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capricornluna-deactivated201810

this blog hates donald trump

pearlmarley

Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁

jjenfrxs

I need this man to pound me raw

mattsturnioloslazyeye

seeing nick and chris be so supportive of their brother actually brings me to tears, they really love each other so much

heartsonlyforchris

im fucking sobbing they’re so cute.😭❤️‍🩹

mattsturnioloslazyeye

seeing nick and chris be so supportive of their brother actually brings me to tears, they really love each other so much

chrattvibe

Matt definitely has pictures in his camera roll with his pants and waistband sitting way too low, just barely showing the start of his V-line and his hips... and the fact that WE'RE NEVER GONNA SEE THEM makes me wanna kms

just some thoughts

2muchofaslvt

chill the FUCK out, im easssyy😩😫

sturniolotwins

such a slut

dazedsugar-sturnz

I'm actually cumming left and right

mattsturnioloslazyeye

the difference is panty dropping

pepsipoet

Me when the triplets breathe 🫪

shessogone

i’m never not thinking of when chris got that book that said how to live with a small penis and he just laughed and said thank you. like oh okay so it’s fucking HUGE. he’s hung and he knows it and i NEED HIM TO FUCK MEMEMEMEEEEE

pepsipoet

It’s massive for sure 🫪

sweetnsturns

"he never treated you right."

✧ brothers best friend, unprotected sex (creampie), fingering, clit stimulation, sex after a breakup, light choking, breast play/nipple sucking, hickeys/marking, softdom!chris,

✧ summary: your brother leaves you alone with chris after your breakup. one comforting cuddle on the couch turns into his hands under your hoodie and him proving exactly how much he hated your ex's guts

✧ word count: 1.9k

✧ authors note: tysm for all the love on my last post! i really love writing these, so now that classes are out i can lock in.. also if you wanna get tagged whenever i post plss lmk!

your brother had left twenty minutes ago.

which normally would’ve been fine.

except he’d left you alone with chris after you’d spent the last hour trying not to cry in front of everybody.

worst part?

chris definitely noticed.

“you want me to leave too?” he asked from the kitchen doorway after the house finally went quiet.

you were curled up in the corner of the couch wearing one of your soft and way too oversized hoodies, staring at the movie menu screen that had been looping for the past ten minutes.

“don’t care.”

“that sounded convincing.”

you rolled your eyes weakly. “shut up.”

he huffed out a laugh under his breath and disappeared into the kitchen again. a few seconds later you heard cabinets opening.

then, “you ate all the good snacks.”

“i’m grieving.”

“over a guy who wore skinny jeans.”

you finally snorted a little despite yourself.

“you’re an asshole.”

“yeah but i’m a funny asshole.”

chris came back into the living room holding two water bottles and a bag of stale chips he’d apparently found buried in the pantry.

his gray hoodie sleeves were shoved up to his elbows, dark curls messy from running his hands through them all night. annoyingly attractive for somebody currently insulting your failed relationship.

he dropped onto the couch beside you like he lived there.

which, honestly, he basically did.

“so,” he said, opening the chips. “how bad was it?”

you groaned immediately. “can we not.”

“he cheated?”

“no.”

“okay good. because then i’d have to kill him and i’m too young to go to jail.”

“he just…” you sighed, pulling your knees closer to your chest. “i don’t know. he said i was too much work lately.”

chris went quiet beside you.

strangely quiet.

you kept staring ahead at the tv, pretending you didn’t suddenly feel embarrassed for admitting it out loud.

“that’s stupid,” he said finally.

you shrugged. “apparently not.”

“no, literally. that’s the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard.”

“chris-”

“i’m serious.”

there was something in his tone that made you glance over.

he was already looking at you.

not teasing this time. not joking.

just looking genuinely irritated on your behalf.

“you spent two years dating a guy who couldn’t handle you needing reassurance sometimes?” he asked. “that sounds like a him problem.”

your stomach flipped a little annoyingly.

probably because chris had always been like this with you. protective in a way that blurred lines sometimes. too much eye contact. too much touching. too comfortable.

your brother used to joke that chris liked you.

you used to laugh it off.

now you weren’t feeling quite as confident about it.

“you don’t have to make me feel better,” you mumbled.

“i’m not saying this to make you feel better. i mean it.”

the room got quieter after that.

just the low sound of the tv and rain tapping lightly against the windows.

you pulled the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands. “i think the worst part is knowing i’m gonna miss him anyway.”

chris leaned back against the couch slowly, eyes still on you.

“missing someone doesn’t always mean they were good for you.”

your heart did an annoying little thing at that.

“when did you get wise?”

“don’t sound so shocked.”

you laughed softly, shaking your head.

and chris smiled immediately when he got the sound out of you. small and satisfied.

then, because he was incapable of leaving anything alone, he reached over and nudged your leg with his hand.

“c’mere.”

“why.” you turned to look at him, realizing how much closer he had gotten to you.

“because you look sad.”

“i am sad.”

“exactly.”

you stared at him for a second before finally giving in, letting him pull you sideways against him.

his arm wrapped around you easily, warm and heavy across your shoulders while your head rested against his chest.

it should not have felt as good as it did.

especially when his hand started rubbing slowly up and down your arm absentmindedly.

especially when you realized how fast your heartbeat picked up from literally just that.

“better?” he asked quietly.

“a little.”

“good.”

you tilted your head back slightly to look at him.

big mistake.

because chris was already looking down at you, close enough now that you could see the tiny scar near his lip, the freckles that dotted across his face, the way his attention dropped to your mouth for half a second before coming back up.

the air shifted.

you felt it instantly.

so did he.

his hand slowed against your arm.

