Iâm thinking about leaving the Sturniolo fandom.
I cannot take another second of not having Mattâs cock so balls deep in my pussy while he talks me through it and calls me a good girl. Itâs genuinely driving me to the point of institutionalization level insanity. Thereâs going to be a Netflix documentary about me someday and how actually consumed my day-to-day thoughts are about this man.
SMUT. 18+. Minors DNI. tw: hate fucking. lots of it. bickering while fucking? idk you get the gist. finally got around to writing about chris. can you believe i scrapped like 5 fics? đ„Ž yeah me either! also, sequel with matt if yall want it ;)
âChristopher fucking Sturniolo!â
Your words were laced with venom, the staircase rumbling beneath you as you stomped upstairs. Faintly you could hear Matt call out for you, your mind too filled with rage to hear him properly.
Pornographic moans flooded your eardrums as you reached Chrisâs room, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head. Your closed fist rattled his door, the dramatic moans coming to a screeching halt.
âOpen the fucking door dickwad!â You screamed. Impatiently you tapped your foot, deciding he was taking too long. You grabbed the door handle, (surprised to find it unlocked), and swung the door open.
It was almost comical watching Chris and a girl you didnât know scramble to get themselves dressed.
âWhat the fuck are you doing in here? Get the fuck out! Havenât you ever heard of privacy?â Chris spat, shoving his gray sweatpants on. For a brief moment you felt bad for the girl, her waterline filling with tears. She was just one of many you had seen this week. You grabbed a shirt you presumed to be hers, handing it to her. You took a deep breath, containing your anger as you looked at her.
âPlease get dressed and for the love of God, find someone better to fuck,â You sighed. The blonde was gone in a flash, practically sprinting out of Chrisâs room. You crossed your arms, shooting lasers out of your eyes as you glared at the brunette across from you. Oh, only if looks could kill.
âIâm not believing my phone magically teleported into the dishwasher of all places,â You snarled. Your phone had been missing for six hours straight, your iphones location still saying it was at the triplets house. You had dragged Matt and Nick all around their house, searching from the ceiling to the floor. When you had finally accepted defeat, you had opened the dishwasher to grab a bowl to make a snack.
And to your displeasure, your phone was sopping wet, sitting in plain sight on the rack.
âYou have zero proof I did that, literally zero,â Chris argued. Your eyes briefly flickered to his exposed chest, the amount of skin throwing you off. You shook your head, showing Chris your ruined phone. âReally? Because I canât recall the last time you did dishes but you magically did them last night,â You snapped. Chris shrugged nonchalantly, a cocky smirk creeping across his lips.
âWhat can I say? I figured iâd help out the household,â
Thatâs it.
You chucked your phone at him, the brunette dodging the attack by seconds. It was ruined away, even the rice method was unable to save your phone. It smacked against the wall, the sound making Chris jump. âMaybe your phone wouldnât be ruined if you werenât having very LOUD phone sex with your boyfriend!â Chris yelled. You threw your hands up in the air, completely dumbfounded. âWhat are you talking about? Why would I ever-â You began arguing, before it clicked.
You werenât having phone sex with anyone, that was for sure. But you stayed over at the Sturniolo household frequently, to the point where you were there more often than you were home. As much as Chris drove you insane, you couldnât deny how attractive he was. The concept of the attraction being forbidden, soured by years and years of bickering, did something inside of you.
You could feel heat rushing to your cheeks, even though you didnât want it to. Chris snickered at your loss of words, shooting you a genuine smile. âWhatâs wrong? Cat got your tongue?â He teased. In a swift motion you dashed across the room, your palm connecting with his cheek. Your tension with Chris had never gone beyond yelling. He had never crawled under your skin so much before, embarrassment seeping over you as you thought about the whole house hearing what he said.
A long pause silenced the room, the sound of the slap echoing through out your ears. Chris took a moment to process what you had just done, before his sharp gaze meant yours. His hand flew to your throat, gripping the sides as he threw you against the nearest wall. The air was knocked out of your lungs, your body in fight or flight mode. He easily towered over you, his sharp blue eyes filled with rage.
âYouâre such a fucking whore,â Chris grumbled. He squeezed the sides of your neck harder, a whimper escaping your lips. His grip loosened, his attention fully dedicated to the sound you had made. The brunette tilted his head to the side curiously, as if he hadnât believed what he just heard. âDid you just whimper?â He questioned. You shook your head no, Chrisâs knee spreading your legs apart. Testing the waters, he brought his face closer to yours.
âYou know, your little stunt prevented me from finishing earlier. Perhaps youâd like to help me out,â Chris purred, the glint of lust in your eyes telling him everything he needed to know. You rolled your eyes, your heart beginning to race as his body pressed against yours. âIf youâre going to kiss me get on with it before I change my mind,â You said plainly. Chrisâs grip on your throat tightened, your airway becoming restricted.
âYouâve always been a mouthy one,â He muttered, roughly bringing his lips to yours.
Chris hated how good you tasted, how good you smelled. He hated how your skin always looked so soft, your lips so plump. He despised how confident you were, always charging into everything in your life head first. What Chris actually liked, was that you challenged him. He knew that his infatuation with you wasnât actually feelings, just raw and untamed lust. But fuck, with your lips against his, it made him want to change his mind.
The two of you clawed off each otherâs clothes, discarding the clothing to the floor. Chrisâs tongue swiped across your lower lip, before sliding inside. His kisses were rough and sloppy, your body addicted to the electricity he made run down your spine. You pushed him harshly against the bed, his back hitting the soft mattress underneath him.
You straddled him quickly, attempting to take control of the situation. Ever so slowly you grinded your wet cunt against his exposed shaft, a groan escaping his lips. Chris cockily put his hands behind his head, admiring you. âGo ahead, get yourself off just by grinding on me. You can do it pretty girl,â Chris instructed. You felt heat dash across your cheeks at the sound of his praise, your hips moving seemingly on their own.
Curses left your lips as you threw your head back. âMaking me get myself off since you canât do it? Figures,â You managed to say, your movements becoming more desperate. Chris leaned forward on his elbows, watching your cunt slide up and down his shift. âIâd watch your words ma, iâll overstimulate you until youâre nothing but a cock craving whore,â Chris warned. His warning felt real, the threat in it seeking genuinely true. Even if you didnât want to believe it.
Chris bit his bottom lip as you shamelessly grinded against him, every little movement providing pleasure to your clit. âYou really think iâd fuck as many girls as I do if I couldnât make them cum? I thought you were supposed to be smart,â Chris said coldly, mockingly tilting his head to the side. Your gaze landed back on the man beneath you, ignoring his cock in between your folds. âYeah? I thought I was supposed to be overstimulated by now. What happened to that?â You challenged.
He was quick to change positions, your back landing against the mattress before you could think. He roughly spread your thighs apart, shoving two fingers into your cunt. A gasp of surprise was ripped from your throat, his spare hand resuming its place as your personal collar. Chrisâs name spilled off of your lips as his fingers curled inside of you, his name becoming a sinful mantra. âWhat happened? Not so cocky now are we?â Chris taunted, watching you fall apart on his fingers.
The sight of you was enough to make his cock throb, his body craving attention. Chris remained focused, determined to corrupt you. âOpen your fucking mouth slut,â Chris ordered. You so without a second thought, flattening your tongue across your bottom lip. He gripped your face harshly, leaning over and spitting into your mouth. âSwallow it,â He growled, watching you intently. You did as you were told, swallowing his saliva. You felt humiliated as it slid down your throat, the feeling euphoric.
âThats a good girl, now why donât you cum on my fingers for me? Hmm?â Chris asked. His words of praise made the rope inside of you snap, your orgasm washing over you without warning. Your vision went white, your thighs trembling as Chris removed his fingers from your aching cunt. You watched as he sucked them clean, maintaining eye contact with you as he did so.
Still coming down from your high, you put every last bit of energy into rolling your eyes. âAre you going to fuck me or just stare?â You asked. Chrisâs cocky smile fell, replaced with a frown. âNothings ever good enough for you, is it?â He replied, crawling on top of you. He brushed the tip of his cock up and down your folds teasingly, enjoying hearing you audibly whine for him. âWhyâd you destroy my phone?â You asked, your coherent thoughts interrupted by him shoving himself inside of you.
You both moaned in unison, the unholy sounds vibrating off of the walls. âWhyâd you decide to have phone sex in my house?â Chris gritted out, sliding himself further into you. He had more girth than you expected, your walls struggling to accommodate his size. âI asked you first dipshit,â You spat, fighting back a groan as he slid in further. Chris could feel your walls spasming around his cock, the sensation enough to make him cum right then and there. But he knew youâd never let him live it down.
âYeah? Well I asked you second,â Chris replied, bottoming out inside of you. The tip of his shaft brushed against your g spot, the slightest movement of his hips making you whimper. âIf you must know I wasnât having phone sex, dumbass,â You said honestly. Chris pulled his hips back at a teasing rate, entertaining the argument. âYeah? So what were you doing?â He questioned, doubting what you were saying. His hips bucked back into yours, hitting your g spot purposefully slow. He was drawing his thrust out, enjoying the sight of you squirming beneath him.
