OH MY GODDDDDD IM LITERALLY SCREAMING AND RIPPING MY HAIR OUTTTTT😻😻😻😻😻

It's really embarrassing to think that the lady screaming at the triplets probably has kids.. and TOOK her child/children there..

LIKE IMAGINE THAT BEING YOUR MOM?? ID BE SO EMBARRASSED IF THAT EVER HAPPENED😟

How she felt when they ended the show early bc of her:

「 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 ’𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺 」

ᯓ 𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 + 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒃𝒚 @malsmind «𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏» ────

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ strangers to something ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ pet names ⋆ pussy eating ⋆ munch!chris ⋆ (kinda) mean!chris ⋆ dom!chris ⋆ fingering ⋆ degradation kink? ⋆ praise kink ⋆ edging? ⋆ squirting + more.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟑 𝒌

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: This is a collab with @malsmind (aka my baby momma) It took me 3 business days to write this ’cause I’m so fucking slow like that (ty for being patient Mal, luv uuu).

𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅: English is not my first language!

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: What happens when Chris actually ends up reading your anonymous confession out loud?

Act 1: Chris is definitely not a munch...

You sat on one of the seats in the third row from the front, nibbling on your bottom lip as you smoothed out your pink t-shirt that had "Certified Munch" written in capital letters on the front. You had incorporated the tee so well in your outfit that no one paid much attention to it—not like they could with all the excitement buzzing in the air.

Your heart thumped against your ribcage in anticipation as you waited for the triplets to appear. The countdown began and everyone went crazy, screaming the numbers as it decreased down to 1.

The cheers were loud when the triplets appeared. Screams of excitement filled the air when they laughed and talked on the microphone, greeting their fans before making themselves comfortable on the sofas.

About 15 minutes in, Chris stood up and brought a briefcase to the table in between the two sofas as Nick and Matt talked about the anonymous confessions from the last tour. Chris handed Nick a few q-cards before walking over to the sofa Matt sat at, handing him half of the remainder of the cards before sitting down beside him.

Nick had the honour to read out the first confession, then it was Chris’ turn.

"It might seem like a hot take and I might be wrong but Chris is definitely not a munch..." As Chris began reading the confession, his brows furrowed, voice getting more quieter with each word as his brain worked to comprehend what he just read out loud.

Your eyes widened slowly when you heard what you wrote being read out loud by none other than Chris himself. You were not expecting him to read yours. You had written the anonymous confession as a joke, thinking they would never read it in front of a whole damn crowd.

The triplets exchanged a glance, confused as to how the card was in there even though they had sorted out which ones to read and which ones to not.

The auditorium filled with giggles from those that understood what it meant and small murmurs from people that weren’t quite getting it.

After a few awkward seconds, Chris burst out laughing, reading the card again as he shook his head in amusement. "Wow... Who even wrote this?" He chuckled, eyes raking the crowd until it landed on you—he knew immediately that it was you.

What gave it away? C’mon now, you were wearing such a bold t-shirt—it’s too much of a coincidence not to be you.

You quickly shook your head no when they asked if you wanted to elaborate. Even though you were the one that wrote such a crude thing, you weren’t ready to confront it or be confronted about it.

Nick and Matt made some jokes here and there before it was Matt’s turn to read out a confession. Chris, however, had an unreadable expression on his face as he looked at the crowd before shifting his attention back to Matt when he started to read the next confession.

Act 2: Meet Chris backstage?

After the show ended, people were getting ready to leave and so were you. That’s when a security guard – you saw when you first entered the stadium – suddenly approached you.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stood up from your seat with your bag, afraid that you had gotten into trouble from the stunt you pulled with the anonymous confession.

The security guard spoke before you could ask him what was wrong. "Chris asked me to bring you backstage." You froze, blinking rapidly as you muttered out a very confused "what?" making the guy repeat himself.

You couldn’t believe it.

Chris? As in the Christopher Sturniolo asking you to come backstage? Yeah, it had to be a sick joke. But the security guard didn’t look like he was joking and that was messing with your head.

In the end, you followed the security guard backstage, still very much confused and nervous, but now with growing excitement.

As you walked further down a corridor and towards a room labelled "personnel only", the realization that you were indeed meeting Chris was heavy, enough to take your breath away.

As you entered the room, there he was; Chris Sturniolo. Your heart was beating so hard that you could hear it in your ears when he looked up from his phone. A slow smirk plastered on his lips as he stood up from the couch he was sitting on and walked towards you.

The security guard walked out of the room, leaving you two alone in the room. The room felt so small even though it was spacious enough. The air felt thick, enough to make you feel like you were suffocating as you swallowed hard.

"So..." Chris drawled, his head tilting slightly as his eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. "You’re the one who wrote that munch shit?" He barely hid his amusement, his voice thick with unspent laughter.

You could only nod your head, embarrassed by the sudden unexpected confrontation. Chris’ smirk widened when he took in your nervousness—it only emboldened him.

"What did you mean by that?" He asked on purpose, knowing exactly what you meant but it wouldn’t be so fun to just let it go that easily now would it?

"By what?" You asked back dumbly, your brain short-circuiting as you tried to comprehend the fact that you were talking to Chris. He didn’t even give you a moment to collect yourself as he moved closer, standing so close that you could feel his body heat.

"What did you mean by... not a munch?" His voice was slightly quieter, more intimate as he held eye contact—obviously testing you, wanting to see your reaction.

"You, um, just don’t seem like the type to enjoy giving head...?" Your words came out more as a question, as if you were doubting it yourself. Cursing internally, you let out a barely audible sigh, slightly annoyed by how much you were stammering.

You weren’t usually this nervous or quiet when talking to people, but something about the way he was looking at you; the way he was smirking smugly like he could read your thoughts; the way there was a hint of blatant teasing in his tone—it all left your knees weak.

"Tell me." He began, pausing to make you squirm—which he succeeded in doing. "How do you know if I enjoy eating pussy or not?" He asked bluntly, causing your breath to stutter.

"I don’t know..." You mumbled, feeling wetness pool in your panties from the way he was talking to you. You were getting so damned turned on and Chris wasn’t even doing anything, just asking you a few simple questions.

It was almost laughable how affected you were.

"Well, now I wanna prove to you that I do in fact enjoy it a lot." His smirk widened, knowing damn well what he was doing to you.

He stepped closer until his body touched yours, slowly backing you towards the nearest wall as you blinked rapidly, stumbling slightly as your breath hitched again. "Wha-" The words you tried to say died in your throat before you could say them.

