i'm also a relatively "new" fan, but i'm so glad i found sturnioloblr 'cause the fandom police on tiktok was getting on my nerves lol
i will be writing fics for the triplets, mostly focused on matt and chris 'cause i'm horny for them 🩵
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okay i know i said chratt fic next but i haven't written for just matt and i needed to change that-
“Please, please don’t leave. We can make this work, just please-”
That’s what Matt had said to you when you’d told him you were going back to your hometown to get away from the mess your life in L.A. had become.
Looking back, he should’ve known things might turn out this way, but he’d become so comfortable and relaxed over the years that even his usually over anxious brain hadn’t anticipated how everything would have unfolded.
here me out a smut about chris to bathroom by montell fish, or matt angst based on baby came home 2/ valentine by the neighborhood
ur not going to believe this anon,, but ive literally had smut to bathroom by montell fish in my drafts...i write to music a LOT so its not the only song (i have a chase atlantic song i want to write to at some point)
guys...lowkey ive decided i will only post more if this latest post actually does well. i am fueled by validation i'll admit it lmaoo
but also because it takes A LOT for me to write, and dont get me wrong i enjoy it a lot but when i get into writing i tend to neglect everything else in my life so yea
Chris Sturniolo was bad news. You knew it, every girl within a 100 mile radius knew it. Your own brother had warned you to stay away from him, despite being his best friend. That didn’t stop you from wanting him though.
pairing: chris x reader
pt.3 summary: you've always been a shit liar. you can't keep pretending you're not...
warnings: ABSOLUTE FILTH, very very plot heavy, rough sex, oral, choking, over-stimulation, mild bdsm, p in v, DADDY KINK, slight age gap, angst with a happy ending!
word count: 6.9K (lmao i think this is going to be a thing)
author's note: it's here. it's finally over (not really but yes). im so so sorry for the wait, but hopefully it was worth it. pls pls PLS tell me what u think
Everything felt normal. You woke up expecting things to have changed, to feel different, but last night’s events had yet to settle in your mind, yet to be processed.
The date with Ray had gone pretty well, albeit there being more instances of you zoning out and him having to snap you out of it, wondering if you weren’t feeling well. It had been easy enough to assure him that you were fine, just tired, and him, being the great boyfriend he was, had just kept doting on you and even offered to cut the date short to just have a quiet night in.
You didn’t want that. Quiet night in would have meant confronting what had happened, and you absolutely did not want that.
Instead, you’d let yourself be pulled into a tipsy haze, losing yourself in the presence of good company, good food, and good alcohol.
Which meant, by the time you’d been dropped back home, you’d had just enough energy to wash up and fall quickly into deep, dreamless sleep.
So when you wake up, limbs sore and your head pounding from the slight hangover, Chris is far from your mind. You don’t think about what he said last night, you don’t think about how he’d felt when he’d been so close to you again, how he’d smelt, how warm his head had felt against your shoulder.
You don’t think about any of it.
You eventually make your way downstairs, greeting your parents on the way, before pausing in front of the kitchen.
Thinking about you…
Couldn’t — without thinking about you…
You stare into the kitchen, last nights events solidifying in your mind slowly, and for the first time in a while, you find yourself getting angry, properly angry and upset, because how dare Chris come back and just do whatever he likes with no regard for you or your current relationship?
“Hey,” your brother’s voice sounds from behind you, making you jump. “If you’re not actually getting anything from the kitchen, move. You’re in the way.”
Dazed, you watch as he grabs the Pepsi can that was still on the counter from when Chris left it out, anger and something close to sadness swirling inside you. You turn to walk away, when your brother calls out for you.
“What were you talking about last night? You and Chris?”
Fuck.
“What’re you talking about?” you ask, back still turned towards your brother. You know your face would give you away right now.
“I’m not stupid, ya know? Y’all were in here long. I didn’t think you and him would have much to talk about, so I was wondering what was holding you and him up.”
Your brother walks past you and pauses a few steps ahead of you.
“Like I said, you’ve always been a shit liar, kid,” he says eventually, looking back at you with a slight frown. “Didn’t say anything because I figured whatever it was y’all had going on would eventually stop, and it did. It’s best if it stayed that way, yeah?”
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Turns out, your brother had known for a while. And in the fear of pushing you further into Chris’ arms by opposing too hard against the idea of you and him being ‘together’, he’d just stayed out of it, in hopes that you would come to your senses and end it.
If only he knew…
Confronted by the results of all your actions leading up to now, you retreat back to your room, angry and most of all, ashamed. And as if he can sense your inner turmoil through the air waves, Chris himself calls you.
The sense of shame deepens when you pick up right away.
“What do you want Chris?” you ask, and the anger must have been evident in your voice, because Chris stays silent for a while before he responds.
“I missed you.”
“No, no- you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to leave me here and fuck off to L.A., and ruin everything I have got going on now by coming back and saying that shit,” you whisper-yell into your phone. “We were doing fine! I could almost pretend like we were just friends, and then you go and pull that shit last night- I have a fucking boyfriend, Chris!”
“All I said was I missed you baby,” he says, and you can almost hear the pout in his voice.
“No, stop that. Don’t fucking call me that.”
“You’re telling me you didn’t think of me the whole time I was away?”
You clench your fist, biting hard into your bottom lip to keep yourself from...from doing what exactly? Agreeing with him? Screaming?
"Why didn't you mention him? In any of the texts you'd sent. You never once said, 'Hey Chris, I've got a fucking boyfriend now, by the way!'"
He's yelling, and you can only hope he's not with other people, because the last thing either of you needs is for any part of this conversation being picked up and posted online to be speculated over.
