#chris sturniolo blurb

[et6rnalsun]

𓍼 chris can’t tell the difference between fashionkilla! reader’s lippies…

it was one of the first times chris had come to your house. unexpectedly, you had invited him into your private world after months of acting like a mysterious girl — the one you have to work hard for years to get to know deeply. to say he was nervous was an understatement, his palms were sweaty as he lightly rubbed them against his dark jeans that he loved so much. he didn't know how to move, or if he could even walk on your shag rugs without you getting nervous and rolling your beautiful eyes at him.

your black cat, adorable to him ( matt should see her, his mind said ), was almost more welcoming than you. she started to circle his legs, before gingerly resting her cheek against them when he leaned down to stroke the back of her ears with a ridiculously big smile on his face. jokes aside, the kiss you left on his cheek when you approached him was so much better than anything else. he's sure he shivered, and not just from the cold sensation your rings against his skin had caused.

“y’seem so shy” you teased him, chuckling as you watched him look around, almost looking lost. “different from texts, huh?” you added, not missing an opportunity to dig in deeper. and he wanted to die when your words brought him back to things he actually typed and sent to you: 'if i come to your house, you don't know what i'll do to you'

“i’m just trying to be a gentleman” chris rolled his eyes, approaching you from behind as you walked towards what he assumed was your bedroom. his arms were wrapped around your waist to keep you close in that way, his cheek pressed against the top of your head.

the interior of your room seemed to be the dream of every girl that was interested in makeup, even if slightly. your dresser was exploding with all kinds of products, a large bed that he could already tell was a cloud — to try as soon as possible — three wardrobes that he was afraid to see the inside of. plus other things he hadn't really thought about too much.

chris let himself fall back onto your bed not resisting the temptation, arms spread wide as he sank into the impossibly soft mattress. a satisfied groan escaped him as he stretched, the plush comfort confirming everything he had imagined. “yeah,” he muttered, half to himself, “this is what heaven feels like.” his embarrassment had vanished into thin air like a dissolving cloud.

you didn’t respond right away, too busy rummaging through one of the drawers at your dresser even though he wanted you right next to him. he watched you, his lips twitching at the way your brow furrowed in concentration. you moved around your space with a casual ease, but to him, this was a rare glimpse into your world. you then turned towards him, meeting the insistent gaze you felt on you. “what do you think of my kingdom?”

chris propped himself up on his elbows, glancing around the room as if he were an art critic assessing a masterpiece. “kingdom is putting it lightly,” he replied, his voice laced with mock seriousness. “this feels more like just shit i don’t understand at all” you raised an eyebrow at him and his playful words, crossing your arms as you leaned against the dresser and smirked. “oh yeah? like what?”

he gestured toward your dresser, his hand sweeping across the sea of beauty products neatly arranged—or chaotically clustered, depending on perspective. “that. aaalll of that. it looks like sephora exploded in here.“

your laugh was loud and unrestrained, the kind of sound that made his stomach flip in the best way, his heart already felt full from the fact that you were warming up to him so much. “you wouldn’t get it,” you said, shaking your head as you walked over to the bed and plopped down beside him to his delight. at that, he sat up fully, leaning closer with a smirk that was both curious and challenging. “try me,” he said, folding his arms.

you raised a brow, clearly amused by his sudden interest. “alright, genius. let’s see how much you know.” standing up again with a brief chuckle you couldn’t hold back, you strode to your dresser and pulled open a drawer, returning with a handful of lipsticks. holding them out like they were your damn kids or just gold, you asked, “these?.”

he leaned forward, squinting at the assortment in your hands. after a long pause, he shrugged. “lipsticks. brown ones?. all the same.”

your jaw dropped, and you stared at him like he’d just insulted your entire existence. “the same?” you echoed, your voice climbing an octave. “bitch, you can’t be for real”you shook your head, grabbing two from your collection before settling comfortably into his lap, the lipsticks right in his face. “one is in the shade livin’ the cream — don’t comment,” you pointed at it with a manicured finger. “while the other is sprinkle sprinkle. they are so fucking different, chris!”

he had that annoying little smile on his lips, and he just seemed to be focused on your body placed prettily on top of him. “mhm. exactly the same”

you groaned, dropping your head into your hands as he laughed. “chris, i swear to god,” you said, sounding desperate but amused at the same time. “the first one has a cool undertone, and the other is warm. it’s not that hard to understand, it is?”

he was still laughing as he set the lipsticks down on the bed, his shoulders shaking. “alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “you win, baby. they’re totally different. i see it now, okay?”

“good,” you said, though your tone was far from convinced. crossing your arms, you narrowed your eyes at him. “you’d better mean that, or i’m kickin’ your ass out.”

he grinned, leaning forward to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer. “oh, c’mon,” he said, his voice softening as his lips brushed against your neck softly. “I’m trying to learn here. maybe i just need a private lesson. y’know, hands-on.”

the sound of your most sincere and sweet laughter filled the room again, and as you playfully swatted at him, chris couldn’t help but think that he could get used to it. and you should too.

[sturniqlo]

rapper!chris x singer!reader au

*.✧ get to know rapper!chris and singer!reader ✧.*

both sfw and nsfw

rapper!chris who listened to singer!readers entire discography after he met her

singer!reader who played hard to get to see just how much rapper!chris wanted her. and also because she knew about his history with girls. plus, she has a bit of trouble committing to anyone (but they both hooked up once before they started dating)

rapper!chris and singer!reader who are each others plus one to any and every event

rapper!chris who gets a chain with singer!readers name or initials on it

rapper!chris who eventually gets a tattoo of singer!readers' kiss mark. it's a total surprise for her once she had gotten back from a quick trip to nyc

rapper!chris and singer!reader who aren't afraid to show each other off. always posting each other on thier social media, pointing each other out at their shows, and mentioning each other during interviews and songs

rapper!chris who loves to go rough but will often times take it slow and soft to feel her and take his time with her

rapper!chris and singer!reader who love to do interviews/videos together just for fun. like BuzzFeed CELEB, ELLE, WIRED, and GQ. even when they're not promoting anything

rapper!chris who will publicly call out anyone who makes a rude comment about singer!reader or mentions her in a song that rubs him the wrong way

singer!reader who loves going to visit rapper!chris in the studio whenever he is recording. always brings him food, snacks, drinks, or anything he asks for

rapper!chris and singer!reader who love to make silly little songs together that don't make sense at all and never release them, however one time chris accidentally posted one of the songs and it accidentally made the charts for how silly it was. (it was about the lunch they had, had that day)

rapper!chris who is in awe of everything singer!reader has ever accomplished. he teared up when she won her very first grammy, was over the moon when her song went platinum in a week, went to every. single. show of her tour no matter what state or country it was in, he was there

rapper!chris who goes to every. single. show of singer!readers' tour no matter what state or country it's in, he's always there supporting her

singer!reader who always senses when rapper!chris is taking candid pictures of her

rapper!chris who puts singer!readers' moans into one of his songs and ends up putting it in his album with her consent of course

rapper!chris and singer!reader who are both so utterly in love with each other and everybody else loves them that they broke twitter the day they announced their engagement

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ★ ✮★

an: not claiming this as my own idea! i know there as been several writers who have done this au before! anyways, i'm so excited to write for these two i love em already ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

masterlist | join my taglist

[lolastrniolo]

SQUIRM - C.S.

summary: try and call in sick for work while chris makes you squirm… think you can keep it together?

contains: smut, oral (f!receiving), not public but like kinda??, fingering, established relationship

wc: 501

a/n: if you watched shameless, this might sound a little familiar 🤭 (S5E4 28:00) - also, this was rushed so it kinda sucks :( been a lil busy sorryy

“hey, good morning. uhm- i-i’m scheduled for a double t-today but I’m just not… feeling that great” you spoke into the phone, your colleague on the other end. your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth, trying to keep in the moans that threatened to escape your lips. chris’ tongue repeatedly lapped over your clit, his arms gripping your thighs that were trying to close in around his head. he had no mercy, no intent to keep you quiet, doing all the things he knew drove you crazy.

