#chris sturniolo blurb

[sturnlsstuff]

PANCAKES | chris sturniolo

in which you made your boyfriend pancakes, later finding out he doesn't like them.

fluff, no warnings, based on this request !!

you've never felt more stupid in your life than when you found out from the new triplets' Q&A video, that Chris doesn't like pancakes. which was ridiculous, you made him chocolate chip pancakes three weeks ago while visiting him and he didn't say a word.

you just found out about it while watching their video on your flight to los angeles for your second visit. wondering how you didn't notice it, but how were you supposed to, when he ate the pancakes with a smile on his face and gave you a kiss on the forehead, telling you how yummy it was? but you still felt bad, you've been in a long distance relationship with chris for almost two months now, thinking that you already knew him better than that, but clearly not.

having spent the entire day at the triplets' place with chris, it was finally evening and you both got hungry. you were now in the kitchen wondering what you wanted to eat, when you decided to see if he would lie to you again.

"i can make the chocolate chip pancakes if you want... y'know the ones i made the last time i visited you," you say, leaning against the counter and watching him closely, seeing how he pauses for a second, but then turns to you with a smile on his face. now you knew it was a fake smile.

"sounds so good, ma, but maybe we could eat some pizza?" he swallows, trying to sound casual and turns back to you, clearly avoiding your gaze and he grabs a can of pepsi from the fridge. "s'late anyway, maybe you could do the pancakes tomorrow morning, hm?"

narrowing your eyes, this time you can clearly see that he doesn't like these fucking pancakes. makes you wonder how you could be so stupid, not to notice what your own boyfriend likes or dislikes.

"i kinda feel like eating pancakes though," you say only to see if he's gonna finally say the truth or not. chris looks back at you, the wheels in his head racing, trying to think of any reason not to make these pancakes. he felt bad really, but he just loved you so much, he was ready to eat something he doesn't like again so as not to make you upset.

"a'ight, fine." he nods, taking a sip of his soda before putting it down and already starting to look for ingredients. "whatever y'want, baby."

the little smile he gave you, the way he was ready to actually do it, makes your heart race. it was a little thing, but the fact he'd actually force himself to eat something he dislikes and not say a thing, was making you feel bad for him and at the same time love him even more.

"chris." you say bluntly, walking closer and taking the bowl from his hands onto the counter, causing his attention come back to you. "why are you doing this?"

"what?" a frown appears between his eyebrows as he looks down at you, his blue eyes intense, "'cause we're hungry? and you wan' pancakes—"

"no, not that." you sigh and confront him, "i mean, you don't even like pancakes, so why do you wanna make them with me anyway?"

"huh?" he immediately starts denying it, "that's not... what are ya talkin' about--?"

"i watched the new video." you confess, seeing how his expressions changes from confusion to understanding and then guilt. seeing him want to interrupt, you shake your head and continue, "why didn't you tell me that you don't like pancakes? i made them for you and you just ate them, not saying a simple word—"

"it's not..."

"...you could just tell me, i would make something else! it was enough to say that you're not a big fan of them and it's fine, i would immediately..." chris tries to cut off your yap, but you just keep going, "... and then i'm looking on tiktok, realizing even your own fans know, but not me when i'm supposed to be your girlfriend, which means i don't know you at all, which means i'm a terrible girlfriend and i feel stupid and i'm awful and—"

the feeling of his hands cupping your cheeks and his lips pressing against yours, shut you up. you hum in response as he kisses you, your hands fall to either side of your body. a few seconds later he pulls away slightly, looking into your eyes and raising his eyebrows, "you done?"

you just pout, still feeling awful, while chris continues cupping your cheeks. "call y'self a bad girlfriend again and i'll fight you," he says sarcastically, but then adds more seriously, "s'just pancakes. and yours were really fuckin' delish, so stop callin' y'self awful."

"but you don't like pancakes..."

"yeah, i don't, but..."

"so why didn't you just tell me?!"

chris sighs, now feeling guilty that you found out the way you did, causing you to feel bad of yourself. "what, was i supposed to break your heart and not eat the food y'made f'me, when you were so excited?"

"chris, i'm a big girl, i would survive it." you roll your eyes, "i wouldn't wanna force you to eat something you don't like. especially lying to me that it was good—"

"hey." he cuts you off, "relax. i didn't lie, it was in fact really yummy."

giving him a glare, you mutter, "now you're just saying that to make me feel better..."

"no." he shakes his head, "m'sayin' that 'cause it's true. i don't like pancakes, but you did a great job. end of story."

he steps back, while you keep pouting. you wanted to believe him, but he probably wouldn't even tell you if the pancakes were awful, so as not to upset you.

chris sees that you're still unsure, so he speaks up again, before taking a sip of his pepsi, "listen, baby, i'd tell ya, yeah? at some point... but that was your first visit here, you took time to make me breakfast 'n you were so happy. that's why i couldn't spit it out." he glares at you, "but i mean it when i say it was good. if i had to eat it again, i'd chose you to make 'em."

your face finally lights up with a little smile, which causes chris to grin as well, "there she is..."

"next time i wanna know from you if you don't like something. not from the internet. got it?" trying to look scary, you point your finger at him, but it only causes chris to chuckle.

"yes, ma'am."

"now gimme some eggs, i'll make waffles..." then you pause, giving him a suspicious stare, "you do like waffles?"

"yes. oh god, yes i do." his eyes sparkle when he opens the fridge and starts giving you the ingredients you need. "if y'make me some waffles, i'll actually take you out on a date tomorrow."

"perfect."

@certifiedstarrr @chrislovespepsi @le4hsblog @sturnsxbitvh @sweetlikesug4rvenom @xaristhings @mattsfavbitchhh @lvrsturniolo @r0s3luvr @madisonsturnioloss @chrispillowprincess

[mattslolita]

bambi needs to cum, but chris said no. so she looks at him with her glassy eyes and he has to say yes 🤭

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"p-please..."

a low growl escapes chris's lips as he looks up at you, his thrusts relentless as your nails dig into his back, legs wrapped around his torso as broken moans and whiny pleas fall past your lips.

"w-wanna cum, baby," you beg, your eyes glassy and wide as you stare up at him, lust clouding your expression, "please, can i cum?"

and fuck, how could he say no to those eyes? the way your gummy walls squeeze his cock as his eyes rolling into the back of his head, before he opens them again and lazily smirks down at you.

"been such a good girl f'me, yeah?" chris drawls, his hand going down to rub circles on your clit, "g'head an' cum pretty, look at me."

that was all the confirmation you needed as chris gripped your chin, tilting your head upward to face him; a loud, pornographic moan of his name falls from your lips as your velvety walls flutter around him, your arousal spilling out of you, creating a creamy ring around his mushroom tip. a possessive look clouds chris's eyes as he stares down at you in awe.