What he says further angers you though, because a part of you knows what this looks like, knows that you probably should have mentioned it at some point, but-
"Oh, that's rich coming from you! Did you tell me about all the girls you were seeing, or oh, excuse me, fucking, back in L.A.?" and now you're yelling right back, because fuck it, fuck all of it.
"None of them were serious, you know that."
"Right, of course."
"You're serious with this guy though, so it's-"
"Respectfully, Chris, I don't need to tell you anything. Just because we've been texting since you left does not make us BFFs or anything, you're still just my brother's friend who I slept with a couple of times, and that's it," you bite out, regretting your words immediately after, because they were unnecessarily cruel, and you didn't even mean any of it.
You think Chris is going to get upset, maybe even hang up on you but he laughs instead, and it's one of those full belly laughs that shocks your system.
"Oh, I needed that," Chris says between wheezes and gasps, and you can almost picture him rubbing at his eyes with a wide grin. "You're so funny."
What the fuck?
"I wasn't trying to be?"
"I know, I know," Chris says with a small chuckle, and fuck if his voice and his laughter doesn't warm your heart, makes you want to keep doing whatever it is you're doing to keep getting that sound out of him.
You need to get a fucking grip.
"You forget we were both involved in that little arrangement, and I like to think I’ve gotten to know you more than most people. You can't lie to save your life," he says eventually.
"Why do people keep saying I can't lie, fuck-"
"Who else has been telling you?
“My stupid brother…” you mumble. “He knows, by the way. Can’t believe he didn’t raise hell over it.”
“Oh he did,” Chris says flippantly. “Anyway, can we meet soon? I miss you. Talking through the phone isn’t the same, you know.”
“Um, excuse me, back up, what do you mean, he did?”
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“You punched Chris? Two weeks before he left for L.A., you fucking punched him in the face?”
“Okay, calm down-” your brother tries to say, palms up and out to try and shield himself from your hands smacking his shoulders.
“You fucking punched him,and that’s why he didn’t show up,” you yell, and you know you’re being irrationally angry over something that happened a while ago, but no one should be surprised at how you revert back to being childish with your stupid older brother.
After you’d abruptly hung up on Chris, you’d stomped over to your brother, who was sprawled over the couch watching something on his phone, and without a second thought, you’d grabbed it and chucked it onto the couch before interrogating him on exactly what Chris had meant.
“Look- fuck, would you stop that-” your brother huffs, grabbing onto your hands to stop you from hitting him further, or scratching his stupid face off. “Jeez, okay, can you let me fucking speak?”
“Let me go.”
“Yeah, no, not until you calm down and promise you’re not going to take my eyes out with your damn talons,” he says, motioning to your long acrylics. The acrylics that Ray had paid for. And that reminder makes all the fight leave your body, because what the fuck were you doing, getting upset at how your brother had possibly impeded Chris from seeing you, how maybe, maybe things might have been different if it weren’t for those two weeks when you thought Chris had abandoned you.
“Oh shit-” your brother hisses, as you go limp in his hold, and he follows you down, making sure you don’t just flop onto the ground.
“What’s wrong with me?” you ask to no one in particular, your eyes stinging as tears threaten to spill over. “None of this matters anymore, I should be focusing on what I have with Ray, but I just…”
Your brother stays silent, one hand idly rubbing your shoulder as he looks off into the distance.
“I saw Chris in your room that one night,” he says, after a long moment of silence. “It was clear what had happened before, and there he was just sleeping in your bed with you, shirtless, and I was mad. I remember just pulling him off of you and shoving him out the house, while trying to make sure you didn’t wake up.”
“I didn’t go over to him after with the intention of punching him,” your brother says as he squeezes his eyes shut, the hand on your shoulder dropping to hold your hand. “He was just, so fucking annoying about it. Acting like he didn’t give a shit about any of it, about you, and oh, I knew it was a fucking act. Kid thinks he’s got everyone fooled, but not me, not his brothers. I was just mad that after all that, he still didn’t seem to have the balls to just admit to himself that he…”
You look up at your brother, eyes wide as the knot in your throat grows larger, tears now freely streaming down your face.
“If you’re saying what I think you’re saying…”
“Look, I didn’t want to tell you any of this, you’re doing so well now, and you deserve better than a guy who can barely comprehend his own emotions-”
“You don’t get to decide for me,” you whisper, squeezing his hand in yours.
“I- fuck, okay, I know that, but…I didn’t want you to get hurt. And he was hurting you.”
The two of you stay sitting on the floor, hand in hand, in complete silence, until your parents eventually come back from work and joke about how the two of your were probably back to your old shenanigans, and it makes you smile as you lean your head against your brother’s shoulder, because he’s always been there for you, and he’s always just looking out for you, even if he sometimes goes about it the wrong way.
Later that night, after dinner, you walk into your brother’s old room, and find him laying in his old bed. A song you don’t recognize plays through the speakers on his nightstand.
You stand in the doorway for a while, trying to find the right words to tell him how you feel.
“You going to come in, or just stand there like a creep?” your brother asks, hand patting the empty space next to him.
You chuckle, making your way to him, before sitting on his bed cross-legged, not before poking him with your toes.
“What song is that?” you ask, something about it making you feel oddly emotional.
“Weird Sisters. That’s what it’s called, but it’s funny ‘cause they don’t mention you in it, like, at all.”
“Ha ha,” you reply with an eye roll, poking your brother in the ribs as he laughs.
“I have something to say,” you mumble, eyes fixed on a loose thread in your brother’s sheets. Your fingers pick at it, almost pulling it taut.
“Uh-oh, okay…let’s hear it.”