“you know,” he said quietly, his voice rumbling in the quiet room, “i never liked him for you.”

your breath caught a little. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

“why.”

chris stared at you for a second too long.

then his thumb brushed lightly against your sleeve near your wrist.

“because he never treated you right.”

his thumb kept stroking your wrist, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing the shape of your bones.

you could feel his heartbeat against your ear, steady and strong, and it was doing stupid things to your own.

"chris," you started, meaning to push him away, to put some space between you because this was getting dangerous.

"yeah?"

"i should-" you didn't finish. because he shifted, just a little, and suddenly his thigh was pressed right between yours, and you could feel the heat of him through two layers of sweatpants.

"should what?" his voice was lower now, rougher. his other hand came up to tilt your chin, making you look at him again.

his eyes searched yours, and whatever he was looking for, he must have found it, because he leaned in and kissed you.

it wasn't soft. it was hungry, a little desperate, like he'd been waiting too long. his mouth moved against yours, parting your lips with his tongue, and you melted into it, into him.

your hand came up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, and he groaned, low in his throat, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap.

his mouth was on your neck then, hot and wet, sucking a mark just below your jaw that you knew would bruise over soon enough.

you tilted your head to give him better access, your fingers tightening in his hair. his hands were under your hoodie then, warm and rough against your skin, pushing it up until you had to break apart to pull it over your head.

it landed somewhere on the floor. you didn't care. because chris was looking at you with his eyes dark and hungry, and then he was kissing you again, deeper this time, one hand sliding up to cup your breast through your bra.

"chris," you gasped against his mouth, arching into his touch.

"god, say my name like that again," he breathed, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it pebbled under the fabric.

he stood up suddenly, pulling you with him, and then he was lifting you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you toward your bedroom like you weighed nothing.

he kicked the door shut behind him and then you were on your bed, bouncing slightly as he settled over you, his knees nudging yours apart.

"gonna make you forget him," he promised, his voice low and sure as he kissed his way down your chest. "gonna fuck you till you forget his name."

he made good on his promise, his mouth everywhere at once, hot and demanding.

he unhooked your bra with one hand, his mouth closing over your nipple as soon as it was free, sucking and flicking until you were writhing beneath him, soft, needy sounds escaping your throat.

"chris, please," you whimpered, your hips rolling up to meet his.

"please what?" he lifted his head, his eyes dark and intense. "tell me what you want."

"you," you breathed. "i want you."

he cursed under his breath, his hands moving to the waistband of your pants, tugging them down along with your underwear in one smooth motion.

his fingers curled inside you until you saw stars. it was too much and not enough, and you were chanting his name like a prayer, your fingers tangled in your sheets.

"that's it," he mumbled against your lips. "come for me. wanna feel you come on my fingers like the good girl you are."

you did, hard and fast, your body shaking with the force of it. he worked you through it, his breath hot and heavy on your mouth.

he was still fully dressed, and the contrast was making you crazy. you pushed at his hoodie, and he got the message, pulling it over his head.

his chest was smooth and defined, a light trail of hair disappearing into his jeans. you traced it with your fingers, and he shivered, his eyes fluttering closed.

"like what you see?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"shut up," you mumbled, but you were grinning.

he laughed, low and husky, and then he was kissing you again, his hands fumbling with his belt. you helped, your fingers shaking as you undid the button and zipper, pushing his jeans down his hips. he kicked them off, and then he was back over you, naked and hard and perfect.

"you sure?" he asked, his voice serious now.

"i've never been more sure of anything," you breathed, and then he was pushing inside you, slow and steady, and you both gasped at the feeling.

he filled you completely, stretching you in the best way, and for a moment you just stayed like that, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air.

"fuck," you whispered, and seeing that as encouragement, he pulled back, snapping his hips forward. you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he set a punishing pace, his mouth finding yours again in a messy, desperate kiss.

"you feel so good," he panted against your mouth. "so tight. fuck, i'm not gonna last."

"don't care," you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "just don't stop."

he didn't. his hips snapped faster, harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

his mouth found yours again, swallowing your moans as he fucked you deeper, hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl.

"such a good girl," he praised, his hand sliding up to wrap around your throat, not tight, just enough to pin you there, to make you feel every inch of him while his thumb pressed gently against your fluttering pulse. "taking my cock so well."

"there," you cried out. "chris, right there-"

"i know," he gritted through clenched teeth, as his hand was sliding between your bodies to rub your clit.

you could feel your orgasm building, holding his biceps like they were anchoring you down. "chris," you whimpered, "i'm close."

"come for me," he commanded, his lips finding yours. "come for me, baby."

you did, your body clamping down around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. he followed you over the edge with a hoarse cry of your name, his hips stuttering as he filled you.

he collapsed on top of you, heavy and sweaty and perfect, his face buried in your neck. you could feel his heart hammering against your chest, slowly evening out.

he rolled off you then, pulling you into his arms, your head resting on his chest. you listened to his heartbeat, steady and strong, and felt a sense of peace settle over you.

he was quiet for a long moment, his fingers tracing circles on your hip. finally, he spoke, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "so... did it work?"

you tilted your head to look at him, a lazy smile on your face. "what?"

"this," he said, his hand gesturing vaguely between you. "did you forget his name?"

you let out a soft laugh, poking him in the chest. "don't get ahead of yourself. one good fuck doesn't make you a memory eraser."

he grinned, catching your finger and bringing it to his lips. "oh, i'm not just 'good,' baby. and by the time i'm done with you, you won't even remember he existed."

"that's a bold claim," you challenged, your eyes sparkling.

"yeah, well," he murmured, rolling to cover your body with his. "i'm a very motivated man."