#christopher sturniolo fan fic

[jazminrhode1]

I've Loved You My Whole Life Matt Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: You and Matt are best friends but, there might be some underlying feelings between you both.

Word Count: 677 words

Matt sat beside you tracing gentle spirals on your back as you facetimed back home to your mom. She always missed you when you were away but, knew you were safe when you were with Matt.

She was catching you up on your brother’s soccer tournament and your Dad's trip to Vermont. He had gone with some friends on their annual weekend away and you knew your mom missed him a lot.

Before you hung up, she said to Matt, “Take care of our girl.” Matt laughed, digging his chin into your shoulder. “Always,” he promised.

You and Matt had been best friends since elementary school. He was the first person you called in the morning and the last text you sent at night.

When you were too scared to skate on the ice at your 8th birthday party, he took your hand and made sure that you didn’t fall. When you broke up with your first boyfriend who you thought that you’d marry someday, Matt was there to pick up the pieces. Whenever you called, he was there.

As you drove to McDonald's to grab something to eat, he laced his fingers through yours. It was this kind of simple shit that none of your boyfriends could ever seem to do. He opened the door, he paid for your meal and when you decided you didn’t want the Dr Pepper you ordered, he swapped his drink just to make you happy.

Matt was always a ‘let’s fix this’ type of person. Even when you disagreed or argued about stupid little things, he never left until you sorted it out. He would always be down for uncomfortable conversations if it meant you were still friends in the end. There was nothing more comforting than knowing you could be yourself around him.

As you sat on the couch, you laid your head on his chest. He was the only person who could make your heart still when your anxiety was out of control. He played with your hair mindlessly as you watched Spongebob together. It was moments like this that you had missed since he moved to LA.

In the morning, he woke you up with a coffee from Starbucks. He had let you stay in his bed and he was bunking with Chris. Chris didn’t mind, he liked the company. You sometimes felt like he missed Matt when you were around, though he never said that.

As you walked down the esplanade with your ice creams in hand something about it seemed different. Something about the space between you felt more fragile but, you couldn’t put your finger on it. He caught your gaze and just smiled; he locked eyes with you for a little too long to be just friends.

Everyone could see how much the two of you loved each other. It was hard for you to put into words. You loved him in ways that you had never loved anyone else. He was your person. Something about him made you feel a little more alive and a little less lost.

As you sat on the bench looking out at the water, he tucked your hair behind your ear and ran his hand down your back. It was in those moments of intimate understanding that you felt the most seen. The little things that he did let you know that he loved you too.

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side to block you from the wind. His lips pressed against your temple; your fingers tracing circles on his thigh. This was love, wasn’t it? Didn’t the Buddhists say 'If you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that's not the one. When you meet your 'soul mate' you'll feel calm.' This was love, wasn’t it?

You turned to face him and looked up into his eyes, “Do you believe the universe fights for two souls to be together?”

A smile spread across his face as he replied, “I don't know about the universe but, I know that I have loved you for my whole life.”

[hoesformatt]

SIT ON IT.

chris smut, ykwtfgo

dom!chris • poc!reader friendly

contains: FAT-ASSED READER, semi-public sex (in a gathering), reversed cowgirl, large gathering (not really party) type setting, pet names, no use of y/n, lots of touching/groping

semi-proofread ✍🏾

word count: 0.9k

No seats on the couch. Big gathering. Rando’s I don’t know. Friends. Matt—occupied, Nick—also occupied, so where’s Chris? I searched for Chris throughout the gathering until my legs were already tired from walking around. I just gave up and went towards the couch again to find a seat again just to see Chris.

I scurried forwards as I saw him manspreading across the couch seat. He had eye contact with me, signalling to come closer till I was bowed down in-front him.

I light grasped my jaw to put his lips on my ears “Where have you been, I’ve looking for you” Real funny, cause I was about to say that.

“Me too, I need to find a chair or a seat ASAP, I’m tired as fuck” He grabbed arm as he looked around the room for an empty place but there was no luck, Chris sat back still holding my arm as he pulled me in even closer. “Sit on my lap”

Bitch what? I was confused, I knew I wasn’t drunk, I barely had one Twisted Tea but I think I was being deceived. “What you say?” I asked.

“Sit on my lap” I wasn’t wrong. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, Chris is definitely one of my friends that are fine as fuck, I wouldn’t know how to act if I sat on his lap. “I’m cool, it’s okay” I declined his offer.

“Just sit, you’re obviously tired and what’s the problem?” I pace my eyes across the room before I give in, because I’m not about to tell him ‘Hey Chris I don’t want to sit on your lap cause I lowkey, high key want to jump on your dick.’ No.

I pulled down my mini-skirt which half of my ass was going to fall out of regardless. Sitting down on his left leg, I still refused on sit on his lap, I just wasn’t going to do it “Shit I didn’t realize how big your ass is” He chuckled.

Am I tweaking?

It was kind of uncomfortable and I found myself shifting on his knee often. As I looked back at him and he locked eyes with me “Sit on it” Chris demands. I finally stopped being stubborn and I sat directly on his lap and he adjusted by bucking his hips up towards my ass, feeling Chris under me.

Making sure we were both comfortable I began to move alot more as people brought drinks to the table and I just took a soda then jumping back on his crotch accidentally sitting a little too hard.

A moan escaped his mouth and I realised what I did in that moment. Chris’ hardness grew underneath me, he and I both what I did. “Fuck, I asked you sit not to give me a lap dance.”

“I can get off if you need me to”

“And let everyone see that you gave me boner? Why don’t you help me” Chris proposed

I was flattered and horny, the way he was whispering in my ear with that low voice of his. I wasn’t going to miss the chance to fuck my crush.

“You wanna get a room?” I turned to face him

“I mean… You could just ride me right here” He shrugged, It was risky but why the fuck not, nobody is going to check us. Chris asked one of his friends to give him one of the smaller blankets that was just hung around the end of the L couch.

Chris put it over us, pulling my skirt up and I held the front of my skirt to lift my ass up from his crotch and hover a little bit so he could take his dick out his pants and so I could move my thong to the side.

I extended my neck back to watch his twitching cock fling out of his jeans. He aimed his dick towards my warm entrance pulling me down to sit completely on his dick. I zipped my mouth shut struggling to stay quiet around these people, even though everybody in the room were talking and it was loud.

He held my waist hoisting me up onto his cock slowly not even stopping to look around to see if anyone was watching us.

Chris’ cock is lengthy, I expected it but nothing could’ve prepared me for all it. I was being filled to the brim with him hitting all my right spots.

I spit small whines and whimpers repeatedly struggling to keep quiet, his hands slipped up groping my boobs as I moved at a quicker speed but still not trying to make seem too obvious.

“Fuck— Oh my— Fuck” Chris’ moans are quiet but I hear him because his lips were touching my ear. I slid on his lap, taking everything in my body to stop myself from just stripping off this blanket and bounce on his dick until my pussy go numb.

“Chris— I’m gonna fucking cum” I bounced just a bit as I chased my high, Chris held my hips thrusting up making my ass clap a few times “Shit, you gonna cum with me mama?” I nodded while my ass recoiled for the last few times before his liquids filled me up and he pulled out of me.

“We gotta be alone the next time”

tags: @chrisenthusiast , @miguelsangel , @lunariaxzz ,@thesturniolos , @angelic-sturniolos111 , @littlebookworm803 , @79sturniolo , @alinaa131 , @sturniolopowers @mattslolita @luv4kozume @sturniofilmd @sturniolooooo @urmom2fresh @chrissturniolosbitch

[kiibichio]

SAY IT ✩ C. STURNIOLO

OVERVIEW ;; last time you and your boyfriend, chris, had sex, his brothers heard you, you two played it off and managed not to get caught. but ever since, you’ve been insecure about your volume.. so you try to hide your noises, but chris fixes that.

CONTAINS ;; dom ! chris, sub ! reader, no use of y/n, begging kink (?), hella praise

mora speaks ;; so i was listening to say it by tory lanez and i thought abt this fic . then it left my mind 😭 THEN i saw an EDIT OF CHRIS to the song and i knew i just had to get this done. SO HERE WE AREE !! ENJOY 🙏🏾 (btw we jump straight into the story so buckle up)

date published ;; 3.20.24

not proofread

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4:11 pm

chris slams his lips onto mine while grabbing my hips and positioning me so im straddling him.

