she her. 20. chris girl. masterlist.

betty :: cat person. fashion student. music obsessed. bambi eyes. sunsets. fantastic mr fox. folklore & evermore. autumn lover. chris' pirate girl. freckles. jellycats. navy blue. silver jewelry. calico critters.

requests are open. english is not my first language!

chris sturniolo :: reader

you and chris tried to cook mini pizzas but things didn't turn out as expected when you both got a little distracted.

warnings! fluff (kind of). kissing. making out. petnames.

"i don't know, baby, this sounds too hard f'me." chris said, reading the recipe over your shoulder. "oh, c'mon. we can do it, right?" he raised his eyebrows at you. "what? you were the one who came up with the idea, remember?" you added, watching his quiet reaction.

"yeah, i just didn't think you were actually buying it." you started to move around your chicken, searching for the ingredients. chris hopped up onto the counter, watching you.

the triplets had invited a few friends over tonight, and nick nicely asked if you could cook something for everyone—knowing how good you were in the kitchen.

you liked cooking, and honestly, some homemade food would do these boys some good. all they eat is junk food, so you agreed.

chris suggested mini pizzas—which wasn’t exactly a shock. but you liked the idea. who doesn't like mini pizzas? now here you were, trying to cook them, with your boyfriend's help.

"damn, you look so sexy when you're all focused like that." you chuckled, putting everything on the counter next to where chris was sitting.

he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer. "i could just take you right here on this counter." you laughed, resting your hands on his chest. "you don't want to ruin the mini pizzas, do you?"

"why don't we just buy it? it would be so much easier." you quickly kissed his lips and made your way back to your ingredients. "you know it's not the same thing, baby. now, will you help me or not?"

"only if you give me another kiss." he teasingly smiled at you, making you chuckle. "i'm starting to think i should've asked matt or nick for help instead." you teased back.

"yeah, if you want your kitchen burned down." he said scoffing. "believe me, those kids are way worse than me."

you giggle and he quickly pulled you into his arms again, making you gasp. "one more kiss." his bright blue eyes hard to resist. "okay, but i really gotta focus, or else it won't be ready in time."

the kitchen was a mess—flour and sauce everywhere. you had just put the tray in the oven and were almost done.

chris kept playfully teasing you the entire time. some stolen kisses here, and sneaking extra cheese into his mouth there, making it nearly impossible to stay focused.

"god, you're a mess." he chuckled, hugging you from behind. you turned to face him. "that's your fault. you were the one who dropped the flour all over the place." he laughed, remembering the blurry white mess and how you gazed at him—furiously—but it didn't take long for you to burst into laughter.

"oh c'mon, it's way funnier to cook when i'm with you." you scoffed, shooking your head. "yeah, and don't forget chaotic."

he wrapped his hands on your waist, effortlessly lifting you onto the counter. you let out a sharp breath, caught off guard. "chris, what—" chris brushed his fingers across your cheek. "flour." he soft smiled at you, showing his thumb, covered in white.

"god, we need to clean this place." you felt his hands slide from your waist to your thighs. "relax, sweetheart. this mess isn't going anywhere." he leaned in, brushing his lips on your cheek.

"but—" it didn't take long before his lips found yours, starting a soft, lingering kiss. he didn't deepen the kiss at first, but didn't pull back either, like he was waiting to see if you would. but you didn't.

you kissed him back, more intensely now. he could feel the taste of flour and sauce in your mouth, and you felt the cheese in his. you giggled against his lips. "what?" he asked smiling, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"we're tasting like pizza." he chuckled. "lucky you, i love pizza." he murmured and sealed his lips on yours again.

the kiss quickly turned into something intense, deep again. your tongues familiarly moving in sinc together. his hands running to grab your ass and your legs automatically wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

"i meant it when i said i could take you right here." his lips moved down to your neck, slightly marking your skin. "if you do it, i will have flour in my ass for the rest of my life." he chuckled against your skin.

"we should go to your room then." he murmured, voice hoarse, pressing his hips against yours. "skip dinner, what you think?" you lowly moaned, feeling his hardness against your clothed body.

