#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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[analysistics]

GUYS THEY’RE LIVE I CANT BELIEVE IT

I’M WATCHING THEM IN REAL TIME

MATT IS SO FUCKING HOT

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬

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

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

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

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

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𝐰𝐜. 𝟐𝟖𝟒

[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞!]

© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚

[mattsstarlet]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ texts with fwb!chris .ᐟ୨୧

pet names, suggestive language (?)

pt two here.

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

[sweetshuga]

𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺

ⓘ SMUT! ⋆ +𝟏𝟖 ⋆ Fluff ⋆ Obscene descriptions! ⋆ strong language! ⋆ established relationship ⋆ hand fetish (low-key) ⋆ fingering ⋆ pet names ⋆ semi-public – (rough) car.ᐟsex ⋆ size kink ⋆ bulge kink ⋆ keeping quiet (but failing) ⋆ choking kink ⋆ sucking on his fingers? ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ creampie

𝒘𝒄. 𝟐.𝟓 𝒌

𝒂𝒏. In honor of him finally getting his driver’s license, I present to you a filthy car sex. Driver bf.ᐟChris edition!

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

If you want to get straight to the smut simply scroll down until the time skip labeled as '5 minutes later'.

The sky had darkened into beautiful hues of blue and red and you had just taken a shower, ready to laze around since you cleaned the house and ate dinner already.

That was until you got a notification from your boyfriend, Chris.

«𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔»

You chuckled at his impatience and quickly pulled on a hoodie before walking out of your room and down the stairs. Humming to yourself as you felt a smile plastering on your lips at the anticipation of meeting your boyfriend even though you’ve seen him earlier today.

The moment you stepped outside, you were greeted by Chris leaning against the minivan, a grin on his face. He chuckled when he saw your confusion and pushed himself off the minivan and walked towards you, jingling the car keys.

"Uh... You came with Matt?" You were utterly confused when he shook his head no, tilting your head as you looked at the car before looking back at Chris’ booming smile.

Did Chris drive himself here? He doesn’t have a license though?

You were about to say something, but he suddenly pulled out what looked like a driver’s license from his jeans pocket. "Look what I have!" He looked like he was holding back from jumping up and down in excitement, "I finally have a driver’s license!" He laughed as he saw your stunned expression.

After a few seconds, you finally gasped, your reaction delayed, but still in full effect. You took the license from his hand, inspecting it before looking back up to his face with a big smile. "Oh my fucking... You really did it!" You squealed, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as you pulled him into a tight hug.

"I’m so proud of you baby," you pecked all over his face, eliciting giggles from Chris.

Chris’ arms wrapped around your waist with the same tightness, his heart pounding and chest filling with warmth as he saw just how happy you were for him.

He sighed softly in contentment, burying his face in your slightly damp hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo before whispering "I wanted you to be the first to know."

That made your heart skip a beat.

"So, Mr. Driver, you gonna take your girlfriend for a ride?" You pulled back slightly, grinning up at him. "Oh, that’s exactly what I was planning, jus’ a cute little ride, ’promise." He winked, making you laugh.

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You’ve been driving around with Chris for a good thirty minutes now, listening to songs and singing along.

At first, you didn’t pay much attention to his hand snaking its way onto your thigh. "Chris, keep both hands on the wheel please." He simply chuckled, muttering an 'alright' as he took his hand away, but it was back on your upper thigh not even a minute later.

His hand inched towards the hem of your short cotton shorts, his pinky slipped under it for a second – grazing the edge of your panties – before his hand caressed its way back down to your knee.

You pretended that it didn’t make your stomach flutter. You don’t want him to know how needy you were for his touch, he was driving, after all.

Despite your attempt at hiding the small changes in your body, Chris took notice of it rather quickly, a mischievous grin making its way onto his lips.

"You’re squirmin’ a lot ma, sum’ wrong?" He asked innocently, glancing at you briefly before looking back at the road, mentally noting to himself of your flushed face. "Or is it hot in the car? Should I open the windows?"

"Y-yeah, just a bit, thanks, it’s a bit hot in here," you chuckled nervously, taking off your hoodie.

He glanced at your figure after you took the oversized fresh love off, now sitting in a tank top that had a little too low of a neckline and as much as he loved seeing you in his brand, it was safe to say that he didn’t mind seeing a bit more skin.

Not at all.

He let out a low whistle, "Damn, you trynna kill me? Here I am, being a gentleman and trying to drive straight, but stripping beside me when you know I can’t do anything ’bout it is low babe." He spoke in a faux serious tone, "what if I crash us?"

He couldn’t contain his laugh when he glanced at your flabbergasted expression, heartily laughing as he drove.

Chris looked back at the road, letting out small giggles as he caressed your thigh. "Chill, I’m jus’ fuckin’ around, I’m a good driver alright," he grinned. Taking his eyes off the road for a split second to smile at you before looking forward again.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 𝟓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

You don’t know how he convinced you, but he, somehow, did and was now fingering you while driving. His long digits moved languidly inside your soaked pussy as he steered the wheel with one hand.

The wet squelches filled the car along with your soft moans and whimpers.