“god, baby..” he mumbles onto my mouth, “ive been waiting to do this since you got here..”

i came over to my boyfriend, chris’, house to visit my him and my friends (nick and matt). although they left about 20 minutes after i got here. claiming they were ‘getting food’ but they would probably be a while considering they never come straight back home. chris immediately took his chance and dragged me downstairs to his room eagerly. as soon as he got in he began taking his hoodie off and throwing on the floor, followed by mine. which brings us here.

after a good 5 minutes of making out, chris stops. he realizes he hadn’t gotten a sound out of me at all, which is odd because im usually the most vocal out of us two. this whole time it’s been ‘so good baby’ and ‘i missed you so much’ combined with small whimpers and quiet groans from chris. but none from me.

“hey, you’re real quiet. something wrong, ma? is it me?” he genuinely looks at me.

i sigh. there was something wrong.

“no, no! chris, baby, you did nothing wrong. you’re doing great. it’s just..”

“you can tell me. im here to listen and i won’t judge.” chris reassures me as he rubs my shoulder

“well.. it’s just- ever since that one time last week. you know, when matt and nick heard us?”

he nods, making eye contact with me.

“ive been thinking im too loud and extra… so im trying to change that. i don’t want to be an inconvenience to everyone else.”

which was true because who wants to hear me and chris fuck everytime we do. that’s also embarrassing to deal with. getting weird looks from your friends because of something that you’re were supposed to keep private, but couldn’t because of your volume? crazy.

he stares at me for a moment. did i say something wrong? then he chuckles.

“hey! what are you laughing for? i thought you said you wouldn’t judge.” i huff, pouting my lips and crossing my arms.

he throws his head back and continues to laugh, “baby.. are you serious? matt and nick aren’t even here right now.”

i look away from him, arms still crossed.

“hey. look at me, ma.” chris grabs hold of my chin and moves it, forcing me to make direct eye contact with him, “i do not care if my brothers hear us. i swear. i want everyone to know that you’re mine and im yours. i need to hear you say it. make all the noise you want, baby.”

“are you sure, chris?” i ask hesitantly

“100% positive”

he doesn’t let me respond again and immediately starts kissing me. he moves his hands up and down my body slowly, his left hand going to my ass and the right one moving to unclasps my bra under my shirt. he breaks away and his mouth travels towards my neck and chest area.

“mmh.. chris..” i whine.

“there’s my girl, keep those same pretty noises up for me while im inside of you.” he smirks against my collarbone.

he flips us over as to where im laying down on my back and he’s hovering over me. he starts moving his face downwards, leaving a trail of kisses on my stomach behind him. he hurriedly takes my pants and underwear off with one pull.

“ready, ma?” he breathes against my heat

“mhm..” i whimper

“louder, i can’t hear you.” he says teasingly

“yes, chris, please just touch me” i say, starting to beg, which i know he likes.

“whatever you say, princess.” he gives a sly grin before completely going down on me, eating as if this is his last meal.

“ohhh… fuckkkkk, just like that chris. keep going baby.” i moan loudly

chris smirks against me. hearing my noises is just turning him on even more. this makes him move his mouth faster. he loudly slurps and licks on me, trying to get more noises out of me as he lets his own out himself. my legs start to wriggle and close a bit, trying to get more pleasure. chris takes notice of this and holds them open and still with his left hand, his right being occupied with my clit, which he was toying with at a rapid pace.

“mmh.. taste s’good, baby. s’good.” he moans, face deep in my pussy, moving and hitting all the right places. he starts to quickly motion his tongue in and out of me. hands still on my clit and legs, holding them open.

“mghh.. yes, chris right there!” i yell out as my legs start shaking “b-baby, im about to-”

“do it. cum all over my face ma.” he mumurs

with one final flick of my clit, i burst and my juices start rolling onto chris’s mouth. he happily laps all of it up.

chris lifts himself up to give me a slow, heated kiss, making me taste myself on his tongue.

“you’re so good, princess. lets see if you can be even louder.” he smirks, winking at me.

he pulls his sweatpants down, his boxers following after. he gives himself a few pumps, spreading the precum all over his dick. chris looks up at me.

“ready, baby?” he asks, sweetly, lining himself up with me.

“yes, chris.. please” i whimper

he gives a small, silent chuckle at my begging before pushing himself all the way in me. he gives me a few seconds to adjust before slamming in and out of me.

“ohhh! oh my g-god…” i moan out

“yea, baby. say it. who’s making you feel like this?” he asks, relentlessly pounding into me

“you! fuckkkkk.. you chris. only y-you baby mmm..” i yell

all that’s heard now is the sound of squelching, coming from the spot where me and chris connect, moans, groans, whimpers and whines from the both of us, and skin slapping. a few moments later, he speeds up, now rapidly thrusting against me.

“chris! oh. shit shit shit shit. b-baby im close!” i warn, my legs starting to shake and my body starting to tremble under him.

“c’mon, baby. let it all out on me.” i can tell he’s close to by the way he tightens his grip on my waist and his thrusts get faster and sloppier.

“fill me up, baby. p-please.” i request.

that sentence alone makes him cum right there. and im close behind him, letting out a pornographic moan as i let my liquids out. chris’ thrusts slow down as he lets both of us ride out our high.

he pulls out and falls beside me as we take a few moments to breathe.

“that was great, baby.” he smiles at me, turning on his side so he can look at me.

“yea, you did amazing” i reply, giving him a smile as well

“im gonna go get a towel to clean us up.” he lifts himself up and makes his way to the bathroom. he returns with a damp towel and wipes me down. after that, we both get up to get dressed and make our way back to the living room. we put on a movie and wait for matt and nick to get back.

“ma.” chris looks at me.

“yes, baby?”

“do me a favor and don’t ever hide those pretty sounds from me again.” he says

“you got it baby” i laugh as i pull him and give him a soft kiss.

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mora speaks (again) ;; lmk if you guys enjoyed this oneee. i really liked writing because this is my first chris smut ‼️ ALSO MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO REQUEST AWAYYY. (might take me some time to do them but i will get to them !!) TOODLES <3

tag list ;; @sturniolos-blog @mayhem-72 @hearts4chris 🍵

[certifiednatelover]

Obsessed C.STURNIOLO

smt between a hc and one shot. its left on a cliff hanger. this is just an idea i had while i was in the bath 🎀

Warnings:GIRL IDK READ IT

You let out a sharp breath, opening the closet door and slipping yourself inside before closing it quietly. You let yourself fall into the floor, back sliding against the wall as you place your hand over your mouth, silencing your cries. Your vision is blurry as your body shakes, listening to the sounds of doors opening and Chris’ footsteps walking around until the door of your room opens.

“Y’know, baby. I’ve been watching you.” “Ever since you left me.” He almost sounds sad. You say silent, steadying your breathing as your body finally stills. But you’re not the only one who’s silent. Chris’ movements stopped, his voice nowhere to be heard. You let your hand drop onto your lap, closing your eyes as your head rests against the wall. He left.

Your heart bursts out of your chest as the closet door swings open, a scream escaping your throat as he grabs you, pulling you out of the small space. He forces your back against his chest, his arm wrapping around your throat as he shoves a cloth into your mouth. You feel dizzy. Everything goes black and you hear something, something like a voice. “Found you....”

Your body falls completely slack, the cloth forcing you into a deep slumber. You hear a dark chuckle from behind you as Chris lifts you up, tossing your body over his shoulder as he takes you back to your room. He lays you down on your bed, taking off the cloth from your mouth and placing it back in his pants pocket. He runs his fingers along your face, leaning forward and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“So beautiful." He hums, running one of his fingers along your bottom lip. "my little angel"

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“So you’re finally awake are you, baby~?” Chris laughs, tilting his head to the side as he looks at your bound, body. You’re tied up in his basement, your mouth taped shut and your limbs bound together. You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. He smiles at you, tilting his head slightly as he gets a good look at you. “I’ve always loved your eyes, baby. They’re just so beautiful.~” He hums, walking over to you and pulling the tape off your mouth.

Chris smirks, using one of his hands to remove the gag from your mouth, tossing it onto the floor. Your throat is dry and hoarse from the cloth which was shoved in your mouth earlier. He looks at your frightened expression, his lip twitching upwards into a smile again.

“Look at you…” He says, a tinge in his voice, “So pretty and innocent. So fragile." He says, his breathing getting heavier with the last word. "Fragile, delicate, beautiful... All mine..."