"so fuckin' good, such a good girl. my good girl."

[sweetshuga]

Love Note ✧ CS

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

Your school had a secret admirer day on Valentine’s, and what you received was far from a love letter.

Warnings! Suggestive remarks!, strong language!, mentions of masturbation, etc.

Word count. 1.9k (1927)

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

Valentine’s day is the day for love—is what some people would say, but is it?

𓆩♡𓆪

You were locking your locker, ready to leave when a few girls approached you, smiling and giggling to themselves. "Happy Valentine’s day! You got a secret admirer," they shoved a black envelope into your hands, leaving you puzzled as they sashayed away, still giggling.

"What was that," you murmured, looking down at the envelope in your hands that was marked with a small capital "C" at the bottom. With bated breath, you opened the envelope, slowly taking out the two page letter.

You looked around, somehow thinking the sender was somewhere in the crowded hallway—which he was, but you didn’t notice him. After all, he was chatting with his friends as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on, as if it was just another day at school.

You looked back down at the papers in your hands, confusion slowly creeping over your features as you read the letter. The first page was just your typical love letter; loads of I like you’s and compliments. A soft flush adorned your cheeks as you kept on reading, but the moment you finished the first letter and read the second, your eyes widened.

A hitch in your breath as you looked up from the letter, searching the still-crowded hallway before your gaze fell back down to the letter in your hands. The second letter was a stark contrast to the sweet cheesy love letter from the first one; it was a detailed description of the sender’s fantasy – a sexual fantasy.

"What the fuck is that?" Your best friend that had been beside you the whole time said with raised eyebrows, obviously as taken aback as you. You shrugged, shoving the letters in your backpack as you took a deep breath, "dunno... a love letter I guess?" chuckling as you slung your backpack over your shoulder. Your friend laughed, taking her own bag from her locker.

You didn’t notice the gaze lingering on you as you walked to the school exit. The brunette boy bit the side of his bottom lip nervously as he watched you until you were out of sight before moving his gaze back to his friends, pretending to be engaged in their conversation, but his mind was elsewhere.

The moment you got inside your room and closed the door, a sigh escaped your lips. "God— I missed you, my bed," you murmured to yourself as you plopped on your bed, completely drained out. A few deep breaths was all it took for you to remember the letters you received earlier today, your heart starting to beat a tad bit faster.

A hint of curiosity lighting up your eyes as you sit up, reaching for your backpack. The letters were still inside your backpack, crumpled up from you shoving them inside without thinking it through. Sighing as you tried to straighten the creases, and the moment you started to read the second letter, an undeniable heat flooded through you.

You didn’t understand why you felt so horny now even though you weren’t this affected at school. Your breathing grew shallower, and the ache in your panties a little too much to handle. Groaning in annoyance at the sudden change in your body, you stood up to lock your bedroom door just in case.

When you got comfortable on your bed, your hand snaked down your body–to the waistband of your shorts, and inside it. Your breath hitched when you slid your hand further down, fingers snaking into your panties, feeling your growing arousal as you bite your lips to muffle your sounds.

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You panted softly after your second orgasm, your mind briefly fogged and a fluttering feeling settled in your chest as you realized that you had just gotten off to someone’s fantasy about you, not once but twice at that. "What am i doing—" the sound of your phone ringing jolted you out of your post-orgasm regrets.

"Hello?" The sound of someone’s heavy breathing caught you off guard, "who are you?" taking your phone away from your ear to look at the caller—only to find out it was unknown. You put your phone back against your ear and just as you were about to speak, you heard the soft whimpers of a man—rendering you speechless.

After a few seconds, you finally spoke, your voice laced with a hint of concern, but mostly confusion. "Hey, are you alright? What’s going on? Who is this?" only to be replied with a low moan, "fuck— cumming, m’gonna—ohh fuuuck." The line beeped, leaving you speechless, yet again, and bewildered to top it off.

Did you just hear a guy jacking off and climaxing?

The next day rolled around, and as per usual, you sat with your best friend in the farthest seat in the back of the class. Laughing and talking about random things until your mind pinged, and you suddenly remembered the call from yesterday. You immediately told your friend about it; leaning in and hushing your voice as you glanced around to see if anyone heard what you said.

You pulled back to gauge your friend’s reaction—only to be met by her slack jaw and widened saucer–like eyes. "What!?" She yelled, causing a few of your classmates to look back, "Jesus, can you keep quiet for one goddamn second? I know, it’s crazy isn’t it?"

Your friend looked at you like you were crazy, "it’s crazy isn’t it?" She mimicked you, sarcastically—almost disbelievingly, "what do you mean it’s crazy isn’t it? It’s fucking nuts, and you’re acting like it happens every Tuesday like a quiz in History class."

You laughed heartily, slapping your friend’s back, making her grunt, "stop hitting me when you’re laughing—" She was cut off by her own yelp when you smacked her thigh – laughing so hard that tears ran down your cheeks. "C’mon it wasn’t even that funny, are you on something? you sure you’re sober today?" She nudged you, feigning annoyance despite the tugging at the corners of her lips.

Chris watched you from the other side of the classroom, seeing you laughing so care-freely made him smile but it was quickly masked by a more neutral expression. His gaze didn’t break from you as the teacher droned on, his body instinctively leaning a bit to the side—wanting to be closer to you.

You absentmindedly looked around the classroom and locked eyes with Chris, your laughter dying down, and an immediate spark sizzling between you at the brief eye contact before you broke it. Suddenly feeling flustered, you took a sip out of your water bottle, going back to chatting with your friend, but the slight tremor in your voice betrayed your flustered state. Your friend was none the wiser as she gossiped about her family drama.

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The rest of the lesson was as boring as it usually was, except for the small notes you exchanged with your friend—which was a whole lot more entertaining than what the teacher droned on about. That was until a small paper airplane landed on your desk, making you shift your attention to it.

The airplane had a small "open" written on one of the wings. You curiously looked at the airplane before taking it up from your desk, nudging your friend to look at it but she had already laid her head down on her side of the desk and was sleeping soundly.

You sighed and decided to just open it and read whatever was inside. Your eyes scanned the now revealed note, eyebrows furrowing as you reached the end of the short note, "what?" You muttered quietly to yourself. The note read as follows: "Do you know who i am? You’re really pretty by the way, oh and look to the side."

You looked to your side at your friend who was still sleeping, confused, you looked the other way and locked eyes with the same guy you made brief eye contact with. Gulping before you mouthed "is it you?" while holding up the paper airplane to which the brunette boy nodded. "Yeah, the name’s Chris," he mouthed back.

