an : a oneshot based off of beyonce's new release 🥹 truly a beautiful song
warnings : smut with small buildup, pnv, impatient!reader, vanilla + slow sex, 1.3k words
enjoy!!
the natural light awoke you, the sun shining directly in your eyes. you sit up and turn to check the clock on the nightstand, it was around 9 in the morning. due to your movement, chris wakes up. "g'morning," he says, his voice gravelly with sleep. "morning," you reply.
you've heard chris' morning voice before, but today just felt different. "how'd you sleep?" you ask, an effort to hear him speak more. "alright." you turn over to him. "just alright? why's that?" you ask, resting against the pillows again. "i was cold," he chuckles, his arm moving to rest over your waist.
"i was right here, why were you cold?" you ask. "i dunno.. well, nevermind," he replies, shuffling closer to you. you take in his face. his eyes were heavy with sleep, his lips were slightly puffed and pink, and his cheeks were rosy. his voice takes you out of your trance. "you're staring," he says, a smirk on his face. you feel your face heat up. "sorry you look good," you retort while rolling your eyes.
he moves his hand to brush hair out of your face then cup your chin. "you look pretty," he compliments. you only smile in return, though the butterflies in your stomach are going crazy. soon enough, chris leans in and your lips meet. you bring your hand up to cup his cheek, deepening the kiss. the slight stubble on his face scratches at your chin, but only adds to the sensation.
as the kiss prolongs, the heat in your lower belly starts to form. your hand moves from his cheek to his chest. you break from the kiss first, but you maintain the eye contact. chris' eyes are blown out already, and his lips are even pinker. you swear he's blushing, too. you move beneath the sheets, positioning yourself to sit on his waist.
you lean down to capture his lips in a kiss again as you slowly grind on him. you swallow the groan that comes from his mouth. your hands are placed around his shoulders, keeping yourself stable. he places one hand around your waist and the other on your hip as the kiss goes on. it's passionate- both tongues lazily feeling each other and not fighting for dominance.
you feel your slick starting to leak out, and the grinding starts to relieve some pressure. you can't help but moan. you break the kiss once again and lean backwards. you and chris are slightly panting from the kiss as you stare at each other. your hands caress his abdomen, his hands slowly moving up and down your thighs.
with your movements, you feel chris hardening under you. you place your hands on his shoulders again and lean down to his ear. "i want you so bad," you whisper before you kiss around his face. you hear him exhale as he firmly places his hands on your hips. "you sure?" he asks as you mark his neck. "mhm," you hum as you fully get off of him.
chris moves over to you and kneels over you. your eyes look at his erection against your will (or was it?) before looking up at him. your heat feels like a river at this point. "how bad you want it?" he asks as he slowly starts making his way above you. "so bad," you reply in a choked voice.
he starts kissing your collarbones, the suction enough to leave hickeys. you don't care at this point. you whine in impatience, but chris doesn't react. he only moves to your neck, which shuts you up quickly. he softly moves around you pulse point then finally hovers over your face. "so beautiful," he whispers before leaning away. you huff in annoyance before he shushes you. "you need to be patient."
you roll your eyes at his remark but don't say anything in return. his hands reach for your pants, and finally starts to take them off. "would you look at that," he says, amused. he looks at your pussy, glistening in the morning sunlight. you feel your face heat up yet again.
"you want it that bad?" he chuckles, fully taking off your pants now. "shut up," you sigh as you slightly nudge him with your knee. "answer me, baby." you only nod in response. he starts taking his sweatpants off, his tip already leaking when his pants were to his thighs.
with both pants finally off, he places his hand next to your head at he kisses you again. you both look under the covers where he pumps his dick before entering you.
the stretch hurts at first, but you quickly get used to it. you nod your head as a sign you're ready for him to move. he hangs his head right next to yours as he starts to move his hips. your eyes flutter shut as your hands grip his shoulders. "fuck, chris."
"that feel good?" he groans, his mouth barely touching the shell of your ear. his voice sends chills down your spine, as well as adding to the pressure building in your belly. "mhm, yeah, so good," you affirm as you open your eyes. your hand moves from his shoulder to his hair as he keeps the same pace.
his head moves up to kiss you, this time slower than the last. your quiet whispers were swallowed by him, while his moans were louder. "you feel s'good," he praises as his voice gets rougher. you feel your slick between you, making it easier for chris to move back and forth.
he moves at a lazy pace, but pleasurable nonetheless. his tip kisses your cervix each thrust, the touch making the coil tighten in your stomach. he continues kissing you at a slow pace, but still passionate. you felt your climax getting closer and closer, but as you listen to chris' moans getting louder, you know you aren't alone.
he pulls away from the kiss. "just like that," you moan in his ear, your eyes closing again. "shit, you close?" he asks. "mhm," you hum in confirmation. "can feel you squeezing me," he breathes out as he rests his head in the crook of your neck.
you can feel his pace slowly falter. you feel the pressure starting to become too much as you continue to squeeze around him. he quietly groans through gritted teeth as he tries to keep the same pace.
"gonna cum," you whisper, your hand still clutched in his hair. "me too," he stutters out. he lifts his head up to look at you, which makes the coil in your belly snap. your head leans back as a wave of pleasure comes over you, which leads him to cum as well.
your pussy milks him of his release as you both ride out your highs. you moan loudly while chris' whimpers start to quiet down. when the pleasure starts to get overwhelming, chris stops his pace and slowly pulls out. you both groan at the loss of contact.
"fuck," he breathes out as he leans back to look at you. you finally open your eyes. chris settles down next to you on the bed. "did so good baby," he praises. you only hum in response.
after a while of laying down, chris finally goes to the bathroom and comes out with a towel. he makes his way to you and pushes back the covers. he uses the towel to softly clean you up, his touch gentle. he wipes away at the mixed releases, as well as the slick around your thighs. he then heads to the bathroom again.
you hear the shower start and make your way to chris. as you both enter the slightly cold shower, you feel yourself start to wake up. "i love you," he says as he helps you with your routine. "i love you more," you reply.
errr this is kinda bs, but i just really love the song!!! please please please please give ideas you'd wanna see me write!! thanks so much for your support, it truly means a lot!!
In Which.. Reader and Chris have been friends for awhile, but nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors. So when Reader sees Chris's recent IG story, it leads to Chris going down on her.
⚠︎: (Don't like it... don't read! MDNI/18+ Content, Read RESPONSIBLY!) smut, porn w plot, oral (f receiving), cum eating, fingering, beard kink?, kissing, teasing, friends with benefits, munch!chris, no pnv, influencer!reader, dirty talk, use of pet names (ma, mamas, baby), clit stimulation, slight aftercare, that's pretty much it, lmk if I missed anything!
So you and Chris are both influencers, and to the public you're seemingly just friends.
What your fans don't know, is that you're secretly fucking him.
And since he's afraid of committing to a relationship, it's remained that way.
You never complain, you and Chris are amazing friends, and anytime you need a release or the mood just hits, he comes over to your place, so his brothers aren't suspicious.
Like today for instance, today is one of your rare off days, nothing going on just bored at home, when suddenly your phone pings.
You almost ignore it, engrossed in the movie you're watching, but your curiosity gets the better of you.
As you pick up your phone, you see the notification,
christophersturniolo added a photo to their story.
When you open the story, your jaw actually drops, and you immediately squeeze your thighs together as you feel the ache.
You immediately open your text thread with him,
You
Christopher Owen… you knew what you were doing! 🤤🤤
*1 image attached*
C❤️
Yeahh Ma, and what if this is the exact reaction I wanted from you? Then what? 😏
You
Then I'd say get your ass over here, and get in-between these thighs. 😛
C❤️
Already on my way Ma
Not even 5 minutes later, you hear a knock at your door. You quickly stand up from the couch, walking over to open the door.
When the door opens, he wastes no time, immediately pulling you into a kiss.
He smirks, “So you like the beard, huh Ma?” He says, walking you back towards the couch.
You nod as he pushes you to sit on the couch, watching as he kneels in front of you.
He doesn't even bother pulling your skirt off, pushing it up as he caresses your thighs.
It wasn't even planned, you had just wanted to wear something cute even if you were gonna stay at home.
He looks up at you through his lashes, smirking as he kisses up your thighs, beard scratching against your thighs.
He always did like to be a tease, and there's probably gonna be a rash from it rubbing against your thighs later, but you can't really seem to care right now.
Finally, he pulls your panties down your thighs, putting them into his back pocket.
You chuckle, and it quickly turns into a surprised noise as he puts your legs over his shoulders.
His beard scratched against the plush of your inner thighs as he wasted no time, licking a stripe through your folds, then circling your clit with his tongue.
You moan, tossing your head back against the couch, loving the feeling of his beard between your thighs.
He smirks up at you as he sucks your clit, switching between that, and flicking his tongue. “Y’like that Mama's.” He chuckles as you slap the back of his head lightly.
You shoot him a playful glare, “Ew don't call me that.” You joke, secretly loving it, but you'd never admit that.
He bites the inside of your thigh lightly in retaliation, “Yeah I know, but I love how you react to it.” He says, running his fingers through your slick like he's proving a point.
You roll your eyes, but any form of a comeback dies in your throat as he inserts his fingers in your pussy.
You moan, hands immediately moving into his hair as he starts to finger you, needing something to hold on to.
He leans back in, sucking and licking through your folds as he fingers you. He switches between that, and sucking your clit, eating like a man starved, and you're his last meal.
It doesn't take long before you get close, he never failed to have that effect on you, or maybe it's just the fact that he's amazing at it.
You moan, grips tightening in your hair. “Chris fuckk, I'm gonna cum.” You say, thighs starting to tremble.
He releases your clit with a pop, looking up at you. “Yeah baby, you close? Cum for me then.” He says, immediately diving back in to devour you.
And that's all it took, you close your eyes, moaning loud, back arching off the couch as you come undone, not waiting any longer.
You slump against the couch, but he keeps going for a minute like he's in a trance. You tap his shoulder a few times, “Chris.” You say breathlessly, getting his attention.
He sits up catching his breath, his beard glistening with your juices. “Fuck sorry Ma, got a little carried away there.” He says with a chuckle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
You chuckle breathlessly, “That good?” You ask playfully with a smirk.
He raises an eyebrow, “What do you think?” He asks, gesturing down to the bulge in his jeans, completely unapologetic about it, not embarrassed at all.
You burst into giggles, and he joins you.
It's always like this after, no awkwardness, just immediately back to friends right after something sexual, that's just how you both were.
After you both got cleaned up, Chris had to go, so he could film with his brothers. You didn't mind because this is just how it went, sometimes it would be fuck and leave, others he would stay, and hangout.
𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔰: @/andromeda-graphics
𝔄/𝔑: Tysm Abbs for helping me with the plot! I usually just do established relationship, but she suggested I do this, so tysm bestie! @chrattsfavlesbian and HUGE thank you to M for helping with the title! @/inkedsturnioloss (sorry, I'm at max tags, but you're on the taglist sooo ILYY bestie!) I hope y'all like this cause after I saw this pic, I HADD to make a fic for it! And, as always, if y'all have any reqs or asks, plsplspls lmk! 🫶🏻🫶🏻
you got something that belongs to fratboy!chris and have to face the consequences...
[ smut, sub!reader, slight dirty talk, makeout session, playing with a bracelet..¿ ]
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chris left his bracelet at your place and it just couldn't be more convenient for you.
he texted you a dry here at 8:37, like he was annoyed at the concept of having to stand outside your place for longer than three seconds.
you looked at the screen from where you were stretched across the couch, one leg thrown over the armrest, his bracelet looped around two fingers.
you smiled at your phone in spite of yourself and typed back: door’s open.
it wasn’t, actually.
you heard the rattle of the handle, then a sharp knock. "cute!" he called through the door. “really funny!"
you took your time getting up. it was petty and childish and exactly the point. by the time you pulled the door open, chris was leaning one shoulder against the frame, baseball cap low over his eyes, grey hoodie half-zipped, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone like he’d been about to text something rude.
his gaze lifted to yours, taking you in before his mouth pulled into something crooked and familiar. "always gotta make people wait, huh?"
