#chris sturniolo blurb

[whor3ing]

𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒃 | 𝑪.𝑺

― 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃

Chris Sturniolo! x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut, airplane sex, quickie, lots of dirty talk & degradation, fingering, tasting you on his tongue, marking you up, a little edging, caught, usage of slut & whore

word count : 2.3k ♡

― Chris had always been reckless, always pushing boundaries, always toeing the line between daring and downright stupid.

And today? Today was no different.

…

The plane hummed around you, the dim overhead light casting long shadows as Chris crowded you against the narrow walls of the tiny airplane bathroom.

The air was thick with tension, the kind that made your skin prickle and your breath come too fast.

“They’re right outside,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the hum of the engines.

Chris smirks, his eyes dark and mischievous. “Then you better be real fuckin’ quiet, sweetheart.”

He chuckles, his eyes scanning you from head to toe as he continues. “Bet you like this, huh?” he muttered against your lips, voice dripping with arrogance. “Gettin’ all worked up with my brothers just outside the door?—yeah? Fuckin' filthy slut."

You whimper as his fingers slid under your dress, pushing the fabric up, his touch rough and possessive. He didn’t waste time, slipping beneath your panties, groaning low in his throat as he found you already soaked.

“Jesus, look at this fuckin' sweet pussy,” he whispers, dragging his fingers through your slick folds, pressing them against your clit in slow, torturous circles.

“So fuckin' wet for me. You like bein' my little slut, don’t you?”

Your breath hitches, your fingers digging into his arms, brushing against the veins in his forearms as he worked you open, fucking you open with his fingers, one thick finger pushing inside, then another, curling just right inside of you.

“Chris,” you gasp, barely able to keep your voice down.

“Shh,” he growls, pressing his palm over your mouth. “Be quiet, baby. Unless you want them hearin' how bad you need me.”

His lips were on you again as the words left his mouth, hot and consuming, tongue pushing past your lips, tasting you with a hunger that made your knees weak.

He kissed you like he owned you, slow and filthy, sucking on your tongue before pulling away just enough to nip at your lower lip.

Chris moans against you, his teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck before biting down hard enough to make you jolt, your muffled moan vibrating against his hand.

He sucks at the mark he made, soothing it with his tongue, grinning against your skin as your thighs trembled around his wrist.

“Gonna leave you covered in these,” he murmurs, dragging his lips lower, biting another bruise into your collarbone.

“So everyone knows exactly who fuckin' owns you—so everyone knows that fucking pussy is mine."

His fingers pump inside of you harder, faster, rubbing against that spot inside you that had your legs shaking, hitting it again and again with his fingers, your orgasm rushing toward you too quickly as his fingers worked mercilessly inside of you.

And he felt it too— his fingers slowing inside of you, limp against your puffy clit as he groans in frustration with how sensitive you already are.

"I just started, you need me this bad already?—aw shit baby"

“Not yet,” he moans, pulling his fingers out, bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean with a groan, the juices of your dripping cunt lingering on his taste buds.

“I wanna taste you first."

Before you could react, Chris was on his knees, lifting your leg over his shoulder in front of you. His mouth was on you in an instant, tongue flicking over your swollen clit before dragging down, teasing your entrance, tasting the mess he had made of you.

He moaned as he licked into you, slow and deep, fucking you with his tongue; his grip tightening on your thighs as he devoured you like he could never get enough.

You can feel his spit pooling against your cunt, his soft licks turning more erratic, along with the sounds of your moans despite your efforts to keep silent.

Chris turns his head to kiss your inner thigh, looking up at you, "Fuck, you taste so sweet baby.."

He groaned, his fingers reaching down to flex against the bulge in his jeans, his cock straining against the fabric.

You watch as he groans into your pussy, giving it a final kiss.

Your head spinning as he stands up almost instantly, unbuckling his belt and shoving his jeans down just enough, pulling himself free, his cock springing from his boxers.

He chuckles as a moan escapes you, your mouth salivating at the sight of him—thick, hard, leaking precum down the length of his hard cock, already aching for you, aching to be deep inside of your pussy.

“Turn around,” he orders, voice rough with need. “Hands on the sink.”

You obey, bracing yourself against the small counter as he pushes your dress up completely, yanking your panties down to your knees. "Don't even need to spit on that pussy again—do I?"

"Already fucking sloppy enough for me, such a pretty girl."

His large hands spread you open and you barely have time to suck in a breath before he was pushes inside, stretching you in one deep, brutal thrust. You whimper almost immediately, feeling his cock swell inside of you, the tip of his dick pressing directly against your g-spot, raw, his precum coating your insides.

Chris lets out a strangled groan, fingers digging into your hips.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “So goddamn tight. Like you were made for me—shit I love this fuckin' cunt..”

He sets a punishing pace immediately, slamming into you, making the sink rattle beneath your grip. Making you squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip hard enough to taste blood, doing everything you can to stay quiet, but it just feels so fucking good—he feels so fucking good inside of you.

"Mmm, nah, baby, I wanna hear you,” Chris taunts suddenly, one hand leaving your hip to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back so he can murmur in your ear.

“C’mon, let me hear those pretty little noises while I ruin this fuckin' pretty pussy.”

You whine, arching into him, the angle making him hit deeper, making your walls flutter around him, your moans nearly echoing against the tiny walls of the airplane bathroom.

“Oh, fuck yeah, ma..” he groans.

“You love this, don’t you? Love bein' bent over in a fuckin' airplane bathroom, stuffed full of my cock, tryin' not to let the whole plane know how fuckin' desperate you are for it.”

Your breath hitches as his hand slides between your legs, his calloused fingers finding your clit again, rubbing rough, relentless circles as his cock stretches you out.

“That’s it," he murmurs, his thrusts turning harder, deeper inside of your sloppy pussy.

