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sturnthorniolo · 8 days ago

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Part 2

Content warnings: smut|unprotected sex|dirty talk| oral (male receiving)|nearly getting caught

Both Chris and reader are of age in this fan-fic, you have always been a Matt girl but will that change after an interaction alone with Chris? Yes this is fiction before anyone gets any ideas.

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Part 1 recap: you attend the sturniolo triplets tour, during the meet and greet you go to the bathroom when suddenly you encounter Chris. He takes you to a supply closet and offers you an opportunity that most people would fold for.

“Fuck” I thought to myself, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity that anyone would beg for and he was just giving it to me, I didn’t know what to do. On one hand I wasn’t one for meaningless hookups plus I’ve always been a matt girl from the second I first watched them.

He was the quiet brother, the sweet one that I always resinated with but the way Chris was standing there offering himself on a silver platter to me was sending waves through my body.

I took a deep breath to centre myself but all I could smell was the scent of Pepsi from his perfectly pink lips mixed with cologne which was making it harder to resist.

“I know you want this just as bad as I do” Chris cooed tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, he wasn’t wrong which drove me crazy. He brought his mouth to my ear and softly whispered “don’t make me beg” before he gently bit down on my lobe making me grip onto his vest letting out a short gasp. I couldn’t contain this anymore, that was the final straw to holding back my self restraint.

I turn to meet his gaze, it was like a silent agreement before our lips quickly crashed together, my arms found its way around his neck as his hand made its way into my hair pulling my face closer to his while the other wrapped around my back pressing me desperately close to his body.

The kiss was filled with hunger and neediness as his tongue begged entry to my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine the room filling with hums of satisfaction. He tasted so sweet I couldn’t get enough of it.

After a moment he pulls away and grabs onto the front of my shirt “take this shit off” he grunted before he ripped it completely open revealing my bra. I let out a squeal of shock as he slides it down my shoulders leaving me feeling exposed to him “mmm…much better” he murmurs taking in my form and how soft my skin looked. He roughly picked me up and sat me on the edge of the table situating himself inbetween my thighs.

“Chris what if someone catches us?” I ask lowly, he smirks bringing his lips to my neck. “Then we’ll have to be quiet now won’t we” Chris began to pepper kisses against the skin, they were firm yet sensual licking and nipping leaving light red marks making me wrap my legs around him needing him closer.

“Mmm fuck” i moan hooking my arms under his, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Shhh” Chris chuckled quietly against my neck “If I had known you’d be this damn responsive I would have put something in that pretty little mouth to shut you up”.

He began to kiss down to my chest bringing his hands up to fondle my contained breasts, I let out a whimper tangling my fingers in his messy hair. His kisses felt like fire scorching my skin, my core started to ache my shorts starting to soak I needed to feel him, for him to explore every inch of my body “Chris I need you” I whine. He pushes me down my back gently pressing against the cold table.

Chris’s hands move to the waistband of my shorts “ lift your hips” he commanded as he gently tugged on them. I comply as he swiftly swipes them off discarding them on the floor, his eye roam over my body taking in every detail as I lay there in my underwear slightly squirming in anticipation.

He glances at the clock on the wall “Fuck” he mutters to himself realising he doesn’t have much time before people would start asking questions to his where abouts. He began to undo his belt throwing it on the chair where his hoodie was I glance down at his crotch seeing the way his jeans molded perfectly around his hard cock leaving nothing to the imagination.

“See something you like beautiful?” he teased while he unbuttoned his jeans, I nod nibbling on my bottom lip. He pulled down his jeans with his boxers his throbbing dick springing from them, my eyes widened and my cheeks start to turn a shade of rosy pink as I admire it.

It was a lot bigger than I expected especially from what I had experienced before, the tip was a perfect mushroom shape that was glistening at the slit. He grasps onto it pumping it in his fist the pre cum coating his slender fingers as he lets out a soft groan, the sound echoing through my body like a sweet melody.

He came closer and with his free hand softly runs his fingers through my hair before he grasps hold of it pulling me off the table “get on your knees” he grunted before pushing me down to the floor the carpets slightly burning my knees in the process.

I look up at him meeting his gaze, his icy blue eyes was intense filled with desire and pure lust as he brings the throbbing tip to my bottom lip rubbing it gently against it. The sweetness of his precum that smeared against my lips was sending me wild, the need to taste him to feel him deep inside made me clench around nothing.

I go to put my lips around it when he pulls my head back with the fistful of hair still in his hand. “Ah ah ah” Chris chuckled softly a smirk plastered on his face. “Chris please” I whine trying to tug out his grip so I could encase it between my perfectly pouted lips.He pulls again harder “Beg for it, tell me whose girl you are and then I’ll let you have it” he says slyly as he brings the tip back to my lips moving it in a teasing motion.