âI-I was thinking of you, alright? Now are you going to fuck me or what?â You rambled, embarrassed by your confession. Chris paused for a moment, soaking in your words. He leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. âIs that so? Well, I destroyed your phone because I got jealous. You belong under me, just like this, taking my cock,â Chris purred, ignoring the embarrassment of his own confession. He pulled back slightly, allowing the two of you to make eye contact.
Out of breath and desperate, both of you panted as you stared into each otherâs eyes. âWell, in that case, you better get on with it,â You said weakly. The same cocky smile that you hated plastered across his lips, his hips bucking into yours quickly. Your nails dug into his back as his hips continued to slam into yours, his cock buried inside of your cunt. Chris couldnât hold back his own groans, your walls milking his cock dry.
With glazed eyes he met your gaze, relishing in the sound of your groans, chanting his name. âOpen your mouth for me,â He ordered, his cock abusing your cervix. Chris enjoyed that you didnât hesitate, obeying him without a second thought. He put two fingers into your mouth, shoving them as far back as he could. âNow fucking suck them slut,â He growled. With each degrading word you squeezed him harder, your body snitching on your hidden desire.
âYou look so pretty like this, when you arenât yapping that mouth of yours,â He huffed. A painful whine came from his lips, your nails purposefully digging deeper into his back. You pathetically bobbed your head up and down on his fingers, concealing your smirk as you heard him in audible pain. Chris slithered his spare hand down to your cunt, drawing fast and sloppy circles around your clit.
âGo on, cum for me. Cum on my cock like the good girl you are for me,â Chris panted. The extra sensation was enough to make you throw your head back, Chrisâs fingers still lodged in your mouth. Your warning of your orgasm was muffled, your thighs shaking violently under him. The sight was going to be burned into Chrisâs memory forever, the feeling of your cunt spasming around him giving him an undeniable ego boost. He fucked you through your orgasm, becoming preoccupied with chasing his own.
His fingers roughly grabbed your waist, fucking you rougher. âShit, iâm gonna cum,â He admitted. Chris watched, mesmerized as his cock slid in and out of your cunt. âWhere do you want it?â He asked, his hips beginning to stutter. You grabbed him by his throat, dragging him towards you. You put your mouth next to his ear, smirking as you told him, âInside of me.â
You filthy fuck. For the first time your name fell from Chrisâs lips as he came, his warm seed flooding your cunt. In unison you both tried to catch your breath, Chris carefully slipping out of you. The room was silent, besides desperate breathing, a knock came from Chrisâs door.
âYeah?â
âYour uh, doordash is here dude,â Matt said awkwardly. You could hear him place a bag in front of his bedroom door. âThanks,â Chris replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
âHey Chris?â
âYeah?â
âNext time maybe fuck a little quieter, Nicks pretty pissed.â
You exchanged glances with Chris, watching as he shoved on a shirt.
âYou heard him, be quiet next time,â
âNext time? There wonât be a next time. Mr.I lasted thirty seconds.â
The sound of you two bickering made Matt roll his eyes, causing him to walk away. He wondered if you both would ever get married, or if you both would hate fuck forever. He shrugged at the idea, heading back downstairs. All Matt knew for sure, was that your moans made him cum the hardest he ever had. And that, was enough for him.
pairing. matthew sturniolo x fem!reader
genre. smut
word count. 2.4k
âare you ready? are you sure you want this?â
content warnings. established relationship, explicit content, virgin!reader. virgin!matt, loss of virginity, big dick!matt, unprotected sex, creampie,
Mattâs lips are gentle against yours, his hand resting on the nape of your neck as the other cups the side of your face, his thumb caressing the warmth of your cheek. You completely melt beneath his touch, your own lips reciprocating the kiss as your fingertips brush over the material of his shirt, desperate to grab him and pull him in close.
Kisses werenât foreign in this new relationship you have with Matt. You both have shared a few lingering kisses well before you became an official couple, but making out in the middle of Mattâs bed was something that was new for you both.
Neither of you were experiencedâor had experience. Past relationships werenât as serious as this one, and you were both unsure and not ready to dive deeper beyond light kisses, hand holdings and cuddles, until now.
Kissing longer than a few mere seconds seemed exhilarating and you didnât want the feeling to end, you undoubtedly craved more.Â
Your mouth trails from his own, across his stubbled cheek and down his neck, pressing light kisses to his skin. Matt groans at the unfamiliar feeling, eyes fluttering close as his mouth drops open, letting out a choked moan as you suckle at his skin, trying your best to colour the area in purple-red marks that you had once seen in a movie you watched.Â
You admire the work you created with a proud smile, mentally congratulating yourself for achieving something on your first try. Your gaze meets Mattâs before he leans in close, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses onto the skin of your own neck.
Your face feels hot at the thought of him marking you, wanting to give back what you had given him but your thoughts are cut off as you gasp, feeling his teeth nip at your skin before being soothed by his tongue, the action sending a shrill down your spine and your tummy swirls with excitement.Â
âDo youâŠâ Matt pauses for a moment to catch his breath, licking at his lips. âDo you want to sit on my lap?â
You nod your head, fully aware of how awkward your current positions actually are and you take his hand in yours, allowing him to help you climb onto his lap. Youâre seated comfortably on top of him now, and Matt goes to lean in to kiss you again but he slowly retracts, staring at you with an unfamiliar look in his eye and eyebrows knitted together.
Confusion hits you at his expression, âWhat is it?â
âThis is newâŠâ Matt whispers quietly as he shifts beneath you and you look down, finally understanding what heâs talking about. Your arousal from kissing is obvious against his sweatpants, having leaked through your flimsy shorts and your face crumbles in embarrassment. You go to move, to get off of him completely but his hands grip your hips, holding you down. âThatâs⊠so fucking hot.â
âMatt..â You whimper his name, affected by his words as you fist his shirt, slowly rotating your hips over his before your lips find his again.
He tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss as his tongue slips into your mouth, his hands sliding beneath your shirt to press against your bare back, the skin burning beneath his touch as he caresses your body until his fingers graze the hem of your shirt.
âCan I take this off?â Matt questions against your lips. You hesitate for a moment at the thought of your boyfriend seeing your bare chest, the nerves and anxiety kicking in and surging through your veins at doing something so intimate, but deep down you know you are ready to give yourself to Matt.Â
You know how much he truly loves you.
You nod your head, giving Matt the go ahead and he smiles, pushing the fabric up and over your head, your exposed chest leaving him flustered. Your face feels warm under his gaze, bringing your arms up to cover yourself until he shakes his head, gently grabbing your wrists to keep your arms at your side.
âMattââ
âYouâre so beautiful.â Matt compliments you, his eyes filled with adoration and love as he captures your lips with his. He pulls you in closer, tracing soothing patterns on the skin of your back, running his fingers down your spine as yours tug on his shirt.
Matt immediately gets the message, breaking away from the kiss to slip his shirt over his head, throwing it carelessly to the side and you allow yourself to stare, completely taken aback by his bare chest, unable to stop yourself from following the happy trail down his stomach to his pants.Â
His fingers reach out to hook under the waistband of your shorts and suddenly, youâre yanked out of your trance and back to reality, the reality of where youâre about to lose your virginity to the love of your life.
You were about to give him something that deems precious to you, and he was doing the same.
âCan I take this off?â Matt asks for permission as he pulls at your shorts. You donât trust your voice, so you nod your head and lean upwards to help him tug the material down your legs, hearing him let out a shaky exhale when he notices you arenât wearing underwear. He licks his lips, leaving a glossy shine behind as his thumbs slip beneath the waistband of his boxers, knowing that this was the final step needed.
You move back to allow Matt some room to raise his hips from the bed, watching with eager eyes as he pulls his boxers down to his thighs, and his cock slaps against his stomach. Your mouth waters at the sight.
Heâs bigger than you anticipated, pretty pink veins run along the length to his tip which glistened with precum under the low lighting of the room. Mattâs nervous as he observes your reaction, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, cheeks tinted a pink hue as he watches your facial expression.Â
You raise your head to meet his gaze, and a shy smile spreads across your lips as a relieved smile takes his own. His handsâgentle and delicateâare placed on your hips as he helps guide you closer, fingers squeezing the flesh of your skin as you hover above his cock, the tip brushing through your folds that sends shivers down your spine.
âAre you ready?â Matt mumbles, licking his lips nervously. âAre you sure you want this?â He seems just as anxious as you, but your chest blossoms with warmth at his constant checks to see if youâre still okay with whatâs about to happen. You smile and nod your head, your arms loosely draping around his shoulders as you lean in to kiss him. Matt sighs against your lips, âI love you.â
Youâre unable to mutter the same words back as a gasp rips from the back of your throat when Matt helps you sink down onto his cock. Your fingers grab at his shoulder blades, nails digging into his skin which elicits a hiss from him as you feel the uncomfortable pain spread through your pussy and around your legs.Â
A cry falls from your lips and Matt whispers repeatedly apologies into your ear through grunts and groans, the feeling of your spongy walls squeezing around him makes his eyes roll to the back of his head, and his grip on your hips tighten.
