knocked the air out of you. “i—i—” your words slurred into a moan, your toes curling as you clung desperately to the sheets.

“spit it out,” chris taunted, leaning forward until his chest pressed against your back. his breath was hot against you ear, “what, yn? what are you trying to say? too dumb by my cock to even think?”

your lips trembled, and you let out a soft, broken sound, her body shivering beneath him. “s—shut up,” you finally managed to stutter, though the words came out weak, completely unconvincing.

“shut up?” he echoed mockingly, his hand sliding from your neck to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back so you had no choice but to face him. “look at you—you’re falling apart. you can’t even talk without stuttering, and you’re telling me to shut up?” he laughed, low and cruel. “you’re fucking pathetic.”

“ch—chris,” you moaned, your legs shaking as his hips snapped forward even harder. her mind was blank, overwhelmed by the way he filled you so perfectly. “c—can’t—”

“can’t what?” he interrupted, tugging your hair just enough to tilt your head further back. “can’t take it? come on, use your words, yn.”

your lips parted, but the only sound that came out was a soft, broken whimper. your body trembled, your eyes rolling back as his tip kisses your cervix. “c—chris, i—fuck, i—”

“that’s what i thought,” he spat, his voice laced with mockery. his free hand slid down to rub your clit, and you nearly screamed, your body jolting as the pleasure became too much. “you can’t even fucking think. my cock’s got you dumb, hasn’t it?”

your nails dug into the mattress, your walls fluttering around him as you spiraled closer and closer to release. “i—i—oh my god—” you gasped, your voice breaking as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, leaving you shaking and crying out his name.

chris groaned, his hips stuttering as he fucked you through your climax, his grip on your hair loosening as he pressed his lips against your shoulder. “there you go,” he murmured, his voice softer now, though still smug. “cum for me, yn. show me how much you fucking love this.”

your body slumped against the mattress, completely spent, your breath coming in ragged pants. your lips parted, but no words came out—your were too far gone to even respond.

“you’re a fucking mess,” chris said, his tone filled with satisfaction as he finally let go of your hair, letting you collapse fully onto the bed.

his hand smoothed over your back almost mockingly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your sweaty skin. “but i’ll give you credit—you take it so fucking well.”

⟢ a/n , love chris with benefits so much.

⟢ chris 𝓜𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 .

© devorairl , jan 2025 ⟡

[simpson12]

THIS TOOK ME ONLY 5 MINUTES TO READ 😝 SO GOOD LOVE 🙈 @st7rnioioss

࿐ ˚ ⋆ ֹ CHRIS DOESN'T KNOW

— based off the song "scotty doesn't know" by lustra

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... don't like, don't read! chratt fic!!, threesum (no incest shit), dom!matt, softdom!chris, cheating (don't do this in real life), unprotected sex (wrap it), slightly public sex (? in a car), minor angst (mentions of cheating + arguing), protected sex, oral (f + m receiving), praise kink, dumbification kink, slight dacryphilia.

𝒢𝜚 wc: 5.3k

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: wow wow woooww.. first chratt fic i've ever written! i can't tell if i like or absolutely despise this, but here you are. i love u, freaks!!🤍

chris doesn’t know we do it in my van every sunday she tells him she’s in church but she doesn’t go still, she’s on her knees and chris doesn’t know

“o-oh, matt-“ you moaned, head thrown back against the window of matt’s car, one of your hands gripping onto his shoulders as he basically pounded his cock into you, the other one holding onto the hand grip on the door.

“fuuuckk… c-can’t believe chris gets to see this every day, huh? so pretty..” he ducked his head down to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and collarbone, his pace not halting one bit as his fingertips dug into your hips.

this had become sort of a routine.. every sunday you’d tell chris you were going to church when really you were doing something way more sinful. something that definitely didn’t belong in a church—far from it, even.

you had arranged a specific spot where matt would drive by every sunday, and he’d either have you on your knees in his car or, like right now, sprawled out in the backseat.

“matt! d-don’t stop, please!” you wailed, his thumb connecting to your bud making your back arch and eyes squeeze shut.

