A soft moment between you and Chris, where he likes the feeling of your nails scrapping across his scalp..
Chris sturniolo x reader
Warnings: none just soft sugary fluff<3
The air in his room was cold as the day slowly settled into night, the morning traffic replaced by the occasional sounds of passing cars racing to get home and the glittering light of the moon shining through the curtains.
Your fingers were threading through Chris’s hair as the fan blew softly across your intertwined bodies, the t.v. playing some random sitcom.
You then stop scratching his head to reply to a message from Tara asking if you wanted to hangout tomorrow and all you hear is a tiny grunt,
“Chris?”
You said softly looking down at Chris as his face was plastered between the valley of your breasts.
“Did I say you could stop?”
You widen your eyes at his attitude,
“Who are you talking to like that?”
Chris whines and sits up, having his arms extend to cage you between his now toned arms. Chris’s face is inches from yours and you smile softly,
“Keep doing what you were doing…”
You raise an eyebrow in confusion, before smiling at him.
“You’re such a baby, I was texting Tara..”
Chris scoffed and laid back down on your chest pushing his nose into your skin.
“I’m more important..”
You roll your eyes and continue scratching his scalp as he groans at the soothing feeling of your nails scrapping across his head. The feeling making his spine shiver,
“You’re so dramatic and I’m telling Tara about this..”
Chris lets out a lazy agreement, obviously not listening.
“Yeah whatever I don’t care…”
You smile at Chris and continue to enjoy the tender moment between you and your needy boyfriend.
Summary: after the almost kiss with Chris, you meet up with Tara and tell her all about it. / Chris talks to Matt about the whole situation.
Your POV:
You wake up the next morning with that same feeling still sitting in your chest. Not heavy, just there, lingering in a way you can’t ignore.
The first thing you do is grab your phone, your heart doing that stupid little hopeful thing before you even unlock it, but when you do, there’s nothing. No text from Chris. Your stomach drops just a little as you stare at the screen for a second longer than you should before locking it and tossing it beside you.
Your mind immediately replays last night. The door. How close he was. The way you both leaned in. The way you pulled away. You sit up, dragging your hands over your face. “Why did I do that..” you mumble to yourself, already feeling your thoughts start to spiral.
You push yourself out of bed before you can get too deep into it, quickly getting ready and texting Tara asking to go get coffee immediately, and she answers basically right away saying on her way to get you, and that alone settles you just a little.
Not long after, you’re both sitting in her car with iced coffees, parked in a random lot. The windows are cracked slightly, the air cool, but your hands are warm around your cup. You haven’t even taken a sip.
Tara turns toward you, already studying your face like she knows something’s off. “Okay. What happened?” she asks.
You exhale slowly, staring down at your drink. “Something almost happened with Chris.” Her eyes widen immediately. “What do you mean almost?”
You shake your head, letting out a breath as you explain everything: The date, how uncomfortable it got, Chris waiting outside the entire time, the drive home, and then the door. “We were so close,” you say quietly. “Like we both leaned in. And I just pulled away.”
Tara just stares at you. “You almost kissed Chris.” You groan, dropping your head back against the seat. “I know.”
“And you pulled away?” she says, almost in disbelief. “I panicked,” you sit up quickly, running a hand through your hair. “I didn’t know what to do, Tara.”
She leans back slightly, watching you carefully. “Okay but how did it feel?” You pause, your fingers tightening around your cup. “It felt right,” you admit softly. “Like really right. And that’s what’s messing with my head. I didn’t realize until I closed the door that it felt right.”
Tara’s expression softens, like she’s been waiting for you to say that. “Why is that a bad thing?” she asks gently. “Because he’s Chris,” you say immediately. “He’s my best friend.”
“And?” she pushes. You shake your head, frustrated. “I don’t know. I’ve just never thought about him like that. I knew I liked him, just didn’t wanna ruin anything, but since last night I feel like it changed, I don’t know.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Really?”
You hesitate before answering quieter, “yeah..”
Tara shifts in her seat, turning more toward you. “Do you think you could ever fall in love with Chris?” Your heart stutters, your mind immediately pulling memories. Him picking you up without hesitation. The way he always answers your calls. The way he notices when something’s wrong before you even say anything. “I don’t know,” you whisper.
“Have you ever thought he could be the one?” she asks, and that one hits deeper. You swallow, staring out the windshield. “I mean he’s just so different.” You pause, then keep going, almost like you can’t stop now. “He’s so soft with me. He’s patient. He listens to everything I say, even when I’m being dramatic or overthinking. He never makes me feel stupid for it. He remembers things I don’t even think matter, like my coffee order or when I’m having a bad day before I even say anything. And last night..” you shake your head, your voice getting quieter, “he just sat there. The whole time. In the parking lot. Didn’t complain once that he was wasting time or anything. He stayed there just in case I needed him, just to protect me.”
Tara’s expression softens even more.
“He didn’t judge me,” you continue. “He didn’t make me feel dumb for going back. He just took care of me. Like he always does.” You let out a shaky breath, your eyes starting to gloss over. “I never have to worry when he’s around. I just know I’m safe. I know I’m protected. I don’t have to think twice about anything.”
Tara gives you a small, knowing smile. “Yeah. Because that’s what it’s supposed to feel like.” You look over at her as she continues, “You deserve that. You deserve someone who makes you feel safe, and cared for, and actually listens to you.” She tilts her head slightly. “And I see the way he looks at you.”
Your stomach flips. “What?” you ask quietly. “Chris looks at you like you’re the prettiest girl in every room,” she says simply. “Like he’s proud of you. Like he can’t believe you’re even real.”
Your chest tightens at that, and she adds, “I’ve seen it for a while. You just never wanted to.” You look down at your hands, your voice softer now. “I know hes in love with me.”
Tara nods like that confirms everything. “And I think” you pause, your voice cracking slightly, “I think I might be starting to feel it too.”
The car goes quiet for a second before you rush out, “But I’m scared. Like really scared.”
“Why?” she asks gently. “Because what if I mess it up?” you say, your voice shaking now. “What if I fall harder for him and something goes wrong and I lose him completely? I can’t lose him, Tara.”
She reaches over, resting her hand on your arm. “And what if you don’t?” she says softly. “What if this is the one time you don’t mess it up?” You shake your head slightly, overwhelmed. “I don’t even know how to talk to him about this. Like what do I even say? ‘Hey, we almost kissed, what’s that about’” You let out a weak laugh through your tears. Tara smiles gently. “You don’t have to make it a big thing.”
You sniffle, wiping your eyes. “Then what do I do?”
She shrugs lightly. “Go see him.”
You blink. “What?”
“Go see him,” she repeats. “Hang out like you normally would. Don’t force anything. Don’t overthink it. Just see what happens.”
You hesitate, staring down at your coffee again. “What if he brings it up?” you ask. “Then you talk about it,” she says simply. “And if he doesn’t?”
Tara smiles a little. “Then maybe you will.”
You sit there for a second, letting everything settle, your heart still racing but something feeling just a little clearer now. “Okay,” you say quietly. You pick up your phone again. Still no text from him. Your stomach flips, but this time you don’t ignore it, because now you know what you need to do. You just have to be brave enough to do it.
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Chris’s POV:
Chris wakes up before everyone else, but he doesn’t move right away. He just lays there staring at the ceiling, one arm tucked behind his head, the other resting on his chest, his mind already replaying the same moment on a loop. Your door. The way you looked at him. How close you were. How you both leaned in like it was actually going to happen. And then you pulled away. He exhales slowly, dragging a hand down his face. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his voice rough with sleep and frustration.
He sits up, running both hands through his hair, trying to shake it off, but it’s stuck. He can still feel how close you were, how easy it would’ve been to just close the distance. Part of him wishes he had. The other part knows exactly why he didn’t. You had just gone through all that. You were upset, shaken, vulnerable. The last thing he ever wants is to make you feel pressured or take advantage of a moment like that. Still, it was right there. And now he has no idea what it meant to you.
He ends up downstairs not long after, but he’s not doing anything useful. He’s pacing more than anything, opening the fridge, closing it, grabbing a glass, setting it down, running his hands through his hair again like he’s trying to physically push the thoughts out of his head. Matt notices almost immediately when he walks in, grabbing something from the fridge before leaning against the counter and watching him.
“You good?” Matt asks casually, but there’s a knowing look behind it. Chris shrugs without even looking at him. “Yeah.” Matt lets out a quiet laugh. “You’ve walked back and forth like ten times.” Chris exhales, shaking his head slightly before finally saying it. “I almost kissed her last night.” That gets Matt’s full attention. “What?”
Chris finally looks at him, jaw tight. “We were at her door. She was thanking me for being there, and then we just stood there. And we both leaned in.” Matt raises his eyebrows. “And?”
Chris huffs out a breath. “She pulled away.” There’s a pause. “And you didn’t say anything?”
Chris lets out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. “What was I supposed to say, Matt? ‘Hey, why didn’t you kiss me?’”
Matt studies him for a second, then asks, “Okay but what did it feel like?” Chris doesn’t even hesitate. “Like I was about to ruin everything.”
Matt frowns slightly. “Or like you were about to finally do something about it?” Chris shakes his head immediately, his voice firmer now. “No. Because if I’m wrong, if I read it wrong, or if she didn’t actually mean it, then I just ruin everything. She’s my best friend, Matt.” His voice drops a little, more honest now. “I can’t lose her.”
Matt crosses his arms, leaning back against the counter. “You’re already losing your mind watching her date these guys.”
Chris exhales sharply, looking away. “Yeah, because it sucks,” he mutters. “It sucks watching her get treated like shit over and over again when I know I could treat her right.” His jaw tightens. “Like last night sitting in that parking lot, knowing exactly how it was gonna go. Knowing I was gonna have to pick her up again.” He shakes his head, frustrated. “And she still went back.”
Matt sighs quietly. “She doesn’t see it yet.”
Chris lets out a short, bitter laugh. “Yeah. No shit.”
There’s a pause before Chris speaks again, quieter this time. “I’m so in love with her, it’s actually stupid.”
Matt doesn’t even look surprised. “Then why are you acting like this?”
Chris runs a hand through his hair again, pacing a little. “Because I don’t know how to bring it up now. Like what do I even say? ‘Hey, we almost kissed, do you wanna talk about it?’” He shakes his head. “What if she didn’t even think it was anything? What if I bring it up and she just shuts it down?” His voice tightens. “I can’t just hear that and be fine. I can’t just go back to normal after that.” He stops pacing, leaning back against the counter, staring at the floor. “And if I push it, if I say something at the wrong time, I risk losing her completely. And I can’t.. I can’t lose her.”
Matt watches him for a second before pushing off the counter slightly. “You’re scared of ruining the friendship,” he says.
Chris nods immediately. “Yeah. Obviously.”
Matt shrugs. “But you’re already miserable like this.”
Chris doesn’t argue, because it’s true. Matt continues, “You don’t have to confess everything all at once, but you can’t just ignore what happened. Just talk to her. See where she’s at.” Chris exhales slowly, his mind still racing. “And if she pulls away again?” he asks quietly. Matt shrugs. “Then at least you know.” There’s a long pause before Matt adds, more serious now, “Or she doesn’t. And you’ve been holding yourself back for no reason.”
Chris swallows, staring ahead, the weight of it all settling in his chest. “I just wish I knew what that moment meant to her,” he says.
Matt raises an eyebrow. “Then go find out.” Chris shakes his head slightly, but there’s less resistance now.
… chris forgets about you & your plans and wants to make up
content warning: nsfw content. p in v. cursing. angst. mdni.
you’re curled up on the oversized sofa, knees pulled to your chest. the house is quiet while you stare at the screen, your thumb hovering over the refresh button of instagram. you swipe up. a new story from Chris.
you tap it, and the image loads. it’s a candid shot of a restaurant table cluttered with pasta plates and half-empty glasses of water. in the center, Chris is laughing with his head tilted back. and directly beside him, there’s a shoulder brushing his, a girl you do not recognize. she’s smiling and looking at him with an expression that feels too intimate. you stare up at the ceiling, the white paint blurring as your eyes well up. you can’t help looking at the phone again and dial Chris. it rings first once, then twice, then five times. there’s a pang of hurt when it goes to voicemail, again.
"where the hell are you?" you whisper,
you sit up abruptly and open the app again. another story. this one is a short video. Matt and Nick are in the background, their voices a distorted blur of laughter and bickering over something. the camera then pans to the girl. she says something that makes Chris chuckle, a low, intimate sound, and he leans in closer to her with his face inches from hers. the video loops. you feel a cold, hard knot tighten in your gut. you stand up and pace the rug. you check the time. 10:05 PM. you had a plan for tonight. a simple dinner at home, just the two of you. you had spent an hour getting ready, wearing the silk dress he always compliments, and now— now you feel like a ghost haunting his living room.
"he didn't even think to text. not one word." you whisper to youself again,
you sink back onto the sofa and stare at the photo of the girl again. you zoom in on her hand which is resting on the table, fingertips millimeters from his. you feel a surge of heat, a mixture of betrayal and stinging jealousy. you put the phone on silent and slide it under the pillow. you decide to wait. you want to see the exact moment his confidence breaks when he walks through that door and realizes that you know.
1 HOUR LATER,
the sound of a car pulling into the driveway shatters the silence. headlights sweep across the living room walls, momentarily blinding you. you don't move. the front door unlocks with a heavy click. the door swings open, letting in a rush of cool night air and the scent of expensive cologne. Chris enters, his voice booming as he laughs at something Nick is saying behind him.
"i’m telling you, Matt actually tried to eat the garnish. he thought it was a pickled pepper.", they both laugh.
Chris steps into the living room. he stops dead when he sees you and his laughter dies instantly, his face falling into confusion that quickly shifts into a flicker of guilt. Nick lingers in the doorway for a second, catches your expression, and quickly vanishes back into the hall, sensing the shift.
"hey ma. you’re here?" he tries softly,
"yeah, i’m here." you respond flatly.
Chris steps closer with his brow furrowed, "i didn't know you were coming over. i thought we were doing our thing tomorrow?"
"tomorrow? Chris, we talked about tonight. we had a plan."
"right. right, tonight. look, i completely blanked. the guys just called me and said they were already at the place and i just... i went with it."
you stand up, the phone in your hand, "you blanked? you forgot about me for four hours?"
Chris sighs, "it wasn't four hours. it was a dinner. we were just hanging out."
you hold up the phone, the screen glowing, "who is she, Chris?"
Chris freezes. he looks at the phone, then back at you. he doesn't look surprised, which only makes the anger flare hotter in your chest.
"who is who?"
"don't do that. don’t play idiot. the girl in the stories. the one sitting so close to you that she was basically in your lap. who is she?"
"she's just a friend of a friend. she happened to be there with the group…" he says defensively.
"then why didn't you answer your phone? i called you six times!"
"my phone was on silent in my pocket. i didn't feel it vibrating.", and you swear you hear annoyance in his voice.
"so you didn't feel it, but you had enough time to post three different stories? you had time to curate the perfect image of your night, but you didn't have ten seconds to tell your girlfriend that you forgot about her?"
"i didn't curate anything! i just posted a few things. why are you making this into a huge deal? it was just dinner." he says while getting more annoyed by the second,
"it's not about the dinner, Chris! it’s about the fact that i am an afterthought to you. i sat here for hours, wondering if you were even coming home, while you were out playing house with some random girl."
Chris steps towards you, his expression hardening, "playing house? are you serious? you’re actually jealous of a girl i don't even know the last name of?"
you feel tears welling up now, "yes, i am! because you lied by omission. you didn't tell me she was coming. you didn't tell me you were going. you just vanished and left me waiting like an idiot…"
"i didn't vanish! i was with my brothers! since when is spending time with Matt and Nick a crime?" he says while throwing his hands up,
"it's not! but the way you handle me feels like it. you treat me like i’m just... there. like i’m a piece of furniture in your life that you can just ignore until you feel like using it."
the room goes silent. Chris flinches, the words hitting him harder than he expected. he looks at you, really looks at you, seeing the mascara smudging under your eyes and the way your shoulders are shaking. his expression softens, the anger draining out of him, replaced by regret.
"please tell me you don't think that. you can't actually think i see you that way..."
"then why do i feel like it? why do i feel like i’m the only one fighting to keep this grounded?" you say,
Chris reaches out to touch your arm, but you pull away, "i’m an idiot. i know i am. i get caught up in things and i forget the world exists outside of whatever is happening right in front of me. but that doesn't mean i don't love you."
"love isn't just a word you say when you're in trouble, Chris. it’s showing up. it’s answering the phone. it’s remembering the person who is waiting for you." you sniff,
Chris voice cracks, "i know. i know i messed up. i really did. i saw the calls when i finally checked my phone in the car. i felt my heart drop. i wanted to call you, but i didn't know how to explain it without sounding like a complete moron." he confesses.
you wipe your face with the back of your hand, "you are a complete moron."
Chris gives you a small sad smile and nods.
he steps closer again, this time more slowly. he doesn't touch you, but he stays within your space, the heat from his body radiating toward you. he looks down at his feet, then back up into your eyes.
