#sturniolotriplet

[mar1ove]

need me a man who looks at me like Matt looks at camera.. just pls😩🙏

::: vid by sturniolccv(tt)

[raestromboli]

plug!chris catching you riding his pillow ᡣ𐭩

coming to your place after a long day of dealing was a natural thing for chris to do. so when he and some of his friends that tagged along with him had no more clients left, they suggested an evening at some fancy restaurant to spend their money. chris, of course, quickly waved them off because he wanted to spend his time with his pretty little girlfriend after being so busy the past few days.

so imagine the surprise he felt as soon as he heard the most lewd noises coming from your bedroom . . noises that he’d recognise anywhere.

he feels like a perv, but that’s the least of his worries.

chris peeks through the small gap between the doorway and your conveniently opened door; it’s just enough for him to see just how perfect you look. the pillow, the one he usually sleeps on, between your thighs, a wet spot visible on its pillowcase, your tits free from any restraint, with your finger cradling them gently, and your face . . . fuck, your face.

your have the most vulgar expression imaginable. god, you’re better than any wet dream he ever had. your face is tilted to the side, eyes closed with pleading brows pinched upwards. your cheeks were dusted with the prettiest shade of red. his fresh love hoodie is bunched up and being held up by your teeth to expose your pretty tits bouncing every grind of your hips you take, and you’re letting out the cutest little muffled whines and moans.

it’s no surprise that your boyfriend gets hard instantly, hands flying to his crotch with no hesitation as he unzips his pants, sliding down just enough to take his cock out. his bony fingers wrap around his leaky cock and hisses lowly. his eyes were solely trained on printing the beautiful image right into the depths of his mind.

a pitiful pout grows on his lips. he can tell that you’ve been going at it for a while now from how much you’re panting and how you lean forward on your hands every other minute because of the annoying, yet delicious burn in your fleshy thighs, and chris wishes he could be under you instead of that damned pillow, holding you down because he knows how much you squirm on his dick and pistoning his hips into you just right.

there’s no doubt in his mind that he’s definitely not going to do that, but chris wants to savor the thrill of this a little bit too . . . wants to watch you pleasure yourself without him.

you roll your hips so expertly that chris feels even more jealous of that inanimate object, imaging your slick stained on the pillow glistening on his dick instead. the hurried movements, how you know when to push down further and how to keep the steady rhythm, how your face twists in exquisite pleasure with no care for the world—your boyfriend can barely stop himself from cumming right then and there.

chris strokes himself to match the roll of your hips, teeth digging in his bottom lip helplessly as he feels himself getting closer, just like you do. your hips get more erratic, humping the pillow faster and faster while your muffled whines get louder and longer. chris grips the doorway with his free hand to not go through it and disturb you, completely head over heels from how fascinating you look.

the only thing he’s late to realise is that you’re not even watching anything lewd to help you reach your high, and that becomes clear when you start crying out his name in a high-pitched tone that makes him go weak in the knees.

he thrusts into his own fist uncontrollably, but reluctantly gains the ability to stop himself only after seeing your heavenly closed eyes open, the fucked out look taking over your face as he grips his shaft tighter to not cum in the hallway right then and there.

you cum with a strangled cry of his name, gripping the sheets with shaky hands to ground yourself.

you came thinking about him. that alone makes chris wonder if he should kick his feet up high and giggle like a schoolgirl or burst into the room and fuck your sensitive pussy ‘til your cum completely coats his cock. he chooses the latter.

you pant heavily, little moans slipping past your lips as you lazily rock your hips against the pillow. chris doesn’t let you bask in the post-orgasm haze, however, because he’s barging into your room unceremoniously. with zipped pants of course!

squealing in surprise, you yank your blanket over your body, nervously looking at him with big, startled eyes while he casually strolls over to your bed, hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans and keen eyes focused only on you.

“chris. . i-i can explain!” you try to reason, but when your boyfriend simply smirks at you, you know you should stop talking.

“explain riding my pillow?” he’s only teasing, but it still makes you stutter and stumble over your words. you pout for moment, pulling your hoodie over your body before curling further into your blanket in sheer embarrassment. there’s an apology spilling out of your lips, but chris tuts at you condescendingly as he grips onto the blanket and pulls it away from you.

“fuck you lookin’ at? i want you to do it again.” there’s a smirk rising on his lips as he watches your eyes widen and your lips part to protest.

“but!—“

���nah, you wanna be a slut and ride my pillow. all i’m asking is for you to do it again, a’ight? then maybe, i’ll fuck you if you’re good.”

[sturngirly]

–‘Paper stars’– Chris sturniolo.

in which... your boyfriend chris finds out you've got a praise kink.

warnings: none, suggestive at the end!!

‘hi lol, this is based on this meme chris reposted on instagram stories’

– ... you think is weird? – i ask in fear of freaking out my boyfriend chris, we haven't been dating for too long, we've been together for 3 weeks but we've been friends for about a year and a half, we haven't done anything beyond making out and now we are playing a game of questions, his question being if i have something i haven't told him yet.

– that you have a praise kink? no, i don't think it's weird, why would i? – he says looking at me with an expression i can't quite read.

– I don't know you're looking at me funny – i say honestly, chris is a really expressive guy and i can tell almost every time how he feels just by looking at his face but now he looks like he is deep in thought.

– it's your turn now, dude –

– oh yeah, what is something YOU haven't told me yet? – i question pointing at chris and a little louder when I say ‘you’ tilting my head when i see the same boy scratching his neck bringing his eyes at the ceiling looking like he's searching for an answer.

– ... i also have a praise kink – he says bringing his face to the side almost like trying to hide it.

– ... you do? – you question, you always thought chris looked like the type of guy to be more into degrading which makes you surprised by his answer.

– yeah, ya seem surprised by that... y'know what? I could show you right now – you didn't know what chris had under his sleeve, he was always full of random ass scenarios that no one would've guessed was on his mind.

i watched as the blue eyed boy got up from his position on the floor and started walking towards his bedside table opening the first drawer and grabbing something from it, i couldn't see what it was until chris turned around facing me... it was a paper full of bright yellow stars.

– what are you implying?... – i said completely confused about what chris was thinking.

– imma start giving ya paper stars for every thing you do good – he replies giggling at himself and the face that i give him after he answers.

– ... i swear you're not real, you are a complete idiot – i say as chris begins laughing non stop at his stupid joke making me start laughing with him, repeatedly hitting the floor with my fist while chris has to support himself with his bed to not fall to the ground in tears by how much he's laughing.

– oh my god... that was funny... okay – i say as i try to catch my breath.

– HELL YEAH, as soon as you confessed that I was thinking about doing it – chris says making me feel more calm knowing that it wasn't that he thought i was weird and that he was just trying to think something funny to say.

we start to get quiet and before i can say anything chris slowly gets on top of me beginning to caress the left side of my face with one of his hands while the other one holds my waist.

– seriously tho, i could start doing it... but you'll have to be a good girl, yeah? – he says giving me a smirk and sleepy eyes making my cheeks get the reddest they've ever been while i mumble something unable to get words out because of how flustered i got.

– cat got ya tongue kid? –

WHAT DO WE THINK? this is my first time ever posting a fanfic on tumblr and i actually don't love this but I really hope y'all do!!

[middlepartmatt]

seven minutes in heaven. . . 𖥔 ݁ ᥫ᭡

❝ baby, let me take the pressure off you. i'll make the first move, and do what i got to ❞ — play with me, rendezvouz at two

at a party, you end up spending 7 minutes in a closet with the quietest boy in school — matt. when the time runs out and you’re both left unsatisfied, you tell him to come find you to finish what you started.

WARNINGS: smut, sub!matt x dom!reader, praise kink, handjob, edging, oral (m!receiving)

“who’s next?”

the living room bustles with excitement, the sounds of voices drowning out the thumping music in the background. you originally came to this party with your best friend, but she quickly disappeared with her boyfriend, leaving you to fend for yourself in this ginormous house. even though you know almost everyone here from school, you haven’t really spoken to anyone yet, which is very unlike you.

so, when someone suggested seven minutes in heaven, you immediately nodded your head and sat down alongside everybody else who wanted to play. you’ve been sitting here for over half an hour now, patiently waiting for your turn. you fiddle with the cup in your hands, eagerly waiting to see who's going next. if nobody volunteers, you're thinking of being the one to spin the bottle. it's getting boring sitting out here, and you're in the mood for a bit of fun. it's been a while.

“matt, you go!”

you turn your head, gaze landing on chris sturniolo, a boy in your chemistry class. you’ve not spoken to him much, but he’s always cracking jokes that often times get him sent out of the room. next to him is one of his triplet brothers, as chris nudges his arm and points towards the bottle on the coffee table in the middle.

you don’t know much about matt, other than that he’s the total opposite of chris. he’s introverted, quiet, shy. even the way he’s sitting now shows just how uncomfortable he is, hunched over on the couch, looking sheepish as his glasses slide down his nose slightly. you’re not usually into glasses, but you can’t help but think that they look weirdly cute on him.

