#loser!sturniolo

[flggnaw]

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 / 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

[malefantcsy]

★⋆. MATT STURNIOLO P! LINKS

ⓘ 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌， 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽．

dilf! matt when he had to get ready for work but you looked so cute sleeping (somno)

dilf! matt with milf! wife not wasting any second as soon as the kids went to sleep

married dilf! matt with doll! babysitter (cheating)

munch! matt being chronically obsessed with having chubby! gf ride his face

munch! matt thats sick but only needs one type of medicine

loser! matt with popular!tutee on valentine’s day

big dick! matt is for the chubby girls btw.

dilf matt after seeing babydoll! gf in a skirt he bought her.

big dick! loser! matt getting experience from slightly chubby! bsf

[playboysturns]

hate the way i love you . ݁₊ ⊹ .

chapter 1

pairing; jock!chris x loser!reader (secret dating)

your valentines plans ruined. tensions rise between you and chris as you wonder if he is really as committed in your relationship as he says he is.

warnings; toxic relationship, underage drinking, mentions of feeling sick.

you hid your phone as you read the message chris had texted, it was only 20 minutes into first period english. with nick sitting beside you, you didn’t want him to see your phone and question why his brother was texting you.

your brain working to make an excuse to leave class, you didn’t want to keep chris waiting especially when you knew that he was probably already there.

“i can’t believe we have no valentines! this is sick,” nick sighs dropping his head onto the desk, his eyes peering up at you. “how about we go out and get pizza, maybe come back to mine since my brothers are going to be out?”

“i actually have plans tonight,” you admit, nick shooting off the desk looking at you in confusion.

“with who?” he asks curiously, you sigh before shaking your head.

“nothing special, i think my parents are taking me out to dinner because they feel sorry for my lonely ass,” you lie, still looking at the text you received thinking of a way to leave class.

“fuck i really wanted us to rewatch ‘bottoms’ together,” nick pouts before going onto his phone.

this was the first time you had an actual valentines in your life, and you had exhausted yourself the night before to make sure you were prepared. you had shaved, exfoliated and moisturised completing the most treacherous everything shower, meticulously doing your hair the way chris liked. A little red dress that hugged your figure just right hanging in your closet for wherever chris was planning on taking you tonight.

“look at this,” you quickly closed your messages as you look to see the tiktok nick was showing you, it being a slideshow of horses with weirdly big human feet.

“your for you page is fucked,” you giggle as he scrolls showing the next tiktok.

“yeah well you should see chris and matt’s,” he says, you think to agree that chris’ was way worse but stop yourself before realising that it wouldn’t make any sense for you to know.

you murmur an ‘i bet,’ at him before standing up and grabbing your bag.

“where are you going?” nick asks confused it had only been 20 minutes into class.

“y/n, is there something wrong?” your teacher says making his way over.

“i think i started my period, i need to go to the bathroom” you whisper the lie, pointing to your bag feining embarrassment.

“oh! okay go quick,” your teacher says awkwardly, motioning towards the door, nick giving you a look as of sympathy.

you see chris standing under the bleachers, looking around for you. he was in his football jersey and some dark washed jeans, his north face backpack sliding down his back.

“chris!” you called out, his eyes snapping to the sound and his face into a smile when he spots you.

“hey baby,” he wraps his arms around you pulling you in for a kiss. “took you long enough.”

“look i had to say i was on my period leave class,” you sigh into his lips, relishing in the comfort that they brought you.

he quickly pulls away to grab his backpack, unzipping the bag to pull out a bouquet of flowers.

“happy valentines,” he holds the bouquet out, you blush before taking them gratefully.

“thank you, they’re beautiful,” you admire the flowers, pulling him into a hug.

“not as beautiful as you though,” his words coming out muffled against your neck, the smell of his addicting cologne making you dizzy.

“so what we doing tonight?” you ask, chris pulling back to give you a confused look.

“what do you mean?” you look at him with equal confusion, putting the flowers safely into your bag.

“i thought you said we were going somewhere out of the city to eat?” you look at him as his face breaks into an awkward grimace.

“about that-” he starts looking everywhere but you.

“what? don’t tell me you’re going to a party. who has a party on valentines day?” you say irritated, this wasn’t the first time he had blown off a date because one of his friends had decided to throw a party.

“courtney-” you would’ve thought you had heard him wrong but the guilty look on his face confirmed what he was saying. courtney was the head of the cheer squad and was a part of his friend group inconveniently she was been his ex before you.

“courtney? seriously chris. you’re going to go to your ex’s valentines party but won’t take me out.”

“it’s not like that, it’s just everyones going so it would be weird that i’m not.” he looks at you like this was a reasonable reason.

“so what? you can’t miss a single party, are you kidding me,” you back away from him, you had spent so long getting ready and today was supposed to be perfect.

“baby please-” chris walks towards you pleading.

“i have to get back to class but have fun chris,” you turn heading back into the building.

“change of plans, i have nothing to do tonight,” you say as you sit down next to nick.

“oh? what happened to the dinner with your parents?” he asks, looking over your slightly disheveled appearance.

“nothing, i called them when i was in the bathroom to tell them i had made plans today,”

“are you sure they don’t mind?” nick looks hesitant but you quickly shut it down.

“yeah honestly they were happy that i actually had plans today,” you reassure him, truth be told if you had to spend your night alone knowing that chris was out at his ex’s house there was a high chance you would cry yourself to sleep.

“okay then come by mine like 8ish?” a grin spread across nick’s face excited at the thought of a movie marathon.

“yeah, i’ll bring a shit ton of food as well,” you say already mentally noting that you’d have to stop in the store before you arrive to his.

nick claps his hands beginning to ramble about the movies that he wanted to watch.

friday 14th february 8:09 pm

you don’t even have to ring nick that you were outside, he rips open the door as soon as you were in front of it squealing in glee at the bag of food you had brought.

“come in, chris and matt already left,” he ushers you in, taking the bag off of you and dumping the contents on his kitchen table.

“nice shorts,” you giggle, looking at the heart patterned material. nick twirls showing them off in a 360 view.

“i thought it was only fitting, you’re on theme too” he points to the heart pyjamas set you were wearing.

“of course,” you help nick as he finishes setting the assortment of candies into bowls, carrying them into their living room and settling next to each other on the couch. you stuff your face with chocolate as nick stars ‘Bottoms’.

9:55pm

the movie had just ended and nick is sat scrolling through snapchat as you decide on what movie to watch next.

“oh god,” nick says, you hear ‘Rick Flair Drip’ blast out from his phone.

“what is it?” you look over curiously, though immediately regretting your decision. on his phone is a story of courtney pouring a shot into chris’ mouth, part of the liquid falling down his chin. a resounding cheer is heard into the background as arms come into frame to pat him on the back.

“they make me sick,” nick sighs shaking his head, pressing onto the next story posted. this one was somehow worse, it was courtney and another cheerleader ashley with a few of boys off the football team with the caption ‘best valentines party’.

“courtney and chris?” you ask, wondering what he meant by the both of them.

“yeah i mean, it’s so obvious she just threw the party as an excuse to be with chris on valentines,” nick’s face is scrunches up in disapproving scowl “it honestly wouldn’t surprise me if he comes back and i find out that they fucked.”

it felt like bile was coming up your throat, “what do you mean?”

“courtney wants him back so bad. i don’t know why chris doesn’t just date her again, it’s not like he’s got anything else going on,” nick says laying his head back onto the couch “anyways, what movie you choosing?”

“yeah right,” you try to compose yourself but your voice comes out shaky, nick looks up at you confused.

“are you okay?” concern laces his voice as he takes in your paling complexion.

“i don’t know, i just felt really sick all of a sudden,” you get up from the couch, all you wanted to do now is go back home and cry in bed.

“do you need anything?” nick gets up as well, putting his hand to your forehead to check your temperature.

“no, i think i just ate too much candy. i might go back home and try to sleep it off,” you lie, nick looks at you worried.

“yeah that might be it,” you both make your way to the front door, nick telling you to text him when you get home to make sure you got there safe.

as you leave the cool night air hits you, somehow making you feel better but worse at the same time. you just wished that you were in your bed with chris and your cat right now cuddled up watching some cheesy romcom. you try calling him a few times to no avail, sighing you get into your car heading home.

saturday 15th february 12:34am

you chew on your lip, wondering if you should send him a message or not. you had tried calling him a few more times, then thinking to yourself ‘this is my boyfriend why am i worried about texting him?’ you hit send on the message, waiting a few minutes for a response that doesn’t come before finally going to sleep.

sunday 16th february 11:05pm

chris hadn’t texted you anything else since yesterday, sending a simple ‘morning’ at 1pm. he hadn’t said anything about the 10 missed calls you had left on his phone or bothered responding to any of the texts you had sent him after.

you grew restless, doing things you enjoyed like reading or playing with your cat leo wasn’t helping in taking your mind off of him. at times like these where you felt frustrated in your relationship you wish you could talk to nick about it, but the thought of telling him that you had secretly been in a relationship with his brother for 6 months made your stomach churn. not to mention the thought of how chris would react to you telling someone about the relationship.

you sigh deciding to stalk chris’ bitmoji to see where he was whilst he was ignoring you, thinking that you’d find him with matt and nick at a drive-through or at their house. To your surprise it showed him active at a random house with a whole bunch of other people, you curiously click on one of the avatar’s stories, your heart faltering.

even in the dimly lit room and the shitty camera work you could still see chris in the background of the video on his phone, talking to him was courtney and her friend ashley. now it wasn’t like chris was touching her, and you trusted him enough that even if she was flirting that he wouldn’t entertain it. still the feeling in your chest wasn’t going away and you decided to try calling him.

the phone rings twice before the call drops, you were getting annoyed now of his silent treatment and you could see he was active. you send a few texts before deciding to go to bed, and reassuring yourself that surely at school he’d at least try to talk to you.

wednesday 19th february 1:30pm

It had been 4 days since you and Chris had last spoken.

4 days of sending these one sided messages, and at this point you were embarrassed at the blue wall in your chats. his last message still being the one he sent the day after valentines then radio silence after. to make it worse it wasn’t as if you could go and talk to him either, nobody would’ve thought that he even knew you let alone dated you. the sadness you felt had turned into anger.

you had enough of the silence and finally decided to try and corner him alone when you were out of class. though every time you tried he was hanging out with the rest of his friends. it wasn’t hard to spot them considering they were so loud, the group being filled with both football players and cheerleaders.

it was the end of lunch and you were getting your things out of a locker, you stole glances at them hoping that you could at least catch chris’ eye. unfortunately for you, you end up locking eyes with someone else.