You squinted your eyes, trying to decipher what he just said. "Chris, me, i’m Chris," he mouthed, slower this time, pointing at himself. You let out an "oh" sound, and mouthed back "I know". Chris sent another airplane and it landed exactly on your lap. Chuckling softly in amusement as you took the airplane and opened it up. "Cute," you mumbled to yourself when you finished reading the short note.

He had asked for your number.

You wrote your number down and folded the paper back into an airplane and sent it flying. The airplane flew across the room, swirling slightly as it descended on the floor beside his desk.

He smiled to himself when he opened the airplane and found your number written neatly beside his question, and your name—which he knew already.

You two had started to talk over the following days. He was sweet, always asking about your day at school or via text after school. He would walk home with you, make sure you’re always feeling good and comfortable. A cute "friendship" had settled between you in just a span of a week.

Your friends were a squealing mess when you updated them on your friendship with Chris. He was the "cute guy" in senior year with many admirers – secret and whatnot. You used the few classes you have together to your advantage, talking and laughing with him in the back of the classroom while the teachers droned on.

As the weeks went by, you noticed something odd. He seemed to know exactly when or where you were when you would chat with him. You tried to shrug it off as a coincidence, but even you knew it wasn’t that simple.

Your friendship blossomed into something more, something deeper. The nagging feeling in the back of your mind didn’t stop, instead grew in size the longer you stayed close to him. He was perfect, almost too perfect, as if he knew what made you pleased and what didn’t.

𓆩♡𓆪

One evening as you sorted out your notebooks and textbooks for school, you realized that you had accidentally taken Chris’ notebook, his name written on the cover. You chuckled to yourself and just as you were about to text him about it, a pang of eeriness blew through the air.

You felt a strange deja vu, like you’ve seen his handwriting before. You quickly opened his notebook and looked through it, and that’s when you put two and two together. His handwriting was awfully similar to the note you received on Valentine's.

You reached into your drawer and took out the note that you had saved just in case. Putting Chris’ notebook and the note side by side made it all the more clear that he was the one that wrote it. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies, and you didn’t know if it was a good or a bad sign.

You knew you could never look at him the same again. The note was absolutely obscene, more than any smutty books you’ve read before. It bordered on creepy, but it somehow made you feel that heat pool in your panties.

"What’s wrong with me?" You muttered quietly as you sat on your bed, staring off into space and trying to understand yourself and him. You decided – after a good ten minutes – that you’re going to confront him tomorrow at school.

Tomorrow is going to be a long day...

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© sweetshuga

[zweigsangel]

it started with the faint buzz of your phone on the nightstand, vibrating so persistently it startled you out of half-sleep. you grabbed it, squinting at the screen to see chris's name flashing. it wasn’t unusual for him to call, but at nearly two in the morning? that wasn’t normal.

“what the hell do you want?” you answered, voice raspy from sleep. “yo,” he slurred, dragging the word out. his voice sounded distant, like it was fighting through static and something else.

you sat up, rubbing your face. “are you drunk?”

“nah,” he said, then paused. “well, kinda. not drunk. high. like, really fuckin’ high.” there was another pause. then he laughed softly. “sorry, is that rude? don’t know why i’m apologizin’. i just—fuck, nevermind.“

“what’s up? you woke me up, dumbass.” but your irritation was mostly for show, your tone softening.

chris and you had always been like this—banter that felt like a second language, jokes that only the two of you got. you’d been friends for years, meeting in high school when he’d transferred to your school halfway through junior year. he was scruffy, cocky, and way too confident for his own good. but beneath that? he was sweet in ways he didn’t let many people see.

you leaned back against the headboard, adjusting to the idea that you weren’t getting back to sleep anytime soon.

“just..missed your voice, i think.” he said it so simply, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

your stomach did that annoying little flip at his words, and you cursed it silently. there’d always been something unspoken between you two. maybe it was the way he sometimes looked at you like you were the only person in the room. or the way his hand would linger on your back when you hugged goodbye. but you’d both avoided it, burying it under layers of sarcasm and jokes.

“you’re so full of shit,” you said, rolling your eyes even though he couldn’t see you. “nah, swear to god,” he said, voice still soft but with a hint of that teasing edge he always had. “can i-can i come over?”

“chris, it’s the middle of the night—”

“i know, i know. but i just... i really wanna see you. please.”

something in his voice made your chest ache a little. “fine. but if you wake my neighbors, i’m kicking your ass.”

“promise. be there in ten.”

ten minutes later, there was a soft knock at your door. you opened it to find him standing there, hoodie pulled over his head. his hair was a mess, and his eyes were glassy, but he grinned when he saw you.

“you look cute,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

“shut up,” you said, shutting the door behind him. you were just in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, and you felt a little self-conscious under his gaze.

he flopped onto your couch, stretching out like he owned the place you grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen and tossed it at him. “drink that. you look like shit,” you said, sitting down next to him. he smelled faintly like weed and the cheap cologne he always wore, and it made your chest ache a little in a way you didn’t want to examine too closely.

“thanks, babe. love the support.” but he opened the bottle and took a long sip, sighing afterward.

“so, what’s this all about?” you asked, pulling your legs up beneath you.

he rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncharacteristically unsure. “dunno. just..couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you.”

you laughed, trying to brush it off. “yeah, right. you’re high as shit. you probably couldn’t stop thinking about pizza, too.”

“nah, i’m serious.” his voice was quieter now, and when you looked at him, his eyes were on you, steady and unflinching. “i mean it. you’re all i’ve been thinkin’ about lately, and it’s been drivin’ me fuckin’ insane.”

your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might break through your chest. “you’re just saying this because you’re high,” you said weakly, not meeting his eyes.

“bullshit,” he shot back, his voice sharper now. “this isn’t the weed talkin’, alright? this is me. i’ve been feelin’ this way for ages, but i didn’t wanna fuck shit up between us. but, god, it’s killin’ me,” he paused for a moment. “but tonight i was sittin’ at home, high as fuck, and i just couldn’t stop thinking about you. like, your stupid laugh, and the way you always steal my fries even when you say you’re not hungry, and how you—fuck, this is so embarrassing.”

you stared at him, your mouth slightly open but no words coming out.

he looked up at you, his eyes serious now. “i think i’m in love with you. no, fuck that, i know i’m in love with you. and i don’t know what to do about it, ‘cause i don’t wanna lose you, but i also can’t keep pretendin’ i don’t feel this way.”

you felt like the air had been knocked out of you. you sat there, stunned, your brain scrambling to process what he’d just said.