"Jus’ wanna prove you wrong, baby." He said, tilting your face slightly up with his hand and leaning down as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His breath ghosted over your lips, causing them to part subtly.

"Or are you gonna be stubborn and go around spreading bullshit about me when you don’t know shit?" He whispered harshly against your lips and you quickly shook your head no, making him smirk smugly.

"Good girl."

Act 3: Prove ’em wrong

Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, eyes rolling back in your skull as Chris’ mouth devoured your cunt. Your fingers curled in his hair, tugging at the strands as your thighs trembled subtly where it sat on his shoulders.

Chris moaned against your pussy, his fingers digging possessively in the supple flesh of your ass as he pulled you closer to his face.

"So fucking good." He groaned as he pulled back, sitting up. His fingers replaced his mouth, two long digits slowly sliding inside your greedy cunt and curling upwards to rub against that spongy spot that made your eyes roll back involuntarily.

"Here?" He smirked, pressing harder against your sweet spot, eliciting a needy moan from you. "Feels soo good doesn’t it?" He taunted as he started to finger-fuck you, holding your hips down with his free hand to stop you from bucking your hips.

Chris let out an airy chuckle when he heard the desperate noises slipping past your lips. "You’ve to be a little quieter, ma..." He trailed off, his smirk widening as he continued. "Unless you want people to hear what a fucking whore you are."

Your face burned with embarrassment and humiliation, but there was a spark of what seemed like... excitement? The degrading words only succeeded in doubling your pleasure, getting you closer and closer to the edge as you clutched onto the couch cushions for dear life.

"Fuuck, y’hear that?" He groaned, referring to the wet squelches from his fingers ramming into your sopping pussy over and over again. "S’fucking wet... All because of me." He breathed out, trying to hide how much this was affecting him.

He felt your inner muscles flutter around his fingers, your moans growing in both volume and desperation as you got closer to coming undone, but Chris wasn’t done with you yet.

A pathetic whine escaped you when he pulled out his fingers, sucking your juices off of them with a delighted hum. His lips curled at the corners and you knew that he was well aware of what he was doing to you.

"So pretty." He ran his thumb over your swollen, pulsating clit, making you jump slightly from how sensitive you were, a needy whimper tumbling out before you could stop it.

"Such pretty noises," he muttered under his breath, but it was loud enough for you to hear and it sent shivers down your spine. You were sure that Chris felt your body tremble, judging by the way his smirk widened into a smug grin.

"You want more?" He asked, his hands now caressing your thighs as he waited for your reply even though he knew the answer already, but he wanted to hear you say it.

Chris clicked his tongue when you nodded. "Ah-ah, words baby, use your words." You were too far gone to care about how desperate you sounded as you whimpered. "Please, Chris... I need you- your fingers, your mouth- anything, please..."

"Theere you go." He drawled. "Wasn’t so hard now was it?"

His head dipped down again, arms wrapping around your thighs as he pulled you closer to him. His tongue flattened out to lick stripes up your slit before his thumbs spread open your folds. The sight of your glistening pussy made him salivate as he swallowed hard, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

He leaned in and closed his lips around your clit, sucking gently as his fingers prodded at your entrance before slipping inside again. A whiny sound ripped from your throat as your eyes rolled back briefly before closing shut. You were seeing stars from the suction on your clit from his mouth.

Your increasingly loud moans spurred him on, making him redouble his efforts to push you over the edge.

Your body tensed, thighs trembling slightly as your breath hitched—coming in short gasps. Chris groaned against your pussy when he felt your insides contract around his fingers, pulsing rhythmically all while greedily pulling him in deeper.

"Ch-chris-- I’m gonna—ffuuuck--" Your breath hitched, your mouth opening in a silent scream as your eyes snapped open, landing on the delicious sight between your legs.

A low drawn out moan left your lips when the pressure in your stomach finally burst—white-hot pleasure running through your whole body.

Chris gasped softly when a clear liquid sprayed out, making him recoil back from surprise. He blinked, brain short-circuiting as his fingers stilled inside you before finally realising that you were squirting.

"Fuuck, did you just squirt? That’s so fucking sexy." He groaned as his fingers started to pound into you without waiting for a response, purposely curling up to hit your g-spot in hopes to make you squirt again.

You were so sensitive from orgasming that you could feel your second release approaching terrifyingly quickly. Your eyes widened as you clutched onto his arm—trying to ground yourself from the intense pleasure and also to distract yourself to not cum so quickly.

Chris’ head was in between your thighs before you knew it, eating you out like you were his last fucking meal. Your hips bucked—only to get held down by his free hand. You could only lay there and take it as his mouth and fingers worked you to the edge again.

It was a matter of seconds before you were cumming all over his face—quite literally. He wasn’t surprised this time around, just kept eating you out even as you gushed all over him, lapping up your release like it was his favourite ice cream.

You nearly forgot where you were as you moaned loudly until Chris’ hand left your hip and clamped over your mouth instead, effectively muffling your cries of pleasure.

He kept licking and sucking your sensitive bundle of nerves all while his fingers petted your gummy walls until you were boneless, small whimpers being muffled by his hand.

Chris pulled back to admire the sight of your trembling body, proud of his handiwork. His hand and face were coated in your release and the sight made your stomach do somersaults.

He didn’t even need you to tell him that you were wrong with your anonymous confession—he already knew your answer since your body answered it for him. A satisfied smirk plastered on his lips as he walked over to the small table in the corner of the room to retrieve tissues and wet wipes.

He began cleaning up your inner thighs when he came back, making sure you were clean before cleaning up his face, hand and the couch, from your release, watching with a mischievous gleam in his eyes as you shakily wore your lace panties back on.

"Cute shit you got there." He commented, tossing the used wet wipes and tissues in the trash can. "You into that? Cute lacy sets?" He teased, chuckling softly to himself when you nodded, finding you more and more adorable.

Chris was painfully hard, adjusting himself in his pants as he manspread, trying to relieve the tension. He saw you looking at his lap, making him spread his legs more without even realising it.

"You need... um, help? With that?" You gestured vaguely at his lap, running a hand through your hair as you tried to fix it.

Chris just shook his head with a soft chuckle. "Nah, I’m fine, you jus’ worry about fixing your clothes, can’t go around looking so edible." He grinned, and you couldn’t help a chuckle at his words.

Fuck, how much you loved this man.

As you two sat on the couch – fixing yourselves and drinking water – you suddenly remembered that you had an instant film camera in your bag. You quickly walked over to the table to get it as Chris raised an eyebrow at your enthusiasm.

"Can we take a picture?" You asked as you walked back to the couch where Chris was.

