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chrisstvrns · 3 days ago

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⌞matt fucking you in the airplane bathroom⌝⸝⸝

warnings: public sex, bathroom sex, rough dom!matt x sub!reader, oral (f receiving), rough sex, unprotected p in v, fingering, nipple play, biting, creampie, possessive matt,

word count: 977

it’s quiet in the cabin. most of first class is asleep or pretending to be. nick’s a few rows back. chris too. you're tucked into your seat in one of matt’s hoodies and soft gray sweatpants, curled up like nothing’s out of the ordinary. you're watching some random movie on the screen, paying no mind to it as you scribble in your journal.

there was still six hours left in the flight to japan, and everything was going smoothly.

but matt? he’s losing his mind.

he shows up beside your seat, crouches slightly, and murmurs low enough only you can hear.

“bathroom. now.”

you blink. “what?”

his eyes are already blown wide. jaw tense. “if i don’t get to fuck you within the next two minutes i’m gonna fucking lose it.”

he doesn’t wait for an answer, just slips back up the aisle toward the bathroom, casual and calm. but you see it in the way his hand clenches into a fist as he walks. he’s barely holding it together.

you hesitate for only a second. then you’re up and following.

the second you step into the bathroom, he locks the door and pounces.

his hands grab your waist, your hoodie, your thighs. he doesn’t even bother starting slow. he lifts you onto the sink like you weigh nothing and pulls your sweatpants and underwear down in one smooth, rushed motion. they stay bunched around your knees, forgotten.

his palms push your thighs wide open.

“fuck,” he mutters under his breath, staring at you. “look at this pussy. already soaked.”

you shiver at the way he says it. low, reverent. like he’s starved.

he kneels.

and then he’s on you.

his tongue drags through your folds slowly at first. teasing, tasting, breathing heavy against you. he groans like it’s his first real breath in hours. and then he licks you again. and again. and again.

his hands grip your thighs tight, fingers digging in as his tongue flicks over your clit, circling it with slow, wet pressure that has your whole body curling in on itself.

“m-matt—”

he groans again, mouth messier now, faster. he flattens his tongue and drags it up and down your slit, then sucks your clit into his mouth and suckles.

you gasp. your hands fly into his hair, tugging hard, but he doesn’t stop.

you try to close your legs around his head but he forces them open, mouth relentless.

and then he slides two fingers into you. slow, thick, curling them deep.

your breath catches. your hips buck. the sound that leaves you isn’t quiet.

“shhh,” he mumbles against your clit, voice muffled by your body. “keep it down.”

he doesn’t stop.

his fingers thrust into you fast and deep while his tongue works tight circles on your clit, and it’s overwhelming. wet and hot and too much in the best way.

“matt, fuck, i’m-”

“cum,” he growls. “do it now. soak my fuckin’ face.”

you fall apart with a choked cry, hand over your mouth, thighs shaking around his head as he keeps licking, keeps fingering, keeps eating you out like he needs it to survive.

he pulls away only when you’re twitching and gasping, eyes glassy and lips parted.

he stands, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and leans in to kiss you. its slow and dirty, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“told you i’d lose it,” he whispers.

he pulls his sweats down and his rock hard cock springs free. thick, flushed, leaking. he puts his hand right beneath your chin, silently telling you to spit. when you do, he strokes his dick once, then twice, lathering himself in your saliva.

then lines himself up.

“you ready?” he asks, breath ragged.

you nod.

he pushes in slowly at first. lets you feel all of him. fills you deep, so deep you gasp, head falling back against the mirror.

he doesn’t move for a second.

just leans down. pushes your hoodie up to your collarbone and stares at your chest.

“fuck. i love your tits. so pretty” he whispers, one thumb brushing over your sensitive nipple.

he latches his mouth onto one nipple, sucking, licking, then biting gently, enough to make you gasp.

and then he starts to move.

his hips snap forward again and again, fucking you hard while his mouth stays on your chest. he sucks your nipple between his teeth, then pulls back and bites. you cry out. he switches to the other, giving it just as much attention.

his hands are everywhere. gripping your thighs, pinching your waist, pushing your legs up so he can get even deeper.

your body slaps against the mirror with every thrust. the sound of skin against skin is obscene in the tiny space.

you’re already close again.

“gonna cum?” he pants against your chest. “gonna cum all over my cock?”

you nod, desperate.

he bites your nipple again, and fucks you harder.

