#christopher sturn

[christhopersturniolo]

୨ CHRIS HEADCANONS ୧

summary: how I think It would be to date chris.

warnings: none.

notes: this is the first time doing headcanons. If you disagree with anything, let me know your opinion in the comments! also english is not my native language.

this was a request!

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SLEEP - If you two ever go to sleep mad at each other, you can be sure you are going to wake up with Chris cuddling you.

PET NAMES - In public he always act like he doesn’t like pet names, but he loves when you call him ‘my sweet boy’ or ‘my big baby’

JOKES - He slaps your ass and starts running while laughing, like it was the funniest joke ever.

FACE TIME - He loves facetiming you, he would do anything for you to not end the call, even if you aren’t talking.

PASSWORDS - You know all of his passwords, not cause you asked for it, chris simply gave it to you, because he wants you to feel secure and trusted.

HANDS - His hands are always touching you. Your hair, your neck, your thighs, but specially your hands. You can be sure he will never let go of your hands.

NIGHT TIME - Before going to sleep, chris doesn’t stop yapping for a second, even when you are sleepy or not listening to him. He loves to talk, trying to keep you awake for as long as possible until you completely stop answering him.

TALK - Chris is the type of boyfriend that would just admire you while you talk.

PERIOD - He does anything for you when you are on your period, he buys you painkillers, candies and anything you ask for. Also, he will rub your lower stomach, trying his best to make you feel better.

TRUST - He trusts you the most. He knows you could never cheat on him, but when he gets a bit insecure, he will just wrap his arms around your waist, and bury his head on the crook of your neck, without any explanation. But you always know when something is off.

“Love.. Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” I try to lift his head, but he doesn’t let me.

“Nothings wrong.. I’m fine..” He whispers.

OUT - Chris makes sure you're never left out, especially when you're with his friend group. He always tries to get you to talk. Constantly checking if you are okay.

He turns to you “You okay?” He asks, grabbing your hand and kissing it.

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[trustinsturniolos]

“𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭” | 𝘤.𝘴

┈➤ 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴.

pairing : player!chris x fem!reader

warnings : mention of eating reader out , mention of blowjobs , lowercase intended , strong language

wc : 1.2k

part one – messages

tuesday, 8:17pm

“she’s just a girl. nothing more.” he reminded himself quietly but firmly as he walked down the dark, quiet, empty alleyway on his own, oblivious to the fact anyone who saw him would think he’s insane if they saw him casually talking to himself about a girl who wasn’t even there, but talking as if she was. no matter how he tried to convince himself you were just a girl, whether it was fucking another girl or simply avoiding you, he couldn’t forget you. moments of the heated, intimate night you two shared last week kept replaying in his head. 

the way you moaned his name, the way you begged for more, he couldn’t forget it.

chris never cared about people he’d slept with after they’d had sex, they didn’t get a second thought. but you..

you were like a drug, and he was the addict.

you hadn’t really thought about chris after the night you shared. to you, it was over and done with. you thought chris thought the same. i mean, he did. at first.

chris was a player, and you knew that. so you weren’t hurt when he completely ghosted you, or even surprised really. it was almost as if you expected it.

it was as if the roles were reversed. chris couldn’t find a way to forget you, no matter what he did. and you’ve basically moved on already.

you might be able to move on from him, but he can’t move on from you. not yet. 

he stares into the dark, navy blue, mesmerizing sky as the luminous, bright moon shines onto his face, highlighting his facial features whilst he tries to determine what to do. 

finally, he decides.

you’re sat on your comfortable, cosy couch when your phone vibrates and makes a ‘bzz’ noise beside you. you picked your phone up, curious to see who’d messaged you. 

