#"chris

[kris-p-artistry]

Couch cuddles!

Have some Chreon for Pride Month!

[raspberrighost]

Oh my, what a gentleman.

[chrisssiren]

𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒎 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ bfb!chris ⋆ sex tape ⋆ pet names ⋆ praise ⋆ chris is lowk down bad and has a bigdick (slut) + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... the annoying (and infuriatingly hot) triplet brother of your friend tells you he’s got a new camera, and somehow that leads to you testing it out with him.

You should’ve just ignored it when Chris, your friend’s brother, slid into your dm’s with a simple text—but you didn’t. You read it, and replied to it. Maybe that was the first mistake, and the second one? Hooking up with him. You know not to sleep with your friend’s siblings. It brings unnecessary awkwardness and complications.

But, really, how can anyone resist him?

He’s Christopher Sturniolo, for fuck’s sake.

And somehow, you ended up on his bed, stripped down to nothing but need and desperation, moaning his name like that’s the only word you know. The whole thing with the "testing out his new camera" was just one of his ways to try to get closer to you.

To be frank, he didn’t have any hidden intention—he was genuinely just going to take a few pics of you, maybe even a video. He wanted something simple as an excuse to hang out with you and talk to you without seeming like he was trying to get in your pants, since he’s always been into you.

He just needed a little push.

And the new camera was exactly that.

Even if he had no perverted intentions at first, he’s only human after all, and God help him, you are fucking gorgeous. The way you smiled at him, posed for him, laughed at his stupid jokes, eyes sparkling like you genuinely enjoyed their interaction—all led to him getting bricked up in the middle of it.

Which leads to the present where you’re under him, the camera pointing at you, capturing every shift in your expression, occasionally drifting down to film where you’re connected. Chris is watching through the camera, groaning low in his throat at the sight of your pretty cunt taking him so good.

The way he’s holding the camera and filming you, all while his hips slam into yours with wet smacks, has you clenching around him desperately. You can’t lie, he has so much potential to be a pornstar—the way he’s recording so steadily while his thick cock is destroying your greedy pussy.

You’re too deep into the pleasure to really care if you sound pathetic moaning and whimpering—or care about the way your eyes roll back and toes curl, tits bouncing, mouth hanging open with silent moans. You probably look wrecked.

"Look at the camera, baby," Chris rasps, grunting and panting softly as he fucks you like he wants to make you dumb with pleasure—which he’s succeeding in doing. "Keep your eyes on the cam... Yeah—shit-mmhn—Juuust like that. Fuck-- look at you... So fucking pretty."

His praises go straight to your core, making your inner muscles work around his shaft, sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. Your orgasm is inevitable, and all too consuming, as it crashes over you before you can even warn him about it, only managing a "c-cummin’", before you’re coming all over his cock.

Chris makes sure to capture everything on tape, even trying not to groan too loudly so the mic from the camera will pick up your sounds more.

His hips slow down, so you can catch your breath and come down from your high, but he’s not even close to being done with you. He wants to keep filming you, watching you fall apart on his dick, and record how he’s making you lose your mind with his dick. He wants a few more orgasms out of your pretty little pussy.

And maybe then he’ll fuck his warm, creamy seed into you.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟎.𝟓 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

isa’s rambling ۶ৎ felt very nostalgic with the old layout. this is smth very short that i whipped up in about half an hour after procrastinating for two day lmao (pls don’t mind any mistakes i didn’t really proofread it)

© 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏

[twitchchrisera]

Um…. Can we talk about how much bigger his looks?!?

Not in a fat way.. in like a broad shoulder muscle way. Please can he pick me up and throw me. Like he’s a grown man now.

IM LOVING THE NEW REBRAND.

[slvtf0rchr1s]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ BSF!MATT WALKS IN ON YOU MASTRUBATING ࿐ྂ

soft moans and pants leave your mouth, your fingers are buried deep inside your cunt, sloppily pumping in and out.

your body is arched into your own touch, hips bucking up as your unoccupied hand shakingly holds your phone, a random porn video playing.

you’re normally never the one to go to the infamous orange black site, but today was different, you were craving release, so before you knew your fingers were flying over your keyboard.

you fasten your pace, moaning softly as you grip the phone more tightly.

and just then, a familiar sound was heard. footsteps, ones you recognise immediately, followed by an excited voice.

“surprise—“

his voice gets cut off immediately as he stands there, shocked, in your doorway. your best friend matt.

you gasp, you want to stop your movements, but somehow you can’t, and it makes matt’s brows raise higher.

