šš.įšššš... loves to see your cock-drunk face as he pounds into you while hugging your thighs with your back flush against the fogged up mirror.
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ā° Mattās eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he held your thighs tightly, your legs up in the air on one side of his shoulders and his arms wrapped in an iron grip around themārendering you immobile. Your moans echoed throughout the bathroom as he pulled your hips forward, changing the angle and every thrust from him hit the spot inside you that made your toes curl. Your hands scrambled to hold onto anything you could, your shoulders flush against the fogged up mirror behind you. The overwhelming pleasure making your mind go numb.
šØ ššš ššššššš ššššš... You had just gotten out of the shower when he suddenly walked in. Mattās face flushed when he saw your naked form, even though heās seen it plenty of times by now. "Sorryā" you chuckled when you heard the slightly panicked tone, "hey, itās fine, shouldāve locked the door, but since Chris and Nick are out I thought it was alright, no?" He nodded slowly, his eyes raking over your body appreciatively before snapping back up to your face. A sheepish grin plastered on his lips as he shifted his weight on one leg, trying to discreetly hide the growing arousal in his pants. You raised your eyebrows, noticing the telltale signs of his desire right away.
šš.įššššš... loves when your ass recoils against his hips when he pounds into you from behind, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulling on it until you look up at your fucked-dumb reflection in the mirror.
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ā§ Chris groaned lowly as he drew back before slamming hard into you. Your backside recoiled from the force and your legs trembled, loud moans spewing out of your parted lips. He bit his lips, putting his hand on the small of your back and firmly pressing on it. The edge of the countertop in front of your upper thighs only made it easier for him to go as deep as he wanted without your body bouncing away. Your eyes rolled back in your skull before closing shut and reopening a few seconds later, widened like saucers when he increased his pace. Your hand travelled back in a futile attempt to slow him down, your moans nothing short of pornographic.
šØ ššš ššššššš ššššš... Nick and Matt had gone to get food. They did ask you if you wanted to tag along, but you just wanted to stay in and Chris being Chris, your sweet boyfriend, decided to stay home with you. As much as you wanted to keep cuddling with your boyfriend on the couch ā cozied up in blankets ā you really had to pee. And so, you disentangled yourself from Chris with a heavy sigh, "Iāll be right back, gotta piss." You could hear him chuckling and shouting an "okay" from his place on the couch as you walked towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, you heard the bathroom door opening while you washed your hands. A pair of hands pushing you down to bend over the counter.
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Summary: After picking on Chris for being an extremely touchy person, the two of you make a bet. Will Chris be able to control himself long enough to win?
Warnings: MDNI/ smut/ chrisxfem!reader/ bf!chris/ unprotected p n v (use a fucking rubber)/ oral (fem receiving)/ touchy! chris x needy! reader/ competitive! chris/ use of "you"/couldn't tell ya how many words
A/N: Time for a Chris fanfic! I am still new to writing, so bear with me. The song loosely relates to the fic. Interactions are appreciated! Pls don't steal my shit. Thx!š
"Keep your filthy fucking paws off of me," Nick says pushing his brother, Chris, away from him. Chris had wrapped his arm around Nick's shoulders as the two of them spoke.
Your boyfriend Chris is probably the most physically affectionate person that you know. He is always eager to touch those he cares about the most. Whenever it comes to you, Chris loses all self-control. He needs to be touching you in some way at all times; like he'll go insane without the feeling of your body against his in some way, shape, or form.
"You have got to be the touchiest motherfucker that I know, seriously," Nick continues, dusting the remanence of Chris' hands off of his shoulders.
"Shut up," Chris chuckles, pushing Nick backwards.
Nick looks up shocked. His eyes move back and forth from yours and Matt's, Nick and Chris' other brother. You and Matt begin to laugh uncontrollably.
"Please tell me you two fucking see this. I mean this is absurd! Even when I ask him not to touch me, he touches me. It's crazy!" Nick states completely dumbfounded.
Chris is laughing along with you and Matt. He begins to walk towards Matt, reaching out to grab his arm as he loses control of his body.
"Don't bring that shit over here," Matt says out of breath, wiping the tears from his eyes, failing to reel himself in.
Chris looks at you through squinted eyes. You simply open your arms as he walks towards you. He knew that you wouldn't turn down his touch. Chris stands in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck, laughing profusely into your skin.
"Can we please talk about this?!" Nick begins, still completely shocked. "I have never seen anything like this. Like he actually needs to be studied. He has always been "touchy feely", but ever since he got a girlfriend, it has multiplied by a gabillion." The room is still filled with the laughter of Chris and Matt, yours no longer producing noise.
