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why is this so funny to me 😭😭

Bang Chan ✧ Dwaekkie Gym 

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[ 5.34pm ] tw : heavy degradation, choking, chan gets a lil mean !

sex with chan in the studio is always mind numbingly good, the male always seems to have pent up stress or frustration.

you, being the lovely girlfriend you are, offer to help him out.

"fuckkk, chan- channie." you stuttered out inbetween loud whimpers, taking advantage of the studio's soundproof walls. he had you bent over the couch, his hand tangled in your soft hair as he railed you into the next month, his lower torso snapping against your ass.

"feel good, princess? like it when i use you like this?" chan asked teasingly, a soft groan spilling from his plush lips as you clenched around his length, his hips stuttering momentarily. the hand he had on your hip trailed up your front, wrapping around the fragile skin of your throat gently, a warning.

his body draped itself over your back, his toned torso pressing against the sweat covered skin of your back, his lips finding themselves to the shell of your ear.

"answer me, baby. you like it when i use you like this, yeah? when i treat you like my little breeding bitch?" he snarled against your neck, his length reaching places you didn't know existed, causing your eyes to roll back as your mouth parted ever so slightly.

"y-yes channie- yes! love it so much, please- m' gonna cum." you babbled absentmindedly, only able to focus on the feeling of chan's hand around your neck as his length drilled into your abused cunt. his hand fell from your neck and started to rub quick circles on your clit, causing your thighs to tremble as your orgasm washed over you, your vision turning white as pleasure enveloped you.

a loud grunt fell from chan as he buried himself deep inside of you, painting your walls with his release as his forehead rested against the crook of your neck, his abs tightening with pleasure.

you both laid against eachother as you came down from your highs, heavy breaths filling the studio as you basked in eachother's presence, you wouldn't trade him for the world.

you loved being his stress toy. ♡

I…wrote some smutty Chan stuff the past week or so…nothing crazy but I barely remember doing it each time. I want this man so bad I’m writing things feverishly in the night like I’m possessed.

♡ Bang Chan masterpost ♡

CHRISTOPHER WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US

YALL I DIDNT POST FOR CHANS BIRTHDAY I LITERALLY FUCKING FORGOT I REMEMBER DOING THO WTF

Happy belated birthday Channie!!!

Christopher

Christopher tiene problemas con su madre o familia? :O

Muy bien. Vamos a hablar del elefante en la habitación.

Por mi ultima publicación acerca de Christopher (a pesar de que solo han sido dos, y hace no mucho se los presenté) veo que ya dedujeron que nuestro gatito no está nada bien.

Christopher está pasando por el divorcio de sus padres. Está en una etapa donde, después de muchos pleitos, amenazas e inseguridades; se quedó con su madre por miedo, mientras que su padre está viviendo lejos, sin tener contacto con el.

En el presente del pequeño; está obligado a convivir con su madre.

Sin embargo, aún hay muchos problemas y no está mentalmente estable.

Más adelante, con tiempo y más publicaciones, les contaré más de este pequeño.

Sean pacientes.

Aunque a veces hace frío y penumbra, el corazón me sigue latiendo. Es eso o simplemente el palpitar del miedo.

-Christopher

Hello! Congrats on 12K

Can I pls request bang chan and prompt.

'I'll take care of you'

Thank you 🙏 ❤️

“pretty baby,” chan murmurs as he kisses all over your face and neck, fingers working in and out of you at a leisurely pace.

you moan, unable to respond with anything useful as you succumb to the pleasure.

you’re not a virgin by any means but this is your first time with chan and he wants to be careful with you regardless.

you find it sweet, the way he dotes on you. it’s like he can read your body already.

you’re so responsive to every little thing he does, you’d think you’d been having sex with him for ages.

“how are you so good at this?” you breathe out when you gather enough strength to.

you asked the question but you’re not sure you’re ready to confront the answer. you know he isn’t a virgin either but you were under the impression that you had more experience than him, though the longer you laid here in his bed the more you were beginning to think you had been wrong.

he giggles, stroking your hair with his free hand. “i don’t think i’m that good, i just think you like me a lot. anything i do will feel good because you have a big fat crush on me.”

you groan and cover your face with your hands. he’s right, but it’s humiliating to think about.

“don’t be embarrassed, baby,” he lilts. “i think it’s cute. and don’t worry, i have a bigger fatter crush on you.“

“such a dork,” you sigh.

“just your type right, angel?”

“yeah, yeah.”

he thumbs your clit to get a little more of a reaction out of you, moaning when you tighten up around his fingers.

