#bf!chris

[humpster35]

All this is telling me is, Chris likes creampies and Matt is the type to cum on your body, not in it.

But it’s also showing me how Matt is a secret little guy. Because why is this man smirking, he would definitely like cumming in you.

Idc i’ve said this a million times, he has a breeding kink. Plus mating press.

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[sweetshuga]

✰ 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 ✧

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. «𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆»

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. English is not my first language!

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕... loves to see your cock-drunk face as he pounds into you while hugging your thighs with your back flush against the fogged up mirror.

𝒘𝒄. 337

✰ Matt’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he held your thighs tightly, your legs up in the air on one side of his shoulders and his arms wrapped in an iron grip around them—rendering you immobile. Your moans echoed throughout the bathroom as he pulled your hips forward, changing the angle and every thrust from him hit the spot inside you that made your toes curl. Your hands scrambled to hold onto anything you could, your shoulders flush against the fogged up mirror behind you. The overwhelming pleasure making your mind go numb.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓... You had just gotten out of the shower when he suddenly walked in. Matt’s face flushed when he saw your naked form, even though he’s seen it plenty of times by now. "Sorry—" you chuckled when you heard the slightly panicked tone, "hey, it’s fine, should’ve locked the door, but since Chris and Nick are out I thought it was alright, no?" He nodded slowly, his eyes raking over your body appreciatively before snapping back up to your face. A sheepish grin plastered on his lips as he shifted his weight on one leg, trying to discreetly hide the growing arousal in his pants. You raised your eyebrows, noticing the telltale signs of his desire right away.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕... You struggled to keep your eyes from rolling back as he worked his magic. The thick head of his length hit spots that made you let out sounds even you didn’t know you could make. The sounds of your pleasure spurred him on, grunting in exertion as he surged forward with renewed vigor. Determined to please you. "Fu—ck sweets, you feel me?" His arm left your thighs, and with gentle fingers, pressed on the bulge appearing and disappearing on your abdomen from his cock. His gaze momentarily shifted from your stomach to your face, a groan leaving his lips when he saw the look of pure ecstasy on your face. "Look at you, so fucking drunk on my dick, mffh—" ✰

𓆩♡𓆪

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𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔... loves when your ass recoils against his hips when he pounds into you from behind, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulling on it until you look up at your fucked-dumb reflection in the mirror.

𝒘𝒄. 362

✧ Chris groaned lowly as he drew back before slamming hard into you. Your backside recoiled from the force and your legs trembled, loud moans spewing out of your parted lips. He bit his lips, putting his hand on the small of your back and firmly pressing on it. The edge of the countertop in front of your upper thighs only made it easier for him to go as deep as he wanted without your body bouncing away. Your eyes rolled back in your skull before closing shut and reopening a few seconds later, widened like saucers when he increased his pace. Your hand travelled back in a futile attempt to slow him down, your moans nothing short of pornographic.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓... Nick and Matt had gone to get food. They did ask you if you wanted to tag along, but you just wanted to stay in and Chris being Chris, your sweet boyfriend, decided to stay home with you. As much as you wanted to keep cuddling with your boyfriend on the couch – cozied up in blankets – you really had to pee. And so, you disentangled yourself from Chris with a heavy sigh, "I’ll be right back, gotta piss." You could hear him chuckling and shouting an "okay" from his place on the couch as you walked towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, you heard the bathroom door opening while you washed your hands. A pair of hands pushing you down to bend over the counter.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕... Chris’ free hand tangled in your locks, gripping it into a make-shift ponytail before pulling on it. Your head involuntarily leaned back, your thoroughly-pleasured expression reflecting in the mirror. Chris’ pace quickened, the sound of wet squelching filling the air as he pounded into your sopping pussy from behind. "Look at that, baby," he cooed as he saw your face in the mirror, "look at yourself, the fucked dumb look on your face." He grunted as he pulled your hair with more force, making you look at yourself and a loud shaky moan left his lips when he felt your walls flutter rhythmically around his pistoning cock. ✧

𓆩♡𓆪

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© sweetshuga

[judyvan]

No Hands - Chris Sturniolo Fanfic

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Summary: After picking on Chris for being an extremely touchy person, the two of you make a bet. Will Chris be able to control himself long enough to win?

Warnings: MDNI/ smut/ chrisxfem!reader/ bf!chris/ unprotected p n v (use a fucking rubber)/ oral (fem receiving)/ touchy! chris x needy! reader/ competitive! chris/ use of "you"/couldn't tell ya how many words

A/N: Time for a Chris fanfic! I am still new to writing, so bear with me. The song loosely relates to the fic. Interactions are appreciated! Pls don't steal my shit. Thx!💋

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"Keep your filthy fucking paws off of me," Nick says pushing his brother, Chris, away from him. Chris had wrapped his arm around Nick's shoulders as the two of them spoke.

Your boyfriend Chris is probably the most physically affectionate person that you know. He is always eager to touch those he cares about the most. Whenever it comes to you, Chris loses all self-control. He needs to be touching you in some way at all times; like he'll go insane without the feeling of your body against his in some way, shape, or form.

"You have got to be the touchiest motherfucker that I know, seriously," Nick continues, dusting the remanence of Chris' hands off of his shoulders.

"Shut up," Chris chuckles, pushing Nick backwards.

Nick looks up shocked. His eyes move back and forth from yours and Matt's, Nick and Chris' other brother. You and Matt begin to laugh uncontrollably.

"Please tell me you two fucking see this. I mean this is absurd! Even when I ask him not to touch me, he touches me. It's crazy!" Nick states completely dumbfounded.

Chris is laughing along with you and Matt. He begins to walk towards Matt, reaching out to grab his arm as he loses control of his body.

"Don't bring that shit over here," Matt says out of breath, wiping the tears from his eyes, failing to reel himself in.

Chris looks at you through squinted eyes. You simply open your arms as he walks towards you. He knew that you wouldn't turn down his touch. Chris stands in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck, laughing profusely into your skin.

"Can we please talk about this?!" Nick begins, still completely shocked. "I have never seen anything like this. Like he actually needs to be studied. He has always been "touchy feely", but ever since he got a girlfriend, it has multiplied by a gabillion." The room is still filled with the laughter of Chris and Matt, yours no longer producing noise.

"I mean seriously, I feel so bad for you. I can guarantee that you never get a fucking second to just breathe!" Nick exclaims.

You somehow manage to catch your breath and gain composure.

"It doesn't bother me. I've gotten used to it," you reply, rubbing your hand up and down Chris' back, attempting to calm him down.

Nick releases a scoff, letting you know that he doesn't believe you.

"Anyways, back to what I was saying," Nick begins shaking his head. He's looking at you, the only one stable enough to understand him. "Me and Matt are going to the store; do you want us to get you guys anything; besides some fucking giggle juice?"

"No, I think that's all we need," you reply, letting out a small laugh. Your whole body is now shaking at the intensity of Chris' reaction to Nick's last statement.

"Alright, we will be back in a few hours," Nick says, practically dragging Matt out of the door, him and Chris continuing to crack up.

The door shuts and Chris is eventually able to control himself. He pulls his head out of your neck and looks in your eyes, a huge grin spread across his face.

"Let's go to my room and find something to do until they get back," Chris says, his fingers running up and down your sides. You meet his lips with a short peck.

"I've got something in mind," you say smirking at him.

The two of you walk to Chris' room, holding hands of course. You have been trying to convince Chris to watch all of your favorite movies and now is the perfect time to start. Chris turns on the movie, "Five Feet Apart," and the two of you lay in his bed. As the film goes on, you can't help but think about what Nick was saying earlier. You are now very observant of how often Chris asks for a kiss or squeezes you tighter. When he gets up out of bed to grab a drink, you begin to laugh out loud at your own thoughts. Chris comes back into the room as you're laughing uncontrollably, trying to think of any moment he has spent any amount of time without physical contact.

"What the fuck is so funny?" Chris asks, taking a sip of his Pepsi as he stands in his doorway.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed to face your boyfriend.

"I was just thinking about what Nick was saying. I genuinely cannot think of a time that you went 5 minutes without touching me," you say.

Chris smirks and shakes his head. He begins to walk closer to you.