"Now? After I ate you out like my life depended on it?" He teased, but didn’t say no as he stood up, running a hand through his hair to fix it but only succeeded in making it messier instead.

Chris took the camera from you as he pulled you into his side, his arm wrapping around your waist before angling the camera to capture you both.

You smiled for the picture, relaxing against him. A short shuttering sound came from the camera before a small picture slowly slid up from the top. Chris took it when it was fully out, shaking it firmly before he held it still in his hand, watching as the ink slowly darkened.

"Can you write your signature too?" You decided to use the opportunity to ask for his signature as well—which he gladly wrote down on the back. He wrote something else after his signature, but you were too dazed from the whole experience to notice it.

Chris handed you the picture and your camera, his fingers lingering on yours for a beat before he took his hands away, looking away as he cleared his throat.

After a few seconds, he looked back at you again with a friendly smile on his face, but his gaze lingered on your lips like he was longing for it—telling a very different story from the smile he was giving you.

You put the picture and camera in your bag, fixing your t-shirt one last time, not even noticing the way he was looking at you.

"Well..." He paused, looking into your eyes when you looked at him, searching yours with his blue ones. "It was a pleasure to meet you-" Before he could say anything else, his phone rang, breaking the moment between you two.

Chris let out a soft sigh when he saw the caller id.

"Nick’s calling me, probably wondering where I am... I gotta go." He flashed you an apologetic smile. "See you around." He pulled you into a quick hug before walking towards the door.

Chris looked back and waved slightly, flashing you a teasing smirk before he walked out of the room, leaving your heart beating rapidly from the encounter.

See you around, huh?

As you walked out of the stadium a few minutes later, you rummaged through your bag and took out the picture, biting back a wide grin as you looked at it. Your heart skipped a beat when you turned the picture around, seeing a phone number written below Chris’ signature with "Let’s keep in touch :)" written beside it.

No. Fucking. Way.

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

Felt like the fuckin cream machine while reading this🙏

mean!chris x shy!reader

✰ content warning: smut, getting caught, pornography, mutual masturbation, vouyerism/exhibitionism, dirty talk, sneaking around, enemies to lovers

✰ summary: while staying the night with nick and matt, you accidentally stumble upon chris jerking off to porn, and in the heat of the moment, despite the fact that neither of you get along, he invites you to join him

idk who first wrote mean!chris or shy!reader, so I can't give proper credits, but I feel like it's definitely been written before, so credits to everyone who did it before me!

dividers by @/anitalenia

Lights Turned On

chapters: | 1 |

"What the hell do you think you're doing in here?" Chris demanded, silencing his mic as he sat shirtless in front of his laptop, gaming with his friends. He didn't even bother looking up at you, continuing to tap away on his controller. However, he could see your silhouette slip into his room out of the corner of his vision.

His room was dark, the only light coming from the glow of his screen, giving his blue eyes an almost ethereal look. He smelled faintly of aftershave and body wash, and the damp look of his hair indicated to you that he had just taken a shower.

Despite the close bond you'd had with his two brothers, Chris had never warmed up to you in the same way Matt and Nick had. He was always acting cold towards you, making snide comments, and doing just about anything he could to get under your skin.

It might not have bothered you so much if you hadn't been secretly crushing on him since you met him. Despite how painfully obvious it was, it was something that none of the brothers had picked up on, including Chris.

In some ways, you were disgusted with yourself for finding Chris attractive. He was messy, loud, inconsiderate, and rather mean to you most of the time. You just couldn't help but always want to be around him and look at him. You just wanted him to notice you and pay attention to you, even if he was poking fun at you.

"Spit it out. You lost or somethin'?" He asked, slipping a headphone off his ear and peering up at you over his computer with a mixture of annoyance and frustration that you hadn't answered his question. "I'm looking for some extra pillows and blankets. We're having a movie night downstairs. Matt and Nick said you might have some."

Chris rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, check that closet. Should be some in there." You made your way over to his closet door, resting your hand on the cold metal of the knob and tugging it open. Just like Chris had said, he had both extra blankets and pillows neatly placed on the top shelf.

As you stood on your tippy toes, trying to reach them, just barely grazing the wool fabric with the tips of your fingers, you heard a chuckle from behind you. Then Chris said something into his mic about stepping away from the game for a second, and he took off his headphones, placing them on the edge of his desk before he approached you, seeming even more irritated now.

Your heart raced as you felt the warmth of his body as he came up behind you, his chest nearly touching your back as he retrieved the bedding from the top shelf of his closet with ease. You spun around, and Chris was shoving the blankets into your arms with an unamused look on his face that you could barely make out in the dark.

"You're fuckin' helpless, you know that?" He rasped before making his way back over to his gaming chair. You could feel blood rush to your cheeks as you stood in place, your heartbeat hammering away in your chest and your stomach fluttering from how close he had just been to you.

Your gaze danced over his flared nostrils, his pouty lips, and his concentrated expression that were all lit up by the blue light of his computer. You didn't mean to gawk, but God, he looked so pretty when he was annoyed. "You need somethin' else?" He asked, his eyes locked onto you from above the screen of his laptop again.

You dumbly shook your head no, not moving from where you stood, clutching the blankets in your arms. "Then scram. I'm busy," he huffed, his eyes dropping back down to his game. Embarrassed by how flustered he had gotten you and hoping that he hadn't noticed, you fled without saying another word.

Downstairs, you and the other brothers were bundled up under the blankets with a bag of popcorn sitting between the three of you as the movie started. You, Nick, and Matt stayed up late, whispering and laughing amongst yourselves until your voices started to drop off and were replaced by the sounds of rhythmic breathing and quiet snoring.

By the time the movie had ended and the credits were rolling, both Matt and Nick were sound asleep on either side of you, and you were fluttering in and out of consciousness. You contemplated joining them in their slumber, giving yourself over to sleep and cocooning yourself up in the mess of blankets that Chris had given you earlier in the night.

However, the light from the TV made that nearly impossible, and as you reached up to rub your tired eyes, you felt the old, dry mascara that was still caked to your lashes. You let out a sigh, knowing you couldn't sleep like this, at least not comfortably.

You quietly stood to your feet, carefully stepping over one of the boys to go shut off the source of the bright light. It took your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, and before nestling back into the bedding strewn across the floor, you decided to head up to Nick's room to grab your toothbrush and facewash.

You tiptoed up the stairs, hoping not to wake anyone as you slowly guided yourself through the darkness with the rail of the banister. You reached the top of the steps, and as you started to head towards Nick's bedroom, you heard a sound that made your stomach flip. It was coming from Chris' room.

