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Chris Sturniolo!bf x f!reader
WARNINGS : smut, phone sex, FaceTime, tapping it on the screen, established relationship, lots of dirty talk, mutual masturbation, mentions of breeding! mentions of spitting (in mouth) usage of âslutâ
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IN WHICH.. after a rough day and missing Chris while heâs away, What starts as playful teasing to cheer you up, quickly turns intense. Chris guides you through the heat of the moment, making the distance between you feel like nothing.
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Any day without Chris' arms around you late at night felt like something was missing, similar to the last piece to a nearly finished puzzle, the one that had made everything click into place.
You'd gotten used to his warmth, the way his body seemed to fit against yours so perfectly, the steady beat of his heart slowly lulling you to sleep every night without fail. Being in his arms made you feel safe, loved, and wanted. With each breath, each beat of his heart, you felt your mind grow quiet and your body relax, as if each hum of his heart was him whispering "i love you' over and over.
You knew him going on this brand deal trip had been a good idea for the channel, and you knew that it had already been planned months in advance, but missing him was hard, and missing him was painful. It was only supposed to be a few days now, but each one seemed to drag on longer than the last and it made you relentlessly question if the clock was against you, if time moved slower than it actually did.
Just the night before he had left, his arms had been curled around you and you had been resting on top of his chest, his fingers combing through your hair. Everything had been perfect, everything had felt complete. But tonight, you were alone, and it felt like the quiet of the room echoed louder than it should.
Your day at work had been a full-on nightmareâendless tasks, long hours, all of it seemed to last forever. Every email you had sent felt as if it was another weight added onto your shoulders, and every conversation felt like it had drained every ounce of energy from you. Even now, the fluorescent lights of the office still lingered in your eyes, making your head throb with a dull ache.
Usually, you would come home to Chris, the soft sound of his voice greeting you, followed by his arms pulling you into a warm embrace. He would hold you close, put on a random film and snuggle into you, his hands always wandering to your thighs. He would rub his palms on them, cursing at how soft your skin was while smiling at you, and with that, he would lean in to kiss your forehead as you would drift off.
But tonight was different. The apartment was cold without him, the sheets of your shared bed empty and frigid.
With a sigh, you pick up your phone, swiping up to enter your password.
Your thumb hovers over Chris' name in your contacts; needing to hear his voice, needing him to somehow fill the empty space in your chest, the same emptiness lingering throughout the entire apartment.
Without thinking too much, you press call.
The phone rings only twice before Chris picks up and upon the first word he speaks, you can hear the smile in his voice, immediately warm and familiar.
"Hey, sweetheart, wasn't expecting you to call so early, what's up?"
Sinking into your bed, you let out a heavy sigh, letting your gaze drift upward to the ceiling fan, its quiet hum the only other noise in your quiet apartment.
"Hey," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, the word catching in your throat. You clear your throat, trying to dislodge the lump that's formed there, and continue, "I needed to hear your voice, I miss you."
As the words leave your lips, you feel a slight tremble in your voice, something that your boyfriend, Chris would never dare to let slide.
There's a pause on the other end, and when he speaks again, his tone is softer, full of concern. "I miss you too, you alright, baby?"
You nod, even though he canât see it, your eyes fluttering shut as you take in his warm voice. "Just⊠itâs been a rough day," you admit, curling into your blanket. "I canât stop thinking about you, Chris. Itâs so hard without you here."
You hear him chuckle from the other side of the phone, his voice still soft and concerned, "I wish I could be there with you right now. You know Iâd make it all better, right?"
"I know," you murmur, your lips pursing. "I just miss everything about you. I miss your arms around me, I miss your smell."
He lets out a light, teasing laugh, cutting out slightly over the phone as he inhales afterward. "My smell, huh? Really, ma? You miss the way I smell?" He chuckles his laugh sweet, "You sure itâs not just my cologne youâre missing?"
You shake your head as he talks, sitting up and propping your back against your headboard, a smile finding its way onto your face. "No," you say pausing as you try to sound serious, "It's you. It's just you."