"Do you really think that I touch you a lot?" he asks, taking another drink.

"What do you mean think? You can't keep your hands off of me," you let out a small laugh.

"Yes, I can," Chris states in a cocky manner. "You touch me just as much as I touch you." He sits his drink down and gives you a smug look, stepping closer to you.

"Fine then. Let's make a deal. Until Nick and Matt get back, we have to keep our hands to ourselves. You can't touch me, and I won't touch you," you flick your brow up as you propose the idea to Chris.

"And why would I do that?" he says, laughing at your playfulness.

“To prove a point.”

Chris looks around the room for a second, thinking about what you said.

“How about we make this a little bit harder, since Nick and Matt aren't here,” he says, an arrogant look on his face. Chris bends down to whisper in your ear. “How about I do some things that make it harder for both of us to keep our hands off of each other.”

He then places an open-mouthed kiss to the spot right behind your ear. He tugs lightly on the bottom of your earlobe before pulling away. The combination of his warm breath, wet kiss, and teeth pulling on your skin, sends a feeling of arousal throughout your body. Chris looks at you with a shit-eating grin on his face, clearly able to see what he's doing to you.

"And why would I that?" you say, mocking him. Chris' eyes trail up and down your body, not missing a single curve.

"If I win, I get to touch you anywhere I want, wherever I want, anytime I want for a week, and you don't get to say shit to me about it." Chris runs his tongue across his bottom lip as he finishes his sentence. Just the thought of having any part of you at his fingertips whenever he pleased made him grow hard.

"And if I win," you start, noticing the tent forming at the crotch of his pants, " I get to wear as little as I want, whenever I want, and you can look all you want, but you can't touch, for a week." You smile up at Chris, seeing him picture you in the smallest article of clothing in his head.

"I think you've got yourself a deal," Chris says, moving even closer to you.

You lift off of the bed slightly, sliding your hands underneath of your ass, pressing them into the bed. Chris places his hands on the bed, one on either side of your hips. Your lips connect almost immediately, the two of you aching to touch now that you can't. The kiss is deep and passionate, the both of you long for more. You remove your hands from underneath you, pulling off the shirt and pants you're wearing. Chris' lips leave yours and meet your collarbone without hesitation. His hungry kisses across your skin deepen your desire for him to touch you. Chris has seen you in a bra and underwear plenty of times. Removing your clothes doesn't seem to faze him much.

"This is too easy," you say, a smile spreading across your face. Your hands reach behind your back and unbuckle your bra. You drop it on the floor, scoot away from Chris, and lay down on the bed.

Chris stands up completely. His eyes roam over your entire body, lingering on your breasts. Lacking a good poker face, Chris' expression confirmed that you just made things 10 times harder for him, in multiple different ways. He tugs at his bottom lip as he soaks in the amount of skin you have exposed.

"That's not fair," he laughs, his eyes touching every part of your figure that his hands should be feeling.

Chris removes all of his clothes, only leaving his boxers. Your eyes trail over his body. Your eyes widen when you see the bulge in his underwear. A small chuckle escapes Chris' lips at your face. His eyes never leave yours as he removes his underwear seductively, his entire body now on display.

"Now we're even," he says. Chris moves across the room and climbs on top of you, careful to keep both of his hands on the bed.

The air chills your uncovered body. Chris' lips only momentarily heating the areas that they touch. It isn't enough. You need his hands on you. Messy kisses are placed all around your frame as he travels down you. After reaching the waist band of your underwear, Chris moves directly to your inner thighs, devouring them. Your hips begin to buck upwards, wanting his mouth on the place covered by soaked fabric.

"Take them off," Chris says placing a single gentle peck to the front of your underwear.

You shake your head while biting your lip. You earnestly wanted his hands on you and refused to help him out any longer.

"You do it," you said, your heart racing.

"I'm not losing this bet," he responds placing a gentle kiss to either side of your pelvic bone. Suddenly, his tongue slides under the left side wing of your underwear. He pinches the material between his teeth and slides one side of your underwear down to your thigh. He slowly moves to the right side of your body and performs the same motion. His intention is to draw this process out as long as he can, hoping you'll cave. Tongue, bite, pull, switch. Tongue, bite, pull, switch. As soon as one side reaches your ankle, you begin to shake them off yourself, flinging them into the floor.

"Someone's impatient," Chris smiles. He knows you won't last much longer.

His head dives between your legs, his tongue licking up the need that is dripping from you. You let out a whimper, gripping onto the bed sheets, miserably trying to keep your hands busy. Chris' tongue splits you in half as his nose applies pressure to your clit. He begins to speed up his motion, his tongue now forming small circles around your most sensitive area. Your legs begin to squeeze inward, Chris' head between them acting as a magnet. You can't help but squirm, the intense feeling of pleasure taking over your body. All of your movement is making it difficult for Chris. He is unable hold your legs down, forcing them to stay put.

"If you don't stop moving, I'm going to have to stop," he says, momentarily pulling his lips off of you.

Your moans get louder as Chris proceeds to eat you out. Your legs begin to shake as you attempt to keep from moving, not wanting him to quit. His tongue slips inside of your opening. Your back arches off of the bed. He begins to eat you as sloppily as he can, wanting more than just his tongue to be inside of you. Your toes start to curl. He begins to shake his head back and forth, his tongue flicking in all directions, only stopping to suck on your ball of nerves. You cling onto the sheets for dear life. You're starting to get close. Don't do it. Your hands lose their hold on the bedsheets and find themselves in Chris' hair as you practically levitate off of the bed.

"Oh fuck!" you scream, on the edge of release.

Chris pulls away from you. You did touch him after all. Suddenly his eyes meet yours from in between your legs. His thumb brushes over his lips, gathering all of your remnants before sucking them off of his skin.

"I win," he says with a cocky smirk.

In a swift motion, Chris grabs your leg and throws it over his shoulder, plunging himself inside of you, burying his dick as deep in your walls as possible. As he thrusts in and out of you frantically, his hands touch every part of your body, making up for lost time. The two of you moan loudly at the feeling of him touching you inside and out. It doesn't take long before your stomach clenches and you reach your orgasm, Chris' warm cum coating your insides at the same time. As the two of you ride out your high, your hands continue to feel every part of each other. Chris slumps on top of you, wrapping his arms around you, and burying his face in your chest. Your arms embrace him, pulling him closer. After a few moments of relishing the feeling of you both on top of one another, Chris leaves your body to grab a towel and pull on his clothes. As he cleans you up, he makes sure to touch you in every way he can. He throws the towel on the floor and grabs your clothes, insisting on dressing you as well. He starts with your underwear and pants, wanting to see you topless as long as possible. Before putting your bra back on, he takes your breasts in both of his hands and squeezes, kissing you tenderly.

"You better get used to that," he says, pulling away from your mouth and sliding your bra on. "I've got a whole 7 days to do that whenever I want."

For the next week, Chris took as much advantage of his prize as possible. When meeting up with his family he would hug you as long and hard as he could. When around his brothers at home, he would palm your ass with both hands, squeezing roughly and kissing you with passion. Even when hanging out in public settings with your friend group, you would find at least one of his hands wandering from your thigh and meeting the sweet spot in between your legs.

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To see how Chris takes advantage of him reward in more detail, click here to read: 7 Days (“No Hands” Extension)

[chrattho1]

texts between bsf!chris x reader pt3

pt1 pt2 pt4 pt5

a/n: if you wanna be on the taglist for this au,just leave a comment!!!

[chrattvibe]

you can make it up but can you do smt like chris being really pda with the reader and like matt and nick make fun of him but the reader loves it

៹ Seen. chris sturniolo.

The pins fall with a clean, solid crash.

“STRIKE!” Chris shouts, in his head. On the outside, he stays cool, just turning around. When he notices my phone recording him, he does a silly celebration dance. Then he searches for my eyes once he sees I stopped filming.

"Did you get that? Did I look cool?"

He walks over with that proud grin and his arms already wide open, expecting a hug. I don’t even get a chance to stand — he drops right next to me on the seat, wraps me in his arms, and hides his face in my neck. I run my hand down his back and feel a soft kiss on my skin.

