starring 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

⟡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇!・bf!matt・pet names・cuddling・skin to skin・cozy and intimate・slightly suggestive (not much)・more.

You had been out for a while today, running some errands, meeting up with friends for a cup of something warm. Unfortunately for you, today was probably the coldest it’s been in a while, the air had a certain chill to it that screamed fall. You wished you were at Matt’s place, cuddling under his cozy comforter with him.

So what did you do when you arrived at your boyfriend’s? You immediately walked towards his room, thanking Chris for letting you in, and taking your jacket off on the way. Chris simply laughed, telling you it was no problem, before plopping back down on the living room couch beside Nick to scroll through his phone again.

You entered Matt’s room with a slow sigh, almost like you were relieved as the coziness of his room wrapped around you like a warm blanket. The golden glow of the setting sun peeked in through the sides of his window shades, coloring the room in dim lights of orange, making it all the more cozy.

where chris multitasks while watching a movie...

warnings: nsfw content. porn with no plot. fingering. slight dirty talk.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 chris sturniolo x fem!reader

chris wanted to watch a movie. you wanted him. he proposed a compromise, which is you sitting between his spread legs, back against his chest, movie playing seamlessly on the tv in front of you both all with his hand stuffed into the front of your panties. 

if you didn’t know chris so well, you’d think he wasn’t paying attention to the movie, the way his fingers move perfectly in and out of your pussy, rubbing your clit right when you need it. but you do know him, and you know his eyes are glued to the screen. 

your whines and mewls are barley stifled with your bottom lip between your teeth, your fingers gripping his thighs. he doesn’t even have to hold you open, your legs staying parted because you wanted this so badly. 

wet squelching fills the room as his fingers curl inside of you,  your hips bucking against his hand with a soft whine. he tuts from behind you, and you can feel him shake his head. 

“jesus,” he drawls, fingers curling even deeper inside of you “gonna have to turn the volume up, can barley hear the movie over this greedy pussy.” 

your cheeks burn, squeezing your legs shut to try and stifle the noise. his fingers don’t let up, and his free hand that splayed against your stomach to hold you back against his chest grips your thigh, tugging it effortlessly back open. 

your head tips back against his shoulder when the heel of his palm grinds against your clit, and you can feel his breath puffing hotly against your neck before he places a few chaste kisses along the column of your throat. 

you can feel his cock hardening against your back, and you give a desperate whine in hopes for more, but his eyes stay mostly locked on the screen. his fingers are methodical and almost slow, but they’re building a perfect knot in your tummy. 

“chris,” you hiccup out, squirming slightly in front of him, “gonna make me cum.”

he gives a low hum, acknowledging your half warning, half plea. you shift a bit back against his chest, head craning back against his shoulder with a pout. you want his attention, but he’s caught up in this dumbass movie. 

he feels your relentless wiggling, head tilting to look at you. when he sees the desperation all over your face, a shameless smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. 

“yeah?” he coos softly, “want me to kiss you while you cum on my fingers?” 

you nod desperately, and his head dips down to close the gap. he kisses you deeply but messily, filthy to match the obscene sounds his hand is making between your legs but deeply to ground you. 

he swallows your gasps and hiccups as you cum, working his fingers into your pussy until your thighs clamp so hard around his hand he can’t move it any longer. he pulls your bottom lip between it teeth, tugging it as he pulls away. 

he takes in your expression, floaty and sweet as you slump even further back into his chest. but a loud clash on the tv draws his attention back, and he pulls his hand from your panties, bringing it up to your lips for you to lick clean.  

you whine around his fingers, and his free hand slips between his front and your back, and you can feel him adjust his cock that’s confined by his sweatpants. your stomach bubbles with anticipation, that you’ve finally gotten his full attention. 

but when he pulls his fingers from your lips with a wet ‘pop’, he reaches to his nightstand to grab the tv remote, rewinding the last couple minutes of the movie he had just missed. you sit up to give him an incredulous look, that he seriously is going back to watching the movie. 

he doesn’t look at you, but you can see him desperately trying to suppress a laugh as he pretends to ignore you.

caroline speaks: girl if you don't let him finish that movie

©cinnamonsturns

UNPOPULAR OPINION!! STURN TUMBLR IS NOT DEAD Y'ALL JUST ARE INTERACTING WITH THE SAME FIVE MFS AND ONLY READ SMUT

texts from babydaddy!chris part 14.