YOU WANNA HUG ME?

WHAT RHYMES WITH HUG ME?

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 . . . chris and matt know how to make you fall apart for them.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 . . . smut, threesome but obviously no incest or interaction between matt or chris, oral, (fem!recieving) boob play, dirty talk, pet names, degradation, body worship, fingering, teasing, lemme know if i forgot anythingg.

the air in the dimly lit bedroom throbbed with a raw, electric tension, thick with the musky scent of desire and the faint sweetness of jasmine from a candle flickering on the nightstand. shadows danced wildly across the walls, cast by the dozen candles scattered around, their golden flames reflecting off the deep crimson sheets of the king-sized bed that dominated the space. outside, the muffled roar of city traffic seeped through the cracked window, but it was nothing compared to the pulse pounding in the room, the anticipation so palpable you could taste it on your tongue, metallic and hot.

matt lounged across the chaise with the ease of a predator at rest, his dark brown hair falling in tousled waves over his forehead, framing a face carved from sharp angles and shadowed stubble. his hazel eyes glinted with a wicked, knowing smirk as he watched you, the candlelight catching the silver stud in his ear and the chain at his neck that dipped into the v of his black t-shirt, stretched tight over broad shoulders and a chest that rippled with every lazy breath. his jeans, faded and snug, clung to his muscular thighs, the denim worn soft at the knees, and his bare feet—tanned and calloused—flexed against the velvet of the chaise, toes curling slightly as if testing the air. his lips curling into a grin that was all teeth and trouble. “fuck, look at you,” he drawled, his voice a low growl that rumbled through the room like distant thunder. “been so hard all day just thinking about getting you naked and messy between us. y’ready to let us wreck you, sweetheart?”

chris, perched on the edge of the bed, was a stark contrast—a sleek, polished edge to matt’s rough-hewn charm. his brunette hair was swept back with meticulous care, not a strand out of place, revealing the sharpness of his jaw and the piercing blue of his eyes that burned with a quiet intensity. he wore a crisp white button-up, unbuttoned halfway to show the smooth planes of his chest, the fabric clinging to his frame. he grinned, it was sharp and hungry, a flash of white teeth that promised sin. “oh mama, we’re gonna ruin you tonight,” he murmured, his voice smooth as velvet, each word dripping with heat. he patted the white sheets beside him, fingers brushing the fabric in a slow, tantalizing circle. “come here, baby. let’s see just how much you can take.”

the room seemed to shrink, the space between you crackling with unspoken promises as their gazes locked on you, unrelenting and molten. matt set his glass down with a deliberate clink on the nightstand, the sound sharp in the heavy silence, and leaned forward, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a strip of tanned skin and the dark trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans. “what’s it gonna be, huh?” he rasped, his eyes dark with intent. “you gonna make us beg for it, or you gonna come over here and let us show you how good it can get?”

chris stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance with the grace of a panther, stopping just inches from you. the heat of his body radiated like a furnace, his cologne—a rich blend of spice and cedar—filling your lungs as he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “we’re gonna take our time with you,” he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. “gonna fuck you slow, feel every inch of that tight little pussy clenching around us, then hard—pounding you ‘til you’re screaming our names, begging for more. you want that, don’t you, sweetheart?”

matt was on his feet now, stalking toward you with a lazy, predatory demeanor. he stopped on your other side, caging you between them, his presence overwhelming, all heat and muscle and raw need. his hand hovered near your hip, fingers twitching as if fighting the urge to grab, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in close. “yeah, that’s right,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “gonna spread those pretty thighs wide, see that slick little cunt dripping for us. two thick cocks, baby—one after the other, stretching you out ‘til you can’t even think straight. you wanna feel that, don’t you? wanna be our good little slut, taking everything we give you, huh?

their words were filthy, unrelenting, each syllable stoking the fire low in your belly, making your skin prickle with heat. chris’s fingers brushed the hem of your shirt, teasing the bare skin beneath, while matt’s breath grazed your collarbone, his lips so close you could almost feel them. “tell us what you want,” chris purred, his blue eyes locking onto yours, dark with promise. “we’re yours tonight—mama. just say the word, and we’ll make you scream.”