“what the fuck is she looking at?” courtney shouts her face contorted in a scowl, fifteen pairs of eyes turn to look at you. seeking at least some comfort you look at chris, who only looks back with a blank expression.

now you were not shy in any means, but the sudden confrontation and the amount of people had heat flooding to your cheeks in embarrassment. “i-no i’m-”

“leave her alone,”

you turn to see nick behind you. you sigh in relief, looking back to see everyone still looking at the both of you.

“or what?” another ashley responses from the lockers flicking her hair behind her and giggling to the others about it.

“can you both shut up,” matt says, offering you a small smile that makes the tension in your chest ease a little bit.

“well does that freak have a fucking staring problem?” courtney continues her eyes trained on you. her lips twitching into a smirk at the sight of you getting flustered.

“oh don’t act like you hate people looking at you, you attention whore” nick rebuttals rolling his eyes. courtney’s face turning bright red in anger, she opens her mouth ready to shout back but ashley quickly tries to calm her down.

nick chuckles beside you, grabbing your arm and dragging you to your shared class. he turns to you “oh my god did you see how red she got?”

“deserved. she’s so annoying,” you and nick laugh as you both sit down in your seats.

wednesday 19th february 5:00pm

you couldn’t resist him. the familiar sight of their door greets you, before you could even knock it swung open to show chris. his soft brown hair falling over his face, he had your favourite sweater of his on.

“hey,” his voice coming out soft, tentative like he was testing the waters between you.

“hey baby,” you say back, he pulls you into a hug and you let out a sigh off relief. you were still mad at him for ignoring you but decided to bring it up later to not ruin the moment.

“cmon, i got something i need to do” chris leads you to his room, he takes of his sweater chucking it onto his bed before flopping down onto it himself.

he pats his bare chest in signal for you to cuddle, you giggle before making your way over and nestling on top on him. you practically melt into him. everything about him comforted you, his familiar scent and his smooth warm skin pressing against your cheek. his left hand comes up to rub up and down your back whilst the right runs gently through your hair.

“i missed this,” he sighs in content, his lips brushing over the top of your head.

“i missed this too,” your words coming out slurred from being smushed against him, he hums beneath you. the both of you lay there in silence enjoying each others presence before chris speaks up.

“i’m sorry about courtney earlier again,” his hand continuing to rub up and down your back in comfort.

“it’s fine, i just wished you would’ve said something to her,” you sleepily stare to the other end of the room, your eyes growing heavy.

“yeah well i can’t exactly do that. it’d make us too obvious,” as the words left his mouth you feel sleepiness disappear completely.

“what?” you sit up, freeing yourself from his hold to whip your head around to look at him.

“nah it’s nothing personal,” chris says sitting up whilst grabbing his sweater and putting it back on.

“well it fucking feels like it when you ‘can’t’ even say anything to her,” you spit out bitterly, hurt with how he was talking about what had happened.

“what do you want me to say? leave my girlfriend alone?” he looks at you absurdly.

“no, maybe i wanted you to be a normal person and tell her to shut the fuck up,”

“what like matt did?” he laughs as if the idea was ridiculous. you felt your heart breaking, was the idea of defending you really that bad to him?

“exactly, your brother can say it so why can’t you?” you felt sick, you had never had an argument like this before and chris was the last person you wanted to have on with.

“go date matt then,” he says angrily.

“are you serious? you’re acting like a child over what? me being angry you can’t call me your girlfriend?” your your voice raising with ever question.

“can you just leave it alone,” chris groans rubbing his face in annoyance.

you look at him in shock, “leave it alone? chris i haven’t said anything about your decision to keep it this a secret for 6 months.”

“yeah well you said it yourself you didn’t want anyone knowing,” it was like he wasn’t listening to anything you were saying and you felt yourself starting to get angrier by the second.

“yeah and i thought that meant no one knowing for maybe the first few weeks not 6 fucking months!” you shout, getting up off his bed.

“can you just fucking drop it, i told you that i would tell everyone when i’m ready.” chris says lowly.

“oh yeah, and when is that? graduation? when we both move to different cities for college?” your chest heaving up and down from frustration.

“i don’t fucking know, okay.” he looks at you with wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights.

“whatever, fuck you.” you grab your phone off of his bed turning quickly for the door.

“wait?- baby slow down,” chris gets up off his bed and moves to try and stop you.

“chris, stop.” you say trying your hardest to stop your eyes from watering, leaving his room. sure both of you had gotten into arguments before but never this heated and never about how your relationship was concealed.

chris didn’t come after you, choosing to stay inside his room. you silently walked out the house and only then did you let your tears fall.

an - ahhhh its here, hopefully you guys like the first chapter even though chris is a major douchebag in it! chapter 2 hopefully coming soon with a much nicer chris and hopefully them resolving their argument fully 💋

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[muwapsturniolo]

Cyber Sex 💿 M. Sturniolo

"W-was it good?"

✘ sub!matt, loser!matt, domish!reader, riding, hand jobs, titty sucking, one use of mommy.

PT 1 PT2 PT3

Decided to give yall an early xmas gift!!! enjoy the last part to cyber sex!!!!

Weeks.

It's been weeks since she had seen Matt and given him a blowjob. He had accepted his reward of taking her out on a date, but now it seemed like he was avoiding her.

Which was partially true.

As always, he was focused on his studies, especially with finals coming up. He stayed cooped up in his room or in the library, taking notes on top of notes. Passing all his tests was one of the only things on his mind, the other being her.

He wasn't trying to avoid her on purpose, but he will admit he's been milking the studying excuse.

It wasn't that he didn't like her, he was infatuated with her. It was just the fact the she was...well, her.

Everything about her was intimidating to him, the way she carried herself, the way she smiled, the way she squinted her eyes when she was up to no good.

She was a force to be reckoned with, and she knew it too.

So here she was, gathering the bags of takeout and other things, leaving her apartment with one thing on her mind.

Matt.

She doesn't take the elevator, knowing that the stairs would be quicker, and she's right.

Soon, she's standing in front of Matt's door, a determined look on her face. She knocks twice and waits impatiently for the door to open.

Unfortunately for her, it doesn't. She huffs and knocks again, but this time louder, the impatience she's feeling only getting stronger. Soon, she hears the muffled sound of cursing and some movement before the door opens.

" Hell-" Matt's breath catches in his throat as he sees her in all her glory. His eyes widen, and he fixes his glasses, looking off to the side.

"H-Hey what are you-" She ignores him and pushes her way into the apartment, looking around for a few seconds before setting her items down on the coffee table.

"Alright Matthew, let's talk." The tone of her voice makes him look down at the floor.

"You have been avoiding me, I don't know why, but you have, and to be honest, I don't like it. So what's your issue?"

He scoffs softly and crosses his arms, looking like a scolded child.

"M'not avoiding you..." He trails off, knowing good and well that he's lying. She stands in front of him and tilts her head, not believing him for a second. " Oh really? You're not avoiding me? Fine then, guess I'll go tell someone else that they wo-No!" He shouts unexpectedly. A small smirk makes its way onto her face as he watches him fidget anxiously.

"I-I'm sorry ok? I just....Like I said, you make me nervous, and then finals are starting, so I've just been everywhere... I-I didn't mean to make you feel bad o-or anything." Her smirk drops as she realizes this runs deeper than him simply avoiding her.

He truly was scared and nervous; this was all new to him, and he didn't know how to navigate it, and finals coming up wasn't helping him at all.

She softens her demeanor as he continues on, rambling in an attempt to clear the air. "I-I do want to take you on a date...I just don't want to disappoint you o-or embarrass myself..." She wasn't dumb, she could read between the lines.

He didn't want to disappoint her sexually.

"Matt....You don't have to worry about th-"

"Ok but it is something to worry about! I'm 21, and I've never done anything remotely sexual! All I do is stay to myself and study! I might as well be called a loser! hell, maybe even an incel!"

She stares at him with a straight face, "Matt-"

"And then here you are, the most experienced person I've met, the most prettiest girl, and yet I'm being a pussy and won't even take you out on a date! I'm fumbling! Hard! If this were a test, I'd fail!"

She finds herself smiling softly at his academic analogies.

"Are you done?" She asks him once he finally stops talking. He huffs and adjusts his glasses, running a hand through his hair. "Good. Now shut up and listen to me." She takes a step closer to him, his breath hitching.

"I don't care about any of that, ok? I don't care that you're a virgin and that I was the first girl to hear you moan." His cheeks flush a soft pink, his palms getting sweaty.

"What I care about is a boy that I find cute, sexual feelings aside, won't take me out on a date.....Now, I got takeout and a Lego set I'm not building alone. Do you want to join, take a break from studying?"

So there they were in Matt's living room, giggling and building a Lego set, the empty boxes of takeout discarded on the coffee table. The tension once in Matt's shoulder had disappeared, now knowing nothing was expected of him, and she wasn't worried about any of that.

He was able to relax, slowly coming out of his shell. She enjoyed his company, his witty remarks, his dad jokes, and the way he laughed. She was getting to know more about him and his life.

He was a good person to be around.

"I don't know where the piece goes!" He grunts in frustration as he tries to shove the Lego piece against another. She chuckles and snatches the instructions off the floor and holds them up. "This is why we have instructions, but no, you're too good for instructions.'' she teases.

He looks at her with a face of mock annoyance, "I'll have you know I've built multiple Lego sets with no instructions!" He points towards the various sets displayed around his apartment.

"Ok well, clearly your no instructions streak is over." Matt huffs and snatches the instruction from her grasp, shooting her a sharp look when he hears her snickering. He looks down at the small words and begins to read them, his eyes darting across the page as his tongue pokes out in concentration. As he does so, she takes the time to really examine him.

He had on a white thermal along with some grey sweatpants, his hair was a bit messy from how many times he ran his fingers through it, and he just looked

good.

"I think I got it!" His shouts of excitement brought her out of her daze, her eyes trailing down to the paper pamphlet falling to the floor. She sits on her knees and moves closer, their faces side by side as he puts the Lego piece in its correct spot. His hands moved quickly as he put the other parts together, his body bouncing in excitement.

It doesn't take long for the display to be finished, Matt's head whipping towards her.

"Done! Told you I didn't need the-" His words trail off once he realizes how close she is. She feels his body tense and his breath hitch, his eyes darting between her lips and eyes.

She quickly takes notice, the corners of her mouth twitching gently.

"Do you wanna kiss me?"

Her voice comes out in a teasing whisper, her eyes taunting him. He gives a slight nod, his tongue darting out to lick his dry lips.