The words was hard to get out it was as if they was caught in the back of my throat, his action was taunting and torturous like a silent punishment for being a Matt girl but I couldn’t help but love it and it only increased my desire for Chris more.

“I’m… im your girl Chris” I manage to stutter out. “That’s my good girl” he cooed as he loosens his grip on my hair and begins to tangle his fingers between the strands “Now open that pretty little mouth for me”.

Without hesitation I part my lips for him allowing him to stick his throbbing length in my mouth, my tongue feeling every bulging vein on the underside of his shaft, He lets out a soft grunt as he feels the tip brush against the back of my throat.

I grasp onto his jeans that are rested around his thighs as my eyes begin to water “fuck… you look so beautiful like this, my cock buried deep in your mouth” he murmured as began to slowly move his hips. His thrusts were gentle and drawn out as his half lidded eyes locked onto mine, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip to conceal his pleasure.

My jaw was starting to ache around his girth, the tip grazing my throat causing me to gag on it. “Mmm that’s it, take it” he groaned tightening his grip on my hair again making me whimper around his cock. His body starts to tremble feeling the vibrations from my whimper shoot through his length “fuck”.

I couldn’t get enough of it, the way his body arched, his speed starting to increase. I remove one of my hands from his jeans and go to put it against my aching clit but just as my finger tips brush against my bud he pulls me from his cock, saliva dripping down my chin.

He brings his face down to mine while my body squirms below him desperate for a sweet release “tsk tsk someone’s impatient” his tone oozing with playfulness as a smirk grew on his face.

“Please chris, touch me, I… I can’t wait anymore”. My cheeks was flushed, my face glistening with sweat that my baby hairs was sticking to my forehead. Without a word Chris pulls me to my feet and bends me over the table, my hands pressed against the hard surface.

He slowly ran his index finger up and down my clothed heat feeling the way my underwear clung to it. He leans down pressing his firm chest against my back bringing his lips to my ear. “Remember to be a good girl and keep quiet” he whispered, his lips brushing against the lobe. I nod my head pushing my ass up against his crotch desperate for him to fill me with his throbbing cock.

He moves my panties to the side and teases my wet folds with the tip sliding it along the slit before he slowly pressed it in. I bite onto my bottom lip concealing a gasp as I feel him stretch me out. He grounds himself holding one of my hips in a firm grip while the other slid up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair before he tugs it causing me to arch my back taking more of his length.

“Mmm you feel so good” he cooed as he began to gently move his hips into me making sure I could feel every inch as he buries it deep inside my walls. My legs begin to shake as he hits all the right places the curve of his cock pushing against my g-spot coaxing me close to my climax. His thrusts start to speed up becoming more sloppy as he grew closer to the edge, his breathing fast and shallow but we was snapped out of our moment by a voice coming from the hallway.

“Chris? Damn where is that idiot?” A mutter echoed from down the halls. Chris clamps his hand over my mouth to whisper in my ear “shhh keep quiet” as he continued to move in and out of me cautiously hoping whoever that was would give up quickly and proceed back to the meet and greet room. But again we hear the voice as it drew closer “Chris come on where are you?” it was Matt.

My eyes widen at the recognition of his voice and the sound of his heavy boots making its way in our direction, my heart begins to race at the thought of being discovered by his brother but something about it was turning me on more. Chris pushes all of his length in me and stays there holding me close as we hear Matt stop right outside the door.

The atmosphere was tense as we stayed frozen anticipating if Matt would open the door and catch us like this but my mind was consumed by how Chris felt deep inside me, to resist the urge to whimper or moan at a time like this when we could practically get caught was terrifying but thrilling.

I scrunch my eyes shut and hold my breath in fear he could hear the laboured breathing through the door but the sound of my own heart beat filled my ears making causing my head to spin at all these different sensations.

After a minute stand off it seemed Matt didn’t hear a thing as he takes a step back from the door and heads further down the hallway, the sound of his foot steps disappearing into the abyss. I begin to splutter catching my breath which prompted a chuckle from Chris “that was a close call”. He pulls out for a second and turns me around “are you ok though?” He asks his expression filled with a genuine concern.

Managing to regain my composure “I’m fine just would’ve been abit awkward yano” I say through shaky breath. “Hmm…I think you would’ve loved it” he cooed as he brushed his fingertips against my sensitive clit. “Anyway we should finish what we started before we have anymore interruptions”.

With that I obediently sat on the table with spread legs inviting him between them. In one swift motion he stepped forward and pushed himself back inside me picking up where we left off. The room filled with hushed gasps and moans, I throw my head back feeling an orgasm rip through me chasing the high before Chris pulls out and coats my stomach with his glistening seed.