“Take it, baby. Fuckin' take all of me inside of you—oh my god, yeah, fuck.."

His tongue finds your lips again, devouring you, swallowing every moan as he fucks you harder, his hands gripping at your skin, his lips parted as he moans against your tongue.

He bites at your lower lip, trying to stifle your whimpers from him pounding inside of you, but it's no fucking use.

Chris' mouth trails down your neck, licking and sucking at your pulse, his tongue hot and wet as he leaves another hickey just below your jawline, the color a deep shade of red when his lips detach.

"How does it feel baby?—yeah? fuckin' tell me.."

You barely have the strength to answer, your body overwhelmed by the way he's taking you apart piece by piece, all with his thick dick.

“Feels so—fuck—so good,” you finally gasp, your head tilting back even more as his hands reach up to hold you against your throat, his fingers barely ghosting over your mouth.

Chris groans, his grip on your hair tightening, the veins in his hands bulging as he forces you to look at him. “Yeah? You like the way I’m fucking you?" He rasps, his thrusts inside you only returning harder.

“Say it,” he demands, his teeth grazing your jaw before sucking another mark into your skin. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

So—so fucking good,” you finally choke out, your voice breaking on a moan as he angles his hips, his cock just fucking slamming inside of you.

Chris smirks against your skin, his breath hot as he murmurs, “That’s my good girl.”

His lips trail lower, his fingers grasping at your hair even harder so that he can reach your shoulder, biting the skin just enough to make you whimper.

“God, I love the way you take me—so tight, so perfect for me.”

He pulled back just enough to watch you, his gaze hooded, pupils blown wide with lust. "God just look at you, baby,” he groaned, his pace somehow growing rougher, deeper, as if that was even possible.

“So desperate for me. So fucking wrecked.. yeah sweetheart?”

You moan loudly, and Chris smirks against your skin before his hand moves back to your mouth, covering it fully.

“Shut up baby, shhh…,” he whispers, his voice dripping with amusement as he feels your desperate moans vibrate against his palm.

“You don’t wanna get caught, do you? Huh? You want my brothers to hear what a fuckin' whore you are for me?”

You shake, whimpering against his hand with need, your body feeling so good, your pussy on the brink of orgasming all over his thick cock.

“Come for me, baby,” he grunted. “Come all over my cock baby, please..”

Your body obeys before your brain can catch up, your orgasm tearing through you so violently your knees almost give out, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as pleasure crashes over you in waves.

Chris groans feeling you clench around him, the feeling of your pussy coming around his cock being too much to bare, “Fuck—fuck, I’m gonna cum—baby”

His grip tightens bruisingly on your hips, and with a low, wrecked groan, his brows furrow as he buries himself as deep as he can, spilling all of his come inside you, filling you up so completely you can't help but feel impossibly full.

Chris stays there for a moment, panting, his forehead pressed against your shoulder. Before slowly pulling out, causing you to gasp at the sudden emptiness, at the sensation of his come dripping out of you, slicking up your folds even more.

He smirks, dragging a finger through the mess of mixed cum between your thighs before pushing it back inside you, making you gasp. “Nah, baby, we’re not wastin’ that,” he murmurs, chuckling.

“You’re gonna sit with it inside you until we land.”

Your eyes widened, heat pooling in your stomach all over again. “Chris—”

“No arguments,” he said, voice dark, authoritative.

“I want you full of me the whole fuckin’ flight, ma.”

You swallow hard, your thighs pressing together at the sheer filthiness of it. Chris tuts, grinning from ear to ear, pressing a final, filthy kiss to your lips before adjusting your dress, helping you glide your panties back on, over your wet pussy, completely soaked with his come.

You pout, your pussy aching, and for the first time since you had both entered the bathroom, Chris softens, his hands cradling your face as he presses a slow, deep kiss to your lips.

“You’re fuckin' perfect,” he murmurs against your mouth, his thumb brushing your cheek.

"Dunno what I did to deserve you, but I’m never lettin' you go."

He smiles at you, smoothing the wrinkles in your dress down and kissing your forehead gently, like he hasn't just ruined you completely, like his orgasm isn't coating your insides and dripping against your needy clit with every passing moment.

Your heart flutters, warmth spreading through you as he kisses you again, gentle and sweet.

After a while, he pulls away, a smirk tugging at his lip.

“Let’s just hope to fuckin' god nobody heard that,” he whispers, making you giggle as he tucks you close, right under his arm. There's a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he unlocks the bathroom door, stepping out of the bathroom with you at his side.

As soon as you step out of the bathroom, still flushed and slightly disheveled despite Chris’s best efforts to fix your dress, you’re met with Matt leaning against the wall, arms crossed, one brow quirked in amusement.

He takes one look at the both of you—Chris’s smirk, your sheepish expression, and the undeniable glow on your face—and sighs dramatically.

Chris’s smirk, your sheepish expression, and the undeniable glow on your face and sighs dramatically.

“Soo…” Matt drawls, tapping his fingers against his bicep. “What were you guys doing in there?”

Chris, ever the menace, just grins, pulling you tighter against him. “Oh, y’know, just… having a deep, meaningful conversation.”

Matt snorts. “Right. And I’m the Pope.” He tilts his head, pretending to think.

“Would this ‘conversation’ happen to be the reason I heard what I can only describe as the soul leaving your body, and why I now have to bleach my ears?”

Your face burns as you smack Chris’s chest, but he just laughs, completely unbothered. “What can I say, man? When inspiration strikes, you just gotta go with it.”

Matt groans, shaking his head. “You two are fucking disgusting—literally.”

Chris winks. “And yet, you still love us.”