"Y-yeah...."

"Then kiss me."

It's cute to her how scared he was, the way he slowly leaned forward and softly placed his lips against hers. She hums and stops him from pulling away, deepening the kiss and taking full control, allowing her tongue to enter his mouth. She pushes him back against the bottom of the couch and climbs into his lap, pressing her chest against his.

She giggles softly feeling his cock begin to harden underneath her, the tent growing bigger and bigger. She grinds against him, enjoying the way he whimpers softly.

She goes to pull his pants down, but he quickly grabs her hands, stopping it from going further.

"W-wait wait! I-I'm sorry, I umm-" He clears his throat as he pulls away from the kiss, his breathing ragged.

"Hey hey-" She caresses his face and chest gently, trying to calm him down. "What are you saying sorry for? We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"I-I want to I just...." His face turns beet red as he thinks about him being a virgin. He knew that she already knows this information, but having to say it out loud, the thought, It was just embarrassing for him.

"I know, that doesn't bother me Matt."

"I-It doesn't?" He was confused, why would it not bother her? Why isn't it bothering her? Don't girls want a guy who knows what he's doing in the bedroom?

She smiles and plants her lips against his once more, " Nope-" she trails a few kisses up to his ear before whispering,

"- It's the perfect way to teach you what I like."

He can't help the groan that leaves his mouth, the thought of her morphing him into her perfect plaything, her teaching him how to please her....He loved it.

He slowly lets go of her wrists and allows her to pull his sweatpants off along with his boxers. She wastes no time, wrapping her hand around him and slowly jerking him off. He sighs out, the stress and tension in his body fading away with every stroke.

Her thumb swipes over his tip, his lips parting slightly. Her hand felt better than his, it was so soft, smaller than his own.

He's embarrassed with how quick his balls tighten, his dick twitching in her grasp. He was close to cuming, and that's not what she wanted.

She pulls her hand away and moves back, pulling her own pants and underwear off. She settles back down in his lap, grinding their bodies together. Her bare and wet cunt only provide him with more pleasure, his breathing speeding up rapidly.

"Gonna let me ride you?" She asks breathlessly, her own pleasure rising due to his tip nudging her cunt repeatedly. He finds himself nodding eagerly, too excited and lost in pleasure to form a complete sentence.

She smiles and crashes their lips together once more. She situates herself on top of him, lining his tip up with her entrance before sinking down.

It's always the slip-in that gets her.

Her head falls onto his shoulder as his head tilts back onto to couch cushions, her thighs quivering at the stretch.

He was perfect, just as she had thought. He stretched her out just right, filling her up to the point where she found it hard to breathe.

This was a new and exciting feeling for him, it took everything in him not to cum on the spot. Her spongy, wet, and warm walls felt different from the ones inside her mouth, and he didn't know which ones he liked better.

She begins to move back and forth, grinding against him before starting to bounce up and down. Her soft and pretty moans flow through the apartment, making it harder for Matt to think straight. She was like a siren, clouding his mind with her sweet melodic songs, luring him to the ocean for his death.

His hands stay limp at his sides, his fingers twitching as they itch to touch her.

But he was scared, scared that if he did touch her, she'd disappear, and he'd wake up thinking this was all a dream.

"Fffuck Matt, s-so big!" She pants in his ear, her arms wrapped around his neck as she continues to bounce on him.

Her thighs and calves quickly become tired, a pout forming on her face as she looks at him, begging him to help and touch her.

"T-touch me Matt - Shit!- P-please!"

He couldn't say no to that face, he'd be dumb if he did.

So he finally caves, wrapping his arms around her like a bear and helping her keep up with her own movements. He adjusts his legs so they are propped up, and gently begins to buck his hips, meeting her every time she lands on his lap.

She gasps as he hits that special spot deep inside of her, her orgasm getting closer and closer. Their lips connect once more, their tongues messily fighting and their teeth clashing.

He holds her tightly, his fingernails digging into her skin, leaving small indents.

He needed to be closer.

Without a second thought, he removes her shirt, her breast falling free and bouncing in his face. He doesn't know what came over him, but neither of them was complaining.

She throws her head back as he takes one of her nipples into his mouth, and fondles the other. He sucks gently, using his teeth to gently nibble on the skin.

He moans in delight, his eyes closing, his glasses lopsided as he finally gets to experience all that he's been waiting for.

"Shi-it! S-so close, please please please, don't stop!" She begs, urging him to push her over the edge. He follows her directions, not changing anything he's doing, and continuing to pleasure her.

He feels his own orgasm approaching, his whimpers turning into loud and deep moans.

"Fuck, pl-Oh god! M-mommy!" He didn't even realize he said it, but she heard it loud and clear, and it was just enough to push her over the edge.

She moans loudly and falls against his chest, her juices trickling out and down his shaft. The feeling of her walls clamping down on him repeatedly was enough to make him follow her lead, hot spurts of cum painting her insides.

They lay against the couch, the both of them panting softly, still wrapped in each other's embrace. She slowly peels her body away from his and smiles at his flushed cheeks and dazed expression.

"W-was it good?" He asks in between labored breaths, his nerves clear as day. It was obvious he was eager to please her, wanting to hear her praises and words of reassurance.

"You were perfect pretty boy......Can you handle another round?"

[eph3merall]

૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა ⋮ fratboy!chris forgets about loser!readers birthday . . .

an : talked to my baby star about this. in honor of my birthday being a few weeks ago :) rewrote this a few times lolol

you find yourself wandering inside the frat house right after a party. there are drunken bodies draped across various surfaces, stepping carefully around cans and bottles. one misstep and some bottles clang into eachother, casting a nervous glance towards the sleeping forms—only to realize everyone is far too gone to have woken up from such a quiet sound.

your thumb spins and fidgets with the ring on your finger, having gotten it as a gift from one of your current friends. she was sweet, and didnt seem stuck up like a bunch of the girls around campus. you mentioned your birthday once to her and she still ended up remembering.

it meant a lot to you, only because not many people have remembered your birthday before. your parents never cared to get you something when they spotted the scribbled note on the calender saying "y/n's birthday :p" in bold sharpie, and you stopped talking about it in school since no one seemed to care or listen to you.

the further upstairs you go, the more hushed voices you can hear. some guys weren't all wasted, and were probably taking care of themselves or a girl. or fucking a girl, one of the doors to your right shut tight as high pitched moans filtered out the thin walls.

reaching the door at the end of the hall, it's cracked open slightly as smoke slowly wafts out of it every few seconds. creaking it open, you immediately spy chris in his desk chair, hunched over as a joint sits in his mouth. this particular person basically demanded him to roll with pink paper, which was also thin as fuck. his fingers were too long and too big for him to do it well, but it doesn't matter as long as he got it done.

with a flick of his eyes towards the doorway, chris sighs out a huff of smoke and takes the joint between his lips and sets it onto the ash tray nearby. a faint crack is heard in his shoulders as he straightens his back out just by a little, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. the space is illuminated by a single lamp, warm yellow light seeming to calm your nerves and release the sudden tension in your shoulders.

"what?" chris blinks at you, tilting his head a little as he leans back in the chair. it groans under his sudden added weight, fingers grasping the joint as he takes a hit of it. the tip glows a bright orange, sighing out smoke as he flicks the ash into the little tray. the tray you got him for his birthday. the one with a little deer painted on it.

"nothin'.. just thought i'd come see you," suddenly feeling scrutinized under his gaze, you quickly stride towards his bed and sit down on the edge of it, like it'd burn you if you weren't careful. when chris turns around and continues with his job, you sigh to yourself and shift onto the mattress some more, falling onto your back as your hair splays out around you due to the action.

the two of you find yourselves sitting in silence more often than usual. it's not always uncomfortable, as you find a nice peace in the silence that comes with the ones close to you. but today in particular, at this moment, the air feels suffocating and chris feels like he's forcing himself to stay on that chair. it's just like he doesn't want to be near you, and the feeling comes with familiar memories of your childhood. it was always kids who shifted away from you when you tentatively sat next to them, just wanting a friend.

you notice a can of opened pepsi on chris' desk that you missed, noting the alcohol that sits right next to it. you hear him curse a few times, getting upset at how he's doing with his "job". he takes casual hits of the joint, and you watch his back shift as slender fingers grab the neck of a bottle of alcohol to sip at.

you pull your phone out to be met with more birthday messages. but, you only desire those two words from a certain someone.

the day goes on and you end up in chris' bed, under his sheets, with a book in your lap. unsurprisingly, a party has broken out downstairs, the walls and floors of the frat house vibrating from the blaring music. it's late already, and most people have classes to attend tomorrow. but, most people who were at frat parties frequently never did care about their academics anyways.

you dont know how long its been, but a certain amount of time passes. a stumbling chris is cursing when he trips over his own foot, shutting his room door behind him once wobbling inside. you can instantly tell he's wasted and gotten a few hits of some drug earlier. what you dont expect is for him to eye you, drunkenly grin, and then immediately walk over to lay his whole body down onto your own.

groaning at the impact, chris looks like he could give less of a fuck. his eyes glance up and his hand runs through unkept curls, a goofy smirk stretching across his face. his hands are on your hips and you brace your hands on his shoulders, not in the mood for whatever he wanted to do right now.

with a sigh, you give up when chris shoots you a look like you've gone crazy, letting his face push itself into your neck. very rarely is he like this around you, because when he's wasted he usually just turns meaner. you deflate when soft kisses are pressed into your neck, his hair tickling your face.

"i heard.." smooch, "it," smooch, "was your birthday," you feign ignorance, like you've known all along he would remember as you laugh softly, chris being too out of his head to notice the tone of your voice anyways. your hands grow sweaty and clammy, hating the way a thick rope seems to wrap around your neck, making the words you squeak out sound small and pathetic.

"yeah, i guess."

"sorry," smooch, "didn't remember," chris' nose nudges against your jawline, his face suddenly in front of yours—looking so unlike his usual expression. you kind of hate it. with this chris, everything is almost unexpected, and you are never sure on what to do next and what type of reaction it'll trigger.

"i love you, y'know?.."

you don't hear the words at first. you think maybe you're too exhausted and you're hearing things, eyes wide as you blink frantically. you hands still, body tensing up. because that doesn't sound at all like something chris would say. he once refused to hold hands with you for the sole reason that they were in public and he was 'scared people would assume'.

you don't think it's anything. why would you? until the words are getting mumbled against your skin and repeated over and over and over in your ears. like a quiet prayer, full of hope and desperation.

you know it's the alcohol talking. that and whatever else chris took tonight, that he isn't sober and you know deep down he would never say anything like this sober. when you end up coming to your senses, you let your eyes close and try to shift him off of you.

