Warnings ! smut, p n v, fluff at the end, authors first language isn't english, not proofread or reread cause your girl is tired and has to go to sleep.
✉: It's never too late to post a birthday fic, is it? I'm sorry if this is really messy and cringy.. I tried my best but the words just wouldn’t word today 😣 okay I reread it and guess what? It's not bad at all
Hawaii was a dream, just as you had imagined it, palm trees and crazy drinks—and the occasional crazy men on the streets trying to sell you god knows what.
But those existed everywhere.
Celebrating Chris was the best part though, cake, candles and a wish—one he refused to tell you about; "If I tell you it won't come true"
Would it have anyways?
You laughed, leaning against the luxury dresser of the hotel room, watching Chris struggle with the door of the mini fridge—you hadn't been able to open it once since you arrived, and today Chris was determined to get it to magically open so that he could store some alcohol there for later.
The room was a sanctuary of cool air and soft lighting, a sharp contrast to the cozyness of your home.
He finally gave a triumphant grin as the door popped open, immediately stalling the beer cans ontop of eachother. – "See? I told you it would work"
You smiled, – "Sure, only took you.." you pretended to check your watch that for the matter was forgotten in your bedroom in Boston. "Thirty minutes.. to open a fridge door!" You added, your laughter bubbling up in the most wonderful way.
He rolled his eyes, closing the door with a thud, crossing his arms over his chest—his biceps showing in ways that could make you drool. – "There’s clearly something wrong with it"
You smiled, – "Yeah, sure, and you're probably not going to get it to open again, just a heads up"
Chris didn't argue this time. Instead, he let out a low, breathy laugh and bridged the gap between the mini fridge and the bed. His hands finding the small of your back and pulling you flush against him.
He kissed you with a sudden, hungry intensity, his hands travelling all over your body as his lips moved from your mouth to your collarbone—you let out a soft gasp, your head falling against the pillow.
The transition from the silly banter to the makeout going on at the expansive king-sized bed was a blurred sequence of discarded clothing and frantic whispers.
Every touch felt intentional, like exploring every single part of the other, every scar, every birth mark.
The sheets were cool and crisp from the air conditioner, but you barely noticed as the heat of his body overwhelmed everything else.
There was a desperate, beautiful clumsiness to it—the way your limbs tangled, the sound of the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall, and the way Chris kept murmuring your name into the crook of your neck, his voice strained and raw.
Your back arched of the bed as he entered you, staying still for a moment to give you time to adjust. Your breathing came in ragged gasps as he started moving, his cock stretching your walls so well—like the missing piece to a puzzle.
Your hands found his hips, angling him just right so that he could hit your g-spot with every trust. You moaned his name, closing your eyes to prevent tears from falling down your face. The pleasure itself was just too much to take.
His cock stretched you in all the right ways, his hips moving with practiced ease, catching a quicker rhythm as he got closer and closer to his climax.
You were also getting closer, your heart beating fast against your chest, your pussy throbbing from arousal.
Chris's mouth found it's place on your neck, his hot breath a strong contrast against your cold skin. – "Mmph, Chris" you moaned, he kept thursting into you, sucking on your skin, making sure to leave marks that definitely would be the reason to a series of jokes from Matt and Nick tomorrow morning.
But he didn't really care, or think, not when his cock was so deeply rooted into your aching pussy.
As the world slowly settled back into place, you lay entwined, your chests heaving in unison.
The room had fallen into a soft, golden dimness, the Hawaiian sun beginning to dip below the horizon outside the curtains.
Chris shifted, pulling you closer and pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, his heartbeat still drumming a frantic beat against your shoulder. He let out a long, rattling sigh of satisfaction, his chin resting on the top of your head as he tucked you securely under his arm. For several minutes, neither of you spoke, the only sound being the distant, rhythmic crash of the pcean against the shore and the humming silence of the hotel room and the air conditioner.
You shifted slightly, tracing the line of his ribs with your fingertips, feeling the lingering tension finally leave his muscles. — "Happy birthday, Chris," you whispered, your voice sounding small and airy in the quiet of the evening.
