to the anons hoarding my inbox: i am allowed to miss the triplet's old content.
i'm sick of people genuinely trying to gaslight everyone into saying we like the new content better. most people don't, evidently with the views so low. and that's fine because i respect the triplet's decision and how they're moving forwards with their content—even though i'm not as entertained, i can tell that they've been needing this, so im happy for them and i WANT them to proceed this way (or whatever they see fit).
going as far as to say people should leave the fandom if they like old content better is stupid because obviously i still love the triplets as people and creators.
i can be nostalgic for the past, stop policing other people's feelings. it's ridiculous.
i was on ome.tv and i found a girl in a fresh love hoodie, she was so chill and i really want her hoodie cuz she had the black and pink one and that is literally one of the hoodies i want so bad but yeah i thought i might share
── warnings : drinking , swearing , fingering , obvi smut , lmk if i forgot anything ! ⚠︎
⟢﹒ wc : 5.9k
you were driving to the halloween party in your harley quinn costume. you had just ordered it two days ago with only intents of wearing it to this party.
you hadn’t been to a party since you had broken up with your boyfriend of 2 years. like almost every breakup, he cheated. god, why were people so insufferable?
you didn’t want to even go in the first place. it was another stupid frat party, nothing special. you shifted in your seat before pulling over to park.
you sighed as you moved the gear into park. you stepped out of your car, slamming the door half on purpose behind you. you adjusted your shorts as you strutted to the entrance.
as much as you didn’t want to be here, you weren’t gonna be sulking. your costume was cute, no need to ruin the whole look with an attitude.
you walked confidently into the party. you didn’t recognize any of the faces you could make out. you glanced around to try and find the kitchen.
when you found it, you checked out a few of the costumes as you walked. angels, devils, basic costumes floated all around the house. where were peoples’ creativity nowadays?
you poured yourself a drink, sipping from a red solo cup. why did every party have these? were they all low budget?
you wiped your mouth after yet another sip. if you were going to get through tonight, wasted was the only resort. you poured more into your cup before walking towards the backyard.
you peered through the window that lead to outside. you squinted to see if you knew anyone out there. god, you needed to get your eyes checked. bad.
before you could even contemplate if you knew anyone, you felt a presence next to you. you glanced over— chris.
you hated christopher sturniolo. he was the definition of a dickhead. he was a player and he was just annoying as hell.
“can i help you?” you said with attitude, adjusting yourself so you were facing him. he was smirking at you with a stupid dollar store cowboy costume on.
chris leaned against the wall besides the two of you. “nah, noticed your costume.” you gave him a confused and annoyed look.
you waited for a second to see if he would add anything else to his sentence. “what the fuck does that even mean?” you held back a laugh. laughing would just boost his already skyrocketing ego.
his lips turned up as he let out a small laugh. “your costume isn’t boring like everyone else. like you even got the fake tattoos and shit.”
he pointed to the drawn on tattoos all over your body. you noticed his eyes lingering on the ones on your thighs a little longer than normal.
you shrugged, looking his costume up and down. “thanks— your costume is lame and looks like you got it 5 minutes ago!” you said with the cockiest tone.
chris held his chest near his heart. “ouch. i would be offended if that weren’t true.” he adjusted the cowboy hat on his head with a smug smirk across his face.
you hated how flirty he was. it always pissed you off. he wasn’t ever talking to just talk, he always had intentions— and those intentions meant bending any girl he could over.
you refused to be on the long list of the girls he had hooked up with. “i need another drink before i even continue looking at you.” you put your one hand up in surrender as you walked to the kitchen with your cup in the other.
chris followed behind, actually keeping his distance. you still didn’t like how he thought you were going to be his girl of the night.
it was hot as hell in this house. the host chose the worst day to have a halloween party— the hottest day of october.
okay, it wasn’t actually the hottest day, but it might as well be. you felt your sharpie tattoo on your neck running a bit.
“damn it.” you attempted to salvage it by licking your finger and wiping where it ran. “here.” chris grabbed your hand and held it above your head as he used his other hand to rub off where it ran.
you stared down at him as he rubbed his thumb on your neck. you looked at his eyes as they focused on the stupid marker on your neck. you felt how close he was to you. why didn’t you feel disgusted?
you shook your head slightly. you were not even debating hanging out with chris, especially not at a party. you weren’t stupid.
you looked him up and down when he stood up. “thanks.” you said coldly before pouring yourself another drink.
“welcome, if that thanks even meant anything.” he reached over you for a cup. his arm slightly brushed yours. you looked over at him and saw a smirk on his face as he poured himself a drink.
chris took a sip and turned so his back was against the table. “haven’t seen you at a party in ages. where you been?” he asked without a cocky attitude for once.
you debated answering him— what’s the worst outcome anyways? “me and malachi broke up.” you shifted beside him. you were now next to him, also leaning against the table.
chris’s eyes widened. “oh shit, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to br-“ you cut him off. “it’s fine. he’s a dick anyways. for all i care, he could be out there fucking his new girlfriend!” your words stung a part of you when you said them.
you were over him. it didn’t matter what he was doing. “you don’t need his ass anyways.” chris said before taking another sip. did he actually care?
“thanks.” you said— not coldly, not sarcastically, actually meaningfully this time. you saw a smile creep onto chris’s face as well as your own.
chris’s eyes lingered on you for a bit longer than you liked. yeah, he was being nice, but that did not give him an invite to add you to the list.
you stood up and stretched. “these shorts are tight as fuck, dude.” you leaned your head back to look at them. they were practically suctioned onto you.
“i’m wearing a cowboy hat. i don’t wanna hear it.” chris tipped his hat with a smug expression. you couldn’t help but laugh.
when you laughed, you saw him bite his lip slightly. you could tell he thought you didn’t see because the second you looked back at him, he tried to play it off by licking his lips.
“you’re not slick.” you said as you looked at him. you two held eye contact for a second before chris’s mouth opened as if he were about to speak.
chris shrugged instead. “wasn’t trying to be.” he said with a hint of something you couldn’t identify. you had to admit, your cheeks were a bit flushed— and not just from your makeup.
you noticed chris’s eyebrows slightly narrow as his eyes glanced around the room. “what’s the matter?” you said with confusion as you turned around.
“shit.” you cursed under your breath as you locked eyes with malachi. “what, think he looks hot or somethin’?” you snapped your head around towards chris again.
“hell no! why would you even debate suggesting that?!” you pushed him and he just smirked. god, why did he have to be such a jerk but so hot?
chris shrugged again. “i don’t know, he seems to be your topic of the night.” he prepared for another hit but you just crossed your arms.
“i do not like malachi again. matter fact, he disgusts me. he’s a cheating, lying, bi-“ you ranted until chris cut you off by putting his hand on your shoulder.
you raised your eyebrow and chris spoke. “don’t worry sweetheart, i obsess and talk about people who absolutely fucking disgust me all the time too.” his lips turned up into a smile.
“i do not talk about him all the time!” you defended yourself, raising your voice. “you kinda do.” chris tilted his head and patted your shoulder.
you sat there and wondered. were you over the breakup? well, you hadn’t been to any parties since. and you refused to like any boys’ instagram posts.
“fuck.” you cursed as you realized. chris squinted an eye, raising his lip slightly. “you’re hot when you’re mad.”
you didn’t say anything, you just looked at him. you stared at him, lips parted just slightly. he wasn’t saying anything else. he was just watching you with that stupid smug look. you hated how it made your stomach flip.
“you’re annoying,” you muttered, pushing past him a little to refill your drink again. you poured more into that same cup. you could feel his eyes on you the whole time.
“you’re not denying it though,” he said, stepping closer again. you didn’t back away. you hated that even more.
“you think you’re so hot, don’t you?” you sipped your drink and looked at him with a slight smile on your lips.
“i know i’m hot.” he said, his voice low near your ear now. you let out a laugh. “but it’s nice to hear you say it.”
you turned to face him, nose practically brushing his. “i didn’t say it.” you didn’t realize how close he was. your cheeks went red again.
“you didn’t have to.” he still had the same smirk plastered on his lips. you two were close. too close.
he looked down at your lips for just a second. and you didn’t stop him when he leaned in just a little.
he went to get closer and you also leaned in. his lips ghosted yours and his hand reached for your cheek before a commotion in the back ruined it. chris turned his head around.