You silently approached his cracked door, and the closer you got, the more clearly the lewd noises came through. You heard heavy breathing and soft moaning, whimpering almost. You peered in, taking in the sight of Chris leaning back against his headboard, still shirtless, one hand holding his phone sideways and the other moving rapidly beneath his blanket.

Your breath caught in your throat as it dawned on you what he was doing. The brightness of his phone lit up his face, giving you a view of every detail - his hooded blue eyes, his softened facial features, and his pink lips curling into a blissful smile. He looked more attractive now than ever.

You could hear the sound of him furiously pumping his length and the sound of his moans escaping him complimented by the noises that played from his phone. "Fuck," he whispered, his breath and the stroke of his hand both speeding up rapidly.

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't take your eyes off of him, and you could tell he was nearing the edge. You lingered in his doorway, biting down on your lip as you felt a familiar warmth spreading in your lower stomach. A wetness pooled between your legs, and you squeezed your thighs together to relieve some of the built-up tension.

You were so enthralled by the scenery, sticking your head so far in through the door that you didn't notice how close you were to touching it until your hand brushing against it made it creak open wider. The sound startled him, snapping him back to reality and pulling him out of his sexual fantasies.

Chris immediately ceased the motion of his hand and shut off his phone screen. You gasped, too stunned to move. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw your silhouette in the doorway. "Jesus! You scared the fuck out of me," Chris chuckled, realizing he'd definitely been caught.

"I-I'm sorry. I was just going to Nick's room," you managed to squeak out, completely embarrassed you'd been caught peeping on him. "You forget which room was his or somethin'?" He teased you, his voice lower and softer this time.

He continued to slowly stroke himself under his blanket, thinking it was too dark for you to see, but you knew what he was doing. "What? You want a private show or somethin'?" Chris snickered, his voice laced with sarcasm, but you didn't pick up on the joke.

You swallowed hard, your words caught in your throat. You bit down on your lip and curled your fingers tightly around the edge of the door as you silently waited in the entry way for what felt like an eternity.

"Jesus, kid. Either come in and close the door or fuck off," he responded in a hushed voice, sounding a bit annoyed that you'd interrupted him, but you figured if he were that annoyed with you, he would've only given you one option - fuck off.

You took a step forward, officially crossing the barrier between the hallway and his bedroom. You pushed the door closed, sounding the faint click of the latch as it locked into place.

His eyebrows flew up in shock, realizing you really did want a private show. He'd given you the first option half-heartedly, certainly not expecting you to take him up on it, but the realization that you wanted to stay made his cock pulse in his grasp.

His breath was soft and quiet, but you could hear it becoming more shallow as he continued to pump his length. "C'mere. I won't bite. Unless you want me to," he hissed, his voice low and full of lust as he patted the bed beside him, inviting you to come closer.

You slowly approached him, half-expecting him to start teasing you for wanting to watch or pull some kind of mean prank on you. "Light on?" He asked, making your stomach flip even more. "Sure," you quietly mumbled. Chris switched on the lamp on his bedside table, the soft yellow glow lighting up the one corner of his room that you two were in.

His eyes met yours before your gaze traveled back down to his hand, moving slowly beneath the blanket. Chris' eyes followed you as you sat down next to him, and the way he looked at you starting to shift.

He always just saw you as his brothers' annoying friend who was around all the time, always needing something. However, he found himself getting excited by the idea of you being interested in what he was doing beneath the covers. He never expected this scenario to play out, especially not with you.

The air between the two of you was thick with tension, and Chris waited in anticipation for you to make the next move. "What were you watchin'?" You asked, curiously glancing at his phone that was resting on his chest facedown.

An expression of both interest and surprise crossed his face at your question. He chuckled, reaching for his phone and picking it up with his free hand. "You mean what was I watchin' before you barged in here and interrupted me?" He laughed. "Porn. Obviously," he sneered, his snarky attitude never faltering.

"No shit. What kind?" You wondered aloud, growing more confident and more curious as Chris responded with vague answers. "I mean, it must have been really hot with the way you were going at it." His lips curled into a smug smile, realizing why you were asking.

"Why? Wanna watch with me?" He wondered, searching your face for a reaction. Your eyes subtly widened, and you slowly nodded. You couldn't believe Chris was going to share with you the kinds of things he liked to get off to. The vulnerability of the moment had you more turned on than you'd ever been in your life.

He unlocked his phone, turning the screen so that both of you could see it. "Just this slutty little redhead taking two cocks at once," Chris lustfully responded, continuing to stroke himself under the blanket.

Of course, even in the way he described the video, he couldn't help but talk about the woman in a degrading manner. Typical.

You hated that you found that kind of hot.

When you felt yourself clenching around nothing at the way he described the scene, you wondered where the hell your self-respect had gone, and then you started to wonder if you'd had any at all to begin with, considering you were getting wet over a jerk like Chris.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to the video that Chris played, picking back up where he had left off. It was a woman on all fours, bent over the arm of a couch while one guy was pounding into her from behind, smacking her ass, and the other guy was fucking her mouth, gently running his fingers through her hair and pushing her head down to take more of him.

The volume was low, but you could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin and the sound of the woman moaning around the second man's cock. She looked like she was really enjoying herself, being the center of their attention.

You found your hand wandering south and slipping into the waistband of your shorts. As if you had no control over it, you began to soothe the aching feeling between your legs, your middle finger gently tracing your folds and teasing your slit, your gaze locked onto the scene that played out in front of you.

"If you're not into this, you don't have to watch it, but I'm not changing it," Chris replied, his voice trailing off at the end as his eyes left the screen for a moment and wandered over towards you. His breath hitched as he noticed the placement of your right hand, telling him all he needed to know about what you thought of the video.

You were gently tracing circles over your clit with your fingertips as you bit down on your lip to keep your moans from escaping. When you became aware that his eyes were on you, you grew self-conscious and brought your movements to an abrupt stop.

"Oh, so you do like this? You wish that were you, huh?" He teased, nudging you in the arm. Your cheeks grew warm at his accusation. "C'mon. Don't be shy. Keep going," he quietly encouraged you. He kept his gaze on you, enthralled by the way you looked while you pleasured yourself.

At first, you were just watching the video, but you couldn't help that your focus started to shift from Chris' phone screen to his hand that was rapidly moving under the blankets. You couldn't keep yourself from picturing what it looked like. A smirk played in the corner of his lip as he realized where your attention was.