You smile as Chris lets out another laugh, his voice playful, "Well, well, arenât you the romantic." He pauses, letting out another soft giggle. "You must really be going crazy without me, huh? Canât even sleep without my scent on your pillow."
Without thinking you laugh, slapping your hand down onto your comforter as you giggle, "Shut up, it's not funny!"
"Itâs a little funny," he teases, his voice husky. "There's that laugh I love," he murmurs.
His words settle in your chest, and a warmth spreading through you. "Youâre ridiculous," the smile tugging at your lips as you talk. "But I missed you, I missed you so much."
"I know, baby, I miss you too," he murmurs, chuckling. "Maybe I should become a therapist, I should start charging you for daily sessions with how fast I brought that smile back."
You roll your eyes as you let out another small laugh, raising an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What's the payment plan like? Not sure I can afford daily, maybe weekly."
"Depends," Chris pauses and there's a silence on the other end of the phone.
After a few seconds, a low chuckle leaves his lips. "You offering cash, or are we talking.. other forms of payment?"
You smile, licking your lips and leaning your head back to rest against the headboard. "Wow, so nasty of you to be talking like this when your brothers are god knows where."
You hear rustling for a moment over the phone before you hear Chris chuckle again, the sound absolutely adorable. "I may be a little dirty, but I'm still a gentleman," He whispers, his voice like velvet even despite the crackles of the air in the background as he speaks.
You can almost hear the heat in his voice and it burns you even through all of the distance, leaving tingles on your body as he continues, "Matt and Nick went out, some stupid costume store for a video idea. They're going to be gone for a while, and I have to admit, I'm kind of glad."
His voice drops to a low, husky tone, sending shivers down your spine. "I was thinking about you baby, and I couldn't focus on anything else."
You feel a warm blush rise to your cheeks as you hear his words through the phone, your pulse beating faster, so loud you can nearly hear it through your ears. "What were you thinking about?" You ask curiously, soft grin reaches your face and your hands begin to toy with themselves as you lay the phone on your lap to listen.
"I was thinking about how your breath hitches when I do that thing with my tongue, and how your fingers would dig into my back when I do that thing with my hands."
"How your back arches when I fuck you," He pauses, his voice exasperated. "When I tell you to keep looking me in the eyes while you take my cock in that dripping pussy of yours."
His words leave you breathless and full of desire. You can feel your face burning with heat, your nipples hardening against the fabric of your top with every word he speaks, as if his words are urging you to want him even more than you already do.
"Chris..." You whisper, his name barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breathing.
"I want you," you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want you so bad, Chris."
"I want you, let me see you, baby," You hear him lick his lips, his breathing just as loud as yours. Turn on your camera, can I see your pretty face?"
You smile, pressing the familiar FaceTime button, and as the camera flickers to life, you adjust yourself to fit in frame, the soft light from your room casting a glow over your features, putting them on full display for him.
Chris' camera flutters to life soon after, you see him in the corner of the screen.
The first thing you notice is his hair, tousled and messy as if he's been running his fingers through it out of habit. The soft lights of his hotel room and the sunset outside of his window catch faint golden undertones onto his skin, making him look like an absolute dream.
His jawline catches the light when he shifts slightly to look closer at you, the shadow of his stubble visible to you as a grin forms at the corners of his mouth, a grin that's just for you.
He looks absolutely perfect, in fact, you weren't even sure how a person could manage to look that good during every second of the day until you had met him.
The most amazing part? He was all yours.
His voice pulls you back to reality, warm and teasing. "See something you like, or are you just gonna keep staring, baby?"
You roll your eyes, though the blush creeping up your neck betrays you. "Oh, please," you tease. "Youâre the one who wanted to see me."
Chris leans a little closer to his screen, his piercing blue eyes sharpening as he takes you all in. His eyes travel over your frame, lingering for a moment before his lips part slightly, his voice dropping just a bit. "I mean, can you blame me? Look at you."
His eyes trail over you slowly, and then he pauses, his lips curling into a smirk. "Wait a second... Is that my shirt?"
You glance down, your fingers instinctively brushing over the soft fabric, the only thing you were wearing a side from your underwear, "What if it is?" you ask, arching a brow, trying to sound casual despite the sudden flutter of your pulse in your chest.