"I mean seriously, I feel so bad for you. I can guarantee that you never get a fucking second to just breathe!" Nick exclaims.
You somehow manage to catch your breath and gain composure.
"It doesn't bother me. I've gotten used to it," you reply, rubbing your hand up and down Chris' back, attempting to calm him down.
Nick releases a scoff, letting you know that he doesn't believe you.
"Anyways, back to what I was saying," Nick begins shaking his head. He's looking at you, the only one stable enough to understand him. "Me and Matt are going to the store; do you want us to get you guys anything; besides some fucking giggle juice?"
"No, I think that's all we need," you reply, letting out a small laugh. Your whole body is now shaking at the intensity of Chris' reaction to Nick's last statement.
"Alright, we will be back in a few hours," Nick says, practically dragging Matt out of the door, him and Chris continuing to crack up.
The door shuts and Chris is eventually able to control himself. He pulls his head out of your neck and looks in your eyes, a huge grin spread across his face.
"Let's go to my room and find something to do until they get back," Chris says, his fingers running up and down your sides. You meet his lips with a short peck.
"I've got something in mind," you say smirking at him.
The two of you walk to Chris' room, holding hands of course. You have been trying to convince Chris to watch all of your favorite movies and now is the perfect time to start. Chris turns on the movie, "Five Feet Apart," and the two of you lay in his bed. As the film goes on, you can't help but think about what Nick was saying earlier. You are now very observant of how often Chris asks for a kiss or squeezes you tighter. When he gets up out of bed to grab a drink, you begin to laugh out loud at your own thoughts. Chris comes back into the room as you're laughing uncontrollably, trying to think of any moment he has spent any amount of time without physical contact.
"What the fuck is so funny?" Chris asks, taking a sip of his Pepsi as he stands in his doorway.
You swing your legs over the side of the bed to face your boyfriend.
"I was just thinking about what Nick was saying. I genuinely cannot think of a time that you went 5 minutes without touching me," you say.
Chris smirks and shakes his head. He begins to walk closer to you.
"Do you really think that I touch you a lot?" he asks, taking another drink.
"What do you mean think? You can't keep your hands off of me," you let out a small laugh.
"Yes, I can," Chris states in a cocky manner. "You touch me just as much as I touch you." He sits his drink down and gives you a smug look, stepping closer to you.
"Fine then. Let's make a deal. Until Nick and Matt get back, we have to keep our hands to ourselves. You can't touch me, and I won't touch you," you flick your brow up as you propose the idea to Chris.
"And why would I do that?" he says, laughing at your playfulness.
āTo prove a point.ā
Chris looks around the room for a second, thinking about what you said.
āHow about we make this a little bit harder, since Nick and Matt aren't here,ā he says, an arrogant look on his face. Chris bends down to whisper in your ear. āHow about I do some things that make it harder for both of us to keep our hands off of each other.ā
He then places an open-mouthed kiss to the spot right behind your ear. He tugs lightly on the bottom of your earlobe before pulling away. The combination of his warm breath, wet kiss, and teeth pulling on your skin, sends a feeling of arousal throughout your body. Chris looks at you with a shit-eating grin on his face, clearly able to see what he's doing to you.
"And why would I that?" you say, mocking him. Chris' eyes trail up and down your body, not missing a single curve.
"If I win, I get to touch you anywhere I want, wherever I want, anytime I want for a week, and you don't get to say shit to me about it." Chris runs his tongue across his bottom lip as he finishes his sentence. Just the thought of having any part of you at his fingertips whenever he pleased made him grow hard.
"And if I win," you start, noticing the tent forming at the crotch of his pants, " I get to wear as little as I want, whenever I want, and you can look all you want, but you can't touch, for a week." You smile up at Chris, seeing him picture you in the smallest article of clothing in his head.
"I think you've got yourself a deal," Chris says, moving even closer to you.
You lift off of the bed slightly, sliding your hands underneath of your ass, pressing them into the bed. Chris places his hands on the bed, one on either side of your hips. Your lips connect almost immediately, the two of you aching to touch now that you can't. The kiss is deep and passionate, the both of you long for more. You remove your hands from underneath you, pulling off the shirt and pants you're wearing. Chris' lips leave yours and meet your collarbone without hesitation. His hungry kisses across your skin deepen your desire for him to touch you. Chris has seen you in a bra and underwear plenty of times. Removing your clothes doesn't seem to faze him much.
"This is too easy," you say, a smile spreading across your face. Your hands reach behind your back and unbuckle your bra. You drop it on the floor, scoot away from Chris, and lay down on the bed.