"You wanna see it, don't you?" Chris purred, reading the look of desire that was written all over your face and the way your eyes lit up when he offered. You swallowed the lump in your throat and silently nodded. Chris chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. He pulled back the blanket, revealing himself to you.

He let it fall flat against his stomach, gently running his fingertips along the backside as he glanced over at you, searching for your reaction. You were mesmerized. It was a little bigger than average, a few veins decorating his length.

He gripped his shaft and pointed his tip towards the sky, giving you a different perspective. The head was a perfect mushroom shape and bright pink from how swollen it was. A bit of precum glistened, pearling at his slit as he continued manhandling himself.

"I have kind of a strange request," Chris told you, wetting his lips as he stared at your own. "Sure. What is it?" You innocently asked, but your mind was racing with what the next words that were going to leave his mouth would be. He'd been going back and forth for the past several minutes, debating on whether he should ask or not, and he'd finally decided that he couldn't help himself.

"The only downside to just using my hand is, it gets a little dry after a while," he started to say, his voice low and full of lust, hoping you understood where he was going with this. "Do you think you could like.. spit on it?" He nibbled on his lower lip as he waited in anticipation for you to answer. Your eyes widened, his question sparking your interest.

Whether Chris knew it or not, given the circumstances you were in right now, there wasn't a single thing he could ask you for that you wouldn't give to him in this moment. You certainly weren't going to say no to that. "Of course I can," you responded. His facial features softened, surprised by your enthusiasm.

You leaned forward so that you were hovering just a couple of inches above his cock. You gathered some saliva in your mouth, pursed your lips, and let your spit slowly drip out onto his throbbing cock head. He let out a satisfied sigh as your saliva mixed with his clear fluid and slowly spilled down his tip and onto his length.

"Fuck. That's it," he huskily moaned, tossing his head back for a moment, his eyes fluttering closed as he spread it around. You watched the scene before you unfold, Chris massaging the wetness you provided him with into his cockhead.

You slipped your hand back into your waistband, touching yourself alongside him. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and started gently squeezing it, making a twisting motion with his wrist every time he dragged his hand back up his length.

The video was still playing in the background, and the two of you would periodically glance over at it, enjoying the way it heightened the experience. However, you each found your eyes wandering back over towards the other person.

Chris' gaze flicked back and forth between your hand in your shorts and your face, and you did the same, glancing back and forth between Chris' cock and his pleasured expressions, every once in a while, the two of you meeting each other's stare.

"You wanna know a secret?" Chris asked in between his staggered breaths. "Mhmm," you replied in a soft moan, nodding your head. He leaned in a little closer to you, lowering his voice to a volume just above a whisper.

"I love jerking off with an audience. The way you're looking at my cock right now makes it so much hotter than if I were just doing it alone," he admitted, emphasizing every stroke for your benefit. Your eyes widened at his confession.

"You know what else I love?" He asked, a soft moan unfurling from his lips before he licked them. "What?" You asked, excited to hear what incredibly hot thing he was gonna say next. "I really like talking dirty to someone while I jerk off for them," he disclosed, smirking over at you.

"Let's hear it then," you replied with your eyes locked onto his. Chris was taken aback by your boldness, a stark contrast from the seemingly innocent, shy, and reserved demeanor you approached him with in your everyday life.

"You're a very naughty girl for spying on me, you know that?" Chris purred under his breath. "See how hard I am for you? See how hard I get from you watching me? Fuck, I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep looking at it like that.."

His words sent a pulsing to your clit, and you started to rub it faster. He softly moaned, mirroring you and speeding up his strokes. "You like watching me jerk off for you, don't you?" He taunted you, leaning in a bit closer to you again. "I do," you quietly replied.

"I bet if I hadn't caught you, you would've watched me from my doorway until I busted all over my hand," he accused you. You didn't confirm nor deny his claim, but the look on your face said it all. "You've fantasized about this before, haven't you? Watching me stroke my cock for you.." He cooed, his voice trailing off as his breath quickened.

"How do you know that?" You asked, continuing to rub your clit in small, fast circles while the two of you gazed into each other's eyes. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lip as he bit down on it. "It was just a shot in the dark, but the fact that you just admitted to it.. fuck.. that's so hot," he whispered.

It was getting harder for each of you to hold back. The sound of each of you whimpering filled the room, along with the lewd, wet sounds of each of you pleasuring yourselves. You could feel the knot in your stomach forming and threatening to come undone any moment now.

That's when you heard your name unfurl from Chris' lips, followed by him saying in a gravelly voice, "Fuck. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna bust all over my hand just for you." His words made your pussy throb, immediately sending you over the edge. Your whole body started to shake, the muscles in your core spasming.

"Chris.." you softly whined, gazing into his eyes as you came all over your fingers and his sheets that you were clutching onto tightly with your free hand. "Fuck," Chris moaned as he reached his own climax beside you. You peered down at his cock just in time to admire the pearly white substance that had shot all over his stomach and his chest.

Your gaze fell to his hand that was still steadily pumping his length, completely coated in a thick layer of his fluid. You watched as a few final ropes of cum ejected from his swollen tip and started to drip down the sides of his cock.

A guttural sound fell from his lips as he slowed down his strokes, draining every last drop. You each stared at each other, breathlessly, both of your chests heaving in unison. A look of bliss and satisfaction crossed both of your faces as you each sat there, processing what had just happened while you each tried to recover from your respective orgasms.

Chris reached for a dirty shirt that was on the floor to clean his mess up with. He glanced back over at you, still calling his breath back to him as he let out a soft chuckle. "This stays between us, okay? All of it. If you ever tell anyone, I'll deny it and tell them it was some weird, sick dream you had."

You nodded in agreement. You didn't want a single soul knowing that you and Chris had watched porn and gotten off together, and you certainly didn't want them knowing it had happened because you were peeping on him.

"Get back downstairs before one of my brothers wakes up," Chris replied, his intense blue eyes lingering on you. You got up and headed for the door, your heart racing when you realized the two of you had moaned each other's names rather loudly as you'd both finished. You prayed that it hadn't woken anybody up as you reached for Chris' door knob.

"You're so fuckin' pretty when you cum by the way," Chris mumbled from behind you. You stopped for a moment and glanced over your shoulder. "So are you," you said in response, watching Chris scroll through his phone, avoiding eye contact with you.

He chuckled, finding it both comical and endearing that 'pretty' was the descriptor you wanted to go with. "Thanks." Chris switched off his lamp, and you left his room, completely forgetting your toothpaste and facewash in Nick's room.

You tiptoed back downstairs, grateful that everyone was still sleeping soundly.