Matt just sighs, already walking away. “I’m never using a stupid fuckin' airplane bathroom again.”

thank you for reading ! ♡

just a little something, have classes for the rest of this week so .. sigh also i keep unposting ts shit i cant decide if im loving it or not

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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[sturnslutz]

reuniting.

christopher sturniolo. the man you hated. no, rather loved. you hated hearing his name, though. not because you didn't like him, but the opposite. you loved him.

he was perfect. your school's favorite triplet. the kid who had 100k on instagram in his senior year, solely based on his looks. the boy who was oh, so sweet to you. your best friend. how could you ever hate him?

you hated him because he left. he just got up and left out of nowhere, ghosting everyone who knew his name, and brought his brothers with him. the sturniolos' was a name that almost seemed ancient, one that brought the taste of ash to your tongue.

at the ripe age of 17, the sturniolo last name was only a name you heard in your dreams. people eventually stopped talking about them, about chris. the girls you knew who wanted to be his valentine, got boyfriends. husbands, even. some who looked like chris in some ways. some who didn't look like chris, but rather acted like him.

he couldn't leave your head though, even 6 years later. you're supposed to move on. you were supposed to forget about the boy who was your best friend for all of middle and high school. that's not how it works though, there has to be remorse. there has to be some guilt in this, right?

the tension, the not so subtle flirting, the teasing. how could either of you just forget all of it? despite being in a friendgroup, chris treated you like you were the only one he actually cared about. it's because you were. he only really cared for you.

you still had photos and videos of him in your camera. they were taking up storage. not like you cared. you could always just buy a new one. you couldn't buy memories, though. you didn't even know what chris looked like now. you had always teased him for his "frat bro hair." he didn't mind though, he never did.

you're 22 now. you knew he was 22 also, about to turn 23. you could never forget his birthday. when he left, your friends told you how he had blocked everyone. you assumed he blocked you also, and didn't want to bear the pain of actually seeing his name not pop up. so you didn't. you never checked if he had actually left you.

here you are now. august 1st, his 23rd birthday, finally researching his name on instagram. just to actually get the closure you needed. on his birthday, too. @/christophersturniolo. the same username he's used for god knows how long. he popped up. his profile, his name, everything. right in front of you.

what you didn't expect when scrolling on his page was that he was actually posting. he hadn't blocked you. you could actually see him now. he had lived in LA now, with over 2 million followers. his posts were rather, vulnerable. even for chris. he was posting shirtless pics, something he had never done before.

was this content? you didn't understand the porn industry well, but you had a good knowing of it. they usually build their profiles, posting rather inappropriate pictures on social media. you had never actually been on a porn site. you had never even done anything like that. and only chris knew you were that pure, and he adored it.

he had a link in his bio. your fingers clicked on it faster than your mind even processed it. your phone had brought you to a website you had never even thought of going on. it was his profile.

he was a pornstar. scrolling was easy, and you couldn't help the heat rising to your face at the sight of chris. he had a video posted that only a subscription could access. once again, your fingers moved faster than your mind did, not even processing that you were actually buying a subscription to see your old best friend do something you didn't even know was possible.

you had unlocked so much. you saw videos of him rubbing his hard cock in his sweatpants, before teasing himself and slipping his fingers in and out of his waistband, his breaths being heard through the phone.

there were pictures of his v line, pictures of his fucked-out face with the caption "just got done. wanna see?" he would never say that. you liked every. single. picture and video you saw.

what you didn't know was that they could actually see who was subscribing to their profile, you accidentally signing up with your email that had your full name on it. chris knew you were viewing his porn. he knew you were thinking of him.

he had actually been viewing your instagram profile regularly. he memorized your username, the one you never changed just like he hadn't. he saw old friends of his in your instagram dumps, how you still had the same beautiful smile. he had noticed you had never posted a boy, were you still the same, innocent sweetie that he was obsessed with?

he didn't want to leave you. he wanted to bring you with him along his adventures. he wasn't ashamed of his porn career, but he wasn't extremely fond of it. he didn't know what you would think the day you actually searched him up and realized he didn't break himself from you.

he didn't know if you would regret the friendship you two had, because of the career choice he had went down. what he didn't expect was seeing your name pop up dozens of times all from the same website.

you actually liked seeing him so naked. so dominant. so different from his 17 year old self. he couldn't help himself from following you on instagram almost immediately after seeing your notifications and sending you a text.

@/christophersturniolo 5:46pm.

"hey, sweetie. missed you kid. saw u liked my stuff, a lot of them actually. text me back when you see this, i wanna see u again. hope everything's good."

your heart dropped at the sight of the notification. you didn't know he was actually able to see who liked his stuff. your breath got caught in your throat, he knew you had seen his dick. he knew everything.

you followed him back, texting him back.

@/sweeties.world 5:58pm.

"this is rlly embarrassing fuck i didnt know u could actually see me liking ur stuff. happy birthday btw. i miss you a lot, and i got caught up looking, sorry if this is rlly awkward lol."

he responded almost immediately.

@/christophersturniolo 5:59pm.

"thank you sweetie, and it's not awkward at all, actually. im not ashamed of what i do, and im glad it was you rather than anyone else from hs seeing it. you still live in boston? me and my brothers are coming down soon, and i would love to see you, if that's cool."

@/sweeties.world 6:01pm.

"of course <3 and yeah, i do. of course it's cool, i would love to see you too. you're gonna have to explain why u left me and everyone else out of nowhere btw u are not escaping that situation"

@/christophersturniolo 6:04pm.

"same old sweetie, huh? never letting down something and making me talk about my feelings. love that about you. i need u to know i didn't leave you because of anything you did, i was caught up in my own head and did some things i shouldn't have. ill tell u everything when we hangout. im glad u looked at my content though so i wouldnt have had to bring it up randomly over coffee."

that night kept on with texts catching up. you guys got each others' numbers again, and even facetimed. he looked so much better than before and you both talked like no time had passed. he was still the same old, chris sturniolo. the one who's dick you saw, the one who you saw fucking some girl, the one with 2 million followers.