“say something,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “please.”

you swallowed hard, your mind spinning, and he laughed bitterly. “shit, i knew this was a bad idea,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “forget i said anything, alright? just—fuck. i’m sorry.”

he started to get up, but you grabbed his wrist before you even realized what you were doing. “wait.”

he froze, looking down at you, and you swallowed hard. “you’re not..wrong,” you admitted quietly.

his eyebrows pulled together. “what do you mean?”

you hesitated, but only because you were scared. scared of what this could mean, of how things might change. but then you thought about all the little moments over the years—his hand brushing against yours, the way his smile could light up your worst days, the way he always knew exactly how to make you laugh.

“i mean—i think about you, too,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “but i didn’t wanna ruin anything, either.”

for a moment, he just stared at you, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. then, slowly, he sat back down. “yeah?” he asked, his voice softer now.

“yeah,” you said, meeting his eyes.

his eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stared at you like he couldn’t believe what he’d heard.

then he did move, leaning in just a little, his gaze flicking to your lips. “can i kiss you?” he asked, his voice low and a little raspy. your breath caught, but you nodded. “yeah.”

and then his lips were on yours, soft and warm and a little hesitant at first, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to want this as much as he did. but when you kissed him back, threading your fingers through his hair, he deepened the kiss, his hands coming up to cup your face like he was afraid you might disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

it wasn’t perfect—his nose bumped yours, and you could taste the faint tang of weed on his lips—but it didn’t matter. it was warm and messy and real, and it made your heart feel like it was about to burst.

when he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, he was smiling—this soft, almost disbelieving smile that made your chest ache in the best way.

“fuck,” he whispered. “that was..better than i imagined.” you laughed softly, your cheeks burning. “you’ve imagined this?”

“yeah,” he admitted, his smile turning sheepish. “a lot, actually.”

you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop smiling. “you’re such an idiot.”

“your idiot,” he said, grinning.

you groaned, shoving him lightly, but he just laughed, pulling you into his arms. and for the first time, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

[strnilolover]

NNN - chris sturniolo - husband

You and Chris had been out running errands all day. Going to the store, stopping by his brothers houses, and running to a few places Chris needed to go. By the time you guys were done, you were so hungry.

“Babe?” you questioned, flicking your eyes to him quickly to see if you caught his attention. “Yeah ma?” he replied, turning his head to you as your eyes focused back into the road. “You wanna get burger king? i’m really hungry.” you said, and you could see his head nod out of the corner of your eye.

“Yeah, let’s get some food. I’ll pay, okay?” he said, and you smiled — driving the car into the direction of the fast food joint.

You pulled into the Burger King drive-thru, stomach growling as you rolled down the window and pulled up to the speaker. Chris sat in the passenger seat, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. He looked so relaxed, leaning back with his hoodie pulled snug over his head, and you couldn’t help but smile at him for a moment before focusing back on the speaker.

The worker’s voice crackled through. “Welcome to Burger King! What can I get for you today?”

You leaned over, making sure you were close enough to the speaker for them to hear you — you placed your order first, your voice steady and casual. “Hi, uh — can I get a medium fry, a chicken sandwich, and a Sprite?” You paused momentarily, turning to Chris. “What do you want, babe?” you asked.

Chris glanced up lazily, his lips quirking into a small grin. “A Whopper with cheese and a large Coke since they don’t have Pepsi, please.” he said, pulling his wallet out of his pocket fishing for his card.

You nodded, turning back to the speaker. “And my husband will have a Whopper with cheese and a large Coke.” you said with a grin tugging at your lips.

The words had slipped out so naturally, you didn’t even realize what you had said until you heard Chris’s sharp intake of breath.

“Your what?” he asked, his voice soft but surprised. You glanced over at him, biting your lip to suppress a smile. “My husband,” you said again, your tone playful but a little shy.

Chris blinked at you for a moment, his face splitting into a soft, lopsided grin. “Well, then… my wife better be sharing her fries.” and you laughed, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. “Is that so?” you teased, quirking a brow at him.

“Absolutely,” he said, his voice a little lower now, the teasing edge giving way to something softer. “If you’re gonna call me your husband, I get fry privileges.” you hummed, pulling the car up to the window and taking Chris’ card — exchanging things until you had the food and Chris’ card back.

When the worker handed over your food — you passed Chris his bag, his fingers brushed against yours. He held your hand for a moment, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You know,” he murmured as you put the car in drive and drove away, his voice tender now, “I could get used to that.” he said softly.

Your eyes widened slightly. “Get used to what?” you asked, your cheeks flushing slightly as you glanced over at him.

“Hearing you call me your husband,” he admitted, his gaze steady on your face as your eyes stayed focused on the road in front of you.

Your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face. “Well, I could get used to you calling me your wife.” you said, matter of factly.

Chris chuckled, his hand finding yours again and holding it tightly — the wheel now only having one hand on it. “Deal, wife.” Then, his grin turned mischievous as he added, “Guess I’ll just have to put a ring on your finger soon, huh?”

Your cheeks turned crimson as you glanced at him, half laughing, half speechless. “Chris!”

“What?” he said, feigning innocence but clearly loving the effect he had on you. “You started it!”

You shook your head, trying to hide your smile, but the warmth in your chest wouldn’t fade. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he teased, leaning back with a satisfied grin.

You rolled your eyes, but you knew he was right.

© strnilolover

I HOPE EVERYONES PARTNER ACTS LIKE THIS IF THEY DID THAT CAUSE HELLO?

[phone4pills]

does robot!chris know how to give head to nerd!reader? if so, i defff need something ab that.. 🌚

you guys are so horny 😭 yes he does know how to do that. and he can do a lot more. being a robot, he knows a ton about human biology and he knows exactly where to hit to make you feel good.

robot!Chris is indeed a munch

“need… more… space.” the boy beneath you mumbled, spreading your legs further so his face could comfortable praise your garden. his tongue ravaged away at your opening, constantly collecting the warm juices that trickled down onto it, swallowing, and then returning for more.

you’d never been so flustered before. and you remember vividly when you feel flat onto your face back in high school and broken the glasses you used to wear. but this was another kind of nerve. one that caused your heart to flutter and your knees to weaken under the warm grip of Chris’ scar-ridden hands. “ah, I don’t know if I can do th-”

Chris’ teeth nibbled at your clit, interrupting whatever you were planning on saying. and you’d forgotten every syllable that had formed in your mind. his blunt nails dug into the skin of your upper legs, grasping and kneading for more contact. and in that moment, you lost it all. you couldn’t hold it in.

“you told me to make you feel good. my database states that women enjoy it when-” you pressed a finger to his lips, searching in your closet for a fresh pair of panties with the hand that was previously holding your towel tightly around your body.

it was a big mistake to let go. big mistake.