“are you- shit i-“ he stumbles over his words as he stares at you, completely mesmerised.

you let out a moan, eyes focused on his. he swallows hard, continuering to clumsily explain.

“uh i was yknow, in the neighbourhood… im- im sorry i shouldn’t..”

but he trails off on his own, eyes fixated on your needy body, licking his lips unconsciously.

“i uh… i should go…” he whispers, but it doesn’t sound convincing at all. you whimper, your voice soft and breathy.

“matt…”

and that’s all i took, before you knew it matt’s fingers were inside your pussy as he watched your face confront in pleasure.

“mmpfh- oh shit..”

you moan, squeezing your eyes shut and bucking your hips up like a needy puppy.

matt lets out a low groan in response, his other hand absently goes down to squeeze his bulge softly, just once.

he lets go of his bulge and picks up your phone, the porn video embarrassingly still playing. he hums, almost satisfied as he watches the actors on the screen, his fingers still pumping in and out of you.

“fuck… i didnt know you were into this kinda stuff…”

he whispers roughly. you whine in response, weak hands trying to snatch your phone back, but they crumble as you feel him hitting even deeper inside of you.

matts amused smile is focused on your phone, while casually fingering you, like it’s something he does every day.

“god this is filthy.. you like being a filthy girl huh?”

he growls under his breath, eyes glimmering with arousal as he watches the video you were previously watching.

he glances at you, turning over the screen so you can acknowledge the horny video you were watching a moment ago.

he raises a brow.

“y’know, we can make this reality if you’d like?”

you let out a groan combined with a moan, your brows furrowed in both annoyance and arousal.

“never say corny shit like that again..”

matt chuckles in response, before pressing a kiss on your jawline and fastening the pace of his fingers.

a/n okay okay don’t come for me i also have no clue why he randomly broke into the house… atleast you guys have a short blurb.. 😔

[spookysturnz]

brains

in which . . . your boyfriends a lame so chris is ‘bout to fuck ya brains out.

warnings- cheating. (don’t cheat guys). cocky!chris. size kink.

word count- 1370.

The bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating up through your soles. Red solo cups littered every surface. Laughter and shouted conversations tangled into one loud, pulsing noise.

You were pressed against the arm of the couch, Matt's arm looped loosely around your waist. He was telling you about some new update to his favorite game, his voice warm and familiar. His thumb traced absent patterns on your hip. Sweet. Comfortable.

You loved him. You did.

But sometimes comfort felt a lot like boredom.

Your gaze drifted across the room, scanning past familiar faces, until it snagged on Chris. He was slouched against the kitchen doorway, beer bottle dangling lazily from his fingers. His eyes weren't on the party. They were on you. Dark. Focused. Unreadable.

Matt kept talking. Chris kept staring.

Then Chris tipped his bottle toward the hallway. A small, deliberate motion. The bathroom.

Your stomach flipped.

You should've ignored it. You should've turned back to Matt, kissed his cheek, and pretended you hadn't seen.

But Chris was already pushing off the doorframe and disappearing down the hall. And your feet were moving before your brain caught up.

The bathroom was small. Cramped. The flickering light above the mirror buzzed softly.

Chris was leaning against the counter when you slipped inside and clicked the lock. He didn't say anything at first. Just watched you with that lazy, knowing smirk.

"Your boyfriend's a lame," he said finally, voice low. "Standing out there talking about nothing while you're in here with me."

"He's not—"

"Yeah, he is." Chris pushed off the counter, crossing the space in two steps. His body crowded yours against the door, one hand bracing beside your head. "That's why you followed me."

His free hand slid down your stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of your skirt. He didn't ask. He just pushed the fabric up, bunching it around your hips.

"Bet he doesn't even know what you like," Chris murmured, dropping to his knees in front of you. "Bet he's never even made you cum."

Your breath caught as his fingers found the damp spot on your panties. He dragged one finger through the fabric, slow, deliberate.

"This all for me?" He looked up at you through his lashes, that smug smirk playing on his lips. "Soaked through your panties and I haven't even touched you yet."

"Chris—"

"Answer me." His finger pressed harder, circling your clit through the thin material. "This all for me? Or does Matt get you this wet too?"

"Just—just you," you breathed.

"Didn't think so."

He hooked his fingers in your panties and dragged them down your legs. He didn't bother taking them all the way off—just let them hang around your ankles, trapping you there.

"Spread your legs."

You obeyed, widening your stance as much as the fabric allowed.

Chris's fingers found your folds, parting them slowly. He dragged two fingers through your slickness, gathering it, then held them up where you could see.

"Look at that," he said, almost awed. "Fucking dripping for me. Your boyfriend's right outside and you're this wet for his brother."