the invitation hung in the air, bold and dripping with sin, their eyes burning into you as they waited, every muscle in their bodies taut with anticipation. the room was a furnace now, the candlelight casting their shadows large and looming, the music a heartbeat beneath the pounding of your own pulse. matt’s smirk widened, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he murmured, “don’t keep us waiting, sweetheart..” matt smiled as you slowly made your way onto the bed.

matt’s hand finally made contact, his calloused fingers grazing your waist, a featherlight touch that sent a jolt straight to your core. “look at you, all flushed and needy,” he growled, his hazel eyes dark with lust as they raked over you. “gonna peel every fucking layer off you, baby. wanna see those tits bounce when we fuck you, hear you scream our names ‘til your voice gives out.” chris’s hand joined the fray, his touch cooler, more deliberate as his fingers skimmed up your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “mm, we’re gonna make you feel so good,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending a shiver racing down your spine. “gonna take turns, mama. matt’s gonna fuck you deep and rough, then I’ll slide in, slow and hard, stretch that tight little cunt ‘til you’re sobbing for mercy. you want that, don’t you? twitter cocks owning you, making you ours.”

their words were a relentless assault, each one dirtier than the last, coiling tight in your gut like a spring ready to snap. matt’s grip tightened on your waist, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh just above your hipbone, while chris’s fingers traced the line of your jaw, tilting your face toward him. “say it.” chris urged, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “tell us you’re ours tonight, baby. tell us you want us to fuck you ‘til you can’t walk straight.” and you obeyed, arching against the bed as you laid on your back, looking up at them as they kneeled between your legs. “please fuck me—can’t take it anymore..” you gasped.

matt chuckled, a low, filthy sound that vibrated through you as he pressed closer, his chest brushing yours, his breath hot and ragged. “shit, I bet she’s soaked through already.” he rasped, his free hand hovering near your thigh, itching to dive lower. “gonna spread those legs wide, sweetheart, see that pussy glistening for us. you gonna take us so good, aren’t you? " chris started speaking. “fuck, look at her.” he said to chris, his voice thick with awe as he knelt between your legs, his jeans straining against the bulge already pressing hard against the denim. his fingers dug into your thighs, spreading them wide, the cool air hitting your skin like a shock as he stared down, eyes wild. “gonna eat this pussy ‘til you’re begging me to stop.”

matt’s hands were on your waistband in an instant, yanking your pants down with a grunt, the fabric dragging rough against your skin before pooling at your ankles. he tossed them aside carelessly, his focus zeroing in on the thin strip of lace clinging to your hips. “holy shit..” he breathed, his thumbs hooking under the edges of your panties, peeling them down slow, savoring every inch revealed. the lace stuck slightly, clinging to the wetness already soaking through, and he groaned, deep and guttural, as he tugged them free. “fuckin’ drenched already. you’re a dirty little slut for us, aren’t you?”

chris’s laugh was soft and wicked as he slid a hand under your shirt, pushing it up to expose the swell of your breasts still trapped in their bra. his fingers deftly unhooked the clasp, letting the fabric fall away, and he hissed in appreciation at the sight. “look at these..” he murmured, his thumb brushing over one nipple, watching it harden under his touch. “gonna suck these pretty tits ‘til you’re grinding on matt’s face, beggin’ for cock.” his mouth descended, hot and wet, latching onto you with a slow, deliberate pull that sent a bolt of heat straight between your legs.

matt’s head dipped lower, his stubble scraping the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as he spread you wider, his breath hot against your core. “fuck, so good,” he muttered, his tongue darting out to trace a slow, teasing line along your slit, tasting the slickness there. “gonna make this pussy mine first—sweetheart.” matt’s lips closed over you, sucking hard, and the room filled with the wet, obscene sound of his mouth working you over, relentless and hungry.

chris pulled back just enough to watch, his hand still kneading your breast as he grinned down at matt. “she’s already moaning—listen to that,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “keep going, man. I wanna hear her scream before we fuck her senseless.” his mouth returned to your chest, teeth grazing your nipple this time, a sharp edge of pleasure-pain that had you arching off the bed, caught between their twin assaults. the night was going to stretch long, and you knew that. with matt and chris’s dirty words and teasing touches? you were done for. so fuckin’ done for.