He rests his forehead against mine as we catch our breaths “that that was good” he pants, I nod still struggling to form a coherent word. I look down at my stomach taking in the sight of the mess he left on me, he follows my gaze a smirk tugging on his lips. “Yeah best get that cleaned up” he looks around and sees my torn shirt which only filled him with more amusement. He picks it up about to use it to clean me up before I grab his hand in protest.

“What? It’s ruined anyway might as well make it useful” I couldn’t fight his logic there was no way I could wear it I remove my hand and let him do what needed to be done. He tenderly wiped his cum up with the shirt it was a complete contrast to the things that transpired not long ago, the way his face softened concentrating on making sure it was properly removed.

My heart fluttered at the sight of him but reality started to kick in, this would only be a one time thing I knew that already but I couldn’t help being disappointed at the prospect of never seeing him again after this, for it to be a secret I’d have to carry with me for as long as I live.

He finishes cleaning me up and places the fabric onto the table with a sigh. He takes one finally look at me in my underwear savoring the moment “we should get changed the meet and greet will be finishing soon and we’ve been gone for a suspicious amount of time” I nod and slide off the table grabbing my shorts. “Here take my hoodie” he says as he passes it to me “are you sure? I couldn’t..” but he interrupts “it’s fine plus you need to hide those” he gestures to the hickeys littering your neck. I nod “fair point” as I slip it over my head.

Once i was done I glance over seeing him buckle his belt fixing himself up running his fingers through his scruffy hair, I couldn’t help but stand there in awe. Chris hides the soiled shirt ,most likely as a souvenir to collect later, then walks to the door opening it “shall we”. With that I walk past him feeling him follow close behind me.

“Well that’s where you’ve been” we quickly turn round to the source of the voice to find Matt leaning against a door not far from the supply closet giving a knowing look. My heart races thinking shit we’ve been caught “yeah yeah we was in there I thought I’d give our fan a tour” Chris says keeping his composure. “A tour?” Matt raises an eyebrow not entirely convinced especially with how unenthusiastic Chris was early, Chris nods forming a mischievous grin “what else would we be doing?”.

I blush knowing what Chris was insinuating but Matt was too smart to play into Chris’s games. Matt gaze turns to me examining my appearance I could tell in his eyes he knew something was different but he shakes his head and lets it go not wanting to risk an awkward situation in front of a fan. Matt clears his throat “Well butt head we gotta get back”, “ladies first” Chris teases gesturing for Matt to guide the way.

Matt rolls his eyes ignoring the comment and takes the lead. Chris passes me and he grabs my ass giving a wink, I hold back a squeal of delight resisting the urge to pull him back into the closet instead I follow not far behind them now knowing whose girl I am.

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sturnthorniolo · 2 months ago

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mean!chris x shy!reader

✰ content warning: smut, sneaking around, pornography, masturbation, oral(m & f!receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, enemies to lovers

✰ summary: the morning after you and chris share a mutual masturbation session together, you both have to act normal around his suspicious brothers. the tension grows even thicker when the two of you are left alone all afternoon.

Idk who first wrote mean!chris or shy!reader, so I can't give proper credits, but I feel like it's been done before. I can't claim this is an original AU, but I hope you enjoy the fic! Credits to everyone who did it before me! ✰

dividers by @/anitalenia

Lights Turned On

chapters: | 1 | 2 |

The next morning, the sound of the heater kicking on woke you up around 9 a.m. You were on the hard living room floor with Matt to your right, beginning to stir. Nick was already up and making coffee in the other room, the aromatic scent drifting through the air.

You shivered, tugging your wool blanket up to your chin. Sunlight was beginning to pour in through the big window, lighting up the front of the house. You yawned, the detailed memories from the night before flooding back to you - Chris, walking in on him, seeing him naked for the first time, finishing beside him.

You almost had to ask yourself if it was all a dream, but when your tired eyes fluttered opened, Chris was descending the stairs. He was in a sweater and flannel pajama pants, and he was holding a laundry basket with his sheets in it. There was a part of you that felt hurt when he didn't even glance in your direction.

"You piss the bed or something?" Matt teased Chris, motioning towards the basket full of his bedding.

"Fuck off," Chris hastily mumbled under his breath on his way to the laundry room. You quickly turned away and blushed, knowing he was probably washing them because of the mess you made on them. It definitely wasn't a dream, but you were better off pretending it was, that way you didn't bring any attention to the situation.

Matt shifted around in the blankets, rubbing his eyes and turning to face you. "Hey, did you go upstairs last night?" He casually asked you. Your eyes subtly widened, and your heartrate started to quicken.

