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surprise!— c.s.

part 2 of the rockstar!chris x fangirl!reader au

⋆˙⟡ in which: your fling from masquerade night seems to be much more important than you thought

a/n: this is a really short part sorry guys

cw: nothing really, just swearing— introduction of a NEW CHARACTER!! (yayy)

The line to the venue was miles long.

Okay maybe not miles, but it sure felt like it. It took you fifteen minutes just to find a parking spot, then another ten to walk to the theater. When you finally got in line, you couldn’t even see the theater from where you stood.

You sighed and opened your phone to Instagram, scrolling through to waste time in the line. Then you heard a voice behind you.

“Jesus, it’s gonna take hours to get in there.”

You turned around and spotted a shorter girl with long black hair and brown eyes. She had a thin, upturned button nose and wore red eyeliner that swooped out from the side of her eyes into a lightning bolt pattern. She wore tall, black heeled go-go boots, tiny black jean shorts. Her top was a huge oversized red shirt that was cut at the neckline, going off-the-shoulder and exposing her glittering collarbone. Large silver hoops dangled from her ears.

She saw you looking and grinned so wide, you thought her face might break. “Hi! I’m Kiara. You can call me Kie.” She extended her hand to shake.

You met it with yours, your bracelets clinking as you shook hands and you told her your name.

“I love your outfit, it’s so cute.” She gushed.

“Thanks!” You blushed, not used to positive attention from strangers, especially other girls. When you were in high school, girls seemed to avoid you like the plague.

“Buttt, I feel like it’s missing something.” You raised a brow as she dug through her leather purse and pulled out what appeared to be some kind of oil.

“Body glitter!” Kiara smiled, handing it to you. So that’s how her collarbones were so shiny, you thought.

You chatted as you applied some of the glitter.

“The tickets sold out so fast. I could hardly grab one in time.” Kiara admitted. “But luckily, I got one of the last backstage passes they had left.”

“You have a backstage pass too?” You asked, surprised.

“Yes! It took a hit to my bank account, unfortunately, but this is gonna be so totally worth it.” She said, fidgeting with one of her earrings.

“I got mine for free. I met a guy at the bar last night and he gave me an extra ticket he had.” You shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but knowing that it was the coolest thing to ever happen to you.

“What? That is so fucking amazing! Was he hot?” Kiara leaned in, clearly wanting details.

“Oh, yeah. I mean, at least from what I could see. He had a mask on. You know the masquerade night down at Lucky’s?”

She nodded. “I’ve heard of it. I’ve always wanted to go, but unfortunately it ends up scheduled on a night I’m busy every year.”

“So you don’t even know what he looks like?” Kie asked, popping a piece of gum in her mouth and chewing thoughtfully.

“Nope. But I got his number. We’ve been texting a bit here and there, and like I said, he also has backstage tickets so I should see him tonight. He mentioned he has a brother. Maybe I could hook you up with him.” You joked, nudging her shoulder with yours.

The two of you continued chatting as you neared the venue. When you got closer, you heard a security guard calling out, “Come to the right line if you have backstage tickets!”

You and Kiara switched over to the right-hand line, which was much shorter than the other. You saw a few of the girls in the longer line eyeing you with jealousy as you passed by.

“Damn, fangirls can be bitches sometimes.” Kie whispered to you. You agreed quietly. You both approached the security guard, a tall man with a dark complexion and dreads.

“Backstage tickets?” He asked, voice deep and smooth. You and Kiara each provided your tickets, which he scanned with a device. When he was finished, he handed them back. His hand brushed over Kiara’s as he returned her ticket, and you saw her smile sweetly out of the corner of your eye.

“You guys can follow me.” The guy said, turning around and leading you around the side of the building. As you followed, Kiara leaned over and whispered in your ear.

“He is soooo fine.”

“Oh I could tell that’s what you were thinking from the way you were eye fucking him.” You snickered.

“Was it that obvious?” She pouted, her full bottom lip sticking out.

You decided to spare her the embarrassment of answering that question. Thankfully, you were saved by arriving in front of a double set of doors at the back of the venue. The security guard pulled a key out of his front pocket and twisted it in the lock. The door popped open with a small click, revealing a stage wing.

The guy led you through the wing and into a hallway, where he opened one of many doors. The sign above this particular one said: green room. On each side of the room were counters attached to the walls, underneath horizontal mirrors with circular lightbulbs. In the center sat a nice floral couch and a few old recliners. There was no one else in the room when you entered.

“This is the area where the band will come to meet you before they go on stage. I have to go get the other backstage ticket holders.” The security guard said. “You must stay in this room. If you leave, you’re at risk of getting kicked out.”

You and Kiara glanced at each other, bewildered. His demeanor softened. “Sorry, it’s just a safety and privacy concern. I trust you guys not to leave, though.” His eye glinted as he looked at Kiara. “I’m Ahmad, by the way, if you guys need anything. I’ll be back later.” And with that, he exited the green room, the door clicking shut and Kie fluttering her lashes behind him.

“Um, I really have to pee.” Kiara said, breaking the silence.

“Girl, we’re not allowed to leave the room.” You sighed.

“I think there’s a bathroom connected to this.” She rounded one of the open doorways connected to the room, then peeked back around the corner. “Yep, I’ll be right back.”

You laughed to yourself as she disappeared again. She was an interesting character for sure, but you liked her.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, turning your head each way to study your face. Your head followed the path of the mirror to the wall by the doorway, which held mounted pictures of various artists and bands. Then you turned towards the ceiling, dark blue with yellow stars painted all over it. You stared at it in awe.

“Pretty nice, isn’t it?” A familiar voice asked from the doorway.

You turned around to see the brunette leaning against the doorframe, a familiar smirk playing on his face.

“Oh my God! You’re Chris Sturniolo!” You covered your mouth.

“Present and currently breathing.” He smiled, pushing himself off the doorway and spreading his arms in a fantastical gesture.