His fingers went back to your cunt, pushing inside without warning. Two of them, thick and long, stretching you.

"Feel that?" He curled them, finding that spot inside you that made your knees buckle. "Feel how deep my fingers are? Imagine what my cock's gonna feel like."

You whimpered, head falling back against the door.

He worked his fingers in and out, slow and deep, his thumb pressing against your clit. Your hips started moving, chasing the rhythm.

"Look at you," he said, almost disappointed. "That desperate already? Pathetic."

His fingers slid out and he stood, towering over you. He unbuckled his belt, let his jeans fall just enough. His cock sprung free, thick and heavy, the head already glistening.

You swallowed hard.

"See something you want?" He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking lazily, showing off. "You ever seen anything this big before?"

You shook your head, eyes fixed on him.

"Didn't think so." He stepped closer, pressing the head against your entrance. Not pushing in. Just letting you feel the size of it, the stretch that was coming. "Matt got a dick like this?"

"No."

"Didn't think so." He dragged the head through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. "He couldn't fill you up like I can. Couldn't fuck you stupid."

He pushed in. Just the tip. You gasped, hands flying to his shoulders.

"Too much?" He didn't sound concerned. He sounded amused. "That's just the tip, baby. And you're already struggling."

He pushed deeper, inch by inch, letting you feel every bit of him. Your walls stretched around him, burning and full.

"Fuck—Chris—"

"Shh." He pressed his palm over your mouth. "You wanna get caught? Want Matt to walk in and see his girlfriend stuffed full of my cock?"

You shook your head frantically.

"Then shut up."

He bottomed out, his hips flush against yours. You felt impossibly full, stretched to your limit, his cock reaching places inside you that you didn't know existed.

"Look at that," he breathed, glancing down at where you were joined. "Taking all of me. Even though I'm too big for you."

He pulled out slow, then slammed back in. Your whole body jolted.

"This what you needed?" He set a brutal pace, each thrust pushing you up against the door. "Your boyfriend can't fuck you like this. He's too soft. Too sweet. Bet he's gentle with you."

He drove into you harder, knocking the air from your lungs.

Your eyes were rolling back. You couldn't form words anymore, just wet, broken sounds against his palm.

"Fuck, you're useless now, aren't you?" He laughed, breathless and mean. "Look at you. Pretty little thing, can't even speak."

His free hand found your chin, forcing you to look down at where you were connected. You could see him moving in and out of you, see how stretched you were around him.

"See that?" His thumb traced where you were joined, feeling the stretch. "You're taking every inch. Like the slut you are"

He groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him. "Somebody likes being called names," he observed, smirking. "Gonna cum for me? Gonna soak my cock while your boyfriend's in the hall?" he cooed softly.

You nodded frantically against his hand.

"Let go f’me baby.."

His thumb found your clit, pressing hard, circling fast. His hips never stopped, each thrust hitting that spot deep inside you.

You shattered. Your whole body seized, clamping down on him, a muffled scream swallowed by his hand. Your vision went white, your knees giving out.

Chris caught you, holding you up, and kept fucking you through it. "That's it. Good girl. Take it. Take all of it."

His rhythm stuttered, his hips slamming into you one last time as he buried himself deep. You felt him pulse inside you, hot and thick, filling you up.

He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, his forehead against yours.

Then he pulled out slow, watching his cum drip out of you.

"Look at that," he murmured, almost to himself. "Making a mess."

He tucked himself away, smoothed down his shirt. You were still slumped against the door, legs shaking, panties around your ankles.

Chris grabbed a towel from the rack and tossed it at you. "Clean yourself up. You're leaking."

Your hands were trembling so badly you could barely manage it.

He watched you with that smug smirk, arms crossed. "Don't forget—I'm the better brother. And now you know why."

He unlocked the door, slipping out into the hallway like nothing happened.

You fixed your skirt. Splashed water on your face. Took three deep breaths.

When you walked back into the living room, Matt was in the same spot, scrolling on his phone.

"Hey," he said, smiling. "Feeling okay?"

"Yeah." You sat beside him, legs pressed together. "Just needed some air."

He kissed your forehead.

Across the room, Chris caught your eye. He mouthed something—stupid—and raised his beer in a toast.

You looked away first.

Your thighs were still wet. You were still full of him.

And you knew your boyfriend was a lame. And Chris had definitely fucked your brains out.

a/n- how did we like?

𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 🐒- @ilovematthewsturniolo1 @macey007 @mattsfavpervert @chriss-slutt

[jasminteart]

so unfair.