“oh, i’m so sorry to hear that.” your colleague spoke, innocently. chris’ eyes were locked on yours, burning into your soul. even though you had been together for almost a year, he still made you nervous when he looked at you like that, especially when he was repeatedly running his tongue through your folds at the same time. “yeah, yeah. i was j-just wondering if it’s not busy, maybe you don't need me?” your eyes rolled back when chris started lightly sucking on your clit, his soft moans sending vibrations through your entire body.

“sure, i’ll ask the boss. one second, i’ll go get him-” your eyes widened, talking to your boss was the last thing you needed right now. “no no no no don’t get him, i’m sure he’s busy anyway!” but it was too late, your boss’ voice was quickly heard through the phone. “hey, you can’t make the lunch shift?” you gasped when chris slid two fingers in, curling them up to meet your g-spot. he smiled at your response, doing his absolute best to get you to your high as soon as possible.

you reached down to try and push chris’ head back, but he didn’t budge, not one bit. he kept going, his fingers working even faster inside you. you tugged at his hair, the pleasure building inside you. “no- no i can, i can. i just thought if it wasn't busy-” you trailed off, your head dropped back onto your pillow while you arched your back, chris doubling his efforts when he felt you clench around his fingers. “yeah, sure. you’re off the hook, but i really need you for dinner.” your boss responded, “when do you think you’ll be able to come in?”

“soon, soon. very soon!” your eyes were locked on chris’, making sure he understood the double meaning behind your words. “yeah, i- i’ll be there for dinner.” a moan escaped your lips when you finally reached your high, legs shaking in chris’ grasp. chris eagerly lapped up your release, making sure to get every last drop. he grinned, your juices glistening on his chin.

“you okay?” your boss asked, referring to the awkwardly loud moan that had escaped your lips. “mhm- yeah. i’m fine! bye!” you quickly hung up the phone before your boss could say anything, “i can’t believe we just did that” you said to chris, slapping your hand over your mouth.

chris chuckled, a smirk on his lips. “i can.”

@urfavvt4ylor @stvrnzwrld @chrisweetheart @h3arts4harry @gwennybenny @chrissturnioloswife88 @annsx03 @mattslutt @jackyqyz @billieslimbo @mattsdillion @faiyaz555 @sofsturnz689 @ariestrxsh @floralsturniolo

[strnilolover]

dealer!chris fucking soft!reader in the back of his car

there was just something about the way chris had looked tonight that made your stomach flutter as warmth pooled low in your belly. his one had gripping the steering wheel, while the other was reached over to rest comfortably on your upper thigh—a little too high.

his jaw was clenched, eyes focused on the road—you couldn’t help but ogle him every time your gaze flitted to him.

“i can feel y’starin’ at me angel.” he says suddenly, snapping you from your thoughts, his hand giving your thigh a light squeeze. “do y’need somethin’?”

you shake your head quickly, legs trying to press together subtly. “n-no i don’t need anything. m’okay.” lies. he just hummed, eyes flicking away from the road to look at you briefly—taking in your now flushed state, he grinned.

“mhm..y’sure baby? you’re lookin’ a little warm there.” he teased, now giving your thigh a light pat. you just nodded, looking away from his gaze that kept on flicking to you—he knew.

chris looked at you once more before slowing the car down, pulling to the side of the road as he flicks on his hazards. he turns to you, patting your thigh once more to get your attention.

“get in the back angel, c’mon.”

-

your knees were on either side of his thighs, leggings and panties discarded on the floor of the car. your muscles ached with how slow you were moving—chris’ hands gripping your hips tightly as he bounced you up and down on his cock.

your head rested on his shoulder as your arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto his body. small whines and moans echoing in the car. “c-chris please..” you whined, trying to speed up your hips. but the action only made him grip you tighter.

“nuh-uh baby. gonna keep it niiice and slow—want you t’feel it.” he grunted, pushing his hips up as he tugged your hips down—cock hitting deep inside your slick walls.

you cried out, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt and your head tipped back. chris grinned, lifting you up and bringing you back down to meet his thrusts over and over and over—each one hitting so deep. “mm, feel good angel?—shiiit—y’feel me in here?” hand leaving your hip to press on the lower part of your stomach.

the pressure of his hand makes you moan, bottom lip tucking between your teeth. your head nods, “mhm—ha, fuck. ch-chris…m’close.” your body shakes, stomach starting to pull taut.

“yeaaah, i know pretty.” he moans, your walls fluttering around his length. “g’nna make y’feel better. know what y’need.” his body shifts, both hands on your hips once more as he holds you in place—beginning to buck his hips up wildly into your sopping cunt.

“ah—fuckfuckfuck!!” you gasp, eyes rolling back. “pleasepleaseplease—right th-there!” you babbled, choking out a moan as your head tips forward, searching for his lips through your clouded mind. the tip of his cock pressing perfectly into you—it had you seeing stars.

his lips captured yours, it was hot and messy. teeth nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue pushed into your mouth. your hands roamed to his hair, tugging on the locks, a grunt slipping into your mouth.

he pulled back, breath right against your face. “m’right there angel. c’mon, let go f’me—can feel ya squeezing me.” your body shuttered at the thought of finishing with him. your muscles drawing tighter as your orgasm rippled through you—chris right behind, spilling inside you.

your body slumped against him, breath ragged as you try to calm yourself. his grip on you loosened, hands now rubbing up and down your back and soothing circles on your hips.

“did so good angel, s’proud of you.” he whispered against your hair, pressing a light kiss to your head.

[darksturnz]

NIGHTS LIKE THIS

CONTENTS:・teeth rotting fluff-heavy plot (imo) ・star!reader ・mild language ・sleeping in the same bed・artist!chris ・substance use + more WC: 2.3k

i highly highly recommend listening to this on repeat, as that’s what i did :,) promise it sets the mood. + heavily dedicated to my literal star @55sturn

The roof of Chris’s trailer creaked as Star stretched out on the patchy blanket, her black hoodie blending into the night sky above. The air was cool, almost cold, but not quite enough to send her shivering. Pine View was never silent, even at night—the hum of cicadas buzzed low in the background, broken occasionally by a bark or the far-off growl of an engine.

Chris sat beside her, leaning back on one elbow, a joint hanging loosely from his fingers. His face was calm, unreadable as always, except for the faint furrow in his brow. Smoke curled lazily in the air between them, dissipating into the starry sky.

“I’m telling you,” Star said, voice animated as her finger traced a constellation, “if aliens exist, there’s no way they’re not watching us right now. We’re like, prime reality TV for them. Chaos, drama, stupidity—it’s got everything.”

Chris exhaled a slow stream of smoke, not bothering to look up. “Pretty sure aliens have better taste than watching us fail at life.” His tone was dry, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wanted to smile but wouldn’t let himself.

Star glanced over at him, her lips twitching into a smirk. “You’re such an optimist, Chris.”

“Realist,” he corrected, passing the joint to her without looking. His eyes were fixed somewhere on the horizon, but she could feel him listening in that quiet way he always did.