“yo, chris!” a voice called out from across the kitchen, loud and sharp over the music. chris’s hand lowered.
you turned as well. some guy in a ghostface mask was standing by the back door, lifting his mask just enough to talk. “malachi’s outside asking if harley can come out.”
your face went white for a second and your stomach twisted, but not from nerves. you were just.. annoyed. you sighed and went to leave.
chris glanced toward the door for a split second, then back at you. he didn’t even move. “leave him be. i mean, unless you want to go with the supposed cheating, lying, bitch?” he said under his breath.
your eyes met his again. this time, the space between you felt heavier. you stopped yourself from moving.
“he doesn’t matter.” you said, not even sure if it was to convince him or yourself. just a few minutes ago, you were trying to convince yourself you didn’t like him still.
chris tilted his head slightly, like he was reading you. “good,” he muttered as he then closed the distance between you two.
his hand found your waist, firm but slow. the plastic cup slipped from your fingers and hit the counter with a slight sound. his lips met yours like it had been building all night. he couldn’t hold back even if he tried.
it wasn’t gentle. it was hot, fast, and especially messy. it was like two people who had way too much to say, but none of it was gonna come out in words. you hated how good it felt.
his hands slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer as your fingers tangled in the stupid material of his bandana. his hat fell off somewhere behind him, not that either of you cared.
“you’re still annoying.” you whispered between kisses, your voice breathy against his mouth. “you’re still lying.” he shot back, kissing you again— but deeper this time.
you didn’t know what this was— or what the hell it meant, but for once, you weren’t thinking about malachi. not even a little.
you were only thinking about how chris’s hands were on your hips, and how his lips felt a little too good for someone you claimed to hate.
his lips were still on yours, hungry and warm, hands gripping your waist like he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to let go or pull you all the way in. you were shocked with how hesitant he was after all the girls he’d been with.
your fingers tangled into the fabric of his shirt. the way he kissed you was making your thoughts fog. all you could think about was the heat of his mouth, the press of his body, and the fact that you were doing what you planned not to do. yet not a single part of you wanted to stop.
“not here,” you mumbled against his lips, breath shaky. “too many people.” chris pulled back slightly, eyes dark and fixed on you. “follow me then.”
he grabbed your hand and started weaving through the crowd like he already knew where he was going. you didn’t even hesitate. obviously he did know where he was going. you’d seen him with other girls months ago.
you passed groups of drunk pirates and some horror movie characters. fake blood and glitter flashed under the dim house lights. you swore someone whistled as you walked by with him, but you didn’t care. your heart was pounding louder than the music itself.
he opened the door to some random bedroom, pulling you in behind him and locking it without even looking. the second it clicked shut, his lips were back on yours, harder this time. messier.
you pushed him back slightly by the chest, just enough to take in where you were. it wasn’t even a nice room. cheap posters, half-made bed, clothes on the floor—typical frat boy mess.
“you bring every girl here?” you asked, breathless but teasing as you looked around. he shrugged, eyes still locked on your lips. “only the ones in red sparkly shorts.”
you rolled your eyes, smirking. “you’re so—“ you didn’t get to finish the sentence.
he stepped forward and kissed you again—rougher this time. you could tell he was done holding back. his hands gripped your hips and backed you up toward the bed until the backs of your knees hit a blanket.
you sat down slowly, your hands still tangled in his shirt, pulling him with you. you saw his look. his hair was messier, his bandana was looser and fully to the side. you laughed slightly.
he leaned over, one hand braced beside your head on the mattress. the other was trailing slowly up your thigh. his fingertips brushed the skin just under the hem of your shorts and your breath hitched.
his eyes flicked down your body again, right where the sharpie lines curved along your skin. “you know,” he murmured, voice low, “these fake tattoos might be the hottest part of your costume.”
his thumb dragged softly across one on your thigh, slow and deliberate. you gave him a look. “they’re not even that good.”
he leaned in closer, lips brushing yours as he spoke. “doesn’t matter. i’m obsessed with them anyway.”
his mouth found your neck, kissing along the spot where the ink had smudged earlier. he was slower this time but much messier.
your hands slid up under the front of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, the way his muscles moved beneath your palms.
every kiss, every breath, every brush of skin, it was heavenly. and you sure weren’t stopping it. god, why weren’t you? you swore you wouldn’t be like the other girls, but now you understood why he had a list.
one second, he was kissing the side of your neck like it was the only thing that mattered. he was slow, open-mouthed, with just enough teeth to make you shiver. the next second, his hands were under your thighs, pulling you back further onto the bed.
he hovered over you, one hand on the mattress, the other sliding under your top like he’d been waiting all night to do it.
“you gon’ stop me?” he muttered, lips brushing against your jaw. you shook your head slowly, breath catching. “if i wanted to, you’d be long gone.”
he smirked, fingers slipping higher. “guess you don’t want to, then.” he smirked and you felt him trail his hands up a bit more, hesitantly but definitely not stopping.
his hands were warm, rough as he touched you exactly where you craved it. he took his time, thumbs brushing the underside of your bra like he was giving you a chance to change your mind.
you definitely didn’t change your mind, that’s for sure. you hadn’t been touched like this in ages, and god, chris was fulfilling that empty space.
your hips rolled onto his, closing the gap between you two. your eyes wandered from his eyes to other parts of his body that you hadn’t paid too much attention to before.
he kissed you again—harder this time. you you arched into it. his tongue slid over yours, slow and deliberate. cocky. like he knew exactly what he was doing.
you grasped his shoulder between breaths, pulling him closer. every time your lips met his, it was messier than the last. your eyes met his and he had a less cocky smile on his face. you leaned right back in.
your shirt was the first thing to go, tugged over your head without breaking the kiss. he tossed it behind him like he couldn’t care less where it landed. then his hands were everywhere. your chest, your waist, your hips like he couldn’t decide where to touch first.
his lips trailed back to your neck. “you look better like this.” he muttered against your skin. “under me.” you let out a little laugh. “you’re so cocky.” you groaned, nails digging into his shoulder as he bit down slightly.
“you like it.” he whispered, dragging his lips down your chest. he grazed over the parts of you no one else got to see. “admit it.”
the only thing coming out of your mouth was fast breaths. chris lifted his head from your chest and you arched your brows in desire.
“chris..” you whined, your tone dropping all sassiness from before. fuck, why were you so damn desperate right now?
chris couldn’t help but let out a low laugh. “shit.. i was gon’ make you admit it but you sound too sweet begging.” his mouth was now on your ear, his hand trailing down your torso.
you grasped the sheets beneath you slightly, looking at chris with complete want. he noticed and laughed against your ear. shivers traveled down your spine.
“where’d all that attitude go, huh?” he whispered, lips now grazing your jaw. “thought you hated me.” you went to respond but a small moan came out.
“i do..” you answered with deep breaths following. his fingers dragged down to your shorts, using one to move the waistband aside.
“oh yeah? that’s not what i’m exactly getting from this reaction sweetheart.” he trailed his fingers along the side of your panties, feeling just how wet they were.
your cheeks went red instantly, your eyes trailing everywhere but chris to avoid eye contact. when you turned back, you saw him biting his lip.
he tugged your shorts down with one smooth pull, his eyes darkening when he saw you underneath. “tattoos and lace? you’re really tryna kill me.”
“just shut up and—” you didn’t even get to finish the sentence before his mouth was on your inner thigh, biting gently, licking the skin like he was teasing you on purpose. and he was, of course he was.
your hips shifted into his hand and his tongue moved again, slow circles that made your breath quicken and your moans get more messy.
“say it.” he muttered and his eyes looked to you. you looked down at him, face flushed and lips parted. “say what?” your words came out breathy, like you had just run a marathon.
“that you want me.” you groaned, head falling back on the pillow. “chris..” you were back to whining. fuck.
he slid two fingers inside, just enough to make your back arch. your hips jerked, a shaky breath tumbling out of your mouth without hesitation.
“say it.” he repeated, his mouth dangerously close to where you needed him most. your mouth was agape already, moans flowing out as his fingers just sat there.
“i want you.” you gasped, your voice cracking. his smirk returned. “good girl.” his fingers began to move and you went crazy.
his fingers curled just where you needed it. “fuck..” your voice was raspy and drowned out quickly with moans. god, you were definitely responsive.
your hands practically flew to the sheet beneath you. you had long ago tossed the blanket aside. it laid, spread out on the floor right next to your shirt and bra.
his fingers moved deeper, slower, like he wanted to savor every reaction he pulled from you. your back arched off the bed when his thumb dragged lightly over your clit. you felt your breath caught in your throat.