“me?” matt asks, eyes widening as he turns to his brother. chris nods enthusiastically, so matt sighs and reaches forward to spin the bottle.

you watch carefully, bringing your drink up to your lips and taking a long sip. the bottle slowly spins to a stop, and much to everyone’s surprise, it ends up pointing right at you.

you feel everyone’s eyes on you but you ignore it, getting up from the couch and setting your now-empty drink down on the coffee table. you begin heading towards the closet, then turn around when you notice you're the only one who seems to be doing so.

“are you coming?” you ask matt, who nods quickly, jumping up from his seat and dusting himself off.

“y-yeah,” he murmurs awkwardly. it’s clear that he’s nervous from the way he’s struggling to meet your gaze, but this doesn’t faze you. you just turn back around and open the closet door, walking inside.

matt follows, shutting the door behind him. the two of you are now enclosed in darkness, excluding fairy lights that have been strung around the room to give it a calm ambiance.

you and matt face each other, and it’s only now that you realize how close the two of you are. his breath is hot as he shakily inhales and exhales, trying to keep his cool around you. his behavior only makes you more curious about him… has he ever been this close with a girl before? now that you think about it, this is the first party you’ve ever seen him at. usually, he’s always at home whenever his brothers go out, and at school he often keeps to himself or his small friendship group.

“so… uh- how are you?” matt asks randomly, looking visibly embarrassed. it's evident that he's never played this game before, either that or his nerves are getting the best of him. you suspect it's a mix of the two, because where else would matt have played seven minutes in heaven? it makes you smile a little on the inside, the fact that you're the first girl he's been with doing something to your insides.

“good,” you reply, playing along mainly for his sake. he nods at your response, before shaking his head, like he’s at war with himself.

“s-sorry you’re stuck in here with me,” he says, which surprises you. “this is probably a giant waste of time…” he trails off, before his gaze drifts to the floor and he just stares awkwardly at his shoes.

“matt,” you say then, catching him off guard. his neck snaps up and your eyes meet once again.

“hm?” he mumbles. it’s almost like he hates the attention on him, from the way he stands so stiffly.

“i don’t mind,” you shrug. it’s not like you’re saying this just to make him feel better, either — you’ve always found something about him strangely hot. your curiosity about him combined with his attractiveness that he hides behind books and his glasses causes you to unintentionally look for him around the halls at school, wondering about his life much more than you should. he’s nothing like your type, but this somehow makes you even more attracted to him.

“oh, uh, o-okay,” he stammers, like he doesn’t know how to react to your response. you grin, taking a step closer to him. your chest is now flushed against his front, and matt freezes at how close you two are. “uh…”

“have you ever been with a girl before?” you ask suddenly, cutting him off. his eyes widen comically and even in this dim lighting, you can see his cheeks turning red.

“um, no…” he says, ashamed. you feel a burning desire between your legs, because somehow his lack of experience turns you on even more.

“would you like to be?” you continue. matt nods. “yeah…” he says quietly. you look down and notice he’s clenching his fists, veins bulging out of his forearms. you raise your eyebrows, since this sight is something you never would’ve expected from him.

pushing yourself further against him, your arms snake around his neck and tangle in his hair as you pull him into a kiss. his lips are wet and soft against yours, and you’re pleasantly surprised by how natural this feels despite his lack of experience.

his arms are hanging by his sides, so you pull one of hatt’s hands up onto your waist. he hesitates for a moment, pausing the kiss to quickly glance downwards.

“are you… sure?” he asks, eyes full of nervous worry. you stay quiet and nod, tugging on his hair to pull him back in for another kiss. his grip on your waist tightens which catches you by surprise, and you can feel matt smiling slightly as you kiss him.

you tug slightly on his bottom lip with your teeth, and matt can’t help but let out a small whimper from this. the kiss turns sloppier then as you both get more into it, and subconsciously you find your hand drifting downwards.

he pulls away from you then, eyes wide as he jerks slightly at your touch. your hand is still hovering just over his dick, such a small space stopping you from touching him through the baggy jeans he’s wearing.

“oh, i’ve, um, i…” he begins anxiously, his eventually words getting caught in his throat and he falls silent. you raise an eyebrow curiously.

“have you ever been touched like this by a girl before?” you question, although you already have a suspicion of what his answer will be.

“no,” matt sighs, using a hand to cover his face due to his embarrassment. you use your other hand to reach up and pull it away, before pressing a short but sweet kiss to his lips. matt practically melts into it, and you take this as your sign to finally touch him.

you palm his dick through his clothes, and he looks downwards to see what you’re doing. you use your other hand to push his chin back up so you’re making eye contact, then slide his glasses up his nose and back into place.

“look at me, baby,” you tell him, and he whines at both your hand palming him and the nickname.

matt’s never been called baby before, obviously, but the moment the word leaves your lips he’s instantly desperate for you to say it again. it almost makes him feel special, like he’s all yours.

you move your hand now to grip him as best you can through his jeans, and matt’s body immediately responds as he bucks your hips into your palm. “fuck,” he groans, panting at the feel of your hand on him.

“you like that?” you ask smugly, feeling wetness pooling between your thighs at how worked up he’s getting. you could stay here all night with him, watching him slowly but surely lose all control. and hell, even though he’s inexperienced, you bet he could do things to you that would leave you moaning and panting just as he is right now.

“mhm,” matt mumbles, too overwhelmed to say anything else.

“use your words, matt,” you say, running your knuckles up and down his cock tentatively. he whimpers, then bites down on his lip to conceal the sound.

“i- i like it,” he responds shortly. you furrow your eyebrows, removing your hand and crossing your arms.

“is that it?” you ask teasingly, and matt looks at you pleadingly, almost like a little puppy. his eyes are wide with shock at the sudden lack of touch on him.

“what?” he exclaims, eyes darting from your face to the hand that had just been on his dick. “i- please just touch me again. please,” he begs, voice full of need.

this satisfies you, so you smile and reach for him again, going to unzip his jeans as the two of you begin making out again. you brush your tongue against his which he reciprocates surprisingly well. this only makes you more desperate for him, frantically toying at his pants to free his cock. you felt how big he was even through his pants, and it’s only made you more needy for him.

a loud knock at the door catches the two of you by surprise and you both quickly break away. matt's cheeks are flushed and with shaky hands he readjusts his pants, trying his best to hide the erection you’ve caused.

“time’s up!” chris’ voice calls from the other side of the door. you walk past matt to open the door of the closet, but he reaches forward and grabs your arm before you get the chance.

“w-we can’t leave!” he whisper-shouts, gesturing down to his crotch. “what am i supposed to do about this?” he asks you frantically. you just shrug, a smirk playing on your lips as your mind is filled with ideas.

“come find me later and i’ll sort that out for you,” you reply casually, before spinning on your heels and exiting the closet.

matt’s cheeks burn and he feels his dick getting even harder at just the thought of the two of you continuing where you left off, and maybe even going further.

he just hopes he can find the courage to seek you out.

────

after leaving the closet, you decided to go and get another drink. you weren't interested in playing the game anymore, instead patiently waiting for a certain someone to seek you out to finish what you started.

there's a growing heat between your legs at the thought, your mind wandering dangerously as you think of all the things you'd like to do to him.

annoyingly though, you haven't seen matt in what feels like forever. somehow, he seems to have disappeared from the party. every time you see either of his brothers you're filled with an indescribable disappointment when you spot the lack of glasses. maybe he's too shy, after all.

you set down your now-empty red solo cup and head towards the bathroom. right as you begin walking down the empty hallway, a hand grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

turning around, you're met with none other than matt standing opposite you. a soft blush covers his cheeks and his mouth is curved slightly upwards in a nervous smile. you briefly gaze downwards, a smirk taking over your lips at the sight of his tented jeans.

"hi, matt," you greet him nonchalantly, acting as if you have no idea why he's here. "haven't seen you in a while."

"y-yeah," he replies, nodding his head in agreement. "i've been meaning to talk to you."

"oh yeah? why's that?" you tease, enjoying the way it makes him squirm uncomfortably.

"i- uh... well, you know," he shrugs awkwardly. you raise your eyebrows, acting innocent.

"what?" you question.

"um..." matt mumbles, his face scrunching up with shame.

"use your words, baby," you whisper, leaning closer to him. "say the words and we'll go upstairs, and i'll touch you wherever you want."

his eyes widen comically at this. matt opens his mouth to speak, but his words get tangled in his throat and he coughs quietly.

"i, well, i was hoping..." he trails off, losing confidence. but then, he clears his throat and stands up a little straighter. "I was hoping you would, well, get me off."

you smile and nod, shrugging off his grip on your wrist so that you can take his hand, entwining your fingers with matt's as you drag him upstairs. you pull him into the first empty you find, closing and locking the door behind you.

"sit down on the bed," you order, and he does exactly as you tell him to. matt shuffles down the bed so that he's leaning against the headboard, his needy gaze drifting from you to his bulge and back again.

you walk over to him, crawling onto the bed and stopping just in front of him, seductively kneeling before him. you look at his crotch, drawing circles on his thigh with your finger just as you whisper, "you're such a slut, matt."

his mouth falls open and he shakes his head. "what? no i'm not!" he insists, shaking his head slightly. you tilt your head to the side, batting your eyelashes at him.

"are you sure?" you ask, your hands drifting upwards to the waistband of his jeans. "because everyone knows only a slut would come back for more."

matt gulps, his adam's apple bobbing up and then back down. your hand glides up further to cup his dick through his clothes, and he shifts at the touch, breath becoming heavy.