Just a few feet away, Nick rolls his eyes from his seat.

"You guys are actually disgusting." he mutters, right before it’s his turn. Without waiting for a reply, he heads off to grab his ball.

"Don’t say that!" Chris says, now properly settling next to me, slipping an arm around my waist.

"He’s joking, relax," I say when I notice his frown. I rest my hand on his chest, smiling. His face softens and he adjusts his hat, brushing his hair back.

Chris doesn’t even flinch at his brother’s comment. He pulls me in with that cozy warmth he only gives off when he’s comfortable. He fixes a strand of my hair and caresses my cheek. He looks so comfy, like we’re sitting in his living room, not in the middle of a bowling alley under blue lights and surrounded by people.

"Careful, anyone here could take a picture of you," I say, gently holding his wrist. "Chris Sturniolo spotted flirting with a mystery girl at downtown LA bowling alley..." I read aloud in the voice of a random gossip account.

"Couldn’t care less right now," he says with a lazy smile, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"I just don’t wanna cause you drama or headlines. I know what the Chris girls might say," I add, teasing.

He looks at me, suddenly serious.

"Then let 'em know. Let 'em all find out. You're good for me and that's all that matters."

His words catch me off guard. I smile — it’s the only thing I can do. I gently cup his face.

"Did you spike your Pepsi and not tell me?"

"I’m just drunk in love with you," he says, immediately back to being goofy. I roll my eyes, and he flashes a long, sweet smile before giving me a slow kiss and lacing his fingers with mine.

Matt walks past us with a slice of pizza in one hand and a lemonade in the other. He hears the tail end of it and raised his eyebrows.

"Wow. Did I miss something? Chris became boyfriend of the year while I was grabbing food?" he says, sitting across from us.

"First of all, I’ve always been boyfriend of the year. And second, you didn’t miss anything important. Just made the best shot of the night." Chris says with a shrug.

"Cocky." Matt mutters with a mouthful of pizza. My name flashes on the screen, signaling it’s my turn.

Chris gives me a wink, a little squeeze on my thigh, and I head off to the lane.

While I’m lining up my shot, the boys keep chatting behind me.

"Are you two celebrating an anniversary or something and we’re just the third wheels now?" Nick says, dropping down next to Chris.

"What are you talkin' about?" Chris chuckles, sipping his soda.

"We’ve seriously lost you, kid." Matt says, cracking his knuckles and stretching his arms.

"I’m just happy, dude. I’ve never felt like this before..." Chris says quietly, like he’s confessing something they all already know.

"We’re happy for you. It’s weird seeing you like this, in public. Makes me wanna throw up, but it’s kinda funny." Nick says, earning a light punch in the arm from Matt.

"We’re just messing around, okay? But keep those corny Instagram stories in close friends for now. The world’s not ready for two cuties like you guys." Matt teases with a grin, getting up to take his turn. "But seriously, we’re happy for you. Both of you." He claps Chris on the shoulder and heads off.

Matt gives me a half-smile as we cross paths, and I head back to Chris. I stay standing next to him, and one of his arms wraps around my thighs from where he’s seated, resting his head on my stomach. I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

And this time, I don’t care if anyone sees us or recognizes him. Because I like seeing him like this too — almost wanting to be seen.

Masterlist!

Notes: thanks to the person who made this request! I hope you find this post and like it <3 let me know!

—chrattvibe.

[enemiestolovershoe]

20 Moments bf!Chris Made Your Heart Swell

bf!Chris x fem!reader

Words: 800

bf!Chris who always makes sure you get home safe. It doesn’t matter if you’re out with friends, running errands, or just heading home from work—Chris won’t sleep until he knows you’re safe. "Text me when you get home," he always says. And if you forget? Your phone buzzes with a simple, "You home, love?" Every time, without fail.

bf!Chris who memorizes your coffee order. You never have to ask—he just knows. One morning, you were running late, and before you could even stress about skipping your caffeine fix, he handed you your usual. "Figured you’d need it," he said with a smirk.

bf!Chris who leaves his hoodies at your place on purpose. You always tell him he forgets them, but he never corrects you. "You just look cuter in them," he admits one night when you’re curled up in his hoodie, sleeves covering your hands.

bf!Chris who will literally drop anything for you. You once called him in the middle of a frustrating grocery run because the self-checkout machine wasn’t working. Five minutes later, he walked through the sliding doors, shaking his head with a grin. "Can’t leave you alone for one second, huh?"

bf!Chris who always pulls you closer in his sleep. Even when he’s dead asleep, his body knows where yours is. If you roll away, he’ll instinctively reach for you, mumbling something incoherent before tucking you against his chest.

bf!Chris who hypes you up over everything. New outfit? "Damn, my girl looks fine." Finished a book? "Look at you, a whole scholar." Made dinner? "Oh, we’re eating like royalty tonight!" No accomplishment is too small for his full support.

bf!Chris who gives you the last bite of everything. It doesn’t matter if it’s his favorite meal—if you want it, it’s yours. "Nah, I’m full," he’ll say, but you know he’s lying.

bf!Chris who kisses your forehead like it’s second nature. In the mornings, before he leaves, in the middle of conversations—it just happens. Sometimes, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. It’s just instinct.

bf!Chris who holds your hand under the table. Even in a crowded restaurant with all his friends, his hand finds yours. He doesn’t need to say anything—just having you close is enough.

bf!Chris who makes you feel like the only person in the world. At the end of the day, no matter what’s going on, he always makes time for you. "You good, baby?" he’ll ask, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. And when he looks at you, you know—there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

bf!Chris who texts you “good morning” and “goodnight” every single day. Even if he’s right next to you, even if he saw you five minutes ago—he still sends them. "Just in case you forget how much I love you," he says with a smirk.

bf!Chris who instinctively rests his hand on your thigh when he’s driving. It’s not even a conscious thing anymore. The second he gets in the car, his hand finds your leg, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles against your skin.

bf!Chris who takes random photos of you when you’re not looking. You’ll find them in his camera roll—some blurry, some candid, all taken with a quiet kind of love. "I just like having pictures of my girl," he shrugs when you catch him.

bf!Chris who brings you snacks when you’re working late. If you’re busy, he won’t interrupt—he’ll just quietly place your favorite snack next to you and press a quick kiss to your temple before walking away.

bf!Chris who randomly tucks your hair behind your ear. It doesn’t matter where you are—talking, eating, watching a movie—if your hair falls in your face, he gently brushes it back without a second thought.

bf!Chris who rubs your back until you fall asleep. Some nights, when your mind won’t shut off, he just runs his hand up and down your back in slow, soothing motions until you drift off.

bf!Chris who makes up the dumbest nicknames for you. Some are cute, some are questionable, but they’re all undeniably Chris. "Come on, snickerdoodle," he’ll say, completely serious.

bf!Chris who always waits for you to walk inside before driving off. Even if you tell him it’s fine, he won’t leave until he sees you step inside. "Just wanna make sure my girl’s safe," he says every time.

bf!Chris who always notices the little things. New earrings? "Cute." Different perfume? "You smell good, baby." Something’s off? "What’s wrong?" Nothing about you goes unnoticed.

bf!Chris who pulls you closer when someone flirts with you. He’s not the jealous type, but if someone’s being too bold, his arm finds your waist, his lips press against your temple, and his voice is soft but firm—"She’s with me."

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[trustinsturniolos]

safeword

┈➤ 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

pairings : chris x reader

warnings : smut (ygi) , swearing , not proofread , written when i was knackered !

skip to “01” for the smut !!

| 00

Red.

Red was your safe word.

“Remember, baby, if it gets too much use your safe word.” Chris reminded you softly as he rubbed your hip with his thumb while you lay under him on your bed. You and Chris were about to have sex. For Chris, sex wasn’t such a big deal. For you? Well, you’re a virgin.

“Mhm.” You reply uncertainly, biting your lip as you debate asking Chris something.

“What is it? You want to say something, I can tell.” Chris asks gently, wanting to know what was causing your unsure reaction.

“If I use my safeword, you won’t get mad, right?” You finally asked, your voice filled with nervousness and almost anxiety as you await his response, your hands fiddling with the cool sheets of his bed.