“chris?” you murmured aloud but to yourself, your brows furrowing in confusion. why would chris message you? the message was simple. casual. he was acting as if he’d barely been thinking about you, like you never entered his longing–for you– thoughts. 

you hesitated to click on the unexpected notification at first, debating whether it’d be best to just ignore it–because you knew what would happen if you clicked on it. 

nevertheless, you still clicked on it. blurring out the negative voices in your head trying to convince you not to open it.

the notification took you onto instagram, where he’d found your account and gotten in contact with you previously.

christophersturniolo

╰┈➤ hey

dry much? you slowly type out a reply, wanting it to seem like you didn’t care about the fact chris had messaged you. but receiving the message sent an undeniable rush of excitement and curiosity through your body. 

you typed out a ‘hi?’ and spent a few seconds merely staring at it, you weren’t even really sure as to why you were staring at it. surely you weren’t nervous about replying to chris? it’s just chris after all.

you scoffed as you waited for chris reply, irritated at the fact you knew he wasn’t doing anything right now and was simply choosing to wait, staring idly at your bright screen. 

your heart races anxiously as chris begins typing. you bring your hand up to your soft lips and begin gently gnawing at them. 

finally, you receive the message. 

christophersturniolo

╰┈➤ wyd?

you roll your eyes irritatedly at his blank, dry reply. you reply, telling him you weren’t doing anything. you could almost imagine his signature, smug smirk tugging at his lips.

merely a few seconds after sending the message, chris had sent a reply. he was so swift to send it, it was as if he’d had the message ready, knowing how you’d reply.

he probably did.

christophersturniolo

╰┈➤ come smd?

╰┈➤ i’ll eyo.

prick. 

you bluntly reply with ‘no’. you weren’t special to him – at least you thought you weren’t – so why should you treat him as if he’s special?

turning your phone off, you let it drop out of your hand and land heavily next to you as you sigh, exhausted.

as much as you tried to lie to yourself that you didn’t, you did want to go. you wanted to see him. 

even if it meant you went just to suck him off.

but you weren’t going to give in.

friday, 9:45pm

music played softly in the background as you entered the party your friend had invited you to last week. the catchy music wasn’t too loud to the point where you can’t hear someone speaking to you, but not too quiet that it feels boring. 

“oh my days! babes you look stunning!” your friend, emma, squeals sweetly as she approaches you, instantly pulling you into a tight hug. “i’m so glad you think so! i couldn’t tell if i should wear this dress or a different one, and when i got here i was so worried i’d stand out, in a bad way.” you chuckled softly, relieved your outfit was fitting in with the theme. 

emma swiftly led you into the crowd by your hand, sitting down next to you on a light blue, sky coloured couch. you flopped into the couch, resting your arm comfortably on the armrest beside you.

you and emma spoke for a while, laughing and smiling. emma was in the middle of telling you a story about how she met a guy she ‘loves’ – even though she says that about every guy she meets – when she saw him walking through a small group of people. emma had been invited to the party by one of her friends, so she didn’t know who’d be invited.

“that’s him!” she exclaimed excitedly, perhaps a little too loud, as it caught him and a few other people’s attention, which caused the both of you to laugh a little.

“go speak to him!” you urged, grinning.

“are you sure? i don’t want to leave you on your own.” she asked, hoping you’d say yes but not wanting to leave you alone on the couch.

she thanked you gratefully as you reassured her confidently that you’d be fine and told her to go. she scuffled off the comfortable, cosy couch and strutted confidently over to him. 

time passed and you hadn’t felt like getting up to socialise. it felt like you’d been there for hours. you had ended up simply scrolling away on tiktok, with a bottle of water in your free hand, your teeth wrapped on the lid of it, occupying your lips. you’d glanced up the occasional time to see if anything exciting was going on, but nothing was. no one you knew was there.

you heard someone sigh heavily as you glanced to your left, feeling the couch dip slightly as someone sat on it. 

your eyes widened briefly, but you quickly forced them to resume their normal position, not wanting to seem surprised. 

of course, it was chris. 

he smirked smugly over at you as he watched your expression swiftly get forced to remain casual. “didn’t think i’d be seeing you here.” he rested his hand on the arm rest.