[sturniolowhore]

Not Now

Pairing: semi!toxic!chris x fem!reader

Summary: After your fight with Chris, your friends try and cheer you up. You go to La La Land with Jake and Tara and they invite you to a party.

Warnings: Use of y/n (sorry), angst, fluff

a/n: Based on this ask. Divider by @issysh3ll. I don’t want anyone to copy my work or use it as “inspiration.” 02

On the drive home, you started thinking about what would happen next. What if you guys never made up? Would he take you back? More importantly, would you take him back?

Your eyes start to tear up, and you promised yourself you wouldn't cry over him, but you just couldn't stop yourself from crying. It was probably unsafe to drive while crying, but you couldn't help it. You let a tear fall from your eyes, and wipe it away with the back of your hand.

You park your car, and go inside your house. You take your shoes off and crawl into your bed. Your eyes tear up again at the memory of Chris yelling at you. You just couldn't believe he would do that after you opened up and told him about your ex. You start to sob, hiding away in the covers and burying your head into the pillows. Eventually you start to drift off until you fall asleep.

Chris's POV

He starts to pace around the kitchen and the living room with is hands in his hair. Matt comes out of his room and just watches as he paces.

"You okay? I heard yelling." Matt says.

"No, y/n just broke up with me. I don't even get it. Like she was the one being so dramatic. I didn't even yell at her that loudly either." He says, rolling his eyes.

"Oh she was being dramatic? That's funny." Matt says, raising a brow.

"What does that mean? You think I was being dramatic?" Chris says, looking frustrated.

"Yeah, you were. Your calling your own girlfriend a bitch. If you were her, how would you feel?" Matt says, sticking up for you.

"I dunno know, I wouldn't just leave like that though." He says, throwing his hands in the air.

"How 'bout you go out and take a breather, then come back, hm?" Matt suggests.

"Fine, I need to clear my head anyway." Chris says with a groan, and walks out the door, slamming it.

time skip

Your POV

It had been a few days since you two have broken up, and your friends, Tara and Jake, have helped you get over it. Well, tried to help you get over it. The truth was, you couldn't. Right now you were at La La Land getting coffee with them, and you were sipping on your drink. Tara and Jake went to go get their drinks, and you were sitting by yourself. Tara and Jake got their drinks and came to sit with you.

"So.. you okay girl?" Tara asks, taking a sip of her Strawberry Fields.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just another toxic guy. I've gotten over one of those before." You say, referring to your ex.

"Men these days." Tara says rolling her eyes.

"Hey, I'm right here ya know." Jake says, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, you especially." Tara says looking at him.

"Shut your bitchass-" Jake cuts himself off with a giggle, and tara laughs her usual laugh. You giggle along with them.

After the laughter dies down, Jake speaks up again.

"So, y/n, I'm having a party this weekend. Wanna come?" Jake asks you.

"Um.. I'll think about it." You tell him.

"Girl you should come, maybe you'll find someone new." Jake says, taking a sip of his drink.

" Yeah, it'll help you get over Chris." Tara joins in.

"Um.. yeah, I'll come." You give them a smile.

🏷️: @slutf4rmatt @brookheartsmatt @strnilolover @charlottee3

[beridollie]

he’s so cute i need to grind on his thigh

[m11rx]

thats a scratch yall im crying we thought he gets hoes

[sturniqlo]

KINKTOBER WEEK 4 | ROOM 373- C.S

summary: when not enough rooms were booked ends up leaves y/n and chris sharing a room on their vacation

cw: cursing, brothers best friend trope, SMUT; wet dream, making out, handjob, cum eating

masterlist | kinktober | join my taglist

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"this is nice as hell." matt says when they arrived at the hotel they'd be staying at. it was summer now, and both the triplets family and y/n's family always went on a summer vacation together ever since they could remember. "alright, let's get checked in." y/n's mom says. they all walk through the revolving doors and see the tropical vibe that is inside.

"cant wait to take the fattest nap of my life." y/n groans, leaning her head on nicks shoulder. "i agree." nick nods, looking down at her and giggling as she looked really tired. stands of hair had fallen out of her braid, and her lipliner and lipgloss had worn off ages ago.

chris looked over at her and met her gaze for a few seconds before looking away. although they had all been friends for many many years, chris was always her brothers best friend. if chris wasn't with his brothers, he was with him.

the kids, stood in line by their parents as they got handed their key. this year, the parents had splurged a bit and had gotten everyone their own individual room. as y/n got her key, she bolted to the elevators to go to her room to shower and nap. when she entered her room, she opened up her suitcase on the other side of the bed on the floor. she grabbed her toiletries and picked out a sleeping outfit which was just an oversized tee and sleeping shorts.

grabbing her towel, she headed off into the bathroom.

chris was the last one to get his key since his room had a bit of complications since the hotel was fully booked. after he got his key, he took his time into finding his room. when he spotted 373, he tapped the key card and entered the space, closing the door behind him. he dropped his suitcase off by the door and flopped on the bed, closing his eyes.

not even a minute later, he heard some movement in the bathroom. chris got startled and immediately sat up. what the hell. he thought. was he in the wrong room? was someone in the wrong room? the bathroom door opened and y/n came out with wet hair wearing an oversized tee. "chris? what are you doing in here?" she raised an eyebrow, patting her wet hair with her towel. "this is my room, what are you doing here?" chris was relieved that it was y/n and not some stranger.

he caught himself looking at her exposed legs and quickly looked back at her eyes. "what? no it's not." she said, hanging her towel up in the closet space. y/n grabbed her key card off of the night stand and held her hand out. "let me see yours." chris pulled his key card out of his pocket. she sat next to him, too close, and he could smell the sweetness of her shampoo. as he admired her side profile, she spoke up. "they're the same. do you think it was a mistake?" she looked at him.

"i dunno'. don't think so, i took longer because the hotel was fully booked." he shrugged. "i- i mean we could share a room, i won't mind. it's only a week." she said. chris nodded. "i don't mind either."

