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100% changing the title name but I’m like only halfway through the first part so idkkkkk!!
Guys I will be locking in soon I just have no clue when
⟡˙⋆ 𓂃 𝑆𝑈𝐶𝐻 𝐴 𝑊𝐻𝐼𝑁𝑌 𝐵𝑂𝑌 ~ ✧
- CHRIS STURNIOLO ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
dom!reader makes sub!chris cum in his pants from just a little bit of dry riding
smut, kissing, dry humping, male orgasm, use of “good boy” as a pet name, cursing, degradation, all consensual
wc: 2.1k
you and chris were in his bedroom, sitting on his bed as you watched a random movie you weren’t really paying attention to. he had his arm around you, your head resting on his chest.
you tilt your head up, resting your chin on his chest as your eyes locked on his. he glanced down at you, a smile pulling at his lips.
“what, baby?” he asks. you climbed onto his lap, and his hands grabbed your hips instantly, like a magnetic force drew them together.
“you’re just so perfect.” you grin, your hands resting on his cheeks.
chris groaned. the way you said that was almost too perfect, and he could feel himself getting hard already.
“you're gonna make me cry,” he smirked, a small huff of laughter escaping him as he buried his face in your neck. “say it again,” he mumbled into your skin.
“what a baby.” you smirk, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up at you. he let out a low, embarrassed grumble. yeah, okay, he was being a crybaby right now and he knew it. he let you manhandle him, staring up at you with a pout on his face.
“shut up,” he muttered, eyes narrowing at you.
“such a little baby.” you repeat, your tone almost condescending as your fingers tighten on his jaw. chris's cheeks burned at your words, he couldn't help but get even more worked up at the way you were talking to him.
“m'not,” he protested petulantly, trying not to get distracted by the way you were holding his face.
your fingers gripped his jaw even tighter, forcing his head up to give yourself access to his neck. your lips latch onto his throat, sucking hard.
chris groaned as your mouth latched onto his neck. he tilted his chin obediently to the side to give you more room, his entire body going slack on the spot. he brought his own hands up to grab at your waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt like an anchor.
your lips leave his neck after a moment with a wet pop, leaving a dark purple and red mark on his skin.
“such a whiny boy,” you whisper into his ear, your teeth grazing his earlobe.
he shuddered, his fingers digging harder into your waist at your words and the feeling of your mouth against his skin. he couldn't help the way he whimpered at the feeling of you biting his ear, his own voice coming out shaky and rough.
“m'not- not whiny,” he protested weakly.
“sooo fuckin’ whiny,” you breathe, your fingers shifting up and tugging on his hair. chris let out a helpless moan as you tugged on his hair, his head tilting back instinctively. he was already breathless, and you'd only been playing with him for a minute.
“i-“ he started to protest, his breath catching in his throat. “i'm not that whiny-“
“be a good boy and admit you’re a whiny little mess for me.” you practically growl. you didn’t even know that you could get this dominant, but you definitely enjoyed when chris got submissive like this.
chris let out a strangled noise at the tone of your voice, his head going fuzzy with your words. he wanted so so bad to be good for you, to be your good boy.
“i- i'm a whiny little mess,” he admitted finally, his voice raw as he folded almost instantly.
“good boy,” you coo in a hushed, low voice. he almost whined at your praise, practically melting against you now. he could already feel his eyes starting to water a little bit as his cock throbbed painfully in his pants, now fully hard.
“i’m your good boy…” he panted, his fingers gripping your waist desperately.
“yeah?” you whisper, looking down at him. your eyes were dark and intense. the look in your eyes was enough to make chris shiver. he was already feeling completely overwhelmed by you right now, and the way you watched him was only making things worse.
a smirk pulls at your lips. “you like being my good boy? you like being obedient for me, baby?” you ask smugly.
chris could barely think clearly when you said things like that to him, his whole face felt like it was on fire. but he also knew that there was no use in denying it, so he swallowed hard before nodding timidly.
“yes,” he whimpered finally, keeping his eyes locked onto yours. “wanna be good for ya.”
“so pathetic.” you whisper, yours fingers carding through his hair. chris whimpered at the way you called him pathetic, his entire body reacting to your touch. his grip on your waist tightened slightly. he couldn't even bring himself to protest now, too busy trying not to melt into a puddle under you.