Chris stands up completely. His eyes roam over your entire body, lingering on your breasts. Lacking a good poker face, Chris' expression confirmed that you just made things 10 times harder for him, in multiple different ways. He tugs at his bottom lip as he soaks in the amount of skin you have exposed.
"That's not fair," he laughs, his eyes touching every part of your figure that his hands should be feeling.
Chris removes all of his clothes, only leaving his boxers. Your eyes trail over his body. Your eyes widen when you see the bulge in his underwear. A small chuckle escapes Chris' lips at your face. His eyes never leave yours as he removes his underwear seductively, his entire body now on display.
"Now we're even," he says. Chris moves across the room and climbs on top of you, careful to keep both of his hands on the bed.
The air chills your uncovered body. Chris' lips only momentarily heating the areas that they touch. It isn't enough. You need his hands on you. Messy kisses are placed all around your frame as he travels down you. After reaching the waist band of your underwear, Chris moves directly to your inner thighs, devouring them. Your hips begin to buck upwards, wanting his mouth on the place covered by soaked fabric.
"Take them off," Chris says placing a single gentle peck to the front of your underwear.
You shake your head while biting your lip. You earnestly wanted his hands on you and refused to help him out any longer.
"You do it," you said, your heart racing.
"I'm not losing this bet," he responds placing a gentle kiss to either side of your pelvic bone. Suddenly, his tongue slides under the left side wing of your underwear. He pinches the material between his teeth and slides one side of your underwear down to your thigh. He slowly moves to the right side of your body and performs the same motion. His intention is to draw this process out as long as he can, hoping you'll cave. Tongue, bite, pull, switch. Tongue, bite, pull, switch. As soon as one side reaches your ankle, you begin to shake them off yourself, flinging them into the floor.
"Someone's impatient," Chris smiles. He knows you won't last much longer.
His head dives between your legs, his tongue licking up the need that is dripping from you. You let out a whimper, gripping onto the bed sheets, miserably trying to keep your hands busy. Chris' tongue splits you in half as his nose applies pressure to your clit. He begins to speed up his motion, his tongue now forming small circles around your most sensitive area. Your legs begin to squeeze inward, Chris' head between them acting as a magnet. You can't help but squirm, the intense feeling of pleasure taking over your body. All of your movement is making it difficult for Chris. He is unable hold your legs down, forcing them to stay put.
"If you don't stop moving, I'm going to have to stop," he says, momentarily pulling his lips off of you.
Your moans get louder as Chris proceeds to eat you out. Your legs begin to shake as you attempt to keep from moving, not wanting him to quit. His tongue slips inside of your opening. Your back arches off of the bed. He begins to eat you as sloppily as he can, wanting more than just his tongue to be inside of you. Your toes start to curl. He begins to shake his head back and forth, his tongue flicking in all directions, only stopping to suck on your ball of nerves. You cling onto the sheets for dear life. You're starting to get close. Don't do it. Your hands lose their hold on the bedsheets and find themselves in Chris' hair as you practically levitate off of the bed.
"Oh fuck!" you scream, on the edge of release.
Chris pulls away from you. You did touch him after all. Suddenly his eyes meet yours from in between your legs. His thumb brushes over his lips, gathering all of your remnants before sucking them off of his skin.
"I win," he says with a cocky smirk.
In a swift motion, Chris grabs your leg and throws it over his shoulder, plunging himself inside of you, burying his dick as deep in your walls as possible. As he thrusts in and out of you frantically, his hands touch every part of your body, making up for lost time. The two of you moan loudly at the feeling of him touching you inside and out. It doesn't take long before your stomach clenches and you reach your orgasm, Chris' warm cum coating your insides at the same time. As the two of you ride out your high, your hands continue to feel every part of each other. Chris slumps on top of you, wrapping his arms around you, and burying his face in your chest. Your arms embrace him, pulling him closer. After a few moments of relishing the feeling of you both on top of one another, Chris leaves your body to grab a towel and pull on his clothes. As he cleans you up, he makes sure to touch you in every way he can. He throws the towel on the floor and grabs your clothes, insisting on dressing you as well. He starts with your underwear and pants, wanting to see you topless as long as possible. Before putting your bra back on, he takes your breasts in both of his hands and squeezes, kissing you tenderly.
"You better get used to that," he says, pulling away from your mouth and sliding your bra on. "I've got a whole 7 days to do that whenever I want."
