You’ve always liked bows. Bows on Christmas presents, bows on dresses, bows on decorative pillows, and especially in your hair. Two bows rested at the end of your braids, tied tight and neat. Twenty-four years old and you still couldn’t resist them. You’ve been teased for being a girly-girl since grade school, but that didn’t mean you couldn't drive a tractor, milk a cow, or shotgun a beer. You never understood why people thought those things canceled each other out.
Chris’ truck was a mess. He arrived at the house at 11:59 sharp, leaning on his truck bed, baseball cap on, and aviators resting on the bridge of his nose. White New Balances covered his feet.
He looked like he was about to take you on an eighth-grade field trip, not lunch.
“Dad, this is insane. I don’t understand why I have to go to lunch with your friend,” you whined, peeking through the blinds as Chris walked up the driveway.
“Chris is a nice guy. You two will have a good time.” He didn’t look up from his newspaper.
“I’m sure I’ll meet other people in the area. This feels so weird, Dad.”
“You’re moping around the house. Ya gotta get out.”
“It’s been, like, a day.”
Knock.
Chris sweeps his In-Fisherman magazines from the passenger seat onto the floor of his truck. “You can just step on those,” he waves a hand. “Ya hungry? Hope you are.”
The polished pages crinkle under your Mary Janes. The scent of coffee, sunscreen, and strong cologne fills your nostrils. Chris backs out of the driveway, one hand on the back of the passenger seat as he turns to look behind him. You notice the scruff on his face, brown and grey hair mixed. A birthmark along his jaw. Thirty-nine. It seems worlds away from you. Chris didn’t look old. Just…lived in. The crinkles beneath his eyes tell stories from years before you were even a thought.
“Uh, yeah, Dad said we’re getting burgers or something.” You smooth out your dress.
“Old man was right.” He tosses his aviators onto the dash. “So what’s the issue?”
“Huh?”
“You don’t like my town?”
“Your town?”
“Ya heard right. My town. Been here my whole life. I reckon it’s even better than Samantha.”
“You mean Savannah.”
“Pretty sure it was Samantha.” He smiles entirely too big. Teeth white in a straight row. “You still do that dancing stuff?” He gestures to the bows in your hair.
That makes you laugh for the first time since your feet first touched Virginia soil. Teachers spent years writing the same thing on your report cards: Great potential, but needs to stop talking so much. You laughed too loud in movie theaters, struck up conversations with strangers about what kind of dog they had or what they were getting up to that weekend. “Hush,” people would tell you, like it was physically possible.
“You think I dance because I have bows in my hair?”
“Oh, I dunno. ‘Member your old man mentioning it once.” The tips of his ears turn red.
“No, Chris, I used to dance when I was like ten. I just like the bows.”
“Alright, well, what about you now? What kinda stuff do you get into? Other than hating my hometown.”
“I dunno. Flea Markets. Thrift stores. Live music.”
“We got that up here.”
“Figured.”
“There’s a flea market off Route 5 every Saturday.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, then.”
“Could take ya up there one Saturday, buddy of mine works it, it’s a nice one.”
“You’re trying to sell me Virginia, but you must be super bored here if you keep offering to hang out with me.”
“Ah, there she is.” He points at you. “That’s the mouth your dad was talking about.”
“God, you and my dad are like weirdly obsessed with each other.”
Chris shrugs, adjusting the baseball cap on his head. “He’s a good guy. Owe him a lot. Helped me get my life on track when I was around your age.” His truck turns down a corner, and you can feel the air on your face, opening up your lungs, whipping your hair around a bit. “Wind bothering ya?”
“No, it feels nice.”
Chris hums.
“So he got you back on track? How so?”
“Was kinda just a mess.” He huffs out a laugh, and his hand slides down his face. “Never really had any direction, kinda just felt like high school was never gonna end, ya know? Then your old man came around and started asking questions nobody else was askin’.”
“Are you trying to save me?”
“You?” He squints.
“Yeah, a girl in her early twenties, big move, no job, all that. Bows in her hair.”
“I don't think ya need saving, kid. Not all.”
“So you really are just a bored middle-aged man?”
He laughs, shaking his head.
“Watch it.”
Richmond, Virginia, isn’t a small town, but you’ve heard too many “Hey, Chris!”s to count. Three waves from passing trucks. Two honks. One phone call asking if he’d be around this weekend. Chris didn’t seem cocky, wasn’t smirking or making sure you noticed the attention he was getting. If anything, he looked grateful, smiling at every person as though they’d done him a favor by saying hello.
Maybe your dad hadn’t been exaggerating. Maybe people did just…like him.
The bell above the door jingles as Chris holds it open for you.
“Chris! Same thing today?”
“Yes, Ma’am. You losing weight, Mary? Gonna start disappearing on me.” Chris slides into the booth.
He winks.
“Oh, hush.” Mary laughs, swatting him with a menu.
The waitress, probably in her late sixties, with a faded name tag, turns to look at you. “How about you, sweetie?”
“Newbie, here.” He smiles across the table at you. “Give her some time.” He winks at Mary again.
You close the menu with a polite smile, looking up at Mary. “Actually, just gonna get whatever he’s getting, Ma’am.”
You glance around the diner. Worn leather booths. Checkered flooring. Hand-painted signs that read “$1 Milkshakes,” even though they probably hadn’t been a dollar in twenty years. Families sit together. Teenagers on awkward first dates. A couple sharing a basket of fries. And there was you and Chris–two people who’d heard about each other for fifteen years but had never actually met.
Mary comes back with two patty melts and two baskets of tater tots, a sweet tea for Chris, and a vanilla milkshake with cherries for you.
“Need anything else?” Mary smiles.
“Naw, ma’am. Appreciate ya.” Chris grins.
Mary starts to walk away.
“Tell Frank congratulations on the retirement,” Chris calls after her.
“This is your usual?” You eye the patty melt skeptically.
“Yup.”
He takes a bite before looking back at you.
“Why? What’s the issue now? No patty melts in Georgia?”
Your eyes narrow.
“No, but you said this is a burger place. That’s hardly a burger.”
Chris lets out a laugh.
“This is absolutely a burger, kid.”
“Not a kid.”
“Bows in your hair… and you ordered a milkshake.”
“A grown woman can’t order a milkshake?”
“Never said that.” He winks.
You watch how Chris eats, how his hands are so big they nearly swallow the patty melt. His hair sticks out where the baseball cap has flattened it all afternoon, winging at the ends. A farmer’s tan cuts across his forearms so distinctly it’s almost comical.
You weren’t sure why you were studying him so hard. Maybe because you’d spent the last fifteen years hearing about Chris, and now he’s in front of you, making your stomach tighten every time your eyes meet. You’re sure he’s being polite, but his eyes were a little too blue.
“Do you like your food?” His voice breaks your thoughts.
“I do, yeah. It’s good.”
He smiles.
Too big.
“This is your phone?”
The truck sits in your driveway, cicadas whining from the sticky heat. Chris looks at you, his phone in your hand, his bottom lip tucked under his teeth, eyebrows furrowed. “What is wrong with my phone?”
“It’s an android, Chris.”
“Yeah, it is.” His fingers drum on his steering wheel. “Just put your number in there so I can send you a message about the flea market.”
“You mean text me?”
“Same shit.” He watches you type your number into his contact list.
“...You have thirty-seven unread text messages.”
“Probably.”
“Probably?”
“If it’s important, they’ll call.” He shrugs.
Chris’ sneakers crunch against the driveway, aviators sitting backward on his head as he walks you from his truck to the door. You reminded him that you aren’t five years old and can walk up to the door, and he told you that you are a young girl and that it wouldn’t be very polite.
The front door closes after an awkward goodbye. Through the screen, you catch Chris rubbing the back of his neck. The screen door bows in the wind, a little tear to the bottom right corner. You remember how it got there. Five years old, standing in plastic princess heels, determined when you saw a bug climbing across the screen, so you kicked.
Chris could probably fix that.
“So?”
You jump. Your dad sits on his recliner, a beer bottle in one hand, the Georgia Bulldogs running onto Dooley Field on the television.
“Jesus, Dad. Scared me.”
“Well?”
“He was…alright.”
The beer bottle pauses halfway to his lips.
“Alright?”
“He’s kinda dorky.”
Your dad hums.
“Sounds like you had a good time.”
You squint.
“You were smiling pretty hard,” he shrugs, eyes already drifting back toward the game. ‘“That’s all I’m sayin’.”
Your eyes roll so hard you’re sure your dad can hear it over the commotion on the television.
Your Mary Janes clack against the wooden staircase leading up to your bedroom.
Buzz.
Unknown number.
flea market saturday?
You fight the smile threatening your lips.
depends.. are you going to be wearing your geriatric shoes?
Buzz.
haha.
pick you up at 8.
𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎… i fear im falling in love with his dorky ass! hope u guys are too 🤭
𓏲 ⌗ 𓈒 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 ` 𓂃 ⊹ ──── ꒰ rapper!chris ꒱ ꜝ ꒱ ⋆ 𓂅 in which :: @/. 777freshlove presents random text messages between rapper!chris and model!reader.
— includes: smut, dom!chris, sub!reader, a lot of bickering, cursing, mentions of alcohol & weed, making out, dry humping, eating pussy, unprotected p in v, a lot of dirty talk, pet names (slut, baby, sweetheart), etc. - english isn't my first language.
chris is cocky and persistent, all about getting what he wants until he accidentally runs into you at a party. your sarcastic attitude, and the way you refuse to fall for his charm, is both incredibly hot and frustrating— challenging him in ways he never experienced before.
requested by anon. | words count: 13k | part two.
he never met anyone like you before. your first interaction was two weeks ago at a frat party.
the bass was pounding hard enough to rattle your ribs, and you couldn't believe how badly you needed to pee. you practically sprinted down the hallway, weaving through drunk frat guys and half-conscious sorority girls, until you finally spotted a bathroom with no line. a miracle, seriously. you knocked twice, the music was way too loud for you to even hear the answer. so you pushed the door open, relief already blooming in your chest, only to freeze in horror.
the random girl's moans immediately fill your ears, she's bent over the bathroom counter, getting backshots from a guy in a backwards hat. shirt halfway off, the hem of it caught between his teeth, pants pulled down around his ankles. the girl's eyes were squeezed shut as she grips the edge of the counter tightly, but the guy turns around, hearing the door opening.
"occupied," he mumbles unfazed, not even slowing down his movements. you blink, getting out of the trance, slamming the door shut with your eyes widening, already feeling your cheeks heating up with embarrassment and annoyance.
were they serious? the ache in your bladder was painful from how much you'd hold it in, and you couldn't even pee in peace 'cause some freak had to get laid first? did they really have to do this in the bathroom?
you scoff, embarrassment slowly changing more and more into irritation. you knock on the door again and again. all you could hear is the girl getting louder to the point it was cutting even through the music, making you grimace with disgust.
chris stumbled out of the bathroom over five minutes later, with a smirk on his face and his arm draped casually around the waist of the random girl he’d just been with. she was still giggling, oblivious to the fact that they’d kept someone waiting, and that you basically walked in on them. chris was satisfied with himself, not caring about the fact someone saw him fucking a girl. he had no shame and he was used to getting away with things anyway.
but as soon as the door opened, and chris locked eyes with you, it felt like everything stopped for him because now he was fully capable to pay attention to you.
you were standing there just a few feet away, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. your face flushed from alcohol and irritation, eyes narrowing at him with a look that made his stomach tighten. he's never seen you before, but definitely couldn’t ignore now. you were gorgeous, no question about that.
there was a fire in your eyes, a sharpness in your gaze that immediately set you apart from everyone else in the house. though it was your attitude that made chris pause.
"are you serious?" you ask with disbelief, scoffing. "are you even aware that people might want to use the bathroom? fucking freaks."
he expected whoever walked in on them to be more embarrassed than annoyed, or even maybe jealous since girls are usually that, hoping to be the one he picked next so he was used to it. not some girl standing there shooting him a full-on death glare, looking disgusted and pissed off.
he stands there just staring at you as you go on rambling about how gross him and the girl are for occupying the bathroom. the blond girl beside him laughed and bumped his arm playfully, oblivious to the sudden tension, and clearly not understanding why you're so annoyed. but chris's entire focus was entirely on you standing in front of him, and cursing him out. he wasn't even sure what you were saying, he was staring at your plump lips moving, thinking of how good they would feel on his own. what the hell was going on?
no one ever made him speechless in his life. normally, chris would’ve cracked some offhand joke, a smooth comment, maybe even give you more of that lazy smirk he knew worked more often than not. flirting came easy to him, it was muscle memory at this point, but in that moment he just stood there. it was something about you that threw him off balance. you didn't look familiar at all, he was sure of it. he would've remembered you and made a move already if he'd seen you before. you'd probably became one of his favorite hookups, someone he keeps coming back to. but he doesn't recognize you, doesn't know you— yet.
the way your eyes were locked on him, not with admiration, but with pure annoyance, something about it had his mouth shut, not quite sure what to do.
the random girl beside him went on talking, telling you to calm down or some stupid shit like that, but chris could barely catch the words, like they were coming from behind a wall.
"...are you gonna stand there all night or actually apologize for being disgusting?" you snapped, your sarcasm dripping with disdain.
chris blinked, a little rattled. apologize? you wanted him to say sorry? for what?
"girl, relax, there's nothing to be sorry about. i'm definitely not, and chris isn't either. we had a fun time—" the blonde girl next to him keeps on mumbling, but you cut her off with one simple scoff, clearly done waiting for any kind of response from him.
"next time maybe don't keep people waiting. get a fucking room," you shot him a look that sent a jolt through him. chris barely had time to react before you pushed past them and slammed the bathroom door in his face with a definitive thud.
for a second, he just stood there, staring at the door. his mind was still spinning. who the fuck was that?
chris thought about it for the full week.
this wasn’t how it usually went. no girl ever gave him attitude like this. he usually had them eating out of his hand the second he flashed that smile. but you were looking at him like he wasn’t the king of this party, like he was just another idiot wasting your time, and maybe that was true. the way you'd looked at him, the way you had completely shut him down without even trying. no girl had ever treated him like that before, and he wasn’t about to let it go.
chris saw you again at another party a week later.
he was sprawled out on the couch, joint in hand, a familiar haze settling in as the party raged around him. he had two girls on either side of him, laughing and talking, but his attention was elsewhere. he wasn’t really listening to them, his focus was completely on you since he noticed you just moments ago, dancing and having fun with your friends. for now he was only watching, not being able to move his gaze away from you.
you were moving to the beat so effortlessly, like you'd always been meant to be the center of attention, even when you weren't trying. the lights hit you just right, illuminating your beauty and you looked even more gorgeous than he remembered. the music thumped in his chest, but all he could hear was the sound of his pulse in his ears.
chris felt something dangerous stir in him, his body lit up with a fire he couldn’t ignore. he felt the sudden urge to get closer, to do or say anything that would make you his tonight.
he took another hit of the joint, trying to ground himself, but the high only made the feeling more intense. his mind started to work overdrive, thinking of how could he get you alone and what to say that wouldn’t have you walking away. his thoughts raced, calculating every possible move, every word that wouldn’t set you off, cause there's no way he was letting you slip away again. he shifts on the couch uncomfortably, adjusting his pants, knowing that he has to have you.
but then, as if the universe was playing some cruel joke on him, you turned around and walked out of the living room, disappearing into the crowd. he was looking for you for the rest of the night, but it was no use. you were gone and left him frustrated.
but tonight was the night— one week after he last laid eyes on you, he saw you again, and this time, he made sure you wouldn’t disappear from his sight.
the sound of loud music and scattered laughter from the party in the next room seemed muffled in the kitchen, where only the hum of the fridge and the occasional clink of glass filled the air. chris leaned against the doorframe, watching you without realizing he’d been doing it for a few seconds longer than he intended. you were finally alone without your friends, standing by the counter, carefully measuring out a drink, looking like you didn’t have a care in the world.
he pushed off the doorframe, striding into the kitchen with an easy, practiced smirk, the kind he knew would get any girl's attention. “well, well, well... funny runnin' into you again," he said, leaning casually against the counter, watching you make your drink. "who would've thought?"
you glanced at him, eyes narrowing as recognition hit you. the same black backwards hat, the chain bracelet on his wrist and the red solo cup in his hand. it wasn't hard to recognize his face, even if he haven't crossed your mind even once after that little interaction in front of the bathroom a while ago. he just had this whole vibe going on, making it impossible not to remember him, especially that annoying expression on his face.
“oh. it's you.” you said flatly, your tone already giving off that uninterested vibe. “great."
chris's smirk grown, unfazed. "didn't think you'd remember me, but i definitely remember you. pretty hard to forget someone who was so vocal about needin' to take a piss." he tilts his head, eyes moving up and down your body which causes you to raise your eyebrows. "we didn’t get a proper introduction last time, did we?” he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a low, playful tone. “i'm chris.”
your eyes scan him up and down as well, but clearly unimpressed by him. "maybe if you and your friend weren't so vocal inside the bathroom, then i wouldn't be so loud about needing to do my business."
"oh, c'mon, sweetheart." he rolls his eyes playfully. "can't a guy have a little fun?"
"y'know, rooms exist. there's a lot of them in this house, i assume. you ever thought about it?" you put some distance between the two of you, adding some more juice to your drink, and making sure he's far enough not to touch it. "and don't call me sweetheart. i'm not in the mood for throwing up yet."
noticing that you had moved away slightly along with your red cup, chris caught the hint and decided to stay where he was, not wanting you to think he was some kind of weirdo, even though his pride was slightly bruised. however, he understood that you didn't know him yet, and you were just being careful. smart girl.
"a'ight then, my bad," he said, raising his hands in surrender, getting a suspicious glance in return. "'bout pickin' the bathroom instead of a room, not about callin' you sweetheart. ‘cause, in my opinion, it fits. you're just so nice," his tone sarcastic.
"no one asked about your opinion though." you remarked, focusing back on making your drink. and hoping chris will leave you alone.
he grins, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you. "damn, you're a sassy one. how come i've never seen ya 'round before?" he tilts his head to the side, his tongue wetting his bottom lip. "before you yelled at me for takin' over the bathroom, i mean."
you shrug casually, "maybe you did, but don't remember. i'm just not the type who throws herself at guys, so i probably haven't caught your attention."
you were sure he hadn't seen you before, because you had just arrived in this city over a month ago, but you wanted to mess with him a little.
your friend who was going to college nearby dragged you to a few frat parties, saying that you needed to relax a bit, after the terrible relationship you had ended a few months ago. you still hold a grudge against men and you thought it was totally stupid to start going to parties, but it seems like maybe it would do you well to have some fun. you didn't pay attention to any of the men though, every one of them was shallow and acted the same, and you're not exactly the one night stand type.
"naaah," he cooed, his tone amused. "i'd definitely remember someone so.... gorgeous." he stops himself at the last moment from calling you sexy, cause he's pretty sure you'd be closer to punching him in the face than you already are.
you scoffed, finding him completely ridiculous. another frat guy with a god complex and a playlist full of future. all bravado and loud charm, like he thought the party revolved around him, and maybe it did with the amount of people he had wrapped around his finger. everything about him screamed performance— the way he walked, the way he talked, like he'd rehearsed this a hundred times, and he probably did. you weren't impressed at all. though, your eyes lingered a second longer than you meant them to. he was hot, ridiculously so. almost as ridiculously as his stupid personality.
chris caught that, of course. his confidence increased even more than possible.
"i've never gotten your name," his voice drops an octave as your eyes meet again. he had pretty eyes.
but still— hot didn't mean interesting. or worth your time.
your fingers wrap around the red cup as you flash him a fake smile, almost giving him hope that his charm started working on you. it always works on everyone, his ego started immediately raising higher.
"and you never will."
the words leave your lips and you drifted towards the hallway, disappearing into the crowd of people faster than he could react. he's still looking at the spot where you were just standing, a smirk frozen on his face at the realization you've just completely turn him down. he blinks a few times, slowly following your path with his gaze, a frown appearing between his eyebrows.
"damn," he mutters to himself, shaking his head and taking a sip of his drink. weren't you just a ray of sunshine?
~~~
for the rest of the party chris tries to find you but it's like you vanished from the world. at some point he just goes back to his typical game— manspreading on the couch with two girls on each side of him and a joint between his lips.
the party was slowly winding down, and you were doing your best to take care of your friend, who had gotten far too drunk and ended up throwing up in the bathroom. you couldn’t help but feel sorry for her as the girl sat slumped on the floor, repeating over and over that she’d never touch alcohol again, which was a promise you both knew wouldn’t last.
the hallway was a warzone when you finally left the bathroom. beer-soaked carpets, someone’s sneaker dangling from a light fixture, and bodies either passed out or making out in random corners. your arm ached from dragging your friend’s half-conscious weight down the corridor, towards the front wide-open door where drunk people kept coming in and out every now and then.
every few steps, the girl mumbled something about taco bell, other girls being bitches, or how the world was definitely spinning. it was all a mess, and thank god you weren't wasted. then you saw him— coming in from the front steps, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, hoodie pulled halfway over his head like he hadn’t decided whether to stay at the party or go back to his room. he was the last person you wanted to see, especially like this, hauling dead weight, hair a mess, fed up with the whole night.
chris spotted you immediately, walking inside the house like he owned the place, red solo cup dangling from his fingers. he stopped right in front of you, blocking your way. his eyes dropped to your friend, then back to your face, and that stupid little smirk pulled at his mouth like it lived there. "you stalkin' me?" he asks sarcastically, wanting to get a reaction out of you.