"stop. chris."

even with your firm tone and obvious unpleasant emotions, he doesn't pick up on them. little murmurs of affection graze your skin—your cheeks, forehead, tip of your nose, jawline, lips, neck. you hate it, in a way. chris doesn't ease up, groaning when you eventually shove him harder than normal.

"chris, stop. you don't mean that, you know you don't."

he doesn't say anything, just leans in slowly to press a kiss to your cheek. testing the waters, to see if you'll push him away again.

you've always been weak to him, 'stop' leaving your mouth every time he says something sweet. it unsettles you, because it was so hard to deny him. you know he doesn't mean it. you know he'll deny this ever happened and possibly forget about it the next morning. it'll barely leave a mark on him, while it'll probably scar you forever.

"happy birthday.. love you, m'so in love w'you."

"chris.."

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©eph3merall 2025

[chrissturnsfav]

i’ve been summoned ☝️ ok hear me out here, fuckgirl!reader is flirting with him like always and then he gets a boner… up to u if she notices or not !!

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 loser!matt gets a little excited around fuckgirl!reader

you’re sitting in matt’s beat-up old car, legs crossed on the passenger seat, leaning back with a joint dangling between your fingers.

the windows are fogged up, a hazy cocoon of smoke and the faint smell of cigarettes and cologne—matt’s signature scent, clinging to everything he touches. he doesn’t like to smoke weed, never has, but you got him to take a hit tonight. one hit. big deal. baby steps.

he's in the driver’s seat, slouched like he’s got nowhere better to be, one arm draped lazily over the wheel, the other flicking ash out his window.

his lips curl slightly when he catches you staring. not a full smile, but enough to make you grind your teeth. this smug dick knows exactly what he’s doing.

"what?" he asks, voice low, smooth, teasing.

you blow smoke in his direction, grinning. "nothing. just thinking how you keep pretending you don’t wanna fuck me."

his eyes flick over to you, dark and steady, but he doesn’t bite. doesn’t rise to your taunt, never does. that’s the thing about matt—calm, cool, untouchable. a challenge. you love it, even though it's incredibly frustrating.

"cute," he says flatly, like it’s not.

you shift, letting your skirt ride up just enough to get a reaction. he notices—of course he does—but he stays cool, that unreadable expression driving you absolutely crazy.

"come onnn," you coo, leaning closer, voice dripping with fake sweetness as you pout at him, stubbing the blunt into an ashtray in his cup holder. "you can’t keep playing hard to get forever."

"who said i’m playing?" he shoots back, eyes flickering down to his crotch just a second too long.

gotcha.

you lean in further, close enough to feel the heat rolling off him, your lips dangerously close to his ear as you snicker tauntingly. "your dick says different, matt."

his jaw tenses. you see a crack in that infuriatingly calm exterior.

he shifts slightly, like he’s trying to hide something, but you’re not stupid. you know exactly what’s happening, and it lights a fire inside you.

"oh," you whisper, biting your lip through a cocky smirk. "looks like i’m finally getting to you."

he exhales slowly, a mix of frustration and something else you can’t quite name. but he doesn’t pull away. doesn’t stop you.

"careful," he warns softly, voice rougher than usual. "you sure you wanna play this game?"

you grin wickedly, loving every second of this rare victory. "oh, baby, i'm already winning this game. don't get it twisted. started winning when you kissed me a few weeks ago."

his eyes narrow, and for a second you wonder if you’ve finally pushed him too far. not that you'd regret it. matt’s the type who thrives on control, always one step ahead. but tonight that grip is slipping, and you can feel it. it's the same exact tension you felt a few weeks ago at that party.

he shifts in his seat, leaning back like he's trying to remind himself who’s in charge.

you know that move. seen it before. but it’s different now. there’s heat bubbling beneath his cool exterior, something that wasn’t there before.

"yeah?" he asks, voice low, smooth.

you nod, biting your lip. "mhmm."

he hums like he doesn’t believe you, like he’s remembering that party a couple of weeks ago when he kissed you and shattered his whole untouchable vibe.

of course that motherfucker blamed that night on the alcohol. but you're not backing down so easily, and you knew that was all a lie.

besides, you love a good challenge.

you see the flicker of that night in his eyes now, the way he looks at your plush lips like he’s weighing his options.

"you're thinking about it, aren’t you?" you taunt, snickering cheekily, leaning closer until your knee brushes his thigh. "how good my lips tasted."

he exhales through his nose, shaking his head with a dry laugh. "cocky."

"mm-mm, confident," you correct, grinning. "there’s a difference, baby."

his tongue darts over his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, and you swear it takes every ounce of self-control inside you not to climb into his lap right then, wanting nothing but to feel his hard tip pressing against your clit through your clothes.

"aw, what’s wrong?" you taunt softly, voice dripping with mock sweetness. "scared you're gonna give in again?"

his jaw tightens, and he huffs out a low laugh through his nose, like he knows what game you’re playing but refuses to let you win outright.

"damn, you're really pushin’ it tonight," he mutters, voice rough, like gravel rolling through his chest.

"am i?" you purr, inching closer until you're practically in his space. your knee brushes his thigh, deliberate this time, and the flicker of tension in his eyes nearly makes you dizzy.

his breath hitches—subtle but not subtle enough to miss.

"yeah," he says low, almost a warning. "you are."

but he doesn't move away. doesn't stop you. and that's when you know you've got him once again.

you tilt your head, biting back a grin. "hmm...what’re you gonna do about it, matt?"

his gaze drops to your mouth for just a second—one fleeting, dangerous second—before snapping back up to meet your eyes.

"thought you liked keeping me on my toes," you tease, voice soft but challenging. "what happened to that whole stupid unbothered vibe?"

"still here," he says, though it sounds more like a lie the longer he holds your gaze.

your grin widens. "doesn't look like it."

you see the exact moment he stops fighting himself—that sharp flicker of decision in his eyes before he moves. suddenly his hand is on your thigh, firm but not rough, heat radiating through your skin like wildfire.

you've got him right where you want him now.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: do not worry, i REPEAT there will be a part two of this where they will be getting freaky, i just want to edge everyone a lil bit hehe

thank you for reading!! <3

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[55sturn]

LOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRIS LOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRIS LOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRIS LOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRIS LOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRIS

[stvrnrock]

‘Mrs sturniolo.’

Warnings.-smut, p in v, virginity loss, making out, unprotected sex, breeding kink, pet names (baby, my love, mr and mrs, ect.) just heavy smut, and fluff.

In which you and Chris have a busy wedding night ahead of you.

the wedding was perfect, everything you could’ve imagined. You weren’t one for attention you hated having eyes on you. You were an introvert and Chris got embarrassed easily. But you both decided on a nice small yet big wedding and it was beautiful. You felt like a princess in your white wedding dress, even though Chris said he’d never cry at his wedding, he wanted to break down and cry like a baby the second you started walking down the aisle.

After a beautiful reception, it was normal all the traditions—the first dance, cake cutting, bouquet throwing, the garter toss which was very awkward with your parents and his watching. You two mingled and danced for a while. Finally everyone started clearing out which gave you and Chris an excuse to leave.

and now your here, at a hotel near the airport because the two of you have an early flight to Italy tomorrow morning for the honeymoon. Once the two of you made your way into the elevator he clicked the top floor—75 you gently put the room card into his front pocket before leaning into his body. Chris’s arms immediately wrapped around around you.

“Are you tired?” He said softly, hus lips grazed your ear as he spoke gently. You shake your head as you look up at him. “No these heels are killing me though and my dress is so hot.” You say softly, letting your hands drift up and down his chest feeling the smooth material of his tux under your palms.

“I bet hon.” He said softly, his lips gently pecking yours his hands moving up and down your waist. “S’ worth it though hm? Mrs sturniolo.” He breathes out almost in awe just saying. “My beautiful sweet wife.” He murmured pressing his lips to yours once again.

Just as the kiss started to get heated the elevator doors opened. You were only on the 30th floor two young girls stepped in they looked young.

“wow Are you a princess!?” One of the little girls exclaim as her big brown eyes stare up at you. A warm smile forms on Chris’s face as he looked between the little girl and you. “I kinda am.” You say softly as you shift your attention from Chris to her. the other little girls spoke up excitedly. “And he’s a prince look he’s a handsome prince!” She squealed out.

“Handsome I wouldn’t say all that.” Chris chuckled out as he looked at you. “But you are your so cute!” The blue eyes girl exclaimed, the other little girls brown eyes trailing up and down your figure. “Are you a princess and a prince?” She says soflty her child like innocence melting yours and Chris’s hearts.

Chris nod slowly and grabs ahold of your hand. “We are and-“ just as he was gonna finish the elevator doors opened on the 50th floor. The two little girls frowned before stepping forward. “Bye bye prince and princess we gotta go to mommy and daddy.” The blue eyed girl spoke up before taking her sisters hand the two quickly running off.

You gently sigh and look up at him as I melt into his arms. “I want one.” Your murmur out which gets a chuckle out of Chris. “Well it’s our wedding night so maybe hm?” He says softly which makes you tense—your terrified of finally losing your virginity, you know your ready as well as Chris is but it sounds like it’s gonna hurt his literal dick is gonna be—ding!

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less than thirty minutes later all the roses on the bed were sprung across the room some sticking to you as you and Chris sloppily made out. “Chris be careful with my dress.” You scold quietly as he struggled with the zipper, his lips still sloppily pressing against your jaw. “Fuck can you just stand up I can’t get it.” He groans out.

once you stood up he gently unzipped the dress and you stepped out. White lace, white goddamn lace you were trying to kill this man weren’t you. “Fuck.” Is all he managed to get out before your back on the bed and he’s crashing his lips into yours.

“My Wife hm?” He groans out his hands moving up your bare stomach to cup your breast covered by the white lace. “Cmon y/n say it, say your my wife.” He pleaded quietly pulling away from your neck to look down at you.

“I’m your wife, and you’re my husband.” You breathe out, feeling his thumb brush across your hard nipple covered by your bra. “Yeah your my wife hm? Fuck I can’t believe your mine, all mine.” He murmured out before pecking your lips.

Before you know it his suit is off and he’s left in his boxers. He quickly crawled back ontop of you pressing sloppy kisses all over your face. “So pretty fuck y’ looked so pretty all night baby.” He mumbled out letting his hand travel down your body, teasing the edge of your panties.

“Chris.” You breathe out fluttering your eyes closed as his hand moved under your panties finding your wet folds and running his index finger through them. “Shit y’ so wet f me.” He let out slight groan his boxers feeling too tight on him.