He chuckled, the vibration rumbling through his chest and into your own. He shifted his weight, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. There was a small, knowing smirk on his lips—the look of a man who had just won everything he ever wanted. — "Best birthday ever," he murmured, leaning down to press a slow, lingering kiss to the tip of your nose.
You smiled, leaning back into the pillows. "You ready to tell me your wish now?"
Chris let out a soft, contented hum, shifting his weight to pull the duvet higher over the two of you. – "Mhmm.. I wished for this"
You chuckled, – "You wished for sex? That's a new low, even for you Chris." You joked.
He shook his head calmly, – "Mph no.. I wished for this, for a moment with you, just the two of us, just like this. Talking about, whatever."
You giggled, biting back a smile, – "So what do you want to talk about?"
– "How many kids do you want? Do you wanna live in a big or a small house, or let's start with something easier. What’s your favourite colour?" His voice was raw and crisp, the blue of his eyes shimmered in the dim lighting of the room, and for a moment you thought yourself see an innocent tear just above his waterline.
And that's when it hit you, your favourite colour was blue.
– "Blue" you stated, a little too confident.
He raised an eyebrow, – "Are you sure? Cause i'm pretty sure it was purple last week, and pink the week before that"
It probably was.
– "I'm sure!" You nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth—you only said blue to be romantic, and he didn't even get it, of course he didn't.
He smiled, a laugh escaping him. – "Yeah.." he nodded, obviously teasing you. "I'm sure you're sure"
You laughed, – "Just shut up and kiss me" you pulled him towards you, lips meeting his in a dance of love and late night thoughts. "I want 2 kids," you murmured against his mouth, "And I think I want to live in a medium big house, not too big so it feels empty, just the right amount of space"
He smiled sheepishly into the kiss, – "I'll see what I can do"
chris has been acting like a complete and utter dickhead for the past 2 days . he barely answers his texts or calls from you , you haven’t fucked in a few days and honestly you missed him , you wanted to be with him no matter what you know he was up to with whoever bitch he can get up that didn’t matter when he was all up on you.
you’ve developed this habit or game between you and him where you’re more than friends but you’re not dating , you fuck around a lot and never really stop to a knowledge the nature of your relationship. chris says he don’t care if you ever fuck with other people and you say the same thing, though you never thought of doing it with anyone else whether it was for olausre or even making chris jealous .
but chris has , and that’s what has your blood boiling through the roof currently , your hands curling up around your phone like your life depended on it . and you sat in your bed analyzing chris’s story for the past 2 hours , you knew damn well everything chris did like the back of your hands, his behavior has always been predictable, he hangs out with his brothers and his close fiend circle who you are also fiends with or you , so whherever that fucking elevator was it was not in his fucking house and you needed to know it.
so obviously he was with some other whore needed to know desperately, for your own good . not because of jealousy ( well yes but you’re never gonna tell chris that” but because you genuinely thought chris fucked with you and you only .
and as expected when he came to your apartment everything changed , chris’s hair was all over the place his light beard grown , his white shirt tight ting aorund his arms .
he came bearing chinese food and a small smirk , you heard the bell ring as you came and opened the door for him you took a deep breath praying to the gods above that everything is okay . you opened to chris having his big goofy smile “ chinese, and i’m sorry” he gave you puppy eyes , and god damn you can never stay mad at him “ cmere you doofus” you roll your eyes smiling soflty as he dropped the bag on your kitchen counter, he immediately throwed his arms around your waist .
the hit of his chest to yours as he nuzzled his face into your hair , “ fuck i missed you princess “ you melt whispering into his ears “ i missed you too chris i really did” you run your fingers through his hair as she tightened his grip around you “ i missed your pretty face , your wiast , your legs and most importantly…” chris stalled his words with his hands roaming down your ass and his other hand untying your top already .
“ this i missed this ma” he whispers lowly when he reaches to your shorts his fingers dangling over your panties “ missed your pretty cunt soooo bad” he reaches for your panty line before going down on his knees facing you.