You couldn’t believe you were standing across from your biggest celebrity crush. He was even hotter in person than he was in the pictures. Your eyes took in his appearance, noticing his messy brown hair and baggy jeans. And his long sleeved dark shirt…

…The shirt that the guy from the bar had sent you a picture of him wearing, claiming it was his outfit for tonight’s concert.

The guy from the bar, Chris.

Suddenly it all clicked. The familiar voice, him asking about the band, the backstage pass.

“Holy fuck. You’re Chris Chris.” You said, your jaw dropped.

“Surprise.” Chris said, that disgustingly hot smirk dancing on his face.

a/n: holy cliff hanger huh (evil maniacal laughter)

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ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴄᴇ

Summary: you and Chris get in an argument and when driving you decide to tease him, and you end up riding him in the front seat.

Warnings: smut, p in v, arguing, teasing, riding, kissing, nipple sucking

The car ride had been tense and silent for miles, the argument from earlier still hanging heavy in the air. You decided to break it in the best way possible. Lifting your legs, you draped them across Chris’s lap, your short mini skirt riding up as your bare feet settled right over his crotch. He glanced down but said nothing, jaw tight.

You hooked your thumbs into the sides of your thong and slowly slid it down your thighs. When it reached your knees you used your feet to finish the job, pushing the tiny scrap of fabric the rest of the way off. Chris’s jaw clenched harder. You could see the muscle ticking.

“Baby,” you whined softly, spreading your legs just enough for him to see everything. Your smooth, wet pussy was on full display, lips already glistening with arousal. He looked, grabbed your thong without a word, and tossed it onto the passenger seat. Then he yanked the wheel and pulled into an empty parking lot.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he muttered, shifting into park. In one quick motion he reached over, grabbed you by the waist, and hauled you onto his lap. The seat reclined with a mechanical whine. He shoved his jeans down just far enough to free his thick cock, the head already flushed and leaking precum. His shirt came off next, revealing his chest.

You sank down slowly, skirt still on but bunched up around your waist. His cock stretched you open inch by inch, the thick head pushing past your entrance until he was buried deep. You both groaned as your walls fluttered around him. You started riding him in slow, deliberate rolls of your hips, leaning in to kiss him hard. Your tongues slid together, wet and hungry.

“You can never stay mad at me,” you teased between kisses, voice breathy.

Chris answered by gripping your ass and lifting your tank top, pushing it up until your tits spilled free. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the stiff peak. You leaned back, hands braced on the steering wheel, and started bouncing faster. Every time you dropped down his cock hit deep, the wet slap of your pussy meeting his base loud in the car. Your juices coated his shaft and ran down over his balls.

He moved to your other nipple, sucking and biting gently while his hands roamed. Then his lips traveled up, kissing along your collarbone, up the side of your neck, behind your ear. Hot breath and open mouthed kisses made you shiver.

“Fuck, you feel so tight,” he growled against your skin. “This pussy’s gripping me so good. You knew exactly how to shut me up, didn’t you? Riding my cock in a parking lot like a little slut.”

His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles while you bounced. The dual sensation, his thick cock pounding up into you and his fingers working your swollen clit, had you moaning louder. He kept kissing your neck, sucking marks into your skin, whispering more filth.

“Gonna make you cum all over my cock. Want to feel this pussy squeeze me when you lose it.”

Your orgasm hit hard. Your walls clenched and fluttered around him, thighs shaking as pleasure ripped through you. The rhythmic pulsing of your pussy dragged him over the edge with you. Chris groaned deep, hips jerking up as he pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside you, filling you until it started to leak out around his cock.

You stayed on top, both of you breathing hard. His cock still twitched inside your cum filled pussy. You leaned down, kissed him slow and teasing.

“Mmm, that was so good,” you murmured, rolling your hips just enough to feel his softening length. “Look at you, all relaxed now. What were we even fighting about again?”

Chris laughed, hands sliding up your back. “No idea. You win.”

You giggled, finally lifting off him. Cum dripped down your inner thigh as you pulled your tank top down and smoothed your skirt over your ass. He tucked himself away and pulled his shirt back on, both of you still catching your breath.

“That was too good,” he said, shaking his head with a grin. “What was I mad about again?”

You just laughed and reached for your seatbelt. “Drive, baby. Let’s go.”

𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ just friends — ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ .

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… late night phone sex with your good friend, matt, is a normal occurrence for the two of you.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬… friends with some benefits, explicit language, phone sex; fingering, jerking off.

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ wrote this months ago and i swear it was way better at the time.

content: FREAKSHIT, hand kink, public sex, face slapping, praising, pet names, rubbing matt’s cum on readers lips, finger sucking, fingering, p in v, mouth spitting, dry humping, hair pulling, mentions of man handling, badly written smut, not proofread unfortunately.

wc: 1.6k

the party

matt’s hands always had you in a chokehold. right now, the two of you were at a party. the host was matt’s best friend, nate, so you couldn’t just make him leave. you watched him as held his drink, talking to some other people. your eyes locked onto his grip against the classic red drinking cup he was holding. his fingers were so long and slender, not to mention his nails were painted black and he had his classic silver rings on. matt clearly picked up on the staring since his hand snaked onto your thigh, his touch soft but firm. thankfully, the party was in the bar because before you knew it, matt’s fingers were rubbing circles onto your clothed clit. you silently were so glad you two were sitting in a booth. matt kept the same face as he continued to talk to nate and his other friend, eddie. he switched his fingers around, he pulled your panties to the side after pulling your skirt up around your hips. you should’ve told him to stop, nate and eddie were right there, they could’ve seen but you didn’t really care. he dipped his middle finger inside, letting his thumb rub your clit. he fingered you slowly but enough to make you feel good. this wasn’t the first time matt pulled this, but every time you struggled to keep a straight face. he added another finger easily due to how soaked you were. the little subtle smirk on his face killed you. it wasn’t long before your thighs pressed together as you came onto his fingers, wetting your skirt a bit. “what’s that?” matt pointed with his other hand. as nate and eddie looked away, he locked eyes with you while he licked you off his fingers.