She took a drag, coughing slightly before handing it back. “Still. If they’re watching us, I bet they’re rooting for us, y’know? Like… even when life’s a mess, people find these little moments of peace. Kinda like this.”

Chris finally glanced at her, the faintest flicker of something soft in his sharp features. The way her nose crinkled when she tried to suppress her laugh; the way her eyes lit up, reflecting the stars she couldn’t stop rambling about—it was… annoying, maybe, how effortlessly she made the night feel less heavy. But not in a bad way.

“Maybe,” he muttered, almost to himself, before looking away again.

They lapsed into silence for a while, the kind that felt comfortable after months of stolen nights like this. Star broke it first, as she always did.

“You’re extra quiet tonight,” she said, nudging his shoulder. “What’s on your mind? Or are you just too high to function?”

Chris rolled his eyes, taking another drag. “Maybe I like the quiet, Kid. You ever think about that?”

“Nope,” she replied easily, grinning. “You’d be miserable without me, admit it.”

“Sure,” he said, deadpan, though the corners of his mouth twitched again.

Eventually, Star sat up, wobbling slightly as she eyed the trellis below. “Alright, we should head down before I fall asleep up here. You’re terrible at carrying people, and I refuse to be a headline in the Pine View Gazette: Local Emo Girl Plummets to Death Off Trailer Roof.”

Chris snorted. “They’d probably get your name wrong, too.”

Star nudged him with her elbow. “Go first. You’re the guy. Don’t guys like… live for this macho stuff? Protecting damsels in distress n’all that?”

Chris rolled his eyes. “You’re about as distressed as a cat on catnip.”

He swung his legs over the edge of the roof, gripping the trellis. It creaked under his weight, but he made it down smoothly, dusting his hands on his jeans when he reached the ground.

“See?” he called up. “s’fine. Just don’t be an idiot about it.”

Star pulled a face. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Captain Supportive.”

As she carefully climbed down, the trellis groaned ominously. Her foot slipped on a loose slat, and the sound of wood snapping was followed by a startled yelp.

“Chris!”

She fell backward, and he scrambled to catch her. The impact sent them both crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

Star landed on top of him, groaning as she tried to sit up. “Oh my god, I told you this thing was a death trap! Are you okay? Did I—”

“Shut up,” Chris said, breathless, but there was no heat in his words.

He stared up at her, his eyes locked on hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to still. The joint haze lingered in the air, making every detail sharper—the warmth of her body against his, the way her breath hitched slightly, the glint of stars in her wide eyes.

Her voice softened. “Chris…”

He didn’t move, didn’t speak, his gaze flicking briefly to her lips. It was as if gravity itself was pulling them closer, and she swayed slightly, her hands braced against his chest.

And then—

“Chris?”

Lila’s small, groggy voice shattered the moment. They froze, heads snapping toward the trailer’s back door, where Lila stood in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes.

Star scrambled to her feet, her cheeks burning. Chris sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair as he muttered, “What are you doing up, Lila?”

“I had a bad dream,” she mumbled, sniffling.

Chris sighed, climbing to his feet and brushing off the dirt. “Alright, c’mon,” he said, jerking his head toward the trailer. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

Star stood awkwardly to the side, still flustered, as Chris led Lila inside. When he came back out a few minutes later, his face was unreadable again, the moment between them seemingly forgotten.

“You coming?” he asked, nodding toward the trailer.

“Yeah,” she said quickly, following him in.

They collapsed onto the couch with a spread of leftover snacks, bingeing Rick and Morty in comfortable silence. But every so often, Star caught Chris sneaking glances at her, his expression softening just slightly before he turned back to the screen.

Star popped a fry into her mouth, her legs curled beneath her on the couch. The glow from the TV flickered across her face as the absurd antics of Rick and Morty filled the small living room. She stole a glance at Chris, who sat slouched next to her, picking at the crust of a slice of leftover pizza.

She couldn’t stop thinking about the moment on the ground—the way his eyes had locked with hers, the way her heart had flipped in her chest. It was ridiculous, really. Chris was… Chris. Gruff, blunt, emotionally unavailable Chris. And yet, her cheeks still felt warm when she thought about how close they’d been.

“You’re staring,” Chris said without looking up. His tone was as dry as ever, but the faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Star jerked her gaze back to the TV, stuffing another fry into her mouth. “I’m not staring. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Right,” he drawled, finally glancing over at her. “Because you’re the picture of subtlety.”

“Like you’re one to talk,” she shot back, turning to face him fully now. “You’ve been sneaking looks at me all night. What, do I have something on my face?”

Chris raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he leaned back against the couch. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just paranoid.”

She narrowed her eyes, trying to gauge if he was messing with her. “You’re so annoying, you know that?”

“And yet, here you are,” he replied smoothly, grabbing the remote and flipping to the next episode.

Star crossed her arms, leaning back with a huff. “I could’ve stayed home.”

Chris turned to her, the ghost of a smirk still lingering. “You wouldn’t have. You like it here too much.”

Her mouth opened to argue, but no words came out. Because he wasn’t wrong. For all his snark and the peeling wallpaper of his trailer, Chris’s place felt… safe.

“Whatever,” she muttered, grabbing a handful of fries.

They watched the episode in silence for a while, the tension between them softening into something almost comfortable again. But as the credits rolled, Chris spoke, his voice quieter than usual.

“What…what was that earlier,” he said, not looking at her.

Star stiffened, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “What was what earlier?”

His jaw shifted, like he was debating whether to say it. Finally, he turned his head to meet her gaze, his expression unreadable. “You almost kissed me.”

Her face burned. “I—what? No, I didn’t!”

Chris arched an eyebrow, leaning slightly closer. “You sure about that?”

The air between them grew heavier, the space on the couch suddenly feeling much too small. Star swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she held his gaze.

“Well, if I did,” she said, trying to sound casual, “you almost…did it back.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead, his eyes flicked down to her lips, just for a second, before meeting hers again.

For a moment, it felt like they were back on the ground outside, the rest of the world fading away as gravity pulled them closer.

But then, from the hallway, Lila’s small voice rang out again.

“Chris? Can I have water?”

Chris sighed, breaking eye contact as he stood up. “Yeah, I got it,” he called, his tone softer than usual.

Star exhaled, her shoulders slumping as the tension dissolved into the air. She stared at the TV, her fries forgotten, as Chris disappeared into the kitchen to help his sister.

When he came back, he sat down beside her without a word, grabbing another slice of pizza.

“Chris,” she said after a long pause, her voice quieter now.

He glanced at her, chewing lazily. “Yeah?”

She hesitated, her fingers twisting in the hem of her hoodie. “Never mind.”

Chris studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he leaned back, grabbing the remote again. “You’re weird,” he muttered, though there was no edge to his voice.

Star rolled her eyes, pulling her knees to her chest as the next episode started. But despite the casual banter, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something between them had shifted.

Neither of them said anything more about it, but as the night stretched on, Chris stayed just a little closer to her on the couch, his shoulder brushing hers every now and then.

The glow of the TV flickered softly across the living room, the chaos of Rick and Morty still playing, though Star hadn’t laughed in a while. Chris glanced over, noticing her head drooping slightly, her knees pulled to her chest. Her eyelids fluttered shut, the stubbornness that usually lit up her expression now replaced by something softer, more unguarded.

“Star,” Chris muttered, nudging her leg with his foot.

She mumbled something incoherent, barely stirring.

