.ᐟ LUST ── matthew sturniolo
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝟗 : : 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑? 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐘𝐄𝐒. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎
⤷ previous scene & all scenes ⤷ cw . . . power imbalance, implied past physical harm, unresolved romantic tension, protective possessiveness . . .
downbadbsf!chris x sweetie!reader
part 8
more of this series here
this is a long one!
(warnings: mentions of alcohol, aggression, chris’ anger issues, domestic, (if this is too much take a break and scroll! i’ll be here when you’re ready to read) lmk if i missed anything!)
chris was at your door in 5 minutes, pepsi and cheetos in hand, dressed in some random pjs from 5 years ago. he lets himself in and locks the door behind him. “sweetie! i’m here! where you at?” he shouts through your house before you reply “on the couch”
your voice was much softer and almost weaker than his was. when chris walked into where you were, his eyes found the lump ,of you, curled up on your couch chocolate wrappers surrounding you.
chris almost chuckled. “sweetie? you alive under there?” he sits down next to you. you groan and sit up “barely.” you sigh out before biting your chocolate. “you can’t just eat junk food to get over this. you knew him for 3 months!”
you look him dead in the eyes. “chris, you don’t and won’t get it okay? i already said i don’t wanna talk about it so let’s not.” your voice was stern. “okay okay” he says with his hands up as if you were the cops, “i just thought maybe you’d feel better if you did-“
“well don’t ‘just’ think.” you cut him off. the air is tense and silent for a few moments before chris breaks the eye contact and silence. “what movie we watching then?” his usually cocky and casually demeanour coming back.
“bambi” you answer so fast it’s almost laughable. “bambi? seriously? the one where the mother dies and bambi can’t walk on ice? your choice i ain’t here to judge” he chuckles befoe pressing play.
“come ‘ere” he opens his arms and you practically jump into them, wrapping the blanket over both of you and resting your head on his chest as you watched the film.
you could see chris stealing glances at you from the corner of your eye but you act like you don’t, keeping your eyes glued to the tv. about 20 minutes go by before chris blurt out, “sweetie this is torture. i need to know what happened. please. you know i’m not gonna judge you.”
you sigh a shaky breath. “chris it’s not that easy, you wouldn’t understand-“ “then help me understand sweetie.” chris says without letting you finish, “please. i need to know wether i should have killed him or not”
you almost chuckle at that. “i guess it all started when we got to his house and we were watching ‘poltergeist’. he put his arm around me and i leant against his side but he started moving his hand further down and i didn’t think much of it at first,” you begin.
you can see chris listening so intently it was as if you were speaking holy words.”i mean i was expecting us to fuck i just want expecting him to move so fast so i kinda shifted so his hand moved away from my ass but that just made him grasp at my waist”
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by the time you had finished explaining what happened chris was looking like he was in the brink of exploding. “i should’ve killed the fucker. are you okay?” he states and asks through gritted teeth.
you nod. “still a bit shook up but i’m okay” but chris sees right through it. “you’re not okay. you’re not scared of me.. right?” he says, the last word laced with worry. you quickly shake your head.
“i mean seeing you like that definitely scared me but i mean you did that for me so. although i do think you have anger issues chris and should probably go to therapy about it.” chris rolls his eyes at your words.
“yeah yeah whatever. is there anything else you want me to know about? did he take it further than what you told me?” he intertwines his fingers with yours for comfort. you shake your head.
“he just went for a shower and after he came out drunk out of his mind and i confronted him about messaging his ex he pinned me to the wall and lifted me by my neck but you luckily came in just as i ran out of breath.” after you say that chris’ eyes move to your neck where a bruised outline or theo’s fingers lay.
he runs his fingers over the bruise. “son of a bitch. you should report him for this. seriously. this is so fucked up sweetie i’m so sore you had to go through that.” you could feel tears brewing at his word but you push them down before he can notice.
you just nod and swallow hard. “can we just keep watching the movie? please. i can’t talk anymore about it.” you could feel your throat scratching the more you talked or even thought about what happened.
chris nods and unpauses the tv, a blanket of comforting silence filling the room along with the sounds of ‘bambi’ playing on the tv.