“fuck, baby, i need to feel you,” he gasps. “are you ready for more?”

you nod eagerly only to freeze in shock when he pulls himself out of his boxers. you knew he was big… you’d seen your boyfriend in plenty of pairs of tight pants before, you just hadn’t realized he was this big.

“chris…” you whisper.

his cheeks grow pink and he avoids your gaze as he grins shyly to himself.

“should i uh, stretch you more?” he asks.

“no, no i want it now!”

“are you sure?”

“i’m sure.”

“okay.” he surrenders and climbs on top of you. “you’ll tell me if it hurts though, right?”

“i will. please put it in now,” you whine.

chan chuckles and positions himself on top of you. “don’t worry, i’ll make you feel good. i’ll take care of you,” he promises as he pushes into you. “gonna take our time, yeah? nice and slow… wanna remember this moment with you.”

12k celebration

I just realized that some lady suddenly became pregnant and gave birth to a freaking cube. She probably was like wtf is this shit. Then the cube starts whirring and stuff. Wtf

How my Chan girlies doin?

🐺🫧240907

Walking on Water

Christo’s ‘Floating Piers’ installation finally opens to the public June 18th. The highly-anticipated reveal sees 100,000 square meters of shimmering yellow fabric wrap a floating dock that connects various points on Italy’s Lake Iseo. Undulating with the movement of the waves, visitors can now experience the ‘Floating Piers’ as they walk from Sulzano to Monte Isola and to the island of San Paolo, which it completely encircles. The 3 kilometer-long walkway extends clear across the water, with surrounding mountains offering a bird’s-eye view of a golden network of passageways that lead in and around the town. The fabric continues along 1.5 kilometers of pedestrian streets in Sulzano and Peschiera Maraglio.

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in which chris walks in you having a bad dream

╰┈➤ bang chan x f. reader ╰┈➤ angst, slight smut, yelling/angry chan, degrading, namecalling, praise, dd/lg, so many baby’s, l-bombs, implied sex, clit play ╰┈➤ word count: 2.4k

this was, once again, very much unedited and past due. but i still hope you guys will like it !!

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

chris is nowhere to be found. 

he wasn’t responding to your texts, nor answering your calls. it was late in the evening and you had a rough day of overworking yourself once again, as if the universe had this grudge up on your shoulders. it was making you carry a weight that you couldn’t support on your own – and you badly needed chris’ help. badly. 

you thought he would be home by now. usually on weekends, chris would spend less time in the studio and reward each other with a friday night cuddle, for its purpose was for congratulating the two of you for getting through another long week. chris has never missed this tradition of yours. did he forget? 

unlucky you, the time that you need him the most in every way possible, was the moment he isn’t here to greet you in his big, strong arms. his warmth that you crave to feel every day, the feeling of his head brushing against your cheeks as he hugs you… fuck. why did he have to leave you hanging? 

after searching the entire place, you plop down on the black couch in the living room, hugging one of the pillows. it smelled like chris. your entire body was sore, especially your back since you had to practically sit the entire day. usually, you’d ask your him to rub your back, to massage you, to make you feel nice. but he isn’t here. and god fucking damn it do you need him so bad. 

you release a loud, pathetic whine while you close your eyes, laying flat on your stomach as you burry your face in the pillow. the more you inhale his scent, the more you crave him. 

you were tired, stressed, hungry, and needy all at the same time. the little energy that you had in your system was spent from trying to find him, from contacting him, but nothing prevails. so now you’re drained, and the only solution you had right now was to sleep it all off. 

~ 

“babe! babe, thank god you’re back!” immediately, you sprint towards the door once you hear it creaking open. chris feigns a smile as you hug his torso, burying your face into his chest. “i miss you so much,” you whine, looking back at him, “why weren’t you answering my…i-is there something wrong, chris?” 

“move, y/n.” 

chris pushes you to the side and makes his way to the kitchen. you watch in utter disbelief, mouth open, as he makes himself a sandwich. you stand in the hallway, watching his frame walk from one side of the kitchen to the other, ignoring you as if you weren’t even there. 

you feel your heart shatter into pieces. the silence was too loud, and the only thing you could hear was him cutting up slices of cheese on a cutting board. ironically, it felt like it was your heart he was cutting. 

“why are you—” you clear your throat, “what the hell was that for?” 

chris sighs deeply, the kind that tells you he doesn’t want to be bothered. “m’tired,” he replies without looking at you. 