"huh?" you raise your eyebrows.
"it's either this or destiny, 'cos no way that outta all these people here, we're runnin' into each other again."
at first you look at him fully dumbfounded, then roll your eyes, not being in the mood for his games. you try to slip past him, but it was no use. an annoying scoff leaves your lips, "move."
"ah, but why?" his tongue clicks against his teeth. "you're not happy to see me?"
"no," you say honestly, holding his gaze, the drunk girl groaned, head lolling on your shoulder. chris tilted his head, clearly amused. “you wound me.”
"good. now move." you attempted to maneuver past him again, but he stepped slightly to the side, still blocking part of the hall. not fully, just enough to be annoying. "seriously, chris," you said, glaring up at him. “get out of my way.”
the smirk on his face grows, "awww, you remembered my name. how nice. i still haven't gotten yours though."
you would've facepalm right there and then, if you didn't have to keep your drunk friend upright. "and i said you won't."
"you always this mean or is it just me?"
"just you."
chris was, in fact, amused. no girl had ever resisted his charm for this long, with such consistency. most would've caved by now, but you held your ground, meeting his gaze with fire and shooting back with witty remarks that caught him off guard more than he cared to admit.
he appreciated your looks a lot, you were hot as fuck and he would do everything just for one night with you, but your attitude was getting more and more to him with each word you spoke, making him intrigued. you seemed so completely unaffected by his attention that it frustrated him, yet still it was addictive. but he could also see the way your eyes sometimes wander down his body, before you catch yourself and look away. that's how he knows he has the chance and you're just playing hard to get.
you try to move past him again, stepping forward, close enough to brush past his chest if he didn’t move. which he obviously didn’t.
the pause was sharp. your friend mumbled something unintelligible, slumping heavier into your side. the warmth of his body makes your stomach flip.
"i can help if ya want,” he points at the girl. his voice was smooth, too smooth, and there was that same smirk on his face that you'd told him to shove earlier. "you look like you 'bout to drop her."
"i don't need your help," you shot back. "all i need is to leave, and maybe a bottle of water. you're neither."
chris raised his hands, backing off an inch, fighting the urge to close the distance between the two of you. your lips were so tempting. “a'ight," he wets his bottom lip with his tongue, looking away for a moment, the smirk not leaving his face. "i can get you a water though—" he cuts himself off at the glare you give him. “c'mon, ma, just lemme help.”
you sighed, more to yourself than at him. “why are you so persistent?”
chris shrugged, throwing the empty red solo cup aside and shoving his hands into his pockets. you could tell it's because you've told him no, that you didn't crack. he was down bad, it was obvious by the way his eyes lingered just a moment too long, by his flirtatious smile and words. chris wanted to fuck you, simple as that. but you weren't fooled. you won't be just another girl on his list of hookups, no matter how good he smelled, how blue his eyes were, how soft his hair looked, or how pink his lips were—
woah. hold on.
before any of you could say anything else, your friend lifted her head and slurred, “waaait... wait, is that the guy? the one you said is stupid but has pretty e—"
your eyes widen as you froze in place, your hand automatically slapping over the girl's mouth, cutting her off. your stomach literally dropped, it was like time paused.
your eyes slowly move back to chris, whose grin was wider than ever. his eyebrows raised, and you point your finger at him, shaking your head, immediately staring to deny everything, even if the blush on your face was clearly betraying you. "no— i did not say that.... c'mon...–" you mutter, keeping the hand on your friend's face, ignoring the pouting and unintelligible mumbling from the girl. "she's tripping. completely wasted and apparently hallucinating. we gotta go, bye!"
chris blocks your way again when you try to move past him. he crosses his arms over his chest, leaning casually against the doorframe like he'd been waiting for this moment the entire night.
"so," he said slowly, clearly savoring this. "what exactly did you say? i heard somethin' about pretty—"
"pretty damn stupid," you reply, not missing a beat and clearing your throat. "that's what she meant and that's what i've said— mentioned, actually. it's not like i would talk about you."
chris's eyes locked on yours, that irritating, satisfying smirk not leaving his face. it makes you want to both punch him, and maybe even kiss him a little, which was extremely inconvenient. "you sure?" he asked, tilting his head just enough to make your blood boil, still effectively blocking your exit. "'cause i'd reaaally love to hear more 'bout what you think of me."
you let out a dry, sarcastic laugh. "oh, i'm sure you would."
chris raised an eyebrow. "so you did say somethin'."
you scoffed, shoving past him with all the strength you had, your shoulder colliding with his chest. he moves, giving you hope that he'll let you leave, but no. his hand caught your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it tight enough to stop you.
you froze as your eyes locked with his, and the intensity in it makes your head spin. he was close, his breath warm against your face.
"oh, c'mon, don't be like this," he murmured, voice low with desire. his gaze dipped, lingering on your lips for a second too long, your heart pounding in your chest.
you get out of the trance when your drunk friend mumbles something, which helps you come back on earth, realizing what was happening. if you don't move...
"good fucking night," you snapped annoyed at yourself and him, pulling your arm free and moving past him, leaving the house. you take your hand off your friend's mouth, telling her to keep quiet in a hushed voice.
"see you at another party?" he called after you, and by the tone of his voice you just knew that this damn smile of his was glued in place, like he was enjoying every second of your frustration— and he probably did.
"if you're lucky," you answered, not even slowing down or looking back.
and damn, he hoped he was lucky.
you made it to the curb without your friend collapsing which was a miracle, honestly. the uber was already waiting, headlights cutting through the dark, engine humming like it was impatient. you yanked the car door open and guided your friend inside with the grace of someone just barely hanging on. slamming the door shut, you walked around to the other side and paused, your hand hovering over the handle.
you could still feel the heat of his body too close, the way he looked at you like you were a puzzle he was actually interested in solving, just to see what would happen if he pushed a little harder. you hated guys like that. guys who didn’t take no like an answer, just a challenge. what was worse is that something in your chest had fluttered when he kept standing there like he belonged in your way, like he knew you'd remember it later.
you scoff, getting in the car and slamming the door harder than necessary without saying a word. your friend was already out cold, head against the window, mascara smudged like a painting. the driver gave you both a look through the mirror but didn’t ask questions.
chris already lightened up a cigarette and exhaled smoke into the cool night air, watching the uber's taillights disappear around the corner as the car drives away. he stood there a moment longer than he meant to, half a smirk still clinging to his face like muscle memory. he shakes his head amused, feeling like he somehow won. yes, you were being sarcastic, playing hard to get and all that, but your friend's slip-up told him everything he needed to know. especially the way you tried to deny it. maybe it was petty but he couldn't help the satisfaction that settled in his chest— he got to you, even if just a little.
he knows you'll crumble soon enough.
~~~
the living room was quiet, a half-drunk iced coffee sat sweating on the coffee table, you curled up on the couch, oversized hoodie drowning your frame, fuzzy socks peeking out from beneath a blanket. a reality show murmured in the background, one of those trashy dating competitions where every contestant was more emotionally unstable than the last, while you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone.
just when you chuckled at some funny instagram reel, the apartment door flew open without warning.
"bitch, it's me!"
the screech was followed by the thud of boots kicking off and the unmistakable jingle of bracelets. only one person had the audacity to break into your apartment like that.
you didn’t even look up. “hi, riley."
riley tossed her bag onto the armchair and flopped down next to you, full of caffeinated energy and smug satisfaction.
"you owe me,” she announced dramatically. “like majorly.”
that caught your attention. you arched a brow, looking at your friend and dropping your phone on your lap. “what did you do?”
“i did what you asked,” riley said, eyes gleaming like she’d cracked some kind of sacred code. “i went full FBI on your guy. and girl, you aren't ready.”
right...
after the frat party two days ago, you told your friend about chris being all over you, also mentioning how riley drunkenly blurted out that you said something about chris being stupid but pretty, which meant one thing. his ego was already high but now it was definitely through the roof, while you were embarrassed, not wanting him to get any ideas. you didn't care about this guy at all, but curiosity got the best of you. that's why you asked your extroverted friend, who knew the whole campus, for help and she happily agreed.
"i owe you?" you look at her in disbelief. "girl, you were the one to almost tell him that i said he has pretty eyes. if anything, you owe me for putting me in this position."
"okay, but i was drunk. and it's not like i actually said the whole thing."
"but you dropped the word pretty while talking about him. he might be an idiot, but he can do basic math. he now thinks i'm into him."
your friend rolled her eyes, knowing damn well she kinda fucked up, but it's not like you were really mad. and after all, you asked her to find more about chris.
"alright, you wanna know or what?"
your eyes narrow slightly as you look at the girl whose smile was only growing wider.
“not sure if i'm still interested." you said flatly, but the way your spine straightened slightly betrayed you. "and he's not my guy." you add after processing her previous words.
"right," riley cackled, brushing her hair off her shoulder. she looked too excited for your liking. "you literally told me to find out everything about him. and i have receipts. literally.” she pulled out her phone, opened the notes app, and turned it toward you. “okay, so my friend has a friend who's friends with the girl whose sister was bestfriends with another girl who was sleeping with chris, so i have all the info. look."
you grimace, glancing over at the screen before riley starts speaking again. "christopher sturniolo, junior, business major, frat boy. delta chi."
you groaned, dragging the blanket over your head. just as you expected.
“oh no no no, you wanted the tea, so now listen,” riley insisted, tugging the blanket down like she was unveiling a masterpiece.
“he's textbook,” she continued, scrolling. “he's been in the frat since freshman year and he's very popular. my friend said that he's seen at least three different girls leaving chris's room in the same week, and that happens all the time."
"that's disgusting," you shaked your head.
“he's a frat boy, obviously he's gonna be gross, girl." riley replied. “my friend said he's cocky as hell, you saw that for yourself. the kind of guy who doesn’t just know he’s hot, but uses it. also he doesn't commit. most girls fall for him, but he doesn't really care."
you scoffed. “well, i'm not most girls.”
“that's exactly why he’s interested,” riley said, voice laced with amusement. “you told him no. do you know how rare that is for someone like him? he's literally a hot, emotionally unavailable, walking red flag."
"yeah, well, all of this is pretty obvious."
"some of my friends were the girls who hooked up with him and they say it's worth it though."
"oh, c'mon," you roll your eyes. "there's plenty of him. literally, the whole frat house is full of dickheads."
"true," riley agrees. "but he's popular for a reason, babe."
she reads you some more random informations, things that you could've expect. then there was a moment of silence between you two, filled only by the soft chaos of the tv show in the background. then riley snapped her fingers, eyes lighting up. "oh, and he's a triplet."
"a what?" you raise your eyebrows, looking at your friend. "a triplet," she repeated.
"great, could it get any worse?" you huff. "not one, but two more of him? holy fuck."
"now when i think about it, i'm pretty sure one of them is in my photography class. he seems less intimidating than chris though." riley gets lost in thought before shrugging.
"how is it possible you don't know him?" you look at her. "i mean, girl, you literally know everyone and you're constantly partying."
"oh, i knew he existed, just never really talked to him. and he didn't try to hit on me either, everyone knows i'm lesbian, so..."
"right," you hum.
riley adds, "you know, he might be a dick, and don't get me wrong, i know you should be careful, but... it wouldn't be bad for you to have a little fun. chris is there, trying to get your attention, so why not play around? and that was the point for you to start going on parties and loosen up a bit, so..."
she has been telling you that for a long time now, and deep down you knew she was right. it had been a few months since you left your toxic ex, and you were tired of being miserable, especially since it wasn't a part of who you were. you had always been confident, but when your ex cheated on you with another girl, it felt like your self worth got kicked in the gut. and now you had someone like chris, who was popular and handsome, and tried to get your attention, even if it was just for a one night stand with you.
"and you think chris is a good option?" you ask rhetorically, scoffing. "please."
"welllll, no, but he's not ugly and he wants to fuck you." riley says bluntly with a shrug. "when was the last time you got laid?" you don't reply. "exactlyy."
you keep silent for a moment, deeply thinking about it, even if you knew it was a bad idea. you grabbed the remote, changed the show to some trashy murder doc, and nestled deeper into the couch, trying to focus on something else.
“have you checked his Instagram?” riley asks after a moment, a small smirk forming on her face.
you frowned, "no?"
"you haven't?" the girl's eyebrows shot up. "girl, why aren't you simping? finally some not ugly guy wants you! shoot your shot?"
"i don't care," you scoffed. "that's just stupid." riley rolled her eyes, already reaching for your phone that was on your lap, "liar."
"riley—" you groaned, trying to take it from her, but she was already unlocking it— yeah, never giving her a password ever again.
“what? i'm just saying. you can tell a lot from someone’s insta. like if he’s actually a full time frat boy or some gym influencer?" her tone dripping with sarcasm.
"he probably only posts thirst traps for his hoes," you comment, rolling your eyes. "i'm not looking at that shit."
“okay,” riley said, clearly not meaning it. “i will though." she starts typing something on your phone, quickly finding his account. "but just so you know, his username is christophersturniolo, he's got a lot of followers, and... damn— yeah, he follows a lot of girls too."
"basic ass username," you huff, not losing the chance to hate on him a little. "and that already tells me everything i need to know..." you mutter, trying to seem uninterested.
“ohhh my god,” riley said suddenly, holding your phone out like she’d just spotted a ufo. “he's actually good looking. like i knew he was cute, but girl, he's so photogenic.” the girl looks at chris's posts with her eyebrows raised. "that's actually unfair."
riley was the biggest girls lover you know so when she calls a guy attractive, you know she means it.
you shook your head, forcing yourself not to look. “of course," another scoff leaves your lips.
"there's a shirtless mirror selfie and i can see the veins on his hands. i mean, ew, but also… wow.” riley was clearly exaggerating on purpose, just to get you to glance at the photos. she knew you're a slut for a man's hands.
"i don't care," you mumble, keeping your gaze on the tv, but feeling the growing urge to look at your phone.
"sure," she smirked. "i'm just gonna leave your phone here, totally unlocked, screen on, showing his feed. do with that what you will.” she set it down carefully on the couch cushion between you both, like it was a loaded weapon.
you rolled your eyes and for a solid ten seconds, you kept them glued to the screen, determined to prove a point. but then— just a quick glance. just one.
and there he was.
shirtless at the beach in one post, with a smirk that practically screamed i know you’re looking. in another, he was in some white tank top with a cigarette between his lips at a gas station. then there were a few group shots with his friends, him in the middle, always grinning, always effortlessly magnetic.
you tried to act unimpressed, meanwhile riley was living, her smile widening. "ugh, this is the worst. why is he fine? it's offensive." riley grabs the phone, clicking on some photo dump and swiping her finger. "aww, he has a dog! look at this one— oh, those are his brothers, wait..."
you just couldn’t help it and finally leaned in, peeking over riley's shoulder. "matt and nick," the girl says after tapping on the tagged people.
"damn, they're identical—" you raise your eyebrows, looking at the picture. even if the other two were just as handsome as chris, your gaze kept wandering to him. "okay, he's... not bad."
“not bad?” riley laughed, looking at you. "girl, you're full of bullshit, looking at him like you wanna—"
“shut the fuck up," you cut her off. "i'm not looking at him in any way,” you insisted. she just shaked her head at your delusion and kept scrolling. “he’s a walking red flag... a walking red flag with insane blue eyes...—" you get too focused on the picture, your voice trailing off as you take the phone from riley to see better.
“which you are currently double-tapping.”
pause.
no, no, no. there's no fucking way.
you froze, looking at the screen with wide eyes, your thumb hovered over the screen like it had betrayed you. right under his photo was a bright red heart. you actually liked chris's post from over five months ago.
you immediately unliked the photo with a horrified gasp, feeling your heart racing and cheeks growing hotter in embarrassment. but even if, you couldn't erase the digital footprint you'd just left. it was too late and if he had his notifications on, you were fucked.
"oh my fucking god— it was a slip! my thumb slipped!” you looked at your friend who tried not to laugh for your own sake.
"well, that's...." riley looks at the screen and back at your panicked expression. she also knew you were doomed.
"i'm gonna die," you mutter, staring at the phone like it could explode any second. "i'm actually killing myself. i'm gonna vanish from the earth."
"that's a bit dramatic," the girl says amused, but you didn't find it funny at all.
"dramatic?! girl, i was acting like i hate his guts at the party and now i just liked his fucking post? i might as well just shoot myself, holy shit."
"okay, look for the good sides of this..."
you look at riley as the girl tries to make you feel better, but clearly is struggling to find anything positive about what just happened. "like what?!" you finally snap." there's no good sides. he's gonna think i'm into him now." you groaned, "ughhhh, i hate my goddamn life."
"aren't you though? into him?" riley blurts out.
"riley?! no! hell no," you scoff, shaking your head. "he's an idiot."
"even a littleeee bit...?" she asked with a teasing grin, pinching her fingers together, just a tiny gap between them to emphasize her words.
you looked at her in full disbelief, slapping her arm slightly. "no!" you sigh, rubbing your temples.
"okay, relax, maybe he won't even notice." she tries to reassure you. "he's probably busy with something, it's not like he would be on his phone in this exact moment, and see that you liked his photo...."
the girl's voice trailed off when your phone buzzed and you both looked at it. a notification from instagram.
[ 1 new message...]
christophersturniolo: look who couldn't resist
then another one.
christophersturniolo: was starting to think i dreamed you up
the phone nearly slipped from your hand.
while you were close to ending up in an asylum, chris was sprawled across his bed in the frat, shirtless, one arm tucked behind his head, the other lazily scrolling through his phone. he was halfway through a reel of a guy trying to bench press a couch, when a notification popped up at the top of his screen. one new like from yourusername. he barely glanced at it and probably would ignore, but the photo someone liked was an old one, he could see. and he had this feeling in his gut... so he checked it, brow furrowing just slightly as he taps at the profile of the girl with only two posts. four mutual followers, cute little profile picture that looked suspiciously like someone he recognized, the unfamiliar name in the bio. then he checks the recent posts and that's when he sees you.
bingo.
a slow grin curled across his lips and he just couldn't believe his luck. his ego practically purred— you liked his photo. you found him, and that meant you had to search for him. not only this, but he also knew your name now, and he wouldn't be him if he didn't take advantage of it, would he? he follows you immediately.
“oh my god,” you choked, after the small moment of horror, throwing your phone across the couch. your heart was instantly in your throat, pulse drumming in your ears. “oh my actual god.”
you look at riley with wide eyes, the girl's jaw almost on the floor as she stares back at you. your entire body was stiff, the panic creeping up your neck.
"oh girl..."
"fucking shit," you mutter, shaking your head. "i swear, i'm gonna die." you buried your face in your hands while riley scrambled to grab the phone. "this is so humiliating. i look like some weirdo now, stalking him." you look at your friend again, "it wasn't even a recent post. it was a post from almost five months ago. five! i can't even imagine how satisfying it has to be for him."
riley looks at the screen, "he followed you too."
"what?!" you reach for the phone, needing to see it with your own eyes. "oh, fucking great. even better."
"you gonna reply?"
"are you crazy? what would i even say? 'yeah i was stalking you and my thumb slipped?' oh, please." you scoff at your own stupidity. "i am not replying."
"yes, you are."
"nope. not happening. i'm deleting my account or moving back to my hometown. i'm gonna raise goats and forget what wifi even is."
"or,” riley said, forcing the phone back into your hands, “you could be normal for once and text him back.”
"girl, no. i don't know what to say. he already thinks i searched him up and now he knows my name. i've just lost all my power.” riley rolled her eyes at your dramatic ass. “let's start with the fact you never had power, you just have a really good poker face. but now you’ve got his attention again and if you don't text him back, it'll be more embarrassing than liking his picture by accident."
you chewed on your bottom lip, staring down at the message like it might explode if you touched it. part of you wanted to toss the phone out the window, but another part wanted to type something back. still, you hesitated.
“text. him. back,” riley demanded, practically bouncing. “you don’t have to fall in love with him, babe. just mess with him a little, have some fun. he's cocky, right? so throw him off. you're good at that.”
you took a deep breath, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. it was easy to be unbothered by chris's charm at the party, but now you felt weak when he had the knowledge of you stalking his account.
you unlocked the phone, opening the notification and reading his messages once again. your thumb hovered over the keyboard, your pulse racing
"okay, fuck it." you mutter. riley leaned in like a nosy coach. with a deep breath and a smirk slowly tugging at the corner of your lips, you slowly started typing.
yourusername: wow already imagining me in your dreams? that was fast
yourusername: it was just a pity like dont let it go to your head
sent.
riley smiled, getting all excited about this whole thing. your nerves eased slowly as you stare at the screen, the three dots popping up and disappearing. not even a thirty seconds later you get a respond.
christophersturniolo: harsh
christophersturniolo: you were a bit nicer when you were checking me out at the party
your jaw dropped. "did he just—?”
riley screamed, covering her mouth. "before you say anything," you quickly say, pointing your finger at the girl. "i was not checking him out. just... looking. it was a glance actually. a tiny, curious glance."
which wasn't true since your eyes did wonder up and down his body a few times, you just didn't know he caught that, and that he would take advantage of it like this.
"i'm not saying anything," riley raises her hands up in surrender.
another message.
"oh my god," riley said, grinning and looking at you. "he wants you sooo bad."
you couldn't even process what just happened in the last few minutes.
"that's terrible," you mutter still in disbelief, turning off your phone and putting it down on the coffee table. "see me on friday? i'm not going to any frat party ever again."
