#ᯓ꒰anon꒱

[sturnioz]

wait pls blurb of bun grinding on chris’ lap when she’s on her period. i do it with my bf 10/10 honestly

your face scrunches up, focussing on the gentle roll of your hips over the bulge in chris’ boxers, trying your best to relieve the cramps that settle in the pit of your tummy.

chris leans back against his headboard, one hand holding a joint between his fingers while the other hand rests on your plump bottom, squeezing the covered flesh as he bucks up against your panty-clad pussy.

the friction against your sensitive clit sends jolts of pleasure through you, momentarily distracting you from the subtle agony of your cramps—muffled moans escaping your lips as you ground your hips faster.

“there we go…” chris drawls, taking a hit of his joint as he watches you move through hooded lids, his lips curling into a smirk as smoke blows out in long tendrils. “feels good, yeah? none of that whinin’ ‘n complainin’ anymore. all you needed was to rub that greedy pussy against me—”

“stop…” you whine softly, your cheeks burning in embarrassment at his words as your head drops down, lips parting with a gasp as you watch yourself roll against him—seeing his cock strain in his boxers, the tip nudging against your clit with each movement.

“stop?” chris hums as he immediately grabs your ass in a tight grip, stopping all movements. your eyes widen as they flit up to meet his gaze, filled with desperation and need. “want to stop, bun?”

“n-no.. no—that’s not what i meant!” you ramble, your hands gliding up his chest to grab at his shirt, fisting the material as you shake your head repeatedly. “please.. please let me move.”

“say it again, bun,” chris smirks, putting his joint in a ashtray resting on his bedside table before his other hand grabs your hip, pressing his thumb to your flesh. “beg me.”

divider credits. @issysh3ll

[sturnioz]

i feel like chris gets almost taken aback when bun is the one initiating heavy…

like i can just picture her a little tipsy bc kitty said she deserved the break for acing her finals or something and she’s giving chris the eyes and he’s like tf…. but he just lets her go to see what the hell she does and she’s like caressing him every chance she gets and he’ll catch her squeezing her thighs or rubbing her legs tg when he glares at her for touching him…..

like she wants him BAAAAAAAAD and for once he doesn’t know what to do w all of that so when they’re finally in bed he cums way faster than normal bc she’s not being shy at all for once… like it’s her who is grabbing his hand n bringing it over her panties so he can feel how warm and wet she is for him and he’s all like “shit, bun…” immediately hard as a rock

she’s whining and softly touching herself while he’s taking his clothes off bc she’s so impatient n he can’t believe this is the same shy girl he’s been fucking for all these weeks/months .. WHEW give it to me now !

oh ok. oh.

chris is in his own world as he does his usual business for the night: sliding pills of varying colours into waiting hands, passing pre-rolls, and thumbing through dollar bills. he counts silently, each number ticking off in his hand, making sure he's been paid in full.

he's already in a foul mood, so the thought of possibility being underpaid might actually make him crash out.

he doesn't even notice you at first. not until you flop down beside him, the movement jarring enough to grab a little bit of his attention.

but his body stiffens when he feels your chin brush against his shoulder, and he leans back sharply, narrowing his eyes as he takes in your expression—lips parted in a sluggish smile, and that obvious tipsy glaze in your eyes.

chris opens his mouth to speak, ready to lay into you and snap at you for drinking too much (and for accepting kitty's drinks), but he stops himself, his brows knitting together as he notices the way you're looking at him.

your eyes are half-lidded and glossy, wispy lashes flattering as if you're fighting to keep them open. a quiet giggle escapes your lips as your hand drifts to rest on his thigh, and it lingers there, warm and heavy, before your fingers squeeze gently.

chris grunts, low and annoyed, his jaw tightening. he glares down at your hand, then back up to meet your eyes, but he doesn't push you away.

not yet.

you don't seem to care or notice, which is rare for chris to witness, and you inch closer, your body tilting toward him as you continue to squeeze his thigh.

you're too close—too fucking close for him and he hates it.

and yet, he still doesn't stop you.

maybe it's his curiosity preventing him from doing so. maybe it's because he's never seen you like this before, so needy with your touches, and he even catches the way you rub your thighs together as he continues glaring at you for touching him. (are you liking him glare at you? what the fuck?)

whatever it is, he stays still, his body tense and his glare unwavering, watching you carefully is if waiting for you to cross some line for him to shut you down and put you in your place.

chris doesn't really know what to make of all of this, and that alone is enough to piss him off.

it when the party is over and you're both finally alone in his room that he's about to snap, to scold you for real this time for being all touchy feeling with him unprovoked, but the words get caught in the back of his throat as he hears you whine and grab his hand.

he goes to yank himself out of your grip until you guide his hand beneath your skirt to press over your panties, and fuck, he feels it—how warm and wet the fabric is, sticky with your arousal.

his jaw is locked, and he watches with wide eyes as you mewl drunkenly, rolling your hips over his hand with a slur of his name, needy and desperate.

"shit, bun..." chris murmurs softly, completely taken aback, and he feels his cock chub up in his jeans, straining so painfully against the material that he needs to take them off.

he's already yanking your underwear down and throwing you on the bed ready for him, and he takes off his clothing, piece by piece, fumbling with the button on his jeans as he catches you touching yourself—slipping your fingers through your glistening puffy folds to circle your hole, grinding your clit against your palm.