“y- yeah,” he mumbled out in agreement, voice rough with need. his eyes flickered shut for just a second as he let out another soft sigh of contentment when your fingers carded through his hair again.
chris's head was spinning right now, he felt like he was losing his mind under your touch, his head tilting automatically to lean into your hand even more. he managed to open his eyes enough to look at you again, his expression soft and vulnerable.
“m' your pathetic good boy,” he stated quietly, almost like it was a plea.
“mmm, you are.” you grin, pressing your lips to his. you push him back gently, laying him down on his bed. chris let out a soft, startled noise as you kissed him and pushed him back, his hands flying up to grip your shoulders for balance. he didn’t even try to resist, just let himself be manhandled onto the bed beneath you with a dazed expression.
“fuck,” he breathed out against your lips when the kiss broke slightly. “y/n-“
his entire body was already flushed from how worked up he was getting again so soon after everything that had just happened between you two. you grab his wrists, pinning his arms above his head.
chris whimpered as you pinned his wrists easily to the bed, his hands clenching into fists above him. he was a stronger guy, but he'd always been willing to be submissive in bed, he’d just never mentioned it. he was completely at your mercy right now and he knew it. he loved it.
“y/n- oh, god…” he breathed out quietly again, eyes widening a little at how easily you'd put him in his place.
“shhh...” you hush, your free hand going to his hip as you straddle him. chris closed his mouth obediently, his hips twitching against yours when your hand went to his hip. he was already coming undone beneath you, completely submitting to you without a second thought.
he was so hard now that it was becoming almost painful, and the friction from your bodies together only made things worse. his eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to get it together as you straddled him, his voice coming out choked and desperate.
“y- y/n... need you…” he pants desperately. “you want friction?” you ask. “huh?”
chris let out an incoherent whimper at your words, his hips rolling up against yours as if to prove his point. he tried to answer you, but all that came out was a strained, half-broken noise before he croaked out:
“please,” he whined. “please, need it.” “then you’re gonna have to get it yourself.” you growl smugly.
chris's entire body locked up in shock, his eyes snapping open to stare at you with pure disbelief.
“w- what?” he choked out, voice cracking as he processed your words. his hips bucked helplessly against yours anyway, desperate for the friction even though you'd just told him not to.
“y/n,” he pleaded again, sounding wrecked already. “i c- can't- “ he whined. “yes you can, baby.” you murmur. “c’mon, you can do it.”
chris swallowed hard, your words hitting him like a shock of electricity. he'd never been so turned on in his life. he started to nod shakily, hips lifting off the bed to grind against yours helplessly.
“jesus,” he choked out, cheeks burning as he realized how pathetically compliant he was being. “m- m' being a good boy,” he babbled desperately, his eyes locked onto you. “right?”
“such a good boy for me.” you murmur, one hand petting his cheek as he tries his hardest to get friction. chris shook at the way you praised him, his entire body going slack for a second as he whimpered out loud. his hips stuttered against yours, completely overwhelmed.
“m'- y- yeah,” he choked out, voice wrecked beyond belief now. “g- good boy for you...”
he was so far gone that tears were practically pricking at the corners of his eyes from how much this was getting to him. you watch as he grinds against your pussy through your clothes, he looked absolutely wrecked.
“god, when you post those slutty pictures on your instagram, they make me wet.” you murmur, my fingers trailing down his neck. “the way you lift your arm up so we can see your underwear peeking out. such a slut.” you whisper, knowing how worked up this admission would get him.
chris sobbed at your words. he'd always taken pride in being hot, and he loved when girls appreciated his photos, but having you tell him how much you liked them like this was something else entirely. he'd take a thousand photos of himself in just his underwear if it meant you'd react like this every time.
“only for you,” he pleaded, voice raw. “m' just your needy little slut.”
“so slutty…” you whisper, watching him hump against your clothed core. “you look like you’re already about to cum in your pants, baby.” you whisper.
chris's voice got caught in his throat as you continued to talk to him like this, his hips stuttering against you again. he looked completely dazed, like he was barely even aware of what he was doing anymore. he was so lost in the feeling of you straddling him, your words, everything about you, that all he could manage was a strangled, broken whimper.