© delilahsturniolo

“i’m a Matt girl”

“i’m a Chris girl”

Well, I’m a “Chris’s balls in my mouth slapping his dick on my forehead while Matt’s dick is up my butthole and fingers in my coochie” enby.

We aren’t the same. 🤷🏾‍♀️

— sub!chris loves having his hair played with. . .

cafuné: (n.) the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love.

you loved nights like these. but chris loved them even more. cuddled up on the couch, the room dimly lit by the pale moonlight shining through the window and the tv playing modern family.

chris’ head is laying in your lap, your hand tangled in his hair, raking your almond-shaped nails through the chocolate locs. chris’s lips twisted into a satisfied smile of relaxation. his eyes darted up to your face admirably.

“you kinda remind me of gloria.”

“what?” you chuckle. “like, from modern family?” you blink. chris nods, “mhm. cause like you’re bossy and stuff.” he grins mischievously.

“as if you don’t like it,” you give his hair a little tug and he whimpers softly. you raise your eyebrows at that noise. one you always loved.

“uh, no, i dont,” he mutters—lying. he should say he does like it. all the time. you thread your fingers through his hair and tug a little harder, “don’t lie, chris.”

“m’not!” he whines, peering up at you through his lashes. you hum, giving up on the situation. you knew he was just trying to act all tough—which he wasn’t. he’d pay the price for that later.

right now, you just wanted to try and relax with your boy. you both sit there, watching the show displayed on the tv. you continue mindlessly tugging and pulling on chris’ hair, not even realizing the amount of squirming he was doing.

chris reaches down to palm himself through his shorts, letting out a low moan—he was trying to be quiet as to not catch your attention. he was hard from you playing with his hair. such an innocent action. so fucking humiliating. not just because your hands were on him, but because it reminded him of the times you’d tugged his hair while he was eating you out. or while you were pounding him from behind, or when—

“chris?”

chris scrambles to yank his hand away from the tent in his shorts and snaps his head up at you. “y-yeah?”

“what are you doing?” you question. you didn’t actually see him doing anything, since you had actually been watching the show. but, you did see him nervously yank his hand away from his very obvious bulge. “nothing.” he answers quickly.

chris was so, so embarrassed. he didn’t want to tell you he was painfully hard just from you giving a few tugs to his scalp. you raise your eyebrows, giving him a warning look, “chris.”

“i…m’hard, mama…” chris mumbles, his face flaming red. you glance down. yeah, you already knew that. you could very clearly see it. now you just needed to decide if you’d help him or not.

“and what am i supposed to do about that, chris?” you ask, feigning confusion. chris whines. “touch me…please.”

“chris, be a good boy and tell me exactly what you want.” you instruct, pulling your hand away from his scalp and resting it on your hip. chris’ ears glow red as he averts his gaze. “want…j-jerk me off…please…n’pull my hair…” he mumbles. good enough. you hum.

“well you were acting so tough a few minutes ago, weren’t you?” you ask, the question clearly rhetorical. chris frowns and nods sheepishly. “mhm. tough guys don’t need help getting off, do they?”

“wait mama—“

“no. you either sit here and cum in your pants like the dirty boy you are or you get nothing. what’s it gonna be?”

chris hides his face in his hands, clearly insanely embarrassed. you weren’t sure why he was still embarrassed around you, but you weren’t really complaining.

“…in pants,” he mumbles, barely even audible. you raise your eyebrows with a hum, urging him to speak up. he whines again. “cum in pants…please, mama.”

a devilish grin sneaks it’s way onto your face when he finally says it. you decide you’ll help him out a little. you snake your fingers back into his hair and start massaging his scalp, occasionally tugging on the strands. chris moans lowly, reaching his hand down to his painful erection, “hurts, mama..”