“do it. now.”

you cum. hard. crying out into your hand, whole body trembling as you cum a second time, walls clenching tight around him.

he groans. low, guttural. and thrusts deep one more time, hips jerking as he spills inside you, cock twitching with every pulse.

you both breathe heavy for a minute, forehead to forehead.

he brushes your hair off your face.

“you’re never wearing my hoodie around me again,” he says, voice wrecked.

you laugh weakly. “you’re the one who gave it to me before the flight.”

he kisses you.

slow. filthy. full of heat.

then he pulls his hoodie down, helps you off the sink, and tugs your sweatpants back up. his cum leaks out of you instantly. you feel it drip down your thighs as you adjust your clothes.

he notices.

smirks.

“don’t clean it up.”

“matt.”

“nah. i want you leaking when you walk back. i want you thinking about me the whole way.”

you gently hit his chest, giggling.

he grins, holding your hand as you walk back to your seats, nick and chris staring at you in utter disgust.

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xplringsturniolos · 1 day ago

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I’M ACTUALLY CRYING MY PRECIOUS BABY

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰🥰😇😇😇😇💞💞💞💞

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evie-sturns · 6 months ago

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downstairs - Chris Sturniolo

summary: bestfriend!chris absolutely blowing your back out while his brothers are just downstairs.

contains: dom!chris, bsf!chris, roughhhh sex, degrading, fluff, overstimulation.

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9:12pm

it all happened so fast, one second you were sitting on the couch, with nick, matt and chris, all calmly watching a movie, the next he was texting you very suggestive messages.

'i need you'

'im so fucking hard under this blanket y/n.'

'you'd meet me upstairs wouldn't you?'

you didnt say no though, infact you were excited by this idea..

i clear my throat, "im just gonna start getting ready to go home, goodnight guys!" i lie straight through my teeth to matt and nick, grabbing my phone and rushing upstairs, giving chris the look over my shoulder.

my heart thumps wildly in my chest, the thought of having sex with chris just felt so wrong, but also insanely right,

i swing open chris's bedroom door, before the sound of chris's footsteps fill my ear.

he follows straight after me, entering his bedroom before shutting the door and twisting the lock.

he stares at me with a look in his eyes ive never seen before, he looks almost deseperate.

my eyes trail down to the very large tent in his sweatpants, i reach my hand out and drag my nails over it, causing chris to suck in a sharp gasp.

i hum, "who's this for?" i ask, but he instantly cuts me off. he presses his lips to mine, his hand finding its way to the back of my hair and tangling his fingers through the strands.

i jump up into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as i moan softly into his mouth.

after a second he pulls away

"we really doin' this?" he asks as his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

i nod with a small hum, "no strings attached." i whisper.

a smirk grows on his face, "yeah? jus' wanna fuck your best friend for the fun of it, dont you?"

i nod happily, a smile growing on my face.

"naughty girl," he tuts.

he reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it off and throwing it to the side.

he reaches round a hand and unclasps my bra, with no struggle it instantly drops onto the floor.

my lips part, a small scoff leaving them. "how many times have you done that christopher." i laugh

"don't worry 'bout it." he grins, staring obviously at my bare chest.

“take it off.” he mumbles as he stares at my shorts.

i nod nervously tugging them down along with my panties, leaving me fully revealed in-front of him.

it’s somewhat humiliating, he is fully dressed and i’m just naked in front of him.

he smiles, reconnecting our lips and pressing my back up against the wall.

i pant heavily into his mouth as his knee slowly nudges my legs apart.

chris quickly breaks away from the kiss to pull off his shirt.

“please chris.” i mutter, my legs aching from how needy i am for him.

“please what?” he taunts,

“please fuck me..” i whisper,

he nods, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, his fully hard erection springing out.

his tip is raw and pink, precum smeared all over it from how long he’s been hard in his boxers.

i stare down at it, “big..” i mumble, trying not to flatter him too much.

he hums, “bet you can’t wait to feel it in you, fuck.” he mumbles.

he picks me up again before throwing me down onto the matress. i land on my back with a small huff, chris looks down at me with hunger in his eyes.

“turn over.” he whispers, practically inaudible.