“oh, i don’t plan on it.. w-we have ‘til ten thirty-“ he groaned, throwing his head back when he felt your sticky walls clamp around him. “th-think you can keep going?”

oh, chris doesn’t know so don’t tell chris

you knew all this was very wrong.. cheating on your boyfriend, first of all. but with his brother? there was really no excuse.

restless nights were one way to describe the pit in your stomach. staring at the ceiling, asking yourself what drove you to do such a fucked up thing.

chris was perfect… he treated you like there was no other girl in the world, showering you with gifts, and receiving endless kisses from him, and the praise and sweet words he gave you whenever you had sex were more than enough of what you needed.

it left you wondering. couldn’t matt give you the same? they were so similar, yet different. whenever you were having sex with chris, you couldn’t deny you missed matt’s cruel effort to make you cry, rather than chris’s effort to make you smile. yet chris’s compliments is what kept you so flustered and shy around him.

it was complicated. you used to have this “friends with benefits” situation with matt before you got with chris.. and disturbingly enough, it lasted. but you still loved chris, very much.. you just also happened to have sex with matt?

“hey, um.. i don’t mean to be nosy, but like.. you’ve been kinda off lately. are you okay?” chris whispered from behind you, his arms wrapped securely around you.

you sighed, but not in annoyance, messily turning around under the sheets. you met his eyes that had a somewhat worryingly look to them.

“chris, i’m okay. i promise, i’ve just.. i’ve just been tired,” you whispered back, leaving a kiss on his forehead. “don’t worry about me.” sure, you were lying straight through your teeth, but you couldn’t tell him yet. he wasn’t ready to know.

he smiled back at you, nodding slowly as an answer, not wanting to take this thing further. he returned the kiss but to your lips.

oh, chris doesn’t know so don’t tell chris

you were sat in your bed, music playing softly in the background while you scrolled through whatever social media app was interesting at the moment until you were interrupted.

a sigh escaped your lips. you hated keeping this from chris.

even though you saw stars every time you were with matt, it felt so wrong—that pit in your stomach only grew time after time… but yet you craved more from him.

she says she’s out shopping but she’s under me and i’m not stopping

your phone was going off from your nightstand, chris sending messages about letting him see what you had gotten yourself—but that was the last thing you wanted to focus on right now.

chris had called you just earlier, asking if he could come over to hang out with you. but you were.. busy with some other stuff. stuff, as in, matt was over.

“what do i say? i can’t just tell him i’m having sex with his brother,” you groaned, staring down at the confused message from chris.

matt shrugged, taking a sip of his canned soda. “i dunno.. just say you’re out shopping or somethin’, he won’t bat an eye,”

“y-you’re so fucking wet.. listen to that,” matt groaned from on top of you, listening to the wet squelching his dick elicited from your pussy. “y’like it raw that much?”

ecstasy was all you could describe it as. as much as you liked all the positions matt could manhandle you into, this was easily your favorite—along with the raw feeling of his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.

you had always kept a promise that no matter what, you’d never let matt fuck you raw. it was intimate to another level, even the thought of him finishing inside of you making your stomach churn weirdly. but this..?

“m-mm..” you babbled, eyes stuck to the back of your skull as he fucked his hips into the back of your thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulders.

he chuckled, reaching a thumb out to wipe the spit off the corner of your mouth. “so dumb.. you like being fucked stupid on my cock, don’t you?”

you weren’t even processing his words, nodding dumbly at the clouded words before you squeezed around him for the second time that evening. a loud moan of his name escaped your puffy lips, your release creating a ring around his cock.

oh, chris doesn’t know so don’t tell chris

a few months had passed since you got together with chris while keeping up this thing with matt, and honestly, you were surprised you first of all hadn’t told him yet, and second of all that he still hadn’t noticed. you were being quite risky with this after all.

“do you want anything?” chris whispers from next to you, nuzzling his nose into the side of your face making you chuckle.

“no, i’m okay.” you whispered back.

you, chris, nick, and matt had gotten together to watch a movie, though matt’s eyes were not on the screen in front of him.

the tension was in the air—and it was thick. at least between you and matt. it always left you nervous when both chris and mag were in the same room as you. thinking about what went on behind closed doors.

a sense of jealousy was bottled up inside of matt. he’d never gotten to be intimate with you like that. the secret whispers, cuddling, kissing, all that jazz was only something you’d ever do with chris and not him.

still, he pushed that feeling away, reminding himself to appreciate he even got to be close to you.

and though you’d never like to admit, the thought of both chris and matt being with you, touching you had crossed your mind.. more often than you’d like it to.

it was a simple solution, right? both matt and chris having to share you, rather than you being torn inside from lying to chris and cheating on chris with matt.

chris doesn’t know don’t tell chris

“no, i’m serious. something is up, y-you’re not acting like yourself!” chris raised his voice, reaching out to take your hands in his.

the poor boy was so afraid to lose you, his heart pounding in his chest. he’d do anything for you, anything to keep you as his.