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[analysistics]

Okay, I can’t be the only one who doesn’t really f*ck with beard/stubble Matt. Like, he’s still hot as f*ck, but I preferred lil skinny Matt. He was so cute and little 🥺🥺

Don’t attack me for this plssssss ❤️❤️❤️

[analysistics]

Holy fuck

so many people have requested a compilation of whimpers n moans so here you are 🙇‍♀️

[sweetshuga]

𝑴𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𓆩♡𓆪

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

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

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

Damnit.

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

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

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

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

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

𓆩♡𓆪

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

Chris was sooo close to losing it.

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

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

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

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

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

He needed you so damn badly.

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

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

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

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

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

You were seeing stars.

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

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

A few more brutal thrusts and you were cumming hard.

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

Your orgasm triggered his own.

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

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

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

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

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐳𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬

"you’re so warm." chris whispered in your ear as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you back against him. the slight movement made his cock go deeper in your slippery cunt, eliciting a small quiet moan from you.

you hissed in a deep breath, trying not to lose your composure as you typed on your computer, telling your curious colleagues that due to technical difficulties you were unable to turn on your camera and microphone.

"chris, don’t move so much," you sighed before adding, "and stop purposely going deeper—" your hands fisted on your keyboard, eyes closing shut and eyebrows knitting together for a moment when he did the opposite of what you asked for and pulled you down more.

chuckling in a raspy voice as his hands caressed your thighs, his fingers drawing delicate patterns on your skin. "you said you’d just keep it in there!" you whisper-yelled, and even though you had your mic turned off, you couldn’t help but glance at the mic icon every now and then to see if it’s still off.

"well, can’t really blame me when you’re suckin’ me in like that." he whispered, nipping your earlobe and sending shivers down your spine. his left arm wrapped around your waist from behind and his right hand snaked up and groped your breast. "so soft," he cooed, grinning as he laid his cheek on your shoulder.

"how’d i get into this?" you mumbled to yourself, rolling your eyes when he squeezed your breast repeatedly. "these are so squishy ma, can i take your shirt off? wanna feel ’em."

"you are feeling them, i’m in a meeting call chris—" "please? pretty please? please, please, please?" he cut you off, playfully repeating pleas, laughing to himself afterwards.

"alright— fine, just--just stop moving so much, i can’t focus." chris grinned triumphantly as he lifted the hem of your thin square neck shirt, pulling it up until it was scrunched up over your tits. he hummed happily as he pulled your bra down, letting your breasts spill out.

"mhm, love your tits baby, so beautiful." he said in a sing-song tone as his hands went up to fondle your bare tits.

✩ 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ✩

before you knew it, you were getting your brains fucked out by chris. your moans were uncontrollable, your hands gripping anything it could. the mic had turned on due to your hand accidentally grazing the button while trying to find something to hold onto as leverage.

yeah... tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.

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𝐰𝐜. 𝟒𝟏𝟕

[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞!]

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @chaossturns @mels4ngel @lypsiiii @sydneyylainn @sturniolozbae @hearts4werka @strnilolover @matts-sidepiece @hearts4sturniolo @ivysturnss @bumbl3b34 @sophand4n4 @sagesturns

© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚

[mattsstarlet]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ texts with fwb!chris .ᐟ୨୧

pet names, suggestive language (?)

pt two here.

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note: apple pay looks so fake sorry y’all. anyway hope u enjoy i loved making this.