A/n:I NEED STALKER!CHRIS ASAPPP

Yours truly, R.A.Y.Č.E.K☆🍓𖦹🍒𖦹☆

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[sturnsbaby]

pls do one where chris and reader are fuckinf and he slams his dick into her to hard and she gets injured so tons of aftercare

Oh.. !

[assonyaa]

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[jazminrhode1]

They Call It Puppy Love Matt Sturniolo x Reader Headcanons

Summary: Matt is your childhood sweetheart.

Word Count: 332 words

Imagine you have known the boys since pre-k and have been dating Matt since middle school.

You've been to every single birthday party, they know your whole family and your moms are best friends.

Looking back, you had always had a crush on Matt and he had always had a crush on you.

Your parents have pictures of you both as toddlers holding hands and hugging one another.

In kindergarten, he asked you to be his girlfriend with a flower he picked from his front garden. Your parents laughed and commented on how sweet the two of you were.

In elementary school, you were the only one he caught with a kiss in Kisschasy and the only one he wrote a valentines card for each year.

In middle school, he asked again if you wanted to be his girlfriend. His friends all teased him when he'd walk down the hallway holding your hand.

At the beginning of your freshman year, your first kiss was with Matt after his team won their first lacrosse game of the season.

He was your first time and your first heartbreak after you broke up after your senior year.

When you got back together two weeks later he gave you his class ring and promised that he would never leave again.

When they went out to LA and you had to stay in Boston you missed him more than anything but, he knew exactly what to do to make your time apart less lonely.

Even though some of the fans wish they were in your place, they loved you two together.

Every Sunday that they were away, you would visit MaryLou and Jimmy to have Sunday dinner and a movie.

When they came back from LA, your house was the first stop that he made.

It never got easier when you dropped him off at the airport but, you knew he wasn't leaving you but choice but to do what he loved and you couldn't stop him.

[jazminrhode1]

Hi love so I was watching tiktok egg challenge like where the girlfriend cracking on the boyfriend head to see how he would react I was wondering if you could do that with Chris

Egg Challenge Chris Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: You prank Chris with the egg challenge.

Word Count: 445 words

You set up the camera and hit record.

“Babe,” you yell at Chris who is downstairs. You gesture to the camera as if they’re sitting in your kitchen, for them to keep your stupid little prank a secret. You couldn’t contain your excitement. 

“What are you doing?” Chris asked suspiciously as he walked into the room. He stopped out of frame as he scanned the ingredients on the kitchen island - 2 eggs.

“You wanna help me make brownies?” you asked with a smile. “Sure...” he replied hesitantly. He sensed you were up to something.

You took Chris’ hand and pulled him into the frame. He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed a kiss on your hairline.

“Do you have a recipe?” he asked as he looked around. “Yeah, we start with two eggs…” you replied, realizing you had no idea how to make brownies.

“Ok,” Chris said and he took an egg in his hand and cracked it into the bowl. “Here’s your egg,” he said, handing you the other one.

You burst out laughing before you had even smashed the egg on his forehead. Chris stood in place shocked, staring at you with his mouth hung open as you dropped its contents into the bowl.

“I’m sorry,” you said, trying to contain your laughter. He didn’t move.

As the remnants of the egg dripped off his forehead, he asked, “Were you trying to knock me out?”

“It wasn’t supposed to be that hard but, you moved,” you said as you started to wipe the egg off his face and shirt.

“Oh my - I’m dizzy as fuck, man,” he said. “Uh-huh,” you responded as you tried to get a clump out of his hair. “I can see like, 20 of you, bro” he replied. “Lucky you,” you replied with a wink.

As you placed the bowl in the kitchen sink he asked, “So this was all for your little TikTok?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face. You nodded as he pulled you into a hug. “I hope it was worth it,” he said as he pushed your hair out of your face and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you said as you leaned up for a kiss. He tapped on his forehead where you had cracked the egg and you placed a gentle kiss on the red mark it left behind.

“So, after all of your funny business I don’t even get brownies?” he asked, no anger or resentment lingering in his tone. He was a good sport and you didn't think he was going to be. “Baby, after that I will make you all the brownies you want,” you replied.

[jazminrhode1]

Ohhhhhhhhh my! Not me just reading every single one of ur fan fics in one go hahahaha! If you have time I was wondering if you could write one where Chris helps reader through a breakup?!

Cleaning Up The Mess Chris Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: Chris helps you through the initial stage of a breakup.

Word Count: 1029 words

“We’re over. It’s done,” he said before he walked out the door. He didn’t give you a reason, he just left.

You and your boyfriend had been dating for a couple of years and you had planned your whole future around him. You didn’t think that you would ever see him leave. You didn’t think you would ever be without him.

As you collapsed on the floor and pulled your knees to your chest, you unlocked your phone and texted Chris, “He broke up with me.” Your whole body ached as tears rolled down your cheeks.

You didn’t know what you were going to do now. Who were you supposed to call when something went wrong? Who was going to have a spare key when you locked yourself out? Who was going to hold you at night when your anxiety was through the roof? It was just you. You were on your own.

When Chris walked through the door, he didn’t expect to see you curled up on the floor. He dropped his keys and phone on the console table and rushed to your side. As he sat beside you, wrapping his arms around you, you tried to explain but you couldn’t get the words out. He held you close and let you cry. “I’m here, y/n,” he said, “I’m not going anywhere.”

When you could finally compose yourself, you wiped your face and ran your hand through your hair. You knew you looked like shit but, right now, you didn’t care. He kept an arm around you and his heart broke knowing that he couldn’t fix this.

You and Chris had been friends for years and he was always there when you needed him. You knew that he’d be honest with you and you needed that more than ever.

“Why?” you asked, he knew what you meant. “I don’t know. I don’t know why he left but, I know it’s not about you,” he said. “It’s not your fault that he couldn’t see just how incredible you are.”

You wiped a tear from your cheek as you said, “I wish it was.” He looked at you, confused. “I wish I was enough for him to stay.”

You saw the heartbreak in Chris’ eyes and felt guilty for telling him that. You felt bad for burdening him with your problems. But, the truth was, if he wasn’t there you would have remained on the floor and you weren’t sure how long you would have stayed there.

Chris scooped you up and walked you through to the kitchen, sitting you down on the barstool and getting you some water. You pushed it away and slouched down on the bench, burying your head in your elbow as he pulled out a can of soup and began to heat it on the stove.

He glanced back at you every now and then as his chest began to get tighter. He couldn’t stand seeing you heartbroken like this.

He sat with you as you forced spoonfuls of soup into your mouth. You knew he watching to make sure that you actually ate. When you looked at him, he just smiled and rubbed your back comfortingly. Just having him there eased the pain ever so slightly.

When you were done, he took the bowl and washed the dishes left in your sink. “Thank you,” you whispered forcing a smile. “I got you,” he replied.

You dragged yourself from the kitchen stool over to the couch and slumped into the corner with a blanket. Chris joined, grabbing the remote, and asked, “What do you want to watch?” You just shrugged as he scrolled through Netflix trying to find something that wasn’t a love story.

You were thankful for Chris even if you couldn’t find the words to say it now. He was your knight in shining armor, your hero in Let’s Trip merch. When you met him, he was screaming at a party and you never thought he’d be the one to get you through a breakup.

You let out an exhausted sigh and Chris turned to look at you. “Are you tired?” he asked and you nodded you head. He got to his feet and helped you up. He kept an arm around your waist and he walked you to your room.

“Jump in the shower,” he said, “you’ll feel better.”

It was the last thing that you wanted to do but, you knew that he was right. There was nothing that a hot shower couldn’t fix even temporarily.

As the water was running, Chris took it upon himself to start packing your ex’s things. He stuffed them into a garbage bag and was almost done when you walked in.

“Sorry,” he said with the bag in his hand, “I didn’t think you’d want to see his stuff. I can put it back…” “No,” you cut in, “I don’t want to see it.”

He nodded as he put the bag in the hall. When he came back you were frozen in the same spot. “Come on,” he said, nudging you gently forward. You climbed in on your side, pulling the blankets up to your chin.

The bed felt cold, empty, soulless as you tried to get comfortable. You couldn’t. You resigned to the idea that you would never sleep again.

“Are you going to be ok?” Chris asked, hanging by the door.

You nodded ever so slightly, your head felt like it weighed a tonne. “I’m gonna be right out there if you need anything, OK? I can stay as long as you want,” he said.

As he turned around, the words slipped off your tongue, “Can you stay with me?”

He turned back to face you, unsure if he should. The look on your face changed his mind. You didn’t want him, you wanted company; you didn’t want to be alone. He climbed on top of the covers and moved in behind you. You pulled his arm around you, holding his hand against your heart. He rested his head against yours.

