"w- what're you doing?" you managed out, head thrown back against your pillow as chris' fingers wrapped around your ankle, tugging your up leg to hook his shoulder.
you love when he does this, though he doesn't do it often.
"shhh, baby," he hushed you, a smirk tugging at his pink lips,
"jus' gonna get you right, mk?"
your leg over his shoulder shifted everything — not just the angle, but the energy. chris moved with purpose now, deeper, firmer. each motion sent a new wave of pleasure that made your back arch off the bed. your fingers tangled in the sheets, then in his hair, needing something to anchor you as your body burned under his.
he held your thigh firmly, his grip strong, almost possessive. the muscles in his arm flexed as he adjusted, driving into you
with just the right pressure, the kind that made your breath catch and your lips part in a soft cry. "fuck, i- chris please."
chris caught it; of course he did. "what d'ya need, princess? i'll give it to you," he assured, voice deepened with lust, still smooth as ever.
you didn't answer — couldn't. your mind fuzzed at the feeling, and you found yourself practically babbling and drooling all over yourself. he leaned forward, folding you just a little more, pressing himself deeper into you. the stretch, the fullness, the intimacy of it all made your head spin. he kissed the inside of your raised thigh, just where his fingers gripped you tight, then dragged his tongue slowly along your skin until you whimpered.
"you're so perfect like this," he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear over the sounds of slapping skin, "let me ruin you a little."
❛ twitter ❜ ┆ pornstar!chris films with someone new, forgetting to warn naive!reader beforehand | ꒰ ✩ part two ꒱ ( coming soon )
disclaimers. this is an au miniseries, meaning the story will be separated into a total of three parts. this series is completely canon, and a rewrite of a now deleted chapter written a year ago | wc. 1.2k
you crept into chris’ condo as quiet as you could possibly be, a neatly wrapped gift in your hands. a large smile took up most of your face as you tip toed your way through the nearly unfurnished place, a lot of big open space filling his living spaces at his lack of regard for finding things to make his home more home-y. though, the more you explored the area, the more discouraged you got at the notion that chris, as busy as he always had been, was lounging around here. you’d checked the living room, his bedroom, his office, and even listened outside of his bathroom for running water before walking in to find that he, in fact, was not taking a shower.
you sighed at the realisation that he really wasn’t home like you’d hoped, chastising yourself for even thinking that in the first place — chris was almost never home during the day. but today was different, much weirder. you’d grown quite accustomed to chris’ updates throughout the day by now, starting from the moment he left the house, and dragging on with each errand he ran and pit stop he made. so, usually, you knew when he was out. without a single text from him, you assumed he hadn’t left his house yet, maybe even still asleep considering how he’d gone radio silent out of nowhere.
if not for the constant list of his whereabouts becoming routine, you, truthfully, would’ve thought nothing of chris’ absence. but with a confused look now tugging your face down, you found yourself setting his christmas present on the low coffee table in front of you to plop down onto the soft cushion of chris’ white couch. you slipped your phone out of your back pocked, biting your lips as you opened the little green imessage app at the bottom of your screen, instantly typing away in your chats with chris.
your question was simple and straight to the point, leaving no room for confusion; you weren’t embarrassed in the slightest to ask. after all, this was different, completely unlike chris. you weren’t upset, really — more curious is all, maybe even a little worried. so you waited, closing imessage to passively scroll your socials while you did so. you sat idly on the couch, waiting for that little ‘delievered’ alert to at least turn to ‘read’.
it didn’t.
not for a long while, at least. you ended up leaving his place only about half an hour after you sent the message, seeing no reason to just sit there overthinking it. but you did anyway. you tried your damnedest to go about your day, getting some of your own errands done, getting a matcha from your favourite cafe all the way across town, doing a little shopping for other people’s christmas gifts. you wanted to distract yourself from the nagging voice in the back of your brain that whispered, ‘where’s chris at?’, ‘what’s he doing?’, ever so slowly making your way to, ‘you’re not special,’ and, ‘he got bored of you, silly.’
you knew you were probably overreacting—being overly dramatic in a way you knew chris wouldn’t like if he could hear your thoughts now. i mean, it’s not like you’d be that upset if he had gotten tired of you; he was only some good dick and person to keep you company… nearly every day for the past three months. the amount of time didn’t matter much, did it? you still wouldn’t be offended. definitely not hurt, either. besides, he was just texting you perfectly fine yesterday, even asking you to come over midday while he had the smallest sliver of free time. he’d spread your legs on his couch, kissing the inside of your thigh so tenderly before his head lowered, then he… okay, yeah, you needed to know where he was.