He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. The night had already been a whirlwind—her almost falling off the roof, the tension of their moment on the ground, and now this. Yet here she was, passed out on his couch like it was her own home.

Chris stood, stretching before leaning down to scoop up the half-empty plate of fries on her lap. He set it on the coffee table, shaking his head. “You really can’t hang, can you?” he muttered under his breath, though his voice lacked any real bite.

Star whimpered lightly but didn’t wake. Chris hesitated, his hands twitching at his sides as he debated whether to just leave her there. But something about the thought of her waking up in an uncomfortable position, complaining about her back for the next week, pushed him to act.

He bent down, sliding an arm under her legs and another behind her back. She stirred slightly as he lifted her, her body instinctively curling into his chest. Her head lolled against him, nestling into the crook of his shoulder, and Chris froze mid-step.

Her soft breath tickled his neck as she adjusted again, snuggling closer, completely unaware of what she was doing. His heart stuttered in a way he wasn’t used to, an unfamiliar warmth blooming low in his stomach.

“Damn it, Kid,” he muttered under his breath, though there was no malice in his tone.

She mumbled something incoherent again, her arm curling loosely against his chest like she belonged there. It was so unlike her usual sharp edges, her endless teasing and snarky comments. Like this, she was… soft. Vulnerable. The part of her she didn’t let the world see.

Chris carried her down the narrow hallway to his room, his movements careful and deliberate, as if afraid to wake her. The soft creak of his bedroom door greeted him as he nudged it open with his foot. Moonlight spilled in through the window, casting a faint glow over the small, familiar space.

As he lowered her onto the bed, she stirred, her head shifting slightly. For a brief moment, he thought she’d wake, but she just sighed, curling into herself instinctively.

Chris lingered, crouched beside the bed, watching the way her face relaxed, her lips slightly parted as she fell deeper into sleep. The faintest furrow creased his brow as he studied her, caught between the familiarity of her presence and the strange, twisting feelings in his chest.

She shifted again, burrowing deeper into the blankets as her arm stretched out toward the space where he usually slept. He swallowed hard, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at the pillow he always placed between them. The unspoken rule—his own attempt to avoid another awkward morning of waking up to find her tangled around him.

But now, as he watched her, those feelings from earlier returned—the strange pull, the warmth that made him feel more unsettled than he wanted to admit.

Chris dropped the pillow.

He stood there for another moment, his gaze lingering on her soft features before he climbed into the bed beside her. He stayed on his side at first, stiff and unsure, leaning back against the headboard.

But when her arm instinctively draped across his stomach and her head found his shoulder again, he didn’t pull away.

For a while, he just lays there, staring up at the ceiling, her even breaths filling the quiet space around them. The barrier was gone, and something in him—something unspoken—decided it didn’t need to come back.

AUTHORS NOTE: i love him. i literally LOVE him. my sweet angel boy. that’s all.

TAG LIST: @jetaimevous @sturnsblunt @riasturns @ifwdominicfike @chrissturns-wife @mattsmunch @pip4444chris @ribread03 @ariestrxsh @angelic-sturniolos111 @pvssychicken @mattslolita @stvrnzcherries @dottieboo @lovergirl4gracieabrams @bluestriips

[mattsnight]

Bsf!chris taking shy!readers virginity ! ✧₊⁺

My first language is not english!

“y’know i can help with that ache, right?” Chris mumbles against your skin, his hands trailing slow figures on your side. You’re a virgin and you’ve always hated it. It’s stupid you can’t seem to find the right guy to give your virginity to. Chris knew about your situation and tried helping you with taking you to parties to meet new people, but none of it helped. That’s why he took matters into his own hands.

“What?” You say, your face turning a light shade of pink within seconds. “You heard me,” he starts, now looking up at you. “I could…” his hand moves to your face to cup your cheek. “help you.”

A small gulp is left from your mouth as he speaks. “Like you… want to touch me?” You say under your breath. Chris smiles and nods. He was so patient with you every time you two talked about things like this. “I’ll be gentle and slow.”

You nod, sitting up to fix your posture. Chris also sits up and moves his hands to the edge of your shirt, pulling at it. “Can i take this off?” You wouldn’t say no to that. “Yes,”

He takes it off before throwing it to the floor. For a moment he takes in how beautiful you look with your red lace bra. He’s almost floating in the air. “Shitttt… may i?” He asks, pointing at it. You nod almost immediately. He chuckles, unclasping the bra. You suddenly feel a big wave of nervousness wash over you. Did you really want this right now? Was this a good idea? You push the thoughts aside as you look into Chris’ gorgeous love-filled eyes. He leaves slow kisses down your neck, to your chest before stopping. “You still comfortable?”

“Yes..” you breathe out. Chris smirks before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, tracing laps around it with his tongue. Your hand moves into his hair while the other is trying to grab something. Chris moves to your other nipple. “C-chris.. that feels really good.”

“Yeah? You lovin’ the feeling?”

“Mhhhhmm…”

After a short while he pulls back, moving in between your legs. “You ever touched yourself, hm?” He asks, knowing the answer. You blush again, feeling embarrassed. “Maybe..” you mumble. “Maybe? Give me a real answer, doll.” He will not shut up until you give him the truth. “Yes..”

That’s what he needed to hear. “Then you know how it feels right? Only this time it will be better.” His hands move to your shorts to pull them off, looking into your eyes for permission first. As you nod he doesn’t hesitate. He takes off your shorts, throwing them to the floor where your shirt is, revealing your matching red panties.

“Fuck, got the whole set on tonight..” he moves his hands the inside of your thighs, taking in the view again. Then, he pulls down your panties. You immediately try to cover yourself up as you start to feel really exposed, but chris immediately spreads your legs again. “Nah, don’t be embarrassed, ‘kay? Just gonna help you get that ache gone.”

And with that he runs a finger down your slit, surprised how wet you are. “Fuck.. you’re so gorgeous, ma.” He says, teasingly moving his finger against your entrance. A small whine escapes your lips as you start to feel more and more desperate. “Chris please…” your voice cracks, failing itself. “Please what?” He asks teasingly. “I need your fingers…” you lay your head back against your pillow. “Where do you want them?”

“Everywhere… please chris.”

That motivated Chris. He pushes one finger inside of you, feeling your tightness. His movements are slow at first, but grow faster as you keep adjusting. “You’re so tight..” chris groans, looking at how his fingers disappear inside of you. It was terrible how hard he got from this.

He adds another finger, spreading them inside of you. “Takin’ my fingers so well, baby. Keep taking deep breaths, yeah?” He says, moving his other hand around your stomach as a sign of comfort. “Feels… so good.” You moan out. Chris’ ego almost busts through the roof, but keeps calm.

His thumb moves to your clit, slowly rubbing it at first before speeding up. He keeps doing this routine for a while, making you feel extremely good. “Chris.. i- do i cum now?” You ask, unsure if you’re close, since it’s a new feeling. “Yeah, just let it all go f’me.. you’re doin’ s’good, pretty.” He praises, speeding up his movements. “Just like thaattttt.” You cum hard, your pussy clenching around his fingers. “Chris! Fuck!” Your hand moves to his, squeezing tightly. Shit, it felt so good.

Chris stops his movements, but doesn’t pull his fingers out. He watches you come down from your high. “I think i’ve never made someone cum that hard.” He chuckles, before slowly taking his fingers out of you. A wave of uncomfortableness washes over you as he pulls his fingers out. “Shit, i should’ve warned you it could hurt.” He says, rubbing your thighs.