“ c-chris” you whispered running your hands through his hair , chris whimpers lowly as he reaches stuffing his face right into your pussy , he tangles his tounge inside of you tasting your ever sweet substance , his hands gripping your waist as he drives his fingers inside of your cunt , “ that’s it missed that pretty cunt so bad” chris whispers as he kisses up your tummy curling up his fingers before he reaches over to spit into your clit all over again.
he flattens his tounge gently , his nose riding up causing a impeccable sensation, you can feel his soft grin againt your skin before he picks his pace with his tongue draping over your pink lips . chris movies his face up gripping your thighs .
as you reach your orgasm , spilling over your cum all over his face as he licks you up , you pant looking down at him. chris leans back still holding your thighs “ i missed you so so so much” you crumble immediately knowing you can’t avoid him forever .
i had an idea before for chris x reader and reader gets a boyfriend years after her and chris break up but he comes around and they end up hooking up relaxing that they never realky moved one from one another ( inspo from aris like i do )
no one fucks you like 𝒸hris 𝓈turniolo does ⋮ 𝓈mut
you told yourself you had moved on from chris , i mean everyone else thought you had too . you had a new boyfriend , a new apartment - you even moved to a new city so you didnt have any reminders of him - well you didnt until you visited your best friend at her birthday party and he was there . it was like time stopped and he was the only thing you could focus on , his new hair cut , the way his tshirt was slightly tight around his biceps and god the stubble on his face made him so hot . i mean you couldnt be rude and not say hi , right ? little did you know hi would turn into fucking him in the back of his car .
you straddled his lap as your hips met his in sharp thrusts while moans strung from your mouth . you had completely forgotten about your boyfriend but who could blame you .
“ thats it baby , just like that ” chris moans as his hand grip your hips harder , guiding you as you ride him .
you were a babbling mess , moans and pants leaving your mouth incoherently but god it was music to chriss ears .
“ yeah ? you like that ? ” he says with a growing smirk on his face .
“ no one fucks you like i do ” he whispered into your ear in that soft ( and sexy ) voice of his .
chriss words made your back arch and you nails dig deeper into his shoulder probably leaving marks for him to find tomorrow .
“ so c-close ” you moan as you try to fasten your pace .
chris lifts his hips to match your thrusts pushing himself in deeper while one of his hands moves to find your clit .
the feeling of chris practically in your stomach pushed you over the edge as you shut your eyes tight shut .
“ oh fuck- ” he murmurs before finishing inside you .
he was right , no one fucks you like chris sturniolo does .
found this in my drafts , i tried to make this good but i lowkey flopped :( thank you so much for the request !!
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Matt never was the best at keeping quiet.
Though the camera had been turned off, the chat was still commenting on the soft noises slipping from your boyfriend’s lips.
Matt tapped at his keyboard, trying his best to continue playing his game. You had your palm cupped over his mouth, insulating his whines.
Straddling Matt’s lap, his cock was rutted deep inside you. Unmoving, it curved and stretched your pussy. You could feel each vein inside of you, tracing up your walls.
You loved how responsive he was. With each shift of your hips, his eyes closed shut with pleasure. Brows turned upwards and cheeks rosy, he melted like putty beneath you.
One of his hands pulled slowly from the desk, planting hesitantly on your thigh. He gripped the plush skin. Lifting his hips, his dick sunk impossibly deeper inside of you. His tip pressed against the perfect gummy spot in your pussy.
Clenching around Matt’s length, you pushed down on his lower stomach. Your fingers laid flat on the smooth toned surface of his abdomen. This got rid of his leverage, and his hips lowered back to the cushion of his gaming chair.
With his cock still pulsing in your heat, you brought your lips to his ear.
“Don’t be greedy, baby,” you warned, voice quiet and sultry.
An array of whines choked in your boyfriend’s throat. They were a broken panel of pleadings, begging you to allow him more pleasure.
Pulling away from him, you turned just enough to click the stream off. It was only then that you removed your palm from his mouth.
He exhaled at once. “Please..”
“Please what?” You shifted as you replied.
Shuddering, he placed his forehead to yours. His skin was flushed and warm to the touch.
“I need more,” he breathed, lips almost touching your own.
You pulled away, and ran your fingers through his soft brown hair. “So needy.”
Goosebumps trailed up Matt’s skin at your words. Mouth parted, he looked up at you through his lashes. He fidgeted with the bottom hem of your top, testing the waters. Taking your unspoken permission, he slipped his hands under your shirt. His hands were warm against your bare skin.