You didn’t know how long it was going to take you to feel okay again. You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring but you thanked god for friends like Chris. He wasn’t the one to break your heart but, he was the one helping to heal it.

[jazminrhode1]

okay so this could be the weirdst requeust ever but i went to a wedding on the weekend and it got me thinking like what if you wrote a father of the bride speech from Jimmy to his daughter? like a need a really good cry so, go as hard as you can ahhahaahaa ! I love your writing so so much (i see people say that all the time) but thought this could be different than just a story. you don't have ot though, up to you xox

Father of the Bride Speech Sturniolo Triplets x Sister One Shot

Summary: The speech I think Jimmy would give if he had a daughter.

Word Count: 800 words

Author's Note: Such a cool request - thank you! I don't know if this is what you were looking for but, it was certainly fun (and sad) to write x

Jimmy had spent the whole wedding dinner outside practicing his speech. As he stood in front of a room full of friends old and new, he felt overwhelmed by the love that they all shared for his daughter.

He gripped onto the podium to stop his hands from shaking and took a deep breath.

"When MaryLou and I found out that we were having a girl, I panicked. I panicked because I grew up in a house with just boys and I didn’t know how to raise a little girl. Hell, I barely knew how to talk to girls before I met my wife.

When I pictured my future as a father, I saw Justin, Nick, Matt, and Chris. I pictured boys. Maybe not triplets but, I pictured boys. I pictured taking my boys golfing. Taking my boys fishing. Watching the game on Sundays. That’s all I knew. I didn’t know anything about what it meant to raise a girl.

Now, if you know anything about my boys, you know that they don’t love golfing. You know it’s a task to get them out fishing. They were never home on Sundays to watch the game with me. But, my girl was."

Jimmy pulled the handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed away the tears that were rolling down his cheeks before he continued, even as his voice shook.

"I spent 9 months panicking about bringing a little girl into the world but, from the second the nurses handed me my baby wrapped in her little pink blanket, I spent the next 27 years dreading the day that I had to give her away.

Because let me tell you what it means to be a girl dad. Being a girl dad means you fall in love all over again. Being a girl dad means you get to slay dragons to save the princess. Being a girl dad means you get to squeeze into pretty dresses and get your makeup done. It means you have a ballerina, a soccer player, a debater, a painter, a pianist, a boxer, a black belt, a cheerleader, a skateboarder, a dirt bike rider, a basketball captain, a golfer, a fishing buddy, a best friend and so much more.

But, being a girl Dad also means that one day you put her down and you don’t pick her up again. You start dropping her off around the corner from the school gate. She gets her license and you spend countless nights hoping that she gets home safe. She dates some loser in freshman year that breaks her heart and there isn’t enough you can do about it.

Being a girl dad means that your heart resides outside of your body. It means that one day you’ll drop her off at college in another state and cry the whole plane ride home. It means that one day some boy she met at a dive bar in Cancun will come knocking on your door and ask you for her hand in marriage. One day, you have the most important decision to make. Is this boy good enough for my daughter?

I realized when Jack was sitting at my kitchen counter that it wasn’t my decision to make. She will always be my baby but, she isn’t my property. And no matter how much I wish she was still that same little girl who couldn’t cross the road without holding my hand, I know that I have raised a strong-willed, independent, loving, kind, intelligent, beautiful, won’t-take-shit-from-anybody kinda girl."

Jimmy turned to face the bride and groom with tears in his eyes and spoke directly to his son-in-law.

"So, to you, Jack. Man to man. I am so glad that it’s you. I’m so glad that she chose you. I know that you love my daughter, I see it every single time you look at her. There is nothing I can say, no gift I can give to thank you for making my daughter as happy as you do. All I hope for you, Jack, is that when the time comes for you to become a father, you too are blessed with a daughter just like mine and then you’ll understand just how lucky you are."

His voice broke as he stepped away from the mic to compose himself before he continued.

"And to my baby… By some cosmic stroke of luck in this lifetime, I got the greatest gift of all in being your Dad. I am so proud to be your father, you have been such a gift to me, you bring so much joy into my life and I love you so much more than you could ever imagine. So, thank you, sweetheart, for being everything that I never knew I always needed in my life."

Jimmy raised a glass to the newlyweds as he finished his speech.

"And to you both, I wish you a lifetime of happiness. I cannot wait to bear witness to the life that you build together and know that Mom and I will be here to love, cherish, and support you on the wonderful journey that lies ahead."

As the crowd erupted in applause, Jimmy crossed the room to the newlyweds. He pulled Jack into a hug and said, "Take care of our girl, son."

He then pulled his daughter into a hug, placing a kiss on her head, unable to find the words he wanted to say. She pulled away, looked up at him, and said, "You will always be my hero, Dad, and there is nothing I am more thankful for than for being your daughter."

[jazminrhode1]

Omgggg come back!! I have seen so much smut recently and I cannot dealllll :( Anywayyyy I was wondering if you could write something wedding themed totally up to you what you want, happy sad whatever I just literally finished your master list and need more lellll x Thank so much bby

The Big Day Chris Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: Heartbreak on your wedding day.

Word Count: 1375 words

Chris was sitting in the back of his parent's minivan that you had both spent countless nights in when you were teens. As they drove down the streets painted with memories of your younger years, his heart began to race.

“How are you feeling?” Nick asked from beside him.

Chris ignored the question and instead responded with, “Will you fix your fucking tie?”

MaryLou caught his eye in the rearview mirror and offered a gentle smile. You’re going to be fine, sweetheart, is what she wanted to say but, she refrained. Today was a big day and she knew that Chris wasn’t good at times like this.

As they pulled into the church parking lot, it was filled with faces from their past and strangers that somehow made the invite list. Surely half of these people were friends of your parents that not even you recall meeting over the years.

As Chris got out of the car, your younger brother ran over and pulled him into a hug. He was so much taller than Chris now. His voice had dropped an octave and Chris’ heart lurched as he recalled the 5 year old that would run down the driveway to greet him when he came over to your house.

Chris kissed your Mom on the cheek, shook your Dad’s hand, and gestured an awkward wave to people as he made his way inside. Matt and Nick followed closely offering silent apologies to people they didn’t even know. Surely your Mom had shown them pictures of you both when he was a scrawny teen and your hair platinum blonde.

Chris often thought back to the early days of your relationship and the promises that you made to one another. He always knew that he was going to marry you, there wasn’t anyone else in this world for him. He met you on the playmat at daycare when you were both 4 years old and he has been fighting his whole life for you.

Your parents laughed about the two of you growing up and falling in love. He would bring you flowers in elementary school, write your Valentine's Day cards in middle school, and finally worked up the courage to ask you out in sophomore year. It was like a love story that was always destined to be.

As he stood in the church beside his brothers, his palms began to sweat. Like the time he walked up to your front door to pick you up for your very first date or on prom night when he waited to see you in your dress for the first time. There were so many times that he waited for you with sweaty palms and shaky hands. There were so many times that you took his breath away.

He could hear the crowds filing into the church pews that were behind him. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground between his feet and clasped his hands together to stop them from shaking.

Matt placed a reassuring hand on his back as he whispered, “You got this.”

Chris forced a smiled as the organ began to play. It felt like the blood drained from his body when he heard the church doors open. Gasps and exclamations of how beautiful you looked set butterflies swarming in his stomach. 

His legs felt like they were going to give way and he did his best to stop himself swaying from side to side. Matt wrapped an arm around Chris’ shoulders to steady him as best he could. He knew this was a big day for his brother.

One by one Chris saw your bridesmaids take their place by the altar. They were all in blush satin dresses like you had always dreamt they’d be. When you were 16, talking about the kind of wedding you wanted, Chris would have never been able to imagine the picturesque fairytale unfolding before him. There was, however, one thing he knew for certain - he would have given you whatever you wanted.

As you walked down the aisle side by side with your Dad, the wedding march sounded more like a funeral procession. He locked eyes with your Mom as you passed by his pew and made your way to your soon-to-be husband.

It wasn’t until this moment that it sunk in for him that he had missed his shot. From the day that he met you, you became the main character in his story and even after you broke up, he always hoped you’d find your way back.

Even when he got the wedding invite in the post - the one he always thought would be from Christopher Sturniolo & Y/n - he pictured you calling it off and coming back to him. He pictured a phone call from his Mom saying y/n and that boy broke up. He pictured himself standing up when the preacher said speak now or forever hold your peace and professing his love for you. 