“‘s not m- my fault,” he finally choked out, voice shaking. he was close to crying for real now. “you made me like this...”
“so pathetic…” you smirk, your fingers gripping his dark locks, giving them the occasional tug. he shivered violently as you did that, his entire body going stiff beneath you. he was so close now, he could already feel the tension coiling in his stomach, hips jerking up against yours helplessly.
“y- y/n,” chris sobbed out your name like a prayer, hands clenching into fists on the bed beside him. “fuck- i- i'm gonna cum if ya keep talkin' to me like this,” he warned shakily between panting breaths.
you still had his hands pinned on the bed above his head as he dry humped you from under. you decide to grind down on him just once. he moaned as you ground down on him, his back arching off the bed violently, his entire body seizing up in pure overstimulated bliss.
chris came instantly, hips stuttering against yours as he spilled into his pants with a choked sob.
“fuck, fuck- fuck!-“ he babbled mindlessly, eyes rolling back for a second before they fluttered open again to stare at you in dazed disbelief. his chest was heaving like crazy now, sweat beading on his forehead from how hard and fast that had hit him.
you grin wickedly as you watch him literally cum in his pants, the sight of his eyes rolling back and hips jerking up making your ego swell. chris whimpered at your gaze, his entire body still twitching from the aftershocks of his orgasm.
he looked up at you with a mix of humiliation and pure need, his cheeks burning red as he realized how pathetic he must seem right now.
“m'- m’- fuck… ngh,” he stammered out shakily, hips giving one last involuntary jerk against yours. his hands flexed weakly where they were still pinned above him like they wanted to reach for you but didn't dare move without permission.
“good boy.” you praise with a smile, pressing your lips to his forehead before dismounting his lap. you sat down on the edge of his bed, watching him pant from his spent position.
“you’re evil.” he mutters, grabbing your hand and giving it a weak kiss.
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FUCK ice, FUCK trump
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okay guys I’ve officially decided to no longer post until the summer…if you could not tell, I’ve been starting an au.. then forgetting about it and I’m not able to find the time for it. I don’t wanna be unreliable over the summer, so I think I’m gonna start half of in my drafts already soon!!
⭑.ᐟ RELAPSE : NOBODY LIKE YOU (PART 4/5)
dealer!chris x sweetheart!bunny ⋮ part of mini-series ⤷ previous part
in which . . . bunny and chris go on another date, only for a heavy storm to change their plans. with rain warnings forcing bunny to stay the night at chris’s place, long-buried feelings resurface and confessions slip out that make it harder than ever to ignore what still exists between them . . .
warnings . . . explicit sexual content (smut), sexual intimacy, past relationship trauma, past substance abuse/addiction, past emotional distress/heartbreak, slight breakup trauma
author’s note . . . i didn’t create dealer!chris or sweetheart!bunny. this is just my personal interpretation of them. full credit to whoever originally came up with them. comment for series taglist here !!
UNTOUCHABLE featuring. texting
what happens when you fall for the top dog of all frat boys, christopher sturniolo. after making a bet
warnings: underage drinking, drugs, plot twist lol
bing ˎˊ˗
a notification from your phone causes your screen to light up. you pause the show you have on and take a look. you read the name and let out a groan throwing your head on the back of the couch.
chris sturniolo: yo, you’re going the new year’s party right?
he couldn’t be fucking serious right?
you: are you gonna be there?
chris sturniolo:well duh. wouldn’t be asking if i wasn’t
you: then i’m not :)
chris sturniolo: oh cmon ma, don’t be stubborn
you: i’m definitely not going now
chris sturniolo: if i apologise will you come?
your fingers hovered over the keyboard. why did he want you to go so bad? what difference was that going to make? you never entertained him at these parties so why did he give a fuck?
you: maybe. do it and find out
chris sturniolo: ‘m sorry for saying your stubborn. will you come to the party now?
you: hmmm. i’ll think about it
chris sturniolo reacted with 😑
of course you were going to the party, it’s new years, you’d be crazy not to. you’re sitting at your vanity getting ready with your friend whilst she talks about the date nathan brought her on the other week.
your half zoned out but nodding every 20 seconds seemed to do the trick.