“so sensitive.” he muttered, eyes locked on the way your chest rose and fell with every breath. “you really missed this, huh?”
your answer was a moan, sharp and messy and loud enough to make him have that stupid smirk back on his face. his mouth returned to your thigh, nipping a path upward, getting so close it made your legs twitch.
“chris..” you breathed, one hand reaching for him instinctively, the other gripping the pillow behind your head. “please.”
he looked up at you from between your legs, hair falling slightly into his eyes. “please what?” he asked, like he didn’t already know.
your hips bucked against his hand again. “you know what,” you gasped. “just—“ you couldn’t even mutter out words. “fuck, do something.”
“needy.” he muttered, but the teasing left his voice as he finally leaned in. his tongue met your clit slowly at first. long, lazy strokes like he had all night to kill. but you didn’t. your whole body was practically trembling beneath him, your thighs tightening around his head without even thinking.
“shit.” you whimpered, the sound half-muffled by your own hand as it covered your mouth. “oh my god.” his laugh vibrated against you, deep and low and cocky as hell. “so now you like me, huh?”
you didn’t answer. you couldn’t. your hips were grinding softly into his mouth and every time his tongue flicked or circled or slowed down, your breath hitched.
his fingers were still inside, moving in perfect rhythm with the motions of his mouth, curling in just the right spot every time. you swore you saw stars.
you felt yourself getting closer. the pit in your stomach grew. “that’s it.” he muttered between licks, mouth glistening. “let go, baby.”
your moans got higher, faster, more desperate as all of you tightened. your body arched again, legs squeezing tighter, your breath breaking into pieces as the orgasm hit. hard.
“fuck, chris—” your whole body shook, your hands gripping the sheets like you were holding on for dear life. your breath was shaky. how long had it been since you’d even had anything remotely close to sex?
he didn’t stop until your hips finally dropped, until your thighs were twitching from the sensitivity and your breath was all over the place.
when he pulled back, he looked up at you— lips wet, pupils blown wide, hair completely out of place. “you good?” he asked, voice just slightly smug but low enough to sound hot as hell.
you couldn’t even answer. just nodded slowly, chest still rising and falling like you’d just learned how to breath.
he heard your shaky breaths and let out a laugh. he crawled up your body and kissed you again. you could taste yourself on his lips and you didn’t even care.
his body pressed to yours now, skin on skin, and all you could think about was how you’d been stupid to ever call him annoying. because whatever this was, felt insane.
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I PROMISE ILL CLOSE MY LAPTOP N GO TO BED bath n body works is selling halloween stuff for summerween and autumn is my fav season so I got to pumpkin hand sanatizers
GIRL U NEED TO GTSSSS. but wait i might have to bag a couple.. ive been loyal to my japanese cherry blossom bc my teacher had it but PUMPKIN?!?! 😛😛
okay I promiseeee im sleeping rn!!!!!!!! but my adhd might be lying to us both. okay wasn't this weeks video like the best thing every??? also what's your fav season?
plot twist, your sleeping and ur just dreaming this. okay but wait this weeks video literally stole my fav spot. my og fav has been the fortnite vid where they switch every kill for like MONTHS but this new vlog was so good like i was in love. anywho, AUTUMN FOR SURE. i literally only live to experience halloween every year
╰ a story where you go to a halloween party after rejecting several invites in the past due to a breakup. while you’re there, you end up running into none other than chris sturniolo.
— includes: smut, dom!chris, sub!reader, making out, dryhumping, titty playing, oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex, riding, car sex, dirty talk — 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.
previous part. | wc; 10k
the harsh buzz of the fluorescent lights was giving you a headache, or maybe that was just the lingering stress of everything. either way, the store was quiet, only a few customers walking around and a bored cashier scrolling on his phone behind the counter, the hum of the refrigerators lining the back wall.
you padded down the narrow snack aisle, the oversized hoodie barely brushing your thighs. you were on a mission for hot cheetos and maybe some chocolate milk. it was one of those nights— overthinking too much, not able to sleep, bored out of your mind. you had to leave your apartment.
the last week had been crazy. since the phone call with chris, you couldn't understand why he made you feel this way— like your body didn't belong to you. it was constantly betraying you, reacting to chris's words and actions against your will. your fingers were replying to his messages and answering his calls late at night on their own, your mouth responding to his banter faster than you could think, and it started making you sick, 'cause he was the type of person you couldn't stand. typical player, looking down at people, acting like he's better than everyone, as if girls were nothing to him, and all he cared about was having fun.
but then again, wasn't that what you needed? to have some fun? and you definitely had it while interacting with him, even if you didn't want to admit it. you were torn between blocking him and playing along with this little game you two had. you just didn't know what to do and hopefully you'll figure it out tonight. maybe if you got some kind of sign—
you turned the corner without looking, literally slamming straight into someone with enough force to make you stumble back with a soft gasp, hot cheetos crinkling in your hand.
“shit,” a voice muttered. deep, familiar. too familiar.
your stomach dropped. "you gotta be kidding me,” you said before even looking up.
of course the universe had to mock you. you'd just been thinking about him and now here he was. hoodie halfway zipped, backwards cap in place, a six-pack of cheap beer dangling from one hand. when your eyes locked with his and he realized it was you, his usual smirk curled slowly onto his lips. it made you want to punch him and get down on your knees at the same time. god, you hated it.
though, chris was completely in heaven. he tried to convince you to meet up with him for the past week, but you were stubborn, even if you already made him come through the phone a few times. whenever it was listening to your voice on the call or just getting some selfie from you— he was going crazy.
and now finally seeing you in person after almost a month? he might explode right there and then.
“woah,” he said slowly, taking in your legs, then your face. “so it really might be d—"
"if you say that it's destiny again, i'm gonna cut my ears off," you interrupted him, making his grin wider.
"sassy as ever," he wets his bottom lip with his tongue, checking you out again. he wonders how can you look so fine without ever trying. "you look good," he adds.
you wish he didn't say that.
"thanks. glad my pajama shorts and old hoodie can make you hard." you reply with a hint of sarcasm, taking a step to the side to pass by him, but he mirrored it, blocking your path just to be annoying. not touching, but close enough for you to feel his cologne. you got deja vu.
"who said m'hard?"
you arched an eyebrow, glancing down at his lap and then back up, causing a shiver go down his spine. he mutters, "naughty girl, you only think 'bout one thing, huh? who's the freak here?"
"you are," you said, stepping to the other side, but he did the same. "you're in my way."
“you ran into me.”
“'cause you were standing like an idiot in the middle of the aisle.”
chris smirked, eyes dropping briefly to your thighs again, "not complainin'.” rolling your eyes, you glanced at him again, catching the way he was just shamelessly looking you up and down. you knew that he knows exactly what he's doing. your stomach twisted and heat crept up your neck, hating him for causing it, for the flutter in your chest.
you crossed your arms like that would hold you together, fingers tightening around your hot cheetos. "stop it," you snapped, trying to keep yourself in check. chris looked back up, his gaze deepening, the corner of his mouth twitching. "stop what?"
"stop staring, dumbass." you muttered through clenched teeth. "what are you even doing here?"
his eyebrow shot up. "what am i doing here? what 'bout you? ya followed me to my grocery store?” he teased, tilted his head. “that's kinda obsessive, don’cha think?”
you gave him an unimpressed look. “your grocery store? what, you own aisle seven now?”
"i might,” he said, glancing at the shelves. “feels like my territory.”
you gave him a glare, arching a perfectly judgmental eyebrow, only to see the smirk on his face growing bigger. "you live 'round here?" he asks when you move past him, spotting your favorite cookies on the top shelf nearby. his eyes were drawn to your every move, his feet quick to follow too.
"why? you planning a break in?" you tiptoed, fingers stretching as far as they could go, but the box of your cookies remained frustratingly out of reach.
"maybe,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching when he sees you struggling. "depends how good your alarm system is.”
you pressed your lips together, biting back a smile, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "so? what's the plan for tonight, sweetheart?" he teases, taking a step closer without you realizing. he almost rolls his eyes at the fact you're too short to grab fucking cookies.
you let out a small huff, rocking back on your heels and squinting up at the candy like maybe glaring hard enough would make them fall into your hands— but no.