"what the fuck..." he can't help but curse at the sight, struggling to believe that this is the shy girl he's been fucking all this time.

he's used to that shy girl—the one that gets too shy and whiney to part her legs for him to shove his head in between for a taste, the one that struggles to meet his eyes sometimes unless he demands for it, the one that always waits for him to make the first move to initiate sex.

for the first time in a long time, chris is embarrassed.

not because of the way you're reacting, no, despite being confused as fuck, he finds it a little hot, seeing you being so desperate and in need of him without him having to make you use your words.

it's because of his performance.

he's always prided himself in holding back, and even when he does cum fast, it's always at a reasonable time.

but to slip his cock inside of you, to bury himself to the hilt of your gushing cunt from behind and to hear the squelch between your thighs along with the noises you make, and the way you rut yourself back against him, he cums.

so quick.

so fast.

filling you up with long, rapid spurts.

chris stills above you, his eyes comically wide, his fingers twisting in the pillows as his gaze drifts down your back to your ass that ripples against him with your own needy thrusts, completely unknowing, too lost in your own desperate need.

he sees the creamy rings forming around his base, his own cum dripping down his balls and making a mess on the sheets below.

what. the. fuck.

divider credits. @issysh3ll

[sturnioz]

fratboy!chris having an explicit polaroid photo of shy!reader without her face in it (just her ass in a thong or something) in his wallet and it falls out when he’s going to count money or something and she sees it and forgets that it’s her so she gets all pouty about it and he’s like “that’s literally fuckin you kid - in those pretty black panties that i bought you? from that night you were begging f’me to keep going until you couldn’t even speak? yeaaaaaaah - that’s you”

you're exhausted, your eyelids heavy from the frat party that just wrapped up, the sounds of laughter and thumping music still ringing in your ears.

as the last stragglers begin to drunkenly shuffle out the door, you find yourself slumping against chris' side, your cheek pressed to his shoulder, barely keeping your eyes open as you tiredly blink, watching him count his money.

his eyebrows furrow tightly, his tongue poking out between his lips in concentration — the rustling of cash filling the air, mingling with the sounds of frat brothers dragging their feet across creaky floorboards. some collect empty beer bottles and scattered plastic cups that litter the ground, while others grumble and moan about going to bed, opting to clean up the mess in the morning.

you bring your tired gaze back to chris' hands when you feel him shift. he reaches into his jeans, pulling out his wallet to shove the crumpled dollar bills inside, but suddenly, something slips out and flutters to the floor, catching your attention.

your head lifts off his shoulder, feeling a lot more awake now as you lean down to inspect the polaroid picture that has fallen. your heart sinks as you see the image — a picture of a woman's ass, clad in a black lacy thong.

the sight makes your stomach twist and a frown spreads across your face, instinctively creating a distance between you, shifting away from him.

chris' head turns at your sudden movement, his eyebrow raising as he bends to retrieve the polaroid. "why you givin' me that face?"

"why do you have something like that?" the words escape your lips before you can stop them, and you hate how hurt your voice sounds.

the sight of him holding a picture like that in his wallet twists something deep inside you. who is she? is she someone you know? someone you don't know? why is that in his wallet?

so many questions flood your mind, and you feel your throat tighten as chris suddenly snorts, giving you an incredulous look.

"that... that's literally fuckin' you, kid. are you dumb?" chris tells you, and you immediately recoil, shock washes over you, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "i bought you these fuckin' panties — made you wear 'em the other night when you were beggin' f'me, remember?"

heat rushes to your face as the realisation sinks in, a mix of embarrassment and shyness flooding through your system, causing you to turn away from him to stare at the ground, unable to meet his gaze.

"yeaaaaaah... you remember," his knuckles knock lightly against your warm cheek, a touch that intensifies your flustered state. "that's you."

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ok you def don’t have to answer or go along with this idea but… imagine like bun and kitty and whoever are all having a convo about faking orgasms and chris is there not really contributing just barely listening and kitty asks bun if she’s ever faked one and she just kinda timidly shrugs and tries to change the topic. well that catches his attention and later when they’re alone chris asks if she’s ever faked with him and she just sorta shrugs again. then he makes it his mission to make her cum as many times as possible.

"i faked it, like, once or twice," you hear bee admit to kitty one morning, her voice cutting through the quietness of the kitchen. you glance up from your cereal bowl, spoon halfway to your mouth, blinking at them both with little curiosity as bee continues. "sometimes i can't be bothered, y'know? like, just wrap it up already."

kitty lets out a soft laugh, her fingers curled around a steaming mug of coffee. she takes a sip before she nods in agreement. "it takes me longer to finish, and sometimes matt knows what he's doing but other times? i just need it to be over 'cos i'm not getting anything out of it."

you remain quiet as you watch them, slowly chewing on your cereal, unsure if you should talk or not. the thought of talking about your own sexual experiences makes your cheeks feel hot, and you don't really want to embarrass yourself so early in the morning.

kitty notices your silence, and she raises an eyebrow at you. "what about you, bun? ever faked it?"

the question aimed at you catches you completely off guard, and you almost choke on your cereal. you quickly swallow as your eyes dart toward chris, who's lounging on the couch in the living room.

"uh..." you stammer, struggling to find your words. instead, you opt for the safest response possible—a slow and noncommittal shrug.

kitty grins over the rim of her mug, "is that a yes, or a no?"

your cheeks burn hotter, and you quickly drop your gaze back to your cereal bowl, stirring the milk absently. desperate to change the subject, you quickly ask, "a-are you, um... are you both doing anything later? are you still going to the store?"

