C. STURNIOLO best friend’s brother.
i’ve been listening to the victorious soundtrack A LOT and i just. yes.
the sexual tension between you and chris was driving you insane.
whenever nick left you alone in the living room, you two would communicate through your eyes.
you decided that you had enough and wanted to do something about it.
“hi.” chris smirks, eyes trailing down your figure. he tilts his head, leaning against the counter with his hands on top.
you scoff, taking a step forward crossing your arms over your chest. “you’ve been driving me fucking insane.”
he smirks again, his eyes raking over your figure as he murmurs lowly, "oh, i know.”
he reaches his hands out, gripping your waist and pushing himself onto you. he whispers. “nick left you all alone again. how do you feel about that.”
“god. i want you so fucking bad.” you finally admit, biting down on your bottom lip as you glance downwards.
he smirks loving the answer as he fumbles with the button of your jeans. he twirls you around against the counter. “yeah?”
he takes a step forward touching his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist as his head dip to the side of your neck, shoving his hand inside.
his middle and ring finger teasingly glide between your folds. “are you always this wet for me?” his fingers slowly pump in and out, your body jerking forward to his touch.
“god.” you whine, feening for more as your brows furrow, eyes fluttering shut. he smirks, cupping a tit as he pushes your top upward.
your jaw slightly partly open, tilting your head backward against his shoulder, letting out a small moan.
both of his hands grip your waist, turning you around. he lift you onto the counter tugging your jeans off to the ground, and does the same with his.
his hand reaches up to his mouth—with his hand slicked with saliva, he pump his dick a few times.
the tip pushes inside between your folds throbbing desperately to be swallowed.
your eyes hungrily gawk at his dick. this has been the moment you’ve been craving for. he grunts, grabbing both of your hands intertwining for support.
the sound of his hips slapping against your skin makes your knees rises as your head lolls against the cupboards. “oh god. fuck. please, please. feels so good.”
his breathing grows heavier as his head dip to your head. “christ, i can’t.”
you exhale lowly, turning your head to focus on him—vision blurry, and chest heaving heavily. “chris, i’m gonna. i’m gonna—“
he grunts, pulling out pumping. white strings spluttered all over your cunt, tapping the excess against your clit.
you breathe out quietly, pushing yourself upward and wrap your arms around his neck. “mm. that was pretty amazing.”
he smirks, letting out a laugh as his hands leans on top of your knees. “yeah it was. should do it more often.”
his fingers trail up your inner thigh, his thumb toying with your clit.
“oh my jesus christ.” nick’s jaw falls open as he reaches his hand up to his mouth in horror. “what the fuck! i’m never leaving you alone again.” he shrieks in pure disgust.