He helps to continue sinking you down onto his cock until heâs fully sheathed inside, remaining as still as he possibly could for you to both adjust to this new and foreign feeling.
The stretch is painful and uncomfortable. It feels as though your insides are burning and youâre unsure if able to move, and you wince through tears as your body instinctively tries to force him out of you. Mattâs unbelievably patient with you, to which you found so loving and considerate. He leans back to wipe away the tears that drip down your cheeks, pressing affectionate kisses to your face as he coos, trying to soothe your erratic breathing.
âYouâre doing so well for me, you got it,â Matt encourages you between smooches. âGood girl,â His thumb swipes across your wobbly bottom lip. âCan I move?â
You sniffle as you nod, âYes.â
Mattâs careful when he decides to switch your positions, his hand pressed firmly to your back to hold you close to his chest as he slowly turns, laying you down on the bed. He stays between your thighs, lips pressed together tightly as he stifles a grunt at the deepness the new angle gives him, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth as he tries to calm himself down, not wanting his lust to overpower his emotions and pound into you at the speed he desperately craves.
You run your fingers through his hair and scratch your nails at his scalp, and Matt leans into your touch as he slowly pulls out halfway before rolling his hips forwards, his cock slipping deeper into you once again and this time, you gasp in pleasure.
His head drops down on your shoulder, his nose nuzzling into your neck as he groans, curses spilling from his lips as he lazily thrusts into you.
âBigâfuckâyouâre too big.â The words tumble out of your mouth unexpectedly, and it makes Mattâs movements falter for a moment.Â
A sudden whine slips past his lips at your compliment once it dawns on him, and his hands hook beneath your thighs to tug you closer, giving you the subtle hint to wrap your legs around his hips which you immediately obey, locking your ankles together at the middle of his spine, and you mewl when his cock brushes against a certain spot when he starts thrusting inside of you once more.Â
Your eyebrows knit together at the new sensation that forms in the pit of your stomach, and his cock that rubs against your walls seemingly makes him struggle to breathe properly. The intense pleasure becomes too much for him to handle as his movements speed up, the sounds of his hips slapping to yours and the moans and whimpers leaving your lips encourage him further.
With a tight grasp on his bicep, your back arches and toes curl as the pleasure builds, repeatedly calling out his name as broken moans fill the air.
âYouâre tightâshit, kidâtightening around me,â Matt struggles to speak through grunts, his thrusts sloppy and uneven as his own high starts to chase him. âFuck, baby.â
Matt removes his head from your neck to hungrily press his lips to yours, swallowing your sounds with slow movements of his kiss, and his tongue dips inside of your mouth. You desperately try to reciprocate the kiss, but with one deep thrust it sends your orgasm toppling over you and you hold him close, a guttural moan muffled by his kiss.
Your legs tremble around his body, and your cunt spasms around his cock which leads him into his own orgasm, his body stilling as he cums inside of you in long spurts. Matt struggles to hold up his weight, and collapses down onto your body as he rolls his hips, helping you both ride out your highs
You lay in bliss, aware of the liquid that spills down your thighs and onto the sheets below, and you make a mental note in your head to remind yourself to wash them afterwards as you relax into Mattâs embrace. His hands curl beneath your body as you massage his scalp, sharing gentle kisses and quiet words of affection before it was time to let each other go.
Matt places his palms on the bed to help himself sit up, and his gaze drops down as he watches his cock slip out of your puffy hole. Your nose scrunches up, pulling a face of discomfort at the feeling as you lean up on your own elbows to look at the mess created between your legs.
âOh shit, thatâs a lot,â He mutters under his breath, and his eyes widen as he observes the way his cum drips out of you. His cheeks are flustered and he bites down on his bottom lip, but his attention snaps to you when he hears a snort leave your lips, eyeing you as your hand comes up to cover your mouth to hide your laughter at his awkwardness. He rolls his eyes, âShut up.â
Matt climbs off of the bed and enters the bathroom, and you remain in bed with an amused smile on your face. However, the events prior slowly start to dawn on you as you feel a dull ache between your thighs that spreads around your hips, causing you to shuffle uncomfortably.Â
You wince at the discomfort, rubbing your palms across your thighs in hopes to soothe the soreness but fail to do so, and your bottom lip forms into a pout as you glance over at Matt who comes back into the bedroom with a glass of water and a damp towel.
âHey, hey, hey,â Mattâs quick to put down the glass and towel once he notices, and he crawls across the bed to cup your face in his hands. He frowns at the pained look on your face. âAre you alright? Whatâs wrong?â
âIt just aches a little.â
âThatâs fine, baby. Itâs normal. It happens,â Matt reassures you with a smile and you nod your head slowly, watching as his hands massage the skin of your thighs, immediately bringing you the relief you needed. You lean up to kiss him as a thank you and he grins against your lips, kissing you back with the same amount of love and adoration before he moves his mouth to leave a trail of noisy pecks and smooches across the skin of your cheek, eliciting a giggle from you.
He helps clean you up, gently dabbing the warm, damp towel over your skin, cleaning the remains of what happened a few moments prior before hooking his arm around your middle, guiding you off of the bed and into the bathroom for you to pee.
Once he leads you back to bed, he wraps the blanket over both of your bodies, and you curl into his chest beneath the duvet, your hand finding his to lace your fingers together, leaving delicate kisses on his knuckles as his free hand caresses the back of your head.
A murmur of âi love yousâ and other sweet words of affection are the only sounds heard in the bedroom, and sweet caresses and fond kisses follow close behind before the two of you lull into unconsciousness, keeping close together as you refuse to let each other go.
summary: when you love someone, itâs hard to let go.
in my twenty years of living, i have never dreaded anything more than getting into that car.
iâve never dreaded anything more than starting the camera for the last time with the boy i love sitting next to me in the passenger seat.
iâve never dreaded anything as much as sitting there in front of a rolling camera and spilling my heart out.
everyone thought everything was perfect with us.
but all the fake smiles after arguments, the masks we put on for the camera after a screaming match, the blinked back tears and the swallowed hurt we hid from the world would finally be seen by them. and that terrified me.
suddenly it all felt very real.
i find myself sitting back in what should be the comfort of my drivers seat, but the thoughts heavy on my mind block out all sense of familiarity with my position in front of a camera.
chris sits next to me, evidently as anxious as i am. we exchange few words. it hurt too much to say anything more.
my shaky hand reached out to start recording, missing the button a few times.
as the cameras starting rolling and i spoke, my voice trembled with raw emotion, betraying the pain i desperately tried to suppress. chris sat beside me staring at his lap, knees bouncing, his usual bright and warm demeanour muted by the overwhelming feelings of heartbreak.
âi think we owe it to all of you to be honest.â i forced out, my voice leaving my lips sounding foreign.
weâd been separated for two weeks now but sitting here in my car, enveloped in his scent and presence where we had sat together many times before, was when the realisation of what we were doing hit me like a train wreck.
i choked up instantly, the lump in my throat too big to continue speaking.
i took a few moments to compose myself and chris looked up to face the camera.
âme and chris have decided to end our relationship.â
the weight of the words settle in and i suddenly feel like my heart has been hollowed out of my chest. it only now feels like those words have become a reality.
it hurts. so bad.
âitâs not something thatâs easy for either of us,â chris continued, his voice quivering as much as his form. heâs shaking so much i feel myself become dizzy with how fast his leg is bouncing.
âi still love her and she still loves me,â he paused, taking in a deep breath before continuing, âbut weâve come to understand that we want different things in life and that by staying together we werenât letting each other achieve all the things we wanted to.â his voice cracked.
more tears welled up in my eyes as i recounted the countless memories weâd shared, each one a bitter reminder of what we were losing.
âweâve grown in different directions,â i confessed, my voice croaky. i was struggling to get the words out. still, i continued, âand as much as it hurts, we know this is the right decision for both of us.â
âi think, since we got together quite young, we were still unsure about our futures and what we wanted to do with our lives, so once we realised what we did, we also realised that what we wanted were different things. so itâs just part of growing up i guess.â
for a sentence meant to be said lightly, he sure made it feel as heavy as an anchor dragging my heart down to my stomach.
âeven though coming to this conclusion was a really hard journey, it definitely had to be done. we couldnât drag each other down like that because i think it would be selfish and in the long run it wouldâve led to more hurt,â i lied through my teeth. i didnât think that. i donât think i could ever feel more hurt then i do right now.
i love him. i love him so much it makes me sick at how little i have to offer him. he deserves better. heâs always deserved better.
âeven though weâre ending things here, i just want to say that i could never be the person i am today without y/n. sheâs always been there for me, during the bad times and the good and iâm so glad that i was able to meet someone like her when i did because i honestly donât know what kinda place i would be in if i hadnât.â chris choked out, struggling to contain his tears.
i took his hand in mine, though i couldnât tell whether it was to console him or me.