“chris, i said i’m okay! nothing is wrong, i’m just stressed lately, stop being like that!” you yelled back, but you didn’t let go of his hands.

you wanted to cry, you really did. your love for chris was so overwhelming, yet you felt so terrible when thinking of letting him know about you and matt. how would he react? would he leave you for good? did you want.. the both of them?

all those bottled-up emotions only left you to push chris away from you.

“no, i’m not- i’m not accepting that excuse anymore. you’ve been telling me that for weeks now, you have to tell me the truth,” he clung to you, pulling you closer to him while a pleading look made it to his face.

you only stared up at him for a while, momentarily considering telling him about this whole situation.

“but.. but what if i am telling the truth?”

chris nearly couldn’t believe what he was hearing, letting out a scoff while letting go of you, shoving your hands off.

“fine. if you wanna be like that, then go ahead. but i can’t help you.”

the whole situation fucked up chris and matt too. every passing second, matt got more and more possessive over you, leading him to bicker with chris.

chris didn’t understand why he was suddenly being pushed away from the both of you, leaving him on edge at all times as well.

the powder and the fuse—chris and matt. whenever they walked into the same room, you could only bet on how long it’d take before the two were arguing. whether it was pointless stuff that pissed the two guys off, or there was a deeper meaning behind the arguments.

all this caused nick to get upset as well. he couldn’t stand his brothers fighting all the time, leaving him pissy too.

whether it was breaking up the arguments between the two brothers or joining in, there was always a building tension in their relationship.

was there any escape from this? all you knew was that your lies and secrets only tore all of you further apart from each other.

i can’t believe he’s so trusting while i’m right behind you thrusting she’s got him on the phone and she’s trying not to moan it’s a three-way call and he knows nothing

the next time you spoke with chris after your little disagreement was over the phone. you had matt behind you, thrusting his cock into your soaked walls while you tried your best to focus on what chris was saying.

“wha.. yeah. yes, that’s- that’s perfect..” you bit back a whimper, your hand tightening its grip on your phone, your eyes pinched shut while matt drove his dick in and out of you.

it was so nice of chris—after the argument you had just a few days prior, he decided he could at least make it up to you by taking you out for a nice dinner, talking stuff through instead of staying mad at each other, even treat you with some make-up sex. hell, he’d even gotten you a pretty dress to wear.

“are you okay? you sound a little off,” chris’s voice could be hear through the speakers, the confused tone to his voice making you wish you could just hang up already.

with a weak and somewhat faux laugh, you answered him. “no, no i’m good.. s-seven thirty is fine,” you mumbled, a whimper falling from your lips, momentarily making you panic. “sorry, my shoe won’t- won’t come on,”

chris shrugged off your explanation. “uh, okay. i’ll see you at seven-thirty then, baby. goodb-“

“bye! i’ll see you,” you interrupted, hanging up immediately.

finally, you let the moans fall from your parted lips, muffled from the pillow you buried your face into, clutching for the sheets. the phone fell from your grasp, matt’s hand grabbing a good handful of your hair, driving your face further down into the soft pillow.

“he doesn’t have a clue in the fucking world.. his pretty girl getting her brains fucked out, huh? on his brother's cock?” he chuckled dryly, lifting your head up.

he gradually picked up his pace, allowing weak and whiny moans to flow freely from your swollen lips, skin slapping against skin.

“i don’t think he’d be too pleased to see this.. drooling over my fucking dick. is it really that good?” he taunted, referring to the patch of spit soaked into the fabric of your pillow.

chris doesn’t know so don’t tell chris ‘cause chris doesn’t know

you should’ve seen it coming, really. all the sneaking around would eventually come to an end, whether you broke it off with matt, or chris somehow found out…

which he did.

“hey, do you want anything? i could grab some food for us,” chris suggested, gently nudging your side to catch your attention.

chris had invited you to sleep over, as if you didn’t basically live with them by now, deciding to starts a movie-marathon. chris’s idea.

you looked up at him from your position on the bed, your limbs entangled. “yeah, sure. i’ll stay here tho, i’m too tired to move,”

chris laughed lightly at your response, but he eventually got out of your complicated position, leaving a kiss to your forehead.