"well, i'm going to take a nap. please don't be too loud."

two hours later, y/n woke up from her nap and switched on her other side to be met with chris laying on his phone. "hey there, sleepyhead." chris noticed that she was awake. "what time is it?" she asked, yawning. "seven twenty two." he looked at the corner of his phone. she tosses the blanket off of her and sits up, her hair still lightly damped.

chris watched her as she sat up, and putting her slippers on as she made her way to the bathroom. as she entered the bathroom, his eyes wandered down south, seeing the bottom of her shorts ride up. stop it! he thought and shook his head, looking away. chris went back to using his phone trying to the get imagine of the silver if skin that he had seen out of his mind. she was his best friends little sister after all.

a couple of minutes later, she walked out looking more awake. she made her way to her suitcase and threw on a hoodie. "i'm going to the food court, wanna come?" she untucked her hair from the inside of her hoodie. "sure, why not." chris shrugged, putting his phone away and grabbing a key card from the nightstand.

the two of them walked next to eachother down the hall making their way to the elevator. y/n's stomach growled since she was starving. she was thankful that the resort had a food court. when they arrived at the small court, they looked at their options. "what did you want to get?" he looked at her, admiring her facial features. "uhm, probably a burger and some fries, you?" he nodded. "i'll get the same."

they both walked to the burger station and got their food. the food was brought back up to their room. her and chris sat on the bed eating their food as they watched a horror movie on the television. "why the hell would he go out there knowing the killer is there, my fucking god." she said, pointing at the screen. chris laughed, ever since they were kids she'd always made little commentary during movies stating her opinion. that was one of the many things he liked about her.

after the movie had ended, the food long gone. it was nearing ten pm and chris was starting to get sleepy. "i'm going to start getting ready for bed." he said, getting up off of the bed and heading to his suitcase. chris grabbed his toiletries and a change of clothes along with his towel to shower. "alright." she said, scrolling on her phone. y/n on the other hand, was wide awake. the nap she had taken and the food she had eaten, she wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.

soon, chris got out of the shower, his hair wet and he was shirtless. she stared for a couple of seconds before going back to scrolling through her phone. "is it okay if i turn the lights off?" chris hung his towel next to hers. "go ahead." she nodded, laying on her side away from chris. the lights turned off and shortly after she felt the bed dip two feet away from her. "g'night." he yawned. "night, chris." she turned her phone brightness and volume down so he can sleep.

it was now a bit past midnight and she was watching a show on her phone with low volume. chris was still fast asleep and shifted a few times in his sleep, mumbling incoherent words. she giggled ever time it happened because whenever they would have sleepover as kids, he'd always deny that he talked in his sleep.

as she continued watching the movie, she felt chris scoot closer to her and drape his arm over her waist. the sudden movement startled her as is was unexpected. however, she thought nothing of it, he was always a cuddly sleeper.

chris kept mumbling and moving here and there. until, she started to feel something poke her lower back. was he having a wet dream? she paused her movie, maybe she was wrong? chris rocked his hips and bit and whined. shit. she was right.

deep in his sleep, the tension in his pants woke him up. and he found himself cuddled y/n from behind and gently rocking his hips against her. "oh my god, i'm so sorry!" he quickly took his hand off and sat up. she followed, turned the lamp on. "it's okay, chris." she said. "i'm so so sorry, y/n. fuck!" he cursed at himself.

"chris, i said it's okay." she climbed on his lap. he was surprised at what she was doing. hell, even she was surprised at herself. "w- what are you doing?" his hands came up to rest on her hips and she settled herself on his lap. "can i help you? is that okay?." she held his face in her hands, caressing his cheek. "yes, fuck, please do." he nodded, answering her questions.

she brought their lips together in a kiss. chris moaned into the kiss. he had been wanting to do this forever. her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands rubbed against her sides, groaning when she pushed her core against his hard on. y/n pulled away, holding his chin. chris tried to connect his lips back with hers but she pulled away slightly and smirked.

she swore she heard him whine. "let me help you." she let go of his chin, her hand traveling down his chest to the waistband of his sweats. he nodded, giving her permission to pull him out. "words, chris." she looked into his eyes. "yes, yes, please." she giggled at his eagerness. "i'll take good care of you, promise." she leaned down to press a kiss on his neck before she climbed off of his lap and sat on her knees near his thighs.

he pulled his sweats and underwear down a bit and his cock sprung up. "look at you, so hard." she cooed, gently taking him into her hand. he hissed. "fuck." he threw his head back. "so sensitive, i've barely touched you." her hand squeezed him a bit. he groaned. y/n smirked, bringing her thumb up to his slit that's leaking with pre-come.

her hand began to move up and down his length at a faster pace. she was awed at the sight of him. his jaw was slacked, and his head was thrown back against the headboard. "doin' so good f'me, babe." her lips came up to his exposed neck. the pet name only made him harder.

"i want you to come in my hand, alright? want every. single. drop. on my hand. we don't wanna waste a drop, now do we?" she bites the skin on his neck, not hard enough to leave a mark. how would they explain it to everyone tomorrow morning?

"so- so close. don't stop." he gasped, feeling his orgasm build up. she let go of him for a bit and he whined. "baby, wha- why'd you stop?" he says out of breath, lifting his head off of the headboard. she smirked, scooting to sit on his thighs. "patience, chris."

chris looked down at her shirt covered chest and saw her nipples poking her thin shirt. "want me to take it off?" y/n noticed his gaze on her nipples. he nodded. "yes, can- can i?" the ache of his cock very much still there. "go ahead." she smiled, moving a piece of his hair that fell on his forehead.

his hands came to the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head. chris' eyes locked onto her exposed chest. he brought his hands up to her tits and gently squeezed them. as he caressed them, her hands were now back on his cock. "yes, fuck, yes!" he groaned. "you like that, yeah? like my hand on your hard cock." she looked into his eyes.

"kiss me, please." he said, bringing his hands from her tits to her neck. she didn't stop the movement of her hands as he pulled her into a kiss. the room was filled with the smacking sound of their lips and her hand on moving up and down his cock.

"so close, shit!" he mumbled into the kiss. "come for me, chris." her hand sped up. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" he chanted, feeling the familiar build up. he couldn't keep up with kissing her, his head falling back against the headboard again. "i'm- shit! i'm cumming! fuck, baby!" his jaw went slack at the intensity of his orgasm.

spurts of his white come dripped down her hand and painted her sternum and his lower belly. "shit-" he twitched as he became sensitive in her hands.

"did so good for me, baby. so good." she smiled, bringing her cum covered finger up to her mouth.

"you even taste good."

[liiixsturniolos]

| bf!Chris eating you out !! ⊹₊ ⋆ <smut>

Chris groans against you.

The pulsing vibration rippling through your skin and adding to the already overwhelming pleasure of his tongue sucking across your pussy.

Every small groan he whines sends a shock wave through your legs, the beautiful sounds he makes continue to tease you, further over the edge.

His lips are glued around your clit, lazily sucking it into his mouth and running his tongue gently and slowly over it.

He's slowly pulling the knot in your abdomen tighter with each euphoric motion, circling your clit as if he owns it.

His hands wander over your hips, grasping them tightly, keeping you in place.

You hadn't even asked him for this. He'd begged to do it...

You'd always secretly loved that he liked to do this. You just didn't realise until now how much he really liked to do this.

The pleasure that he coaxes out of you, from seeing you like this, feeling your body relax with pleasure.