"you're lucky i like sluts," you go on, palming him just as you were in the dark enclosure of the closet earlier.

"ugh, fuck," he pants at the pressure of the touch.

"you must be so sore," you tease, pressing down harder which makes his hips buck up into your hand. "do you want me to touch you now, properly?" you ask then.

"yes, plea- fuck. please touch me," matt barely manages to get out.

"only because you asked so nicely, baby."

your hand moves to the zipper of his jeans, which you pull down and matt lifts his hips so that you can pull his pants and boxers down. he closes his eyes as his cock springs out, the tip a soft red and already leaking slightly from how long he's been waiting. you resist the urge to gasp at the sheer size of him, especially as you eye a thick vein running from the base to his tip.

"such a pretty cock," you muse, before spitting into your hand and wrapping it around him. a pant escapes matt's lips as his eyes spring open to see what you're doing to him. your index finger circles the tip, rubbing some of his precum around it.

"oh," he breathes, a whimper leaving matt's lips as you begin to slowly pump him up and down. he catches his bottom lip between his teeth, throwing his head back against the headboard as his body is filled with pleasure at your touch.

you're literally soaking wet by now, having never known how hot it could be to watch a man come undone like matt's doing right now. the way his lip hangs between his teeth and his chest rises and falls has you practically desperate for him to finish just to see how pretty he looks doing it.

you stop pumping him for a moment and matt looks back down at you, his lips turned downwards into a frown because of your stopped movement.

"w-why'd you stop?" he asks, looking visibly concerned. "am i... doing something wrong?"

you could laugh at the absurdity of his statement, but you don't and just shake your head. "no, baby," you reassure him, beginning to trace slow, tempting circles around his tip. you rub the pad of your thumb against his slit, causing him to moan loudly and scrunch his eyes shut. "you're doing so perfect, i almost wanna taste you."

matt's eyes fly open, his gaze filled with need. you shrug your shoulders. "would you like that?" you ask, and he frantically nods.

"y-yes," he says between breaths and groans. "please taste me."

you grin, having gotten what you wanted, shifting closer and straddling his thighs. you lean down over him, sticking out your tongue to teasingly lick his slit. matt bucks his hips, whimpering, pushing more of himself into your mouth. your eyes widen in surprise and you pull yourself off of him, looking up to make eye contact with him.

he's gone pale, mouth open and eyes wide as he realizes what he's just done.

"fuck, i'm so sorry..." he mutters, looking away from your sheepishly.

"don't be," you reply easily. "it was hot," you add, and matt's eyes widen, his gaze snapping back to you.

"really?" he asks, voice full of pleasant surprise.

"yeah," you confirm. "you know what else you can do? grab my hair and push my head down if you want more."

"what?" matt exclaims, throat bobbing with nervous excitement. "are you sure? i mean, if you don't want me to- i'm not really very good at this."

"i'm here to make you feel good, matt," you remind him. "do whatever you want to me."

the slight change in power dynamic has matt's heart racing, and his cock twitches just at the thought of watching your head bob up and down on his cock. while he's still creating scenarios in his head, you reach forward and pull his glasses from his face.

"what are you-" matt cuts himself off as you slide the glasses up your nose, watching him through the lenses. his cheeks turn a bright pink, but you don't give him the chance to say anything else before you get back to work, licking delicate circles around his tip as your hand pumps the lower part of his dick, around the base.

"fuck!" matt moans, his head hitting the headboard with a thump from how hard he throws it back. you giggle around his cock at how easily it is for you to rile him. the vibrations only make him feel better, and he groans loudly again.

you continue to bob up and down, your tongue swirling around his cock when all of a sudden you feel his fingers tangle in your hair. he pushes you down further, and with the third thrust of your head you feel him hit the back of your throat. "shit, that feels so good, mhm..." matt whimpers, more to himself than you.

his sudden acceptance to be dominant only makes him hotter in your eyes, and you feel your pussy throbbing even more now. wearing his glasses isn't helping your case. "fuckkk," he groans, and you close your eyes as the sound echoes in your mind. you love the thought of matt being yours, all for you to please and pleasure.

"fuck, i think i'm gonna-" matt doesn't have the chance to finish his own sentence before you feel a rope of his warm cum shoot into your mouth in quick spurts. you take it all and slowly pull yourself off of him, swallowing the warm liquid.

"does that feel better, baby?" you ask smugly, looking at matt's fucked out face as he breathes heavily.

"mhm, yeah," he mumbles, not entirely there yet. "you make me feel so good."

"you should come to more parties," you tell him, getting up off of the bed to grab some paper towels to clean him up a little. "then we could do this again."

"are you serious?" matt says, eyes wide.

"of course," you answer, sitting back down next to him and taking off his glasses. you slide them back up his nose so they sit perfectly on his face, then plant a short kiss to his lips. "i'm waiting for my turn, you know?"

matt remains quiet for a minute, before his cheeks turn bright red. "oh!" he gasps. "right- i'm sorry. we should do that now. it's only fair."

"slow down, pretty boy," you answer, smiling. "i'll let you rest a little. next time, i promise."

AUTHOR'S NOTE. . . hiiiii i edited this bc the layout made me SICK. anywayyyy no thoughts just sub matt as usual

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[redz0nez9]

THEY ARE FREAKY?? WHEN IN DOUBT EAT IT OUT AND BEND ME OVER???

[adoreechxmpion]

I think he likes mini pizza 😟

[mattslolita]

make u cum - c. sturniolo

in which ... your boyfriend looked so hot on the game, you couldn't resist sucking him off while he played. ( bf!chris x black!fem!reader )

warnings ; oral ( male receiving ), cum eating, slight exhibitionism, soft!dom!chris

"𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

sitting on your boyfriend's bed while he streamed with his brothers wasn't for the weak — in truth, it was completely harmless. they'd been playing fortnite duos for quite some time, but you were beginning to become restless at the sight of chris.

his brown hair was tousled across his forehead, a small slick of sweat connecting it as his muscles flexed whilst he hit the controls on they keyboard — his tongue darted out to wet his lips before biting them furiously, and it was driving you mad.

but the worse part?

every time he'd get mad after losing, his hand would come crashing down on the table in front of him, the muscles in his arm prominent and you had to squeeze your thighs together because all you wanted was his arms wrapped around you while he fucked you.

but the thought of sucking him off while played was much more appetizing in the moment, and now you were determined to make it happen.

"fuck!" chris yells, banging a fist on the table, shaking his head as he looks at the screen with a death glare, "matt, c'mon man, pay attention!"

you crawled off the bed, biting your lip as you drop to your knees and crawl towards where chris sat in his gaming chair. thankfully because of issues with his camera, chris's camera remained off so the stream wouldn't be able to see what you were doing, either. you slowly made your way on the other side of the desk, crawling into the empty space and settling yourself right between chris's legs.

you bit your lip as you sat up, your legs perched under your knees as you hook your hands onto his legs and try to pry them apart.

"hold up," chris says, having felt you finally. he mutes his mic, before leaning back and looking down at you under the table, "baby, what're you doin' down there?"

"y'look so good, i jus' wan' a taste," you whine, pouting your bottom lip as you stare at him with sultry eyes.

his jaw ticks and he prods his tongue inside of his cheek as he shakes his head at you. "now y'know i'm streaming right now, 'kay? how bout' you wait and we can take care of this when i'm finished?"

"can't wait," you mumble, biting your lip as you look down at the now semi bulge forming in his pants. it causes a small smirk to tug at your lips as your eyes slowly move back up to him.

"fine," chris grunts, hurriedly shoving his pants down shaking his head and mumbling curses under his breath, "wan' suck my cock so bad? fine. better keep quiet down there, y'know what happens when you don' listen."

excitement courses through you as his boxers are slid down next, just below his ankles — your mouth waters at his now fully erect cock, licking with precum. you slide in between his thighs, gripping them as you let out a whimper.

"fuck are you waitin' for?" chris grunts under his breath at you, thrusting himself at you, causing you to giggle slightly.

you took his length in your hand, slowly pumping him up and down causing him to let out a groan — your mouth watered as you watched yourself stroke him slowly, smearing the precum all over the base of his cock.

"shit," chris half moans under his breath when he feels you lick a stripe up the underside of his cock.

"s'wrong with you, chris?" matt questions his brother from the other end, causing you to smirk against him.

"no-"

before chris could fully form a response another groan is ripped from his throat when you take his cock into your mouth, your lips hitting his pelvis as you deep throat him. his hand immediately goes down to grip your locs, head thrown back freely as you begin to slowly bob your head up and down.

"bro chris you're actin' weird as fuck," matt says again, small grunts leaving chris's lips as he struggles to focus on the game.

"s-shut the fuck up," chris groans back, gently thrusting his hips into you as you continue bobbing your head up and down on his cock.

matt scoffs on the other end, and you can feel chris's grip on your locs tighten as he thrusts up into your mouth harder — you gag around him, tears filling up your waterline as you keep your hands glued to his thighs. his cock hits the back of your throat with every thrust he sends your way, and you can already tell you're gonna be sore by the time he finishes. you hadn't even noticed chris completely mute his mic as he releases low moans whilst he forces your head down deeper, nose rubbing against his pelvic bone.

