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you’re lying back against the pillows, legs spread lazily, as matt kneels between your thighs like it’s his favorite place on earth — probably because it is. his hair is a mess, cheeks flushed, lips already wet and shiny as he looks up at you like he’s begging for approval.

“please, baby,” he mumbles, voice already breathy. “let me taste you. i need it.” his fingers were inching closer, rubbing little circles against your inner thigh.

you give him a tiny nod — and he wastes no time digging in. his tongue lays flat against your clit, causing a breathy gasp to escape your mouth. your eyes fluttered shut, your hands moving from your stomach to into his hair.

he lets out a soft moan into your pussy as your fingers gripped his hair, the vibration earned another gasp from your mouth. he looked up you, despite your eyes being closed.

“look at me.. please..” his voice came out softly. you forced your eyes open, locking onto his immediately. he moved his tongue into a faster motion, circling around your clit, plunging in and out of you — all while keeping eye contact.

you pulled on his hair harder. he moaned again, sending another wave of vibrations through your body. “you taste… so good..” he whined out, pushing his face deeper into your cunt.

you gasped, thighs instinctively tightening around his head. he let out a muffled groan, the vibration sending a sharp jolt through your core. his hands gripped your hips desperately, keeping you in place as his tongue flicked and swirled with frenzied devotion. he was starving — and you were the only thing that could satisfy him.

“fuck, matt…” you whimpered, back arching off the mattress. he hummed in response, eyes fluttering shut for a second before snapping open again — he needed to see you fall apart.

you felt him rutting against the mattress, shameless and needy, like he couldn’t help himself. “please,” he choked out between licks, voice ragged, “can i cum? please let me cum while i’m tasting you— i need it—”

you tugged on his curls, forcing his face impossibly closer. “not yet,” you breathed, watching his body twitch at your words. “be a good boy and finish your meal first.”

he nodded into your pussy, hips still grinding against the mattress. he reached his hand over and stuck two fingers inside you — thrusting them in and out slowly as his tongue focused on your clit.

your thighs trembled around his head, overstimulation creeping in like static under your skin. “matt—” you gasped, voice cracking when he curled his fingers just right.

he looked up at you, smiling into your clit — as if he was proud of himself for making you this way. he sped up his movement, lips curling around your clit, sucking, nibbling, licking, anything to get you closer to orgasm.

his fingers continued to fuck into you. you felt your lower abdomen begin to tighten up. matt could feel the way you were clenching around his fingers.

“that’s it, baby,” he rasped, voice barely audible over the obscene sounds of his fingers working inside you. “you’re so close. i can feel you… just let go f’me.”

his tongue flicked faster, desperate, needy — like your orgasm was the only thing he wanted in the world. his fingers curled again, hitting that spot with practiced precision, and your back arched as your walls clenched around him like a vice.

“fuck—matt, i’m gonna—”

“please, please cum for me. i want it so bad, need to taste you—” he begged against your clit, breath hot, lips swollen.

you held his hair and pushed his face more into your pussy as you let go. your legs shook, your mouth was open in a silent moan, your hips were grinding against his face.

your cum flooded his mouth, thick and sticky, and he groaned into you like he could live off the taste, hips rutting into the mattress with zero shame.

he didnt stop. he made sure to lap up every last drop before pulling back, breathing heavy. “y’taste so good..” his voice was breathless.

he pressed his hips against the mattress again, whining, “can i— please, i need to cum.” “not tonight,” you murmured, trailing your fingers down his chest. “this was all for me, remember?”

“next time, maybe i’ll let you cum,” you teased, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “if you beg pretty enough.” he whimpered, face flushed, cock aching, still soaked in you. “fuck…”

a/n: im finally done with school. but i have like no ideas😭😭 i only thought of this bc i saw a sub!matt edit on tiktok 😛 this was supposed to be posted earlier but my queue didn’t work😭

— typed with one hand, lola.

taglist: @chrismoans @l0s3rhaha @ellbowmacaroni @sturnvdds @courta13 @babyt0matoes @nessaisabelartemas333 @gelelama

best friend!chris x reader

it was late at night and you were showering — you needed to get your mind off of derek. your boyfriend.. kind of. he was being an asshole again — purposely posting with other girls when you specifically told him it upset you. but he didnt care at all. you told him it was over — though you know it’s not really.

you were rinsing the conditioner out your hair. your mind was too full to pay attention to the bathroom door opening.

until chris’ voice cut through the silence — “oh shit.”

his voice made you jump. you turned around and looked through the crystal door — thankfully it was blurry enough to where he couldn’t see everything clearly. your hands scrambled to cover yourself. “chris!” you squeaked out.