“Look, I- this is all so weird for me. It has been weird, since the beginning. I got into something that was confusing as fuck, and I didn’t have anyone I could talk about it with, not without judgement or, I don’t know, concern? I knew what I was getting into though, despite the confusion. You warned me against it, but I made a decision to be with Chris. Did it hurt, being with him? Yes, but it wasn’t him that hurt me, you know?”
Your brother sighs just then, and you can tell he’s about to disagree with you, say something to interrupt, but you push through.
“No, listen. He didn’t hurt me, not intentionally. I always knew what he was like, and a part of me started hoping for something different, maybe because, towards the end, it did feel different. He made me feel like I was different, special. And, from everything you said earlier, it seemed like he was going to tell me something important, before he ghosted me. Before he left. But none of it matters now, I guess. I’m with Ray, and it sucks ‘cause everything was fine but now I can’t help but think back to my time with Chris. Feels like I’m being pulled in two directions.”
“I’m sorry…,” your brother says, one of his arms going up to cover his face. “I was just trying to-”
You wait for him to finish, but he just stays silent, arm still covering his face.
“Are you…are you crying?”
“What? No!”
“Oh. My. God. You totally are!”
“Shut up,” your brother mumbles through sniffles, furiously rubbing at his face.
You laugh, your hands reaching out to pat him on the head, all the while cooing at how much of a big baby he was being.
“Why are you crying over my weird love life, oh my god.”
“I’m not crying,” your brother protests. “It’s just. You sounded really sad just then, okay?”
“Yeah, well…”
“So, what’re you going to do now? About all this?”
“I don’t know yet, but for now, how about we go out for a drive? Like we used to?”
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Ray notices the weird shift in you, of course he does.
He doesn’t comment on it, of course he doesn’t.
Chris calls you at odd hours of the day, of course he does.
He doesn’t bring up Ray, or the conversation from before, of course he doesn’t.
You feel like a coiled spring, wound up tight, tension seeping into your bones with each passing moment, feeling just about ready to snap.
Two men, both infuriating in their own way, one who was the picture of stability but seemed to be getting more closed off as the days went by, the other, a blast from the past, who might have more to offer now than he did before.
A decision had to be made, that much you knew, and this time you wanted to make sure it was a decision made by you, and not for you.
> we need to talk
> Oh no. What’s wrong?
> nothing’s wrong, but it won’t be a fun conversation.
> wanted to give you a heads up so u dont feel like ur bein ambused
> Okay. When and where?
You’d send that text to Ray a few nights ago, and since then, the two of you had decided to have this conversation at the end of the week, after class for you, and work for him.
“So…,” Ray starts, as he pours wine into both your glasses, before taking a seat across you.
You’re at his place, seated at his dining table with your chin rested on your palm as you admire the flashing lights outside his window.
You look up at Ray, hands coming up to rest on the table, palms up, and he takes the invitation to slide his hands over yours.
“There’s something I have to tell you. I want you to listen till the very end, please.”
He nods at you to go on, and so you tell him. All about your past with Chris, leaving out details he didn’t need to know about, but making sure to get your point across.
You had fallen in love with a man you couldn’t have, and it had broken you for a bit. You fell in love with a new man, and it healed you, but old feelings linger, and you’re scared, upset, and confused.
You’re crying by the end of it, and Ray also looks visibly upset.
“Are we breaking up?” he asks, his hands going slack in your hold, and it terrifies you, the possibility of not having Ray anymore, so you squeeze his hands in yours.
“I don’t know, Ray. I don’t know what to do.”
“We can make this work, if you get over him. And that will take time, I know, but I’m willing to wait.”
That makes your head snap up, your eyes finding his in the dim light.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, and you hesitate.
Is it what you want?
“You don’t have to rush with this, take your time to think about it,” Ray says softly, his thumbs moving to caress your knuckles. “But, I will say this, I can’t be with someone who has feelings for someone else. So, maybe we should spend some time apart, while you decide.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah…”
And that’s how you found yourself back home, slightly tipsy from the wine that you’d chugged on, even after Ray had tried to hold you back from going for more, but you needed the drinks to dull your senses, even if it was for just a little bit.
You and Ray still talked after the conversation, but things were different now. He’d been respectful, mature and all the good things that he was, but maybe you were hoping he would’ve put up some kind of fight to be with you. Been more open with how he felt about this situation, how he felt about you liking someone else.
You wished he’d told you that he’d loved you. He hadn’t.
A decision had to be made, that much you knew, and it was getting clearer now.
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You’d been ignoring Chris for some time, while you were trying to make your decision. He hadn’t stopped calling, hadn’t stopped showing up outside your window, but you’d exercised more self control than you had in years and turned him away each time.
“I need to think, Chris. I can’t do that with you around,” you’d said, after picking up his millionth late night call.
“How much longer? How much longer do I have to wait before you let me in?” he’d asked, sounding exasperated. You can almost picture him pacing around with his hand running through his hair, frustration making him clench his jaw.
“Hold on, I need to savor this moment. Chris Sturniolo being desperate for a change.”
He chuckles, and the sound sends a shiver down your spine, and an old familiar feeling of excitement settles somewhere deep inside you.
“I thought it was obvious by now, sweetheart. Always been kind of desperate for you,” he’d said, and the words had left you breathless.
You’d made some quick excuse to hang up the phone, and Chris’ laugh was the last thing you heard before your fingers dipped into your underwear and lazily stroked through your wet folds, the words replaying in your mind, over and over.
You’d made yourself cum over and over that night, all to the thought of Chris, desperate for you, as images from years ago flashed behind your closed eyelids.