"wouldn't you like to know."
"i would."
before you could even turn around, you felt it. the solid press of his chest against your back, letting you know he's just behind you. your breath hitches when his arm slides past you, slowly reaching for the box, letting you feel the warmth of his body. you glanced up, only to find him already staring but at you, that smug smirk tugging at his lips. but behind it, his eyes burned with something intense, like having you this close without touching was some kind of torture.
your pulse stuttered.
you clear your throat, trying to keep it together, taking the cookies from him and stepping back.
“just felt like getting hot cheetos." you answered like nothing happened, your brain forgetting how to function, the butterflies in your stomach going ballistic.
“oh yeah?” he asks, tilting his head, enjoying your reaction to him being too close. “i've got a party and way too much weed for one guy. you could tag along or whatever."
you stared at him, something unreadable flickering behind your lashes. you hesitated, knowing it might be fun, but also being aware how this would end. that's why you've been avoiding parties lately. even if some foolish part of you wanted to go with him, just to see what would happen this time, you shake the thought off. "tempting,” you replied, brushing past him finally. “but i already made plans with netflix and my vibrator.”
chris laughed, shaking his head amused, something about the way you said it makes him more affected than he'd like to admit.
“you gonna miss me eventually,” he called after you, watching as you walk through the aisle without looking back. "only if you’re the last man on earth,” you tossed back, leaving him behind. chris watches you go, still grinning like the cocky asshole he was. netflix and your vibrator. jesus christ.
he stood there for half a second, blinking like he’d just gotten slapped and kissed at the same time, then adjusted the grip on the six-pack in his hand, smirk deepening as he started following you. you were halfway down the next aisle when he caught up. "so, vibrator, huh?" he asked casually, falling into step beside you like this was totally normal. you tossed him a bored side eye. “yeah. you threatened?"
he chuckles, looking down at you. “threatened? nah. just wonderin' what model. y'know, for science.” he leaned in a little, voice dropping. “i mean, was it that little pink one you showed me on facetime two days ago, or—?”
"shut the fuck up." you spun toward him, eyes wide. “you did not just bring that up in a public store.”
he shamelessly continues, not caring about how loud he speaks. "you think we could use it next time m'deep inside you? y'know, like, we'd see if your pussy likes my dick or your vibrator better."
your jaw almost drops, the image slips into your head before you can stop it, making your cheeks grow hotter. him pounding into you while using a vibrator at the same time? what a freak.
what is even freakier is that you'd be into that.
before you had a chance to respond, you both heard a weird, choking sound, your eyes catching a guy a few feet away, giving you both the most bewildered, horrified look, like he'd just overheard something that will haunt him forever. without a word, he turned and walked off, clutching his shopping basket like it might protect him. chris follows your gaze and grins even more after seeing your mortified expression. "oh. my. god."
"oops."
you gave him one of your typical death glares before lightly smacking his arm. "god, chris! so embarrassing." you shake your head and pick up a carton of chocolate milk, pretending to examine the label. “i hate you."
"ow," he massaged his shoulder dramatically, though the clear amusement on his face said he didn't mind one bit. watching you worked up like this was absolutely priceless. "that's abuse, babe."
“you're disgusting.”
“and yet,” he said, looking you up and down with that slow, lazy confidence, “you still ran into me.”
“i literally turned a corner,” you said flatly, moving past him, heading towards the register.
he grinned, loving the way he was able to annoy you in person again. he didn't even mind being late to the party, if it meant seeing more of that pissed off look on your face, it was worth every second.
he obviously follows you. "you sure you didn’t feel me from halfway across the store and come lookin'?”
you rolled your eyes so hard, that it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of your head. “you're so delusional that i almost feel bad for you."
“'n' you walkin' away from me again.” he tilted his head, getting into your way and walking backwards now, so you could see his stupid grin. "shit hurts, sweetheart.”
"stop calling me all of these."
“what 'bout sunshine?” he offered, voice low and teasing. "'cos y'know, you a real bundle of joy."
you stopped walking, looking at him like you couldn't decide between kicking him and pulling him closer by his shirt. "i'm going to pay for my snacks, but you—" you point your finger at him. "you're going to go to your stupid party, and get drunk with people who think pong is a sport. leave me alone and everyone will be happy." chris looked at you, your hair up, skin flushed, hoodie hanging off one shoulder like it had no business being that sexy. you hadn’t even tried and somehow that was making him even more frustrated.
"yes, ma'am."
you groaned painfully, practically losing your goddamn mind over his teasing, knowing damn well how he enjoys watching you struggle. you couldn't even blame all the girls who fell for his bullshit— he was such a charmer.
you turned on your heel and he watched you paying for your stuff, giving you the impression that maybe he will actually back off.
once again, you forgot who you were dealing with here.
a few minutes later after leaving the store, the night air hits you like a wave as the automatic doors slid shut behind you. you exhaled, finally alone again, the plastic bag swinging from your wrist as you walk through the parking lot towards your car. you had just clicked the unlock button and put your things inside, when a voice coming from behind scared the shit out of you.
“god, you walk fast for someone so small."
you jumped. chris was jogging toward you, breath a little short, beer still in hand, receipt flapping in the other.
“what the fuck, chris?” you snapped, spinning to face him. “you were sprinting?”
he slowed to a walk, grin already forming. "kinda. you left before i could give you shit one last time.” you rolled your eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm, "oh, lucky me."
chris stopped in front of you, eyes roaming over your face. "runnin' away after flirtin' with me in a snack aisle is wild."
"i wasn't flirting."
“you said vibrator in public. that's, like, second base.”
god.
the stare you gave him makes everything even funnier to him. “you are—”
“—irresistible?”
"ridiculous. you're fucking ridiculous." you moved to open the car door, but he leaned against it casually, blocking your way with a smirk.
“i mean, you can leave,” he said, voice low. “or you can go to the party with me."
he desperately needed to have you there, so he could hit again, 'cause the calls and messages you'd exchanged over the past few days just weren’t cutting it. it wasn’t enough to satisfy the frustration building up inside him, chris felt this restless ache, and he got bored of jerking off. no other girl could get him going as much as you could. no matter how annoying or confusing it was, it was the truth.
you huffed, "i'm not going. i got plans."
"yeah, with your vibrator, i get that." he says mockingly, making you regret the stupid sarcastic words that left your mouth. he leans closer, your heart skips a beat. "you could get the real thing though. or better— get both. maybe you don't miss me, but i bet your pussy does."
your mouth parted slightly, as if you were about to argue or at least say something, but then closed again, after realizing he was right. even now, you don't trust yourself to be this close to him.
before you could even begin to form a response, chris's eyes shifted over your shoulder, narrowing slightly. his expression subtly changed, so you followed his gaze, turning around. across the parking lot, halfway to the entrance, stood no one else but your ex. slouched, arms crossed, trying not to look like he was watching you and chris, but failing. your stomach dropped, not in the emotional way, but more like an eye roll from your soul.
"oh, ew." you grimaced.
why's he everywhere you go lately?
he scoffs quietly, "he wants another live pre show or what?"
the corner of your mouth twitched upwards, your eyes locking with jake's. he was still standing in the same spot, looking completely unbothered which was clearly an act. you could tell how mad he is even from the distance. you knew him too well.
"don't care," you shrugged. "i just wanna eat my hot cheetos and have some peace."
"he tryna make eye contact like a weirdo."
"he is a weirdo. and he's just trying to be all tough," you rolled your eyes. "i'm surprised he's alone and not with his little bitch that follows him around like a dog."
chris's smirk was back in place when you looked at him again. "clearly he didn't got the message last time."
"probably," you said, thinking back to the night, when you pulled chris closer and he kissed you without hesitation. jake never kissed you like this, he never make you feel wanted like this, even if he was the one you were with.
and even if this thing between you and chris was only physical— it still felt good, knowing that someone is obsessed with you in ways no one else ever was. you couldn't forget how quickly this whole thing went from trying to make jake understand that you two are done, to something that had nothing to do with your ex anymore. maybe that's why you couldn't bring yourself to simply tell chris to go to hell, and stop this from going any further.
the eye contact was making the air around you electric, goosebumps appearing on your skin. chris didn’t say anything, just stood there, eyes fixed on you with that same half lazy, half predatory look he always got right before saying something infuriating. he leaned just slightly closer, your breath hitches, his lips inches from yours.
he wasn't gonna miss this opportunity.