“i uh— i didnt know you were in there.” he said, not taking his eyes off of the door.

“what? what did you think i was doing?” you asked, still covering yourself with both hands.

“uh.. brushing your teeth? you left the door unlocked. i just— i assumed you werent showering.”

“you couldve knocked!” you squeaked out again.

“i know— i— i’m sorry!” he rushed out, shifting onto the other foot.

“you can.. get out now.” you spoke carefully.

“yeah, yeah. sorry.” and with that, he left the bathroom.

you stood still for a while before dropping your arms and going back under the water. you rinsed your hair fully before turning the water off.

you opened the door and stepped out the shower — trying to get both chris and derek out of your mind. you grabbed a towel and wrapped it around yourself.

you and chris were close. but not close enough to see each other naked. have you thought about him naked? oh. all the time. but thats a line you cant cross — for the sake of your friendship.

you dried your body off and reached for the clothes you’d left on the counter, still warm from the steam. but before you could slip your shirt on, the door creaked open again.

your head snapped over and you clutched the towel tighter around your body.

chris slipped in and stared at you, his eyes darker than before.

“chris! come on, really? im naked!” you exclaimed out, grip not loosening one bit.

he kept quiet, staring at you still. his eyes were focused on your eyes — like he was forcing himself not to look anywhere else.

“chris?” you said softly, tilting your head only slightly.

silence. he looked like he was fighting himself not to speak, afraid of saying something wrong.

“okay chris. what are you do—“ he cut you off by grabbing your face and smashing his lips onto yours. your eyes widened before reluctantly shutting.

you were shocked this was happening— but not mad. your grip on the towel loosened just a bit. the kiss got rougher, his hands moved down to your hips, squeezing tightly.

he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips. you didnt stop him, you wanted this. his hands moved to your ass, squeezing. you gasped, he smirked.

he pulled back, eyes full of hunger. “let me have you. please?” he whispered.

you nodded quickly, without thinking — you let go of the towel, allowing it to fall on the floor. his eyes followed, following each curve of your body. “fuck.” he breathed out.

he placed his hands back on yours ass, pulling your body closer to him. he leaned in, placing his lips onto your neck — kissing, biting, sucking, licking. he sucked a mark right below your jaw. your eyes fluttered shut, your bottom lip between your teeth.

he began to grind his hips into yours, his clothed cock pressing into your core. a gasp escaped your lips once again. he looked back up at you, your eyes meeting his.

he spun you around and bent you over the counter. he pushed your hair off your back and over your shoulder. you watched him in the mirror and he bent over and placed kisses on your neck.

he drug his hands across your back, slowly. he lifted them and tugged his sweatpants down, causing them to pool around his ankles. he tugged his boxers down enough to allow his cock to spring out.

and fuck. he was thick, long, veiny, and flushed. you met his eyes in the mirror, nodding for permission.

“might hurt.” he muttered. he grabbed his cock and directed it to your folds, dragging it through slowly. you whined and bit your lip.

“chris.. please.” you whimpered out, biting your lip harder.

his grip on your hip tightened. “you sure?” you nodded again, desperate. aching.

he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open until you gasped, your hands flying to the counter for support. “fuck,” he breathed, jaw clenching. “so tight, baby…”

he paused once he bottomed out, letting you adjust. one hand splayed across your back while the other found your throat in the mirror — loose, but there. grounding.

“look at me,” he murmured, voice rough and deep. “you take me so well.” you moaned, eyes fluttering open just to see the flush on his cheeks, the way his mouth parted as he began to move again — slow, steady, devastating strokes that had your legs shaking.

“yeah,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours, “just like that.”

he moved faster now, hips slapping against yours. his hands left your throat and pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, tugging your head back.

you gasped, mouth falling open as your back arched. “f-fuck, chris—” you squeezed your eyes shut, lost in the pleasure.

“yeah? you like that?” he growled, pace brutal now. “like being fucked like this?” he whispered into your ear.

you moaned loudly, nodding your head. “yes— yes chris!”