As he sat in the audience watching a beautiful nightmare unfold before him, he knew that he had missed his chance. You were marrying this guy that he hadn’t even bothered to learn the name of and, even if he did profess his undying love for you, he wasn’t sure that you still felt the same way.

As the ceremony came to an end and the crowds followed you out, Chris stayed in his seat for a while. Matt and Nick made their way back in to find him - their hearts broke for their brother.

Out of everyone, they knew all too well how difficult today was for Chris. They knew that, for him, you were it. They knew how heartbroken he was when you left. He had mourned, for years, a future that never got to unfold. 

In the bittersweet daydreams of ‘what ifs’ and ‘could haves’, Chris would take you by the hand and run back through time to when you first met. If he had his time over, he would do things differently and you would be taking his last name today.

Instead, he wiped the tears from his face and parted with his brothers. He made his way to the dimly lit daycare room at the back of the church. It was a little smaller than he remembered but, nothing much had changed.

The timeout chair that Nick spent every afternoon on was still facing the back wall. The stuffed animal that Matt would suffocate when he cried each time his Mom left still sat atop the bookshelf. The tables were still arranged in groups of four. The height chart was still stuck on the back of the door. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend that you were both hiding in the play tent or holding hands as you sat on the mat.

He heard the creak of the door open behind him. As he turned around he spat out, “I’m coming.”

It wasn't his parents or his brothers standing behind him as he had expected it to be. It was you. There you were. 

For a split second, he was standing across from you at the altar preparing to say 'I do' before reality slapped him in the face and brought him back.

With a smile, you said, “I’m so glad you decided to come.”

I really didn't want to. “Me too”, he lied.

“I just wanted to say thank you," you began as his eyes met yours, "I am who I am because you loved me when I couldn't love myself. I always thought that we'd end up together but, I guess we were made for other people.”

His heart shattered as tears formed in his eyes. I only exist for you.

"But, I will never regret you or us. You are so special to me and even though we grew apart, you were the best part of my younger years. So, thank you, Christopher Owen Sturniolo. I think I'll always love you," you said as a tear slipped from your eye.

He was unprepared for this conversation. He has so much to say but, none of it felt right.

"Thank you," he said, "I am so happy that you found the love that you deserve."

You took in a deep breath as you walked over and pulled him into a hug. His arms wrapped around you. You held onto each other a little too long for ‘just friends’ and a little too tight for ‘strangers’.

He patted your back as he pulled away. "I think your husband might be waiting for you," he said.

"Right", you replied as you wiped the tears from your eyes. As you headed to the door, you spun back toward him, "How do I look?"

His breath caught in his throat, "You look beautiful," he whispered, "he's a lucky guy."

You held his gaze a second longer before you slipped out the door and down the hall. Someone always has to be the first to leave and you never thought it would be you. 

Chris pulled out one of the toddler chairs, sat down, and dropped his head in his hands. Nick and Matt had been waiting for him in the hallway and rushed in after you left.

As Matt knelt down in front of Chris, for the first time in their lives he didn't know what to say to make his brother feel better. He wanted to take the heartbreak from his brother but, he couldn't. Chris looked up, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry," was all Matt could come up with, "I know how much you love her." Love not loved because he knew that Chris was scared that he would always love you and that he would search for you in every person that he met.

Matt and Nick helped Chris to his feet and pulled him into a hug. Sometimes there are no words that you can say to fix a broken heart.

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Tag list: @slaysturniolo

[jazminrhode1]

Hi from australia!!! Omg i love your writing so much. I'm about to graduate and am thinking to moving interstate to study (not very common here) and am so nervous about leaving my friends and family and though maybe you could write something about that? Like the triplets have a friend who leaves? Whatever you come up with will be amazing <3

Childhood Friends Sturniolo Triplets x Reader One Shot

Summary: You're friends with the Triplets and are moving away after graduation.

Word Count: 1040 words

Since you were young, you always dreamed of growing up and leaving Boston. The triplets were heading to LA, your friend Lexy was moving to London with her boyfriend and you were moving alone to New York.

Suddenly you’re standing at a going away party being held just for you. Your family, your childhood friends, and everyone who raised you is gathered to say farewell.

It is a bizarre thing to look at a place that has gifted you so many wonderful memories and so many wonderful people and still feel the pull to leave it behind. It’s strange knowing that this place will never be the same again, that time will take its toll, and that life here in Boston will inevitably go on without you.

As you hang out by the charcuterie board thanking everyone for coming, thanking them for the impact they had on your life and the love that they had shown you, you were doing your best to avoid the hardest goodbyes.

Since the first day of elementary school, you had been tied at the hip of your best friend Lexy and the Triplets. Most of your childhood was stored in suppressed memories that could only be unlocked by the smell of rain on the sidewalk and cookies in the oven, the texture of your old bedroom carpet, and the scar atop Matt’s eyebrow.

As the crowds began to leave and your parents began to pack up, you made your way over to the treehouse that you and Lexy had countless sleepovers in as kids. As you climbed up the ladder, you wondered if it was built for five 18-year-olds. You figured, if it fell, you’d have one final memory to reminisce on when you see them all again.

As you all sat on the carpet covered in spiderwebs and leaves, it fell heavy on your heart knowing that this was the last time you were all living in the same place. You wouldn’t ever live across the street from your best friend Lexy again. You’d never sneak out of your parent's house and walk the streets with Nick talking about nothing and everything. You’d never sit in your old room playing video games until the early hours with Matt. You’d never spend another night in that bed wondering if Chris ever did like you back.

“This is so weird,” Nick said breaking the silence.

“I can’t believe we’re all leaving,” Chris added.

“We all have to stay in touch,” Matt insisted.

“Definitely,” Lexy replied.

“When do you have to leave?” Chris asked with a sigh. You looked at your watch. You should have been on the road by now.

“I should probably get going,” you said as you stood up, helping Lexy to her feet.

“You can’t stay one more night?” she asked with a quiver in her voice. You just shook your head and pulled her into a hug. “I’m gonna miss you so much, Lex,” you said trying to keep your composure. “Thank you for being my friend,” you choked out.

Lexy was your person. She was your voice of reason, your biggest fan, she got you through high school. She was taking the best parts of you with her to London and you had no idea what you were going to do without her. 

You pulled away and wiped your eyes, turning to Matt who was biting his bottom lip. “Thank you for being someone I can always rely on,” you said. He let out a whimper as he pulled you into a hug. “I love you,” he responded. “I love you too.”

You and Matt both had your own struggles in school and it made it easier having someone who understood what you were going through. Most of the time you and Matt said nothing at all but, having him there was all that you needed. You weren't quite sure who you were going to turn to when your headspace got dark again. You were going to miss him.

Nick jumped to his feet and pulled you into his chest, “I love you so much, Y/n.” “I love you too,” you replied. You and Nick had already said everything that you wanted to say and you hoped that you'd never fall out of touch.

When you turned to Chris he had tears welling in his eyes. He reached out and took your hands in his. “I don’t know what to say,” he said as he forced a smile. “We don’t have to say anything,” you replied. He waited a moment before he said, “You suck a lot less than most people,” he said with a laugh. He wrapped his arms around you and for a moment you thought about staying and telling him how you felt. But you knew you’d regret it if you did. You knew that you had to leave.

After you packed your final bags and loaded the car there wasn’t much left to do. You hugged your parents goodbye on the same front porch that you’d all played on when you were kids. You pulled out of the driveway that you once pulled out of for the very first time as your parents gathered every ounce of bravery they had as they watched you leave.

This driveway, this house, this little neighborhood outside of Boston will never be quite the same again. Now, your childhood home becomes your parent's house that you visit every now and then. Your best friends become childhood friends that you see when you're back for the holidays. Your hometown becomes far more sentimental but, a little less familiar. It’s not that you thought the world revolved around you but, it’s a nasty shock to know that it will keep spinning without you there.

As you drive down the interstate reality starts to set in. You realize that you’ll meet new friends who will one day feel like old friends with memories and stories to share about a younger version of yourself that you still haven’t met yet. But, no matter how much time passes and how many memories are made, they will never quite feel like your childhood friends. There is something about these people that you just can’t replace.