"just you."
"wow, am i this special?"
you rolled your eyes, stepping aside and he walked in like he belonged here, the door clicking shut behind. chris glanced around once, then at you, “so. you've got something that's mine."
you folded your arms. “hi, chris. nice to see you too.”
his eyes narrowed with amusement. “you texted me to tell me you had my stuff.”
"'cus i do have it," you reply. "but i just don't know if i should give it to you so easily. you don't seem too grateful."
he scoffs. "so you want me to work for what's mine?"
you looked him up and down, slow enough to be insulting. “you said that, not me."
chris laughed under his breath, then held out a hand. “c'mon. give it back.”
you looked at his open palm, then back at his face. "hmm, no."
his brows lifted. “no?”
“no,” you repeated, already turning away from him and walking deeper into the apartment. “changed my mind.”
behind you, you heard him snort, in that disbelieving kind of his, when you said something so annoying he couldn’t decide if he wanted to argue or grin about it. “ya made me come here for nothin'?”
you glanced over your shoulder. “you came here because you wanted to.”
“not the point.”
“sure it is.”
he followed you into the living room, suspicious in the way he always got when he realized you were enjoying yourself too much. you dropped back onto the couch and tucked one leg under yourself, the bracelet still hidden in your fist. he stayed standing, looking down at you. "where is it?”
you tilted your head. “why?”
"'cus it’s mine.”
"is it?”
he stared at you for a second. “ya tryna be irritatin' on purpose, or does it just happen naturally?”
"little of both.”
"gimme the bracelet.”
"ask nicer.”
chris let out a low laugh and looked away for a second, tongue pressing into his cheek. “you've got issues.”
"and yet you’re in my apartment voluntarily.”
"not really voluntarily.”
"oh, did i force you to come here? just like on saturday when you got wasted and knocked on my door?"
he takes a deep breath. "don't feel too special. just had to crash somewhere."
"you don't have any friends left or what?"
"most of 'em lives in the frat and if i wanted to stay there, i would have, no?"
you smiled, shrugging. chris was getting more and more irritated, meanwhile you had the time of your life. unfortunately, he looked unfairly good when he was annoyed, eyes sharper, mouth meaner, shoulders set like he was holding himself back from saying something worse. you hated that you still paid attention to things like that when it came to him.
"you're a pain in the ass," he mumbles, stepping closer.
"vice versa."
he braces a hand on the back of the couch and leans over you slightly. “m'serious.”
oh?
you swallowed, looking up at him. "about the bracelet?”
“'bout you being annoying.”
“mm. you should be careful.”
"with what?”
"you're starting to sound like you've been missing me.”
he barked out a disbelieving laugh. “that's what you got from this?”
“either that or you’re just desperate for male jewelry.”
“jesus."
you shrugged one shoulder. “just trying to help you understand yourself.”
he stares at you for a second, then another, and there it was again. that look he got when he was caught somewhere between amusement and wanting to do something stupid. "where is it?” he asked again.
you uncrossed your legs slowly. “was it expensive or is it just important if you want it so bad?"
“it's mine. that's enough of a reason f'you to give it back." his eyes flicked to your hand. “show me."
"what?"
"your hand."
"no."
"why not?”
"'cus i like watching you get irritated.”
he tipped his head back for half a second, smiling to himself like he’d expected that answer and was still annoyed by it anyway. he looks back at you, something in his expression more deliberate now. less playful, more intent. "open your hand.”
you tightened your fingers around the bracelet instead. "make me.”
his eyes dropped to your hand, then lifted back to your face. “ya really don’t know when to stop.”
"maybe i do,” you said lightly. “i just don’t want to.”
“open your hand,” he repeated again.
"hmmm," you pretend to think. "still no.”
“seriously?”
you shrug, "you came here all this way, i think you can work a little harder for it.”
his gaze dragged over your face like he was trying to figure something out, but the corner of his mouth kept twitching, betraying him.
he tilted his head, grabbing your wrist and guiding your clenched fist beneath the waistband of your sweats. he hooks two fingers under the fabric, tugging it away from your skin, along with your panties, just enough to make some room. his eyes fixed on yours when you looked up at him, caught off guard.
"drop it," he said. "leave it there."
"are you insane—"
"you wanted to play games," he cuts you off. "so drop it."
you blinked, fingers finally loosening, and you let the bracelet slip from your palm. it disappeared beneath the waistband of your underwear, pulse jumping too hard in your throat when the cold metal met the heat of your pussy.
chris lets go of the fabric, and the elastic snaps back into place against your skin, trapping the cool weight of the bracelet there. you feel it settle against your clit and have to bite back the sound that wants to slip out, heat flashing through you all at once when you realize he's still watching your face.
"cold?" he asks, a smirk playing on his lips.
"you're sick in the head—"
"m'just workin' harder for it. just like you wanted."
your pulse kicked hard at the way he said it, low and maddeningly calm, turning his irritation into an intrigue. you opened your mouth to argue, or maybe shove him away, but chris was already moving, slowly lowering his head by degrees, gaze dropping to your mouth and then lifting back to your eyes, challenging you. you've had every chance to stop him, but you didn't.
his mouth meets yours and the kiss turns brutal almost immediately when you respond, all heat and teeth and the sharp slide of tongues. you grabbed the front of his hoodie on instinct, dragging him closer, and chris made a low sound against your lips that only made everything worse.
every time you bit at his lip, he answered by kissing you deeper, hand on your waist, fingers spreading there, and then he was pushing you down, slow only in the sense that he made sure you felt every inch of it. the shift of his body over yours, the way his knee founded itself between your legs and pressed against you, not only to keep you in place, but to make you feel his bracelet there as well. the whole time he kept kissing you like he had something to prove, like every sharp breath you let slip against his lips only made him greedier.
your head spun.
you tried to steal some control, pushing back against him, but that only made him kiss you harder, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw and tip your face where he wanted it. when you bit at his lower lip out of stubbornness again, he made a low sound against your mouth that went straight through you and pressed you more firmly into the couch, heat flashing low in your stomach.
you hated him more than anything in this moment, even if you knew there's no one else to blame, but yourself, because it was all a part of the plan. make him come to you willingly, let him do whatever and then one day, just...
you feel him pressing his knee against you again, the bracelet still cold against your clit, the sensation hitting you all at once. the metal digging in just enough to make you jerk, a startled whimper catching in your throat.
you hated the way he seemed to know exactly how to undo you. how he'd kiss you like he had all the time in the world even though there was nothing patient about it, tongues sliding, mouths parting and crashing back together, every second of it turning messier than the last.
he presses his knee against you again.
he pulls back when you let a whimper leave your mouth, both of you breathing hard, lips swollen. "what was that?" he asks, like he didn't just hear that.
you glared at him, "you're an asshole."
a smile tugged at his mouth, "like you haven't already known that." his hand slides under your clothes, fingers deliberately pressing the cold metal right against your entrance.
a frown forms between your eyebrows, lips slightly parting when he grinds the metal against your clit.
"chris—"
"i know, i know. you hate me," he mutters, voice rough, feeling your cunt throbbing slightly against the pressure, which sends a jolt through him.
"i really do," you say honestly, biting down on your lip to hold back a moan when he slides the bracelet back and forth against your clit.
you should've had something sharp to throw back at him. something mean enough to wipe that look off his face, but when you feel his lips crashing against yours again, you completely lose it. he was kissing you hard enough to make you forget where one breath ended and the next began, hand tightening at your waist as he held you in place on the couch, all heat and pressure and that awful realization that you were losing whatever fight for control you thought you'd still been in.
he taps the bracelet directly against your cunt again, making your hips jerk. he keeps the metal rubbing slowly, knowing exactly what he's doing, taking the game you tried to start and turning it into your unraveling.
"you started this shit," he mutters, moving his lips down your neck. "you teased and refused to give me what's mine, so now i'll just take double."
"oh, fuck you," you mumble, hips rising to meet his hand and his smirk widens. "look at you," he murmurs, letting the bracelet drag slowly through your wetness, painting your own arousal across your clit. "didn't even touch you with my fingers. you leakin' over my fuckin' bracelet. was it always turnin' you on when i'd wear it?"
"it's only... your fault..." you mutter, letting lust win with stubbornness, your hips starting to grind desperately against his hand. "my fault?" his smirk turns into a full grin. he lets you set the pace for a moment, the bracelet sliding easily through your soaked folds with each movement. he puts his other hand onto your stomach to keep you in place. "it's just always my fault, isn't it?"
you couldn't hold back at that new, weird feeling of getting off on a piece of jewelry, which was embarrassing, honestly. the bracelet stays pressed against your pussy and you let yourself ride it against his trapped fingers which keeps putting more pressure onto your clit, rubbing it with the metal. "that's it," he mutters, watching you basically melt against his hand, his eyes glistening. "gonna watch your pussy work my bracelet 'til you're done."
chris watches you with dark satisfaction, seeing your rhythm falter as the cold metal drags perfectly against your swollen clit with every roll of your hips. the silver was catching your slickness now, making everything wet and frictionless. "yeah, use it... just like that," he breathes, voice rough, watching your tits rise and fall with your rapid breathing. "look at ya...gettin' yourself off on my bracelet... it's a little ridiculous, isn't it?"
“what the… fuck…," you curse under your breath, moaning right after it, when the pleasure starts building up in your lower belly. you'd never thought you'd experience something like this, but this is exactly how things are when it comes to chris. unexpected and strange.
"keep goin'," he encourages mockingly, his fingers flexing slightly, adjusting the bracelet's position to hit your clit dead-on with every grind. your eyes roll back and you bite down on your lip harder, but even this can't silence the noises that are slipping out. he keeps his hand flat on your stomach, feeling your muscles tense and release. "such a fuckin' slut for some piece of metal. gonna cum, huh?"
"chris, fuck—" another moan leaves you, hands desperately gripping whatever you could reach on the couch. your toes curl, hips rolling frantically, breath hitching right on the edge of an orgasm.
and then he stops.
he pulls his hand out, taking the bracelet with him, leaving your cunt throbbing and leaking.
your eyes snap back open instantly and a desperate whine leaves you.
"nah," he says simply, leaning over you, face so close, but so out of reach at the same time. "you not gettin' that after tryin' to toy with me," he whispers into your lips, letting his brush against it. then he stands up, keeping the bracelet between his fingers and dangling it above your face. it was all in your juices. "see that?"
you were completely out of words. speechless.
not only you were rubbing against something you'd never thought you'd even have close to your pussy, but he also declined you an orgasm, edging you.
and now he just wants to leave?
"chris," you grab his knee from where you're laying when he moves. you could see the visible boner in his pants. "c'mon, don't be like that."
he looks down at you, knocking your hand off with a shake of his leg. "don't forget to send me the video if you finish alone," he says, a grin spreading across his face and he just walks out.
you frown, clearly offended, lifting yourself up on your elbows and looking over your shoulder how he disappears in your hallway.
"fuck you!" you call out.
"tonight you can only dream!"
and he leaves just like that, shutting the front door behind.
hi! could I request a fic where reader and chris are dating, but prior to them dating she was besties with nick, and because she is always with chris, nick wants to spend time with just her to catch up on ru pauls drag race, but chris gets jealous and joins them in nicks room?
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themes/warnings: fluff, chris sturniolo x f!reader, platonic nick sturniolo x f!reader, not proofread
Please send in requests, they are open!! <3
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you and nick had always been best friends. ever since you met in elementary school, you have had a tight bond. it took until a couple of years after graduation for you to become attached at the hip.
you were always around, so naturally, chris kind of fell in love with you. of course, he ended up telling his brothers about it and nick was able to set him up with you.
ever since, it has always been you and chris. now that you’re dating, nick hasn’t gotten much time with you, and you would be lying if you said it doesn’t make you sad.
so nick invited you to hang out with just him for once, and you joyfully agreed. so now, you’re sitting in nick’s room with him, catching up on ru paul’s drag race and just hanging out like you used to.
“it’s been so long since we last hung out,” you say, looking up ay the ceiling.