“that’s what i thought,” he hissed, fucking into you harder—each thrust knocking the breath from your lungs. “so fuckin’ pretty like this. moaning for me, letting me ruin you.”

he sped up his pace, hips slapping yours at a relentless speed. the tip of his cock hitting the spongy part inside you with each thrust.

you clenched around him, feeling your release approaching. he groaned out, “fuck, baby.” he snaked his arm around and began to rub your clit quickly. you let out a noise — something between a moan and a yelp.

“that’s it, baby,” he panted, lips brushing your ear. “cum for me. soak my cock.”

your body trembled as the pressure snapped — your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. you cried out, eyes fluttering shut as your walls clamped down around him.

but chris kept going.

he kept thrusting, rubbing your clit even harder, chasing his own high. “fuck, i can feel you pulsing—don’t run, baby. gimme one more.”

your breath caught. “i can’t— chris— i cant!” you felt the tears daring to escape, so you snapped your eyes shut.

“yes you can,” he growled, fucking you through your climax. “and you will” he thrusted harder and faster, chasing his own orgasm.

he then quickly pulled out, hand stroking himself quickly. he let out a strangled groan before spilling all over your back.

you collapsed against the counter, trembling—breath ragged, legs barely holding you up. “fuck,” chris panted behind you, leaning forward to press a kiss to your shoulder. “you okay?”

you nodded slowly, still catching your breath. he reached for a towel, gently wiping your back before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

“didn’t mean to go that hard,” he muttered into your skin. “you just… felt too good.”

you turned your head slightly, cheek brushing his. “i didn’t mind.” he smirked, cocky and soft. “yeah? good. ‘cause next time… i’m not pulling out.”

well. you definitely got your mind off derek.

a/n: sorry i havent been posting, i js got back from utah on wednesday and ive been focused with school and finals and ughhh but next week is my last week so most likely ill be posting more 😋

— typed with one hand, lola.

taglist: @chrismoans @l0s3rhaha @ellbowmacaroni @sturnvdds

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“you keep staring, ma. gonna start thinking you want a taste.”

he said it with a cocky smirk, red lollipop dragging slow across his tongue. he was slouched on your bed like he lived there, legs wide, hoodie rucked up just enough to show a flash of his happy trail and he was looking at you like he already knew you were soaking through your underwear.

“shut up,” you muttered, eyes flicking away even though the damage was done.

he caught it — the way your thighs pressed together. he always caught it.

“mm. no can do,” he hummed, popping the candy out with a soft pop. “not when you keep lookin’ at me like you wanna fuckin’ ride my face.”

you opened your mouth to say something—anything—but chris just slid the lollipop between his lips again, sucking slow. filthy. intentional.

your voice died in your throat.

he leaned forward lazily, elbow resting on his knee, eyes burning holes through your skin. “what, baby? need help? use your words.”

you rolled your eyes. “you’re annoying.”

but even you could hear how breathless it came out.

“but you still want me,” he said, cocky as ever. “c’mere.”

you hesitated.

so he tilted his head and let the lollipop hang between his fingers. “or you want me to come to you?” he was already standing. already stalking over. “yeah. i figured.”

you backed up until your thighs hit the bed. he didn’t stop. didn’t say a word. just walked you backwards, pushed you down with a hand on your shoulder, and crawled over you. he held the lollipop up to your mouth like a dare.

“suck,” he murmured.

your lips wrapped around it automatically. sweet cherry coated your tongue—but it wasn’t about the candy, not even close.

his eyes dropped to your mouth, then your throat as you swallowed. he groaned, low and dangerous.

“look at you,” he breathed. “all that attitude earlier, now you’re letting me feed you candy like you’re my fuckin’ toy.”

he pulled the lollipop out of your mouth slow, strings of spit following it,and then shoved it in his mouth again, licking it once like he was tasting you.

you whimpered.

“aw, you like that?” he cooed. “you’re such a dirty fuckin’ girl.”

and then his mouth was on you. candy-sweet kisses pressed to your neck, jaw, lips— tasting you, teasing you, biting just to hear you gasp. his hands were already under your shirt, rough palms dragging up your sides like he was starving.

he yanked your shorts off without warning.

“christ,” he muttered, seeing the wet patch on your underwear. “you got this soaked from me sucking a fuckin’ lollipop?”