“well…” you try to lighten the mood. he probably had a bad day, just like you, right? “would you like me to help you with that? i can fix something up for us, then we could just lay down on the couch and watch tv and… and there’s leftover popcorn!” 

fixing an idea in your mind, you hastily make your way to the cupboards, brushing past his shoulder accidentally. “oop, sorry.” 

“y/n,” he warns with a tone you don’t usually mess with. but you were eager. chris watches you with furrowed brows, tongue-in-cheek as he feels his nerves firing up. this was something chris doesn't usually feel, especially if it involved you.

“here, look!” you give him the most genuine smile you could put on as you show him a bag of popcorn, yet to be cooked. “let’s continue watching the new avatar film, yeah? we aren’t even halfway finished—” 

chris couldn't explain it. whether it was the tone of your voice, the words you spoke going in one ear and going out of another, the hellish day he experienced at work, or his exhaustion all acting up, it is certain that he had enough of it. as if something overtook his usual calm, controlled, and steady demeanor, he completely changes.

“can’t i have at least some fucking peace in my life, y/n?!” chris bellows, smacking both his hands down on the marble counter, fiery eyes on yours. without hesitating, you back away, afraid. 

“i-i’m just trying to help—” your eyes were getting watery as your chest tightens into an uncomfortable feeling. 

“i don’t need it. for fuck’s sake, can i at least for once deal with my shit alone, without you? huh?” he steps forward, making you back up into a wall. he brushes his hair back in frustration, “can you do that, hm? stop being a clingy bitch for once.” 

“fuck you!” you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore as you push at his chest, making chris edge backwards. “fuck you, chris! i don’t need you!” 

he watches you walk out of the kitchen, gathering your wallet and phone as you sniffle. tears were streaming down your cheeks, bewildered and hurt that the man that you once love was speaking to you like this. you need to escape this place. escape from him. 

“yeah, like you could possibly survive without me. goodluck with that-–” 

”y/n!” 

you were suddenly blinded with glaring lights and two warm hands on your cheeks. wet cheeks. 

slowly gaining your consciousness back, there appears a very worried chris. “oh my god,” he pants, frowning as he pushes the stray hairs away from your forehead. “baby, baby, baby, shh, it’s okay. don’t cry.” 

“chris…” you feel too overwhelmed to speak, and all that you could do was pathetically grab onto the neckline of his shirt. chris wipes your fallen tears with his thumb. 

“i’m here, baby girl. i’m here, okay? you don’t have to worry now. why are you crying? oh fuck, you had a bad dream, didn’t you? fuck, fuck, fuck,” chris continues to babble, burying his head in the crook of your neck. chris closes his eyes; hearing you sniffle from crying pains him so much. he was filled with regret and self hatred. if only he was home with you much earlier, if only he didn’t put his phone on silent, and if only he didn’t worked overtime… he could’ve prevented all of this. 

“i’m sorry, my sweet girl. i’m so fucking sorry.” he cradles your upper body in his arms, securing your head on his palm. you frown, still sensitive from your dream and you don’t hug him back, keeping your hands to yourself. but it finally felt nice having him with you. 

“chris,” you start, but your voice suddenly cracks, “w-where were you?” 

once you lock eyes with his, he feels his heart jump out of his chest as it aches for you. the fact that you waited for him in the couch, longing for him, fuck – if only he could change back time. “baby, I…” chris moves the strands of hair away from your eyes, “i’m sorry. i have no excuse.” 

you sit up on the couch, moving his body away so he resorts in kneeling down in front of you. you place your head on your palms as images of your dream kept repeating inside your mind. the sour tone and the words he used replaying over and over until you burst into tears again. 

"i-i had a bad dream... and you—you were saying... many b-bad things."

“hey, hey,” chris stops himself from tearing up, wanting to be your pillar as he always have done. he carefully removes your hands from your face to take a good look at you. 

“shit, i'm so sorry, y/n. i’m here now, yeah? my little one? whatever horrible thing i did or said in that dream of yours, it’s not true, okay? i care for you, i love you.” 

“you ignored me,” you spit out, trying to calm your breath to explain what happened in your dream for him to understand, “you c-came home late and ignored me… i was trying t-to help you but you… you wanted me gone.” 

chris throws his head back, closing his eyes in disbelief. “you know that’s not true, right, my baby? c’mon, look at me.” 

you hesitate, biting your bottom lip. you don’t have the courage to look at him again in pure timidness. chris slowly brings his hand in front of you, watching if you’ll resist or flinch. when you don’t, he gently grabs your chin and tilts your head up. 

