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i question every human who won’t look in my eyes.

[hayleclipse]

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[hayleclipse]

happy birthday!! hope you have/had a good day^^

omg!! tysm angel i’m so sorry i missed this 😭💔💔

[drcamin]

sturniolo triplets as 1D albums .ᐟ

inspired by this post by @mattslore !!

nova’s notes : one direction was literally the first band i ever fell in love with and has gotten me through sm. and louis and zayn reuniting for the documentary ?? i might just cry. choosing the albums this time was lowkey easier than the 5sos one tbh (5sos vers in case u missed it) anyways this is for my directioner girls ofc 💌 @angelicchris @stevielovesmatt @sturncoast

chris → midnight memories

rebellious, chaotic, and sometimes unhinged. encapsulates the feeling of being alive. reminds to get out of your comfort zone, and to not be afraid to be unpredictable.

matt → FOUR

carries a calm energy even in chaos, though still full of surprises. loyal without expecting anything, but that doesn’t mean the feelings of sentiment disappear.

nick → take me home

seems playful at first, but is more emotionally complicated than you think. wrapped up in the little things. more unfiltered than others, but still layered in contradictions.

together → made in the a.m.

captures the growth and emotional depth that could only be achieved as a team. showcases a strong bond that can never fade throughout history.

[hayleclipse]

i love u for these bro

[drcamin]

sturniolo triplets as 5SOS albums .ᐟ

inspired by this post by @mattslore !!

nova’s notes : 5sos returning from their hiatus & 5SOS6 coming soon...!?!! i can’t even tell u how excited i am. anyways i decided to combine two of my obsessions and this is what i got !! this one’s for my 5sos girls ofc 💌 @angelicchris @stevielovesmatt @sturncoast

chris → sounds good feels good

seen for being fun and full of energy, but it doesn’t take long to see the deeper meanings. reminds you to carry on and move forward, even when times might be tough.

matt → youngblood

seems mysterious at first, but the closer you look, the more introspective. not afraid to be vulnerable and confront deeper emotions, acknowledging that they are a part of maturing.

nick → 5 seconds of summer (self-titled)

sets an impression immediately—chaotic, youthful, and spontaneous. raw emotions with no filter, making you take a double take. figuring things out while being true to yourself.

together → CALM

a balance of chaos, love, self-reflection, and growth, which in the end is best achieved not by yourself, but as a team.

[hayleclipse]

STOP IM CRYING THIS IS PERFECT

[sunrisemill]

I just suddenly dropped to my knees

[hayleclipse]

MMM MMM

[sturnlsstuff]

⸻ PUSH AND PULL

— fratboy!chris x sassy!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

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reader finding inexperienced!matt’s books…

her body arched into his touch, the sound of her breathless moans filling the room as his hands slid lower, lower, until-

your jaw went slack, half scandalized, half... well, turned on.

you weren’t snooping. not really. matt had just gone downstairs for a drink, and the paperback sitting half-tucked under his pillow was practically begging to be picked up.

and the page that was folded in the corner, as if he’d wanted to make sure he could find this exact part again, wasn’t subtle.

“holy shit.” you whispered to yourself, staring at the worn cover like it had betrayed you.

your boyfriend, the same one who refuses to say even the medical terms for body parts, was apparently devouring pages of not-so-innocent scenes in his free time.

you knew deep down matt had a dirty side, and you couldn’t wait until he finally showed it to you.

though you can only imagine what that’s like. he’s too damn shy to initiate anything, but you bet he knows exactly what to do with those fingers..

by the time you heard his footsteps coming, the book was safely back under his pillow.

matt appeared in the doorway, holding his apple juice like he owned the world.

a slight smirk was on his face as he flopped back onto his bed, head hitting right against the book tucked under the pillow.

“oof- oh, right,” he mumbled, reaching behind him. “forgot to put this back on the shelf.” he tossed it aside like it was the most innocent book ever.

but the only thing going through your mind was:

damn. he’s so horny.