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The shame had set in eventually, and you’d decided that maybe the best thing to do for now would be to focus on neither man, and yourself.
You told them both as much.
Ray had taken it in stride, of course he had.
“It’s good that you’re focusing on yourself,” he’d said. “I’ll be here if you need me, but yes, I just want the best for you, and if that means focusing on yourself, then do that.”
Chris had been annoying about it, of course he had.
“Hold on- hold on, you have lingering feelings for me?” he’d said, baffled. “And you talked to your boyfriend, but not me, and now he’s not your boyfriend, but you want to focus on yourself? I’m, confused, hold on-”
See, you hadn’t told Chris about your whole internal dilemma, because honestly, you didn’t think he was ready to hear about any of it, just as you weren’t ready to deal with it.
But it had to happen at some point.
“Chris-” you sigh, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose as he continues to ramble.
“Why didn’t you tell me, the fuck- I think I should’ve known, right? You should’ve told me-”
“He’s still my boyfriend, by the way. Sort of?”
“What? Why? Break up with him, the fuck-” Chris yells, sounding so incredulous it makes you laugh.
“What do you mean? Why would I do that? It’s not like I can get with you,” you say, trying to keep your voice nonchalant. “Sure, I fell for you back then, sure I have lingering feelings, but it doesn’t matter now, does it? Not like you’re into me for more than just my body…”
And it was a bait, because if your brother was to be trusted, at some point, things had changed for Chris, and it had become more for him, but you needed to hear it from him, before you could move on. Move forward.
Chris stays silent, and you’re worried you’d pushed too soon, or maybe you were wrong, maybe he didn’t feel the way you thought he did.
Your heart pounds in your chest, and your hands are clammy now, anxiousness rolling off of you in waves.
What if you were making a mistake, throwing away something good for the mere possibility of something better? What if you were going to be abandoned? What if you’d given yourself more importance than you ever had?
“Hey, hey- breathe,” Chris says slowly, and you hear him take a slow, deep breath in, loud over the phone. “Do it with me, come on.”
You hadn’t realized it, but Chris had heard your ragged breathing over the phone, sensed your incoming panic attack, and with years of witnessing Matt’s anxiety, he’d caught on pretty quick.
“You okay, pretty girl?” he asks after you’ve calmed down. You’d scrubbed your face raw to wipe away the tears that had streamed down your face, and your eyes were puffy, so you felt far from pretty, and you tell Chris as much.
“You’re always pretty,” he whispers. “I still remember how you looked at that game you came to. You were wearing a sweater and a skirt, with some tights underneath? Your hair looked really nice…And then, later that night, remember when you rushed downstairs to grab a snack, but your brother had the whole team over? You had your headphones in, and you hadn’t heard us, but there you were, in a face mask, and a onesie. You got embarrassed ‘cause you looked silly as hell, but still pretty. Always pretty.”
“Chris…”
“This is hard for me, sweetheart, I-”
“No. No, we’re not doing this over the phone.”
“Does that mean I finally get to see you in person then?”
“Yes…”
“Thank fuck. When and where, baby? Right now? ‘Cause I can be there like, right now.”
“Oh no,” you giggle, flopping onto your bed. “I’m going to make you wait a little.”
“Yeah, no, fuck that. Get dressed, we’re going out.”
“It’s literally one a.m. right now.”
“Hasn’t stopped us before.”
“Chris, if you’re trying to see me for-”
“Nope, no, we’re just talking, I know that.”
“Okay, good. Be here in twenty?”
“Yeah, see you then, pretty girl.”
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You’d meant what you said before, about focusing on yourself, for at least a little bit, before making any decisions.
Chris gets whiny, asks you why, tells you to just tell him what you’re thinking straight up, but what you tell him shuts him up for good.
“I need to do this, Chris. I need to make sure the decision I make doesn’t hurt me in the end. I’m tired.”
“So what, you let me see you again, only to tell me we can’t see each other anymore while you’re focusing on yourself?”
“Yes, Chris,” you chuckle, shaking your head at the way he pouts.
The two of you munch of the fries you’d ordered from the diner you were now sat in, Chris’s feet tapping under the table, occasionally coming up to tap against your ankle.
“I’m going to break up with Ray,” you says around a mouthful of fries, just as Chris had taken a sip of his Pepsi, and you watch as it goes down the wrong pipe and he coughs, pounding at his own chest to get it all out.
“Fuck- sorry, should’ve waited until you had your drink,” you say with a grin, handing over a bunch of napkins to him as he huffs and puffs about his shirt now being soaked in Pepsi.
“You don’t look sorry at all,” he squints at you, lips pulled tight. “You serious? You’re going to break up with him?”
“Yeah…he’s great, like really great, especially in bed-”
“Okay, I get it-”
“-but, he was a little distant. Even before you came back.”
“I see…”
“Yeah. Anyway- I don’t see why you care so much, unless you have something to say?”
“Uh…”
“I’m giving myself a month. Before I make that decision. I broke up with Ray, sure, but only because it didn’t feel right to keep him waiting, either.”
“Right…but why does it feel like you’re waiting on me though? Or fishing for something…”
“I think, and I could be so wrong, but I think you have something to tell me, and you’re scared.”
Chris looks down at the table, throat bobbing as he swallows around nothing.
“You know what I want, what I’ve always wanted, right?”
He nods, still looking down, now at his own fingers fiddling with the paper cover of the straws that had come with your drinks, and you pull it away, your hand covering his, pulling his attention back to you.
“I’m giving myself a month. I’m also giving you a month. Okay?”
“Okay,” he whispers, chewing on his lip as he looks up at you.
