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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.

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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.

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888artpys · 1 year ago

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Chris Sturniolo x Photographer

summary: as you clock into work you notice who you’re working for. after being welcomed by the triplets team you notice they’re not around, but as you walk into your room you find chris sturniolo inside.

content warnings : none

the prologue for my :

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The Prologue:

The White Oak Music Hall was already buzzing with anticipation for the Sturniolo triplets' show. As the sun began to rise, I found myself double-checking my camera equipment, making sure everything was ready for the day's event. I had picked up this shift on a whim, not entirely sure what to expect, or why the pay was so much higher than the other shows. As I walked in I notice posters everywhere. Wow I’m working for the triplets tonight. I’ve seen them a couple times on my TikTok feed but I wasn’t a fan—just another 19-year-old working a job in my hometown of Houston.

I approach the venue welcomed by the triplets team, but no sign of the boys. I checked the setup quickly in the early morning light and made my way back to my area to get more supplies. I could see my door was slightly opened as I got closer. I feel slight rage since I always have fans “mistake” my room as a restroom when there’s a “DO NOT ENTER” sign above the doorknob.

“Hey!” I called out, stepping into the room “This is a restricted—” My words caught in my throat when I saw who it was. Christopher Sturniolo was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, tears streaming down his face.

He looked up, startled, his bright blue eyes red and puffy. But let out a sigh of relief when he looked down and saw my equipment with my lanyard that wrote “Employee” around my neck.

"Oh my god, let me get out of here, I saw the sign outside the door I just- I’m sorry," as he stuttered and mumbled, trying to wipe away the evidence of his tears I stood there in shock.

"I didn’t mean to intrude. I just needed a quiet place" Chris states.

For a moment, I was frozen, my heart beating rapidly at the sight of him. "Um It's okay," I said softly, closing the door behind me. "Are you alright?"

Chris shook his head, his fluffy brown hair falling into his eyes. "Yeah, I think? I don’t know, not really.

As I hear his voice crack I try to think of something, anything to say, but can’t mouth anything.

“This tour... it's just so overwhelming. Being away from home, it’s harder than I thought."

I moved closer, sitting right in front of him crisscrossing, my heart pounding. He looked at me, his eyes wide with surprise.

As I offered a small smile I managed to finally say something, “I get it. Being on the road can be tough, especially when you're far from home. I mean I’ve never been away from home like this, but I know what it’s like to feel overwhelmed."

Chris sighed, leaning his head back against the wall. "I don’t know why I’m homesick, it’s just the beginning of the tour."

We sat there in silence for a while, the distant sounds of the venue preparations filling the room. I studied his face, noticing the way his eyelashes were still wet, sniffling every couple of seconds and his clear skin slightly flushed from crying. His expression was a mixture of sadness and relief, and it struck me how vulnerable he seemed, so different from the confident persona he projected online.

The intercom above interrupts our silence “Last call for backstage passes and wrist bands, please come pick them up at the box office, Last call, Last call.”

"Thanks," with a slight smile, his voice barely above a whisper. "I guess I just needed someone to talk to."

His smile was genuine, his expression softening as he relaxed in my presence. I realized then was a young man just trying to navigate his way through an overwhelming situation.

As he starts getting up I reach into my pocket and pull out the wristbands and extras he needs to pick up.

“Looking for these?” I say. “Here you can just have mine, I’ll go instead, you can stay in here, I’ll be back in a few.”

As I placed the wristbands and passes on the table next to the door he nodded, offering a faint smile. Looking down at my camera, “What even is your name camera girl?”

“Camera girl?”, I say as I giggle slightly. If that’s what you want to call me.

I turned around hesitantly, wondering if I should say something else, then shrugged with a small grin as I left the room.

As the day progressed, Chris and I kept running into each other. Between his rehearsals and my rounds, we found moments to talk. I learned about his brothers, their lives in Boston, and the pressure of living in the public eye. He listened as I shared bits about my life in Houston, my love for photography, and my dream of becoming a writer.

There was a moment during one of our conversations when he looked at me, really looked at me.

As we sit in front of my vanity fixing up our hair in our own worlds Chris takes out his airpods and glances at me. This catches my attention, so I take both airpods out my ear waiting for him to say something.

“You kind of have hair like my mom, it’s pretty, well also I mean you’re really pretty.”

His blue eyes held mine, and I felt an undeniable connection.

I paused and felt my face get bright red.

“Thank you, you’re pretty too, I like your eyes.”

Just before the show, Chris found me again. "Hey, I’ve been thinking," he said, his eyes bright with a new idea. "Would you like to join us on tour? We could use a designated photographer, and it would be great to have a friend around."

My heart skipped a beat. "Really? Are you sure?"

He nodded, smiling warmly. "Yeah. We need someone who can capture the real moments, not just the staged ones. And besides, it would be nice to have you with us."

I smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through me. "I’d love to."

As the Sturniolos took the stage that night, I was there, camera in hand, capturing every moment. The cheers of the fans, the energy of the triplets, and the connection we had formed—it all felt like a new beginning.

For Chris and me, that day in Houston was the start of something special. And as we hit the road together, we knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, we’d face them together, one photo at a time.

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