His laughter comes easy, warm and deep. "Youâre unbelievable," he mutters, but thereâs something softer behind his tone. "I was wondering where that went."
Relaxing a bit, Chris leans back slightly, running a hand through his hair, but his gaze never leaves you. When he speaks again his voice is soft but teasing, "You know, you wearing my shirt like that? It's not fair."
"Fair?" you repeat, tilting your head with a playful smile. "Whatâs not fair about it?"
Chris sighs, tugging at his hair,"The fact that Iâm sitting here wishing I could take it off you myself."
"Maybe if you were here, Iâd let you," you murmur, your eyes locked onto his.
"Donât tease me like that, baby." You watch as his tongue licks around his lips, his eyes laced with desire, "You know Iâd do it in a heartbeat."
"Whoâs teasing?" you reply softly, your fingers toying with the hem of the shirt. Thereâs a moment of silence, charged with electricity, before you meet his gaze again. "What if I took it off right now?"
Chrisâs breath hitches audibly, his confidence momentarily faltering as his eyes darken. "Donât say that if you donât mean it," he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
Adrenaline and desire course through you as you slowly lift the hem of the shirt, just enough to tease him, right below your breasts, allowing them to peek out, just a little bit. His reaction is immediateâhis eyes are glued to the screen, his jaw falling open as he takes in the sight of you. .
"Your turn," you say softly, smiling as you tease him. Your hands reach up to rub at your tits, the hem just covering your nipples.
Within an instant, Chris shuffles slightly letting the camera fall to the side of the bed. You hear the sound of fabric sliding against his skin and a moment later, he picks up the phone resting it on top of his stomach, one of his arms behind his head as he props it up to see you rubbing your tits for him.
Suddenly, he angles the camera even further down, revealing a very obvious bulge in his boxers. His boxers are tight against his cock and you feel yourself nearly drool as the outline of his hard dick is directly on display in front of you, straining against the fabric.
You watch as his fingers trail over the waistband of his boxers, teasing you just as much as youâve been teasing him. Heâs still staring at you, waiting for your next move.
Your hands move instinctively, pulling your shirt off, your tits falling out from underneath his shirt. You reach over, letting it fall to the side of the bed as you arch your back slightly, giving him a better view, as your fingertips trail across your bare chest. His eyes seem to devour you from the screen, and you know heâs getting just as impatient as you are.
You drag your fingers down your body, feeling the slight shiver of anticipation in your fingertips. The way his eyes stay locked on you makes your pulse race faster, a part of you already craving him even more. You glance, making sure heâs watching as your hand moves lower, slipping down to rub against your thighs, just as he would if he were with you.
His breath hitches as you continue rubbing yourself, the sound of his voice a low growl in your ears, even with the static from the call.
"God, you're so fucking beautiful."
His breath is hoarse as you see his hand slide down his body, down his abs as he rubs them for you through the phone, just as you would.
"I want you to take those panties off, please baby. Let me see all of you."
His words stir something deep inside you, and without thinking twice, you push your pants down, dragging them past your thighs, over your hips. Your heart races as you make sure heâs watching, feeling the weight of his gaze as you slowly expose yourself to him, piece by piece, just like a puzzle.
His eyes glisten as he watches you take them off, his mouth open, full of drool as you open your legs for him, placing the camera directly in front of your pussy.
"God, fuck. You're so fucking wet."
His words send shivers down your spine as you feel your body heat up, the anticipation of what's to come making your heart race. You watch him on the screen, his hand still rubbing his abs, his eyes locked on the camera pointed at your pussy.
"I want you to touch yourself, show me how much you want me," he murmurs as his hands slide further down his body. He smiles, angling the camera right below his bulge as he begins to rub on his v-line.
With instinct, your right hand slides up your body slowly. Your hands slide against your thighs, your stomach, all the way up to your mouth where you silently spit into your hand.
Your hand slides back down your body, your fingertips brushing against your needy clit, so wet and so wanting.
"Wish I was there, my god.. I would spit in that beautiful mouth and make you use that to rub yourself," he murmurs. Your eyes stay trained on his and on his body as he slides his boxers down, his cock springing out from under them.