bing ˎˊ˗
your phone lights up. chris sturniolo sent a message
you sigh out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and open your phone.
chris sturniolo: see you tonight ma 😉
+1
chris sturniolo: send a fit check
you shake your head and place your phone down and finish off your hair. after your done you move to the bathroom checking your whole outfit in the mirror. the message from chris still open.
you bite your lip debating to yourself if this would just feed into him if you’re easy or not. fuck it. it’s just a fit check that means nothing.
one attachment
chris sturniolo: shiiiiitttt, you look good.
was he joking? when the fuck do he get this nice.
you: i know.
chris sturniolo reacted with 👅
you roll your eyes and head out of the bathroom to your room, spraying perfume and leaving.
the party is already in full swing, people yelling, playing beer pong, shots on the kitchen counter, bathrooms with moans flowing from them. the usual party behaviour.
you shuffle your way over to the kitchen, sorry’s and excuse me’s slipping from your lips as you swivel your way between the crowd.
you finally reach the ‘drink station’ and grab a red solo cup. you bend across the counter to grab the litre of vodka from the other side.
“wow, didn’t think i’d be getting a nice view this quickly” you straighten yourself up, holding your cup and drink before slowly turning around.
chris. of course.
you roll your eyes and turn back to making your drink. chris slides himself beside you, elbow on the counter, toothpick in between his teeth.
“don’t fall too head over heels now christopher” you say, not looking up from your cup as the alcohol spills from the bottle into your cup.
he scoffs, “how could i resist such a sight?” you furrow your brows and look up at him, “is this a trick just to get into my pants tonight.”
“no ma, but if you were offering— i’d be a fool to say no” he puts his hands up in defence. you shake your head, now pouring in the mixer of juice into your cup.
“i’m sure you would be considering it seems hard for you to say no to every other girl that breathes” you sip from your drink, giving him a look from over the rim of your cup.
he rolls his head back with a groan. “i’ll have you know last time i got laid was the party you caught me at” he adds. “that was two weeks ago.” you laugh.
“yeah and? i usually get one every night. just couldn’t resist a pretty thing like you.” he brushes a hair behind your ear with a smile. your body slightly tenses at the action.
you take a gulp of your drink, keeping your hand on it and putting it on the counter. “okay chr—-” you’re interrupted with everyone yelling about the countdown to new years.
you shuffle your way through the crowd to find your friend. the whole room watches the tv hanging on the wall countdown from 10.
9..
8..
7..
6..
5..
4..
3.. you feel a presence behind you
2.. a hand is on your wrist
1.. you’re pulled to turn around
and that’s when he kisses you.
chris.
he slides your hand to wrap around his neck, his finding your waist. his mouth moves against yours in a slow rhythm, tongue prodding at your lip to ask for access.
both your hands move to his jaw as your mouths move together in sync. you don’t even hear all the cheers from the countdown. the whole room going silent.
you pull away and look at him. he has the smug look on his face.
“not so untouchable” he smiles, squeezing your waist.
shit.
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「 you and chris breaking the bed ᵎᵎ 」
smut, kinda rough(??), slight degradation, missionary, p in v, cursing
chris was pounding into you, hard. his hands gripped your waist firmly, his face buried into the crook of your neck as low grunts and moans fell past his lips.
your mind was hazy, the only thing you were able to do was lay there and take it and chris thrusted in and out of you.
“chris, fuck,” you gasped, “so good.”
he smirked, pressing a few kisses to your neck and looping at the skin. “yeah? it’s that good you can barely talk?”
you nodded desperately, your nails scratching at his back, marking his flesh with dark red lines. the pain burned in the best way, sending a wave of pleasure through chris’s body, sending him into overdrive as he fucked you harder.
he snapped his hips against yours, the sound of skin against skin filling his bedroom. the bed creaked below you both, the headboard slamming into the wall behind it.
“y’hear all that baby?” chris taunted, his voice dripping with lust, “how hard i’m fucking you?”
“yes,” you moaned, the air leaving your lungs as his dick repeatedly kissing your cervix over and over.
chris continued slam into you, a loud crack echoing through the room as the mattress sank beneath you both. the slats in the bed frame broke in half, collapsing onto the floor underneath it.
you and chris’s eyes widened as he stopped his motions, holding himself up over you as he broke out into a wide grin.