âi love chris and i know theyâll always be a part of my heart that belongs to him.â
i caught a glance of myself in the rear view mirror. my eyes were red and puffy. my cheeks were wet with tears and the bottom half of my face was trembling uncontrollably. he looked of a similar state.
i tried to continue, turning my body to face him,
âi really wish you the best in life chris, i love you and i hope that youâll achieve all that you ever want. iâm sorry for anything and everything iâve said to you over the years that may have hurt you, knowingly or unknowingly.â the tears ran down my cheeks and i wiped my eyes and suppressed them again.
i wanted to tell him that i hoped he would find someone better to love, someone that could offer more and that he could love as much as i love him. but i couldnât. because i didnât. not one bit.
âchris, you and your brothers have brightened up my life in so many ways and i just canât-â
i couldnât say anything more. but when i looked up into his eyes i knew he understood me and that he could see all the things i wanted to say.
and that made me feel worse. i hate how well he knows me.
âi love you too, and i hope we can still be friends.â
i smiled sadly but didnât say anything.
i knew he could never be anything less than a lover to me.
as the video drew to a close, our hands lay entwined on the centre console as we ended our last video.
with heavy hearts and trembling lips, we wave goodbye to the camera for the last time.
as soon as it shut off, chris burst into a fit of uncontrolled sobs. i cried silently with his hand in mine. each cry that escaped his lips stabbed at my heart.
i was doing this for him, i reminded myself. donât be selfish.
his whole body shook, his other hand clutched tightly at his chest, as if trying to contain the overwhelming ache he felt inside. with each shuddering breath, his shoulders heaved trying to grasp onto any bit of air he could.
i brought his head to my chest and he cried into my shirt, grasping onto me like he was trying to keep me from leaving.
i tried to slow his breaths and after a while he looked up at me. my heart was too shattered to feel any more pain.
all i saw was him. i was probably a reflection of him, tear-stricken cheeks, puffed up and bloodshot eyes. but in my eyes he has never he looked more beautiful then he did now.
he started to quiver again in my arms.
âhey. youâre gonna be okay.â
he looked deep into my eyes and the tears started pouring again. i tangled my fingers in his hair and then he whispered with nothing but anguish and utter heartache is his voice,
âbut i donât wanna be okay without you.â
GODDAMN WAS THAT A RIDE đȘ
i cannot tell u how many times i cried writing this im such an emotional wreck
anyway tell me what you think, feedback and constructive criticism are welcome!!
preview: Chris was over you constantly running to him for help with your shitty boyfriend. so he decided to take matters into his own hands.
a/n: listen to song for full effect! trust me, it's worth it. - L đ€
Chris' POV
i was laying down in bed scrolling through instagram as I see a text notification pop up. it was y/n. I roll my eyes as I read the text.
y/n
i'm so tired of him
i sigh to myself. she was always coming to me for help. her boyfriend constantly treats her like shit. sometimes I didn't even know what to say back. she was always texting about stupid shit he says. I really didn't understand why she stayed with him. I laid there for a bit with my eyes staying still on the text.
Chris
what he do now?
i see a text bubble pop up right away and it stays that way for a while. I guess since it's her first real relationship, if you even consider it that, I understood the attachment she had.
y/n
i'll tell you in person. you think you could come over?
i was confused by the short text since she was typing for so long.
Chris
sure. only because i'm a good friend. be there in 20.
i sigh getting out of bed, heading to my closet to put on a black hoodie and some dark washed jeans. I was sort of dreading it. as much as I cared for her, sometimes I just wanted to tell her to stop talking about him. obviously i can't say that. all I could do was stay supportive.
after a bit, I finally finish and head to Matt asking him for a ride. y/n didn't live that far.
"she's having problems again?" Matt asks getting up grabbing his keys, putting on his shoes. I sigh responding, "obviously. what do I even do?" he just chuckles as he says, "well just listen I guess." I nod as I slip on my shoes as well.
we get in the car and we head to her apartment. the sun was barely going down.
End of Chris' POV
time passes as Chris finally arrives knocking on your door. you open the door after a bit, with puffy eyes. he looks at you as he tenses up. he hated seeing you like this. Chris walks in as he embraces you with a hug. you hug back as you both just stand there in silence. he rubs your back softly. "lets go sit down and talk." he says pulling away. you nod as you walk over to the couch, him following behind.
you both sit down as you sniffle a bit. all he could do was stare at you waiting for you to speak. "he lied to me about where he was. he said he was going to grab lunch with his friends but I saw his location at some random house I haven't seen before." you pause for a bit, "I confronted him about it but he just got defensive. I have every right to be angry right?" Chris just nods. you cover your face as you sigh. "I gave him everything I could. he doesn't realize all I put up with." you say. you continue to rant as he just stays silent. Chris was frustrated listening to you complain over and over again about the same shit.
"and he-" you were interrupted by Chris clearing his throat. "y/n. this is getting ridiculous. how many times do I have to sit here listening to the same shit?" you were taken a back from his response. "all he does is treat you with no respect. do you really think I want to hear about it all the time? there's a simple solution to all of this." you stay silent with a blank look. he stays silent as he waits for a response. your phone rings. it was your boyfriend. you both look at the notification. you were going to reach for your phone, but Chris picks it up before you could. "hey-" you say to him but you stay silent in shock with what he does next. he answers the call.
"hello? y/n?" your boyfriend, Zach, speaks. "look Zach. all you do is make her upset. so do me a favor, don't call again." Chris says hanging up, throwing your phone to the other side of the couch. you sit there in shock. "why would you do that?" you exclaim. "he's still my boyfriend." Chris scoffs. "look at my face y/n. does it look like I give a fuck?" he says with a serious tone. "I know what you want y/n. it's for sure not him." he says shaking his head. "Chris, this is my relationship." you say. "I know it is. yet you bring me in between to constantly pick you up. so if you want me here, stop bringing him up. stop talking unless it's about us."
you have a confused look on your face. "us?" you ask. he lets out a fake chuckle before speaking, "yeah us. I know you're with him but, let me ask you something." he says getting up. "why stay with him, when you got me to replace him?" your eyes widen at the question. "I mean i'm constantly here for you. clearly, he's not." he continues. he walks over to you as he looks into your eyes with that same serious face. you sit up straight as you keep the eye contact. "I don't know what you want me to say. i'm still with Zach." you respond. he clenches his jaw as he lets out a scoff. "again. does it look like I give a fuck?" he says. all you could do was look down at your feet.
"you can stay with him. all I can do is just make things better." he says lifting your head up by your chin. making you look into his eyes. you swallow at his actions. "but I don't trust him." he says. he puts his hand on your cheek as he rubs it softly. "let me make you forget him." again, your eyes widen at the statement. next thing you know, he grabs your hand, making you get up. "do you want that?" he asks. you hesitate before nodding slowly.
he gives a sly smile as he turns you around, bending you over onto the couch. "he won't give you what I got for you right now." he says putting his hands on your shoulders, as he slides them down the side of your body slowly. you stayed silent, giving into the moment. your breathing was a bit uneven as you felt his touch. he then uses his hand to move your hair to one side. he leans in behind you, leaving kisses on your neck softly. "is this okay?" he whispers in your ear. you gulp as you say quietly, "yes". he then stands back up straight as he takes off his hoodie, a long with his shirt. "good". he responds taking in the sight of you in front of him.
he then pulls down your pajama pants slowly. leaving them hang at your ankles. he leans down grabbing your ass, leaving soft wet kisses on it. "perfect". he says. he then leans in behind you as he grabs your face making you look at him. he grips your face kissing you hungrily. you kiss back eagerly. you knew Zach never kissed you like this. as you continue kissing, he moves his hand down to your neck gripping it, still kissing you. you felt your hot core get wet. you never expected to be in this position. yeah, you were with Zach. but Chris was living up to his words. Zach left your mind. all you could think now was how badly you needed Chris. you hear your phone ringing. you wanted to pull away and look but he grips onto you harder. "no phones." he sternly says.
he gets off you, starting to unbutton his pants. it was very evident how hard you got him. just by looking at you, bent over in front of him. he lets his pants drop below him, hanging at his ankles. he then pulls your black panties down. his eyes were filled with lust and admiration. he groans quietly taking it in. "so beautiful". he says.
he licks his lips as he pulls down his boxers taking his dick into his hand. he strokes himself as he gets closer to you. he takes his tip and rubs it at your entrance, teasing you. you move slightly, wanting him to put it in already. he lets out a laugh, "be patient". he inserts his tip slowly taking it out shortly after. you whine at his movement. he smirks as he does it again, having you go crazy.