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Batmobile Matt x fem!reader

summary: matt can't resist you in your catwoman costume...

WARNING: smut, intended lowercase, unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it), praising, softdom matt if you squint, creampie, car sex essentially, not proofread!

A/N: hi! it's my first fic and you all voted for smut on the poll (whores). JK! love you all and hope you enjoy this little blurb! i miss halloween so much so i had to do SOMETHING halloween related. BTW, my inbox is open for any requests, questions or advice seeking. always here if you need help with literally anything. PS. english isn't my first language i am SO SORRY

Matt's hands moved swiftly to tear the crotch of your black bodysuit after you both climbed into the backseat. what did you expect when you decided to dress as catwoman for halloween? his eyes were intense and filled with a hunger you'd never seen on him. the windows fogged of what he called 'his batmobile'. a loud rip sound filled the car when he tore the fabric, shoving your dampened panties aside before working at his own pants.

"so fucking sexy, princess... all dressed up..." he murmured, making your pulse quicken and your breath hitch. rain pattered on the roof and windows of the car in soft droplets, and before you knew it the sound of a soft groan filled your eardrums. you looked down to see Matt's length sprung from his boxers, the tip needy and wet with precum.

"making me so hard..." he whispered before slowly pushing in. a sharp gasp came through your lips at the sensation of his cock splitting you open as your walls wrapped snugly around the girth.

"oh fuck, Matt.." a whine fell from your lips, your hands grasping at his hips.

"fuck... needed you so bad, princess... this pussy was made for me..." Matt groaned, his thrusts quickening causing moans to spill out of you like a string being tugged from your voicebox. the sound of skin slapping against skin in small claps filled the car, Matt's head thrown back.

His jaw was sharp and clenched, the stubble barely visible from the dim lighting of the car interior. the zip of your bodysuit was tugged down enough for your breasts to be free, bouncing up and down like jello with every buck of Matt's hips.

"oh g-god! mmh..!" you whimpered, your gummy walls fluttering around his cock which told him all he needed to know.

"oh yea? gonna cum on me, baby?" Matt cooed, causing you to nod eagerly and his pace to quicken. his thumb came in contact with your sensitive bud, rubbing firm circles.

"ah! oh fuck, M-Matt!" moans ripped from your throat as your orgasm milked him like a warm, greedy vice. eliciting a low moans from Matt's. his bottom lip trapped between his teeth in concentration, one last firm thrust and he was gone.

"fuck! oh god... fuck yea..." he panted heavily, chest heaving as spurt after spurt of his load filled your needy pussy.

after a few moments, you both composed yourselves. kissing messily with his cock remaining buried inside your warmth.

"fucking in the batmobile.." Matt chuckled.

"oh my god you're a child." you scoffed playfully.

love love loveee😍😍

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fluff, kissing, tiktok trend, established relationship, soft!matt but he won't admit it, goofy, idiots in love

requested by @applecidersturniolo !

word count - 700ish

You’re sitting cross-legged on Matt’s bed, holding your phone up for him to see. He’s half-sprawled out next to you, scrolling through his own phone like he’s not that interested, but you can tell he is.

“Do you wanna do this trend with me?” you ask, nudging his arm.

Matt glances over, barely lifting his head. “What trend?”

You flip your phone around, pressing play on the 500 Days of Summer audio. He watches, brows furrowing slightly as it plays. Then, the couple on the screen lunge at each other, kissing so hard they fall out of frame.

Matt’s eyes flick back to you, unreadable for a second. Then, he snorts. “Wait. So we just say the lines and then, like… violently make out?”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “It’s romantic, Matt.”

“Uh-huh.” He’s fighting back a grin now, still acting like he’s above it. “And we have to disappear out of frame?”

“Yes.”

Matt exhales through his nose, staring at you like he’s already regretting agreeing to this. But then he sets his phone down, stretches his arms over his head, and mutters, “Alright. Let’s make some cinema.”

Take one.

The camera is propped up, slightly off-center, the lighting warm and dim. You try to keep a straight face, turning toward him.

“I love The Smiths.”

Matt stares at you blankly.

“Matt,” you whisper, nudging his leg.

He blinks. “Oh, wait. Sorry?”

You dissolve into laughter, covering your mouth. “You’re supposed to say it, not actually be confused.”

Matt groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Okay, okay. Again.”

Take two.

“I love The Smiths.”

“Sorry?”

“I said—”

Before you can even finish, Matt lunges at you. No warning, no hesitation, just full-on crashes into you, completely messing up the timing. You yelp, hands flying up to steady yourself as you both fall out of frame way too soon, almost falling off the bed as you knock the phone also.

The camera catches nothing but the ceiling and a blur of movement.

Silence.

Matt groans, “That was terrible.”

You’re already wheezing, clutching your stomach. “Matt, we looked insane.”

He smiles at you, kissing you anyway before flopping onto his back, staring at the ceiling. “Maybe we are.”

Take three.

This time, you’re focused. You inhale, make sure Matt is actually ready.

“I love The Smiths.”

“Sorry?”

“I said—I love The Smiths.”

And then, perfectly on cue, you both lean in, slow at first—teasing, just the briefest brush of lips, the softest press before you feel the heat of Matt’s breath.

And then, without warning, Matt pulls you in harder, a bit desperate, the kiss deepening immediately. His hands find their way to your hair, tugging you closer as his lips move against yours with a softness that surprises you.

You gasp against his mouth, hands gripping the front of his shirt, and for a second, it feels like it’s just the two of you in this quiet room. The kiss is hungry now, full of little moments that have led up to this, a little bit of teasing, a little bit of need, the world fading away as the kiss intensifies, pulling you off the edge of the bed in the process.

As you both fall, tangled in each other, you end up just out of frame, your bodies twisting as you kiss with the kind of urgency that makes everything feel perfect.

The last shot is just the empty bed, a lamp flickering softly in the background. You shuffle in Matt’s grasp, trying to get closer as he continues kissing you, pulling you even further into him.

When he finally pulls away, breathless, his forehead rests against yours for just a moment before he pulls back slightly, a small smile curling at his lips.

"Was that too much?"

And obviously, when you post it, the comments explode.

“They practiced this. I know they practiced this.” “This is EXACTLY how the trend is supposed to be done.” “Matt looking at her. Stop im so single” “The way he’s definitely watching this back 50 times.”

And Matt? He acts chill, like he doesn’t care that much, but later, when you glance at his phone, you catch a glimpse of the video playing again.

