it's breathing by itself, I think it's trying to wave at us

TOUCHES - PT. 1

pairing.. dealer!chris xinnocent!reader

warnings: smut, cowgirl, intimacy, strong language, smoking (weed), dealer, nudity

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the room was silent except for the faint hum of the city outside, the kind of quiet that felt heavy in the air, broken only by your breathing and the slow rhythm of the bed shifting beneath you. the only light came from the moon spilling through the half-open blinds, painting the sheets in strips of silver and shadow.

your bare skin caught the glow as you moved, knees braced on either side of chris’s hips. you didn’t know what exactly this was between you—no relationship, no commitment. just friendship that blurred into something hotter, messier, something you never tried to name. you hung out sometimes. you laughed and argued and shared snacks and secrets. and sometimes, like tonight, you ended up tangled together in bed, with nothing between you but skin and want.

chris lay back beneath you, his hands firm on your waist, guiding you into a steady, unhurried rhythm. his eyes stayed locked on you—half-lidded, sharp even in the shadows, watching the way you rolled your hips over him. the moonlight made every angle of his face stand out, made the light sheen of sweat on his skin glisten faintly.

you couldn’t deny how good he looked like this—hair sticking up in places from the pillow, chest rising and falling in deep breaths, mouth parting just enough to let soft groans slip out. those low sounds spilled into the space between you, deep and raw, and every one of them made heat curl in your belly.

your own moans answered his, soft but breathless, slipping out each time your hips came down to meet him. your breasts moved with the rhythm, your hair bouncing around your shoulders, catching the moonlight in its strands. his fingers dug into your hips, urging you to move faster, harder.

“shit…” he muttered, the sound rough and unfiltered, his voice almost breaking as you rocked into him.

you felt the pressure building, both of you teetering on that edge where everything feels too much and not enough all at once. your thighs trembled, nails pressing into his chest for balance. the moment you came, it hit sharp and deep—your voice breaking into a high, helpless moan. chris followed seconds later, his grip tightening, his hips surging up into you before slowing, the heat of his release spilling between you.

you collapsed forward, chest to chest, your forehead resting against the side of his neck. his skin was hot and slick, his heartbeat loud in your ear. neither of you spoke. there was no need. you just stayed there until your breathing evened out, then slid off him and lay on your back beside him, staring at the pale ceiling.

for a while, there was only the sound of the city and the faint creak of the sheets. then chris got up without a word, crossing the room in the slow, lazy way he always did after sex. when he came back, he tossed something soft onto your stomach.

it was one of his old hoodies—the faded black one you’d seen him wear a hundred times. you pulled it on without hesitation, the oversized sleeves falling past your wrists. it smelled like him—vanilla cologne, a trace of weed, and the faint warmth of his skin.

chris had been deep into weed lately. selling, not just smoking. you’d seen him roll it, weigh it, bag it up with casual precision. you’d joked more than once about buying from him, but he never gave you any—not a single crumb. he’d just smirk and say, “nah, you don’t need my stash.” you’d stopped asking a while ago.

which is why, when he opened the drawer by his bed and pulled out a small flashlight along with two perfectly rolled joints—one in plain white paper, the other in soft pink—you blinked in surprise.

without saying anything, he held up the pink one to you.

“for me?” you asked, raising a brow.

he didn’t answer. he just gestured for you to follow him.

the balcony door creaked open, letting in the cool night air. you stepped outside, the concrete cool under your bare feet. the old wooden bench was weathered but wide enough for both of you, and you sank onto it beside him, the hoodie draping over your thighs.

chris flicked the lighter, the small flame sparking to life before catching on the end of the joint. he passed you the pink-wrapped one without a word. you didn’t question it—you just took it between your fingers, brought it to your lips, and inhaled. the taste was faintly sweet, almost floral.

you leaned back against the bench, watching him light his own, the smoke curling up into the night air. the city lights blinked in the distance, the moon hanging high above you both. he looked relaxed, the tension gone from his shoulders, his gaze distant as he let the high settle into him.

you were still trembling faintly from earlier, the aftershocks humming in your body, but it felt… good. warm. his hoodie wrapped you in his scent, the weed mellowed the edges of your thoughts, and the cool night kept you awake just enough to take it all in.

then you felt his hand.

it slid onto your bare thigh, his fingers curling around it in a slow, steady grip. his thumb began tracing lazy circles into your skin—firm enough to ground you, gentle enough to make you lean into it without realizing.

you didn’t speak, and neither did he. you just sat there, shoulder to shoulder, smoke drifting between you, the city quiet beyond the balcony rail.

no strings.

no words.

just warmth.

and for reasons you’d never admit out loud, it felt really good.

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- wrapped with love, karla ᢉ𐭩

the second the sleek, aluminum doors of the elevator slide close, chris pounces on you.

the drowsy act he’d put on for his brothers disappears in an instant. you should have known he was faking it—groaning about the headache the summer heat was giving him, tired from the long flight.

he’s as energetic as ever, kissing you sloppily, fumbling to grab your hand and guide it to the waistband of his sweatpants.

I KNOW yall saw matt in todays video nobody fucking talk to me.