"Chris please..." you whine out quietly. "good to know you want it so badly." he responds. he then shoves his dick all the way into your wet core. you arch your back at the feeling, letting out a moan, shutting your eyes. his thrusts were slow, driving you insane. "fuck y/n. are you sure you still want to be with him?" he says groaning.
he continues thrusting slowly but deeply, having your arms get weak from holding yourself up. "Chris you feel so good stretching me out". you moan out. he lets out a small laugh as he pushes your head down into the couch picking up his pace, your arms giving out. "fuck!" you scream out. your eyes were clouding up as he continued to thrust faster. "you take it so good." he says with a single sweat drop slide down the side of his face.
you were a moaning mess. you never imagined Chris being this good. "you're so fucking hot y/n" he says putting his hands over yours as you both grip the couch beneath. you were enjoying every moment. you've never been treated so good. "is this what you needed to help you?" he asks keeping his pace. "yes!" you scream out. he slows down his thrusts leaning back up to leave kisses on your shoulder.
he then grips your waist as he pounds you slowly with his thrusts. you rolled your eyes with pleasure at the feeling. he grunts with every thrust. your legs started to get weak as you moan out, "i'm cumming Chris." he slaps your ass as he returns to his fast paced thrusts. you released all over his dick. he pulls out, stroking his dick on top of your ass, shooting his cum all over it. he throws his head back at the sensation.
your legs were shaking, as he chuckles with his breath uneven. he cleans you up, then collapsing next to you. you lay down staring at the ceiling. you stayed silent with a smile appearing on your face thinking to yourself, "wow." Chris then kisses you on the cheek asking you, "so... what's on your mind now?" you turn to look at him before replying, "you". he smiles at your response, kissing you gently.
"call me Mr. steal your girl from how I got you." he says with a sly smile. you both let out a loud laugh. your phone starts ringing again. you knew it was Zach. you let it ring. you didn't care. Chris grabs your phone and hangs it up. "remember, he can't give you what I got." he says.
a/n: sorry if this was short! likes and reblogs are highly appreciated. thank you! - L đ€
đđđđđ đđđđđđđđ, christopher sturniolo & fem!reader.
episode summary: you and chris attend one of taraâs parties, where one first time leads to another unexpectedly.
parental advisory & ratings: slight angst, but it gets fluffier towards the end + established relationship with chris. talks and usage of drugsâmolly to be specific, swearing, talks of sex and virginity loss, and nick locking in big brother mode.
â„ïž â Í. behind the scenes. first things first: do not do drugs! in no shape or form am i promoting drug usage. anyways, this was well out of my comfort zone but i did enjoy writing it, i hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much â be safe ! đ
april 20th, 10:47 pm ââ beverly hills, ca.
ever since you saw the videos from tara yummyâs one million party, youâve been begging for chris to take to you one. the puppy dog eyes and princess tantrums mustâve charmed him over because thatâs exactly how you spent your friday night instead of curled up in bed, indulging in terribly written netflix shows and a tub of ben & jerryâs brownie batter ice cream.
though you guys werenïżœïżœïżœt in hawaii, the theme of her latest party was a luauâone of taraâs friends let her use their beach house; the perfect view of the ocean, the floral and beachy decor, and island style drinks and food. it was, well, perfect. especially considering that it was your first time going to a big party, nothing too crazy.
or so you thought.
the frilly and cheerful flower necklace that laid around your neck moved frantically with every move you made as you danced to the beat of the music with tara. the big speakers produced such a deep volume of bass that it made the walls in the house shake and the floor vibrate. and though you were having the time of your life, you couldnât help but feel a little embarrassed over the fact that you were practically glued to taraâs side all night.
it wasnât too much of your fault, everybody you knew was either busy or couldnât make it; nick and matt stayed home, nick complained something about having a âdebilitating migraineâ and matt was in one of his moods. madi got caught up in some sort of brand deal nightmare and the moment you arrived to the party, one of chrisâs friends pulled him towards the drinking games table. you always felt a bit out of place around his friends so you just let it happen, not wanting to live up to the âclingy girlfriendâ title youâre sure they tease him about.
you and tara flashed each other toothy, anticipated smiles as you both walked over to a less noisy area, trying to catch your breaths from all the dancing youâve engaged in. you two giggle and gush over how much fun youâre having when suddenly, the dj switches the track to a slower paced song, earning a thankful sigh from tara.
âthank god,â the short brunette dramatically exhaled as her arms fell to her sides. she looked around the room and quickly locked eyes with her ex boyfriend, jake, sending him some sort of hand signal as she motioned towards you. âhey um, hun? i think iâm gonna run to the bathroom real quick.â
âdo you want me to come with?â you curiously offered, oblivious to what she was hinting towards. âyou know, to stand guard.â
âoh, no need!â the girl singsonged, forcing a smile as her eyes darted between jake and one of the bathrooms down the hall. it suddenly clicked in your head, and you felt like a cockblocking moron. you awkwardly watched as jake pushed past a few people, making his over to you twoâwell, really tara.
âyou should go find chris!â tara giggled loudly as she let her ex pull her away. that was her nice way of telling you to get lost.
11:17 pm.
after what felt like forever searching through a sea of people, you finally found chris. he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, talking to one of his friends. despite being a bit out of breath, you excitedly called out his name and waved at him. his friend quickly glanced in your direction, patted him on his shoulder, and bolted away just as you made your way towards him.
âheyâyou okay, babe? you look tired.â chris questioned as his brows furrowed with worry the more he examined your state. he wasnât lying, you were a bit tired from the dancing and walking around. but you didnât wanna go home just yet. not so early into the party.
âiâm fine.â you shook your head as your boyfriend wrapped his arm around you. âjust a little thirsty, all the dancing and stuff.â he kept his arm lazily draped around you as you two waltzed your way to the kitchen to find something to quench your thirst.
11:35 pm.
you and chris quickly settled on some punch, red cups filled with the delicious citrusy beverage as you both caught up with each other. you gushed to him about the dance frenzy you were in with tara and he bragged about how he totally âkicked assâ at beer pong. between the loud music and fast paced convos, you both didnât hear the kitchen door swing open.
âchris sturniolo, i thought iâd see you here.â
you both quickly turned around at the sudden sound of a girlâs voice and your eyes are met with the sight of a tall blonde girl. your eyes darted between the semi uncomfortable look on chrisâs face and the friendly look on hersâdefinitely laced with something else you couldnât quite put your finger on.
you awkwardly coughed as you sloshed the rest of your drink around in your cup. âyou two know each other orâŠ?â
âwe used to be, umââ chris nervously fumbled with the sleeve of his jacket.
âwe go way back,â the girl answered for him, somewhat saving his ass from a whole lot of questions and awkwardness. she turned her attention towards you and smiles tightly. so fake.
âiâm brooke.â she reached her hand out for you to shake. you return the favor with a small smile back.
chris awkwardly cleared his throat. âright. y/n, this is brooke, brooke, this is y/n, myââ
âgirlfriend.â the tall blonde answered for him again. âyeah, yeahâŠkinda figured. the way you had your arm around her earlier kinda gave it away. anyways uhââ you watched as she began to dig in her clutch purse and you couldnât help but to feel a small pang of jealousy form in the pit of your stomach. you werenât sure what kind of relationship she has with chrisâor what kind of relationship she had, but the girl was drop dead gorgeous, the way her small black dress clung to her body showing off her curvesâŠit was almost mesmerizing.
âspeaking of introductions and stuff like that,â brooke said as she she slowly pulled out a bag of white pills from her clutch. âiâm hoping you two wouldnât mind meeting my friend molly tonight.â
chrisâs facial expression darkened as he pushed you behind him. âabsolutely not, okay? y/nâsheâs not that kind of girl.â
your stomach flip flopped, youâre werenât stupid. you knew what was in that bag, despite your lack of knowledge and experience on it. though, curiosity gotten the best of you.
âwait,â you stepped forward, eyes darting between the bag and brooke. âi dunno, i mean, whatâs itâŠlike?â
brooke smirked as she placed two single pills on to your palm. âfirst timer huh? donât worry, chris hasnât tried it either. but if you really wanna knowâŠâ you leaned forward on the counter as she edged you with her words. chris scoffed and looked away, but made sure he stayed by your side despite being ticked off.
ââŠcolors get brighter, sounds get sharper. you feel more connected to everything you love, thatâs why they call it the love drug.â
chris angrily watched as brooke slowly walked off to a group of partygoers by the door, enthusiastically greeting them with hugs. he turned back towards you and sighed, shoulders slumping. âyou donâtâyou donât have toââ
âno!â you squeaked back excitedly. âi do, i do want to, i mean. itâd be both our first time taking, um, well you know.â you couldnât bring yourself to say the word. âcâmon babe, please?â
your boyfriend let out a defeated sigh as he looked around the kitchen before picking one of the small white pills out the center of your palm.
you two exchanged nervous smiles as you toasted with your red solo cups, downing the drug with the party punch.
12:30 am.
âcâmere,â chris giggled as he pulled your legs into his lap. you two were currently seated on the memory foam couch in the middle of the living room, center of the ongoing party. it was a little after an hour since you and your boyfriend took the pillsâthe pills which have definitely kicked in. brooke wasnât lying, the colors in the atmosphere looked like something straight from a lisa frank collection, you felt light and airy asa feather. you giggled some more as you ran your finger through chrisâs hair, his chocolate colored waves nearly having you under hypnosis.