"Yeah, I went to go wash off my makeup," you shrugged, avoiding eye contact. Why was he asking?

"Then why didn't you?" He asked, furrowing his brow and letting out a chuckle as he motioned towards the smeared eyeliner on your eye lids and your crusty day-old mascara. "You look like a damn racoon."

Blood rushed to your cheeks, realizing you were going to have to think on your feet and lie, because after you'd gotten caught up in your little side quest with Chris, you completely forgot the main objective of going upstairs in the first place.

"Yeah, turns out I forgot my makeup wipes and my face wash at home," you shrugged, rolling your eyes at yourself and shooting a weak smile in his direction.

"You could've used my face wash," Matt narrowed his gaze at you. "Or Nick's."

"I just didn't feel right about using it without asking first," you lied, shrugging a shoulder and glancing over at Matt's face to see if he bought it.

"You're always welcome to our stuff. You know that," Matt said, giving you a skeptical look. You could feel the awkward tension growing between the two of you. You could tell that Matt could tell that you were hiding something.

"Why'd you ask?" You wondered out loud, taking control of the conversation. You tried to make your question sound as nonchalant as possible, trying to figure out what he already knew without seeming like you were trying to gather information.

"Well, I woke up last night, and you were gone. I stayed up for like twenty minutes before I fell back asleep, but you never came back down. I almost went upstairs looking for you, but I dozed off," Matt replied.

Your heart dropped at his words. The thought of him stumbling upon you and Chris and your intimate moment sent a rush of panic through you.

"So, why were you upstairs for that long? Were you alright?" Matt inquired with an almost concerned look on his face. You had to come up with something quickly that would either answer all his questions or keep him from asking them.

"God, Matt! I was having lady issues. Do you have to pry so hard?" You snapped back defensively, knowing he wouldn't want to press further. You threw the blanket off in annoyance as Matt mumbled an apology to you.

You almost felt bad for being snippy with him, but you didn't know any other way to handle the situation in the moment without incriminating yourself, so you doubled down. You got up with a huff and headed to the kitchen to join Nick.

"Coffee?" Nick offered, glancing over at you, already refilling his Keurig with water in anticipation that you were going to say yes. You weren't the type to ever turn down a cup of coffee.

"Sure, thanks," you accepted, giving him a warm smile. Nick grabbed you a french vanilla kcup and your favorite mug out of the cabinet and started brewing a cup for you.

You peered through the doorway that connected the kitchen to the laundry room as Chris pulled his sweater off over his head and tossed it into the wash with his bedding. His intense blue eyes met yours for just a moment, but his expression was completely unreadable.

You loved how mysterious he was, but you also hated it, and you especially hated how much you loved it. You were usually good at reading people, but Chris' mannerisms, his expressions, and his tone, all left you with more questions than answers.

He went back to loading up the washing machine, but he started subtly flexing, enjoying the attention you were giving him even if he was really good at acting like he didn't notice. You dropped your gaze to the way his pajama pants hung low on his hips, revealing the waistband of his black Calvin Klein underwear. Your eyes wandered to the bulge in his pants.

"Did you hear me?" Nick inquired, breaking you out of your dirty thoughts that you were entertaining about his brother.

"Huh?" You asked, not realizing he had been speaking to you or that you had been subconsciously holding your breath the whole time. Nick glanced at where you were looking and back at you, giving you a confused look as if he could tell what you were thinking.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about all the laundry I have to get done," you nervously responded, quickly pulling your gaze away from Chris' bulge.

"You're good," Nick replied. "I was just letting you know I'm leaving for my Space Camp meeting soon, and Matt's coming with me if he ever gets his ass up," Nick chuckled, looking over his shoulder into the living room where Matt still laying on the floor on his phone. You snorted at Nick's comment.

"You can come if you want, but it might be a little boring. You're also free to just hang out here as long as you don't mind being stuck here with Chris."

You shrugged, trying to act like you weren't dying to stay back. "I don't mind hanging out here," you told Nick, taking your cup of coffee from him once it was done brewing. Nick took his mug with him into the living room, saying something to Matt about him being the laziest person he's ever met.

You wandered over to the boys' fridge to get some milk for your coffee. You reached down and picked up the carton, and when you turned to close the fridge door, Chris' blue eyes met yours as he was preparing his own cup of coffee a few feet away.

He shook his head and let out a soft scoff. "Gonna stay and hang out here with me all day? Thought you had laundry to do," he joked, giving you a smirk to let you know that he'd noticed you checking him out.

Your palms began to sweat, nearly losing your grasp on the milk in your hand. You could hardly hear Nick and Matt arguing or the sound of the Keurig brewing over your heart hammering away. Chris leaned up against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he licked his lips.