"Chris," you whined when he curled his fingers upwards, rubbing that spot inside you that made you buck your hips against his hand.

"Shhh-- baby, you’re doin’ good, jus’ relax yeah?" he cooed, chuckling quietly to himself at the way your pussy seemed to greedily suck his fingers in, not wanting to let go despite your half-hearted protests.

He hummed softly as he looked around for an empty parking lot, his fingers still moving inside you, but a bit faster now.

"Oh," your head fell back against the headrest, hands coming down to hold his arm as he fingered you. "Feels so good–mffh–baby, shit— right there!" You keened, breath hitching and hips moving in rhythm with his fingers as you got closer.

Chris finally found a deserted parking lot and took his fingers out of you to drive into it, leaving you whining at the loss in the passenger seat.

He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, and yours, after parking it in the farthest corner, just in case.

"Alright, ma, how d’ya want it? On top of me, or me on top of you?" You hummed, "mm, since we’ve got plenty of space in the backseat..." you trailed off, the implications clear in your words.

Chris chuckled when he understood what you wanted, "alright then, missionary it is." He grinned as he got out of the car and got back in through the sliding door.

You took off your shoes and climbed into the backseat, immediately straddling Chris with a teasing smile. "So, Mr. Driver, won’t you show me a good ride?" Chris laughed at your words, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Oh wow," he chuckled before continuing, "yeah? you wan’ me to show you a good ride?" He grinned, his canines showing. "Trust me, I can do that, and much more." In one swift motion, you were under him in the backseat. His hands were planted on either side of your head and hips flush against yours.

His hands left the headrest and moved down to your cotton shorts, teasing the waistband. "Aw, you didn’t even wear that much, tsk—such skimpy clothing," he smirked, pulling down the waistband. "Up." He commanded and you complied without another word, lifting your hips slightly so he could pull it further down.

"Good girl," he chuckled, "Y’like it when I take control like this don’cha?" Chris tilted his head when you looked away, trying to catch your eyes.

Your face burned from equal parts embarrassment and shyness, but you couldn’t deny it.

You liked it, after all.

"Hm? Cat got your tongue baby? You’re awfully quiet today, too surprised?" He chuckled, gently tilting your head back forward.

"Look at me, and don’t look away, alright ma?" He waited until you nodded and slowly unbuckled his belt, teasingly slow on purpose. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the small needy sound that escaped your lips as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

His breathing pattern changed drastically and so did his movements, he was quick to step out of his jeans, the earlier teasing all gone due to his own need.

Chris pulled down his boxer briefs, letting his hefty length spring out and bob obscenely. You gulped audibly when you saw his raging red tip, his shaft standing tall and proud at attention.

He gave himself a few slow pumps, giving you a small show, groaning softly as he did so. "Fuck, wanna— no, ’need be inside you so bad, can I?" He leaned in and whispered in your ear in that low tone you loved so much.

All you could honestly do was nod, mumbling a small 'yeah'.

Chris smiled and pulled your underwear down and off your legs. "So pretty," he whispered, his pupils blown wide as his eyes zeroed in on your sopping cunt. He grasped his length in one hand and guided it to your pussy.

You were all wet and aching just for him.

That thought alone did numbers on Chris, making his cock twitch in his own hands as he licked his lips, wetting them. He teased you, and himself, by running the tip of his cock up and down your slit, collecting your juices and coating himself with it.

He let out a relieved sigh when he finally pushed the tip inside, both of you moaning lowly at the pleasure it brought. He pushed slowly, letting you adjust to his size until he bottomed out, his pelvis rubbing slightly against your swollen nub.

"Ha, fuckin’ tight as always," he breathed out, his words sounded like he was intoxicated. Well, he was basically intoxicated, by you that is, and the feeling of your velvet walls fluttering around his aching shaft did nothing to help.

Chris gently wrapped your legs around his waist before starting to move his hips, drawing out until only the tip is inside before slamming back into the limit of your pussy, hitting your cervix roughly.

You let out a loud, involuntarily, moan, making him push him fingers in your mouth to silence you. "Suck," he demanded, and you obliged, sucking on his fingers like it was his dick.

His hips slammed against yours with each brutal thrust, each one more intense than the last. You moaned against his fingers, still sucking on it diligently as you looked up at him with slightly teary eyes.

The sight was a bit too much for Chris.

He groaned and closed his eyes for a moment to stay composed and not lose control completely, but it was far too late. The moment he opened his eyes, he took out his fingers from your mouth and instead wrapped it around your neck.

Chris’ cock pistoned in and out of you like a jackhammer, fucking you roughly in the backseat as he chocked you. "Yeah ma, fuckin’ scream my name f’me, let every-fucking-one hear who’s taking you like this." He growled near your ear.

You chocked out a noise in between a moan and a gasp, the pleasure threatening to consume you whole.

His gaze fell down and he let out a loud groan, "Fu—ck, y’see this? See how fuckin’ well you’re taking me baby?" His free hand reached down to press on the clear bulge forming on your lower abdomen from his dick.

Fuck, did he love how big he was, how he could stretch you out and even form a bulge like this.