Just once. Maybe twice.

credits to rose for the dividers !! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: some more fluff even though i am anti-fluff this kinda made me smile jsdkhfksjh

taglist: @blushsturns @sturnslutz @snoopychris @sturnshood @sturns-mermaid @chrissweetheart @cowboylikenat @sturnsrecordfaves @camzeecorner @sturniolo101 @courta13 @sweetshuga

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Hi! sorry to bother! but there's a user that goes by @ forevermore777 and he has been banned alot, but he keeps coming back.

Hes a grown man that sexualizes 17 year old ariana greenblatt. he posts in her tag too and he's really gross… :/

pleas report him!! tagging/telling others about this helps!

!!!!!!!

Don’t say it *

Paring: Chris sturniolo x reader

Based of this clip

Summary: In which reader finally comes back form her trip and she surprises Chris.

Warnings: smut ,use of vibrator in public, edging, orgasm denial, p in v, creampie, overstimulation, fingering, spanking, choking, lmk if I missed something ☺️

Once Chris begged you to come home you cut your week trip down to three and left the next morning. 

You payed for your flight which you would’ve asked Chris to pay for it but you wanted to surprise him so you didn’t.

You called an Uber smiling as you got in the car thinking of Chris reaction to you actually coming back home from your trip.

The drive was around 30 minutes so you sat on your phone making TikTok’s. The nice uber man pulled up to the triplets house and helps you with your bags.

“Thank you so much your so sweet” you smiled fishing out a thirty dollar tip. “Have a nice day.” You waved at the man who smiled walking down the driveway back to his car

You walked in the house with grin as you already heard a scream. Looking around you realized it came from upstairs.

You run into Chris’s room placing your bags down. You pull out your phone getting the notification that the triplets were live on twitch.

You giggled joining the live instantly taking in Chris. The way he smiles and the way his wife beater perfectly fits his body.

“Where’s Y/n?” The chat instantly asked and Matt looks at Chris smiling.

“Uhh Chris you wanna answer because last time I answered a question about her you punched me so” Matt shakes his head letting Chris speak.

Chris rolls his eyes “yes I’ll answer a question about MY girlfriend.”

You giggle as he makes it known that you are his. “Guys y/n is in Miami for six whole days! I need need her back.” He fake pouts

The chat instantly started spamming questions about Chris and Y/n. “Just two more days Chris you’ll be fine”

Nick side eyes the boy as he continues to pout. You giggle quickly standing up to make your way up the stairs.

You knock on Matt’s door waiting to see what they would say.

“Fuck no. I don’t play like that!” Nick yells running behind Matt pulling on his jacket.

You open the door instantly smiling. “You’re not about that life Nick.”

The chat goes crazy hearing your voice in the back ground and Chris instantly hopped up holding his heart.

“You actually came!” Chris smiles jumping like a little kid in a candy shop. “For you? Always.” You giggle as Matt and nick side eye each other.

“Pause” they say at the same time making you laugh. You come into the view of the camera quickly waving at the camera with a huge smile.

Chris instantly pulls you into his lap hugging you with the goofy smile on his face. “Chris you know we are still on steam right?”

Matt rolls his eyes going back to reading the chat. You sigh quickly get off this lap sitting beside him. “I missed you to baby.”

You smile at his clinginess now that your back. “Y/n they wanna know why your back so early.” Nick reads as he turns towards you.

You grin turning towards Chris who also as a small grin. “Well…” He shakes his head scooting away form you “don’t say it”

You giggle “ok say basically y’all know how Chris claims he is the boss of our relationship.” You grin air quoting the words the boss.

“Dont-do not say it Y/n. I’m giving you a chance do not say it.” He laughs unable to get his point across.

Nick and Matt smile at the camera. You giggle trying to hush Chris so you can talk “Do not say it Y/n.” You take your finger across his mouth trying to silence him.

It doesn’t affect him as he keeps talking “Y/n. Y/n M/n. Don’t you speak of this.” He stares at you with a straight face.

“Will you hush Chris!” You laughed pushing his arm. He shrugged looking away for a second “okay”

You grin pulling your phone out “okay so basically guys I told Chris-” he interrupted a you with a “you’ve been warned”

You dismissed him as you keep talking. “I told him that I missed him and he is literally a little boy with Hormones so he begged me to come home” you giggle leaving out the part about the pictures you sent him.

Chris looks at you once more “y/n do not say it.” You look at him pausing for a moment and than continuing.

“Okay as I was saying he was begging and when I say begging I mean begging. So I came home for my subby little boy.”

Matt and Nick burst out laughing and Chris turns towards you with a look of disbelief. “Okay okay she’s being dramatic!”

You gasp putting your hands over your heart like your hurt. “Dramatic? Should I pull up the texts Chris because they are bad.”

You giggle as he instantly yells no. “Exactly.” You smile shrugging your shoulders.

The chat comments flooding with comments begging to see the text messages.

“So Chris you’re begging now. Damn kid you are down bad.” Matt laughs looking back at the camera with a smile

Chris shakes his head “Matt I’ll kill you” you giggle giving him a kiss on the cheek. And He pulls away slightly upset

“Oh no he’s actually upset.” The chat mentions making Nick look back at the couple. “Chris it’s okay we all become subby over the things we want.”

Nick teases once more making Chris roll his eyes. “Hahaha so funny” he fakes with a straight face.

“I’m going to go think about life. Bye chat love you guys.” Chris states giving a peace sign to the chat.

You stand doing the same. “Ima go with him guys. Love you chat!” You smile blowing a kiss.

You walk out the room nearly getting whiplash from how hard Chris pulled your body against his.

“You’re gonna fucking regret that Y/n.” You gulp with a smile on your face. Chris doesn’t even grin he keeps a straight face making you nervous.

“And how would that be?” He doesn’t answer you. He just shrug his shoulders and walked away into his room. 

~~

It’s been about two hours since the triplets had gotten of twitch stream and now ya’ll are getting ready for dinner.

You decided to wear something comfy but cute. It was one of Chris’s old grey sweaters and a cute little Jean skirt.

“guys we will be in the car hurry up.” Matt yells form behind Chris’s door. You quickly put on your shoes. But as you turn around to see Chris heading back to the closet.

“What? you forgot something? we gotta go.” You sigh watching him instantly. “I said you were gonna regret what you did earlier baby.”

He comes back with the pink shoe box that you keep the ‘toys’ in. Your eyes instantly widen and Chris takes a look at you with a smile on his face.

“So here’s the deal baby. If you cum, argue with me or even so much as look at me dirty tonight I promise you will regret it.” He walks over to you with the remote control vibrator.

He sits you down on the bed as moved your underwear to the side and inserted a finger into your entrance without warning.