vanilla ice cream

you and matt stopped by a ice cream shop and of course he waited to eat his until he got home. “matt i told you it was gonna melt.” you said slightly annoyed. you were sitting in his bed with him meaning the ice cream was dripping everywhere. he took two fingers and slid up some of the ice cream that dripped. he slipped them into his mouth, licking them clean. okay, maybe you weren’t annoyed anymore. he reached down, picking up more. you stopped his hand halfway to his mouth, guiding them into yours. your tongue swirled over his fingers, sucking them slightly. “needy for my hands, again?” he mocked. you pulled off once you were sure they were clean. matt put them in his mouth before taking them out after he made sure they were coated in his own saliva. he picked up more ice cream, this time from his cone. “open, baby.” he whispered, putting his two fingers up to your lips. without hesitation you opened, letting them slip into your mouth with ease. you did the same as before, but instead of him pulling them out he pushed them deeper, hitting the back of your throat. you gagged, looking up at him. the same smirk he always had creeped back onto his face. his fingers retreated but only to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging on it. his grip was firm but not hurtful. his lips pressed into yours, letting his tongue explore your mouth. his thumb came up, grabbing your chin causing your mouth to open. your eyes push open to see the sight of him spitting in your mouth. “swallow.” he demanded, though his tone was laced with softness. you did as he said — your mouth closed and you swallowed, flashing him a smile afterwards. the both of his hands found your hips pushing you onto his lap to straddle him. as soon as you were on top you felt him. his dick was straining against the fabric of his jeans. “need you.” your words were so quiet he could barely hear them, but he did. he started by pushing you back by your hips then dragging you forward again. after you got the rhythm he took the same two fingers as before and shoved him past your lips. your hips instantly started to go faster as you sunk deeper onto him. drool was starting to pool at your lips, letting some drip down your chin. the familiar feeling pooled in your stomach as you kept going faster. “you close, baby?” he asked. you responded with a eager nod. in one swift motion he had you on your back with him on top of you. “not yet.” he smiled.

chapstick

matt drove his brothers to target, obviously you went with them, you always did. on the way nick and matt got into a argument causing him to stay in the car just to be petty. you didn’t mind though, you stayed with him. you were scrolling through spotify to pick a song before you felt it. his hand found your thigh. it was a common gesture he did all the time but he just got his nails done. they were clear with silver stars in the middle. “matt.” you smiled. he responded with a returned smile. he looked into the mostly empty parking lot, the only cars were away from us. the only light that could be seen was coming from the a few lampposts and the moon. “what all did they need?” you asked with the same smile on your face. “enough for us to finish.” you opened your mouth to talk but got cut off by matt moving to the back seat. “are we really doing this?”

so that’s how you ended up here. you were on all fours with matt plowing into you from behind. your knees were pressed into the soft leather fabric of his back seats. he didn’t leave you any time for adjusting to his size, the burning sensation felt oddly good. his slender fingers wrap around your mouth, keeping your whiny moans quiet. without hesitation he flipped you over on your back, slipping back inside of you. the hand on your mouth left for a moment just to give you a small slap across the face earning a small breathless moan from you. “you like that, pretty girl?” matt kept his rapid pace as you answer his question with a moan, he didn’t accept that though. another slap was placed across your face, on the other side this time. “yes, feels so good.” you choked out. again, a slap hit your face, softer this time, you were silently thanking him for not wearing his rings since he had his nail appointment. you didn’t know what got into matt but you fucking loved every second of it. “you love my fingers huh, baby?” he said, dragging two fingers across your soaked cunt, making sure the tips were glossy. you opened your mouth to answer him but instead you were met with his fingers running over your lips, smearing your own juices on you. “matt, please.” you whine out. “please what?” he dipped his fingers past your lips. “wanna cum.” you hardly spit out due to his fingers in your mouth. he pulled them out and gave you what you wanted. he sped up his pace trying to hurry before chris and nick came back. after a few more thrusts his dick started twitching around your tightening walls. “fuck, baby.” he moaned as you let yourself go underneath him. he rode you through your high before pulling out and releasing on your clit. the car was filled with the small moans of the both of you, causing the windows to slowly steam up. he picked some of your mixed cum up before wiping it on your lips. “new chapstick?” he smirked, making you roll your eyes even though there was no real annoyance behind it.

nightly ride

your alarm clock flashed 1am in red numbers. for the past two hours you tried everything to fall asleep. the only thing you could focus on was the aching tension between your legs. being a influencers girlfriend, you see a lot of edits. all day your stupid fyp was loaded with clips of matts hand. you tried to push the creeping feeling down but you couldn’t. you crept your hand down, pushing it past the waistband of your panties, easily finding your soaked bud. you kept your mouth shut, trying to not let a whine slip as you pressed on your clit. your mind replayed the thoughts of how easily matt could pick you up, move you around, how big his hands looks on you. your trail of thought got cut off by matt’s sudden stirring. “baby?” your neck snapped to him as he spoke. “are you?” he asked, rubbing his tired eyes. you pressed your lips together in a line, letting out a hum of embarrassment. “tell me what you want.” his voice still gruff from sleep. “your hands…” came out as a mumble. matt sat up, delicately taking off your panties as if you were fragile. “go ahead n’ use em, needy girl.” and you did what you did best, you listened to him. his rings came off smoothly. you grabbed his hand, guiding his index and middle finger to your slick folds. easily, you pushed the two inside you, earning a small gasp from you and a smirk from him. your hips bucked up, using his fingers as your own toy. he cooed your through your soft whines. “that feel good?” a eager nod always forms from you. he curved his fingers causing a twitch to overcome your body. “feels so good.” you murmured. with the tightening grip of your cunt and the rapid breathless moans coming from your lips, matt knew you were close. “cum for me, needy.” with his encouragement you continued to use his fingers. you changed positions, you’re now sitting up on your legs, riding his fingers. it should’ve been embarrassing, even a tiny bit, but you felt too good to care. your eyes squeezed shut as your climax came. “good girl.” matt praised as he took his fingers out and licked one of them. the other finger, the index, was brought to your mouth, letting you suck your own release.

a/n: yeah guys idk…. thanks for 100 followers, love u divas

as always, fuck trump ౨ৎ

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rapper matt uses your sex tape as ad-libs

You found out by accident.