"girl—" she gives you a glare before rolling her eyes. "you have to go, are you kidding? this guy is down bad, you can't lose this opportunity."
"opportunity for what, exactly?" you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "i'm not gonna let him hit."
riley doesn't believe you.
~~~
friday came sooner than expected and after much persuasion from riley, you finally agreed to go to another party, feeling like you couldn't give chris the satisfaction. if you didn't show up, he'd think he had some kind of power over you, which he didn't.
after getting all dolled up, you and riley arrived at the frat house around 10pm, immediately finding some of your other mutual friends. the music was blaring in the house, most people were already tipsy and you actually felt a hint of excitement for the night, also hoping chris won't bother you too much. there's a high possibility you won't even see him, there's a lot of people here after all.
"girl, you won't believe who i just saw," one of your friends stumbled outside after about two hours of partying, when you and a few other girls went out for a cigarette. you look at her with a frown when she interrupts you mid conversation. "who?"
"jake's bitch is here," she says with a shake of her head, drunkenly trying to light up her cigarette.
you feel annoyance building up within you immediately at the mention of your ex's name, and that the girl he cheated on you with was at the party. it meant only one thing— your ex had to be here too.
you take a long drag from the cigarette, the wheels in your head turning. you'd see jake and that girl on instagram so many times, stalking her account to see what she has that you don't, but you never saw them together in real life.
"where?" you ask casually, exhaling the clouds of smoke. the girl shrugs, "in the kitchen." you hum and nod, finishing your cigarette before going back inside the house, not bothering to wait for your friends.
now you're more focused on your surroundings, paying more attention to people who pass by. you wanted to meet this girl, not necessarily talk to her or jake, but you wanted to see them, to be sure that their relationship doesn't affect you. it was a fact that you got over it a long time ago, but you felt that you were missing something to completely heal and maybe seeing them, realizing that you truly don't care, was just that thing.
you find yourself in the kitchen, the music thumped from the living room, but it was quieter here. a few people taking shots, some couple in the corner making out, but no sight of the girl or jake.
you decided to make yourself a drink while you're here, looking through all the alcohol on the kitchen island. there was so much of everything that you weren't sure what to chose.
"having fun?" chris walked up behind you out of nowhere, oozing confidence. after looking for you for the past hours, he finally spotted you a few minutes ago and followed to the kitchen without you even noticing. "how 'bout fireball?" he asks, seeing how you try to decide what to drink. he also notices your slight annoyance, wondering if it's just your usual attitude or something pissed you off. surprisingly, not him yet. "one shot and you'll forget anything you thinkin' about."
the sigh you let out after hearing chris's voice was amusing to him, you clearly don't enjoy his presence at all. he really picked a great moment to talk to you, just after you found out that your biggest opp is at the same party.
"so one shot and i can forget about you bothering me? tempting," you mocked him, not even sparing him a glance.
chris grabs two red solo cups and the rest of the stuff he needs, his lips twitching upwards. "just admitted to thinkin' about me. we're clearly getting somewhere."
you rolled your eyes, glaring at him while he casually starts making your drink. "if i'm getting anywhere, it's away from you."
"but why? so you could stalk my instagram in peace?" his smirk grows after locking eyes with you and seeing your expression.
a flicker of heat rises in your face and you mentally curse yourself for it, or even checking his profile in the first place. chris looked like a little kid who just opened gifts on a christmas morning. he clearly was waiting to use this whole 'stalking him' accident against you.
"i was not stalking you," you mutter, not even sounding convincing. chris hums, "oh, sure. which post was your favorite? the one you liked?"
taking a deep breath to help you cool down, you lean against the kitchen island, watching chris making the drinks. he looked incredibly fine tonight, wearing black baggy pants, his usual backwards hat and a black, pirate girl tank top with a bracelet wrapped around his wrist, as always catching your eye. this outfit made a shiver goes down your spine and you didn't like that at all. he was just a cocky, stupid guy whose live revolved around girls and parties. still, you weren't able to take your eyes off him. it was impossible to say he wasn't attractive and you didn't even try lying to yourself.
"no, actually the one with your brothers. they're so hot, especially... nick? yeah, totally my type." you fake smile, bullshitting him, your voice sweet as honey. it's not like you actually paid attention to his brothers while scrolling through chris's instagram.
but chris just grins, handing the red solo cup to you, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "you wanna try to shoot your shot with him?" he asks casually. "unless you're a guy with a mustache, he won't be even lookin' in your direction."
you blink, processing his words and starts to feel even more stupid than you already were. "he's gay?"
"yeah," he nods. "and matt has a girl so i'm your only option." chris's smirk widens. "we're basically identical so sayin' that nick is your type, you just said i'm your type." he takes a sip of the drink, eyes never leaving yours. "but you did your research, i see. good girl."
his words make your thoughts wander in places you didn't want them to.
a scoff leaves your lips as you shot him a glare, finally grabbing the red solo cup from him. "don't flatter yourself. you're not my type."
"oh, no?" he raises his eyebrow. "i think we both know you're lyin', sweetheart."
“please,” you deadpanned. “you really think you’re that guy?”
chris shrugged, leaning in a little closer, deliberately invading your personal space. “why not? i'm the life of the party, girls would fight to get jus' the slightest of my attention... i don't know why you tryna hold back so much, but i'd make you feel so good. tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
your stomach flips when his voice gets lower and his eyes seem more intense. chris was on a mission tonight— to make you crack. the thing was, you knew you started giving in the moment you decided to come here tonight, even after swearing that you wouldn't. though you were still thinking of what riley said, that it's not wrong to have fun and chris was right here.
instead of answering, you take a sip of the drink he'd made you, the alcohol burning in your throat. "that's... strong," you mutter, grimacing.
his lips curled into a smirk, sensing your small frustration. "hell yeah, it is." he leaned against the counter next to you, one elbow resting on the cool surface, his body angled just enough that he was eye level with you. "you gonna ignore my question?"
"listen, i definitely—" you cut yourself off as your eyes wander to the people who just entered through the kitchen doorway.
your ex with his current girlfriend, surrounded by a few friends. they hadn't noticed you yet, which gave you a moment to look at them— how ugly he was, sometimes you wondered what you saw in him. and that bitch? her smile was faker than her eyelashes. you didn't know how she could be so chill and happy in a relationship with him, when he cheated on you with her, and you believed that someone who cheated once will do it again. maybe she was just as stupid.
"you gotta be kidding me," you mutter to yourself, eyes not leaving jake and the girl as you finally see them in real life. they were just across the kitchen, talking to some people, the grin on jake's face making your blood boil. you feel a wave of negative emotions going through you— not saddness or hurt, but annoyance and hatred. you actually couldn't care less about them, your heart wasn't sinking. jake had been gone from your life for long enough that he didn't hold power over you anymore, but he still had that smug look on his face, like he was untouchable. and that was what annoyed you.
you hadn't realized you were staring until chris spoke. "what?" his gaze followed yours, now looking at the group of people across the room, sensing your sudden annoyance. he doesn't see anything special. "you look like you wanna snap someone's neck. hopefully not mine," he adds with a hint of sarcasm, looking back at you.
you ignored his teasing, eyes locked on jake and the girl on his side. "that's my ex," you muttered, clearly disgusted.
chris raised an eyebrow, his curiosity spiked. he took a second, squinting toward where your ex was chatting up with a few people. "him?" chris grimaces when you nod, wondering how the fuck someone who looked like that pulled you. "what'd he do?"
you scoffed, a sarcastic, dry little laugh slipping out. "oh, please. what didn't he?
he didn't push you for more details, his gaze flickering between you and the guy across the room. chris thought he'd seen every single one of your death stares, since you didn't spare him and gave him plenty of them, but your gaze at that moment was even sharper than ever. this guy must have gotten under your skin really bad. jake was laughing with some people, clearly not paying attention to his surroundings just yet. chris glances back at you, "he looks like a dick."
your eyes flashed with a hint of amusement and for the first time you'd give chris a real, not sarcastic smile. "he is one," you reply, taking a sip of your drink and glancing at chris. "he cheated on me with her," you say casually, gesturing subtly towards the girl on jake's side.
chris's eyebrows shot up and he looked at the guy again. he grimaced, trying to process what you just said. "there's no way that this cheated on you," he finally mumbled, looking back at you with disbelief. "you're literally out of his league, who the fuck gave him the confidence to think he could play you?"
he thought it was absolutely ridiculous that someone like your ex had a chance with you, but you kept turning chris down and acting like you didn't find him hot. but now he understood why you were so stubborn and tried not to fall for his charm.
your gaze flickered away from jake and back to chris, for a moment the room seemed to spin around you. after emptying your drink, you put the red cup down and shrug, trying to seem nonchalant even if deep down you appreciated his words. "it's also funny 'cos he tried to get me back, saying it was a mistake, but after i told him to fuck off, he immediately went back straight to her."
chris scoffs, "yeah, too late, buddy." you both went silent for a moment, the music loud in the house yet all you heard was the pulse in your ears. "you wanna get back at him?"
you frown, watching as chris casually takes a sip of his own drink, eyes locked on yours and that familiar smirk tugging at his lip. "i don't care—"
"m'not sayin' you do, but it'd be fun to mess 'round a little, don't you think? especially that he clearly wants you back, i mean... who wouldn't?" he straightened up slightly, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. "he had to be really blind and dumb for fumbling ya."
you look up at him slightly confused. "and what do you have in mind?"
in that moment chris had a good feeling that he's actually getting somewhere. even if his excuse was to 'get back' at your ex, he clearly just wanted to get what he craved— you.
he reached out, casually brushing a few strands of your hair behind your ear, shifting just a little closer, testing the waters. your gaze followed his hand and went back to his eyes. you knew damn well that if you don't step back something will happen. he was close enough to feel his cologne, his eyes dropping to your lips.
"i've got a lot of ideas," he mutters, his voice lower. "you just gotta let me. y'know, it'd probably really piss off that dude. don't you wanna feel this satisfaction?"
your eyes narrow, knowing what chris was doing, how he tried to take advantage of the fact you might want to get back at your ex, and chris was right here, next to you. in fact you were sure that jake would tweak out 'cause even when you were together, he was always insecure about other guys. and maybe you couldn't give a fuck less about jake, but seeing his reaction would be priceless.
"you think i'm stupid?" you ask him, raising an eyebrow. "i know exactly what you're doing, chris."
"and?" he smirks unbothered, his fingers gently brushing under your chin as he tilted your head up to meet his eyes. "is that a yes or no?"
your eyes moved back to jake who finally noticed you, catching your eye. that stupid grin stretched across his face, like you were supposed to be impressed. but you could also see the small frown on his face as he sees you with a frat guy.
chris looks at you with eager anticipation as you lock eyes with him, making your decision in a moment of pure, reckless impulse. your heart raced and without thinking, you leaned in, gripping his tank top to yank him closer, he immediately gets the hint and his lips are fast to find yours.
it was quick, you kissed him back after a moment with a soft hum, his hand slipping to the back of your neck. for a second your mind went blank, the feeling of chris's lips on yours was too much to deal with, and the biggest mistake was that you didn't think about how this would make you feel, or that you're literally giving chris what he wants. you just needed to send a clear message to your ex. but in that moment, as the kiss deepened, your breath quickened and you realized that you might've done something completely different, not expecting the butterflies in your stomach, or how your body felt like it was on fire, craving more. your lips slightly parted, letting his tongue tangle with yours, his drink forgotten somewhere on the counter.
chris is absolutely in heaven, feeling your body so close to his and how responsive you are, his pants growing tighter and he never wanted anyone as bad as he wanted you. he places his free hand on your hip, pushing you gently against the counter, both of you growing more excited with each second, and you find yourself really enjoying it. he was a good kisser, better than you accidentally imagined once or twice, and it was impossible to get enough of him.
the ache between your legs started growing, the noise of the party completely fading away, his lips felt so soft and warm against yours, it was making you crazy. chris's thoughts scattered, all he could focus on was the way you taste, the way your breath hitched when his hand moved on your neck, or how you pressed against him like you needed him as much as he did.
you pulled back slightly to catch some air, your lips still inches from his, feeling your heartbeat rush in your chest. this wasn't supposed to be anything, just a quick, impulsive kiss, and yet— his hand had been too warm at the back of your neck, his mouth moved a little too well, and the way chris slowly pulled back, like he knew something unfamiliar twisted low in your stomach.
your eyes flutter open, immediately locking with his full of desire stare. he scans your flushed face closely, not looking away for even a second. "it worked?" his voice low and hoarse, a shiver goes down your spine. you could feel your panties sticking to your wet folds.
"huh?" you let out, not knowing what chris is asking about.
the corner of his mouth twitches in satisfaction. he had you completely wrapped around his finger now, he believes. "your ex," he murmurs.
"oh," you blink, only now remembering why did you and chris kiss in the first place. your gaze wandered across the kitchen, but didn't see your ex or his girlfriend anywhere, only his friends were still standing there and talking. you were sure jake saw this whole scene though, he clearly couldn't take it and had to leave.
but you truly couldn't care less when you had chris in front of you, with his hands still on your body, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your skin.
"i guess," you mutter back, trying to process what just happened and how did it make you feel. and how you didn't want to pull back from him.
chris feels your grip on his shirt loosened, but he wasn't going to let you slip away again. you finally gave in, even if it was just to get back at your ex. he didn't care, all he wanted was you with him tonight. he was too desperate for you.
he tilted his head slightly, eyes roaming all over your body like he was undressing you one thought at a time. "come upstairs with me." he says almost nonchalantly, the intensity in his eyes betrayed him though. he wasn't sure if you'll tell him to go to hell again or just finally give in, but he had a good feeling...
for a second you stared at him, caught somewhere between a scoff and a sigh. you should've said no. you're aware this is the worst idea ever and that you'll probably regret it tomorrow morning, or even in a few hours, but...
"is there anything special to see?" you ask with a hint of sarcasm, trying to calm down your breathing.
he smirks, his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he glances sideways amused. it was frustrating how hot that stupid little move was, and you could've folded right there and then.
then he looks back at you, a silent challenge dancing in his eyes. "i mean, i ain't gonna tell you. gotta check for y'self."
you hum, "let's see then."
chris couldn't believe his fucking luck. maybe your ex was a dick, but he was actually grateful for his presence at this party cause otherwise, you wouldn't be following chris to his bedroom right now.
you both made your way upstairs, chris pushed open the door to his room without a word, holding it just long enough for you to step inside. that same maddening smirk tugging at his mouth and you hated how your stomach flipped at the sight.
once the door is shut behind you two, he spins you around and presses you against it, and without a warning, he closes the distance between you, capturing your lips in a rough, impatient kiss. his hand slide up to tangle in your hair as he pours all his pent-up frustration and desire into it. you immediately respond, placing your hand on his jaw as the kiss deepened, his tongue pushing past your lips to claim your mouth.
you feel his other hand on your waist, pulling you flush against him so you're able to feel how hard he is even through your clothes. you whimper against his lips, causing his dick to throb in his pants, the heat building between your legs. his hands slide down from your hair to grip your thighs, lifting you up against the door. you wrap your legs around his hips, your dress rolls up, his hard length pressing right against your center. your fingers were already moving to his hair, your long nails grazing just enough to make him exhale through his nose, biting gently on your bottom lip in response. the cap on his head shifted, slipping sideways like it was about to fall.
"careful," he mumbled against your lips, pulling back slightly, a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth. "you gonna knock it off."
you rolled your eyes playfully, about to reply with something sarcastic, but then he casually snatched the hat off and dropped it backwards onto your head, his eyes lingering on your face. "here," he muttered, voice low.
you adjust the cap on your head, looking at his swollen lips and his hair. he looked fine as fuck.
"now your hair is messy," you say, raising your eyebrows. chris shrugs nonchalantly, starting to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck as he grinds against you slowly. "make it messier then," he breathed the words against your skin, his hands squeezing your ass. you hum, tilting your head to the side to give him more room as he sucks on your neck, leaving a mark.
your fingers slid right back into his hair, your back pressed against the door. "oh—" your breathing gets heavier when he grinds harder against you, feeling how wet you're getting through your panties, satisfaction curling in his chest.
"shittt, you're so fuckin' responsive," he hisses, snapping his hips faster, dry humping you against the door. his hands move up and down your thighs, sending shivers down your spine. "ya feel what you do t'me? you like that, huh?" he stops moving, reaching between your bodies, his hand close to your heat. you bite down on your lip, locking eyes with him. "the past weeks i was fuckin' dreamin' about this."
"yeah?"
"fuck yeah," he scoffs. "you can make me hard with jus' one look in my direction, and don't lemme mention that fuckin' smart mouth of yours..." he walks over to the desk, sitting you down on the edge of it, his fingers moving along your pussy, feeling the wetness even through your underwear. "look at you," he smirks, your legs leaving his waist as he stands between them, spreading them wider. "you were acting so tough and now i got you soaked. how pathetic."
it really was pathetic, your cheeks growing hotter with embarrassment, but there was no point in denying that chris is turning you on.
"shut up," you huff, looking away from him, trying to hold on to the last scraps of dignity you had left— though those probably vanished the moment you stepped into his room.
"watch it," he warned, eyes twinkling with mischief and he tilts your chin back towards him. "eyes on me, pretty girl." he yanks your panties down, tossing them to the side and pulling your dress up around your waist. your breath hitches when he kneels down on the floor, trailing kisses up your thighs.
"chris..." you mutter weakly, clenching around nothing. the sight itself was pretty fucking hot.
"shh," he gently bites on your skin, groaning softly as he gets an unobstructed view of your glistening pussy. with a firm grip on your thighs, he draws you closer until you feel his warm breath against your entrance. "you talked back to me too many times."
he smirks up at you, his blue eyes burning with desire. he leans forward, burying his face between your legs, giving you a teasing lick up along your folds, tasting you. a quiet whimper escapes your lips, your fingers tangling into his hair for some kind of support. his tongue begins exploring eagerly, swirling around your clit and making you moan loudly.
you look down at him, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, eyebrows scrunched together like you're trying to hold back any noises but aren't able to, a few of them slipping past your lips. "oh— ohh shit.... f-fuck, chris—" you moan when his tongue flattens and licks all the way up your pussy slowly, before sucking on your clit. you arch your back, pressing against his face harder and getting a hum in response.
"please, don't— don't stop, oh my god..." your grip on his hair tightened when his tongue slides inside you, fucking you with it, his nose pressing against your swollen bud, giving it extra pressure. chris loves your reactions, he can't believe he finally has you like this, but he's not going to waste any second. his dick is uncomfortably straining against his pants.
he pulls back, putting two fingers inside you, curling them upwards to hit the spot that makes your vision go blurry. "oh, you beggin' now? don't want me to stop? where'd that attitude of yours go, huh?" he teases, speeding up his movements, the wet squelching fills the room, a warm flush spread across your cheeks from embarrassment. you bite down on your lip, tightening around his fingers and your legs start to shake. "gonna cum?" he asks mockingly and you nod weakly, feeling the pressure in your lower belly growing. "yeah, not yet."
you whine frustrated when chris pulls his fingers out of you, your orgasm just out of reach. "you're joking—"
"m'not," he cuts you off, licking his lips and fingers clean and slowly standing up, the smirk on his face still present. his chin is glistening with your juices. "you made me have to rub one out to thoughts of you a bunch of times, and you think i'm jus' gonna let you cum now?"
you look at him in disbelief, your chest raising and falling rapidly, your pussy pulsing desperately as you watch chris's hands working on his belt. "gonna show me what else you can do with that mouth, smartass?"
you nod without hesitation, slowly sliding off the desk and taking off your stupid heels. then without breaking eye contact, you sank to your knees, the floor cold against your skin. "who would've thought you gonna be such a good girl f'me?" he raises his eyebrow.
chris swallows, your hands unzipping his pants and pulling them down just along with his boxers. his dick splits out, smacking his stomach. you look at him in awe, licking your lips unconsciously, a bead of precum already at the tip. "holy shit, chris." the words leave your mouth before you can stop them, making his smirk widen. "take that off," he mutters, pulling the cap off your head and tossing it aside. his fingers swept through your hair, collecting it into a messy ponytail.
you start stroking him slowly, eyes locked on his again. then you give him a kitty lick, his dick twitching in your grip at the sudden contact of your mouth. "fuck," he groans, his head tilting back and eyes fluttering shut when he feels you slowly taking him further into your mouth. but just as fast as his eyes had shut, they snapped open again, focusing right back on you. there was no way in hell he was gonna miss the sight of you on your knees with his cock in your mouth like that.
you hum around him, sending vibrations through his entire body, his tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag and pull back slightly. your tongue swirls around the head of his dick while your hand pumps the rest of him. he bites his lip, a low hiss between his clenched teeth leaves him. his hips buck slightly into your mouth, urging you to take more of him. you breath through your nose, hollowing your cheeks around him when he starts thrusting into your mouth slowly, saliva dripping down your chin as you whine around him. "yeaaaah, just like that...— holyy shiit— you're doing so well f'me, ma..." he lets out a low moan, the grip on your hair tightens. "touch y'self while my dick is in your mouth, c'mon. gonna do that f'me?" you whimper in response, your hand moving between your legs and finding your clit, starting to rub it in circles while sucking him off.
he curses under his breath, eyes fixated on you. "mhmmm, good girl," he praises, watching as you struggle, but still manage to take all of him into your mouth which was the hottest thing he's ever seen. "fuck, you look so pretty choking on my cock— shitttt—"
you moan, a few tears running down your cheeks, but he's quick to wipe them away with his thumb. you slide two fingers inside your cunt, starting to fuck yourself with them, the noises mixing with chris's low grunts. his dick twitches in your mouth and he tries to hold back, but the sight of you almost makes him lose it.