You were too consumed by the pleasure coursing through your entire being to acknowledge his words. Every thrust brought you closer to that euphoric feeling, and the bands in your stomach grew taut and ready to snap any moment as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

"Chris–oh, I’m so close, so close— gonna cum!" You mewled, hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders to ground yourself as he kept the rhythm, his pace not faltering one bit.

Chris’ veiny hand left your throat and flew down to rub quick swipes on your swollen, slick clit. The pleasure was too much, too good, thus pushing you over the edge as you cried out.

His breath hitched when he felt your pussy throbbing and spasming around his length. The feeling of your cunt squeezing and sucking him in at the same time, along with your moans of pure ecstasy, were his undoing.

He buried his face in your neck, moaning your name when he felt his own orgasm crash over him. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

His hips jerked and twitched as he spilled his seed deep in your quivering pussy, still moving slowly and prolonging both your highs.

After a few seconds, Chris slumped on top of you, panting softly as he kept his face nuzzled in your neck, arms loosely wrapped around your waist. He left soft kisses on your shoulder and neck, his lips grazing and trailing your skin as he caught his breath.

Both your bodies shuddered with aftershocks.

"Don’t wanna pull out," he sighed, "I guess I’ve to huh?" He grumbled under his breath as he slowly sat upright, but not before you pulled him closer to whisper in his ear "I’ll let you cockwarm later."

Chris chuckled, his grin widening as he caressed your thighs. "Yeah? You’ll lemme stay in here longer?" He slowly pulled out, both of you hissing at the sensitivity.

"I’ll take ya up on that offer, sounds nice, and warm." He said as he took some wet wipes from the center console and started to wipe your inner thighs. You chuckled at his words, letting him help you clean up.

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You two finally finished fixing your clothes, still slightly breathless and faces flushed from exertion and well, sex.

"Matt’s gonna kill us if he finds out we fucked in the car." Chris said, chuckling as he opened the windows to get rid of the smell of sex lingering in the car.

"Definitely can’t tell him," you did a zipping motion on your lips before rummaging through the backseat and pulled out a bottle of perfume that you left for emergency situations and sprayed it everywhere.

"Woah, kid, where the fuck did you get that?" Chris doubled over in laughter. "You jus’ pulled a Nick right there," he cackled between words, making you chuckle as well.

After a few minutes of laughing, he finally calmed down, a wide grin on his face. "Alright, let’s head back, yeah?" He pecked your lips and pulled out his phone to text Matt and Nick that you were coming and quickly put it back in his pocket and opened the van door.

He stepped out, closed the door and walked towards the driver’s side and got inside, watching as you climbed back onto the passenger seat, both of you buckling your seatbelts.

"Alright, m’lady, and my passenger princess now," he grinned, his canines showing. "Ready to go home and cuddle?" He took your hand in his and planted a chaste kiss on the back of it, smiling against your hand as you agreed.

He put the car in gear and sped off into the night, singing along to your favorite songs and sharing soft touches.

𓆩♡𓆪

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[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

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[megameatymatt]

Wet Dreams - Matt Sturniolo

"Now i'm in your wet dreams. You said don't know what it means. Now all you wanna do is sleep. Let me show you what it means"

WARNINGS: innocent!reader x Matt, smut, slight fluff, cussing

A/N: Feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! ok bye

requested?: nope

word count: 1,128

Pink: Y/n

purple: Matt

You and Matt have been best friends for what feels like forever. He's been there for you during your lowest and highest moments. Nothing can come between you two; he would never let it happen. You tell each other everything—you know all his secrets, and he knows all of yours.

Except for one.

"You wake up in a sweat. You wake up, and you're wet, mmm"

Your eyes shoot open as you wake up in your bed. Your body burning up, and your palms are sweaty. Your heart races as you quickly look beside you. You sigh in relief; it was just a dream.

You slowly sit up and feel a warm, sticky sensation between your legs. Your cheeks are bright red as you replay the events of your lustful dream with Matt. Out of everyone, your erotic dream had to be about you and your best friend.

Your phone buzzes, pulling you out of your trance.

You glance at your phone, your heart still racing, and you see Matt’s name flash on the screen. A mix of excitement and embarrassment swells in your chest. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if he somehow sensed your dream. Taking a deep breath, you swipe to answer.

“Morning!” His voice happy and calm

“G'morning Matt…” you reply, trying to keep your tone casual. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you still want to grab lunch today?”

Your mind races. Spending time with him feels terrifying after that dream. “Sure, sounds good,” you say, attempting to sound nonchalant.

“Great! I'll pick you up soon.”

“Okay, see you soon, Matt.” You hang up and feel a flutter in your stomach. You know you must shake off the dream, but it lingers like a vivid secret between you.

"I've got you wrapped around my hands, and, fine, you got me too The world knows all your secrets, only I know the whole truth"

You sit in Matt's passenger seat as the playlist you two share blares through the speaker. You cant seem to take your mind off the lewd dream of yours. I mean, it's not like you hated the idea. But loosing matt to an intimate moment was never something you wanted to happen. So you bottled up your feelings and stored them away.

“You good there, Y/n?" The way he says your name, you can't help but think of the way he was moaning it in your dream. You force yourself to snap back into reality. "What do you mean?" He turns to look at you, "You look like a dear in headlights over there, tell me whats wrong".