"You better put your eyes back in your head before one of my brothers catches you staring at me like that," Chris warned you, reaching down the front of his underwear and adjusting his hardening cock. Your gaze followed his wandering hand for just a moment before you caught yourself staring.

You blushed, averting your eyes to the two boys in the other room. Matt was still laying on the floor, bickering back and forth with Nick about how long it would take him to get ready.

"I've already called the Uber. They're like ten minutes away!" Nick rolled his eyes, standing over Matt with one hand on his hip, and his other hand looped through the handle of his ceramic mug. "You think I can't get ready in ten minutes?" Matt scoffed, finally climbing to his feet.

You turned your attention back to Chris, who was taking a step towards you, your stomach fluttering as he got close to you, thinking for a moment that he might kiss you. "You gonna do something with it or just stand there?" He smirked, towering over you.

"Do something with it?" You reiterated, your breath growing shallow as you peered up into his perfect blue eyes. Was he asking you to..?

"The milk, you little pervert," he chuckled, looking down at the carton you still held in your trembling hand. He took it from you without waiting for you to answer. He poured a bit into his steaming hot coffee and turned back to you, handing you back the milk. He brought his mug to his lips and took a sip from it, holding eye contact with you. You'd never been so jealous of a cup of coffee before.

"I had fun last night," he said, finally addressing the elephant in the room, "but if you're hoping for another show, just know, the first one may have been free, but the next one's gonna cost ya." Chris winked, gently brushing past you as he walked off in the other direction, heading towards his room.

Your jaw dropped, and you peered back over your shoulder at Chris as he ascended the stairs, admiring his back muscles. You could hardly wait for Nick and Matt to leave to figure out exactly what Chris meant by that little comment.

A few minutes later, you said your goodbyes to Nick and Matt, wishing Nick luck with his brand deal and apologizing to Matt for snapping on him earlier.

You took a shower in the upstairs bathroom after they left, finally washing the old makeup from your face and letting the hot water run down your back. The whole time you stood under the shower head, rinsing the shampoo from your hair, your mind was swimming with thoughts of Chris, replaying last night's events and anticipating what today would be like now that the two of you had the house to yourselves.

You spent a little extra time in the shower, scrubbing yourself and shaving all your body hair, trying to convince yourself you weren't doing it in case Chris wanted to have sex with you, even though you knew you were.

Suddenly, you heard the bathroom door open and close, which startled you and caused you to knick your ankle with your razor. "Shit," you whispered, watching the bit of blood color the water before swirling down the drain.

"Gonna use up all the hot water before I can get a shower in, huh?" Chris snorted as you heard the sound of the faucet running.

"W-What are you doing in here?" You managed to get out, stumbling over your words.

"Using my bathroom," he scoffed as if it weren't the most obvious answer in the world.

"You can't just barge in here," you argued, peeking out from behind the shower curtain at the shirtless boy who was applying some toothpaste to his toothbrush.

"You mean, like you did to me last night?" Chris winked at you and started brushing his teeth. You pulled the curtain closed again with a huff and went back to shaving your legs.

A couple minutes later, you heard Chris spit into the sink, rinse off his toothbrush, and knock the excess water off of it. You thought he was just about to leave when you heard the toilet lid open and the sound of Chris emptying his bladder just a few feet from you.

"Ew, are you peeing in here right now!?" You exclaimed.

"Yeah? So?" He nonchalantly asked, shrugging.

"You're disgusting," you shot back, rolling your eyes.

"If I'm so disgusting, why do you want me so bad then?" He teased you. You couldn't even think of a witty comeback. Instead, you scoffed at him loudly and waited for him to flush before you shut off the water. At least he washes his hands, you thought as you heard the faucet running again.

"Can you hurry up?" You asked. "I'm done with my shower. I'm ready to get out now."

"Then get out," he responded. You poked your head out from behind the shower curtain and gave him an unamused look. "What? You got to see every inch of me last night." Chris leaned up against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your gaze flickered between him and your towel that was slung over the rack across the room. He smirked at you and reached for your towel, handing it to you. You snatched it out of his hand and started drying off behind the curtain. You wrapped the towel around your chest and stepped out onto the bath mat, your eyes meeting Chris'.

"Why are you still in here?" You retorted, glaring.

"Just waitin' for my turn to use the shower. Didn't expect ya to take all damn day," Chris sneered back. His gaze danced over you, eyeing you up and down as you wiped away the condensation on the mirror with your hand.

"You're bleeding," Chris observed. You glanced down at your ankle and the drop of blood that was slowly running down your skin. "Here, hop up on the counter," he told you, moving closer towards you, grabbing you by your waist and spinning you around.