"i don't want that girl. i don't want anyone else. i want you. i want the way you look at me, and the way you make me feel like I'm actually a good person even when i’m being a prick. please. just... tell me how to fix this."
your voice trembles, "i don't know if you can fix it tonight."
he reaches out, his fingers grazing your jawline, tilting your head up, "let me try. please."
he leans in, his forehead resting against yours. you want to push him away, but the longing is stronger than the anger. when his lips finally touch yours, it’s not a gentle kiss. it’s desperate, hungry, and tinged with the residue of the fight. it’s a collision of teeth and tongue, a frantic attempt to erase the distance that had grown between you over the last few hours.
he leads you to his bedroom and the door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the house. Chris has you pinned against the door, his hands gripping your waist with a force that leaves bruises. the kiss is chaotic, a battle for dominance that neither of you wants to win. you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him pressing into you.
Chris breaks the kiss for a second, "i’m so sorry. i’m so fucking sorry."
you nod and gasp, "just shut up and make me forget about tonight."
he groans, a deep sound from the back of his throat, and carries you across the room, dropping you onto the mattress. he’s over you in an instant, his hands frantically tearing at the fabric of your dress. he pushes the fabric up, exposing your skin to the cool air before his warm palms slide over your thighs.
"you’re so beautiful. i’m such a fucking idiot for making you cry." he says while scanning your body,
he leans down, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your neck. he sucks hard, leaving a mark that will be there for days, a brand of ownership that makes you arch your back. you reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it across the room. his chest is broad, his skin hot beneath your fingertips. you run your nails down his ribs, drawing a sharp hiss of breath from him.
"i want you so bad. i’ve been thinking about this all dinner. not her. never her. just you." he whispers,
he moves down, his lips trailing over your breasts. he catches a nipple between his teeth, tugging gently, and you let out a loud, sharp moan that fills the room. he spends minutes there, his tongue swirling around the peak of your breast, tasting the salt of your skin. you wrap your arms around his head, pulling him closer, your hips beginning to grind against his pants. the friction is agonizing, a tease that makes you whimper.
"Chris... please. now."
he laughs a low breathless sound, and quickly pulls off his pants and underwear. his cock springs free, thick and pulsing, already leaking of pre-cum. you stare at it for a moment, the sight of him fully aroused sending a fresh wave of heat through your core. he reaches down, his fingers sliding between your legs. you’re already soaking, your pussy dripping with a slickness that makes a wet, squelching sound as he touches you.
"you're so wet for me… even when you’re crying, fuck"
he slides two fingers deep inside you, stretching you. you gasp, your head hitting the pillow as you feel the pressure. he pumps his fingers in and out, the sound filling the air. he uses his thumb to circle your clit, applying a pressure that makes your vision blur. you are on the edge, your muscles tightening, your breath coming in short, jagged bursts.
"put it in. fuck Chris, put it in!" you moan,
and he doesn't hesitate. he positions the head of his cock against your entrance, the wetness of your pussy acting as a lubricant. he thrusts upward in one powerful motion, burying himself deep inside you. you feel your cervix being hit, a blunt, pleasurable shock that makes your toes curl. he stays still for a moment, his muscles shaking, his forehead pressed against yours as he lets out a long, shuddering breath.
"fuck... you feel so tight. like you were made for me."
he begins to move, slowly at first. each thrust is deliberate, a slow slide of skin against skin. you can feel the ridges of his cock rubbing against your walls. as he picks up the pace, his balls slap against your ass. he grips your hips, lifting you slightly off the bed to get a deeper angle.
"yes... right there... don't stop..." you moan,
his cock slips out completely for a split second, the sound of the exit a wet pop, before he plunges back in with a force that makes the bed frame bang against the wall. you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, locking your ankles, pulling him deeper into your heat. you can feel the tension building in your lower belly, a coil of electricity that is about to snap.
"i love you. i love you so much. i’m never doing that again. i swear to god." he moans ragged,
the words trigger something in you. you feel the first wave of the orgasm hit, a pulsing of your walls that grips his cock tightly. you moan into the crook of his neck, your body shaking with the intensity of the release. the sensation of your climax triggers his own. he lets out a low huff, his body stiffening as he thrusts one last time, burying himself as deep as possible. you feel the hot, thick jets of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up, the warmth spreading through your insides.
Chris collapses on top of you, his weight heavy and comforting. he stays buried deep inside you, his forehead resting in the crook of your neck, both of you shivering as the adrenaline begins to fade.
"don't move. just... stay like this for a second." he whispers.
he shifts slightly after a few minutes. his skin is slick with sweat as he slides out of you with a soft, wet sound. you feel the sudden void, the cool air hitting the place where he had been. he doesn't leave you shivering for too long. he immediately rolls to the side, pulling you into his arms and hauling you against his chest.
"i’m still a little upset." you admit,
he kisses your temple, "i know. i know you are. and you have every right to be."
he pulls back to look at you. he sees the remnants of the tears on your cheeks and the flush of the sex still coloring your skin. he reaches out, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear. he doesn't just offer words; he starts to act. he slides out from under the covers,
"i’ve got you. i’m not going anywhere."
he helps you up, guiding you towards the bathroom. he holds your hand, his grip firm and reassuring. in the bathroom, he turns on the shower, letting the water run until it's a steaming warmth. he helps you step under the spray, the water running over both of you. he takes the soap and gently lathers your back, his hands massaging your muscles, working out the tension that had built up during the hours of waiting.
you close your eyes, leaning into him, "why do you do this? why are you so... like this now?"
he stays quiet for a few seconds before admitting, "because when i walked in and saw you... the way you looked at me... it felt like i’d broken something i can't replace. i can't stand the thought of you feeling alone when i’m the one who's supposed to make you feel the most seen."
he turns you around, his hands cupping your face. the water streams down his features, dripping off his nose and chin. he gives you a kiss of apology.
after the shower, he leads you back to the bedroom and dresses you in one of his own t-shirts, the fabric smelling of him, swallowing your smaller frame.
he then whispers, "i’m going to spend the next month proving to you that you're the center of my world. i’ll take you to that place you've been wanting to visit. i’ll cook for you. i’ll leave my phone in the other room when i’m with you. whatever it takes."
"i love you more than i know how to say, and i’m sorry i forgot how to show it tonight." he finishes.
ella’s notes: thanks for the request!! and i’m sorry if it sucks … not used to write fluff … lmk what u think! 😵💫
some of u guys are literally porn addicts! i’m sorry but someone had to say it. it’s practically impossible to find fics that aren’t smut, no matter which tag ur looking in, and it’s so fucking annoying. i don’t mean this in a conservative way, but it’s not normal to have every single fic inside a tag be smut. unless ofc it’s in the smut tag itself.
edit: some of u guys are missing my point, I READ SMUT !!!! i don’t mean that no one should write smut ever, but it’s getting to a very concerning point where EVERYTHING is smut, and some people don’t read anything that doesn’t have it. and it’s not just fics, just look at comments of any video that recommends a book, “is there spice?” “if there isn’t spice i don’t want it.” like WHAT??? and it’s also specially annoying when i’m looking for something to read inside the fluff/angst tag and all i find is smut smut smut
Chris is the type to smack your ass the second you bend over in those tiny little pyjama shorts that barely cover anything, then grin when you jump and yell “Chris!” like he wasn’t waiting for the perfect opportunity.
Chris is the type to wrap an arm around your waist from behind while you’re making food, hands immediately sliding down to squeeze your ass while he rests his chin on your shoulder.
Chris is the type to constantly pull you into his lap just so he can keep his hands on you, rubbing lazy circles over your thighs and giving your ass a teasing squeeze every few minutes.
Chris is the type to whisper “these shorts are dangerous” while staring way too hard when you walk around the house in oversized hoodies and little sleep shorts.
Chris is the type to smack your ass when you walk past him, then act completely innocent like “what? I couldn’t resist baby.”
Chris is the type to pull you closer by your hips when you’re standing between his legs, hands instantly settling on your ass while he kisses you all slow and smiley.
Chris is the type to get distracted mid conversation because you turned around in leggings, suddenly grabbing your hips and going “hold on, you can’t just walk around looking like that.”
Chris is the type to love cuddling from behind because he gets to tuck himself against you, one hand always resting on your hip or giving your ass little squeezes while you both fall asleep.
✧ hockey player!chris, dom!chris, bigdick!chris, size kink, rough, unprotected, creampie
✧ summary: in which you wear chris's jersey and he fucks you senseless in it
✧ word count: 1.4k
✧ authors note: wrote this while watching off campus...iykyk this stayed in my drafts too long i need to post it..
the apartment had been freezing when you got out of the shower, and chris's jersey was right there on the chair where he'd tossed it last night after his game. it smells like him.
like cedar and sweat and that specific cologne he wears, and you'd pulled it over your bare shoulders without thinking. the jersey stops mid thigh. the sleeves go past your fingertips.
you're standing in front of the mirror adjusting the collar when you hear the key in the lock.
"baby?" his voice echoes through the apartment, tired but warm. "you home?"
"bedroom," you call back.
you hear his bag hit the floor, the rustle of him kicking off his shoes, and then his footsteps making their way toward you.
he appears in the doorway and stops dead.
he's still in his practice gear, hair damp and curling at the nape of his neck, cheeks pink from the cold outside. he's holding his phone in one hand and a coffee in the other and he just… stares.
his eyes go dark almost immediately, pupils blowing wide as they drag down your body, taking in the way his number stretches across your chest.
"hi," you say, and your voice comes out quieter than you meant.
he doesn't say anything. he sets the coffee down on the dresser. slowly, like he's trying to control his movements, and then he's crossing the room.
"is that mine?" he asks, and his voice is deep already, rumbling in a way that makes heat pool low in your stomach.
"was cold," you say.
he reaches out and runs his hand down your arm, tracing the number on the sleeve. "you look so fucking good in this."
"yeah?"
"yeah." his hand slides down to your hip, thumb hooking under the hem, finding bare skin. he makes a sound in the back of his throat. "shit, baby, tell me you're not wearing anything under this."
you bite your lip. "maybe."
he groans, and then his mouth is on yours. his hands are everywhere, under the jersey, on the curve of your waist, your ribs, the curve of your chest, and you can feel how hard he is already, thick and straining against his pants, grinding against your hip.
"feel what you do to me?" he breathes against your lips, rocking into you.
"feel how fucking hard i am? been thinking about you all day, baby, thinking about coming home and being with you, and now you're wearing my fucking jersey and i can't—shit, i can't think straight."
"then don't think," you whisper, and you reach down to palm him through his pants.
he hisses, head falling back, and then he's walking you backward until your knees hit the bed. "gonna ruin you," he says, and his voice sends a shiver down your body. "gonna fuck you so good in this."
he lifts you up, hands under your thighs, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he lays you down. the jersey rides up and his eyes follow it, darkening when he sees your skin underneath. the only thing between you and him is his own name stretched across your chest.
"look at you," he says, his hand sliding up your thigh. "look at how wet you are already. all that for me, baby?"
"yes," you whimper, arching into his touch. "yes, all for you,"
"shit." he presses two fingers against you, just teasing. "you're dripping. fucking dripping for me. want me to taste you? want me to eat this pretty pussy until you're screaming my name?"
you nod frantically, already desperate, and he rewards you by pushing the jersey up to expose you fully. "keep this on," he orders, his voice ragged. "wanna see my number on you while i devour you."
he settles between your thighs and drags his tongue on you in one long stroke that has you crying out, your hands tightening in his hair. he groans against you, the vibration making you squirm and hes licking and fucking you with his tongue like he's starving.
"so fucking sweet," he murmurs, you can feel his breath hot against you. "taste so good, baby. could eat you for hours. could live between your thighs."
"chris," you gasp, as he sucks your clit between his lips until your hips are bucking against his mouth and he's having to hold you down.
"that's it," he encourages, looking up at you with dark, blown out pupiled eyes, his mouth swollen. "come on my tongue like a good girl."
he doesn't stop, keeps working you through it, lapping at you until you're oversensitive and shaking, until you're pushing at his shoulders because it's too much.
he crawls up your body, kissing his way up your stomach, your ribs, your neck, and you can taste yourself on his lips when he kisses you. you can feel how hard he still is against your hip. "good girl," he praises. "such a good girl for me."
"please," you whimper, already needy again, already wanting. "want you inside. need to feel you."
he's tearing his shirt over his head, shoving his pants down, and then he's there, thick and heavy in his hand, dragging the tip through your folds to soak himself in you. "want me to fill you up? want me to stretch you out and fuck you full?"
"yes, please chris,"
he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, making you gasp and claw at his shoulders. he groans, his forehead dropping to yours. "shit, you're so tight. so fucking tight and wet and warm. feel like heaven, baby. feel like you were made for me."
he starts moving, his hips snapping against yours. the bed creaks beneath you, the headboard knocking against the wall. you're wrapped around him, legs around his back, and every time he thrusts into you the jersey shifts, the fabric rubbing between you.
"look at you," he pants, and he's sweating now, hair falling into his eyes. "look at you taking me. taking every inch. you like that? like feeling me deep inside you?"
"yes, yes, right there, please don't stop—"
"not stopping," he promises, thrusting into you until you're babbling, until you're incoherent, nails digging deep into his back. "gonna make you come again, yeah? gonna make you come on my cock while you're wearing my jersey. gonna feel you squeeze me, take me. fuck, baby, you close? you gonna come for me?"
"yes," you gasp, "yes, i'm, chris, i'm gonna—"
"do it," he growls. "come for me. come on my cock, let me feel you,"
the pleasure is overwhelming, and you feel yourself clamping down on him, and he groans, his head falling back.
"shit, shit, that's it, that's my girl," he's fucking you through it now, finding his own release, his movements getting sloppy and desperate. "gonna fill you up, baby. gonna come so deep inside you. want that?"
"yes," you whimper, still shaking, "yes, please, want it,"
he thrusts one last time and groans long and low, spilling into you with a shudder that rocks through his whole body. you can feel him, and he keeps his hips pressed tight against yours.
for a long moment neither of you move. he's heavy on top of you, still inside you, and you can feel his heartbeat against your chest.
the jersey is twisted between you, bunched up around your ribs, his number half visible in the dim light.
"hi," you whisper, smiling against his hair.
he laughs, breathless and warm, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. "hi."
"good practice?"
"amazing practice," he corrects, lifting his head to look at you with tired, but loving eyes. "best thing to come home to in my life, actually."
you grin, feeling smug and soft and thoroughly fucked out. "might have to wear this more often."
"don't you dare take it off," he says, suddenly serious, and then he's rolling to his side and pulling you with him, pressing you against his chest. the jersey is still on, tangled between you, and he traces the number on your back with lazy fingers.
outside the window the sun is setting, and chris hums contentedly against your hair, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip.
₊˚⋆ ╰► chris is your friends brother, & you have fantasized about him forever. a relationship with him was all just a figment of your imagination… until it wasn’t.
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☕️ TEASING oneshot here!
in which…
₊˚⋆ ╰► your favorite game is to tease your bestfriend chris
ꫂ᭪݁ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you ghosted Chris a long time ago — but somehow, he still finds his way to you.
ꫂ᭪݁ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: tysm for all the love on my last post i love you guys, comment if you wanna be tagged in my next posts !!!
You were almost positive that you were never going to see Chris again.
You took every precaution possible to avoid him ─ parking your car far from campus, taking the longest routes to your classes, and in the hallways you kept your head down, pretending to be focussed on your phone while your heart raced at the thought of crossing paths.
You deleted pictures on your phone, even blocked his number and his socials, determined to erase him from your life. The idea of him posting pictures with another girl twisted your stomach in uncomfortable knots, leaving you feeling utterly miserable.
During your time alone, you began to realise just how dull your life actually was without Chris.
Sure, frat parties had never been your scene, but you used to enjoy being tucked against his side, watching him in his element ─ dealing, taking drugs, and drinking with his frat brothers before he took you into his bedroom where you spent the night. Then there were the midnight food runs when the munchies hit, him bringing you along to the nearest 24-hour store and buying all your favourite treats and snacks which you shared.
But that was gone now, you were sure of it. You were never going to experience those moments with him again.
Until he opened your bedroom door one night while your were episodes deep into one of your favourite rewatchable series. Your heart raced and your eyes widened in disbelief, nearly dropping your cup of water that you've been sipping. You hastily place it on the bedside table, pausing your show mid-scene, confusion written across your face.
"Jus' wanna talk to you, alright?" Chris says as he steps into the room. 'Cos you leavin' like you did... yeah, it doesn't sit well with me ─ got this..."
Chris pauses as he prods his chest with his two fingers, his expression a mix of frustration and slight vulnerability.
"Got me feelin' this weird shit and ─ and I can't take it, alright? Use that fuckin' mouth of yours and talk... 'cos I must've done somethin', right? So jus'... just talk to me." Chris stood there, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, jaw tight like he was fighting to keep it together. His light blue eyes — usually so cold and detached — flickered with something raw. Something scared.
He didn’t close the door behind him.
The silence stretched between you two, thick and heavy like a storm about to break. He wasn’t yelling. Wasn’t being an asshole for once.
He was asking.
And Chris Sturniolo never asked for anything from anyone unless he absolutely had to.
Finally, after what felt like minutes, he exhaled sharply through his nose and took one small step forward — just enough that the dim glow from your desk lamp caught half his face in shadow.
“You blocked me,” he said quietly. Not accusingly… more confused than anything else? “I called you three times last week.” Chris's fingers twitched at his sides, like he wanted to reach out but didn't know how.
He looked around your room — the messy bed, the half-empty water cup on your nightstand, the paused episode glowing faintly on screen. It was all so you. So familiar.
And it pissed him off that seeing it made his chest ache this way.
"Did I do something?" His voice dropped lower now — softer than you'd ever heard it. No sarcasm. No smirk hiding behind those words like usual. Just... realness.
Then suddenly, without warning:
"I miss you."