"fuck, fuck, s'good girl," chris moans, head thrown back as drool forms at the crease of your mouth.

you moaned around his cock, feeling your panties dampen as he continued his assault on your throat. "s'close mama. fuck, gonna cum..."

chris's legs spasmed around you and you felt his cock twitch inside of you, signaling how close he was — he was finally sent over the edge, hot spurts of cum shooting down your throat.

chris pulled your head back, his hand going down to stroke his cock as hot white ropes of his cum shot down your throat whilst you sat on your knees with your mouth wide open. his thrown back as his chest heaved up and down, milking himself completely dry.

"swallow," he demanded, eyes narrowed into slits. he watched intently as you swallowed every drop, licking your lips with a grin as you stared up at him. "thas' a good girl."

you crawled from under the desk, and stood in front of chris, dipping down to capture his lips in a kiss — he tastes himself on your mouth, and you slip your tongue into his mouth. you sucked on his tongue before pulling away, sucking on his bottom lip with a pop as a string of saliva connects you both.

"jus' wait till i get off this game."

( lilly's corner 💌 )

i know its not chris & bambi, but i fear this was supposed to come out back when chris & matt first started streaming😩😩 hope y'all enjoyed this, i love you all forever. 💌

@muwapsturniolo @thenickgirl @luverboychris @cottoncandyswisherz @chanelles-world

@sturnprime @middlepartmatt @chrissturniolossidehoe @sturniqloo @chaossturns

@fairyrcts @mbbsgf @sturnsxplr-25 @moonk1ss3d @oliviasturniolo21

@wh4re4chratt @cyberdre4ms @angvlarabella @pvssychicken @lovesturni0l0s

@delilahsturniolo @venusxsturnio @chrissystur @sweetangelgirl7 @wovenribbons

@chrispotatos @chrissystur @jetaimevous

[sturniqloo]

Chris..baby...what is this??😔🫵🏻🎀...

(want him to take me like in that video..🎀‼️‼️)

.....

@hoeforchrizz @mattslolita @55sturn @flouqiis

we are SAT AND SILENCED WITH THIS ONE.🙄

(I thought I'd share this cause they funny thoo🤭😭)

[lyahh483]

prompt: in which matt forgets to end the switch stream.

Matt invites me over to hang out because he just finished streaming on Twitch with Chris and Nick for three hours. I tell him he doesn't need to stream for that long, but he feels like he needs to because he loves the fans so much. Before I could knock, Matt swung the door open and gave me a kiss, pulling me to his room and shutting the door. Before I could react, I felt him push his lips against mine. "I've wanted you all day; you were all I was thinking about on stream.".

Matt says, staring at me with his needy eyes. "Now you have me," I say, putting myself on the bed and staring at Matt's every move. He crawls on to me, keeping eye contact the entire time, until he starts kissing me again, this time the kisses being sloppier and wet. I could hear Matt quietly whimpering, wanting more of me. He goes down to my neck and gives me a slow kiss, going all the way down to my pussy and giving it a kiss before going back up. 

"Matt, please," I beg, squirming from the need for him and the throbbing of my pussy. He doesn't say anything but lick his lips, giving a soft smirk before pulling off my shorts and panties. He pulls me by my legs, making sure he has enough space, and rubs his tip against my clit, entering himself slowly and starting to thrust inside me. "Right there, baby," barely being able to let my words out. He then looks down at himself, fucking me, and gives a soft smirk again, fucking me faster and faster, seeing how I react to it.

"You're pussy is taking my dick so good, baby." as he stares at how my pussy is taking him. Before I could say anything, Matt started to get calls, but he ignored them. Someone was spam-calling Matt. "M-matt, stop. Someone is calling you, and it's probably important," I say, sitting up on the bed. Matt clenches his jaw slightly and answers the phone: It's  Chris." "MATT END THE FUCKING LIVE STREAM," Chris says, panicking. 

"what?"

"END THE FUCKING LIVE STREAM; IT'S STILL GOING."

Matt freezes and slowly goes over to his setup because Chris has to be joking. I sit there confused, following Matt's movements to his setup. Matt gets to his computer and sees that the stream is still live. "Oh fuck," ending the stream quickly. "MATT WHAT?" I was irritated by him not answering me.

"Baby, about twenty-two k people saw us fucking," he answers, looking the most deadass he has ever looked. "You're lying, Matt. Are you fucking kidding me!"."I know I'm sorry. I thought I ended it... I thought Chris ended it?. "THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY TWENTY TWO K PEOPLE SAW US FUCKING YOU HAVE TO BE LYING." I respond standing up and yelling at Matt. 

Matt didn't say anything; he didn't have anything to say; he just let me yell at him. "UGH AND CHRIS SAW US FUCKING AND ME NAKED MATT FUCK," I say, panicking. "Baby, calm down. It's okay. It’ll be okay. This probably won't even become a big thing." rubbing my back, trying to calm me down. After a few minutes of silence, I started laughing.

Matt looks over at me, confused, scrunching his eyebrows. "Matt.. we have a sex tape," i said, looking over at him. "I guess we do; I guess we gotta own that shit now,".

[chriseatingmeoutin4k]

“my pretty boy”

warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), pet names, cum pie, swearing, 

sub!matt x fem!reader

authors note: i was #ovulating while writing this if you can’t tell idk…also i hope you enjoy i feel like im not that good at writing smut but i try! thank you for 100 followers!!!!

his whines and pants filled the air as you settled yourself onto his raw, sensitive dick. as he bottomed out, you breathed out, the feeling of him being in you always a euphoric experience. your hands are pressed onto him. “feels so good” matt whimpers out. his hands gravitate to your bare chest. you start to roll your hips. “oh baby you wanna touch me?” you ask with a sly smile. he nods fast, “please please i wanna make you feel good.” “yeah you wanna make me feel good, right? right pretty boy?” you start bouncing on his dick, fast and consistent, and he’s a mumbling mess before he can answer your question. “hm? don’t you wanna make me feel good?” he nods, but you wanna make him work for it. “no touching until you tell me what you want to do.” his breathing is erratic, and his cock sensitive from sucking him off earlier. “wanna t-touch you. wanna suck your tits, wanna squeeze em. pleaaasee.” he whines, and you bounce on him harder, his tip tapping your g-spot with every landing. youre deeply enjoying his begging, but you want him to touch you more. “go ahead.” he groans and takes one of your tits into his mouth immediately, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud. his other hand comes up and squeezes the other, pushing the bud down with his calloused thumb. you arch into him, and your bouncing becomes slower and more of a grind. “oh your doing so good for me baby.” you praise, and matt moans,stealing a sloppy kiss before switching which tit he was sucking on. you can feel yourself getting close, your clit brushing his pelvis and your own hand is rubbing it in small circles, matt lets your tit go with a pop, adding to the pornographic sounds of the room. the slapping of skin, the whines and moans from both you and matt, and the bed creaking and slamming into the wall. he moves one of his hands to your clit, taking over for you. “i’m close, ‘m so close” he whimpers, his hips starting to rock into yours, uncontrolled thrusts leaving you both panting and shaking. “me too, i’m so close matt” you moan, and with one more thrust of his hips, one more bounce on his cock, the band in your stomach snaps and you feel your release. as you shake in pleasure, matt shoots long ropes of white into your pussy, the squeezing of your pussy releasing around him enough to tip him over the edge of his own euphoria. you lean onto his chest, both panting. you slowly push yourself up and off of his cum coated dick, then pressing yourself against his side, pushing the hair out of his face that had stocked to his forehead from the sweat. “i love you baby” he whispered,  holding your face in his hand and pressing your lips to his, and you shared a soft kiss. 

“i love you too, my pretty boy”

@chriseatingmeoutin4k

[delilahsturniolo]

bad idea right? - c.s

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in which: y/n and chris have been broken up for 1 year. however, a house party that they were both coincidentally invited to makes them cross paths.

this story contains: smuttt, oral sex, (fem!recieving) fingering, dom!chris, kissing, slight angst, more

written by: @delilahsturniolo

“seeing you tonight? it’s a bad idea right? seeing you tonight?”

“fuck it it’s fine.”

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I swirled my fork around in my plate, not taking any bites. I blocked out my best friend, Chloe as she chatted incessantly about her boy drama, I was barely even listening.

We were both at a nice restaurant together for lunch, but I was thinking about something else.

Today marked one year of me and Chris breaking up. Our breakup use to make me emotional, but now..I felt nothing. It was weird. Deep down, I still cared, but I wish I didn’t.

“Y/n! Are you even listening to what anything I’m saying?” Chloe waved her hand in front of my face, bringing me back to reality.

“Oh, you said something about…” I trailed off. “Uh, yeah I wasn’t listening.” I laughed awkwardly.

Chloe took a ginormous sip of her drink, before speaking again. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Chloe asked me, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

My lips sealed into a line, I sighed. “I was thinking about…what are we gonna do later? I don’t really wanna go home and do nothing.” I shrugged.

Chloe looked at me, an eager smile forming on her face as she squealed in excitement, completely forgetting that we were in public.