"OH!" bee gasps dramatically, smacking her palm against the counter as if you've just reminded her of something. she digs into the pocket of nate's oversized hoodie, pulling out her phone and unlocking it with rapid taps as she rambles about the list of things she needs to get that's in her notes app.

the weight on your chest lifts as the conversations shifts, grateful the attention is no longer on you. kitty joins bee in a discussion about running errands, and you take the opportunity to sneak a quick, cautious glance toward chris.

he's sitting sitting on the couch, manspreading, his face buried in his phone as he scrolls mindlessly. relief washes over you in waves, thankful that he wasn't listening in.

or so you think.

it's when you're in his room, rummaging through clothes in search for something to wear to join kitty and bee on their day, you hear the door click shut behind you.

you glance over your shoulder to see chris leaning against the doorframe, his eyes trained on you. he doesn't say anything at first, he just tosses his lighter onto the desk with a dull thud.

searching for something to wear to join kitty and bee on their day out, that you hear chris walk in, his eyes trained on you as he closes the door behind himself.

"have you?" he finally asks.

your brows knit together as you turn to face him fully, blinking in innocent confusion. "have i what?"

"faked it, kid."

the question hits you like a slap, and your face heats up instantly as the realisation sets in. when you thought he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings... he did hear.

your lips part as you try to come up with something—anything to say—but all that comes out is a jumble of stuttered words that make absolutely no sense. completely incoherent.

finally, you resort to the same answer you gave before—a slow shrug of your shoulders.

chris huffs out a short, dry laugh, shaking his head as he presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek. his jaw tightens as he keeps his eyes on you, his sharp gaze making pulse quicken.

"right," he mutters, his voice low and unreadable.

it all happens so fast—one moment you’re being stared at, and the next you're pressed against the bed with a sticky mess between your thighs.

you're gripping the bedsheets tightly between trembling fingers, a choked squeal leaving your drooling lips as his hips smack harshly against your ass he he fucks into you brutally, giving you what seems to be your third or fourth or fifth orgasm.

honestly, you have no idea. you've lost count.

"c-chris! mmph—i ca—ah!!" you're unable to form a coherent sentence, your body bouncing against the bed with each thrust, your thighs flailing as his grip on your hips tighten, pulling you back repeatedly against him, driving his cock further into your snug warmth.

"shruggin' your shoulders," he scoffs to himself with a shake of his head, clicking his tongue against his teeth as one of his hand dips around the front of your body, pressing his thumb against your sore, swollen clit. "y'funny if you think you can fake shit with me, bun."

divider credits. @issysh3ll

[sturnioz]

so what about chris edging bun or like..bun accidentally edging chris because everybodys home and shes scared of getting caught so she’ll just stop right before he cums and he gets all pissed off.

you're whining softly, your eyebrows furrowed as you roll your hips down on chris' cock, your hands splayed across his chest and gripping the shirt he's forgotten to take off to ground yourself, the pleasure building up in your tummy with each deep stroke against your slick walls.

chris grunts below you, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth with his head on his pillow, hands firmly on your ass to grab at the plush flesh, his muscles bulging in his shirt as he pulls you, controlling your movements as you meekly ride him — even though he feels his balls draw up tight, his cock pulsing as he nears closer and closer and...

but you stop again, heart thumping rapidly in your chest as you peer over your shoulder with wide, anxious eyes, hearing voices outside the door as the frat brothers roam the hallways—talking among themselves and laughing.

"bun," chris hisses through his teeth, and you quickly turn your head back around to look at him, blinking down at him as he looks at you through his lashes, glaring, his jaw tense and nostrils flaring. "what—what you doin' huh? what are you doin'? you tryin' to make me pissed off? 'cos it's fuckin' workin'."

"i'm... they might hear, and—"

"i don't care, kid. m'tryin' to fuckin' nut, like—" you let out a surprised yelp when chris grabs your arm and yanks you down, your face shoved into his neck as he adjusts his grip on you, planting his feet on the bed to fuck up into your pussy, causing you to squeal loudly in his ears, completely forgetting about the others in the house.

divider credits. @issysh3ll

[sturnioz]

shy!reader saying shes gonna ride fratboy!matt and he thinks his dick but really she js rides his face 🫣🫣🫣

oh god oh god oh yum. note. dont forget this written piece is in the fratboy!matt x shy!reader universe. completely separate !!

"i wanna ride you.." is what you shyly whisper in matt's ear, clinging to his arm as you both lay in bed. your chin is resting on his shoulder, and you're blinking up at him with wispy lashes — a silent plea.

matt raises his eyebrow as he processes your words, and a grin spreads across his face as his hand moves from your waist to his lap, patting his thigh invitingly as he clearly assumes you mean to straddle him and sit on his cock.

your face heats up, your heart pounding at the misinterpretation as you mumble embarrassingly, "not.. not like that. i meant your face.."

it mortifies you how silly you must sound, especially when matt just blinks at you for a moment before he hums, his tongue rolling across his cheek. he shuffles further down the bed without a word, laying on his back with his head propped against the pillow, his eyes staring up at the ceiling before they flit to you.

"c'mon then, bun. hop on."

your cheeks continue to heat up as you awkwardly pull your panties down your legs, laying the dampened material to the side as you hesitantly straddle his chest, moving upwards to position yourself over his mouth.

matt's arms curl around your thighs as you slowly settle down on his face, a gasp fleeting past your lips when you feel his warm breath against your slick folds.

with a shaky exhale, you begin to rock your hips, grinding your pussy against matt's mouth as he parts his lips, allowing your clit to brush against his tongue.

you moan quietly at the feeling, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure even as the embarrassment still lingers within, especially when you meet his gaze from between your thighs — but you start to forget when you feel his tongue flick repeatedly at your clit.