“huh?” i cock my head,

“turn. around.” his voice his deeper now, more commanding.

i nod flipping over onto my stomach.

he grabs my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed. i let out a small yelp as my body drags over the sheets

“hands and knees, c’mon.” chris mumbles,

i blush furiously as i get up on my hands and knees, my ass right infront of him.

“look at that.” he whispers,

he suddenly brings his hand down onto my ass, a loud slap. i yelp, a gasp leaving my lips.

he rubs over the red skin he just hit, before delivering another firm spank to me.

i let out a mix between a moan and a whine, the stinging prominent on my sensitive skin.

he delivers one last hard slap, the noise ringing out through the room.

“so fuckin’ hot, jesus.” chris breathes,

“you’ve done this before yeah?” he asks, rubbing the plush skin of my ass.

i nod, “yes yeah-“ i whisper.

“good, not gonna hold back on you, you know that right?” he asks,

i nod again, my arousal leaking out of my sensitive hole.

“gonna be nice and quiet for me aswell, nick and matt are downstairs, don’t want them to know you’re getting ruined in here.” chris warns,

“promise..” i whisper, arching my back in his face.

i feel his tip gently press at my hole, lining himself up.

“deep breath.” chris whispers, i comply, sucking in a deep breath.

suddenly, he slams his whole length into me.

all the air is knocked from my lungs as i let out a loud yelp, my eyes squeezing shut.

every last inch of him, slammed inside of me at once.

“chris- chris too much-“ i squeal, burying my face in the sheets.

“hm? don’t like me so deep?” he whispers,

i stay silent, i do, i do like him so deep.

he doesn’t waste time to instantly start thrusting fast, i moan loudly into the matress, clutching the fabric with my hands as i scream his name.

his tip slams against my cervix repeatedly, god it hurts, but in the best way possible.

chris is big, he’s stretching me out so much, not to mention the fact he’s also going crazy fast.

his hands reach down and slap across my ass,

“such a fuckin’ slut aren’t you? getting fucked absolutely dumb while my brothers are downstairs?” chris taunts, his voice low and gruff.

i let out a needy noise in response,

“bet you want them to hear, don’t ‘cha. want them to hear how good i’m making you feel.” he speaks, delivering another firm smack to my ass

i can feel his dick in my actual stomach, i don’t think anything has ever been this deep inside of me.

chris’s long hands drag down my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path.

i can feel the chain on his wrist dragging against my flushed skin,

“chris- chris please- please slow down.” i wail, completely unfocused on trying to stay quiet.

“shut up, take it, you know you can.” he instantly snaps back, earning a loud groan from me

his hips repeatedly crash into mine, my cheek is pressed against the blankets on the bed as drool leaks out of my mouth.

he reaches his hand down into my hair, tugging on the strands and twisting it into a makeshift ponytail.

he tugs on this ‘ponytail’ he’s made, lifting my face from the blankets,

my moans are no longer muffled by the fabric,

he pulls slightly harder on my hair, gripping low down so it doesn’t actually hurt me, which is ironic considering the fact he won’t slow down. i’m not complaining though.

my back arches even harder, my eyes welling with tears at the unimaginable pleasure.

i hear him let out a low chuckle from behind me, “are you seriously fucking drooling?”

my cheeks flush red as i reach a shaking hand up to my mouth, wiping it quickly before instantly slamming it back down onto the matress, trying to keep myself up.

“chrisss…” i whine loudly,

“shh, sh.” he shushes me,

he suddenly lets go of my hair, letting my face fall foward into the sheets again.

i can finally let out more lewd noises with my face smushes into the blankets.

“i’m so close- please please..” i cry out,

he suddenly pulls out, my stomach instantly feeling empty and my hole fluttering around nothing.

“chris!!” i cry out again, making him laugh.

he is just so mean.

“turn over.” he speaks firmly, his voice very subtly shaking.

i roll over, my whole body aching, desperate for release.

“good girl, you’re so good at listening to me aren’t ‘ya?” he praises, he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed again,

i nod with a stupid grin, my mine completely blank.

he lines himself back up with me and i mentally prepare myself for what’s coming.

he slams back into me, the familiar feeling of him inside of me instantly soothing the ache in my pussy.

this time is different though, i can see him, and it hits me that this is the chris sturniolo who is fucking me right now, my own best friend.

i stare up at him, my eyes now narrow slits.

he reaches down and grips my breasts, his fingers twisting at my nipples,

he pinches them, causing me to clench around him as i let out a loud whine.