[hoesformatt]

FAVOURITE BITCH

chris smut, this was the first thing I thought of when rubi posted that photo on the far-left on her story, she needs to let me get a bite of that ass 🍑

dom!chris • onlyfans model!poc!reader friendly

contains: masturbation (fem), use of toys (fem), spanking, degrading kink, reverse cowgirl, touching/groping, caught in the act, raw/unprotected sex (DON’T YOU EVER), drinking, pet names (use of daddy, whore, slut), no use of y/n, A WHOLE LOT OF DEGRADING

summary: you are staying with your bestfriends for the weekend but you have work to do so you decide to film in Chris’ bathroom where he walks in on you filming yourself and he puts matters in his own hands…

word count: 1.2k

semi proof-read

I switched up my outfit multiple times before I chose a skirt I like, it was extremely short, almost showing my thong.

“You like my skirt daddy?” I did a spin walking into the room as Chris’ eyes reverted to my ass that was peeking out the skirt. You know what they say: your skirt should be the same size as a belt.

Chris stared at my ass with no shame until I turned around and snapped him back to reality “How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me daddy” Ignored that part for the umpteenth time because I knew he secretly loves it. “And what are you even dressing up for?” Chris got curious with the length of the skirt arising from his seat to graze my thigh.

“Nothing” Oh I had something. I planned on filming a video in Chris’ bathroom since I wasn’t able to book a room on such notice and I was staying at his place with his brothers for the whole weekend. It was the perfect timing because Chris was going out to buy another reposado of Don Julio since this one was almost finished.

I took my time putting back on my yellow romper, slowly buttoning it up but leaving two of them unbuttoned.

“Gimme a shot daddy” Chris took a shot glass from the side table before I stopped him. “Pour it into my mouth” He held the bottle in his hand, hesitantly pulling me in from my neck. My mouth was wide open as Chris tilted the bottle.

I swallowed it all in two rounds and Chris was attracted by way I drank, thinking about how I’d look taking his cum. He closed the bottle with the cork after he poured a shot in his own glass. “You need to slow down with these drinks” I laughed at his statement “You know these drinks make me more freaky” Winking at him.

Matt pulled into the driveway, only entering the house to leave the juice and soda’s on the kitchen counter, yelling Chris’ name.

Chris scurried to get his things together as he was unprepared, racing out the room before Matt began to sass him. “We’re leaving!” The door shut close and I went into Chris’ closet where I put my suitcase, unzipping it to find my vibrator among my other toys in discrete bag.

Bringing my phone and toy into the bathroom where I posted up my device onto the floating shelf in-front of the toilet.

I pressed the button to turn on the video, flaunting my ass to the screen before I un-buttoned my romper to expose my bare tits and wet pussy to the camera. The romper fell on the ground as I sat on the toilet seat, opening my legs moving my matching yellow thong written ‘I wanna bone’ on it, to the side.

Turning on the vibrator to the lowest setting, I brought it to my clit making my breath hitch at the sudden stimulation. “Fuck Chris” I moaned silently, applying more pressure to clit.

I bit down on my bottom lip to suppress my moans, failing miserably. My wetness coated the head of the vibrator as I put it at a higher pulse setting, pressing it farther onto my cunt. I threw my head back, making guttural moans and forcing my legs to stay apart.

The thought of Chris flooded my mind while I touched myself, thinking about his mouth being between my legs instead of this toy. I heard a little sound of the bedroom door opening but I was close to my orgasm which kept me there moaning for my release.

The bathroom door then swung open that revealed Chris on the other side with a smirk on his face. “I leave for not even 5 minutes and you’re playing with yourself?” I paused as he shamed me “Go on. Touch yourself”, Chris shut and locked the door behind himself, taking the toy from me so I could use my fingers. I continued to insert my digit, Chris licked his lips watching me with hunger “You’re so fucking pathetic”.

I threw my head back as I forced my fingers deep, “You want me to touch you?” I nodded suggestively and Chris carried my naked body and the camera to the bedroom, throwing me onto the bed then propping up the camera.

I quickly got impatient as Chris got undressed and sat up against the headboard. I straddled his lap, rushing to take his cock out from his boxers, “Daddy you’re cock is huge” His girth is was so thick that I drooled “Such a dick deprived whore” Chris gripped my neck while he aligned his length to my soaked hole, leisurely lowering my hips upon his cock.

“Shitt” My wall tightened around him to the point where he was unable to enter me. His dick was too big to fit inside me. Chris grasped my waist, firm enough to bruise my delicate deep-caramel skin and he violently pulled me down on his hard length. “FUCK DADDY!” I screamed loudly letting Chris kiss my neck then my shoulder. My warm tears raced down cheeks, feeling the sudden ache of Chris’ length stretching me out.

He didn’t even let me adjust to his size as he thrusted into me, abusing my hole. “Please daddy, slow!” I begged in his hands with tears drying up and my pussy began to throb. Chris then got impatient and slowly began to pick up his actions.

Chris placed his thumb on my clit, grazing it while I bounced on his cock, “Fuck yes” Chris’ dick filled me up completely just how I like it. He chuckled watching me fuck myself with his length “Fucking whore”.

His degradation turned me on but I wanted to take control so I pushed him back upon the headboard to spin around and aligned his length to hole once again. The shaft slid in with ease because of my wetness.

My eyes saw my brain, as I jumped on his cock, the sounds of our faps echoed throughout the room while I proceeded to grip onto the headboard with Chris’ dick tear my pussy apart.

My g-spot felt abused in the best way possible, “You’re fucking me so good daddy” His eyes traced my perfect curvy body, wanting to touch every part of my body. I bounced on his cock hypnotically “Shit, you’re a fucking slut” Chris smacked my ass, sending a sting down my spine and making me moan.

“Your ass is so soft… Imagine how pretty it'll look with my handprint on it” He smoothly caressed my ass making a handprint on my ass and smiling at it. Chris picked up the phone from the bedside table, flipping the camera to film my ass recoiling with every jump. “Cum for me mama” My hip stuttered when my cum spilled over on length and dripping on his lower stomach. He easily pressed his thumb to put my cum back inside me.

My ass and his crotch were covered in sticky white liquids as Chris lifted me off his dick and began to stroke his cock in his other hand. I turned to face his lap and he roughly gripped my throat for his strings of cum to land on my face “Such a cumslut” He pushed the camera to my face that was lathered with semen.

“I’d post this shit for free to teach everybody to fuck a whore like you”

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[hoesformatt]

VACATION BAE

chris smut, i got this from the wenesday texas vlog (can you tell this is from a long time ago but I was just lazy) + WE ALMOST 100 AWAY FROM 2000?!?!

dom!chris • poc!reader friendly

contains: pet names, no use of y/n, touching/groping, making out, oral (m!receiving), semi-public sex, BACKSHOTS BABY, spanking

word count: 1k

I took myself into the random restaurant my best-friend decided to tumble in. I was hungrier than a bitch, and as we were being seated, I searched around the restaurant to see people getting plated food.

It’s our first day in Texas, and I was more than burnt out, and in the booth Alani was banging on the table in need of food. “I need food, I need food,” she chanted before a waiter came with water. We got impatient waiting to get our food taken, three boys waltzed into the return, then sat in a booth beside us.

They’re fine, I repeated in my head and my friend said aloud at the same time without hesitation, making me abruptly spin towards her as she spoke too loud.

“You can’t fucking lie." She never toned down her voice, and the brunette non-tattooed boy’s eyes paced to our table. Shit, he’s sexy as fuck I can’t deny that shit. He licked his lips with his eyes tracing my body, then smirked and looked up at the waiter approaching him. “I need him." Alani chuckled at my remark as the waitress finally came up to us.

Alani and I came up with the code name for him as ‘Booth boy’. Throughout the stay at the restaurant, I kept locking eyes with the blue-irised boy wearing jeans that resembled the colour of his eyes, and his rosy-tinted lips I desperately wanted on my pussy. To feel this way about a stranger that I just glanced at in a restaurant is crazy, but he was purposefully turning me on.

My panties became wet between my legs; the warm, soaking sensation felt on my heat after seeing him lift up his hips to manspread, and I couldn’t help but to peek at his crotch. I needed to take a walk. “I’m going to the washroom,” I said a bit loudly for her to hear me in the trance of her phone, and she acknowledged me while I got up to find the bathroom.

A waitress slid behind me. “Excuse me, where’s the washroom?” She pointed to doors opposite of each other, and I smiled at her with appreciation. I walked into the non-gendered bathroom as it was the closest, running in. Being faced with a mirror, I took the time to look at my appearance, applying lipgloss, until the door unexpectedly flung open.

Booth boy.