“i know, i almost regret setting you up with chris,” he jokes.
you don’t know it, but chris is sitting in his room staring at the wall, upset by the fact that you’re so close yet he can’t go see you. he had promised his brother he would let the two of you hang out again.
but the feelings of jealousy bubble up anyway.
he tries to leave you guys alone, he really does, but his jealousy is way too much. so he gets up out of his bed and starts walking to nick’s room.
you and nick are mid-conversation about ru paul’s drag race when you spot chris in the doorway, staring guiltily at the two of you.
“ugh,” you hear nick groan beside you. “really chris? i can’t even get an hour alone with my best friend anymore?”
you laugh despite yourself, smiling smugly at chris’s sheepish face.
“i tried, i really did,” chris says, fidgeting with his hands.
you smirk. “someone’s jealous,” you say in a teasing tone.
you see chris’s face go red. “oh, shut up,” he says. he walks over with fake annoyance, flopping on top of you, arms wrapped around your waist.
“chris…” you huff, raising an eyebrow.
“chris,” nick calls out, annoyed. “go away. this is my time with her.”
chris lifted one hand and raised the middle finger to nick. “too bad,” he says.
“you suck,” nick replies, flopping back against his headboard.
“that’s all you, nick.”
nick gasps dramatically and you laugh. chris smiles at the sound.
“can i please hang out with nick, baby?” you ask politely.
“no,” he says stubbornly against your chest. “mine.”
“she’s my best friend, chris,” nick says loudly.
“she’s my girlfriend,” chris replies.
nick practically gives up. chris can sense that he’s actually upset and tries to come up with a compromise.
“i’ll just lay here, and you guys pretend i’m not here,” he says, burying his face into your neck.
you look at nick for approval, knowing chris won’t let it go. nick rolls his eyes and sighs with dislike, but he nods anyway because he too knows his brother is stubborn when it comes to you.
to your surprise, chris actually doesn’t say a word. for a while at least. about thirty minutes after he made that deal, he speaks up again.
“baby can we go to my room now?” he asks hopefully.
“chris,” you sigh.
“please? you are paying too much attention to nick and not enough attention to me.”
you laugh, despite yourself, and nick just chuckles, fed up. “it was good while it lasted,” he says, leaning in to hug you as best as he can with chris in the way.
and with that, you and chris retreat to his room.
“maybe nick and i will hang out somewhere else next time.”
summary: you watch a cute fan-made compilation of all you and chris's cutest moments caught on camera <3
themes/warnings: super fluffy, chris sturniolo x f!reader, cursing, use of y/n, platonic matt and nick x reader, half-proofread
Please send in requests, they are open!! <3
wc: 941
chris had fallen asleep an hour ago, but you are still scrolling on tiktok as you lie beside him. your free hand gently tangles in his hair as your other hand scrolls mindlessly from video to video.
suddenly, you come across a fan-made compilation of you and chris’s cute moments that were hidden in plain sight throughout a bunch of videos on him and his brothers’ channel.
the first clip came from a car video where you and chris were sat in the backseat and nick had stolen chris’s usual seat. there’s words written all over the screen telling viewers to watch the clip closely. as you watch, you smile seeing chris’s hand rest on your knee and your hand lying on top of his.
the second your hands touched in the clip, you gave each other a quick glance and a smile. you laugh softly at the fact that fans were noticing.
the next clip showed something you remembered vividly. matt had been streaming in his bedroom, chris sat beside him. you went in to find chris, and walked in at the same time he was jokingly making fun of you.
“oh, y/n?” you hear his voice clearly. “she has absolutely zero common sense.”
you see yourself standing behind him, trying not to laugh. you also see matt, who had noticed you, but didn’t say a word.
“terrible survival instincts too,” he continues. “the other day she almost pet a racoon because it looked friendly, but i made her walk away. we watched the same racoon go after someone else who tried to pet it.”
you smile as you continue watching the clip.
chris briefly read the chat in the clip, laughing at a message. “yeah, she’s stupid, but i love her.”
“who are you calling stupid?” you hear yourself chime in. matt started cackling.
chris’s eyes got wide fast, and he slowly turned to you. “uhh..” he says, but you already grabbed a pillow from matt’s bed and slammed it in his face.
“i’m not stupid!” you yelled at him while laughing.
then, chris jumped at you, knocking you onto matt’s bed. you can hear both of you giggling while matt is both cackling and yelling at you two to not break his bed.
you see yourself flailing around and trying to escape his grasp as he squeezed your waist, the back of your neck, and everywhere else that made your body jump.
you can’t help but laugh at the memory.
in the next clip, you’re blindfolded during blind, deaf, and mute baking challenge. chris was deaf, headphones blasting music, and both nick and matt were mute.
you were yelling at chris, having thought that he was matt. meanwhile, nick and matt were trying not to make a sound as they laughed through duct tape.
chris just watched you as you kept yelling at him, looking around confused. it wasn’t until nick and matt started making crazy hand gestures at him that he realized you thought that he was matt, all the while you were still yelling at him.
chris smirked, an idea coming to mind, and he leaned in and kissed you, shutting you up. you immediately squeaked and pushed him away. not because you still thought he was matt, but because he startled you.
“not matt ohmygod,” you say, trying not to laugh despite yourself. “sorry chris,” you add.
“i love you!” he yells over his music.
as you watch, you glance over at chris’s sleeping frame, smiling. you press a kiss to his temple before continuing watching the video.
in the next clip, you had all just left a concert where you had decided to wear heels. you stood for hours, and your feet had hurt a lot.
you were whining and complaining as you walked awkwardly beside them and nick and matt made fun of you for getting yourself into this situation.
“baby, i told you to wear comfy shoes,” chris said, a rare occasion of a pet name slipping from his lips on camera.
“but i had to wear the heels for the outfit,” you argued.
chris stopped walking, and so did the rest of you, confused.
“can you jump in them?” he asked.
you raised an eyebrow. “jump? maybe. i definitely cannot land, though,” you said. “why?”
chris turned around, crouching down. “hop on,” he said chivalrously.
you did immediately, whooping as he hoisted you up and held onto your legs firmly.
“fuck yeah,” you said. “much better.”
matt and nick laughed, making fun of chris.
“someone thinks they’re a knight in shining armor,” nick said.
“don’t drop your princess,” matt added.
chris just ignored them, lost in his own little world with you.
you smile while watching back on that moment.
the rest of the video just includes various screenshots from videos of the two of you being touchy and affectionate. as the video starts looping back to the beginning, you save it before turning off your phone and setting it down on your nightstand.
you turn your body to face your sleeping boyfriend, who has curled closer against you in his sleep. you run a hand over his cheek, and he leans into it instinctively.
you can’t help but laugh softly. fans go crazy over the sweet moments they see on camera, but they haven’t even seen half of it.
and they never will. you like keeping your relationship something purely for the two of you and the people around you.
you settle against your pillow, arm around chris. you keep thinking about the compilation as you drift off to sleep.
yeah, you’re gonna search for more of them tomorrow.
in which; after time apart chris and reader reunite, rekindling with each other with deep passion
CW: smut, sexual encounters, choking, moaning, pnv, male and female receiving.
chris had been gone for almost two weeks, visiting his parents back home with his brothers. at first the distance was manageable, constant facetimes, snapping each other back and forth, falling asleep on call. but after awhile, the days felt longer, watching the hours pass by being apart.
you had practically memorized the countdown of his return you marked on your calendar.
but the moment chris texted, “landed” your heart started to race.
waiting outside of the LA home you shared with chris and his triplet brothers you tried to act casual, but as soon as that black suv pulled into the driveway you completely lost your cool. feeling yourself get more wet by the second.
Chris had barely even gotten two feet out of the car before you raced over, pulling him into a soft, intimate, hug.
“i missed you so much” you mumbled into his neck, nipping soft kisses that hinted what was to later come.
“i missed you more” chris stated, grabbing your ass and giving a firm squeeze.
“you literally couldn’t.”
“oh yeah?” he teased, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “wanna bet?”
“i could make a bet on a few things tonight” you mumbled, toying with the waistband of his sweatpants.
he grinned before leaning down to kiss you. it started out soft, shy, but after spending weeks apart it was impossible for it not to linger.
“i forgot how good you smell” chris admitted
“you always say that”
“because it’s true”
that playful banter between you both quickly melted as soon as their shared bedroom door clicked shut. two weeks of built up anticipation was being compressed into the small space between you two.
neither chris or you waited. chris caught you by the waist, pulling you flush against his chest as your mouths found eachother with no hesitation. it was a deep, breathless kiss tasting like hunger and impatience.
your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, while his grip on your hips tightened, he lifted you up slightly until you were backed against the wall. the cool surface against your spine contrasted sharply with the radiating heat on chris’ body. chris groaned into your lips before kissing his way down your neck, leaving large dark bruises behind each sloppy kiss.
you started to reach to unbutton your top before chris stopped you, wrapping his hand around your neck, not limiting your air but also not gently.
“no” chris shortly said as he begins unbuttons your top himself, wanting to feel dominating.
“two weeks is entirely too long” chris murmured against your bare skin, releasing his hand from your neck but not letting you escape around him
“then stop talking” you whispered back, tugging at the hem of his shirt.
a low chuckle rumbles in his chest as your fingers find his shirt. "bossy tonight, aren't we?" his hand slides over yours, stilling the tug, thumb tracing a slow circle on your knuckles. the air between you thickens, charged. he leans in, breath warm against your ear. "you sure you wanna start something you can't finish?" his voice dips, rougher now, a challenge laced with promise as his other hand finds your hip, pulling you closer.
“i’m always down to start what you finish” you proudly say before the both of you start very quickly stripping off your clothes and end up on the bed together with chris over top you.
chris’ penis is straight out as he pumps it a few times to get some pre cum out to use as lube. it’s only a matter of time before chris lines his tip with your entrance and pushes inside.
chris groans “ah god baby fuck” chris can’t control his thrusts. he later finds his pace and focuses on making you feel good.
you were moaning your mind out, getting closer by the second, chris was already super close and ready to cum but he wanted it to happen at the same time as you so along with him fucking you he palms the sensitive spots down there, rubbing and circling his fingers on your pussy. his fingers then push up into your hole working you along with his long hard dick.
you were losing control moaning his name out very loudly, “chris… chris!” you yell, arching your back not being able to take it anymore. you reach your release and cum all over his dick and fingers.
“mmmh mama” chris groaned out as you came. after a few more thrusts chris comes, filling you up with his liquid before laying down right by your side.
“no more leaving for awhile” chris said his head towards you and beginning to play with your hair
fratboy!chris gets wasted and knocks on your door..
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it was around two in the morning, when you heard three uneven bangs against your apartment door.
you frowned, pausing the movie you were watching and looked at the clock.
another knock.
"who the fuck..." you mutter, getting up and grabbing the lamp from the dresser, just in case. you walked over to the door and checked through peephole who was disturbing your peace.
the hell?
you blinked confused and unlocked the door, yanking it open, the lamp still in your hand. "are you insane? it's two a.m."
a slow grin spread across chris's face. "yo."
he was leaning against the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him from eating dirt. his hoodie was half unzipped, curls a complete mess, and there was a split on his lower lip with dried blood running into the corner of his mouth. he was completely wasted.
"what the fuck happened to your face?"
"what?" he frowns as if you'd asked him a calculus question. "i look bad or what?"
"you're bleeding, idiot."
"really?" he looks genuinely confused, lazily touching his lip with two fingers, looking at the blood, then shrugging. "mmm, might've missed a step or two on my way here..." he slurrs.
you raised your eyebrows. "i'd like to see that, honestly."
"sweet," he hums. his eyes narrow at the lamp in your hand. "is this... a fuckin' lamp....?" he looks back up. "you want to kill me with this?"
you look down at the lamp, then back at him. "unfortunately i think you'd survive that."
he grins. "you'd need soooooo much more than that."
"alright, chris, what the fuck are you doing here?" you ask, putting the lamp down. "you're barely standing, how did you even get here?"
he scoffs, pushing himself off the frame. "i'm perfectly standing—" he took exactly one step and his foot caught on absolutely nothing. he pitched forward. "oh, for god's sake—" you caught him before he could facepalm your floor this time. he looks down at your hands gripping his hoodie. "mhhhm, see? always so quick to touch me."
you take a deep breath.