"so," his voice low and hoarse when he speaks up. "you down to give him some deja vu?"
your fingers twitched at your sides, aching to reach for him, but didn't yet. his gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips and lingered there, the tension curled around you two like a wire pulled taut. one more second and it would snap.
you swallowed hard, moving closer just barely an inch. your heart was pounding, every nerve felt like on fire, and you knew that if you kiss him, it's not gonna be to put up a show for your ex, but because you crave that. he doesn't have to know it though.
"maybe i do," you whispered, leaning in, hands finding his hoodie and pulling him down. your eyes fluttered shut, lips crashing against his, getting a respond instantly. chris hummed, tilting his head slightly, matching your rhythm. his one hand went to your hip, the other bracing against the car, boxing you in. his lips were warm and rough, all heat and familiarity, just like you remembered. your mouths moved in sync, greedy, like you both were starving for years— and to be honest, it felt like it too.
he bites your bottom lip lightly and you make a small, muffled noise— the kind you'd never admit to making, before pulling back with a short gasp. god, the way he kisses makes your legs weak.
your eyes open, blinking, catching chris already looking, your cheeks growing hotter. he licked his lips slowly, like he was tasting the moment before giving you that usual smirk of his, clearly trying to act nonchalant, but failing.
"if you gonna kiss me like that, better don't blame me for followin' you wherever ya goin' tonight," he speaks up, voice low.
you arched an eyebrow, "kiss you like that?"
"yeah. like you wanna devour my soul."
you stand there silent for half a second before chuckling and shaking your head, the amusement clear on his face as well. putting your hand on his chest, you gently push him away, trying to put some space between you both.
devour his soul, sure.
"can say the same about you."
"maybe i do wanna devour ya." he leans closer again. "and i think you'd let me."
"really?" you raised an eyebrow, feigning shock. "you're so sure about it, huh?"
"yeah, i am." he just smirks while you try to hold back a smile.
the cool night air wraps around you, but it’s not enough to chill the heat still simmering from the kiss even if you both are joking around. chris leans against the side of your car like he owns the damn thing, grinning lazily, his hand still on your hip like he’s got no plans of moving it anytime soon. "so, you gonna pretend that—"
"are you seriously doing this shit again?"
a sharp, familiar voice cuts through the air, interrupting whatever chris wanted to say.
your head snaps around just to see no one else, but your ex storming toward you like he owns the parking lot, like he's entitled to some kind of explanation— his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. you didn't think he would had the balls to come here and speak to you. clearly he's had enough of seeing you making out with another guy in front of him.
and maybe the first kiss you shared with chris a few weeks ago was to send a clear message to jake that you moved on, but now? now you kissed chris 'cause you wanted to. you felt like it.
should it be concerning?
chris straightens slightly but doesn’t move away, his fingers curl at your hip calmly, like he’s clocked the situation and is more amused than anything. he even lets out a breathy laugh through his nose, barely turning his head. "aaand there he is,” he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.
you sigh. "oh, for fuck’s sake.”
jake stops a few feet in front of you, face twisted in jealousy and indignation. “what exactly do you think you’re doing?” the guy snaps, not even looking at chris. his eyes are locked on you like you betrayed some unwritten rule. your eyebrows shot up and you actually wanted to laugh.
and you did.
"excuse you?"
"dont play dumb. you're really trying to get back at me with him?”
"oh, you think it's about you?"
"isn't it? it's the second time you've seen me and then you two are fucking making out with one another. like, do you even know who he is?" jake gives chris a look over. "since when you're into fratboys?"
"aw, man, y'know who i am. see, i barely even acknowledge your existence. this says a lot 'bout us, isn't it?" chris speaks up, his tone dripping with irony, making your lips twitch upwards.
"shut the fuck up, i'm not talking to you." he looks at you. "this is your revenge? still bitter i left?"
woah, he really is doing this. seriously standing here, trying to confront you like he even had the right to be jealous.
the disbelief hits you first, but it's melted quickly, replaced with annoyance. another bitter laugh leaves your lips, you could absolutely feel the pulse in your neck, your fingers clenching into fists without you realizing it.
oh, he was asking for it now.
"you have no fucking right to be acting like this right now," you snap, pointing your finger at him. "am i still bitter that you left? all i feel is actually freedom, 'cause i left. finally not bothered by your pathetic ass. you're the one who couldn't keep your dick in your pants, and it's not your business what i'm doing now, and with who."
"it will always be my business." he takes a step forward, making chris shift slightly. "like, i told you we could fix it and you didn't want to. it's not my fault that you're so fucking stubborn—"
chris lets out a small snort, jake's glare shifting to him, sizing him up. he looks like he’s about to combust. chris just grins wider.
“the fuck you laughing for? you think it's funny?"
"i mean, yeah, a little. what you sayin' is literally ridiculous." chris raises an eyebrow. “you stormin' across a parking lot, like you’re 'bout to throw hands over a girl who clearly doesn’t want you. kinda peak comedy, bro.”
“fuck you,” jake spits.
"yeah, she gonna, so if you could be quicker with this insecure bullshit, i'd be glad." chris replies, throwing his one arm around your shoulders to piss off jake more which was working, cause his face was getting red like a tomato from anger. "look, i'd be mad too if i fumbled someone like her, but c'mon man, you cheated. you don't get to act offended now."
jake bristles, "that's none of your fucking business."
"he's spitting facts though," you add casually, shrugging. watching jake being so mad over chris, who was clearly finding this whole situation funny, was in fact really hilarious. you enjoyed it a bit too much— to be honest, you should've confronted jake like this a long time ago.
your ex ignores you, his eyes locked on chris's and he steps forward, jaw clenched. you raised an eyebrow. is he trying to put up a fight with chris? it was ridiculous to see, 'cause chris couldn't be more unbothered.
he looks him up and down, his smirk growing, "i'd be embarrassed if i was you. y'know, comin' here, tryna be all tough like she owns you an explanation. what do ya wanna hear? that she traded up for someone who actually makes her finish?”
your eyes widen and let out a chuckle, not able to hold back.
“guys— c'mon..." you cut in, still finding the situation amusing, but sensing that what chris said just might completely set off your ex.
and it does.
jake shoves chris, hard enough to make him his six pack of beer almost slip from his hand. he doesn't flinch or backs off though. “you wanna say that again?"
"hey—" you try to step in, but chris just hands the beer over to you, pushing you gently out of the way.
he looks at jake still amused, a low, disbelieving chuckle escaped him as he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. "a'ight," he muttered, "you want me to repeat, yeah?" he nods and hums, then landing a clean, solid punch square to the guy’s jaw. not really that hard, but enough to make your ex stumble back, catching himself on a nearby car, stunned.
your jaw drops.
chris shakes his hand out once and exhales, bored. "that was just for bein' a dick," he says. "not for me, 'cos trust me i couldn't give a fuck less. but you won't be acting like you're the one who got hurt. your ears fixed? you hear me now?"
you're frozen.
you were expecting some snappy comeback or maybe a push back, but not this. time literally seemed to splinter for a second, adrenaline buzzing in your fingertips, breath caught halfway in your throat. a part of you was definitely in shock, but underneath it, was something else— a deep, burning satisfaction.
you hadn’t even known you needed it, until you saw it happen. your ex finally being ripped out of whatever reality he thought he owned? hilarious.
and chris... he literally just stands there, his lip curled into a half-grin that bordered on arrogant. did he just kind of defend you somehow?
karma finally threw a punch and you didn’t even have to lift a finger.
jake wipes his mouth, still not coming back with anything smart, but slowly straightening up. you decided to land something harder than the punch. "go cry to your girlfriend about it. y'know, the one you swore was a 'mistake' just to keep fucking her, and kneel to her like a pathetic puppy after i left your dumbass."
jake gives you a glare, only muttering something unintelligible and finally walking off, humiliated, shoulders tight with rage.
you watch him for a few seconds, then looking back at chris still in shock, for the first time seeing him without the filters of lust or annoyance. you were actually impressed.
your eyebrows shot up when he locks eyes with you, grabbing the beer out of your hands, clearly unbothered. nonchalant final boss.
"what?" he asks. "stop lookin' at me like that, shit freaks me out."
"i didn't need you to defend me."
chris scoffs, rolling his eyes. "stop being dramatic, i wasn't defendin' anyone. his face just needed a little fixin'."
you smile, amused despite yourself. "oh my god," you shake your head. "you're crazy."