You chuckle nervously, trying to brush off his concern. “I’m fine! Just a little tired, I guess.”

Matt raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “You sure? You know you can tell me anything.”

His sincerity pulls at your heartstrings, making you even more aware of the line you’re trying to walk. You shift in your seat, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again. “Yeah, really. Just had a weird dream.”

“A weird dream, huh?” He grins, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Care to share?”

Your face is burning up again. He's stoped at a red light, looking at you, waiting for an answer.

"Of you and i" You say hesitantly avoiding his eyes. "Yeah? And what were we doing?" he says taking your hand an caressing it slightly.

You feel the same wetness you woke up with as your stomach starts to flip. "I-i don't know" you say. He takes your chin and turns your head to face him. "You had your head, b-between my thighs."

He smirks, "You been havin' wet dreams of me, doll?" he says taking a strand of your hair behind you ear. By instinct, you squeeze your thighs together.

"Lemme show you what it means"

You don't even know how things got here. All you know is that Matt has pulled over in some field, and you're in the backseat of his car with your legs over his shoulders. Just like your dream

"You sure you want this baby?" You shyly nod. "Matt, I just, I've never done this before." "I know, baby, I know. I'll go real slow, okay?" again as he presses his lips against yours. "Tell me when you want me to stop, and I'll stop, okay?" You nod eagerly, desperate to feel his lips on yours again.

"Fuck, i've needed this for so long Y/n, you're so beautiful". His lips move down your neck as he sucks it, leaving his mark on you. You let out a moan and tug on his hair.

He lifts up your skirt and pulls off your panties. The exposure causes you to whimper and close your legs. He simply spreads them back open and just admires you.

He lowers down kissing your inner thighs before licking up the middle of your slick folds.

You immediately arch your back and accidentally squish his head between your thighs. "Matt," You whine. He smiles "You're okay, sweetheart, I've got you".

His mouth on your pussy feels like pure bliss. He kitty licks your clit and then sucks it, causing you to arch again. You gasp, "Gosh Matt-oh my- oh my gosh.' You moan uncontrollably. Your hand flies down to grab a fist full of his shaggy brown hair in an attempt to push him away.

You feel a knot in your stomach. "Matt!" you yell, trying to get his attention. He looks up to see your other hand on your lower stomach.

"You gonna cum? Come for me, princess," he says, using his fingers to rub circles on your clit. "How?" You say, whining. "Just let go," he says before he goes back to sucking on your clit.

Your moaning is mixed with Matt's; the sound fills the car. Your eyes roll back as you feel it. You cum, squirting it all over Matt. He wastes no time and licks it all up, looking back up at you with a proud smirk.

Your legs are shaking and your back is arched off the seat. You open your eyes to see Matt's staring right back at you, admiring his work.

"Fuck Matt" you say, feeling your heart. "So good you swore huh?" you smile. "i love you" If your cheeks weren't red before, they definitely were now. "I love you too Matt" You say shocked. "Let's get you home so i can clean you up"

"Well, tell me more, nothing less"

The two of you decided to spend the rest of the night snuggled in your bed, watching a movie. "Matt?" You look up at him. "yes, pretty?" You smile. "Thank you." He smirks and rolls his eyes.

"Just let me know when you have a 'weird dream' again"

Taglist: @sturnobsessedwh0re

[sturniqlo]

Launch- C.S

summary: Chris and influencer!Y/n try to keep their relationship private as much as they can, but eventually they soft launch their relationship on social media

cw: none!

social media au

authors note: tysm for 100 followers!!! heres my gift to you all since i loved making my last social media au

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fan03: is that chris? fan2928: chris?????? fan73: okay soft launch😛 hater01: leave chris alone. fan62: the fact that she replied to that comment says everythinggg fan28: wait, what if it's not chris?

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[chaosisalwayscrying]

SLEEPTALKIN’

⇥ synopsis : 3 times chris heard you talking in your sleep

⇥ warnings : none!! fluff fluff fluff

⇥ extra : my first writing in a hot minute, please dont crucify me if its bad 😕 feel free to send me requests if you actually like my writing 😇

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  by the time chris and his brothers came back from filming, you were already asleep. chris came in the room quietly, shuffling out of his uggs and tugging his shirt over his head. he was beyond ready to just lay down with his girl, he and nick had argued which already annoyed chris, but matt had just egged it on and annoyed him even more.

putting his thoughts to the side, chris lifts up his comforter and crawls in bed with you, wrapping an arm around you as you lay on your stomach. he hears your mumble something unintelligible, making him hum and press a kiss to your cheek. chris shuffles his phone out from his pocket, planning to do a bit of scrolling on tiktok or instagram, whatever gets him tired faster.

   after about ten minutes, chris' eyes were drooping and he was fighting to keep them open. he rolled onto his other side to put his phone down, and when he rolls back over, so do you. you turn over so abruptly your hand flies out and accidentally backhands him. chris opened his mouth to make a snarky comment, but paused when he heard you mumble something.