"chris—" his hands teased the waistband of your shirt, making you shiver. neither of you cared how messy you both were—and chris wanted to leave you even worse.

he took your shirt off, throwing it somewhere on the floor. "you're so beautiful." he whispered in your ear and you tangled your fingers in his hair.

his hands roamed over your body. he could get lost just from feeling your bare skin against his palms, so warm, so smooth.

"i fuckin' need you." he groaned when you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him tighter against your lips. "please, ma."

you loved seeing him so desperate for you, going completely insane just to touch you, to feel you. the way he was addicted to every inch of you had you soaked.

you murmured against his mouth, sharing the same feelings as him—you were desperate for chris. nothing else in your mind besides the man tangled with you, and how every touch of his body sent jolts of excitement and pleasure through you.

his hands gripped your ass tightly, making you arch against him, while his lips were feverishly kissing your neck again. you gasped, feeling his tongue on you.

"so much better than any pizza in the world." he joked and you weakly chuckled, more worried about feeling his lips on your skin again. it was when you suddenly remembered.

your eyes widened and you quickly pushed chris off you, making your way to the oven. "holy shit, chris!" smoke filled your kitchen when you opened it. chris started trying to wave the smoke away with a dish towel. the mini pizzas were ruined.

"fuck." you sighed in frustration. "what am i going to do now?" chris wrapped his arms around you from behind. "it's okay, baby. we can order some food, no problems, alright?"

you weakly chuckled and he smiled in relief, head resting on your shoulder. "i can't believe this happened. it's your fault."

"mine? i didn't do anything wrong!" chris raised his brows, acting all innocent. "you were distracting me!" you turned around to face him.

"oh sweetheart, you can't pretend you weren't loving it." he kissed your forehead. "you're unbelievable." you rolled your eyes, chuckling. "but you're telling them what happened, okay?" you added.

"anything for you, pretty." he said, grabbing you by the waist. "now, where were we?" a playful smirk crept into his lips, his eyes roamed over your body, and he lifted you onto the counter again. he had that look on his face—you knew you wouldn't be able to resist it.

© sturnblue.

english is not my first language!

✦ :: smut. ✿ :: fluff.

chris sturniolo.

✦ — movie night.

✿ — mini pizzas.

chris sturniolo :: reader

your friend chris came over for a casual movie night, but things didn’t exactly go as planned after he found something unexpected in one of your drawers.

warnings! smut. dom!chris. fingering. overstimulation. edge control. use of vibrator.

"can we watch cars? it's been a while since i last watched it." chris asked throwing his body against your bed. "are you serious?" you gazed at him chuckling and he nodded. "we already watched it like a hundred times." he shrugged, taking off his shoes.

"this is my side, by the way." you said pointing at the spot his was laying on. "too late." a playful smirk crept onto his face, making you chuckle, rolling your eyes.

"can we watch it or not?" he asked, impatiently. his eyes following you while you made your way to the other side of the bed. "yeah, sure." you didn't actually care, and, to be honest, you liked how funny it was to watch cars with him.

"why can you watch it at your place? i know nick's out, but you still got matt to watch it with you, since you don't want to be alone."

"yeah, he wasn't in a good mood today, y'know? so i'll thought i'll give him some space." he said, shrugging. you chuckled. "what about my space?" "oh, you don't need it." he gave you a soft but teasingly smile, and you rolled your eyes, pulling his face away.

"just put the movie already." you said smiling back, shaking your head. "i'm trying, but i can't find the goddamn remote" he complained, running his hands over the sheets, searching for it. "first drawer next to you." you said reaching for the light switch next to bed, making the room goes dark.

suddenly you remembered. "chris, wait—!" you didn't keep just the remote inside that drawer. "oh god." he lowly said. you froze, heat rushing to your face.

he turned around again, facing you. his eyebrows raised and a slow smirk forming on his lips like he'd just uncovered your deepest secret. "this is definitely not a remote." there it was. in his hands. your vibrator. a clit sucker, to be exact.

"chris— gimme that!" you leaned in his direction trying to get the pink toy out of his hand, failing. "didn't know you had one of these." your face burning. a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "chris, that's not funny, put it back."