"fuck," he groans, suddenly pulling out of you, a string of saliva connecting your lips with his tip. you gasp softly for air, breathing heavily and looking at him in confusion. "almost made me nut, holy shit.... get up. don't look at me like that and stand up." he commands, kicking his pants and boxers aside and taking off his tank top with his free hand, while pulling on your hair with the other and forcing you to get back to your feet. you pull your fingers out of your hole, wiping your lips. "what—"
before you can question him, he already interrupts you. "strip and get on my bed. now."
there's not a single thought in your head, all you crave is to finally feel him inside of you.
your dress hits the floor a few seconds later, followed by your bra, and you climb onto the bed, kneeling on the mattress. "m'not cummin' anywhere else than your pussy tonight, ya hear me?"
you nod as he walks towards the bed, hungrily looking over your body. he leans forward, pulling you into another kiss before flipping you around so that you're laying on your stomach. he gets on the mattress, lifting your hips up and positioning himself behind you. his cock presses against your lower back as he runs his hand down your spine.
you whine desperately, propping yourself up on your elbows. "chris, please..."
"needy little slut," he mutters, enjoying how bad you want him, especially that you've made him wait for this moment, so he was doing the same to you now, even though he's had enough and wanted to finally feel you around him.
"shut... up..." you said under your breath, once again trying to act like you're not completely at his mercy right now. "what's wrong?" he smirks, admiring your body from this angle for a moment before gripping his cock and lining it up with your entrance. "can't handle how fuckin' wet you gettin' when i call you my little slut? scared you like it too much?" his tone mocking, yet making your pussy clench around nothing. he lets out a low chuckle after seeing that, "yeaah, you're loving that shit." he presses forward without a warning, slowly sliding inch by inch, hungrily watching as he disappears inside you.
you moan loudly, clutching at the covers, knuckles pale, your folds stretching around him. "take it, c'mon— i know you can...— fuckkkk..." he groans, your walls clamping down around him as he fills you up completely, letting you adjust to his size before starting to move his hips, thrusting into you in a slow, but deep pace.
"my god— mhhmp... c-chris, i don't know if... i can..."
"you got this, pretty." his ego grew instantly, seeing how you struggle with taking every inch of him. he reaches out and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling gently but firmly to arch your back more, his other hand moves to your hip to keep you steady as he pounds into you. "mhmm, just like that— holy shit..." he groaned at the way your cunt feels around him just perfectly, the moans leaving your mouth were like honey to his ears. he watches how his dick slide in and out of your soaked pussy, the sound of your bodies slapping together fills the room, mixed with your whimpers and his grunts. "you're so fuckin' tight, jesuss—"
"feels... amazing..." you gasp softly for air with each hard thrust. "such a good girl— fuckk, do that again— squeeze me with that tight little pussy... thereee you go..." he mutters when you clench around him. "gonna come so fast? how do you take my cock so well when you talked so much shit before, huh?"
the pleasure starts to become overwhelming, the grip on his sheets is harder as your eyes roll back, your mouth slack. "c-chris, i— ohhhh—" you stumble over your words, his tip dragging against your g-spot with each movement.
"tried so hard to be tough and now you're goin' dumb on my dick, isn't that funny?" his voice rough with lust, his hips slapping against your ass harder and faster, making you see stars.
"please, please, please—" you keep begging and moaning his name over and over like some kind of prayer. the moment so intense that you reached blindly for the nightstand, needing something to hold onto, only to knock over a can of open soda, sending it to the floor with a small thud.
chris groans, watching as you lose control and it makes his balls tighten. "godd— thaaat's it, baby... keep makin' those sexy noises, fuck—" he leans forward slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, going even deeper. "feel that? you gonna cum f'me like the good girl you are?"
"chris— mmmmhp— fuck!" you cry out, gasping for air, his words getting you to your breaking point, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you trembling and moaning loudly, your pussy gripping his dick like a vice.
he groans, feeling you clenching around him again, his release building quickly. "fuccckkk— come allll over my cock, mhmm...— m'gonna fill you up, yeah?" he grunts, hearing a whine and a weak hum in response as you ride out your high. he thrusts into you one last time, his hips jerking as he floods your cunt with his seed, painting your inside walls white. his hand lets go off your hair, letting your head fall forward on the pillow.
the room is filled with your heavy breathing, his dick still pulsing and unloading the last few drops of his cum into you. "holy shit," he pulls out after a moment, dropping down on the mattress beside you, his voice still hoarse.
"holy shit indeed," you mutter weakly, opening your eyes just to be met with his intense stare. the familiar smirk slowly creeping back onto his face.
you couldn't feel your legs.
"you spilled my last pepsi," he mumbles amused, leaning over you to grab the can out of the puddle like it was no big deal, and taking a sip to see if there was anything left to drink. he looks over at your fucked out expression, savoring this moment, feeling completely satisfied. "it was so good you had to knock it off?"
you roll your eyes at his bragging, slowly rolling over on your back, chris still hovering over you. "don't get too cocky."
"why not?" he raises his eyebrow, putting the empty can back on the nightstand. "i just had you creamin' around my dick after you swore you don't find me attractive. why would i not be cocky 'bout it?"
you sigh deeply, rubbing your temples, still not feeling the strength to even sit up. chris was actually good and you know he's got you hooked. you didn't mean to be one of his girls, but...
"don't make me regret it already," you say, only making his grin widen.
"nahh, you ain't gonna regret anythin'." he replies confidently, studying your face. "we both know you'll be back for more."
you scoff, "don't be so sure about that."
though deep down you knew he's right. there's no way you won't come back.
chris grinned unbothered, laying back with his arm tucked under his head. "your attitude being right back even with my cum still leakin' outta your pretty pussy is crazy work."
you grimaced, a small blush creeping up your cheeks. he obviously notices.
"y'know, next time i can bend you over in the bathroom downstairs." he says, referring to your first interaction. "just have a feeling you wouldn't be so mad if you weren't the one waiting outside this time."
"you're so gross..."
"am i?" he raises his eyebrow, shifting on his side and propping himself up on his elbow, his hand landing on your thigh, too close to your sensitive cunt. "or is it just you tryna gaslight y'self that you're not into that?"
you hate how he's calling you out just as much as you hate how easily you gave yourself to him for the rest of the night, letting him do whatever he wanted. you both finished too late to even return to the party, the music had stopped playing long before you were still moaning his name, and all you knew was that waking up tomorrow is gonna be fucking interesting.
a/n: i love everyone who read this whole thing 😪 credits to whoever started or wrote abt fratboy!chris x sassy!reader
chris and i have been hanging out a lot more. he's really sweet to me. seriously, he's so kind. he's a really good friend, but, he's really cute. i don't think it's normal to be attracted to a friend, yet, i can't seem to stop thinking about him. i always want to be close to him, even if that means we just sit in silence. i just like being near him. his friends are really nice too. i joined them for band practice once, obviously i was just watching them(well, i was just watching chris). he smells like really good and he's a really good hugger. i always put my face in his neck when i hug him goodbye. it sounds weird, but he's really warm. it's very comforting. we're hanging out today. actually, he's coming to pick me up in an hour. im going to get ready. hopefully he thinks i look pretty."
chris' face curved into a small grin as he held your pink diary in his hand, reading your secret diary entries. he knew he shouldn't be snooping through your diary; he just couldn't help it. he was extremely keen to know what goes on in your brain on the daily. the diary was a baby pink colour, adorned with various stickers, all showcasing your interests. curiosity burned inside him as he came to the end of the first page. he diverted his gaze to the door, quickly checking he wasn't being watched. when you were nowhere to be seen–as you were still making lunch– he flicked the page over and read on.
"dear diary, 06/04
sorry i haven't written in while, i promise to update on my life more. i just keep forgetting. chris and i still hang out. a lot, actually.
one night last week, we were in the park together. it was getting dark and we were all alone. he was making a lot of jokes(like he usually does). he was watching me laugh at him, then he stopped laughing so abruptly. i thought something was wrong! i was very worried. but he just stared at me, sighed, and said "you're so beautiful." !!!!! he !!!! called !!! me !!! beautiful !!!! oh my, oh my. i didn't know what to say. i just laughed and said "umm really?" why would i say that?! 'really?' that's so stupid! but, he didn't call me silly, he just laughed and nodded and said "yes, really. you're beautiful." i thought i was going to explode from all the butterflies in my belly. my face was so hot and i couldn't say a full sentence without stuttering, so i quietly whispered thank you.
ive finished the book i was reading. it was okayy... honestly, i was expecting a better ending. chris always lets me talk to him about the books im reading. he even said that he'll buy me a book i really want! he's so sweet. he's coming over soon. im going to help him study. and i said I'd help him with the homework for this week as I've already done it. he once told me that he probably would have left school by now if it wasn't for me. i know he probably meant it as a joke, but i couldn't help but get flustered over it. anyways, enough of that! i will update how tonight goes once he's left."
he chuckled to himself, remembering the night you had written about. he remembered the way you laughed before he complimented you; he remembered the way your flustered state was struggling to say something back to him; he remembered the way you fiddled with your hands in your lap, your face pink even in the dark sky.
"dear diary, 08/04
i helped him study and helped him complete his homework the other night. it was so much fun. i always enjoy being around him. he said i was one of the smartest people he knows! that's obviously an exaggeration.
we were both sat on my bed doing our work. he asked me to help him with a problem, so i leant over to see his book and he put his arm around my waist! he did it so calmly, as if it was normal. whereas i was trying to calm myself down and un-blush my face. is un-blush even a word? im not sure. aaannnddd... he called me pretty again. very pretty. he was smirking at me as he said it and i thought i could die. atleast I'd die happy then.
i have the fattest crush on him. i feel so bad because he's my friend! but he's really hot :( and he's very flirty at times. if you were friends with him, you'd definitely understand what i mean. he's so perfect."
he had to re-read the last paragraph a few times to make sure he was actually reading it right and not his imagination. his face turned red, a smirk growing on his face. at the time the diary entry was written, he was deep in a hole of love—well not love, but he had the biggest thing for you. he would flirt to see your reaction, but he never thought you felt that way about him at the time. he had always thought his feelings weren't reciprocated. he laughed at your choice of words, re-reading it again, before turning the page, once again.
"dear diary 26/07
oh my god! guess what the fuck happened today! i never normally swear in this diary(sorry for my bad language). before i retell what happened, im sorry for not writing. again. he kissed me!! chris. kissed. me. me!
we were in his room. he was showing me the basics of the drumkit he plays. yet, i wasn't listening to any of it, i was (unapologetically) too focused on his arms. and his hands. his fingers flexed when he pointed to a certain thing. and he was wearing a tee-shirt(i think it was a band tee? im not sure. it was definitely a graphic tee), and the sleeves of his shirt were clinging to his biceps(me next! ok joking). it was so yummy.
he moved to sit next to me on his bed once he had finished explaining. still nervous from the previous art-piece i had just seen, i stared at his floor and his posters on his wall. he has a lot of posters. i looked up at him, and he was just staring at me. silence. just stares. i thought he was annoyed that i wasn't listening to his passionate explaining, but i was quickly proved wrong when he put his lips on mine!!!
he pulled back to look at my reaction. i smiled up at him and nervously said hi. why do i always say such awkward things? ugh. he whispered hey back, then he grabbed my chin and lifted it so i was looking directly up at him. then, he kissed me again! but it wasn't a peck this time. he actually kissed me, to which i obviously kissed him back. why wouldn't i? he kissed me very slowly. he was so gentle. and his lips are so soft. so soft. :(
when he pulled away, we both just stared at eachother for a minute, his hand still on my chin. he broke the silence by saying, "i wasnt sure how that would go down. 'was scared you might slap me or something." i immediately shook my head no, which made him laugh. he's such a babe.
i promise to write more! or try at least."
he thought back on that day, trying to remember what you were looking at when he was telling you about all the different drum parts. he thought you were actually listening. fooled him. his face turned beet-red when he read over your comments on his arms. he read on, blushing even more ferociously when you said he was gentle. and had soft lips. he'd been planning to kiss you for ages at the time. yet, everytime he chickened out. too scared you wouldn't react well, or just too scared to make the move. his heart was doing backflips as he read the end of the entry.
before he could read more, he heard your footsteps lightly pad on the stairs, he placed your diary back where he had found it, careful to place it in the exact same place it was before. he tried to suppress his smile as you handed him the sandwich you had been making, before sitting beside him on your bed.
more of drummer!chris and shy!reader here 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
💬: i have officially awoken from the dead just to be plagued with a monstrous heat wave
In which . . . you get to have your fun with a whiny chris.
word count- 1,236
warnings- begging. sub!chris. vibrator use.
The first sign that Chris was in a mood came at breakfast, when he pushed his eggs around his plate with a petulant frown. You asked him what was wrong, and he just shrugged, muttering something about the coffee being too strong. You let it slide, chalking it up to a late night.
The second sign was when you were trying to work in the living room. He sprawled across the entire couch, taking up all the space with his long legs, and refused to move. When you asked him nicely, he just smirked, that infuriatingly charming smirk, and said, “Find somewhere else.”
You closed your laptop with a quiet click. Fine. Two strikes.
The third sign was the final straw. You were making lunch, and he sauntered into the kitchen, peering over your shoulder. He wasn’t being helpful; he was being a dick, reaching around you to grab things, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot on your neck. You told him to wait, that the food was almost ready. He didn’t listen. Instead, he took a taste of the sauce right from the spoon you were using, making eye contact with you as he did it.
You set the spoon down. You turned to face him, his shaggy brown hair falling over his forehead, his blue eyes bright with mischief.
You simply raised an eyebrow. “Alright,” you said, your voice calm and low. “That’s it.”
The playful glint in his eyes flickered, replaced by a flicker of interest, and maybe a little bit of fear. “What’s it?” he asked, trying to sound innocent.
“You’ve been a brat all day, Chris. Talking back. Being difficult. Doing exactly what I tell you not to do.” You took a step closer, forcing him to take a step back, his hips pressing against the counter. “I think you need a reminder of who’s in charge.”
His breath hitched. He knew that tone. He knew what followed. He swallowed, and you could see the moment his defiance started to melt into something else entirely.
“Maybe I just wanted your attention,” he murmured, his voice a little softer, a little huskier.
“And now you have it,” you said, taking his hand and leading him not to the bedroom, but to the living room. You pushed him down onto the plush rug in front of the couch. “Sit. Stay.”
He sat, looking up at you with those big, blue eyes. He didn’t argue. The brattiness was gone, replaced by a quiet, eager submission.
You moved to the bedroom and retrieved the small, powerful vibrator from your nightstand. When you returned, his eyes were fixed on it. You could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed nervously.
“Let’s see how bratty you wanna act now.” you said, kneeling down in front of him. His chest was already starting to heave with quick, shallow breaths.
You gently pushed his chest, guiding him to get comfortable on the couch. You leaned over him, your body a barrier, your face close to his. You could feel the heat radiating from him. You worked his jeans and boxers down his hips, freeing his cock, which was already half-hard, flushed and wanting. Without a word, you leaned down and took him into your mouth, just for a moment, just to wet him, to feel him twitch against your tongue. He let out a choked gasp, his hips instinctively bucking.
You pulled away, eliciting a frustrated groan. “Already?” you teased. “We’re just getting started.”
You sat up, your legs on either side of his hips, and picked up the vibrator. You turned it on, the low buzz humming in the quiet room. You brought it down, not to his cock, but to his thigh. He flinched, the sensation surprising him. You drew it slowly up the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, watching his muscles jump and his eyes flutter closed. He was already trembling, just from the teasing.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice strained.
“Please what?” you asked, tracing the vibrating head around his balls, never quite touching them directly. “You were so mouthy before. What happened to all that attitude?”
He shook his head, his jaw tight. “Wasn’t…thinking.”
“No,” you agreed, finally pressing the vibrator against the sensitive spot just below his head. His whole body jerked, a strangled cry escaping his lips. “You weren’t. So let’s see if this helps you focus.”
You began to work him, using the vibrator in long, slow strokes up and down his shaft, applying a perfect, torturous pressure. His hips were starting to move on their own, chasing the sensation. He was biting his lip so hard it was turning white.
“Keep your hands by your sides,” you commanded, and his fingers instantly splayed out on the couch right by his thighs, gripping it for dear life.
You watched him, the way his stomach clenched, the way his breath came in hot, ragged gasps. When you could see his control starting to shatter, his body tensing for that inevitable peak, you pulled the vibrator away entirely.
“No!” The word tore from his throat, a sound of pure needy frustration. “No, please…please, I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”
You smiled. “I know you will.” You waited a long, agonizing moment, watching his desperate expression, his eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling. “But not yet.”
You leaned down and took him back in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head. He cried out, a broken, pathetic sound. You could taste his precum, salty and sweet. You took him deeper, feeling him pulse against your tongue. When you sensed him getting close again, you pulled off and immediately replaced your mouth with the vibrator, pressing it firmly against the most sensitive spot, driving him insane.
He was babbling now. A broken mess of pleas and apologies. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…please, let me…I can’t…please, it’s too much, I need to-! please, I’ll do anything!!”
“You’ll do anything?” you cooed, stroking the vibrator up and down his length, watching the pre-cum leak from the tip. “You’ll stop being a brat?”
“Yes! Yes, I promise, I’ll be so good…Just please, I’m begging you…”
His blue eyes were wet, his pupils blown wide. He was completely undone, a beautiful, desperate mess just for you. His brown hair was matted to his forehead with sweat. He was yours.
You took pity on him.
You took him in your hand, stroking him with a firm, steady rhythm, and pressed the vibrator right to the base of his cock. “Alright,” you whispered, your voice a gentle command. “Let go, Chris. I’ve got you.”
He didn’t need a second invitation.
His orgasm hit him like a physical blow. His back arched off the couch, a raw, guttural cry ripped from his chest. His release spilled over your hand, hot and thick, his body shuddering and twitching through wave after wave of intense pleasure.
He collapsed back onto the couch, his chest heaving, his eyes unfocused. You leaned over and kissed his forehead, his cheek, the corner of his mouth.
“Good boy,” you murmured, and he just moaned, his eyes fluttering shut, a small, blissful smile on his face.
You cleaned him up and pulled his jeans back into place. He didn’t move. He just laid there, boneless and utterly satisfied, as you sat beside him on the couch, your hand stroking his hair. He finally looked at you, his gaze dazed and full of awe.
“I love you,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “Even when you’re mean.”
You laughed softly. “Especially when I’m mean.”
A/N- I feel like this could be better…but i hope everybody enjoys the first day of freak week!!! Thank you to @chriss-slutt for proofreading like always.
… 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! 😵💫
LIFE IN CHERRYWOODS, CALIFORNIA !
WRITTEN FOR : SUMMER OF STURNIOLO
oc's : : arlo hastings bridgette woods cash allen capri chamberlain kathryn ❛kitty❜ desmarais lilian montclair mercedes vanderbilt
ch's : : matt sturniolo chris sturniolo
the world of celebrity drama has always been interesting, but especially when it involves 3 key things: nepo babies, drama, and PR coverups. this summer, punk-pop singer matt sturniolo is fresh off the heels of his world tour, amidst rumors and scandals flying like fireflies. and, the media fans the flame with gasoline as every moment of matt's life is publicized and criticized. that includes the 4am party nights, bar fights, hookups with groupies and more. thus, this leaves his team to try to minimize the damage to what's been done. in an attempt to mould matt's 'asshole heartbreaker' persona into something softer, they come up with an idea: sign matt up for the hot new reality show, life in cherrywoods california.
projected goal : : 90k / 24 chapters
acknowledgements : : has reality tv themes/tropes ⚠︎ this piece of fiction contains mentions/depictions of drug usage + alcohol usage / unhealthy coping mechanisms using substances, features hookup/party culture
tags : : oc x chratt sturniolo fic, toxic romance, interpersonal relationships, PR relationships, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers
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f : life in cherrywoods, california
w : sturniolo triplet au's
u : crystalcider cinematic universe
ch : matt sturniolo / chris sturniolo oc : ( any oc above )
ch one ch two ch three ch four . . . to be continued
the one where chris, your boyfriend, and matt, your past college fling, are curious to know who you think is better in bed (10.9K words)
Contains: smut, porn with plot, threesome (no incest), voyeurism, m masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, slight degradation, dry humping, hickeys, multiple orgasms, body cumshot, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), breast/nipple play, unprotected piv, creampie, soft!dom! boyfriend chris x sub!fem reader x dom!boyfriend's brother matt
The drive to Chris' house was spent quietly, my hand in his, as I watched the city blur past the passenger window.
He'd been talking about this weekend for weeks. “You'll finally meet my brothers. Nick's gonna love you. Matt's an asshole but he grows on you.” I'd smiled and nodded, letting the excitement build in my chest because meeting the family was a step, a real step. These last few months with Chris felt more serious than anything I'd had done before, which meant I was ready to take the necessary steps to show him I was committed to him and this relationship.
I just wished my stomach would stop flipping.
"You okay?" Chris asked, squeezing my fingers.