   "chrissy...?"

   it was barely a whisper, but it makes chris move the arm that was resting on his face back to a comfortable position and whisper back to you. "im right here ma, im right here," he whispers it into your hair, pressing a kiss there after.

   you hum in content, still in a deep sleep. chris leans over once more to make sure youre still sleeping before tucking into your back and going to sleep himself.

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you had been sick for the past three days, the bug that had spread through your friends ended up getting you too. and after throwing up your breakfast, you practically begged chris to just get back in bed and nap with you, too tired to stick to the plans you had for the day.

that had been over an hour ago, and chris was still wide awake as you slept on him, not that he was complaining. despite your sickness and willingness to sleep all day, just laying down with you while you napped was good enough for chris.

you beginning to mumble something snapped chris out of his trance, allowing him to listen to what you were saying.

“love you, chrissy..”

you mumble, curling into your boyfriend a little more. this caused chris to brush your hair from your face and press a kiss to your head before returning the sentiment.

“love you too ma, get some rest”

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you had decided to sleep in chris’ room as he filmed a fortnite video, which proved to be a mistake as he was extremely loud. you expected him to tone it down a little since you were in there, but he had apparently forgotten all about you.

it wasnt until he got up to take a bathroom break that he saw you under the covers, eyebrows furrowed as you had a frown on your face. guilt washed over him, and despite the fact you were a heavy sleeper, he knew his noise was affecting your dreams, which in turn affected the quality of sleep you got.

once be had used the bathroom, chris came out and knelt on your side of the bed, planning on soothing the frustration on your face before going back to filming.

he rubbed your cheek, which normally eased the tension on your face but it hadn’t this time. he barely caught your mumbles over the new sound of his brothers calling his name loudly through the call, but he managed.

“stop bein’.. so loud chris”

you grumble, obviously still sleeping as a light snore followed your words. chris frowned, pressing a kiss on the bridge of your nose before replying.

“sorry ma, gonna be more quiet” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before returning to his gaming setup. this time around, chris was 110% more focused on his noise level and how rowdy he got, not wanting to actually wake up his girl.

[slut4matt8383]

hmm…let me think..

[chrissminipizzas]

Daddy is all I have to say

[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

୨୧

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..”

୨୧

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

taglist: @chrisloyalgf @sturniolho @daddyslilchickenfingers2 @orangelala

[analysistics]

WHY ARE PEOPLE NOT LOSING THEIR MINDS OVER THIS???? HIS WAIST!!!!

🥵🥵🥵🥵😩😩😩😩

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

SFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Chris and Y/N, once inseparable best friends, have grown distant as Chris’s fame with his two brothers keeps him constantly on the move. After months of barely seeing each other, Chris finally manages to carve out some time and invites Y/N to escape the pressures of his high-profile life. They venture to a secluded natural haven, where a serene river winds through the landscape, surrounded by lush greenery and the calm of the countryside.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐀𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. It had been months since I last saw Chris, and the distance between us had been palpable. He walked ahead of me, his hands buried in his pockets, expertly leading the way to some distant spot I'd never visited before.

“Where are we going, Chris?” I asked, breaking the silence.

Chris glanced over his shoulder, a sly smile playing on his lips. “You'll see,” he replied mysteriously. His cryptic response only served to pique my curiosity.

We continued walking, the soft crunch of gravel beneath our feet the only sound besides the gentle rustling of the leaves. The tranquility of the surroundings was almost magical, with the sun casting long shadows through the trees.

After a while, we arrived at a remote clearing, hidden among the foliage. The view was breathtaking— a rushing river cut through the landscape, surrounded by vibrant green grass and wildflowers. It was almost like we had stumbled upon a secret paradise, untouched by the outside world.

“We're here,” Chris stated simply, gesturing for me to take a seat on a large rock nearby. I obliged, looking around in awe at the peaceful surroundings. For a while, we just sat there, enjoying the silence, the sound of the river filling the air.

“It's beautiful,” I finally said, feeling a pang of nostalgia as I glanced at Chris.

Chris leaned back, his eyes fixed on the river, a thoughtful expression on his face. He looked different somehow, more mature than when I'd seen him last. The weight of fame and responsibility seemed to hang upon him like an invisible mantle.

“I’ve missed this.” he confessed, his voice quiet. He picked up a small rock, skipping it across the surface of the river. The sound of the splashing water seemed to break the tension between us.

I couldn’t help but agree with him, the peacefulness of our surroundings was a much-needed reprieve from the chaos of the world. I turned to look at Chris.

As I looked at his face, I realized how much he had changed. The childish roundness of his cheeks had subsided, replaced by sharper contours that outlined his masculine features. The freckles that covered his face as a kid were still there but had faded into a mere dusting across his nose. His jawline, now more defined, was a testament to the maturity he had gained over the past years.

There was something else too, something that went beyond the physical changes. A certain intensity in his eyes, a quiet authority in his demeanor that hadn't been there before. It was both familiar and foreign at the same time.

Chris seemed to sense my unease. He turned to look at me, his gaze meeting mine. For a moment, we just looked at each other, the silence between us speaking volumes. There was so much unsaid, so much to be addressed, but neither of us knew where to begin.