Sitting cross-legged on the studio couch, you were sipping from a water bottle, scrolling your phone, barely listening as the speakers played the rough mix of Matt’s new track. The beat dark and slow, your favorite kind. But something about the background caught your attention. A soft, breathy moan. Familiar.

Too familiar.

You blinked, looking up, suddenly very aware of the sound coming through the speakers.

Then again. A soft gasp. Followed by a sharp cry.

Your cry.

“Matt.” Your voice was flat, jaw already dropping as the track played on, each beat layered with your moans, whimpers, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin, your ragged breaths.

Matt was leaned back in the producer’s chair, arms folded, a smug little smirk tugging at his lips like he was just waiting for you to figure it out.

Your moans bled into the beat, layered under the bass. Your gasps, your little cries, the sound of your body getting wrecked, all laced into the track like they belonged there.

“…Is this from—” you started, voice barely working. “Matt. Did you use our—”

He nodded once, cocky and slow. “Every sound.”

Your stomach flipped. “You’re sick.”

You stared at him, stunned silent, as the song continued each filthy sound from that night looped and layered into the beat. Your breath hitched when your voice came through again, whispering “fuck, right there” in the background.

Matt stood slowly, coming over to where you sat, his heavy boots thudding on the floor. He didn’t answer you. He just reached down, grabbed your chin, and tilted your head up.

“You said don’t forget you when I’m famous.” he reminded you.

“That’s not what I fucking meant.” You say.

“You hear that?” he murmured, lips brushing yours. “That little whimper? That’s when I had you face down, barely able to think.”

He kissed you, slow and deep, while your own moans echoed from the speakers behind him.

His hand slipped between your legs, pressing through your leggings, and your hips bucked into him on instinct.

“You gonna make some more for me?” he asked, grinning as the beat played behind him, filthy and full of you. “Need some fresh vocals, baby.”

You didn’t answer, not with words.

The pressure of his fingers through your leggings made it impossible to think, let alone speak. The track was still playing behind him, your moans echoing off the studio walls, syncing perfectly with the beat. Each sound you’d made that night turned into something rhythmic, hypnotic. It should’ve been humiliating.

But you were wet. Throbbing.

Matt could feel it, too. His smirk widened as his palm dragged slow, deliberate circles against your cunt.

“Already dripping,” he murmured. “Didn’t even touch you properly yet.”

He didn’t have to.

The idea of him playing you like an instrument all over again, with every dirty sound recorded, captured, used. It had your legs going weak.

He dropped to his knees like it was nothing. Like he belonged there.

And maybe he did.

Fingers hooked the waistband of your leggings, dragging them down until they pooled at your ankles. He didn’t bother taking your panties off, he just pulled them to the side with one knuckle and groaned under his breath.

“Fuck. Missed this pussy.”

His mouth was on you before you could answer.

Tongue hot and messy, licking through your folds, not giving a single fuck about technique. Sucking, slurping, eating like he wanted the mic to catch everything. And it did.

You heard it, heard the wet noises, your gasp, your little cry of “Matt…oh my god” cut through the beat still playing in the background.

He pulled back for half a second, just to smirk up at you. “That mic’s live.”

Your thighs clenched around his head.

“You’re fucking recording this?” you panted, brain swimming.

“Uh-huh.” He flicked his tongue over your clit, fast, wicked.

Your fingers scrambled for balance, clutching the edge of the console behind you as your body writhed under his mouth. He gripped your thighs tighter, holding you in place as he devoured you, letting every moan, whimper, and curse get swallowed by the mic.

He was going to use this. Turn your orgasm into a hit.

And god, that just pushed you over the edge.

You came with a cry, back arching, hips grinding against his face, and the mic caught all of it, the tremble in your voice, the broken gasps, the wet suck of his mouth still working you through it.

Matt stood up after, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking cocky as hell.

“You hear that?” he said, nodding toward the playback.

Your orgasm, looped and layered into the beat, already sounded like part of the track.

“Perfect” he said, tugging your panties down the rest of the way. His eyes dragged over your body like he owned it, like he already knew the sound of it breaking apart. “Now bend over, baby.”

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear.

“Let’s make this track go platinum.”

was watching this old car video and i noticed chris making a face after what matt said

He lives for eating pussy. He loves eating pussy—anytime he can open the legs of his woman, inhale her scent and rub his nose into the nook of her skin as he prepares to devour her is a good time for Chris.

He gives without asking, he takes without expecting and yearns with intentions of seeing the face you make when he gets you to unravel.

summary: in which, you show a bratty attitude towards your enemy until chris had enough and resulted you to being wrecked.

CW: ⓘ SMUT, dom!chris, sub!reader, bickering, a lot of dirty talking, pet names (slut, princess, ma, etc.), p in v, oral sex (f&m receiving), making out, cursing, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking, etc.

you don't even know why you and chris couldn't just have a normal conversation for once.

you weren't even sure why or how did you became enemies with him, but you definitely remembered before in freshmen year where he'd always called you names until anger fumed in you. and maybe that's the reason why you despise him until now. one of chris' reasons why he also dislikes you is because of your horrible, bratty ass attitude you showed to him.

you like talking back at him, roll your eyes, and even flip him the fuck off for absolutely no reason at all.

despite your hatred for chris, you pretty much got along with his brothers — nick and matt. the difference from the boys compared to chris is that they understand you and had always been so kindhearted to you. unlike chris, his attitude is annoyingly cocky and always pushed your buttons until now — to the point where you want to throw hands at him every time he opens his loud ass mouth.

"the fuck are you doin' here?" chris questioned you with annoyance in his tone already as he glared at you like you were a bottle of poison.

"nick invited me here, dumbass. said that we're gonna watch a movie." you snapped back.

chris' eyes so sharp, it could cut air as he clenched his jaw tightly and eyed you up and down.

"listen here you fucking bitch, you don't get to talk like that t'me." he fumed back with crossed arms, showing those biceps of his.

"i can talk like this to whoever i want."

"don' care, talk shit like that to anyone else just not me."