"Yeah." I turned to look at him, seeing the sharp line of his jaw, and the way a strand of brown hair fell across his forehead. He was beautiful in that effortless way that still caught me off guard sometimes. "Just nervous, I think."
"Don't be." He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. "They're gonna love you. I promise."
The house was bigger than I had expected. Modern, all clean lines and warm wood, settled in a quiet neighborhood with trees that arched over the street. Chris pulled into the driveway and killed the engine, and I took a breath, steadying myself.
"Ready?" he asked.
I nodded, giving him a tight, nervous smile. “Yes.”
The front door opened into a spacious living room with high ceilings, a massive sectional, and natural light spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows. It smelled like home. Like laundry detergent and whatever candle was burning on the coffee table.
"Nick? Matt?" Chris called out, dropping his keys into a bowl by the door. "We're here!"
A voice drifted from somewhere deeper in the house. "Over here in the living room."
Chris grinned at me and tugged me forward.
I heard him before I saw him. That voice, low and lazy, calling out to Chris from the depths of the couch where he was sprawled like he owned the place. I rounded the corner with a practiced smile on my face, ready to meet my boyfriend's brother for the first time.
And then I saw him.
He looked up from his phone.
Time didn't stop. It didn't slow down or fracture or do any of the dramatic things they write about in books. It just kept moving, one second into the next, while my brain scrambled to catch up with what my eyes were seeing.
Matt.
Matt?!
The same Matt who'd spent two years of college pinning me against dorm room walls, who'd learned the exact spot behind my ear that made me shiver, who'd fucked me on my bed more times than I could count, and then disappeared after graduation without so much as a goodbye text.
The one with the same sharp jaw, the same heavy-lidded eyes, and the same mouth that had traced a path down my body numerous times. Same build, same hands, and same infuriating half-smile that was already spreading across his face as recognition flickered in his gaze.
"Wait." He sat up, phone forgotten. "No fucking way."
I couldn't move or speak. The air had turned thick and useless in my lungs.
"You two know each other?" Chris asked, looking between us with a curious smile.
I opened my mouth up to speak, but closed it immediately. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.
Matt stood, slow and easy, like a cat stretching after a long nap. He was wearing a black t-shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and chest, and grey sweatpants that sat low on his hips. Five years had done nothing but sharpen him, the angles of his face, and the confidence in his posture. He looked the same and different all at once, and I hated that my stomach flipped at the sight of him.
"Yeah." Matt said, and his voice was exactly how I remembered it. Warm and rough around the edges, carrying a hint of something teasing. "We know each other."
It hit me then, like a physical blow. Triplet brothers.
Chris had told me. He'd said it a dozen times, in passing, the way people mention obvious details. “My brothers and I. Me and the twins.” I'd heard the words but never connected them. I never thought to dig deeper because Matt had been a casual thing, a nameless, faceless hookup from a part of my life I'd packed away and left behind.
I didn't know his last name. And I never bothered to ask. Because it never mattered to know.
"What are the odds?" Matt continued, and the laugh in his voice was unmistakable. He was enjoying this. I could already see it in the way his eyes glittered. "Small world, huh?"
Chris' brow furrowed. "How do you guys know each other? Like, from where?"
"College." I managed, and my voice came out strange, a little too high. "We had some classes together." The lie felt flimsy, but Chris didn't question it.
"We had a few classes together. Ran in the same circles."
Ran in the same circles. That was one way to put it.
Chris’ face lit up with that easy grin of his. "Oh shit. That's awesome. Hang on, let me grab us some drinks while you guys catch up." He squeezed my shoulder as he passed, already heading towards the kitchen. "I'll be right back."
Don't leave me alone with him! The words were lodged in my throat, left unspoken.
The silence that settled between Matt and I was heavy and charged, thick with everything we weren't saying.
He simply watched me. With that slow, knowing gaze, that traveled from my eyes down to my lips and back up again, and I felt heat creep up my neck despite every effort to remain cool and unbothered.
"So…" he said, and the single syllable was coated in amusement. "You’re Chris' girlfriend?"
"I am."
"Damn." He tilted his head, the smile on his face sharpening. "You really couldn't get over me, huh? Had to go find and settle with my clone instead."
My face went hot. "Excuse me?"
"Come on." He took a step closer, and I held my ground even though every instinct screamed at me to back up. "Same face, same voice, and even the same way he runs his hand through his hair when he's thinking. You’re telling me that's a coincidence?"
"Chris is nothing like you."
"No?" Matt raised an eyebrow. "Then why does he have the same hands? The same mouth?" His voice dropped, just a fraction. "The same everything?"
My face went hot. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, and the way my pulse tripped over itself. Matt noticed. Of course he noticed and his grin widened.
"Still gets to you." he murmured, almost to himself. "That's cute."
"No, it doesn't get to me. And it's not like that."
"Then what's it like?" He was close now, close enough that I could smell him. The same familiar scent that I had buried somewhere deep, musky, warm and achingly recognizable. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you never got over our little arrangement. Had to find someone who reminded you of me."
"That's not true." My voice came out sharper than I intended. "I didn't even know he had a brother when we first started talking. You and I, we never talked about anything real. We just had sex, Matt. That's all it was."
The words hung between us, raw and honest.
Something flickered in his expression. Surprise, maybe, or curiosity? It was gone before I could name it, replaced by that infuriating smirk of his.
"Damn." he said softly. "That was cold."
"You asked."
"I did." He reached out, and before I could pull away, his fingers brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. The touch was featherlight, barely there, and it sent a shiver down my spine that I hated myself for. "You've changed."
"Five years will do that."
"True." His hand dropped. "But you're still pretty when you're flustered."
"I'm not flustered."
"You're blushing."
Shit, I was. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and the way my skin burned under his gaze. It was actually humiliating. Matt had always been able to do this to me, get under my skin, and unravel me with a look, a word, or a touch. And apparently, five years hadn't dulled that particular talent.
"Look," I said, forcing my voice steady. "That was a long time ago. I'm with Chris now, and I care about him. So whatever game you're trying to play—"
"Who said I'm playing a game?"
"You're always playing a game."
He chuckled, a low, delightful sound that caught me off guard. "Okay, fair. But I'm serious. I'm not trying to mess with you." He paused. "Much."
I rolled my eyes, but the tension in my shoulders eased, just a fraction.
"So..." He let the word hang. "Who's better in bed?"
I blinked. "What?"
"You heard me." Matt was enjoying this. I could see it in the way his eyes gleamed, and the way his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. "Me or him? And don't say you don't think about it. We both know you do."
"That's—" I sputtered. "You can't just ask that!"
"Why not? We're all adults here." He gestured vaguely between us. "I've had you. He's had you. Seems fair to compare notes."
"We're not comparing notes, Matt. This isn't a fucking survey."
"Touchy." He smiled. "That means I'm winning."
"Ugh, you're disgusting."
Chris returned, walking back, holding three cans of soda. He handed one to me, one to Matt, and kept the last for himself. "Everything good out here?"
"Yeah," I said, before Matt could answer. "Everything's fine."
Matt raised his can in a mock toast. "Just catching up. Reminiscing about old times."
Chris settled onto the couch, pulling me down beside him. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, warm and familiar, and I leaned into him, letting his presence ground me. "That's good. I figured you two would get along."
I felt Matt's gaze on me from across the room.
"Oh," he said, taking a long pull from his beverage. "We get along just fine."
I rolled my eyes and sunk deeper into Chris’ embrace, using him as a shield against Matt’s intense gaze on me.
The movie was Chris' choice. Something action-heavy, loud enough to fill the space between us. I tried to focus on the explosions and gunfire, to lose myself in the chaos on the screen, but I could still feel Matt's presence like a weight in the room.
He'd settled into the armchair to my left, legs spread, one ankle crossed over his knee, watching the movie with a lazy half-smile that I recognized all too well. Every time I glanced his way, he was already looking at me.
Stop it. I begged him silently. Just stop.
But he didn't. Of course he didn't.
Halfway through the movie, Chris got up to grab more snacks, and Matt shifted in his seat.
"So," he said, low enough that only I could hear. "How serious is this thing with my brother?"
I kept my eyes on the screen. "Serious."
"Like, serious serious? Or I'm-just-saying-that-because-he's-in-the-other-room serious?"
"Serious serious."
He hummed, a noncommittal sound. "Hmm."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing." He took another sip of his soda. "Just interesting, that’s all."
I turned to look at him, narrowing my eyes. "What's interesting, Matt?"
"You." He met my gaze, unflinching. "The girl who swore she'd never settle down, dating my brother. And wanting something serious out of it. Not like you at all."
"People change."
"Do they?" He tilted his head, studying me. "Or do they just find new ways to lie to themselves?"
I opened my mouth to fire back, but Chris returned before I could, arms full of chips and popcorn. "Movie still good? Did I miss anything?"
"Nothing important." Matt said, and his eyes never left mine, but I looked away first.
When the credits finally rolled and the living room dimmed into something quieter, I let out a breath I felt like I'd been holding for hours. Matt stretched, his shirt riding up to expose a sliver of his stomach, and I pointedly looked away.
"Alright." he said, standing. "I'm gonna head to my room. See you guys tomorrow."
"Nick will be back Sunday night." Chris said. "You'll meet him then."
I nodded, barely processing the words. My skin felt tight, and my thoughts were a jumbled mess.
Matt paused at the doorway, looking back over his shoulder. "Nice seeing you again." he said, and the words were innocent enough, but the smile that accompanied them was anything but. "Really."
I waited until his footsteps faded down the hall before I let my head fall back against the couch. "Your brother is insufferable."
Chris laughed, pulling me closer. "Told you he grows on you."
"Like a fungus."
"Exactly." He pressed a kiss to my temple. "Come on. Let's go to my room."
I followed Chris down the hall, past framed photos and closed doors, until we reached his room at the end. It was warm and lived-in, clothes draped over a chair, a gaming set up propped up on his desk in the corner, and the bed unmade. It felt cozy and welcoming.
After I settled in for the night and changed into my sleepwear, I crawled into bed first. I buried my face into Chris' pillow, inhaling the scent of him. It smelled clean, familiar, and most importantly, safe.
Chris slid in beside me, his arm wrapping around my waist, and his chest pressing against my back. For a long moment, we just laid there, the silence being soft and comfortable.
"Hey," he murmured against my hair. "You okay?"
"Yeah." I closed my eyes. "Just tired."
He was quiet for a moment. Then said, "So, where do you actually know Matt from?"
My eyes shot open. "College." I replied, careful to keep my voice even. "I told you."
"Baby." His hand traced a slow line down my arm. "I'm not stupid."
My heart stuttered. Fuck.
Chris waited, patient and unhurried.
I swallowed. "We used to hook up in college. Like a lot." The words fell into the silence like stones.
Chris didn't move or grow tense. After a moment, he simply exhaled softly. "Oh."
"Yeah."
He was quiet for another long beat. Then his chest shook with a chuckle. "Shit. That's actually… wild."
I turned to look at him, searching his face for any signs of anger or jealousy. But there was only surprise, and something that looked almost like amusement. "You're not mad?"
"Why would I be mad? It was before us." He shrugged casually, the motion bumping me against him. "And it's not like you knew he was my brother. How could you have?"
I let out a relieved breath. "I don't know. I just— I didn't want you to think—"
"Hey." He cupped my face, tilting it up to meet his gaze. "It was in the past. It's fine."
I nodded, letting the tension drain from my shoulders.
"Although," he added, his grin turning mischievous. "I gotta ask. Who's better in bed?"
I groaned, dropping my head onto his chest. "Not you too."
"What?"
"Matt asked me the same thing."
Chris' eyebrows shot up in amusement. "No way."
"Right after you left to get drinks. Asked me who was better between you both."
"And what'd you say?"
"I told him he was disgusting, Chris."
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only answer he's getting."
Chris hummed, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip. "I mean, for the record, I'm just curious too. You've seen both our dicks at this point. Seems unfair that I don't get to compare."
I lifted my head to stare at him, incredulous. "You can’t be serious."
"I'm just curious.” he shrugged.
"Ugh, I'm going to bed."
I said it like a final verdict, like slamming a book shut. I was already turning away from him, reaching for the pillow to burrow my face into. I was done with this conversation and this day, and the way my skin prickled from the memory of Matt's eyes on me.
"Wait, no." Chris' hand landed on my waist, fingers curling against the fabric of my tank top. "I'll be bored."
"Not my problem."
"But—"
"Goodnight, Chris."
I yanked the duvet up to my chin, and closed my eyes. I felt the mattress shift as he adjusted behind me, and I heard him let out a dramatic sigh, followed by the soft click of his phone screen lighting up.
I thought he was just doom scrolling. Mindlessly killing time the way he always did before sleep. I was already halfway to drifting off, my breathing starting to slow down, as the tension of the day released from my muscles.
Then I heard it. The outgoing ringing tone for a video call.
"Hey, Matt. What're you up to?"
My eyes flew open and my body went still.
I stayed perfectly still, face half-buried in the pillow, as my heart slammed against my ribs. The dim glow of Chris' phone screen reflected off the wall ahead of me. I could hear Matt's voice, tinny through the speaker, rough and a little amused even through the distortion.
"Nothing much. Why, what's up?"
Chris' voice was way too casual for my liking. "Come to my room. I wanna settle something."
Settle something?
The words hit me like a splash of cold water. I went rigid under the blanket, every nerve in my body snapping to attention, as I turned back over towards Chris. I knew that tone. I knew exactly what he was doing.
Matt was quiet for a beat. “Yeah? What's your girl up to?"
I heard the smile in Chris' voice before I saw the phone. “Apparently going to sleep.”
He tilted the screen towards me. I was frozen in place, caught in the frame of his camera, lying on my side with my hair fanned across the pillow and the thin strap of my tank top slipping down my shoulder. The sleepset I'd packed was soft and light, a pale pink that barely covered anything, with a low neckline. Underneath the duvet, a pair of matching shorts rode high up on my thighs, from all the tossing. I had packed this particular set because it was comfortable, and I wasn't planning on anyone seeing me in it except Chris.
And I most definitely did not anticipate Matt to see me in it.
Matt’s face appeared on the screen, and I watched the shift in his expression in real time. The lazy amusement flickering into something sharper and darker. His eyes traveled down, deliberately, tracing the curve of my collarbone and the shadow between my breasts. And when his gaze lifted back to mine, there was heat there. Familiar, dangerous, and hungry in a way that made my stomach flip.
The same way he used to look at me before he'd pin me against a dorm room wall and fuck me senseless.
"On my way." Matt said, and the call dropped.
I sat up so fast the duvet pooled around my waist. "What the hell, Chris?"
He was already grinning at me, that infuriating boyish grin that I usually found endearing but right now made me want to throw a pillow at his face. "What?"
"You know what." My voice was high, incredulous. "You just—you invited him over here. To settle something. Are you fucking serious right now?"
Chris shrugged, completely unbothered. He set his phone down on the nightstand and leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed behind his head like he didn't have a care in the world. "What? You heard him. He was free."
"Chris."
"He said he wasn't doing anything."
"Chris."
He looked at me then. That knowing, easy look on his face made me realize he planned this. He'd been turning the idea over in his head ever since I told him the truth.
"You know, I just realized something." he spoke up, and I stared at him with my heart pounding in my chest. "This whole time you didn't exactly say no either."
My mouth opened and then closed again, dumbly.
"You didn't stop me or tell me to hang up. You just laid there and let it happen."
"I was shocked." I managed to say, as my throat dried up.
"Were you?"
The question hung between us.
I wanted to be angry. I wanted to grab my pillow and storm out and say this was insane, that he was insane. I wanted to scream that we were not doing this, but the words never come. Because some small, traitorous part of me, the same part that remembered Matt's hands and mouth and the way he used to whisper filthy things in my ear while he fucked me, was silent… waiting.
Chris saw it. I knew he saw it, because his smile softened into something almost tender. "He'll be here in a minute." he said. "So you've got that long to decide if you really want to kick him out."
I swallowed. The silence stretched. And somewhere down the hall, I heard a door creak open.
Before I could formulate a response, and figure out whether I wanted to scream at Chris or bury myself so deep in the mattress that I ceased to exist, the knock came. Three short, confident raps.
Chris didn't even look at the door. His eyes were on me, that same knowing smile still playing at the corners of his mouth. "Come in."
The door swung open.
I did the only thing my panicked brain could think of: I grabbed the duvet and yanked it over my head, disappearing into the dark, muffled cave of Chris' bedding. I pressed my eyes shut like a child pretending that if I couldn't see them, they couldn't see me.
"Seriously?" Matt's voice drifted through the room, rich with amusement. "She’s hiding?"
"She’s nervous, I think." Chris said, and I could hear the grin in his voice.
"She wasn't nervous when I had her bent over the sink in my dorm room."
"Matt!"
His laugh was deep and warm, and despite myself, I peeked. Just a crack, a sliver of space between the duvet and the pillow.
Matt was standing just inside the doorway, one hand still on the doorframe, and the sight of him hit me like a physical blow.
He was wearing a white tank top. The thin fabric clung to the broad span of his shoulders, the defined curve of his chest, and the cut of his arms where his tattoo sleeve wound from his wrist up past his elbow, disappeared beneath the strap. I had traced the same tattoos with my fingers before. I remembered the feel of them under my fingertips, the way his muscles would shift as I touched him.
And below that—god—those fucking grey sweatpants of his. Hanging low on his hips, the waistband loose enough that I could see the sharp cut of his hip bones. They hung on him like they were barely staying up, like one wrong move and they'd slide right off.
I swallowed, thick and audible. And both of them heard it.
Matt's eyes found mine through the gap in the duvet, and his smile sharpened. He knew. He knew exactly what he looked like, and what that look did to me. He'd always known.
He stepped further into the room, letting the door click shut behind him. The sound was final and heavy, sealing the three of us in the dim glow of Chris' bedside lamp.
Chris shifted on the bed, making room, and Matt moved towards us with the easy confidence of someone who had never been told no in his life. His gaze traveled over the bed, to Chris, and across the lump of the duvet that was supposed to be hiding me, and that smile of his never faltered.
"So… this is cozy." Matt said, settling onto the edge of the mattress. The frame groaned under his weight, and I felt the dip of the bed through the layers of fabric. "What a shame, she’s hiding."
"I'm not hiding." I snapped, my voice muffled through the duvet. "I'm trying to sleep. There's a difference."
"Is there?" Matt's voice was closer now. He must have shifted. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're hiding."
I ripped the duvet down, sitting up so fast that the fabric tangled around my waist. "I'm not—" The words died in my throat.
Matt was right there. Close enough that I could see the individual lines of his tattoo, and the faint scar near his eyebrow that I had kissed once, a long time ago. His eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made my stomach drop.
Chris was on my other side, equally close, his hand finding my bare thigh under the duvet. His touch was warm and grounding, a stark contrast to the heat rolling off Matt's body.
They exchanged a look between me, wordless and knowing. Then the both of them turned to me, with identical smiles curling at the corners of their mouths.
I was trapped between them. Literally and figuratively, in every way that mattered. And I had no idea what I was supposed to do next.
Matt's voice cut through the thick silence, smooth and casual. "So, Chris. What exactly did you wanna settle?"
He said it with a wicked smile. His eyes flicked to me briefly, then back to Chris, and I could tell he already knew. He'd walked in here knowing exactly what his brother had planned, and he'd come anyway. Willingly and eagerly.
Chris shrugged, the picture of nonchalance, his hand still warm on my thigh. "Just a little debate, that's all. She won't tell me who's better in bed." He said it like he was discussing the weather, like he hadn't just thrown me into the middle of the most uncomfortable conversation of my life. "Figured we could settle it once and for all."
I stared at him, mouth slightly open, absolutely certain I had misheard him.
"Funny thing." Matt's voice dragged my attention back to him. He was leaning back on his palms, the thin fabric of his tank top pulling taut across his chest. His eyes glinted. "I wanted to know too."
"Oh my god." The words escaped me before I could stop them. I looked between them, the both of them wearing the same infuriating smirk. "Is this some kind of weird twin shit I don't know about? Do you guys not have any concept of privacy or TMI?"
They exchanged a glance, and something passed between them… almost like a silent communication that made my stomach churn.
"Not really." Chris said, and his voice was lighter now, more honest. "We grew up sharing a room, sharing food, and almost everything else. There's not much that's off-limits between us."
Matt nodded, his smile turning thoughtful. "Especially not when it comes to girls." He paused, letting the words hang. "We've shared one before. At the same time."
My heart stopped. Literally. I felt it stutter in my chest, skip a beat, then slam back to life so hard I could feel it in my throat. I stared at Matt, searching his face for any sign that he was joking, that this was some elaborate prank.
But he wasn't smiling anymore. Not even teasingly. He was watching me with a steady, serious gaze that told me everything I needed to know.
I turned to Chris. He met my eyes, and there was no denial there. Only a quiet confirmation.
"You've..." I swallowed. My mouth was dry. "You've both... shared a girl. At the same time?"
"Yeah." Chris said softly. "Once. A while back."
The silence that followed was deafening. My brain was scrambling, trying to process and keep up with the implication that was slowly, steadily unfurling in the space between the three of us. They'd done this before. With someone else. And now—
No. They couldn't possibly be implying...
I looked at Matt. Then at Chris. Then back at Matt.
They were both watching me with the same expression. It was calm and expectant. Like they were giving me time to catch up to what they were already thinking.
"Wait." My voice came out higher than I intended. "You're not suggesting—" I gestured vaguely between the three of us. "Right now? That we—" I couldn't even finish the sentence.
