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Birthday Girl ♡︎ Chris Sturniolo

@yourmother29's birthday special <3 love you so much pookie

her birthday was actually in january but art takes time idk

As long as you guys had been friends, you were everything to Chris. He'd drop everything for you, no matter how stupid or unimportant it was. He'd buy you whatever you wanted, completely ignoring the cost of it. Saw a cute dress in a store window? He'd have it shipped to your house by the weekend. Hungry in the middle of the night? He's having food delivered to your front door. Anything to make you happy. As long as he got to see that pretty smile of yours he loved so much, he was happy too. You were an angel in his eyes. Someone who could do no wrong. You were perfect.

To him, you were worthy of being celebrating all 365 days of the year. So when it came to your birthday, it might as well have been considered a national holiday. Every year he'd spoil you with the most expensive gifts, dinners, parties, whatever he could think of. But, this year was different. He wanted to give you an extra special gift. One he'd be holding from the moment he first laid eyes on you.

It was late. Your birthday party, held at his house as always, had finally ended after hours of partying, dancing, and drinking. The smell of alcohol, cheap perfumes, and food still lingered in each room, but you were too overwhelmed with positivity to care. It was just the two of you now, just as it always had been. You were sitting on the dining table, eating your 3rd slice of cake as you watched Chris clean up the empty cups and other trash strewn about the house. He had insisted on taking care of everything for your birthday, including the brutal hours clean up that came with it. "You sure you don't want me to help?" You ask for what seemed like the 50th time that night. "You're gonna be up all night at this rate."

Chris walks over to you, lifting your chin up as he stands in front of you. "Told you ma," he smirks, now standing in between your legs. "All y'gotta do is there and look pretty f'me," he clicks his tongue, fixing the birthday crown sitting lopsided on the top of your head. His eyes flicker to your parted, glossy lips, stained pink from the amount of icing you'd consumed that night, before shifting back to your eyes. You always looked beautiful to him, but tonight, you looked particularly radiant.

Chris never failed to fluster you, the way his cold, blue eyes bore into your own, the way his rough hands felt on your soft skin. You'd be lying if you said you weren't attracted to him. Who wouldn't be? He showered you in compliments and gifts, was always there when you needed him no matter what, always put you first. He was everything you looked for in a man. But he was your best friend, and your friendship was more important than some crush.

"Fine, fine, fine!" You smile, scooting back further onto the table, feeling the cold wood against your bare skin as your dress moved up with you. Your dress was already short, and now almost your entire lower half was exposed. Chris' eyes trailed down your body, focusing on your thighs, and his mind starts to wander, shaking his head before he goes to far. Spotting a piece of trash under the table, he kneels down, shaking his head to get the sinful thoughts out of his head. How soft your thighs looked, how'd they feel under his fingers, or even wrapped around his head, suffocating him. As he kneels down, he manages to catch a full view up your dress, including the lacy red panties you were wearing. His favorite color.

His pants immediately began to feel tighter than they did a few minutes ago, his mind starting to wander once again. He needs to get away from you, fast. Choking on his spit in an attempt to move away quickly, he hits his head on the edge of the table. Hard. If the pain of the hard wood hitting the back of his head wasn't enough to break him out of his thoughts, the shame he felt once he looked you in the eyes would be.

"Fuck!" he shouted, rubbing the back of his head, still hunched over.

You giggle, looking down at him as he slowly stands up straight, still soothing the aching pain. "Are you okay?" You press a hand to your mouth in an attempt to hold back your laughter, your other hand pulling your dress back down.

"M'fine," he says flatly, his eyes refusing to meet yours, his cheeks growing more flushed by the second. "Quit laughing."

"Have some cake," you smile, your giggling subsiding as you stick your icing-covered finger out. "You'll feel better."

Chris swallows hard, looking at your hand, his cheeks turning more crimson as he smirks. He pauses for a moment, before leaning in, pulling your index finger into his mouth.

The sight was erotic, his face blushing as his tongue rolls over your finger, his eyes locked on yours as he sucks off the sweet icing. The feeling of his warm mouth sent a chill down your spine, a warmth pooling between your thighs as he finally pulls off, his eyes refusing to leave yours. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, cleaning off the mess. He finally looks away from you, focused on the half-eaten cake to the side of you. "I picked out a good cake huh?" He chuckles.