[angvl3tears]

ꪆ ׂ ִ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔₊ ୨ৎ ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡

ˇ⋆ ╱ dealer!chris x stonersweetheart!reader ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

content ୭ꪆ greening out (always be safe n know your limits!), pet names, soft n caring chris

❛ ma? ❜ chris calls as he steps inside your apartment. heart pounding. worry rooted deep in his stomach. shutting the door behind him, key sliding back into his pocket.

❛ baby? ❜ he tries again. hearing no response. pausing in the corridor, he tries to listen for any noise. any indication of where his sweet girl may be.

his ears perk up, hearing the sound of clattering coming from the living room. chris rushes down the hall, head turning towards the couch for any sign of you.

his heart nearly breaks when he spots you curled up in a ball on the floor, tv remote stuck far from you as your delicate hand tries reaching for it.

❛ oh, sweetheart. ❜ chris mumbles, dropping down beside you. chest aching as your sweet little doe eyes blink up at him in confusion. glazed over and barely open. he brings his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks in his big hands.

❛ chris? ❜ you tilt your head, feeling fuzzy all over. his touch warming you. body shuddering from the sudden temperature change. ❛ yeah, baby. it’s me. ❜ he tells you, voice quiet. eyes softening.

❛ chris. ❜ your voice wobbles. tears welling up in your droopy eyes. dainty hands reaching out for the boy. tugging at anything you can grab.

❛ s’okay, sweets. i’ve got you. ❜ chris clutches your cold hand in his. helping you sit up. ❛ c’mere. ❜ he says softly. leaning back against the couch. letting you crawl onto his lap, body curling into his. molding and folding. so perfectly against him.

running a gentle hand through your hair. ❛ s’okay, baby. s’all okay. ❜ he whispers, feeling the ache in his chest twist even further. clenching his jaw. pressing a kiss to your head.

your tear stricken cheek pushes against his chest. feeling like you can’t get close enough to him. you whine and cry and chris feels pain for you like no other.

he wraps his arms tightly around you, shushing you gently. ❛ s’okay, sweets. ❜ you bury yourself into him further. curled up as small as can be. gripping the material of his hoodie tightly. warm from his touch.

❛ m’not gonna let anything happen to you, okay? ❜ you nod against his chest. sniffling. he brings one hand up to the back of your head, fingers running down your hair, sliding to cup your cheek. glossy eyes meeting his worried ones as he lifts your head off his chest.

❛ hey. it’s okay, sweets. i’ve got you, okay? i’ve got you. ❜ he repeats, looking back n forth between your hooded eyes. your lip wobbles as you nod. vision going dark as he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. imprinting his touch on you forever. ❛ m’always gonna take care of you. ❜

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ꪆ ׂ ִ 🥛⁺˖ ⸝⸝

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[chrismalfoy]

꒰ bsf!reader high text messages w/ fratboy!chris ꒱

as soon as chris arrived to your apartment, you were immediately on top of his lap, straddling him. one of his hand had a handful of your hair while the other was holding up your shirt.

his head tilts back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut as your wet folds slowly sink down against his cock.

usually, you two would be rough with each other but this moment was slow and romantic.

“fuck,” he quietly groans, letting go of your shirt as his hand glides upward, tracing around your hardened nipple.

your hand reaches out to the side of his neck, fingers slowly trailing up and down as you lean in closer, crashing your lips in a heated kiss. he left your lips bruising as he bit down pulling your lip with his teeth.

his hands reaches behind you, gripping your ass with rough firm as he grunts loudly, thrusting upwards with force.

you gasp, leaning forward against his shoulder, your hand resting on the side of his neck. your brows knit together, lips parting slightly.

chris flips you over onto your fours. the sound of his hip hitting your ass and bed creaking loudly fills the room. you whine and whimper, pressing your face into the bed as he grips your wrists behind you.

he holds your wrist with one hand while the other moves to your neck, his fingers gently wrapping around it for support.

your eyes flutter shut as you tilt your head back against his shoulder. "fuck," you whine, squeaking.

his hand reaches down, circling your sensitive buds. “take my fat cock.” he smirks cockily, his voice in a low tone.

your squirt gushes out, soaking the sheet—his eyes flutters downward watching the scene unfold, not stopping.

“can’t take it.” he leans in to your ear, murmuring. “yes, you can.” his finger glides up and down against your numb bud, circling again with rough pressure.

© chrismalfoy

[liiixsturniolos]

'stay quiet, ma'

chris was smirking like a cheshire cat, his eyes were drifting from your face to his veiny hand, where his fingers were twitching inside of you. he curled his pointer finger inside of you, with his middle one rubbing circles on your clit.

he loved seeing your face struggle to hold in the millions of expressions you wanted to make, and the little gasps escape your lips as he sped up. you couldn't reveal what was going on underneath your sundress to the dinner table of nick, matt and a few of your friends. chris loved that.

you struggled to keep in your moans and whines. hoping eveyone at the table would just keep talking so they couldn't hear you over the noise. you were so close and chris was teasing you with his fingers.

'shush, keep quiet ma.' chris whispered in your ear as he pushed his finger onto the spot you needed it the most. you couldn't help but quietly whine out at the pressure that felt just so good. 'shhh baby' he tells you.

you were focusing your efforts onto your expression, fighting against the need to drop open your mouth and let your face relax into a moan. his fingers were swirling just where you needed them, bringing you closer to your high.

the knot in your stomach was building up fast as he curled his fingers inside your wet walls. 'mmm don't- st-stop' you whisper into the crook of his neck, burying your face in it so you could let out soft moans muffled by his warm skin.