“did we just break the bed?” he whispered.
you giggled, nodding your head as your cheeks began to heat up. “i think so.”
chris slowly pulled himself out of you, the mattress shifting around as he sat up, helping you with him.
“what now?” you mumbled, scooting to the edge of the bed, trying to avoid the sinkhole that was chris’s bed.
he smirked, grabbing your wrist as he tugged you off the bed and towards his bathroom. “let’s finish in the shower.”
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Hey I miss u☹️
Hi 🙈 I’ve missed you so much !! Where the hell you been, loca? (Please get this reference lol)
I do😭 idk where I’ve been seriously tho? I feel like I low-key disappeared
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Okay dude, if you’re obsessed with it just say so, I’m not judging!!!
MAKEUP
based off of this video of Chris and Matt’s make up challenge- 🧡
in which: chris does a make up challenge for YouTube, leaving you upset because he never lets you do his
Warnings: jealousy, slight crying, comforting, use of y/n and pet names
A/n- I feel special because I feel like not many have seen the video of it so I’m happy to share. Also feel like this is kind of stupid but it’s fine
ARGUMENT
in which: Chris accidentally snaps at you and apologizes
Warnings: a small argument, crying, resolved fight
a/n- I think it’s so cute how when he yelled at her it was because he just wanted to be able to comfort her but she wouldn’t budge
Aww Tyy guys i love everyone on this app!!
YOU, ME, AND MORNINGS ─── . . . chris sturniolo
contains . . . fluff, dad!chris, a small bit of suggestive language.
Top 5 songs & top 5 artists.
Hm… this is just currently !!
Artists: Olivia Rodrigo, Taylor Swift, Nessa Barrett, Sabrina Carpenter, & Madison Beer
Songs: When did you get hot, Tears, Edward Scissor Hands, Russian Roulette, & Bittersweet
What about you 🙈
Oh I have no say on this one…my music taste is literally only one band but I’ll still put the ones I like
Artists: oasis, greenday, blink 182, Red Hot Chili Peppers, blur
Songs: Live forever, Don’t go away, all the small things, forever ever, supersonic
Oasis is literally the only thing I listen to..
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chris sturniolo! x f!reader
requested by : anon🫧⋆˚𖥔 ꨄ︎
WARNINGS : none! fluff, goofy chris who forgets plans & is a bit immature but at the end of the day, he would do anything for you <3
Chris is at your door again.
It’s nearly midnight, you’re in pajamas, and he’s standing there like he didn’t ghost your texts for five hours with that same stupid, sheepish half-smile he always wears when he knows he’s in trouble.
“I forgot to charge my phone,” he says, scratching the back of his neck.
You blink.
“You have a car charger.”
“I don’t trust car chargers.”
You step aside anyway.
He walks in like it’s his place, drops his bag on your floor with a thud, and immediately starts pulling things from it like he didn’t just ignore you all afternoon.
A t-shirt with holes in it. One sock. An unopened bottle of BodyArmor. A gold chain that looks fake. And, weirdly, a potato.
You stare at him.
“I thought I’d stay here tonight,” he says, sitting on your couch like the conversation isn’t already five steps behind him. “I was gonna ask, but, y’know.” He holds up his dead phone like it's some kind of permission slip.
You fold your arms. “We never even made plans, Chris.”
He squints. “Didn’t we?”
“No.”
“Oh.” He pauses. “Well… we should’ve.”
You exhale — long and slow, like a woman about to be canonized for her patience.
And then you get a better look at what he’s wearing.
“Is that…” You gesture vaguely. “Is that what you chose to wear?”
He looks down. Baggy gym shorts, mismatched hoodie, slippers that are definitely two different brands. He’s also wearing sunglasses — on his head. At night.
“Oh,” he says again. “Yeah. This was kind of ironic.”
You stare. “That’s not ironic. That’s criminal.”
Chris grins, wide and unbothered. “You love me.”
“I tolerate you.”
“Same thing.”
You roll your eyes and turn back toward the kitchen. You’re not mad, not really — you’re just used to this.