The two of you finish your meal in silence, and you don’t call attention to the way Chris had turned his hand over to grip yours, his hold on you tight and unrelenting throughout the entire meal. He lets go once, when you get up to wash your hands, and then he’s back to gripping it when you walk out to Matt’s car, which he can drive now (that had been a pleasant surprise).
Your hand stays in his, even with your head leaned against the window as you watch the flashing lights of the street lamps outside, as he drives and drives, and it’s silent in the car except for Chris’ soft breathing.
A decision had to be made, that much you knew, but for now, you just let yourself enjoy this quiet moment.
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Time flies by, of course it does.
You keep yourself busy, work on yourself like you said you would. You stay focused on your classes, you get a really good internship that could eventually lead to a really good job, you go out with friends.
You miss Ray, of course you do.
Breaking up with him wasn’t easy, but it was the right thing to do. Still, it hurt. He’d been good to you, just not…enough.
You miss Chris too, of course you do.
He still texts you, from time to time, but he’s respected your wishes and kept his distance. Until he makes his own decision.
You find yourself reading through all the texts you’d exchanged with him over the years. It’s funny how you hadn’t seen it sooner. How much time he’d been spending talking to you and being with you, and the whole time, you’d been worried he was spending it elsewhere.
You’d given Chris a month.
He’d come back to you in twenty seven days.
> Hey
> hi
> Busy? Can we talk?
> not busy :) what’s up
> There’s something I want to tell you.
> dinner? 8pm?
> Yeah, I’ll pick u up
> kay, see u then
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Dress fancy.
That’s the last text he’d sent a few hours before he picked you up. And you had.
A satin dress with a sweater on top, and mesh embroidered tights underneath, sort of reminiscent of the outfit he’d described back to you on the phone all those nights ago. It seemed fitting, for some reason.
Your parents and your brother are in the living room when you make your way downstairs.
“Okay, that’s a date outfit, who’s taking you out?” your father asks, looking at you from over the rim of his glasses.
“Ugh-”
“He’s going to come in and say hello, right?” your mother asks, smiling as she takes a sip from her cup of tea.
“I’m a grown adult, please stop acting like I’m going on a middle school date.”
You look over to your brother, hoping he’ll be of some help, but he just grins and pokes his tongue out, like the child that he is, so you throw your hands up in the air in defeat and pull your phone out to text Chris.
> my folks think im going out on a date and insist that whoever’s taking me out come say hi before
> Well, yeah, you are going out on a date.
> I’ll come say hi
> ????
> Pulling up in 5
> hello???
You barely have any time to compose yourself before the doorbell rings, and your mother is rushing to answer the door.
You hear the exact moment she processes things, because you hear a screech.
You rush over to the front door, only to find your mother pinching Chris’ ear.
“You- how long has this been going on, huh?”
“Uh…help?” Chris asks with a dopey smile, looking over at you.
“Mom, oh my god, let him go-”
“So, Chris is the one taking you out on a date, huh?” your father asks from behind you, arms crossed over his chest, and behind him, your brother laughs.
“I hate you guys. Mom, let him go, we’re leaving, now,” you say, pulling Chris by the arm.
The two of you make your way out the door, with your parents chuckling and making sure to let you know that you’re going to have to answer a lot of questions later. Your brother follows you out, standing in the doorway.
“Hey Chris?”
“Yeah?” Chris answers, looking back at your brother.
“If you say or do anything stupid, I swear to God-”
“You’re going to punch me, again. I know,” he says, grinning down at you. You roll your eyes, pulling him towards his car.
Your brother nods, before stepping back into the house and closing the door behind him.
You and Chris are close to the car now, but before you can step inside, he pulls himself away from you and regards you with a tilted head and a soft smile.
“You look so pretty, angel.”
Your head dips down as you try to hide the smile that breaks, but Chris has a finger holding your chin, titling your head up to make your eyes meet his.
“I’m sorry it took me this long, to do this.”
You shake your head with a smile, your hands coming up to smooth over the suit jacket he was wearing.
“Take me to dinner, and tell me everything. Okay?”
“Okay.”
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You’d given him a month, and he’d delivered in twenty seven days.
Dinner had been at a restaurant, dim-lit and in a private booth. Chris had said everything he’d been scared to say and more, and you’d both cried through some of it, laughed through the rest.
“I love you,” he’d said. “I think it happened somewhere in the middle, and you’re right, I was scared.”
“I fell for you, and I didn’t know what to do,” he’d said. “I’m so used to girls wanting me for sex, and at some point, I told myself that’s all I’d be good for anyway. I didn’t think it was for me, to want more.”
You’d sobbed at that, wishing you’d somehow seen through his act, comforted him.
Turns out, you’d both been hurting, and neither of you knew better.
You know better now, so does he.
Dinner ends, and you’re back in his car, now parked in an empty lot behind a dark store, and you and Chris exchange soft kisses in the back seat, years worth of feelings pouring out of you.
It starts out almost hesitant, but soon grows heavy, Chris’ tongue caressing yours as he pushes you to lay back on the seat.
“I’m a little impatient, sweetheart, kind of want to just have my way with you right here, right now, but only if you want it too. Please tell me you want this too.”
You look up at Chris, his face half in shadow, half lit by the solitary street lamp in the parking lot, and you’re heart feels so full. You reach up to brush your knuckles against his cheek, before pressing your palm against the warmth, and he sighs, eyes fluttering close as he leans into the touch.
“Say it again.”
His eyes shine back at yours in the dark, icy blue steadily growing darker.
“I love you.”
“Again.”
“I love you. I love you, I love you, I lo-”
You pull him down by his tie, kissing him, licking into his mouth, before pushing him back.