“i’ll be back in no time,” he smiled, before waving goodbye, not forgetting his keys and wallet.

you blew a kiss his way, and not long after you could hear the car running.

tiredly, you stood up, deciding to why not go talk to matt while chris was gone, since nick was at the movies with a couple friends.

softly, you knocked on his door, hearing a faint ‘come on in’ from behind the door, carefully pushing it open.

“oh. hi there,” matt smiled at you, sitting by his desk.

“hello,” you returned the smile, waving at him from his doorframe, taking a quick glance at his room. though you weren’t exactly here to do anything specific, your stomach started swirling, making you nervous.

the second matt stood up and made his way over to you with a twinkle in his eye, you regretted going upstairs to say hi in the first place.

looking at you, he reached out to tug a couple strands of hair behind your ear, leaving you speechless and flustered, gazing straight into his blue eyes.

“did you want anything?” he asked, cupping the side of your face while tilting his head to the side in a questioning manner, though he definitely knew.

you weren’t here to have sex, it wasn’t the time and situation for that.. but now it seemed much more than tempting with nick and chris out of the house. you were supposed to just chat, and keep you entertained until chris came back.

you met his eyes, taking your bottom lip between your teeth, and that was all matt needed as an answer, quickly getting his hands on you.

matt was sprawled out under you, his head and back resting on the mattress beneath him, while your nails clawed for his chest.

“ff-fuck.. we have t-to hurry..” you whimpered, your legs already aching from being spread out on either side of his hips.

matt was trying his best not to buck his hips up to meet yours, the restraint wearing thinner and thinner while you squeezed and grinded on top of him.

“you gotta pick your pace up then, baby..” he mumbled weakly, giving the side of your thigh a gentle pat, as if that would help you go faster.

you shook your head, feeling matt’s hands rub down your sides, one of them eventually reaching for your breast, brushing his thumb over your bud.

“i-i can’t, matt..” you whined, the ache in your inner thighs too evident to keep moving, only continuing your weak and slow rocking, your pussy drooling around his stretch.

“cone on.. y-you just gotta-“ matt went to say, but immediately cut himself off when he heard a creak from the doorframe.

“oh.”

chris stood there by the door, staring at the two of you. the second you heard a voice that definitely wasn’t matt’s and was a little too familiar, your eyes flickered to meet chris’s.

and just like that, your heart immediately dropped to your stomach, blood running cold.

“i-i’m sorry..” you whispered, your voice quiet and barely coherent, staring back up at chris, before looking away from him.

though chris was more than shocked to see you literally sit on his brother's dick, he didn’t feel sad or betrayed like any other person would. sure, confusion and shock were running through his whole body.. but it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling.

quickly, you reached for a blanket, wrapping it around yourself before getting off matt, leaving him to scramble around with his own blanket.

there was silence. not a single word, except the music playing from matt’s computer, nearly drowned out from the thick tension.

chris felt torn. he wanted to be mad, no, he had to. you cheated, didn’t you? but yet he couldn’t get himself to yell at you, instead feeling a sense of arousal both the sight of you right there, and the thought of.. sharing you.

he kicked the door shut behind him, stepping forward to look down at you sitting on matt’s bed.

“are you mad at me?” you whispered with a hurt expression plastered all across your face, patiently waiting for any chance of explanation.

“no.. i don’t- i don't know why. i’m not,” he mumbled back, taking off his cap to run his hands through his messy hair, before looking at matt.

relief washed through your veins, letting out a sigh of reassurance, yet a perplexed expression made its way to your face.

“can i ask you something..?” chris questioned, his eyes flickering between the both of you.

swiftly, you shot a glance matt’s way, before you both nodded hesitantly, making chris wonder how exactly to word this without being too straightforward.

“could we.. i mean, it’s fine if you think it’s weird, but- i’ve been thinking about us, me and matt, both.. going down on you?”

chris’s words lingered in the air, your earlobes turning pink, as well as your cheeks, staring at him. matt seemed just as shocked, yet neither of the two of you seemed opposed to the idea.

you had no clue that chris would think of such a thing. whenever you had sex, it wasn’t like he initiated more. but from chris’s point of view, he would just get to see more angles of how you’d react to another person's touch, his touch.

matt looked at you, a shrug pulling at his shoulders with an expression that said he definitely didn’t mind.