"yeah," he smirks, leaning in. "you like that?"
something twisted low in your stomach, the way he looked and what he said was honestly kind of hot, causing your pussy to clench around nothing.
get. a . grip.
"you wish," you mumbled, playfully pushing him away. he backs off with his smirk wider, arms raised in surrender. the air is lighter now, even if your heart still thuds with leftover adrenaline. your eyes drifted to his hand, the skin across his knuckles slightly red. he notices your gaze, looking down at his hand and back at you. he raised an eyebrow, giving you a small shrug and stuffing his hand casually into his pocket. "didn't even hit that hard."
you look at him in disbelief, "he looked like he literally saw stars and you tell me you didn't hit that hard?"
"yeah, should've punched him harder, but i thought i'd leave the honor to you for another occasion."
"wow, so thoughtful of you, thanks." you rolled your eyes, even though you weren't able to hold back a smile again.
"no problem."
"if i hit him, i probably wouldn't have stopped at one." chris smirks, "yeah, figured. that's why i did it f'you. controlled damage."
"i mean, you didn't have to get involved, but that's nice, i guess." you keep the tone sarcastic, "i might tolerate you a little more."
"fuck, if i knew that punching your ex would get you to finally stop being annoyed with me, then i'd do it the first time i saw him."
"no, you wouldn't." chris raises an eyebrow at your response. "we were quite busy back then," you add.
lately, you wondered who the fuck was even saying and doing all those things, 'cause it for sure wasn't you.
his mouth tugged up in that annoyingly confident way, like he couldn't believe his ears. "i think i might have too much of an influence on ya."
"i think you're right."
you clear your throat, trying to wash that goddamn grin off your face, your hand finding the car door and opening it.
"still time to make it to that party, y'know." he speaks, not wanting you to leave, 'cause he knows that then he won't see you again so soon. and he really hopes for more tonight or he'll go insane.
you look at him, resting your hand at the top of your car. "i'm not gonna go, chris."
"what 'bout somewhere else? you were plannin' to go home or—?"
you're torn between lying and telling him. you could easily blow him off, it's not like he'll push himself into your car, he wasn't that crazy, but why not take him with you? or at least mention what your plans were for tonight? he'll probably prefer to go to the party anyway, when he hears that you weren't planning on doing anything interesting. besides, you know that he only wants one thing today— and you couldn't blame him, 'cause you yourself could barely hold back, especially after what he did a few minutes ago. it made him ten times hotter.
chill.
"nope, was gonna drive around and then eventually chill somewhere," you finally reply. "nothing fun."
"i mean, we can always make it fun," he winks at you, almost getting an eye roll in response.
"freak."
"am i gonna get invited or what?" he tilts his head teasingly, wanting to hear you say it. now you rolled your eyes. "do you have to? bet you'd somehow end up at the place im gonna go anyway. stalker."
"you're the stalker here, always runnin' into me."
"not always."
"often."
"only two times. and you runned into me."
his grin widens. "whatever ya say, ma."
you felt heat pool low in your belly, your pulse kicked up. you try to look annoyed when you say, "you can come, i guess."
he was already making his way to the other side of the car. "i heard that once from you before." he opened the passenger door and slid inside, closing it behind and leaving you in disbelief. a flush spread across your cheeks before you could stop it, the memory of you making chris come on the call still printed in your head. then it happened two or three more times, but he was more in control. you still remember that whimper. is it time to tease him about it?? two can play this game and he happens to forget it.
you got inside, closing the door and buckling your seatbelt. you looked over at him, seeing his smug expression as he puts the beer to the backseat, letting his hand brush against your arm. sickening.
the engine purred to life as you shifted into reverse, chris watching from the passenger seat as you pulled out of the parking lot, adjusting the volume on your crappy bluetooth speaker.
"speakin' about that call," you glance over at him, the city thinning out into quiet stretches of road as you drive. "when you said— what was it again?”
he sat up a little straighter. “no.”
“wait, let me get it right. something like, ‘please, keep talking and help me cum.’ or how i called you a good boy and you loved it."
chris groaned and slid down in the seat, like he was trying to disappear. “nah, absolutely not. that conversation is legally sealed and burned.”
you had to bite your lip to hold back a laugh. “come on, it was so sincere. you begged.”
“i was definitely on somethin'," he lies.
“you were stone cold sober.”
“i was emotionally compromised.”
“just horny.”
"same thing."
you burst out laughing, gripping the steering wheel with both hands to keep from swerving.
chris glares at you, but the corners of his mouth are twitching. "didn't i tell you not to bring that up again?"
"maybe," you shrugged, unbothered. his tongue clicks against his teeth as he tries to play it cool, even if he was just slightly embarrassed, 'cause no girl ever made him do any of this before. he just couldn't stand the fact that he wasn't able to get off without your help, which made him really desperate— he still is needy, wanting to feel your pussy around him again, and he has a good feeling about tonight. "i wasn't beggin', by the way."
"sure you were."
"don't be a smartass," he replies, his voice lower. "we both know i can have you cryin' and beggin' in twenty seconds."
"twenty seconds is solid, if you ask me." you said sarcastically, trying to keep your thoughts in check, even if your thighs subtly pressed together. he smirks, his eyes never leaving your side profile. "yeah, we wanna check that?"
you pushed out your bottom lip a little, shaking your head. "nope."
"that's what i thought."
"you're such an asshole."
"takes one to fuck one."
you glare at him, just to meet with his smug expression. chris adjusts his backwards hat, leaning his head back as he watches you drive. pretty hot sight, if he's being honest.
you two fall silent for a few moments, before you decide to ask. "so,” you start, looking forward at the road, “you always punch ex boyfriends for the girl's you sleep with or what?"
beneath the sarcasm, there was a real question out of curiosity.
"yeah, m'walkin' around, asking which one of 'em has an idiot ex, and then i find him and kick his ass," he replies playfully. then he adds, "didn't hit him 'cos i like you or some shit, if that's what you think."
"i didn't think that," you lie. he just smirks, "for sure. just say that's what you want."
"what?" you glanced at him again, before focusing on the road. "want you to like me?"
he hums, "mhmm."
you grimaced, "ew, don't ever say it again. i'd actually rather eat glass."
"good," he replies, still not looking away from you. "means we on the same page."
his gaze drifts to the window, trying to guess where you're taking him, but the road signs meant nothing. you'd left the familiar parts of town behind at least ten minutes ago, and you hadn’t said a word about directions. he shifted in the seat, peering out at the empty suburban sprawl slipping past the windows. "so," he spoke again. "where are you kidnappin' me?"
your eyebrows shot up. "i'm not kidnapping you."
"really? i was hoping you would," he replies sarcastically. the corner of your mouth twitched upward, "no, you'd be way too loud." chris snorted, "you tellin' me that i'd be way too loud? did you forget how loud you were when i—"
"one more word and i'll leave you here." you cut him off mid sentence, feeling your stomach twisting at the memory. you take a sharp right, tires crunching over a gravel path lined with trees.
chris blinked, looking at you again. "okay, gonna leave it for later. and that’s not a real road, by the way. shit's gettin' creepy."
“aww, you scared?"
he scoffs, "don't have enough reasons yet."
"yet," you repeat, smiling.
the car finally rolled to a stop around ten minutes later, parked in front of an empty field, edged by a half collapsed chain link fence. a wide, curved concrete bowl was off in the distance.
"a fuckin' skatepark?" he raises an eyebrow, unbuckling the seatbelt and leaving the car after you do.
"yup, found it recently. i can hate everyone in peace here."
"okay, emo."
you just rolled your eyes. chris follows you, the distant city lights blinking through the trees, the wind slightly messing with your hair. you climbed up to the edge of the concrete bowl and sat down, legs dangling. chris joins you, obviously sitting a little too close.
you hear the sound of a can opening, your eyes moving to chris, just to see him taking a big sip of the beer he bought. you didn't even notice him taking it from the car.
"what?" he asks, catching your gaze. "didn't grab one f'you 'cos you drive."
"you're being responsible? wow," you raised an eyebrow.
"m'not as stupid as you think."
"you don't know what i think."
"so you do think somethin'."
"i never said that."
"didn't need to," he smirks. "i know you gotta think a lot 'bout that one night."
"the one i called you a—"
"no," he interrupts immediately, your amusement back in place. he really tries to remove this from his memory. "the one when i fucked you so good that you spilled my pepsi."