Used to Chris showing up unannounced. Used to him treating your apartment like a safe house. Used to being his backup plan, his comfort zone, his girl-shaped emergency contact.
You're halfway to the fridge when he calls out, “Wait—did you say we never made plans?”
“Correct.”
“But I told Matt I was hanging with you tonight.”
“So you lied to him.”
Chris frowns, visibly confused. “Huh. Didn’t know I did that.”
“Of course you didn’t.”
You grab him a drink anyway, because you know he won’t ask — just sigh and sulk until you do it for him. He’s sitting sideways on your couch now, legs stretched across the cushions like he’s posing for a Renaissance painting. His phone is charging on the windowsill. He’s flipping through your TV with the confidence of someone who doesn’t pay rent.
You hand him the drink. He lights up.
“Aw, you do love me.”
“You are the bane of my existence.”
“Bane of your bed, too,” he says, winking. “Eventually.”
You throw a pillow at him.
He catches it easily, tucks it behind his head, and leans back like he’s just won an argument he never actually started. You want to scream. You want to kiss him. You want to put him in a cardboard box labeled free to chaotic home.
You can’t even stay mad when he smiles like that, with his stupid curls and his stupid perfect teeth and his stupid voice that always gets low when he says your name.
Chris is the kind of sexy that should come with a warning label: Caution: may be allergic to accountability. Do not operate heavy machinery or romantic expectations around him.
He’s the kind of guy who’d forget your anniversary but cry over your chipped nail polish. Who doesn’t know where Idaho is on a map but somehow knows every lyric to early 2000s Justin Bieber. The kind of boy who thinks 2% milk means it’s “just mostly water,” who’ll drop thirty dollars on an Uber across the city but refuse to pay for extra guac because “that’s where they get you.”
And still—still—he’s the first person you’d call if you had a bad day. Or a good one. Or any reason to want to feel understood without needing to explain yourself.
Because Chris, for all his chaos, sees you. Always has.
Even if he can’t remember where he put his keys. Or his charger. Or the perfectly reasonable boundaries you set three conversations ago.
He’ll wrap his arms around you in public without thinking twice. He’ll get mad when you don’t tell him you’re sad. He’ll steal your Chapstick and keep it in his pocket like it’s sacred. He’ll refer to your cat as your shared child in casual conversation.
And yeah—he’s a disaster. But he’s your disaster.
Beautiful, ridiculous, clingy. Incapable of proper communication but somehow still the only person who makes you feel like the world isn’t completely awful.
You want to strangle him half the time.
The other half?
You want to marry him.
Because you’re stupid. Or in love. Or both.
You feel him stir from his current position, he’s lying across your lap like a lazy golden retriever in a tattered hoodie, chewing on a Sour Patch Kid and using your thigh as a pillow. He looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, curls a mess, cheeks flushed from the warmth of the room.
“You’re staring,” he mumbles.
You ignore that. Instead, you start combing your fingers through his hair, mostly to annoy him. “How have you survived this long without me?”
Chris shrugs. “Matt. Sometimes Nick.”
“That’s terrifying.”
He hums. “I’m a simple guy.”
“You’re a man-child.”
He snorts. “Thank you.”
“Not a compliment.”
“I know,” he says, eyes opening again, lazy and sincere all at once. “But you said man. I’m focusing on the positive.”
You roll your eyes and press a soft kiss to his temple.
He stays the night, of course.
He falls asleep by 12:43 a.m. with a bag of Sour Patch in his hand, his head still resting on your chest. His phone buzzes around one, the screen lighting up with a missed call from Matt, but it’s already slid off the windowsill. You plug it in again, without a word.
At some point, in that space between dreaming and waking, he shifts closer and whispers, “Don’t leave me.”
And you just sigh — exhausted but full — and murmur, “Who else is gonna make sure you eat vegetables?”
He hums at that, half-asleep, half-smiling, and wraps an arm around your waist with the ease of someone who’s never questioned where he belongs.
“My baby,” he breathes. “Love you.”
You don’t even think he means to say it — he’s always too honest when he’s tired.
Your chest still aches a little, soft and stupid. But you cant help but smile, because no matter how many times he forgets to text back or leaves you to pick up the pieces, he always comes home to you.
ugh I love writing fluff god it's so cute
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