'come for me ma' he murmurs, finally speeding up his pace and slowing down again as he rides you through your high, his long fingers coaxing you through it. you moan out into his neck, your head rested under his chin as he grins, pulling his wet fingers out of you.

a/n: why am I on a roll guysss ?? ayy 2nd little blurb in a few days.. im eating. I deadass disappeared off of here for months and came back dropping blurbs left n right ayyyoo

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[stxrsniolo]

𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝒔͟𝒆͟𝒏͟𝒔͟𝒆͟𝒍͟𝒆͟𝒔͟𝒔 𝑖𝑛 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : alright, babes, heads up because this is about to get filthy, and I’m talking full-on smut, no filter, no shame; if you can’t handle the heat, bounce now, because i’m not holding back .ᐟ

you’d just stepped out of the shower with chris, the bathroom still steamy, the air thick with the scent of soap and warm water.

you’d both washed off the day; his hands brushing your skin here and there, your fingers grazing his chest, but it hadn’t gone further; no sex, just teasing touches, the tension simmering under the surface.

now, you’re drying off, your skin damp and flushed, droplets sliding down your arms, your hair sticking to your neck. chris is beside you, shirtless, his dark hair wet and messy, beads of water trailing over his broad shoulders and down his chest, catching in the sparse hair there.

his grey sweatpants sit low, clinging to his hips from the moisture, the outline of his cock already faintly visible through the fabric.

you catch his eye in the foggy bathroom mirror, and something shifts, his gaze darkens, his jaw tightens, and that cocky smirk you know too well creeps onto his lips.

he’s been holding back, but now, out of the shower, that control snaps like a frayed wire.

“face the mirror,” he says, voice rough and low, stepping closer. “wanna see you watch me fuck you.”

your pulse spikes, but you don’t hesitate, dropping the towel you’d barely wrapped around yourself. it hits the tile with a soft thud, leaving you naked, your nipples pebbling in the cooler air, your pussy already stirring with heat as you brace your hands on the sink, the porcelain cold and slick under your palms, your reflection staring back—wet hair framing your face, lips parted, eyes wide with anticipation.

chris doesn’t wait, just shoves his sweatpants down in one quick motion, freeing his cock, thick, hard, the head an angry red, veins pulsing along the shaft, already leaking precum from how worked up he is.

he steps up behind you, his hands rough as they grab your hips, fingers digging into your damp skin, pulling you back against him.

“look at yourself, ma,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck as he lines himself up, the tip of his cock brushing your entrance, slick with your arousal and the leftover water. “gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t think straight.”

before you can respond, he slams into you, no warning, no buildup, just raw, brutal force. his cock stretches you wide, filling you to the hilt, the sudden intrusion ripping a loud moan from your throat.

your head drops, but chris grabs your hair, wet strands tangling in his fist, yanking your head back so you’re forced to meet your own gaze in the mirror.

“nah, keep those eyes up,” he snaps, his hips already moving, thrusting into you hard and fast, the pace relentless from the jump. “watch how i break you.”

your reflection is a mess: cheeks flushed, mouth open, gasping as he pounds into you, the mirror shows everything, from your tits bouncing with each brutal thrust to the water still dripping from your skin, mixing with sweat as it beads on your chest. chris looms behind you, his face tight with focus, eyes darting between your expression and the way his cock disappears into your pussy, glistening with your wetness. the sound is filthy, wet slaps of skin on skin, the squelch of him fucking you open, your moans blending with his low grunts.

“fuck, so tight,” he groans, his grip on your hair tightening, pulling your head back further so your neck arches, exposing your throat in the mirror. “look at that pussy takin’ me... fuckin’ made for this.”

you can’t look away, not with him holding you like that while your body jolts with every thrust, your ass smacking against his hips, his cock hitting deep, stretching you so good it hurts, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming. your legs tremble, threatening to give out, but chris keeps you steady, one hand sliding to your hip, fingers bruising your flesh as he pulls you back onto him.

“chris—shit—” you choke out, your voice cracking as he rams into you harder, the sink rattling under your grip. your reflection’s unrecognizable with wild hair, eyes glassy, drool starting to slick your chin as he fucks you senseless.

“yeah, that’s it,” he says, voice raw and ragged, his thrusts turning sloppy but no less forceful. “love seein’ you like this, fallin’ apart while i fuck you raw.”

he shifts, letting go of your hair to grab both your hips, bending you forward more, your ass high, your face inches from the mirror now.

the angle’s punishing, his cock slams deeper, scraping that spot inside you that makes your vision blur, and you scream, the sound echoing off the tiles. you can see him fully now, his shoulders flexing, his abdominal region tightening with each thrust, his eyes wild with lust as he watches himself fuck you.

“look at me fuckin’ you,” he pants, his voice strained, his cock throbbing inside you as he picks up the pace, relentless, animalistic. “watch how i own this pussy, ma.”

your eyes lock with his in the mirror, and it’s too much; the sight of him railing you, his cock slick with your juices, your tits bouncing hard, your pussy clenching around him, dripping down your thighs. the bathroom smells of sex now sharp, musky, mixed with the lingering soap and steam, and it’s dizzying. your reflection’s a wreck, your body shaking, your mind blanking out as he drives into you over and over.

“chris—fuck, i can’t—” you whimper, your legs buckling, your voice slurring as the pleasure drowns you, but he holds you firm, his grip bruising, his thrusts unforgiving.

“you can, and you will,” he snarls, leaning in close, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot on your ear. “gonna fuck you ‘til you’re dumb, ‘til you can’t say shit but my name.”

and he keeps going, relentless, his cock slamming into you so hard you feel it in your bones, the pressure building fast and fierce. your orgasm hits like a punch, your pussy clamping down on him, a rush of wet heat soaking his cock as you scream, your reflection blurring with tears, your body shaking uncontrollably. chris groans, loud and primal, his thrusts stuttering as he cums, his cock pulsing, unloading thick, hot spurts inside you, filling you up as he watches himself in the mirror with a feral grin.

he slows finally, his cock still buried deep, twitching as he catches his breath, and then he pulls out slow, a wet, obscene sound as his cum drips from you, splattering on the tile below, streaking down your thighs. he steps back, panting, his sweatpants half-on, his chest heaving, and smirks at your wrecked reflection—hair a tangled mess, face streaked with sweat and tears, body trembling.