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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ YOU TRY TO GET ON TOP ENEMY!CHRIS MID FUCK ࿐ྂ
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low grunts are mixed with your high pitched moans, filling his bedroom with sounds of sex.
he’s pounding into you, his necklace dangling above your mouth, which is agape. you can taste the silver on your tongue, but it doesn’t bother you.
chris blue eyes are piercing into yours, his gaze intense as his tongue pokes into his cheek, trying to hold back any sounds.
“so fuckin’ tight..”
he growls, using on of his hands to lift your hips up a bit, to go even deeper inside of you.
“chris—“
you gasp out, voice breathless as your face in confronted in pleasure. he lets out a low sound, enjoying his name rolling of your tongue like this.
“you like that huh?”
you nod desperately, a string of moans escape you. “chris im gonna—“
chris grins wickedly, he presses a sloppy kiss in your neck before pulling back, slowing down his thrusts to examine you, a wicked grin on his face.
you whine, your hands grip his shoulder to pull him back, but he refuses and tuts.
his thrusts stop almost completely, an evil grin on his face, he enjoys this, he enjoys stopping when you’re close, he enjoys seeing your unsatisfied face.
he always does this, and this time, something snaps into you.
you watch him raise his brows surprised when you clench your jaw, gripping onto his shoulders a bit harsher before flipping the two of you over, causing you to be on top.
chris still has his brows raised, a cocky smile on his face.
“the fuck you doin’?”
you don’t react, instead you lift your hips and sink down on him. chris lets out a surprised moan. you’re panting heavily, before starting to move your hips.
chris watches, he rest his hands behind his head as he leans against the headboard, an arrogant smirk on his face.
“what are you doing?”
he repeats, this time amused instead of confused. you whimper softly. “you stopped.. so i’ll just do it myself..” you reply, a small moan escaping after.
chris’s amused grin widens. “you’ll never be able to keep up with this pace, let me—“
you cut him off by moving faster, his cocky comment only challenges you and causes a fire to infuriate inside you; you want to prove him wrong, prove him that you can actually do this.
“shut up…” you moan out, making chris’s entertained smirk bigger.
you truly try to keep up with the pace, your hips moving up and down in a clumsy way, the bounces off rhythm. but you try, you want chris to see that you can in fact be a top.
but as soon as your legs start to shake, a weak whine escapes and your body slows down, you know you failed, which makes chris’s ego swell.
you slow down completely, panting heavily. chris doesn’t waste a second before flipping you both over again.
“got all tired hm?” he teases, a smirk on his face that wants you to both punch and kiss him.
“poor girl…”
he mocks, before pressing a lazy kiss in your neck and beginning to thrust in and out of you, in a steady yet fast pace.
a/n witting this while high so idk if this makes sense, lmk lmao
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚?
𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐
ⓘ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ dealer!chris ⋆ blowjob ⋆ mentions of smoking/getting high ⋆ pet names ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ situationship ⋆ chris is annoyingly smug ⋆ lowkey fluff + more. (not proofread)
You let out a deep sigh when a random number flashes across your phone screen. You know it’s your ex, finding ways to contact you after you blocked him everywhere. He’s been trying to get together—or something. But you don’t do charity work (not anymore), and you’d rather fall into a pit full of spiders than hear him out again.
It doesn’t help that Chris is peeking over your shoulder and at your phone like it’s any of his business. God, why do annoying men always end up in your life? And it’s not like Chris and you are anything more than a dealer and one of his regulars—who fuck sometimes might you add.
"Who’s that? Your boyfriend?" He’s already a little faded from the blunt he’d smoked before you came over to his place with the intention to buy what you usually buy from him. "Not gonna answer?"
Big dick!Matt confirmed by Chris?
Dedicated to my fav fellow Matt girlie @sturncoast 🫶🏼
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bro it’s a good ass day to be a chratt girl