He lifted you by your hips, propping you up on the ledge of the granite countertop, your heart skipping a beat. Your gaze met his for a moment. He reached around you to grab a bandaid out of the drawer and a tissue from the kleenex box beside you.

He kneeled down in front of you, wiping away the bit of blood that dripped down your the side of your foot and carefully placed a bandaid on your cut. His hand gently brushed over your freshly shaven leg as he stood back up.

"There," he softly cooed, both of his hands resting on the countertop and his face just inches from yours. "I'm gonna go take a shower. By the time I'm done, I want you completely naked on my bed, legs spread, touching yourself to your favorite kind of porn," he lowered his voice, searching your face for a reaction.

Your heart pounded in your ears, your eyes widened, and you could feel your cheeks flush as he spoke. You turned your head away, avoiding eye contact. "You hear me?" He wondered aloud, tipping your chin up to face him again. "You got to watch me last night. Now it's my turn to watch you." His intense blue eyes bore into yours.

Your breath was caught in your throat. Any boldness you had the night before was completely diminished when he spoke to you like that, his body draping over yours as you sat there in your towel. All you could do was nod.

Chris took a step back, dropping his bottoms with a smirk. You glanced down almost as a reflex but quickly turned away to leave the room. You heard the shower kick on behind you.

You walked down the hall, completely embarrassed by what Chris had asked you to do - and admittedly, a little turned on by it at the same time. When you walked into Chris' room, you noticed a vanilla-scented candle lit on his bedside table next to his lamp.

Your eyes wandered to the new, fresh sheet he had on his bed. You finished drying off, letting your towel drop to the floor. You laid on the clean linen, propping yourself up against his headboard with a soft pillow behind you. You nervously bit down on your lip, preparing to do what Chris had told you he wanted you to be doing when he walked in.

Your palms started sweating, and your face grew hot. You opened your phone, scrolling through some porn when a lesbian video caught your eye. You clicked on it, your stare locked onto the two women and the way they started kissing and undressing each other.

Your hand wandered south, your fingers drawing closer to your heat as the scene played out in front of you. After the two of them made out for a few minutes, the video started to get even more steamy. Their hands roamed each other's bodies and their mouths, too.

You watched as one woman started sucking on the other woman's neck, slowly moving down to her collarbone and then to her breast. She took the woman's nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She trailed kisses down her stomach, parting her thighs, and started gently licking her between her legs.

A soft moan unfurled from your lips as you started gently rubbing your clit in circles. You were so enthralled with the hot scene and how good your hand felt that you nearly forgot you were in Chris' bed or that he could walk in on you any minute.

You started going at it faster now, your breath quickening and your fingers making tighter, more fervent circles as you listened to the heavenly sounds the girl made while she was being eaten out. That's when Chris appeared in the doorway, leaning up against the doorframe with his towel hung loosely around his hips as he watched in awe.

You didn't notice him yet, too caught up in what you were doing, your body squirming beneath your own touch. His voice startled you when he finally spoke. "Look at you," he quietly said, smirking, his gaze fixed on you. He stepped forward, running his fingers through his damp hair, a few water droplets rolling down his chest.

He approached the side of the bed and gently brushed the back of his hand against your flushed cheek. "What do we have here?" He inquired, peeking over at your phone screen and raising an eyebrow at what he saw. You immediately grew self-conscious and started to close your legs. "Ah, ah, ah," Chris cooed, "keep 'em open."

He gently wedged your knees apart again with his strong hands, his eyes dancing over your breasts and your glistening pussy that you continued to toy with. "You're watchin' girls, huh?" He sweetly asked, his voice laced with a hint of jealousy.

You bit down on your lip and nodded, still drawing lazy, slow circles on your clit. "What do you like about girls?" He asked, brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face as he watched the video alongside you.

"They're soft and sensual, and they just know what they're doing more than boys do," you admitted, your eyes still fixed on your phone screen and the way the two girls were interacting with one another.

"They know what they're doing more than boys do, hmm?" Chris repeatedly you, sounding skeptical. "You really believe that?" You nodded, your eyes flickering up at his. He let out a low chuckle.

"We'll see about that," he smirked, taking your phone from you, shutting off the screen, and tossing it to the side. "C'mon. I'm your entertainment now. Let's put that mouth of yours to good use, hmm?" Chris softly purred, dropping his towel.

His hard cock sprung out at eye-level with you, and he gently placed his palm on the back of your head, his fingers combing through your locks. He gripped you by the underside of your hair, guiding you towards his swollen tip. He pressed it up against your full lips, watching it slowly disappear behind them.

He let out a relieved sigh, a smile curling on his lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, too nervous to look directly at him. He softly chuckled at your timid nature.