"you aren't the one who's controlling me, christopher."

"don't fucking-"

but as chris was supposed to finish his statement, nick groaned like a tired parent hearing his children argue. "chris don't even start." nick scolded and gave chris the look that can silence him. "i didn't even- she started it!" chris argued back.

"oh my god. can you just shut the fuck up?" a beat, then you added; "nick, where's matt and what movie are we gonna watch?"

chris shot you a glare like you were something so poisonous. "here!" matt chimed in, "oh, and we're gonna watch thrash, y'know that one shark movie?"

"okayy, let's watch now. can't wait" you responded as chris just rolled his eyes and plopped into the couch.

not even 30 minutes passed by and you're already being suuuch a scaredy cat when that one scene came in where dakota almost got devoured by the shark. chris? ohhh, he'd glance at you every minute since y'all were forced to sit together. "can you scoot over? jesus christ, you're taking up all my space." you demanded with annoyance in your tone. "shhh, the best part is about to show." nick said while munching on popcorn, eyes glued to the tv screen.

chris? he just ignored him and decided to argue with me to make things more louder with his cocky ass mouth. "you scoot over. this is my fuckin' house, y'dont get to tell me what to do.''

"you're taking up all of my space, and i don't care if this is your house. this is nick and matt's house too?"

"didn't ask. y'really can't slide your ass to the side or I'll do it for you?"

"stop talking about my ass, fuckface."

"call me that again, i dare you."

and so, you did call him a fuckface again. because honestly? he really is. his infuriating presence always annoyed you by the way he'd always make fun of you since y'all were in freshmen year, the way he finds a way to argue with you, and to always fill your day with conflict and irritation.

"fuckface." you stated again, this time with your tounge placed on your cheek as you shot him a bratty grin that would make his jaw clench.

"you're so payin' f'this."

"and why is that?" you responded, ready to make him mad using your bratty ass mouth.

"will you shut the fuck up for once?"

"nahhh, i never shut the fuck up."

"bet I'll make y'dirty lil' mouth to shut up."

"oh yeah? you aren't even serious about this and you keep acting like a child. and now you think I'm gonna follow you and shut up? oh please."

"keep actin' like a brat and see where the fuck it gets ya." chris fumed with a low tone and crossed his arms while eyeing you up and down.

"will y'all ever stop arguing and acting like babies?" matt snapped at you and chris as nick kept his lips sealed shut together.

"not my fault."

"yes the fuck it is your fault, chris." you narrow your eyes at him, your blood boiling and fuming with anger. "oh, jesus." nick sighed.

an hour passed by and chris' brothers were knocked out on the couch. as chris kept his gaze to the tv screen, he glanced over at nick and matt, realizing that they fell asleep already. now it's just you and him.

you and him watching a movie — out of all people in the world, great.

chris' eyes found you munching on popcorn as you were so focused into watching the whole ass movie. his eyes roamed over your body — how those tiny shorts hugged your round ass. how that tank top clung to your curves and revealed your cleavage. how your hair fell down naturally from your shoulders to your waist. how plump and pink your lips looked.

and damn, that turned him on.

as he continued to stare at you with something dangerous in his eyes, you finally noticed. you stopped munching on popcorn and looked at him with confusion. "what?" you questioned with one hundred percent attitude in your tone.

chris stood up and chuckled low and tired. "y'know ma," he clicks his tounge with his teeth and added that annoying tiny smirk, curling up to his lips. "you don' have to be so full of yourself. y'really got a high pride, yeah?"

"i don't care about your opinion, chris."

"never asked if you cared, ma. relax for a lil' bit, will ya?" he sat beside you, not really far, but definitely enough to feel the heat of each other's bodies.

"one, i don't give two fucks about anyone. two, don't fucking tell me what to do, i ain't relaxing." you crossed your arms and standing up, looking up at him slightly with eyes full of annoyance.

"ohh, so you wanna give me alot attitude, huh? bet i can make it vanish in seconds." he responded, crossing his arms too like he's challenging you.

"oh shut up, i don't have time for your bullshit." you raised an eyebrow.

this is the problem between you two. arguing all the time, having a conflict every fucking second, blaming each other for whoever started the argument. but what you both don't know is that when y'all aren't fighting and standing close together, both of you has the urge to just crash into each other's lips and forget that you hate him, and that he hates you.

chris clenched his jaw tightly and suddenly grabbed you by your wrist, you tried to free yourself but he's way too strong. "hey! what the fuck is your problem—" "be fucking quiet, bitch." he demanded as he clamps your mouth shut while leading you to his room.

and honestly? you didn't fight back for once and let him take you anywhere.

'cause you somehow wanted this for so long.

"now that my dumbass brothers are knocked out," he shut the door with his foot and walked towards you, causing you to step back until you sat at the edge of his bed. "let's see if i can make that devilish and sarcastic attitude of yours go away."

"you wouldn't." you remarked.

"ohh but i would." he mockingly cooed as he walked closer until his hands found the waist band of your shorts, playing with it all while keeping his eyes locked into yours. "let me guess. no panties, hm?" he glanced at the visible wetness at the center of your shorts and plastered a cocky smirk on his face.

"shut up.." you responded with embarrassment and yeah, you're soaking wet.

"watch y'mouth, baby." he responded, voice thick with lust as he gently grabbed your jaw and crashed his lips into yours which caused you to whimper in response. hearing that noise from you made him groan, his sound rumbling to his chest as he sat on his bed and placed you on top of him. gripping your waist that is definitely gonna leave red marks later.

his room is filled with his groans and your whimpers, deep kisses — teeth clashing together as your tounges danced. chris pulled away and his breathing is now uneven and sharp. he gently got you off him as you looked at him with confusion. "what-" but just as you were gonna finish your question, he pulled your tiny ass shorts off, revealing your soaking wet cunt glistening in front of him. "fuck, you're so wet f'me." he licked his bottom lip and bit on it slightly.

you moaned in response as he bent his knees on the ground and gave you a teasing lick to your folds. "shit, i ain't doin' anything yet and you're wet? jesus, this is gon' be sooo fun, baby." he murmured against your skin.