“told you i’d make you watch,” he says, voice low and smug, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “you look fuckin’ hot like that.”

you can barely stand, your legs jelly, your mind scrambled, but you manage a shaky laugh, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “fuck you, chris.”

“anytime,” he fires back, leaning against the wall, still eyeing you like he’s ready to go again if you say the word.

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[lazysoulwriter]

christopher... ♡

you keep calling Chris by his full name—Christopher—and make him fall harder every time.

the flustered barista - Chris had just taken a sip of his coffee when you leaned across the counter and said it—smooth, teasing, and perfectly timed.

“Christopher, I think you forgot to pay for your drink.”

He choked. Actually choked. Eyes wide, hand flying to his chest like you’d just shot him.

“What did you just call me?” he wheezed, coughing into his sleeve.

“Christopher,” you repeated sweetly, resting your chin on your hand. “That is your name, isn’t it?”

His face went so red it rivaled the espresso machine’s warning light.

“Yeah, but—” He cleared his throat. “No one calls me that.”

“Guess I’m not ‘no one,’ then.” You winked, grabbing his receipt and writing something on it before sliding it toward him.

He glanced down.

Your number.

“Enjoy your coffee, Christopher.”

And with that, you walked off, leaving him gripping the cup like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

the puppy eyes incident - Chris had an unfair advantage—puppy eyes. Those big, ridiculous, soft blue eyes that he used as a weapon when he wanted something.

And right now, he wanted the last slice of pizza.

“Come on,” he pleaded, tilting his head, looking devastated as you held the plate hostage. “Please?”

You sighed dramatically. “Christopher, are you seriously trying to manipulate me with those eyes?”

His whole body froze, like you’d just called him out in front of a live studio audience.

“…What did you just say?” His voice cracked, which was kind of adorable.

“Christopher,” you repeated, grinning as his ears turned pink.

“You can’t— You can’t just—” He flailed, pointing at you. “That’s illegal.”

“Says who?” You smirked. “Someone who calls me by my full name whenever he wants?”

His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “I— That’s different!”

“Uh-huh. Sure, Christopher.”

You slid the pizza slice toward him as a reward for surviving the embarrassment.

But the way he stared at you, all dumbfounded and lovestruck? Yeah. You were definitely winning this game.

the almost slip-up - Chris was scrolling on his phone when you leaned over his shoulder, looking at whatever dumb video he was watching.

“Christopher,” you murmured near his ear.

His whole body stiffened.

You hadn’t meant to do it like that, but it just kind of… slipped out. Soft. A little too close. A little too intimate.

He turned his head slowly, eyes dark, a slow smirk creeping onto his face.

“Oh,” he said, voice dropping. “Say that again.”

You blinked. “…Huh?”

“Say it again,” he repeated, shifting slightly toward you. His phone was abandoned now, fingers twitching like he was resisting the urge to touch you.

You narrowed your eyes. “Why?”

He grinned. “Because I like it.”

Oh. Oh.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling very warm. “Christopher.”

The way he exhaled? Like he was barely holding it together?

Yeah. That was definitely going to be useful later.

the ‘you’re in trouble’ moment - Chris had done something. You didn’t know what yet, but the way he was avoiding your gaze? Guilty.

“Christopher,” you said, hands on your hips.

He instantly winced. “Oh no.”

“Oh no what?” You raised an eyebrow.

He fidgeted. “You— You only call me that when I’m in trouble.”

“That’s crazy,” you said, feigning innocence. “Why would you ever be in trouble, Christopher?”

His eyes widened. “Okay, wait, wait—” He scrambled up, hands in the air. “Before you freak out—”

“So I should freak out?”

“…No?”

You crossed your arms, tapping your foot.

He groaned, running a hand down his face. “Ugh, you’re terrifying.”

“Good,” you said sweetly. “Now spill.”

The Bedhead Confession - It was early. Too early. Chris was barely awake, sprawled out on your couch, hair a mess, voice rough with sleep as he yawned.

“Mornin’,” he mumbled.

“Morning, Christopher.”

His head snapped up so fast you almost felt bad. Almost.

“…That’s cheating,” he said, voice still gravelly.

“What is?”

He blinked at you like you’d just personally ruined his life. “Saying it when I’m half awake.”

“Why?” You smirked. “Does it do something to you, Christopher?”

The muscle in his jaw twitched. He rolled onto his back, throwing an arm over his face.

“You suck,” he groaned.

You laughed, grabbing a blanket and tossing it over him. “No, but I do win.”

And judging by the way he peeked at you from under his arm, looking all soft and smitten?

Yeah. You totally won.

[st7rnioioss]

INTRODUCING... ˚ .CEO!CHRIS x ASSISTANT!READER ࿔ *

CEO!CHRIS x ASSISTANT!READER who... likes to have lunch outside of the office. it can get hard snooping around, and keeping their relationship a secret. ceo!chris likes to have assistant!reader around, hence why he always "runs out of coffee", and has her fill up his cup. these guys loooves to have office sex—sure, they both have their own apartment, but why not just wait until after hours?

CEO!CHRIS x ASSISTANT!READER who... can always be seen standing by the copier, standing a little too close than normal coworkers would. assistant!reader loves to pull ceo!chris by his tie, whether it's playful or she's fixing/putting it on for him, giving it a small tug. ceo!chris loves to make assistant!reader laugh—in his world, she's the cutest little thing. assistant!reader hates to see ceo!chris stressed or burnt out—she's offering to attend meetings, or sometimes sitting between his legs under his table, working on the buckle of his belt because she can't stand seeing him worked up.