The sun was starting to set, casting a golden hue over the landscape. The river, now a sparkling ribbon of light, seemed to reflect the turmoil in my mind. I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts, but before I could say anything, Chris spoke up.

“I missed you,” he confessed, his tone blunt and honest. His words caught me off guard, the raw emotion behind them surprising me. I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat growing.

Chris shifted on the rock, his expression turning serious. “I really did miss you, Y/N,” he said, his voice quiet but intense. “And I regret not doing anything about it. Not reaching out. I just... I got caught up in everything.”

I sighed, feeling the weight of Chris's regret. “Don't beat yourself up, Chris,” I said, offering a small, reassuring smile. “It's fine.”

Chris shook his head, his expression growing solemn. “It's not fine,” he retorted, his voice edged with regret. “We stopped talking because of me. And yet, here you are, still willing to give me the time of day after months of silence.”

I didn't know what to say. His words echoed my own thoughts, the unspoken truth between us laid bare. I looked down at my hands, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

Chris picked up his fitted hat and ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “I don't deserve it, Y/N. I don't deserve you being this understanding all the time.”

I looked up, meeting his gaze. I could see the guilt and self-disappointment etched in his features, and it pained me to see him like that.

“Chris, stop,” I stated firmly. “You can't keep carrying this guilt. It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to me. We're both here now, aren’t we?”

He looked at me, his eyes searching my face for a moment. He exhaled, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

“We are,” he said finally, his voice laced with resignation. “But it doesn't change the fact that I let us drift apart.”

Chris let out a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I let my feelings get involved too,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. The confession hung in the air like a confession, the truth finally spoken out loud.

I felt the weight of his words sink in, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. So it wasn't just his growing fame that had caused the distance between us. There was more to it, something deeper.

“What do you mean?” I managed to ask, my voice quivering slightly.

Chris closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. When he opened them again, his gaze was intense, filled with unspoken emotions.

“I'm in love with you,” he confessed, his voice shaky but determined. “I've been trying to deny it, to convince myself it's just a passing feeling. But the more I tried to ignore it, the more it consumed me.”

“I was scared,” he continued, his voice filled with pain and guilt. “I didn't know what to do. So I just... I just pushed you away. I thought if I kept my distance, it would go away. But it didn't. It only made me miss you more.”

Chris shook his head, looking at me with a mixture of pain and regret. “It wasn't the fame that pushed me away from you, Y/N,” he confessed, his tone filled with anguish. “It was me. It was me that pushed myself away. I let my fears and insecurities get the best of me, and I let them ruin what we had.”

“I was so stupid,” he continued, his voice hoarse. “I couldn't accept the way I felt about you, and instead of being honest with you or even myself, I just shut you out. I can't even begin to tell you how much I regret that.”

I could see the raw emotion in his eyes, the self-hatred and regret clear in his expression. It pained me to see him like this, to know that I had been collateral damage in his struggle to come to terms with his own feelings.

As Chris spoke, revealing the pain and regret he had been carrying, I instinctually reached out, my hand finding his forearm. The gesture was more a reflex than anything, a silent assurance that I was there, listening.

Chris stopped speaking, surprised by the contact. I pulled him closer, gently tugging on his arm until he was standing between my legs, looking down at me.

The proximity, the rawness of the moment, made my heart pound in my chest. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the battle between fear and desire. He must've felt it too, that magnetic pull that had always existed between us but had been hidden behind layers of denial and confusion.

“Y/N,” he muttered, his voice a whisper. “I don't deserve this. I don't deserve your understanding, your forgiveness.”

I shook my head, my hand reaching up to touch his face, my fingertips tracing the sharp angles of his jaw. “It's not about what you deserve, Chris,” I replied, my voice gentle, yet firm. “It's about what we both feel.”

Chris leaned into my touch, his eyes closing as if he was savoring the contact. A moment of silence passed between us, the only sound the rushing of the river and our intertwined breaths. It was a moment of vulnerability, of honesty, and it was more intimate than I could've imagined.

I couldn't help but admire him as he stood there, the fading sunlight casting a golden glow over his features. Time seemed to stand still as I traced the familiar contours of his face, the sharp lines of his jaw, the scattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks, the soft curve of his lips.

“You know,” I murmured, my fingers gently tracing his jawline, “I’ve always enjoyed admiring your face”

My eyes roamed over his face, mapping out every feature, every detail. Like a treasure map, each freckle and contour held a story. “Your face is a canvas,” I whispered, my voice soft, filled with affection. “Each line, each freckle, each curve a unique brushstroke, telling tales of laughter and sorrow, joy and pain.”

My fingers continued their gentle journey, tracing his lips now, the soft skin warm under my touch. “And these,” I added, my thumb brushing over his lower lip. “These are the curves that could make poets write sonnets.”

I smiled up at him, my fingers continuing their soft caress over his face. His eyes, now focused on mine, were a mesmerizing shade of blue— the deep, bottomless blue of a summer sky on a clear day.

“Your eyes,” I confessed, my voice a whisper, “I’ve always admired them the most. And when I miss you, when you're not around, I always remember them. How they used to look into mine when we laughed, when we talked, when we shared moments of silence.”

His eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and tenderness in them. I could see the effect my words were having on him, the way his gaze intensified, becoming even more captivating in the golden light of the setting sun.

“Whenever I closed my eyes,” I continued, my fingers now tracing his eyebrows, “Whenever I felt lonely, your eyes would flash into my mind, reminding me of what 'home' felt like.”

Chris swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving mine. The raw sincerity in my words was making him emotional, his guard dropping further with each passing moment.

I cupped his face in my hands now, my touch gentle yet possessive. “You know, you've always been my safe haven,” I confessed softly, my thumbs caressing his cheeks. “Your eyes, your presence, everything about you has always been my source of comfort.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch, as if trying to soak in my words, my touch, my presence. I could feel the shift in him, the walls coming down, the vulnerability and rawness in his expression now completely exposed.

“Promise me something,” I murmured, my voice barely above a breath, my heart racing.

Chris opened his eyes again, the deep blue now swimming with a mix of emotions. “Anything,” he breathed out, his voice hoarse.

I took a deep breath, my gaze locking onto his. “Promise me you won't push me away again,” I stated, my tone firm. “Promise me you won't run from what you feel. From what I feel.”

Chris nodded, a silent promise in his eyes. He reached up, covering my hands with his own, his touch as gentle as his voice. “I promise,” he vowed, the words a solemn oath.

Chris leaned closer, his face inches from mine. The air between us was charged with tension and unspoken words, the weight of our feelings hanging over us like a tangible force. His eyes, still fixed on mine, were now dark and intense, full of a desire that he was finally allowing himself to feel.

He moved closer, our breaths intertwining, the space between us almost non-existent.

His gaze darted down to my lips, then back up to my eyes, a question in his eyes, a hesitation. I could see the internal struggle within him, the need to close the gap between us battling with whatever fears still held him back.

I held his gaze, my eyes steady and sure. A silent confirmation, a permission.

That was all the encouragement he needed. With a soft exhale, he leaned in, closing the gap. The moment our lips touched, it was like a spark had gone off. All the tension, the months of longing and denied desire, exploded into this single, sweet, tender kiss.

The world around us faded into the background, the only thing I could focus on was the feel of his lips against mine, the way our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly. It wasn't just a kiss, it was like finally coming home after a long, lonely journey.

His hand moved to my cheek, cradling my face gently, his thumb tracing the contour of my jaw, his touch both tender and desperate. The kiss deepened, our mouths moving together in a silent, intimate dance.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, our bodies now pressing against each other. The world could've ended at this moment, and I wouldn't have cared. All that mattered was the feel of him against me, the taste of him on my lips.

The kiss continued, each second bringing us even closer together, the last barriers falling away amidst the sound of the river's soft current and the rustling of the trees. Time seemed to stand still as our emotions swirled around us like the sunlight through the leaves, bright, warm, and all-consuming.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we slowly pulled apart, breaths mingling, our foreheads resting against each other. The world came back into focus, the sounds of nature grounding us in reality again. We stayed like that for a moment, savoring the aftermath of that one, perfect kiss.

Chris pulled back slightly, his gaze fixated on my face. A soft smile curved his lips as he looked at me, his eyes taking in every feature, from my messy hair to my flushed cheeks.

“God, you're beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere. His fingers traced the line of my jaw, then moved upwards, gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from my face.

Chris stopped his admiring for a moment, his eyes finally settling on mine. The intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming, the depth of his emotions now completely laid bare.

“I love you.”

The words slipped out, raw, honest, and completely unfiltered. “I think I've always loved you. I just was too scared to admit it to myself, let alone to you.”

He took a deep breath, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw again, his touch gentle and tender. “All those months of pushing you away,” he continued, his voice thick with regret, “All those times I convinced myself I didn't feel anything... it was all a lie. A lie I told myself so I could avoid confronting what I really felt for you.”

His hand rested on my cheek now, his palm warm against my skin. “But I can't lie anymore,” he murmured, his voice a whisper. “I can't keep running from this, from us. I love you, Y/N. I love you so goddamn much.”

The words hung in the air, the weight of their meaning sinking in for both of us. I reached up, covering his hand with my own, leaning into his touch. I could feel the truth of his words in the rapid beat of his heart, the sincerity in his eyes, and the way he held me as if I was the most precious thing in his world.

“I love you too, Chris,”

I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. “And I always have. Through all the distance and the silence, my love for you never faded, it only grew stronger.”

He pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tightly against his chest. “I don't deserve you,” he murmured against my hair, his voice filled with a mix of joy and lingering guilt. “After everything, you should hate me. But you don't.”

I chuckled softly, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Shut up and kiss me."

Chris' eyes widened for a moment, surprised by my demand. But then he smiled, a wide, genuine smile that lit up his face. Without another word, he obliged, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was both eager and tender, all at once.

Without breaking the kiss, Chris wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off the rock as effortlessly as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his hips, our bodies now pressed against each other, the space between us nonexistent.

I pulled back slightly, a playful smile on my lips. “Mr Commitment Issues is confessing his love to me now?”