“there… look at daddy,” he whispers.  

watery, bloodshot eyes meet with his eyes tinted in care. the word he used to refer to himself flicked a switch in your mind, and now you don’t care about anything else but to drown in him, in chris’ love. 

chris was taken aback when you abruptly swing your arms around his shoulder, pulling him close without letting him go. you allow yourself to inhale his musky scent, something you missed and craved for so long. he breathes out a quiet chuckle, stroking your head in return. “wanna go to bed, little one?” 

“mhm,” you reply meekly, “sleep?” 

“no, baby. daddy needs to make it up to you.” 

then, without much question, you let him carry you bridal style into your bedroom. he plops you down carefully on the bed before he swings his leg over your hips, straddling you. 

chris leans his upper body until he was near your face, hands caressing your sides. his eyes dilute from the sight of you under him, already becoming pliant to his touch.

“daddy’s so sorry, baby. will you forgive him, hm? will you forgive daddy once he fucked you good?” as if adding to his alluring nature, he removes his top and throws the garment somewhere on the floor, all the while maintaining eye-contact with you. chris instinctively licks his lips when he feels you press your thighs together. 

your cheeks heat up, feeling small and unable to speak just from his dominating presence above you. he tugs on your shirt, waiting for your nod of approval. 

once he removes your upper garments, the cold air immediately hits your skin. the paradox of his warm hands wandering all over your skin makes you shiver. “n-need you.” 

“i know, baby, i know. daddy needs you too.” suddenly, chris was all over the crook of your neck, sloppily kissing your delicate skin, his hair tickling your jaw. he inhales your scent, intoxicating him, clouding his mind in nothing but you. 

“need to take care of you. daddy will take care of his baby.” chris was slurring, words barely audible as he mumbles with closed eyes. his left hand wanders down to your core, sneaking past your panties. you whimper when you feel the pads of his fingertips slowly rub gentle circles on your aching clit. usually, he was the one to tease. he would make you beg just to feel any friction on your pussy. he would make you cry before giving you what you want. but tonight, he made a mistake. and feeding you your needs was the least that he could do. 

“that feel nice?” chris asks, looking down at you tenderly. chewing on your bottom lip to suppress embarrassing moans, you nod your head timidly. 

his fingers slide down your slit, feeling how soaked you are for him. “shit, so wet,” he growls, using his other hand to slide your panties down your legs. now that you’re all bare for him, he forces your legs apart, spreading your cunt all for his eyes. you watch him as he devours you with only his dark, sensual eyes – practically eye-fucking you. 

“daddy can tell you’ve been aching, little one,” he smirks at you, returning his hand to your pussy to play with your clit. you grab onto his arms as he hovers above you once again, two fingers rubbing your sensitive bud furiously. eyes rolling to the back of your head, you feel the air around you shift as heat develops your skin. 

”daddy,” you whine, feeling so overwhelmed, “s-so fast.” 

chris flexes his biceps, your words triggering him to rub you off even faster, reckless. he doesn’t know where to look — at your poor cunt being abused, or your contorted face filled with pleasure. sticky, wet squelching noises fill the air as your cunt leaks out more of your juices, soaking his fingers and sheets.

“my baby girl,” chris grunts, “so fucking wet, all from playing with her clit, huh?” without a warning, chris lands a spank on your poor clit, making your entire body shake. “your little pussy hasn’t even been filled with anything yet, and you’re already this messy?” he spanks your clit again, earning a loud, drawn-out moan from you. "that's daddy's girl right there."

“c-cock…” you hiccup, looking up at him with teary eyes. chris’ cock twitches from the tone of your voice as he proceeds to glide his digits up and down your folds, spreading your lips apart. 

“yeah? want daddy’s cock?” he asks as he teasingly prods the tip of his middle finger inside your pulsating hole. you whine at the feeling, bucking your hips up to feel more of him, but he deviates. “say where you want it.” 

“inside me, p-please.” 

“inside? inside where? your mouth?” chris was already unbuttoning his pants until he was left with his black calvin klein’s. 

“no!” you mewl, tears slipping past your eyes, “m-my pussy, daddy.” you were feeling a medley of emotions; you were aching, needy, but loved at the same time. 

chris smiles at you proudly, kissing the tears that have fallen down your cheeks. “that’s a good girl. baby’s gonna take daddy's cock inside her wet, tight cunt nicely, yeah?” chris fumbles as he pulls his hard, thick cock out, aligning it perfectly before you. he instructs you to wrap your legs around his hips, as you usually do, before he settles his forearms in between your head. 