“i-i don’t.. i don’t mind,” a red hue tinted your cheeks, almost too shy to say the words, to even thinking about what would happen.

and immediately, it was like a switch had been flipped inside chris and matt.

“a-are you guys sure about this?” the words came mumbled from your lips, feeling more exposed than ever, though both brothers had seen you completely vulnerable and naked numerous times.

you weren’t unsure about your own situation, more about theirs. since.. well, they’re brothers?

“shh, don’t worry. it’s okay, we’re okay. just relax f’me, will you?” chris’s breath fans against your inner thighs, making your squirm.

but matt holds you in place, his legs on either side of yours, arms wrapped around your middle from behind you. he rested his chin your shoulder, just to get a clearer look of what was going on, to see how you’d react.

“stop squirmin’..” he husked, feeling your lean further back into his chest, your head thrown back into his shoulder, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’.

chris wastes no time, pressing deliberate kisses to your inner thighs as you whined in desperation, your eyes fluttering shut.

matt’s fingers make their way up your chest, carefully cupping your breasts in each hand, rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers.

“so, so pretty.. and so wet for me?” chris’s breath was hot against your folds, making another whimper tug at your lips.

“for us..” matt broke in, making chris roll his eyes in response.

not another second passes before he attaches his tongue to your folds, causing you to gasp, instinctively allowing your fingers to reach for chris’s hair to tug on.

you can hear matt chuckle faintly behind you, but it was washed out from the buzzing in your head. chris deliberately lapping kitty-licks to your folds, before pressing his tongue to your clit, hooking your thighs up over his shoulders.

at this rate you didn’t care about his fingers leaving marks to your thighs, the only thought going through your head was the absolute pleasure you were receiving from the two.

“oh gosh, chris.. please keep going,” your lips parted, puffy and glistening while your eyes pinched shut, your senses filled with the faint smell of matt’s cologne that still lingered on his skin.

chris continues to lazily lick stripes up your folds before he lets one of your legs rest on the bed to allow his thumb to attach to your clit. the sudden change made your back arch, but matt held you down once more.

moans and whimpers are being ripped from your mouth, only adding to the fuel inside of chris, working his pink tongue in and out of your leaking hole.

“y’taste.. so fuckin’ good, princess..” chris mumbled from between your legs, the soft vibration of his words going straight up your spine.

chris’s hair was already disheveled and messed up from when you played with it earlier, but when you reached and tugged gently on the strands it only messed it up even further. your reaction adds to chris’s desire, knowing he was doing well.

he let his tongue run down your pussy again, before starting to swirl and prod the muscle at your entrance, his only goal in mind being giving you as much pleasure as he could.

shameless moans continued spilling from your lips, leaning further into matt’s body behind you, your legs closing around chris’s head.

“fuck! i’m gonna come, please-“ you whined, accidentally bucking your hips up, but chris didn’t seem to mind.

his thumb circled your bud even tighter, the slight stubble on his face scratching across your inner thighs, surely leaving a faint burn later.

“shh, y’need to quiet down a tad,” matt’s words were whispered from behind you, his lips close to graze your ear.

one of matt’s hands sneaks from your breast to your neck, gently but firmly gripping you to hold your shuddering body back as you lean into him, trying to get you to stay in place as chris worked you through your orgasm, fucking you with his tongue.

you just about lose it when matt’s fingers add a soft pressure to your neck, your skin heating up and breathing getting heavier—all this leads to your mind fogging up completely.

shockwaves gripped your body, dissolving into pleasure when you came, letting out strangled moans of chris’s name.

“ohhh, just like that.. doin’ so good,” matt chuckled, his fingers slipping from your throat, returning to cup your soft skin

chris’s chin and lips were basically covered in a mix of your release and his own spit, before using the back of his hand to wipe it off.

you chuckled breathlessly, letting your hands fall from chris’s hair, your chest heaving with every breath.

“come on.. let us take care of you,” matt said from behind, clearly growing impatient and eager, gently nudging your back to signal for you to move.

chris quickly stole a kiss, leaning forward to connect your lips, before leaving more down the side of your face, causing you to let out a giggle. he laughed along, before getting settled on the bed.

a second later you’re on all fours, feeling chris crawl up behind you, one of his large hands smoothing down the spine of your back.

your look over at matt, a confused look settling on your face. “are you not joining?”

he shrugs, shaking his head for a moment. “i just wanna watch for a minute.. don’t worry.”

a smug smile made its way onto his lips. really, he just wanted to watch you, how you shuddered and reacted while positioned like that. it was like his own, personal third-person view of how you’d look while being fucked by him.

you just nodded it off, before your legs were spread further apart by his thighs, the tip of his cock prodding at your weeping pussy, smearing the precum over your folds. the icky feeling made you whine, digging your nails into the sheets in both desperation and aching need.