"stand still," you say, the wall being helpful for him to keep his balance. the second the door clicked shut, chris looked around the place like he'd never seen it before. "cleaner than i remember."
"fuck off."
you crossed your arms across your chest. "what are you doing here?"
he squinted at you. "i walked."
"barely," you huff. "why here?"
"'cause i wanted to?" he looks at you like you're the idiot here. "...the party was dumb and loud."
"frat parties are always dumb and loud."
"m'realizin' that you might've been right," he mutters. "matt's on my ass lately, attendin' every party every single week.... he's annoying as fuckkkkk."
"he's probably worried," you reply. "what did you do?"
he looked offended for a second. "why do you think s'my fault...?"
"it usually is," you reply honestly. "and you have a talent for doing stuff and then acting surprised when people react, so."
"stop psychoanalysin' me," he mumbles, pushing himself off the wall. you grab his shoulder just in case. "m'crashin' here," he announces.
you scoff, "absolutely not."
"what, you gonna kick me out? what if i freeze to death?"
"it's almost june."
"i can overheat."
you sigh, helping him to get into your room. "i actually despise you."
"mhhhh, i know..."
you didn't necessarily want to deal with him, but he was right— you couldn't kick him out in this state. calling nick or matt wasn't an option either, because they'd ask questions, and the last thing you need is anyone knowing you and chris fuck again, after swearing you'd have never talked to him again in this lifetime.
once he drops onto your bed, you disappear into the bathroom, soon coming back with a small first-aid kit.
"matt's mad," he mumbles. "says i smoke too much 'n shit."
"do you?"
he shrugs. "he's doin' too much and he's got nick into that... now they both askin' and i don't need that shit."
you step between his knees, tilting his chin upward with your fingers. he whistles, "am i gettin' what i got the other night?"
"you want your eyebrow split open as well?" you ask, dabbing the cut with alcohol. he hisses, "ow—!"
you give him a look. "relax, tough guy."
"this shit hurtssssss—"
"try not to fall next time then."
"you're so bossy tellin' me what to do."
you grimace, stopping to glare at him. when his smirk grows bigger, you press a little harder onto his cut. the cocky expression is gone in seconds.
"ow, fuck!"
you smile and finish cleaning his cut, while he pouts like a child.
"so, you had enough of the frat and your brothers, and thought it's a great idea to come here?" you ask slowly, trying to put the pieces together. "why's that?"
"ugh, stop askin' difficult questions..." he complains, leaning back on your bed and covering his face with his arm. "you don't care 'bout me or my state. also kinda hoped you'd shut the door in my face."
"i totally should've," you reply, staring down at him. he looked almost pathetic. you've never seen him like this before.
"m'wonderin' why you talk t'me again," he mumbles, words coming slower now.
you knew he'd ask this at some point.
"and i wonder why you showed up to fuck after a year."
"surprised?"
"no," you reply honestly. "i actually kind of expected you earlier."
he slowly gets his arm off his face and looks at you, expression hard to read, even when he was so drunk and supposed to have his walls down.
"hm.... really?"
you nod. "didn't think you'd actually respect someone's decision for once."
"hey, c'mon, now... you said you couldn't look at yourself, what else could i do?"
"i didn't think you'd care about that."
"i didn't," he mutters and you can tell his being genuine. cool. "but i've got some respect, man. thats the least i could do."
you hum, not really believing him, but in his state you weren't exactly sure if he'd be able to lie. "so your respect for me is gone or why'd you come back?"
"nah," he shakes his head, propping himself up on his elbows and looking you up and down. "let's just say my body wasn't exactly cooperatin'..."
"likeee...?"
"likeeee," he repeats. "stress is bad for business."
your expression shifted ever so slightly, but you refused to let yourself feel disappointed. this was chris, after all. and yet, somewhere deep down, a tiny part of you had hoped he might have changed after last year, but he obviously hadn’t. he still treated women like toys meant for his own satisfaction and that had to change.
"so i was supposed to fix that?" you scoff.
"didn't say that."
"you implied it."
"did i, really...?"
"yeah?"
"hm," he shrugs.
"did i fix that?"
"you sucked me off two days ago, didn't ya?" the corner of his mouth lifts up.
your eyes narrow. "yeah, you got hard in seconds."
"that's your answer."
any hesitation you'd had vanished on the spot. if lowering yourself to his level had felt questionable before, it didn't anymore. that made what you had in mind a whole lot easier.
"so," you started slowly, tossing the used wipes into the trash. "that's why you talk to me again?"
"you don't sound as pissed as i thought you'd be."
"why'd i be pissed?" you ask, opening the window.
"you're usually pissed no matter what i do."
"‘cause you do shitty things," you shot back, barely controlling your growing irritation. you won’t allow him to have an effect on you again. he won’t ever get under your skin like he did last year.
you're planning on getting under his, though.
"but as you said, i don't really care," you add. "that's why i'm not mad. couldn't expect any less from you."
"ouchhh, y're breakin' my heart..." he dramatically puts a hand onto his chest. he keeps grinning, not even taking your words seriously. you couldn't tell if it was alcohol making him so fucking full of himself, or was it just his casual self.
"i wish," you sigh, looking him up and down. "you're making my room smell like shit, by the way."
he looks offended, looking down at his body and sprawling across your bed more. "i smell amazing," he huffs.
"like vodka and weed."
"amazing. stop complainin'," he mumbles, tugging at the hem of his hoodie. "it's fuckin' hot out here."
you roll your eyes. "you're like a child."
"m'overheatin'," he slurrs.
"take that hoodie off."
"didn't think of that," he mumbles, managing to get one arm halfway out, before somehow getting stuck, the sleeve twisting around his elbow. he stares at it for a few seconds. "why's everything against me?"
you pinched the bridge of your nose, taking a deep breath. "i never thought you could be even more annoying than usually."
after letting out the longest sigh he'd heard all night, you walk over to him. "first of all, fucking sit," you say, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. "arms up."
he scoffs, "don't talk t'me like i'm a child."
"you like to act like one," you grab the fabric, pulling it over his head. "though, i believe even kids are smarter than you."
his hair stick out in every direction and he drops back onto the mattress with a relieved sigh, his hands moving to his belt. "you're the only person who talks back t'me," he mutters. "impressive, really... think that's why my dick likes you so much."
"would it hurt for you to just say that you like me? you always have to say it like your dick is a whole ass person?"
his eyes narrow and because of his state, you're able to see something unreadable to flicker across his face. "like you... hmmmm..." he tilts his head. "what makes you think i'd like ya?"
you snorted, swapping his hands away and unbuckling his belt. "hm, i don't know. maybe i'd assume you have to, at least, tolerate someone a little, if you keep fucking them."
his eyes drop to your hands unzipping his pants. "wellll.... that part seems pretty... logical."
you look up at him. "nothing you do is logical, chris."
he drunkenly raised a finger in the air with a goofy grin and slurred, "disagree."
"you came here half conscious at two in the morning."
his grin fades. "valid point."
you scoff, shaking your head and getting rid of his pants, then moving to take his shoes off. "but that means you gotta like me too, though," he mumbles after a moment, watching you intensely. "since you fuck me."
"wow, i know this might be news to you that someone liked you, since it's hard to do so with your brilliant personality, but unfortunately i haven't thought you're so bad, so we can count that, i guess."
he groans, rubbing his eyes. "ughhhhh, so much hard wordss... and why'd you use past tense for this...?"
you roll your eyes and put his shoes down, straightening up and ignoring his question. "all done. go to sleep now." your eyes unintentionally move up his body, stopping at the boner in his boxers. you give him a disappointing look, "really?"
he shrugs, smirking, barely keeping his eyes open. "see what you doin'?"
"move," you say, smacking his arm to make him lay on your bed like a normal person. once he does, you throw a blanket at him.
"i'm hot, take that shit off—"
"don't," you stop him from throwing it off himself, glaring at him. his smile gets bigger. "just say you can't look at my body, 'cause it's turnin' you on."
you scoff, letting go off his wrist. "god, you're such a guy."
"gonna take that as a compliment," he replies, then frowns, seeing you walking to the door. "where you goin'?"
"to get you some water. dehydration makes your brain smaller than it is."
"y'know what will never be smaller—?!"
you leave the room before he can finish that sentence.
the moment you stepped into the kitchen, the apartment finally fell quieter. you grabbed a glass from the cabinet, filling it with cold water as you leaned one hand against the counter. you frowned, thinking about his words and behavior. he literally makes no sense.
chris had never struck you as someone who got in his own head over anything, let alone sex. confidence practically leaked out of him. he flirted with anything that breathed, carried himself like the world revolved around him, and somehow always managed to back it up, so what the fuck happened?
stress is bad for business, he said. he's completely wasted, complaining about the frat house or his brothers, and you know he's been smoking more lately. what is he even stressing about? and more importantly, why'd you somehow fixed his problem? you hadn't done anything different, you'd been exactly who you'd always been. why'd you work for him, but others didn't?
the thought lingers longer than you wanted it to. you can't start overthinking, he's just saying bullshit and acts like a total idiot, as always. you need to stick to your own plan.
with a quiet sigh, you grabbed two painkillers from the cabinet before heading back down the hallway. when you nudged the bedroom door open, chris hadn’t moved much. one arm was draped over his eyes, the other hanging lazily off the edge of the mattress, his breathing had already slowed. you honestly weren't sure if he was asleep.
"... chris."
he lets out a quiet grunt. definitely not asleep.
you walked over, setting the pills on the nightstand, before sitting at the edge of your bed and nudging his shoulder. "sit up," you say.
"no."
"don't piss me off and sit up."
he flips you off. your eyes narrow at him, "i'm gonna kick you out of here."
he shifts his arm to open one eye, slow smirk spreading across his face. "nah, you won't."
"just sit the fuck up, you need water."
"m'like ninety percent water."
"and one thousand percent dickhead," you remark. "sit. the fuck. up."
a long, dramatic sigh escapes him, before he reluctantly pushes himself upright, moving like every bone in his body had suddenly doubled in weight. you hand him the glass and he looks at it with visible disappointment. "was hopin' it'd be vodka."
you give him a look. "you've had enough."
"sooo judgmental...."
"just drink."
he obeyed without another argument, taking a few slow swallows before handing it over and leaning back. you put the glass down, standing up. "go to sleep."
he glances over at you, blinking slower than usual. "you sleepin' where?"
"on the couch."
he snorts. "stop actin' like a virgin, it's not the first time we'd sleep in one bed."
"yeah, but usually we're busy."
"could be again," he grins.
you roll your eyes. "you never stop being a freak? even in this state?"
"my state's great, thanks."
"can barely form complete sentences."
"soooo dramatic..." he sighs, closing his eyes. "c'mon. i don't bite."
"not so sure about that," you mutter, but despite yourself, climb into your bed, turning the lights off. he was a talker tonight and you had a feeling its gonna be an opportunity.
he rolls over onto his stomach, mumbling something into your pillow. "i don't think this position is a good idea," you say, turning your head to look at him. "you might throw up."
"m'good..." he replies, voice muffled. his free hand flails out blindly toward you, ligthly hitting your stomach and staying there, warm and heavy even through the fabric of your shirt.
"bro."
you raise an eyebrow, looking at his hand in the darkness and then back at him. "bro, what?"
he slowly lifts his head up, opening his mouth to say something, but then—
"hic."
he blinks, frowning. "naaaah... s'not what... hic—" he mumbles, dragging out the words. "fuckkkkk...." he tilts his head slowly, squinting at you with one eye, like you're the confusing one here. "...m'tryna tell ya somethin' important..."
"spare me hearing that bullshit," you reply.
"hic—" chris’ face scrunches up, like he’s actually offended by that. he shoves his face deeper into the pillow for a second, muttering something about "bitchy," before turning back to you with red cheeks and messy hair sticking everywhere. "so where's that self respect of— hic— yours....?"
you roll your eyes. "again about that?"
"just curious... 'cus you started the other day and i didn't even have to— hic— try.... so, like...why we talkin' again—?"