“didn’t i tell you to be quiet? what happened to you being good at listening?” he coos,

“i- sorry- ‘m sorry-“ i exclaim, tipping my head back.

i purse my lips together, trying to hold in my noises.

at this point there’s no hope of chris’s brothers not hearing me, it’s quite embarrassing actually, but it’s hot, so hot.

i exhale shakily, before another loud moan of chris’s name rips out of me.

chris suddenly clamps his hand down onto my mouth, “i told you to be quiet.”

i whine against his hand, my walls clenching down around him.

tears prickle in my eyes, dripping down my face into his hand as the pleasure gets too much.

i feel my orgasm crash down on me, my back arching off the bed as i squeeze my eyes shut.

“look at me, look at me.” he repeats himself, and midway through my orgasm i find the strength to open my eyes and stare into his.

a grin forms on his face, “so hot, so fucking good,”

his thrusts don’t stop though, if anything they pick up…

i feel my whole body on fire, my sensitive walls still being pounded into by chris.

tears roll down my cheeks, not tears of sadness, not at all. tears of pure ecstasy.

i groan against his hand, clamping my thighs together.

he instantly pushes my thighs back apart, “take it.” he mutters.

i see his head tip back as he gets close as well,

my mascara is now smudged against my face, chris’s hand still plastered onto my mouth to muffle my noises.

“fuuuck..” chris breathes,

after a few more thrusts he abruptly pulls out,

he strokes himself once more before finishing.

streaks of white paint my tummy, chris lets out a low whimper before falling down onto the matress beside me.

he pants heavily, i just lay still, my legs shaking as i try to catch my breath.

i have no thoughts in my brain, just pleasure.

“you okay?..” chris speaks up,

“i- i’m- i’m- woah.” i whisper, not even being able to form a coherent sentence.

“you’re woah?” chris grins,

i giggle in response, my whole body feeling like it’s on fire.

“really got fucked dumb on your best friends cock, that’s naughty.” he tuts,

i whine, “shut up..”

he chuckles, “i’m just messing with you sweetie.” he whispers, pulling me onto his chest.

i lay my full body weight on him, his arms wrap around me.

“you were so good you know that?” he whispers,

i nod, burying my face in his neck.

“let’s get you cleaned up alright? youre gonna sleep here instead of going home.” chris whispers, stroking my back.

he gently stands up, i’m still wrapped around him like a koala.

he takes me into his bathroom as he pulls on a pair of his sweatpants before sitting me down on the toilet as he prepares a wet rag.

“go pee yeah?” he speaks softly, it’s hard to believe he was degrading me 10 minutes ago.

i nod, following his instructions.

after i finish up chris picks me up, sitting me down on the counter.

i sit still, spreading my legs slightly as he gently cleans me up with the rag.

“wash your hands, you don’t wanna be dirty.” he grins,

“chris-! i haven’t even touched a single thing in here.” i laugh,

“i’m messsing with youuu.” he laughs back,

i roll my eyes as he finishes cleaning me up.

he picks me back up, walking me over to the bedroom as he sits me on the edge of the bed.

he dresses me up in his own clothes, his oversized shirt and sweatpants.

“you don’t want a shower or anything? i can run you one?” he asks,

“wait- can i go grab some water i’m so thirsty.” i complain, chris nods,

“yeah i’ll help ‘ya walk down there.” he says softly, helping me out of bed.

“i can walk!” i protest,

“can you now?” he giggles,

i nod stubbornly, walking very shakily down the stairs,

“you’re sort of like a baby giraffe.” he points out,

“aw thanks chris.” i roll my eyes, reaching the bottom of the stairs.

i look to my left and see matt and nick sitting on the couch.

they stare at me and chris with pure disgust,

“you two are ACTUALLY disgusting i hope you know that, never do that in my house AGAIN.” nick speaks up.

my cheeks flush a deep maroon as i turn around to look at chris.

he looks equally as embarrassed.

the silence is loud, before chris interrupts it with a small snort.

me and chris suddenly both burst into uncontrollable giggles, laughing stupidly at each other in the almost silent house.

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matt0bsessed · 3 days ago

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in desperate need of jorking his pp!!

WHO SAID THAT??

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namelesssav · 1 day ago

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standing ovulation for you sir.