“What? Of course not, baby. Use it all you want.” He reassured you confidently, letting out a quiet sigh of relief to find out that was all that was bothering you.

Of course, Chris loved having sex. But you just haven’t been ready up until now, so obviously Chris is going to be a little more eager, but he also understands he needs to take it slow.

“Jus’ trust me, ‘kay?”

“Mhm, I trust you.” You nod your head, glad and feeling happier now, after hearing his response.

Chris steps back to unbuckle his belt. “Can you take your clothes off for me, pretty?” His trousers drop to the floor in time when he speaks. The visible bulge becoming larger as the tight material of his boxers clings to his skin like glue on paper. He took his boxers off, his hard dick springing out, the tip red already, growing redder by the second.

You quickly begin to strip, lifting your top over your head and throwing it into the floor, doing the same to your trousers, leaving you in just your underwear.

Chris’ eyes ogle over your body as he watches you undress, admiring your beauty lovingly. Swiftly, he climbed on top of you again, passionately capturing your lips in a strong, desire filled kiss.

He began tracing a few soft kisses down your neck as you tilted your neck to give him more access.

His hands smoothly raked over your body, tracing invisible lines up and down your sides before meeting each other on both sides of the top of your ribs, around where your bra was.

“Can I?” He lifted his head up to look at you pleadingly. The second he received permission, he unhooked your bra, hungrily pulling it off you. Leaving your top half completely naked.

| 01

His sharp blue eyes lustfully stared at your bare breasts, staring as if he was having a staring contest with them.

He lowered his head to press soft, gentle, warm kisses around your nipple. His hand reached up to toy with your other. Latching his mouth on, he began swirling his mouth around your hardened tit as he heard you let out a soft moan, spurring him on.

As much as he’d love to spent ages teasing you, he’s too desperate to wait any longer.

He stands back up, grabbing your ankles to pull you closer to the edge of the bed, earning a gentle giggle from you.

He hooked his finger around your pink panties, effortlessly flinging them off as if there wasn’t anything there in the first place.

“Already so wet f’me, hm?” He chuckles deviously as he looks down at your glistening with need pussy. Your cheeks blush furiously, legs immediately snapping shut in embarrassment. “Not funny.” You scoff.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He grins while prying your legs back open. “—‘s a good thing anyway.”

He hastily moves one of his hands to pump his cock a few times before moving his tip to line up with your entrance.

“I’ll go slow, don’t worry.” He reassures you softly, beginning to carefully push himself inside you. Your folds hungrily contracted as he pushed further inside you, slipping in with ease due to the slickness of your pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” You moan loudly, your head rolling back. Chris indulges in the sight and sounds, pushing your legs further apart as he prepares to go deeper—which seemed impossible to you.

Your walls clench tightly around him, begging for more. Your eyes rolled back almost feverishly. Your back arched off the bed desperately.

“Good girl, doing so well f’me. Taking me s’well.” He cooed as he began to thrust his cock further in you until he couldn’t go any further. At this point, with each hungry thrust, the tip of his dick bruised your cervix every time, forcing pornographic moans to emerge from your soft lips.

As he felt himself coming closer to cumming, he moved his hand down to rub tight circles around your clit, wanting to bring you to your release at the same time.

You squirmed slightly under the touch, loving it—craving it, but also almost unable to cope with the overwhelming feelings of pleasure and ecstasy washing over you.

You began to feel your stomach tighten, almost like a knot was forming in your stomach.

“Chris, Chris,” you gasped worriedly, thinking something was wrong.

“You okay, baby?” He furrowed his eyebrows, slowing his pace slightly.

“No— I think something’s wrong with me, my stomach’s just gone really tight and weird!”

Chris chuckled at your worth over something so normal. So good.

“Baby, you’re about to cum. That’s all. It’ll feel good. Watch,” he picked the pace up again, wanting to show you how good it’d make you feel.

This time as you felt the knot tighten inside you, you let it. You didn’t try to stop it, you trusted him.

Not long after, you came. Feelings of euphoria glided through your body as your body just let go.

“Can I cum inside you, pretty?” Chris asked swiftly, interrupting you briefly as he grew desperate for release, but wanted your consent.

“Mhm, of course.” You mumbled confidently, feeling ropes of thick cum squirt inside you not long after you’d said yes.

Chris flipped beside you on the bed. Both your chests gasping for air. “—‘M surprised y’didn’t use your safeword for your first time.” He chuckled softly.

a/n : I hate this sm I can’t even !! I’m writing this at midnight n I’m actually shattered n I’ve barely had any sleep recently to please trust I’ll make it up to you with a better fic soon !

[sleepysturn]

𝖻𝖿!𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗌 (𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 1) ౨ৎ

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁ 𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖

texts between you and chris if he was your sexy cute boyfriend!!

a/n: i made more but there’s a 10 photo limit ;( ill post another part soon!! love yalll!!!

a few parts are inspired by: @lanavinee

(go check her blog out she’s amazing!!)

🏷️: @miss-delicious @luv-sturno @luvr4miya @ivysturnss @mattilda987 @slut4chriss @always-reading @chris-hallelujah @zariyam

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁ 𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁ 𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖

[stonersturns]

𝚋𝚏!𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜

★ ˖˚ ͙✩ ᖭིᖫྀ ⋆ ࣪ ★ ˖˚ ͙✩ ਏਓ ⋆ ࣪ ★ ˖˚ ͙✩ ᖭིᖫྀ ⋆ ࣪ ★ ˖˚ ͙✩ ਏਓ ⋆ ࣪ ★ ˖˚ ͙✩ ਏਓ ⋆ ࣪ ★

a/n: hello lovely’s!! i’m so sorry about not posting much. school is kicking my ass :( but here’s some filler content.. i’m currently working on a fic, but enjoy this!!

TW: swearing, suggestive content

🏷️: @sturniolo-fann @sturngemini @zariyam

★ ˖˚ ͙✩ ᖭིᖫྀ ⋆ ࣪ ★ ˖˚ ͙✩ ਏਓ ⋆ ࣪ ★ ˖˚ ͙✩ ᖭིᖫྀ ⋆ ࣪ ★ ˖˚ ͙✩ ਏਓ ⋆ ࣪ ★ ˖˚ ͙✩ ਏਓ ⋆ ࣪ ★

[backwardhatmatt]

bf!chris headcannons🥰

˚ · . 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼… some nsfw, language

ꕥ gifts, all the time. doesn’t matter what the occasion is. it could be a random wednesday and he’d show up at your door with flowers

ꕥ he would fall asleep while fully on top of you

“chris you’re crushing me”

“but you’re so comfortableee”

ꕥ always touching you or holding onto you. could have an arm around your waist, a finger in the loop of your jeans, arm around your shoulders…

ꕥ always doing goofy shit to try and make you laugh

“wtf are you doing now?”

“a handstand!”

ꕥ gets matching lyrical lemonade or freshlove for you guys

ꕥ hypes you up in the comments of your instagram posts

“YEAAAHH THATS MY GIRL🔥🔥”

“Holy wow 😻😻 #Needthat”

“She’s gorgeous and she knows it”

ꕥ loosely based on the last one but will call you gorgeous/pretty/beautiful before hot/fine

ꕥ receiving > giving but will still eat you out

ꕥ if he gets angry with anything he will be taking it out by fucking you

ꕥ the best aftercare

“i’m gonna clean you up, okay?”

“you sure it wasn’t too much?”

˚ · . 𝓪/𝓷… sorry if these were ass im half asleep

[bowsandsturniolos]

texts with bf!chris

reader is on a two month trip to canada while chris is stuck back home in la.

[humpster35]

Wait-

Morning sex with Bf!Chris

This is based off a dream I had this morning.

The covers lay over your body like your own personal shield. It was an all too common thing you did—cradle your body near and dear to your own heart, as if to protect from the world. As you turn on your side, you could hear Chris’s footsteps coming down the stairs.

He’s never gotten up before you, today was different though—Chris wanted to take you driving for the first time in his new car. He entered the room cheerfully, not noticing his girlfriend still basically half asleep. Only her lower body was visible—the covers messily spread across the bed, Chris had been up all night fucking her but he wanted more.

“Babe.”