LIKE BRING THAT HEREEE

“anything else?” mhm 🙂‍↕️

i have a lot of things i want to say right now..

Someone make a fic now😣😣🙏🙏🙏

I forgot the space between just act like it’s fine

Exhibit A of this post

-The way he fucking pulls that face, like it’s a stern expression mixed in with annoyance.

-His punches are rapid, plus they genuinely look like they would hurt(like i said)

-Matt literally chases after you just to make sure you feel him.

-MATT TOWERING OVER YOU😤

-Matt immediately going into dom mode by telling Nick to be quiet after HE was the one who fucking rocked his shit💀

-This is just proving literally everything i’ve said.

-He looks good in this green outfit

-I notice how he gives a blank stare before diving into attack mode—which gives someone a false sense of security.

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❝ ESTES METHOD ׅ⠀𝃛◌ ꜝ   ꒱ྀི ⋆  𓂅 starring christopher sturniolo ──── 𑁍ࠬܓ ෧

chris had been in your space all night—hovering, brushing up against your back when there was no reason to be that close, dragging his hand across your lower back under the guise of squeezing past you. he wasn't slick. not with the way he'd linger behind you, eyes dipping down when he thought no one was watching, biting back smirks every time your elbow grazed his chest or your hip bumped his thigh. so when sam brought up splitting off for the first estes session, you jumped in before anyone else could. "me and chris will stay down here. the rest of you can go upstairs." chris raised an eyebrow but didn't protest, already moving toward the room without a word, that cocky little grin tugging at his mouth like he knew exactly what you were planning.

you made a show of setting him up—plugging in the headphones, slipping the blindfold over his eyes, kneeling in front of him under the pretense of adjusting the mic connection. the others were still upstairs, setting up colby's bathroom, and your camera was conveniently angled just off-center, red light blinking steady until you leaned forward and pressed the button. it went black. 12:50am. plenty of time.

chris was breathing deep already, twitchy with anticipation even before you touched him. when your hands moved to his jeans, undoing the button slow and deliberate, he shifted on the floor and tilted his hips up without needing to be told. he couldn't hear a thing—headphones blaring static and whispers—but his body spoke for him. you dragged the zipper down and pushed his jeans and boxers low enough for his dick to spring free, flushed and heavy, slapping lightly against his stomach. he exhaled a shaky moan, head falling back even though you hadn't done anything yet. you brought your hand up to his mouth, thumb dragging down his bottom lip until he spit, messy and eager. you wrapped your fingers around him and started slow, dragging your hand from base to tip in deliberate strokes that made him tremble.

he was already too sensitive. not being able to see or hear left him completely at your mercy, and it showed in the way his thighs flexed and his lips parted on every exhale. you leaned in, lips soft and warm around the head of his dick, tongue flicking just under the ridge until he gasped, hips jerking slightly. your hand stayed at the base, keeping him grounded, stroking in time with the movement of your mouth. he couldn't form full words—just fragments, stuttered breaths between moans. "oh—fuck… f-fuck, don't stop, don't…" his voice was barely audible, shaky and cracked with every hitched breath.

you pulled off slowly just to tease, dragging your tongue down the underside of his length and watching the way his hands clenched into fists on his thighs. his whole body was strung tight, muscles twitching, chest rising and falling like he couldn't catch his breath. every time you sucked him back into your mouth, he let out a sound that made your thighs press together—helpless and ruined, like he didn't know what to do with himself. he couldn't hear how wet it was, couldn't see your mouth stretched around him, couldn't beg properly, so his body did all the talking for him. hips lifting, stomach tensing, head lolling back as he whimpered, "shitshitshit—m'gonna—please, i'm—"

he came with a full-body jerk, choking out a broken moan as his dick pulsed in your mouth. you didn't stop until his thighs were shaking and he flinched, too sensitive to handle anything more. when you finally pulled away, he was red-faced and dazed, panting with his mouth half open and the faintest trace of sweat at his temple. you wiped your mouth, adjusted his clothes, tapped his shoulder twice. he pulled the blindfold up first, blinking like he was disoriented, then the headphones. "how long was that?" he mumbled. you glanced at your phone. "we've got five minutes left."

by the time you rejoined everyone in the kitchen, chris was still a little dazed, leaning against the counter next to you and adjusting his jeans like they were bothering him. matt glanced over while sipping water, his gaze flicking between you and chris. "you guys got somethin' good?" he asked, voice casual. "we weren't really gettin' shit."

you opened your mouth, trying to think fast. "uh… i didn't know our camera died before we even started anything," you lied smoothly, trying not to look at chris, who was now adjusting himself again. matt squinted, staring between the two of you slowly, his lips pressing into a flat line. "fuckin' disgusting…" he muttered, shaking his head and walking away.

"shut up," chris muttered under his breath, cheeks red as hell.

"wait—what? what's disgusting?" nick asked, looking around confused. colby just laughed and kept scrolling through the footage, none the wiser.

originally written .by @sturncandi ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 𝃛ㅤ⠀ഒ

click here to be a piece of candi ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ──── @sturnsblogs

i luv this clip sm he's soso babyyy 🥲💖🤏🏻🤏🏻🪽 .

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repeating what I always say... Nick is the hottest triplet

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