"don't get ahead of yourself." you say with that attitude coming back.

"last warning, ma."

"no, i'd rather— ohhh..- f-fuck, chris—" you moaned as he skillfully worked his tounge on your clit without a warning. his straight, long nose nuzzling to your swollen bud, chin glistening with your arousal. you ran a hand through his soft, fluffy hair which made him groan against your skin. the vibrations of his voice made you throw your head back with a whimper. "fuck, you taste sooo good, ma." he murmured as he began to suck and plant open-kisses to your cunt. "chris...-" you say his name like a prayer with that breathy voice of yours. "sooo fuckin' responsive f'me." he praised, causing you to moan as he placed two fingers inside you, fingers pumping in and out in a fast pace as he curls his fingers to the spot you're so weak for.

"ohh fuckk— mhmmp.." a loud moan came out from you when he added another finger. your hands tangling in his hair as your eyes rolled back along with your head. "thereee is the spot, hm? m'gonna take note of it nextime" he said. "chris.. I'm gonna-" but just as you were about to finish, chris pulled his fingers away. the cold air brushed your cunt and felt so empty. "ah ah ah. you don't get to come, especially with how your dirty ass mouth talked to me? nahhh." chris cut you off while licking his lips and fingers clean, savoring the taste of you. "gonna show me else what you can do with that dirty mouth, smartass?"

you nodded, standing up and stumbling with your steps as you kneeled down. chris pulled his sweatpants off with your help — the visible bulge of his cock already hard as a rock. his cock sprang free and was much more bigger and longer than you think. "holy shit chris.." you swallowed hard. "who knew you can be suuuch a slut f'me?" he looked down at you as you gripped his length and gave him a kitty lick before fully taking him in your mouth. "yeaaah just like that..- oh fuck you're doing so well f'me—" he praised you, which made you let out a muffled moan in response.

his veiny hands found your soft hair and made a makeshift ponytail as you took him deeper, causing you to gag and tear up. "keep makin' those noises, ma. fuck you're doing so good- holy shiiit.." he groaned and threw his head back but immediately faced you again because there's no way he's not gonna see you choke and gag on his cock.

you bobbed your head up and down with hollowed cheeks and tears coming from your eyes. "mhmmp..—" you made a muffled noise. chris was quick to wipe your tears with his thumb as your other hand gripped his shaft, pumping it up and down as he moaned of how good you were at this. "fuuuck.. y'gonna make me so- shiit— so fucking insane." your gaze met his eyes squeezed shut

but there's one thing that chris wanted the most. it was to be inside you right now. "aight. fuck i can't-" he gently pulled your hair backwards which made your mouth distance away from his dick with a pop. you looked up at him with confusion. "on the bed. now." he demanded "but chris-" you tried to protest, but he immediately cut you off. "i said now." he dictated, voice rough and rasped up.

you immediately stood up and almost stumbled. you took your top off, followed by chris' shirt rustling and thrown somewhere on the floor. "gonna make you forget everyone else but me." he declared with that shit-eating grin that always made you fold into pieces. "ass up, face down. hurry up." and you instantly followed what he demanded. you pressed your cheek to his pillow and bent your knees to reveal him a full view of your thick and round ass. "shit, i admire this view s'much. we'd be like this all the time if your attitude didn't budge in, hm?" you whimpered in response as you clenched around nothing.

"fuck.. you're enjoying this s'much, ain't ya?" chris leaned down and whispered to your ear, voice thick with lust. "shut up.."

"why? can't handle the emptiness?" he said as he gripped his shaft and teased your entrance, only pushing in his tip just to tease you.

both of you, actually.

"chris, don't tease.." you coaxed in that breathy voice. "y'want it real bad, huh baby?" chris asked, pulling out before you can clench around him causing you to whine in neediness. "beg for it, you fucking slut." he said while guiding his dick to your clit to rub it up and down.

but of course you refused to beg. with all that shitty attitude of yours? yeah no, you weren't a fan of begging for someone — you always get what you want without having to plea. but with chris? no.

ohhh no.

he is ready to punish you for your actions you showed to him and is definitely gonna stop with this if he isn't gonna hear you begging and acting like a good girl for him.

"f'course you wanna act all tough. beg for it, or otherwise I'll stop." he seriously said, voice thick with dominance. his cock continued to tease you and pushed in just a little bit before pulling away again. you let out a frustrated moan but still refused to yearn for him to be inside you.

"you ain't beggin'?" he bit his lip with a slight grin curling up his lips. "aight, suit yourself ma." he pulled away with a smirk. "wait no— please chris, I'm begging you.." you begged while looking back from your shoulder. "please what, baby?" chris teased, gripping his length again and slowly stroking it.

"fuck you, you know what i mean." you groaned weakly. "then say it properly, you fucking slut." chris snapped back as he slapped the left side of your ass, leaving a red handprint. the sharp sound filled up the room as you jolted and moaned "..please put it in, i want to feel you deep inside me. please chris, please."

"i know you can beg harder than that, whore." another sharp slap hits your ass again, this time on the right side — harder and rougher. a mixed gasp and moaned escaped from you again, silently enjoying this part.

"fuck! please chris, please.. I'm begging you— i wanna feel you so fucking deep inside of me. please please-" hearing you beg sent shivers on chris' spine — he wasn't used to you being like this, but he sure is ready to bust one out in you.