“awww. poor thing,” you coo. “palm y’self, for me sweetheart.” your voice drips with faux sympathy, which drove chris crazy as he started to rub himself through his shorts.

you tug on his hair with a little more force, watching as he starts to grind into his hand. pathetic little whimpers and whines slip from his lips. a particular tug of your hand causes a higher-pitched moan to escape his mouth, his eyes rolling back momentarily. you grin wickedly.

chris’ breathing gets a little more ragged and uneven as he ruts his hips into his hand pathetically. “close, mama! so—mmph—close! harder plea—ah!” he babbles out, his words repeatedly getting cut off by moans. you comply, tugging on his hair a little harder in certain spots. you lean down and start pressing hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses to the crook of his neck. “cum for me, sweetheart.”

chris finally lets himself go, reaching his high. filthy moans fall from his lips as a large wet patch forms on his grey shorts. you stop tugging so hard and start simply massaging his scalp, looking down at the wet spot.

“look at you, sweet boy. did good for me, didn’t you?” you purr, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. all chris can do is nod, not trusting himself to try and form real words right now. you chuckle softly, “you still gonna act all big and tough?”

chris shakes his head frantically. yeah, that’s the answer you were expecting.

author’s note. . . omg what’s happening to me. i hope i’m getting better at this 🙏 this was supposed to be fluff but i got carried away! sorry it’s short also this is nawt proofread so ignore the typos if there are any! love u

🏷️ : @sturniolo04 @admeliora94 @alexturnersgooch @strnilolover @snuffbut @frattboychris @marrykisskilled @mqttittude @purpledragon222 @aubsloveschris @paisleyy22 @emely9274 @oliviasthatgirl @conspiracy-ash @matthewsroses @pasteldreams @courta13 @matts-wife @mattswifeyy @adorechris @elenayzxsturn

© cayleeuhithinknott

GET YOUR ASS BACK HOME

TOUR MATT X FRIEND READER

WARNINGS: phone sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation,swearing.

based on the song ass back home by gym class hero’s

"i don't know, where you're going or when you're coming home. i left the keys under the mat to our front door, for one more chance to hold you close. i don't know, where you're going, just get your ass back home"

You and Matt were just friends. At least that’s what you told yourself whenever you found yourself missing him while he was away touring.

It was nights like these where you found yourself tossing and turning in bed, avoiding making eye contact with the telephone on your nightstand at all costs. You couldn’t cave, you couldn’t call him, you shouldn’t.

You still found yourself longing for his warmth on the opposite side of your bed. Sure the two of you were friends, but you were friends that slept with each other and often opted for staying in to watch movies together as opposed to going out partying with Chris and Nick.

Here you were, staring at the little light that blinked on your phone that signaled you had a voice mail. You pursed your lips and your hand darted over, gripping the cold plastic receiver, you frowned and furrowed your brows with frustration as you found yourself dialing his number.

It rang, once, twice, three times before he picked up “Hello?” his familiar soft voice sounded. You let out the breath you held “Hey, Matt.” You greeted, a soft smile playing on your lips. You were like a giddy school girl whenever you spoke with him.

“Y/N!” He sounded excited to hear your voice “What’s up? How’ve you been?”

You let out a soft laugh, leaning back comfortably in bed “I should be asking you that! How’s tour going?” you pressed.

Matt cleared his throat, “it’s good, we had a break for a few days but we’re heading back on the road tomorrow.” You could hear him grinning on the other line “Just catching up on interviews and stuff.”

You picked at the loose string on your blanket “I know how much you love interviews.” You said softly, it was actually the exact opposite. Matt hated interviews. “I saw you in that one, you could barely articulate.” You teased.

You could practically hear the grinning on the other line, “They’re so horribly dull, you just wait and wait until someone finally tells you to come on stage and then, bam, ten minutes later it’s over.” He defended. There was a lull of silence between the two of you before Matt let out a soft cough, “You know, it’d be more fun if you were there.” He said softly.