âwhat is with you and my hair?â he laughed, gently pushing your hands away from his head.
âmmm, itâs just soâŠjust so soft.â you lazily responded before booping the boyâs nose.
he lazily threw his head back against the couch and smiled at you. âyou wanna know what really feels soft, babe? this couchâjust feel it, like, oh my god.â you two bursted into another fit of giggles as you felt up on the couch cushions, soon melting and becoming one with the foam.
âi love this couch!â you gushed happily. âi love this house! itâs so awesome, oh my god!â
chris giggled at your euphoric state as he sat up a bit. âiâm so glad, i mean. i really am so glad for a lot of stuff. i was kinda worried when we first got here that the party would be a bit too much for you, yâknow. i never want anything to ever be too much for you.â
âbaby.â you smiled at your boyfriendâs intoxicated state.
ânooo, iâm serious,â he continued. âi just love you sâmuch, i know i can be high on energy like allll the time but sometimes i worry that i might be too much for you. and i was talking to the guys earlier and sex got into the topic, they asked if weâve ever done it yet and, i dunno. iâm not sure if you wanna.â
âw-wait,â you stopped him, sitting up as soon as the word sex left his lips. âso, like, do you not wanna have sex with me?â you nervously chewed on your bottom lip as he quickly shook his head.
âno, no!â chris practically yelped. âi do, i really do, but i donât wanna likeâŠitâs no pressure! none at allââ
âi want to.â you suddenly found yourself on your feet, excitement and anticipation shooting through your bloodstream. âiâm ready. i wanna do it.â
âyou sureââ
âiâm sure.â you nodded eagerly. chris smiled softly as he slowly stood up, wrapping his arm around your waist. âokay, babe.â he pressed a kiss along your temple. âletâs go find a room.â
april 21st, 9:30 am ââ los angeles, ca ; present time & day.
chris absentmindedly toyed with the rubber band around his wrist as he sits on the barstool in front of the kitchen counter, watching nick prepare breakfast as he blabbers on about some sort of instagram dilemma; something about him not knowing which pictures to posts? dunno, beats chris, not like heâs listening.
which earns him a sharp scolding from the eldest sturniolo triplet. âhello, earth to fucking christopher. i asked you question like five minutes ago. are you gonna answer or are you gonna sit there staring into space like youâve just seen a ghost or something equally fucked up?â
chrisâs pale blues shoot up to meet nickâs. âhm?â
âokayyyyyâŠâ nick turns his attention back to the waffle maker heâs been messing with for the past hour. three waffles made, three more to go. âwhatâs upâand donât tell me it has anything to do with you being hungry. when youâre hungry, you act like a fucking warthog, not a spaced out idiot.â
the longer haired boy rolls his eyes in annoyance.
âsomething tells me it has something to do with y/n?â nick tries, eyes occasionally glancing up. âdid you guys get into a fight? sheâs been acting weird this morning too.â
the way chrisâs shoulder slump tells nick that heâs right on the moneyâafter what happened last night at the party? thereâs been an uncanny amount of silence between you two and a dreadful, looming feeling of fear. and guilt, lots of it.
âno, we justââ the youngest triplet groans loudly as he buries his face into his hands. âwe kinda hadâŠsex.â
âyou guys had sex!â nick shouts, causing chris to grit his teeth and throw an oven mitt at his brother. âgod nick, could you be any louder? i donât think the people on the first floor heard you!â
âi-iâm sorry,â nick responds in a whisper shout as he finishes cooking up the last round of waffles, sliding them on to a plate. âbut thatâs a really big fuckinâ dealâyou two had sex!â
âwe were high, nick, really fucking highâŠwe took each other virginities, we werenât thinking straight.â
âWHAT?!â
ânick, shut the fuck up!â matt whines from his room, slamming the door shut. nick and chris exchange looks before breaking out into a giggle fit, but it doesnât last long.
âso let me get this straight,â nick pours syrup over his and chrisâs waffles. âyou guys got high, blasted out of your minds, and then fucked?â
chris nearly chokes as he washes down his food with apple juice. âeven though thats literally what happened, donât say it like that. it sounds bad.â
âit kinda is bad, chris.â nick shakes his head. normally, nick would be quick to scold his younger brothers whenever they did something so utterly stupid, but looking at the depressive state chris is in, he decides to give him the benefit of the doubt. âbut itâs not the end of the world. you two did something pretty stupid and irresponsible, yeah, but thereâs couples out there who have done worse. thereâs still time to fix things between each other.â nick nods towards the balcony, where you been sitting out for most of the morning.
âsheâs out there, go talk to her.â
you jump at the sudden sound of the balcony door sliding open. you turn around to see chris standing in the doorway. you give him a small wave and halfhearted smile before settling back down on the lounge chair youâve been camping out on for the past few hours.
âhey.â chris greets softly, handing you a can of pepsi as he sits down on the empty chair next to you. you canât help but to roll your eyes and laugh as you accept his carbonated drink offer.
âiâm sorry,â you both say in unison, causing each other to laugh. chris shakes his head once the laughter dies down. âiâll go first; iâm sorry. last night shouldâve went down differently, and i shouldnât have let youâŠyou know. mess around with that stuff. your first time shouldâve been special.â
your brows furrow. âbut it was special, chris. i mean sure, it wasnât exactly how i planned my first time going but i donât regret it at all. not a single bit. i even thought you were mad at me.â
the brunette nearly chokes as he looks at you. âmad at you? baby, i thought you were mad at me!â
âno!â you laugh. he laughs. you both laugh again. you guys look at each other and then look away.
âso weâre good, right?â you ask.
chris leans forward and grabs you by the waist, settling you into his lap. âyeah, babe. weâre good.â you two snuggle and enjoy the morning sun when suddenly, the sound of nickâs annoyed voice fills the air.
âyou guys better come eat these fucking waffles! i spent an hour nearly burning my fucking hand off for these shits!â
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Summary: chris hand always been a player. Would that change once he becomes famous? -no.
Warnings: smut, player!Chris, influencer!Reader, party, mentions of drinking/tobacco/weed, pet names (ma, pretty boy, pretty lady, sweetheart, etc.), bathroom sex, semi public, oral m!receiving, fingering, p in v (protected), praise kink, swearing, no use of y/n, no oc, written in 2nd pov
(A/N: English is not my first language, and I always appreciate feedback enjoy! love y'all)
Chris had always been sort of a fuckboy.
And with his growing fame it wasnât getting any better.
Chris has a huge ego. Sure people would always say him and his brothers are nice and humble, but that doesnât mean Chris canât be cocky at times.
He didnât drink. He was underage, though in LA nobody really cared about that anyway. He just didnât like drinking.
Chris and his brothers would always be invited to some random LA parties.
At first Chris never wanted to go. He didnât like partying. He didnât like the smell of alcohol, tobacco and weed.
However he soon came to realize that his looks and fame would get girls swooning over him.
He was being a player and he knew it. However none of the girls heâs ever been with complained.
He made sure they know that it would be a one night stand, and that he doesnât date. And it worked for him.
â â â
You were an upcoming YouTuber and influencer. You were starting to gain more and more followers. People were starting to notice you more
You were known for your humor and your witty comebacks.
And as much as you would like to deny it, People didnât just loved you for your personality, but they also loved your body.
You were gorgeous, To put it lightly.
So obviously when Chris saw you on his for you page a week ago, picking out an outfit to put on for some place you were going to that day, he thought you were hot.
Not that heâd do anything about it.
He wasnât the type of guy to slide into someoneâs dmâs. Because quite frankly he didnât care that much.
â â â
But when he saw you at the party he was attending thoâŠ
Youâd been carelessly dancing. You werenât drinking, even tho you were 21. You didnât want to drink today. You wanted to have sober fun and hang out with your friends.
Your friends always did and said the craziest things when drunk. And watching it as the sober designated driver was hilarious.
You feel big hands being placed on your waist delicately.
You turn around to see who it was and to your surprise it was one of the sturniolo triplets.
Chris.
Heâs bold for just touching you like that. But for some reason it was hot. Maybe it was just the air laced in weed that was getting to you, but you were enjoying this.
So you simply dance with him.
After a while you both leave the middle of the crowd going to the kitchen to talk. The kitchen being way less crowded than the living room of this house party.
âYouâre bold.â You chuckle pointing out watching as his expression morphed into one of amusement and lust as he checks you out.
âCouldnât help myself maâ
âSure you couldnât, pretty boyâ you chuckle rolling your eyes at the statement.
Chris, to the public was known to be a sweetheart. But in LA, around other influencers he was known to have quite frequent hook ups. And he was known to never leave any of the girls not satisfied.
You, having moved to LA recently for your career, have heard all about it. People were âwarningâ you, but no one was outright telling you it was a stupid idea. Because was it tho?
âWhatâs a pretty lady like you doing here anyway?â His goofy grin is wide as he stares back into your eyes.