The admission hit hard — clumsy and rough around the edges because Chris wasn’t built for tenderness or confessions or saying shit like that out loud… but there it was anyway: raw as hell and impossible to take back once said aloud in silence between both of ya’s breathings Chris shifted his weight from one foot to the other, suddenly looking like a nervous kid instead of the cocky frat boy everyone knew him as.
He didn’t wait for you to respond — maybe because he was scared of what you’d say.
So he just kept talking. Fast. Like if he spoke enough, his words would fill up all that painful silence between you two.
"I saw Jessica last weekend," he blurted out — Jessica, some girl from another sorority who'd been flirting with him nonstop since your breakup — "She asked me out. Took her bowling."
His eyes darted up to yours real quick before flickering away again, guilty as hell even though technically... nothing had happened?
"I didn't go." He swallowed hard. "I told her no." Chris scratched the back of his neck, that nervous habit he always had when he was actually feeling something real.
"She kept texting me after," he continued, voice quieter now. "Sent me like... five selfies or whatever with captions like ‘u up?’ and shit."
A bitter half-smile tugged at his lips — not amused, just annoyed.
He ignored every single one.
Even deleted them without replying because honestly? The thought of kissing Jessica made him feel sick to his stomach for some reason. And Chris hated feeling sick over anything related to girls who weren't you.
"So I just... ghosted her." He shrugged like it was no big deal — but it kinda was, coming from him. Chris took another step closer — slow, like he was approaching a scared animal.
He finally looked at you properly. Really looked — taking in your face, the way your eyes were wide with surprise (or maybe suspicion?), how you hadn’t said a single word since he walked in.
And that hurt more than anything else.
Because normally? You’d be yelling by now. Or crying. Or throwing something at him and telling him to get out of your room forever again after what happened between y’all weeks ago…
But instead? Silence.
So Chris did the stupidest thing possible:
He reached out and gently grabbed both sides of your face with his hands — calloused thumbs brushing over your cheeks as his blue eyes searched yours for even just one clue about what was going on inside that pretty head of yours.
Then… without asking… without warning…
He kissed you. The kiss was desperate — messy and clumsy, full of pent-up emotion Chris didn’t know how to put into words.
His lips crashed against yours with a hunger that surprised even him. No finesse, no sweet romance — just raw need and the overwhelming urge to feel you again after weeks of nothing.
One hand slid from your cheek into your hair, fingers tangling tightly as he tilted his head slightly to deepen it. The other stayed pressed firmly against your jaw like he was scared you’d pull away.
And for a second… you didn’t push him off.
You froze — shocked by the sudden contact after everything that had happened between y'all... but then—
Your lips moved under his almost on instinct. Just once—a small reciprocation before reality kicked in hard.
Chris felt it—the tiny shift—and it sent fire straight through his veins. Chris’s breath hitched the second he felt you kiss him back — even if it was just a tiny, almost hesitant press of your lips.
It was enough to make his heart slam violently against his ribs like it wanted out.
He kissed you harder now — more confident, more possessive. His teeth lightly caught your bottom lip for half a second before soothing it with another deep kiss. The hand in your hair tightened slightly, tilting your head exactly how he liked it as he poured everything into this moment: all the anger from when you left him... all the sleepless nights... all those stupid times he told himself she didn’t matter but clearly…
She did.
Because here Chris Sturniolo was—kissing her like she owned every fucking part of him right now—and not giving one single damn about anything else.
And maybe this time… 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨.
𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇’𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: i’m so sorry if this is a little bit too short but tomorrow i have a big exam so i love you all, i hope you enjoyed !!!
Summary: you and chris get into a big argument that leads you to not talking to him for a week, now deciding that he couldn’t take it anymore he goes to your place begging you to forgive him….and to say his name.
Warning: 18+ p In v unprotected(don’t ever do this) slight angst, nipple play, overstimulation, praise kink, bf!chris gf!reader, light restraint, light choking, dom!chris, sub!reader, etc.
You don’t know what started the fight in the first place or how it even got to this point but yet here you’re, going back and forth about something that’s very stupid to argue over.
“I don’t get why you’re so pressed about this it’s really irrelevant Chris.” You say rolling your eyes
“No it’s really not because how the fuck are you going to hangout with one of my friends and not fucking tell me where the fuck you are or why you’re even with them?.” Chris says back to you
You sigh rolling your eyes you guess you understand where Chris is coming from by not telling him that you were hanging out with one of his close friends and not telling him but he has the whole story confused, he was the one who canceled on his friend at the last minute so his friend called you and asked if you wanted to see the movie with him and then go hangout at his place, Chris doesn’t know this part but you’ve been friends with Joey for a long time way before you knew Chris, and Chris was busy so you knew not to text him.
“Why didn’t you text me and tell me that you were gonna hangout with him?.”Chris asks still pressing on the topic
“You were busy with Matt and Nick and you also canceled on Joey the last minute so he called me I don’t get why you’re so upset.”
“I’m upset because you spent all you fucking time with another guy who I’m close friends with instead of me and you couldn’t even fucking text me or call me letting me know where you were going.”
You get up from off the couch as Chris walks back to the living room, even though Chris is starting to really piss you off you’re also so relieved that his brothers are not here so they don’t have to sit and listen to this stupid argument.
“Chris do you not understand how fucking stupid this whole argument is?.” You say now looking at him
“Oh so it’s stupid now?.”
“Yes because you’re upset about something that’s so stupid and so little you trust Joey so why are you so upset?.”
“I’m upset because you’re not telling me who you’re with if you’re not honest about being with Joey what else are you not honest about huh?.”
You pause not believing what Chris just said to you, you can’t even form the words of what you even want to say.
You stand up from off the couch now looking at Chris “oh so you think I’m not honest with you now?.”
“Yeah I do because you lie to fucking much.”
“When have I ever lied to you Chris?.”
“Today.”
“No actually I didn’t lie Joey told you I was hanging out with him I didn’t even text you or call you.”
“Yeah exactly you didn’t even tell me Joey had to tell me not you.”
You grab your keys and your phone as you were about to walk out but Chris talks more to you”where are you goin?.”
“Obviously you don’t trust me so why am I here then Chris? Why do you want to be with me if all I ever do is lie to you?.”you say to him trying to hold back from crying
“You tell me.”
You start to walk away ignoring Chris as he’s still trying to talk to you, you walk out his house and go to your car and get inside and drive off.
It’s been days since you had that fight with Chris, days of going over and over that moment that was so little but felt so big and too much for you to handle, why did he not have any faith in you or hope in you? Why did he just assume that you were disloyal and a liar when he knows damn well none of it’s true.
You barely slept those days because your phone kept going off with a bunch of calls and texts from Chris, if he acted like he didn’t care about you then why is he blowing up your phone?, Why is he trying to talk to you when he made it clear that this relationship meant nothing to him with the way he talked to you and acted.
It’s now been a full week of not talking to Chris, honestly the days passed like a blur and you mostly spent your time at your best friend’s house or at home avoiding Chris at all costs. It was raining outside heavily as it calmed you down, you always loved the rain and thunderstorms it always eased your mind, it was also nighttime so now was the perfect opportunity to take a shower to help clear your mind.
After you showered and got dressed and did your hair you heard loud knocks at your front door, you turned and paused those knocks sounded frantic and a part of you feels like you know who it is but you wouldn’t allow yourself to believe that part, you walked to the front door and opened it seeing Chris standing there with his hands in his pockets, he was wearing a black hoodie with the hood over his head, he looked like he hasn’t slept in days as his eyes were red and he looked very worn out.
“What is it Chris?.”
“Hey can i just talk to you for a second please?.” Chris asks you while his voice is slightly strained
“For what Chris? You made it very clear that this relationship means nothing to you.”
“No–no you have it all wrong baby this relationship means everything to me, you mean everything to me.”
“Then why did you act like that? Why did you just assume I was disloyal to you?.”
He pauses before talking again”because I was afraid that you turned out to be just like how those other girls are that I would talk to who only liked me because of the type of person I am, and when you didn’t tell me that you were hanging out with Joey I thought it was true–“
“So you just assumed I was like all those other girls just because of one small thing that happened?.”
“Look I know i fucked up I know you’re not like them, it fucking killed me when you wouldn’t answer my calls and texts just please baby let me fix this.”
You feel your heart starting to ache again as you feel yourself being torn, you know this whole situation is a big misunderstanding and that he’s trying to fix it but how do you know if he really means it?.
“How do I know if you really mean this Chris?.”
“Because baby the one thing i do is never lie to you please forgive me.”
You sigh opening the door wider letting Chris come in, immediately he walks in closing the door behind him taking off his hoodie.
You sit on the couch as Chris stands there for a second then follows after you sitting right next to you, you feel the heat radiating off his arm as it brushes against yours for second making you breathing hitch.
You both sit not saying anything to each other in which it felt like a very long time until Chris finally spoke.
“Why didn’t you return any of my calls or texts?.”
“Because I thought that you didn’t care about me so what was the point of answering?.
“I do care M’sorry I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
You don’t look at him as you still look down at the floor you really didn’t know what Tia at to him now, and Chris knows this and fuck does he hate that.
Chris sighs grabbing you and putting you on his lap, which completely took you by surprise you try to protest but you know that your strength was no watch against his.
“Chris!.”
“What’s it gonna take for you to forgive me hm?.”
“I don’t know you tell me you started it.”
“That’s fair.”
Chris leans in as he starts to kiss your neck softly and gentle, you try to push him off of you but fail as he finds your sweet spot kissing and sucking on it making you gasp and moan, Chris pulls you closer as you start to feel yourself getting real feverish between your legs which annoyed you, Chris always knew you really knew you.
“Christopher.” You moan out
Chris pauses as he curses under his breath
“Fuck baby say that again please say it again.”
You don’t say anything back making him more impatient, he now grabs you picking you up taking you to your room pushing you on the bed as he climbs on top of you, he pulls off your shirt seeing that you had no bra on which drove him wild.
Chris starts to kiss down on your chest all the way down now latching his mouth on your sensitive buds sucking on it making you moan louder.
Chris was growing more and more painfully hard, you never knew this but your moans always drove him crazy, he’s had a full blown week of doing nothing but think on what all he did wrong, and how he can get you back.
Even though Chris wants to make you feel better this was really hard for him considering how badly turned on he is.
Chris hovers down grabbing your shorts pulling them down along with your Lacey pink panties now seeing how drenched you were making it more worse for him.
Chris starts to kiss down on your thighs getting closer and closer to where you needed him most, he licks a strip up your swollen sensitive bud making you gasp and whimper as you try to close your legs together but he opens them wider.
“Ngh Chris!.” You cry out
You could feel your arousal dripping the more Chris was devouring you savoring every drop of you, gripped a fistful of your sheets as you were a moaning and whimpering mess, the feeling felt so powerful and too much it was almost as if you couldn’t handle it anymore but you knew damn well you didn’t want him to stop.
“Damn baby I missed your taste.”
Chris adds a finger inside you and other as he pumps you in and out now curling his long digits inside you hitting that spot that made your vision go white, you legs become to tremble as you felt that knot form in your stomach that you haven’t felt in a week, chris knew that you’re very close.
“You close baby? Cmon let go f’me I wanna feel you on my tongue.”
“Oh fuckkkkkk.” You moan out
Your release came crashing down as Chris still tongue fucked you through your release, still pumping his fingers in and out of you making you more sensitive as you calmed down.
“Chris I can’t.”
“You can baby please just gimme one more cmon I wanna see you fall apart.”
“Oh shit!.” You cry out
You feel your second orgasm hit you feeling the coil in your belly snap, the feeling becoming too painfully good.
Chris still kept going still sucking on your clit as you keep squirming and whining
“Chris please no more.”
Chris kept going never listening to your pleas cries, only listening to the sounds of your broken moans making him push you further and further, you have no idea how long he’s waited to have the moment with you and oh how he’s savoring every bit of it.
You felt your third orgasm about to hit now as you start to squirm more and more you try to push his head away but he doesn’t budge he keeps sucking applying more pressure to your swollen sensitive clit.
“No more please!.”
Chris flicks his tongue a few more times sending you over the edge as you grab the sheets for dear life now feeling it come crashing down again making you sob feeling it hit you.
Chris finally stops now bringing his head back up to yours you can see his chin glistening with a mix of his spit and your arousal, he looks at you wiping away your tears that were streaming down your face.
“Sorry baby I didn’t mean to overwhelm you I just couldn’t help myself.”
You don’t saying back to him as he kisses you hungrily making you taste yourself on your tongue, Chris stops and takes off his shirt and pants along with his boxers, you see him already hard as the tip was already leaking with pre cum.
You forgot how big he is and Chris knows that this made you nervous as he starts to smirk at you”s’okay baby i know you can take it.”
Chris climbs back on top of you as he starts to to kiss you sloppily, he grabs the tip and slides it up and down your drenched folds making you whimper at the sensation as he groans out, he almost forgot how fucking good you felt and how good you squeezed him.
Chris slides himself fully inside you making you both gasp at the fullness of his length, at first he doesn’t Move as he tries to adjust and after a very long moment he starts to move again as he feels your walls fluttering around him sucking him in.
“Shitttt baby I almost forgot how good this pussy is.”
Chris starts to thrust at slow pace giving you some time to adjust to him all of him, and when you start to moan like crazy he starts to go faster and faster to the point to where he’s going at a brutal pace.
“Christopher!.” You moan
Hearing you moan out his name like that made him throb more inside you, but Chris was far from being done with you.
“That’s right baby let me hear those pretty sounds from that pretty mouth of yours.”
Chris grabs your hands as he pins them over your head while he uses his other hand and wraps it around your neck keeping it in a firm grip, not enough to choke you but enough to keep you there.
Feeling his hands in your neck does something to you as you start to feel that familiar feeling again form in the pit of your stomach, Chris knows you’re very close as you know he is too with the way He’s starting to twitch inside you.
“Fuck baby m’close!.” You say to Chris
“I know baby fuck–just–shittt if you keep squeezing me like that m’not gonna last.”
You don’t listen to him as you keep squeezing him over and over, Chris starts to have enough as he grabs you flipping you over putting you on all fours face down ass up as he pushing himself back inside you going at a brutal pace making you scream out his name as he starts to hit that spot inside you making you see stars.
“Oh shitttt baby fuck m’cumming I’m fucking cumming!.” You cry out
You moan out as you feel yourself release all over Chris’s length soaking it, he gasps as you feel him start to twitch as he now spills inside you feeling his hot spurs stuff you full.
Chris kisses your shoulder as he now pulls out slowly making you hiss at the sensation, you both lay there not saying anything as your fingers are interlocked with each others, after awhile Chris speaks up.
“Damn I didn’t know you could cum like that I think I need to make it up to you more often.” He says making you giggle
“Shut up.”
“Did I hurt you?.”
“No it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“Good cause m’not done with you yet this is just the beginning for the night.”
Notes: I know it’s been a minute but I had to take my time wish this one in order for it to be delicious so enjoy 🩷.
this one shot contains ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ smut w plot, handjob, oral (m!recieving), teasing, praise, public (living room), dirty talk
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glacial air bit at your skin, leaving your cheeks red with winter. you winced, the hairs within your nose pinching you like fractured iceicles. snow sunk beneath your determined stomps, but didn't fail in filling your boots with slush. you muttered profanities under your clouded breath, trudging towards the door.
the crimson color of your knuckles collided with the front door as you knocked relentlessly. after a few bitter seconds it opened, and you wasted no time inviting yourself inside.
"phone is dead—" you kicked the shoes off your swollen feet. "and car is broken down."
chris closed the door and stared at you, taking in your broken explanation as to why you had shown up to his house. "are you okay?"
"its like a fucking blizzard out there." you hung your powder-covered jacket over the banister of the stairs as you spoke. "my car broke down like two blocks away, thank god you guys are in the area."
he paused, thinking for a moment before responding. "what are you doing out so late anyway? didn't you see the storm warning?"
"yeah, i thought they were bluffing."
"you thought the weather channel…was bluffing?"
you ignored him, leaving his words hanging in the air as you steadied towards the living room. when you reached it, you were hit with a wave of familiar scents. if you closed your eyes you would've thought you were in a theatre—the smell of buttery popcorn wafting through the air, offending your empty stomach. chris's brothers barely averted their eyes from the TV screen as you entered, evidence of how common your presence was.
it was a standard practice for you to enter the sturniolo house unexpectedly, but you thought that the fact that it was ten 'til midnight would've warranted questioning on your appearance. but of course, it was only chris who was curious enough to ask. he was the type that needed to know what was going on at all times—a painstaking planner. you, however, would spontaneously try to drive to the convenience store at midnight—in a snowstorm. your personalities clashed, but that hadn't stopped your friendship from being long-standing. you were grateful at times like these that you had one another. and, of course, also grateful for chris's brothers, matt and nick.
"popcorn?" matt offered as you sat on the sofa.
"that and a blanket." you rubbed your hands together, your body not yet getting used to the warmth of the house.
chris's weight pressed into the couch as he sat next to you, wasting no time before draping a blanket over the two of you. he glanced at you, averting his eyes from the nostalgic christmas film that had been playing.
"are you okay?" he kept his voice low to keep from disturbing the movie.
you brought your folded knees impossibly closer to your chest. "yeah, just cold."
the volume of the TV increased due to a climactic scene, and chris leaned towards your body in an attempt to hear you more clearly. he planted a hand on your knee to steady himself as he turned. the warmth from his hand was shocking, even through the covering you had on.