For the next week, Chris took as much advantage of his prize as possible. When meeting up with his family he would hug you as long and hard as he could. When around his brothers at home, he would palm your ass with both hands, squeezing roughly and kissing you with passion. Even when hanging out in public settings with your friend group, you would find at least one of his hands wandering from your thigh and meeting the sweet spot in between your legs.
you can make it up but can you do smt like chris being really pda with the reader and like matt and nick make fun of him but the reader loves it
į¹ Seen. chris sturniolo.
The pins fall with a clean, solid crash.
āSTRIKE!ā Chris shouts, in his head. On the outside, he stays cool, just turning around. When he notices my phone recording him, he does a silly celebration dance. Then he searches for my eyes once he sees I stopped filming.
"Did you get that? Did I look cool?"
He walks over with that proud grin and his arms already wide open, expecting a hug. I donāt even get a chance to stand ā he drops right next to me on the seat, wraps me in his arms, and hides his face in my neck. I run my hand down his back and feel a soft kiss on my skin.
Just a few feet away, Nick rolls his eyes from his seat.
"You guys are actually disgusting." he mutters, right before itās his turn. Without waiting for a reply, he heads off to grab his ball.
"Donāt say that!" Chris says, now properly settling next to me, slipping an arm around my waist.
"Heās joking, relax," I say when I notice his frown. I rest my hand on his chest, smiling. His face softens and he adjusts his hat, brushing his hair back.
Chris doesnāt even flinch at his brotherās comment. He pulls me in with that cozy warmth he only gives off when heās comfortable. He fixes a strand of my hair and caresses my cheek. He looks so comfy, like weāre sitting in his living room, not in the middle of a bowling alley under blue lights and surrounded by people.
"Careful, anyone here could take a picture of you," I say, gently holding his wrist. "Chris Sturniolo spotted flirting with a mystery girl at downtown LA bowling alley..." I read aloud in the voice of a random gossip account.
"Couldnāt care less right now," he says with a lazy smile, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
"I just donāt wanna cause you drama or headlines. I know what the Chris girls might say," I add, teasing.
He looks at me, suddenly serious.
"Then let 'em know. Let 'em all find out. You're good for me and that's all that matters."
His words catch me off guard. I smile ā itās the only thing I can do. I gently cup his face.
"Did you spike your Pepsi and not tell me?"
"Iām just drunk in love with you," he says, immediately back to being goofy. I roll my eyes, and he flashes a long, sweet smile before giving me a slow kiss and lacing his fingers with mine.
Matt walks past us with a slice of pizza in one hand and a lemonade in the other. He hears the tail end of it and raised his eyebrows.
"Wow. Did I miss something? Chris became boyfriend of the year while I was grabbing food?" he says, sitting across from us.
"First of all, Iāve always been boyfriend of the year. And second, you didnāt miss anything important. Just made the best shot of the night." Chris says with a shrug.
"Cocky." Matt mutters with a mouthful of pizza. My name flashes on the screen, signaling itās my turn.
Chris gives me a wink, a little squeeze on my thigh, and I head off to the lane.
While Iām lining up my shot, the boys keep chatting behind me.
"Are you two celebrating an anniversary or something and weāre just the third wheels now?" Nick says, dropping down next to Chris.
"What are you talkin' about?" Chris chuckles, sipping his soda.
"Weāve seriously lost you, kid." Matt says, cracking his knuckles and stretching his arms.
"Iām just happy, dude. Iāve never felt like this before..." Chris says quietly, like heās confessing something they all already know.
"Weāre happy for you. Itās weird seeing you like this, in public. Makes me wanna throw up, but itās kinda funny." Nick says, earning a light punch in the arm from Matt.
"Weāre just messing around, okay? But keep those corny Instagram stories in close friends for now. The worldās not ready for two cuties like you guys." Matt teases with a grin, getting up to take his turn. "But seriously, weāre happy for you. Both of you." He claps Chris on the shoulder and heads off.
Matt gives me a half-smile as we cross paths, and I head back to Chris. I stay standing next to him, and one of his arms wraps around my thighs from where heās seated, resting his head on my stomach. I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
And this time, I donāt care if anyone sees us or recognizes him. Because I like seeing him like this too ā almost wanting to be seen.