He moans into your clit, licking, and sucking as fast as he can now, "come.." he whispers, his mouth still around you as he says it.

You do, releasing into his mouth, feeling it drip out of you, and him happily drink it up, as his whines softly while doing so, gripping your thigh as he searches for every last drop.

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hope you enjoyed ! ;) if you did, consider liking, re-blogging, commenting etc! thanks for reading!

tags: @matthewsroses @chrislilcumslvt @pvssychicken @ivysturnss @mattsbitchh

[mattslolita]

Bambi crying because her vball coach was yelling at her all day so she goes home and starts crying

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tears brimmed your waterline, small sniffles escaping your lips as you hurriedly tried to dry them from your wide eyes. you were used to your coach's demanding nature, but today was different; she's never yelled at you as much as she did today. everyone knew you were sensitive especially when they raised their voice at you — even your teammates were shocked at the amount of times coach had taken her frustrations out on you.

you didn't want chris to see you crying for the millionth time over nonsense, so you quietly unlocked the door to his shared apartment with his brothers and walked inside quietly.

"oh, hey y/n," matt says, turning around slightly to face you. you had your back turned though, trying to hide the somber expression on your features. "everything alright?"

"mhm!" you accidentally speak loudly, a small hiccup leaving your lips followed by a quiet gasp.

"okay," matt says slowly, turning back around, "chris'll be back soon, he's getting food with nick right now."

"okay," you say quietly, immediately making your way down to chris's room in the basement.

you dropped your volleyball equipment onto the floor, finally releasing the small rack of sobs that previously threatened to spill from your lips — you sprawled onto chris's bed, curling into a ball as you sobbed quietly.

chris could hear you from the outside of his room when he had finally came back, pressing his ear close to the door to make sure he could hear you properly. a frown makes it's way onto his face, as he gently pushes the door to his room open, seeing your figure curled up.

he says nothing at first, just simply walking over to the bed and pulling your body into his. he lets you cry into his chest, running a hand through your braids soothingly. he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, wiping at the fat tears that rolled down your cheeks.

after some time, chris noticed you were quiet — you hadn't said anything, just messing with the drawstring on his sweater.

"hi pretty girl," chris whispers to you, tilting your chin up gently, your wet lashes blinking up at him, "y'wanna tell me what's goin' on?"

"coach," you said, squeezing your eyes shut as you shook your head, "she kept yellin' at me today. and only me! i don't know what i did wrong."

chris sighs, shaking his head as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. he continues rubbing your back, drawing small circles. "i know she was mean to you angel, but you gotta ignore her, 'kay? i've seen your coach, an' she's a miserable lady. what are all your teammates always sayin' about you? how did you even get into one of the best leagues? that's cause you're an' amazing player, sweetheart. don't let that shit get to ya head, alright?"

you nodded, a small smile on your lips as you looked up at chris. "thank you, baby."

"course, mama," chris coos, leaning down to place a sweet kiss to your lips, "now come an' eat this wingstop i got you."

[sturnlsstuff]

CHRIS IS OBSESSED WITH HIS BROTHER's GIRL. [smut, masturbation, mdni]

chris knew how wrong this was.

the guilt and feeling of betrayal building up in his chest, but he couldn't help himself, not when it came to you. matt's girl. it wasn't like you and his brother were together, you weren't his girlfriend, you two were only hooking up, but you still belonged to matt. he had some interest in you, maybe even liked you, a lot. so chris was fully aware how fucked up the situation he found himself in was. he just wished his room was the one you go to every time you come over, not matt's. it all was making him frustrated.

especially now at one in the morning when he was trying to sleep and not listen to the sounds coming from the other room, but it was fucking hard not to hear. even nick texted the group chat telling you and matt to shut the fuck up, but it didn't help much. actually neither you or matt cared at that moment.

the constant sounds of bed cracking, skin slapping against each other, the headboard hitting the wall and more specifically something that chris focused on the most. your moans.

the thing was, chris had no clue that you caught up on the stares he'd give you anytime you come over, how he would hungrily look at your body, especially when you were wearing these mini skirts of yours. so maybe you were really loud on purpose right now, wanting him to hear. just maybe.

so he really tried to actually fall asleep, but it was just impossible and his imagination got carried away. in his head he was the one making you sound like this, moaning his name while he was fucking you from behind on his bed.

he didn't even realize how painfully hard he was and when he would slid his pajama pants down his hips, freeing his already leaking with precum dick. he also didn't necessarily know at what point his hand started moving up and down his length. was it when he heard you moaned "harder" or maybe the strangled sound of your crying from pleasure?

chris was so desperately turned on, squeezing his eyes shut while he was thrusting into his fist, his thumb occasionally brushing against his sensitive tip, making him groan quietly. the sounds you were making, it all made him going feral, "--oh shit, y/n..." he hisses speeding up his movements and his head throws back at the sensation. he'd imagine you being here with him. on top of him, jerking him off. how you would use your thumb to smear his precum all over his slit and head of his cock, how your small hand would look working on him. maybe you'd even use your mouth to suck on his tip. then taking him deeper and he'd see how hard you try to fight the gag reflex, saliva dripping down your chin as you take him all in, looking up at him with those puppy eyes of yours. he could physically feel his tip hitting the back of your throat until you pull out to catch your breath, your spit connecting his cock and your lips and your hand working on him again.

his own thoughts made him groan a bit louder, accompanying your own muffled moans still coming from matt's room. "fuckkk—" he whimpers, squeezing his hard member a bit, causing his hips to jerk upwards. chris tried to be quiet, his jaw was slacked as he started to feel his orgasm building up, all the images he had in his mind right now sent him right over the edge, his body tensing up while he frustratingly was moving his hand faster on his cock. his other hand gripping the sheets, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. "oh shit, yes-- please... fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk—" he almost whined as he heard your final moan, assuming you just reached your climax and the thought of him finishing at the same moment as you made his body heat even higher and with another groan, warm drops of cum bursts from his tip all over his hand, thighs and lower stomach as he moans out your name once again.

the realization of what just happened, what he did, started hitting him only a few seconds after he opened his eyes, seeing the mess he'd make and tried to calm himself down. he really felt fucking bad about this, but at the same time it was one of the most intense orgasms he's ever had while jerking off. and all it took was to hear your pretty sounds and a little bit of imagination.

chris would actually kill to make it happen in reality and feel your skin against his at least for one time.

@xaristhings @certifiedstarrr @mattsfavbitchhh @lvrsturniolo @chrislovespepsi @r0s3luvr @le4hsblog @sturnsxbitvh

[sweetshuga]

When in doubt; eat it out ✧ CS

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

bf!chris! Eating you out after you made fun of him for what he accidentally said on stream. "Yeah? Y’wanna see how ”in doubt” I am? Spread those fuckin’ thighs ma."