CEO!CHRIS x ASSISTANT!READER who... likes to send each other texts, telling the other person what jacket or pair of pants they like—chris is huge on this, sending her naughty but short texts about how the white button-up she wore made her tits look good. ceo!chris likes having her alone where it's just the two of them—he's always calling her in for “meetings”, insisting it's because he's got a little mix-up in his calendar, and they need to fix it.. together.

𓏲 ࣭  ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 ASSISTANT!READER nail polish. leather bags. secret keeper. the office siren. sweetheart. easily laughable. clumsy. high heels + dress pants combo. fitted button-ups. glasses. somehow always in a rush. coffee. very smart. strong communication skills. loves to be spoilt (because who doesn't). secret, tiny, kisses on the cheek. messy buns. lover girl at heart.

CEO!CHRIS ࿐ ˚ ceo. charming. secret keeper. ties and button-ups. funny. finger rings. music. money and lots of it. forehead kisses. cologne. loves to watch his cute assistant rush around. perfect hair. expensive dinners. spoils his girl. smells nice. funny. cute dates to take the mind off work. coffee. lover boy at heart.

MASTERLIST

... coming soon!

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: unnecessary au!! but it’s cute:3 look, i didn't wanna make this too corny "omg mafia boss rich husband" because i'm honestly not into that at all.. did i fail or is it ok..

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[angelicchris]

hide-and-seek | chris sturniolo

in which ₊˚ chris and reader get carried away during an innocent game of hide-and-seek.

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warnings ₊˚ smut, fingering (male to female), caught in the act (kinda), dom!chris x sub!reader

word count ₊˚ 712

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“move out of my fucking way,” chris said through a laugh, as he pushed past you and matt. you were spending the night at the triplets house, and all four of your childlike amusements came crashing over your rational at 2 a.m., as you all found yourselves now playing an intense game of hide-and-seek.

stumbling slightly from the push, you and matt follow chris’ lead in racing in your own separate directions to hide from nick, who’s back was turned away from the three of you as he counted to thirty. as quietly as you could, you raced upstairs, making your way to a closet. you yanked the door open, crouching down to sit with your legs pressed up to your chest in the small dark space. just as you were trying to quietly catch your breath, the door was pried open—revealing none other than chris.

“chris, get out,” you whispered frantically, shooing him out of the closet with your hands. “fuck, no. matt stole my spot,” he told you as he shut the door behind him, crouching down to sit next to you. “yeah, well now you’re stealing my spot,” you complained. “shh,” he said, covering your mouth with his hand. the sudden silence from the two of you finally let you hear the sound of nick shuffling downstairs, searching every corner of the house. chris, however, kept his hand over your mouth, his firm grip causing a blush to crawl up your cheeks. you were suddenly grateful for the dark space, hoping that chris wouldn’t see the effect his action had on you. when he looked over at you, however, he noticed. he slowly removed his hand from your mouth, his eyes never once leaving yours. suddenly, he brought his hand that had been previously covering your mouth down to rest on your upper thigh.

as the seconds ticked by, his hand began to creep higher. you held your breath, fearing that you would reveal not only where you two were hidden, but also the desperation you felt for his hands to rise higher. your desperation, however, didn’t go unmatched, as there was an evident growing tent through chris’ pyjama pants. as you sat criss-crossed in your shorts, you attempted to stifle a moan as chris’ fingers pulled them aside. his fingers reached your underwear, pushing the fabric aside—allowing him full access to your wet core.

“you’re so wet, we haven’t even done anything yet,” chris teased, his index finger and thumb toying with your slick folds. “please,” you whispered, desperation clouding your thoughts. you released a gasp as chris’ long, slender fingers plunged into your core slowly. his fingers stretched out your inner walls, which clenched around his digits. “shit,” he whispered, looking down at your wetness soaking through to your shorts, and his growing erection on his own lap.

his fingers curled up into you at the perfect spot, causing you to let out a quiet moan. “shh,” chris said quietly, sticking his thumb from his other hand into your mouth to quiet you. you sucked on his thumb as you came undone around his fingers, your eyes locking with his. “fuck, you look so pretty, keep looking at me,” chris urged, as he helped you calm down from your orgasm. when you were spent and breathless, you leaned your head against the back wall of the closet, shutting your eyes. chris gently removed his fingers from you, causing you to gasp slightly. he popped his fingers into his mouth to savour your release, all signs of your treacherous encounter being gone.

that was, however, until the closet door swung open. nick and matt stood in the threshold, staring down at the two of you. “we couldn’t find you guys anywhere,” nick explained. it was when the two brothers noticed your laboured breathing, accompanied by the wet patch on your shorts, and the bulge protruding from chris’s pyjama pants, that they realized what you two had done. the two brothers stood there horrified—nick looking disgusted, while matt’s mouth hung wide open. “oh my God, i’m going to be sick,” nick proclaimed dramatically, shutting the closet door. chris laughed loudly at his brothers reactions. “we’ll continue this later,” he said, as he got up to check on his brothers.

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notes ⋆. 𐙚 ₊˚

consider this me studying for biology ౨ৎ

i also dk how y’all be writing smut sm, like this shit makes me feel like i have to go confess my sins to a priest

[trustinsturniolos]

now introducing…tired!chris

strong cologne. electric guitar. lil skies and chase atlantic. dark winter nights. music. animals. doesn’t get much sleep. cuddling. confident. social. slight boston accent. 21. listener but yaps if he’s hyper. been with a few girls. hates mornings. youtube. gaming. streaming. spending time with family and friends. comforting. patient. humorous and tends to make inappropriate jokes. appears quite cold and mean because of his tired exterior, but is super friendly and sweet. physical touch. quick reflexes. hyper when he’s doing something new. dark photos. loving.

commonly paired with…crybaby!reader

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taglist :

@tezzzzzzzz @urgirlclaire @astrxl @sturnschris @persephonesluvs @presleycaudle @ivysturnss

[whor3ing]

HELLO I LOVE U ALL SM HOLY SHIT I HAVENT EVEN BEEN HERE FOR A FULL MONTH THIS IS CRAZY

ofc the final part of say it again will be out soon too !