Your nipples perked against the thin fabric of your top. He didn’t try to advance further up, instead keeping his hands at the curve of your waist.
“You’re allowed to touch me, baby,” you assured.
His cock throbbed with your words. He captured his bottom lip with his teeth, but didn’t move an inch.
You placed your fingers underneath your big t-shirt, atop his. Guiding them, eventually his touch made it to your hardened buds. As he kneaded you, a gentle moan slipped from your mouth.
Matt hit his breaking point from your sound, bucking up into your pussy. You couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation of his hardness slamming your g-spot. His cock pulsated—you could feel it rippling through you.
Once again, you placed your palm to his stomach. “Be good and stay still for me.”
He whimpered. “I-I can’t.”
“You can try for me, can’t you?” You held him down firmly as you spoke.
He nodded frantically, squeezing your boobs. Pulling your shirt over your head, they were now in full display in front of your boyfriend’s face. At the sight, his dick twitched.
“Touch me.” Your voice was demanding as you ordered.
He obeyed without question, latching his lips to your nipple. You gripped his hair as he circled his tongue over your bud. He nipped and sucked, causing you to grow harder in his mouth.
“You’re being so good, baby,” you praised.
He whined into your skin.
His long cock reached deep inside you, despite being still. You’d fucked yourself on him like a dildo before, unrelentless in chasing your orgasm. Him beneath you, holding you as you used him like a personal fuck toy. The memory made your walls grow even wetter than you already were. You grinded down onto his lap, just once.
A shivered gasp came from his throat. “Oh fuck—I’m close.”
“Did I say you could cum?” You said, tilting your head.
Matt pulled from your chest.
“Please…” he squirmed beneath you. “I’ve been good.”
Hot precum dripped in your pussy.
Shuddering, a strand of his hair fell in front of his eyes.
You loved seeing him like this—falling apart. He wore red cheeks and pouted lips better than anyone. His tousled hair and begging eyes almost made you give him what he wanted.
You tightened around him like a vice before you responded, “Not yet.”
please note. this isn’t detrimental at all to matt & storm’s current timeline / storyline and takes place in the past. this is just to give an insight into the smut that’s about to come (& cos i know a lot of people are dying to know more about their sex life lmao)
you bite down gently on the corner of your pillow when the sound threatening to leave your mouth gets a little too close to actually leaving it, suddenly very, very aware that your entire family are downstairs and matt really, really shouldn’t be in your bedroom right now.
looking down at him makes you immediately wish you hadn’t, because somehow that only makes everything worse. his silver chain hanging loosely around his neck, the tattoos scattered across his arm on display like this for your eyes only, so so so stupidly in love with him that at times like this, it almost feels too much.
one of your hands is tangled lightly in matt’s hair while the other grips the pillow beside your face, giving you something else to grip onto for when you need it, your legs already locked around his head.
you bite down harder when his tongue drags flat and slow over your clit, hips instantly twitching at his touch. his fingers are already two deep inside of you, curling just right, and it feels so good you almost forget you’re supposed to be keeping quiet, another sound already nearly escaping from you before you manage to catch it. matt’s free hand pressing firmly over your belly, holding you still like he knows you’re about to lose it already.
“shh, baby.” he whispers against you, voice low and breath warm against your folds. “missed you. let me keep makin’ y’feel good, yeah?”
matt doesn’t stop. he just lets out another barely audible groan as he keeps working his fingers into you, slow and deep, pressing soft, gentle kisses to your clit between every stroke like he’s got all the time in the world. though, you both know very well that he absolutely does not.
you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, dripping down his fingers while he continues to fuck them into you, curling them just right with every pump as his tongue slides back between your puffy folds, slurping you up like he just can’t quite get enough of your taste. your thighs shake around his head as you tug harder at his hair without meaning to, trying so hard to stay quiet but it’s becoming almost near impossible.
“fuck, matt, g-gonna cum,” your voice breathless as you grab the pillow, biting down on it again to completely muffle yourself. “fuuuuck.”
“love seein’ you like this,” he murmurs, fastening the pace of his fingers, sucking down on your overly sensitive bud. “y’can cum f’me soon, pretty girl, but keep the noise down.”
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