His words are like a drug to you, making you even more aroused. You moan into the phone, your breath coming in short gasps. Your eyes follow his cock as he spits onto his hand in the same way, his hand sliding to hold the base of his cock.
With a small chuckle, he positions his phone to be right below it. You can see how big he is, how thick he is. He smiles, leaning his cock forward gently to tap it directly onto the camera.
The head of his cock hits the camera with a loud thud three times, you can hear how hard he is.
"Do you like what you see, baby?" he asks, his voice low and seductive as his cock stands straight up, his fingers beginning to slowly stroke against his rigid shaft.
âDo you like it when I slap this dick on this camera for you, just like how I should be slapping it against your clit while I make you cum for me with my fingers.â
He continues to tease you, slowly stroking his cock as he talks dirty to you. "I bet you wish you were here with me, don't you? Feeling my hot cum on your tongue."
His words cause you to rub your clit even faster, your hands diving into your wet folds as you watch him stroke himself.
He leans in closer to the camera, his cock just inches from the lens.
"Mmm, you're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"
He moans, biting on his lips as he watches you pleasure yourself to him. "You love watching me jerk off over the phone for you, don't you?"
He gives a slight thrust of his hips, his cock twitching in his hand. "I bet you'd love to taste it, wouldn't you? To have my cock in your mouth, down your throat, choking on it as I fuck your face."
You moan, murmuring yes a thousand times as you rub your puffy wet pussy for him, your breath hitching every second with just how good he makes you feel.
"Take your fingers and slide them into your wet pussy, baby," he moans out, his hand working magic on his cock as he strokes it even faster for you.
You can see so much precum, so much of his spit running down the sides of it with every stroke he makes. You can't help but wish that it was your spit, that his precum was deep down your throat, and looking at him, that's all you can think about.
You wish you could run your tongue against the shaft of his dick, you wish his hand could be replaced with yours. You wish it was your mouth he was fucking into instead of his hand, wishing that it was your pussy making him feel that divine.
He groans as he sees you slide your fingers inside of your pussy, smiling with his tongue over his teeth as he sees you begin to finger yourself.
You moan softly, arching your back as you push your fingers deeper into your wetness. You glance down at the phone, watching his eyes follow your every move. You can see the lust in his gaze, the desire to be with you right now.
"Oh fuck," he breathes, his voice thick with need. "I wish I was there with you."
The tip of his cock swells, his shaft hard and rigid, just aching for you, and his hand immediately picks up the pace on his cock as he imagines that your fingers inside of you is his cock instead, fucking you so deep.
"I want to fuck you so bad," he whispers, voice strained with desire. "I want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock, milking me dry."
He groans, his hips thrusting forward as if he could push his cock through the screen and into you, if only it were that simple.
"I want to breed you," he whispers, his voice thick with desire as he pumps his cock with his hand, stroking it so good for you. "I want to fill your pretty pussy with my cum and make a baby with you."
âtell me you want thatâ
You gasp, your fingers only moving faster at the mention of having his cum inside of you, spilling out onto your thighs. "Oh god, yes Chris, I want you to breed me.â you moan, slipping your fingers out of your warmth to rub at your swollen clit again in large circles.
You can hear him taking deep breaths on the other end of the line, trying to control his voice from faltering as he rapidly strokes his cock for you. "I wish I was there with you," he says again, his voice strained.
"I would cum inside you, I would cum in you and then I would finger that pussy and rub it all over that wet clit," he moans in the middle of his talking, his voice coming out as if it was meant to be a whine.
You can feel your orgasm building, your fingers moving faster and faster on your clit as you moan louder. You moan, reaching your other hand down to finger yourself at the same exact time, "Oh god, I'm going to come, Chris please come with me," you gasp, your voice breaking.
It's as if you can almost feel him with you, his hands on your thighs holding them for you as he watches you come undone.
âNo, slut. Hold it for me,â he coos suddenly.
You gasp out exasperated, your mouth quivering as you slow down your pace, trying to hold yourself together. You want to come so bad for Chris, you want to soak your sheets and scream out his name.