[analysistics]

This was so sassy 😭

OOOOOOO PUT IT DOWN !! 😡😡

[sweetheartsangel]

god hes so gorgeous 😫

[ivysturnss]

Chris Sturniolo P-links:

Chris slapping ur pussy

Fucking u from behind

Wearing ur panties whilst fucking up into u

In the kitchen

In the back of Matts car

Riding him

In a mask

Fucking ur throat

Whipping ur pussy

In the shower

@6ix9inewiturmom @delilahsturniolo @dirtylittleheart333 @pvssychicken @soontosturniolo @talulahinthestars @vanteguccir @nicksbestie @mypussypurrin @huntiesworld @hearts4chriss @little-bisexual-intern @toysizee @sturnobsessedwh0re @obsessionsarenotfortheweak @hysteria-things @freshl6ve @chrisssfav @chriss-slut

[christhopersturniolo]

୨ DINNER ୧

summary: you go out with the triplets to a restaurant and ended up in the bathroom with chris.

warnings: smut, sex in public (kinda), dirty talk.

notes: english is not my native language, so sorry for any mistake! this is my first time ever writing a smut, so please don’t judge me lol. also ty for my bestie @madisonsslut who helped me thinking about what to write

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While going through my closet, looking for the perfect piece for my dinner with the triplets, I struggle to find it. I have nothing to wear. Nothing seems to look right, my room is turning into a mess and they are about to picking me up in some minutes.

Just when I am about to give in, my eyes met my short, dark red dress. Chris’s favorite dress. He always gets rock hard when I wear it. I mean, it’s not my fault he can’t keep his eyes away from my back.

Under the dress, I have a matching red set, that he bought me as a present after he ripped my expensive panties apart. I slip a pair of heels on each feet. My make up, nails, hair is done. As I take one last glaze on the mirror, I hear the familiar sound of Matt’s car pulling outside. I hurry up to get completely ready, knowing that at any moment Chris will be at the other side.

Someone knocks on the door. Running downstairs, I shout out “Coming!” My hand reaches the doorknob, and there he is. As I feel his eyes travel along my body I can’t help but smirk. “Hi Chris” I say.

He looks back up into my eyes with a smile. “Hey, ma” He gets closer, placing his hands on my waist and giving me a kiss on the lips. “You look gorgeous” In a matter of seconds, his hands start sliding from my waist to my butt, he squeezes it gently, making me chuckle. He kisses me one last time before asking “Are you ready to go babe? Do you have your things?”

I nod. “Yeah let’s go” He grabs my hand and leads us to the car, opening the door for me. I get into the backseat noticing Nick. I greet him and Matt. We start driving.

We couldn’t find any parking spot nearby the restaurant, so we had to walk a bit. As Nick and I chat while walking in the front, I hear the other two talking behind us.

“Bro are you even listening to me?” Matt snaps. “You just been staring for Y/n ass the whole time!” I can’t help but burst into laughter at his comment “Come on, Matt" I tease, turning back to face them. "You know Chris can't resist a good view." Chris rolled his eyes playfully, but I can tell he is pleased by the attention.

The restaurant was super fancy, and it was pretty full. We arrive to our reserved table. Chris pulls out my chair, gesturing for me to sit, before taking his place beside me. Nick and Matt settle in across of us.

Some minutes after, the waiter approaches us, with a confident smile. His eyes immediately lock on me. “Good evening, welcome to our establishment” He says, but is evident that his attention is completely focused on me. “Can I start off with some drinks?” Chris observes the situation.

They all order for their own drinks. “And for our pretty lady over here?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, taking a quick glance at Chris. Before I could even respond, my boyfriend does it for me. “She will just have some water.” He places his hand around my waist, in a clear display of jealousy.

I hate when he makes choices for me. “Actually, I will have some Fanta, please.” I speak up with a firm voice. “Alright..” He takes notes of our orders and goes away.

The moment the waiter stepped away, chris hand gets away from my waist, he turns to me. His mood has changed completely. “Really Y/n? You always get water, and now suddenly, while he is fucking flirty with you, you change your mind In front of him? Making me look bad?” His jealousy makes me chuckle, I can’t believe his arguing over this. I roll my eyes and I give him a small kiss on his forehead. “Chris I think you are way to stressed”

Nick and Matt look at each other, trying hard not to laugh at our stupid discussion. “Yeah Chris she’s right, you are overreacting a bit” Nick says.