Chris' hand squeezed my thigh, gentle and reassuring. "I'm not suggesting anything you don't want."
"But you're thinking it."
He didn't deny it.
Matt let out a low chuckle, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. "Relax. Nobody's gonna push you into anything." He leaned closer, and I caught the scent of his skin. "But I gotta say, the thought has crossed my mind a few times tonight."
"Same." Chris added, and his voice was softer now, more vulnerable. "But only if you want it. Only if you're okay with it."
I looked between them, my heart hammering, my skin flushed, and my thoughts a tangled mess of this is insane and why isn't my mouth saying no.
Because I hadn't said no. Not once. And they both were very much aware of it.
The air between us thickened until I could taste it, something electric and something that hummed in the space between my skin and theirs. I was frozen, caught in the crossfire of their gazes, my breath shallow and quick in my chest.
I couldn't move. But I also couldn't look away.
My heart was a war drum in my ears, pounding out a rhythm that I felt in my throat, my fingertips, and the space between my thighs. Every nerve in my body was alive, attuned to the two pairs of eyes fixed on me like I was something precious… and wanted.
I should have been terrified. I should have been scrambling for an exit, for a laugh to break the tension, or for any excuse to retreat back under the duvet and pretend this conversation never happened.
But I wasn't.
Because lying to myself had never been my strong suit, and right now, with Chris' hand warm and steady on my thigh and Matt's gaze burning a path across my skin, I couldn't pretend I wasn't intrigued.
Matt still got to me. Five years later, in a serious relationship with his brother, and a whole life lived between then and now, but none of it mattered. The pull was still there, magnetic and undeniable, humming just beneath the surface of my skin.
And Chris... he was right beside me. Trusting me. Urging me. His hand was a gentle anchor, keeping me tethered even though I felt as if I was floating away into uncharted waters.
I was surrounded by two of the most attractive men I'd ever laid eyes on. And somewhere between the shock, the confusion, and the sheer absurdity of the situation, I realized I trusted them both completely.
Matt moved first, slowly.
His fingers found the edge of the duvet where it was bunched around my waist, and he tugged gently. His gesture, a question more than a demand. His eyes never left mine as the fabric slid away, inch by inch, until the cool air of the room hit my bare skin.
I sucked in a sharp breath. My tank top had ridden up, baring a strip of my stomach. The shorts I was wearing had hiked high on my thighs, leaving little to the imagination. I felt exposed, laid bare under the dim light, and the way Matt's gaze traveled down my body made my skin flush.
Matt looked at me like he was starving. His eyes traced the curve of my hips, the dip of my waist, and then the length of my legs. He lingered on the thin fabric of my tank top, on the outline of my nipples hardening against the thin cotton. His tongue darted out, wetting his lower lip, and when his eyes met mine again, there was something predatory in them.
But he held himself back.
I could see it in the tension of his jaw, and the way his hands were fisted at his sides. He was waiting, restraining himself. For Chris to grant him permission.
Chris' hand never stopped moving. Slow circles on my thigh, grounding me, and reminding me that he was here. And that he was okay with this.
"Hey." His voice was soft, pulling my attention to him. His gaze was warm. "Do you want to kiss him?"
The question hit me like a tidal wave.
I stared at him, breathless. "What?"
"Do you want to kiss him?" he repeated, and there was no jealousy or hesitation in his voice. "You can, if you want to."
"But—you—" I stammered, my brain short-circuiting. "You're my boyfriend."
"I know that, baby." he smiled reassuringly. "And I trust you. I know it sounds crazy, given the circumstances, but I do." His hand squeezed my thigh. "If you want to kiss him, kiss him. I'm not going anywhere."
I looked at him for a long moment, searching his face for any sign of doubt. There was none. Just trust.
I turned back to Matt. He was watching me, waiting, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. The tension in his body was palpable, coiled tight, and ready to spring at the slightest invitation.
I finally made a decision. Slowly and deliberately, I shifted my legs apart. Just a few inches, enough to create space. An invitation. A silent come here.
Matt didn't wait. He moved forward immediately, one knee sliding onto the bed, then the other, and slotted his body into the space I had created between my thighs. The mattress dipped under his weight, bringing him closer, until I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
His hand came up, fingers brushing my jaw, tilting my face towards his. The touch was featherlight, and it sent a shiver down my spine that I couldn't suppress.
Then he leaned in, and his lips met mine.
And god, it was like being struck by lightning.
The kiss was soft at first, testing, tasting, and reacquainting. Matt’s lips were warm and familiar in a way that made my chest ache, and I felt the years between us collapse into nothing. The hesitation lasted only a heartbeat, before I melted into him completely.
My hands found his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his tank top, pulling him closer. His tongue traced my lower lip, asking for entry, and I granted it without thinking or hesitating. The kiss deepened, and I felt a moan building in my throat as his hand slid into my hair, tilting my head back.
Every memory came flooding back.
Late nights in cramped dorm rooms. The press of his body against mine in the dark. The way he used to whisper my name against my skin. The way he'd look at me afterwards, elated and satisfied, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Chris' hand was still on my thigh, a warm and steady pressure that kept me grounded as I floated somewhere between past and present. I felt him shift closer, as his lips pressed against my shoulder, a gentle reminder that he was still there. That this was okay.
I broke the kiss, pulling away, gasping for air. Matt’s breath was just as ragged, his eyes now darker and blown wide.
"Fuck." he whispered. “I missed that.”
And I didn't disagree.
Beside me, Chris' lips traced a slow line up my neck, and I shivered, caught between two bodies, and two sets of hands that were slowly and carefully exploring my body.
This was happening. This was really happening.
Matt's fingers curled around the hem of my tank top, the barest brush of knuckles against my stomach. He didn't pull or tug. Just held the fabric between his thumb and forefinger, waiting, his eyes locked on mine. "Can I?"
His voice was rough, stripped of the teasing edge he'd carried all evening. This was real. This was him asking, not assuming. And I noticed he didn't look at Chris this time to seek his permission. His focus was entirely on me, unwavering, like I was the only person in the room.
My heart slammed against my ribs. I should have said no and laughed this off, and crawl out from between them and flee out the room. But my body wasn't listening to the rational part of my brain anymore.
I turned my head, hesitating, searching for Chris.
He was watching us with soft eyes, a small, reassuring smile curving up his lips. He nodded once, it was subtle. Then his voice dropped, low and husky, meant only for my ears. "Whatever you want, baby." His hand squeezed my thigh again. "I know you missed him."
Something in me cracked open. The words hit me square in the chest, loosening the last threads of resistance I'd been clinging to. He knew and understood. And he was giving me this, giving me permission to want, to take, and to fall back into something I had buried away years ago.
I turned back to Matt. "Yes." I said, my voice coming out smaller than I intended. “Please."
Matt didn't waste time. But he didn't rush, either. He reached behind his head, grabbing the back of his tank top, and pulled it off in one fluid motion. The fabric slid over his shoulders, baring his chest, and I forgot how to breathe.
He was broader and more defined than I remembered. His chest was bare, shoulders wide, and stomach tight with muscle that flexed as he moved. A thin line of hair trailed from his navel down into the waistband of his sweatpants, and I followed it with my eyes before I could stop myself.
Then his hands were on me again, and my tank top was sliding up and over my head. The air felt cooler against my heated skin, making me gasp softly. I was bare from the waist up now, completely exposed and vulnerable.
Matt's breath caught. He sat back, his eyes roaming over me like he was memorizing every curve and shadow. His tongue wet his lower lip, and when he spoke, his voice was rough.
"Fuck," he husked. "I missed these pretty tits."
Before I could respond, he tapped his thigh. A silent command saying, come here.
I moved without thinking, swinging one leg over his lap, settling onto his thighs. The heat of him seeped through the thin fabric of my shorts, and I felt it immediately: the hard line of his cock pressed against the apex of my thighs, thick and heavy even through the layers between us. A pulse of heat radiated from him, and I bit my lip to stifle the sound that threatened to escape.
Matt’s hands found my waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, guiding me closer. Then he leaned in, and his mouth was on me.
He started slow and languid. His lips pressed against the swell of my breast, trailing a path of open-mouthed kisses across my skin. His tongue traced the curve, tasting and savouring, making my eyes flutter closed.
"Matt…" I exhaled, and the sound of his name on my lips after all these years sent a shiver through both of us.
He hummed against my skin, and the vibration made my back arch, pushing my breast closer to his mouth. He took the invitation, closing his lips around my nipple, and I moaned brokenly, a sound that escaped before I could stop it.
His tongue circled the sensitive peak, before he sucked gently, drawing it into the warmth of his mouth. My hands found his hair, and my fingers threaded through the soft strands, holding him there as waves of pleasure rolled through me.
Fuck. He always knew how to use that tongue.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. His hand came up to cup the one he'd just abandoned, his thumb brushing over the wet, hardened nipple. My hips shifted restlessly against his lap, and I felt his cock twitch beneath me, a reminder of how hard he was and how much he wanted this.
In the haze of my pleasure, I remembered I wasn't alone. I opened my eyes, turning my head, searching for Chris through the thick fog of want.
He was leaning against the headboard, shirtless, with his pajama pants bunched around his thighs. His hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly and lazily, just enough to take the edge off and soothe the ache. His eyes were fixed on us, sharp and hungry, but there was no jealousy there. Only lust and patience.
He was waiting and watching. Letting Matt and I have this moment. When our eyes met, he gave me a small, crooked smile, and his hand never slowed its rhythm.
I bit my lip, as heat flooded through me at the sight of both of them, one beneath me and one behind me, both wanting me and waiting for me to lead.
Matt's mouth left my breast with a wet pop, and he looked up at me, his lips swollen and his eyes dilated. "You okay?"
I nodded, breathless. "Yeah."
His hands slid down my waist, settling on my hips. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet."
Chris' voice came from behind me. "What do you want him to do to you?"
The question landed heavy in the space between us. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The options were endless, spinning through my mind in a haze of heat and want. I thought about what I really wanted and what I'd been too afraid to admit even to myself.
I wanted to be used. Tonight, I wanted to be Matt’s fuck toy, and his to take apart piece by piece. I wanted to surrender to the feeling of two bodies surrounding me, consuming me, and leaving no part of me untouched.
I looked down at Matt, meeting his icy blue eyes, and I let the honesty bleed into my voice. "Touch me."
The words were simple, but they carried everything. I swiveled my hips, giving him an intentional grind against his clothed cock, and the friction dragged a hiss from between his teeth.
"Shit." he groaned, his fingers tightening on my hips. "Yeah, okay."
Matt’s hands found the waistband of my shorts, and he peeled them down my thighs, lifting me just enough to slide the fabric away. The cool air caused goosebumps on my newly exposed skin, and I was suddenly, completely naked, straddling his lap with nothing between us but his sweatpants. He looked down, and his breath caught.
I was already soaked and glistening. The evidence of my arousal was impossible to miss, coating my thighs, catching in the dim light. Matt let out a low hum of satisfaction, the sound vibrating through his chest.
"Goddamn." he murmured. "You're already so wet for me, sweetheart."
His hand moved between us, his fingers grazing my cunt with barely any pressure. I whimpered at the touch, my hips bucking involuntarily, chasing more of his touch. Matt took his time, spreading me open with expert fingers, parting the slick petals so his middle finger could drag through my slit from entrance to clit.
I shook in his lap, my nails digging into his shoulders as a sharp gasp tore from my throat.
"That's it." he coaxed, watching my face. His finger circled my clit slowly and torturously, and I felt my whole body tremble. "You remember this, don't you? You remember how I used to make you feel."
I couldn't answer. My mouth was slack open, as my breath came in short, ragged bursts.
He slid one finger inside me, then two, curling them upwards, pressing against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. His thumb kept working my clit in tight, wet circles, and he watched my face contort from the pleasure, his own expression mirroring mine. He was feeding off my pleasure like it was his own.
"Look at you." he said, his voice rough with unadulterated lust. "Taking my fingers so fucking good. You always did. You always took everything I gave you."
All I could do was moan in response, broken and breathless, as my hips rocked against his hand.
"Tell me how it feels." he demanded.
"Good." I gasped. "So fucking good, Matt."
"Yeah?" His fingers pumped faster and deeper, the wet sounds of my cunt filling the room. "You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?"
Behind me, I could hear Chris. The rapid pumping of his fist around his cock, the broken moans slipping past his lips, and the rushed, ragged breaths that told me he was just as lost in this as I was.
"You're doing so good, baby." Chris panted, his voice coming out strained. "Keep going."
I was overwhelmed. The praise, the filth, the feeling of Matt's fingers inside me, and Chris' voice in my ear, it was too much and not enough all at once. My body was wound tight, trembling on the edge, and Matt could feel it.
"That's it." he grinned, his thumb pressing harder against my clit. "Come on now. I've got you. Let go for me."
And I surrendered completely. The orgasm crashed through me, violent and all-consuming. My back arched, my nails dug into Matt's shoulders, and a cry tore from my throat as I came undone on his lap and hand, slick, hot, and shuddering.
He worked me through it, fingers slowing, more gentler now, drawing out every last wave until I was slumped against him, gasping, with my forehead pressed to his.
Matt pulled his hand away, and I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he brought his soaked fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied smile.
Chris' voice came from behind me, low and gruff, cutting through the haze of my spent orgasm. "Come here. Let me clean up that mess."
I peeled myself off Matt's lap, my legs shaky, and my skin still humming from the aftershocks. Chris reached for me, his hands finding my waist, guiding me down onto the bed beside him. He moved over me, settling between my trembling thighs, and I felt the cool air hit the slick evidence of what Matt had done to me.
He looked down at where I was still dripping and splayed open, and let out a hum of approval. "Fuck," he murmured, licking his lips. "You made such a mess for my brother, huh? Such a slut for him, and you couldn't help yourself."
I whimpered at his dirty words as he lowered his head, his breath warm against my oversensitive skin. His tongue traced a slow line through my folds, collecting every drop of what Matt had caused. The sensitivity sent a jolt through my body, and I bucked against his mouth, a broken cry escaping my lips.
"Chris—"
"Shh." he soothed, his voice vibrating against my clit. "I've got you."
His mouth was different from Matt's. Slower and more tender in a way that made my chest ache. He licked into me like he was savouring something precious, his tongue circling my clit with gentle precision that built a new pressure low in my belly. My hand found his hair, tangling in the soft strands, keeping him close as I rolled my hips against his face.
I looked down, to watch Chris work, and that's when I saw Matt.
He had moved, kneeling beside me on the bed, his hand wrapped around his cock. It was just as I remembered, thick, pink, and heavy. The tip was already glistening with precum, and my mouth watered at the sight.
Fuck, I missed his cock.
Matt caught me staring and grinned, that familiar, wicked grin that had always undone me. "You wanna taste it, don't you?" His voice was rough, but strained. "I can see it in your eyes."
I nodded, already reaching for him, my hand wrapping around his shaft. He was hot and silky in my grip, and I pumped him slowly, watching the way his stomach tightened with each stroke.
"Let me feel that pretty mouth of yours on me." he ordered. "I know you suck dick good. You always did."
I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to catch the bead of precum at his tip. The taste of him flooded my senses, it was salty, familiar, and him. I simultaneously moaned at the sensation of Chris' tongue still working through me between my legs.
I wrapped my lips around the mushroom head, taking Matt in slowly, my eyes locked on his. His breath hitched as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking gently before pulling back to trace the length of his shaft with my tongue.
"Fuck," he hissed, his hand finding my hair. "Just like that."
I took him deeper, letting him slide past my lips until he hit the back of my throat. The vibration of my moan, pulled from me by Chris' relentless mouth, rippled through Matt's cock, and he bucked his hips with a sharp groan.
"Shit." he gasped. "You're gonna make me lose it."
His grip tightened in my hair, and he started to move, fucking my mouth with slow, deep thrusts. Each one pushed him further down my throat, and I took it, my eyes watering, and my hands gripping his thighs for balance.
"Look at you." he praised, his voice sounding ragged. "Taking me so fucking well. Good girl."
Below me, I felt Chris humping the mattress, his hips rutting against the sheets as he ate me out with increasing urgency. His moans were muffled against my cunt, but I could feel them vibrating through me, adding another layer to the overwhelming pleasure.
I was floating. Caught between two bodies that knew exactly how to take me apart.
Matt's thrusts grew faster and more desperate. "I'm close." he warned, his voice strained. "You want it? You want me to cum in that pretty mouth?"
I moaned my answer around him, the sound muffled and broken.
My own orgasm crested suddenly, crashing through me as Chris' tongue pressed hard against my clit. My back arched, a scream caught in my throat as I came undone around nothing, my hips grinding against Chris' face as he worked me through it.
The vibration of my climax sent Matt over the edge. With a guttural groan, he spilled into my mouth, hot and thick, flooding my tongue. I swallowed around him, taking every drop as he pulsed against my lips.
"That's it." he groaned. "Take it. Take all of it."
When Matt finally pulled out, his chest was heaving, and his eyes were blown wide with satisfaction.
He looked down at me, a gratified smile spreading across his face. "Open."
I parted my lips open, showing him the empty cavern of my mouth.
"Good girl." he said, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. "You took all of it."
Pride bloomed warmly across my chest, hearing Matt praise me like that.
My attention strayed from Matt as Chris crawled up my body, and his lips found mine in a kiss. He tasted like me, and I moaned into his mouth as he rolled us both onto our sides, facing each other. His hand cupped my jaw, tilting my face to deepen the kiss, and I melted into him instantly. His mouth was tender, and every movement felt like he was saying I love you without actually saying the words. His thumb traced the line of my cheekbone as he kissed me, slow and thorough.
I turned fully towards Chris, my hand finding his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palm. His tongue swept across my lower lip, coaxing, and I opened for him, letting him in. The kiss deepened, and I felt his smile against my mouth, that sweet, familiar smile that had made me fall for him in the first place.
Then I felt Matt. He settled on my other side, the mattress dipping under his weight, the heat of his body seeping into my skin before he even touched me. His fingers found my thigh, trailing upwards with a slowness that made my skin prickle. They danced across my mound, featherlight and teasing, before skimming up my stomach and over my ribs.
His hand then found my breast again, and he cupped it, squeezing gently, as his thumb circled my nipple until it hardened under his touch. The sensation made me gasp into Chris' mouth.
Soon after, Matt's lips found my neck, and he wasn't gentle about it. He bit down, just enough to sting, before his tongue soothed the spot, definitely leaving a mark of him on me. His mouth traveled down my jaw, open, wet, and filthy, and I felt the scrape of his teeth against my skin.
"Missed the way you taste." he murmured against my throat. "Missed the sounds you make when I touch you."
Matt’s fingers rolled my nipple, pinching lightly, and I whimpered, breaking the kiss with Chris to arch into Matt's touch. My head fell back, and Matt took full advantage, his mouth latching onto the column of my throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark I'd find tomorrow.
Chris didn't stop. His lips found my shoulder, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the slope. His hand slid down my back, fingers tracing the ridge of my spine, before settling on my ass. He squeezed, kneading the flesh, his touch firm and possessive in a completely different way.
The contrast was driving me insane.
Chris was romance, slow kisses and gentle caresses, the kind of touch that made me feel cherished and safe. His hand massaged my ass with a tenderness that bordered on worship, as his lips trailed soft patterns across my skin.
Whereas Matt was filth, bites, bruises, and hungry hands that took what they wanted. His mouth worked my jaw, my throat, and my collarbone, leaving a trail of wet, open kisses that made my breath come in short, sharp gasps. His hand never left my breast, rolling, pinching, and teasing until I was writhing between them.
I turned towards Matt, my body seeking his, arching into his touch like a plant reaching for sunlight. He caught my face in his hand and kissed me hard, and it was nothing like Chris' kiss. It was all tongue, teeth, and desperation, as his mouth claimed mine like he was trying to devour me from the inside out. I moaned into him, and he swallowed the sound, his grip tightening in my hair.
Chris shifted behind me, his hand moving my hair out of the way, exposing the back of my neck. His lips pressed there, soft and warm, a stark contrast to the brutal kiss Matt was giving me. His fingers continued their exploration of my ass, squeezing and massaging, his touch lingering in a way that made me feel cherished.
It was two entirely different kinds of worship. And both of them were undoing me in their own ways.
Matt broke the kiss first, panting. "God, I forgot how good you feel." he heaved, as his thumb traced my lower lip. "Every fucking thing about you is perfect."
Behind me, Chris' hand left my ass, and I heard the slick sound of him stroking himself. Then I felt the blunt pressure of his cock nudging against my opening from behind, sliding through the wetness that still coated my folds.
I softly gasped against Matt's mouth, my back arching, and Matt’s tongue swept in, swallowing every sound I made, sealing it with a kiss.
Chris' voice came low and rough against my ear. "This okay?"
I managed a broken sound that might have been yes, and he took it as permission.
Chris pushed in slowly. So slowly I felt every inch of him stretching me open, filling me inch by inch. I was still wet from everything that had happened, from Matt's fingers, Chris' mouth, and my own cumulative orgasms, making him slide in almost effortlessly, the wet sound of it loud and obscene in the otherwise quiet room.
"Fuck." Chris gasped, his forehead pressing against my shoulder. "You feel—fuck, baby." He then bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass, and I felt so full I couldn't breathe.
He started to move. Slow, deep thrusts that reached places I didn't know existed, each one pushing me further into Matt's mouth. My hands scrambled for purchase, one finding Matt's shoulder, and the other twisting in the sheets, as Chris set a rhythm that was steady and relentless.