“N-no it’s okay. Can we just… go further?” You ask, your voice full with desperation. Chris’ eyes shoot up at you. “What? You sure? It’s like.. quite a level higher.”

“Im sure, please.”

Chris nods, standing up. He takes off his shirt, then his belt and then his pants. His gaze is focused on your face, trying to see if you’re uncomfortable in any way, but there’s nothing bad, just desperation. He takes out his dick. “You ready?” He asks, only focussed on your pleasure. “Yeah, yeah- just go slow.”

He places himself at your entrance before slowly pushing it, but not too far. You wince at the stretch. Chris stops his movements, letting you adjust to the first bit. “We’re takin’ it slow.. deep breaths.”

Then, he pushes in further. He’s almost fully in as he sees tears swell in your eyes. “Hey- hey, look at me.” He says, grabbing your hand. “Does it hurt too much? We can stop.” You shake your head. “I just need.. to adjust.” You say, wiping away the tears.

As a few minutes fly by, you start to feel better. “You- you can move.” Chris nods, slowly moving his hips. “Just tell me if it’s too much, yeah?” He says, moving his hands to your waist to get a better angle. His movements start to speed up, making you moan and cry out. “Fuck”

“Takin’ me like a good girl, ma.. c’mon don’t hold back.” His balls are now slapping against your ass with each thrust. “Chris- chris- chris.. i’m gonna cum.” You warn as that familiar feeling comes closer. “Yeah? Cum for me.”

With that, you cum hard all over him again. Once again feeling that incredible feeling. “Ugnnhh…” you manage to get out. Chris’ head falls back as he also lets go. “Shit.. oh fuck”

“That was so fucking good.”

///

[gracieabrmslvr]

INTRODUCING…… videos

influencer!reader takes of talkingstage!chris

psa! this idea comes from @kiemui, so pls check out her blog and all prompts to her!

01. ↳ ❝ [clingy ass] ¡! ❞ - video length : 6 seconds

you placed your camera on the vanity in your room, doing your skin care. in the back of the video chris stares at you with a needy look on his face, knowing what he was gonna to do, you press record trying to hide the camera from him. “ maaaaaa hurry the fuck upp” he whines getting up to stand behind you as you begin to laugh , the camera begins to shake before it ends with a screech from chris “ DUDEEEE” and a hand covering the lens.

02. ↳ ❝ [ #needthat ] ¡! ❞ - video length : 10 seconds

chris recently gotten his license which for you meant you got to be passenger princess. the camera was held at his chest as your giggles were heard from behind the camera. suddenly your manicured hands started to graze his chest in a flirtatious manner, “ sexy ass” you mumble laughing. you smirked tilting the camera to his face. an evident smirk was placed on his face as you continued your manner, now flipped the camera towards you, “ pull over” you wink suggesting as chris eyes widen, the both of you burst into laughter. the video ends with chris pretending to pull over as you scream

03. ↳ ❝ [ 😑] ¡! ❞ - video length : 13 seconds

you were shakily placing you phone on the bathroom counter, fixing your lip liner in the camera mirror. already in the bathroom with you, chris wraps his arms around you, holding your waist as he puts his face in your neck leaving slight kisses along your jawline. you smile to look at him turning back to the camera to fix your hair. chris being the boy he is, smirks at your figure as he chuckles thinking of something very inappropriate. he removes his hands from around you, placing them on your hips as he thrusting his hips into you suggesting a sex postition. your eyes widen as you pull away from him grabbing you phone to glare at the immature boy, slapping his chest. you could hear a faint laugh from chris near the end of the video

04. ↳ ❝ [ he’s alright ig] ¡! ❞ - video length : 9 seconds

“ chris! act cute!” your irritated voice could be heard in the beginning of the video. the front camera were placed on you and chris with the scenery of the beach sunset in the back. chris could be seen making silly faces at the camera when all your wanted was one smiling photo. “ chilllll baby” chris laughs turning to the sunset before to you, looking at the pout that was placed on your face. the wind has seemed to mess up a bit of you hair and before you could reach to tuck it back, chris did it for you. smiling as he cupped your check, “ you’re pretty” he mumbled as the video ended with a harsh kiss on the lips.

05. ↳ ❝ [ suspect ] ¡! ❞ - video length : 25 seconds

you and chris wanted to both do the suspects challenge on each other. you also made chris promise he won’t be mean but you were too sure he wasn’t going to keep that promise. you wanted to start off and you started off simple, running along the grass in your backyard “ suspect was too shy to make the first move” you spit out laughing as he glares at you stopping his running, snatching the phone. you begin to laugh already, “ suspect gets upset when other girls talk to me” you stop your running, glaring at him snatching your phone back with a mumble “ okay let’s play that game”. chris just laughs as it is his turn, “ suspect calls me baby, hangs out with me everyday, been talking for months and STILL won’t ask me to be his girlfriend” chris stops in his tracks pouting as you begin to laugh. ofc you knew about chris’s commitment issues but it was just fun to joke about it. “babyyy” chris suddenly latches onto you, whining as he sticks his head in your neck as you flip the camera laughing , ending the video.

[m00nl1ghts1vt]

♡‧₊˚ Sweetheart!Reader x Babydaddy!Chris - Gender Reveal ˚₊‧♡

Gender Predictions

The sound of intermixing conversations flowed around the room, family and friends filled each seat at the dining table, all mingling as they finished the last of their dinner. Mary Lou and Jim were too excited for their first grandbaby’s arrival, so they jumped at the chance to host your gender reveal at their house, making sure to have everything put together for the special moment. Of course, they wanted to be surprised with the gender of your baby just like everyone else, so they left the cake decorating up to a local bakery. It was a small group that attended your reveal, less than fifteen people. 

Keeping your pregnancy a secret from the world had been hard the last few months, but you didn’t want your child around any negativity. The internet was a crazy place and neither of you wanted your child to fall victim to that. Since you and Chris were keeping things private, you two agreed to only tell the people you weren’t able to hide it from. 

After everyone finishes their dinner, some leave their plates half finished due to the anticipation boiling in their guts much like it did yours and Chris’. You smooth a hand over your bump, looking to your left to see your mom with a kool aid like smile stretched across her face, “excited, sweetie?” You give her a small, toothless smile, “nervous,” you tell her. You hadn’t been able to shake the feeling all week. Knowing you were about to find out the gender of your baby had your mind spinning and your brain thumping. Your uneasy comment gains Chris’s attention, he looks over at you and places a hand on your thigh, making you turn towards him, “don’t be,” he reassures you once your eyes meet his. 

“If everyone would quiet down, Y/n and Chris are ready to cut their cake,” Mary Lou announces to the party guests. The room falls silent as you and Chris stand at the head of the table, a white heart shaped cake was placed in front of you, the white icing piped the words “It’s a ….” in cursive across the top of it. Each family member and friend watched, smiles and looks of anticipation plastered on their faces, a few with phones in their hands ready to capture the special moment. Butterflies dance around in your stomach and your heart hammers in your chest as Chris hands you a matching wine glass, “ready, baby?”

Your mind runs wild, not letting you push out a reply, instead you press your lips together and nod your head at him. Chris gives you a reassuring smile, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand, your fingers being intertwined the whole time. “Okay, you guys count us down,” he tells the room full of people. The two of you line your glasses side by side along the edge of the cake, looking the opposite way as the both of you press down, cutting thru each layer of classic white cake and mystery icing. Once you can’t push the wine glass down anymore, indicating you were thru all the layers of the beautifully decorated cake, the room starts to count down, “three… two… one!”