"why do you think about this so much? isn't that what you wanted? i fixed your little problem."
"s'not— hic— little...." he rambles, shifting to lay on his side now. "s'just that, my intuition's tellin' me, something's off."
"you're off. drunk off your ass, bothering me."
"maybeee..."he grins, putting his chin onto his hand. "i've been bored... hic— fuck—...when you weren't around....ya keep me on my toes, never know what to expect."
you hum, voice full of sarcasm, "wow, is this some kind of appreciation i'm hearing?"
he glares at you with one half-lidded eye. "naah," he mumbles back stubbornly. "s'not appreciation, just facts."
"well, i guess, it's 'cause no one else can handle your bullshit, like i do."
he huffs, rolling back onto his back and almost falling off the bed. "one split on your face ain't enough?" you ask, grabbing his wrist to keep him from falling.
"this shit's pathetic," he grunts, brushing a hand over his face.
you nod, "at least you're aware."
"thanks— hic— fuck, m'gonna— hic— fuck!"
you snorted, looking at him. he scoffs, "this ain't funny."
"it absolutely is," you remark. he hiccups again. "you need water or...?"
"no," he mumbles. "shut up."
"nah, i don't think i will. i'd actually like to know what exactly happened that you ended up like this. that strong and tough, nonchalant christopher sturniolo attacked by hiccups. so, gonna share?"
his jaw shifts slightly, like he's chewing on whether to say anything at all.
"no."
"okay, damn," you say, letting go off him once he stops moving around. "hopefully you won't show up here like this again. i'll have to shut the door in your face for real this time."
"you wouldn't."
"do we wanna check that?"
"god, you're such a— hic—"
"bitch?"
"yeah."
"and you're a dick. guess it lines up."
"hic— guess it is.... thought you'd hate me longer though."
"oh, don't worry, i still do."
he smiles, throwing an arm over his eyes again. "tell me how much."
"a lot."
"tell me."
your eyes narrow as you look at his side profile, realizing he's one foot in his sleep already. he won't even remember.
you let out a breath.
"so much that i hope one day someone does to you exactly what you've been doing to everyone else."
he doesn't move, so you keep going. "i hope someone gets under your skin so bad that they break whatever's left of your heart and then leave."
silence.
"maybe then you'd finally stop walking around like the whole world owes you somethin," you swallow, staring at the ceiling. "maybe then you'd stop assuming everyone's gonna hurt you, before they even get the chance. not every girl is out to manipulate and ruin you, chris."
a bitter smile pulls at your lips. "but if that's the version of the world you wanna live in, then i'll happily become one of them."
chris is quiet.
for so long that you think he's fallen asleep.
then, he speaks, his voice barely a whisper. "that's... a very.... you thing to say..." his words slur together. his eyes stay closed, a lazy, almost empty, smile ghosts across his face.
“that's why you remind me of her."
your head snaps toward him. "huh?"
but he doesn't reply. his breathing has slowed, his expression softened completely.
he drifted off, leaving you with your head full of thoughts.
Summary: In which an innocent moment of you sitting on Chris's lap turns into something more.
Word count: 4.4k
CW: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content (Smut): protected sex, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), hand job, dry humping?, choking, hair pulling, praise kink, mention of alcohol, mention of weed use, if I forgot anything please let me know! If under 18, I am not responsible for the media you consume. (MDNI)
You aren’t really sure why Chris dragged you to this party. You’ve told him countless times that you’d rather be home with a blanket and a good movie; parties just aren’t your thing. They were loud, obnoxious, and a really bad influence on you.
“Come on, you’ll be fine! Look, we can even wear matching shoes,” Chris teases. He knows you’re a sucker for matching things—and you find it adorable.
You bite your lip and smile. “Fuck. Fine. But only because we get to match. Cute little bestie moment.”
Now here you are, stuck at this godforsaken party. Chris is somewhere in the living room, and you’re on your fourth drink of the night. You’re definitely feeling it—not completely drunk, but nowhere near sober. You move slowly into the living room, scanning the crowd until you spot your best friend.
Relief washes over you, and you make your way over. As you get closer, Chris looks up and smiles. His eyes are red and glassy. He’s high as a kite. “Hey, I was wondering where you were. Come here,” he says, patting his lap.
You hesitate. He rolls his eyes, laughs, and pulls you onto his lap. Instantly, Chris buries his face in your neck, smelling the vanilla scent you always wear. “You smell good. Like, really good.” You freeze, pulse skipping. It feels a little too intimate, but you remind yourself he’s just high, and you’re just tipsy. You manage to laugh, ruffling his hair to keep the tone light.
“You saw me put it on before we left your house, dork.” You tease gently. Chris just shrugs and smiles.
Chris’s hands settle softly on your thighs as he turns back to his friends. You sip your drink and listen, speaking softly when someone asks you something. Every so often, Chris gives your thighs a gentle squeeze—silent reassurance, a secret language just between the two of you. When the music shifts to a song you love, you squeal and twist around to face Chris.
“Chris, can we please go dance?” You beg as you give him puppy eyes. He smiles, but shakes his head.
“You know I don’t dance, [Y/N].”
You pout. “Fine, then I’ll just dance here.”
Grinning, you start moving your shoulders to the song, letting the beat move through you until your whole body sways. Chris’s hands tighten on your thighs, but you’re lost in the music and the effects of your drink, barely noticing his reaction. A low groan rumbles from his chest. His friends burst out laughing as it becomes clear he’s struggling with you moving like that on his lap.
“I think Chris doesn’t really know what to do with himself right now.” Oliver laughs as he watches, amused.
You pause and look around, blushing. You turn back and look at Chris, concern lacing your face. “Am I hurting you? What’s wrong?”
Chris lets out a gentle sigh as you stop moving. He smiles softly at your innocence and whispers, “Nothing. I’m ok. My friends are just being assholes.”
You nod and stand up. Chris frowns and tries to grab you again. “Where are you going?”
You smile and wiggle your red solo cup. “Need more. Be back fast!”
When you come back, Chris immediately grabs you and pulls you back onto his lap. He kisses your neck softly, and you pause. “Uhm.”
He giggles. You groan. “Did you smoke more?”
He shrugs and nuzzles further into your neck, mumbling. “Possibly. Just sit there and look pretty, alright? Don’t mind me.”
You shift to get comfortable again, but suddenly freeze. You feel it—him—cock pressing hard through his jeans against your ass. Heat flushes up your neck, and you try to subtly move away. Chris’s breath hitches, his grip on your thighs tightening possessively. “Don’t do that, ma. I swear.”
You pause on his lap. He’s never used that tone with you. It was hot. You want to hear what else can come from his mouth. There is a brief moment where neither of you moves, the music continues in the background, and his friends keep laughing. Chris’s breath is hot on your neck, his hands gripping your thighs a little too tightly. Slowly, you turn your body, your eyes searching his, looking for any sign of embarrassment or regret.
His cheeks are a faint pink, and his eyes look around the party, avoiding your gaze completely. You smile softly as you realize he’s totally out of his realm with this incident. You want to laugh so badly, but instead you lean closer to him. His breath catches as you bring your mouth to his ear. Chris shivers as you whisper softly to him, “Want me to help with that?”
Chris doesn’t look at you, but he sure as hell nods. You let out a soft giggle and get off his lap, grabbing his hand, tugging until he stands. Oliver and Matt whistle and laugh as you lead Chris away, walking straight towards the empty guest room. You calmly close the door, sinking you two into darkness as the party's music fades to a distant hum.
You face him and just stare, all over his face, no words are coming out. Chris gives you a small smile and rubs the back of his neck, “Look, I uh….I didn’t mean to…. It just happened.”
Your head tilts as you watch him stumble over his words. You take a step closer to him and softly rub your thumb over his cheek. “It’s fine, I know it happens.”
Chris steps closer, captivated by how gentle you are in this situation. Your chests are now touching. “I know we are best friends, but I want to help. If that’s what you want.”
His eyes fill with surprise, then turn to pure heat. He looks at your mouth and then back at your eyes. “Aren’t you afraid of this changing things?”
You smirk, “It’ll only change if you let it. So don’t let it. Just enjoy the fact that I want to help.”
Your hand slides down from his face to the edge of his shirt. You graze it softly before you lift it just a few inches, and your hand traces the spot right above the waistband of his jeans. Chris lets out a soft gasp, his eyes never leaving your face, but his heart is beating so fast in this moment. There’s now a tension filling the air and room.
"Chris, do you want this?" You don’t move your hand anymore until you get the green light from him.
He blushes again and nods, "Yes. Yeah. But only if you want this too.”
Your stomach fills with butterflies, and you nod. "Then stop standing like that and kiss me.”
He closes the distance fast, as if he didn’t move quickly enough, you’d change your mind. Chris’s lips press to yours, slow at first as he tastes whatever you were drinking earlier, something fruity. You melt immediately into the kiss, your hands finding his shoulders for something to hold onto. He groans as your lips move against each other, hands finding your hips and pulling you closer to him.
You gasp as he does that. You can feel his cock pressing against your thigh. At your gasp, Chris takes that moment to slip his tongue into your mouth, gently rubbing it against yours before tangling with it. You moan into the kiss, hungrily swapping spit with him as you two kiss. It’s messy and filthy; it’s everything you’d expect to get from him in a kiss. He smiles into the kiss before he gently sucks your tongue into his mouth and gives it gentle pulls. You whine and grip his shoulders. The feeling is absolutely euphoric.
Chris breaks the kiss and moves down to your jaw. Placing soft kisses all along it. You whine softly, and he smiles as he moves from your jaw to your neck, finding a sensitive spot and gently sucking on the skin there. The feeling of him marking up your neck makes you go crazy. You moan loudly, covering your mouth so nobody can hear. Chris laughs softly before licking the spot he sucked on and then blowing cold air onto it.
“Tell me how it feels. Let me hear you, ma.”
“Why don’t I just show you what it does to me?” You tease softly as your hand makes its way to his belt buckle. Chris moans softly as he feels your touch graze his stomach, eyes watching with anticipation.
“Last chance, tell me to stop if you don’t want this.” You whisper softly.
Chris’s hips buck softly into your hand, a silent tell to keep going. He grabs your chin and speaks low, “Don’t stop. Please.”
Your fingers fumble with his belt, nerves suddenly consuming you as you realize this is actually about to happen. With your best friend.
Chris covers your hand gently and smiles, “Let me help. Breathe.”
You nod.
He quickly undoes his belt, button, and zipper. His pants hang loosely around his hips now. You look at him as you slowly push his pants down. He watches you with want in his eyes and lets out a soft moan as you grab his boxers and push them down as well. His cock springs free, and he's really hard. You softly touch him, and he tenses for a second. You wrap your hand around his length gently, and his hips buck, searching for more friction. You smile as you feel him relax into your touch. He relaxes as you just hold him, taking in his thickness and length. Tracing a vein lightly that you could feel without seeing, he shivers.
"Fuck," he whispers, closing his eyes in pleasure.
“Does it feel good?” You ask softly, looking at him for reassurance.
Chris smiles at you and nods, “It would feel better if you used that pretty hand of yours.”
You blush. You slowly start to stroke him, bringing your hand from the base all the way to the tip, occasionally collecting the wetness there. Neither of you two is embarrassed anymore, just quietly enjoying the touching that is happening. As you stroke him, you squeeze him periodically, pulling light moans from his mouth. Chris leans into you as you keep going.
“Jesus, you’re fucking good at this.” He groans.
Instead of saying anything back, you lean in and kiss him again. Your tongue is pushing through his lips and invading his mouth. It’s a shock, really, to both of you, being this bold with something so new. But you’re too turned on, stroking his cock, hearing his moans, to really even focus on yourself. Chris moans and kisses you back, just as hungry.
Finally, you break first, wanting air. You stop all movement, and Chris looks at you, confused. You smile softly as you slowly sink to your knees in front of him. His breath catches as he watches you become eye level with his cock. You observe it, the tip red and swollen, leaking precum. He’s thick, which catches you by surprise for some reason, but also really turns you on. And there are some veins on display without being too noticeable, but still enough for you to trace them with a finger.