You move your hips trying to urge him to do more but he pulls away the whine you almost let out dying in your throat as he tugged your panties down. “Shit please baby please I just gotta be in you.” He murmured out kissing your lips. “Y’ don’t have to feel pressured but I know I’m ready.”

You bite down on your lip before hesitanlty nodding and shifting under him. “It’s gonna hurt Chris I’m scared.” You whisper out looking up at him. “Hey hey trust me baby, we’re married I know that’s not an excuse but I’m ready if you are we don’t gotta do anything just because it’s our wedding night and your husband is so hard his dick feels like it’s gonna fall off.” He mumbles out earning a little giggle for you.

“Plus I’m pretty sexy you gotta admit that I am irresistible baby.” He says dramatically as he moves his hand to your face brushing his thumb on your cheek. “Yes yes you are very sexy.” You let out a sigh your giggles dying down before you nod. “Okay I trust you.”

And that’s all that Chris needed. He quickly got on his knees and tugged his boxers down, his dick springing up as he stroked it a little and ran the tip through your folds. “Fuck they have lube over there if we need it.” He mumbled out not wanting to get up.

He grinned and brought his hand to your face holding his palm up to your mouth. “Spit f’me.” He murmured, you complied spitting intk his hand and watching as he rubbed it into your folds eliciting a whine from you. “Yeah? Mmm that feel good.” He murmured out pressing his tip to your entrance.

Your hand grasped at his bicep the second his tip got in—already feeling an uncomfortable stinging sensation. “Chris Chris Chris it hurts.” You choke out your face twisting into discomfort. “Fuck baby y’ so tight fuck I know shhh, m’sorry so so so sorry.” He breathed out.

He pushed In a little deeper letting out a groan. You immediately ler out a choked whine shaking your head and digging your nails into him. “Chris I can’t it hurts.” You whine out arching your back. His hand gently slided up and down your waist before moving to cup your face. “I know honey, s’ okay I promise it’ll feel good…I think.” He mumbled out definitely not doing good at reassuring—hell he barely knew what he was doing.

by the time he was all the way in it felt like your lower body was on fire it hurt so bad. He pressed his forehead to yours sighing as he looked at the discomfort on your face. “is it feeling a little better yet?” He mumbled out his lips brushing against yours. You immediately shake your head, your hand that was firmly digging into his bicep moving to his chest.

He gently takes your hand and looks at the ring on it smiling proudly before looking on your face. “S’ okay y/n, fuck my perfect girl—my wife.” He murmured out kissing your knuckles. He slowly rocked his hips eliciting a whine from you but he continued the slow pace his eyes shutting as he dropped his forehead to your shoulder. “Ohhhh mhm fuck.”

You let out a series of whines and moans—the pain slowly turning into pleasure suddenly that feeling of being stabbed turning into an almost good sensation. Your body relaxed as you pressed your cheek to the side of his head letting out a breathy moan as he sped up the pace.

“Yeah that feel good hm?” He murmured roughly into your ear

You nodded wuickly your head digging into the pillows with each thrust your eyes rolling back as you let out loud moans. “Chris Chris Chris Chris!” You chant out feeling his thrusts somehow speed up even more making the hotel bed creak and slam into the wall.

He let out a loud groan shifting to where he was on his knees making him go even deeper as he held your hips tightly. “Fuck fuck gonna cum hm? Cum all over my cock?” He growled out as his thrusts became sloppy.

Your hand moved between your legs rubbing your clit rapidly as you arched your back your eyes rolling back. That knot in yohr stomach threatening to snap. “Gonna fill you up fuck.” He groaned out. “Make you a mama hm? Y’ want my cum in you?” And with that you snapped

Your walls clenched around him spamming around his cock and with a few more thrusts he came too his milky white cum painting your gooey walls. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” You both chanted out under your breaths.

He fell limp on you your eyes closing as you let the exhaustion take over, same with him.

After a while he sat up and slowly eased his soft cock out of you watching his and your release drip out. “I guess we shower? What the hell do people do after sex?” He commented meekly making both of you giggle.

“I dunno but my legs are killing me.” You breathe out as you prior yourself up on your elbows. “A shower does sound nice though if I can stand.” Both of you let out a small giggle before he swooped you up in his arms kissing you repeatedly.

You let out loud giggles between kisses before finally pulling away. “Okay okay shower time Chris!”

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once the two of you got in the shower you practically turned to butter in his arms—your legs still wobbily and a weird burning sensation still in your lower stomach.

You let out a relaxed sigh once his hands started to massage your scalp. “That feels so good, your already winning best husband.” He chuckled at your words kissing the top of your head “honey this is just the bare minimum just you wait.” Both of you let out a series of laughs melting into eachother as you stood under the comforting warm water.

After a little while of silence you looked up at him, he met your gaze his eyes full of tenderness and love. “I can’t stop thinking about those little girls.” You say softly. He gently nodded and pressed his forehead to yours.

“One day we’re gonna have little munchkins like that running around hm?” He says softly letting his lips brush against yours

You nod a fond and longing smile forming on your face. “I’m excited.” You say softly

“Me too, yknow having a mini y/n running around would be a lot to handle.” He teased gently letting his hands run your wet waist. “We’re gonna have some cool ass kids.” He mumbled out already seeing it.

“Yeah.” You agree softly grinning. “And your gonna be a really hot dad too I can already see it you’d be a sexy dilf.”

He grins at your words and nods letting out a chuckle. “Yeah I cant be a dilf without my sexy milf though.” He murmurs out patting your ass.

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By the next morning the two of you had an exhausting long time at the airport you and Chris’s least favortie place. The flight was nice though you and Chris had seats next to eachother in first class so you ended up napping together.

the honeymoon was a blast filled with so much laughter and—well sex you were getting dick every night. It’s a girls dream, a hot husband, Italy, good food, and getting fucked to stars how could you not enjoy it.

It went by way to fast by the time the two of you got back home to your apartment you already missed it. But you knew you had all you needed right here in your arms—chris. He was sprawled out ontop of you looking at pictures for his instagram post all of them sent in from the photographer you two hired for the wedding. Finally he got it and all his fans got the notification.

Instsgram: Christophersturniolo posted. (Click the link.)

a/n - THANK YOU FOR READING…I will die if this doesn’t do well I’ve been working on this for two days and I’ve been so busy! Anyways show love to my other posts maybe hehe

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[overflowingteacupoflove]

Normally Chris is soft, he's sweet. He'd never ever do anything to hurt you in any way, shape, or form. But something in him snapped today. Maybe it was the way you were begging him to just be a little rough, clutching his arms while wearing nothing but a too-big t-shirt. Maybe it was the "please"'s and "I can take it"'s you whined while swinging a leg up to straddle him.

All he knows is that he snapped.

Now you're a mess ontop of him. Whining and holding onto his biceps with your back digging into the desk top. He hadn't bothered to go to his bed, deciding to fuck you raw in his gaming chair.

"C'mon, baby, whos fucking you, huh?" He asks, grabbing your chin and tilting it down so you're looking at him. "Chris." You whine, not even answering his question, just pleading for nothing in particular.

He finds that he likes that a little bit more than he should, and you find out too by a particularly low groan that comes from his throat as he thrusts up into you again.

"Yeah, Chris is fucking you, huh?" You whine, your head falling onto his chest. "Chris is fucking you so good you cant even answer him." A breathy laugh comes from his lips as your nails dig into his biceps in agreement.

a fear this is all I have to offer to the people who wanted this and to the people that write smut, im literally embarrassed

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chris couldn’t stop glancing down at his hands as they walked. he stuffed them in his pockets, then pulled them out, rubbing his palms together as he snuck a quick look at her. she was walking beside him, totally at ease, her floral dress flowing around her as she sipped on her pink lemonade. she looked perfect, as usual—confident, elegant, like she belonged on the cover of a magazine, and she was with him.

meanwhile, his hand was practically trembling. he wanted so badly to reach over take her hand and feel just a tiny bit closer to her. but his mind was racing a million miles a minute.

what if his palms were sweaty? what if he accidentally squeezed too hard or too soft? what if she thought he was being weird?

they reached a bench outside the cafe, and as they sat down, he saw her glance over at him, smiling softly. she’d noticed him fidgeting, of course; his nervous energy was practically radiating off him. chris forced a grin and tried to play it cool, holding his iced tea a little too tightly as he took a big sip. he’d decided to go for something new, something different, so he wouldn’t look like a total pepsi addict right off the bat.

then, before he could even register what was happening, she leaned over and reached for his hand. the shock hit him instantly. her fingers were warm, soft, and delicate, fitting perfectly with his in a way he hadn’t dared to imagine. he felt his entire body go rigid, his heart thundering as he stared at their intertwined fingers.

“chris,” she said gently, amusement twinkling in her eyes as she looked at him, “you don’t have to be so nervous around me.”

he stammered, his face heating up. “i—i’m not nervous!” he blatantly lied, though he knew she could see right through him.

she just laughed, her thumb gently brushing over his knuckles. “your hands are kind of shaky, though,” she teased. “and maybe a little bit sweaty.”

he wanted to disappear right there, wanted the earth to split open and swallow him; but then, instead of pulling away, she held his hand a little tighter, giving him a reassuring smile that made him feel, just for a moment, that he might actually be okay at this whole dating thing.

“it’s cute, you know?” she said, leaning closer.

chris managed a sheepish grin, still pink-cheeked but feeling a rush of warmth. “y-yeah… guess it’s cute, huh?”

she laughed, giving his hand one last squeeze. “yep. And by the way, i really like you too. so just… relax, okay?”

he nodded, and somehow, just hearing those words made the world seem a little brighter. as they sat there, hands intertwined, he finally felt like maybe he wasn’t just some loser who got lucky; maybe he really did deserve a chance with her.

but later, as they walked off, she smirked, nudging him playfully. “so, mr. cool and collected, when’s our next date? think you’ll survive it without blushing?”

chris’s ears turned pink all over again. “uh… no promises,” he admitted, grinning shyly. he was still completely unable to believe that she actually wanted to go on another date with him. part of him wanted to pinch himself to make sure this was all real.