Matt broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and his lips were wet and swollen. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers finding my clit, and began to circle it in time with Chris' thrusts.
"You like that?" Matt's voice was rough, teasing. "Getting fucked by my brother while I watch? Look at you, can't even keep your eyes open."
I tried to respond, but Chris thrusted deeper, hitting something that made my words dissolve into a moan.
"She loves it." Chris grunted, answering for me. "Can feel her clenching around me."
Matt's grin was filthy. "Yeah? She always did love attention."
Chris' hand gripped my thigh, fingers digging into the soft muscle, holding me open for him as he fucked into me. His pace was persistent, each thrust pushing me harder against Matt's hand.
And then Matt's voice cut through the haze, as his eyes locked on mine. "Wait, Chris." His hand came up, cupping my jaw, turning my face towards his. His thumb traced across my lower lip, and I felt the weight of his gaze like a physical thing. "I need to feel that pussy squeeze my cock and cum on it. Might never get the chance again."
The crude words stole the air from my lungs.
Behind me, Chris let out a sound, something between a laugh and a groan. "Fair enough." He pulled out slowly, and the absence of him left me aching and feeling empty. But before I could adjust, Matt was already moving.
He shifted me, guiding me so my leg wrapped around his hip, as he positioned himself at my needy, quivering hole. Matt’s chest was pressed up against mine, and from behind, I felt Chris' warmth at my back, his knees bracketing my shoulders as he knelt above us.
Matt pushed into me in one smooth motion, with no hesitation or gentle easing. His thickness stretched me in a way that made my eyes roll back, making my head fall against Chris' thigh.
"Oh—fuck—"
There was no mercy in Matt’s pace. He set a rhythm that was hard and fast, his hips slapping against mine as he drove into me again and again. My body remembered him, the weight of him, and the fullness of him, as it opened up for him like it had been waiting five years for this exact moment.
The difference between them was staggering.
Chris was longer and slender, hitting places deep inside me with a precision that made me see stars. Matt was thicker and fuller, stretching me open with every thrust, filling me in a way that made me feel like I was being split apart in the best possible way.
Neither was better. They were just... different. Both good in their own way and undoing me in ways I couldn't articulate.
My back arched off the mattress, my body twisting as Matt fucked into me. From this angle, I could see Chris above me. He was kneeling behind my head, his knees planted on either side of my shoulders. He was stroking himself slowly, his cock slick and straining, as his eyes were fixed on the spot where Matt's thick length plunged into me over and over.
I could see everything. The way his jaw was tight, and the way his chest heaved with each ragged breath. His gaze met mine through the haze of pleasure, and there was something soft in his eyes… something fond.
"You're doing so good, baby." His voice was rough and strained, but warm. "Taking him so well. Look at you—fuck. That's my girl."
I tried to respond, but all that came out was a broken moan as Matt drove into me deeper.
"You like that, huh?" Chris continued, his hand speeding up on his cock. "You like getting fucked by both of us?"
I managed a keening sound, something that might have been yes or please or don't stop. It didn't matter. The noise was enough.
Matt's mouth was on my neck, sucking, biting, and marking me with a desperation that bordered on feral. His teeth scraped against my pulse point, and he soothed the sting with his tongue before moving lower, leaving a trail of bruises down my throat. I felt each one bloom against my skin, and the thought of waking up tomorrow with his marks on me while I was dating Chris, sent a thrill straight through me.
He was on a mission. Licking, sucking, and claiming every inch of exposed skin he could reach while his cock kept driving into me with that relentless rhythm.
Chris was still talking from above, his voice filled with pride. "You're so pretty like this. I knew you'd look perfect between us." And all I could do was let out a pathetic, broken whimper.
Matt's hand found my clit, pressing hard, circling in time with his thrusts. His face was pressed against the crook of my neck, as his breaths came out hot and ragged. "I'm close." he gritted out. "Cum with me. I need to feel you."
With one more deep stroke, and his thumb pressing hard against my clit, I shattered.
My orgasm crashed through me, violent and consuming, as my walls clenched around Matt's cock so hard that he groaned, making his hips stutter. He followed me over the edge, burying himself deep and spilling his load inside me with a guttural sound.
Above me, Chris' breath caught. I watched his head tip back, his hand moving faster, and then he groaned, long and low. He burst, and I felt hot stripes of cum paint across my stomach and ribs.
For a long moment, there was nothing but heavy breathing.
Matt collapsed first, his forehead dropping to my chest, his body feeling heavy and warm. Chris followed, lowering himself down, curling around my other side, his face burying in the curve of my neck. I laid between them, completely spent, my limbs feeling too heavy to move.
But I felt everything. Chris' release cooled across my stomach, trickling slowly down my sides, and Matt's was leaking out of me, warm and wet, spreading against my thighs. And my own arousal amidst it all, clung to my skin, sticky.
The three of us, laid in bed in a heap of tangled limbs, completely undone. I stared at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling from my slow, deep breaths, and let myself exist in the aftermath of what had just happened.
The brothers were still pressed against me, as Matt's lips were brushing lazily against my sternum, and Chris' nose was nuzzling into my hair. Neither of them moved to pull away from me.
The silence stretched, it was thick but comfortable, and was filled only with the sound of us remembering how to breathe again.
Then Matt's voice rumbled against my skin, rough and wrecked, but thoroughly satisfied. "So," A chuckle vibrated through his chest. "Have we reached a settlement?"
I felt Chris huff a laugh behind me, his arm tightening around my waist. "Yeah, baby. I think we deserve a verdict after that performance."
I groaned, the sound pathetic and strained, barely more than a whimper. My voice came out hoarse, scraped raw from all the moaning, gasping, and crying. "I don't— I can't..."
They both waited. They looked patient, but very much amused at my speechlessness.
"I don't know." I finally managed, and the words slurred together like I was drunk. Because I was drunk on them, on the way they'd taken me apart and put me back together, and on the feeling of being completely, utterly spent between two bodies that had worshiped me into oblivion.
Matt lifted his head, looking down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. His lips were swollen, and his hair a mess. He looked absolutely debauched. "That's not an answer."
"It's the only one you're getting." I mumbled, my eyes fluttering closed.
Chris pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "That's okay. We've got the whole house to ourselves for the weekend."
My eyes flew open.
Matt's grin spread slow and wicked, his teeth flashing in the dim light. "Plenty of time to reach a unanimous decision."
I stared at them both, at Matt's filthy smile and at Chris' warm, knowing gaze over my shoulder, and let out a breath that was half laugh and half groan. “Ah, fuck.” I muttered.
They both softly laughed, the sound mingling in the dark, and I felt Chris' arm tighten around me while Matt's hand slid down my hip, squeezing once before settling.
I was trapped between them, but I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.
A/N: this wasnt supposed to be this long but I got carried away oops 🫣🤫
𝙸𝚗 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑.. You and Matt go to a bookstore, and as you're picking out a few books, Matt finds his book. When you both get home, he shows you the note that he left for you in the book.
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: None! Just sweet, tooth-rotting, fluff!
today, you and Matt were strolling through town, when you came across a bookstore.
you'd been wanting to pick up a few books, and Matt wanted to see if they had his book, so you both decided to go inside and look around.
after a few minutes, you both split off. Matt went to look for his book, and you went to pick up a few books that we're on your tbr.
once you find all the books you've been wanting, you pick up a book that catches your eye. as you're reading the blurb on the back, you hear a gasp and the sound of quick footsteps coming towards you.
you put the book back on the shelf, turning to see Matt holding up his book with a huge smile. you gasp, "omg baby, no way" you take the book, flipping it over in your hands. "have I told I love you and I'm super proud of you yet" you ask, handing it back to him.
he smiles, rolling his eyes playfully. "yes baby, everyday since I told you. and again when I announced it, but I appreciate it and I never get sick of hearing it" he says, setting down the book and pulling you closer by your hips.
you giggle, then rub your nose against his. after, you cup his cheeks and pull him into a proper kiss.
he immediately melts, hands coming up to cup your cheeks as well. when he pulls back, he kisses your nose. "you're so sweet to me baby, you're gonna give me a cavity" he jokes, giggling at his absurd joke.
you snort. "good thing you have a sweet tooth and practice proper dental hygiene then" you joke right back, matching his energy.
he burst out laughing, "damn baby, good one" he says.
a few minutes later, both you and Matt are at checkout. He puts his book onto the counter, insisting he has to get it to quote "remember this special moment" and who are you to argue.
later that night, you both have gotten home and are relaxing in bed, just enjoying each other's company.
midway into the movie your both watching, matt pauses it and reaches over to his nightstand drawer. "babe, what are you doing?" you ask curiously, trying to peek to see what he's doing.
he just wordlessly sets his book that he bought earlier, in your lap. "open it baby, I wrote you a little something special inside" he says, gesturing for you to open the book.
you flip the cover of the book open, and as you read you're eyes immediately start welling with tears.
by the time you're done reading, you have tears streaming down your face.
you close the book, immediately pulling him into a hug. "god Matty, I love you. what did I do to deserve you." you say, pulling back to smile at him.
he smiles, "I love you more, sweetheart. I ask myself that same question everyday, but you don't have to do anything besides be your self, that's enough for me." he says, giggling after.
and just like that, the rest of the night is filled with immense love for each other. you feel like a princess and Matt is your prince, living a fairy tale. with the promise of a happily ever after.
𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔰: @kodaswrld
𝔄/𝔑: alright y'all here's a cute little fluff fic! This is def heavily inspired by Matt announcing the release of his book! I'm so fucking proud of him, and I absolutely can't wait to read it!! Alsoo, this fic is written as if he's already released the book and I guess doesn't know what book stores it's in (no idea if authors necessarily know what stores their books are in or not), but regardless I thought it was a cute idea!! I've been loving seeing the new fics and AU's other blogs have done for this as well! Here's a few blogs/moots (that I know of) that have posted fics/AU's for Author!Matt, @chrisssiren , @inkedsturnioloss , @immaqulate , @salemsturniolo , @pepsipoet !! I def recommend you go check out their fics, if you haven't already! they are amazing writers as well as some of my favs!
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𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱: @sturnskiss @sturn-baby05 @444sturns @inkedsturnioloss @ariestrxsh @pepsipoet @sturniolo-szn2 @owensbabygirl @4sb3tos @devotedlyteenagemusic @savmattsfavmattgirl @smywspwyw @bsturnzz @every1lovesnaosstuffstuff @amandapanda2 @stars4star @nottodaysaris @bendmeoverchris @applevsworld @urfaveprettypsycho @noellexflwrs @m4tt1tud3 @mlsfxyaps @luvvlypixie @mattsmirrorpics (if you wanna be added or removed, just lmk!)
─── A PROMPT IN WHICH IT'S A HUMID SUMMERS EVENING BUT IT ISN'T THE HEAT TONIGHT THAT'S MAKING LUCKY FEEL FLUSTERED ✶
warnings. short smut towards the end.
au. the soulmate au universe.
pairing. soulmate!matt & lucky!reader.
notes. based on this ask. ( divider credit. . . always @chrisssiren ) 🧡
“matthew, seriously. why is it so fucking hot?”
you’re fanning yourself with both hands from where you’re sprawled across the garden chair beside matt, legs thrown over his lap as his fingers move slowly up and down your leg, completely absentminded on his end while he sits beside you, head tipped back against his own chair, eyes closed shut behind the sunglasses he’s wearing.
“‘cause it’s a heatwave, baby,” he says after a second. “that’s usually how they work.”
you immediately turn your head to look at him, hands still attempting yet failing to cool you down.
“don’t be sarcastic and annoying.”
your attitude gets an easy reaction out of him. not a big one, but enough for his mouth to lift into a slight smirk before he lifts his free hand and pushes his sunglasses up into his hair.
a truly terrible decision for him to make right now.
because now his hair somehow looks even messier than it already did from constantly pushing it back in the humidity making it sit exactly the way you love it most, there’s no shirt in sight leaving every tattoo of his fully on display across his newly tanned body while he sits beside you looking completely unaffected by the heat when it’s not the heat that’s even really affecting you most right now.
the heat itself wasn’t even the issue to begin with. you like summer, love it actually. you love sitting by the pool all day with birdie and the girls, love planned evenings like tonight when the group all come over for dinner al fresco, love the warmth on your skin and you definitely love the tiny polka dot bikini currently worn on your body especially considering you put it on when matt had texted you to say he was coming over earlier than everyone else.
what you don’t love so much is the way this situation is affecting you more than it usually would. matt’s hand moving slowly up and down your leg for the last twenty minutes suddenly making you aware of his touch in a way you really wish it hadn’t, and every time he shifts beside you or pushes his hair back again, the stupid butterflies in your stomach somehow continue to get worse.
plus the fact birdie, chris and nick are all due over any minute now which timing wise is awful because you’ve spent the last twenty minutes since matt arrived looking like this dealing with a slightly inconvenient internal issue and there’s zero time to do anything about it.
you look away from matt immediately trying to ignore the thoughts, but then they’re soon back on him, then quickly away from him again when suddenly the floats moving with the water around your parents’ pool are the most interesting thing in the entire garden to look at because looking at matt for too long instead seems to be causing you serious problems.
“what time did nick say they were coming when you last spoke to him?” you ask, eyes still very much fixated on the pool ahead.
“sweetheart, why’re you lookin’ at the pool like you’re talkin’ to it instead of me?” he chuckles, giving your leg on his lap a gentle squeeze. “m’over here.”
your head turns immediately toward him and unfortunately that was another terrible decision on your behalf because matt’s looking at you now. properly looking at you, actually looking at you without sunglasses in the way and you really don’t want to think about the way your stomach immediately flipped the very second that you made eye contact with him again.
“i’m looking at you now, aren’t i?”
“mhm.” matt’s mouth lifts into another smirk. “can see that.”
you narrow your eyes immediately because there’s a tone to his voice now. a subtle tone that tells you he’s figured out exactly what‘s going on with you right now, and the worst part of him knowing is that now you both know you don’t have enough time to act on it.
you hold his stare for another few seconds before tapping out first, swinging your legs over and out of his lap as you stand from your chair.
“where you goin’?” he asks, eyes following your every move.
“nowhere.” which is technically true considering you’ve moved all of two steps and are now just standing directly in front of him with your hands on your hips, looking down at him while he looks up at you, smirk still clear on his face.
his hand reaches out then, straight to the bikini string that’s dangling at your hip.
he twists it around his finger once, then again, almost so casually that you’d think he isn’t aware that he’s even doing it right now, though you know full well he is.
you frown at him instantly.
“matthew.”
“lucky.”
“you know what you’re doing.”
he looks up at you for another second, still twisting the string lazily around his finger before he lifts his eyes back to your own.
“do i?” he asks, and the slight smirk on his face only gets worse because the answer is obvious, quite painfully obvious in fact.
you stare at him and he just stares back. until his hand eventually slides from the bikini string at your hip to your waist instead, his grip so natural against you that it almost makes things somehow feel even worse.
“lucky, c’mere.”
you frown again.
“matt, it’s too hot.” an excuse.
“too hot for what?” he asks, still looking up at you. “too hot for a kiss?”
you roll your eyes even though you still take a tiny step closer, giving into him already.
“baby,” he laughs, fully smiling at you now. “s’never too hot for a kiss. i said c’mere.”
you step closer standing between his legs properly as his grip tightens against your waist, pulling you in until you’re stood close enough that he can lean in to you now but also to keep you stood in place. for a second neither of you says anything, his hands completely sliding round you as he presses a soft kiss against your bare stomach.
then another, followed by another whilst your fingers slide into his hair, automatically gripping the strands just slightly.
his mouth trails down more kisses until he stops at the band of your bikini bottoms, pressing one more kiss just above the fabric before his fingers hook the edge, tugging them aside. he looks up at you again as he slides his fingers to trace slowly against your folds, finding you slick and desperate for him as a low hum comes from his throat.
“fuck, baby.” he murmurs, placing another wet kiss just beside your belly button. “you’re so wet, pretty girl. all f’me? all that attitude ‘cause y’wanted me to touch you?”
“matt, shut up.” you barely manage to whisper, not really able to get anything else out now that he’s finally touching you. he curls two fingers inside of you slowly, his thumb slowly beginning to circle firmly against your clit, his other hand gently tugging at the string of your bikini again dangling from your hip.
before your bikini bottoms are fully gone from you, typically you hear the sound of chris’ jeep pulling up against the rocks on the driveway, making you immediately drop your forehead into matt’s shoulder with a groan.
matt just laughs quietly, quickly tightening the string of your bikini again before giving your ass a light tap as he nods towards the front gate of your parents’ property.
“open the gate for ‘em to drive in, sweetheart.” he stands, walking backwards inside to go open the door for the three of them. “we’ll revisit this later.”
matt would live between your legs if you’d let him.
warnings ︖ explicit content eating out overstim
“𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀,” he groaned the moment he saw you sitting at the kitchen counter with your laptop open. “i had the worst day of my life.”
you didn’t even look up. “you say that every single day.”
“because every single day is hard.”
“you make youtube videos.”
“exactly.”
you snorted softly, typing another sentence into your assignment while matt dropped his bag by the door with enough force to shake the floor dramatically.
the apartment smelled faintly like takeout and laundry detergent, the low hum of your tv playing quietly in the background while rain tapped against the windows. it should’ve felt peaceful.
unfortunately, matt was home now. which meant peace was over.
he wandered into the kitchen a second later wearing grey sweats and a backwards hat, immediately making his way toward you like a heat-seeking missile. before you could react, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind and all his weight dropped against you.
you groaned. “matt.”
“missed you.”
“you saw me this morning.”
“that was like twelve years ago.”
he buried his face against your neck with a tired sigh, pressing lazy kisses beneath your ear while you tried very hard to ignore how warm he felt against your back.
“you smell good,” he mumbled.
“that’s because i shower.”
“smartass.”
his hands slid beneath the hem of your hoodie just enough for his cold fingers to brush your stomach. you jumped immediately. matt laughed softly against your skin.
“you’re freezing!”
“warm me up then.”
you rolled your eyes, finally turning slightly in your chair just enough to push at his chest. “go shower.”
“don’t wanna.”
“you’re gross.”
“still your boyfriend.”
unfortunately true.
he started to behave for about 5 minutes, dramatically flopping into a chair beside you. you almost thought you’d survive the night peacefully.
then: “pay attention to me.”
you sighed without looking up from your screen. “i am paying attention to you.”
“not enough.”
“matt.”
he reached over and shut your laptop. you stared at him in disbelief.
“did you just—”
“yes.”
“i have work to do.”
“and i don’t care”
his smile widened when you laughed despite yourself.
that was matt’s biggest strength honestly. the fact that he could drag you out of any mood without even trying. he scooted his chair closer until his knee bumped yours. then suddenly he was tugging you out of your seat entirely and pulling you into his lap before you could protest properly.
“matt!”
“hi.”
“you are unbelievable.”
you tried to glare at him, but it was hard when he was looking at you like that. soft eyes and sleepy smiles and quiet affection. his hands settled naturally against your waist while yours rested automatically against his shoulders.
“rough recording?” you asked eventually, brushing curls back beneath his hat.
matt groaned dramatically. “nick hates me.”
“did you deserve it?”
“yeah.”
you laughed softly. matt watched you for a second like he always did during quiet moments, like he was memorizing things you didn’t even realize you were doing.
then, casually: “kiss me.”
“you’re needy.”
you kissed him anyway. it was supposed to be quick.
except matt immediately deepened it with a quiet hum against your mouth, one hand sliding up your spine while the other tightened against your hip like he physically needed you closer.
“matt,” you laughed breathlessly when he chased after another kiss.
“what?”
“i was working.”
he kissed your jaw. then your cheek. then lower.
you felt his mouth curve into a smile against your neck the second your breathing changed.
“don’t start.”
“start what?”
you gave him a look.
matt only grinned innocently before pressing another kiss beneath your ear.
then another. and another.
his hands never stopped moving. warm palms sliding along your thighs, your waist, your stomach.
“you’re clingier than usual today,” you mumbled.
“missed you.”
“dude, you saw me this morning.”
“still.”
the word came out quieter that time. your expression softened immediately.
his forehead tipped gently against yours for a second before he leaned back just enough to look at you properly.
“it sucked,” he admitted eventually. “wanted to come home all day.”
something in your chest melted a little.
“you big baby.” you rolled your eyes, but your fingers slid into his curls anyway.
“don’t do that unless you plan on keeping me here all night,” he muttered.
“dramatic.”
“serious.”
you laughed quietly. matt watched your mouth for a second too long. then his hands tightened slightly against your thighs.
“c’mere.”
before you could ask what he meant, he shifted suddenly, lifting you easily and carrying you toward the couch despite your protests.
“matt!”
“shh.”
“i hate when you shush me.”
“no you don’t.”
he dropped onto the couch with you sprawled half on top of him, one arm wrapped securely around your waist so you couldn’t escape even if you tried. which, admittedly, you didn’t.
the rain outside had gotten heavier now, thunder rumbling faintly somewhere in the distance while the apartment glowed warm and dim around you.
matt looked unfairly pretty like this. hoodie sleeves shoved up his forearms. hair messy. it made your stomach flip in a way that felt embarrassingly soft.
“why’re you staring at me like that?” you asked quietly.
his thumb brushed absentmindedly along your hip.
“cause you’re pretty.”
you immediately groaned.
“that was awful.”