Your face flushed and you gripped your phone tightly, “What… What do you mean?” You asked, clenching your thighs together and feeling heat pooling between them.

“You know, you could keep me company…” He trailed off, his voice sounded rougher and more ragged than before. A shiver crept up your spine and settled on the base of your neck, “Wh-what are you wearing?” he asked hesitantly.

You grinned and stifled a laugh, “That big white shirt I always wear to bed and some pink shorts,” You pinched your forehead and let out a breathless laugh “Sexy, right?” You joked.

You could hear Matt shuffling around on the other line, “I think it’s perfect.” He said softly.

You smiled and looked down at yourself, it wasn’t anything special like lingerie, just something you typically wore to bed, “Bet you’re not wearing any panties under those shorts.” He grunted softly.

You swallowed thickly and lightly touched the waistband of your shorts, “Never do,” You said, letting out a shaky breath.

“Naughty girl,” you could hear the sly grin in his voice, “You gonna touch yourself for me?” He breathed out.

You whimpered and rubbed your core through your shorts “If you want me to.” Your voice was unsteady.

Matt hummed, “Wish I was there to touch you,” His breathing hitched in his throat, “Bet you’re soaked for me.”

You spread your legs apart, pushing one leg out of your shorts and dipped your finger between your wet folds, “Matt” You whimpered out.

“Fuck” Matt grunted, “Come on, rub that pussy of yours for me.” He urged.

You strummed your clit, softly whimpering as your fingers easily slipped between your folds, “m so wet” You whined, “Fuck, Matt, wan you to touch me.”

“I know, baby,” Matt cooed, “I’ll be home soon, ah shit,” He gasped “I’m going to ruin you when I get back.”

You lifted your shirt and awkwardly held the phone between your shoulder and ear while your now free hand groped your chest, rolling your nipples between your finger, “What are you gonna do?” You urged.

Matt let out a shaky breath “First, I’m going to take you right on that couch, spread your legs and eat that pussy of yours real nice and slow.” His voice was husky and you whimpered at his words, “I’m going to make your legs shake and your voice is going to go raw.” You moaned, sticking two fingers into your wet cunt, pumping them vigorously and letting out a string of unfiltered moans and whines, “Then, I’m going to bend you over and finally stick my cock in that pussy of yours,” Matt clenched his jaw and grit his teeth together “Fuck, you’re not going to be able to walk when I’m through with you.”

Your chest heaved as you lost yourself in the pleasure “Fuck, Matt, I’m so close.” Your words slurred together as you spoke.

Matt groaned, “Fuck, me to baby.” His heavy breaths distorted by static sounded in your ear and the thought of him alone in his tour bunk, with his cock in hand caused your walls to twitch around your fingers. You knew his face was dusted pink with arousal and his bright azure eyes were tightly clenched shut as he feverishly chased his release, “Come on, I wanna hear you come for me,” He huffed.

You rubbed harsh circles around your swollen clit and your hips bucked against your hand chasing your release. Your walls clenched as you arched your back and cried out from pleasure. Matt soon followed, cursing and grunting as he worked himself through his release. Your moans and heavy breaths mixed together through the phone before you both laid in silence, enjoying your post orgasm bliss. “I miss you,” your were the first to break the silence.

Matt felt his stomach clench with emotion, “I miss you too.” He admitted.

“we’re are you going tommorow… it’s hard being away from you this long.” You could tell he was nervous by how well thought out his words seemed.

Matt pursed his lips, “Orlando” he states then he warned “Friends don’t miss each other that much”

Your breath caught in your throat, “What if I don’t want to just be friends?” You asked.

“I would like that,” Matt said trying to hide his smile.

“just.. hurry up and get your ass back home” He drags out the you and hoped you would fill in the lingering question.

“I’ll try to come up for the weekend.” He said,

“I’ll see you then,” you said grinning,

“Night, sweetheart.” Matt said softly.