“chris, please—”

“uh-uh,” he interrupted, pressing his thumb against your clit through the fabric. “you’re not begging yet. not the way i like it.”

you bucked against his hand.

he laughed, low and cruel. “nah, you’re not getting anything till you ask right.”

you looked at him, eyes glassy, chest heaving. “please, chris. i need you.”

he leaned in, so close his nose brushed yours. “need me? or just my tongue?”

and then he ripped your underwear down your legs and dove between your thighs.

his mouth was hot and ruthless. no teasing now — all tongue and moans and messy licks that had your back arching off the bed. he devoured you like the lollipop was just practice. like you were the only thing he’d ever eat again.

your hands flew to his curls, tugging, grinding your hips up, but he gripped your thighs and pinned you down.

“stay still,” he growled. “wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

and you did. with a cry that had your whole body trembling, thighs clenching around his head, fingers digging into his scalp.

he didn’t stop until you were sobbing.

when he finally pulled back, his lips were glistening and swollen. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then grabbed the lollipop from where he’d tossed it on the bed.

“open,” he ordered softly.

you opened your mouth, dazed and fucked out, and he slid the candy between your lips again.

“good girl,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss your jaw. “now be sweet and suck while i fuck the life outta you.”

you barely had time to catch your breath before he was flipping you over, strong hands dragging your hips up, back arched, cheek pressed into the sheets. the lollipop was still tucked between your lips, sticky sweet as your tongue rolled over it — just like he told you to.

“look at that,” chris muttered behind you, voice already dark and strained. “pretty little mouth full of sugar, and this pussy still dripping for me.”

you felt his palm slide down your spine, slow and possessive, like he was claiming you with his touch. he leaned in close, bare chest warm on your back as he kissed just below your ear.

“don’t spit it out,” he whispered. “keep sucking like a good girl. i wanna see that stick in your mouth while i fuck you stupid.”

you whimpered around the lollipop.

he laughed — low, smug, and mean.

and then you felt it. the fat tip of his cock, heavy and hot, nudging at your entrance. he dragged it through your soaked folds, teasing, slow… then slammed in with one hard thrust.

you choked on the candy, moaning so loud your eyes rolled back.

“fuckkk,” chris hissed, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. “so tight, baby. still clenching around me like you’re not made for this dick.”

he started to move — deep, hard strokes that punched the air from your lungs. you were already wrecked from his mouth, and now he was fucking you like he was trying to ruin you forever.

his fingers slid up to tug your hair back, making you arch even deeper. the angle had you gasping, lollipop falling from your lips and hitting the sheets with a soft thud.

he stilled immediately.

“oh?”

you froze.

“what did i say about that candy, sweetheart?”

“i—I didn’t mean to—”

he pulled out completely.

“no, no, don’t—!” you cried out, reaching back. “please, chris, i didn’t mean to!”

he just grabbed the lollipop, dragged it through your spit-slick lips, and shoved it back into your mouth. “don’t let it happen again.”

and then he was fucking you harder.

the sound of skin slapping, the wet suck of the lollipop between your lips, your muffled moans, his ragged breathing— it all filled the room like sin.

“god, look at you,” he grunted, one hand gripping your waist, the other wrapping around your throat and pulling your head up. “mouth full, brain empty. just takin’ what i give you.”

you nodded, tears spilling over from how good it felt. from how full you were. from how fucking wrecked he had you.

“you’re mine,” he said, low and rough against your ear. “you know that, right? no one else gets to see you like this. gets to fuck you like this.”

you clenched around him hard.

he groaned — deep and broken. “yeah? that turned you on?”

you could barely speak, lollipop still in your mouth, but you moaned a muffled yes.

“say it, then,” he ordered, fucking into you so deep your legs shook. “say you’re mine.”

you pulled the lollipop out just long enough to cry, “i’m yours—i’m yours, chris, please—” before shoving it back between your lips, desperate to obey.

and that pushed him over the edge.

he grabbed your hips and slammed into you one last time, thick and deep, burying himself as he came with a loud, wrecked moan of your name. the sound of it made you cum again, eyes squeezing shut, body shaking under the weight of it.

you collapsed into the mattress, chest heaving, legs trembling.

chris didn’t move for a second, just stayed inside you, breathing hard, head resting on your back. then he pulled out slow, careful, and rolled you over like you were something fragile.

he brushed hair off your face and smiled, soft and lazy. “told you i’d fuck the life outta you.”

you just blinked at him, dazed and stupid with love and lust.

“you okay, baby?” he asked, brushing his thumb across your cheek.