Chris gently shook you, the feeling of the cold bracelet he wore made your skin have goosebumps. With a scoff you turned back to the other side which made Chris stare at the back of your head.

“Chris i’m still tired—.”

He cut you off with a smack to your ass. His hand rubbing the area sensually afterwards.

“Just wanna take you for a ride babe.”

You could hear the smirk in his tone—already knowing the double meaning and implication of his statement. Chris laughed as you hit at his pants, his dick was already getting hard again. He grabbed your hand and held it there.

“Y’want me to help you wake up?”

Chris took your hand and lazily pumped it up and down on his dick. His other hand still kneading at your ass—he would smack it then rub it. Once he stopped moving your hand up and down, you could feel his dick being rubbed between your ass—your pussy folds making his tip wet.

You bit your lip—the feeling of his dick being inside of you, from hours ago—making you tingle. There was a slight wetness between your legs as you felt Chris thrust into your pussy through your panties.

“Chris i’m still so tired—my body is sore.”

Chris lifted the covers up, only your ass was poking out for him—as he pulled down your underwear.

“I’ll do all the work baby—just lay there and take it.”

You let out a moan as he didn’t give you any time to adjust to his size—he slid inside of your pussy. A slight hiss came from your mouth as Chris gripped at your hips tightly.

Chris could feel how warm and still tight your pussy was—he was pissed that no matter how hard he fucked you, somehow you would still barely take him in.

“Wait-.” You moaned.

Chris didn’t listen as he pushed your head into the bed—his hips thrusting repeatedly in and out of you. He threw his head back, this was too good for him. You always felt so good to him—he also knew that the night before when you were riding him, your ass clapped so loudly. He wanted to hear that again.

You feel Chris turn your body completely so now you were laying flat on your stomach. His dick didn’t stop pounding into you—it was beginning to become too much. This was feeling too good and you didn’t know how to react, so when you tried to push his hands away from your waist—Chris smack your ass.

“Fuckin tight bitch.”

Chris groaned, his hand kept smacking and smacking at your ass. He wanted you to be punished for being such a good fleshlight for him.

“My own personal pocket pussy.”

You started to grip the sheets, your tits felt sore from the constant up and down motion of Chris’s thrusts.

“Chris I-I wanna go for a ride.” You whined, your face was flushed and tears started forming in your eyes.

Chris dryly laughed. He started to slowly grind deeply into your pussy—his hand rubbed your back.

“Y’wanna ride in daddy’s big car?”

You nodded. Chris bent down, kissing your back tenderly before purring.

“You gonna be a good girl for me huh? Gonna be good for daddy?”

You couldn’t nod as Chris held your head down into the covers of the bed. He started to lose control—the slapping of skin became louder each time he would move. Chris smacked your ass again, his hand turning red.

“You woke yet?” Chris was starting to taunt you.

You tried lifting your head up to respond to him—then maybe his thrusts would slow down, but he held your head down. Chris lifted your hips up so that your ass was in the air.

“Hm? You awake now Y/n??”

You cried out—screaming loudly from overstimulation. Chris knew how to make you cum from just his cock. He didn’t even touch your pussy yet, it was so slippery and wet that all you could hear was squelching.

“Awww cmere.”

Chris cooed before picking you up—he spun you around so he was now holding you up. As he continued fucking into you, his hands gripped onto your ass like no tomorrow. He’s always loved ass—especially yours.

“Want daddy to cum in you? Yea—is that what you want baby?”

You nod and cling onto his body. Chris was extremely strong, he held you in his arms with no problem—your head rested between his shoulder. Your hands scratched at his back, the feeling of his thick cock now hitting at a deeper angle—made you cum.

“Chris—please, I wanna—wanna go for a ride.”

Chris laughed. He kissed your face, his movements beginning to become more sloppier as he neared his climax.

“You are riding baby.” He gently squeezed your ass

“Oh”

Was all you could croak out. Chris softly shushed you—his lips kissing you deeply. He wanted you to calm down, he knew he was being rough right now—but he had also gotten you to wake up.

“Cmon let daddy cum in you so we can for a ride, is that okay? Can daddy cum?”

You nod, his hands lifted your ass up and down move rushed now. He was ready to show you his new car and show off his driving skills.

“Chris—daddy I want your cum in me.”

Chris groaned, he felt his balls tighten as his cum traveled up. The feeling of his cum spilling into your womb made you cry out.

It felt soo unexplainable—Chris held you up for a bit before lay you back on the bed.

“You okay baby?” He sat down next to you, rubbing your thighs.

“Mhm…i’m woke now.” You chuckled as Chris tackled you with kisses.

Guys this is literally the exact carbon copy of my dream this morning—the way it felt as if I was. feeling everything is just…LIKE IT FELT LIKE CHRISS DICK WAS PHYSICALLY IN ME OMFG

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[sweetshuga]

When in doubt, eat it out ✧ CS

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

bf!chris! Eating you out after you made fun of him for what he accidentally said on stream. "Yeah? Y’wanna see how ”in doubt” I am? Spread those fuckin’ thighs ma."

You decided to watch your boyfriend and his brother’s stream – lounging in his room – you rolled over on his bed. Laying on your side as you propped your phone on a pillow. "Time to eat," your gaze fell on your boyfriend’s face on your phone, "when in doubt, eat it out- AUHH PAUSE! WHY DID I SAY THAT?!" A laugh burst from between your lips, your mind already brewing with all the teasing you’re gonna do.

The chat went crazy, and so did you, "that was hot," you mumbled an agreement to the chat.

𓆩♡𓆪

After the long hours of stream, Chris finally walked back into his room—closing the door with a soft sigh of relief. He found you laying on the bed with a grin on your face, ready to tease the fuck out of him. "Don’t even-" you laughed heartily, "what– what was that about." Breathlessly laughing in between your words as you looked at your boyfriend.

Chris groaned in annoyance as he walked towards the bed. Plopping down beside your legs; his hand absentmindedly caressing your calves. "That was an accident, you know it, just shut up-" A loud laugh from you interrupted his words, "I can’t believe you just said that, on stream nonetheless." You wiped tears of mirth, a shit-eating grin on your face, "when in doubt, eat it out," you said mimicking his voice – laughing – not noticing Chris’ expression changing.

The sudden movement from Chris startled you, causing your laughter to die in your throat. He had climbed on the bed, straddling your hips. His expression was nothing short of desire, his pupils dilating as he leaned closer to your face. "Yeah? Y’wanna see how ”in doubt” I am? Spread those fuckin’ thighs ma." Your eyes widened at the sudden change in his mood, jaw going ajar, a flustered what? Is all you could mumble out.

"I said, spread those fuckin’ thighs," he repeated, "m’gonna eat you out until there's not a single doubt— thought in that pretty little head of yours." You found yourself complying, your breathing growing shallower as you spread your legs for him. A slow smirk spread across his face as he lowered his head down to level with your clothed cunt, ready to fulfill the promise of leaving no thoughts – or doubts in that matter – behind.

𓆩♡𓆪

wc. 386

note. English is not my first language!

Isa's notes. Quantity over quality seems to be my motto 'cause wtf 😒

Matt version!

xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

© sweetshuga

[judyvan]

7 Days - Chris Sturniolo Fanfic ("No Hands" Extension)

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Summary: Over the next 7 days, Chris made sure to use his reward whenever he got the chance. After winning the bet, his hands had seemed to gravitate towards your body. He would caress, kiss, and hold you more than normal, if that were even possible. In the 7 days that he could do whatever he wanted, you felt nothing shy of love, lust, and exhilaration. You were considering making the deal a permanent thing.

Warnings: MDNI/ smut/ chrisxfem!reader/ bf!chris/ sexually suggestive content/ touchy!chris x needy!reader/ slightly obsessive! chris/ fingering/ use of "you"/ PDA/ couldn't tell ya how many words

A/N: This is an extension of my fanfic "No Hands." To understand the context of this fic, check this one out. This has a lot of words, because there are 7 days' worth of blurbs in this fic, given the title. I am still new to writing, so bear with me. Interactions are appreciated! Pls don't steal my shit. Thx! 💋

Shoutout to @twirler2009 for this super sexy suggestion.