“Good night, Matt” You answered matching the excitement in his voice.

𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑪𝑶𝑫𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑺

can't feel my legs - don toliver

she's my collar - gorillaz, kali uchis

money longer - lil uzi vert

she - tyler the creator, frank ocean

hi so i need a huge collage of every time chris had a visible bulge in his pants and p links that look scarily similar to chris😊😊😊😊😊

THE SMIRK??? IS HE PUSHING IT DOWN?????

the way i’ve never seen any of these, i knew that was a freaky fucker

i will never forget about this video

chris's hand flick thing oh I'm gone

CHRIS LOOKS GORGEOUS

LOVE YOU TOO – CHRIS STURNIOLO

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader synopsis: in which the reader pranks chris by not saying “i love you” back warnings: lowercase intended, no mentions of y/n, fluff!!

chris had a knack for getting under her skin—every other day, without fail. innocently, of course. sometimes it was something simple, like a crumpled paper ball lobbed in her direction when she wasn’t paying attention, or a quick splash of water from his hands after washing them. nothing that would make her seriously mad, but enough to get on her nerves. and every time, she’d swear she’d get him back, that this time, she’d win.

the thing was, chris was unpredictable. he could read her too well. he could tell when she was about to pull something, anticipate her every move. it was like he was always one step ahead, like he had some sort of sixth sense for her plans. every time she tried, he’d stop it before it even started—like catching her in the act but without her even having a chance to act. it frustrated her to no end, the way he always managed to see right through her.

whenever it happened, she’d slump into a pout, a silent surrender to his constant edge. and he'd just look at her, that smirk of his stretching across his face, like he’d already won the game, without needing to say a word. it always made her want to try harder. next time, she promised herself. next time, she’d win.

tonight was different, though. as she lay on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through tiktok, her thoughts wandered. it was one of those nights where nothing could hold her attention, but she kept swiping anyway, letting her thumb flick over the endless stream of “couple-tok” videos. most of them were the same—couples pulling harmless pranks on each other, calling each other "husband" or "wife" and watching their confused reactions. she chuckled at a few, wondering what chris would do if she tried something like that. would he play along, or would he give her that look—the one that said really?

then, she stumbled on something that made her pause. a couple where the girl didn’t say "i love you" back when her boyfriend said it. his face dropped, and she could practically feel his hurt through the screen. it wasn’t dramatic, just… quiet disappointment. and that’s when it hit her.

if there was one thing she knew for sure about chris, it was that he hated uncertainty. not returning his affection? that would get to him. no question. he wore his feelings openly, and the thought of her not reciprocating them would probably mess with his head for days. she knew she could get under his skin like that.

is it too much? she thought for a moment. but then the little voice in her head reminded her of all the times he’d pulled something on her—catching her off guard, making her pout when she was supposed to win. this is just payback, she reasoned. just a little revenge.

with a self-satisfied smirk, she powered off her phone and got up, walking toward their shared room. there was no turning back now.

“baby?” she heard chris call from inside.

“yeah?” she yelled back, not moving from her spot on the couch.

“can you please, pleaseee get me a pepsi from the fridge?” he asked, his voice exaggerated for effect.

she smiled to herself, already feeling the stir of mischief. she sighed dramatically, got up, and padded toward the kitchen, her feet warm against the cool floor. opening the fridge, she pulled out a cold can of pepsi, feeling the chill bite into her fingers as she held it in her hand.

“here you go,” she said, stepping into the room.

chris was sitting at his desk, black headphones over his ears, eyes locked on his computer screen. without looking up, he took the can from her, cracking it open with that satisfying hiss.

“thanks, baby. i love you,” he muttered, settling back into his chair, already shifting his attention back to his game.

“mhm, of course,” she replied, already turning to leave. her footsteps were light, the door just in reach when she heard him pull off his headphones.

“babe?” he said, his voice suddenly more serious.

she stopped mid-step, glancing back at him, raising an eyebrow. “yeah?”