You and Chris spin around in unison, both of you lifting your long-stemmed wine glasses at the same to reveal a white and blue striped pattern. You slap a hand over your mouth out of pure shock as everyone seated around the table cheers along with Chris, “I fucking knew it, I'm having a son!” he shouts out, happiness and excitement laced thru his voice as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a bear hug. Chris squeezes you tight, gently swaying on his feet, rocking the both of you side to side in the process. “A boy!” he exclaims once again before pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead and placing a hand on your growing bump. You couldn’t help but let a bright smile make its way across your lips, “a boy,” you repeat. Your brain runs rampant at the thought of having a mini Chris running around. If your son was anything like his dad, you knew your heart would melt the day you finally met him, much like it did when you met Chris for the first time. Each day made your pregnancy less surreal for you, your gender reveal being one of the most memorable. You were surrounded by so much love and there was no doubt that once your son was here everything would be complete. He would always feel the same love you felt that day, he’d always be surrounded by people who would do anything for him. Knowing your baby would be taken care of and loved in the place of your absence made tears brim your eyes. You weren’t sure if it was the pregnancy hormones or if you felt that deeply about the people who attended and put your gender reveal together. One thing you could confirm, though - this was the day of your pregnancy by far.

Wc - 851

An - I made this as blurb because I have a fic for them coming soon! Sorry for everyone who wanted a girl 🫣 I feel like every dad!Matt or dad!Chris fic I read, they have daughters. Nothing wrong with that, I love and find so much inspo from other writers babydaddy fics. I just wanted a bit of a change! Don't worry, Mary Lou will get her granddaughter one day 🥹🫶🏻 Anyways, I hope everyone likes it! (sorry I just love this divider sm. I can't stop using it lol)

Babydaddy!Chris Masterlist

Masterlist of all of my works

Ask me questions or give me suggestions about babydaddy!Chris & sweetheart!Reader!

🏷️ - @lvrsturniolo @ribread03 @unknvhx @m11rx @loveparqdise @sweetshuga @emely9274 @frickin-bats @katie-tibo @leila-marie4 @delusional-4-fake-people @shadowthesim @immy08 @trevorsgodmother @watercolorskyy @thepubeburgler @courta13 (went back thru all my works and readded a few tags, sorry tumblr wasn't letting me tag half of my taglist for some reason??)

© All Rights Reserved to m00nl1ghts1vt. Please do not copy my work.

Photo edits and dividers are mine. Feel free to use.

[mattslolita]

now this might be a ...little much BUTTT drummer chris spanking sweetheart reader with his sticks?????????????????

( i can't tell if u meant this sexually or not but I am in a fluff mood i fear )

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

the only thing you could focus on was your chem homework ─── but chris didn't like it.

he had been at his band practice again, which had run late. his original plan was to come to your dorm room and spend the remainder of the day with you, but his wishes ceased to exist when he found you sprawled out across your bed, engrossed in your studies.

chris tried every possible way to distract you, but you wouldn't judge, which he knew ─── but he was stubborn. he wouldn't give up so easily.

you were laying on your stomach, humming a random song under your breath as you head bopped up and down. chris's ears perk up when he hears you, beginning to hum quietly under his own breath.

the soft plush of your ass causes him to grin as an idea suddenly plagues his mind ─── he reaches off to the side of the bed where his drumsticks rest idly, holding them in his hand. chris grins and licks his lips as his eyes rest on the mound of your backside.

a small gasp leaves your lips when chris's drumsticks come down to land on your ass softly, in tune with the song you hummed.

"chri- what are you doin'?" you ask, eyes widening as you turn to face him incredously.

"what?" he mocks, grinning as he bops his head up and down, playing the rhythm of paradise city on your ass.

you can't help the giggle that leaves your lips as you continue bopping your head, singing the words under your breath. "take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty..."

"oh won't you please take me home?" chris sings along with you, hitting the drums a little harder on your ass.

"okay, too hard!" you warn him, moving your butt to the side causing it to jiggle.

"that's what she said."

chris's eyes follow the movement with a hungry glint in his eyes, causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head as you look back down at your homework. "you little perv..."

[blushsturns]

shower sex ❤︎

title: shower sex ♡

paring: chris sturniolo/shy fem! reader

warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, spanking, daddy kink, choking, handjob, fingering, pet names (baby, sweetheart, ma, etc), dirty talk.

chris announced he was going to jump into the shower quickly before your date that was planned for the night. you told him you were going to finish the chapter of the current book you were reading that you couldn't put down because it was really good. he pressed a kiss to your temple before heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. once you heard the sound of the shower being turned on, you couldn't seem to concentrate on the book in front of you. with a soft sigh, you place the bookmark in the page of the book along with your reading glasses and set them down on the nightstand next to you by the bed.

all your brain seemed to be consumed of was chris in the shower. his body wet and lathered with soap, his head tilted back to let the stream wash away the shampoo out of his hair which was the same look he gave when you were going down on him and he couldn't help but toss his head back against the pillows. you felt your stomach twinge with excitement, and you bit onto your bottom lip. your brain only filled with images of chris and how unbelievably perfect he was.

he was so good to you and was extra patient with you because you tended to be shyer than most. he brought you out of your shell, but sometimes new territory or people can make you a little nervous.

suddenly you had an idea. it wasn't like you to surprise chris like this, but you just couldn't sit here and imagine chris in the shower without needing and wanting to do something about it.

you immediately got up from the bed and stripped away your clothing. your heartbeat rapidly in your chest with excitement and a bit of nervousness. you didn't know why. it's not like this was the first time chris has seen you naked. you've had sex before. he loved your body; worshipped it fully. it made you feel so special and sexy especially when he couldn't take his eyes, or hands, off you. he's kissed you, touched you, tasted you, and made you feel like you were on cloud 9 at all times. you were his special lady, and he cherished you with everything in him.

with one final breath, your hand fell onto the doorknob to open the door which was already left open just a bit, in case you needed to use it. he must've not heard you yet because the only sounds that were coming from the bathroom were the faint sounds of his moans. your eyes widened in surprise and immediately fell to the frosted silhouette in front of you; the outline of his soaking wet body and his hand was wrapped around his cock and pumping furiously. you opened your mouth in surprise and gasped quietly, deciding on your next move.

should you walk out and give him privacy? or should you join and give him a helping hand? while you were pondering this thought, you hear chris begin to moan your name which immediately helped you with your decision. you were definitely giving this man a helping hand.

you slowly made your way over to the sliding door and opened it, now physically seeing what your boyfriend was up to. he didn't notice you at first, his eyes closed, his head tilted back against the shower wall as the stream of water hit his body and his hand working wonders against his aching cock. it almost took your breath away how beautiful and mesmerizing he truly was. you felt your core immediately throb at the sight and all you could do was stand there for a moment and bite your bottom lip to keep yourself silent.

a faint noise must've left your lips because once his eyes opened, they immediately landed on yours and his lips curved into a huge grin. chris didn't seem surprised or ashamed to see you considering he had just moaned your name without a care in the world. his eyes scanned up and down your naked body, admiring you fully which only caused your cheeks to flush a deep pink shade. he kept his hand wrapped around his aching hard cock but had slowed the pace down. "baby? what are you-"

before he could even ask why you were there, you immediately felt the courage build up inside of you, a sly smirk appearing onto your lips before you began to ask, "would you like some help with that?" your eyes narrowed down to his hand around his length before staring up into his blue eyes.

he nodded his head fully, his grin now transforming into a wicked smirk, reaching his free hand out to grab yours to help you into the shower with him. "please." was all he said before you felt the hot stream of water against your body and your back now being pressed up against the cold shower wall which caused a soft gasp to emit from your lips. your wet, bare chests were pressed up against one another's, his hardened cock pressing up against your thigh which caused a soft whimper to leave your lips.

to know he was touching himself in here to the thought of you only caused your pussy to continue to throb and begin to glisten with your own arousal. it didn't take much to get turned on by chris; he knew exactly what to do and what you needed at all times. he lifted your chin up with his index and middle finger, so your eyes lock together in an intense gaze. you didn't know what to say other than you were needy and wanted him so badly. but if he didn't know that by now, he was sure to find out. you moved your arms to wrap them around his neck, pressing your breasts up against his chest. the shower stream hit your back which felt nice, but not as nice as the way chris makes you feel. "i heard you moan my name." you managed to say, your eyes scanning down to stare at his lips before averting back to his beautiful blue eyes.