You decided to watch your boyfriend and his brother’s stream – lounging in his room – you rolled over on his bed. Laying on your side as you propped your phone on a pillow. "Time to eat," your gaze fell on your boyfriend’s face on your phone, "when in doubt, eat it out- AUHH PAUSE! WHY DID I SAY THAT?!" A laugh burst from between your lips, your mind already brewing with all the teasing you’re gonna do.

The chat went crazy, and so did you, "that was hot," you mumbled an agreement to the chat.

𓆩♡𓆪

After the long hours of stream, Chris finally walked back into his room—closing the door with a soft sigh of relief. He found you laying on the bed with a grin on your face, ready to tease the fuck out of him. "Don’t even-" you laughed heartily, "what– what was that about." Breathlessly laughing in between your words as you looked at your boyfriend.

Chris groaned in annoyance as he walked towards the bed. Plopping down beside your legs; his hand absentmindedly caressing your calves. "That was an accident, you know it, just shut up-" A loud laugh from you interrupted his words, "I can’t believe you just said that, on stream nonetheless." You wiped tears of mirth, a shit-eating grin on your face, "when in doubt, eat it out," you said mimicking his voice – laughing – not noticing Chris’ expression changing.

The sudden movement from Chris startled you, causing your laughter to die in your throat. He had climbed on the bed, straddling your hips. His expression was nothing short of desire, his pupils dilating as he leaned closer to your face. "Yeah? Y’wanna see how ”in doubt” I am? Spread those fuckin’ thighs ma." Your eyes widened at the sudden change in his mood, jaw going ajar, a flustered what? Is all you could mumble out.

"I said, spread those fuckin’ thighs," he repeated, "m’gonna eat you out until there's not a single doubt— thought in that pretty little head of yours." You found yourself complying, your breathing growing shallower as you spread your legs for him. A slow smirk spread across his face as he lowered his head down to level with your clothed cunt, ready to fulfill the promise of leaving no thoughts – or doubts in that matter – behind.

𓆩♡𓆪

wc. 386

note. English is not my first language!

Isa's notes. Quantity over quality seems to be my motto 'cause wtf 😒

Matt version!

xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

© sweetshuga

[letstrip13]

୨୧ - ride

summary: what happens when you and chris are left alone in matt's van

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v (idk why people say 'p in v' but i'll go with it), lowkey sort of in public

word count: 578

author's note: the poll results are NOT what i was expecting at all but those fics will be coming soon

author's note 2: happy thanksgiving to the other canadians if you see this ❤️

author's note 3: vote on my hcs here! tbh i have a strong feeling which one is gonna win

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“feels s- fuck- so good,” chris groans as he guides your hips, bouncing you up and down on his cock as whimpers and moans fly from your lips.

this wasn't meant to happen. you should not be riding your boyfriend in the backseat of his brother's car. it was wrong on so many levels but you couldn't help yourself. you, chris, nick, and matt went to pick up dinner but there was a half hour wait since it was so busy. matt and nick decided to wait inside the restaurant, leaving you and chris alone. bad idea.

what started as some innocent kisses turned into a heated, needy makeout which resulted in you sinking down on your boyfriend's cock and crying out in the confined space of the van. in the moment, you were grateful you had put a skirt on this morning. it made things much easier for the both of you.

he bucks his hips up to meet yours every time you sink down on him, driving himself deeper inside you to hit all the right spots. “chris-” you gasp out.

“doing so good f’me, baby. y’look so pretty riding me like this,” he says in a husky voice as he continues to guide you, helping you speed up.

the van is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, the rhythmic pattern of your skin slapping each time you make contact, chris groaning, and your moans and whimpers. every window is fogged completely from the heat of your bodies and the intensity of it all.

that warm pressure of your impending orgasm starts forming within you. “mmph, chris, m'so close,” you say with a loud moan. his hands move from your hips to your ass, squeezing the plump flesh as you take control and use his cock to get yourself off.

overwhelming waves of pleasure wash over you; your movements come to a stop as your legs begin to shake and your walls clench around chris. you bury your face in his shoulder, biting down to muffle the scream of pleasure that threatens to escape your throat.

the sounds and the sensations coming from you are all too much for chris and he follows right behind you, shooting his hot seed into you as you come to a rest on top of him.

you hold each other, slowing your rapid breaths and soothing each other for a moment, enjoying the aftermath of it all.

your head shoots up as you seem to remember exactly where you are. chris senses your slight urgency and as if he can read your mind, he lifts you off him and rummages through the center console of the car. he pulls out a wad of napkins and does his best to clean you both up.

he re-adjusts his pants while you look for your panties he had tossed to the floor. you pull them back on quickly as he exits the car to throw the napkins away. you lean forward to the driver's seat to turn the air conditioning on.

chris gets back in the car and soon the heat, fogginess, and even the smell of sex dissipate from the car. ‘perfect timing,’ you think to yourself as you see matt and nick from afar, walking out of the restaurant with the bags of takeout. you turn the AC off, resting your head on chris’ shoulder, both of you letting out a relieved sigh at what you just got away with.

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[phone4pills]

ROBOT!CHRIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE😭😭 THAT’S SUCH A CREATIVE AU.

i can also imagine him constantly holding your phone in his hands. just because he likes that the phone is literally the same machine as him, he always steals it when nerd!reader is busy and plays with all the buttons or the screen.

(he'll end up sending some stupid messages to reader’s friends)

He and your phone have a special bond. You’ve never seen Chris more excited than when he’s tampering with the device. Best believe there’s time out when he texts your friends. And don’t even get me started on the conversations he has with siri 😭

robot!Chris thinks siri is a pussy

“oh come on! it won’t hurt you.” you couldn’t concentrate on changing the bulb in your desk lamp. Chris had been complaining for half an hour and his voice from the kitchen right through to your room. eventually, you’d had enough, grunting as you stood form your seat and made your way to where he was.

leaning against the counter, with your phone in hand, chris scoffed before he spoke. “siri, sing a song.”

oh. it dawned on you that he was attempting to get the ai in your phone to sing. you’d tried it a countless amount of times and it never worked. you debated whether you would let Chris know or just watch him try over and over again. solely for entertainment.

the angel on your shoulder got the better of you and you broke the news. “I’m sorry Chris, siri doesn’t sing.” he shook his head with a tut, placing your phone down on the counter. “whatever. siri’s an arrogant piece of software. I’m sick of saying hey siri like I’m romeo and siri’s juliet.”

you chuckled, patting his arm. “you can help me with my lamp instead…” he nodded quickly, giving your phone the middle finger before following you off into your bedroom.