"cold?" he clarified, seeing if he had heard you right.
"yeah, it's freezing in here." your shivering came to a halt as you focused on the weight of his hand on you.
he hesitated, pulling off of you. "sorry."
you shook your head. "no, no, don't be. you're like—super warm."
he brought his hands back to you, uncertainly cupping them both over your own. the heat that radiated off of him was feverish, immediately overthrowing your goosebumps.
"better?" he asked quietly.
"much."
once he separated himself from you, you were back to your frozen state. you tried to focus on the screen, but the wintry climate of the movie made it impossible to focus on anything but your temperature. the decision-making section of your brain must've been frozen solid, because you scooted closer to chris. your thigh hit his, sharing the heatwave from his body to yours. his eyes were fixed on the screen, in a way that was avoiding acknowledging your closeness.
you two had been best friends for as long as you could remember, but there was always a physical bubble neither of you had dared to cross. this boundary was loose, never mentioned, but laced with tension.
your guilty pleasure was crossing this invisible line.
sometimes, when you were teeming with boredom, you found it more than amusing to tease chris. you would brush your finger on his, and pass it off as an oblivious accident. the way his breath would hitch, or his muscles would tighten, it secretly made you go feral. of course, this was never to be mentioned to anyone. you could never admit that hearing your best friend's shaky inhales made you wet. and this situation was no different.
chris's gaze flit from your touching legs to the television, causing lust to pool at your core. you slipped your hand under the shared blanket, finding his own immediately. it was turned palm down on his lap, his pinky a millimeter away from your thigh. you placed your hand on his, to which he promptly tensed. moving your touch down his fingers, you felt how much bigger he was than you. you traced along his knuckles gingerly, watching his fixated expression. usually, this is when you would feel accomplished, and would pull away from him. but this craving for his heat made you aching for his touch, and you were nowhere near done.
"y/n…" he whispered, his voice wobbling.
you looked up at him. "yes?"
"what are you—" you circled his skin, distracting him. "doing." he choked out.
you transferred your hand to your own knee under the blanket, playing dumb. "what do you mean?"
he connected with your gaze. "why'd you stop?"
this made your stomach plummet. god he looked so perfectly pouted—his brows turned upwards, his teeth biting his bottom lip. he was your best friend, but fuck your mind spiraled. he had never addressed your teasing of him, let alone practically ask you to keep going. the game you loved to play suddenly became thrilling, but you needed him to know that they were your rules. you snaked your hand back onto his, feeling his body twitch at your touch. you intertwined your fingers with his and watched the movie in silence. every time your thumb moved, every small shift you did, he had a reaction. a sharp inhale, licking his lips, adjusting his position. but it wasn't enough, not for you.
you untangled your hand from his, steadily moving your touch farther into his lap. you were slow, deliberate, and gentle, giving him plenty of time to reject your advance. instead, he swallowed a lump in his throat and tried not to look at you as you reached the growing hardness in his sweatpants. you palmed him through his pants, causing him to dart his eyes to his brothers, who were still and focused on the film. his mouth fell open slightly at the feeling of you touching his clothed erection.
"alright." a voice said, making you freeze. it was matt, pointing the remote at the screen. "i'm fucking exhausted. finish this tomorrow?"
nick outstretched his arms in an exaggerated yawn and agreed, slowly pushing himself off the couch. the movie was turned off, and both brothers retreated up the stairs to their respective rooms. this left you and chris alone, with no one to stop you from what you were about to do.
violent wind thrashed at the windows of the living room, disrupting the silent blue darkness that enveloped the two of you. you had retreated your hand when chris's brothers had begun talking, but were now in a mental argument on what to do next. had the teasing gone too far? had you crossed this unspoken boundary? you felt the shivering come back, but this time it wasn't from the cold, but from an aching anticipation.
you brought your head up to focus on him. he was gazing at the screen as if it was still on, his breathing shallow. you reached up to his chin, turning his head to face you.
"are you okay?"
"i mean… yeah?" he moved his hips in a feeble attempt at hiding his boner.
you looked down at his lap. "do you want my help with that?"
his pupils widened as he gulped, and he began erratically scanned the room to avoid eye contact.
"i don't have to."
"no.. i want you to." he breathed.
"you want me to—" you rubbed his lap "…what?"
"i want you to touch me." his voice was practically a whine.
excitement flooded your mind, corroding you until the only thought left was to make him feel good. you played with his waistband before pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his rigid cock, glistening with pre-cum. for the first time, you understood what the girls meant about shy guys. he was bigger than you imagined, and pulsating with a need for you. you wasted no time before sliding your thumb around his tip, red and aching, collecting the arousal beneath your fingertips. you spread it down his cock, lazily pumping down him as his hips began to lift upwards.
you paused your movement, looking at him.
"please don't stop." he pleaded, voice textured with lust.
"don't move." you pressed down on his thigh, keeping him from bucking.
his dick reacted to your words, involuntarily twitching in your grasp as you told him what to do. his lips parted as he focused on the motion of your wrist, and watched as your boobs bounced in tandem. his body turned to putty as you sped your pace, stroking up and down his cock while staring at his pouted face. you moved expertly, steadily rubbing his slit before pumping down his length. breathy whimpers choked out of his mouth, motivating you to award him with extra stimulation.
you lowered your lips to his tip, circling it with the tip of your tongue. your heels dug into your ass as you folded your body for him.
chris threw his head back. "oh fuck."
"do you like that baby? you’re so hard for me." you cooed, tilting your head to look at him through thick eyelashes.
"yes—fuck that's so good." he cursed, his addams apple bopping as he gulped.
"you have to stay quiet. we don't want your brothers hearing how good i'm making you feel." you warned, voice low and sultry.
he nodded eagerly, ready to obey any words that came from you. you took the same amount of enthusiasm from his submission and applied it to his cock, sinking your mouth down his length. moans escaped his throat, and he instinctively wrapped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. your cheeks hollow as you take him deeper, slowly letting him relish in the warmth of your mouth. you hummed around him, sending vibrations through his body. he shivered, teeth biting his bottom lip as he struggled against thrusting into you. your nose hit his abdomen, the sound of your choking tipping chris over the edge.
"f-fuck im close—you better get off." he shuttered, holding onto your shoulders in a broken attempt at getting you to lift your head from him.
you didn't heed his warning, but instead accelerated your pace around chris's cock, flattening your tongue on his length. his moans were low and helpless, his hold on your hair was tight, and his posture began to slouch as he felt himself come undone. his thighs trembled as you worked him with your mouth, teasing his tip before letting it hit the back of your throat. you felt him pulsing, confirmation to how close he was.
"jesus—that feels so good. y-you have to get off." chris's chest heaved with every movement of your tongue.
you moaned onto his cock, eager above all to make chris cum for you. he scrunched your hair desperately, broken carnal whimpers falling from his lips as he bucked into your mouth, meeting his pleasure. you brought your lips to his tip as you sucked his release, hot, salty cum coating your mouth. his needy sounds caused your thighs to clamp together, arousal pooling in between them. you raise your head, wiping yourself with your forearm.
"holy shit." chris panted, finally meeting your eyes. "let me—like.. do something for you."
he reached for your waistband before you stopped him, your hand over his. "next time."
his body was sweated, his hair touselled, and that same perfect pouted look displayed on his face. it was as if your climax meant more to him than his own. your pussy clench around nothing as you imagined your best friends cock stretching your walls. but this was all he was going to get—just your mouth. because those were your rules—for now.
⤷ in which . . . a seemingly innocent late night run to in-n-out with you and your best friend chris escalates quickly.
⤷ warnings . . . smut, car sex, bsf!chris, unprotected sex, making out, use of pet names, praise, dirty talk, semi-public setting? finger sucking, light choking, rough sex, missionary, a teensy bit of dry humping.
⤷ written by . . . @/delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
the neon glow of the in-n-out burger sign flickers softly through the windshield, casting red and yellow light across chris’s face. you’re both sitting in his car, engine idling, the receipt crumpled in the cup holder while you wait for the ready-for-pickup-text.
it should feel normal. you’ve done this a hundred times. late-night food runs, laughing over nothing, stealing fries from each other. but tonight feels…off. quieter.
he drums his fingers against the steering wheel, jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead. “you’ve been quiet,” he mutters.
you shrug, picking at a loose thread on your hoodie. “just tired.”
“you’re a bad liar,” he says instantly, smiling.
you glance at him, heart thudding a little harder than it should. “and you’re annoying.” that earns a small huff of a laugh, but it fades quickly. the silence comes back, heavier this time.
you don’t know who moves first. maybe it’s you shifting in your seat. maybe it’s him turning just slightly toward you. but suddenly, you’re both looking at each other…really looking. and something snaps.
“what?” you whisper, barely audible.
he shakes his head once, like he’s trying to stop himself. “nothing.”
“chris—”
“don’t,” he cuts in, voice lower now. rougher. “if i start, i’m not stopping.”
your stomach flips. “start what?”
he lets out a slow breath, eyes dropping to your lips for half a second before snapping back up. that’s all it takes.
“you’ve been looking at me like that all night,” he says quietly. “you think i didn’t notice?”
heat floods your face. “i wasn’t—”
“you were.”
his voice isn’t teasing, it’s certain.
your chest rises and falls a little faster. “so what if i was?”
his hand tightens on the steering wheel. “then you’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmurs.
the air in the car feels too thick. too small.
“chris, you know we can’t.” you say, but it comes out weaker than you meant it to. you don’t even really know what you’re referring to when you say “can’t,” it just slips out.
he lets out a quiet, humorless laugh. “yeah,” he says. “that’s the problem.”
your breath catches. the words hang between you, heavy, undeniable. you should say something. you should laugh it off. you should open the door and step out into the cool night air and pretend none of this is happening. instead, you lean closer, just a little.
his eyes flick down again—to your lips. and this time, he doesn’t look away. “tell me to stop,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.
you don’t. you can’t. and that’s all the permission he needs. his hand comes up, hesitant for half a second before cupping your jaw, pulling you in. the kiss is messy. not soft—not careful. it’s years of tension, of stolen glances, of what ifs crashing into one moment.
you gasp against his mouth, fingers gripping his shirt without thinking, and he exhales sharply like he’s been holding it in for too long.
“shit,” he mutters against your lips, forehead pressing against yours for a second. “we shouldn’t—”
you kiss him again to shut him up, harder this time. that hesitation? gone. his hand slides from your jaw to your waist, pulling you closer across the center console, the awkward angle not stopping either of you. “mmm fuck—you’re gonna be the death of me,” he murmurs, voice rough, almost shaky.
“then stop me,” you whisper back. he doesn’t. instead, he leans back slightly, eyes scanning your face like he’s trying to memorize it, like he can’t believe this is actually happening.
“you sure?” he asks quietly before escalating. there’s something softer there now. careful. real.
you nod, breath unsteady. “yeah.” his hand tightens on your waist, grounding you.
“we cross this line,” he says, voice low, “we’re not going back.”
your heart pounds. “good. i don’t want to go back.”
that does it. he pulls you over the console fully this time, guiding you onto his lap, the confined space of the car suddenly feeling even smaller, more intense. you let out a shaky breath, hands bracing on his shoulders as you settle against him, both of you pausing for just a second, taking it in.
“this is crazy,” you whisper.
“yeah,” he breathes.
his forehead rests against yours. “but i’ve wanted this for way too long to pretend i don’t.”
your chest tightens. you kiss him again, slower this time, deeper, your fingers sliding into his hair as his hands steady your hips. chris lets out a slow, sensual groan as he feels you start to grind against his lap, a bulge growing through his jeans.
“fuck baby,” he mutters against your lips. “you keep doin’ that i might just cum in my pants.” he smiles against your lips, you just wrap your arms around his neck, looking down at him.
“chris—” you murmur, desperation in your tone. “i need you—please i just—” you’re cut off by his lips slamming against yours again. you can feel his hand moving off you lightly, unbuckling his seatbelt. he lifts you off his lap just a little bit as he opens his car door.
“backseat,” he whispers, lifting you up with ease. you wrap your legs around his waist as he picks you up, getting out the car and opening the backseat door. he places you inside, laying you down on the seat before getting in back with you, shutting the door behind him.
you start to undress immediately, carelessly slipping off your shirt first, then your pants, and everything underneath until you’re completely bare beneath him. chris’s shirt is off, he tosses it to the front. you sit up, palming his bulge, he looks down at you with a captivating, and aroused gaze as he lets you unbuckle his belt and tug his jeans and boxers down, he slips it off impatiently, leaving it on the floor of the car.
“mm, you want this baby? you want me inside of you, don’t you?” chris teases, you nod immediately, laying back, bringing your knees up to create space in the confined space.
“please chris—i want you…” you whimper out, it sounds pathetic, but chris smirks regardless, the sound of your desperation like music to his ears.
chris doesn’t waste any time, his cock lines up to your entrance, and before you know it—he’s sliding himself inside of you. both of you gasp at the feeling—at the intense stretch—at the steel gate of “just friends” breaking at this very moment.
“you have no idea how long i’ve thought about having you like this…” chris grunts as he starts to thrusts into your soaked cunt, your moans slipping out without you even realizing it is. you’re enjoying every second of it—beneath him, completely soaked, already ruined and he’s barely even started.
your back arches as his thrusts grow faster, messy, sloppy, just desperate. you gasp as his thumb comes up to your bottom lip, slowly parting it. he looks in your eyes the whole time as his cock moves in and out of you, he slowly dips his thumb into your mouth, your eyes roll back as you take it in your mouth, sucking lightly.
“yeahhh, just like that…” chris whispers, head dipping down to your neck, kissing softly. “bet you’d love to suck on my dick like that, yeah? such a pretty mess for me…” he praises, murmuring against your neck.
“chris! gonna—gonna cum!” you squeal out, he nods as he straightens up slightly to give you room, thrusts more controlled, but getting deeper…and deeper…to help you reach your climax.
“don’t stop—don’t fucking stop—” you plead, eyes shutting as you feel yourself reaching your peak. chris’s hand comes up to your throat, just lightly squeezing to get your attention.
“eyes open. look at me while you cum, okay pretty girl?” he coos, hand moving to cup your cheek now. you nod and keep your eyes on him, his gaze filled with something you can’t quite place, but it’s dark…alluring…something you just can’t seem to look away from.
“oh—oh shit!” you let out a mixed gasp and moan as your orgasm hits you hard, releasing all over chris’s cock, triggering his own orgasm as his cum shoots into your cunt. the feeling is sensational, euphoric, like a breath of fresh air.
“fuck, that was hot…y’did so good for me..” chris mumbles, slowly easing himself out of you. you smile stupidly, sitting up more, leaning against the car door.
“that was…” you start, but you can’t seem to find the right words.
“intense?” chris asks, hand finding your waist to pull you closer.
“yeah, but…great.” you laugh. chris smirks, leaning in close, lips slowly finding their way back to yours. chris doesn’t even hear his phone buzz with an incoming message, he’s as oblivious as ever. because he’s dreamed of this exact moment, dreamed of watching his cock move in and out of you, dreamed of sharing such a special and intimate moment shared with you, his best friend of years.
— chris has been having problems and unfortunately there's only one person who could be the solution
— warnings: smut, dom!chris, sub!reader, cursing, unprotected p in v, eating pussy, dirty talk ig, making out, car/semi public sex, use of y/n, petnames, etc. — english isn't my first language.
a/n: i was supposed to write a small little blurb cus i missed them but i just kept going and...... well, yeah. 😀(i suggest reading my push and pull series first if you haven't, so you could understand their dynamic better. can be read solo too tho.) ALSO it's written from chris's pov so i used 3rd person narration hope yall dont mind. anyway have fun xoxo
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chris was more than frustrated. at first he didn't really acknowledge it, or maybe he did, but he just shrugged it off like he shrugs off everything else.
everything started a month ago, in april.
the first frat party after easter, keeping chris in a good mood the whole evening. some girl was all over him the whole time, making it to his room at the end of the night. now her hips were moving on top of him, her clothed, soaked pussy humping against his crotch while her lips are attacking his in the way chris likes. usually it'd already do the thing.
but it's not doing it this time.
he's going through the motions, hands on her waist, setting the pace he wants, mouth at her neck, but there's really... nothing. no spark, no neediness, nothing. he can't get it up even when her mouth tries working him up, kissing the base of his dick, sucking the tip, licking, playing with his balls. and yet his cock doesn't even twitch.
she stops after doing it for fifteen minutes, leaning back, searching his face in confusion. "you're tryin' too fuckin' hard," he blurts out once he sees her expression and realizes what is happening.
he has been having some slight problems lately, but only with cumming, never with getting bricked. he'd blame it on being distracted and overwhelmed with his own bullshit.
"oh?" she blinks. "am i doing it wrong?"
chris's eyes narrow and he frowns now as something clicks in his head. "are you a virgin?"
"i— what?" she gets a little shy. "no?"
"then the fuck you askin' me for? you should know," he scoffs, sitting up and pulling up his boxers.