"couldn't help myself, ma. seeing you reading that book of yours with your glasses on and your shorts and tank top? damn. i want you all the time even when you're unaware of it." his words made your heart skip a beat and your pussy throb even more. his hands moved to place against your hips and gave them a tight squeeze, your bodies completely pushed up against one another. before even allowing you to reply, his lips crashed down onto yours hungrily and passionately.

when chris kisses you, it's like you melt into him and nothing around you exists or matters; just chris and his lips against yours and body pressed against yours. his tongue grazes against your bottom lip before tugging it with his teeth which causes a low whine to roll from your lips. you can feel his cock twitching against your thigh in excitement which causes your mouth to open slightly to allow chris' tongue to enter. your tongues collide in a battle for dominance as his tongue rolls against yours. you can feel yourself getting even more soaked by the second. the kiss is messy, filled with mixed saliva, heavy breathing, and lustful sounds, but it's chris and your lips are his favorite.

any bit of nervousness that you had is now gone. chris makes you feel so confident no matter what the situation is, but especially during sex. he helps you with your insecurities and makes you feel like the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes on. 

you use this opportunity to take the lead and bring your hand down in between your bodies and wrap your smaller hand around his aching hard cock. you gasp in surprise when you notice his leaking tip, your thumb running across it teasingly. chris immediately responds to your motions and juts his hips forward into your hand, already desperate for you to touch him.

you give his hardened cock a squeeze, your thumb circling over his tip to smear the leaking pre-cum around it. "fuck.." he panted out as he tilted his head slightly back against his shoulder, his head now falling underneath the spray of the shower stream. "feels s'good, ma." he breathed out. his breathing became slightly labored just from kissing you, your bodies pressed up together, and your hand began to pump his throbbing cock, feeling it twitch in your hands. "need to be deep inside of you, ma. please, baby?" 

he was asking you so politely, almost pleading. how could you say no? you felt yourself dripping at this point, getting needier by the second. chris was needy too and you fucking loved this side of him. knowing that he was needy for you and only you turned you on even more. you used your free hand to grab onto his wrist and moved it down between your bodies to your center. "touch me first, daddy." you breathed out. "see if i'm ready for you." 

he pushed his body slightly into yours even more if that were possible considering you two were already so close. your breasts fell upon his chest, your leg now wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. the shower stream hit his backside as he took the lead and began to run his middle finger up and down your soaking, glistening folds which caused a soft, surprised gasp to fall from your lips. "so fuckin' wet f'me, ma." he panted, his lips now brushing over your pulse point to your ear, blowing hot air against it before flicking his tongue along your earlobe. "is this all for me? this pussy all mine?" he slowly slid his middle finger inside of your tight entrance and immediately let out a groan as your tight walls surround his singular finger. "fuck, sweetheart." he breathed out against your ear. "my pussy. all mine."

you let out a string of moans, his words only causing your pussy to throb even more. you loved when he was dominant and showed a healthy possession for you. he began to pump his middle finger in and out of your tight heat repeatedly, going deeper with each thrust. your hand was still wrapped around his cock and pumping him perfectly, your thumb running across the tip each time your hand moved up his shaft. you both were touching each other at the same time, and it was one of the most intimate things that may have ever happened to you, besides having sex with him of course. 

hls lips moved to your jawline and down to your neck, peppering soft kisses against your skin. his lips part and suctions against your flesh, leaving bruises that only the two of you will have the story behind. soft gasps and moans escape your lips, your head titling against the shower wall and your eyes fluttering closed. your hand continues to stroke his cock at a steady pace and occasionally squeezing it firmly which only causes chris' body to jerk forward towards you. he slowly moves his ring finger inside of your tight pussy to join his middle finger and tilting his wrist to slide his fingers even deeper inside of you. "f-fuck chris." you panted out heavily followed by a loud moan at the sudden fullness of his fingers deep inside of you. your tummy twinged with butterflies and fire coursed throughout your veins from the intensity and anticipation.

he rolled his tongue along your collarbone before planting kisses against your wet skin and moved his lips back up to your neck before landing on your lips once again, your lips pressing together in an intense, messy kiss. he sucked onto your bottom lip and tugged it back which caused you let out a louder whine. his fingers slid in and out of you at the perfect angle to reach your g-spot dead on, his thumb now circling your clit at the same time. your legs felt like jello against the shower floor and sure you'd love to be in a bed, but this was also fucking ecstasy at its finest. your lips pressed together messily; both of your moans being muffled against the kiss. "fuck, ma i can't take it. need to be inside you now."

with one swift movement his fingers were being pulled from inside of you, causing you to let out a loud whine, throwing your head back against the shower wall as you opened up your eyes to look at him with pleading eyes. "baby.." you whined. "need you." the loss of contact from the fullness of his fingers was too much. your tight walls pulsated around the emptiness; your heart was beating rapidly in your chest from the anticipation built up inside of you.

before you could say anything else, which would've been you practically begging him, chris turned your around swiftly so your ass was faced to him with your breasts and chest now pressed up against the shower wall. you let out a soft gasp at the sudden movement as chris immediately grabbed your ass cheek in his hand before raising his hand up and bringing it down to smack it against your skin, causing your body to jolt and a moan to escape your lips. fuck, you loved when he was rough with you. he knew what he wanted and didn't fuck around.

he kneaded your ass cheeks in the palms of his hands before spreading them apart and taking ahold of his own aching hard cock and rubbing the tip against your glistening wet folds. you leaned your body back into him, whining softly at the sensation. "please, daddy." you began to beg, although you knew you would get your way eventually. chris was way too needy in this moment for you to think otherwise. sometimes he liked to tease and mess around before getting into it, but chris seemed like he had the same mindset as you. he needed you, badly.

without hesitation, he slipped his cock inside of you inch by inch until he was buried deep inside of you. you immediately placed both hands in front of you against the shower wall to hold yourself up. the shower stream hit both of your bodies perfectly; your bodies were soaked and now intertwined as one as he fills every inch of his cock inside of you. you instantly let out a string of moans with your head thrown back onto your shoulder. fire immediately coursed through your veins and your pussy walls clenched around the thickness of his cock as he began to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace. you had to adjust to his size every time even if you've done this before. he was incredibly thick, but you knew how to take it well.