"C'mon. Look at me, pretty girl. Don't get all shy on me," he softly whispered, coaxing you to meet his gaze with yours. "That's it," he hissed as you slowly peered up at him, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes. He looked like a God, standing over you, his perfect skin glistening from his shower.

You softly moaned around his length, the vibration causing him to twitch in your mouth and involuntarily tighten the grip on your head. He watched you through heavy lidded eyes, his jaw dropping as you took him further.

He reveled in the sight of you looking up at him with his cock buried behind your soft, wet lips. "Good fuckin' girl," he rasped, gently rocking his hips forward, taking in the view.

His gaze travelled between your legs, admiring the way your fingers traced your clit. "Fuck, you look so good like this," Chris hoarsely whispered. "Wonder what Matt and Nick would think if they knew I had you like this right now," he smirked, his words causing you to clench around nothing.

You hummed around his perfect cock, feeling it spasm against your lips. He tipped his head back for a moment, his blue eyes rolling back as a few pleasured sounds poured from him. You could feel him throbbing as your tongue traced every vein.

You could tell he was already close, and it took every ounce of willpower for him to hold his hips still. He grabbed you by your hair and slowly pulled you off of him. "Fuck," he whispered, his cock twitching at the loss of contact.

He brought his attention back to the way your hand was moving fervently between your legs. He slowly paced over towards the foot of the bed to get a better view of you touching yourself for him. "So wet, aren't you?" He purred, slowly lowering his head between your thighs. Your heart raced, anticipating his next move.

"Put your fingers inside," Chris ordered you, his hot breath hitting your cunt as he spoke, causing your toes to curl. "You heard me. Put them inside," he repeated. You nodded, taking two of your fingers, placing them at your entrance, and slowly pushing them in. A soft whimper escaped your lips as your knuckles disappeared into your hole. "Fuck yeah. That's it. Now fuck yourself with them. Hard."

You did as he said, pistoning your fingers in and out of your pussy, the wet, languid sounds filling the room. Your breath grew ragged and your moans grew louder. Chris licked his lips, his gaze fixed on your glistening cunt.

"Stop," he said suddenly. You halted your movements, giving him an inquisitive look as you slowly removed your fingers. He hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling your heat closer to his face. He placed his strong hands on the back of your legs, pinning your knees to your chest and nearly folding you in half.

Without warning, he started slowly and seductively tracing your folds with his tongue. You pinched your eyebrows together, screwing your eyes shut and letting your head fall back against his soft pillow. "Oh, no you don't. Eyes on me," he ordered you.

You peered down at him with a glazed over expression, eager to do whatever he said even if it was out of your comfort zone. You watched his tongue slither out from behind his lips once more, and he started flicking it against your clit. "Oh!" You whimpered, your body jolting at the sensation.

He chuckled against your heat, watching you writhe around. He closed his lips down around your sensitive bud, alternating between tenderly suckling on it and licking it. He rolled his soft and velvety tongue against you, your wetness starting to drip down his chin.

"Chris.." you squealed. He hummed against you, vibrations reverberating through your whole body. You kept your eyes fixed on him the whole time, his blue eyes that were staring into your soul and his quick tongue that were just about to fall apart on. He pulled away just before you could.

You let out a disappointed sigh, your climax ripped out from under you before you could reach the point of no return.

You watched Chris position his length at your entrance. Your eyes and your mouth widened as he started slowly dragging his pink tip up and down your folds, teasing your slit. He shot you a smirk as he finally sunk it in, ripping a few satisfied sounds from your core.

Your walls enveloped him, accepting him and sucking him in as he pushed a bit deeper. A guttural sound left his lips as you stretched around his throbbing member. "God, your pussy is perfect," he purred, slowly rolling his hips back and forth. "Takin' me like a good girl, aren't you?" He grabbed your left leg and slung your ankle over his shoulder to get a deeper stroke.

"Oh, my god," you sharply gasped, feeling his tip kissing your cervix over and over again. It wasn't just his size, but the way he fucked - the way he stirred his hips into you, the way he angled himself inside of you, and the way his thrusts were sensual and slow but incredibly powerful nonetheless.

"Feel that? You like that?" He seductively asked you, his fingertips gliding over your thigh as he pushed into you once more.

"Yes! Right there," you moaned, not worrying about your volume, considering the two of you had the house to yourselves. Each restrained movement he made drove you crazy. You knew he was holding back - taunting you. You grasped for Chris' soft sheets beneath you, desperate for something to anchor you.

Chris bent your knee and pressed it into your chest as he burrowed himself deeper, using all his body weight with each skillful plunge. "So fuckin' pretty when you're about to fall apart on my cock," he told you through his breathlessness, tenderly placing a hand on your face as he pressed his forehead to yours.