“I love you too,” you smile.
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It takes some time, to relearn each other’s bodies.
Chris always knows what you want though, so he fucks you exactly like he used to. Like he owns you, like he wants to hurt you. And you love him for it.
What’s different this time though, is the absence of doubt. You know he loves you, and you know you love him. You’re not just one of the girls in his roster, and he makes sure to let everyone know.
Like when you’d visited him in L.A., a few months into seeing each other, officially, and he’d taken you to some party with a bunch of pretty influencers, where he’d proceeded to show you off, before backing you into an empty room and fucked you through the mattress, his hand clamped over your mouth as he whispered obscenities into your year.
“You’re so fucking pretty, baby.”
“Can’t keep my hands off of you.”
Or that time he’d come back to Boston and surprised you at work, before driving you back to your apartment, yes, your own apartment (fucking finally), and proceeded to eat you out on the kitchen floor, before fucking you on the couch, hands wrapped around your throat, not restricting your breathing, but definitely making you feel the pressure, the only sounds in the room being your gasps and his low groans, and the wet squelch of his cock thrusting in and out of you.
“Such a good girl for me, you like that don’t you?”
“You’re mine, yeah? Tell me. Only mine. And I’m yours. Yeah, baby, I’m all yours.”
Or now, with your hands tied up against the headboard with one of his ties, another tie wrapped around your head covering your eyes, and a vibrator pressed against your clit, as you sob, beg for Chris to fuck you. And he does, of course he does, but not before he tortures you just a little bit longer, until you’re a drooling mess and barely coherent. Until you can barely mumble as he throws pushes his cock into you slowly, all while the vibrator buzzes away against your swollen clit. He cums for the first time that night with your legs scrambling against the bed, and the vibrator stimulating him through you, and you know it’s far from over.
The ties come off, and you blink against the bright lights, eyes focusing on Chris, his wild eyes intent on your shaking form.
“So fucking good for me, always.”
“Daddy…”
“Yeah baby, I know, I’m going to take care of you,” he says with a gentle smile, hands smoothing over your skin as you come down from your high.
That had been a new development. The daddy kink. Something that had taken you both by surprise. The first time you’d called him that in bed had been a pure accident, and you’d been horrified for a few seconds, until you saw how Chris had somehow gotten harder and he’d been uncontrollable after, almost scarily so. That first night you’d said it, he’d kept you up for so long and fucked you so hard, you’d had to take the day off.
“No one else gets to see you like this, not anymore.”
“Wish I could keep you here like this forever, just so I can fuck you and cum inside you over and over and over-”
“I love you so much, pretty girl. Never going to leave you again, ever.”
Suffice to say, relearning each other was going great.
Sex with Chris was still a rush, like being swept up in a storm, each moment together like a collision between two giant forces. Rough, loud, painful, and so, so satisfying. But now, it was also filled with an indescribable feeling of joy and love that comes with being emotionally connected, finally.
Chris was learning to accept the easy affection you were giving him, and you were being patient, meeting him halfway as he learned to be in an actual relationship.
Now, he’s just as much yours as you are his.
Now, you don’t have to sneak around, wait for him to come to you, because he doesn’t keep you waiting at all.
Now, you wake up beside him, giggling when he presses kisses into your shoulder and tickles your sides, before flipping you over and licking his way down to where you’re still sore, lapping up at the mess he’d left, biting at the soft flesh of your thighs.
Now, you call him after work, meet him outside, and kiss him all over his face while he laughs, and later once your home, you sink to your knees and let him fuck your throat just the way you like it.
Now, he buys you flowers and takes you out on dates, and you both laugh during bad movies, and annoy everyone around you with how in love the two of you are.
Now, he works you open on his fingers while telling you how much he loves you, and makes you tell him he’s yours, reminds you who you belong to, who he belongs to.
Now, he’s openly sincere about his feelings, and he’s still scared, of course he is, but you’re there to remind him how much this is worth, because you love him, and he loves you.
Now, you can hold his hand, and run your fingers through his hair, and he can hold you close, and kiss you before, and during and after, whenever he feels like it, because you’re his girl.
read part 1. here
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author’s note: god this took way too long to complete...thoughts?? also, i just want to say, thank you. thank you for all the love and just, aaa, i cannot comprehend the fact that so many of you STILL waited for this one. ily guys. keep an eye out for the bonus chapter, which will come out HOPEFULLY in a few months lmaoo haha
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i hate to ask, but one of the girls when?? need my bad boy chris back😔 if you have any recs for me to read in the mean time plsss i need to be fed😔😔
soon, i swear 😭 it takes me a while because i dont pre-plan my fics, especially because i want to try something interesting with this one too .
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warnings: HEAVYYY SMUT, unprotected p in v (don’t do this!), fingering, pussy eating, creampie, almost getting caught, kinda talking you through it (if i missed any lmk)
summary: your at a sleepover at the sturniolo house, it’s 3 in the morning and you can’t sleep but only chris is awake, the only triplet you rarely ever get along with. but you decide to go into his room to see if he can help you sleep. he ended up rearranging your guts instead.
chris talking = orange
reader talking = pink
matt talking = blue
your having a sleepover with nick and matt. your closest with nick and matt but you have never really gotten along with chris.
it's 3am and you can't sleep at all. you keep tossing and turning, staring at the pitch black ceiling. after a while, you decide to go into chris’s room. chris is on his pc playing fortnite with his friends. he is on a discord call with his friends, nate, james and ethan and he has his camera and mic on. he notices you walk into his room.
“sorry, i can’t sleep..”
chris rolls his eyes and sighs heavily, still not looking away from the screen.