“i love you, y/n.” his voice was deep, sincere, and serious – as if he threw all fantasies out the window and was talking to you as you. “you know that baby, right?” chris notices the way your eyebrows relax as the corners of your mouth lift into a sweet, gentle smile. 

“i know. i love you too, chris.” 

“good. good to know. because i might just fuck you like i dont tonight.” 

FORTNITE | chris sturniolo

pairing: bf!chris x f!reader

summary: you have been watching chris play fortnite for most of the evening, but you were bored scrolling through social media and he wasn't paying much attention to you. so you found a way to get him to notice you.

warning: smut, sub!chris, use of y/n, swearing, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names (baby, ma, darling), blow job, slightly teasing, mommy kink, mention of blood, ass grabbing, cockwarming.

a/n: not my photos, on pinterest. this one is kinda similar to lipstick marks. I hate the new season of fortnite, wbu?

WORDS: 2.8k

miyasturniolo on wattpad

you - pink | chris - orange | matt - blue

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You were sitting on his bed, scrolling through social media while he played Fortnite with his brother, Matt. You could hear them both speaking to each other through their mics, but Chris's voice was clearer since he was in the room with you, while you can only hear Matt's voice through the mic when he shouted.

The sound of keyboard clicking filled the quiet room as he focused on building and shooting his opponent.

"52," Chris exclaimed louder than necessary, prompting you to glance up from your phone to see that he had hit the opponent.

You observed Chris and his game, noticing his intense focus, while catching a whiff of his invigorating savage cologne from across the room, which made your knees weak.

"Touch grass, you fucking kid!" Chris grumbled after being knocked down by the opponent, leaving Matt to take over.

“Calm down, young man” Matt said after Chris spoke, making him just roll his eyes.

You chuckled quietly, shaking your head and rolling your eyes with a slight smile, finding it funny when Chris’s rages since he comes up with something random.

He didn’t hear your chuckle or anything because he had his mic on. As he watched himself lose two health points every second after being knocked down, he soon perished, eliciting a groan as he realized he had lost all his items.

You observed Chris remove his mic and put it back on once his hair was away from his face. He then turned to you and muted himself to avoid Matt thinking he was addressing him.

"Are you okay ma?" he inquired, eyeing you wearing his shirt with your own pajama shorts. You nodded, unsure whether to speak since he was still muted and you couldn't see him unmute.

He smiled, turned back to his gaming chair, and resumed speaking into the mic. "Could you grab my sniper since you have a free inventory slot?" Chris asked Matt. “Will do”

As the gaming session continued, it eventually reached 1 am. You found yourself bored and craving Chris's attention, but he only glanced at you briefly whenever he died without saying anything.

You place your phone on the bedside and sat up instead of laying down on the bed. You couldn't help but approach him and hug him from behind.

He gasped slightly when you startled him, but his heart rate returned to normal once he realized it was you. "Hello," he mouthed as he continued talking to his brother on the mic. “Hey,” you smiled and ran your hand along his shoulder, feeling the warmth compared to your own hands.

He leaned back in his gaming chair, still engrossed in playing Fortnite. You couldn't resist trailing your fingers along the veins in his arm and not hands since he used his hands for gaming.

"You seem to have a thing for my hands," Chris remarked, making you smile before pausing. Matthew fake gagged, already aware that you were with him, anticipating Chris's flirtatious nature. "No, please, save the flirting for later," Matt chimed in on the mic, his voice audible as you were close by.

"Oh, shut it," Chris said with a small eye roll. You stopped tracing the veins on his arms and just looked at him in amusement. His hands clicked on the keyboard as he focused on shooting a player in the game.

You kept staring at his hands, the PC, and then back at the screen. He continued chatting with Matt until there were only 20 people left.

"The fuck?!" Your boyfriend, Chris, shouted as he was suddenly sniped out of nowhere. Matt tried to build and revive him, but his structures kept getting knocked down.

Chris seemed a bit irritated but didn't do anything. You looked at him again, and he met your gaze. The stress in his eyes softened a bit when he saw you. "Stressed, huh?" you said to Chris, and he nodded with a faint smile.

You brushed his hair out of his face, tucking a few strands behind his ear. He watched you before taking off his mic, readjusting it like a headband again, and putting it back on. “Goofy hairline” you tease making him squint his eyes at you before shaking his head.

He looked at you once more before watching the screen in disbelief as his character perished, with approximately 260 seconds left to get his reboot. Letting out a sigh, he grumbled as he lost his loot once again, although he understood it wasn't Matt's fault.

In the background, Matt discussed the damage he inflicted on the opponent who had taken down Chris.