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[hearts4werka]

NNN day 15 | Unspoken Words

“A pathetic what? Loser? Nerd? All bullshit labels you and your friends love throwing around?”

summary: it’s pouring rain outside and you’re in a heated argument with the so-called ‘loser skater boy’ of the school, Chris about your popular friend group constantly picking on him but you don’t know what you could possibly do about it, in the heat of the moment you accidentally confess your love for him that you’ve been bottling inside of you for ages now, how will Chris react to the sudden confession?

warnings: ANGST, heavy language, pouring rain, arguing, angry love confession, kissing, mentions of bullying & possibly more!

authors note: bro this is coming out so late I’m so sorry I seriously am having trouble keeping up with posting fics everyday I might just change the schedule for every two days so I have time to write the fic so from now on I’ll post NNN fics every two days and I’ll try to make them better too, luv y’all sm and hope y’all enjoy this one

The rain was relentless, pouring down in heavy falls as I stood at the edge of the high school parking lot, glaring at him. Chris, the loser skater dude sat leaned against the slick metal of his beat-up board as water streamed down from his dark hair. It was a pathetic sight, really, the way he was looking at me through the downpour like he truly believed I’d stand there and listen to him whine while my friends were making his life miserable just a few feet away. “Chris, it’s not my fault they’re dicks! Just stand up for yourself!” I yelled, the wind whipping my words back into my face. I could see him flinch at the sharpness in my tone, but honestly? He was pissing me the fuck off right now.

“Easy for you to say,” he spat back, his voice rising above the rain. “You think I want to get into it with them? They’ve made my life hell since middle school. And here you are, acting like you’re above it all.” “Whatever, Chris! You could actually do something about it, but instead, you stand there like a pathetic—” before I could finish my sentence, he cut right into the middle of it. “A pathetic what? Loser? Nerd? All bullshit labels you and your friends love throwing around?” My heart raced as the fight quickly escalated, frustration spilling out of me like the rain pouring down but hee wasn’t wrong, I could feel my friends laughing as they made comments, snickering at his expense as they walked past us.

I was too stubborn to admit that it bothered me, to admit that I felt trapped between two worlds — my friends who I felt loyal to, and Chris, whose passion for skating and the freedom he radiated off him drew me in. “Why don’t you just tell them to stop?” I snapped, fists clenched at my sides. “Oh, right!” he emphasized each word through gritted teeth, “Because you know they’d listen to me. ‘Oh, look at the loser! What a joke!’” He was pacing now, waves of frustration beaming from him as he glared at me. I could tell he was hurt and that made it worse for me. This wasn’t the first time we’d had this conversation, it seemed every time we met, our discussions turned into a bickering fight.

“Why can’t you just grow a backbone for once?” I found myself shouting, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Chris was the one person I didn’t want to keep fighting with. There was something inside me that pricked me at the thought of him being hurt—something that made me want to shield him from the world, even if I was part of the problem. “I get it, you’re popular, you have to keep up your perfect appearance.” His voice was cold and I hated that I could see right through it. “But that doesn’t mean you need to stand by while they bully someone who hasn’t done anything to you.”

The weight of his words hung between us, and for a moment, we both bathed in the silence, thunder rumbling in the background and threatening to strike. My breaths came ragged, and I could feel the frustration boiling over, a fierce mix of feelings I’d contained far too long. “Do you even care about them?” I shot back, suddenly feeling more bold, “I mean, seriously, do you care that I’m their friend? Or is it just about you being the victim here?” “Maybe if you gave them less attention, they’d stop. Ever think about that?” he shot back with a knife that cut deeper than any of my friends’ insults.

I took a step closer as rain soaked through my clothes, breath hitching as the heat between us crackled. “You think I’m just some heartless bitch, don’t you? You think I enjoy having these petty losers as friends? You know nothing about me,” I spat. He stepped forward, our faces inches apart as the storm raged around us. “So what’s stopping you from saying something? You’re the one with the power in this situation, right?” And just like that, the last strings broke inside me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to shake him and make him understand. “You don’t get it at all, Chris! Maybe I don’t always know what the fuck to do! Maybe—” My voice trembled and before I could think about the honesty I’m about to spill, I continued, “Maybe I just didn’t know how to tell you I liked you!”

His eyes widened, surprise sparkling in them and my heart tripped over itself at my confession. My cheeks burned and beneath the rain, I could feel the silence swallow us whole. The storm around us was like background noise as everything I pooled inside of me far too long, unraveling and honest. My breath caught as he closed the distance, moving so smoothly it caught me off guard. “What are you do—” Before I could finish, he tilted my chin up and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was sudden as if he was attempting to drown out all the noise in my head, all the rambling I would never stop. It felt electric, warmth pulsing through my veins that made the rain fade into nothing.

When he finally pulled away, my pulse immediately started to race. I blinked up at him, confusion swirling inside of me. “Wait… Did you just really kiss me to shut me up?” He smirked, a shimmer of playfulness in his blue eyes. “Maybe,” he replied and I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension slowly dissolving into something lighter, something filled with hope. “So, popular girl, what now?” I hesitated but with a new fire building inside of me I grinned and said, “We show those little bastard who not to mess with.” And as the rain poured and drenching us both, I realized that maybe, just maybe, we’d figure it out together.

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[nonchalantlucy]

Introducing....

LOSER-SUB!CHRIS STURNIOLO X DOM!READER

warnings: smut, edging kink, masturbation, sub male, slight degradition kink, losing NNN, overstimulation, oral sex (male recieving), use of y/n, little to no plot, pet names, NOT PROOF READ

details: DOM!READER will be using SHE/HER pronouns. chris lives with his girlfriend, y/n, who works at the local pet store. one day, she comes home early to find chris in a very compromising situation.

a/n: hi lovelies!! thank you for voting on my poll. as you can see, this story won! if you would still like to see the matt story, let me know!! this is my first time writing in MONTHS, so excuse me if it's bad... ENJOY!!

You walked into your apartment, noticing all the lights out. You know Chris is home, You saw his car outside, and it's only 6:00.

You slide your shoes off and walk deeper into the familiar darkness, placing your purse and jacket on the couch.

You stumble towards the hallway, tripping slightly on a cord. You come to a halt outside of yours and Chris's shared room.

You reach for the handle, turning it to open the door slightly. You stop in your tracks, the door not even halfway open when you hear a quiet whimper.

You peek your head around the door and into the room, seeing Chris lying on the bed. One arm is draped over his face, his head thrown back into the pillows. The other hand is rather low, stroking a quite intimate area very rapidly.

You step into the room fully, slightly mesmerized at the sight. You couldn't help but giggle quietly, which Chris hears.

His arm shoots off his head, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over himself as he sits up. His eyes glued to you.

"Babe, your home early..."

He speaks awkwardly, shying away under the blanket.

"That I am. What were you doing?"

You speak teasingly, walking towards the bed slowly. You know what he was doing, and he knows you know

"Nothing babe."

"Oh, so jerking yourself is nothing?"

"Shut up.."

"Weren't you bragging to Nate about how your gonna win NNN?"

"And I will. Its No NUT November, doesnt mean I can't touch myself."

"Hmm, I think I could make you lose."

You say, sitting down next to him, your hand snaking under the blanket and resting on his thigh.

"As if. I have more self control then that."

Chris speaks in a tone of courage, but the shudder his body gives and the quiet gasp he lets out says otherwise.

"Is that...a challenge?"

You speak, gently lifting the blanket off of him and crawling over him, hovering.

"Maybe."

As soon as the word left his mouth, you wasted no time. Your lips fly down, attacking his, as your hand snakes down his body to his most intimate member.

You wrap your finger around his cock, gently, causing him to gasp into the kiss. When his lips part, your tounge subconsciously shoots into his mouth, exploring it.

You begin to move your hand up and down, slowly. Your long nails, which he had paid for, adding extra sensation.

You slowly pull your lips off his, before moving them down to his neck. Leaving little bruises all over it, being sure to bite his most sensitive spot.

"Y/n.."

He gasps out your name, his hips bucking involuntarily up into your hand.

"Shh, be quiet for me.."

You mumble against his neck.

Your stroking gets faster, and his whimpers get louder.

"Y/n, Im gonna cum!"

Chris cries out, and you immediately stop the movement.

He lets out a whine and looks down at you, giving a questioning look.

You pull away from his neck, looking up at him.

"Wouldnt wanna lose, now would you?"

You smirk, crawling back up and kissing him.

This kiss is long and passionate, as he cups your cheek. Your tounges danced together in a loving fight. The heat between your bodies matching the flame of the sun.

Your hand moves back down, starting the stroking slowly. Teasing the tip of his cock, before speeding up slightly.

You pull away from the kiss, staring down at him. Watching as his eyebrows furrow, and his head tilts back slightly.

His lips pressed into a thin line, a slight sweat on the edges of his mouth. His eyes squeezed shut.

You begin moving your hand faster.

His mouth falls open, groans falling out one after another, and his head jerks back further.

You can tell hes close. So,

You stop your hand movmemt, earning a whine from him. You give him a sharp look, shutting him up before he has a chance to protest.

You climb off the bed, getting on your knees at the edge. You open your mouth to give commands, but before you can Chris is already positioned infront of you, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Little slut."

You mumble, before kissing the tip of his length. He lets out a quiet whimper, before responding. Or atleast, attempting to respond.

"Im not a slu- ahh!"

His words cut off, and blend into a moan as your wrap your lips around his tip. Your tounge flicks the very top as you move your mouth lower.

He throws his head back, a stream of curses, moans, and grunts leave his mouth as your work your magic.

You push your mouth as far down and deep you can go. Taking almost all his length in your mouth. What you cant take, your hand is tightly wrapped around it and twisting.

This throws him over the edge, his head falls back as he attempts to pull away from you.

"Please, im gonna.."

Before he can finish his sentence, you feel a string of warmth fly into your mouth and down your throat. It was a salty taste, but you swallowed it all nonetheless.

You dont pull your mouth way however. You keep going.

Sucking, and bobbing your head up and down.

"To much, to much"

Chris cries out, but his hand that has found its way to your hair eggs you on, pushing your face towards him as his hips buck up into your mouth.

Whimpers upon whimpers leave his mouth, and even faster then the first time he releases in your mouth once again.

You pull away, after swallowing it of course, and look up at him.

"Loser."

"Shut the fuck up."

hope you enjoyed it ! its not the best and kinda short, but its what i got ! let me know if you have any requests !!!

[camzeecorner]

𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 |2|

Waking up the next morning, Chris could feel the heavy added weight on his body. As he looked down, he was met with the soft, rhythmic sound of your breathing and the sight of your scrunched-up face nestled against his chest. You looked completely relaxed, as if you had managed to block out the outside world entirely.

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room and highlighting the peaceful expression on your face. Chris couldn't help but smile at the sight, feeling a surge of warmth and protectiveness wash over him. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from your forehead, careful not to wake you, and took a moment to simply enjoy the serene moment, grateful for the quiet intimacy of the morning.