"yeaaah that's what i thought." he said while guiding his thick cock on your entrance. "you're my good fucking—" before he can finish his sentence, he finally snapped his dick inside you without a warming, causing you to moan softly. "—girl. " he finally said as he continued to pound you from behind. his hand gripped your hips roughly that is one hundred percent gonna leave marks later. he admired how your ass recoils his hips, and how you're struggling to adjust his size.

your walls are squeezing him tightly like a vice as he threw his head back from satisfaction. "c-chris— mhmm.. so- so good—" you coaxed with a breathy moan. "fuuuck.. y'so tight— she's squeezing me soo fucking tight...—" he said as he pulled your hair from behind to arch your back more and to clearly hear your moans and whimpers.

chris pulled back, only to push in deeply again. his pace was rough and fast, rough enough to make your vision go white and to punish you. "y'doin good ma, being such a good girl f'me.." he praised, which escaped a moan from you "chris.. fuck— i can't-" you whimpered as chris slapped your ass again softly. "cmon y'got this, gorgeous. where'd that attitude go, hm?"

his room was mixed with your breathy moans, and his soft grunts. "fuuuck.. look at you, so fucking weak for my dick. i dare you to talk back to me, princess." he challenged as he continued to keep up with his pace and muttering a curse word with that breathy voice.

you shook your head weakly and refused to challenge him. "no?" he teasingly asked "n-no— ohh mhmmm fuuck!" you moaned loudly when his cock went deep, hitting your g-spot over an over again. "shiit you're being a fucking good girl f'me." he said as he flipped you over with surprising strength. the position is now in missionary. he continued to slide his dick in and out of you as you held his shoulder for support.

you breasts bouncing up and down with impact as he leaned down and suck on of your hardened nipples. "chris— please.." he pulled away with a pop and locked eyes with you. "please what, gorgeous?" "please don't- don't stop.. -" you said, followed up by a whimper. "ain't plannin' to stop." he teasingly said with that shit-eating grin and bit his lips before sucking your hardened nipple again. he pulled away again and found his thumb between your legs, tracing tight circles around your clit as you arched your back more and squeezing your eyes — throwing your head back and facing away from him.

"don't you fuckin' dare look away, you slut." he said, voice rouugh and low as his vivienne westwood necklace dangles on your face. he continued to fuck your harder and faster now, making you tremble and moan loudly.

you felt the knot in your stomach tighten as he locked eyes with you, and he felt the both of you getting closer to the edge. he continued to slide his cock in and out of your throbbing clit with a grunt. his fastened pace made you moan loudly while gripping his sheets for dear life. "fuuuckk— I'm gettin' closer." his hands fly on your hips to guide you since you were squirming. finally, with one hard thrust of his hips against yours, the knot on your stomach finally snapped. his length twitching inside you as he painted your sticky, swollen walls white with his release and admires it like it's a masterpiece.

he pulled away from you and breathed heavily "holy shit.." he said as he dropped his head on his pillow. you tried to stand up, but you ended up wincing and sitting on the edge of his bed. "i fucking hate you." you said with a breathy tone like you weren't being wrecked seconds ago. "that's the result if you keep up with your attitude." he smirked and pulled you gently by your wrist, his face nuzzled on your shoulder and pulled the blanket upward — covering your and his body.

"and nahhh.. you don't hate me, I'm just hatefully yours."

a/n: UGHHH he sounds so delicious. btw, this is my first fanfic yayy (pls bear with me, and i hope y'all liked this!)

m.sturniolo. on stream?

tension. m.fingering. steamer!matt. recorded. on camera. dry humping. overstimulation. dom!matt. sub!reader.

✧ bsf!chris, friends to lovers, oral (m recieving) rough sex, play fighting

✧ summary: years of sexual tension between you and your best friend chris finally snap when a playful wrestling match over the last slice of pizza takes a very different turn. 

✧ word count: 1.6k

the glow of the tv flickers across the living room, over the pizza boxes in different shades of blue and green. you and chris are tangled on the carpet, a heap of limbs after he claimed you'd "stolen" the last slice even though it was clearly yours.

"admit it, you thief!" chris grunts, managing to roll you onto your stomach and pin your arms behind your back with one hand. his weight settles on your lower back, effectively trapping you.

"no," you gasp into the carpet, muffled by the fibers. "finders keepers, loser!"

he laughs, a deep rumble you feel through his chest pressed against your back. "oh really?"

his free hand starts tickling your sides, seeking out those sensitive spots he knows so well from years of friendship. you squirm and laugh, trying to buck him off, but his grip is tight.

"okay, okay!" you pant between giggles. "i stole it! i confess!"

he eases up slightly, giving you just enough wiggle room to plot your escape. changing tactics instantly, you thrust your hips upward with all your might, trying to dislodge him. it doesn't work quite as planned, but the motion changes everything.

your ass grinds directly against the hard ridge forming in his jeans. he freezes, his entire body going rigid above you. the air shifts instantly, the playful atmosphere gone.

"chris?" you whisper, twisting slightly to look back at him.

his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with something you've never seen directed at you before. instead of pulling away, you do it again—slower this time, deliberate. you roll your hips back, pressing against his growing erection, feeling him twitch in response.

a choked groan escapes his lips. his hand releases your arms, moving up to grip your hip instead. he holds you steady as you grind against him again, harder this time.

"fuck," he breathes, his voice husky with need. "what are you doing?"

"what does it feel like?" you reply, your voice equally breathless. "i'm changing the game."

his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with raw desire. "feels like you're trying to start something you can't finish," he murmurs, his voice husky with need.

"who says i can't finish it?" you challenge, your voice equally breathless.

without warning, he flips you onto your back, his body covering yours completely. his mouth crashes down on yours, hungry and demanding. years of buried desire rush to the surface as his tongue slides against yours, claiming, possessing.

his hands roam your body, squeezing your breasts through your shirt before sliding underneath to cup them directly. your own hands dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer until there's no space between you, just him and the feeling of your lips meeting, teeth clicking, tongues sliding in a way that makes your head spin.

you arch into his touch, whimpering when his thumbs brush over your nipples, already aching for more. "chris," you breathe against his mouth, and the way you say his name—broken, needy—seems to unravel something in him.

he tears his mouth from yours, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, your throat, sucking marks into the sensitive skin above your collarbone that you know you'll see bruised red tomorrow. "you have no idea," he growls, his voice vibrating against your pulse point, "how long i've wanted this. wanted you."