"good girl, bun. keep ridin' like that," you hear him murmur his muffled praises, and you mewl in response, keeping the same steady pace of your hips as matt's arms tighten around you, your inner walls clenching around nothing as you ground your pussy against his working mouth.

your head falls back, another moan slipping as your trembling hands reach down to tangle your fingers in matt's hair, holding him in place and he groans softly, his hands sliding up to cup your ass, squeezing the skin as he pulls you even harder against his face.

"m-matt.." you cry out, your thighs trembling as the pressure builds inside.

"i know, bun. i know.." matt croons, alternating between kisses and kitten licks to your sensitive skin, teetering closer and closer to your pending orgasm. "cum on my face, bun. wanna taste my sweet girl."

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Maybe I’m crazy but I feel like fratboy!Chris would make shy!reader talk about her day while he fucks her, amused by how much she struggles to keep her thoughts in line

"right, right... 'n then what happened? huh?" chris' hands push at your thighs, spreading them apart further as he thrusts his hips forward, grinding himself against you in a way that makes you gasp loudly when you feel his cock press deeper inside. "tell me."

"i uh, i... i.." you struggle to form a coherent sentence, panting between moans as your hands fist at the sheets, head thrown back against the pillows. "ah.. i... i just.."

your mind is a jumbled mess, unable to focus on what had happened throughout the day as you squirm beneath him, your body jolting with each thrust of his hips. it's hard to conjure up words, especially when you feel his cock slide repeatedly between your gummy walls.

chris grins down at you, tilting his head to the side condescendingly as he sees you struggle, "c'mon. use y'words."

he angles his hips, grinding his pelvis against yours, rubbing against your clit as the tip of his cock hits that spot deep within that causes your legs to tremble and you whine loudly.

"i uh.. i-i stu-studied.." you manage to stammer out, your voice high-pitched and breathless, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.

"and?" chris prompts, pulling back almost all the way before slamming back in, and a cry tumbles from your lips, your back arching off the bed as the pleasure zips down your spine.

"i.. i don't remember," you whimper, tossing your head side-to-side on the pillow as chris fucks into you, the sounds of your pussy squelching around his cock with each thrust echoes in your ears.

"yeah you do," chris laughs as your walls flutter around him involuntarily, squeezing him. "c'mon... supposed t'be fuckin' smart, kid — now look at you... droolin' over some dick, fuckin' dumb in the head."

you mewl pathetically, "chris..."

"m'not stoppin'," he drawls as his hand slides from your thigh to your sensitive clit, his thumb rubbing slow circles and you writher, choking on your moans. "gonna... gonna keep goin' until you finish tellin' me all about your day. m'feelin' generous."

[sturnioz]

bun cumming harder when fb!chris wraps his hand around her throat and he gets all cocky about it.... 😵‍💫

you're embarrassed by the noises you're making; the desperate whines and mewls that leave your lips blending in with the lewd slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh as chris pounds into you from above, his grip tight on your hips to fuck into you harder—and faster.

your pussy squeezes around his cock that bullies your cervix, and you struggle to keep your dazed, glassy eyes open, your mouth falling slack when he wets his thumb with his tongue to rub your clit in circular motions.

"s'too... chriiiis..." you wail pathetically, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your arch your back, breathing laboured. "i can't.. i can't—ah.. ah!"

chris grips the back of your legs to pull your body down the bed closer to him, and the new angle allows his cock to slide deeper into your gummy walls, causing you to wail louder as you feel that knot in your stomach tighten.

you're on the verge of cumming, but you're taken aback when you feel chris' hand slide up your body, his fingers wrapping around your neck. you gasp for a moment, choke, and your head spins dizzily before the added pressure on your throat seems to intensify everything around you.

your body convulses, and clear liquid gushes from your spasming cunt as you cum around his cock with a choked cry of his name, soaking the sheets beneath you, and overwhelming tears spilling down your cheeks as your hips buck.

"fuuuuck, would y'look at that..." chris hisses through his teeth, his dark eyes flitting down to where your bodies are joined, burying himself to the hilt inside your fluttering walls. "shit. you like bein' choked, bun? huh? think this is the hardest you've fuckin' squirting f'me... all 'cos i wrapped my fingers around your throat. you like that?"

you're unable to form a coherent sentence, stuck by the mind-numbing pleasure that zaps through your veins, your body trembling. air creeps back into your lungs when chris loosens his grip on your neck, and you whine when he pats your hot cheek condescendingly.

"back t'me, kid, c'mon," he says, giving your cheek another tap, and you can just make out the cocky smirk spreading across his lips through your blurred vision. "hm... gonna have to do this more often if it makes you this fuckin' gone."

divider credits. @issysh3ll

[sturnioz]

shy!reader squirting on fratboy!chris face for the 1st time

you can feel the pressure build up in the pit of your belly, high-pitched moans leaving your lips as your chest rises and falls with heavy pants, head thrown back against the pillow. chris is between your legs, lips suckling at your clit messily with two fingers dipped inside your dripping pussy.

the wet, squelching sound coming from you has you heating with embarrassment, throwing an arm over your face as your hips pathetically rut against his face and hand, unable to stop your body from chasing the feeling.

chris grins against your pussy, the pace of his fingers increasing and you wail loudly, hips raising off the bed, legs trembling as the pressure if your belly becomes too much, and you can feel the unfamiliar liquid squirt out of you in waves.

chris groans loudly, his chest rumbling as he continues pumping in his fingers in and out of your sensitive cunt, still mouthing at your clit as you moan his name repeatedly, eyes squeezing shut as you drench his hand and mouth.

"chris!!" you cry out, body thrashing against the wet sheets. "s'too much!!! too much!!"

chris hums softly and pulls his fingers out from your pussy, sucking on them greedily as he climbs up your body. you can see his flushed cheeks, his mouth and chin glistening with your arousal and your own face gets hot, averting your gaze away from him and turning you head — only for him to grip your chin and bring your attention back to him.