“i love you,” he said, stretching the words out slowly, like he needed to make sure she heard it.

she couldn’t help the tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips, but she kept her face neutral. “mhm, i’ll be up in a little,” she said, already making her way toward the door again.

but he wasn’t letting it go. his expression shifted, brows furrowing in confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly like he was trying to figure something out.

“babe.”

she bit back a laugh, turning slowly, giving him an innocent look. “yeah?”

“i love you,” he repeated, softer this time, more serious, like the words meant something more than usual.

she held back the grin that was threatening to break through, her eyes softening for just a second. “mhm, i know,” she said, feeling the smirk finally slip through.

chris pouted dramatically, standing up from his chair, crossing his arms. “are you mad at me? did i do something wrong?” he asked, his voice already shifting into that playful whine she knew so well. he walked up to her, taking her hands in his and looking into her eyes like she held the answers.

“no, i’m not mad,” she said, trying her best to look unaffected, though she couldn’t stop the slight shrug.

“then why aren’t you saying it back?” he whined, a little more desperate this time, the playful tone still lingering but now mixed with mock frustration. “whatever i did wrong, i’m sorry, okay?”

“chris… are you okay?” she asked, amusement dancing in her voice, though she tried to keep it in check.

“no!” he huffed, still holding her hands, swinging them back and forth like a child. “you won’t say it back!”

she raised an eyebrow, lips twitching with the effort to hold her composure. “say what?” she asked, feigning innocence, though she already knew.

“‘i love you’!” he whined again, voice rising in pitch as he leaned in closer, clearly playing up the drama.

she couldn’t hold it in anymore—she laughed, letting go of his hands to cover her mouth, enjoying the sweet satisfaction of the prank.

“what? what’s so funny?” he asked, genuinely confused, his brows furrowing.

“i got you!” she grinned, her eyes lighting up. “you keep pranking me, so i finally found a way to get you back!”

his face flickered with recognition, the smallest smile trying to break through his mock indignation. “oh.” then, with a stomp of his foot and an exaggerated sigh, he crossed his arms tightly. “now i’m mad at you.”

“oh come on, chris,” she said, trying (and failing) to turn him around by tugging gently on his arm.

“say you love me, and i’ll turn around,” he mumbled, his back still to her, though she could hear the softness creeping into his voice.

she leaned in, whispering near his ear with a teasing grin, “i love youuu!”

he turned around instantly, pulling her into a tight hug, his lips pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “i love you too,” he said, though his voice held that slight warning she knew so well, a playful scolding. “don’t ever pull something like that again.”

she laughed, shaking her head as she wrapped her arms around him. “okay, okay, i won’t! but i got you good, didn’t i?”

he mumbled under his breath, his faint grin still tugging at his mouth. “yeah, yeah, whatever.”

she pulled back slightly, giving him a teasing look. “admit it, you love me more now that you’ve been pranked.”

he rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the smile spreading across his face. “you’re impossible.”

“and you love me for it,” she said with a wink, her heart light, enjoying the warmth of their little game.

wc: 1.4k

author's note — first fic everyone cheer

dividers — @toastray

© HEARTS4STURN 2025

Who wants another???

the moment your fingers tangle in his curls, he feels a rush of pure need. chris’ lips press against yours, hot and needy. the kiss deepens as he pushes you back onto the bed, his hands wandering over your body like he can’t get enough. his mouth moves to your jawline, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

you tug at his hair again, harder this time, and he lets out a low groan. you feel his hips press against yours, the heat between you growing unbearable.