“Shit, [Y/N]. You’re being such a fucking tease.” He groans and softly brushes his thumb against your cheek.
You smile and look up at him. Maintaining that eye contact, you slowly drag your tongue up his shaft, wrapping your lips around the tip and giving it a gentle suck. Chris gasps, hands flying straight to your hair and pulling it. You moan softly, the vibrations sending a shock through his body.
“Ma, if you don’t start sucking, I might actually lose it.” He murmurs as his hands move through your hair, making it into a pony.
You keep your eyes locked with his and start pushing him inch by inch into your mouth. You get halfway and suck again, swirling your tongue around his length as you do so. Chris actually whimpers from the feeling and gently pushes your head to take more, and you allow him. He accidentally pushes himself to the back of your throat, and you gag. He hisses and pulls back.
“Shit. Sorry.” Chris gives a sympathetic look.
You smirk, grab his cock, and deep throat him again. When you pull off, you softly spit on his length and stroke him again, coating him in wetness. “It’s really ok, Chris.”
Chris groans and looks at you. He pulls your hair again and shoves his cock back into your throat, not going all the way in, but enough to shut up your teasing that’s driving him wild. You whine as he slowly fucks your face. Spit is coming out of the sides of your mouth, some of it coating his cock and making it wetter. You suck hard, your hands wrapping around what can’t fit into your mouth as he keeps thrusting.
“Just like that. Fuck you’re so p-pretty… taking me so nicely… shit.” He gasps as he watches your face being fucked by him. You moan and suck just a bit harder, and his hand grips your hair roughly.
His pace slightly increases. Now it’s alternating between stopping halfway and then really pushing the boundaries and making you deep throat him. Every time his cock hits the back of your throat and hears you gag, he lets out a soft moan. You can taste the saltiness of his precum, and it just turns you on even more.
“Knew this mouth was good for something other than giving me a hard time. You’ve made my cock so wet. Fuck.” Chris moans.
His hips stutter, and you can tell he is close. You pull back some and give gentle sucks and pulls along his length, tracing your tongue around that one vein you felt earlier with your finger. Chris hisses and grips your shoulders. “Fuck. I don’t want to cum this way. Need to be in you.”
You pull off, wiping your mouth as you look up at him. You press a soft kiss to his tip, feeling the heat of him on your lips, and then rise to your feet. Chris immediately pulls you into a kiss, hungry and desperate, but this time there’s something different about it. You taste him on your lips, and the two of you laugh into the kiss, giddy with whatever is happening right now.
He pulls away, grabs your hand, and leads you to the bed. Chris, ever the gentleman, helps lay you down and climbs on top of you, using his arms to hold himself over you. He stares at you for a moment before kissing you, but this time it’s soft and gentle, like he's really taking his time to absorb you and whatever this moment is.
Chris trails the kisses down your jaw, to your neck, leaving yet another hickey in the process. He pulls back and smiles at it, blowing cool air on it and watching you moan from the sensation.
He bends down and whispers in your ear, “Now everyone will know you’re mine. You'll know you're mine.”
Heat floods your body from that claiming statement. You are both now officially teetering on the line between best friends and something more. It makes you nervous, but excited all at the same time. When you look back at him, you nod in agreement, too turned on to even speak.
Chris smirks and continues to place kisses along your body. He gets to your shirt and lifts it up, staring at you and silently asking if it's okay. You nod and lift your arms, and he slowly pulls it off. He sees the black lace bra and moans.
“Fuck. This is staying on. Fucking beautiful.”
You gasp softly as he places light kisses on your chest above the bra. “Chris… shit.”
Chris traces his fingers lightly along your breasts, just the part that is on display above where the bra sits. He bends down again and lightly sucks on the skin there. You moan and grip his hair, hips bucking for more. Your hips get pinned down by his hands as he finishes leaving his mark ok the upper part of your tit. He smiles.
“Some of my finest work, if I say so myself.”
You roll your eyes and look at him. “Thought you wanted to fuck me, not tease me.”
Chris playfully glares at you, then, in retaliation, he licks a line down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your skirt. Soft kisses are placed along your waistline, you whimper and tug his hair again, pulling a moan out of his mouth. Chris unzips the skirt and tugs it down along with the tights and the matching lace panties you had on. You are now completely bare to Chris, and it's the weirdest fucking feeling because this escalated so quickly between you two.
“Oh hell, [Y/N]. You're soaked, if I knew I turned you on this much, I would've fucked you a long time ago.” He whispers. His hands keep your legs apart as he stares at your wet pussy. And it's true, you're drenched from his words, and how he has been teasing you. You blush.
“If you could stop talking so much, that would be great.” You mutter, and Chris lets out a laugh, pecking your cheek.
He gets serious for a moment and looks at you, “You're my best friend. You trust me, right? Like if you didn't want this, you'd tell me?”
You pause and look at him. “I promise I'll tell you. This changes nothing between us. I want this.”
He nods, and suddenly you feel his fingers sliding through your folds, teasing and feeling just how wet you are. You whine and try to buck your hips again for friction, he pushes your hips down again and says a firm, “No.”
You immediately go still. Chris has never used the tone of voice with you before, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. He smiles and can feel how just the simple word made you even wetter, he slowly slides his middle finger into you. Your eyes close in pleasure, and you let out a soft moan.
“There you go. Just take what I'm giving you. So good for me. Want another finger?” Chris coos as his finger slowly pumps in and out of you.
You gasp and nod fast, your hand gripping his forearm from the sensation. Just as fast as you nod, his ring finger joins his middle one, stretching you out slowly. You close your eyes and moan, hips gently rocking with the pace he sets. Chris places soft kisses on your lips.
“F-fuck. So good. Jesus.” You whimper.
“God. You're so wet, you're clenching around me so well. Like when I finger you, dont you? Tell me I'm the only one who gets these pretty moans out of that mouth.” He commands softly, watching as you clench around his fingers and move your hips with his rhythm.
Your nails dig into his forearm; he gasps at the feeling. He quickens his pace as a result. You moan, “You are the only one. Fuck. Just like that.”
Chris smirks and keeps going. You can feel that edge building, wet sounds fill the room, you whimper, and he can tell you're close. You look at him with a dazed look, and suddenly he stops. You whine and glare, “Why?”
“If you're going to cum, it's going to be on my cock. And only on my cock. Got it?” He says, looking for his jeans on the floor. He grabs them and pulls a condom out, ripping it open and sliding it onto his length. He gives a dorky smile. You know something ridiculous is coming out of his mouth.
“Gotta wrap it before I tap it. You feel me?”
You snort and cover your face. “Jesus Christ, Chris. You're lucky I'm used to your dumb humor and not some random chick.”
He comes back to hover over you. He gently pries your hands away from your face, giving you a soft kiss. You melt into it and kiss him back. This one is different; it's gentle and caring. Something that would throw you off if you didn't know who Chris was.
“Last time. You sure?” Chris asks softly.
You smile and nod. You peck his lips one more time, and he smiles and grabs your legs, spreading you open again. He grabs his cock and just slides it between your folds, not pushing in, just teasing and moving the wetness around. You whimper and arch against him, pulling a soft laugh from his lips. Chris’s hands softly push them down, and then he rubs his tip against your clit and moans at the same time you do.
“Shit. I still can't get over how wet you are. So fucking beautiful like this. Can't wait to see you take me.” He mumbles as he presses soft kisses into your neck, continuing to rub his tip against you.
“Please.” You beg softly, eyes looking right into his.
He nods fast, guiding himself to where he should be. He kisses you quickly on the forehead, then slowly pushes in. You grip his shoulders and moan softly, burying your face into his neck. He gets about halfway, then stops. Chris looks at you, then he bends down, pulls your bra down to expose a nipple, and softly takes it into his mouth. He gives it soft licks and pulls, gently biting it in between. You whine as he does so, your nails going down his back, causing him to hiss quietly.
He pulls his mouth away and whispers, “Look at you. Taking my cock so well, you're so warm and tight. Feels fucking amazing. Ready to take more?”
You moan and nod. “Yes. God, yes.”
He pushes in more, kissing your ear and talking. “That's it. Take it, baby. There you go. Almost all the way in. You're being so fucking perfect, stretching around me like this.”
Chris’s words are stuttered and breathy as he feels you wrap around him, and you’re clenching as he goes deeper. He finally bottoms out and just stays still as you both adjust to the feeling. He looks at you for a moment, shocked that he's actually doing this with his best friend. But then he smiles and kisses you quickly. “You okay? Can I start moving?”
“Yeah. I'm okay, you can move.”
Chris starts off with gentle, light thrusts just to set the mood and really make sure you are ok. You let out soft pants as he does so, each one bringing a smile to his face. You can feel how wet you are, and he finds it so hot how you are just soaking his cock as he fucks you.
“Gonna move faster, alright? Shit. Have to.” Chris groans, his hips picking up speed. He grabs your leg and wraps it around his waist. The new position causes him to sink deeper, and he lets out a loud moan. His hips snap more aggressively than before, chasing a feeling that you're all too familiar with.
“Ma, you feel…. shit, you feel so good. Could fuck you all night.” Chris groans into your neck as he moves.
“C-chris… fuck. Your cock feels so good.” You moan lightly. Those words alone make him move faster.
He looks at you and brings a hand to your neck. You gasp as he chokes you, shocked that he was even into it. He smirks and gives you a dark and hot look. He bends down and pulls your bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it harshly. His hand tightens slightly around your neck. You whimper.
“Fucking take it. Jesus. Look at you, taking my cock while being choked. Such a good girl.” He moans as he kisses me. His tongue tangling with mine, it's messy and filthy. You both fight for dominance, but in the end, you let him have control.
“S’close. Need to cum. Fuck.” Chris actually whines. He lets go of your throat, grabs your legs, and lifts them, placing your ankles on his shoulders. The feeling is deeper, and you feel tighter around him.
You moan loudly as he hits the right spot. He smirks, and that's all he can focus on. He brings his cock all the way out to just the tip being inside before slamming back in and hitting it just right. You buck your hips and grip his forearms, nails digging into the skin. He hisses and fucks you even faster.
“Shit. Chris. I'm gonna…… I can't…… oh my god..” you whine, trying to find the words that you're close. He smiles and keeps going.
“Cum, [Y/N]. Let me feel you all over my dick. Show me how good I'm making you feel, baby.” He commands, his thumb now finding your clit and rubbing tight circles with his thrusts.
The feeling is too strong. The coiling in your stomach tightens, you look right at Chris and gasp as you clench around him. You let go, white hot flashes filling your eyes, your body shaking slightly as the orgasm moves through you. Chris’s eyes never leave you, his mouth open slightly as he watches you cum. His hips snap forward, now chasing his own release.
“Gonna cum. Fuck.” Chris’s whole body tenses, his forehead falls against yours as he moans your name, filling the condom.
Instead of pulling away, he places quick kisses all over your face. You giggle and swat him away. “Quit that.”
He laughs softly and places your legs back on the bed. He pulls out, walks to the trash can, and disposes of the used condom. When he gets to you, he grabs your hand and pulls you up. You're both standing there naked, unsure of what to say. You let out a laugh at the awkwardness.
“That was fun.” You say softly.
“Yeah… fun,” Chris says quietly. His eyes are soft, and he’s just looking at you.
You freeze and stare, and it's at that moment you know things are different. This is no longer just best friends helping each other; you've crossed a line. You swallow and grab your clothes, quietly putting them on as Chris finally does the same. Once dressed, he walks over to you and pushes some hair behind your ear.
“This changed things, didn't it?” He whispers.
You nod. “Yeah. I think it did.”
You both stand there as the party continues downstairs, silently trying to figure out what happens now.
M yaps: Jesus, 4k words... Y'all don't even know how hard it was to write this at fucking Disney World and not giggle lol. Hope you enjoy!