"don't look away from me," chris drawls, tutting as he gently pats your cheek. "not when y'made a pretty little mess on m'face."

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Bun whining until fb!chris holds her hand while fucking her silly 🫣

(can not get this though out of my head)

chris looms over you, his grip tight on your hips as heavy grunts leave his lips, pounding into you against his bed, his cock spearing deep into your puffy folds and stretching out your walls.

you let out a string of moans and whimpers, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull and back arching as you feel every inch of him fill your guts, drool trickling down your chin as your mouth remains stuck open.

the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your high-pitched wails as chris pistons in and out of you, his hands tightening their grip on your hips to use as leverage, sending a shiver up your spine.

sweat glistens on chris' skin as he drives himself deeper inside you, hitting your cervix with each stroke, the squelching being made making your cheeks burn, and you whine at how easy it is for him to slide in and out of your pussy due to how wet you feel.

you inner walls squeeze around him, your tits bouncing with each thrust and you gasp when chris leans down to capture your nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping as he continues to pound into you.

your hands flail helplessly, unsure how to touch chris or yourself in the midst of the overwhelming sensations you're experiencing. but before you can even think, chris pins your wrists beside your head, pressing them firmly against the pillow and sliding his palm against yours, lacing his fingers through your own and gripping tightly as he continues to suck and nibble at your nipple, swirling and flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub.

your whines slowly morph into airy moans, turning breathy and needy as your body arches into his touch, your lashes fluttering against your cheek as you squeeze his hand, unable to keep your eyes open.

"ah... ah... chri—chris..." you mewl quietly, your hips bucking to meet his thrusts. "i can't.. i can't ah.. ah—"

"shhh," chris growls lowly around your nipple, his eyes flitting up to meet your watery ones, the ache between your thighs intensifying as he continues his relentless pace, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. "just take it, bun."

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© STURNIOZ

[sturnioz]

fratboy!chris who lazily fingers shy!reader because he’s sick of her rolling in the bed whenever she can’t sleep lowkey whispering in her ear how annoying she is when she gets needy

"will you stop fuckin' movin'?" chris grumbles from his side of the bed tiredly, feeling you shift restlessly beside him, unable to calm your racing thoughts and settle into sleep as you had intended.

a frown tugs at your lips, and you murmur a quiet apology, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in your cheeks as chris buries his head deeper into the pillows, his bare back rising and falling calmly with each breath.

stealing a glance at him, you take in the softness of his features as he tries to drift back to sleep; stands of curly hair falls across his forehead, framing his face, while his lips rest in a slight pout — lips that make your heart race with a need you struggle to suppress. the thought of kissing him flits through your mind, warmth pooling in your stomach and sending an ache between your thighs.

you shift again, trying to find a comfortable position, but the ache only intensifies with each subtle rub of your thighs, leaving you feeling frustrated, and with each look you glance his way, the feeling swells, making it harder for you to focus on anything else.

a strangled noise leaves your lips as you feel your nipples hardening under the thin fabric of your shirt, the heat between your legs coming unbearable to the point that your hand wanders down towards your pussy.

"are you.. are you serious?" you jump at the sound of chris' scoff, your head snapping to the side to find him propped up on his elbows, his brows furrowed in disbelief. "you — you're like this 'cos you're fuckin' needy?"

your heart thumps rapidly, a wave of embarrassment washing over you as his words hit like a harsh splash of cold water. "i-i.." the words stumble from your lips, trapped by the sudden heat flooding to your cheeks. you quickly avert your gaze, unable to look at him. "i'm sorry, i just—"

"yeah, yeah, whatever," chris drawls as he shifts on the bed, his arm reaching out to lay his palm across your stomach, before he moves south, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

your lips part in surprise with a soft whimper, your body arching into his touch as you feel his fingers creep closer to your pussy, stroking your clit in slow, deliberate circles. your hips buck up, gripping the bedsheets as your walls clench tightly around nothing, feeling a pool of wetness between your legs, soaking through the material of your panties.

"you're annoyin', y'know.." chris murmurs, his gaze glued to the side of your face as his thumb presses firmly against your clit while his two fingers probe teasingly at your entrance. "it's 1am.. 'n here you are, all fuckin' needy — desperate t'be touched, yeah? s'all you want?"

your head falls back against the pillow, your breath caught in your throat as chris' fingers slide inside your heat, stretching you open before pumping in and out lazily, curling them to hit that sweet, spongy spot that has your hips instinctively rocking against his hand.

"yeah, look at you.." chris tuts quietly, adjusting his head on the pillow, his eyes flitting down to where his hand his buried inside your panties, watching your hips move. "s'kinda pathetic, kid."

you moan loudly as chris increases the pace of his fingers subtly, hearing the sounds of your wet cunt squelching around him has your cheeks and neck burning with heat, and your hand flies down to grasp at his wrist in hopes to speed up his movements to drive you closer and closer to the release you've been craving.

"let go of me," chris demands and you whimper softly, glancing at him through your hazy vision, seeing a smug grin spreading across his lips. "you woke me up, s'now you get to lay here 'n take what i give you.. slowly."

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shy!reader has been pretty much m.i.a all week, and fratboy!chris does not care. no seriously, he doesn’t care.

he’s just kept his eyes peeled every night through crowds of sweaty bodies jammed into his living room, and even through the sluggish crowds of tired students in college hallways, yet he couldn’t find you.

it was on the 6th night when chris was seriously considering showing up at your place — for no reason just he needed your lit notes, of course —when he received a text from nick.

nick, the eldest — and no doubt more mature —triplet. chris’ eyebrows furrowed at the notification, why was nick texting him at 10:30pm on a weeknight? kid cares way too much about being on time for class in the mornings

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Nick: *image attached* isn’t this one of your girls?