"Do you trust me?" you whispered, catching Chris off guard with the unexpected question, even though deep down he knew he did. "What?" he muttered before confirming, "Yeah, I trust you..."

A smile played on your lips as you noticed the confusion on his face. Moving closer, you positioned yourself between his legs, causing his heart to quicken its pace, especially when he noticed you pulling your hair up.

Unaware that his mic was still on, Chris whispered urgently, "Y/n... come on."

Although he realized he was still audible, he spoke softly, ensuring Matt wouldn't overhear. "Y/n, I swear," he murmured, reluctantly allowing you to remove his shorts, revealing his half-erect cock in his boxers.

He glanced down at you, biting his lip to stifle any sound as the cold air sent a shiver through his excited member.

"Are you going to say something?" You teased Chris as he was on mic with his brother, causing him to press his lips together before speaking.

"What was that? I was fixing my hea—" Chris was interrupted as you began to pleasure him with kitty licking his tip, causing him to grow harder and struggle to remain quiet.

"I said I'm going to the lavish lair to reboot you," Matt announced, but Chris simply hummed, his attention fixed on you and your hands.

"That's right, baby," Chris murmured, prompting Matt to inquire about his comment, but Chris brushed it off, focusing on you instead.

You increased your pace, then took him into your mouth, eliciting a wide-eyed reaction from him as he covered his mouth in a futile attempt to muffle his pleasure. The sensation of your mouth around him brought him to the brink of ecstasy.

He squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to remain silent for Matt's sake. "D-do you really have to reboot me?" Chris stammered out.

"I'm not suffering alone in a top 5," Matt says as he goes to reboot Chris. He breathes quietly, more in pleasure from the sensation of receiving oral pleasure.

He watches Chris get rebooted, not wanting to play but seeking only pleasure, planning to then engage in intercourse until Chris forgets his own name.

Chris places his hands on the keyboard to resume playing, as you had instructed him to do, but his hands are shaky as he feels himself nearing climax.

"I found a legendary assault rifle for you," Matt announces over the mic, to which Chris expresses gratitude. Chris lets out a slight whimper and looks down at you.

It's evident that he is struggling to keep the fact that he is receiving oral sex from you a secret from his brother. Your tongue swirls around his tip, making his legs tremble slightly as he tries to focus on the game.

"The storm is closing in, it will take five health," Matt informs Chris, who simply hums in response without daring to speak, especially when on the brink of climax.

As Chris continues to play, you gently massage his thighs while pleasuring him. He can't help but moan, a sound that Matt overhears.

“You just moan?" Matt asked, but Chris quickly denied it before another moan escaped. He gave you a warning glance, indicating he was close, although you could already tell by how many times he twitched in your mouth.

Closing his eyes, Chris bit his lip, which bore the marks of his attempts to silence himself. His hands trembled as he grabbed your messy ponytail, making you gag on his member. He was confident that Matt hadn't heard anything, so he made you gag on him once more.

"Can I cum, please, mommy?" Chris murmured, gazing at you, desiring permission to release in your throat, finding it incredibly arousing.

He took a risk by uttering those words, as he had forgotten to mute himself. When you hummed, the vibrations widened his eyes as he came deeply down your throat.

His muscles tensed, and he bit his lip harder, feeling the intensity of his orgasm. In the game, he went afk, needing to muffle his moans once more.

You smirked and licked the veins on his shaft, savoring every last drop of his essence.

You lean back to gaze at him, noticing his vulnerability and weakness in that moment. He was breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath, still feeling the lingering sensation of your mouth on him even though you had stopped.

Matt asked about his heavy breathing, but Chris simply placed his headset down, forgetting to mute himself.

"You're so beautiful darling," he whispered to you, gently wiping his release off your chin, causing your cheeks to flush as he chuckled.

No longer aroused, Chris shifted slightly so you were no longer between his legs. He lifted you onto his lap, ensuring you weren't causing him discomfort since he wasn't wearing any underwear, but neither of you minded.

"CHRIS!" Matt's voice boomed through the headset, causing both of you to glance at it. Chris let out a slight groan, then put his headset back on. "What?" he responded.

"We're in the top two, I need your help or we'll lose this game. I care about y/n and you, but please just assist me for now, and then you two can resume your playful, cheesy banter," Matt suggested.

Chris adjusted his position, ensuring you were more comfortable on his lap before diving back into the game, which seemed to stretch on forever for him.

"They're over there," Chris announced over the mic, using your head as a makeshift headrest, though you didn't mind. You observed him play alongside Matt, eagerly pursuing an opponent who was attempting to escape.