You look at him pleadingly, he can see you so exposed so vulnerable as you look at him, pleading with your eyes.
âAw, does my baby want to cum for me?â Chrisâ voice is soft, as he spits into his hand, his hand slimy and wet as he slides it back onto his cock, rubbing it so fast for you.
You can hear him grunt as he urges you to continue, âI didnât tell you to slow down. Rub that pussy, now.â
Obeying, your hands find your clit again and you rub your wetness in circles, his eyes never leaving you, moving from your cunt to your face to your tits and back again.
Your legs shake as your movements urge you closer to release, your pussy clenching, begging for his cock inside of you.
Chris nods at you, his voice whiney, âOh fuck, ma. Oh god, put your fingers back in there for me.â
You whimper as your fingers enter you once again. Staring at his cock, you imagine that instead, itâs him entering you. Chris fucking your pussy so good, Chris in front of you pounding you into the bed.
He lets out a moan, his cock making you salivate and his noises driving you insane with how badly you crave him.
Within an instant, Chris canât seem to hold himself anymore and instead of denying you like he loves, heâs too close to make you beg anymore.
"Come for me baby," he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open to look at you. "Come all over your pretty hands for me, yes.. God yes."
âPlease, Chris,â you whimper, your voice pleading, desperate to come with him, âI need you⊠I need to feel you.."
"Show me how much you need me, do it slut," he moans, stroking faster. "Show me baby, let me watch you."
Chris leans forward, his lips parted as he breathes your name, his hand still gripping the phone tightly, positioning it so he can see you, and you can see him.
You move your fingers faster, harder, needing that release more than anything else. You hear him do the same, his hand moving faster, each stroke pushing him closer to his ownrelease.
"Come on, baby," he urges, his voice a low growl. "Let go for me. I want to see you fall apart, tell me you want my come.â
âI want you to come, Chris. Please come for me,â you murmur as your body starts to convulse.
You feel your whole body tense with his words, your back arching as the pleasure rips through you, your hands nearly dropping the phone as you finally come for him.
You're lost in the moment, unable to think, unable to do anything but gasp for air, your hand still between your legs as your body quivers, waiting and watching for Chris to come for you.
As promised, Chris follows right behind you, his moans louder than before, and you can hear the sound of him finishing, his voice raw with release and raw with pleasure. You watch as his come drips from the tip of his cock, begging to be licked up.
On the other end of the screen, Chris collapses back onto his bed, laying fully down, his face flushed and his hair messy, his cum all over his stomach.
"Well⊠that was definitely worth the wait," he murmurs, his voice warm and affectionate. "God, I wish I could kiss you, baby."
You smile to yourself, your heart fluttering at his words. "I wish you could too, Chris," you whisper back, "Come back soon, I'm dying without you here."
"Just a few more days, my love. I promise." He smiles, messing with his hair as he smiles at you. "And when I get back, Iâll take you out, wherever you want to go. Maybe a fancy dinner⊠or," he pauses, giving you a sly grin, "we could go somewhere more fun, like an amusement park. Y'know, so I can win you a giant teddy bear."
You canât help but laugh at the image of him winning you a stuffed animal, and you playfully roll your eyes. "An amusement park? Really?" you tease, "Youâre gonna win me a stuffed bear?"
"Yeah, absolutely. Iâll win you the biggest one, just so you can carry it around everywhere and make everyone jealous." His smile widens, a grin too big for his face. "And then, weâll ride all the roller coasters, just to make sure youâre holding onto me the whole time."
He chuckles, throwing his head back at his own remarks.
He makes a soft kiss sound as he continues,"hey, Iâm just trying to make sure you donât fly off the ride. Somebodyâs gotta keep you safe, right?" You roll your eyes, smiling at how adorable he is.
"And I think youâd be holding onto me for more reasons than just the ride."
You raise an eyebrow, your heart racing a little as you grin back at him. "Is that so?" you tease a serious undertone to your voice. "Well, maybe Iâll just hold on tight to you then, but only if you win me that bear."
"I'm gonna win you the biggest damn bear you've ever seen."
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