downstairs - Chris Sturniolo
summary: bestfriend!chris absolutely blowing your back out while his brothers are just downstairs.
contains: dom!chris, bsf!chris, roughhhh sex, degrading, fluff, overstimulation.
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it all happened so fast, one second you were sitting on the couch, with nick, matt and chris, all calmly watching a movie, the next he was texting you very suggestive messages.
'im so fucking hard under this blanket y/n.'
'you'd meet me upstairs wouldn't you?'
you didnt say no though, infact you were excited by this idea..
i clear my throat, "im just gonna start getting ready to go home, goodnight guys!" i lie straight through my teeth to matt and nick, grabbing my phone and rushing upstairs, giving chris the look over my shoulder.
my heart thumps wildly in my chest, the thought of having sex with chris just felt so wrong, but also insanely right,
i swing open chris's bedroom door, before the sound of chris's footsteps fill my ear.
he follows straight after me, entering his bedroom before shutting the door and twisting the lock.
he stares at me with a look in his eyes ive never seen before, he looks almost deseperate.
my eyes trail down to the very large tent in his sweatpants, i reach my hand out and drag my nails over it, causing chris to suck in a sharp gasp.
i hum, "who's this for?" i ask, but he instantly cuts me off. he presses his lips to mine, his hand finding its way to the back of my hair and tangling his fingers through the strands.
i jump up into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as i moan softly into his mouth.
after a second he pulls away
"we really doin' this?" he asks as his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
i nod with a small hum, "no strings attached." i whisper.
a smirk grows on his face, "yeah? jus' wanna fuck your best friend for the fun of it, dont you?"
i nod happily, a smile growing on my face.
he reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it off and throwing it to the side.
he reaches round a hand and unclasps my bra, with no struggle it instantly drops onto the floor.
my lips part, a small scoff leaving them. "how many times have you done that christopher." i laugh
"don't worry 'bout it." he grins, staring obviously at my bare chest.
“take it off.” he mumbles as he stares at my shorts.
i nod nervously tugging them down along with my panties, leaving me fully revealed in-front of him.
it’s somewhat humiliating, he is fully dressed and i’m just naked in front of him.
he smiles, reconnecting our lips and pressing my back up against the wall.
i pant heavily into his mouth as his knee slowly nudges my legs apart.
chris quickly breaks away from the kiss to pull off his shirt.
“please chris.” i mutter, my legs aching from how needy i am for him.
“please what?” he taunts,
“please fuck me..” i whisper,
he nods, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, his fully hard erection springing out.
his tip is raw and pink, precum smeared all over it from how long he’s been hard in his boxers.
i stare down at it, “big..” i mumble, trying not to flatter him too much.
he hums, “bet you can’t wait to feel it in you, fuck.” he mumbles.
he picks me up again before throwing me down onto the matress. i land on my back with a small huff, chris looks down at me with hunger in his eyes.
“turn over.” he whispers, practically inaudible.
“turn. around.” his voice his deeper now, more commanding.
i nod flipping over onto my stomach.
he grabs my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed. i let out a small yelp as my body drags over the sheets
“hands and knees, c’mon.” chris mumbles,
i blush furiously as i get up on my hands and knees, my ass right infront of him.
“look at that.” he whispers,
he suddenly brings his hand down onto my ass, a loud slap. i yelp, a gasp leaving my lips.
he rubs over the red skin he just hit, before delivering another firm spank to me.
i let out a mix between a moan and a whine, the stinging prominent on my sensitive skin.
he delivers one last hard slap, the noise ringing out through the room.
“so fuckin’ hot, jesus.” chris breathes,
“you’ve done this before yeah?” he asks, rubbing the plush skin of my ass.
i nod, “yes yeah-“ i whisper.
“good, not gonna hold back on you, you know that right?” he asks,
i nod again, my arousal leaking out of my sensitive hole.
“gonna be nice and quiet for me aswell, nick and matt are downstairs, don’t want them to know you’re getting ruined in here.” chris warns,
“promise..” i whisper, arching my back in his face.
i feel his tip gently press at my hole, lining himself up.
“deep breath.” chris whispers, i comply, sucking in a deep breath.
suddenly, he slams his whole length into me.
all the air is knocked from my lungs as i let out a loud yelp, my eyes squeezing shut.
every last inch of him, slammed inside of me at once.
“chris- chris too much-“ i squeal, burying my face in the sheets.
“hm? don’t like me so deep?” he whispers,
i stay silent, i do, i do like him so deep.
he doesn’t waste time to instantly start thrusting fast, i moan loudly into the matress, clutching the fabric with my hands as i scream his name.
his tip slams against my cervix repeatedly, god it hurts, but in the best way possible.
chris is big, he’s stretching me out so much, not to mention the fact he’s also going crazy fast.
his hands reach down and slap across my ass,
“such a fuckin’ slut aren’t you? getting fucked absolutely dumb while my brothers are downstairs?” chris taunts, his voice low and gruff.
i let out a needy noise in response,
“bet you want them to hear, don’t ‘cha. want them to hear how good i’m making you feel.” he speaks, delivering another firm smack to my ass
i can feel his dick in my actual stomach, i don’t think anything has ever been this deep inside of me.
chris’s long hands drag down my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path.
i can feel the chain on his wrist dragging against my flushed skin,
“chris- chris please- please slow down.” i wail, completely unfocused on trying to stay quiet.