"Quick, oh my god!" Chris exclaimed as he and Matt gave chase. Matt managed to weaken the opponent significantly, exclaiming, "He's one hit!" Matt said so loudly that his voice carried upstairs to where you were in Chris's room.

In a triumphant moment, Chris landed a headshot with a sniper, prompting him to win the game and smile. "Headshot as well," he declared before embracing you and planting a kiss on your head.

You gazed up at him as he met your eyes, his hand resting on your thigh while you sat on his lap. Despite looking at you, he couldn't resist the desire to be intimate with you or have you ride him until he was overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Matt, I'm going to leave," Chris abruptly announced without saying goodbye. He shut off his computer, then kissed your lips and playfully squeezed your ass while you remained on his lap.

"You're so lucky I love you or else I would be pissed at you, pleasuring me while I'm gaming with my brother," he remarked with a chuckle, before engaging in another passionate kiss with you.

He let out a soft moan before breaking away to gaze at you. "I need you, make love to me until I forget my own name, please, mommy," he pleaded.

You smirked, brushing his hair away from his face, causing him to groan. Feeling his arousal grow beneath you as you sat on his lap, with him only clad in a shirt, you whispered, "Do you want to be taken by mommy, hmm?"

He nodded, his eyes pleading as he kissed your neck, attempting to arouse you in order for you to fulfill his desires. "Please, mommy."

The expression on his face revealed his desire for you, as you locked eyes with his captivating blue gaze, betraying his vulnerability because all he craved was you.

You removed your shirt, revealing your bare chest, catching him off guard as he bit his lip in surprise, but refrained from any complaints. “Holy shit ma," he murmured, fixated on your breasts.

You playfully nibbled on his neck, eliciting soft whimpers of pleasure from him, marking your territory as he embraced you by the hips, undressing you further until both of you stood naked, except for his shirt.

"I belong to you, mommy," he declared, his gaze fixed on you as you withdrew from his neck, leaving behind deep purple marks that would be difficult to conceal even with makeup. "Good boy," you commended.

His desire for physical contact intensified, particularly as your skin grazed teasingly against his sensitive areas.

You removed his shirt with his permission, both eager to consummate your passion as he eagerly surrendered to your lead, yearning for the moment when you would be one, lost in each other's touch until all rational thought faded away.

He struggled to control himself, placing his trembling hands on your hips as he positioned himself between your legs. His desire was solely for you, no one else but you.

As he entered you, a deep moan escaped his lips and he leaned back, resting his head on the gaming chair. You bit your lip in an attempt to stifle your own moans as he stretched you with his considerable size.

"fuck," you whispered to yourself, fighting the urge to cry out in pleasure mixed with a bit of pain as you adjusted to his size.

"You're so good to me, mommy. Your pussy was made for me, I swear," Chris whispered, gazing into your eyes before closing his own as you began to move.

His large hands firmly gripped your waist, urging you to quicken the pace, his movements expertly hitting your sweet spot, eliciting more moans of pleasure from you.

Despite his lips showing signs of strain from his nervous biting, he let out a loud moan as you both reached a peak of pleasure and perfect synchronization.

He paid no mind to the possibility of his brothers hearing him, his focus solely on you and the intense connection between your bodies.

"Mommy," he whimpered, his blue eyes fixed on you in disbelief at the overwhelming pleasure. Despite his usual dominance, the way you made love to him drove him to the brink of madness.

As you continued, he found himself unable to decide where to touch you - whether to hold onto your hips, waist, breasts, or thighs - as his mind was clouded by ecstasy.

His climax was building, but he knew yours had not yet arrived. Despite struggling to contain himself, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Can I cum, please, mommy?" he pleaded loudly when he felt your walls tightening around him.

You bit your lip, nodding as you quickened the pace. He closed his eyes tightly, gripping the handle of his gaming chair as he released inside you.

You reached your peak with him, your essence mingling and dripping onto the chair as Chris tried to catch his breath from his release.

"Fuck... mommy," he muttered, still breathless. He caressed your cheek, both of you still recovering. "Darling...?" he hesitated.

You nodded but avoided his gaze, intending to stand up from his lap. However, he gently whined and persuaded you to remain seated, still connected to him.

He tenderly lifted your chin to meet his gaze, and as you did, he smiled and kissed your lips. "I love you, baby," he whispered.

"I love you too," you replied, brushing his sweaty hair away from his face, while he was captivated by your eyes in that moment.

A brief silence passed between you before he hesitated and considered asking you a question.