—

the somewhat blurry picture was taken from a distance in the old, dusty library on campus. you sat in a corner, a mess of notes, books and your laptop sprawled on the desk in front of you. you looked weak, your hair a mess, bags prominent under your eyes.

before chris could even react, his phone buzzed again

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i’m not a total creeper, i’ve just noticed her here every night this week and i’m pretty sure she has not changed her sweatshirt once

or pretty much left this library.

i seriously hope this is actually her and not a complete stranger

you know what, i’m talking to her. don’t change my mind.

—

chris groaned, the realisation of finals week dawning on him. sometimes chris forgets how much college actually means to you, and how ridiculously sick it makes you.

he did not have time for this, he had customers to please, yet - he didn’t hesitate. he’s huffing and complaining pretty much the whole time, but he’s quick to make his way over to the library he’s really not too familiar with, saving you from the shackles that is a conversation with a redbull fueled nick sturniolo.

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you can take it from here, love u pooks mwah

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gonna take it from here in shy!readers pov cos i want nick and shy!reader to have some one on one time before fratboy!chris grumpily comes over !!

your back aches with a constant throb, your eyes feel gritty and sore, and a dull headache pulses at your temples, making it difficult for you to concentrate. hunched over in the dimly lit corner of the library, you've spent countless of hours — days — buried in textbooks, scribbles notes and laptop screens, desperately trying to absorb everything before your exams.

the week has been relentless, leaving you physically and emotionally drained, as if the weight of your studies is pressing down on you.

you haven't seen chris in almost a week. the silence has been deafening — no texts lighting up your phone, no calls breaking the quiet, and no facetime calls at late hours. truth be told, you did put your phone on do not disturb, silencing any incoming calls to shield yourself from distractions. it's not that you intended to cut off all communication completely; you simply needed space.

you needed to be alone, to gather your thoughts, and to focus on your studies, to not be distracted by his intense social life.

however, you are distracted when someone slams a stack of textbooks onto the table opposite you, the sound echoing in the quiet space. startled, you lift your tired gaze, and your heart thumps when you recognise a familiar that slumps into the seat across from you.

he runs a hand through his tousled mullet, adjusting the thin-framed glasses that rest on the bridge of his nose before flashing you a friendly grin.

you know who he is. you've seen him in countless pictures and instagram posts with chris and matt. yet, despite your familiarity with his image, you've never met him in person — you never even spoke a word to each other, and you find yourself sliding further down in your seat, a wave of awkwardness and shyness washing over you.

"hello—fuck!" nick curses as he sets his can of red bull down on the wooden table, only for it to topple over and spill a little. flustered and annoyed, he mutters under his breath, hastily dabbing at the tiny droplets on the table with the sleeve of his sweater. his eyes finally meet yours again, and he offers another grin. "hello."

"hi.." you manage to respond, your voice barely above a whisper.

"i've noticed that you're, like, constantly glued to this fucking seat, like you haven't moved the entire week—" nick pauses mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he realises how awful his wording sounds. he quickly holds up his hand, a look of urgency in his expression. "i'm not a creep. i wasn't staring at you. i know you—i think i know you—no, i do know you. you're, like, kinda with my brother. chris. that's you, right? god, tell me that's you, 'cos i'm gonna end up losing my mind—"

"yeah," you cut off his intense rambling, which is probably fuelled by the red bull he keeps fidgeting with. "that... that's me, yeah."

nick blinks at you in silence for a moment before he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, and he bluntly says. "wow, you really are quiet," you become a little flustered at that, tearing your gaze away from him until he asks incredulously. "the fuck are you doing with chris of all people?"

a subtle smile pulls at your lips at that, especially when you glance back at his face and see the shock etched across it. honestly, you don't even know what you're doing with chris, but it wouldn't exactly be appropriate to go into the details with his brother. so, you simply shrug your shoulders in response.

nick suddenly deadpans. "blink twice if you need my help."

now that makes you laugh — a genuine, unexpected sound that splutters past your lips. you quickly cover your mouth, eyes widening as the sound echoes through the library and you glance around, paranoid that someone might shoot you the dirtiest look and demand you to shut up or leave.

but nick waves it off dismissively when he notices your worries, "they can go fuck themselves."

you remain silent for a moment, considering his words, before stating, "we... are in a library."

"then they can go fuck themselves quietly."

another genuine, but quieter, laugh escapes you. you find yourself relaxing a bit more with him, opening up and feeling more comfortable as nick takes charge of the conversation; showing genuine interest in your major, your studies, and your hobbies.

you do the same, getting to know him better, and even getting a little excited when you realise how many similarities you share. the more you chat, the more your cheeks start to hurt from smiling so much. the tiredness that had once taken over you begins to fade away, replaced by a lightness you haven't felt in days, and your books and notes sit forgotten on the table.

however, your head perks up in surprise when you spot chris walking through the double doors. he's wearing a beanie on top of his head with tuffs of curly hair peeking out, a hoodie that swallows his frame, and his hands are shoved deep in the pockets of his sweatpants.

he glances around the library, his eyes finally zeroing in on you and nick at the far end of the room. you can't quite read his expression — his face stoic as he makes his way over.

he drops down in the chair beside you, and nick immediately pulls a face, shooting you a look that makes you giggle again, and chris huffs at the sound, clearly unimpressed.

"stop botherin' her," chris mutters, his foot hooking comfortably beneath your chair as he settles in.