"I'm not overreacting," He insisted, his tone laced with frustration. "I just don't like the way that guy was looking at her. ‘And our pretty lady over here?’” He mimics the waiter in a mocking tone. We couldn’t help but giggle at Chris’s exaggerated impression of the guy. He is visibly annoyed.

Chris has already finished his food, while I am still in the middle of it. As I continue to enjoy my meal, I suddenly feel Chris’s hand on my thigh.

I try to ignore it, but his fingers start getting higher and higher. My breath catches in my throat with his touch. I shoot him a warning glance, but he only smirks in response.

"Chris" I whisper, serious. "Not here."

“Let’s go somewhere else then” His smirk just gets bigger when he saw the confusion in my eyes.

“Just forget it, there’s nowhere else to go.” A small chuckle leaves his lips before speaking. “The bathroom, sweetheart.” He whispers in my ear his lips brushing against my skin. He gets up from his seat. “I’m going to pee real quick” He says looking at his two brothers. “I’m sure Y/n also has to come with me, right?” His eyes get back on me, daring me to refuse.

I take an embarrassed look at Nick and Matt, they definitely know what’s going on. I begin to rise from my seat, we make our way to the bathroom.

As soon as we get there, Chris wastes no time, he automatically closes the door behind us. We start making out like there’s not tomorrow. He grabs me by the waist and lifts me onto the counter, his hands gripping my thighs as he positions himself between my legs.

I grip his hair tightly. His tongue explores every inch of my mout as our kisses become more sloppy and desperate. His lips scape from mine, he starts kissing me down my neck. I gasp as his teeth graze my skin, definitely leaving marks.

His hand slips between my thighs, teasing me through the fabric of my panties. “Enjoying this, aren’t you? Huh?” He smirks, connecting our mouths back again. “You are dripping wet for me..” I moan in response, not able to create a sentence.

“I want fucking words out of your mouth.” He says firmly. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I need it so bad..” I whisper in his ear "I need you inside me, Chris. I need you to make me yours." With a satisfied chuckle, Chris's fingers push my panties aside, he inserts his middle finger inside me, making me arch my back, craving for more. I close my eyes tightly. His finger moves faster, and at the same time his thumb rubs my clit.

I moan in pleasure, and he adds another finger. “I know you can take some more..” His skilled movements driving me to the edge. “Christopher, shit.. Right there.. Please.. It’s so fucking good.. I’m.. I’m gonna..” With every thrust of his fingers, I feel myself getting closer to an orgasm.

Until, suddenly he leaves me completely empty, I open my eyes again, confused. “Not yet baby..” He says. I try to catch my breath, but before I can even answer, he takes the fingers that were just buried deep inside me and brings them close to my lips. “Open.” He commands. Without hesitation, I part my lips, allowing him to slide his fingers into my mouth. My tongue swirls around them, sucking on it like it’s his cock, tasting myself. “Such a Good girl..” He takes it out of my mouth.

With a gentle but firm push, he instructs me to step off the counter, my legs slightly shaking. “Turn around and bend over.” I lean over the counter. Watching him from the mirror in front of me

I feel his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer to him as he positions himself behind me. He pulls my dress up, letting me fully exposed for him. He slaps my ass check hard, making me gasp.

He pulls his grey sweatpants down, revealing his Calvin Klein black boxers with a big bulge underneath it. As his underwear hits the floor, I see his thick dick touching his stomach. Chris strokes himself a few times, his eyes locked on my reflection in the mirror.

“You’ve been fucking teasing me all night long, that slutty dress drives me insane” The more he talks the more I arch my back, needing him, making him smirk. He knows the effect he has on me. He teases my entrance with the tip of his cock before pushing himself completely inside me, making me gasp. “Shit!” I yell.

Chris pulls my hair, pulling my head back as he plunges deeper into me with each thrust. "Stay fucking quiet” I struggle to stay silent with the amount of pleasure I am receiving.