"i'm sorry, i thought that's okay—"
"that's the problem," he cuts her off. "stop thinkin' so much and just do."
the girl obviously leaves after this and chris is aware that she wasn't the problem. she was doing everything right, moving the right way, she was hot and willing, but it just didn't work for him.
since then, he started focusing on his dick a little too much. at some point he even stopped checking girls out, because no matter what girl he picked, nothing was doing it for him. not even his own hand. he'd watch porn for hours, text with girls late at night, jerk off on facetime with them, and it still remained completely soft.
now he can't ignore it anymore and it's driving him insane. he's pissed. he can't even blame anyone, so he just gets awfully mean instead, not even on purpose, he just doesn't know how to deal with this thing. he's snapping at his friends, his patience gets shorter, he brushes off girls faster, blaming them even when they're clearly not the issue. he starts to drink more, smoke even more weed and sleep even less. matt and nick are the first to notice, trying to ask what's going on, but he brushes them off.
nate, who also noticed, gets fed up with him at some point, finally confronting him about his dickhead behaviour. and chris, stoned out of his mind with a need to talk to someone, thought, who else should he tell if not his best friend?
"... serious?" nate asks after a moment of silence.
"deadass," chris replies, chewing on his pancakes. they're in the kitchen, the frat house was usually half empty this early in the morning. chris had another sleepless night, nate woke up to get something to drink and found him here half an hour ago.
"and nothing works?" nate raises his eyebrows, in full disbelief.
"i tried everything," chris mumbles with a full mouth.
"everything?"
"yes."
"like, maybe you takin' the wrong girls."
"they're not the problem."
"what 'bout morning wood?"
"had it only twice and each time i tried to do somethin' about it, it went soft."
"what about porn with—"
"fuck, nate, m'sayin', i've tried everything. my fuckin' dick won't get hard, fuck," chris snaps, one pancake sliding off his plate because of his extreme hands movements, and it hits the floor. "fuck!"
"well," nate scratches his chin, leaning back in his chair. "maybe it's the weed? heard it affects if you smoke a lot."
"nah," he shakes his head, picking up the pancake and sitting back at the counter. "i've always smoked a lot. it fuckin' bothers me, i need to get laid and i fuckin' can't. y'know i saw this chick last night and she was hot as fuck, like, two months ago i'd have her from behind 'n shit, and now it didn't even fuckin' twitch, bro."
"damn," nate sighs. he's silent for a moment, then he asks. "did anything happen?" chris frowns, taking a bite. "like?"
nate thinks. "i'm having a hard time when i got a lot goin' on, so maybe that's that?"
"mh," chris hums and shrugs, eating the rest of his pancake.
"or you just got bored of that easy shit."
"what that means?" he frowns.
"y'know, you pick a new random girl every week, fuck her and that's it. this whole thing's predictable, bro. like, no thinkin' involved."
"since when this a problem?"
"since it stopped working? i don't know," nate shrugs. "but from my experience, sex's better when you know and like the person you fuck."
chris rolls his eyes. "yeah, yeah, that relationship bullshit. keep that to y'self."
"what can i say?" nate spreads his hands and smiles. "m'in love now."
"yeah, just like you were with the last chick. and the one before her."
"okay, now i mean it though. i like that one. and m'tellin' you it's better when you like 'em."
"hm," chris thinks then grimaces. "nah. that ain't this."
but he doesn't brush it off completely. because last time he tolerated someone, the sex was fucking amazing.
"think 'bout it," nate continues. "when was the last time someone got under your skin? like, maybe you're bored of the routine."
chris doesn't answer, because he knows. and nate knows. and chris knows that nate knows. and nate knows that chris knows that he knows he knows.
fuck.
"yup," nate hums.
"nah," chris scoffs.
"yeah," nate nods, the corner of his mouth twitching. "your dick wants what it wants."
"shut the fuck up," chris huffs, pressing the tip of his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his high brain working harder now. "it's not about her."
"well, it's you bringing her up, not me, so.."
"nathan, i'm gonna knock your teeth out."
"a'ight," nate replies, raising his hands in surrender. after a moment of silence, he can't hold back and asks, "when was the last time you saw her?"
chris groans and exhales deeply, dragging a hand across his face. "don't know. didn't pay much attention." nate gives him a look, "c'mon, man."
"for real," he replies, putting the plate down and getting off the counter. "don't remember. probably somewhere on the hallway or somethin'."
"and?"
"and what? nothing. i said hey, she replied, that's all," he grabs a pepsi from the fridge, cracking it open.
"so y'all still on that phase," nate snorts, shaking his head.
"it was her goddamn decision, the fuck you want me to do? besides it's better that way."
"yeah, so better that you can't fuck no more."
"fuck you, it doesn't have shit to do with her," chris mumbles. "it's been a year, you think i give a fuck?"
"you? no," nate says innocently. "but your dick's a different story."
chris rolls his eyes. "i don't even remember how it felt with her, so drop it."
that was actually a lie.
chris does remember. for the first two months he had even dreams about it, but he knew it will never happen again. he barely sees her anyway. it's not like they're ignoring each other on purpose, their paths just never cross, luckily. and maybe chris kind of takes care of it too. he just tried to respect her decision or whatever.
"she just got back from spain last week," nate gets him back on earth. "all tanned and shit. ya saw on insta?"
"i don't follow her anymore," chris takes another sip. "and don't really care."
"what i mean, is that she looks good, bro."
"she's still messin' with that guy?" chris asks nonchalantly, actually curious. because she's still friends with nick, he hears about she's up to, even when he doesn't want to.
"nope," he replies with a small grin, almost satisfied that chris asked. "she said he didn't get her flowers for her birthday, so she sent him to hell."
chris raises his eyebrows, then nods. he shouldn't be surprised. he kind of forgot how stubborn she was. sometimes he wonders if she's still the same or maybe worse. "good for her," he mutters. "anyway, i hope i'll fuckin' figure it out, 'cus one more week and you'll lock me up in a psych ward."
nate snorts. "yeah, hopefully not. and think 'bout what i said."
"no," chris replies.
"a'ight," nate shrugs, but can't hold back a smirk. "for me, you two are too dramatic and i've told you that last year too. but okay, if you want it that way, then fine," he shrugs.
"yeah," chris hums. "don't tell anyone about this, by the way."
"duh," nate nods, 'zipping' his mouth with his fingers. he's loyal, but since that accident on the beach when he spilled about nancy, he's been awfully careful even when drunk. the last thing he wants is to lose chris or his trust.
~~~
later that day, chris is pissed once again. he hit the gym, went for a long ass walk, did a lot of shit that should make a human tired. he was hoping he'd get some sleep tonight, but no. his body was physically exhausted, but he still couldn't fall asleep.
he shifts to lay flat on his back, one arm behind his head, the other loosely holding his phone above his face while scrolling on instagram. in his other hand he holds a joint, taking a hit from time to time.
he exhales slowly, skipping through stories, thinking that maybe the boredom he feels will finally put him to sleep.
but then as he scrolls, someone's profile pops up on suggested, making him scoff. how is this possible that it happens today, when he talked about her for the first time in a long while? the fuck?
the curiosity starts to grow as he stares at the little profile picture. is this a new hair color?
his thumb hovers for half a second longer than it should and then he accidentally clicks on the profile.
and there it is.
the last time he was here, she had much less posts and followers. now she even has highlights.
chris shifts slightly against the mattress, jaw tightening as he scrolls down, realizing that nate wasn't exaggerating. she does look good, different in a way he can't explain. more intentional and sharper somehow. he's been seeing her sometimes on campus or with nick, but he never paid enough attention.
he raises his eyebrows, going through her posts. she's showing off and he can't even blame her.
his thumb keeps moving, tapping into one of the higlights. spain. her skin darker than he remembers, hair shorter and a little curly from the water. he leans his head back against the wall, dragging his hand across his face and exhaling deeply as he keeps tapping to see more. he stops at one specific selfie where she's laying on some bed on her stomach, her ass up just enough to catch an eye, but not give quite much to see, her chin on her hand, creating a little pout on her lips. the lights in the room low, keeping the vibes almost intimate.
suddenly it's not just a picture, it's a memory. he's having flashbacks. she used to lay on his bed like this, wearing his shirt after he just completely fucked her out, her ass would probably be still all red and in marks from his hands. the way she'd glance at him over her shoulder, cheeks all flushed, hair messy and moaning his name as he was taking her from behind. how she'd be grabbing his sheets for dear life, making a mess on his bed. the way she talked to him while being on top and riding his dick however she wanted, knowing that this was the only time she could have any control over him, and he'd let her, because he loved that shit. she'd piss him off on purpose only so he could fuck her senseless later.
chris swallows hard, shifting slightly again, like he's trying to shake it off. he scoffs, but his thumb keeps moving anyway, watching another story, seeing another selfie, each from a different angle. and suddenly, he lets himself remember all of it. the fights, the tension, the energy. she was unpredictable, challenging him since the beginning.
he squeezes his eyes shut for a second, jaw clenching. because he knows it's over now and it's mostly his own fault. not that he misses her, but the sex was good and there was no question about it. she knew it, he knew it and probably everyone who's ever heard them through the walls.
"fuck," he mutters, opening his eyes and frowning, looking down at his lap when he feels the slightest movement. not much, but just enough. finally something even if just a flicker. the shift was so small that it pissed him off more than if there was nothing at all.
he stills, staring down like if he moves too fast , it'll disappear.
"what the fuck," he mumbles, eyes moving to the screen, more focused now, testing himself.
another story where she's at the beach in nothing but bikini, and he feels it again. the same faint feeling he craved to have for the past month, but couldn't. his hand moves to adjust himself and his dick isn't even half-hard, but it's not as soft as before.
"you've gotta be kiddin' me," he groans, dropping his head back and staring at the ceiling, phone clutched in his hand.
a mix of emotions hits him all at once, messy and overlapping. annoyance and frustration, but also that same, familiar pull that he hasn't had since last year.
would she be the solution to his problem?
but how is he gonna solve it? it's impossible.
but wasn't she impossible at first too?
he looks back at her face, grimacing when guilt immediately hits him, because he knows he's got to do something. he's too selfish not to do it. he felt almost bad, because it looked like she stepped into a new version of herself and didn't plan to step back out, and he had already started planning how to fuck it up.
~~~
chris had a plan, and the only person who could help was nate, which was pretty humiliating, honestly, but he was also the only person who wouldn't judge him.
"you're literally trash tonight, bro," nate says, not even looking away from the screen.
"suck my dick."
"if it wasn't out of service."
chris sends him a glare, hitting his head and knocking nate's cap off. "shut the fuck up."
"chill," nate snorts, reaching for his hat.
"i can't chill," chris huffs, taking another hit from the joint sitting between them on the floor, next to the empty energy drinks cans. they've been playing fortnite all day, chris didn't even know what time it is.
he exhales the clouds of smoke, looking back at the game. "about that...." he starts slowly. "was thinkin' about what you said last weekend."
"and what did i say?"
"that maybe m'bored of the same shit over and over again," he replies. "y'know, the routine or whatever."
"oh, yeah, i said that," nate nods with a small smirk, looking at chris. "and you're sayin' m'right?"
"i said i was thinkin' about what you said, not that you're right, dickhead."
"same thing," nate's smirk grows. "so?"
"fuck off," chris mutters, shifting on the floor and leaning back against the bed. he sighs, eyes on the screen. "m'sayin' it's just fuckin' annoying. nothing literally changes and it's been over a month. and now i know it's, like, psychological or whatever, which is even worse."
"psychological in a way when it's fuckin' psychological."
"so, like, psychologically you can't fuck anyone who's not her or—"
"psychologically i'm gonna fuckin' beat your ass if you don't shut your mouth," chris cuts him off, glaring at nate who was grinning from ear to ear. "and i didn't even mention her."
"yet," nate adds. "but it is about her, no?"
"no," chris scoffs. he scratches his head. "i mean, i'm just sayin'... i just need to figure somethin' out. it's not even about her."
nate barked out a laugh. "you cannot be serious."
"it's not," chris insisted. "it's about fixing the problem."
"the problem being your dick."
chris pointed at him, "exactly."
"so what's the plan?" nate asks, taking a hit from the joint.
"there's no plan..." chris mutters. "i just thought about it... maybe if she would, y'know, help me get it to work, then we could go back to no talkin' and it'd be okay."
"until your dick stops working again."
"don't even say that, that shit's a nightmare," chris says seriously.
"okay, but what's even going on? like, what happened that you can't fuck? 'cus i like her and shit, but there's no way that after a year you got so nostalgic that you can't get hard."
chris takes another hit off the joint, slowly exhaling. after the last talk with nate, he lowkey realized what could've affect him so bad, but he's not going to tell anyone about it. he has to deal with it alone and he will, he just didn't know the stress is gonna cause him so much problems.
"whatever that thing with her was, it's gonna work. it has to," chris says instead.
"but she's not gonna talk to you, y'know that," nate says, looking at the screen. "and honestly, she's doing great from what i know, so maybe you could figure it out without her."
chris frowns, looking at him. "what, you her bodyguard now?"
"obviously not—"
“you acting like nick," chris huffs. “don't do this, don't do that, blah, blah... actin' like she's made of glass that is so easy to break. believe me, she's not."
"well, nick's a different story, 'cus they're friends. i'm only on speakin' terms with her, so i don't really give a fuck, but after..."
"great," chris cuts him off. "if you don't give a fuck, then you gonna help me. obviously she's not gonna hang out with me and i can't just randomly text her. pretty sure i'm blocked, actually."
nate sighs, putting the console down when they both lose the match. "so what? you want me to set you two up?" he raises an eyebrow.
chris hesitated for a small second. "not us," he corrects nate. "just invite people, y'know, like... she won't show up to the frat. she was here, what, like three times since last year? and it was either to come get riley's drunk ass or when nick was here, which is rare."
"so, you want me to throw a party?"
"nah, then i can't talk to her," he replies, realizing what he'd admitted approximately one second too late. "i mean, i gotta talk to her. i can't just walk over and pull my dick out, hoping she'll happily hop on it. the fuck?"
"right," nate nods, grinning again.
chris looked ready to commit homicide. "the fuck you smilin' for?"
"nothing," nate shrugs, still smiling. "okay, yeah, i'll help. who am i inviting?"
"not much people, just enough so nick or riley don't notice me talkin' to her. remember it ain't a party."
"okay," nate nods. "but how you gonna convince 'em to come?"
"i'll handle nick and if nick comes i bet the other one will two."
nate nods, already grabbing his phone. "this weekend?"
"duh," chris hums. "can't wait another week to get fuckin' laid."
"a'ight, man," nate snorts, typing out a message. "what will you tell her? i mean, you gonna play games or straight up tell her what's up?"
"she'd laugh in my face," chris huffs. "first i gotta see if we still got that thing 'cus if we don't, then it ain't gonna work either."
"that thing?"
"y'know, like, that sexual tension or whatever."
"and if you do?"
"then i'll figure it out."
once nate sent the message to people, chris realised that he might be getting himself into another shit. how is he going to stop stressing, when he causes himself even more stress? because if this won't work or if she won't even talk to him, it means he'll be stuck with his broken dick for god knows how long and he might explode. is there a fucking doctor for this? he felt insane.
two days later, the frat house was weirdly calm for once. not dead silent, but it wasn't that usual type of party where music was vibrating through the walls hard enough to cause brain damage. nate kept it small, just like chris wanted. some frat guys, a couple of girls from campus and some friends. people sitting on counters, mostly chatting with each other, drinks in hands, the music playing low from the speaker in the kitchen.
it was totally intentional, but it looked casual and natural, which is funny, considering chris had spent the last twenty four hours acting like he was preparing for war. maybe he was. he wouldn't even blame her if she threw a glass bottle at him.
now he stood near the kitchen island, scrolling on his phone while interally losing his fucking mind, because she still wasn't here and it's been an hour.
every time the front door opened, his head turned automatically before he could stop himself. he felt like a dumb idiot, but she was his last hope. he remembers, how after their first fuck, he had some problems with coming with other girls, and she fixed it quite easily. now it's a little different and definitely worse, but he believes it will work.
but every second that passed made him more irritated, which nate obviously noticed. "you're pacing," he muttered, pouring himself another drink.
"m'literally standin' still."
"sure."
chris glared at him, then his eyes moved back at the door when he heard it being opened. nick walked in first, then riley appeared right behind him.
they barely made it two steps into the frat house before chris noticed one very important thing. she wasn't with them.
at first, he thought maybe she was behind them or still outside, but once nick started walking over to him, he knew she's definitely not here. he felt his stomach sink instantly, because the whole fucking point of this was for her to come here.
"hey," nick says, giving them a small nod. "what's up?"
chris nodded back, acting normal. "didn't think i'd ever see you here willingly again."
"was bribed with alcohol."
"who wasn't," riley says, walking over too. "what's up, sturniolo? new hat to hide your receving hairline? have you thought about getting some hair transplant yet?"
chris exhales deeply. "nice to see you too. cool bangs. this to hide your big ass forehead?"
"it's called big brain, dickhead. some shit you don't have."
"lovely," nick comments under his breath.
it was no secret that riley despises him. even if him and her bestfriend are technically on good terms, because they ended things peacefully after all, riley still holds a grudge against him and each time she sees him she makes sure he's aware of it.
nate, who was standing beside chris with a drink in his hand, looked between them amused and spoke before riley could. "where's y/n? i invited all three of ya."
chris wanted to hit and thank him at the same time. because what a stupid fucking question to ask, but also thank fucking god he asked.
nick shrugged. "she's busy."
riley snorts. "yeaaah," she dragged out slowly, smirking. "really busy."
chris keeps his expression calm. he just knows riley did that to annoy him, because she looked right at him while saying that. she does that all the time, and it sometimes makes chris wonder if he's still talked about between these girls. otherwise, riley wouldn't try to get a reaction out of him, right? like, did she actually move on or maybe not completely?
honestly there wasn't even anything to move on from, for him at least. he only sometimes thought of her body, because that, sure as hell, was a view he couldn't forget. how it looked, how it felt. maybe sometimes he wanted to have someone who'd talk back to him or piss him off on purpose too, because he got used to it, and all those other girls do is just kissing his ass which is quite exhausting after a while.