“so, so pretty.. i could look at you all day,” chris whispered from behind you, hand hand reaching the ends of your hair to push out of the way, smoothing his palm up your back.

you smiled to yourself at his sweet words, until you felt him press the head of his cock through your opening. a gasp slipped from your parted lips, the stretch leaving a twinge between your legs.

“christ.. you take me so well..” he groaned from behind you, watching his cock disappear inside of you, a whimper ripping from the back of your throat. “do you wish it was matt touching you right now? this isn’t enough, is it?”

your ears perked up at his question, all blood running from your face. matt was already staring at the two of you, carefully wrapping his hand around his aching dick. chris never talked to you like this, making your stomach swirl—it was only something matt ever did.

truthfully, you shook your head. it wasn’t like matt didn’t make you feel good, but this was really all you needed. “n-no..”

a yelp elicited from your lips when he pressed his cock further inside of your drooling walls, echoing with the whimper falling past matt’s.

you turn your head to look at him, met with the sight of him fisting his erection, eyes locked on yours.

“really? i think you’re lying.. too busy running around fucking my brother. come on, matt,” chris waved him over, his fingertips digging into the soft skin of your hips, pulling you back to take more of his cock.

you felt nervous, more vulnerable than ever under both their eyes and chris’s harsh words, though they weren’t linked with malice, more something to get you both going. matt shuffled closer in front of you, and you twisted your neck to look up at him.

“come on.. you know what to do,” chris murmured, his length throbbing inside of you—it was getting hard to hold back from pumping his cock inside of you, watching your puffy walls suck him in.

nervously, you reached out to wrap your hand around matt, watching the sticky substance already smear from his tip, purposely rub your thumb over his slit, earning a groan from him.

carefully, your lips parted to wrap around his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. matt let out a quiet moan, his hand entangling in your hair, guiding you to take more of him. it wasn’t until he hit the back of your throat he stopped, loosening his grip on you but not letting go.

“fuck, you look so hot with my dick down your throat,” his head lolled back, eyes shut while you desperately tried to adjust to the restraint of breathing, your own eyes pinched shut.

suddenly, chris thrusted his hips forward, his hand on your back pressing down to arch your back as much as possible, the sudden shove forward making your gag around matt, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes.

“o-oh my god..” chris groaned, starting to pick up a slow rhythm, keeping it gentle since he didn’t actually want to hurt you.

“shiiitt.. fucking drooling around my cock, sweetheart..”

spit pooled around matt’s girth, hollowing your cheeks in an attempt to bob your head on his hardness, feeling every vein and ridge under your tongue, causing matt to groan.

it didn’t take long for chris’s pace to pick up, as well as your own, moaning and sputtering around his dick. his hand gripped the back of your head, accidentally bucking his hips into your mouth.

“you feel so good, angel.. so, so good, you’re doing so well..” chris cooed from behind you, gently massaging your hips in a way of comforting you, though his pace was a stark contrast to his dreamy words.

chocked whines were let out around matt, trying your best to signal your climax was close, your head going empty as the bliss took over you. the feeling, the pure ecstasy that ran through your veins seemed irreplaceable in the moment. nothing could add up to this.

the vibrations from your pretty noises and attempted words sent a shock of electricity up matt’s spine, guttural groans flowing past his lips.

you were throbbing around chris, your walls fluttering with every erratic pound, heat pooling in your lower tummy. and chris could feel it all, feel how your soaked hole pulsed and squeezed around his cock.

“you’re close, aren’t you? it’s okay.. it’s okay,

you can come,” chris shushed you, his chest heaving while letting out pathetic whimpers between pants.

you were writhing beneath the two, your clit swollen and a sheen of sweat prickling across your forehead and back. you lost composure, seeing stars from how overwhelming the whole situation was, your body going numb and hot.

“come on, she’s doing so good.. why don’t you tell her?” chris spoke between gritted teeth, looking up at matt.

he looked almost puzzled, not used to being so sweet with his words, but that was exactly was chris was going for. you deserved the world, not derogatory praised though he knew you didn’t mind either.