With his free hand, he wraps it around my throat, his fingers squeezing just enough to make me gasp for air. He pounds deep and rough inside me, getting faster at each second. “Chris..” I moan desperately. “I can’t take it anymore.. I’m gonna cum..”

He starts getting more vocal, letting out some moans. "Yeah that’s it.. Cum for me, baby. Let go and cum with me." With one final, powerful thrust, Chris buries himself deep inside me, his hot seed spilling into me. We two finish at the same time.

But before we can even fully catch our breath, there’s a knock on the door, follows by Matt’s voice calling out “"Hey, what's taking you guys so long in there?"

We completely freeze, looking at each other with eyes wide open. “Fuck” I try to compose myself, adjusting my dress and hair. Chris pulls up his sweatpants in a hurry. "Uh, nothing Matt.." He says holding back his moans. "We'll be out in a sec."

“Me and Nick will be waiting at our seats.”

after Chris finishing putting his pants back on, he turns to me, leaning in to press a soft kiss against my lips, like he wasn’t just fucking the shit out of me two seconds ago. “Ready to go back to the restaurant?” I nod.

He kisses me one more time. “Matt ruined everything, but once we get home I will make it up to you okay?” Chris gives me a small peck on my cheek, making me giggle like a little kid. “Humhum..”

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i swear in my head this was better, it’s so shitty

taglist: @chrisloyalgf @sturniolho @daddyslilchickenfingers2 @orangelala

[analysistics]

Y/n needs Chris...

Angst, slight panic attack, pet names, just cuddling, use of "baby"

Chris is in bed, doom scrolling on TikTok, tagging Matt in thirst traps. Y/n is at home in her bed, tossing and turning. She’s asleep, but her brain is on overdrive. Thoughts whip through her head, creating a wicked fever dream. She jolts awake, heart pounding as she sits bolt upright in bed. She gasps for air, eyes darting around the room. She sits there, feeling so small and helpless, curling into herself and starting to cry. Everything swirls around her. Homework, tests, college, life as a whole… She scrambles for her phone, fumbling with it to call Chris. Chris jumps a little when his phone starts to ring, but smiles when he sees it’s y/n. ”Hey, baby.” He smiles. Y/n breathes a small sigh of relief upon hearing her boyfriend’s voice. She sniffles and Chris’s face drops. “Baby.” ”Chris?” She says, her meek voice shaking. ”What’s wrong?” He asks, sitting up. Y/n tries to figure out how to explain, but all that can be heard is her heavy breathing. ”C-c-can’t…” Is all she manages to get out. Chris softens. “Can’t what, baby?” He asks, trying to coax it out of her. She tries to explain, but everytime she starts to try and form words in her head, her chest tightens and she cries harder. Chris can’t stand listening to her cries anymore and flings the covers off of him. “I’m coming, baby. Sit tight, just breathe.” He says, voice firm. She nods, even though he can’t see her, trying to breathe. Chris throws a hoodie on and rushes upstairs to grab his keys and shoes. “Just breathe, you’re okay, sweetheart…” He continues as he makes his way to the car, continuing his sweet nothings as he drives to y/n’s house. He parks on the street and carefully climbs the tree next to her window, tapping on it lightly. Y/n sees him and jumps up, running to the window and unlocking it, pulling it open, and pulling Chris inside. Chris climbs through the window and shuts it behind him, immediately taking his girlfriend in his arms. “It’s okay, baby… I’m here. I’m here, baby.” He whispers, stroking her hair as she cries into his chest. She pulls back and puts her arms up, making grabby hands. Chris’s heart melts and he stoops to pick her up, easily holding her against his chest. She clings to him, her body molding against his so perfectly. He cradles her like she’s the most precious thing in the world, and softly sways with her, gently rocking her side to side, whispering comforting words in her ear. “I’ve got you…. Nothing will happen to you… I’ll keep you safe from everything….Everything’s gonna be okay, baby girl…” Chris’s scent, warmth, and words quickly soothe y/n and she melts into him. He chuckles. “That’s my girl…” Y/n nuzzles into his neck, mumbling; “I love you, Chris.” She says, eyes closed, cheek squished against his shoulder. He coos, his tough guy exterior deteriorating to nothing. He carries her to bed, laying her down, keeping one hand on her thigh while he unties his shoes. He kicks them off and tucks his little girlfriend into the covers, climbing in next to her. She clings onto him, nuzzling her way in. He grins, staring down at y/n. His whole world in his arms, and he’ll do anything to protect her. “Everything will work out…. I’ll make sure of it.” He whispers, giving her a tender kiss on the forehead before drifting off to sleep.