"m'not."

chris rolls his eyes, ignoring nick's response as he turns his attention to you. he takes you in for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing as he says, "tell him he's botherin' you, kid."

you can't help but smile gently. "he's not bothering me. he's been fun.. i like his company."

"told you," nick muses across from across the table. chris snaps his head towards nick, shooting him a glare as nick lifts the can of red bull to his mouth, a smirk spreading across his lips as he adds, "bitch."

[sturnioz]

Hear me out. HEAR ME OUT.

A blurb where fratboy!chris is fucking shy!reader rough, but she stops him and asks him to take it slow and gentle tonight? She’s not mad at all but she’s just more in the mood for slow and sensual? And maybe chris isn’t used to that but he’s willing to try for her…?

I’m telling my kids this was Romeo and Juliet.

pathetic mewls seep past your lips, eyebrows knitted together in pleasure as you stare up at chris through blurry vision as he pants, having you pinned beneath him, knees pressed to your chest as he pounds into your puffy cunt.

his grip is tight on the backs of your knees, too tight that it makes you wince a little — but all your pain and worries float away when he presses down on that bulge in your tummy, making you moan in pleasure.

sweat trickles down his brow as he thrusts into you, his grunts muffled behind bitten lips, watching as his cock slides in and out of you repeatedly at a pace that has his balls tightening, ready to spill into you.

"w-wait," you choke out between ragged breaths, your voice straining as trembling hands touch his shoulders. "slow.. slow down."

chris doesn't slow his movements, but he stares down at you, his chest heaving as confusion flickers across his face. "what? why?"

"just... jus' wanna go slower," you whisper softly, chewing on your bottom lip as you gaze up at him. "please?"

you love getting fucked like this — of course you do — but tonight, you're in the mood for something slower, more gentle and caring.

with the way chris is looking down at you, his hips coming to an abrupt stop, you're slowly starting to regret asking him to change the pace, and a whine fleets past your lips as you hear the heavy huff come from him as he pulls out of you with a wet pop.

chris furrows his brows, completely baffled and struggling to understand the sudden change when just moments ago, you were practically melting beneath him, making sweet sounds as he pounds into you. but now you wanted something slower?

chris has half the mind to scoff and flip you over, spank your ass and fuck you until you see stars — but he clicks his tongue against his teeth, grumbling under his breath as he pulls your knees from your chest, parting your legs for him to fit comfortably in-between instead.

"a'ight, whatever." he relents, bracing himself above you.

you can't help but smile, staring up at him through your wispy lashes, your face contorting as you feel him slowly ease back into your wet warmth, your arms curling around his shoulders.

you can feel him move slowly within you, his cock rubbing against your walls, and you let out a soft cooing sound in delight, your legs wrapping around his hips.

he doesn't look at you each time he pushes into you, not that you really expected him to, especially with something so seemingly intimate, but you wanted to make him more comfortable, more into it.

"ah.. its so good, feels good," you whisper your praise to him, fingers curling around the hair at the nape of his neck, your eyes fluttering shut as you savour the feeling of being filled by him.

"yeah," chris replies through gritted teeth, his own fingers gripping the pillows behind your head, feeling how you squeeze so tightly around him. "don't... don't get it into y'head that im gonna be doin' this all the time, kid... s'not—" he cuts himself off with a hiss as he slowly rolls his hips against yours, his cock sliding deeper. "...not happenin'."

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https://www.tumblr.com/sturnioz/781090491701903360/is-there-anything-specific-chris-does-that-bun

omg we need a blurb on this.. yk how she will take the lollipop from his mouth and suck on it…. chris’ fingers being sticky with something and her not being able to help herself and just bringing two of his fingers to her mouth :3

you're in a trance, watching chris fiddle around with the jello shots that are covering the kitchen counter, pouring the liquid into small little plastic cups to shove into the fridge for the weekend.

his hands are sticky—strawberry gelatine liquidized and dripping down his fingers messily, the sweet scent filling your nostrils. you're mouths watering badly, and you have half the mind to snatch the bowl to taste it for yourself.

you know you shouldn't, he'll get mad—they all would get mad.

having been doing this for the majority of the day, making sure they have double, maybe even triple, the amount of jello shots to satisfy everyone at the upcoming party... it'll be wrong of you to take a sneaky sip.

but you're eager, desperate even.

you've always had a sweet tooth, one that you struggle to contain. you're always stealing chris' lollipops that he uses for his 'molly jaw', and you've politely asked many frat brothers if you could have a piece of their candy or chocolate when they open the bag.

you can't be contained. it's a problem. a big one.

but truthfully, it's one that you have no issue with and have no reason to fix any time soon. you love sweet things, it makes you happy, it brings a smile to your face... which is why you're quick to grab chris' wrist when he goes to put his hands under the tap in the sink.

you're not even fully aware of what you're doing, and you don't really register that you have chris' index and middle finger in your mouth, swirling your tongue around, allowing yourself to taste the sweet flavour of strawberry with the most tiniest hint of vodka until chris' two fingers press down hard on your tongue, causing you to falter.

"really?" he grumbles, his eyes staring into yours as he scoffs, the corner of his lips twitching upward into an amused smirk. he tilts his head to the side, his gaze drifting toward your mouth before suddenly pushing his fingers further down your throat, causing you to gag.

you pull back in surprise, coughing and spluttering as you catch your breath—face growing hot as the frat brothers turn to face you with their eyebrow raised, glancing between you and chris.

they all wear knowing looks which causes you to become even more embarrassed than you already are, especially when chris reaches out toward you with his sticky fingers, his face deadpanned despite him wiggling his digits teasingly in front of your face.