"show me," you challenge, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him groan and direct his head to look up at you. your eyes trail over his face, his lips red and kiss bitten, his blue eyes now blown out with lust. "stop telling me and show me."

he doesn't need to be asked twice. his hands slide down your body, rough and hungry, pushing your shirt up until he can see the lace of your bra—black, something you threw on this morning without thinking but now feel glad for. he stares at you like he's been starving for you for years, and then his mouth is on you, sucking your nipple through the lace, wet heat making you cry out and buck against him.

your hips roll upward, seeking friction. you find it, the hard, thick length of him straining against his jeans, pressing right where you need it. "fuck, yes," you moan, grinding against him, feeling him twitch and throb even through the layers of denim separating you.

"shit, baby, you keep doing that and i'm gonna lose it before we even get started," he pants, his voice wrecked, his eyes blown with lust. he rocks against you, meeting your movements, and the drag of his cock against your clit, even through clothes, has you seeing stars.

"then get us started," you demand, reaching down to pop the button of his jeans, your fingers trembling with urgency. "chris, i need you inside me. now."

he curses, a raw, guttural sound, and sits back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, revealing the body you've admired from afar for too long. broad shoulders, defined chest, that perfect trail of hair leading down into his waistband. you sit up to kiss every inch of skin you can reach, your tongue tracing his abs, your teeth nipping at his hip bone while your hands work his zipper down.

his cock springs free, and you wrap your fingers around him, stroking slowly from base to tip. he shudders, his head falling back, a choked "fuck" escaping his lips.

"look at me," you command, and he does, his gaze burning into yours as you lower your head and take him into your mouth.

the sound he makes is inhuman. a broken, desperate groan that sends heat pooling between your legs. you suck him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, your tongue swirling around his length as you bob your head. his hands find your hair, not forcing, just holding, his hips bucking slightly before he stops himself, trembling with the effort to let you set the pace.

"god, your mouth," he rasps, his voice unrecognizable. "so fucking good, baby, so good."

you hum around him, the vibration making him jerk. but before you can finish him, he's pulling you back, his eyes wild, his chest heaving.

"need to be in you," he growls, flipping you back onto the carpet with a strength that makes your stomach flip. "need to feel you. need to make you come around my cock."

he strips you quickly, your shirt gone, your bra unclasped and tossed aside, your shorts and underwear peeled down your legs until you're bare beneath him, spread out and dripping. he stares at you, his gaze raking over every inch of your naked body like he's memorizing it, and then he spreads your thighs wide, settling between them.

"beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing your folds, spreading your wetness, making you shudder. "so wet for me. all this for me?"

"all for you," you confirm, your voice breathless. "only you. chris, please,"

he lines himself up, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance, and then he's pushing inside, slow, so slow, stretching you open, filling you inch by thick inch until you're gasping, your nails digging into his shoulders, your head thrown back against the carpet.

"shit, you're tight," he grits out, his jaw clenched, sweat beading on his forehead as he fights for control. "so fucking tight, baby. you feel incredible."

once he's fully in, he pauses, letting you adjust, his forehead dropping to yours. you can feel his heart hammering against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own. and then he starts to move.

he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, the force of it pulling a cry from your throat. he sets a pace. hard, deep, relentless, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes your vision blur at the edges.

the carpet burns against your back but you don't care, can't care, not when he's fucking you like this, like he's been dreaming of it, like he'll never get enough.

"yes, yes, chris, right there," you chant, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "harder, please, harder,"

he obliges, his hips snapping against yours with enough force to move you across the floor, his hands gripping your hips, your thighs, anywhere he can touch. the room fills with the sounds of skin slapping skin, your combined moans, the wet, filthy sound of him thrusting into you again and again.

"touch yourself," he orders, his voice rough, commanding. "want to feel you come on my cock, baby. want to feel you squeeze me dry."

you don't hesitate, your hand sliding between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit, circling it in tight, frantic movements. his cock pounding into you and your own fingers working your clit has you getting closer fast.

"chris, i'm gonna—fuck, i'm coming—"

your orgasm crashes over you, overwhelming, your back arching off the floor. he groans, long and loud, his thrusts becoming erratic, losing rhythm as he chases his own release.

"god, yes, take me, take it all," he chokes out, and then he's coming too, spilling hot and deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you, his body shuddering above yours, his face buried in your neck, your name falling from his lips.

for long moments, you both stay like that, tangled, sweating, breathing hard. he shifts his weight slightly, rolling to the side but keeping you close, his arm draped possessively over your waist, his lips pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder.

"so," he murmurs, his voice still rough, a satisfied smile in his tone, "about that last slice of pizza…"

you laugh, breathless and giddy, turning your head to capture his mouth in a slow, lingering kiss. "shhh" you whisper against his lips. "i think i found something better to snack on."

ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ .ᐟ.ᐟ 𝐰𝐜: 𝟐.𝟑𝐤

⌗3sum (no incest) ⌗unprotected ⌗hot tub sex ⌗degradation ⌗names (baby, slut) ⌗use of alcohol ⌗humiliation ⌗praise

Champagne rushed into your glass, bubbles peppering the cup. It was the third helping that you had poured, and the alcohol was in full effect. Chris and Matt were sitting on the island stools, sipping on their own drinks. They watched as you danced across the Airbnb.

holdyourbreath

pairing: stepbro!chris x bratty!stepsis!reader

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | (ongoing)

series summary: your dad gets remarried, and you and your new stepbrother can't stand each other. you find him rude, cocky, and domineering, and he thinks you're an annoying little brat. because he always has to have the upper hand, and because you always have to have your way, it sparks some competition between the two of you. it starts off innocently enough, but it doesn't stay that way for long!

extras:

blurbs

✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ kinktober special ✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧

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˚.⁺⊹🌹˚.⁺⊹ valentine's special ˚.⁺⊹🌹˚.⁺⊹

𖹭 "pocket pussy" 𖹭

𖹭 "the picture" 𖹭

asks

moodboard // pics

texts

nsfw alphabet

chris' playlist

c.ai bot link // chai bot link

taglist

「 stepbro!chris 」 "the picture"

ⓘ stepbro!chris x stepsis!reader, STEPCEST (DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ), brat taming, jealousy, degradation, humiliation, spanking, fingering, ruined orgasm :(, almost getting caught

based off this request 𖹭

dividers by @/chrisredfieldsfattie