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Day 1

Nick, Matt, and Chris had left the house to film a video. Their parents would be coming to visit from Boston the next day. You decide to get a head start on cleaning while no one else was in the house. You do the dishes, wipe off all the surfaces, sweep and mop the floors, and do some laundry. The scent of cleaning supplies, laundry detergent, and a freshly lit candle fill the air. The boys arrive back home and take in the look of the house.

"It looks great in here!" Nick says in awe.

"Wow. Thank you for cleaning. Normally I have to do all the work," Matt says, shooting you a smile.

"Oh, shut up, Matt," Nick and Chris say in unison.

Chris immediately approaches you. He takes you into his arms, lifts you up, and spins you around. Once your feet hit the floor, his hands meet your face, and his lips find yours. He kisses you long and deep, sliding his tongue into your mouth. Chris normally touches you in front of his brothers, but he's never kissed you around them like this. It’s clear he’s going to make the most out of this deal.

"Umm. HELLO, Chris! Me and Matt are still standing here," Nick says waving his hands, trying to capture Chris' attention. Matt looks down at his feet. The two of them don't know how to react to seeing Chris swap spit with you.

Despite Nick's attempt to stop your kiss, Chris doesn't move away from you until he wants to. He prolongs the kiss for a few more moments.

"Thank you so much for cleaning. You didn't have to do that," he says, placing a final peck to your lips.

"We get it Chris! You and your girlfriend kiss. Now can we please stop before I actually throw up. Thanks!" Nick says covering his eyes and walking out of the room.

You, Chris, and Matt giggle as Matt follows Nick out of the room.

"I'm going to go take a shower, then we can watch a movie or something," Chris says leaning in to kiss you again.

"Oh yeah? Just like how we watched a movie yesterday, right?" you say, flicking up an eyebrow and kissing him back. Just remembering his mouth touching you where his hands couldn’t, causes your skin to break out in goosebumps.

"I mean, I'm down for that too," Chris says, winking at you.

He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his torso as he carries you to his bedroom. Chris sits you down gently on his bed. After grabbing some clothes, your boyfriend approaches you. His eyes scan your face. When his gaze lands on your lips, his tongue skims across his own. He just couldn’t get enough. The two of you are never going to be able to get anything done with this constant need for physical contact. He tilts his face towards yours, missing the warmth of your lips and the sweet flavor that accompanies them. You avoid his lips and softly peck the tip of his nose.

"Go take a shower, Chris," you say.

Chris grabs your chin and pulls you towards his face.

"Only after you kiss me," he says, pressing his lips into yours tenderly.

You practically melt into Chris as he draws out the kiss. Every movement that his mouth makes is very thought out, wanting to savor your taste and touch while he leaves you to take a shower.

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Day 2

While Matt and Nick go to the airport to pick up their parents, Jimmy and Mary Lou, you and Chris go to the store to pick up some materials before they close. Mary Lou had sent you a grocery list because she planned on using a family recipe to make dinner the next day.

While walking throughout the aisles at the store, Chris insisted that the both of you push the cart together. Your hands wrapped around the bar of the cart, and Chris' rested on top of yours. Chris stayed behind you, sandwiching you in between the cart and himself. He pressed his body against yours as the two of you searched for the items on the list. Chris lifted one of his hands and moved all of your hair to one side. He put his hand back in its place and began to kiss your neck.

“Chris,” you gasp. “We are in public.”

Chris’ lips move to your ear as he tightens his grip on your hands.

“I won fair and square. Remember?” he whispers. You can tell he has a grin on his face by the tone in his voice. His lips then reconnect with your neck, biting down and sucking gently.

Eventually, Chris moves your hair again and switches sides. Your mouth had fallen open, your heart was pounding, your mind was fuzzy, and your knees were weak. You grip onto the cart tighter, needing stability. The feeling of him devouring your skin made you stop in your track's multiple times. Chris kept pushing forward, forcing you to continue walking. Now that you’re unable to think clearly, Chris has to guide the cart down the correct aisles. He only glances up with his eyes to navigate, his mouth never leaving you. By the time you reach the register, your neck is flushed all over and Chris' lips are swollen.

“Did you guys find everything alright?” the cashier asks as Chris throws the items onto the conveyor belt.

“Yes, we did,” Chris says, slowly looking at you with a smug look on his face. The sight of you all hot and bothered along with the markings on your neck suddenly remind him of something.

“Oh, wait! Do you guys sell condoms?”

You shoot Chris a look, silently telling him to shut his mouth.

“What?” he says, confused by the look on your face. “We used the last one last night…I know you remember,” he smiles at you cockily, clearly proud of his performance after he got out of the shower.

You shove your elbow into his ribs.

“Chris!?”

“Umm… yeah. There should be some like 4 rows to your left,” the cashier replies, his eyes looking between you and your boyfriend.

“Okay. You stay here and I’ll go grab those,” Chris says, placing a kiss on your forehead and shooting finger guns at you before running off.

“I’m sorry about him,” you say to the cashier as he scans your items.

“Don’t worry about it. What’re you guys making?” he replies, changing the conversation topic.

“Lasagna.”

“Is it date night?”

“No, his parents are coming in town. His mom is going to cook a family recipe tomorrow night.”

“Ahh. I gotcha,” the cashier says as he scans the last few items.

You see Chris returning with a bottle of Pepsi and two packs of condoms in his hands. He places the items on the conveyor belt.

“Hey. Thanks man,” Chris says shooting the cashier a smile.

“No problem.”

Chris turns his attention towards you, his expression full of enthusiasm, as he points to the second box of condoms.

“Look what I found! I literally thought flavored condoms were like a figment of my imagination but turns out they’re very much real. We have to try them. Do a little taste test. You know?”

There is simply no other way for you to react to Chris’ excitement than to palm your face and slowly shake your head. The cashier lets out a chuckle as he puts the last few things in a bag. Chris pays the cashier while you load the bags in the cart.

“You guys have a great night,” the cashier says with a smile on his face.

“Oh trust me, we will,” Chris says smirking at him as he places you in between himself and the cart once again.

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Day 3

The smell of lasagna and garlic bread makes your mouth water as Mary Lou finishes cooking. Everyone floods into the kitchen and a line is formed. The food is set up buffet style. Whenever you and Chris get to the front of the line, he fixes your plate of food first and then makes his own once you’re satisfied. The two of you then walk to the dining room to join everyone else. Chris sits both of your plates down on the table. He then pulls his own chair out and immediately sits down. You look at him and furrow your brow. Chris always pulls your chair out for you, and you start to wonder why he didn’t this time. As soon as you begin to reach for the top of your chair, you feel Chris’ arm sneak around your thigh.

“What’re you doing?” he questions, staring up at you with “innocent” eyes.

You look up confused and everyone else seems to do the same. Chris then stretches his legs out.

“I want you to sit with me.”

“Chris there’s a seat right be-fucking-side you,” Nick says clearly confused.

“That seat’s taken,” Chris says nodding his head towards the completely empty chair. “This one isn’t.”

Chris nods his head downward and opens his legs even wider, dusting off his thighs. He moves his arm to your waist and gently pulls you onto his lap. He then picks up his fork and starts to eat nonchalantly. Everyone else has halted, all looking around slightly puzzled.

“Chris, why don’t you just let her sit in her own chair?” Jimmy asks, genuinely wanting to know the reasoning.

“Because she insists on going to her own house tomorrow so me, Matt, and Nick can spend some time with you guys one on one.”

“You’re more than welcome to join us,” Mary Lou says, smiling at you.

“I really appreciate it, but I think we can go a day without seeing each other,” you laugh gesturing at Chris with your eyes.

“How much do you want to bet it won’t even last an entire day?” Matt asks giggling.

Chris rubs small circles over your thigh with his thumb while everyone gambles. The stakes get higher and higher. Everyone looks to you, waiting to hear your response.

“I would love to bet all the money that I have; but I’m not very good at winning bets,” you say, shifting in Chris' lap and giving him a smirk. There's a stiffness that begins to form underneath of you. A soft peck is placed on your shoulder as Chris begins to gently squeeze your inner thigh, desperately trying to control himself.