You could feel your cheek grow warm under his touch. You giggled, breaking eye contact and turning away. "C'mon, eyes right here. I wanna see your pretty face when you finish on me," Chris whispered, tilting your chin to face him again.

As if there were a magnet drawing you each closer to one another, the space between your lips and his started to close in on itself. He moaned into your mouth, his breath mixing with yours. The sloppy sound of you two kissing filled the room, complimented by skin slapping against skin as Chris sped up his thrusts.

Chris broke away from the kiss, feeling you start to tremble beneath him. "That's it. C'mon," he cooed, his gaze locked onto your blissed out expression. You could feel the knot forming in your core, threatening to snap any second now. "Be a good girl and finish for me," he grunted, his own finish line approaching.

"Chris.." His name slipped from your lips as more of a breathy whisper. You came unraveled, your pussy pulsating around him, moans and profanities streaming from your throat as your climax was ripped from you.

Chris continued bucking his hips forward at an unwavering pace, his fingertips digging into the top of your thigh. He fucked you steadily through your orgasm and the aftershocks, chasing his own. He stared down at the complete mess you were beneath him, admiring how beautiful you looked right after finishing.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned you, his facial expression saturated with lust and pleasure, his eyebrows pinched together and his eyes locked on yours. You could feel him starting to twitch inside of you, teetering on the point of no return.

He pulled out at the last second, ropes of cum squirting onto your lower stomach and your pussy. He let out a satisfied sigh before collapsing beside you, his cheeks flushed and sweat dropping down the sides of his face. He turned to face you, a smile spread across his lip, still clearly out of breath but trying to muster up enough strength to tease you one last time.

"So. Do I do it better than girls do?" Chris chuckled, grabbing a towel and cleaning the evidence of what he's just done to you off of your skin. You blushed, your chest rising and falling as you stared up at the ceiling.

"Better than the ones I've been with, yeah," you admitted breathlessly.

"What about the other guys you've been with?" Chris asked, narrowing his gaze.

"Okay, fine. Yeah, better than them, too. Happy?" You shot back, rolling your eyes and trying to hold back a smirk.

Chris climbed to his feet, unable to control the fact that your comment went straight to his head. "That's what I thought," he responded, wandering over to his closet to grab a change of clothes.

"You know, I would have liked more foreplay, though," you admitted.

"More foreplay, huh?" He asked, glancing back at you and giving you a lustful grin. "Noted. I'll do that next time."

Your heart fluttered at the promise of a next time.

You threw your legs over the side of his bed, glancing down at the wet spot the two of you left behind on the bed. You blushed, reaching for your towel and draping it around your body as you started to head out of the room. "I'm gonna go change," you told Chris.

"Good luck," he mumbled.

You glanced over your shoulder, giving him a suspicious look as you stepped out into the hallway. You walked a few doors down and entered Nick's room, pausing when you saw that your bag was left unzipped. You made your way over, kneeled on the carpet, and started rifling through its contents in search of your change of clothes.

Of course, Chris was messing with you. You just knew he had something to do with this.

"Chris!" You shouted, getting up from the ground and heading towards the bathroom. You peeked in there for the outfit you'd worn the night before, which, of course, was also missing.

"Chris!" You exclaimed again after he didn't answer the first time. You marched down the hall and back into his bedroom. "What did you do with my clothes?" You asked accusingly, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Why do you assume I have them?" He snorted from his gaming chair, his headset already on. "Because they're not where I left them, and you're the only other person here," you retorted, your eyes rolling in annoyance.

"Guess you'd better start looking for them because all you have to wear is that towel until you find them," he smirked, glancing up at you from his laptop.

"Ugh!" You stomped, growing impatient. "I'm serious. Where are they, Chris?" You hissed.

"I'm serious - you'd better start lookin' for them, because I'm not tellin'. You're gonna walk around in that little towel of yours until you find them," he repeated, giving you a sharp look.

He had done this on purpose - hidden your clothes throughout the house. He wanted you like this. He wanted you vulnerable and desperate, in nothing but a flimsy towel while you took part in his little demented scavenger hunt.

The only saving grace was that the house was much warmer than it was when you'd first gotten up, so being in a towel wasn't completely uncomfortable despite how exposed you felt. You rolled your eyes one last time before you left the room again.

You shuffled downstairs, rifling through the pantry for something to eat while you silently asked yourself, if you were Chris, where would you hide someone's clothes? You made yourself another cup of coffee, holding your towel closed with one hand.

You figured you'd either find them or he'd give them back to you before his brothers got home. Surely, he wouldn't leave you stranded in a towel for Nick and Matt to come home to - right?

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