"oh," nate replies. "where she at?"
chris pinches his hand. nate groans in pain and grimaces. "you drink tonight?" chris asks nick, drawing the attention away from nate.
nick nods. "yeah, but not much. last time i got too fucked up."
"i literally heard that last week too," riley huffs. "but, yeah, let's get drinks. can't deal with this jungle sober," she side eyes chris and jerks her head toward the kitchen. nick snorts and follows her.
as soon as they disappear around the corner, chris turns to nate immediately. "what the fuck does busy mean?"
nate shrugs.
"you said she was comin'."
"no, i said riley said they're coming. so i thought she means all three of 'em."
"well, she's not fuckin' here," chris huffs, clenching his jaw. his whole plan is pointless now.
"chill out," nate mumbles, looking way too entertained already. "maybe she'll come. y'know she shows up late often."
chris drags a hand through his hair, adjusting his hat. he exhales deeply, rubbing his temples and staying quiet for a minute before looking at his bestfriend again. "she's not comin'," chris states.
"you don't know that—"
"yeah, i do."
he could literally feel that awful feeling that this whole night was about to go shit. he wouldn't care so much if he wasn't so desperate to get laid.
he grabs a drink and downs it in one go.
for the next hour, he tries to act normal, but he can feel the irritation spreading inside his body, making it harder to relax with each minute. every time the front door opened, his head turned automatically, and every fucking time it wasn't her. by the second hour, after he just had a pointless make out session with some ginger girl, he stops hiding that he's in a terrible mood. he keeps drifting in and out of conversations, barely listening, snapping at the guys for stupid things, smoking more weed than he meant to. at some point, matt had to take away all the joints chris had with him, which pissed him off even more, so he walked outside, pulling out a joint from his sock. the backyard was empty and peaceful, the cold air hitting him immediately.
he huffs, leaning against the railing, lighting up a joint, inhaling deeply. “stupid fuck," he mutters under his nose and snorts at the thought of matt thinking chris would've only three joints for the whole night, and keeping them only in his pockets.
please.
"you need to calm the fuck down."
chris closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "oh, for fuck's sake," he mumbles, before opening his eyes and seeing nate stepping outside, closing the back door behind. "m'calm," he says.
"yeah," nate scoffs, looking over at him. he frowns, noticing him smoking. "didn't matt just— where— y'know what? doesn't matter," he sighs. "i have news."
"what kind of news?" chris asks uninterested, exhaling deeply. nate shoves his hands into his hoodie pocket. "so..."
chris stared at him. "so?"
nate grimaces. "she's on a date."
chris blinks. "a what?"
"a date."
"the fuck?" chris raised his eyebrows. "with who?"
nate pulls his phone out, opening instagram and clicking something. then he turns his phone around to show chris a story.
he narrows his eyes to see better, because the light on the picture was dim. there were drinks and food on the table, clearly some kind of bar. it was a picture of her smiling and holding a glass of wine, her hair falling onto her shoulders in waves, cheeks pink and glowy, eyes sparkling. he was pretty sure it was the lighting, because there's no way she can be this happy. besides, what place is this? it's no fucking fancy restaurant, what the fuck is she smiling about? it looks like a cheap bar and if she wasn't dressed so fancy and cool, this picture would've looked shit.
and there's his account tagged.
chris frowns. "what the fuck?"
"yeah," nate scratches his head and turns his phone off.
"she ditched me to go out with some.... who the fuck is this?"
"well, technically—"
"she preferred to go to some cheap ass bar rather than come here with her friends? invited by her other friend— what the fuck?"
"actually—"
"where the fuck is this?" chris asks, taking another drag and throwing the joint away.
"what? you wanna go there?"
"i don't wanna," chris replies. "m'gonna go there, the fuck?"
"yo," nate blinks and moves quickly when chris is already moving. he grabs his shoulder. "whatcha gonna do, hm? be smart for a second."
chris yanks away immediately, but it doesn't stop nate from trying to speak some sense into his head. "chill out," nate insists. "first of all, she didn't ditch you, 'cus she doesn't even know you asked me to do this and invite her. second of all, you shouldn't be even surprised she didn't come, when she only comes to the frat when there's emergency. like, riley blackin' out last month or her talking to that crazy ex of hers. this type of shi''," nate says. "so honestly, your plan sucked."
"thanks for tellin' me earlier, dumbfuck," chris scoffs.
"was about to, but then riley said they'll come, so i was like, okay, maybe i was wrong. clearly not."
"that's why i gotta go there."
"and do what? hm? what you gonna do? drag her outta there? do i gotta remind you that you got no right to be jealous and mad—?"
"m'not fuckin' jealous. i'm fuckin' horny and my fuckin' dick won't fuckin' work," chris snaps.
"tell her that and see how fast she gonna slap the shit out of you," nate huffs. "that was literally the reason she wanted to stop hookin' up with ya, remember? she said she'd feel like shit if it continues. you told me that, yeah?"
"i guess," chris mumbles.
"so," nate continues. "you think she'll so happily agree to fuck you again, when you make her feel this way?"
"it's been a year."
"if it changed, she'd probably already reach out, no?"
chris thinks for a minute.
"fuck," he says, taking his hat off when his head suddenly gets itchy. he wants to rip his hair out. "why the fuck you're sayin' all of this now? you were the one to suggest me to fuck her, 'cus apparently my dick misses her."
nate raises his eyebrows. "bro, i just said you gotta fuck someone you like and who's fun, and stop with those meaningless hookups, 'cus it clearly doesn't do it no more. i meant like a new person maybe. you were the one to think of her."
"you literally brought her up!"
"you did," nate corrects him. "i just responded, like..."
"fuck," chris says again and sighs. "show me that story again."
nate shakes his head slightly, but does it anyway, showing him her story once again. chris tilts his head to the side, now paying more attention to how she looks. then he clicks on that guy's profile. too many posts, mostly posting his car or some fuckass selfies. he has like four highlights, one for his car— obviously— one for 'photodumps', one for his dog and one for him.
it's literally captioned as 'me.'
“what kind of man has a fuckin' highlight of himself?" chris cringes. "or does photo dumps when the month ends? april photo dump, so slay," he does a high pitched voice. “is he deadass?"
nate snorts. "photo dumps are cool."
"yeah, but not this kind. look," he opens the highlight. "what the fuck is this? a fucking photo of a fucking matcha? who the fuck drinks that shit?"
"nick does."
"exactly."
then chris frowns. "wait, is it the same guy? didn't you tell me they stopped talkin'?"
"that's what i heard."
"you literally said she stopped talkin' to him. 'cus he forgot her birthday," chris looks at him, giving nate his phone back.
nate looks defensive immediately. "i said flowers."
"what?"
"he forgot to buy her flowers," nate corrects. "for her birthday. i don't know. i just heard her complain' to nick once."
"that's fuckin' stupid."
nate shrugs helplessly, "don't know, man. maybe he got her the flowers eventually."
chris grimaced, "i thought her standards would get higher after me, but shit got lower." he exhales deeply, looking back at nate. "lemme see it again," he reaches for nate's phone.
"bro," nate mutters, but unlocks his phone again. chris leans in, "zoom in."
"how the fuc—"
"take a screenshot, i don't fuckin' know. zoom in."
nate rolls his eyes, but does it anyway. "how many bars do we know?" chris asks.
"i don't know," nate replies. "what we doin' this for anyway? you can't just go there, chris."
but chris isn't listening. he's squinting his eyes at the picture, trying to see anything. "green neon sign," he mutters.
nate looks at the screen. "the martini glass," he mumbles and frowns, now paying more attention. "hold on—"
"what?" chris looks at him instantly.
"hold on," he repeats. "top left corner— that neon lights.... i threw up because of this shit."
"huh?"
“they made me sick, i literally threw up all fifteen beers i drank," he explains. “beer in a martini glass. matt made fun of me. don't you remember? new year's eve?"
"i blacked out," chris says.
"that's venus," nate adds, still looking at the picture.
"the bar downtown?" chris raises his eyebrows.
"yeah."
"you sure?"
nate nods slowly. "like, ninety percent sure."
"told you he took her to some cheap ass bar," he scoffs, already putting his hat back on. nate notices it immediately. "you ain't goin' there."
"i absolutely am."
"no."
"relax," he pats nate's shoulder. "m'just goin' out. it's boring here tonight anyway."
"chris, she'll fucking know."
"coincidence."
"dude—"
but chris was already walking back to the frat house, getting upstairs to his room to freshen up a little bit. not even twenty minutes later, he had somehow made an even worse decision, because apparently going alone would actually look suspicious, nate was right about that.
so naturally, he recruited backup, which was a random girl that was alone, sipping on her drink in the kitchen at the frat. she was pretty and seemed a little dumb, so he thought she'd be perfect. he didn't even know her name, nor did he care. what mattered is that she agreed immediately, which honestly made the situation more annoying than helpful, and he realised that when they walked into the bar.
she was talking nonstop. like, genuinely.
"...and then my professor literally said attendance is mandatory, but who even does that?"
"yeah."
"and i was like, okay, if you wanted us there so bad, maybe don't schedule an eight in the morning—"
"crazy."
she just kept talking while chris was losing his mind. he nods automatically at random intervals, while scanning the room for approximately the fiftieth time. there was no sign of her and his irritation started to climb steadily, because not only did he drag himself here, but he also dragged this girl with him, and now he was stuck pretending to be engaged in a conversation he couldn't give a fuck less about.
"...so then emma texted me—"
"mm."
"...and honestly? i think she's just jealous—"
chris orders drinks, hoping it'll shut the girl up for a minute, at least.
where the fuck is she?
maybe nate was wrong and it wasn't this bar? or maybe she left already?
great.
"... and my roommate literally stole my curling iron—"
chris rubs his forehead slowly, getting fed up with this. he was about to tell her to shut the fuck up, then he stopped mid breath, seeing someone walking out of the bathroom and walking toward a table in the corner of the bar. his brain recognized her before the rest of him caught up.
she sits back down at her table, smiling at the guy and brushing her hair off her shoulder. chris looks at his drink, trying not to look like he just got a million dollars.
fuck yeah.
chris fixes himself immediately, leaning slightly against the bar, forcing himself into something resembling normal. then he casually looks over at her table again—
she's already looking.
she saw him.
chris keeps the neutral expression on his face, keeping the little smile, like he actually enjoyed talking to the girl in front of him. she was looking directly at him, the eye contact lasting maybe two seconds and chris sees how her expression changes. surprise first, then slight confusion and a small frown. then she looks away.
he feels something sharp spark immediately in his chest, because he got a reaction and that's exactly what he hoped for. he has to stop himself from watching too obviously as she takes a sip of her wine and says something to the guy.
"...you good?"
chris blinks and snaps back to reality, noticing that the random girl paused talking. "duh," he hums.
"you zoned out...?"
"no i didn't," chris denies it, knowing that now he has to act like he's at least interested in this girl, just in case she'll watch him. this had to be believable, so he focused on paying attention.
"let's find a table, hm?"
he unintentionally picked a perfect one. he sat across the girl and he realized, that it might look like he's focusing on the conversation and on her, but his eyes kept drifting several tables behind her on specific someone. not constantly, because that would be painfully obvious, just casual checks. small glances from time to time, too practiced to look suspicious. she didn't even look once or at least he didn't notice it, which slightly annoyed him.
so he started to think.
now she knows he's here and she saw him. what next? he can't be direct, that would be insane if he just walked over. but he's here for something, so he won't be just sitting here and listening to this girl yapping, when he's got a mission to accomplish.
so now chris sat there pretending to listen, while internally running through increasingly terrible options.
it was hard because it was a whole year of mostly hallway hey's, the occasional accidental overlap with mutual friends, quick eye contact, short acknowledgements. nothing else.
there was only one situation on her birthday, when nick stopped him to ask him something and she'd been standing beside nick, scrolling on her phone. he remembers finishing the conversation and noticing her there like an afterthought. she'd looked up because she felt him looking.
"yo."
she'd give him a nod.
chris knew it was her birthday, nick had been talking about it for days, but wishing her happy birthday felt weirdly too personal to where they were now, so instead he'd threw a joke, "don't start actin' like a millennial now. that's a big ass age you turnin'."
she'd raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting he'd say anything.
"too late."
and that was it. their biggest conversation in over twelve months.
how the fuck is he going to make her talk to him?
but the universe decided to be on his side today. he sees the guy telling her something and then standing up, moving towards the bathroom. just in time when his random 'date' had abruptly panicked over something involving lipliner and a mirror. she'd disappeared into the bathroom as well, mumbling under her nose about how horrible she probably looks right now.
this left exactly one opening.
chris sees her standing up from her table with her empty glass and head toward the bar, and before he could think about it, he was already moving too.
he walks over, casually standing right beside her and ordering two drinks. he can see with a corner of his eye, how her head turns, when she acknowledges his presence.
"is this a coincidence?" she speaks up.
this was getting way too easy. she spoke first and he didn't even have to move a finger.
her voice wasn't cold nor warm, just suspiciously unimpressed. something in his chest loosen instantly.
there it fucking was.
"you really think this highly of yourself?"
he turns to look at her and their eyes meet again. she raises her eyebrow, "i just asked a simple question."
"what do you want me to say?"
"the truth would be refreshing."
chris scoffs lightly, "ouch. you think i'd lie?"
"yes."
her response was immediate, without hesitation. he couldn't blame her.
the bartender slid her drink toward her. she grabbed it without breaking eye contact. "you tracked down my bar?" she asks.
"your bar?"
she gestures vaguely around them, "this exact one."
"crazy," he replies. "other people go outside too, y'know."
"mhm," she hums.
"what?"
"nothing."
"don't be shy, say it."
she takes a sip from her drink, ignoring what he said. "you brought backup?"
"backup?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and barely holding back a smirk. "this is how we callin' our dates now? what happened to ya?"
"you, unfortunately," she replies flatly.
bruh.
"you're welcome," he replies, taking his drinks from the bartender. "at least you know the game now."
"are you proud?" she scoffs.
"kind of."
she huffs, crossing one arm over herself lightly. she was getting slowly defensive. "you just don't change, huh?"
"what can i say?" he shrugs, so reading hands slightly. she gives him a full eye roll. oh, that was a view he liked to see.
"you're just dumb as shit."
"yeah, what else?" he smirks, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek, eyes not daring to move away from her.
her eyes slightly narrow. "stop doing that face."
"what face?"
"the smug one."
"are you flirting with me right now?"
"chris."
hearing his own name from her lips after so long, makes a shiver go down his spine. he starts to feel the adrenaline rising. "so obsessed," he mutters.
"me?" her eyebrows shoot up as she points at herself with her finger. she snorts, "damn, you're hilarious."
"just admit you're happy to see me."
"if i wanted to see a clown, i'd just go to the circus."
he grins, "sweet as always." she grimaces.
chris wasn't stupid, he knew that the possiblity of something happening tonight was low, but not zero. she seemed even more stubborn than before, but he guesses it's only because they havent talked, or be around each other for so long. her mask will slip soon enough and he'll make sure of it. she's not easy, she also wasn't easy the first time, but somehow he made it and had her, so he's confident that he's capable of doing it again.
and this conversation was enough to prove that the tension is still here. it probably always has been, he just didn't pay attention.
the best thing is that he could tell she feels it too, so if he could crack through her walls once again...
"frat party not exciting enough?" she asks sarcastically, taking a sip of her drink.
"how you know 'bout it?" he plays dumb. she gives him a look. "please, it's friday. besides, i was invited."
"really?" he raises his eyebrows. "by who?"
"nate, i think. riley said he texted her or somethin'," she mumbles. "however, couldn't make it as you can see."
"you didn't miss much, it was boring as fuck."
"hm," she hums, looking skeptical, eyeing him up and down. "never thought i'd hear you say that."
"people change," he shrugs and she snorts. "what?"
"yeah, people maybe yes, but not you," she huffs. "you're literally exactly the same."
"which is...?"
"stupid," she replies instantly, making his smirk bigger. "and cocky. too confident for sure."
"you liked that, didn't you?"
"good thing you used the past tense for it."
"c'mon now," he rolls his eyes. "and you're just as stubborn and gorgeous as before."
he knew exactly what he's doing, every single word and move calculated, intentionally giving her deja vu. it's been a while since he had to even try to get a girl keep talking to him and here his mission was even more complicated. she was being defensive and skeptical, but she's still talking to him after all, which has to mean something, right?
she opened her mouth to say something, just in time, when chris noticed the girl he brought walking and talking animatedly beside her date, like they'd known each other for years.
she frowns and looks around, noticing the same thing. the girl stopped mid sentence noticing them and she clearly told the guy about it, because he looked up and not even ten seconds later, they were walking over with big smiles on their faces.
"hey, i'm back!" the girl said way too enthusiastic, waving at chris, like he was fucking blind.
"i see," he replies slowly, his eyes moving between the girl and this guy.
"oh, that's my cousin mason. how small the world is, right?"
"i haven't seen her in years," the guy— mason apparently, adds.
great. family reunion.
"that's crazy," she mutters, caught off guard, but forcing a smile.
mason smiles, "right?" he kisses her cheek.
ew.
then he looks at her and chris, still grinning. "wait, and that is....?"