“Well, you’re in luck.” She pulled out her phone, typing on it quickly before turning it around to show me the screen, it was a text message.

“Tara texted me and told me she was throwing a huge party and wants us to come.” Chloe grinned, searching my eyes for some sort of response. I wasn’t surprised she knew Tara. I mean, somehow she was friends with everyone in LA.

“A party? I’m not really into parties.” I shrugged, Chloe rolled her eyes.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that. It’ll be fun.”

I considered for a little bit, I realized that I needed to loosen up and get out of my comfort zone. Plus, knowing Chloe she wouldn’t accept no for an answer.

“Alright, fine.” I gave in, Chloe gasped.

“Yes! I LOVE you!” She exclaimed, I giggled as she expressed her excitement.

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It was a few hours later, Chloe’s hand rested on my shoulder as she gently blended in the blush on my cheeks. I wore a tight black dress, while Chloe wore a hot pink one.

“Okay.” Chloe stepped back, looking in the mirror and setting down the makeup brush.

“We look hot as fuck.” Chloe commented, I put my hands on my hips, analyzing my outfit. She was right, we looked good, and I felt confident.

“Okay, we should go.” I told her, Chloe nodded, grabbing her purse and following me out the room.

Eventually, we arrived. Chloe parked on the side of the road. We got out of the car, I adjusted my purse that sat on my shoulder and looked ahead.

There were people on the balcony drinking and smoking, and the beaming music was muffled from outside the house.

Chloe locked the car and came up next to me.

“Come on, we’ve got nothing to lose.” She winked, grabbing my hand and practically dragging me inside from how excited she was.

We walked into the house, music blasting through many speakers and colorful flashing lights surrounding us.

Chloe shouted over the loud music. “I’m gonna go get a drink!”

I barely even registered what she said, but nodded anyway. Chloe walked away, leaving me by myself.

I sighed heavily, crossing my arms. Drunk teens stumbled around, while others danced to the music. Not even a few moments later I noticed Chloe dancing with a random man, her drink in her hands.

Rolling my eyes, I decided to go get a drink. I pushed through the large crowd of people, making my way over to the drinks area.

As I walked, my head slammed into a firm chest. I stumbled back, placing my hand on my head and rubbing it.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, are you oka-“ I cut myself off, looking up at this mysterious person. Familiar blue eyes looked into mine. I gasped.

Chris.

The absolute last person I wanted to see.

I froze completely, not knowing what to do.

“Y/n?” Chris narrowed his eyes. My lips sealed into a line.

“Chris..” I spoke. “Wh-what are you doing here?” I asked, awkwardly looking around.

“I’m friends with Tara. I was invited here.” Chris said firmly, I crossed my arms. The way he was looking at me, the way his brunette hair cascaded over his eyes. I remembered it all too well.

Everything felt so awkward, it’d been a year since i’d last seen Chris. I decided to attempt getting out of the conversation.

I shrugged. “You know what? I should lea-“ I turned around to walk away, but Chris firmly grabbed my arm, practically dragging me away. He ignored all my protests as he walked us upstairs, into a random bedroom.

Chris let go of me and shut the door behind him, locking it.

“Chris! What the hell!” I shouted, he simply rolled his eyes.

I gasped as he grabbed me by my waist, bringing me up against the wall. I bit my lip as his tall frame towered over me.

“Look at you, dressing up all slutty.” Chris laughed darkly, his hands traveling up my thighs, and resting on the waistband of my dress.

“It’s not for you.” I stated boldly, only making Chris grin.

“Yeah?” Chris yanked my dress up, smacking my clothed pussy. “Then who’s it for?” He taunted.

I didn’t answer, my panties only dampening at his words. I whimpered as his hand palmed my clothed core, rubbing it through my underwear.

“That’s what I thought.” He mumbled, his head dipping down to kiss me. I moaned into the kiss, my hands tangling through his hair as we fought for dominance.

Chris groaned as I bit down on his bottom lip, he continued messily making out with me.

Chris placed his hands on my waist, leading me to the bed, our lips not once breaking contact as he laid me down on the bed, he hovered on top of me.

He rolled my dress up, exposing my soaked underwear. “Wet before I even took off your panties.” Chris scoffed. I whined as his thumb circled my clothed clit. “P-please..”

Chris pulled down my panties, tossing it to the side as his hands gripped my thighs, spreading my legs open.

“God..missed this pussy s’much..” Chris slurred as his head moved between my thighs. He hummed against my folds, making my breath hitch from the vibrations.

I let out a soft moan as Chris’s tongue swirled around my clit. It felt amazing, I felt a wave of nostalgia crash over me.

“Taste s’good baby…could do this all day.” Chris groaned as I tugged on his hair, sending him over the edge.

I squealed as Chris’s lips latched onto my clit, his movements growing faster as his tongue hit every sweet spot. My back arched against the bed in pleasure.

My wetness leaked down my thighs as my legs began shaking. Chris pulled back slightly, bringing his hand over to my core.

My moans filled the air as one of his fingers slipped inside of me, pumping in and out.

“O-oh my g-god Chris..” I stuttered, his finger coated with my wetness.

“You think you can take more? Hm?” Chris taunted, pulling his finger out of me and running it across my soaked folds. I nodded in desperation.

“I need to hear you say it, love.”

“Please! P-please..I need more Chris..” I panted, Chris nodded, slipping another finger inside of me. I felt a knot in my stomach, ready to burst.

“Need to c-cum..” I cried out. Chris shushed me, burying his head in the crook of my neck, kissing and biting the skin softly.

“Not yet, baby.” Chris whispered, the thrusts of his fingers increasing.

A few seconds later, Chris spoke up. “Cum for me sweetheart.” He mumbled. With one last cry of his name I released the knot in my stomach, immediately feeling relief.

Chris pulled his fingers out, licking them clean before gently leaning into my face, his lips connecting with mine. His hand rested on the side of my neck as his lips moved slow and lovingly.

He pulled away, looking into my eyes. “I love you.” He whispered, still on top of me.

I smiled, running my hands through his messy hair. “I love you too.” I replied, as Chris slowly pulled my dress back down.

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© delilahsturniolo

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[mattshighway]

im currently screaming.

[raestromboli]

𝒢𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒮 𝒲𝐸 𝐵𝒪𝒯𝐻 𝒜𝐼𝒩’𝒯 𝒮𝐻𝐼𝒯!

ᡴꪫ 𓂃 chris finally commits to a relationship! he swears up and down that he’s happy . . . but his girlfriend isn’t the reason why.

cw. ┊ 18+, not proofread, cheater!chris x milf!reader, smut, established relationship but not between reader, cheating, vulgar language, pet name usage, age gap﹙chris is 21, reader is 29﹚, gfs name is eve, persuasion, mild manipulation, cunnilingus﹙he eats it from the back﹚, spanking, backshots, overstimulation, creampie, y’all almost get caught, mdni.

⌗ the age gap between chris and r is not gonna align w the gf bc i feel uncomfy writing chris any younger and i am NOT gonna write the reader as an old ass woman 🤍 hope y’all get it

chris doesn't even have a damn clue on why he’s currently standing in front of his girlfriend’s mom’s residence when he knows his girlfriend isn't even inside the house.

though, all he wants is to see is her mom . . . her fucking mom.

it's kind of ridiculous, he thinks, how he has a crush on his girl's mom and calls her a milf in his head. he feels sick and twisted for even thinking of those lewd and perverted thoughts, but it’s almost addictive. you’re addictive. he really doesn't want to admit it, but chris was obsessed with comparing his girlfriend to you.

your curves, your pretty tits, your waist, your oh so soft thighs, and your lips. oh fuck, your lips. all he could think is . . . why couldn't your daughter take those features?

knocking on the door twice, the door immediately swings open to be met with your doe eyes staring up at him, worry settling in on them, "oh, chris—what’re you doing here, sweetie?" you pout sympathetically, noticing how chris looked so disheveled; hair sticking up in awkward places and little beads of sweat forming on his upper lip, “are you looking for eve?”

chris decides to play innocent, nodding his head and pouting at you.

“‘m so sorry, honey. she just left.” your voice was so smooth and comforting. he could only imagine how you’d sound when you’re getting your back blown out by him.

he raised his brows, pink lips forming into an 'o' as an attempt to look oblivious, " o-oh, shit. my bad." he huffs out a nervous laugh, turning around to begin walking off.

"wait!" you suddenly yelled. if chris didn’t know any better, you might’ve sounded desperate.

he looked so flustered and parched, so the least you could do for the sweet boy was to nurse him back to hydration . . . right? when chris stopped in his tracks, you didn't get to see the wicked smirk on his face before he turned around, meeting your eye.

“yes, ma’am?”

you frowned, "please don’t go back out there. i know you walked over here, poor boy."

fuuuck, you’re so caring. it makes his dick hard.

you widen the front door and chris immediately gives in, grinning and thanking you while heading inside your home. he’s been in your house before, but something about being just the two of you, alone, made everything feel special. just thinking about it made him feel like a perv—he was getting off to it, though.

chris eyes you the whole time.

you make your way into the kitchen, leaning down as you open the fridge door and pull out a pitcher of lemonade. you’re completely oblivious about the two blue eyes that ogle at your tits, or your ass when you bend down. that just makes it funner for chris. you pour the liquid in a tall glass and slid it over to the boy who sat himself down on the kitchen island.

while doing so, you couldn’t help but wonder if he really all this way to your house.