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Day 4

The next morning, Chris wants to stay in bed a little longer than normal, not wanting you to go back to your house. He holds you close hoping to keep you that way forever. As you say your goodbyes to everyone, Chris is right on your heels. While talking to Jimmy, Chris slides in between the two of you, hugging you tightly. You have to look over his shoulder to continue the conversation, as if nothing happened. After a few minutes, he releases his tight grip and lazily slumps his body against yours. You finish your conversation with Jimmy and begin to step towards Nick and Matt. Chris interlocks his fingers with yours, holding your hand as you walk a singular foot. He sits on the arm of the couch and pulls your body against his while you talk. Finally, you chat with Mary Lou. As your conversation continues, Chris hugs you from behind and places gentle kisses to the top of your head.

"Okay, Chris. I get that your upset, but can you please release her from your grasp for 3 fucking seconds?" Nick asks.

"Oh, Nick be nice. I think it's sweet," Mary Lou states, showing Chris a small smile.

"Mom, you may think it's cute now, but you don't realize that this is an every single day occurance," Matt chimes in, backing Nick up.

Chris walks you to the door after you say a final goodbye to everyone. He wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your neck. He gently grabs your chin and places a longing kiss to your lips.

"I love you," he somehow manages to mutter.

"I'll see you, tomorrow. I love you," you say before walking out of the door. Despite your words, you knew that your night would end with you asleep in Chris' bed.

You sat at your house for hours, bored out of your mind. There was no Chris to keep you entertained. You could detect the feeling of your skin being left untouched. His text messages could only do so much.

You willingly take an Uber to Chris' house, not wanting him to see your car there, hoping to prank him. You sit on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to arrive. Eventually, the front door creaks open and Chris calls your name. The sound of 3 pairs of footsteps head towards your direction and you can hear Chris, Nick, and Matt talking.

"Chris she isn't here," Matt says.

"Yes, she is."

"Chris you are fucking insane," Nick replies.

Suddenly the door busts open and the three men enter the room. Matt and Nick's eyes grow wide when they see you.

"I knew it," Chris says, a huge grin taking over his face. "Get your ass over here."

You slowly start to walk towards Chris. He speeds up the process by grabbing your arm and yanking you towards him. His hands slide under your pajama shorts and squeeze your ass roughly as he hungrily kisses your lips. He seems like he's been starved for attention.

"That is disgusting. Let's get the fuck out of here," Nick says pushing Matt out of the room before stepping out himself, slamming the door behind him.

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Day 5

You feel something brush across your collarbone. Then something touches your jaw. Now your cheek. There's pressure on your lips.

You flick your eyes open and see Chris on top of you, peppering you with kisses to wake you up.

"Goodmorning," he says continuing to kiss your body. "Nick and Matt left so we get to spend the morning together."

"Okay," you say, smiling up at Chris.

You softly kiss his lips before he turns over. He pulls you on top of him and you nuzzle up to him quickly.

His hand gently massages your head, and your hand runs up and down his abs.

His hand draws patterns on your back while you twirl his hair around your finger.

Your thumb grazes across his stubble while his fingers slide back and forth in the waistband of your shorts.

The two of you stay in bed for hours, soaking in the presence of each other as you touch one another in any way that you can.

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Day 6

Chris asks if Nick and Matt will have a game night with you two. After lots and lots of convincing, they finally agreed. Chris had his heart set on Twister, for whatever reason. Matt chooses to hold the spinner for the first round while you, Chris, and Nick play.

“Alright guys, left foot on blue,” Matt says.

The game doesn’t go smoothly for very long. After just a few more directions, you, Chris, and Nick are all intertwined with each other.

“Right hand green.”

As you reach for the green dot, you slip, pulling Chris down with you.

“Nick wins,” Matt says laughing at the flailing limbs on the ground.

“Yes! Give me that fucking spinner,” Nick replies, snatching it out of Matt’s grasp.

You, Chris, and Matt prepare to take your turn.

“Right foot red,” Nick says, starting the three of you off.

After a few more rotations, Matt falls on his elbow, leaving just you and Chris. He gives you a competitive sneer.

“Left hand yellow.”

You are now on all fours with you head under Chris’ torso. He is straddling your body with both of his hands on the left side of your hip.

“Right hand red.”

You move your hand and your back arches as you stretch to reach the circle. Your head is now directly between Chris' kneecaps. As Chris moves his hand, his face is placed right at the top of your arch, staring directly at your ass.

“Hey, maybe we should try this position tonight,” Chris jokes.

Matt’s eyes go wide and Nick screams.

“WHATTTTT?! Christopher you are fucking sick. I am not playing this game with you anymore. You need help and now SO DO I,” Nick says, dropping the spinner. Matt starts to make his way out of the room and Nick follows right behind him.

Chris hits the floor as he begins to laugh, rolling onto his back.

“I win,” you say, straddling him before leaning down to meet his lips.

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Day 7

You and Chris had planned to meet your friends at the movies. You were really liking how touchy Chris was being, given his reward. It is for sure that you didn't want him to stop anytime soon, even though this would mark 7 days of you losing the bet. To ensure that Chris would be extra touchy, you decide to wear a more revealing outfit; a low hanging top with the tiniest jean skirt that you own. You meet Chris in the living room. When you enter the room, you find him sitting on the couch, his phone in his hand. The sound of your heeled shoes grabs his attention but doesn't hold it for long. You give him a spin and his jaw hits the ground.

"I am so glad I won this bet. There is no way I would've survived if you decided to dress like that and wouldn't let me touch you."

You can practically see the drool coming out of his mouth.

"Well, what are you waiting for then?" you question, walking over to him, coming to a stop between his legs. He looks up at you from his seated position. You can see the want in his eyes. He slides both of his hands under the back of your skirt. Your thong didn't cover much. Chris gently squeezes your, almost completely bare, ass under your skirt. He throws his head back as he swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He brings his head back forward and rests his forehead on your stomach.

"You know what? Maybe we should just stay home," Chris suggests.

You pick his head up by sliding your finger under his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes.

"No. We can't do that. Our friends are waiting on us," you say seductively, gently pulling down his lower lip with your thumb.

You begin to slowly back away from him and walk towards the door, dramatically swaying your hips. You pull out some lip gloss from your bag, purposefully dropping it on the floor.

"Come on, Chris."

You turn to look at him before bending over to retrieve your lip gloss, revealing the thong underneath of your skirt. You stay in that position until Chris makes his way over to you. As he smacks your ass, you stand up, leading him out of the door.

"You just wait until we get back home," he says with trouble written all over his face.

Before heading into the theater, you make sure to grab a blanket from your car, knowing that your legs will get cold. Chris places his hand in your back pocket as the two of you walk to meet up with your friends. You hit up the snack bar, grabbing some popcorn and two Pepsis. As the group files into the theater, Chris makes sure that the two of you go first. He wants you to sit in the end seat. You sit down, draping the blanket over your legs. The two of you chat with your friends while you wait for the movie to start. Eventually the lights dim, and everything goes quiet.

Throughout the entire movie, you are desperately trying to get Chris' attention. You begin to slide your leg up and down Chris'. You can see him trying to keep his composure. You then glide your hand onto his thigh, rubbing it gently. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You remove your hand from Chris' leg and grab some popcorn. You can see Chris turn to you from the corner of your eye. You need him. Bad. You begin to eat the popcorn gradually, piece by piece. You provocatively take the popcorn into your mouth, pulling in each piece carefully with your tongue. You look at Chris, making eye contact. After the last few pieces slide into your mouth, you slowly take your fingers into your mouth, one by one. After licking the mixture of butter and salt off of each finger, painfully slow, you let your tongue graze across your lips and release a soft hum. You place your hand back on Chris' thigh and face the big screen once again. Chris' eyes are still fixated on you. You trail your hand up his leg, getting closer and closer to his dick. You barely graze over it with your pinky. Chris pulls you even further into him.

"What're you doing?" he murmurs.

"Nothing," your eyes never leave the screen.

"You look too good to be doing this right now," he says kissing your temple tenderly.

"You think I look good?" you ask, turning to finally look at him.

"Without a doubt."

You lean into Chris' ear, letting them rest of your fingers meet your pinky.