“shut up, take it, you know you can.” he instantly snaps back, earning a loud groan from me
his hips repeatedly crash into mine, my cheek is pressed against the blankets on the bed as drool leaks out of my mouth.
he reaches his hand down into my hair, tugging on the strands and twisting it into a makeshift ponytail.
he tugs on this ‘ponytail’ he’s made, lifting my face from the blankets,
my moans are no longer muffled by the fabric,
he pulls slightly harder on my hair, gripping low down so it doesn’t actually hurt me, which is ironic considering the fact he won’t slow down. i’m not complaining though.
my back arches even harder, my eyes welling with tears at the unimaginable pleasure.
i hear him let out a low chuckle from behind me, “are you seriously fucking drooling?”
my cheeks flush red as i reach a shaking hand up to my mouth, wiping it quickly before instantly slamming it back down onto the matress, trying to keep myself up.
“chrisss…” i whine loudly,
“shh, sh.” he shushes me,
he suddenly lets go of my hair, letting my face fall foward into the sheets again.
i can finally let out more lewd noises with my face smushes into the blankets.
“i’m so close- please please..” i cry out,
he suddenly pulls out, my stomach instantly feeling empty and my hole fluttering around nothing.
“chris!!” i cry out again, making him laugh.
“turn over.” he speaks firmly, his voice very subtly shaking.
i roll over, my whole body aching, desperate for release.
“good girl, you’re so good at listening to me aren’t ‘ya?” he praises, he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed again,
i nod with a stupid grin, my mine completely blank.
he lines himself back up with me and i mentally prepare myself for what’s coming.
he slams back into me, the familiar feeling of him inside of me instantly soothing the ache in my pussy.
this time is different though, i can see him, and it hits me that this is the chris sturniolo who is fucking me right now, my own best friend.
i stare up at him, my eyes now narrow slits.
he reaches down and grips my breasts, his fingers twisting at my nipples,
he pinches them, causing me to clench around him as i let out a loud whine.
“didn’t i tell you to be quiet? what happened to you being good at listening?” he coos,
“i- sorry- ‘m sorry-“ i exclaim, tipping my head back.
i purse my lips together, trying to hold in my noises.
at this point there’s no hope of chris’s brothers not hearing me, it’s quite embarrassing actually, but it’s hot, so hot.
i exhale shakily, before another loud moan of chris’s name rips out of me.
chris suddenly clamps his hand down onto my mouth, “i told you to be quiet.”
i whine against his hand, my walls clenching down around him.
tears prickle in my eyes, dripping down my face into his hand as the pleasure gets too much.
i feel my orgasm crash down on me, my back arching off the bed as i squeeze my eyes shut.
“look at me, look at me.” he repeats himself, and midway through my orgasm i find the strength to open my eyes and stare into his.
a grin forms on his face, “so hot, so fucking good,”
his thrusts don’t stop though, if anything they pick up…
i feel my whole body on fire, my sensitive walls still being pounded into by chris.
tears roll down my cheeks, not tears of sadness, not at all. tears of pure ecstasy.
i groan against his hand, clamping my thighs together.
he instantly pushes my thighs back apart, “take it.” he mutters.
i see his head tip back as he gets close as well,
my mascara is now smudged against my face, chris’s hand still plastered onto my mouth to muffle my noises.
“fuuuck..” chris breathes,
after a few more thrusts he abruptly pulls out,
he strokes himself once more before finishing.
streaks of white paint my tummy, chris lets out a low whimper before falling down onto the matress beside me.
he pants heavily, i just lay still, my legs shaking as i try to catch my breath.
i have no thoughts in my brain, just pleasure.
“you okay?..” chris speaks up,
“i- i’m- i’m- woah.” i whisper, not even being able to form a coherent sentence.
“you’re woah?” chris grins,
i giggle in response, my whole body feeling like it’s on fire.
“really got fucked dumb on your best friends cock, that’s naughty.” he tuts,
he chuckles, “i’m just messing with you sweetie.” he whispers, pulling me onto his chest.
i lay my full body weight on him, his arms wrap around me.
“you were so good you know that?” he whispers,
i nod, burying my face in his neck.
“let’s get you cleaned up alright? youre gonna sleep here instead of going home.” chris whispers, stroking my back.
he gently stands up, i’m still wrapped around him like a koala.
he takes me into his bathroom as he pulls on a pair of his sweatpants before sitting me down on the toilet as he prepares a wet rag.
“go pee yeah?” he speaks softly, it’s hard to believe he was degrading me 10 minutes ago.
i nod, following his instructions.
after i finish up chris picks me up, sitting me down on the counter.
i sit still, spreading my legs slightly as he gently cleans me up with the rag.
“wash your hands, you don’t wanna be dirty.” he grins,
“chris-! i haven’t even touched a single thing in here.” i laugh,
“i’m messsing with youuu.” he laughs back,
i roll my eyes as he finishes cleaning me up.
he picks me back up, walking me over to the bedroom as he sits me on the edge of the bed.
he dresses me up in his own clothes, his oversized shirt and sweatpants.
“you don’t want a shower or anything? i can run you one?” he asks,
“wait- can i go grab some water i’m so thirsty.” i complain, chris nods,
“yeah i’ll help ‘ya walk down there.” he says softly, helping me out of bed.
“can you now?” he giggles,
i nod stubbornly, walking very shakily down the stairs,
“you’re sort of like a baby giraffe.” he points out,
“aw thanks chris.” i roll my eyes, reaching the bottom of the stairs.
i look to my left and see matt and nick sitting on the couch.
they stare at me and chris with pure disgust,
“you two are ACTUALLY disgusting i hope you know that, never do that in my house AGAIN.” nick speaks up.
my cheeks flush a deep maroon as i turn around to look at chris.
he looks equally as embarrassed.
the silence is loud, before chris interrupts it with a small snort.
me and chris suddenly both burst into uncontrollable giggles, laughing stupidly at each other in the almost silent house.