@owensbabygirl request

Here you go! I hope I did a good job!

[etherealsturn]

the first one to make noise loses! — c.s

ⓘ oneshot ᛫ smut with little to no plot ᛫ lowercase intended ₊˚⊹

⟢ english isn't my first language // this is my first time writing smut so i'm really nervous to post this //

⟢ bsf!chris x reader // having sex with your best friend //

⟢ ≈ 1.1k words //

“you sure you're that quiet during sex?” chris teased when you told him that you had never actually moaned for real during sex. you weren't sure how and where the topic popped up from, but it wasn't such a surprise knowing you both loved to switch topics every few seconds.

“well, i didn't just lay there silently, i did moan, but it was always like pretend-” you paused, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you were talking about something so intimate, but you continued anyway, seeing no point in backpedaling now. “like i dunno if the guys i've slept with just weren't good at it or if it's just a me problem—probably a me problem honestly.”

“wanna bet then?” chris suddenly asked, a slow grin plastering on his lips. he was, no doubt, plotting something that was sure to keep him entertained for days.

“bet? on what?” your brows knitted slightly in confusion as you looked at his increasingly mischievous grin. “chris what do you mean?” you pressed on, cocking an eyebrow when he giggled.

“let's have sex.” he finally said, his lips pressing into a toothless grin when he saw your wide-eyed expression, and his eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. “i mean it, let's have sex and the first one to make noise loses!” he exclaimed in between small giggles, obviously having fun seeing you look at him like he had grown a second head.

“what?” you blinked at him, not sure if you were misinterpreting his words or if he actually asked you—his best friend of how many years again? too many to count—to have sex with him and see who makes a sound first. “you're not for real...” you trailed off when you realised that he wasn't backpedalling or saying that he is just fucking with you. oh? so he is being dead serious, isn't he?

despite your shock and surprise, you somehow agreed to the bet. your curiosity, and desire, was far too great for you to resist it.

after the stupid bet was made, you found yourself laying on his bed stark naked with his hefty length shoved deep inside your eager cunt. his hands gripped the underside of your thighs as he kept you, almost, folded in half—your knees on either side of your bouncing tits.

chris barely held back a moan at the way your gummy walls squeezed his length so deliciously. your walls sucked him in greedily whenever he pulled back and your eyes practically rolled back into your skull whenever he thrust deep, and hard, enough to bruise your cervix.

he was biting his lips to suppress the sounds building in his throat as the pleasure consumed his senses, and you were no different despite your initial doubt that he could make you feel good when no one before him had succeeded.

your brows were knitted together and lips slightly parted as you tried your best not to let out the sounds that were bubbling in your throat. your face flushed further when you heard the sound of skin slapping against skin along with the watery squelches of his cock ramming in and out of your absolutely dripping wet sex.

“chris- oh, ffuuuck!” you couldn't take it anymore and moaned out his name. the moan you let out was such a foreign sound to you that, for a split second, you didn't believe it came out of you, but the disbelief was quickly diminished as more of those desperate mewls exited your lips as if the first one had broken a dam.

chris halted mid-thrust, a raspy chuckle escaping him when he realized you had caved in and lost the bet. his lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he increased his pace, one of his hands coming down to draw quick circles on your clit in time with his pounding.