"And what're you going to do about that?" you question, pulling away from his ear.

"Take the fucking popcorn," Chris mutters lowly, pushing the bucket into your hands.

He slides his hand under your blanket, immediately feeling the wetness pool between your legs. Without hesitation, he moves your thong to the side and dips his fingers into you, curling them right into you G spot. You walls pull him in and you start to squeeze your legs together, searching for more pressure. You grip onto the popcorn bucket, shoving some into your mouth to drown out the sounds of your whimpers. You begin to squirm around in your seat slightly. Chris speeds up his pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you. You start to bounce one of your feet up and down. You take one hand off of the popcorn bucket and grasp onto the arm of your chair, squeezing tightly as you feel your insides tighten. Luckily, a joke was just made in the movie, earning a laugh from the crowd. You were discreetly able to let out a low moan as you came onto Chris' fingers. He pulled them out of you and grabbed some popcorn out of the bucket. He watched you catch your breath as the buzz died down. He then tossed the pieces of popcorn into his mouth, making sure to lick the remnants of you off of his fingers after he was done. He shakes his head as his tongue pokes against his cheek, a scoff falling from his lips.

"Just wait 'til we get fucking home."

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chris sturniolo x reader

warning : mentions of fire, fan attacks (really light)

first dinner

in which, chris meets your parents for the first time over dinner

“You’re gonna be amazing,” you say softly, tucking your legs under you as you talk on FaceTime. You watch Chris nervously fiddle with his curls in the front camera.

He groans. “Why do I feel like I’m walking into a final interview?”

“Because you want this to go well,” you say. “And because my dad sounds like a villain when he asks questions.”

Chris grins, but it’s shaky. “Your mom scares me more, honestly. She has that whole sweet-but-knows-if-you’re-lying vibe.”

“She likes people who speak from the heart.”

“Oh. So I’m screwed.”

You laugh, but your voice lowers a little. “Chris… they’ll love you. I love you. That’s gotta count for something.”

He finally looks directly at the screen. “It counts for everything.”

⸻

He shows up just before dinner, wearing a clean gray hoodie under a black jacket—casual, but thoughtful. His curls are tucked under a beanie, but you can see he’s nervous by the way his foot taps the porch.

You open the door and immediately pull him into a hug.

“You got this,” you whisper. “And you look so good, by the way.”

He kisses your forehead, then leans in and kisses you again, slower this time, thumb brushing your jaw like he’s grounding himself with you.

“I love you,” he says against your lips.

You smile. “You’re about to say that in a house where my dad keeps literal baseball bats by the door.”

“Worth it.”

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Dinner is calm. No fires. No ceiling fans attacking. But the weight is still there.

Your mom’s warm, but watchful. Your dad’s polite—but firm in every question.

Chris talks honestly about his brothers. About growing up with Nick and Matt, how they always had this unspoken thing between them—like they knew they were meant to do something together.

“We didn’t know what at first,” Chris says, glancing at you when he speaks. “But we started with small videos. Being ourselves. Talking about life. Making people laugh.”

Your dad sips his water. “And that’s a real job now?”

Chris nods, eyes calm but clear. “It is. We moved to L.A. together to figure it out. We didn’t know what we were doing at first, but… we stuck together. We grew something. And now it’s not just a job—it’s our whole world.”

You squeeze his hand under the table. He doesn’t flinch.

“I know it’s not traditional,” he adds, “but I’m proud of it. And I’ve never worked harder for anything in my life.”

Your mom raises a brow. “What happens when that slows down?”

Chris thinks for a second. “Then I pivot. I keep building. I’ve learned how to stay grounded—even when everything feels uncertain.” He glances at you again. “Especially because of her.”

You can feel the blush spread across your cheeks.

Your dad watches him. “That’s good to hear. Because she’s the kind of girl who needs someone who’s solid.”

Chris nods. “I know. And I want to be that.”

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Later, while you’re helping your mom in the kitchen, Chris steps out with your dad. You watch from the doorway as they talk on the back porch.

You can’t hear much—but you see Chris standing tall, hands in his jacket pockets, nodding respectfully. Not shrinking. Not joking. Just being real.

When he comes back in, you wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek.

“What’d he say?” you whisper.

Chris looks down at you, eyes soft. “He said if I hurt you, he knows where to bury me.”

You burst out laughing. “Sounds like him.”

“But he also said…” Chris swallows, a rare flicker of emotion in his voice. “He said I’m a good man. That he can see it.”

You reach up and kiss him full on the mouth this time—longer, deeper, hands slipping into his curls. He breathes you in like it’s the only thing anchoring him.

“You are a good man,” you murmur. “Mine.”

He rests his forehead against yours. “You don’t know how much that means.”

“I think I do.”

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When Chris leaves later that night, your dad shakes his hand. Your mom gives him a hug with a small, real smile.

And when the door shuts behind him, you catch your parents exchanging a look. A real one. No eye rolls. No concern.

Just understanding.

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In the car, Chris calls you five minutes later.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“I know it wasn’t, like, dramatic. No ceiling fan attacks this time. But… that was the biggest night of my life.”

You smile so wide your cheeks hurt. “You did perfect.”

He’s quiet for a second.

“I don’t just love you,” he says softly. “I see a whole life with you. Tonight made me want it even more.”

You press your hand to your chest.

“I want it too.”

“Good,” he breathes. “Now I just gotta survive Thanksgiving.”

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bf!chris for yall !! enjoyyyyyy

also i haven’t done chris in a minute lololol was stuck on dad!matt and baby riley

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mirror, mirror

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chris sturniolo x reader

contains: fluff, sexual innuendos

! this fic is inspired by ‘ congratulations ‘ by mac miller 🙃 !

y/n sat in front of the mirror as she removed her makeup, she had a long day, stressed as always.

everyone and their mother told her that college wasn’t going to be easy, especially in the law field. between the bar exams and the constant stress of trying to be the best, y/n often felt herself constantly having a weight on her shoulders, a weight that only chris could take off.

so taking this time to herself to sit and listen to music and unwind was important to her, made her feel grounded in the moments where chris couldn’t be there, he was currently live streaming on twitch with matt, playing a ridiculous amount of fornite, so in order to pass the time she decided to wind down.

as she wiped the last of her mascara she felt a presence behind her, she glanced up in the mirror to see chris leaning against the door way, his arms crossed and a big ol’ grin on his face.

he stood there effortlessly, his hair was messy, covered with the hood of his grey hoodie and his blue flanneled pajama pants hung just below the waist band of his boxers, “hey pretty,” chris smirked gently

y/n gave him a small smile through the mirror, “hey,” she breathed out

chris made his way towards her, standing behind her, his hand against her jaw as she stared in the mirror,

“such a beautiful girl..” chris mumbled, he leaned down and sat his chin on her shoulder, looking in the mirror, “my beautiful girl.” chris spoke with a smirk

y/n felt a shiver go down her spine, she bit her bottom lip and chuckled softly, “you’re such a flirt” y/n brushed off while shaking her head,

“ ‘m serous, ma, you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen” chris spoke as he turned her head to face him, her face between his thumb and pointer finger, “you seem stressed” chris mumbled, “what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

y/n sighed, “just..a long day” she spoke with a small pout, “feels like i haven’t been able to relax all day”

chris huffed, “you worried about that damn exam, huh?”

y/n tilted her head at him, he could always read her like a book, “yeah..a bit” y/n spoke gently

“listen to me..and listen to me good, you’re gonna be the best damn lawyer there is, okay? fuck it, i might just get in trouble on purpose so your fine ass can defend me” chris spoke giving her a reassured look. y/n couldn’t help but smile, “you really mean that?”

chris scoffed, “do i ever lie?”

y/n playfully rolled her eyes, “no..no you don’t”

chris gave his girlfriend a small smirk, a knowing look, his hands trailed down to her shoulders and rubbed them gently, “but hey, i think i know just the way to help you relax” chris hinted,

y/n giggled and playfully rolled her eyes, “all you ever think about is sex”

chris softly chuckled, “oh well, you know me so well.”

: shay speaks!

💌: hi cuties!! i hope you enjoy this short little blurb! i’m so excited to keep writing, any advice or tips is very much appreciated ❤️