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boyfriendchrisenthusiast · 6 months ago

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his little "no no no" I'm gonna be sick this man cannot keep doing this to me 😣 MY BABYYYY

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grace-sturnz · 2 days ago

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ew!

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sabprincess · 1 day ago

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they're insane for this

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sweetshuga · 1 day ago

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Some gifs I made 'cause I decided to start making gifs of their new videos

Forget about the context I love these boys sm

New reaction gif unlocked

"Call me Daddy first" Bro pulled a Matt

Just Matt randomly getting kicked outta nowhere

Matt... Sweetheart... You're a little too close...

Boyfriend (ft. Chris's brows)

The move you pull when you have no reaction left but your homie still won't stop

How I'll be looking out the window from now on

This is what I mean when I say I'm crashing out

When you're trynna live but there are screaming toddlers everywhere

I got flashbacks from when Chris was at the store and a kid wouldn't stop screeching

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chrisstvrns · 2 days ago

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⌞chris spoiling you (and then fucking you) in italy⌝⸝⸝

warnings: established relationship, fiance!chris x fiancee!reader, high school sweethearts, dom!chris, possessive chris, pda, chris spoiling you, praise kink, light biting, marking, hotel sex, semi public sex (window), creampie, aftercare,

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high school sweethearts. seven years of dating. one year of being engaged, and chris still felt the need to spoil you every single time you went on vacation. the triplets had been invited to milan by prada, for fashion week. and of course, as always, you tagged along.

right now, you were somewhere in the middle of the galleria vittorio emanuele ii, pretending to admire the high end window displays while chris trailed just behind you, his fingers laced with yours, a subtle tug keeping you close. every time you so much as glanced at something for more than a second, he was already reaching for his card. you’d said no. multiple times. but it didn’t matter. if you liked it, he wanted you to have it.

“baby, stop. i dont need all this.” you smiled, softly giggling as he tugged you toward the italian lingerie store, after noticing you do a double take at the pretty pink set in the window.

he gave you that slow, crooked smile that still made your stomach flutter after all these years. “we’re in italy, baby. let me give you everything.”

and he did. not just the shopping bags weighing down his arms now, or the spontaneous private dinner he had planned on a terrace overlooking the duomo. not just the matching jewelry he picked out “because it reminded him of you.” chris gave you everything. the kind of love that still made your chest ache in the best way. that quiet, constant presence. his hand on your lower back. his black, fur jacket shrugged over your shoulders when the wind picked up. the way he looked at you like he was still thirteen and stupid in love, still figuring everything out.

it wasn’t until later, when the sun had set and the city had softened, that he gave you the rest of him.

you were back in the hotel now. luxurious and tucked away from the noise. chris had your back pressed against the window of your hotel room, your dress hiked up over your hips and his name falling from your lips like a prayer. you and chris were sharing the room with nick, but chris had asked him to go sit in matts room for a bit.

the lights of milan glittered below, but your eyes were only for him. his hands were firm on your waist, his mouth hot and insistent against your neck, and his voice low in your ear.

“you looked so fuckin’ pretty today, baby.” he murmured, thrusting into you slowly, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world. “walking around like you didn’t know how good you looked with my ring on your finger.”

and then, amidst your quiet gasps and the sound of the city below. he chuckled, low and breathy against your skin.

“look at all those fuckin’ bags on the floor,” he muttered, voice rough, almost teasing. “spoiled the shit outta you today.”

your laugh broke on a moan as he rolled his hips into yours again, slower this time, deeper. he kissed just below your ear, a little softer now. “and i’d do it again tomorrow. and the next day. and every day after. i love spoiling you.”

then he bit down lightly on your neck, grounding himself with a bruising grip on your waist, and you could barely breathe.

“but this?” he growled, thrusting into you harder, making your head fall back with a cry, “this is just for me.”

and from there, he didn’t stop.

you gasped, holding onto the side of his neck with one hand, the other tangling in his hair. he always got like this when you traveled. territorial, obsessed, soft and rough in equal measure.

“chris,” you whimpered, and he groaned, pulling you closer.

“say it.”

“chris.” you repeat

“no,” he growled, fucking into you harder, his breath stuttering, “say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours,” you breathed, so full of him it made your whole body thrum. “always yours.”

his breath hitched at your words. i’m yours, like it broke something open in him. his hands gripped your waist tighter, bruising, as he rutted up into you one last time against the glass before pulling out, leaving you shaky, gasping. your legs felt boneless, but he caught you easily, hands under your thighs as he carried you the short distance to the bed, dropping you gently into the soft mess of white linens.