“thaat's it, such a good girl.” chris drawled, grunting with each slam. “moan for me baby, louder.” he groaned, finally letting out his own sounds of pleasure, and just listening to him were enough to drive you crazy.

your moans grew louder and more desperate as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. your lower abdomen felt taut, a knot forming and twisting more and more as he kept dicking you down so good that you swore you saw sparks whenever he hit your sweet spot.

“sh-shit--shit! i'm gonna cum- i'm gonna... oh fuck!” you cried out when you felt your orgasm hit you in strong waves, making your whole body shudder and shake.

chris's breath hitched audibly when he felt your inner muscles milk his cock in quick, rhythmic pulses. “fuuck, i'm s'close- just a little more ma... just a little more.” he almost whined as he fucked you into the mattress, his head ducking down to bury itself in your neck as he let out grunts and groans.

he lost his rhythm when he felt the band in his stomach grow unbearably taut before slowly unraveling into waves of pleasure that ran through his whole body. he slammed into you one last time before starting to thrust shallowly, his hips jerking erratically as he pumped his warm cum deep into your greedy cunt.

after a few seconds, chris finally slumped on top of you, breathing deeply to slow down his heartbeat while also trying not to crush you under his weight, but you found the slight heaviness welcome—almost comforting as you caught your own breath.

“well, well, well, guess who just lost a bet.” chris teased after a while, propping himself on his elbows and looking down at you with a smirk. “guess you weren't so quiet during sex, i mean those were some impressive moans.” he mimicked your moan, earning himself a slap on his arm that turned him into a giggling mess.

you rolled your eyes at his laughter, even as a smile tugged at your lips, finding his giggles awfully adorable. “what will the loser do then? clean your room? do your laundry?” you scoffed despite your obvious amusement at his smug face.

“nope, the loser is gonna have to let me dick her down again 'cause that was the best sex i've ever had and i don't think being best friends will hold me back from having this sweet pussy again.” chris grinned unapologetically, earning a hearty laugh from you.

“you're crazy, but fine, a bet is a bet, plus i can't deny how good that was.” your words made him grin widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

both of you hissed softly when he pulled out, still sensitive from your orgasms. he rolled onto his back and pulled you with him, tucking you into his side as his chin rested on the top of your head, his arm wrapped around your waist.

you and chris talked about random things before drifting off to sleep mid-conversation, cuddling close to each other.

what a cute pair of best friends.

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© etherealsturn

[megameatymatt]

LMAO

[sweetshuga]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was making you feel good.

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

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

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

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

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

You were climaxing, and pretty fucking hard at that.

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

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

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

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

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

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬

"y-yeah—shiit, juuust like tha--mmpfh-ah," chris’ head fell back against the head rest, his eyes almost rolling back as you took him deep down your throat, the tip of his hefty cock nudging against the back of your mouth.

his hand carded through your hair, guiding your movements as you sucked him off expertly, but you were not expecting him to suddenly start to buck his hips—fucking your face while his free hand typed something on his phone.

chris threw his phone somewhere in the backseat before holding your head with both hands. "sorry, mmh--fuck... Matt ’nd Nick said they’re on their way back, need to finish quickly," he rasped, fucking up into your mouth in quick shallow thrusts.

you gagged slightly, eyes watering and hands clutching onto his thighs. "fuuuck, I’m right there, just... just—shit," he moaned, not even caring if he was being too loud.

tears spilled down your cheeks as he continued to face-fuck you until the coils in his abdomen snapped, and he climaxed hard, his whole body shuddering.

he let out a drawn out moan, his hips twitching almost involuntarily as he spilled deep down your throat, holding your head in place to ensure that you were swallowing it all.

chris quickly pulled out and helped you wipe the remnants of his cum off the sides of your lips with tissues before quickly tucking himself back in, fixing his clothes afterwards.

you managed to compose yourself before Matt and Nick got back in the car with a variety of snacks.

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𝐰𝐜. 𝟐𝟓𝟒

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