It was a one-room bathroom, so he must’ve seen me come in here. “I seen you in the booths— I’m Chris”

“Yeah, you're the fine one." He snickered at my comment, sauntering closer to me. “I could say the same about you." I flattered as Chris slipped his hands around my waist, pushing upon me without breaking eye-contact “What type of timing are you on though?" He deepened our contact.

“I’m in need of a vacation sneaky link." Chris’ lips curled into a smirk, lightly lifting me onto the sink, macking my shoulder, and pressing his bulge. “You’re a slut aren’t you? Coming out here wearing this small ass skirt”

Applying pressure toward my clit, making me moan loudly. “I’m a slut for you” He chewed on my lower lip, putting his hands under my shirt and un-clipping my bra. Chris sloppily kissed me and I tasted his plush lips “I want these beautiful lips around my cock” I nodded my head as I jumped off the sink to lower myself for my face to be lined up with the bulge in his jeans.

I tugged his boxers off making his cock slap my cheek and from there I spit on his throbbing tip, licking and teasing his slit “I can’t be anymore patient, mama” I forced my head to take in all of Chris’ inches in my mouth, jerking the base of cock in my hand.

Gaping up to see Chris’ face, he threw his head back, moving his hand to hold my head and push me further. “So good— mhmm just how I like it”.

Sloppily sucking his length, Chris’ dick was absolutely covered in his pre-cum and my saliva, the lubricant making it easier to cock to slide in and hit the back of my throat as he moaned loudly “fuck, just like that and I’ll cum” while he said that, he sent my pushed my head to fully swallow his dick.

He kept my head there in full control and I breathed from my nose as I was choked out by his cock “yes, yes, yes, I’m cumming” I saw Chis’ eyes roll back with parted lips and soft moans coming out.

Chris’ cum streamed into my mouth, only being able to swallow his natural salty liquids, he lightly slapped my cheek signalling that he was pulling out. “You’re head is so fucking good mama” He licked his lips helping me get off my knees “I wonder how that pussy feels” I smirked trying to make myself look proper “you wanna find out?” I looked at him from the reflection of the mirror.

He gripped my waist, pushing my back forward over the sink. Chris spanked me, causing me to yelp, he kneaded my ass with one hand then aligned his length to my hole with the other.

I moaned loudly while he inserted his cock, it felt like his cock was stretching me out, easily filling me up. He held on right shoulder positioning to thrust into me with speed “fuck yes-fuck”, Chris enjoyed the way I moaned when he smacked my ass repeatedly.

The claps of our skin got louder as his thrusts got stronger, Chris’ dick teared my insides apart—my wet pussy making it easier to ram his cock into me. Chris leaned forward kissing and sucking on neck, pausing for a bit catching his breath.

“Shit—I’m close” He heaved faster and deeper into me, hitting that spot that made me scream. Chris covered my mouth “you’re gonna get us caught baby” with that I finally released, coating his cock in my juices when he pulled out and came all over my back.

We were cleaning up the bathroom when we heard three urgent knocks on the door. I left first, seeing that the person at the door was a woman and her kid, slowing down when Chris came out after me awkwardly smiling at the mother, who rolled her eyes.

Finding myself back at the booth with Alani I sat back down at the table, full of food like the Last Supper. “You gon eat, or did booth boy feed you dick already?”

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LOW

“whatever you want, don’t call me”

“I need you to get the fuck out of my space”

“I’m fuckin, I ain’t making love no more”

chris smut/angst (first angst y’all), FOR THE CHALLENGE @annamcdonalds67 + THANK YOU FOR 1800?!?! WTF THERE’S 1800 OF THE FREAKS

toxic ex!dom!chris • poc!reader friendly

contains: oral (female!receiving), missionary, kinda angsty, pet names, no use of y/n

word count: 1.4k

partially proofread

Booty calls, all the fucking time, does he never think a bitch is tired? He broke up with me two weeks ago just to fuck some lame ass blonde bitch that he was texting while we were dating. In his defence ‘It’s not cheating if I broke up with you before I even fucked her’. What type of fuckboy shit is that?

It’s the 6th call from a 3rd No Caller ID and I’ve had about enough of it, I shut off my phone leaving my device to charge on my bedside table.

I raced down my stairs, pulling down my shorts because my thighs were rubbing. I turned on the tv to take my mind off but I heard a ping from my iPad.

Shaye⛽️

how you been holding up bae

Give me a fucking break. I just get out of a relationship and she’s too busy trying to scissor me?

My stud-plug texted me for the millionth time of the week, can people get out my phone and mind their own business? I guess that’s my fault for telling her about my situation with my now ex-boyfriend, we were getting high and I got off topic or whatever. I debated on blocking her knowing that I can’t, cause as much as I display my tits to a store owner they weren’t going to sell kush to someone ‘underage’.

I was in need to disconnect from everyone by turning off my iPad rolling my eyes while grabbing an energy drink from the fridge.

In time, I got back on my phone having nothing better to do as I had already developed a headache. I scrolled through instagram being unamused by everything until Jana sent me a photo of a random girl. ‘I found her’, I knew I could count on her. When I first saw the blonde bitch on my ex boyfriend’s camera roll I sent the photo to myself then sent it to Jana to do her investigation skills.

I searched her profile and saw a bunch of bikini photos, picture of flowers and photos of herself. What does she have that I don’t? Cause she most definitely does not have these curves. I brushed it off and called it his loss because at the end of the day, he’s the one blowing my phone up.

Unknown

I need to talk to you

Don’t block me

I’m coming over

Who the fuck does he think he’s talking to?

I checked that the text was sent 28 minutes ago and I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I ran to the door holding the doorknob when he was unlocking the door. “I swear to— OPEN THE DOOR!”

“You better fucking leave!”

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR” He pushed the door with force sending me almost flying. He shut the door locking it behind him as I rushed to the kitchen shaking my head “I can’t believe this shits happening right now” I cursed under my breath.

“Did you miss me” His lips curled into a smile looking down at my ass before I turned around and caught him. “It seems more like you miss me, blowing up my phone and showing up at my door?” Our eyes were locked and tense along with the air in the room.

“I’m not sucking your dick.” Chris scoffed, walking towards me “so you’re gonna ride me?” I pushed him away the folding my arms looking at him with a ‘are you fucking serious’ face.

Unbe-fucking-lieveable.

“Go get that flat corny ass blonde bitch to ride your small dick” He raised his eyebrows being taken aback from my remark “that’s a new low for you ma, you know that’s not true—and I don’t want her, I want you” I laughed. I laughed hard in his face making him scrunch his face.

“You realised she didn't have what I got?” I continued to laugh “that’s what happens when you don’t appreciate what you have”. Fuck face. Chris clenched his jaw drawing a deep breath in before gripping my wrist, taking me behind the kitchen counter.

“Bend over” He ordered I sternly looked at him with a stone “tell me that you want me to leave”. Chris stopped his actions waiting on my response. The healing part of me wants him to leave but I honestly want him to put on me, and good so I stayed quiet. “Bend over. Now” I let Chris spin me around and arch my back across the counter.

Chris yanked off my shorts, spanking my ass leaving a stinging sensation, then kneading it to ease the pain. He leaned over to my ear “you’re so beautiful mama” I slightly smiled at his compliment as he snaked his hand into my panties, rubbing my clit and feeling my wetness “this is the last i’m fucking you” he chuckled with cockiness.

“Get up on the counter baby, I wanna eat you out” I immediately climbed onto the counter, lying on my back and the cold granite sending shivers down my spine. The brunette pulled my thong to the side while he was going on his knees, inserting his tongue between my folds making me gasp.

The warmth of Chris’ tongue on my cunt made my back arch and he sucked on my clit. My eyes flutters close from all the pleasure and Chris twisted his tongue in pussy, cleaning up all my juices in one lick “I can’t get enough of you, can’t believe I let this pussy go” he began to push a finger deep into my cunt “Fuckkkk—” My moans dragged out from between my lips as I felt my climax.

I gripped on his brunette locks waving my hip towards his face while he placed wet kisses on clit. I gasped loudly as Chris sloppily licked off all liquids while they came out “such a sweet pussy that cums just for me” he kissed my inner thighs, the spots darkening.

Chris pulled me off the counter, carrying my naked body to my room, laying me on the bed with my legs spread open. He slid his tip across my wet, sensitive slit, coating the head of cock with my wetness.