“you know what that fuckin’ does to me,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with need. his lips find yours again before he pulls away just enough to take you in—his eyes full of lust and his breath quick. his hands skim down your sides, fingers pressing into your skin as he moves lower, planting soft, wet kisses as he goes.

chris’ fingers grip your waist as his lips continue their path. he presses a lingering kiss just above your hip, hands tightening around you before he teases the soft lace of your panties. he teasingly runs his thumb along the damp fabric, letting out a low whistle. “shit,” he mumbles, grinning as his fingers hook beneath the fabric, dragging them down, his knuckles grazing your skin as he goes.

after throwing your panties somewhere behind him, his hands move to spread your legs as he leaves a soft kiss against your inner thigh, before getting closer and closer to your aching heat.

soon enough, your fingers are once again laced in his hair, gripping tight with every moan that spills from your lips. each arch of your back only presses you further against his mouth, his tongue gliding against your folds in a way that makes you see stars. he groans against you, the vibrations going straight to your core, and the sharp tug of your fingers in his hair only spurs him on.

his tongue dips deeper, swirling, flicking, tasting what he can never get enough of. his hands grip your thighs so tight that you’re sure there will be marks later. “mmmh, fuck—” you moan, refraining from grinding yourself against his face. the knot in your stomach only gets tighter with each passing second, threatening to come undone.

chris begins teasingly licking your clit in a rhythm that has you biting your lip to stifle your cries. “none of that shit. i wanna hear you,” he huffs, voice thick with lust before he dives back in, now sucking on your clit with renewed vigor.

“please,” you gasp, the word spilling from your lips before you can hold it back, desperation evident in your tone. you can feel the tension in your abdomen growing tighter, and you know you’re close. “fuck, don’t stop,” you cry out, throwing your head back.

he responds almost instantly, his tongue swirling around you with a perfect intensity. and just as you thought it couldn’t get any better, you feel him sink one of his digits into your cunt, pumping quickly.

the sensation sends shockwaves through your body, a loud moan echoing throughout the room as you gasp for air. chris finds the perfect rhythm, his finger curling as it brushes against that spot inside you that makes your whole body tremble. the mixture of his finger and tongue has your legs trembling, and your hands holding onto his locks in a way that must be painful. yet, he doesn’t mind—he loves it, a moan of his own vibrating against your pussy.

“please, chris, i—” you don’t even know what you’re begging for as you whimper, voice breaking as your body threatens to release. he can feel your walls tightening around him, the heat pooling low in your belly—the feeling becoming almost unbearable as you beg.

“you gonna cum, baby?” he asks, voice gruff as you nod quickly, unable to form words as you gasp. his eyes flicker up to watch you come undone, humming before wrapping his lips around your clit, curling his fingers just right. it all becomes too much, a cry ripping from your throat, your body trembling as a wave of bliss washes over you. chris doesn’t stop, working you through your high, drawing out the pleasure until you’re spent twitching beneath him.

your breath still uneven as you calm down. he presses soft kisses against your inner thighs, his hands gently running over your skin before he finally looks up at you, lips glistening with your arousal and eyes dark with satisfaction. “you good?” he asks, a lazy grin plastered on his face, and you nod slowly. his hair is a complete mess from where your fingers had pulled at it, strands sticking up in different directions over his eyes.

“your hair is a fucking mess,” you manage to mutter out, still slightly dazed from your previous high. reaching up to smooth it down, your fingers brush against his forehead.

he rolls his eyes, “shit, and whose fault is that?”

You’re welcome my little sluts🥰

“The triplets fell off”

Nah yall just criticize their every move try to control them by telling them how they should cut their hair or keep their hair, telling them to shave bc YOU don’t like it, and telling them how to live THEIR lives. They didn’t fall off you’re just mad bc they’re not doing what YOU WANT THEM TO DO they’ve been posting every week for 5 YEARS straight has done 2 tours so far and about to start a third. They’re obviously gonna be worn out they’re 21 they have been doing YouTube since they were 17 I think after tour they should take a social media break and comeback refreshed and relaxed.

And how would you feel if you had millions of people constantly demanding things from you “it’s their job and they’re complaining” like yall don’t complain about your 9-5’s? Yes it’s their job but like every job they deserve a day off “they only post one day a week” and how do you know they aren’t working on other things during that whole week?

My point is if you don’t like it just stop watching them. You don’t like their new content watch the old videos

Stop thinking that these people OWE YOU anything you want. They don’t.

KEEP UR SHIRT ON CHRIS 😭😭😭

I feel sick watching them do this 😭

- San Antonio

-Houston