"Can we cockwarm?" he inquired, gazing at you with puppy eyes. You were willing, but mindful of the need to clean up. "Now?" you questioned.

He nodded and embraced you, knowing your preference for aftercare, yet pleading he speaks innocently, "Please, darling?" with a furrowed brow.

You rolled your eyes but relented, agreeing to his request before embracing him. "Only for a few minutes," you stated, and though he didn't promise, you both understood that he would likely prolong the aftercare session.

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Sleeping prank | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Nick pranks Chris and Y/N while they are sleeping.

Warning: None.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

PS.: I know I posted a Matt x reader just some hours ago, but I just watched the triplets' vlog in Texas and had this idea, I've never written so fast 😫.

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Nick walked towards the double bed closest to the hotel room's door, their vlogging camera in his right hand, while his left hand held a bottle of lemonade.

He slowly approached, raising the camera so that the lens caught what was on top of it, or rather, who. Y/N and Chris were still fast asleep, both covered by the fluffy white blanket.

The girl was lying on the left side, that is, closer to Nick. Her head was lying on Chris's right arm, using it as her personal pillow, while the boy's left arm was around her shoulders covered by one of his t-shirts.

The only visible parts of the couple were their heads - which were practically on top of each other - and Chris's bare shoulders and arms that were slightly shivering from the Texas cold. Unfortunately, the room's heater didn't seem to be able to combat the coldness completely.

Nick couldn't see, but he was sure their legs were tangled under the blanket. He joked that when they slept together, they seemed to melt into each other with how close they were.

As the oldest triplet got closer to the bed, the camera was able to capture the small snores that came out of Chris's half-open mouth and the soft sighs that escaped Y/N's nose, both sounding like a lullaby to each other.

Nick pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to contain his laughter as he anticipated the couple's reaction. He loved playing pranks on them both, especially when they were sleeping.

"Chris, do you want a sip? Y/N?" Nick's voice sounded low behind the camera as the lens captured him, raising his left arm, the bottle entering the frame, bringing it closer to the couple's faces.

Chris, being a light sleeper, woke up seconds after. He lifted his head slightly as he tightened his arms around Y/N, pulling her closer - if that was even possible.

That movement woke up Y/N, or almost. The girl opened her eyes slightly, keeping them in a thin line, exhaling through her nose before closing them again, seeming not to register Nick in front of her.

"Hmm?" The questioning sound escaped Chris's throat. He turned his head from side to side slowly, trying to understand what was happening, his messy hair falling into his eyes.

"Do you want a sip? I think Y/N must be thirsty, too." Nick continued, his cheeks turning red from the effort he was doing while trying not to laugh.

"What, Nick?" Chris's voice sounded for the first time, the hoarseness making his words almost intelligible. The sound made Y/N open her eyes again, this time a little wider.

She lifted her hands, which were previously under the blanket, and brought them to Chris' ones in front of her body, intertwining them, shivering at the contact of her hot skin with her boyfriend's cold one. A sound of discomfort left her lips as she finally noticed Nick in front of her, holding what looked like a bottle. She quickly closed her eyes again, feeling too tired for whatever that was that Nick wanted.

"It's lemonade. Do you guys want a sip or not?" Nick prevailed, moving the bottle closer to their faces.

"If you drop that on me... I'll kill you." This time, it was Y/N's voice that sounded, equally hoarse and tired from the previous day's filming with Sam and Colby. She only opened one eye this time, looking at Nick but not really being able to focus on him, her vision blurred by sleep.

"It's lemonade." The standing boy spoke again, letting out a low, almost imperceptible laugh. He knew he would get yelled at when the couple actually woke up.

"Are you fucking stupid?" Chris responded, stretching for a few seconds without letting go of Y/N's hand, pulling her closer against his bare chest and burying his head in the crook of his girl's neck, exhaling the natural scent of her skin.

"Go away, Nick." Y/N spoke again, finally closing her eyes completely with the comfort of her boyfriend's body heat against her own, a happy sigh scaping her mouth.

They both fell asleep again within seconds, as if nothing had happened.

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Extra - comments:

"the way they sleep so close together, being all cuddly and everything 🥺"

"Chris and Y/N are such couple goals"

"I've never seen a cozier bed in my life 😫"

"dear Santa Claus ✏️📄"

"I want a boyfriend who cuddle me while we sleep like I'm going to run away at any minute 😭"

"Nick is a real pest LMAO"

"Nick holding himself back from laughing behind the camera 😭"

"Chris and Y/N's sleepy voice 😔"

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