“yeah, i gathered that much. but it's 3 in the morning. can't it wait till a decent hour?”
he glances at you briefly, annoyance clear in his expression before focusing back on the game.
a grin tugs at the corners of your mouth. surprised at his cockiness.
“i mean, if it could wait, i wouldn’t be stood here right now, so no. it can’t.”
chris groans and mutes his mic, pushing back from his desk to face you fully.
he crosses his arms over his chest, giving you a stern look.
“fine, then sit down and be quiet. i'm in the middle of a game.”
you grin and walk over to his bed, the thin fabric of your pyjama shorts riding up ever so slightly when you lift your arm up to stretch, you were so tired yet couldn’t fall asleep.
his gaze flickers down to appreciate the view, then back up to his screen. he mutters
“show off.”
under his breath and unmutes, returning to his game. he’s on a game of ‘battle royale’ on fortnite.
as he concentrates on the game, his friends' voices fill the room. nate's laughing loudly, ethan's giving detailed instructions on where to shoot, and james is complaining about lag. chris's hands dance over the keyboard, his fingers moving swiftly, his brow furrowed in focus.
you catch yourself staring at chris, the dim light of his pc showing off his sharp jawline and best features.
he glances over at you, his expression a mix of irritation and reluctant amusement.
“what? like what you see?”
his eyes linger on your scantily clad form for a moment before he forces himself to look back at the screen, his cheeks slightly flushed.
about 5 minutes later, your scrolling on tiktok and you hear everyone cheer loudly which causes you to jump slightly, ‘victory royale’ is visible on his screen, which means they had won the game.
he then turns to you, stretching his arms above his head, his shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of toned abs.
you fail at the task of not looking and your eyes travel down, then back up to his eyes.
noticing your lingering gaze, chris smirks and leans back in his chair, a cocky glint in his eye.
“y’know, s’rude to stare.”
he chuckles, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. he spins his chair to face you fully, his legs spread wide.
you chuckle, shaking your head slightly.
“yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that”
his smirk widens, and he stands up, closing the distance between you two. he leans against the edge of his desk, his body language confident and predatory.
“well, then... maybe you should come closer and get a better look.”
curiosity runs around your mind, no way your about to do this with your best friends brother. TWIN. brother.
“oh yeah?”
you say back, a seductive tone to your voice. clearly up for this challenge.
he nods, his eyes flicking down to your mouth. he licks his own, his voice dropping an octave.
he's clearly enjoying this game of cat and mouse, but there’s a hint of a challenge in his eyes, as if he expects you to back down.
“what you waitin’ for?”
you throw your phone face down onto the mattress and push yourself off of the bed lazily and begin walking towards him.
as you approach, chris straightens up, his body tense.
as you near, he reaches out, gently grabbing your hips and pulling you between his legs. his voice is low and soft, his earlier teasing tone replaced with something more serious. his body is warm to touch
he looks up at you, his eyes searching yours for something. jis fingers tighten slightly on your hips, and he leans forward, his forehead pressing against your stomach.
his breath is warm against your skin, and you can feel the vibrations of his voice as he speaks.
“y’know, i've always wondered...”
you frown slightly.
“huh?”
he tilts his head back to look up at you, his expression unreadable.
“would you have let me win our wrestling matches if you knew I was hard for you the whole entire time?”
his hand slides up to your back, pulling you closer, his other hand sliding to your ass.
“i dunno? would i have?”
you reply to him, your thighs threatening to close, the fuzzy feeling getting too intense and the heat growing harder and harder to cope with.
his pupils dilate, and his breathing hitches. he leans in closer, his voice barely a whisper.
“probably. you always did like having me wrapped around your finger.”
his hands squeeze the flesh of your ass possessively, his fingers slipping underneath the hem of your shorts.
“listen chris, if we’re really doing this, we’ve got to be quiet, matt and nick are in the other room.”
chris nods, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, his voice a low, eager whisper.
“agreed. god, you look so good right now”
his large hands squeeze your backside appreciatively, his fingers sliding further under your shorts.
his name slips out of your mouth in a breathy moan.
“shh.”
he silences you with a finger to your lips, his other hand reaching behind you to hook his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. he gives a gentle tug, pulling your shorts and panties down just enough to expose your ass.
“brace yourself on my desk.”
he instructs quietly, guiding you back a few steps. as you comply, he leans down, his warm breath fanning over your bare backside.
“and try not to make a sound.”
your dripping hole clenches around nothing, his words effecting you like crazy. how did you get into this mess, fucking your best friends brother..
he stands up, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he positions himself behind you. you can feel the hard bulge in his jeans pressing against your bare ass. he reaches out to adjust his desk chair, moving it closer to you.
“perfect. now, stay still and quiet.”
leaning in close, he murmurs in your ear.
“remember when we were 16 and you’d prance around the house in a bikini top and a thong?”
his lips graze your earlobe, his voice low and ragged as he speaks.
you bite your lip, the tone in his voice turning you on even more.
“yeah..”
he lets out a shaky breath.
“i’d get so hard just looking at you, but I’d never admit it. instead, i’d pretend to be annoyed and shove you into the pool.”
his hands tighten on your hips as he speaks, his thumbs brushing against your bare skin.
a grin tugs at the corner of your mouth knowing that you can effect him that way. it makes your legs feel weak.
he takes your silence as encouragement, his hands growing bolder.
he spreads your pussy lips apart, revealing you to him. you feel his hot breath against your sensitive flesh, and then his hands grip your hips once more as he leans in and slowly licks up your slit.