You nod, clearing your throat. "Yeah. Great cake."

You watched Chris continue to clean up the messes throughout the house, the tension between the two of you palpable. The soft R&B music playing through the speaker added to the ambience of the dimly lit house. You didn't know what happened to you that night, but something about Chris was so alluring. His messy brown hair, his tired, sunken eyes, the stubble he had gotten too lazy to shave. Even his touch, how he held your chin in his hands, how he hugged you at least 20 times that night. Everything about him was driving you absolutely insane.

Some time later, Chris finally finishes cleaning majority of the messes, joining you back in the kitchen. "Y'know, ma," he says, moving to stand in front of you. "There was...one more present...I wanted to give you." He pokes his tongue in his cheek, raising his eyebrows and flashing you a familiar smirk.

You raise your eyebrows back, looking up at him. He had already given you plenty of gifts, but you were curious as to what else he could possibly have to offer. "Yeah? What is it?" He moves impossibly closer to you, and you can feel the warmth radiating off his body as he stared at you with half lidded eyes, the strong scent of his cologne filling your nose.

"I've been waiting to give it to ya. For a long ass time," His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer to him, your thighs now hanging off the edge of the table as your breath hitches. Your eyes flicker down to his lips, before looking back at his eyes, his pupils intensely dilated.

Your gasp as his lips crash onto yours without any form of warning, the kiss feverish and hungry as his grip on your hips tightens. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He runs his tongue over your bottom lip, begging for entrance, before finally slipping it into your mouth. A soft moan escapes his throat at the feeling of your soft, plump lips on his. He had imagined this thousands of times, but none of them compared to the actual experience. It was better than anything he had ever dreamed of.

Hesitantly, he breaks the kiss, biting on your bottom lip as he pulls back. "How was that?"

You grin, looking back at him with glazed eyes "Good. So good," you laugh breathlessly, your eyes trailing back down to his swollen lips. Before you can lean in for a second kiss, Chris picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and walking you to his room. Your heart pounds in your chest, arousal rushing through your body as Chris' hands move to grab your ass. Once the two of you finally make it to his room, he gently lays you on the bed, swiftly moving to lock the door and walking back over to you.

"Gonna give you the best birthday gift ever," he smirks, climbing onto the bed to lay on top of you. "Gonna make you feel so good, baby."

He leaves sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, toying with the thin straps of your dress. His touch was electrifying, making every hair on your body sticking up. "Chris..." You moan softly at his touch. "Please..." You tilt your head back, giving him better access to the sensitive part of your neck as he continues to suck, leaving light red marks in his wake.

"I know...I know," he coos. He tugs at your dress, growing desperate to see your naked body as he discards the fabric onto the floor. His breath hitches at the sight of you, his jaw going slack as he admires every inch, a groan leaving his throat at the image in front of him. "Gonna give you what y'want. Just hang on f'me.

Chris' hands trail up and down your body, desperate to feel every part of you under his fingertips, moaning as his soft lips continue their assault on your skin. "So fuckin' pretty," Chris sighs, moving back down, landing in between your legs and looking up with half-lidded eyes. "Been wanting this so long...Wanted to feel you...Taste you..." He mutters, toying at the waistband of your lacy panties, fiddling at the rough material with his fingers. "Gotta get these off...Need to feel that pretty pussy on my tongue...Please..." He looks up at you for approval, the corners of his lips curling as he sees you nod. You're as desperate for this as he is.

He slides your panties down your legs, admiring the trail of arousal that follows as he throws them on the floor near your dress. "Fuck baby," he murmurs, burying his head in between your legs, peppering soft kisses on your inner thighs, trailing his tongue just near where you need it, but not quite. His stubble brushed against your heat, adding sensitivity. "So pretty...So fuckin' pretty...Better than I imagined..." He continued to whisper to himself. He was completely hypnotized, and he hasn't even tasted you yet.