"what's with that pepsi obsession, by the way?" you ask.
he shrugs, "it's delish."
"delish? you're gay."
"shut the fuck up, i spend too much time with nick."
"i'm sure he doesn't use that word."
"okay, can i live? jesus." he lets out a huff, pretending to be annoyed, but there’s a sparkle in his eyes, and that damn smirk not leaving his face.
you lied down on the cold concrete, biting on your bottom lip. chris was pretty funny and this started to bother you. if he was horrible and boring, you wouldn't even be here with him in the first place.
he takes another sip of the beer, glancing over at you and raising an eyebrow, but not saying anything. he slouched back as well, spreading his legs, his hand behind him.
you looked at him for a second. and then another.
god, he was such a guy. like, every dumbass fratboy stereotype who you never liked before, always thinking that they're all so shallow, but now there you are, sitting here with the king of the frat.
you watch the way his jaw clenches when he takes a sip, his adam's apple bobbed as he swallows. his jawline was stupidly defined, and he has this one small mole right along it that was annoyingly hot. the kind of detail you only see when you're too close or pay too much attention. his hair stuck out from under his backwards hat, in messy little curls at the nape of his neck, a little too long and boyish for someone, who walked around like he owned every room he stepped into. you hate that you notice things like that.
"shit, don't tell me you fallin' in love, 'cos that's when the fun always ends." his voice bring you back to reality and you realize he caught you staring. damn it.
you scoffed, now looking at the sky and starting to count stars you couldnt care less about. "with the idea of choking you, maybe."
"how many more kinks you got?" he asks sarcastically, voice all lazy and smug. you glare at him, quickly realizing it was a bad idea, when something twisted low in your stomach. that stupid smirk. he was so cocky and infuriating, yet it was so fun and easy to talk to him. "i wont tell you. we don't want you to fantasize about me more than you already are." you reply, looking back at the sky.
"too late."
he puts the beer down, shifting closer to you until his face was hovering right over yours, blocking your view of the night, one arm lazily holding him up. the air between you thickened, his breath warm near your cheek.
"you're in my space," you said. "you like it," he mutters, voice low and teasing. your eyes shift to his. "y'know... don't have to pretend to be all mysterious with the stars, when i'm way more interesting."
you raised an eyebrow, your pulse quickening when his gaze flickered down to your mouth. "proof?"
god, the way you were challenging him in ways no one else ever did.
his lips crashed into yours with a force that made you softly gasp, not in a surprise, but because it was so fucking obvious this was inevitable.
you pulled him even closer by the front of his shirt, returning the kiss as your hand slid up to the back of his neck. he leans over you, settling between your legs, his body pressing against yours, not all the way, but just enough to make you want more. his hand moved, brushing against your waist where your hoodie had ridden up, his thumb traced a line just above the waistband of your shorts. not rushing, but teasing, even if he was impatient as hell.
you hummed in response, deepening the kiss, your tongue sliding past his lips, tangling with his. you felt how his hand started sliding up under your hoodie, your skin warm and tense beneath his palm. a low groan leaves him when he finds out that you're not wearing a bra.
you playfully bite his bottom lip when his thumb brushes against yours nipple, sending shivers down your spine immediately. he smirks in response, his mouth leaving yours, moving down your jaw instead, nipping at your neck. you knocked his hat off, hand sliding into his hair and tugging on it, causing him to groan again, which you felt deep in your stomach. your body was betraying you again, arching into him and his touch. he spreads your legs with his body, his growing bulge pressing against your core as he lowers his head, letting you think for a moment that he's finally gonna give some attention to your pussy, but no— his head disappears under the soft fabric of your big hoodie, lips teasingly brushing along your skin. you raised an eyebrow, amusement written all over your face. "what're you doing?"
"hm?" he hums against your stomach, hot kisses dragging up your chest, your breath catching with each one. if someone saw you both, it'd look ridiculous, but at least you were still covered. "nothin'," he adds.
"doesn't look like nothing— oh!"
he groans, noticing you're not wearing a bra, and his lips attack your hardening nipple immediately, making you gasp softly.
all those weeks, every single night he spent replaying your last time together, every fucking moment he’d imagined having you again, it all had built up into something sharp and heavy in his chest. now that he finally had you under him again, he felt like he was going to explode, but he was dragging it out, teasing you until you felt as desperate as he had been.
he couldn't get off with anyone else, or without hearing and seeing you, so now with his lips on your skin, he was barely holding back, just enough to drive you crazy first. you weren't fighting it, having to admit that you thought a lot about that party. the way he made you feel like you were burning from the inside out, making you completely spent and hitting spots no one ever did. so with his hands beneath your hoodie, and his tongue flicking over your nipples, all you did was exhale and let him keep going.
his face buried between your boobs as he kisses, licks and bites softly, his free hand playing with your other breast, while the other one traces patterns on your inner thigh, close to your clothed pussy. you start getting more responsive as he switches between your nipples, your hips starting to shift slightly under him. he smirks against your skin, starting to move his lips down your stomach slowly, until he pulls his head out from under your hoodie, his breath just a little uneven, lips pink, hair a complete mess— sticking up in all directions, making him look even more delicious.
"no bra, huh?" his tone low. he licks his lips, "makes me wonder... got nothin' under those tiny shorts too?"
a shiver goes straight to your pussy.
you shrug nonchalantly even if you were anything but.
"check."
he wanted that kind of answer. he grins, knowing that you're already pretty damn desperate if you're getting submissive. he leans in, catching your mouth again with his in a kiss that felt hungrier now.
you respond immediately, deepening it. he moves, quiding you with him as he leaned back on the concrete, pulling you effortlessly on top of him, his hands resting on your ass now. your legs shifted instinctively, knees bracketing his thighs. heat crawled up your spine when he made you press against the bulge in his pants, getting a small whine from you. the ache between your thighs was too strong to ignore now.
you were getting in fact really frustrated.
chris groans into the kiss when he urges you to start grinding against him, the feeling of your warm pussy against his hard cock through your clothes is driving him crazy. your shorts started clinging to you, sticky and damp, and he could feel it with each movement of your hips. he smirked against your mouth, pulling back slightly, his hands gripping your ass tighter, guiding you in rhythm against his hardness. "you gettin' so... fuckin'— wet...—"
your stomach flipped, still rocking your hips in a way that makes you both moan. "shit," you mutter, slowly straightening up, thighs tight around him. one hand grips the front of his shirt, fingers curling in the fabric like you needed it just to stay upright. your eyes slightly unfocused, the pleasure overwhemling, but still locked on his. you already looked wrecked and somehow it makes you even hotter to him.
but chris in this angle, god. eyes half lidded, jaw clenched like he was holding back some noises, brows furrowed. he looked too good and the way he stared at you makes heat pulse down in your stomach.
"you look so fuckin' hot on me right now," he says, voice hoarse with lust. "but if we keep goin' m'gonna cum."
you bite back a smile, now moving your hips in circles, his cock brushing against your clit perfectly. "thought that's what you wanted."
"i mean, yeah, but not in my pants. that's fuckin' embarassing." his hands moved to your hips, urging you to stop moving. "would rather your mouth much more."
oh.
before you could reply, you heard wheels scrape pavement and it makes you snap back into reality, reminding you where you both even are.
"chris, we're in public—"
he scoffed, "no shit." he keeps looking at you, his chest raising and falling rapidly. "dry fuckin' me just two seconds ago and suddenly now remembering where we are?"
"god forbid a girl gets distracted," you roll your eyes, making him smirk.
he slowly sits up, keeping you close and still on him. he looks around, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. "i mean, ya ever did it in a car?"
you weren't strong enough to not agree to this idea.
few second later, the car door slams shut behind you both, cutting off the outside noise like a switch. chris gets comfortable on the backseat, already pushing his jeans down while you slid down between his spread legs. the cramped space barely was giving you space, but you didn't care.
"y'know," he starts as you look up at him, hands moving to his boxers and pulling them down with his help. his dick splits out, already leaking precum. "had a lot of girls on their knees f'me like this, but you look the hottest."
you raised an eyebrow, the corners of your mouth twitching updward. "is this what you tell all of them?" you ask, wrapping your hand around the base and sticking your tongue out to lick the head slowly, collecting the clear liquid there. his hand comes down to the back of your head, not pushing, but letting you know he's still in control.