"what? don't tell me you're all shy now?" a smirk slowly spreads across chris lips as he dips down to your eye level. "seemed fine suckin' on my fingers earlier, kid."

[sturnioz]

ik bun wouldn’t do this but how would fb chris react if she woke him up with head ??

like I can just image him being rlly like ‘wtf is this girl doing’ but then also it feeling good 🙂‍↕️

please talk to your partners before attempting anything like this. communication is key. consent is important.

you steal a glance at chris, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you squint through the morning light that seeps through the curtains of his room. he's sprawled across the bed, his hair a tousled mess, and his lips are slightly parted as he releases quiet, steady breaths.

your eyes flit down to the sheets, noticing a lump beneath and you swallow thickly, your cheeks feeling hot as you struggle to look away. there's a familiar ache between your legs, but you push it to the side as you carefully slip under the covers, gnawing on your lip nervously as you clumsily move to lay on your stomach between his legs.

you're not entirely sure what came over you to do this—or even where the confidence has came from—but your hands are moving to the bulge in his boxers, wrapping your fingers around his cock through the fabric.

you release your bottom lip from your teeth as you hook your fingers into the waistband on his boxers and slowly pulling them down, his cock springing up once it's freed, resting against his stomach and bubbling with pre-cum.

swallowing nervously, your warm mouth wraps around the tip, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head like you've done many times before—using your hand in a gentle stroking motions as you carefully bob your head, just as he likes.

chris' hips twitch, a tired, groggy groan slipping past his lips, and you pause for a moment before resuming again.

you remember a brief conversation you had with bee and kitty, remembering how they openly told you they both woke up nate and matt before with head—how happy the boys were for the rest of the day after receiving such a gift.

you know chris' has been a little stressed lately. with what? you had no idea. but you wanted to give him something nice, to put a smile on his face even if it was just for a few minutes.

you hum, more startled than content, as you feel chris' hips twitch again, his legs moving a little beside your body as you continue bobbing your head—taking more of his cock into your mouth with each pass.

"fu... fuck.." you hear chris rasp, and you flinch a little when the covers are lifted off of your head, the sudden light almost blinding your eyes and you squeeze them shut as they water a little. "bun, what're doin'?"

you do reply to him, but it's probably not the smartest idea giving the explanation with his cock down your throat. it wasn't coherent, he didn't understand a word you said, but that didn't really matter to him—not when you're all spitty and drooly around his cock.

"ho... holy shiiiiit," chris' neck strains as he throws his head back, his fingers tangling in your hair to help guide your movements.

you're a little embarrassed by the wet, slurping sounds you're making, but you are a little proud of yourself for how he's reacting, especially when he lets out a guttural moan as he feels your cheeks hallow around him.

a strangled grunt leaves him as his hips start to move, shallowly thrusting into the warmth of your mouth and you allow him to do as he pleases, keeping in mind what he taught you before about using less teeth. (you scraped him once on accident, and you refuse to ever let it happen again).

"fuck, m'gonna cum," he whispers, licking his lips as he glances down at you with hooded lids, nostrils flaring at he breathes heavily. "y'gonna swallow it f'me, bun?"

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[sturnioz]

fratboy!chris fucking shy!reader into oblivion and right after he goes to get off of her to go do something but she wants him to stay and cuddle with her.

he’s obviously not used to the aftercare/cuddling after :D

you're a mess; a mewling, drooling, whiney mess as chris leans over you, palms flat against the pillows, your legs resting on his shoulders, knees pressed to your chest as he pounds into you, grunting heavily.

you shudder, your hands gripping his biceps, pathetic whines and sniffles leaving your swollen lips as you feel him draw his hips back before pushing his cock back into you, sending a thrill through your body that makes your toes curl.

chris' head falls forward, eyes pinching shut, lips parting as he picks up the pace, the bed creaking beneath both your weights. skin slapping against skin, the wet noises of your cunt suctioning him in, and your thighs burn with an ache from the squished position you're in.

your walls spasm around his cock as you're forcefully hit with your orgasm, a cry ripping from the back of your throat as your legs tremble on his shoulders as he fucks you through it, bring himself over the edge with a loud curse and pressing his hips to yours, filling your cunt deep with cum.

with shaky breaths, you curl up when chris removes himself from above you, running his fingers through his sweaty hair as he stands from the bed, but you react quick, reaching out for him and curling your fingers around his wrist.

"where are you going?" your voice croaks out, a pout present on your lips as you look up at him through bleary vision. you don't give him time to reply as you're already begging, "stay. please stay, don't.. don't leave. please."

"m'gettin' a drink, kid," chris tries to loosen your grip on his wrist. "what is it? huh? you.. you want more? s'that it? didn't i fuck you en—"

"i just wanna cuddle..." you feel silly with how pathetic your voice sounds, but you're desperate for him to stay and not leave you alone. chris seems surprised too, his eyebrows raising, staring down at you as if you've said something so absurd (which, to him, probably was).

"cuddle? you wanna cuddle?" chris asks and you nod your head, looking up at him through sticky lashes. his tongue prods at cheek and his fingers scratch the other side, taking his wrist out of your grip to shoo you back.

an uncomfortable feeling settles in your chest at being rejected, but you're surprised when chris huffs and pushes you backwards to make room on the bed, crawling onto the sheets and slumping down on the space. you're quick to curl up into his side, resting your head on his chest and curling your arm around his waist as his come down to lay limp around your shoulders, his fingers lightly grazing your arm.

chris exhales deeply through his nose as he tugs you in closer, moving his hand down as he absentmindedly rubs your back. "always get what y'fuckin' want..."