As Chris ran his fingertips gently over your face, he couldn't help but smile to himself. The sensation of your soft skin beneath his touch brought a sense of calm and contentment. He wasn't entirely sure if he had imagined the events of last night, but as he glanced over the side of the bed, the scattered pile of clothes confirmed it was all real.

The memories of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and tender moments flooded back, making his heart swell with joy. The room still carried the faint scent of your perfume, mingling with the fresh morning air, and the sight of your peaceful slumber beside him made everything feel like a beautiful dream come true.

He watched as your body began to stir, a soft groan escaping your lips as you stretched, muscles waking up from the night’s rest. As you gently peeled your skin from Chris’s, your eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times to regain your vision.

“Good morning,” you heard above you. His voice was raspy and deep, carrying a warmth that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. You smiled, feeling a rush of affection, and pulled your tired body up, swinging your arms around his neck to embrace him in a warm hug. “Good morning, Chris,” you spoke cheerfully, your voice filled with genuine happiness. The embrace was comforting, a perfect start to what you knew would be a wonderful day together.

His heart warmed at the welcoming start of his morning. Returning the hug, he let out a shy giggle. It wasn’t often he was shown affection on this level, but he cherished it and savored each passing second. He felt your lips plant a soft kiss on the lower side of his cheek, and a sudden warmth spread across his face, making him feel unexpectedly embarrassed.

The tenderness of the moment was overwhelming, and he could feel his heart race as he held you close, relishing the intimacy and the connection you shared.

As you both pulled away from the hug, Chris looked at you with a shy, almost nervous smile. "Uh, we should probably get ready for the day," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, his eyes darting away from yours.

You found it adorable how Chris would get so shy, but you felt closer to reaching your goal; getting him out of his shell.

After getting dressed, Chris nervously took your hand, his palm slightly sweaty, and led you downstairs. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the sound of voices coming from the kitchen.

You hummed as you inhaled the fresh scent. “Smells really good” you giggled quietly. As you walked in, two guys turned to look at you, their conversation pausing mid-sentence.

"Um, Y/N, these are my older brothers, Matt and Nick," Chris introduced, his voice barely above a whisper as he stared down at his feet.

Chris had never brought a girl home, to say he was nervous as hell was an understatement. Matt, the taller of the two, stepped forward first with a friendly smile that reached his eyes.

"Hey, nice to meet you, Y/N," Matt said, extending his hand for a firm handshake. He smiled at her warmly before stepping back and taking his seat at the table again. Nick followed, giving a nod and a warm smile.

"Yeah, great to meet you," Nick added. "Welcome to our morning madness." He added with a soft chuckle.

You smiled confidently, feeling at ease despite the new faces. "Nice to meet you both," you replied, joining them at the table. You and Chris both helped yourself to some breakfast, eating side by side and his brothers continued to talk.

As you slid your fork into your mouth you began to slid your green hand off your lap and into Chris. You rested it there as you stayed calm. “The food is really good” you complimented. “Thanks, it’s about one of the only things we know how to make.” Nick laughed.

Chris could feel his breath catch in his throat as you began moving you hand, cupping his cock, repeating the same actions that occurred last night. He nearly choked on his food, startled by the new movement. His widened eyes turned to you as he silently pleaded for more.

You pretended not to notice what he was doing, minding your business and you continued to eat. Chris on the other hand could feel you slowly being your hand up and into his pants, palming him slightly feeling him grow hard.

“Thanks for breakfast, we’re gonna go upstairs.” Chris spoke fast, pulling your hand from him, he pulled your body onto your feet dragging you behind him and up the stairs. As you reached his door he shut it with a harsh bang. Seeing his body turn to yours brought a smile on your face, “what’s wrong?” You asked innocently.

“Y-you can’t do that..” Chris warned you. His cheeks began to turn into a deep red, the blush spreading over his face. You gave him sad eyes as you poked your bottom lip out. “Do what? I was just eating.” You lie.

Chris ran his hand over his face sharply inhaling. “You did something, you can’t do that when my brothers are around..” his voice shy and low. You pressed your lips together as you nodded your head.

“M’sorry Chris.. m’so so sorry.” You spoke. They was a hence of sarcasm laced in your voice, he could tell by the small smirk plastered on your face.

“So to be clear you don’t want me doing this?” You ask before sinking to your knees. Chris eyes followed you, seeing your hands reach up, as you peppered kisses over his crotch teasing him.

“What are you doing..?” Chris whispered, his voice shaking. You shrug as you slowly slid his pants off, reading him with your actions. You reach into his waistband your fingers ticking his waist. You can visibly see how nervous he is, falling sort under your touch.

As you slid his pants, they make a small thud sound. Slowly reaching for his boxers you look up at him, silently asking for his permission. With a small nod from Chris he exhaled a long shaky breath, feeling the cold air hit his now fully hard and wet dick.

You watched as his precum dripped down his cock, glistening in the light. It was a sight you could never forget. You nearly moaned at the sight in front of you.

You reached your hand up placing a firm grip before you slowly start to stroke him. “Please.. faster.” He begged above. As you brought his tip to your mouth you began to kitty lick his tip, was as his face fell apart. Loud moans escaped his mouth as he softly griped your hair, guiding you.

Both your hand and mouth began to work at a faster pace, gaining speed he started to uncontrollably whimper. The feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him made him loose control. Moaning loudly, you could feel him twitch in your mouth, a warning sign that he was very close.

“Gonna cum- shit..” he whispered. You nodded your head telling him it was okay before feeling the warm liquid fill your mouth. You continued to bob your head, allowing him to ride his high out. You didn’t stop until he was completely milked, the taste lingering on your tongue.

Pulling away you stood up, meeting eye level with him once again. Bringing his face closer to yours, you kissed him allowing both your saliva and his fluids to mix together.

“Ready to go?”

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[jointlesss]

𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 ·₊̣̇.

warnings ; smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), cursing,...

the soft golden glow of the living room lamp bathed the four of them in warm light as they sat in a loose circle on the floor, a half-empty pizza box discarded near the couch. the night had started off simple—movies, snacks, a little bit of harmless gossip—but somehow, they'd ended up here.

"alright," matt smirked, fidgeting with his rings as he leaned back against the couch. "who's first?"

chris grinned, shaking a soda can in his hands like a magician about to pull off a trick. "c'mon, we all know the only right way to do this. spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on has to pick: truth or dare."

nick rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his amusement. "this is so random chris. Why spin the bottle?"

"you’re just scared," cher teased, nudging him with her shoulder.

nick scoffed. "please. spin it."

chris set the empty soda can in the middle and gave it a hard spin. the room fell silent as they all watched it whirl, anticipation thick in the air. as it slowed, the can wobbled before finally coming to a stop—pointing directly at matt.

“fuckin’ hell ofc it lands on me,” he sighs. “truth.”

“What's your body count?” chris’ head turned from cher to matt as she asked the question.

“cher ur so annoying one day i will whoop your ass but yeah its 3.” they nodded and went on with their game. Matt spun the bottle once again landing on chris this time.

 

“Dare.” he quickly answers without thinking. “Alright i dare you to do seven minutes in heaven with cher-” before matt could actually finish his sentence chris stormed of after he threw cher over his shoulder.

as they walk away you could hear nick and matt murmuring : “they’re definitely not staying there for less than half an hour…”

the door slammed shut with a loud bang as chris kicked it closed, and the definite click of the lock echoes as it wraps around them in safety within the enclosed room. it is pitch black, enveloping them in the darkness of the room, and the air is dense with tension mixed with the sweet scent of his cologne.

her back is against the wall, heart racing, nerves tingling. he's close, too close.

there was a pause where he looked deep into her eyes, then his voice shot through the silence, distinctive in its low, playful tone. "what do we do now?"

she exhales sharply, her heart racing wildly as she grows hyper aware of his fingers stroking her wrist, drawing slow, lazy circles around her delicate skin. the touch is so light and airy, almost as though he is not touching her at all, yet it sets a searing spark shooting through her nerves.

“seven minutes," she whispers softly, her chin tossed up in hope though she cannot possibly see him standing in front of her. "Cher my baby… you know it won't only last 7 minutes…”

A harsh chuckle. Then heat.

His body is surprising her by pushing hard against hers. She can distinctly feel the heat radiated from him in his shirt and how his chest rises and falls a little quicker than it was just a second or two before.

His fingers stroke up her arm, slowly and purposely, before they trail along her jawline, eventually tipping her head to the side, making her feel the intimate, close contact between them and making her wonder what he'll do next. His warm breath barely brushes against her lips, a soft tease that sends shivers down her spine.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

She doesn't.

Instead she clenches his shirt material in a tight fist and tugs him down towards her. The kiss starts off slowly at first, as if they are savouring the taste of their saliva mixing, but when she finally pulls away slightly, he takes complete command of the situation.

 His hands move down her waist smoothly, holding tight and drawing her in towards him. She gasps softly as his teeth lightly caress her bottom lip, while his fingers exert just enough pressure to send her head spinning with pleasure.

“Your pretty lips.. Make me wanna fuck you till you keep beggin’ for more..”

His lips start to wander lower, softly grazing along the line of her jaw, down to her collarbone, leaving a trail of small, passionate kisses. Her body is filled with a pleasant shudder as he tenderly murmurs sweet nothings against her delicate skin.

Her hands moved the rest on his shoulders up to grabbing his hair as he kept on going lower. Chris looked up at her looking for consent as he tugged at the hem of her top.

She arched into his touch, her breathing escalating into frantic gasps as he tugged her top over her head and discarded it. His hands were on her in an instant, searching, squeezing, claiming. His mouth wasn't far behind, warm and avid, tracing the line of her neck before latching onto the vulnerable place just below her ear, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

A pained moan tore from her mouth when he moved her from against the wall to their bed, his body pinning hers underneath his. She tugged chris’ shirt off in one motion, throwing it somewhere random in the room.

"Impatient, aren't you?" he taunted, his voice rough. cher rocked her hips up into him, and he moaned against her neck. "Shut up and get them off," she breathed. His hands moved effortlessly, sweeping her jeans down her legs in a single motion before his palms parted her thighs.  

Admiring the sight in front of him, chris rubbed small circles on her inner thighs. “So wet f’me baby… got you all worked up and haven’t touched you yet…”

She whimpered at his words, her hips shifting involuntarily, searching for relief. Chris smiled, his touch still teasing, still just out of her reach. He liked her like this—needy, desperate, completely desperate for him.