now, with the time nearing nine at night as you sat on your own couch in your own apartment, you were left alone with nothing but your thoughts. your roommate had texted you hours ago to tell you she was staying with her boyfriend tonight, and you’ve been mentally punching the air since then, nearly out of distractions. and by the looks of it? your last resort was rapidly becoming less and less effective. the show you’d put on had lost your attention pretty quick.
with an annoyed grunt, you finally caved, picking up your phone to check the notification center in hopes you just missed his text. you didn’t, finding yourself sighing as you went to set your phone back down. that was, until you felt the buzz in your hand, making you snap your neck to get a look.
the buzz wasn’t from chris, though — at least, not directly from him. instead, rather unexpectedly, it was from twitter. a post from chris, far different from anything you imagined you’d see today. so of course you clicked it, actually letting out a quiet breath of relief as you immediately told yourself he must’ve been busy with his executives. and you were right, he was surely busy.
that wave of relief was quickly washed away, your brows raising at the sight before you. it was a short clip of chris plowing into some faceless blonde with big tits, the mic picking up the way she moaned and whined in such a forced way. he was grabbing and squeezing at them like he loved this (i mean, shit, he wasn’t even a boobs guy), rocking his hips in a way you’d almost never seen before. such force behind each thrust, the loud slapping of skin on skin making you quietly question if it hurt that way. this was so unlike him, even more surprising than him being void of messaging today. this completely disregarded the initial intent for his content—authentic, homestyle movies. the caption only contained the hub link, telling people to watch the full video there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
dread. that sounds about right.
a look of dread spread across your face, as if you’d just witness and lived through your biggest fear firsthand. except it wasn’t your biggest fear; at least, you didn’t think it was. you knew whatever you had with chris wasn’t a forever thing. you knew he’d find a new hookup eventually, someone who aligned with his lifestyle more, probably more experienced in bed, giving chris something in return instead of just lying there and taking it the way you did. you just didn’t expect it to happen so quick, like this, of all ways. you’d hoped that, at the very least, you would’ve moved onto something better before then.
without thinking, you found yourself in chris' messages again, seeing the 'delivered' alert still there like a taunt. it was a slap in the face, really. not even the fact that he'd went and filmed with someone else, but the way he'd so clearly purposely failed to give you any type of warning.
once you'd sent the message, seeing the little text below your blue message change to 'read' instantly, it all suddenly felt pointless — all the worrying throughout the day, the dread you felt when you watched the short clip chris posted, the hurt when you saw he ignored your message, and now, even the message you literally just sent to him.
a/n. bringing this backkkk !! now i have all the chapters prewritten so you ( hopefully ) won't have to wait a year for the next part ... who cheered ?
part one — silly 'addicts' groupchat texts ft. my frat au (matt, chris, sap, cherry, nick, and nate)
disclaimer. these are all screenshotted and shared from cherry’s phone !
a/n. apologies for any typos and / or weird cropping ! i made these all for fun last night cs i realized i haven't really given y'all much recently. sorry for the lowk low effort post, but i think these are funny and at least slightly entertaining, so lmk if you guys want more !!
chris always noticed the way you looked at him when he mowed the lawn shirtless, or stretched his arms up to reach the top shelf in the garage. but today, you weren’t just looking. you were touching — fingers dancing along the thick line of muscle on his arm like you’re memorizing it.
“you ever get told how sexy your arms are?” you asked mindlessly, leaning against the kitchen island, voice lazy with flirtation.
chris stepped closer. “only by women who know how to use their mouths.”
you blinked slowly, lips parting like you were about to say something clever, but chris didn’t give you the chance. one tug to your hips and your body was pressed tight against the counter, breath hitching as his palm smoothed over your lower back, trailing under your shirt.
you didn’t wear a bra. chris took his time enjoying that fact, dragging his fingers across your bare skin until you arched slightly, silently begging for more.