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in which . . . innocent!reader shouldn’t want bad boy!chris.. but she can’t help but do just that.
contains . . . smoking, tension, drinking mentioned, oral (m receiving), fingering, let me know if i missed anything.
pairing . . . bad boy!chris x innocent!reader
𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗇 . . . 𝖿𝗂𝖼 #2
you can feel his eyes on your body from across the room. his eyes moving up and down across your little skirt and top.
everybody calls him the schools bad-boy and says you shouldn’t want him, but he makes you feel dangerous. that smirk, joint always in between his lips, always drinking at parties.
“don’t think i didn’t see you staring too.” his words ghost against the back of your neck, his hands on your waist. you turn around, “i wasn’t staring.”
“yeah, sure you weren’t.” his eyes drift down your neck, then land on your lips. “don’t look at me like that.” you swallow, most definitely nervous.
his lips crash into yours, earning a gasp from your lips. you involuntarily whimper into the kiss, him smirking from hearing it.
“come upstairs with me.” “i probably shouldn’t..”
before you know it, you’re in a random bedroom with your lips around his cock. “y’mouth feels incredible, doll..”
he looks down at your tear filled eyes, hands making a makeshift pony to grab onto. “fuck, you look so good chocking on my cock..”
his orgasm crashes over him. hot, thick cum shooting down your throat. he groans at the sight of you swallowing all of it.
chris pulls you up into his lap. he takes a hit from his joint, blowing it into your mouth and biting your bottom lip needily right after.
his fingers slip under your panties, tracing through your wetness. he slides one finger into your pussy, groaning at your tightness.
he slowly adds another finger, pumping them in and out, occasionally moving faster.
you moan out his name, earning a smirk from him. “everyone says you’re so innocent..but here you are. letting me finger you like a dirty little slut.”
you whine at his dirty-talk, unbelievably turned on from his words. your lower belly tightens, heat in your core.
“g-gonna cum..” you whimper. he shakes his head, “no. not until i say so.” “please..”
“cum for me, make a mess on my fingers.” he doesn’t even get the words out before your orgasm is crashing over you. eyes rolling back and his name falling from your lips.
he pulls out his fingers, using his mouth to suck them clean. “such a naughty, naughty girl.”
roxie speaks . . . hi yes this is incredibly hot and might be one of my favorite fics i’ve written.
"bro, i'm serious," nick groans from his desk chair. "i think i'm dyin'."
you look up from your laptop, raising an eyebrow. "you've said that four times.”
“'cus i've been to the bathroom four times.”
"i don't need to know that."
“it's, like, a medical emergency.”
“it's your stupidity.”
nick points at you dramatically. "you got no sympathy.”
"girl," you give him a disapproving look. "you ate ghost pepper wings at two in the morning and then drank some expired milk. what the fuck did you expect?"
"first of all," he says. "i didn't know it was expired. i noticed after i drank half of it. second of all these peppers were discounted."
you snorted, "yeah, 'cus they were trying to kill people.”
nick looked genuinely offended, but before he could argue, his stomach made an alarming noise.
the room goes silent as you stare at him and he stares right back.
"dude."
"i've been tellin' ya."
"that's awful."
"no shit sherlock."
you barely hold back a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. he mutters something under his breath and turns back toward the project you two were supposed to be working on. unfortunately for both of you, the project wasn’t going much better than his digestive system and you'd been staring at the same presentation slide for fourty minutes. "none of this makes sense," you say at some point.
"we gonna fail."
"don't be dramatic, we'll figure it out," you say, taking a hit from your vape, before moving to get comfortable on his bed.
the topic itself wasn’t difficult, nick was just incapable of organizing information in a way that didn’t resemble a conspiracy theory and every slide somehow created three new problems.
"do you know i was blonde at some point in my life?"
you stop scrolling when after fifteen minutes he speaks up. "really?"
"yes," he replies, staring at his own phone. "maybe i should go back."
"i mean, if you want to," you shrug. "you can always go bald if it goes wrong."
"i'd definitely pull baldness as well."
then you hear a small knock and the door suddenly opens. "yo, nick, stop ignorin' my fuckin' texts—”
chris cuts himself off when his eyes find you sitting on his brother's bed. for one brief second nobody moves as you look back at him.
for the past week since you two fucked, you heard from him only once and it was when he liked your story which, you assume, is his way of reaching out somehow. that slightly annoyed you, considering the fact you two weren't even mutuals on instagram anymore. he was like some kind of cat knocking things off a shelf for attention. you'd rolled your eyes and ignored it.
"did i tell your stupid ass to come in?" nick spoke first. "what if i was naked?"
"then you'd get me a new pair of eyes," chris replies, now looking at his brother. "why're you not answerin' your phone?"
"we're busy?" nick huffs. chris gives him a skeptical look and steps into the room, closing the door behind him. "whatever. just want my shit back," he headed toward nick's desk.
nick frowns, "huh?"
"my stash box, you fuckin' idiot."
"oh— and why'd i have it?"
chris just scoffs, already opening nick's drawers. nick frowns, " wait, you won't be lookin' through my stuff—"
"it's my stuff and m'already doin' that," chris says, already opening his drawers. "unless you give it t'me. if not, m'gonna find it either way."
"that's blackmail," nick says, getting up from his chair.
you watched the entire thing unfold with increasing amusement. nick doesn't even smoke weed, why would he take chris's box?
"i'd call it stealing," chris scoffs, checking another drawer. "but i know this motherfucker matt took it. he thinks i'm dumb and don't know he gave it t'you?"
now nick scoffs and leans against his deck, folding his arms over his chest. "you're never gonna find it."
chris gives him a quick look. "bet. count to twenty."
"what?"
"count to twenty."
"i'm not—"
"you count to twenty," he looks directly at you.
oh my god, why is he talking to you when nick is right here? won't it be suspicious?
"c'mon," he insisted.
you look at nick and shrug, then starting to count just out of curiosity.
you didn't even get to twelve when chris crouched slightly and looked under the bed. "there you are, baby."
nick looked like he might explode.
chris reaches under the bed and pulls out a small black box, looking entirely pleased with himself. ""you literally picked the most obvious hidin' spot ever. that's how you know you've never had shit to do with weed. anyone who has would've checked under the bed first."
"fuck off," nick says, already moving toward chris. "you smoke too much."
"matt said that?"
"i'm sayin' that."
"i barely smoke when i'm with ya, 'cus you complain 'bout the smell. so you know from matt." he stuffs the box into the pocket of his hoodie. "tell this idiot that he's not sneaky and m'not gonna be talkin' to him until he chills out."
nick opened his mouth to argue, but his stomach chose this exact moment to betray him again, and the sound was horrific. chris grimaced, "what the fuck was that—?"
"dude," nick suddenly gets white like a ghost. he looks at you. "another emergency."
"just go."
nick communicates with you through looks, but you nod your head, reassuring him that you'll be fine with staying here alone with chris. actually it can be a really good moment to confuse chris a little bit. he probably assumes you'd ignore him forever after last week.
"what's up with ya—"
"don't ask," nick throws over his shoulder, actually sprinting out of the room. "fifteen minutes max!"
the bathroom door slammed somewhere. you sigh, getting up when chris drops into the edge of nick's bed, one arm thrown across the mattress. "why did he almost shit himself?
you could've ignored his existence.
"he ate ghost pepper wings and drank expired milk." you placed the laptop on the desk, grabbing the vape that was sitting between a stack of notebooks.
chris snorts, his eyes following your every move. "what an idiot."
as you reach for the vape, it slips from your fingers, (or, at least, that's what it looks like), and the thing bounces once against the side of the desk before landing on the floor. "ugh," you huff, picking it up slowly, making sure your already short shorts roll up perfectly to get half of your ass cheeks on display.
chris's glare almost burned holes in your skin.
he scoffs and you hear him shifting on the bed. a corner of your mouth twitched, but you manage to hide it while turning around. as you predicted, he wasn't even trying to hide he was looking.
"my face's up here," you say, taking a puff of the vape and slowly making your way back to the bed. his eyes find yours.
"and your ass down there," he replies, wetting his lips with his tongue. "ya gonna cause me a problem."
"how?" you ask innocently. "i'm not doing anything."
kneeling beside him on the bed, you lean over to drop the vape on nick's nightstand next to his shoulder, eyes fixed on his face. he looked like he just got one million dollars, when your chest was right in front of his eyes, boobs sitting perfectly in that tank top. you bite your lip and lean back, hand accidentally brushing against his crotch. he sucks in a breath looking at you, his eyes darkening immediately.
"are you deadass—?"
then you give his already hardening dick a slight squeeze.
let's play.
"ten minutes is enough?" you ask him, tilting your head to the side, eyes moving down his body as you play with the waistband of his sweatpants. there's a small frown between his eyebrows, like he wasn't expecting any of that, but he clearly wasn't going to question anything.
"shit, i won't make it to three if you keep lookin' at me like that," his voice already hoarse. you smirk, pulling his sweats and boxers down, his cock springing free, already fully hard and throbbing from your teasing voice.
he stares down at you, jaw locked tight as he watches your hand wrapping around his base and starting to stroke him. "knew you'd be back for more," he mutters, clearly satisfied with that. he has you right where he wants you.
or maybe you have him right where you want him.
"knew you'd want more," you remark, lips wrapping around his tip. chris exhales deeply, his hips jerking slightly, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth. "shitttt— you... fuck—" he can't form a coherent thought. the wet heat of your mouth and the tight friction of your hand on his shaft is overwhelming. he swallows hard, his breathing growing ragged.
"you've grown into a freak this past year, haven't ya...? jesus, you even better at this than i— fuckkk— remembered...—"
you keep your eyes on his face, your eyes watering slightly as you take more of him, inch by inch, but you push through it, fighting the urge to gag. his tip hits the back of your throat and you have to pull back for a moment to take a breath, before taking him back in, starting to bob your head, your hand moving to play with his balls now. his entire body goes rigid, his head drops back against the wall, jaw clenching.
"fuck, holy shit— you fuckin' tease... gettin' me worked up like that, out of fuckin' nowhere...?" he mumbles, licking his lips, watching a drop of saliva spilling down your chin. your lipgloss slowly gets messed up, his fingers tangling desperately in your hair. "fuckin' hell, woman...." a low groan leaves him at the feeling of your tongue swirling around him and the quiet sounds of slurping. your eyes narrow at him and you keep your pace, but your other hand covers his mouth to shut him up. he scoffs, pulling it away from his face as he starts matching your movements, fucking your mouth.
"don't get ahead of y'self, i ain't your bitch," he says, clearly trying to stay in control. you smile despite yourself, the wet, obscene sounds of you sucking him off fill the room, clearly driving chris insane. his cock throbs violently. every flick of your tongue was pushing him closer to the edge.
"missed that dick, huh? 'course you did..." he mutters, biting down on his bottom lip to hold back another sound, thrusting faster into your mouth, chasing the feeling. his brain short circuits when you hum and double down, his hand tightening in your hair.
he lets out a shaky breath, hips twitching uncontrollably and he curses under his breath, loving and hating how easy you could do this to him. your lips press tightly around his length, hand still working his base, keeping him completely engulfed.
"gonna—fuck—gonna cum—" he warns you, hips stuttering as he hits the back of your throat repeatedly. his release is building fast, his balls tightening. your hum of approval sends vibrations against his over sensitive cock. his whole body seizes up, his eyes rolling back as he tries really hard not to make a sound, but a quiet 'shittt' leaves him anyway. his hips buck involuntarily as he spills himself down your throat in hot, thick spurts.
you swallow every drop, but he barely has time to come down from his high, before you both hear the toilet flush, which snaps you back to reality.
sorry, nick.
"holy fuck," chris mumbles.
you let his dick slide out of your mouth with a pop, still coated with your saliva and his release. chris doesn't care, tucking it into his pants and getting up once you shift to sit further away from him. "m'gonna take this as a yes to my question," he says, looking over at you while you quickly try to fix your makeup.
"what question?" you ask, genuinely confused.