“mhm,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “i’m yours.”

he grinned.

“damn right you are.”

a/n: pls dont flop 💔💔

— typed with one hand, lola.

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you hadn’t even planned to reward him.

you were just proud. he’d been so good lately.

no bratty comments, no teasing touches just to rile you up, no sly little smirks when he knew you were busy.

and tonight? he even did the dishes without being asked. folded your laundry. ran a bath for you.

“what’s gotten into you, huh?” you murmured, standing behind him as he dried his hands, your lips brushing the shell of his ear.

he tensed. blushed, even.

“…just wanna be good for you,” he said softly, barely above a whisper. “i like when you’re happy with me.”

your fingers slid down his arms slowly, curling around his waist, nails scraping just enough to make him shiver. “you want a reward, baby?”

he nodded— once, quickly, but didn’t say anything. he was already pliant, already waiting.

so you made him wait just a little longer.

you had him sit on the edge of the bed, back flat against the headboard. your fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head with no resistance. he was already breathing heavier, thighs twitching, because he knew what was coming.

“color?” you asked, settling between his legs on your knees.

“green. please.”

god— the please almost did you in right there.

you made a show of it. untying your hair. licking your lips. dragging your fingers up the inside of his thighs slowly, smirking when his hips jerked and he let out a soft, desperate sound.

“look at you,” you murmured, palming him through his boxers. “all this for me?”

“yes. fuck, yes— all for you—”

you dragged the waistband down torturously slow, just enough to free his cock, already hard and leaking. you didn’t touch him— not yet. you just stared, then leaned forward and let a string of spit drip from your mouth onto the tip.

chris whined. actually whined.

“you’re so good, baby,” you said sweetly, wrapping a hand around the base. “you’ve been behaving so well. helping me. being my sweet little thing.”

and then you smirked. “you wanna cum in my mouth?”

“yes— fuck, yes, please, i’ll be so good, i—”

you cut him off with a soft moan as you wrapped your lips around the head, tongue swirling, hand working slow and steady.

chris lost it.

he tipped his head back, lips parted, hands fisting in the sheets because he knew better than to touch you without permission. he was squirming, muttering little “oh my god”s and “fuckfuckfuck”s and your name like it was a prayer.

you took your time. sucking slow and deep, then pulling off to tease the tip with kitten licks, letting your spit drip messily down his shaft. you wanted to make it memorable.

“you taste so good, baby,” you mumbled, stroking him while you looked up through your lashes. “you wanna cum already?”

he nodded frantically, pupils blown out, chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon. “please, i’ve been— been trying so hard, i—”

“i know,” you cooed, then sank back down, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him deep.

you didn’t stop. not when he gasped, not when his thighs trembled, not even when he begged.

“i’m gonna—fuck, please, can i—can i cum? pleasepleaseplease—”

you moaned around him in response and that’s all it took.

his back arched and he choked out your name, cumming hard, right down your throat, hands gripping the sheets like he was hanging on for dear life.

you swallowed, let him ride it out, soft licks and kisses to his overstimmed tip as he twitched and whined.

and when you finally pulled off, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, he was flushed red, chest heaving, eyes glassy.

“good boy,” you whispered, crawling up to straddle his lap and press a kiss to his flushed cheek.

“see? rewards are worth behaving for.”

and the way he looked at you; dazed, blissed out, completely yours— you knew he’d be begging to earn another one tomorrow.

a/n: i love sub!chris 😋😋

—typed with one hand, lola.

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you weren’t supposed to be alone with him.

not after last weekend. not after the kitchen. not after his mouth on your neck and your hand down his sweats.

but your brother, nathan, invited chris over again like nothing had happened, and now here you are. pretending like you didn’t just make eye contact with chris when he stretched on the couch, jaw tight, shirt riding up like he wanted you to look.

and you did. you always did.

but you shouldn’t be in his lap.

“what are you doing?” you whisper, barely moving your mouth. you’re sitting on his thighs, facing the tv. the room’s dark. nathan’s upstairs. and chris’s fingers are already under the waistband of your shorts.

he hums low, like he’s bored. “relax. you’ll make it weird.”

“i’m not—chris, shut up,” you whisper-shout, trying to grab his wrist— but he only slips his hand lower.

your breath stutters when his fingers find your heat, slow and deliberate. his palm presses tight against you, pinning you in place. he doesn’t even look away from the screen.