“yeah.. he’s right, you take it so well, hm? y’like being stuffed full like this?” matt complied, feeling your lips loosen around his length, your bobbing turning sloppy and halting.

your gut tightened, knees buckling under you when you came around chris’s dick, waves crashing upon you as your slick smeared over his length, tears escaping your waterline to roll down your cheek.

the repeated shudder around matt’s length was becoming too much, before his grip tightened on your hair, spilling his cum down your throat when he was pushed over the edge, spit seeping from the corner of your mouth.

“fuck! take it all, i know you can,” matt’s words stung when he continued to rut his hips forward, before tears were staining your cheeks, milking him completely dry.

with a pop, he pulled back, allowing you to heave for air, messy moans being ripped from your throat from chris’s unrelenting thrusts.

“ch-chris.. i can’t take it, please. it’s too much,” you whimpered between a quiet sob, sobs of ecstasy, clamping down around him while the tip of his dick kissed your cervix with every roll of his hips.

“y-you really think you could handle the both of us? at the same time?” matt cooed with faux sympathy, leaning down to cup the side of your face, his thumb wiping the mix of his release and saliva off your lips, “of course, you couldn’t,”

he tsked, shaking his head while giving your cheek a pat. chris then broke in, his eyes stuck to where your two bodies connected, your slick release covering his length, “shh.. just a little bit more, m’almost there doll, you’re doing so good..”

another whine slipped from your glistening, swollen lips, dipping forward to bury your face into a pillow, allowing chris to hit way deeper inside your gummy walls.

you were basically clawing at the soft fabric, hot tears falling from your eyes like prior, the soft cries making his pace turn sloppy, indicating he was close.

with a final thrust, his movements stilled, before spurting the hot seed inside of you, the icky substance filling you up.

he groaned, basically collapsing on top of you, his fingertips trailing down your sides while mumbling mindless praise, “so, so pretty.. you did so well, don't cry. my girl,”

you wobbly made it onto your elbows, smiling dreamily to yourself at his words, completely fucked out and weak while his lips made their way down your back, “i love you too,”.

matt’s hand met the top of your head, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, leaving a gentle kiss to the side of your face.

“anyway.. pizza’s in the kitchen. go crazy,”

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[mattsapplejuice]

pretty self explanatory i think

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐰𝐛 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬 『 +𝟏𝟖 』

ⓘ masturbation video ᚐ friends with benefits ᚐ jerking off ᚐ overstimulation ᚐ whimpering (?) ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟑𝟔𝟎

chris’ breath hitched as he filmed himself jerking off in front of the large mirror, his right hand fisting his cock furiously as he swallowed thickly, biting back groans and moans that threatened to leave him with every stroke on his overly sensitive cock.

there were streaks of cum on the sink and the bottom of the mirror, easily letting you know that he came plenty of times before filming the video. his jaw was clenched tight, white boxers pulled down to mid thigh and fingers gripping his phone so tightly that his knuckles had gone white as his other hand kept on stroking his shaft.

a small sound between a whine and a whimper finally escaped him when he stopped and palmed his tip, teasing himself. "mmfh-mm, ffuuckk – juust like that." he breathed out quietly, almost inaudible as his fingers wrapped around his cock again, imagining it as your hand as he started to move his hand up and down his shaft, slowly picking up pace again.

his breaths were coming in short gasps and pants as he felt that same flutter in his stomach—indicating his impending orgasm. his eyes rolled back briefly when he squeezed himself just right, his thighs trembling and twitching, his lips parted. "haahh—mmph-ahh, sh-shit-- shit-shit!" he started to fist his oversensitized shaft faster as the bands in his abdomen grew taut with each stroke.

until it snapped.

chris’ vision blurred with tears of pleasure, a few already rolling down his face as his orgasm crashed over him for the nth time tonight, loud moans and profanities fell out of his parted lips freely as he kept on jerking off, hips twitching with each rope of cum.

after the last little spurt, he just stood there, dick in hand and shuddering as he tried to catch his breath. he ended the video after a few seconds and immediately sent it to you, typing out a nonchalant 'for you ma' despite his otherwise not so nonchalant state. a smirk tugged at his lips when he saw those three little dots appear at the bottom of the screen.

oh how he loved sending you explicit videos randomly.