His eyes are a light shade of blue, but in the lights of the party and his blown out pupils they look dark. His brown hair long, and a mess.
After people had told you about him and his brothers (And particularly Chrisâ reputation), you had searched them up and watched a few of their videos. They were quite funny.
And Chris in particular seemed to not be able to take anything seriously.
âNothing, just having fun.â
You shrug taking a sip from your red solo cup. It was filled with plain water. Chris raised an eyebrow at that.
âYouâre not drinking?â He canât help the small laugh he lets out at that. Tho he is secretly glad youâre not. This was his chance to get you in bed, but he wasnât going to do anything with a drunk girl.
âNo,â you chuckle back. âDesignated driverâ you raise your free hand in surrender as if it was a crime.
He chuckles at your antics his eyes trailing over your face over to your body once more.
âEyes up here sweetheart.â
His eyes snap back to yours his goofy grin staying right where it was.
âSorry ma, youâre just really distracting.â He smiles looking down at you.
You werenât that much shorter than him. But granted you were wearing high heels. He wasnât even that tall himself though.
You were wearing a tiny mini dress. One that ends right below your ass. Your cleavage being low giving him a great view of your boobs.
âOh, Iâm distracting?â
You tease. You take a step closer to him, stepping into his personal space as you tilt your head up to look at him better.
His hand goes to the side of your jaw rubbing his thumb over your cheek gently as if asking for consent. You wrap your arm Around his neck pulling him down connecting your lips.
The sweet kiss turns more heated when his hand moved from your jaw to the back of your neck. His other hand holding you by the small of your back keeping your body flush against himself.
His tongue graces your lips asking for entrance with you eagerly give, parting your mouth slightly so he can slip his tongue into your mouth.
You make out, your tongues tangling in each other as you simply kiss for a moment.
His tongue hungrily exploring your mouth. He leans into you more tilting your head back more, kissing you with all the lust in his body. Kissing you Like he wants to devour you.
You eventually pull apart to breath. His lips immediately meeting your jawline. He kisses down your jawline moving down to your neck to your collarbone.
âDamn you smell amazing.â He breaths out. His voice strained from the previous kiss.
âThank youâ you chuckle your hand finding its way into his messy waves. You scratch his scalp with your freshly manicured nails causing him to let out a low groan.
He pulls back slightly. He leaves a quick peck on your lips before looking at you again.
âHow about we go somewhere.â His voice low and raspy. Laced with the attraction and lust he feels for you.
You just hum. He starts to drag you back through the living room, through the crowd of people. Getting to some random bathroom. He opens the door and lets you walk in first.
You immediately stand in front of the mirror, leaning over slightly to fix your hair.
He closes and locks the door behind himself. He stands behind you watching you through the mirror. You make eye contact. In this new lighting his eyes seem clearer.
He stares into your soul as you push back from the sink.
You swiftly turn around and sink to your knees in front of him.
Chris wouldâve never asked. But wich guy doesnât like head.
âSo eagerâ he chuckles. His hand goes to the top of your head petting it gently. Before he picks up your chin, making you look up at him again.
Your head is tilted back as you look up at him through your lashes. you know heâs probably had countless woman in this same position. But it never got old for him.
And he liked seeing you like the is anyway
âYou look so pretty like this you know.â He mumbles before leaning down and leaving a heated kiss on your lips.
He stands back up straight, and you canât help the way your eyes trail to his crotch. It was right in front of your face and you were getting impatient.
Before you know it your hands go to the top of his jeans, tugging on them gently. You were asking for permission without asking.
He chuckles at your eagerness, undoing his belt, then unbuttoning the jeans and letting you slide them down.
You can already see his huge erection through his boxers. Your mouth was already watering at the sight.
You pull down his boxers fast. His length springing free, hitting his abdomen.
You flinch back slightly. You look at his length with an eyebrow raised not doing anything for a moment just admiring.
Youâve never seen a dick be this pretty. It had a thick vain running up the side. It was long, at least a good 8 inches. It was thick, not too thick, but enough that you knew the stretch would burn.
âYou good?â He asks. He was clearly holding in a laugh. His hand goes to your hair, still just patting the top of your head.
âYouâre sure youâre white?â You tease one hand cupping his member as you start to gently and slowly jerk him off.
âDefinitely, sweetheartâ he chuckles rolling his eyes at the comment. People always asked about it. Wich is fine since most people werenât used to his size. the constant questioning was so annoying sometimes.
But the way you teased him with that sentence was just too good.
His red tip is already leaking pre cum. He eagerly waits for you to start. You press a small peck on it, while looking up at him your eyes staying locked on his.
You start to kitten lick the tip. You watch as he lets out a slightly shaky sigh at the contact.
âCâmon ma, donât tease.â
You pull away slightly chuckling at the statement. You teasingly blow air on it, watching as he shivers. But before he can start complaining about your teasing you take his entire tip in your mouth swirling your tongue around it.
âYeah, like that.â He sighs softly. He rubs your cheek with the back of his hand as you hollow out your cheeks to give him more pleasure.
His hand moves to my hair taking it and putting it in a makeshift ponytail. You start to take him as deep as you could, starting to slowly bob your head. Sucking and swirling your tongue. You take him as deep as you can jerking off what you canât fit with your manicured hand.
The sounded coming from it are sinful, and so are his low moans and grunts.
When you hear his soft grunts turn into moans you can tell heâs getting close. You pull off with a pop. You stroke him gently, and then teasingly lick a stripe up his shaft.
âYou like that?â You tease licking at it. He groans in annoyance. He thrusts his hips back to get more friction from your hand.
âPlease keep going.â
You lick your lips briefly watching him. His eyes meet yours. You chuckle starting to suck him off again. This time you do it more vigorously and faster than before. His dick repeatedly hitting the back of your throat as you slightly gag around it.
Chrisâ grip in your hair tightens as he starts to tug in it. He holds you in place stopping your movements as he starts to harshly thrust in and out of your mouth.
The sounds of your moans send sensations of pleasure through him. Every sinful sound echos through the small bathroom, making the music outside sound non existent to you two.
His cock is repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes water at the harsh feeling. You try to gag as little as possible.
âFucking- swallow âaightâ he breaths out harshly. You hum as best as you could. The sensation tingles through his spine. And with a last thrust you feel his cum pore down your throat. You try your best to swallow as much as you could.
He gently pulls out. His thumb rubbing the corner of your lips where some of it had leaked.
He puts his thumb on your plump and swollen lips. And without a secound thought you suck on his thumb. You blink away the tears thatâd been forming.
The sight is enough to have him going all over again.
His grip on your hair had loosened, but he still pulls you up by it gently.
He turns you around, so that youâre facing the mirror your hands on the sink. Your ass presented to him.
His eyes meet yours through the mirror once more. Seemingly asking for consent, to wich you nod.
His hand starts to trail over the side of your thigh slightly under your short dress.
âWords babyâ
âYes Chris- pleaseâ you waste no time asking him. You want him to touch you where you crave him the most.
âGonna be a good little slut now?â He teases. His eyes stay locked on yours through the mirror.
âMhmâ you mumble watching him. You feel him start to pull up your dress. He bunches it up right over your ass.
His fingers go to trail over your slick wet folds. Chris pushes the lacy thong to the side. He rubs his fingers briefly over your clit, before going to tease your cunt.
âWords, sweetheart.â He repeats, his eyes staying locked on yours. He had no problem teasing you until you comply.
âYes-â you get cut off by a Moan. When he slams two of his long fingers into you.
Your body jolts forward, your thighs hitting the cold sink. You grimace at the feeling.
âWow, so sensitive?â He teases leaning over again to leave a quick peck behind your ear.
He starts to plunge his fingers in and out of your cunt. He roughly fingers you, his long fingers curl just right to hit your sweet spot.
You let out a breathless moan letting your head fall forward. You were leaning on your arms for support.
You feel his big hand wrap around your throat as he pulls you back up. âNow, now, baby watch yourself.â He teases.
âKeep those pretty eyes on meâ he taunts. You flutter your eyes open. You feel his fingering get rougher as you can feel your climax rapidly approaching. Youâre tempted to close your eyes again, but youâre sure Chris would edge you or something.
So you try your best to keep them open and staring at his face.
âGood girl. Yeah. Just like that.â He praises. His low words sending tingles to your core. You can practically feel yourself get wetter at how words and the sound of his voice alone.
Your wetness is loud. The lewd sounds bounce off of the bathroom walls. That along with your sweet low moans, while you try to keep yourself together.
âYou like my praise honey?â He asks in a sweet tone. His words sound so innocent. Unlike the very things heâs doing to you right now.
âYes- godâ you whine, this time not hesitating to answer.
He chuckles at your eagerness speeding up his pace to give you your release. His fingers curl at just the right spots, reaching places you couldnât reach by yourself.
âIâm close-â
âI know.â Chris grins keeping his eyes on yours through the mirror. His hand moves higher from your neck to your jaw, cupping your face roughly.
