cherrielust

[cherrielust]

•DESERVE BETTER• Chris Sturniolo

*Chris catches you at a party all a mess after his bother (Matt) made you cry. What will he do to?*

contains: fingering / the shortest kiss ever

Note: This sucks absolute tits. I laughed writing it and reading it. Hopefully you can get a giggle out of it too. (I’m trying to get better at writing, but we’ll see how that goes)

The lights are dim and the music is blaring in your ears as you push through herds of people, trying to find the nearest washroom.

You make a left turn down a surprisingly quiet hallway and enter the first door you see. It’s a washroom, thankfully.

You close the door behind you and walk towards the mirror to get a better look at yourself.

Through your foggy teary eyes, you see that your supposedly waterproof mascara is trialling drown your cheeks and your so-called waterproof eyeliner is non-existent.

Guess that’s what you get for buying cheap makeup.

You huff annoyed as you grab some toilet paper, wet it, and try to clean up your face, but none of the makeup wants to come off.

“Fuck” You say under your breath as you breathe rapidly, trying to keep your cool from having another breakdown.

You lean over the bathroom counter as you stare at yourself in the mirror, taking in how much of a mess you look right now.

You try and get your shit together before walking out of the washroom back into the chaos of the party, but while doing so the bathroom door swings open and hits you right in the head.

“Hey! What the fuck? Watch what you’re doing, asshole” You say as you hold your forehead with your head down and push past the guy through the door.

He stops you in the middle of your exit and grabs your arm out of nowhere. He pulls you back into the washroom and you look up at him.

“Wait… Chris?” you say confused, since he told Matt he couldn’t make it to the party because he had other plans.

“Sorry” He says before his eyes widen. “Did I make you cry?” The concern in his voice makes you wanna laugh.

“No, no. It’s Matt” You say with a light smile hoping to lighten his concern. “What the fuck did he do? Tell me.” His concern may be gone, but now it’s turned into anger.

“I saw him dancing and kissing up on another chick…” Just the thought of it makes every emotion inside of you want to come out...again.

Chris lets out a big huff of air and says under his breath “I gonna fucking kill him” He’s fuming at this point.

You look at Chris and he’s blankly looking down behind you at the wall. Even though you can’t read his mind, you know he’s most likely thinking illegal things.

“Get on the counter” He says, expression still unreadable. You don’t wanna ask questions to make him even more mad, so you obey and plop yourself up on the counter beside the sink.

You sit there, swinging your legs as you watch Chris rummage around the washroom looking for something.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask slightly confused. Chris doesn’t say a word and continues his hunt for whatever the fuck he’s looking for.

He crouches down in front of you and puts a hand on your thigh for balance as he looks through the cupboard below you.

He tightens his grip on you as he starts to go off balance, and you place your hand on top of his to make sure he doesn’t fall.

“Ah ha!” He uses both of your thighs now as support and pushes himself up so now he’s standing in front of you.

He has something in his mouth, but you can’t quite tell what it is. “And what do we have here?” You fury your eyebrows.

Chris lets the thing go with his teeth and drops it into his hand. “Ugh…” he looks at the thing and reads it “Oh yeah, makeup remover wipes” He smiles at you.

“Thank fuck. I won’t have to look like a mess anymore” You roll your eyes.

“You never looked a mess” Chris says while opening the package of wipes and pulling one out.

You were about to reach out to grab it from him, but he comes closer between your legs and grabs your jaw, tilting your face upwards towards him.

He brings the wipe up to your face and starts gently removing your messed-up makeup.

He looks so focused that you can’t help but stare at him.

“Almost done.” He says before looking right back at you in your eyes. You quickly look down breaking eye contact, but you can still feel Chris’s gaze on you.

“There….” Chris finishes removing your makeup and leans back slightly, squinting to check if he missed a stop.

“It’s good, Chris. Thank you” you say to reassure him and it seems to work a little too well, as Chris moves himself closer to your core.

You look down between your legs as his hips are now resting between your thighs, almost stretching you open at this point.

“Chris…” You mutter softly under your breath and bring your hand up to his chest to push him away, but you’re more just holding it there.

Chris looks down at your hand resting on his chest and smirks to himself.

“You know you deserve better, right?” He asks, moving his hand slowly up your thigh.

Your brain’s in a fog from his actions and sudden words that can’t fully repeat what he is asking.

“Can you please repeat that, Chris?” You remove your hand from his chest, looking at him slightly confused.

“You deserve better.” Chris says soft and slowly while bringing his hand in between your legs, through the bottom of your skirt.

His hand is now resting on your heat, through your damp laced thong. While his other hand is slowly pushing the skirt up your hips, revealing a bit of you he’s never seen before.

Your chest rises as you deeply inhale, looking down at Chris’s hand. “Wh- what are you doing, Chris?” You exhale slowly, moving your eyes up to see him answer, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he grabs your hip, pulling you flush against him and connects his lip with yours.

The kiss starts off slow and sensual, his hand never leaving your heat between each other’s bodies.

You grip his face softly, feeding into the kiss even though you know you shouldn’t. You can’t get the thought of Matt out of your head.

You stop the kiss.

“But Matt…” You mumble against his lips, feeling a bit ashamed.

“Who?” Chris mumbles back as his fingers start to create slow circles on your clothed clit.

You gasp against his mouth at the sudden sensation and he smirks against your lips. His fingers speed up their pace against your clit, leaving you breathless.

Your head collapses onto his shoulder and your hips start to involuntarily rock forward against his fingers to create more friction.

“Oh fuck,” You moan out. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Chris teases into your ear.

“Go fuck yourself.” You breathe out, against his shoulder before you tangle your nails in his soft hair.

Chris groans at the way you touch him, only encouraging him to work you faster. He moves his fingers against your clit at a treacherous speed and pressure which is soon going to take you over the edge.

“I’m close, Chris” You whisper out, letting your arms wrap around his neck. “Good” He says in a low groggy voice, which makes you more turned on by the second.

Chris’s other hand slides down your back to grip your ass, moving yourself harder against his fingers and this makes your body lose it.

“Oh god-“ You wrap your legs around Chris, pulling him on top of you as your head falls back and hits against the mirror.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes” You moan out and squeeze your eyes shut. Your mouth agape as your orgasm rocks through you.

Chris lifts his head as much as he can to watch you come undone as your face contorts in pleasure and you release small moans that are sex to his ears.

He slowly slows down his touch, riding out your high.

You and Chris stay there for a long moment, bodies pressed together as your breathing and body control back to normal.

You unwrap your legs from Chris and look down at yourself. “Fuck. These were my favourite pair, asshole” You joke and teasingly push Chris off of you.

He scoffs, putting his arms up in defence while backing up. “Next time you’ll know to remove them”

You roll your eyes at his bad remark. “Fuck yourself next time, mhm?”

Chris shakes his head and opens the bathroom door before turning towards you and giving you a wink, exiting back into the party.

If you made it to the end I want to apologize, but also thank you for reading.

-Luella