"relax. i'm not judging you." he said analyzing the object in his hands. "i mean, everyone need to get some fun, y'know?" he was holding a laugh and you wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

"so, how often do you—" "chris!" you cut him off, burring your face in your hands. "what? i'm just curious." his giggles were driving you mad, and you knew he was never letting that go.

"i never used it." your voice muffled by your hands. "never?" he sounded surprised. "yeah— i mean, it's new and i never..." you gazed at him again, your voice low and clearly full of embarrassment.

chris turned it on, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. you both watching the small silicone toy slightly vibrating in his hands, and you involuntarily pressed your legs together.

"how many levels does it has?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the clit sucker. "seven, i guess." you lowly said. "seven?" he raised his eyebrows. "is it too much?"

"chris— look, i don't know, okay? i told you, i never tried. now put it back, let's just watch the movie, alright?" you said already done with that whole conversation.

"do you want to?" he looked at you. eyes darkened. "i'm sorry, what?" "do you wanna try it?" you chuckled "what— i mean, yeah, i brought it, so i'll probably try it someday, i guess."

"i meant right now." you locked eyes with him. your brows frowning in confusion, uncertain you heard it right. "alright, stop. that's not funny." you nervously chuckled.

"i'm not joking." his husky voice making you shiver. the vibrator was still on, and the low noise coming from it was messing with your thoughts. "chris." your breath was failing, heart racing. it felt like your body was betraying you.

"oh, come on." he grinned and shifted in bed, getting closer to you. you froze watching his movements. "i know you wanna try it. just... let me help you."

you watched him slowly approaching the toy to you. he started trailing it on your knees, slowly moving up to your thighs. your eyes locked again in his face, watching his eyes observing your legs, the vibration making your whole body shiver. the growing arousal not letting you think straight.

"what do you say, huh?" he gazed at you, eyes meeting yours, soft but dark. he licked his lips and looked down at yours. his eyes running through your face, waiting for an answer.

you slowly nodded and he sighed, a relieved sound, and smiled at you. without another word, he leaned closer, sealing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. the vibrator still slightly working on your upper thigh.

"take your shorts off." he commanded, breaking the kiss, and you slowly obeyed.

he easily pulled you into his lap, your back laying on his chest, bodies intertwined. "do you think you can handle all levels, sweetie?" he whispered in your ears, slightly biting your earlobe. you nodded, biting your lips. "what's wrong, pretty? use your words."

"yes." your voice barely a whisper. "that's better." he turned the vibrator off and threw it on the mattress. his lips now on your neck. you closed your eyes and laid your head on his shoulder, giving him more access to your skin.

his hands roamed over your body, stopping at your thighs. his lips never letting your neck go. he slowly spread your legs, his fingers tracing soft circles on your inner thighs, leaving you breathless.

"you're fuckin' beautiful." every whisper leaving his mouth making you even wetter. his hands roamed up your body again, this time bringing your shirt with them.

now you were completely exposed for him, your skin against his clothed body. you arched your back feeling his hardness against you.

you gasped feeling his warm hands cupping your breasts. his lips savoring every inch of your neck, biting, licking, leaving little marks.

while one of his hands kept playing with your tits, the other went down your stomach, stopping inches above your sensitive spot. you closed your eyes and locked your fingers in his hair, whines leaving your mouth from anticipation.

his fingers finally touched where you needed the most, slightly spreading you open, feeling your wetness. "so wet, and all for me."

without waiting another second, both of his fingers completely entered your hole, making you bite your lips, trying to muffle a moan. "na-ah, i wanna hear you, pretty. let it out." you lowly moaned again in response, feeling his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you, while your walls clenched them tightly.

he brought his sticky fingers close to your face. "tongue out." you immediately obeyed, feeling his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. "does it taste good, ma?"

"u-hum" you nodded, yours sounds muffled by his fingers while you were sucking it clean.

one of his hand resting on your lower stomach, the other grabbed the pink toy again, turning it on at the lowest level. heat running through your body with anticipation.

"keep them open f'me, 'kay?" he asked opening your legs with his free hand. you gasped feeling the vibrator on your skin, close to where you needed it the most, but still not enough.