“you really like my arms, huh?” he murmured against your ear, one hand curling around your throat just enough to make you shive, “let’s see how much.”
he turned you around and bent you over the counter, pulling your shorts down just enough to get what he needed. no teasing. at least not with the way you were already squirming.
when chris slid into you, it was slow at first — his shaft thick pulsing — just to hear the way your breath hitched and your dainty fingers clawed helplessly at the counter. you pushed back into him with a soft gasp, your hips rolling instinctively, oh so greedy for more.
he chuckled darkly behind you. “that needy for me already?” his voice was rough, the sound scraping low in his throat. “thought you liked my arms, baby.”
chris brought one forearm up beside your head, flexing slightly as he braced his weight there, the other hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks. “go ahead,” he said, leaning down until his lips brushed your shoulder, “bite.”
and you did just that. mouth parting, teeth sinking into the thick muscle of his bicep just as he thrust into you harder, rougher. the sound you made was wild, muffled by his skin, and your whole body trembling from the inside out.
he groaned at the pressure of your bite — at the way you held onto him like you’d fall apart if you let go. “that’s it,” he growled. “hold on tight. y’gonna feel me for days.”
a/n. and if you try to tell me those pics don’t give dilf you’re a fuckin lie 😒
the concept of chris sturniolo having obvious severe commitment issues, lowk weird takes on women and romantic relationships with them, being ‘afraid of having a girlfriend’, and admitting to putting his ‘bros’ first in the (albeit hypothetical) scenario of them cheating while dodging the fuckboy male manipulator allegations without breaking a sweat
if cowgirl had no fans, matt would be dead. and as much as he likes seeing your pretty face twisting in pleasure while you grind and bounce on his dick, what he really loves is watching your ass recoil.
with one had on your hip, and the other stretched out cupping your boob, he couldn’t find it in himself to hold back any noises that fell from his lips. he laid with his head against his pillows as grunts and whimpers filled the room, an almost angelic harmony that followed each snap of your ass on his hips.
“k- keep doing that—shittt. m’gonna cum so hard,” he praised, eyes following your ass as you practically twerked on his aching length.
when your head whipped around to look at his fucked out expression, matt swore he could’ve busted on the spot. a strained groan came from his throat, thighs tensing under your hand. “you doin’ okay back there, pretty boy?” you asked, a small chuckle following as you continued at your deliberate pace, velvety walls massaging him in all the right ways.
“so good, mama,” he instantly replied, a little out of breath from all the noise he was making, “b- but wait, please,” he suddenly gasped, flying up from his pillow and dropping his hand to stop your bouncing.
you let out a whine elicited from a mix of confusion and frustration, brows furrowing as his face dropped into your shoulder blade. “just need to… i- i don’t wanna cum yet so just let me—“ he started, voice trailing off as both his hands slithered up your sides, fingertips light on your slightly sweaty skin.
“matt, we just started,” you tried to argue, only to find yourself moaning softly when he pinched your nipples.
before you could come up with another complaint, his soft, wetted lips met the space between your shoulder blades, placing delicate open mouthed kisses that caused heat to spread beneath them. “keep going,” he urged, pushing you forward a bit to feel you grinding on his sensitive cock, “just wanna last, and… be good for you,” he added, his voice almost coming out in a whimper when he felt you begin to move on you own, allowing his hands, now cupping both of your breasts, to kneed them tenderly.
candy roulette ⊹ ࣪ ˖ in which chris playfully offers candy from his mouth to your own while you two settle down for a halloween movie marathon, only to get impatient and end up kissing you messily | wc. 338
you’re sprawled out on the couch with a blanket over your lap, halloween movies flickering on the tv and an open bag of candy between you. chris doesn’t bother grabbing a piece the normal way — of course he doesn’t. instead, he pops one into his own mouth, leans over, and smirks at you like he’s got the best idea in the world.
“open up,” he teases, voice muffled because of the candy tucked behind his teeth.
you roll your eyes, but you do it anyway, tilting your chin up just enough for him to lean closer. he dangles the candy halfway into your mouth, playful and infuriating all at once, and every time you think he’s going to let you take it, he pulls back with a smug little laugh.
“you’re the worst,” you mumble, lips brushing his when you say it.
“nah,” he grins, “the best.” and this time, instead of handing over the candy, he kisses you
the heated makeout’s hot and sticky from the sugar, his lips sliding over yours, tongue slipping past your teeth with a cocky ease that makes you shiver. he tastes sweet and sharp all at once, like chocolate melting between your mouths, and it’s messy.
his teeth click against yours, your lips slick and swollen almost immediately, both of you laughing a little into it when he bites at your bottom lip just to hear the sound you make.
you try to push at his chest, but he just presses closer, hand sliding under the blanket to grip your thigh, dragging his thumb higher and higher until you forget what you were protesting about.
he pulls back for a second, lips shiny, breathing uneven, eyes dark. “yeah,” he says, voice rough, “this is definitely what i needed.”
then he’s kissing you again without elaboration, harder this time, swallowing your laugh when you tug at his hoodie, both of you a little breathless, a little reckless, and way too lost in each other to care about the movie or the candy anymore.
a/n. first week of kinktober downn, see y’all next week :)
