Hotel, Motel - Chris Sturniolo x f!reader
i’m so sorry this is so late i need to lock in but i hope u all enjoy!
Warnings: smut, cursing, Chris calls you ma
Touring with the triplets and appearing at their shows had been crazy fun so far. You didn’t know them super well but the fans had really enjoyed the collaboration and the content that came along with it.
The shows and traveling were super fun, but the tour bus was getting old for everyone, and being in such close quarters with one of the finest men you’ve ever encountered was taking a toll on you. Hence a hotel being booked for the night.
Cranky and exhausted, you all drag your bags into the lobby to check in. It should’ve been a super simple process, and it was… up until Nick was handed only 3 sets of room keys, instead of 4.
The room pairings were already set up, Nick and Madi, Matt and his girlfriend, while you and Chris each got your own.
Nick tried to ask the front desk attendant about the mistake, but apparently nothing could be done last minute. Fuck. You’re stuck with Chris for the night.
Nick looks at you sympathetically, “Do you wanna squish in with me and Madi? I’m sure we could make it work.”
“It’s alright, I can just sleep on the couch.” You say, trying to not seem nervous.
“I’ll survive as long as you don’t snore” Chris giggles.
You roll your eyes while internally freaking out. How in God’s name were you supposed to survive the night sleeping in the same room with him? His constant playful teasing and subtle touches were already enough to drive you crazy.
Your terror-induced thought process continued up until the elevator stopped at your floor. You all find your respective rooms and Nick pats your shoulder after you all exchange goodnights.
Unlocking the door in silence, he leads the way in and flicks the light on. Immediately, he turns his head back at you and smirks.
“I hate to tell you this, ma, but uh.. there’s no couch…” he says before chuckling to hide the slight blush growing on his face.
“Please tell me you’re joking.” You push past him to check and it’s immediately confirmed, the only thing to sleep on is a queen-sized bed.
You jump to problem solving, “Maybe we can call the front desk and ask for extra pillows and blankets? Then I can just make a nest on the floor.”
“You know I’m not about to let a lady sleep on the floor." he says, taking a seat on the bed.
“Well you probably need the rest more than I do.”
“It’s not happening, if you want we can set up like a pillow barrier between.” He says taking off his shoes and stretching, his shirt lifting up just enough for you to see the waistband of his boxers.
“It’s fine, just don’t start cuddling with me, freak.” You say jokingly while grinning at the man in front of you.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He says, making you tense up a little before he laughs it off. “I’m gonna take a shower, don’t wait up.”
Naturally, you wait up. You can’t manage to sleep with the image of him in the shower haunting you. The thought of his soap hands running through his shaggy hair, his torso dripping with water while his strong arms flex, his cock- before you can finish your thought, the shower turns off and you hear the door open.
You readjust and try to look nonchalant, but as the door opens and Chris emerges you lose your cool again.
He comes out shirtless with only a towel wrapped around his waist hanging low. Low enough for you to see the V shape underneath his stomach, leading into his light happy trail. He’s still got little drops of water on his chest. His hair’s still wet and messy.
It’s literally a painting.
“If you wanna fuck me just say that.” You’re snapped out of your trance by his quip, followed by him chuckling. All you can do is blush, but quickly roll your eyes to try and protect your dignity.
“You’re annoying, put a shirt on.”
“Is that really what you want, princess?” Jesus christ. His little nickname makes it impossible to ignore the heat between your legs.
“Yes, Christopher. And some underwear, please.”
“If you say so.” He smiles, walking past you to sift through his bag. After grabbing them he goes back to the bathroom and you take the opportunity to change into some boxers and a big tour shirt.
The next hours are spent mutually scrolling on phones trying to sit as far from each other as possible on the bed. The energy was weirdly tense in the room, not just because you were both only in underwear and shirts.
Out of the silence Chris leans over, “Yo watch this video.” He outstretches his arm making him roll over to face you, propping himself up on his other arm.
As the video plays in front of your face, you can’t help yourself from staring at his veiny forearm. He looks so strong… you wonder what it would look like while his fingers pump in and out of you, his arm straining. This was getting out of hand.
“Y/n?? Did you even watch the video?”
“Oh yeah it was super funny!”
“It was about a missing dog? You really weren’t watching, were you?” You freeze.
“Whoops. Distracted sorry.”
“I figured,” he says and drops his phone on the bed, scooting a little closer. “Too busy staring at me.” he says with a little smirk, looking up at you.
“God shut up” You respond, picking up a pillow and whacking him lightly.
“You know it's true, ma. You think I don’t notice how you look at me? How you squirm when I touch your back? Hell, 2 seconds ago you were bright red just from seeing me shirtless.” He’s looking at you with darker eyes, as he lightly reaches to cup your knee with his much larger hand.
“Now I’m embarrassed.” Was the only thing you could come up with in your state of shock.
“Don’t be, hun. There's a reason I flirt with you.” He sits up now, right next to you.
Avoiding eye contact while he turns his head to look at you, “I just didn’t want to ruin the tour and I didn’t think you would actually take any interest I mean-“
“Shut the fuck up” He says as he places his hand on your jaw and turns your head towards him, pulling you into a kiss.