“chris, did you really walk all the way over here? if you wanted to come over, you could’ve called me, sweetie. i would’ve drove you.” chris took a few seconds to answer, a little busy chugging down the refreshment. some of the liquid slipped past his lips and ran down his chin.

his adams apple bobbed as he finished the last of the lemonade, setting the glass down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "yeah, sorry. i will next time." chris giggles lowly, eyes boring its way into yours.

you smile at him when you both went quiet, “do you, uhm, want me to call eve and tell her you’re here?”

“nah, let it be a surprise.”

you teasingly coo at him, a coy grin playing at your lips when chris meekly shrugs, “she’s so lucky to have you, y’know.”

that makes him smirk, “yeah?”

“yeah.” it’s your turn to act shy, crossing your arms under your chest nervously. you spot chris’ eyes traveling down your chest, but you don’t say anything.

“soooo, you don’t have a man or somethin’ like that?”

“. . a man?”

he shrugs again, but with more confidence. a cocky smirk plays crooked on his lips while he continues, “like, someone you can depend on?”

“i guess not,” you huff out a laugh, “i’ve been too busy raising eve that i’ve never really thought about that.”

oh, but you have.

it’s so wrong, so disgusting and immature of you, but you think about it . . with chris . . . a lot. of course, you just wouldn’t admit it. you pushed those thoughts aside before you could get too carried away.

“damn,” he purses his lips, “you ever get lonely?”

you playfully furrow your brows at chris, “that seems a little inappropriate to ask that about your girlfriend’s mother.”

“is it?” he smirks while sliding his tongue over his bottom lip, “i just wanted to know a little more ‘bout you.”

you notice the atmosphere change in just a second. it makes you nervous.

“what do you wanna know?”

“i dunno . . .” chris then shrugs, maintaining eye contact with you as he walks past you. his hands paw at your waist to move you aside, purposely grinding his bulge against your ass. he hears you suck in a shaky, deep breath and a grin blooms across his face, “would you fuck a younger guy?” he turns the sink faucet on, so he’s unable to hear the shocked gasp that slips past your lips.

“chris! that’s h-highly inappropriate!” your head whips over to your left to stare at chris in bewilderment, eyes widened like saucers and lips parted.

you watch chris turn the faucet off, wiping his wet hands on his jean clad thighs before turning to face you, “sooo, no?”

“i-i can’t answer that—“

“why not?”

he can’t be serious.

you scoff at him, your eyes straining a bit as you try not to stare at the obvious bulge poking from chris’ jeans. he leaned against the sink counter with his arms crossed over each other, looking at you with his eyes darkened with lust.

“please don’t make me say it.” you can’t even muster yourself up to care as you beg chris. you’re just hoping all this was just one of those wet dreams you’ve been having of him lately.

chris knows you won’t say it, so he takes the cake for you, “what eve doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

you feel more lightheaded each step chris takes toward you, the potent smell of his cologne invading your senses. he’s even more prettier close up—your head’s so fuzzy, “i-i can’t do that to her, chris.” you whisper.

“no?” chris’ sympathetic pout seems purely fake when his hard stare on you intimidates you, “you sayin’ you don’t want me?”

“chris . . .” you whimper softly.

“c’mon, say it. you’ll be my good girl, won’t you?”

you can’t believe how a younger man like chris could have so much power over you. his suave voice immediately makes you fold, along with his piercing gaze that leaves you cowering.

two hands wrap around your waist to pin you against the counter, his bulge pressing against your bare thigh.

“i . . i want you.” you managed to spit it out with chris pushing his body impossibly closer to yours, his chest smushing against yours and his breath fanning over your face. he smiles at you, and it almost seems innocent before he leans in and locks his lips with yours.

it’s been so long since you’ve kissed someone, let alone been with a man this close to you. so you expect chris to pull away and sneer at your sloppy motions, but instead he sighs in almost relief against your lips.

chris’ kisses are messy and uncoordinated, but somehow in the best possible way. he sucks on your bottom lip, whining nasally while he lets you explore his mouth. your lips are coated in a glossy sheen with his saliva when he pulls away, panting and staring at you with low eyes—almost like he was high.

“. . . you’d let me fuck you? hm?” he mumbles as his head lowers down to hide himself in your neck, starting to attack the sensitive skin on your pulse point immediately. that action makes you keen and paw at his shoulder.

“uh huh, please.” you whine desperately, your hand rising up to fist chris’ soft hair as he grazes his teeth against the bruise that started glooming on your neck, soothing the sting with a kitty lick. you barely recognize yourself; you’ve become so needy for your daughter’s boyfriend that you can’t even think about any of the consequences. and in some way, it makes the whole situation just seem better.

you don’t know how you’ve landed in this position, nor how you’ve ended up in your bedroom; you, with your face smushed against your pillow and your ass up high, kisses being placed all over your thighs. it’s been ten minutes since chris has had you in this position, soaked panties pooling at your ankles while he teased you everywhere except where you needed him most.

“chris,” you whimpered, lifting your head up to glance over at him from your shoulder, “please.” you both know what you’re begging for, but chris wants to hear it.

he wrapped his hands around your waist to maneuver you closer to his face and spit directly onto your drooling cunt, smirking as you squeal, “what do you want, then? tell me and i’ll give it to ya’.”

it wasn’t a lie that chris brought out the slut in you.

“i want your mouth . . and your fingers.” you whined quietly, pouting while you wave your ass around when the throbbing in your clit started getting unbearable.

your brain cancels out whatever comes out of chris’ mouth next the moment he finally hovers his mouth over your sopping clit, he gently strokes a thumb up and down. opening you up slowly, he creates a single slow lick to make you whimper. it doesn’t take him long to succumb his need as he dives in, tongue lulling out to lick a thick stripe from your clit and to your hole. a groan emits from him as the taste of you spreads throughout his tastebuds. it’s like your pussy was a drug. he’s addicted to you from just one taste.

you could feel his stubble scratch along your thighs as he eats you out with vigor, his chin and the tip of his nose slick when he practically stuffs his face in between your thighs.

“oh m’god!” you squeal against your pillow as chris wraps his plush lips around your puffy nub, sucking on it like a pacifier and humming like you were the best meal he’s ever eaten.

chris finds it so amusing how you responded to his touches. whether it’d be him grazing his hand across yours, or he’d be tongue deep in your pretty pussy. you’re so sensitive and he knows you’re just seconds away from coming undone, but he’s just getting started.

he’s so messy and sloppy with your pussy; letting you coat his face in your essence and groaning lewdly while he shook his head side to side with his tongue flat against your clit. he also lets you shake your ass in his face to grind your weeping cunt the way you subconsciously liked.

“chrisss,” you whined, gasping, “‘m gonna cum.” but he’s already one step ahead, hands holding your thighs done and pulling away to spank your ass.

“nah, you’re gonna hold that shit. i’m not done with you.” and when you start huffing and whining, you get another spank, but on your pussy. a high pitched moan slips past your lips at the sting, cheeks heating up as you hear chris chuckle behind you.

when your daughter’s boyfriend puts his mouth back to work on your needy pussy, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you gasp. why was chris so good at eating you out?

the knot in your lower stomach already starts forming when his lips wrap around your nub once again, thighs shaking around chris’ head as your orgasm quickly approaches.

“oh!—i can’t hold it. i-i gotta cum.” you huff nasally. you wrap your arms around your pillow and hug it tightly against your body, the motions on chris’ tongue gradually getting more calculated. and when he doesn’t respond to you, you take it as a sign to let go.

chris let his tongue circle your clit at a relentless pace before then he felt it; he heard you. a cry of his name. you coated his tongue, muscles clutching as your ass practically shook against his face. you were shaking—your legs couldn't stop twitching. if it weren't for his firm grip on your thighs, you wouldn't have been able to withstand so much.

with a final lick to your sensible core, he drew out a whimper from you. you had to reach out and push his head away when you started getting overstimulated.

it’s been so long since you had a proper orgasm, and you could barely take it. you’re whining under your breath as you try to come up from your high, face shoved into the pillow to avoid chris seeing you so slutted out.

a large hand comes up to cup your butt, squeezing the fat in his palm before letting go to give you a slap. he bites away a smirk when you gasp and look over your shoulder with a glare.

“think i’ll be able to fuck you better than men your age?” you know chris was challenging you, but frustration had been bubbling up inside you ever since his nonstop teasing.

you sneak a small smile at him, “maybe? i’m not sure.” and when you hear the shuffle of his zipper and his belt unbuckling, you couldn’t be too sure that you’d grow to be right.

“yeah, we’ll fuckin’ see ‘bout that.” he mumbles, scoffing out a small laugh as he strokes his leaky cock and huffing under his breath. chris uses his free hand to cup your waist when he thrusts forward to come in contact with your puffy cunt, his pink mushroom tip moving in languid motions over your sore nub. your brows pinch together at the feeling of his heavy dick being hugged in between your folds, so lost in the euphoria that you fail to hear your phone ringing until chris leans away to grab your phone.