Chris rolled his eyes, but he was clearly amused by my remark, a smirk playing on his lips. “You're going to hold that over my head, aren't you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I replied, grinning up at him. “I'm never letting you forget that you actually said the words ‘I love you.’I thought pigs would start flying before that ever happened.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. “Well, I guess miracles do happen,” he murmured, gently cupping my face in his hands. “Because here I am, committing the ultimate sin for a man with commitment issues.”

“And what sin is that, exactly?” I asked, my tone still playful. He leaned in, his lips hovering just above mine, his eyes dark and intense.

“The sin of being completely and utterly in love with you,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

Chris leaned in, his forehead resting against mine. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke, sending a flutter through my heart.

I smiled, my fingers gently running through the hairs at the back of his neck. “I love you too,” I replied, my voice a soft, whispered murmur against his lips.

Before he could say anything else, I pulled him closer, our lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss, our unspoken confessions hanging in the air around us.

The kiss was like a declaration, a confirmation of everything we had just confessed to each other. Our lips moved together, our breaths mingling, our bodies pressed closely. The sound of the river faded into the background, leaving only the steady beat of our hearts and the softness of our whispered ‘I love you’s’ echoing between us.

[mattsstarlet]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ texts with fwb!chris pt. two .ᐟ୨୧

pet names, suggestive language (?)

pt one here.

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note: this took me forever to finish bc i’ve been sick but she’s here. i’m so happy u guys liked the first part. 🤗

i also wouldn’t mind if u guys wanna talk abt fwb!chris in my asks 🤭

[sweetshuga]

✰ 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 ✧

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. «𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆»

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. English is not my first language!

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕... loves to see your cock-drunk face as he pounds into you while hugging your thighs with your back flush against the fogged up mirror.

𝒘𝒄. 337

✰ Matt’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he held your thighs tightly, your legs up in the air on one side of his shoulders and his arms wrapped in an iron grip around them—rendering you immobile. Your moans echoed throughout the bathroom as he pulled your hips forward, changing the angle and every thrust from him hit the spot inside you that made your toes curl. Your hands scrambled to hold onto anything you could, your shoulders flush against the fogged up mirror behind you. The overwhelming pleasure making your mind go numb.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓... You had just gotten out of the shower when he suddenly walked in. Matt’s face flushed when he saw your naked form, even though he’s seen it plenty of times by now. "Sorry—" you chuckled when you heard the slightly panicked tone, "hey, it’s fine, should’ve locked the door, but since Chris and Nick are out I thought it was alright, no?" He nodded slowly, his eyes raking over your body appreciatively before snapping back up to your face. A sheepish grin plastered on his lips as he shifted his weight on one leg, trying to discreetly hide the growing arousal in his pants. You raised your eyebrows, noticing the telltale signs of his desire right away.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕... You struggled to keep your eyes from rolling back as he worked his magic. The thick head of his length hit spots that made you let out sounds even you didn’t know you could make. The sounds of your pleasure spurred him on, grunting in exertion as he surged forward with renewed vigor. Determined to please you. "Fu—ck sweets, you feel me?" His arm left your thighs, and with gentle fingers, pressed on the bulge appearing and disappearing on your abdomen from his cock. His gaze momentarily shifted from your stomach to your face, a groan leaving his lips when he saw the look of pure ecstasy on your face. "Look at you, so fucking drunk on my dick, mffh—" ✰

𓆩♡𓆪

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔... loves when your ass recoils against his hips when he pounds into you from behind, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulling on it until you look up at your fucked-dumb reflection in the mirror.

𝒘𝒄. 362

✧ Chris groaned lowly as he drew back before slamming hard into you. Your backside recoiled from the force and your legs trembled, loud moans spewing out of your parted lips. He bit his lips, putting his hand on the small of your back and firmly pressing on it. The edge of the countertop in front of your upper thighs only made it easier for him to go as deep as he wanted without your body bouncing away. Your eyes rolled back in your skull before closing shut and reopening a few seconds later, widened like saucers when he increased his pace. Your hand travelled back in a futile attempt to slow him down, your moans nothing short of pornographic.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓... Nick and Matt had gone to get food. They did ask you if you wanted to tag along, but you just wanted to stay in and Chris being Chris, your sweet boyfriend, decided to stay home with you. As much as you wanted to keep cuddling with your boyfriend on the couch – cozied up in blankets – you really had to pee. And so, you disentangled yourself from Chris with a heavy sigh, "I’ll be right back, gotta piss." You could hear him chuckling and shouting an "okay" from his place on the couch as you walked towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, you heard the bathroom door opening while you washed your hands. A pair of hands pushing you down to bend over the counter.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕... Chris’ free hand tangled in your locks, gripping it into a make-shift ponytail before pulling on it. Your head involuntarily leaned back, your thoroughly-pleasured expression reflecting in the mirror. Chris’ pace quickened, the sound of wet squelching filling the air as he pounded into your sopping pussy from behind. "Look at that, baby," he cooed as he saw your face in the mirror, "look at yourself, the fucked dumb look on your face." He grunted as he pulled your hair with more force, making you look at yourself and a loud shaky moan left his lips when he felt your walls flutter rhythmically around his pistoning cock. ✧

𓆩♡𓆪

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