“thought it was smooth actually.”
“it was not.” you smiled despite yourself.
matt’s expression softened instantly at the sight of it. like making you happy was his favorite thing in the world. his hand slid slowly up your thigh. then higher. you gave him a warning look immediately. matt only looked amused.
“what?”
“you know what.”
“i’m just sitting here.”
“matt.”
his grin widened.
he pressed a lazy kiss against the fabric of your shirt.
your breath caught almost immediately. his eyes flicked up toward yours with the slowest, most smug smile imaginable.
“sensitive today?”
“don’t.”
“don’t what?”
his mouth brushed your stomach again. you hated how quickly your body reacted to him. how easily he could turn soft moments dangerous.
“i’m serious,” you mumbled weakly.
another kiss.
higher this time. your fingers tightened instinctively in his curls. matt let out the quietest sound at that. that shift changed everything. his hands slid more carefully along your thighs while his mouth lingered against your skin like he genuinely enjoyed being there.
which was the problem with matt.
he could spend hours memorizing every reaction you gave him and still want more. your entire body went warm. matt looked up just in time to catch your expression changing.
“there you are.”
you should’ve pushed him away. instead your hand slid more firmly into his hair. matt’s eyes darkened immediately.
matt moved deliberately, slowly. like he wanted to draw out every second. his hands spread against your thighs while he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, each one hotter and more deliberate than the last. when you gasped softly, his grip tightened almost unconsciously.
matt’s fingers dug gently into your hips as he slowly worked his way higher, his kisses becoming more intense and focused. He seemed to be savoring every reaction, every soft sound you made. when he reached the waistband of your pants, he looked up at you with a mix of innocence and pure intent.
"can i?" he asked quietly, thumb hooking casually into the fabric.
you couldn't even pretend to be frustrated anymore. not when he was looking at you like that.
"you shut my laptop," you reminded him weakly.
“worth it.”
matt's fingers hooked into your waistband, pulling it down slowly. His eyes never left yours, watching for any sign of hesitation or protest. when you didn't stop him, he continued to pull until your pants were low enough that he could press open-mouthed kisses just above your underwear line.
matt's hands gripped your hips gently as he kissed along the edge of your underwear, his breath hot against your skin. he looked up at you from beneath his lashes, a silent question in his eyes. asking for permission without words. his thumbs hooked into the elastic of your underwear, waiting for your response.
you nodded, chest heaving a little in anticipation. matt smiled softly against your skin, then slowly pulled your underwear down, tossing them aside. he took a moment to admire you, his eyes darkening with desire. without hesitation, he leaned in, his tongue licking a slow, deliberate line from your entrance to your clit.
matt's hands spread your thighs gently apart, making room for his shoulders as he settled between your legs. his tongue continued its slow, torturous path, circling around your clit before dipping inside you briefly. he let out a quiet hum of satisfaction, the vibration sending shivers through you.
matt's tongue flattened against your clit, applying gentle pressure as he sucked on it softly. his hands moved to your thighs, holding them open as he explored you with his mouth. he seemed to be in no hurry, enjoying the taste of you and the way you reacted to his touch.
“oh, oh…matt, oh my god,” you took in a sharp breath, scrambling to sit up on your elbows. matt looked up at you with a smirk, his mouth shiny with your arousal. "shh, lay back," he murmured against your skin before diving back in, his tongue flicking rapidly against your clit this time. one of his hands left your thigh to press against your stomach gently, urging you to lie back fully.
matt held you down with one hand on your stomach, his other hand moving to spread your folds open further, giving him better access. his tongue worked relentlessly against your clit, switching between fast flicks and slow circles, pushing you closer to the edge with each passing second.
“matt,” you keened, hips squirming against his face. “right here," he murmured against your pussy, the vibrations making your eyes roll back. he replaced his tongue with two fingers, pumping them slowly as he sucked hard on your clit.
matt curved his fingers inside you perfectly, hitting that spot that made your toes curl. his mouth was relentless on your clit, sucking and licking like he wanted to taste your orgasm. "come on baby," he encouraged softly, the dirty words muffled against your pussy.
matt's fingers picked up the pace, pumping in and out of you faster while his mouth sucked hard on your clit. he kept one hand pressed against your stomach, holding you down as he devoured you eagerly. his face was buried between your legs, his nose pressing against your mound as he inhaled deeply.
your legs began to tremble violently around his head, your back arching off the bed as you reached your peak. matt held you down firmly, his fingers curling inside you and his mouth sucking hard as he coaxed your orgasm out of you. he swallowed every drop of your arousal greedily.
matt slowly withdrew his fingers and gently lapped at you, cleaning you up with soft, gentle kisses. he placed one final kiss on your sensitive clit before crawling up your body. he hovered over you, his hair messy and his cheeks flushed from being between your legs.
afterward, matt refused to move. completely refused. he laid half on top of you beneath the blanket with his face buried against your neck while you played lazily with the curls at the nape of his neck.
“you’re heavy,” you informed him sleepily.
“mhm.”
“matt.”
“can’t hear you.”
you laughed softly. his arms tightened around your waist immediately at the sound. clingy. exactly like you said.
“obsessed with me,” you teased quietly.
matt lifted his head just enough to kiss the corner of your mouth. “obviously.”
𝐃𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: i think i hate this and i lost the plot sorry
ⓘ stepbro!chris x stepsis!reader (m!masturbation), use of sex toy, detailed sexual fantasy, getting caught (and then stepsis!reader helps him 🤭), humiliation, faux sympathy, chris being just a little submissive
combined this request + this request 𖹭
dividers by @/ithemes
The driver's side door of Chris' Honda Accord collided into the frame with a heavy force, a loud slam sounding. He trudged up the driveway, his sneakers dragging across the pavement with a faint scrape, scrape, scrape. He let out an exhausted sigh as he clutched his keys in his fist, anxiously fidgeting with them.
It was finals week, and Chris was pretty sure he'd just bombed his last test.
Chris wasn't an easily stressed out person, and he usually had some pretty effective stress management skills. However due to the two of you being on opposite schedules, he wasn't able to relieve his stress with you. And he hadn't even had time to jerk off lately between studying for all his finals and all the housework his mom had him running around doing when he was home. It was really starting to get to him.
He placed his hand on the knob, slowly turning it and hoping that if he could get inside without being detected, his mom wouldn't immediately start nagging at him to do whatever chores she had on the agenda for today. To his dismay, his mom was sitting on the couch, knitting and watching some soap opera.
"Chris, you're home," she perked up, greeting him and adjusting the frames of her reading glasses that he rarely ever saw her in. "Hey, honey, once you get settled in, can you-?"
"Mom. Please," Chris interrupted her, holding up a hand to stop her. "Just give me an hour. I need some time by myself."
She didn't press. She just rolled her eyes, going back to knitting herself a jewel-toned scarf. "An hour," she said sharply, narrowing her gaze a bit, knowing this was a common tactic Chris used to avoid taking care of the responsibilities that he said he was going to.
"Yeah, yeah," Chris dismissively waved her off, bolting up the stairs and heading towards his bedroom. He slipped inside, the door latching behind him as he leaned up against it and let out an exhale. His glance flicked over towards his dresser, his heart stuttering in his chest. His feet followed his eyes and he made his way to other side of the room, reluctantly pulling open the drawer. He rummaged through a few things before he found what he was looking for - a sex toy. One that he was honestly even embarrassed that he had.
He'd once held an opinionated stance on pocket pussies. He'd made bold claims like, "only girls use sex toys" or "only guys who can't get pussy use a fake one to get off" - that was, until he'd tried it out for himself. He'd been talked into buying it by the cute sales girl who cashed him out at the sex shop the last time he'd gone to buy some restraints to use on you. He definitely didn't regret the purchase. In fact, the first time he'd used it, he ate his words about how he was too good for them.
He snagged the toy and a small bottle of lube from the dresser drawer and shoved it closed. Chris kicked his sneakers off right beside his bed before he collapsed down onto it. He didn't bother to get under the blanket or even take his jeans off all the way. He just unbuttoned them, lowered his zipper, and pushed them down along with his boxers just enough for his cock to come springing out. He popped open the lube, applying some to the opening of the toy. Then he tipped the bottle upside down over his throbbing cock, watching it twitch as the cool liquid made contact with his tip.
He carelessly tossed the bottle of lube to the side, pumping his cock with his hand a few times to spread the lubricant around. "Ooh, shit," he hissed through his teeth as he pushed his swollen head passed the petaled lips of the toy. His hips immediately twitched as he slipped in every inch of his cock, already fighting the urge to pound into it.
He loved the way it almost felt just like you. Chris started to stroke himself with the toy, feeling the soft silicone walls against every nerve ending and vein, driving him crazy due to the neglect his cock had received this past week. A soft moan slipped out, one that sounded needier than he'd meant for it to. He almost reached up to cover his mouth, worried that he'd give away what he was doing to anyone who was home.
His eyes fluttered shut as he continued jerking himself off with the pocket pussy he was starting to grip more tightly in his hand, images of you playing on the insides of his eyelids. He imagined you on top of him, riding him like your life depended on it. With your face burned into his memory, your flushed skin, your eyes rolling back, and your pouty lips parted in a look in pleasure, he found himself moaning your name. He pictured your breasts bouncing, the curves of your body, wishing he could hold you by your hips and pound into you from underneath.
He picked up the pace, the fleshlight sliding over his slick cock and making his stomach twist with desire and a bit of embarrassment, the inevitable sensation already brewing deep in his core. He couldn't believe a toy had him gripping the flannel sheets beneath him and biting down on his lip to keep himself from being too loud.
He bucked his hips up, fucking into the pocket pussy with a sense of urgency, chasing the feeling he'd been craving all week. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face, his breathing becoming more erratic by the second. He shut his eyes again, clinging to the image of you in his mind.
Suddenly, his bedroom door flew open.
"Hey, dickhead. Guess wha-" you started to say, immediately stopping yourself when you walked in. Your eyes widened, and your jaw fell to the floor in shock at the realization, not only at what he was doing but what he was using.
"Jesus!" He panted, tugging a nearby throw blanket over himself. He tried to stop his strokes, but it just felt too good. He continued slowly under the blanket, hoping you wouldn't notice. However, his fucked out expression betrayed him. "What the hell happened to knockin' before ya just walk in? I thought you closed tonight."
"I switched with someone," you replied, your eyes lit up and glued to the subtle movement under the blanket. "You have a pocket pussy?" You almost whispered, the door softly latching behind you. "I thought you said -"
"Don't worry about what I said," he barked back, cutting you off. You noticed a slight blush in his cheeks.
"Are you embarrassed?" The corner of your lip tugged into a smirk as you slowly approached him, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the way he was still lazily stroking himself with the toy. It wasn't very often that you saw Chris experience any kind of shame or humiliation, but it was kind of hot.
"No," he argued back defensively, almost pouting. "I don't fuckin' get embarrassed." However, his cheeks were still tinted pink, and every time his eyes almost met yours, they'd dart off in another direction. "Ya gonna help me or just stand there?" He asked almost sheepishly.
"Only if I can use the toy on you," you replied, your grin growing wider as you closed in on him until you were sitting at the foot of his bed.
He hesitated for a second, but he genuinely didn't care how he got off at this point just as long as he did. "Fuck. Fine." There was something Chris being alone in his room using a toy he used to talk down on that turned you on beyond belief, and all you wanted to do was see him fall apart.
Chris reluctantly slipped the blanket off of his lap, revealing the transluscent pink pocket pussy that was wrapped around his cock. You scooted closer, reaching out for the toy and wrapping your fingers around the silicone sleeve. The sound that passed through his pink lips as you started to stroke him made your stomach flutter. "Oh, my god. That feels incredible."
"I thought you didn't use these, hmm?" You taunted him, tilting your head and giving him a teasing look.
"Guess I changed my mind," he admitted, glancing down at your freshly manicured nails. His tongue darted out from behind his lips to wet them.
"I can't believe we haven't fucked all week," you told him, giving him a pouty look. "Bet you've been missing me."
Chris nodded slowly. "You have no idea."
You looked down at the way the toy easily glided over his cock, his composure slipping away. Broken moans and profanities unfurled from his lips between his heavy panting. His cheeks were still rosy pink from being caught. You'd never seen him look so submissive.
"You poor thing," you cooed, your tone dripping with condescension as you dragged the toy up and down his length at a steady pace. "I bet you wanna cum so bad."
Chris' jaw twitched in response, and he gave you a sharp look. "Cut it out."
"What? You don't like it?" You pouted and batted your lashes, giving him a faux sympathetic look.
"I know what you're doin'," he hissed back, swallowing hard as you used the soft, silicone walls to massage his shaft. "I'm not your bitch." He narrowed his blue eyes at you, shooting daggers with them.
"Well, you have two options," you spoke with conviction, your intense gaze flicking up to meet his. "Either you play along and you ask nicely if I'll let you cum, or I'll go to my room, and you can finish in here all alone." You gave him a little smirk, knowing already which option he was going to choose.
"Fuck," Chris groaned, half-pleasured and half-defeated, knowing he was incredibly close, and you practically left him no choice. "Fine." He sighed before hesitantly asking, "will you please let me cum?"
"I'll think about. If you keep being a good boy, your chances are better," you teased him, your grin widening.
"Fuck no. Call me that again, and I swear I'm gonna go soft."
"No, you won't. I think you like it," you taunted him, watching his body tense up, his knuckles turning white from gripping the blanket beneath him.
Chris rolled his eyes, trying to maintain his annoyed facade, but the small part of him that thoroughly enjoyed everything about this scenario kept slipping through the cracks. A moan fell from his lips, his chest rising and falling faster as his breath grew more labored.
"That's it," you purred, praising him. "You're doing such a good job."
His embarrassment had mostly subsided by now, overpowered by his desire, his desperation. He continued panting, gazing at you with a pleading look. "Faster," he begged.
You listened, picking up the pace and watching his length through the transluscent pink material as it glided into the sleeve with ease. "Fuck. Your cock is so pretty."
Normally a compliment like that would bother Chris and leave him feeling emasculated, but he was too close to protest or even care. "Please. Make me cum. I'm so close," he blurted out in a broken cry that he was worried would alert the whole house, his head falling back against his bedframe and his eyes rolling back in his head.
You gave him a mischevious smile, jerking him off with the stroker at a reckless pace. "That's it. Make a mess for me," you softly cooed, watching his body respond.
He couldn't take anymore. He needed it. The way you spoke to him, the way you stimulated him, and how long it had been since he last finished, it was all too much. He'd reached the point of no return, his orgasm tearing through him with no mercy.
His hips involuntarily lifted from the mattress, a slew of whimpers unfurling from his parted lips. You watched a week's worth of thick, white fluid gush from his tip and fill the toy, dripping down the sides of his twitching cock and the inside of the pocket pussy as you slipped it over his length, draining him completely. "Oh, fuck."
You sat in awe, still pumping the toy back and forth until Chris was squirming and begging you to stop, his cock too sensitive to continue. You glanced down at him, a prideful and aroused feeling brewing deep within at what a mess he was.
"Holy shit. That was so hot," you managed to say, watching him try to recover.
Chris was still breathless, wiping sweat from his brow, his face bright red from exhaustion and humiliation. "Yeah, yeah. Get the fuck out," he spat back. "You better not tell anyone about the pocket pussy."
your day has been above average. you found a small bush this morning full of delicious little fruit that you were able to collect and keep for the next few days. so yeah, you were calmer than usual.
the little rush chris’ cup had given matt was starting to run out, and it showed in his mood. he had been also acting weirder since what happened that night a couple of days ago. in your judgement, it was absolutely stupid. but matt had always been too much matt.
you’re both just wandering through the forest with no clear destination in mind. the forest is something you two are used to avoid, since the possibilities for an unexpected attack are high. but you both knew chris, so, if there was any chance of him and whoever he was with being near here, then this would be the place.
matt is walking more rigid than you have ever seen him, with his arms stretched out so the gun goes first, and you’re following right behind him like you always do. you don’t even try to make conversation like you usually would. instead, you settle for appreciating how the first rays of sunlight of the year flicker on the leaves and how the ground is more populated with little insects you try to recognize.
“dimples, you’re separating yourself and distracting me.” matt’s voice makes you roll your eyes, but you still get closer again while you wonder how he can feel you moving when he hasn’t stopped looking forward the whole way.
it’s not even ten seconds later that you hear a strange noise coming from behind, the fact that you're walking nearer it being the reason that you are able to hear it and matt doesn’t. when you turn your head back, it sounds again, the clear stomps against the ground echoing your own.
“uh, matt…” you start, grabbing your arrow, but he’s already sprinting to be in front of you again before you can say anything else, eyes narrowed against the unknown of trees and shrubbery.
“don’t talk.” he whispers, slowly moving towards the non-stopping noise that keeps getting closer. your heartbeat quickens when you realize how fast it sounds for a normal walker, deciding to pray in silence that there’s only one of them, since you know that commenting on it right now would annoy him.
he’s in the perfect position when the shadow becomes visible, his fingers just shy of pulling the trigger.
“dimples?”
matt’s face is full of confusion when you get out from your little hideout, and your mouth falls open when you see who is standing in front of you and how much it is not a walker, not thinking much and just running to hug the boy tightly.
“oh my god! noah!” he responds hugging you by the waist, lifting you off the ground a little. you laugh, pulling your head away to look at the face of this old friend of yours who used to go to the same class as you did. he was one of those cliche popular guys, football team, girls dying for him and all.
“i thought i would never see you again.” he says, taking you in like he can’t believe you’re actually here. you smile, then look at the tall, strong man standing next to him who is gripping the gun at his waist tightly and is definitely not smiling as he exchanges a solemn look with matt.
matt, who hasn’t moved and still has his weapon raised, even when it’s clear you know the boy and he’s not a threat. “who the hell are these?” he asks you, his tone clearly showing he’s not happy about making any friends.
“hey. calm down.” you say, walking to him and softly lowering his hands. “i know him. we used to go to class together.” you answer him, a smile on your face.
“mhm. but you’re all grown-up, dimples. wow.” he says, shaking his head with a smile. your cheeks heat up a little at the observation. it had been in fact a few hard months since you last saw each other, and he also looked older in his own way.
“i have never seen this guy before in my life.” matt says in a flat tone, ignoring his comment completely.
you look at him. “that’s because you were two grades above us.”
“i always remember faces.”
“matt.”
you would say you don’t know what’s up with him, but you know. that’s the exact way he used to act around you before you two ended up here together. you look back at noah and then at the slightly scary man.
“where have you been staying?” is there anyone else from town there?” there are too many questions you have to ask, and you try to order them so they make sense.
“this is ben.” he gestures at the completely silent man next to him. “we’ve built a community. there might be, i haven’t seen everyone.” he looks back, pointing through the woods. “it was hard, but we’re almost family now. it’s not that far away. we even have our own animals, and some of those flowers you used to like.”
you laugh softly, knowing how much you talk about everything with everyone. “you remember?”
he nods, brushing his hair back. “of course i do.”
you stare at each other for a little longer in silence, feeling happy to finally encounter a familiar face after so long, while also seeing from the corner of your eye matt’s completely uninterested face, only missing a yawn leaving his mouth.
“it’s getting dark. we should get going. great to see you, noey.” he offers him a salute, starting to walk away.
“my name is-… wait.” he takes a rushed step forward, looking at you. “you can come with us. there’s plenty of space.” he offers quickly.
matt stops in his tracks, staring at you with not a so funny look anymore. it’s clear that you want to take the offer, even if it’s just for a few days, but it’s also clear that matt doesn’t.
“yes.” your answer is not certain, only because you expected the look matt automatically gives you. you apologize softly to noah before going to whisper to him.
“please. listen to me. there’s no way we’re not going.” you grab his arm, trying to put those eyes you know he can’t say no to. “there will be food. and beds. just a few days.”
he shakes his head, leaning closer. “i’m sorry i don’t trust your little boyfriend so easily. we have seen each other for what? five minutes? and most importantly, how the hell do they manage to accomplish that?
you narrow your eyes when he says the word boyfriend, wondering what does it have to do with any of this. “you worry too much. believe it or not, people are nice, matt.”
“people are also not nice, dimples. i can’t trust them.”
you sigh, trying to think of a solution that will satisfy both of you. you look back for a moment to ben and noah, who seem to be having their own serious conversation.
“you don’t have to come with me.” you end up saying, and even though you don’t want matt to leave without you, it’s true you’re not the most useful for him. you delay him, annoy him with your personality and make him get hurt while protecting you. you wouldn’t be surprised if he took the chance.
“are you kidding, kid?” he shakes his head, not a sign of a smile showing on his face and actually looking offended. he looks behind you before sighing dramatically. “fine. but i’m leaving the moment it feels weird.”
“yes! thank you.” you get on your tiptoes so you can briefly kiss his cheek in gratitude, quickly getting back down shyly while you swear his cheek gets a shade pinker. you grab his arm, bringing him closer to the other two.
“we’re in.” you inform, adjusting the straps of your bag.
“great.” noah answers, bringing his hands together. “both… of you?” he adds, doubtful, looking between matt and you.
“yeah. both of us.” matt answers for you, crossing his arms over his chest. “problem?”
“no problem.” noah offers him an awkward smile, turning around while ben heads up ahead of the three of you. “i’m sure you'll love it there.”
lau notes . . . hi … does anyone remember them … this is getting somewhere and i’m excited :) this is recently the au i have the most plans for hehehe anyway new theme 🩶!!!!!!!!