Pressing his tip to my hole, he groaned entering my tight pussy. “You’re so tightttt” I tensed up the more his inches entered my cunt. Did he get bigger? My eyes began to water as I felt his cock hit my tensed walls “relax mama” his hand was on my stomach feeling for dick that’s creating a little poke. I took a deep breath, exhale trying to stop tensing as he began to thrust into me.

Hands gripping on my hips, small moans escaped my lips, feeling his length abuse my walls with every thrust becoming harder than the last. Chris lowered himself for lips to kiss neck then in the crevice where his forehead was on my pillow making our bodies collide.

I opened my eyes with Chris’ hair laid on my cheek realizing this was the closest me and him have ever been and kind of scared of it but he started to kiss my jaw as if he could tell what I was thinking “c’mon baby”

My walls tightened around his cock making it harder for him to ram into me. Instead he hit in a different angle hitting my g-spot “please Christopher, right there” I placed my nails on his back, scratching it up while doing. My breathes were laboured with the rush of my orgasm was about to come and his thrusts got sloppy up until I came and he did also inside of me

“Fuck baby” post-nut clarity hit me while Chris leaned in to kiss me and I shoved him away by his chest “get out” I said quiet but loud enough for him to hear “what do you mean—” he looked at me lost and confused “I mean get the fuck out my bed Chris”. I got out the bed naked picking up his discarded clothing from the floor of my bedroom

“We can work this out baby you know this” He put on his jeans buttoning them up before looking up at my bare body “GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE CHRISTOPHER, YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDN’T BE HERE” Chris backed up as I pointed to my door collecting the rest of his shit before leaving.

Worst ex, but great sex

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CAR SHOW

chris smut, ANOTHER DREAM COME TO LIFE (y’all i had real bad writers block after the bad turn out with my marathon)

dom!chris • poc!reader friendly

not proofread

contains: missionary, making out in an elevator, couch sex, public foreplay, oral (fem!recieving), fingering, pet names, missionary, no use of y/n, lots of touching/groping, BOLD CHRIS

word count: 1.4k

the smut starts off at a car show in chicago (obviously) very crowded and the whole nine, js telling y’all

Surrounded by all my girls and my hood, the streets were filled with people admiring and betting on the cars, you could guess this is would be straight out of fast and furious.

Slipping between people packed like sardines, Teanna and I searched to find Wicked. We approached the brown-skinned completely tatted up man with the blunt between his lips “Wicked, how much for that uhm— blue car ova there” I pointed even though there was people surrounding the car so you couldn’t even see it anyways.

“G, which blue car? There’s that mo’ fucking teal one, the navy one…” he went to list all of them then asking for the model of the car.

The navy hellcat began to backfire and I specified it putting in 500 hundred and Teanna went against my bet for the opposite bright-green car. We dapped up Wicked leaving the spot going towards our friend group but recognised an unfamiliar faces. I brushed shoulders with one of the boys and he looked back with him catching a glimpse of his glimmering blue-irises before his lips curled into a slight smile.

I tugged on Teanna’s matching jacket to mine to see if she noticed them “Where he from?” I singled him out.

“I don’t fucking know” I constantly went to glance back to him as he got farther til he was beyond me. Or not. He walked up to me about half an hour later already noticing those eyes from under the street lights “What car did you bet on?” He asked me semi-yelling over the loud voices around us.

“Navy blue— half a band” I answered pausing between my sentence “What’s your name” I quizzed “Christopher, and you?” He gazed out to search for what I was looking for when I wasn’t staring into his eyes.

“Sweet mama” I said jokingly cracking up between the syllables, he chirped his head towards me before scrunching his face and laughing his ass off. Christopher’s laugh was contagious as he held his stomach trying to calm himself down. He licked his lips with that cocky smile still plastered on his face “It’s just a nickname or whateva”

I choose not to tell men my name up in these places because I usually just have flings here and there and I didn’t want guys hitting me up after getting good pussy for the first time in they’re lives.

“Where’d you get 500 bucks to bet on cars?” Now he getting too curious but I couldn’t take my eyes off Chris’ handsome ass face, nose—so rideable, lips—so kissable, cheekbones—insanely sharp and eyes—so lustrous. “Are you from here? I ain’t never seen you out here” I averted the conversation while I analysed his build, he caught me wandering around inappropriate places “Nah, I’m from LA”

I stand correct, climbing closer to Chris’ body to feel the heat emitting from his body “I’ve never fucked no LA boy before”, we laughed together once again just chatting and our conversation escalated quickly as the pre-game alcohol I had began to flow throughout me.

At this point we were only waiting for the race’s to start but Chris was getting impatient as my back was facing him with him forearm cutely wrapped around my neck to pull my ass upon his crotch.

He discreetly parted my thighs that were before meshed together and started to move his hand up my skirt, his middle finger grazing the wet part of my panties. “You’re already soaking for me” Chris’ plump lips were felt on my ear as he whispered into them. Sliding a finger past my slick cunt, I whimpered quietly as if somebody could hear us. Chris teased my clit between his now two fingers until he removed them to slip them into my mouth making me suck my wetness off. “What are you tryna do mama” His sultry voice sung music in my ears.

“My penthouse is right back here” I pointed to the luxury apartment across the street not even five minutes away from where we were. I gripped on his wrist trudging through the large crowd, pushing everybody in our way including Wicked.

“What the fuck is you doing with LA” Referring to Chris I just rolled my eyes continuing to weave around people. Quarter past we finally got to my complex and our arousal peaked as he was stuck kissed at my neck while tightly holding my waist until we saw the elevator open in-front of us.

Chris and I climbed in as I groped his bulge through his black tinted jeans, palming him while the elevator doors closed slowly. He let his groan leave his mouth when the doors shut and we continued to mesh our lips, sloppily touching each other until he looked up at the elevator camera in the left corner then brushing it off gripping my breasts from under my skimpy tube top.

Not wasting time before the door opened, I pushed up knee to create friction against his bulge earning desperate moans from him. Chris’ lips lapped with mine, he grasped my neck drawing me in closer. “I need to taste you mama”

I hummed but the ding sound of the elevator arriving at my floor stopped me, Chris lifted me with ease and I helped him by wrapping my legs around his waist and I directed him to my door.

Dropping me once we got inside my place he locked the door behind him, getting back to me quickly tearing of my jacket to then stripping off my clothing, starting with my tube top—down to my miniskirt making me close to nude. Left with my lacy patterned bra and basic black thong (I knew I was getting dick tonight).

Chris laid me down on my back onto my L shaped couch, he split my legs, propping them up to yank off my thong to apply his face near my heat and licking at my clit. Sucking on it Chris eyes were one mine as his tongue danced along my warm folds taking off my wetness and replacing it with his saliva. “Chrissss”

His name dragged throughout my lips while Chris used his two finger to spread my sticky folds and inserting his index pushing it knuckle deep into my pussy. “You taste so sweet mama” Chris held my hips down because I was rocking them up too desperately for the warmth and plumpness of his lips. He separated from my cunt adding another digit in to stretch me out and prepping for his cock.

Abruptly pulling his fingers from my cunt and dragging me closer up to his crotch, Chris unzipped his jeans teasingly removing them. Fuck.

Chris’ cock was thick and lengthy making me shocked but not surprised. “You’re gonna take this dick like a good girl for me” I nodded in anticipation, watching him jerk his length on my entrance before leaning into me and inserting it leisurely as my eyes began to well with tears “So fucking tight, Shit”. Attempting to blink them off, the feeling of being stretched to my limits started off uncomfortable until Chris bent down to kiss the tears from my cheek while slowly sliding in and out of me.

Wet from my last orgasm he quickly adjusted in me with his hands were carefully held my waist. Beginning to pick up his speed, my body jerks along with Chris’ cock rubbing against my insides, pushing in harder and deeper with every thrust he took. Using his grip over my hips to brush my g-spot, I yelped loudly with the sensation it gave me “Right there Chris! Don’t stop— Yes!”

His groans got louder as my walls clamped around his length that was twitching inside of my pussy. The waves of pleasure shocked through my spine causing my back to arch fiercely along with my orgasm chasing me.

My moans and screams told Chris I was close “Cum with me baby, cum all over my cock” his lewd words drove me over my climax, my body trembling beneath him as he caressed my stomach alongside his length bulging out and the feeling of the warm liquids filling me up before he pulled out and the fluid spilled from my pussy and he pressed it back in.

Chris licked off the remaining moisture from the inner-thighs, piercing me with his icy blue eyes as he did it “I should stay for the night” Chris insisted. “But the show” I reminded him

“I can give you a show mama”

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