A whine escapes your lips, watching his focus all his attention on your thighs than your achy pussy, which was now dripping onto his blanket. "Chris, stop teasing." Your voice breaks him out of his trance, forcing him to look up at you, his lust-filled eyes peering into yours as he laughs softly. His tongue darts out over his bottom lips, going back to staring at your pretty pussy, collecting the arousal on his fingers.

"So needy for me," he says softly. "Leaking all over the fuckin' blanket and I ain't even touched you yet," he grins. He brings his now-soaked fingers to his mouth, moaning at the sweet flavor. "I knew you tasted good...Fuck, I need more than that."

As soon as the words leave his lips, he dives into your pussy, his tongue licking a long stripe up to your clit, a loud moan escaping your mouth at the sensation. Your hands desperately try to cling to something, gripping the covers until your knuckles turn white as he continues to lick and suck at your clit.

He moans softly, the vibrations shooting straight to your core. You instinctively move to clamp your legs shut at the intense pleasure, squeezing his head tight. He stops just for a moment, your body shivering at the sudden coldness, before grabbing your thighs and holding your legs open in a tight grip. "Stop moving and let me eat in peace," he mutters, continuing his assault on your pussy. His eyes flutter shut as he looses himself in you, the way you taste, the way you sound. He slowly ruts against the mattress, trying to release the friction between his erection and his jeans. "There you go. Keep those legs open f'me. That's a good girl."

Your orgasm was approaching, and fast, feeling a familiar building in your lower abdomen. "Chris—mmm—m'so close!" You whine, your fingers finding their way to his hair, tugging and pulling at his messy brown locs. The roughness earns another grunt from him as he holds your thighs tighter, leaving indents in your flesh. He grins up at you, his lips and chin coated in your slick and his hair messy, before going back down on you. He's completely drunk on you, the sound of wet slurping echoing against the walls of his bedroom as you start to grind against his face, your grip on his hair tightening.

"Cum—gonna cum! M'gonna cum!" You babble, before the coil in your belly finally snaps, your vision going white and starry. Your eyes roll back into your skull as Chris staring at you in awe, still lapping at your pussy, helping you ride out your high. Your legs shake under his arms, twitching at the overstimulation. "Too much! S'too much! Chris, Chris!" You almost shout until he begrudgingly pulls away, staring at the mess you made of his bed, wiping your release off his face.

"You're so lucky it's your birthday and not mine," he whispers breathlessly. "Or else I'd be eating that pussy 'til you cried," his rough voice makes you shudder. His tongue was magic, and you could only imagine how intense it'd feel after more than one round. "Maybe that'll be my birthday gift. Favor for a favor kinda thing, yeah?" he chuckles, sitting up and on his knees and you smile back at him, nodding at his words. The sound of metal clinking distracts you, making you lift your head up.

You find Chris pulling off his jeans in a frenzy, throwing them off the side of the bed and shuffling between your legs. He pulls his boxers down, his rock hard cock springing out and slapping against his stomach, earning a rough groan from him, precum leaking out his slit and down his shaft. He chuckles again, watching your eyes widen as you admire his size. "You like what you see, pretty girl?" He says, spitting into his palm and stroking his thick length. "You like seein' what you do to me?"

A soft whine leaves you lips as he aligns himself with your entrance, rubbing his swollen, red tip over your slick folds, coating it in your release. "You want me to fuck you, baby? Want me to fill this pretty pussy up with my big dick?" He asks gruffly, slapping the head on your puffy clit, earning another soft moan from you. "I know you do, ma. I know how bad you want it. Droolin' all over my sheets...Fuckin' beggin' for it." Lubricated by your arousal, Chris pushes his cock into your pussy, a soft moan leaving his lips at the sight of you sucking him in.

"Fuck!" you cry out, tears pricking your waterline at the burning sensation, feeling his thick cock stretching you out inch by inch, every vein bumping against your tight walls. "Mmph—so big...s'not gonna fit—" You whimper, wanting to feel him bottom out inside you, but the stretch is almost too much to deal.