… new series may be in the works

thank you all so much for the love, i appreciate you more than you could ever know,

meow

[sturnslutz]

introducing...

pornstar!chris... 23. somewhat famous in the industry. smokes sometimes. has a kitten. brings his camera everywhere. films himself and takes pictures sometimes in public bathrooms. was friends with sweetie in highschool. triplet. ghosted everyone after he graduated. barely lets anyone use his camera, even after wiping it. loves his stuffed animal bear he got from sweetie when he was 16. blocked everyone on his instagram besides sweetie. loves that she found his profile. has an obsession with vintage cameras. player but lover boy in his heart. has only filmed with one other girl.

best paired with... oldfriend!reader.

new au?! i LOVE this pairing and haven't seen this idea of an old friend with ps!chris, but if you have, please let me know and i'll give credit. :)) credits to @oopsiedaisydeer for helping me with this pair, love u sweetie.

[m11rx]

favorite part of the day

[ch6rm]

✧ ࣪˖ making a tape with chris

˖ soph's note. hi this is my first smut im posting on here and i'm a tiny bit scared to say the least .... lmk if there's anything i can improve on. i hope u enjoy <3

"chris," you whimper, the pillow muffling the breathy sounds falling from your plush lips. chris plows into you from behind, his hand tightly gripping your hip as his free hand holds the camcorder up, filming the perfect view of your ass recoiling against his hips.

"cmon', can't fuckin' hear ya," chris grunts, his hand moving to grip your hair and pull your head up, making your moans more clearer for the film. "there ya go, be nice and loud for me n' the camera," he purrs, watching you through the device. a loud moan rips from your throat as chris ruts his hips into you, his dick hitting that spongy spot inside you, making you clench around him. he smirks, doing it again and again, his hand leaving your hair to wrap around you and rub your clit as he continues to film the moment between you two. you mewl, arching your back to take him deeper, your manicured hands gripping onto the sheets below you.

chris' movements only grow more intense, his hand now gripping your hip harshly as his other hand adjusts the camera so it's showing the way his dick slips in and out of your cunt. "shiiitt," he groans, the sight of him disappearing inside you making him unable to look away as he films it all.

"please... fuck, chris," you whimper pathetically, unsure what you're begging for. faster? harder? more?

"please what?" he asks, "speak up for for the camera, baby. gotta be louder than that." you're breathless, almost unable to form words as he fucks you dumb.

"don't stop, 'm so close-" you manage to get out between whimpers. gasps continue to spill from your mouth as that familiar knot in your abdomen threatens to snap. you feel chris' hand once again wrap around you to circle your sore clit, rubbing harshly. you let out a choked gasp, feeling overwhelmed in the best way possible, the feeling of him stretching you out so deep along with his fingers rubbing against your clit made your head spin.

"takin' me so well," he grunts, nearly out of breath as he watched his cock slide in and out of you through the viewfinder. "look at this perfect fuckin' pussy," chris growls as he feels you clench around him, himself also feeling close to the edge.

"'m gonna cum, chris," you whimper, the tight knot in your stomach continued to build before snapping as chris fucked into you, hammering at your cervix. your mouth drops open as you cum around him, the white substance coating the length of his dick.

“oh fuck,” chris let out a low moan, his dick twitching before releasing his thick, white, cum inside of you, filling you up.

chris waited a second before pulling out with a low groan, adjusting the camera in his hands and shifting the focus down to your pink folds which now leaked with his cum. "look at that," he says, bringing one of his fingers to rub your puffy slit before he shoves it inside you, stopping his cum from spilling out. you whine, sensitive from his previous acts as chris lazily pumps his fingers in and out of your abused hole, all while the camcorder gets a perfect view for him to watch later.

© ch6rm

[chrismalfoy]

꒰ fratboy!chris high facetime calls with bsf!reader ꒱

“kiss me through the phone.”

you can hear the seriousness in chris’s voice—his eyes flutter shut. the low angle of his phone and the hood pulled over his head weren’t making things any easier.

you scoff, propping your phone up against your hydro flask. — you’re gone for one weekend, and he’s already losing it.

“chris, what?”

“want kisses,” he mumbles, tilting his head back, his words slightly slurred from the high.

you furrow your brows, a slight frown forming. “you’re high, christopher.”

chris lets out a quiet exhale, his eyes slowly fluttering open. “so?”

“so just .. ask one of your hookups or something.”

he scoffs, sitting up as he pushes his hood back, running a hand through his messy hair.

“don’t want to. been thinking about you a lot kid.”

you huff softly through your nose, narrowing your eyes as you tilt your head. “what are you talking about?”

“i want you.”

your heart was pounding in your chest, and the nervousness in your stomach was spreading everywhere.

you huff again, grabbing your phone and biting down on your acrylic nervously. “don’t say that. you don’t really mean it.”

“kid, i really do want you.”

“don’t say that.”

chris hears the defensiveness in your voice and scoffs, narrowing his eyes. “and why the hell not?”

“you can’t just— sighs loudly i need to go bye.”

“kid wait! don’t fu—“

call ended

chris stares at his reflection in his phone, gripping it tightly.

he rolls his eyes, and threw his head back against the pillow with a soft thud. his phone was tossed aside next to him.

there’s no way he just ruined the friendship, right? you have to feel something for him also—or maybe he’s just really high.

© chrismalfoy

[mattsapplejuice]

pretty self explanatory i think