He turns your head to face him. He roughly crashes his lips onto yours. You try hard to focus on the kiss, but the way he finger fucks you has you weak in the knees. The kiss is sloppy and messy. His tongue explores your mouth as you try hard to focus.
You whine loudly. His lips catching the moan as he only picks up pace even more. He gets the hint that youâre close. And before you know it, youâre coming around his fingers.
He lets go of your face. You lean further on your arms. Your Hands harshly gripping onto the sink. You let your head fall forward as you pant harshly.
He gently pulls out his fingers. His eyes focused on the way youâre throbbing around nothing.
He sucks his fingers clean humming at the taste of your cunt on them. âDid so well for me maâ he hums reassuringly, pressing a sweet kiss on your neck.
âYou think you can take another, sweet girl?â He says softly.
âPlease.â Your breath out your voice shaky. You pick up your head looking at him through the mirror again.
He leans down briefly to his jeans that were still pooling down at his feet.
Chris puts his hand on your hip His eyes locking with yours through the mirror. He holds out a condom with one hand. He leans over you to leave a quick peck on your shoulder.
âIâm cleanâ you raise an eyebrow at him through the mirror. He doesnât respond. âAnd Iâm on birth control..â you trail off watching him.
He grins letting out a low laugh that seems to vibrate through his entire chest.
He presses his chest up against your back as his arm wraps around your torso. He leaves another kiss on your shoulder, trailing it up to your neck and right under your ear.
âIâm not taking any chances maâ
His voice is low and seductive. The tone sending vibrations right to your core.
âFine for meâ you shrug as you watch him lean back. His eyes lock on your ass. He licks his lips.
Chris roughly rips open the condom package with his teeth. Rolling the condom over himself fast. He was eager to get into you as fast as possible.
He hums in response, caressing your ass gently, his other hand guiding his dick through your soaked folds.
He gently starts to push into you. Letting you take the tip first. Once he feels you relax he rams in the rest of his cock.
You let out another breathless moan at the impact. Chris doesnât move right away tho, he wants to make it last as long as possible.
âGoodâ he praises lowly rubbing your hips soothingly. Your body was tense, and he was waiting for you to adjust just a little bit.
You let out a shaky sigh pushing yourself back on him. He takes the hint that he can move now.
So before you realize it, heâs relentlessly pounding into you. You let out a squealed moan at the sudden intense feeling of his movements.
âOh- fuck-â
He chuckles, and suddenly you feel a harsh slap on your butt. You wince at the harshness. Chrisâ hand goes to knead your ass, easing out the pain.
His other hand trails from your waist to the small of your back to arch it more, consequently pushing you closer to the sink.
You lean over the sink. You try hard to keep your head up and look at him. But with the way he is hitting every spot inside of you, itâs hard for you to focus right now.
Chris notices the struggle. One of his hands trail from your hip, up your back teasingly. Before he grabs your hair roughly, putting it in a makeshift ponytail.
âDoes the pretty girl like getting her hair pulled like a slut?â
The way he tugs on your hair, the way his sharp eyes trail over your body , and then lock on your eyes through the mirror. Itâs all so hot to you.
You let out a shaky breath between Moans. âYes-â before you can say anything more you feel him tug harder on your hair And his thrusts becoming harsher.
His eyes train back onto your ass And the way it looks when he thrusts into you. The way his cock disappears in your wet cunt. Itâs so captivating to watch for him. He could stare at that sight for hours.
âGorgeous girl wants to get fucked like this?â He questions teasingly. Another harsh slap echos through the bathroom, But it feels so euphoric.
Your eyes close momentarily at the feeling. Before you feel him rub your ass again. Chris tugs on your hair again, to wich you open your eyes.
âKeep your eyes open and watch me fuck youâ
Chrisâ words are harsh. He is being dead serious. His breaths sharp and his tone laced with lust.
You only let out a mumble to wich he pulls on your hair harsher. And another smack echos through the room. You jolt forward again at the sudden impact, but this time he doesnât ease the pain away. Instead his pace gets even rougher.
The sound of skin clapping, and the lewd sounds of your soaked cunt are loud, Creating a sinful melody.
âTouch yourself ma.â He huffs out harshly keeping up the pace. Chris keeps his fingers tangled in your hair pulling on it. While his other hand stays firmly on your hip. The harshness at wich he is holding onto you would be enough to leave bruises.
Without thinking you reach one hand down starting to rub your clit furiously, chasing your own high.
âCloseâ you moan as you keep repeatedly rubbing your clit. And the way Chrisâ cock is hitting your cervix only intensifies the feeling.
âCome around me babyâ youâve been pulsing around him all this time. You were already squeezing him so tight. What he wouldnât give right now to just feel your cunt squeeze him while you come.
So he keeps going. Until you let out a loud whine. You close your legs as best as you could and You clench around Chris harshly.
Chris keeps up pace. His eyes locking to your ass. Watching the way his cock disappears into you over and over. Watching the way the condom heâs wearing is covered in your slik wetness.
What he wouldnât give to just raw dog it and feel your cum on his bare dick right now. He was tempted to actually just take off the condom to see and feel this without one.
Chrisâ thrusts become more messy. But his pace doesnât let up. Until his hips stutter and he lets out a breathless moan burying himself into you one last time.
His jaw is dropped. He moves his hand from your hip, instead wrapping that arm around your waist, holding you close. He leans over your back keeping himself inside for a moment. Chris burries his face in the crook of your neck. You both breathe heavily at your previous orgasms.
His hand in your hairs loosens. Until he fully lets go. His hand rubbing your scalp since heâd been pulling on it relentlessly.
âDid so good for me maâ he mumbles. His face stays buried in your neck for a moment.
You place your hand back on the sink again, trying to catch your breath and steady yourself.
Youâd just fucked a random influencer. Some random player. But, god, was that worth it. No wonder none of his one night stands ever complained. That was fucking amazing.
You just mumble out a quick agreement.
He stands up straight. Gently pulling out as to not hurt you or anything. He takes off the condom.
But while he gets rid of it you donât even pay attention to him. You look at yourself in the mirror. As much as you want to regret it, you canât.
You pull your thong back into place and pull your mini dress back down.
You examine your face. Your hair was messy from the pulling, and your make up was only slightly smudged. Youâd almost cried while deepthroating him, but you luckily hadnât. Tho your mascara was still slightly smudged.
You could feel your cunt still ache.
You can see Chris pull up his pants from the corner of the mirror. And then fasten his belt back.
âYou okay?â Chris asks his arms wrapping a round you. He looks at you through the mirror . His expression is soft and more caring than youâd expect. Most guys wouldâve left by now.
âMhm.â You mumble watching his expression through the mirror. He narrows his eyes at you.
âDo you regret it?â He asks softly. His tone sweet, like he is talking about something normal.
You purse your lips trying to hold back a smile. The fact that he cared to ask if you regret it or not. Everyone told you heâs a fuck boy, and that is motto is literally âhit and quitâ. But why was he being nice then?
âNoâ you speak. And you canât help the small chuckle that leaves your lips.
He turns you around so you face him. He presses a quick peck on your lips. Before he leans over and grabs a random towel off a rack. He wets it slightly in the sink behind you.
And then he sinks onto his knees in front of you. He looks up at you pulling up your dress again slightly.
âWhatâre you doing?â You question. a chuckle leaves your lips at the sight of Chris on his knees in front of you.
He leans in leaving a soft kiss on your thigh.
âIâm not letting you walk out with your cum running down your thighs ma.â Chris laughs, he then runs the damp towel over your inner thighs.
He cleans you up enough for you to not feel so sticky anymore. He places your panties back. Then he gets up again. Chris pulls down your dress for you before placing another kiss on your lips.
He throws the towel into some laundry bag carelessly. At your curious gaze he explains. âA friend of mine is throwing this party.â He shrugs.
There is a silence for a second where you two just look at each other. Neither of you say anything. Until you speak up again.
âDo you always wear condoms when you hook up with girls?â
You ask before the words even register in your mind. And once they do a blush creeps over your cheeks.
âYeah. I wonât wear one next time if you donât want me too.â He chuckles. âThere will be a next time?â You question.
Chris was the type to only hook up with a girl once. He probably didnât even remember half of their names.
Instead of answering though, he leans in and kisses you. The kiss is slower, not heated like the previous one shad been.
One of your hands moves from his neck to grab his phone out of his back pocket.
You Lean back slightly. You type your number into his phone. Then you hand it back to him.
He grins at the new contact on his screen.
âIâll see you around pretty boy.â
You smile giving him another kiss on the lips. And this one lingers. You slide out of his grasp opening the bathroom door. he watches with a goofy grin, as you leave.
You leave going straight back into the crowd of drunk influencers. Trying to search for your drunk friends that would be around here somewhere.
You know heâs a player. So you donât know if heâll call you. You donât know if youâre special, and if he treated you different than others. But if it came down to it youâd at least tried.
But,
Heâs not into dating.
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(A/N: I literally wrote this within the span of one day. I feel like this is probably the best thing I've written so far. Hope you enjoyed <33)