"nah," he replies, biting on his bottom lip to suppress a sound when you take him into your mouth. "but my dick likes seein' you like this the most for some reason."
heat flashes through you like a jolt, settling low in your belly. after hearing that, you double your efforts, wanting to make sure that what he said was true. you hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head and taking him deeper until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag. "fuck— just like that... you can take it— you wanted this so now take it."
you hum around him which is enough to make his hips jerk slightly. you pull back for a split second, saliva connecting your lips to his tip, before you give him a kitty lick. "don't stop," he mutters, tilting his head back against the seat as you take all of him again, watching his reactions.
after thinking about this exact situation for past weeks, chris felt like in heaven right now, finally getting what he craved and what no one else could give him lately. there was only one thing he needed more in that moment— your pussy.
he groans, his breath starts to stutter as you keep going, now faster, lips stretching around him. if he could, he would take a picture. "look at you. mouth full of me, tearin' up and gaggin' on my cock."
you let out a soft, muffled sound around him, your things squeezing together involuntarily. he smirks, gripping your hair tighter. "yeah," he mutters, voice a little lower as he begins to struggle. "i knew you like being talked to like that."
by the way your pussy was literally pulsing with need, it was clear that you did like that.
his breath was ragged, every time your mouth moved on him, every flick of your tongue, the way you looked at him while sucking him off, it was all pushing him closer to the edge. it was incredible, finally being able to feel this again, knowing that he'll get the release he craves from you.
he exhales deeply, fingers clenching in your hair, not to guide but stop you. "a'ight, fuck. i can't—" he pulls your head back firmly, his dick sliping out of your mouth with a pop. "what?" you blink, lips swollen. chris grips your wrist, pulling you up. "get over here," he says, voice rough. "need to be inside you right now."
he was supposed to make you wait more for it, but he couldn't torture himself like this, especially that he was struggling to come without you so bad.
you smirked, pulling your shorts down and as he thought— no underwear. he licks his lips unconsciously as you straddle him, exposing your glistening cunt to his gaze. "so, no panties, huh?" he drags the tip of his cock along your folds, making you whimper. "fuck, that's hot. you always walkin' around like that?"
"m-maybe," you stutter when he puts the tip in, getting a soft gasp from you. "you'll never know."
chris lets out a low groan, feeling your tight walls stretching around him inch by inch. this was what he needed. weeks of frustration, of bullshit that didn't work, and now he has you wrapped around him again, and it's like his whole body remembers how to feel again.
"it's like you knew you'd bump into me, not havin' anythin' under that little outfit," he mutters, watching as your pussy swallows his dick completely, until your ass hits his thighs. you felt full. "yeah, 'cause i thought, lemme not wear anything so maybe if i randomly see chris then we'll fuck in my car." you reply sarcastically, gripping his shoulders for support. he grins amused, hands sliding to your hips as he starts guiding your movements. "that's exactly what i thought," he says.
chris thrusts up into you, dragging a choked moan from your throat as he perfectly hits that sweet spot inside of you. "feel that?" he asks, removing your hoodie in one swift motion and exposing your tits to his hungry gaze. "that's what you've been makin' me think 'bout for the past weeks."
you whimper, fingers clutching at his hoodie, head falling back as the pressure builds too fast and too strong. his hands move to your ass, helping you bounce and meeting his thrusts. "yeah, this what you needed, hm?" he mutters, leaning in to press some kisses on your neck. you bite down on your bottom lip, nails digging into his shoulder as he rocks up into you again, making your head spin. "mhm, fuck—" you moan, hand moving to the back of his head, gripping his hair.
"i know i did," he sucks on your skin, marking it. "needed to feel your pussy fuckin' soaked f'me again."
"oh my god, chris— it feels so good—"
every roll of your hips matches with his hard, precised thrusts, his hands using you like he pleases. your tits bounce as you desperately try to speed up the pace, but he doesn't let you. "slower," he groans, squeezing your butt. "want you to feel every inch."
you obeyed, clenching around him, struggling to keep riding, but doing the best you could. the car around you feels too small for the sounds you both were making. the sharp slap of skin, your pussy making squelching noises everytime you slid up and down his cock, the windows had long since fogged up, trapping the heat.
"fuck, you hear that?" his head tipped back as you sank down hard on him again. you whimpered, fingers curling against his chest for balance and he was instantly more feral for it. he bucks up, hitting that spot of yours deeper, his dick throbbing inside you. "doing so well f'me, pretty. keep goin'."
"i'm— m'trying— oh!" you cry out, a smug grin spreads across chris's face at the sound, like it fueled him. your legs were shaking now, not just from how good it felt, but from how long you'd been moving like that. your thighs burned and every time you tried to slow down like he asked, you just ended up riding him harder, chasing that release you were barely holding back from. he felt the way your rhythm got uneven, the little whimpers slipping out louder, the way your hands clutched him like you were falling apart in slow motion.
"legs givin' out already?” he asked mockingly, his cheeks flushed from effort. "can't take it anymore, huh? you poor thing."
you opened your mouth to argue and say something sharp, but it came out as a gasp, when he suddenly stilled you completely, hands tight around your hips again. he shifts, lifting you up just enough to slide himself out, dragging a broken sound from your throat as you clench around nothing. "lemme fuck you properly then."
"chris...."you breathed, voice wrecked.
"yeah, feelin' a lil' empty now? missin' my dick already?" he smirks, guiding you down onto the seat, making you lie back and spread your legs. your pussy dripping with juices, making his cock twitch at the sight. he hovers above you, lining himself back up, but not pushing in yet. "ask nicely," he looks down at you.
your eyes narrow at him, ready to talk back, but when he starts rubbing the tip of his dick against your clit, that's when you completely lose your mind.
"oh— please.... i need it, please chris..."
"need what exactly?"
"you— mhhp, fuck!"
chris pushes back in without a warning, feeling how your pussy sucks him in, until he's buried to the hilt again. your back arches off the seat instantly, mouth falling open, a sharp moan ripping from your throat. he stays still for a moment, smirking while watching you and then he starts moving, deep and slow, like he wanted you to feel it for days. your legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, trying to pull him closer.
"jesus— shit, right...— there...—"
chris's face contorts with intense pleasure as he starts pounding into you, not being able to keep the slow pace, your breasts bouncing with impact. he reaches down, grabbing one of your legs and hooking it over his shoulder to go even deeper. his balls slap against your ass with each powerful thrust. "thaaat's it, take my dick... fuck, you're so tight—" he groans.
your hands clawed at his shoulders, nails dragging down his back even through his hoodie. the combination of his dick hitting perfectly your g-spot, his words and just chris in general, it all makes your toes curl as your orgasm starts building up. you were shaking beneath him, chest raising and falling rapidly, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.
"you close, huh? can... can feel it, y'know—"
you whimper in response, gripping him like you might fall apart otherwise. you try to hold it, try to breathe through the tension building up in your stomach, but he didn't let up. "chris, i... fuck, i can't— please...."
his thumb finds your clit and when he starts rubbing it, adding to the stimulation, that's when you lose it.
"f-fuck, i'm... oh shit—" you gasp, walls clenching tight around his dick.
"c'mon gorgeous, give it to me."
your whole body seizes, legs trembling, moan breaking free from you. chris watches how your orgasm crashes over you, your cunt gripping him like a vice. he hisses through his teeth, your walls milking him perfectly.
you're a moaning mess, pulsing around him, barely able to think. he doesn't stop, now moving even more erratic, like his desire had taken over, chasing his own release. every thrust sends a fresh jolt through you, eyes barely open and breath shallow.
"chris..." you whine, getting overstimulated.
"i know, ma." he breathes out. "gonna come inside you."
"please," you whimper.
he slams in one last time, his hips twitching, breath catching in his throat. the pressure and frustration of weeks without your pussy, all of it breaking loose at once. he groans, painting your inner walls white as he comes hard, filling you up.
you both stay still for a moment, the only sounds left were your breaths, heavy and tangled, lingering in the thick air of the car. you shifted slightly, coming down from the high, leg still wrapped around his hip, the other one on his shoulder. he hisses at the sensitivity.
"already sore?" you teased, breathless.
he raises an eyebrow, "ya think m'done only 'cos i came once?" he grins lazily, "the night's long, sweetheart."
a/n: i wrote half of it at night while literally falling asleep so if there's any mistakes or something doesn't make sense, y'all know why 😭