"Patience, sweetheart," he murmured, his fingers trailing higher, ghosting over where she needed him most before retreating just enough to drive her crazy.

A moan of frustration slipped from her mouth. "Chris, please."

He groaned at her begging, his control tenuously thin. After discarding her panties smoothly, he drew a single finger through her wet heat, a low groan breaking from him as he registered how ready she was. "Fuck," he cursed, his eyes black with need. "You're dripping for me."

She gasped when he inserted one finger inside her, slow but purposeful, curling it just so. Her back bowed, a breathless cry on her lips as he inserted another, his thumb pressing against her sensitive bud, circling in perfect rhythm with his movement. "That's it," he whispered, watching her come apart, his mouth skimming her thigh and moving upward. "Let me hear you, baby."

As he felt her coming close, he retreated his fingers out of her velvety walls.

“Chris… noo…” Cher whined restlessly.

Flipping her over in a matter of a second, he pressed cher down to the bed, hands firm on the small of her back, guiding her. She gasped as she felt him behind her, his body hot, his grip possessive as he spread her thighs.  

In an instant his sweatpants and boxers are gone, Chris’ dick springing free.

"You look so fucking good like this," Chris growled, voice thick with lust. His hands skat down her sides before biting into her hips and holding her still as he aligned himself up to her entrance. He didn't ease in; he pushed forward with one deep, claiming thrust that elicited a sharp cry from her throat.  

"Fuck," she gasped, claws digging into the sheets as he set a rough pace, each thrust forcing her forward on him, her body crashing as he inched inside her. The room thudded with the sounds of skin slapping to skin, his breath ragged and hers breaking into low moans.  

Chris reached up, fisted a handful of her hair, wrenching her head back just enough to make her arch for him. "This what you wanted, baby?" he rasped, his other hand cracking down on her ass.  

She moaned, back arching deeper, pushing against him, taking him deeper and deeper. "Yes-God, yes-"  

He groaned and tightened his grip. "Then take it."  

With that, he fucked her harder, pressing against her with his hips, chasing the sweet, unbearable pleasure that sent both of them spiraling toward the edge. 

His pace grew harder, more desperate, every thrust pushing her further into the mattress.

The room erupted in sounds where their bodies collided; the deep, guttural groans of him mixed with the breathless, broken moans of her.  

He pulled her hair back, his chest pressed against her back, lips finding the shell of her ear. "You feel so fucking good," he growled, teeth grazing her skin before biting down just enough to get her to whimper.  

His free hand slipped down her body to that swollen bundle of nerves between her thighs. He didn’t tease; he knew she was already on the edge. Instead, he rubbed tight, merciless circles in time with the punishing rhythm of his thrusts.  

Her body went tense, walls clenching around him and strangled cries ripped from her lips. "Chris- fuck, I'm-"  

"Come for me," he commanded, voice ragged with need. "Let me feel it."  

And then she shattered, waves of pleasure crashing through her with such intensity that she thought she would shatter, her cries muffled against the sheets.  

He cursed under his breath as he felt her clench around him, his rhythm faltering. He held her hips painfully tight and pummeled her a few more times before burying deeply with a rough, shuddering groan, spilling himself deep as he collapsed over her back.  

For a few moments, neither one of them moved, bodies tangled, breaths ragged. Then Chris kissed the small of her shoulder, his touch suddenly gentle as he ran his hands up and down her sides.  

"You okay, baby?" he murmured against her skin, voice softer now.  

She moaned slightly, her body still trembling. "More than okay."  

Chris smirked against her shoulder, pressed another lingering kiss there. "Good," he murmured. "Because I'm not done with you yet." 

a/n ; i had so much fun writing this omd ! thank you chatgpt for helping me out

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⟡ ݁₊ . introducing fratboy!chris

࿐frat!boychris is the life of the party. lives in boston massachusetts with his brothers—matt and nick—but spends most of his time at the fraternity house or around campus. a loud, confident, and extroverted personality who thrives in chaotic social settings. loves parties more than anything. you'll mostly catch him with a joint hanging from his mouth. listens to travis scott, drake, tyler, the creator, playboi carti, and house music. drinks more energy drinks than water. always has a cap on (mostly backwards,) and his silver chain.

⟡ ݁₊ . introducing loser!reader

࿐loser!reader is an introvert to her core. quiet and shy. prefers staying home over going out. loves lipgloss and the colour pink. spends most of her time reading, studying, or rewatching her favourite shows. awkward in big crowds and always avoids the spotlight. loves artic monkeys, lana del rey, phoebe bridgers, harry styles, and mac miller. drinks iced-coffee all year round. finds comfort in over-sized hoodies, sneakers, and her favourite books. would rather have a deep conversation with one person than try to impress a room full of people. has a small circle of close friends.

it wasn't your kind of night. parties like this never were.

the frat house was alive, pulsing with bass-heavy music and the chaotic energy of too many people crammed into one space. you had come reluctantly, dragged by a friend who insisted that "getting out would be good for you." now you stood awkwardly in the corner of the kitchen, gripping a half-empty cup of something that smelled too strong and tasted worse. you tried to look busy--pretending to text, adjusting your sweater--anything to avoid eye contact.

chris noticed you almost immediately. not because you stood out, but because you didn't. in a room full of girls trying to throw themselves at guys and loud laughter, you were quiet, kept to yourself, your eyes flitting nervously as if you were desperate to shrink into the shadows. it was a contrast he couldn't ignore.

he walked over, his easy confidence radiating even as he leaned against the counter beside you. "you don't look like you're having fun," he said, his voice loud enough to cut through the noise but tinged with a teasing grin.

your head snapped up, startled. you hadn't expected anyone to talk to you--least of all him. his red backwards cap, red solo cup and silver chain practically screamed frat boy, and the way he held himself made it clear he knew how to own a room. you glanced at him, then quickly looked away, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"i'm fine," you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the music.

chris raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "yeah? because standing in the corner looking miserable doesn't really scream 'fine' to me."

you bit your lip, unsure how to respond. part of you wanted to brush him off, but the other part--the part that noticed how his smile didn't feel as cocky as you'd expected--kept you rooted in place.

"not really my scene," you admitted softly, your fingers tightening around your cup.

"well," he said, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, "lucky for you, it's my kind of thing. stick with me, and i'll show you how to survive it."

you rolled your eyes softly, but when he didn't leave--and when his teasing grin softened into something almost genuine--you couldn't help but let a small smile slip, even though your nerves were sky-rocketing. maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.

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can you write something abt loser!reader x fratboy!chris, where reader starts seeing someone else and chris gets jealous. I love your writing sooo much !!!

it's been radio silence from you to chris for about a week now. he's confused, because what the hell? last time he noticed, he was the only guy who ever gave a shit about you. so to see you posting a picture on your instagram with you and another guy made his face twist into some disgusted expression while staring at his phone.

you looked happy. like, happier than you usually were with him. which he found fucking ridiculous, considering for a good chunk of time chris was the only one who put up with your rambling and annoying habits. the post didn't get many likes, barely up to 150. it was mostly just some of your friends who probably thought your new boyfriend was hot and some random people who thought you were pretty, based on the comments.

he doesn't notice the swirl of jealousy unfurling in his chest, a second later and chris is banging on your dorm room door only to be met with silence. his knuckles bang against the wooden door unsteady on it's hinges, jaw ticking and teeth grinding together subconsciously. only again, you don't peek your head out in the crack of your door like normal, you don't come to answer and smile almost immediately as you spot chris.

he's standing awkwardly in front of the door to your dorm, either no one's home and he looks like a fool right now or you're ignoring him. he knows that 'friend' of yours who shares a room with you is out at a frat party tonight, and you don't even go anywhere—so why the fuck aren't you answering?

he's about to blurt out your name but thought against it as the hallway was deathly silent right now, especially so late at night. he'd probably get complaints from whoever roomed here. his knuckles rap against the door again, shifting around awkwardly. a swirl of frustration and annoyance bloomed in his chest, because you couldn't possibly be busy.

he tries the knob—obviously nothing. until the sounds of shuffling are heard inside, and a second later you're standing in the doorway with messy hair and weary eyes. a yawn mixes in with your words, too tired to even realize this is chris. you've been ignoring him for a little now, afraid if your new boyfriend found out he'd call it cheating or something.

chris doesn't say or do anything before shoving you inside and closing your door, met with dim darkness and the only lighting provided from the warm lamp on your desk. your dorm room is a cluttered mess of trinkets and work and textbooks, tabletop a pile of studies and some clothing items littering the floor.

"what's your fuckin' problem, kid?" you stare at him. it's like this for a little, the two of you staring as chris impatiently waits for his words to register in your thick ass skull. you don't really know how to respond, truthfully. lips tugging into a frown and shoulders lifting up and down a little, you take a seat on your bed. the sheets are everywhere, having just woken up.

chris is standing there looking so out of place. he keeps on thinking about that stupid post of you and that guy, forcing himself to try and calm the fuck down. "what, gonna sit there in silence? fuckin' heard me, know y'did. what the hell is goin' on? you've been ignoring me like i have the flu."

the little space is silent, and you kind of hate it. normally, silence comes as a comfort to you. it relaxes your head and makes you much less anxious, but this time it felt uncomfortable. it felt deafening, as you gnaw on your bottom lip until it's started stinging from the constant abuse. "i dunno. i, uh, i got a boyfriend," you shrug, like it wasn't a big deal. because it technically wasn't, you and chris weren't even together.

"oh, alright. whatever, then, so you go n'give me the silent treatment? that's some childish shit n'you know it," he scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest lazily, obviously upset. but why? he was more so upset at you not telling him and forcing him to jerk off into his hand for the past week, than the boyfriend part. he couldn't give a shit if you started dating your best friend.

chris isnt good with feelings. he'll play everything off, ignoring the way his chest burns as you justify what you did. he's barely listening to a word you say, the particular label 'boyfriend' stuck in his head. he couldn't believe someone like you pulled.

"so.. y'know," you've crossed your legs together on the plush mattress of your bed, eyes darting around your littered floor and practically refusing to look chris in the eyes. "sorry. didn't mean to ignore you.." and that's the truth. because chris has stuck with you, while your life turned to practically shit and everyone started becoming someone you couldn't trust. chris just rolls his eyes, scoffing under his breath and starting towards you. he stands in front of you, lip curled in annoyance as he looks you up and down for a second.

"whatever. y'should pay me back for all that lost time though.. so uh," chris' hands are gravitating towards his belt without another second, unsure of how to deal with what he's feeling in his chest every time he hears you mumble the word 'boyfriend' in his mind. it makes him feel sick. he wont ever admit it though.

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