"is it good here, babe?" he whispered and you shook your head. he chuckled. "no? you want more?" chris was teasing you, he wanted to hear you beg. "y-yes." you answered, voice low and weak, your body slightly moving, searching for what you were desperate for.

you moaned when you finally felt it against your most sensitive area. the vibrator lazily sucking your clit, still weak, but enough to make you squirm.

chris started slowly circling it against you. "better here, huh? turn the lights on again, i wanna see you." you nodded, seaching for the light switch again, turning it on.

you threw you head on his shoulder. his hand that was keeping you opened now on your hair, making you look down again. "look at it, ma. look how it sucks you." he pressed the button again, making its intensity go up.

you whimpered watching the pink toy in between your legs, sending jolts of pleasure all over you. "wanna try level three?" he asked already increasing the intensity once again. too much. "oops, i think that's four, isn't it, ma? we can stay here a lil' longer, what you think?"

"chris—" you whimpered, grabbing his arm. the small toy making your body twich. the tension quickly building up due the change of intensities. "i'm close." you warned, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach approaching.

"already? nah, i wanna try all levels before you cum, hold it." you nodded biting your lips, trying hard to prolong the inevitable.

the pleasure only kept growing and you lowly cried his name, not sure how much long you could hold it. "fuck— chris, lemme cum, please.

"not yet. we're still at level four." his lips were on your neck again. your body squirming, trying its best to hold back. your nails digging into his arm.

level five now. "chriiis." you whimpered. "keep holding it, ma. just be a good girl for me and hold it, alright?"

chris was rock hard just from knowing he was making you feel that way. feeling you squirm, hearing your pretty noises, the power he has over you, everything about it was driving him crazy.

"please, just... let me—" your words were cutt off by a moan, your legs uncontrollably shaking as you finally come undone. "fuck!" you screamed and chris bit your shoulder.

he increased it to level six. your legs acted by themselves, involuntarily closing together. "i said keep them open." he growled at your ear. "chris— too much—"

"oh, sweetheart, i didn't tell you to cum, now you're giving me another one." his legs intertwined with yours, holding you open and still for him.

you lowly cried, feeling overstimulated. your whole body was twitching, he got the intensity up again. last level. the vibrations and the way he was circling it on your clit making you roll your eyes.

"chris— i can't." you frenetically shook your head. "one more." he wisphered against your shoulder, kissing it, trailing a path of soft kisses up your neck. crazy contrast to what was happening in between your legs.

your fingers intertwined with his hair, gripping it tightly. "chris! holy shit—" you cried feeling both of his fingers inside you again. the overstimulation was too much, the aching pleasure making you arch your back.

"shhh, it's okay sweetheart, stay still f'me." his horse voice in your ear adding even more to the pleasure. "god, gonna cum again." you warned. your voice high pitched, completely lost in the moment as you felt your climax building up for the second time.

"cum for me, baby." he pressed the vibrator harder on your clit, his long fingers touching your sweet spot, making you see stars.

with a loud cry, you let yourself go again. your whole body trembling, weak. your legs desperately trying to close, but his grip on you tightened, not letting you do it.

you squirmed, feeling more sensitive than ever. "chris, please—" you cried and he took the vibrator off you, turning it off and throwing it somewhere in bed.

his fingers still moving inside you without hurring, stretching your walls, feeling everything. he didn't want it to end. he was already addicted to the feeling of you clenching around him, so tight, sensible, the pretty little noises coming out of your mouth, all caused by him.

when he finally stopped, you whined feeling him emptying you. this time he took his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. "so fuckin' delicious."

he turned you around, putting your chest onto his, both of your legs resting on either side of his body. one of his hands softly stroking your still shaking thigh, the other in your hair. he left a tender kiss on your forehead. "you did so good for me, beautiful."

you looked up at him through your lashes. your eyes were tired but soft. he gave you a smile, his hands stroking your hair giving you a comfortable feeling.

"i bet my dick could make you feel even better." he said, taking you by surprise and you laughed. "well, next time we could try that instead."

"next time, huh? movie nights just got a lot more interesting, don't you think?" he smirked at you, sealing his lips on your forehead one more time.

© sturnblue.