"oh, that's chris!" the girl beside him says, gripping his arm. "my date!"
"oh," mason hums and nods. "and you know each other?" he asks, looking at her. this guy's face was irritating.
there was a small pause where she looked directly at chris and chris looked right back. it was almost like she was telling him to keep his mouth shut. "kind of," she replies, slowly turning her head away.
"mhm," chris smirks, taking a sip of his drink. mason smiled, "oh, this is perfect. we should just sit together."
"yes, oh my god!" the girl agreed, clapping her hands. "that'd actually be so fun!"
she looked like she wants to launch herself directly into traffic, while chris barely could hold back his grin. this is gonna be so fun.
"yeah," he nods. "let's sit."
he could feel her glare at his side profile the moment those words left his mouth, but he couldn't give a fuck less. two minutes later he was already settled down, sitting with all of them at the same table. the girl was next to him while she was sitting across from him. mason sat beside her.
for a while the cousins carried almost the entire conversation by themselves. chris leaned back comfortably, throwing a sarcastic comment every now and then, knowing it'll only annoy her. he keeps his hand rested near his 'date', just to sell the picture, even when his attention keeps drifting.
he starts to notice how clingy mason is. how he keeps leaning in close when he talks, how his arm brushes her shoulder, his hand lingers against her upper arm. it was quite normal, yeah, but he could see how irritated she gets before forcing herself to look calm. she likes physical touch, but only on her terms and he gets that. this constant clingy proximity was clearly annoying her and realizing that sent a weird flash of satisfaction through him.
at one point, mason slung an arm loosely around the back of her chair, while laughing at something, and chris could see the way she exhaled deeply. her eyes drifted toward her drink before finding his across the table, making her look even more irritated.
chris hides a grin behind his drink.
a tray of shots that mason ordered appears halfway through the conversation. "this for y'all, i'm her uber driver for tonight," he announces with a wink thrown in her direction
chris reached for it automatically at the same time as she did, which makes their hands brush briefly. barely a second, but enough to let him feel the slightest shift down there. he licks his lips and smirks seeing how fast she pulls her hand away. he was enjoying himself, while she was slowly losing her mind, and he was only about to make it worse.
"... yeah, she literally refused to let me parallel park," mason chuckles.
chris could tell yapping runs in their family, because neither mason or his cousin was shutting up. mason was talking for ten minutes straight about how amazing she is and how they met, which was so boring. chris found out they're not together— not that he's surprised— but mason makes it clear that he's serious about this, meanwhile she just smiles and nods. it's hilarious.
mason keeps going anyway, completely oblivious. "she's lowkey mean though," he says, nudging her shoulder lightly. "first week we knew each other, she roasted my music taste for an hour."
"'cus it sucked," she replies.
"see?" mason chuckles.
chris rolls the glass slowly between his fingers. "could've been worse, bro."
"try to deal with her for more than thirty minutes, man," mason replies with a laugh.
"believe me, i know."
"oh, my cousin's the same?" he jokingly asks.
chris feels her stare, but this time he doesn't look at her at all. "i meant y/n," chris replies casually.
mason raises his eyebrow, looking between them. "right, i keep forgetting you know each other," he chuckles and takes a sip of his water. "so, you two in the same class or somethin'? how did you meet actually? she never mentioned you and i know most of her friends."
"hey, let's order some more shots—" she cuts in.
"we're not friends," chris says. "we were friendly for sure though."
mason frowns, "you're not friends...—?"
"nope," chris shakes his head, leaning back in his chair. "we were fuckin', actually."
mason blinked, for the first time shutting up. the girl beside chris frowned, like she didn't understand english out of sudden. not that chris cared anyway.
his eyes were already at her, waiting for her reaction, because he knew he's gonna get one. and he was right.
she slowly turned her head towards chris, with the kind of look that suggested homicide. her hand on the glass tightened and he was pretty sure she was imagining choking him.
"oh," mason also frowns. "wait, what?"
"what i just said," chris replies, leaning back with a smirk.
she still hadn't looked away from chris. it looked like she's already burying him in her head. mason looked visibly thrown away now. he shifts slightly in his seat. "when?" he asks slowly.
"old story," she finally speaks, her voice sharp.
"maybe old, but i bet you remember though."
chris has never been happier, like right now, seeing how her cheeks grow literally red from anger. "shut the fuck up," she remarks.
"wait, so— now we're all just sitting here when you two...— oh my god," mason huffed with a grimace, clearly disgusted. chris's 'date' looked wildly invested suddenly.
"no big deal, man," he shrugs. "we're cool, right?" he asks her with a intentionally sweet voice, acting way too innocent.
the look on her face could've melted structural steel. "let's talk outside," she says, already standing up.
"wait—" mason starts.
"let me handle it," she cuts him off, looking at him now. "he clearly forgot he's not as important as he thinks he is. i'll be back."
mason nods, clearly not wanting to argue.
pussy.
she takes her purse, already moving toward the exit. chris actually grins, getting up and saluting at them, before leaving the bar. he finds her on the parking lot near her car, lighting up a cigarette.
"you drink and drive now?" he asks with obnoxiously happy tone.
"if you listened, instead of staring at me, you would've heard mason's driving my car," she replies sharply.
"doesn't have his own?" he asks sarcastically, stopping right in front of her.
"drop it," she shoots back. "what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"what?" he asks innocently, tilting his head.
"what the fuck was that inside?"
"just a conversation."
"why did you tell him that?"
chris exhales through his nose, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "'cus i wanted to," he says simply. "wasn't that what we were doin'?"
"could've skipped that part," she scoffs, taking a drag. "you literally show here and ruin my date— don't even try to say it was a coincidence," she doesn't let him speak. "you wouldn't leave a fucking frat party just to go out with some chick, i fucking know you. since when do you even go on dates?" she huffs, shaking her head. "ridiculous."
he almost smiles.
the corner of his mouth twitches as he tries to fight it, clearly losing it though. he actually loved saying that shit to mason, the dude's face dropping like a rock, and chris just sitting there with zero remorse. it was amazing.
"maybe i've changed," he shrugs, taking a step forward.
she lets out a bitter chuckle. "oh, sure, you changed. jesus christ, you're sick in the head."
"yeah, i am," he says simply. he closes the space between them two like it’s nothing. like he didn’t just blow up her date five minutes ago.
he stops about a foot away, close enough that the smoke from the cigarette drifts toward him, curling into his hoodie.
of course he's proud of it. she's looking at him again. angry, yes, but she's looking.
"you're fucked up."
"maybe."
"and fucking annoying."
"i guess."
"you know exactly what you're doing."
"yeah," he smiles lazily.
that answer clearly wasn’t the one she wanted, because she stared at him for a second, like she’d momentarily lost access to language. then she asks, "why?"
"why what?"
"why are you doing this?" she elaborated.
streetlight catches the frustration on her face, cigarette smoke curling between them, the same expression she used to get right before an argument turned into three hours of impossibly good sex.
is he getting there?
he tilts his head, "doing what exactly?"
"showing up," she replies. "we agreed to stop."
"m'just talkin' to you, relax," he leans against her car.
"you never just talk," she scoffs, looking at him. "what do you want?"
he shrugs, watching how she crosses her arms over her chest, all closed off and guarded. "maybe i just changed my mind."
something flickers across her face. "well," she speaks after a moment. "i didn't."
"hm, i don't believe you."
"that's literally not my problem," she snorts, looking at him like he's crazy.
he reaches out and plucks the cigarette right from her fingers, before taking a slow drag himself, eyes locked on hers the whole time before dropping the rest of it onto the ground.
"that was mine—"
"you're defensive," he mutters quietly, exhaling clouds of smoke. "'n' if it's not your problem, you're not scared i can prove you wrong, right?"
"of course not, 'cause you can't," she remarks.
"right," he nods and smirks. "what do i get if i can though?"
her eyes narrow. "try and i'll punch you in the face."
chris should probably make another stupid comment here and make her furious, but the proof he's gotten already has made him feel victorious. the chemistry was still there— he still was able to get under her skin, and that's exactly what he wanted.
so why not cross the line? luck is on his side tonight anyway, so what if he pushes it a little more?
his eyes drop to her lips.
she obviously notices. her eyes flick down as well, just for the tiniest fraction of a second before snapping back up at him, like she’s angry at herself for doing it. and that goes straight to chris's ego.
she's going to probably kill him, but who would he be if he didn't do it anyway?
he's already leaning in before common sense can catch up. he presses his lips against hers, one hand hovering over her wrist in case she actually punches him. it was barely a second, enough to feel adrenaline hit before anything else, enough to feel her freeze.
then exactly as he predicted, she shoves him back and swings. he stumbles back a little and catches her wrist automatically, shaking his head once with an annoyed little click of his tongue.
"nah."
"don't fucking 'nah' me!" her voice bounces off the empty parking lot. "are you insane?! what the actual fuck—?!"
he's just grinning, his hold on her tight. adrenaline buzzes through him so fast, it makes him feel stupidly alive. the most important thing is that once again he feels that familiar spark going through him. something he missed. he can feel his dick just sligthly pulsing, like it was coming back to life.
she looks like she's ready to commit actual violence. "ya already got one free hit last year,” he says, letting go slowly. “m'setting boundaries.”
"boundaries?!" she repeats incredulously. "you fucking kissed me?!"
"yeah."
"yeah?!"
"and you shoved me, so we're even."
"you think?!"
she looks genuinely seconds away from exploding. he knows he should probably back up and stop pushing, so he takes a step closer instead. she's breathing hard from anger, cheeks flushed, wind slightly messing up her hair, eyes darting everywhere expect his face now, which unfortunately for her gave his confidence a second wind. "no," she says instantly, once she notices the look on his face.
"no, what?" he lifts an eyebrow.
"don't start looking fucking proud of yourself."
"you're kinda late."
she takes a deep breath, clenching her fists and looking around. he wonders if she realizes she's literally trapped between him and her own car.
for the first time in over a month, something in him feels switched back on, and he loves and hates how much relief is mixed into it. loves it, because he'll get what he wants, but hates that it's her again. he's gonna deal with it later.
she catches him staring and narrows her eyes. "don't," she mumbles, voice more pleasant now, but still sharp at the edges.
she didn't want to fold. she was fighting back, but she was losing that fight and it made chris realize that he wasn't the only one missing their sex sometimes. if he wasn't so selfish, he'd feel bad. maybe he'd even give up at this point and let her be, knowing she's better off without him.
he reached out to fix her hair instead, his hand moving to cup her jaw. she looked up and their eyes met, which was unfortunate for her, because he could see the exact moment her logic turned off.
she wasn't pushing him away even when their lips brushed again.
he doesn't even know which one closed the gap this time, but it sure as hell happened. this time she was kissing him back though.
the moment he feels that, something in him snaps. all the pent up frustration pours into that kiss. his hands are rough on her waist, one sliding up to grip the back of her neck, and he tilts his head a little, like a starving man. he was indeed starved for the past month. the second she lets his tongue into her mouth, he lets out a low groan into the kiss. he knew she'd cave eventually, that the fire between them never really died, just got buried under pride.
his tongue moves teasingly at first, but then it gets more aggressive. one of his hands slides down to cup her ass through her skirt, the other wandering under her top. he wasn't even gonna hide how desperate he was. no sex for over a month, not even being able to get off, it was real nightmare for him.
her purse almost slips off, the kiss getting sloppier, he nips at her bottom lip before diving back in again.
"keys..." he mumbles against her lips, not stopping the kiss for more than a second.
"hm?"
"open that fuckin' car."
"oh."
her hands are shaky as she tries to find the keys, but the second the car door clicks open, chris is on her, pushing her firmly into the backseat. the purse and keys forgotten somewhere, breath hot and uneven between messy kisses.
he's working for it.
not in a desperate, pathetic way, but with focus. like this is a mission and he’s not leaving until the objective is met— getting laid.
his hands slide up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher as his mouth trails from her jaw down to her collarbone and then lower, teasing and making her weak. it was sure as hell working, slowly but surely, he could feel the blood flow kicks where it's needed.
he knows he’s got her the moment her legs fall open on their own, betraying her. the hitch in her breath when his lips brush higher up her thigh is like music to his ears.
his mouth lingers on her inner thigh, slowly kissing higher, letting the tension build even if he can already feel the scent of her.
something stirs below.
it's maddening how hot that is.
he looks up, hooking two fingers into the waistband of her panties and starts pulling them down. "not gonna tell me to stop?" he asks, voice husky.
"stop talking," she mumbles.
he smirks against her skin, feeling the first real throb of arousal. not a full hard on, but close enough that he feels the pressure build with every second her body betrays her— breathing faster, hips twitching slightly under his touch. once that black lace is out of sight, he spreads her thighs wider, slowly licking up the center, tasting her. then he does it again with more pressure, because, fuck, she tastes good. he almost forgot.
for a first time in a month, his body finally reacts and he feels a real boner starting to form behind his sweats. the relief is immediate.
his hands grip her hips to keep her from squirming too much, when his lips tease her clit, before gently sucking on it. the moan that leaves her lips makes him dizzy with lust.
he loses track of time, minutes blur as he works his mouth, his tongue flicks skillfully over her swollen bud. she knocks his hat off, twisting her fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer. his nose is buried into her soaked pussy, constantly putting just the right amount of pressure against her clit, making her moan his name out loud, her thighs tensing around his head. "oh my fuck," her breath hitches, looking down and catching his eyes already watching all of her reactions. he slowly pushes two fingers inside, testing if this still works on her after a year apart, knowing that used to wreck her every damn time.
"chris, fuck—" she squirms around. he hums, curling his fingers just right, all while keeping his mouth busy on her clit with suction and teasing flicks of tongue.
he can feel his cock getting rock hard, once she starts making more sounds, sounding so desperate and annoyed. her hips jerk upward towards his face and he smirks against her, suddenly stopping his movements. he's satisfied feeling that his dick is not broken and he can finally get some action.
"are you deadass—" she cuts herself off with a small gasp, when with one smooth motion he flips her onto her stomach without effort.
its been his favorite position, lets him see everything. the curve of her ass, the way her skirt is still bunched up high on her waist and it turns him the fuck on. "i absolutely am," he mutters, voice husky with lust. he pushes his sweats down along with his boxers just enough to free himself. he takes a second to stroke once over his length, before positioning himself behind her.
he almost forgot how good a boner can feel. it was throbbing and leaking with precum. "is this not a little pathetic? y'know, that you've folded so easily?" he slowly pushes in with a loud groan. he's been missing that feeling.
"fuck off," she replies, her voice cracking as she tries to adjust to his size. he licks his lips and frowns slightly, looking at the way her pussy squezzes around him.
"ah, she missed me, didn't she?" he tilts his head to the side, realizing it's been a while for her. he can tell. the way her body resists at first, like it remembers him but isn’t sure yet, sends a rush of something primal through his veins. not just lust, but maybe even pride.
he grits his teeth, jaw flexing as he fights the urge to thrust in all the way right then. instead, he stays still, buried halfway inside her. "fuck, looks like ya hadn't had other dick as big as me, huh?" he clicks his tongue. "she squeezes me so tight—"
"you're still so fucking full of yourself," she mutters, her voice cracking when he pushes all in.
here we go.
"mhm," he actually smiles, pulling almost all the way out, just to slam back into her hard with one deep thrust. "why wouldn't i be? just look how happy she is to see me, after a whole fuckass year. c'mon now."
the sudden, hard thrust knocks the breath out of her, forehead pressing into the seat, fingers curling against the leather as he bottoms out. he likes that pissed off tension in her body, the way she's mad at herself for how good it feels after a year without him. he likes that he can still do this to her with no effort.
so he does it again, harder this time, and starts a rhythm. deep, punishing strokes that make his hips snap forward with each movement. the car rocks slightly from the force of it. he leans forward, one hand bracing beside her head, the other sliding up to tangle in her hair, lifting her head up so he could see that wrecked face. eyes closed, brows pulled together, mouth falling open. he loves that shit.
"that guy— what was his name again? mason?" he breathes between thrusts. "he doesn't know how loud you get when i fuck ya right," he angles deeper, hitting her spot just right. her back arches on instinct, a loud, unrestrained moan escapes her.
fuckkkkk.
she couldn't hold back that noise, but it ripped out of her anyway, his smirk growing wider "y'gonna come so fast, hm?" he yanks on a fistful of hair, not enough to hurt, just enough to keep her exposed to him. he sees how close she is in the way she bites down on that bottom lip, like it can save her. "how often for the past year you hoped for this to happen again?" he murmurs above the sound of skin slapping skin and labored breathing. "bet you touched yourself thinkin' about it."
he can feel the exact moment she clenches around him and comes with a loud moan followed by, "i literally hate you", which only spurrs him on.
he stops counting how many times she hit that high, after her third one. it was even easier for him to slide in and out when she got so creamy.
he had a different problem now though, because he should've come already, but for some reason he couldn't. he started to get frustrated.
there's no way, that after over a month, when he finally got a boner and could fuck, now he can't get a release. "fuck," his hips slam with more force now, letting go of her hair just to grip her waist, so he could go even deeper. he's moving on autopilot, but there's no buildup and he's going actually insane.
in the span of the next ten minutes, he's getting two more orgasms from her, and he almost forgot how good it used to feel when he was able to make her do all that. pride shoots right into his ego, but there's also annoyance, not at her but at himself, because even when before he'd be making a mess all over himself, literally even after seeing her like this, now he just couldn't get off.
he curses under his breath and his movements come to a stop. he lets her take a breath as he pulls out, his dick throbbing and glistening with her juices. he sits back, breathing heavily, elbows resting on his knees as he stares straight ahead at the dashboard.
it pisses him off in a way that cuts deeper than frustration, it just feels wrong, like it's not him. like he's actually broken and he hates feeling out of control like this. he feels stupid and he can't turn his head off. the pressure and strees he's been dealing with lately, all alone, it was clearly getting to him more than he'd like to admit.
he looks up when she climbs onto his lap without a word, positioning herself before sinking down onto him, still pulsing from multiple orgasms. he lets out a slow breath through his nose as she settles over him completely, his hands sliding up to grip her hips again. he kind of wondered how much she's gonna hate herself once the rush of lust is over.
he clicks his tongue and smirks, playing it cool, even when he feels like an idiot. he couldn't tell if she realized he couldn't come. "desperate for it, aren't ya?"