"on your back," he muttered, voice hoarse, already yanking his shirt over his head. "wanna see you when i ruin you."

you obeyed, cheeks flushed, body buzzing with anticipation. your dress was halfway off before he was even done kicking out of his jeans. he dragged it the rest of the way down your body, slow and possessive, like unwrapping something that belonged only to him. the linger was next. the pretty pink set that you had seen in the window today, the one you took a double take at. the set that chris had dragged you to go buy. he tugged down the panties, damp, ruined, peeled down your thighs with reverence and hunger.

he unclasped your bra, tossing it to the side like it was nothing.

chris looked down at you, bare and flushed and waiting for him, and something in his expression shifted. hunger darkening into pure, unfiltered need.

"fuck," he rasped, crawling over you, nudging your legs open with his knees. "you’re so perfect. always have been."

he didn’t give you time to respond. he grabbed your hands, pinned them above your head with one of his, the other wrapping around his cock, guiding it back to your entrance. he pushed in slow, but deep, until he was fully seated inside you. your back arched, lips parting in a silent cry.

“look at me,” he growled, pulling out halfway before slamming back in hard, rough, relentless. “you take me so fuckin’ good. every damn time.”

your fingers twisted in the sheets, legs wrapping tight around his waist. he wasn’t holding back now, hips snapping into yours with urgency, sweat slicking his chest, his forehead pressed to yours as he held your hips.

“fuck, baby, you feel that?” he grunted, his rhythm punishing, intense. “this is mine. you’re mine.”

“yes,” you gasped, nails raking down his back. “all yours. i’m- i’m yours, chris.”

he cursed low under his breath, thrusts growing sloppy, desperate. his hand slipped between your bodies, thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit, pulling broken moans from your throat.

“cum for me,” he whispered, voice almost sweet now, even as he fucked you through it. “wanna feel you fall apart on my cock.”

and you did. your body seizing around him, pleasure crashing over you like a wave. you cried out his name, legs trembling, heart stuttering. and when you came, chris followed. burying himself deep, hips jerking as he spilled into you with a groan so raw and shaky it made your chest ache.

he collapsed against you, breathing heavy, lips pressed to your temple.

"i love you," he whispered, breath hot and tender. "every version of you. every day. forever."

and you knew. no matter how many countries, or cities you saw, how many beds you shared. this was it. this was home.

he stayed inside you for a moment, chest rising and falling against yours, like he didn’t want to let go. not yet. your fingers threaded lazily through his damp curls, both of you quiet, wrapped up in the kind of peace that only came after everything had been said without needing words.

eventually, he pulled out with a soft hiss, pressing one last kiss to your collarbone before slipping out of bed just long enough to grab a towel from the bathroom. he cleaned you up with the gentlest touch, murmuring sweet nothings under his breath the whole time, like you were something sacred. fragile and holy and entirely his.

when he climbed back into bed, he pulled you close, tucking you against his chest, your bare legs tangled under the sheets. outside, the city still glittered, cars and lights and life continuing below your hotel window, but up here, in the silence of your hotel room, tangled in the fluffy sheets, it was quiet. warm. safe.

he glanced down at your hand, at the ring he’d slipped onto your finger a year ago in the middle of a snowy field back in boston. he kissed it, slow and deliberate.

“next time we’re here,” he murmured, “you’ll be my wife.”

you smiled into his chest, heart soft and full. “i already feel like i am.”

he tilted your chin up with one knuckle and kissed you again. this time slow, deep, and aching with everything he didn’t have the words for.

“just wait ‘til i take you on our honeymoon,” he whispered, eyes shining. “you think this was spoiling you?”

you laughed, curling into him even closer, your hand resting over his heart. “can we come here for our honeymoon? not even just milan, but all over europe?”

he nodded, kissing your forehead. “rome. and venice. and we can go see the colosseum, and the trevi fountain. and we can go see the vatican.”

he rambles on for another ten minutes about everywhere hes gonna take you, and everything he’ll but you. and as sleep pulled you under, lulled by his warmth and the distant hum of milan below, you knew, that wherever life took you, whatever cities lit up your future, chris would be there. spoiling you. holding you. loving you.

forever.

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