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āĖ weird little habits bf!chris has around you . . .
heās always, like ALWAYS plays with your fingers when youāre close to him or sitting next to him. he likes to intertwine them together or when you wear rings, he will pull them off and put them back on.
he likes to steal one bite of your food everytime. no matter where are you guys, he will always try an attempt to steal from your plate but when you try to do the same, heāll say you can get it if he gets something else in return (usually a kiss or saying something sweet).
he always tried to be near you, for example sitting next to you or being around you. he sits with his knees touching yours and no matter how tiny is the space, he needs that little contact from you.
he narrates everything you do in high-pitched, dramatic voice (heās trying to copy your voice). like you are trying to grab a cookie and he simply goes āthere she goesā¦risking everything just for one little cookie.ā
he keeps one of your hair ties on his wrist all the time. whenever he looks at it during the day, he feels happy and it became a comfort thing for him.
he taps his fingers on your thigh, copying the rythm of the song heās currently listened to.
he likes to mimics your laugh, on purpose. but after one second passes he immiediately says āiām kidding, baby. yours is way cuter than mine.ā
bf!Chris who always makes sure you get home safe. It doesnāt matter if youāre out with friends, running errands, or just heading home from workāChris wonāt sleep until he knows youāre safe. "Text me when you get home," he always says. And if you forget? Your phone buzzes with a simple, "You home, love?" Every time, without fail.
bf!Chris who memorizes your coffee order. You never have to askāhe just knows. One morning, you were running late, and before you could even stress about skipping your caffeine fix, he handed you your usual. "Figured youād need it," he said with a smirk.
bf!Chris who leaves his hoodies at your place on purpose. You always tell him he forgets them, but he never corrects you. "You just look cuter in them," he admits one night when youāre curled up in his hoodie, sleeves covering your hands.
bf!Chris who will literally drop anything for you. You once called him in the middle of a frustrating grocery run because the self-checkout machine wasnāt working. Five minutes later, he walked through the sliding doors, shaking his head with a grin. "Canāt leave you alone for one second, huh?"
bf!Chris who always pulls you closer in his sleep. Even when heās dead asleep, his body knows where yours is. If you roll away, heāll instinctively reach for you, mumbling something incoherent before tucking you against his chest.
bf!Chris who hypes you up over everything. New outfit? "Damn, my girl looks fine." Finished a book? "Look at you, a whole scholar." Made dinner? "Oh, weāre eating like royalty tonight!" No accomplishment is too small for his full support.
bf!Chris who gives you the last bite of everything. It doesnāt matter if itās his favorite mealāif you want it, itās yours. "Nah, Iām full," heāll say, but you know heās lying.
bf!Chris who kisses your forehead like itās second nature. In the mornings, before he leaves, in the middle of conversationsāit just happens. Sometimes, he doesnāt even realize heās doing it. Itās just instinct.
bf!Chris who holds your hand under the table. Even in a crowded restaurant with all his friends, his hand finds yours. He doesnāt need to say anythingājust having you close is enough.
bf!Chris who makes you feel like the only person in the world. At the end of the day, no matter whatās going on, he always makes time for you. "You good, baby?" heāll ask, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. And when he looks at you, you knowāthereās nowhere else heād rather be.
bf!Chris who texts you āgood morningā and āgoodnightā every single day. Even if heās right next to you, even if he saw you five minutes agoāhe still sends them. "Just in case you forget how much I love you," he says with a smirk.
bf!Chris who instinctively rests his hand on your thigh when heās driving. Itās not even a conscious thing anymore. The second he gets in the car, his hand finds your leg, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles against your skin.
bf!Chris who takes random photos of you when youāre not looking. Youāll find them in his camera rollāsome blurry, some candid, all taken with a quiet kind of love. "I just like having pictures of my girl," he shrugs when you catch him.
bf!Chris who brings you snacks when youāre working late. If youāre busy, he wonāt interruptāheāll just quietly place your favorite snack next to you and press a quick kiss to your temple before walking away.
bf!Chris who randomly tucks your hair behind your ear. It doesnāt matter where you areātalking, eating, watching a movieāif your hair falls in your face, he gently brushes it back without a second thought.
bf!Chris who rubs your back until you fall asleep. Some nights, when your mind wonāt shut off, he just runs his hand up and down your back in slow, soothing motions until you drift off.
bf!Chris who makes up the dumbest nicknames for you. Some are cute, some are questionable, but theyāre all undeniably Chris. "Come on, snickerdoodle," heāll say, completely serious.
bf!Chris who always waits for you to walk inside before driving off. Even if you tell him itās fine, he wonāt leave until he sees you step inside. "Just wanna make sure my girlās safe," he says every time.
bf!Chris who always notices the little things. New earrings? "Cute." Different perfume? "You smell good, baby." Somethingās off? "Whatās wrong?" Nothing about you goes unnoticed.
bf!Chris who pulls you closer when someone flirts with you. Heās not the jealous type, but if someoneās being too bold, his arm finds your waist, his lips press against your temple, and his voice is soft but firmā"Sheās with me."