“wha—“

a wicked smile forms on his face as he taps you on your shoulder, bringing the screen splayed out as your daughter’s name up to your face. when you lock your eyes with it, you gasp and hurriedly place your palms flat against the bed, shooting up and attempting to grab your phone from chris before he pulled it back from you.

“don’t answer it!” but it’s too late.

“hello? mom?”

your eyes widen as chris snickers quietly behind you.

“o-oh,” you clear your throat, fighting a small moan that dared to slip out when he starts to create soft, chaste kisses near the inside of your neck. you nearly backed your hips up against him, but you knew if you did, you wouldn’t be able to stop, “hi—hi honey.”

“umm,” eve stutters out a laugh, “are you okay?”

your words get caught in your throat when chris reaches down to fist his dick and tap his leaking tip against your drooling pussy, squeezing your eyes shut as you pray that the wet pat pat pat didn’t pick up on the other line.

“‘course i am . . . w-why wouldn’t i be?”

“okayyyy, if you say so,” she snickers once again, “but could you facetime me? i want to show you this top i’d think you lik—“

“no!” and when there’s a long pause, you continue hurriedly, “sorry, baby. i just mean . . i can’t right now.”

“uhh, okay. i’ll just buy it for you some other time.”

“yeah. thanks, honey. i’ll s-see you later, ‘kay?” you tuck your lip between your teeth as chris uses his dick to play with your needy pussy.

“. . . sure? bye m—“

chris ends the call for you, throwing your phone somewhere across your room with a cocky smile.

he chortles, “jesus, you’re bad at lying. just tell your daughter you’re ‘bout to get fucked by her boyfriend.”

you glare at him, immensely bringing your brows into a furrow, “no, i’m not gonna say that. are you crazy?”

“maybe.”

your eyes rolled—yet part of you felt like he wasn’t exactly lying. after all, he could probably be insane. perhaps he was. who would even seduce their girlfriend’s mother anyway . . . ?

to be frank, you couldn’t really care. all you really cared about was getting pleasured—riding out orgasm after orgasm with him, and that’s exactly what you ended up doing for hours on end.

you would find yourself with your ass perked up high in the air, arms folded over each other as chris mercilessly pounds into your sweet pussy, relishing in how you squealed and whined at the pure stretch and length of his cock. you’ve always known he’d be big; those grey sweatpants gave him no mercy on him, but to have him deep inside you, he felt so much more bigger.

“look at you, takin’ my cock like a big girl.” it’s ironic, considering how he’s almost a decade younger than you, but chris really was proud of you. the minute he started sliding the head of his dick near your slick entrance, you were immediately running away and gasping that he wouldn’t fit. but with a little work, he’s got you moaning and all fucked out for him.

chris playfully brings a hand to feel near your tummy, his fingers plucking the fabric of your tanktop and sliding it further, further and further until his thumb brushes against your perky nipples. of course you just happened to not have a bra on.

“c-chris,” you moaned, body shaking and bouncing with every hard thrust your daughter’s boyfriend gave you. it’s so sudden—in just seconds, he’s had you with your back flush to his bare chest, his hand around your throat and your palms flat on your bed to fuck you impossibly deeper. you felt your back arch off his back and it didn’t take long for him to reach that particular spot. once you felt his tip prod against there—way past inside the orifices of your cunt, you let off a sweetened whimper.

“feel good, honey?” chris mocks lowly against your ear, using a hand to cup your bouncing tit and lightly pinch your nipple. he wraps that arm around your torso to keep you steady before his free hand slithers down in between your thighs to catch your clit in his fingers. he rubs soft motion on your sensitive nub and immensely watches your face contort into something pretty and fucked out, “take this dick like a good girl, baby. c’mon, i know you can.” he groans against your ear.

he keeps fucking you like that until your arms give out and you can’t hold yourself up anymore, letting you hide your arms under the pillow and lay your chest flat against the bed. chris leans down to watch your sweet cunt swallow up his cock each time he pulls away, a creamy white ring forming on the thick base. he grabs onto the fat of your ass and smiles in awe as he gawks at the way you fuck yourself back onto him eagerly, your ass clapping against his pelvis noisily.

eyes roll into the depths of your cranium so far back that your vision was pure black. squelch after squelch—it was so erotic, the build up of your incoming release yet again.

it was so slow and tense, you felt your thighs ache and tremble the more you were arched all over for chris; the most sluttiest arch he’s seen in a while.

you found yourself whining out his name as if it was a lewd mantra. over and over again. to chris, though, it was purely music to his ears.

“chris—chris!” you cried out with a squeal, practically a warning before you tense up, hips rapidly twitching as you cum around chris’ dick. white floods your vision when he fucks himself into slower and deeper, letting you ride out your orgasm until you calm down and grow lax against his hold.

god, this was so wrong.

“fuuuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” chris groans as his eyes roll to the back of his head when your hole tightens around his cock. his release vastly approaches and just within seconds, you’re getting filled up to the hilt. your cunt was practically overflowed with such dumps of his cum—you’ve never felt more filled. he shook a little, a hand gripping your ass as you slowly whined your hips to milk him for what he’s worth.

“atta girl.” chris purrs, that same sly smile pressing against his lips as he leans down to kiss you from over your shoulder. his gaze was so hypnotizing. such pools of blue that looked like it had a story to tell . . .

maybe that story is ready for another day though.

thankfully you didn’t get caught.

or did you—you both left your bedroom, you limping down the stairs with chris’ help. but what you don’t realize is how your daughter is already home, sitting down on the couch and busying herself with a movie.

eve spots you both with a smile, you and chris both scrambling apart with bewilderment sketched across your faces. she snickers at you.

“why were you guys upstairs?”

you glance at chris, who somehow had a solemn look on his face, and back at your daughter, “i, uh . . . i was showing him the bathroom.”

“oh . . okay. wellll, i bought you some clothes, i’ll go put them up in your room!” and then she’s getting off the couch, walking up to chris to cup his cheek and place a kiss on his lips. it momentarily brings disgust to you, but you swallow it down when he glances at you.

“you good?” chris chuckles under his breath.

you smile back at him, “. . yeah.”

you don’t know if you’re starting to regret it, or if you want more, but you don’t get more time to think it through when your daughter calls your name from upstairs.

“erm. mom? is this shampoo—? what’s this white stuff on your bed? doesn’t look like shampoo.”

the both of you share the same frozen expression, impish smiles fading before chris nudges you to speak after long seconds passes.

“huh? oh, that’s, uh, mayonnaise. i forgot to clean up after myself.”

eve giggles, “aren’t you allergic to mayonnaise?”

you mentally facepalm, feeling yourself break into a sheepish sweat before you let out a low, “i guess not that brand of mayonnaise.”

“right. riiiight,” your daughter mutters, hearing her footsteps across the floor. it was abrupt, and you felt something fall—adding a followup of her yelling out her boyfriend’s name, “wait a minute . . .” and she glances down near the floor. “aren’t these your boxers, chris?”

[sturngirly]

bro had to check

[seniasturns]

im going feral

edit: um I didn't expect a lot of likes but thankss

[888artpys]

Chris Sturniolo x Photographer

content warnings : oral sex/ aggressive sex/ unprotected sex/ dom chris/ slapping/ neck grabbing/ 18+

summary : chris sturniolo meets you on the 1st stop of tour & brings you around for the remaining dates hired as their tour photographer.

if u want backstory feel free to read :

→ theprologue

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As we pull into the hotel parking lot, I start waking Chris up to get everything ready to load onto the dolly. The tour bus slowly comes to a stop, and the soft hum of the engine fades. The seats are scattered with our belongings, and the air is filled with the scent of leather and faint traces of cologne.

We finally make it to our hotel room while the others go downstairs to the dining area. The room is now cleared, leaving just the two of us. Chris jumps up in a hurry, placing the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door and ensuring every lock is clicked and secured. The click of the locks echoes in the quiet room, adding to the anticipation.

He turns around to see me walking towards him seductively, the soft lighting of the hotel room casting a warm glow on my skin. The room is cozy, with multiple large beds adorned with crisp white sheets. The atmosphere is charged with tension and excitement as I close the distance between us.

As he stands there admiring me, I notice a smirk as he cups his area, trying to cover the noticeable bulge in his pants. My arm approaches his, pushing his arm away and replacing his hand with mine. I barely get a grip before Chris groans and manages to push my hand away from his pulsating member.

“I'll tell you when you can touch me. Get on your knees, ma,” Chris commands.

Chris smirks as I start getting on the floor. I feel my leg squish something, and as I break eye contact to see what it is, he quickly grabs my neck and turns my face back to him.

“Chris, wait, my-“

“Oh, my fucki- whatever it is, just move it to the side, ma. I need to be inside you now,” his voice thick with desire.

I quickly catch his attention when I detach his hands from my neck.

In a relieved tone, I exclaim, “Chris, omg, I almost broke my camera.” I noticed it was just the tripod that I snapped off, thankfully not the camera itself.

Chris glances at the camera and then back at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know what. Give it to me, ma. Let me record us,” he suggests, his voice low and enticing.

“You want to record us?” I question, my eyebrows raising in surprise.

“If you’re okay with it, ma,” he replies, his tone filled with anticipation.