“so fucking wet,” he mutters under his breath, lips barely moving. “you knew i was gonna do this.”

you swallow hard, shaking your head. “nathan’s home.”

“yeah,” he says, dragging one thick finger through your folds. “so be quiet.”

you bite your lip, hard. he circles your clit, slow and lazy like he’s got all the time in the world.

your hips jerk, instinctive. he clicks his tongue.

“if you get loud, i’m stopping.”

you nod. quickly. breathlessly. and then he slips a finger in.

you squeeze your thighs shut. he grins.

“knew you could take it,” he whispers, brushing his lips against your ear. “been thinking about this since the lake.”

you let out a shaky breath, and he covers your mouth immediately.

“uh uh,” he hums. “don’t make me cover your mouth and your throat.”

you whimper against his palm.

he fucks you slow, steady, with two fingers now. his other hand stays over your lips, holding your head back to his chest. you’re dripping. soaked. clenching around his fingers and silently begging for more.

“you’re so good like this,” he breathes. “all bratty when nathan’s around, but the second i touch you—”

your body tenses. your stomach twists. your legs tremble.

“—you fall apart. my perfect fucking secret.”

you come in silence. twitching in his lap. mouth open. eyes wet. he kisses your shoulder and wipes his fingers on your thigh.

“go say goodnight to your brother,” he says casually, like he didn’t just break you open. “then come upstairs.”

a/n: i was supposed to post this yesterday but then i saw family and forgot to schedule it😭

— typed with one hand, lola.

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✪ CHRIS STURNIOLO ✪

𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞. ★

𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 ★

𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 ★

𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐩 ★

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ★

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✪ MATT STURNIOLO ✪

𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ★

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✪ MISC ✪

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you were going to kill him. you were going to actually snap chris fucking sturniolo’s neck right here in your best friend’s house.

his laugh echoed in the hallway, cruel and cocky, biting through the heavy silence like a blade. “what, cat got your tongue?” he smirked, blocking your path with one broad shoulder against the wall. “or are you just finally realizing you’re not as smart as that mouth makes you sound?”

you rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. “get the fuck out of my way, chris.”

he clicked his tongue, leaned in, and whispered, “make me.”

and that’s what did it. that’s what snapped.

because next thing you knew, your fingers were in his shirt, shoving him back into the empty guest room like your life depended on it. the second the door slammed, his hands were on you—rough, bruising, starved.

you kissed like people who hated each other. all teeth and spit and sharp nails. he bit your lip hard enough to make you gasp, then smirked as he shoved you into the dresser.

“been wanting to shut you up for months,” he panted, grabbing your face with one hand while his other pulled your hips flush to his. “y’gonna let me now, babygirl?”

“fuck you.”

his laugh was dark. “that’s the plan.”

then he flipped you.

hand on the back of your neck, he bent you over the dresser like it was nothing. you barely had time to breathe before you felt him yank your skirt up, panties down, and hiss behind you—“knew it. fuckin’ knew this pussy would be perfect.”

you were soaking. disgusting. furious at yourself for it.

“you’re such a fuckin’ brat,” he growled, dragging the tip of his cock between your folds without pushing in yet. “always running that mouth, acting like you don’t want me.” he slapped your ass hard, made you jolt, “this pussy’s been beggin’ for me since day one.”

“go to hell,” you bit out.

he laughed again. “ladies first.” and then he slammed into you.

you moaned—loud, broken, shameless.

his hips snapped into you with a brutal rhythm, hands gripping your waist so hard you swore you’d bruise. the dresser creaked with every thrust. his name spilled from your mouth like a curse, like a prayer.

“yeah?” he taunted, grabbing your hair to yank your head back. “so fuckin’ loud now. you were real quiet when my cock was down your throat in your little daydreams, weren’t you?”

your moan turned into a choke. he leaned closer, breath hot on your ear.

“bet you touch yourself thinkin’ about this,” he spat. “bet you rub that pretty cunt and imagine me bending you over every surface in this house.”

he reached down and rubbed your clit, fast and rough and relentless.

“chris—fuck—”

“yeah,” he growled. “thats it.”

he came so hard he bit your shoulder.

but he didn’t stop. not even when you were shaking. not even when you whimpered from overstimulation. he just pressed your face to the wood, shoved two fingers in your mouth.

“one more.”

a/n: yesss first post.. lwk nervous🫣🫣

—typed with one hand, lola.