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✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ this was js sum’ random, but i fuckin’ love this so bad like stop #needthat! ×-×

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[strnilolover]

you were sitting cross-legged on chris’ bed, rambling on about your day—something about how the barista got your coffee order wrong but made up for it by giving you a free pastry.

chris was leaning against the headboard, one arm draped over his pillow as he watched you animatedly talk, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

he had been listening—really, he had—but somewhere between your fourth mention of the barista’s “super nice smile” and how you couldn’t decide if you wanted a blueberry muffin or a scone, he decided he’d heard enough.

“mmhm,” he hummed, his eyes narrowing as he reached out to cup your face with one hand, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. the sudden touch made you pause mid-sentence, your wide eyes meeting his smug ones.

“chris, wha—”

before you could finish your thought, his lips crashed against yours, effectively silencing you. his smirk evident even as his lips moved against your own. his thumb traced lazy circles on your cheek, his other hand coming to rest on your knee to keep you steady.

when he finally pulled back, your breath hitched, your train of thought completely derailed. he chuckled at your flustered expression, tilting his head as if daring you to pick up where you left off.

“that’s better,” he teased, leaning back against the headboard with an infuriatingly satisfied grin. “you were cute when you were rambling, but I like you quiet, too.”

you huffed, narrowing your eyes at him, but the warmth spreading through your chest betrayed you. “you’re the worst,” you mumbled, earning another smug laugh as he leaned in to kiss you again.

a/n : here’s this while i work on like all my drafts LMAO (this was sitting in my drafts for a good month)

[sweetshuga]

「 ✦ 𝒃𝒔𝒇.ᐟ𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 ✦ 」

Chris’ warm breath ghosted over your aching clit, exposed and pulsing—his finger having carefully parted your lips to expose it. He looked up at you, waiting for you to tell him what to do and it wasn’t as if he didn’t know what to do, he had seen it in porn and heard from others, but he was still nervous nonetheless.

"Do I just uh... lick it?" He hesitantly asked, his blue orbs boring into yours. "Mhm," you hummed, not trusting your voice as you looked away from his gaze, your face slowly flushing in embarrassment as what’s happening finally registered in your brain.

Your best friend is about to give you head...

Suddenly feeling shy, you tried to close your legs, but Chris’ hands quickly held you in place, gripping the underside of your thighs and holding them flush against you—basically folding you in half.

"Chris, what are you–Oh! " Your jaw went slack when his tongue connected to your clit, his thumbs spreading you open for easier access.

Chris looked up at you as he lapped at your clit, his own breathing growing heavier when he saw the pure ecstasy etched on your features. He decided to try something else and wrapped his lips around your swollen nub, giving it soft suckles, and at first, he was surprised by the bucking of your hips, but it quickly turned into desire when he understood the implication.

He was making you feel good.

Chris relaxed when he heard your moans, knowing he wasn’t doing as bad as he thought he would, and started to devour you without holding back. His tongue prodded at your entrance and dwelled inside, groaning at the way your pussy sucked his tongue in so greedily.

He lapped up your arousal, the tip of his nose rubbing and pushing against your clit as he tongue-fucked you.

After what felt like minutes, Chris finally pulled back slightly to admire your weeping pussy in awe before diving back in again, almost making out with your cunt as he kissed, nipped and suckled at your lips. His tongue flattened and licked your clit, making you squirm as louder moans spilled out of your gaped mouth.

Your eyes rolled back when he started to flick his tongue faster, and you could feel your release approaching too fucking fast, causing you to let out quick whiny gasps.

"C-chris—mmm-ahh—m’gonna cum-" You warned, your fingers tightening their grip on his hair, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he started to suck on your clit so hard that your vision was whitening at the corners and then, suddenly, everything turned blurry when your orgasm crashed over you.

You were climaxing, and pretty fucking hard at that.

Chris’ eyes widened when he heard the mewls coming out of your mouth, the sounds going straight to his already rock hard cock—twitching in his shorts.

He looked down at your quivering body, your back arched and brows knit together as your hips jerked and twitched with each wave of pleasure coursing through you. The aftershocks were intense to say the least and you’ve never come so hard in your life.

Before you could catch your breath, however, Chris leaned back down and started to eat you out again despite your hands trying to push him away by his shoulders, but he was too far gone. All he could think about was your pussy, and the addicting taste of it. Chris was utterly pussy-drunk, even though this was his first time.

He wasn’t going to stop until he got his fill.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟓𝟗𝟏 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