“stop talking," she says again, starting to roll her hips and leaning in to crash her lips against his in an aggressive kiss.
the kiss is all teeth and frustration, just two people taking out a year of unresolved tension on each other’s mouths. he kisses back just as hard, like he’s mad that he had to come crawling back to feel something again.
her hips roll against his in sharp, deliberate motions. he groans into her mouth, each move of her body sends a jolt through him. "maybe you're the one desperate here," she breaks the kiss. "you decided to fucking bother me now. just couldn't hold back, huh? you never could when it came to me."
the corner of his mouth twitches, his hips lift slightly to meet hers as she rides him, the head of his cock hitting deep inside with every movement. "wanted to see if i can still make ya weak," he mutters back, feeling a slow coil tightening in his gut when she starts talking.
hm.
"and i can still make you hard," she shoots back. "and i can make you cum all over y'self."
fuck.
he hates that her words are working, crawling under his skin, lighting a fire he can’t control. not the kind of fire you get from lust alone, but something more annoying.
he grabs her ass with one hand and yanks her down onto him in a rough grind. the kind meant to shut her up with sensation instead of conversation. his breath hitches when she bites her lip, like she's holding back a sound, and suddenly he’s not playing anymore.
in one quick move, he flips her over so he's on top again, the car door creaking as it shifts with the weight change. he starts moving fast, no rhythm but pure need. "and i can still fuckin' make you cry," he speaks, each word punctuated with a deep thrust. "can still make you moan my name. make you come on my dick like a desperate slut."
"fuck you," she scoffs, hand gripping the seat for support.
"that's what we doin', baby."
he keeps provoking her to keep talking. "is it our reunion or goodbye fuck?" he asks, driving into her, no more patience left.
"a mistake fuck," she replies, voice shaking. she moans right after, dragging her nails across his back and he feels it through his shirt.
his dick twitches.
his jaw clenches as sweat starts to form on his brow, chasing that release that is just out of reach. "could be a mistake if we did it once," he mutters, looking down at her. "but this is a choice."
he's not sure if her cheeks are this red from pleasure or anger. "i wouldn't choose you even if they paid me."
"maybe not, but you'd sure as hell chose my dick."
"that's— fuckk— i can't.... stand you....—mhhhp, chris, fuck—!"
the moment she struggles to speak without making noises and clenches around him again, he feels his own release finally building rapidly, his breath coming in short bursts now. a low groan leaves him and then the familiar feeling crashes through his body for the first time in over a month. he buries himself to the hilt as thick ropes of cum burst from his tip, painting her insides. as it ripples through him, he slightly collapses over her from the intensity of his release, his body pulsing. it seems to go for a bit longer than usually, which could be pretty obvious for her to realize that it's been a while since he last orgasmed, but he completely ignores it, lost in the feeling.
finally he feels like himself again.
the car is quiet for a moment, just the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional creak as chris slowly lifts himself up and pulls out, yanking his sweats and boxers back up while she sits up, fixing her clothes.
they both look at each other at the same time by accident.
she looks away first, pretending to be busy with her skirt.
he does not like that awkwardness now. "so," he speaks, leaning back and dragging a hand through his hair. "another round when?"
she glares at him, "hopefully never."
"awh, c'mon," he clicks his tongue and smirks. "admit it's been a while since someone wrecked you this good."
"don't even say a word about this to anyone," she warns him.
"dammit, i can't brag?" he asks sarcastically, throwing his cap back onto his head.
"i'm serious."
"a'ight, m'not dumb. for real though, ya don't miss our little agreement?"
"you do?" she scoffs.
"can't lie, your pussy's like magic."
"oh god," she facepalms and opens the car door, getting out. he grins, following right after her.
"y'know, having someone who'd talk back t'you while your cock is deep in their gut is actually fun."
"please, actually stop talking," she mumbles, closing her car. he raises an eyebrow, "you goin' back there?"
she frowns, "what, like, inside?" she asks, pointing at the bar. he nods, making her snort in disbelief. "are you insane? they definitely can tell we aren't talking for, like, thirty minutes straight."
"maybe i'm a poet."
she exhales deeply, rolling her eyes and walking through the parking lot. "what, ya gonna walk?" he moves after her.
"can't really drive, can i?"
"what 'bout your car?"
"i'll pick it up tomorrow."
"i can call matt—"
"i said no one can know about this," she stops abruptly, turning around to face him and point her finger at him. "no one. not matt, not nate, not nick. especially not nick. no one."
"s'not that big of a deal."
"it is," she scoffs, walking again. "they don't need to know i have no self respect."
he raises his eyebrows, catching up to her. for him it was all fun and games anyway. "don't be so dramatic now, you had to think of it for a while, otherwise you wouldn't give in so easily."
she shrugs.
"bro, this is what we do, you want something, you take it. wanted to fuck and you did. makes us human."
"okay, shakespeare."
he smirks, narrowing his eyes, noticing that she's holding back a laugh.
okay, no, he can't be this lucky. maybe she was holding back a smile.
chris got what he wanted though and he didn't think about anything else. maybe he should have.
✎ᝰ. masterlist here .ᐟ .ᐟ cw: mentions of bullying and smoking
‧₊˚✧ chapter 01 ✧˚₊‧
slumping down the hallway, the bottom of his jeans completely ripped, the material dragging across the wet street.
chris’s backpack is slumped over his shoulder, his gaze on the ground as the only thing he focused on is the music that comes out of his wired headphones.
nobody speaks to him, most don’t even acknowledge that he exits, and to be fair, it’s not like he tries to make himself seen either.
he hates people who stare, he thinks they’re stupid for focusing more on others than on themselves, so every time he catches someone’s gaze, who was undeniably judging him, he gives a harsh glare back, clenching his jaw.
it’s not like chris is exactly intimidating, yes his death stare will cause a shiver to run down your spine, but other than that he truly is a nobody.
the students who get more attention at school, will use this opportunity against him, calling him names, making fun of his history, it never stops.
and he pretends not to care. he truly doesn’t. sort of. because every time someone makes a mocking comment about how he should follow his fathers actions, he feels his heart clench, a feeling he’s only ever felt before years ago.
hes luckily walking towards the exit of the building, feeling a relief wash through him as he pushes the door open, the fresh air filling his nostrils.
of course he’s not completely freed yet, students outside are still giving him judging glares and mocking glances.
he walks over to the back of the school building, already pulling his pack of cheap cigarettes out of his back pocket, opening it and pulling out his lighter and one of the last cigarettes.
he sighs, leaning against the wall and putting the cigarette in between his lips, flicking a few times with the lighter as he covers it with his hand, creating some sort of tiny, wind free cave.
he manages to light the cigarette, inhaling deeply immediately. he feels the smoke travel to his lungs, letting it slip past his lips slowly, his body relaxing. the music is still blaring through his headphones, covering himself in some sort of invisible bubble
he glances forward, taking in the view of the trashbins and bricked wall, like it’s the most interesting thing, even though he sees it every other day.
he either situates himself here, or goes to a park near his house, just to torture his lungs, turn off his mind and finally feel the slightest bit of peace.
it was a long day, he smokes about 3 cigarettes, watching the sun set. he sighs when his third cigarette is near its end. he lets it fall to the ground before crushing it with his already ruined converses, he truly need to buy new ones, since the sole is beginning to deattach from the whole shoe itself.
he puts his now empty cigarette pack back in his back pocket, checks his phone and walks away from his spot, towards the front of the school again, which is now completely abandoned, thank god.
he nibbles on his lip consciously, before he hears a voice, one he never really acknowledged before. he glances up, being met with your figure.
you’re holding your phone against your ear, talking excitedly about whatever, hand making vague gestures, even though the person you’re calling can’t see them.
he’s about to look away when he sees your eyes catching his. he pauses. normally he hates it when people look at him, he will look away or will send them a glare back. but somehow this time, he can’t seem to do either one of those things.
you haven’t stopped talking, just casually glancing at the ruined boy a few feet away from you. you send him a small smile, before turning back to your conversation completely.
chris doesn’t know what to do, he’s a bit taken aback, because for the first time, someone actually smiled at him, instead of a sending him a judging look.
he stands there for a few seconds, before blinking rapidly and scolding himself. he quickly starts walking again, plugging his earphones deeper in his ear, a weak attempt to drown in the music.
he normally never tries to remember even the slightest bit about the people around him, wanting to forget every face he sees that day. but this time he finds himself recalling your facial features. soft eyes, brows furrowed the slightest bit, lips moving before turning into a small smile.
and he hates himself for it.
a/n really excited for this🤭 also thank you guys sm for 1k on my main <33
⤹ where you and chris finally explore the potential of your insane sexual chemistry teehee.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ description: smutttt, lots of dirty talk, oral f!recieving, fingering, dom!chris etc., not an established relationship
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ warnings: just smut lol idk (not intercourse though)
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ wc: 1.6k
a/n: like less than a month ago i said in one of my posts that i’d feel cringe writing anything romantic let alone sexual about chris or matt and look where my horny ahh got me…
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tossing and turning. all you could physically do. sleep? never heard of her. not when the tension between you and chris had stretched itself this tight. not when he was lying right beside you in the same narrow bed, every breath he took triggering in some way.
all evening with ‘em lingering glances, “accidental” brushes against the others’ skin, that sudden heatwave anytime you sensed each other somewhat close and yet, nothing’s been done about it. and it internally kills you both. so how do you approach this? who’s bold enough to finally give in and admit the truth of the undeniable lust flowing through your bodies whenever you feel the others’ presence? you did know that chris definitely had some commitment issues, he talked not once about letting a love go because he was simply so terrified of it.
you keep switching positions, sighing, clearly not content. chris mirrors you, the small bed forcing your bodies into constant contact. each brush of his arm or knee makes your pulse trip.
you tsk, bothered as hell, not being able to calm the rush riding ‘round your tummy and with that, you think: fuck it.
you cuddle up to him, and lay your head into the crook of his neck. “chris,“ you whine quietly. “what?” he almost chuckles, knowing exactly what’s up with you, pulling your leg over him. you just lay like this for a moment, breathing unsteady, uncomfortable. “get on top of me.” finally. you do just as you’re told, shifting your body, laying down on him fully and keeping your face hidden. you sigh, feeling the wave of warmth the contact sends through your whole body.
it’s not weird, it’s not awkward, there are no words of explanation needed, it’s just what you both need right now. that way it feels natural to the both of you and well, only correct. you almost involuntarily start grinding against him, eager for some sort of friction. his hands slide from your back to your hips, supporting your movements. “you that desperate? couldn’t go night-night cause you needed to rub yourself on me so bad?” he shocks you with how direct he’s being, considering you’d never done this kinda thing together before. but you love it. “oh, chris, you know just how to talk to me, don’t ya’?” you reply shakily. you somehow knew he’d be the type to talk you through it, which you were a total slut for - proof being the ridiculous pool in your underwear. he only sighs in response, as your movements become more and more needy, leading your hand blindly into his hair. your unsteady breaths turn into muffled moans, since you’re still with your face pressed against his large pillow.
“hold on ma,” he steadies you gently. his hands move to the back of your thighs and you only moan his name out, giving him all the consent im the world. his fingers trace a line upward, reaching the bottom of your cotton shorts. he wastes no time pushing ‘em to the side along with your panties, dipping them straight in between your puffy folds and cursing under his breath. “and you get like this from what? me just talkin’ to you?” he asks, all cocky. “yeah.” you admit, barely audible but with zero shame. “can’t even talk properly, huh?” he adds, knowing you love to hear this shit. you manage to finally pull your head away from his neck, looking at him, breathless. “n-no.” you breathe out, as his fingers switch to a rather dangerous pace ‘round your hole, circling perfectly. he practically moans at the sight of you, his mouth opening and brows furrowing softly - the room is almost completely dark, but at this point your eyes had adjusted. “so worked up for me.” he shakes his head slowly. “yeah.” you nodd, your pitch high. “yeah?” he aks again, high on intonation, moving his fingers even faster ‘round your clit. “yeah, fuck, yeah, keep talking-like that, keep talking to me.” you beg, watering his fingers even more.
“this what you wanted, huh,” he aks, his breath hitching, and squeezing your face with his free hand. “what you always wanted? my fingers literally fucking drenched by you?” he finishes. “y-eah. always wanted to make a mess for you, an-and, have you take care of it.” you’re basically crying now, all from arousal. “aw.” he cooes. “mkay, lay on your back, my fingers alone can’t even keep up.” he says, breaking contact with your heat which causes you to whine, unintentionally. “gotcha baby, i know. just lay down for me.” he soothes, brushing your cheek with his knuckles. you breathe out, wiping your sweaty forehead and nodding. so you switch positions, dragging him onto you. “chris, kiss me, what the fuck.” you order, realizing it’s crazy that he’s gotten very well acquainted with your literal vagina and had not yet even kissed you once.
you make out for a while, establish a smooth rythm since your lips first merge, devouring each other. he sucks on your bottom lip, hard, making you whince. “miss me down there?” he nudges your nose with his before kissing you again. you let out an “mhm.” as your tongue swirls ‘round his. you feel a chill tickle your entire body when his fingers find your clit again.
his lips leave yours with a wet smack. “i can’t believe how wet you are.” he says, looking at your lightly swollen lips. “you say that as if it was a rare occurrence.” you murmur, feeling his middle and ring finger fiddle about with your folds. “oh, so i keep it wet like that?” he teases, kissing your lips softly. “yeah?” he insists, before placing his lips to the right corner of your mouth.
before you know it, he gets to his main objective and pulls your shorts down along with your underwear, settling his head between your thighs. “it’s literally dark and i can see it dripping.” he says in awe, as your arousal glistens faintly in the light coming from the streets.
a shiver runs up your spine as you feel him tighten his grip on your thighs, forcing them a little bit further apart. you gasp quietly at the action, earning a loving look from him. he starts slow, innocent, only placing small, wet pecks to your inner thighs. then suddenly, he presses his tongue against you, hard, licking up a stripe. having caught you so off guard, you let out a moan a little too loud for 2 a.m. when his brothers are sleeping in the rooms next to y’all. it shocks him so his hand almost instinctively goes up to your mouth, covering it fully. your eyes widen, having stressed yourself out. “you’re good, you’re good.” he reassures you, keeping his hand on your mouth and dives back into you.
you simply can’t keep quiet, your moans somewhat blurred. the way he’s sucking on your sensitive skin, grunting whenever he feels you whine against his palm is too overwhelming. you feel tense, your thigs pressing towards the sides of his head. “relax, ma,” he says, pressing a kiss to your thigh, looking at you. “i’m gonna hold your legs apart, yeah? be a good girl and cover your mouth for me?” you nod, desperately, only after that he removes his hand from your mouth.
he holds your thighs apart, feeling your slight resistance, as he fucks you with his tongue. your moans sound like desperate pleas, motivating him to drive you even more insane. he slowes down, licking up hard stripes along your slit, looking right at ya’. “you look so pretty like this. falling apart for me.” he licks up another and you sigh, setting your mouth free for a little bit. “chris, you-“ you start but cut yourself off with a whine as he licks you up again, on purpose. “i what?” he teases, squeezing the flesh of your thighs, giving you a little break. “i don’t know, i feel so…dizzy but so good.” you admit. “my baby.” he cooes with loving eyes. his eyes then shift back to your cunt, he bites his lip at how puffy and swollen it is. “not long now, y’can handle it right?” he asks, you murmer a yeah and cover your mouth back up. “atta girl.” he praises.
you’re a mess at this point, the movement of his tongue going crazy around your clit blending with the new sensation of his middle finger sliding in and out of you pushes you almost there. chris lifts his head up to watch his finger fuck you and moans when he visibly sees your little hole clench around it. “fuck.” he curses, eyes stunned and continues to lick you, fast and precise. both your hands fall to his hair, needing to pull on something as the pressure in your belly only builds up. “don’t stop, don’t stop, please, i’m fucking there, i promise.” you cry out quietly, he keeps going, his fingers pressing so hard into your skin. your entire body jerks, triggering him to slide his free hand up your body and pin you down against the mattress.
“gonna lick me clean when i cum on your tongue?” you ask, gasping for air and he nods eagerly. “keep talkin’ dirty like that, i’ll have no mercy on you.” you gasp loudly, as you feel your incoming release reach your core, his hand flying to your mouth once again. “cum on my tongue, let me know this pussy mine.” he grunts, his words being that very last push you needed and thank GOD his hand was covering your mouth, since you practically screamed into it.
he held your shaky legs and kept his promise, slurping you clean. your minds hazy, you keep thinking as he licks you slow, how crazy it is that a few hours prior you were practically just friends. and it felt damn good to go over that boundry.
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