His thumb grazes your cheek as he nips at your bottom lip. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
He smiles into the kiss and you giggle, he takes his opportunity and deepens the kiss slipping his tongue in.
Chris rolls on top of you with his hand still on your cheek. You take the opportunity to slide your hands under his shirt. He groans lightly into your mouth before breaking the kiss to sit up and takes his shirt the rest of the way off.
As he's sat on top of you now shirtless he looks down at you with soft eyes.
“I’ve been waiting to do this since we met.”
“Get a good look at your tits, sweetheart.” He says and slides your shirt up your stomach, revealing your chest.
“God they're even better than I imagined.”
You grin and slide the rest of your shirt off. He wastes no time taking a breast in each hand. If the night's teasing hadn’t been enough, his large hands massaging your tits had you squirming underneath him.
“Fuuck you like that, don’t you, ma? Like when I play with you?” He’s still sitting up, looking like a greek god above you while he straightens his arms to reach you.
You nod in response and bite your lip. Chris starts tweaking and lightly pinching your nipples making you audibly moan. He wets his lips a little and leans back down again to kiss you. The feeling of his chest against your bare skin is so intimate.
Breaking the kiss you pant underneath him, but before you can say anything he spits in your mouth and reattaches as you swallow. His hands roam your body and he places one to cup your heat.
“Chris don’t tease… just touch me.”
“I guess you’ve waited long enough.” He adjusts in order to slide your pants off revealing your soaking pussy. “Such a good girl, you’re already so fucking wet for me.”
He takes his middle and ring finger and slides them through your folds. Bringing them to his mouth he lightly sucks your liquid from his fingers.
“God you taste so fucking good.”
He takes his hand back down to rub your clit while propping himself up on his elbow and looking down at you. He circles it softly with perfect placement making you grind into him while letting out breathy moans.
“I’m gonna put my finger in, ok baby?”
“Please oh my god” He grins hearing how your voice quivers. Chris’s middle finger slides into your hole, immediately increasing the pleasure tenfold. He curls his finger in between thrusting in and out.
“You’re doing so good for me, ma” You groan underneath him as he scissors his fingers inside you, stretching you for him. “Look so good underneath me.”
“Fuck please keep rubbing me Chris I’m close…” He understands and speeds up his pace rubbing your clit with his thumb as he fingers you.
“You’re so tight, it's gonna feel so good inside you. You want that, princess?”
His praise egged you on as you nod in agreement, feeling yourself heat up as your orgasm approaches you.
“I want you to cum for me baby, ok? Cum all over my fingers.” His words push you over the edge as you tighten around his fingers and cum with a final high pitched moan.
He pulls his fingers out and gives you his charismatic grin before locking his eyes on his fingers and separating them, seeing how your slick stretches.
“Jesus christ, you really do like me, ma.”
“Maybe a little.” You giggle and glance at the strong cock outline in his pants. “You want me to take care of that for you?”
“I mean if you insist, gorgeous.” He winks and you assist him in taking off his boxers. He finds his place on top of you and his cock rests on your stomach. He leans in to kiss you lovingly.
Leaning back again he takes your legs, placing your ankles on top of his shoulders. His cock now against your pussy slightly poking at your soaked entrance.
“So desperate for me, hm?”
“Yes god please just fuck me.”
“Oh, you’re begging for it?” You blush and can’t bring yourself to resist.
“Please Chris, I need you. I just want you inside me.”
“There ya go.” He grins, taking his hand down to guide himself inside you. His tip enters you and you already feel the stretch. He groans at the newfound warmth and continues pushing into you. Once he bottoms out, he looks at you with soft eyes.
“Fuck yes.” you say as he thrusts for the first time making his way deeper.
His grip on your legs gets harder as he slowly moves in and out. Closing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheek a little to stifle a moan.
His thrusts start to get faster as he watches you moan and cuss underneath him. His angle helped him quickly hit your g-spot, making you even more soaked.
He twitches inside of you and lets out occasional whimpers. In between the both of your noises you could hear the slapping of skin and how wet you are as his dick slides in and out.
“You’re so fucking tight I dunno how much longer I can last, ma.” He groans.
Chris maneuvers his hand down to your clit to bring you closer to your orgasm.
He keeps rubbing as he slides in and out of you. His panting and intensity only eggs you on.
“M’ so close.” You whimper as his movements get sloppier.
“That’s it, hun. Cum for me. Show me how bad you really want me.”
He continues hitting your g-spot as you feel your orgasm approaching. The sight of Chris over you sweating and groaning above you sends you over the edge as you clench around him.
“Fuck such a good girl.” He pulls out and strokes his soaked cock a few more times before shooting his load onto your stomach and chest. His dick twitches a little above you before he rolls onto his back next to you.
“You’re not too bad yourself, Chris.” He smiles and looks over at you.
“Not bad? I guess I’ll take it.” You laugh and reach out to play with his hair a little.
“I think it’s my turn to shower.”
“Can I join you? I’m not one to just stare like a creep… unlike someone I know.”
“What do you think, smartass?” You giggle and hop up, racing him to the shower.
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