"i've texted you," he explains, adjusting his stash box in his pocket. "check it," he adds, already on his way to the door. "see ya around then, i guess?" he throws over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth lifting up.
you give him a glance, looking him up and down. "i'll see."
he just huffs in amusement and shakes his head, an annoying smirk spreading across his face as he leaves the room. once he does, you check your dms on instagram, noticing one unread message from him from two days ago. you had him muted so that explains not getting any notification.
christophersturniolo: so ig i can consider that quickie as a reunion? or ur scared ass still stand on what you've said last year
you scoff, just in time when nick goes back to the room, so you staff your phone into your pocket, looking up at him. he looked like he's been to war. "dude, you have no idea what i went through... he mutters, exhaling deeply. he takes a sip of water from his bottle. "oof," he wipes sweat from his forehead, looking around the room. "wait, where did that dumbass go?"
"he's got a call and left," you lie smoothly with a shrug. nick grimaces, "fuck, matt's gonna kill me...—"
nick starts yapping, but you're not listening.
because the game has officially started and you're not gonna let chris play you this time.
A soft moment between you and Chris, where he likes the feeling of your nails scrapping across his scalp..
Chris sturniolo x reader
Warnings: none just soft sugary fluff<3
The air in his room was cold as the day slowly settled into night, the morning traffic replaced by the occasional sounds of passing cars racing to get home and the glittering light of the moon shining through the curtains.
Your fingers were threading through Chris’s hair as the fan blew softly across your intertwined bodies, the t.v. playing some random sitcom.
You then stop scratching his head to reply to a message from Tara asking if you wanted to hangout tomorrow and all you hear is a tiny grunt,
“Chris?”
You said softly looking down at Chris as his face was plastered between the valley of your breasts.
“Did I say you could stop?”
You widen your eyes at his attitude,
“Who are you talking to like that?”
Chris whines and sits up, having his arms extend to cage you between his now toned arms. Chris’s face is inches from yours and you smile softly,
“Keep doing what you were doing…”
You raise an eyebrow in confusion, before smiling at him.
“You’re such a baby, I was texting Tara..”
Chris scoffed and laid back down on your chest pushing his nose into your skin.
“I’m more important..”
You roll your eyes and continue scratching his scalp as he groans at the soothing feeling of your nails scrapping across his head. The feeling making his spine shiver,
“You’re so dramatic and I’m telling Tara about this..”
Chris lets out a lazy agreement, obviously not listening.
“Yeah whatever I don’t care…”
You smile at Chris and continue to enjoy the tender moment between you and your needy boyfriend.
Summary: after the almost kiss with Chris, you meet up with Tara and tell her all about it. / Chris talks to Matt about the whole situation.
Your POV:
You wake up the next morning with that same feeling still sitting in your chest. Not heavy, just there, lingering in a way you can’t ignore.
The first thing you do is grab your phone, your heart doing that stupid little hopeful thing before you even unlock it, but when you do, there’s nothing. No text from Chris. Your stomach drops just a little as you stare at the screen for a second longer than you should before locking it and tossing it beside you.
Your mind immediately replays last night. The door. How close he was. The way you both leaned in. The way you pulled away. You sit up, dragging your hands over your face. “Why did I do that..” you mumble to yourself, already feeling your thoughts start to spiral.
You push yourself out of bed before you can get too deep into it, quickly getting ready and texting Tara asking to go get coffee immediately, and she answers basically right away saying on her way to get you, and that alone settles you just a little.
Not long after, you’re both sitting in her car with iced coffees, parked in a random lot. The windows are cracked slightly, the air cool, but your hands are warm around your cup. You haven’t even taken a sip.
Tara turns toward you, already studying your face like she knows something’s off. “Okay. What happened?” she asks.
You exhale slowly, staring down at your drink. “Something almost happened with Chris.” Her eyes widen immediately. “What do you mean almost?”
You shake your head, letting out a breath as you explain everything: The date, how uncomfortable it got, Chris waiting outside the entire time, the drive home, and then the door. “We were so close,” you say quietly. “Like we both leaned in. And I just pulled away.”
Tara just stares at you. “You almost kissed Chris.” You groan, dropping your head back against the seat. “I know.”
“And you pulled away?” she says, almost in disbelief. “I panicked,” you sit up quickly, running a hand through your hair. “I didn’t know what to do, Tara.”
She leans back slightly, watching you carefully. “Okay but how did it feel?” You pause, your fingers tightening around your cup. “It felt right,” you admit softly. “Like really right. And that’s what’s messing with my head. I didn’t realize until I closed the door that it felt right.”
Tara’s expression softens, like she’s been waiting for you to say that. “Why is that a bad thing?” she asks gently. “Because he’s Chris,” you say immediately. “He’s my best friend.”
“And?” she pushes. You shake your head, frustrated. “I don’t know. I’ve just never thought about him like that. I knew I liked him, just didn’t wanna ruin anything, but since last night I feel like it changed, I don’t know.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Really?”
You hesitate before answering quieter, “yeah..”
Tara shifts in her seat, turning more toward you. “Do you think you could ever fall in love with Chris?” Your heart stutters, your mind immediately pulling memories. Him picking you up without hesitation. The way he always answers your calls. The way he notices when something’s wrong before you even say anything. “I don’t know,” you whisper.
“Have you ever thought he could be the one?” she asks, and that one hits deeper. You swallow, staring out the windshield. “I mean he’s just so different.” You pause, then keep going, almost like you can’t stop now. “He’s so soft with me. He’s patient. He listens to everything I say, even when I’m being dramatic or overthinking. He never makes me feel stupid for it. He remembers things I don’t even think matter, like my coffee order or when I’m having a bad day before I even say anything. And last night..” you shake your head, your voice getting quieter, “he just sat there. The whole time. In the parking lot. Didn’t complain once that he was wasting time or anything. He stayed there just in case I needed him, just to protect me.”
Tara’s expression softens even more.
“He didn’t judge me,” you continue. “He didn’t make me feel dumb for going back. He just took care of me. Like he always does.” You let out a shaky breath, your eyes starting to gloss over. “I never have to worry when he’s around. I just know I’m safe. I know I’m protected. I don’t have to think twice about anything.”
Tara gives you a small, knowing smile. “Yeah. Because that’s what it’s supposed to feel like.” You look over at her as she continues, “You deserve that. You deserve someone who makes you feel safe, and cared for, and actually listens to you.” She tilts her head slightly. “And I see the way he looks at you.”
Your stomach flips. “What?” you ask quietly. “Chris looks at you like you’re the prettiest girl in every room,” she says simply. “Like he’s proud of you. Like he can’t believe you’re even real.”
Your chest tightens at that, and she adds, “I’ve seen it for a while. You just never wanted to.” You look down at your hands, your voice softer now. “I know hes in love with me.”
Tara nods like that confirms everything. “And I think” you pause, your voice cracking slightly, “I think I might be starting to feel it too.”
The car goes quiet for a second before you rush out, “But I’m scared. Like really scared.”
“Why?” she asks gently. “Because what if I mess it up?” you say, your voice shaking now. “What if I fall harder for him and something goes wrong and I lose him completely? I can’t lose him, Tara.”
She reaches over, resting her hand on your arm. “And what if you don’t?” she says softly. “What if this is the one time you don’t mess it up?” You shake your head slightly, overwhelmed. “I don’t even know how to talk to him about this. Like what do I even say? ‘Hey, we almost kissed, what’s that about’” You let out a weak laugh through your tears. Tara smiles gently. “You don’t have to make it a big thing.”
You sniffle, wiping your eyes. “Then what do I do?”
She shrugs lightly. “Go see him.”
You blink. “What?”
“Go see him,” she repeats. “Hang out like you normally would. Don’t force anything. Don’t overthink it. Just see what happens.”
You hesitate, staring down at your coffee again. “What if he brings it up?” you ask. “Then you talk about it,” she says simply. “And if he doesn’t?”
Tara smiles a little. “Then maybe you will.”
You sit there for a second, letting everything settle, your heart still racing but something feeling just a little clearer now. “Okay,” you say quietly. You pick up your phone again. Still no text from him. Your stomach flips, but this time you don’t ignore it, because now you know what you need to do. You just have to be brave enough to do it.
————
Chris’s POV:
Chris wakes up before everyone else, but he doesn’t move right away. He just lays there staring at the ceiling, one arm tucked behind his head, the other resting on his chest, his mind already replaying the same moment on a loop. Your door. The way you looked at him. How close you were. How you both leaned in like it was actually going to happen. And then you pulled away. He exhales slowly, dragging a hand down his face. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his voice rough with sleep and frustration.
He sits up, running both hands through his hair, trying to shake it off, but it’s stuck. He can still feel how close you were, how easy it would’ve been to just close the distance. Part of him wishes he had. The other part knows exactly why he didn’t. You had just gone through all that. You were upset, shaken, vulnerable. The last thing he ever wants is to make you feel pressured or take advantage of a moment like that. Still, it was right there. And now he has no idea what it meant to you.
He ends up downstairs not long after, but he’s not doing anything useful. He’s pacing more than anything, opening the fridge, closing it, grabbing a glass, setting it down, running his hands through his hair again like he’s trying to physically push the thoughts out of his head. Matt notices almost immediately when he walks in, grabbing something from the fridge before leaning against the counter and watching him.
“You good?” Matt asks casually, but there’s a knowing look behind it. Chris shrugs without even looking at him. “Yeah.” Matt lets out a quiet laugh. “You’ve walked back and forth like ten times.” Chris exhales, shaking his head slightly before finally saying it. “I almost kissed her last night.” That gets Matt’s full attention. “What?”
Chris finally looks at him, jaw tight. “We were at her door. She was thanking me for being there, and then we just stood there. And we both leaned in.” Matt raises his eyebrows. “And?”
Chris huffs out a breath. “She pulled away.” There’s a pause. “And you didn’t say anything?”
Chris lets out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. “What was I supposed to say, Matt? ‘Hey, why didn’t you kiss me?’”
Matt studies him for a second, then asks, “Okay but what did it feel like?” Chris doesn’t even hesitate. “Like I was about to ruin everything.”
Matt frowns slightly. “Or like you were about to finally do something about it?” Chris shakes his head immediately, his voice firmer now. “No. Because if I’m wrong, if I read it wrong, or if she didn’t actually mean it, then I just ruin everything. She’s my best friend, Matt.” His voice drops a little, more honest now. “I can’t lose her.”
Matt crosses his arms, leaning back against the counter. “You’re already losing your mind watching her date these guys.”
Chris exhales sharply, looking away. “Yeah, because it sucks,” he mutters. “It sucks watching her get treated like shit over and over again when I know I could treat her right.” His jaw tightens. “Like last night sitting in that parking lot, knowing exactly how it was gonna go. Knowing I was gonna have to pick her up again.” He shakes his head, frustrated. “And she still went back.”
Matt sighs quietly. “She doesn’t see it yet.”
Chris lets out a short, bitter laugh. “Yeah. No shit.”
There’s a pause before Chris speaks again, quieter this time. “I’m so in love with her, it’s actually stupid.”
Matt doesn’t even look surprised. “Then why are you acting like this?”
Chris runs a hand through his hair again, pacing a little. “Because I don’t know how to bring it up now. Like what do I even say? ‘Hey, we almost kissed, do you wanna talk about it?’” He shakes his head. “What if she didn’t even think it was anything? What if I bring it up and she just shuts it down?” His voice tightens. “I can’t just hear that and be fine. I can’t just go back to normal after that.” He stops pacing, leaning back against the counter, staring at the floor. “And if I push it, if I say something at the wrong time, I risk losing her completely. And I can’t.. I can’t lose her.”
Matt watches him for a second before pushing off the counter slightly. “You’re scared of ruining the friendship,” he says.
Chris nods immediately. “Yeah. Obviously.”
Matt shrugs. “But you’re already miserable like this.”
Chris doesn’t argue, because it’s true. Matt continues, “You don’t have to confess everything all at once, but you can’t just ignore what happened. Just talk to her. See where she’s at.” Chris exhales slowly, his mind still racing. “And if she pulls away again?” he asks quietly. Matt shrugs. “Then at least you know.” There’s a long pause before Matt adds, more serious now, “Or she doesn’t. And you’ve been holding yourself back for no reason.”
Chris swallows, staring ahead, the weight of it all settling in his chest. “I just wish I knew what that moment meant to her,” he says.
Matt raises an eyebrow. “Then go find out.” Chris shakes his head slightly, but there’s less resistance now.
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