“Mmm-Fuck Chris!” You let out a breathy moan as he starts to pump his hand inside of you.

“Shh baby just need to stretch you out a little.” He coos with fake sympathy. He removes his fingers causing you to whine, but he quickly shushes you by shoving in the vibrator.

You throw your head back as he pulls your skirt back down. Your already frustrated be Chris seems very amused.

“Let’s go baby there waiting.” He kisses you on the cheek before exiting the room.

~~

You were now sat at a booth in your favorite restaurant, you and chris seated across from nick and Matt

Chris hadn’t touched the controller since we left the house and honestly you forgot about it.

The nice server came over and he had the biggest smile on his face. “Hi I’m jack im going to be your server for today. Can I start yall with anything?”

as soon as it was your turn to order, you felt the low vibration inside of me.

You let out a shaken breath trying to keep your self together. But as soon as you opened your mouth to speak, however, the vibration intensified.

“Um can i” you cleared your throat, “ can i have a lemonade please.”

after you struggled through the rest of my order, the waitress collected the menus and walked away looking at you oddly.

“Yo you good? You’re acting odd.” Matt raised an eyebrow looking at you.

Chris brings he hand to your thigh softly squeezing. “Yeah! I’m good.” You smile as the vibrations increase.

You let out a low moan as his hands move up your underwear rubbing small figures 8’s.

he leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “I promise if you cum, you’ll regret it.” He backs away softly smiling at you.

“I cant hold it. Chris please.” He shakes his head removing his hand from your underwear

He turns the vibrator on high then he placed his phone back on the table leaving you quietly panting.

the majority of the dinner went like this, up until the food arrived.

Chris teased you relentlessly, building up your pleasure and taking it away just before you got the chance to release.

tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as the toy pulsated against the sensitive walls of your pussy but you quickly blinked them away as you reached for my fork.

“Y/n? Are you okay.” Nick looks up you with confusion and concern. You let out a dry laugh. “Oh yeah!” You lie once again “I was thinking about this TikTok that I saw last night. Super sad.”

Matt and Chris start laughing once they hear this. They are used to you crying over random things as your a sensitive person.

Chris quickly threw his arm around you rubbing your arm gently, “hey, it’s okay. You’re such a baby” he laughs pretending to coax you knowing damn well what the real problem was.

he gave your arm a squeeze, and you hid your face into his neck. You let out a long sigh as you clenched your legs together.

“Y/n. Don’t fucking do it.” His voice is raspy as he squeezes your thigh. 

You slightly whine “c-chris I can’t hold it” you whisper in his ear.

Your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled back. You gently bit the skin of his neck once your felt your juices leak out of yourself and into your underwear.

“did you just cum?” he asked in a low dangerous voice.

You nod unable to form words. He lets go of you turning off the toy.

He didn’t turn the toy on the rest for the rest of dinner. He kept his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles.

~

when you got back home, both of you said good night to his brothers and he took you to his room without a single word.

As soon as he closed he door he spoke to you “take off your clothes, right now” he spoke firmly, as he did the same to himself.

You quickly do as he says. “What did I tell you y/n?” he sits on the bed, signaling you to lay across his slap.

You gulp doing just that. “Not to cum.” he ran his hand along your ass before giving it a firm slap.

“So you fucking decided to cum with out permission huh?”

Another slap

“Fucking Answer me.” He says as he slaps my ass once more.

“I-I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it.” You yelp as he delivers three more sharp slaps.

“hmm, you just wanna cum so badly, huh? Want me to make you my little cumslut?”

You moan at the thought of it. When you don’t answer he delivers another slap. “Answer me y/n”

You cry out in pain. “Yes! Fuck yes!”

The next thing you knew was his headboard repeatedly slamming against his wall, his thrusts were sharp and hard.

His dick hitting your soft spot over and over again causing you to moan in pleasure.

His hands traced your body like a map he was desperate to memorize, and you responded in kind, drawn to the way he moved, the way he breathed you in. Time slowed, the world outside fading until nothing remained but you two — the heat, the rhythm, the quiet sounds of pleasure shared between y’all.

Your knees are wide in the air as he roughly, slapped, pinched,and fingered you roughly to tease your pussy, he started thrusting roughly and restlessly ignoring your cries of mercy and your begs and continuing to make me moan on pain

“Fuck you feel amazing.” He moans out as he speeds up.

You cry out in pleasure. “Mmph! I’m sorry s-slow down.”

He ignores your pleas, keeping his gaze locked onto yours as he pounds into you relentlessly. A smirk plays on his lips, knowing how much you hate this rough treatment. But he also knows it gets you hot, and right now, that's all that matters.

His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you harder against each brutal thrust. The bed creaks ominously beneath the force of his movements. With a grunt, he leans down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your muffled whimpers.

Breaking the kiss, he growls, “Shut up and take it.” His voice is low and commanding, brooking no argument. He continues his merciless pace, driving deeper with each stroke until you feel him hitting that sweet spot inside you.

You close your mouth wanting, needing his praise his permission.

He notices your compliance and rewards it with a dark, approving hum. His fingers dig into your hips as he picks up speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“That's it, good girl” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “Take my cock like you're supposed to.”

One hand slides from your hip to rub circles over your clit, applying just enough pressure to keep you teetering on the edge of climax. The other hand reaches up to twist and pinch your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core.

“Come on, I know you want to” he coaxes, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Let go for me. Show me what a needy little slut you are for my dick.”

You instantly cum. You don’t break eye contact you just simply moan and whine.

As you come undone beneath him, Chris expression remains impassive, but a flicker of satisfaction crosses his face. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure until you're writhing and gasping for breath.

Only when he feels your walls start to clench and spasm does he allow himself to release, his own climax hitting him like a freight train. He buries himself deep, grinding against your sensitive flesh as he fills you with his seed.

Collapsing on top of you, he's still hard, his weight pressing you into the mattress. After a moment, he rolls off, leaving you dazed and panting on the sheets. Without a word, he stands and walks to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

You lie there, catching your breath, feeling the aftershocks of your intense coupling.

Normally you two would go three or four times but he missed you to much and just wanted to cuddle you.

“So much better than the video you send me.” He finally speaks after a minute. Which causes you to laugh.

You two spend the rest of the night talking about the time y’all spent away from each other. Completely unaware that Nick and Matt were ready to yell at you two in the morning.

First time writing smut… It’s not to good but I’ll get better over time!

Let me know anything I could’ve done differently/ better!



Love, Janae 🎀



suddenly.. I'm horny.