I pick up the camera, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, and hand it to him, giving him my approval with a nod. Chris turns it on, the soft whirring sound signaling that it's ready to capture our moments. His voice was a low growl. "Now, where were we?"

As soon as I hear the start recording beep, Chris pulls the back of my head by grabbing a handful of my hair, his grip firm yet gentle. The camera's red recording light reflects in his eyes, adding an extra layer of intensity to the atmosphere.

With a raised tone Chris says, “Who’s fucking slut are you, huh?”

I signal him by looking up at him, trying not to break eye contact from this moment on.

“Words, ma, I need words.”

“I’m your fucking slut, Chris. I’m all yours.”

He puts the camera down while he gathers my hair into a ponytail using both hands.

Admiring my innocence Chris states, "Fuck, you're all mine, ma."

He finally lets go of me, breaking eye contact as he picks the camera back up.

I resume my position on my knees, my hands reaching for his waistband. Making eye contact with the camera, I start to bring my hand towards his belt, seeing his dick already begging for attention.

Chris grabs my neck aggressively. "I told you, I decide when you can touch me. I'm in control, remember?"

I smack my lips hopelessly as I feel his entire hand wrapped around my neck.

He lets go of my neck and places his thumb against my lips, pressuring me to insert it into my mouth.

Before I can process the camera flash turn on, Chris says, "Open, ma."

As I open my mouth, I drench his thumb in my saliva while I start unbuckling his belt.

He rolls his eyes and pushes my fingers off his waistband. "You just can’t wait to touch me, ma."

As my face turns red, he repeats for what feels like the hundredth time, "You have to listen to me, ma. Only I demand when you can touch me. Do you understand?"

He interrupts my nod, "Words, ma, I need words."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" Chris asks.

"Yes, Daddy, I understand. I won't touch you until you let me.

As he puts his finger back into my mouth, he starts aggressively inserting it in and out until my eyes start to water. I tap out after gagging for several seconds straight.

Chris backs up to the bed as I catch my breath. "Take off your pants then come take everything off of me, ma."

I try not to seem too excited as I quickly slip my pants off and reach to put my fingers into his belt loops, undoing it as fast as I could.

Chris interrupts me by tugging at my shirt, signaling for me to let him take it off.

I raise my arms as he swiftly pulls off my shirt, his eyes widening as he takes in my exposed chest.

"Damn, you fucking little slut," he slowly murmurs under his breath.

He gazes at my breasts through the camera screen before leaning in and opening his mouth towards my nipples.

After sucking and roughly flicking my nipples, making them hard, I finally manage to slip his jeans off, leaving him in just his boxers.

He zooms in on my face, pulling my head back. Chris smirks as I groan, "Daddy’s little slut, huh?"

"Yes, Daddy, I’m all yours."

I reach for him, my fingers trembling with anticipation. His eyes never leave mine, the intensity in his gaze sending shivers down my spine. As I pull his boxers down, his arousal springs free, and I can't help but let out a soft gasp. His hand tangles in my hair, guiding me closer. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, and I can see the same need mirrored in his eyes.

I slowly wrap my hand around his length, feeling the pulse of his desire under my fingertips.

"That's right," he growls, his voice low and commanding. “Show me how much you want it."

I start with gentle kisses, my lips barely brushing against his skin. His hips jerk forward, seeking more contact, but I hold back, wanting to draw out the moment. His frustration is palpable, and it only fuels my desire to please him.

His grip tightens in my hair, and a low groan escapes his lips. The sound sends a shiver down my spine, and I can't resist teasing him just a little bit more.

Finally, I take him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip. His reaction is immediate and intense, his body tensing and a deep moan filling the room. I move slowly at first, savoring the taste and feel of him, but soon his impatience takes over.

"Faster," he commands, his voice rough with need.

I obey, increasing my pace and taking him deeper. His hand tightens in my hair, guiding my movements. The room is filled with the sounds of our shared passion, and I can feel his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

The camera captures every moment. Every expression on my face as I lose myself in the act of pleasing him. His hand finds its way back to my hair, gripping it tightly as he aggressively guides my movements, his control unwavering.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice thick with lust. "Keep going, just like that."

I can feel his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the edge.

Just when I think he might lose control, he pulls me up, his hands gripping my arms and lifting me to my feet. His lips crash against mine in a searing kiss, full of hunger and desperation. He puts me onto the bed and backs me up against the sheets, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve and contour.

"Turn around," he orders, his voice barely more than a whisper.

I comply, my heart racing with anticipation. His hands slide down my sides, gripping my hips and positioning me just right. I can feel his breath hot against my neck as he leans in, his body pressed firmly against mine.

“Here” with the camera in his hand motioning me to set it on the nightstand near the bed.

As I reach out, stretching my body out to put the camera down Chris uses both hands to aggressively thrust my hips onto him inserting himself and filling up my walls.

“Ah,” I moan out surprised. Not at the fact he inserted himself without warning but that he didn’t use protection.

Chris quickly gets out of me and turns my head to face him while catching his breath.

“I’m sorry- I, was that too much- I mean was that too fast- I’m sorry- I-”

“Chris you’re perfect I like it rough, you know it.”

"Do you trust me?" he asks regretting his aggression, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Yes," I breathe, my voice barely audible.

"Okay good," he says, his tone filled with promise.

As I start getting back into position he gently interrupts turning me back around. His hands cup my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as he gazes into my eyes. "You're beautiful," he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and admiration.

He leans in, his breath warm against the back of my neck. "Just relax," he whispers, his voice a calming presence. "I've got you."

His hands continue their journey, moving down to my waist, his grip tightening slightly. He pulls me closer, and I can feel the heat of his body against mine. The closeness, the intimacy, is almost overwhelming.

Chris' hands slide around to my front, his fingers splaying across my stomach. using both hands to cup my waist with both hands. He holds me there for a moment, as I reach under grabbing his member and guiding him. Feeling his pressure outside my walls I open my legs wider, arch harder, with my ass high in the air.

After both letting out a loud moan Chris lets me feel the security of his embrace as he slowly inserts himself letting me get used to his size.

After multiple slow thrusts, Chris eventually starts pounding me aggressively as I cry out loud moans containing his name.

As I feel his body tense up he takes himself out of me and flips me onto my back.

The words barely coming out, “You doing okay ma?” Chris says completely out of breath.

I nod.

As Chris pauses to admire my bare chest, a shiver runs down my spine from his intense gaze. I can feel his eyes on me, a mix of desire and admiration.

He then grabs the camera back from the nightstand, zooming in as he starts playing with my breasts. The sensation of his touch sends a wave of pleasure through me, making me gasp softly.

In a playful move, I snatch the camera, now recording Chris. With a mischievous smile, I run my hand down his chest, capturing his reaction as I tease him.

I then guide the camera down to his waist, signaling for him to fill me back up. The anticipation builds as he slowly enters me, the feeling of him inside me sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Chris grins as he pulls my hips closer to him, throwing both legs over his shoulder. As he inserts himself, my back arches off the bed, and I roll my eyes back. It doesn’t take Chris long to resume his fast pace from earlier. The intensity of the moment, the connection between us, is electric and all-consuming.

The room fills with the sounds of our shared pleasure, the camera capturing every moment of our passionate encounter.

“Chris, let me cum, please,” I beg, my voice trembling with need.

“Hold it for a second, ma. I’m almost there,” Chris replies, his voice strained with effort.

Chris slaps his hand across my mouth as I accidentally moan louder than usual. “Chris, I can’t do it anymore. Ahh, you’re so big,” I cry out as he continues to pound into me. I throw the camera back onto the nightstand, ready to capture our releases.

His thrusts become faster and sloppier, his breathing grows more rapid. I yell out, “Chris, please let me cum. I can’t take it.”

Chris grips my waist tighter, and I feel his swollen member around my walls, reaching his climax. "Look at me," he commands, his voice a rough whisper. "I need to see your eyes when I cum." I obey, my gaze locking onto his as I bring him to the brink. The intensity of the moment is overwhelming.

Chris tenses up, and we both let out a deep moan. The moment of release is explosive, our bodies trembling with the force of our shared climax. The connection between us feels unbreakable, a bond forged in the heat of our passion.

As we come down from the high, Chris collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms. We lie there, catching our breath, the camera forgotten on the nightstand. The intimacy of the moment lingers, a testament to the depth of our connection.

Chris gently strokes my hair, his touch tender and loving. “You’re amazing,” he whispers, his voice filled with admiration.

I smile, feeling a sense of contentment and fulfillment. “So are you, Chris. So are you.”

Chris' phone interrupts us and I glance over and see it’s Matt. I quickly dress myself, thinking they’re outside the door.

Chris pulls my hand towards him, falling back into the bed. “Ma, it’s fine, calm down. He’s calling to ask if we wanna go to the movies after they’re finished dinner.”

I let out a sigh of relief as I nod my head yes, walking to the restroom door.

“Yeah, she’s just gonna shower and get ready. Y’all can start heading back.”

“Well, we’re going to put gas in the bus. I was just giving y’all a heads-up. We’ll probably be back in another hour.”

Chris quickly smirks, guessing I heard the other side of the phone. He gets up, heading towards the bathroom, ready to start another round.

“Chris, we don’t have much time,” I laugh, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as he pulls himself into the shower with me.