"Shh," he whispers, caressing your side with a gentle hand. "We'll make it fit, baby...Just...just relax f'me, yeah? Almost there...atta girl..." He finally bottoms out, resting his forehead against yours as he nestles inside you, tip grazing your cervix as you relax around him, adjusting to his size. "Goddamn, shit" Chris grins, watching your eyes flutter shit. "Pussy's cuttin' the fuckin' circulation off—fuck—off my fuckin' dick." Your eyes flutter back open, looking up into his eyes, his pupils blown out. Your throat bobs as you swallow, slowly moving against his dick, silently giving him the OK to move.

His hands move to grab your hips, gently pulling out until just the tip is nestled in your pussy, and pushing himself back in. His movements are painfully slow, holding himself back, keeping himself from going too rough and hurting you. "Faster," you manage to choke out. "Go faster, please."

A wicked grin spreads against Chris' face, his thrusts picking up speed as his hips snap against your pelvis, his grip on you growing tight enough to leave bruises on your soft skin. The squelching sound of his cock ramming into your pussy grows louder, only rivaled by your even louder moans. Suddenly, Chris throws your leg over his shoulder, allowing him to hit that spongy spot deep inside you over and over again at a rapid pace.

"Fuck yeah," he moans out, the change of pace bringing him closer by the second. "This all the birthday girl wanted huh? Wanted to get slut out by her best friend? Get split open by this big dick?" You nod weakly in response, trying to find the words to respond, but your brain is fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure. You try to speak, but all that comes out are pathetic moans. "Asked you a question didn't I?" He laughs. "Too fucked out to even answer—fuck—Goin' dumb all over my dick already."

You look up at him with lidded eyes, watching his cock get sucked into your tight cunt. "Yes!" You manage to choke out. "S'all I wanted. Just wanted you to fuck me." Chris smirks again, rocking his hips at an intense pace, your velvety walls pulsing against his throbbing cock. Your back starts to arch off the mattress, but he holds you down, one hand on the leg over his shoulder, the other on your lower stomach, keeping you still for him. Your second orgasm was quickly approaching, your legs already beginning to shake.

"Such a slutty fuckin' girl," Chris groans, watching your eyes start to roll back. "Already gonna cum all over my dick...Fuck baby...Can't get enough of you—shiit—you and this perfect fuckin' pussy," You moan at his praise, desperate to hold onto any part of him, gripping the arm pressing on your belly.

"M'gonna—aah!—m'gonna cum! Please, please, please," you cry out, your whines growing more and more needy as Chris slams into you repeatedly. You weren't even sure what you were begging for at that moment. You just knew you never wanted him to stop. He moves his thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing quick, rough circles over it just to make you squirm for him.

"I know baby, I know...m'gonna cum too," he moans out, his hips pistoning at an impossibly fast pace, chasing both of your highs. His cock starts to twitch inside you, the coil inside him ready to snap at any moment. But he's holding on. He refuses to cum before you do. Not until you cum all over his dick. "Gonna let me cum inside, huh? Make you all mine?" He coos, caressing your cheek gently, a contrast to his rough movements at the lower half of your body.

You nod furiously, your moans and whines becoming more strained as you approach your release. "Yes, yes yes...Please, baby—" Your pleads are cut off by a high pitched moan, almost screaming his name as your orgasm crashing over you. Waves of pleasure washing over you as your back arches high off the mattress, your vision going white. Everything around you goes static, only focusing on Chris.

"Good girl, good fuckin' girl..." His thrusts grow faster as he watches you fall apart around him, his ego growing knowing that he was the one that made you feel like this, made you cum this hard. "Gonna cum deep in this pussy...Gonna fill her up.." The feeling of your tight walls throbbing around his cock triggers his own orgasm, ribbons of sticky cum shooting out into your pussy, a guttural moan escaping his throat. "Fuck, fuck fuck!" He cries out, his thrusts staggering as he watches your pussy milk him dry.

Panting hard, he manages out a weak, "happy birthday, beautiful," pressing soft kisses against the leg over his shoulder, before moving it off of him. Still inside you, he leans over you, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss.

"Mhm," you say in between kisses, wrapping your arms around him. "Best birthday gift ever," you smile, still trying to catch your breath from the most intense orgasm of your life. Chris looks down at you, a smug grin still plastered across his face.

"Who said it was over?"

sorry this took so long bby...i love you !!

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