“shhh... quiet now.”
his tongue delves deeper, parting you, exploring you thoroughly. his large hands spread you wider, his fingers curling around to slip inside you, stretching you. his mouth moves back up, his tongue flicking against your tight bud.
your knuckles are practically white from gripping the edge of his desk, your bottom lip inbetween your teeth, trying to quieten the moans of pleasure threatening to escape from your mouth.
he feels you tensing, hears you’re fighting to stay quiet. encouraged, he doubles his efforts, his mouth and hands working in sync to drive you to the brink. his fingers push deeper, his thumb rubbing against that spot that drives you wild.
“look at me ma”
your eyes meet his, the dim light of his pc showing off his glistening face, full of your fluids.
his fingers push deep inside you, filling you. his thumb rubs against you, his mouth descending once more to join the rhythm of his hands. he looks up at you, his expression raw and hungry.
“look at me while I make you cum”
you can’t hold back any longer, your legs trembling as the pressure builds. you let out a small whimper, your eyes locked on his. he sees it, feels it, and knows you’re about to break. his mouth closes around your clit, sucking hard as his fingers continue to pump inside you.
a loud moan slips from your mouth and i bite your lip again.
his hand covers your mouth, muffling the sound as his tongue works overtime against your clit. his fingers keep pumping, curling upward to hit that sweet spot inside you. he holds you in place, his other arm wrapping around your to keep you steady as he devours you.
“shh, don’t wan’ get caught now do we?”
he feels your body start to convulse, your inner walls clamping down around his fingers. he sucks harder on your clit, his tongue flicking rapidly as he drags out your orgasm. your legs shake violently, your entire body trembling as he holds you in place, milking you dry.
“shhh...”
as your orgasm subsides, he slowly pulls his fingers out, his mouth releasing your sensitive flesh. he stands up, turning you around to face him. his jeans are straining, a prominent bulge tenting the fabric. he cups your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek.
“you okay?”
your eyes meet his, your breathing still heavy and aftershocks of your orgasm still hitting you.
“yeah yeah, m’good”
he leans in, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on him.
“good...”
he breathes against your lips. His hands go to his belt, quickly unbuckling it and unbuttoning his jeans. he pushes them down, along with his boxers, freeing himself.
his thick, hard cock springs free, bobbing against his stomach. he grabs you, pulling you into his lap, your legs straddling his thighs.
“now, i’m going to fuck you on my desk until you can’t walk straight... and you’re going to keep quiet for me, got it?”
you nod, biting your bottom lip, you need him.
he guides you over him, his hands gripping your hips as he slowly lowers you onto his shaft. his head tips back, his jaw clenched, as he slides into your wet heat. you gasp softly, biting your lower lip to muffle the sound.
“yeah- fuck baby, that’s it...”
his strong hands guide your hips, lifting and lowering you on his thick erection. he leans back against his desk, his eyes locked on yours as he pistons into you. the room is filled with the quiet sounds of flesh meeting flesh and the occasional soft moan that you try to muffle.
he pulls you flush against him, his hips snapping up to meet yours. his teeth find your neck, biting down as he drives into you harder and faster. one hand slides around to rub tight circles on your clit.
“cum for me again, let me feel you squeeze my cock- shhh...”
his fingers continue to work their magic, his hips jackhammering upward as he nears his end. he watches your face, watching your eyes glaze over as you approach another peak.
“look at me...”
you lift your head off of his shoulders and replace it with your palms, holding yourself up, looking him in his eyes.
his expression is intense, his jaw clenched as he fights to hold back. his fingers press hard against your bundle of nerves, his hips bucking upward in short, powerful thrusts. he buries his face in your neck, his breathing hot and rapid as he finally finds his release.
“shhh... quiet...”
he muffles his groan against your skin, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside you as he cums. his fingers dig into your hips, holding you down on him as he empties himself deep within your core. he rocks against you, riding out the waves of his orgasm.
“such a good girl...”
suddenly…
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
he freezes, hearing the knock. he quickly lifts you off him, setting you on your feet. he pulls up his jeans, zipping them but not bothering with the belt. he buttons your t-shirt ,turning you around to straighten it.
“just a moment!”
he calls out, his voice gruff. he cups your face, kissing you hard and fast.
“stay here...”
he hurries to the door, opening it just a crack.
“hey, what’s up?”
matt's voice is muffled through the door.
“hey man, we gotta go out, we got a deal to sort out, refusin’ to fuckin’ pay for the dru-.”
chris quickly cuts him off.
“yeah, give me a sec... i’ll... join you. go on ahead. i’ll meet you there...”
he hesitates, glancing back at you.
you nod, giving him the permission to leave.
matt's voice comes through the door again,
“alright man, see you there. and hey, be quick.”
his footsteps recede down the hallway. chris lets out a breath and leans against the door, closing his eyes briefly before turning back to you.
he walks back to you, running a hand through his hair.
“listen... i gotta go deal with this. but this... us... it’s not over. not by a long shot. i promise.”
he kisses you deeply, his hands roaming over your body briefly before he steps back, adjusting his jeans.
he grabs a damp towel and passes it to you.
“i promise i can do aftercare, i’m not a dick. but i’ve gotta go”
he slips his shoes on quickly, almost falling over in the process.
“s’fine chris.”
chris grins, his hand hovering over the doorknob.
“this. isn’t over.”
chris walks out of the room, leaving you on his desk, naked, his cum dripping out of your stretched hole. you say in utter frustration of what just happened, you just fucked your best friends’ brother. TWIN brother. and they don’t even know about it.
“fuck”
a/n: i enjoyed writing this sm, tysm for reading i hope you enjoyed also!!! (making a part2 because of requests!)