"fuck, ma. this pussy was made f'me wasn't it?" he spat out his words with groans escaping his lips. he placed his hand on your lower back and pressed down to arch your back downwards so he could slide in even deeper inside of you. he moved both of his hands now onto your hips and gripped them tightly; his fingers digging into your flesh as he continued to steadily thrust his hips into you, his cock sliding in and out of you harshly. his moans were only turning you on more and all you could do was push your hips back into his and try and hold yourself up. 

your pussy was made for him. it swallowed his cock perfectly with each and every thrust. you spread your legs wider so he could slide even deeper inside of you. with every thrust, his cock began to hit your g-spot repeatedly which caused your body to jolt backwards and your head to lean against your chest. he leaned slightly forward to attach his lips onto yours in a messy, hungry kiss, his hand now moving over to wrap around your neck to hold your face close to his. your body was running with currents of electricity and all you could do was let out constant string of moans, unable to even speak coherently at this point. 

he fucking loved it. he loved knowing how he can fuck you so good you're dumbed out and can hardly think or speak. the sound of your skin slapping together echoed throughout the bathroom as the shower stream hit both of your bodies. he had a grip on your waist with his other hand as he continued to fuck into you relentlessly. you let out uncontrollable moans as slid out of you only to thrust back into you harder. you can tell his thrusts were getting sloppier and he was getting closer to his orgasm.

"that's it, ma. takin' it like such a good girl." he said between the kiss as he tugged onto your bottom lip with his teeth. he gripped your neck tightly to keep your head in place, low grunts coming from his throat. he moved his hand down from your waist to in front of your body down to your swollen, soaking wet clit and began to rub it skillfully in time with the thrusts of his hips. he kept your body in place against him with his arm wrapped around you, rubbing your clit at a fast pace. you immediately let out a loud moan against the kiss and pulling away from the kiss to catch your labored breathing, your head resting into the crook of his neck.

you didn't care to hold yourself up against the shower wall anymore at this point. chris held you against his body completely and you knew you wouldn't fall. you moved your arm around the back of his head to grip onto his hair and tugged onto it roughly, peppering messy kisses against the crook of his neck. "so fuckin' big, daddy." you moaned against his skin. your body shook against him as you pressed into his hand that was rubbing your clit, feeling the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot dead on. you were getting dangerously close to your orgasm, you could feel it and you knew he was too. his cock pulsated around your pussy walls as you clenched around him.

"fuck-ah. gonna cum, ma." he grunted out, pulling away from your lips only to place his chin on your shoulder so he can look over at his own hand that was rubbing your swollen clit. you could feel your legs shaking as the fire coursed through your veins. your heart beating rapidly in your chest, loud whines leaving your lips. "gonna cum inside of this tight little pussy, baby. fill you up with my cum until it's seeping out of you. can i?"

you nodded your head eagerly, soft moans falling from your lips as you lean your head against his shoulder, rutting your hips against him to get friction against your clit while also allowing him to continue to repeatedly slam into your tight heat. "y-yes" you stuttered on your words. "please. need it." was all you could manage to let out.

chris thrusted into you a couple more times, hitting your sweet spot harshly before he was coming undone. he let out loud throaty groans as his hips stilled, releasing his thick heavy load deep inside of you and painting your walls white. "fuuuuck, baby." he groaned out, his head still leaning on your shoulder as he thrust his hips into you one more time to get every ounce of himself filled into you completely. he filled you to the brim and it's safe to say you were a slut for it. "fuck, taking my cum in that sweet pussy s'good, ma." his words were slightly slurred from the exhilaration buzzing in his body, still coming off the high of his intense orgasm. his hand continued to rub your bundle of nerves relentlessly to get you to the edge, his cock still pressed up against your g-spot.  "now need you to cum f'me. cum on this cock, sweetheart."

that's all it took for you to let go. your legs shook, your stomach tightened, shutting your eyes closed with your head on his shoulder as you come undone. your pussy pulsated and clenched around his thick cock as you came around him, swallowing him fully as you rock out your orgasm. your body shook in pleasure, your legs trembling and heart hammering in your chest. your brain was fuzzy and cloudy and all you could think about was chris and how he just destroyed you in the best possible way.

you tried to catch your labored breathing as you collapsed your body back against his body that also went limp. a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your lips. he lifted your body up straight and turned you around so your chests were pressed together. you were still trying to get over your intense orgasm haze, your legs feeling like jello as your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer to your body. "i love you, chris." you muttered against his lips, voice barely over a whisper. chris chuckled quietly, returning a gentle kiss to your lips, "i love you. now, let's get you cleaned up and get you to bed, alright? you're wobblin' like a baby deer." 

you couldn't help but roll your eyes a little at his comment. so typical of him to say something like that in a setting like this. chris gently cleaned you up, taking his time and being as careful as he possibly could be before helping you out of the shower to dry off and get dressed.

needless to say, after this, you couldn't imagine ever letting him shower alone ever again.

i will try and write more as the ideas flow in my brain, but please if you have any requests for me, don't hesitate to send some in my inbox! :)

-nessa ღ

[hjvi]

I want to take a moment to express my heartfelt apologies for not properly crediting @bernardsbendystraws sooner for being the incredible inspiration behind my recent fanfiction, Unwritten But Always You. As I reflect on how deeply her work has influenced my writing, I feel an overwhelming sense of guilt for not acknowledging her earlier. Her series, The Comfort Zone, has had a profound impact on me—both in terms of inspiration and in shaping the way I approach storytelling. The emotional depth, vulnerability, and care that she pours into each chapter are nothing short of remarkable, and it has pushed me to be more thoughtful and intentional with my own writing. Her characters are so beautifully complex and relatable, and her ability to craft scenes that balance humor, heartbreak, and everything in between is something I truly admire. The Comfort Zone has left an indelible mark on me, and I can’t help but see echoes of her brilliance in my own work. I feel so grateful for the stories she’s shared, and I know that I wouldn’t have written Unwritten But Always You without her influence. From now on, I will make sure to properly credit her as my inspiration with every new chapter I post. Thank you, @bernardsbendystraws, for being such an amazing source of creativity and passion. Your writing continues to inspire me every day, and I’m honored to have been touched by it.

[beridollie]

frat boy chris is soooo back

[mattsapplejuice]

this turned me ONNN…my turn next matt?

[m11rx]

favorite part of the day

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬

your eyes rolled back briefly as you tipped over the edge, yet again. lewd sounds of slurping filled your ears, adding to the intensity. your jaw was slack and eyes closed tightly, body thrashing in a futile attempt to get away, but he was too strong. "chris, oh fu—ck, chris—" you sobbed, your hands pulling and pushing his head at the same time. he responded with a particularly hard suckle on your swollen clit, making you cry out in pleasure—pain.

chris’ mouth was relentless, working you rapidly to another orgasm and you were too weak to stop it. chris knew he would stop any moment if you used your safe word, but did you? you didn’t even utter a word about it, not wanting him to stop. the overstimulation took over you, clouding your senses, and you didn’t even notice chris’ hand snaking its way inside and up your t-shirt.

the moment his fingers found your nipple and tweaked it roughly – you found your release. now full on sobbing as chris kitten licked your throbbing clit, drawing out your high a little too much for your liking. "s-stop, chris—too much," you mewled, letting out a shaky whine when he finally relented—pulling away from your sopping pussy.

"c’mon, ma, gimme one more, yeah?" he cooed, already kissing and nipping at your folds. he had said this exact sentence ever since your first orgasm, but now you’ve lost count of how many times you felt that euphoric sensation – to the point of pain. despite the obvious discomfort from the overstimulation, you found yourself nodding—giving him permission. he grinned against your pussy as he licked a long stripe up your slit, ready to devour you once more.

୨୧

𝐰𝐜. 𝟐𝟖𝟒

[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞!]

© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