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[hayleclipse]

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[hayleclipse]

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when did you get hot?

in which... something snaps in your brother's best friend

warnings: making out in a car, smut, unprotected pinv, praise, light daddy kink... you'll see it if you squint, reader is mentioned to be curvy and/or to have some curves, getting caught..kinda?

matt knew you were off limits, he was your brother's best friend! you were like a little sister to him.

or so he thought.

he didn't know if it was the sketchy fruit punch that was being served at this halloween frat party or the insane glow up you had while he was away at college. you went from your brothers little sister to someone matt needed to stay away from or he'd make a bad decision.

matt downed the rest of the fruit punch he had been nursing and turned the opposite direction, the longer he stared the more he’d do something he'd regret.

the next time he saw you matt felt stuck, you were there with some random frat guy's arms around you and you were just… allowing it. you were smiling, face flushed from the same fruit punch matt had been wary of while he spoke into your ear.

you weren't his, he had no right to do what he was about to do, but- he needed to for some reason.

matt scoffed, mentally cursing his body for moving before he could react. striding over to where you and the fratboy were currently about to eat each other's face off “hey.”

as soon as you heard matt you whipped your head around, your smile widening, “matt!” you called out, wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

matt felt out of place- awkward but he hugged you back, his eyes narrowing at the fratboy before he broke it, “what're you doing here sweetheart?”

matt would be lying if he said he didn't like how your attention shifted onto him, the fratboy’s existence slipping from your head. “it’s a party!”

“well i know that,” matt countered, his lips in a small smirk as he moved his eyes to yours and your face that had changed all so much. “just didn't think this was scene at all, pretty.”

you tilted your head, “well, could say the same for you.” you pointed at him as an extra gesture. all matt did was nod, “guess you could say that.” and then he walked away.

matt silently cursed himself. he couldn't believe he just did that, made conversation with you to get some guy away from you. he thought as he walked back to crowd of people.

he was just protecting you. yeah, your brother wasn't here and he was just looking out for you is all.

yeahhhh, what a lie.

whatever matt told himself? it was done in 30 minutes.

he was just supposed to take you home, then it turned into getting food at the drive thru, and now it's turned into making out in his car in his driveway, your food going untouched as he maneuvers you over the center console and onto his lap.

your small breathy gasps were enough to make him combust in his pants, he didn't though.

“so fuckin’ pretty.” he rasped out against your lips, he couldn't shut his eyes, too busy mapping your your features and appreciating each one.

matt's lips followed yours when you pulled away, his hands moving from your hips to sneak under your shirt, grasping at your breasts.

you felt breathless, overwhelmed, hot and needy for more all at once. “matt,” you softly gasped, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders, lightly pushing him back. matt let out a noise between a groan and a whine, he didn't want to stop kissing you, not when he knew what you taste like.

his hand stayed under your shirt as he leaned back against his car seat, his eyes roaming over you again, “when did you get so pretty hm?” he asked, leaning in to plant kisses from the corner of your lips and down to your collarbone.

“mmpf- matt,” you said, trying to get his attention. matt pulled away from your neck reluctantly, his eyes meeting yours, “hm?” he hummed, his pupils blown wide, making his blue eyes almost black.

“can't do this, not in your car.” you said, your face flushed at the thought of taking it further. there was a silent moment that passed, and it was long to make you think that maybe you read into this wrong and matt didn't want to-

matt cut you off, not with words though. he swung his car door open immediately, getting out first and then throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making you squeal and him grin.

when he had gotten to his room he pulled you back into his lap, his lips finding yours immediately and hands pulling the leather jacked off his shoulders before sneaking under the hem of your shirt.

you shuddered, his fingers sending goosebumps down your skin. he smirked against your lips, one of his hands trailing lower and sneaking into your pants. you let out a soft gasp as his fingers grazed your clothed core, expertly finding your clit through your soft wet panties.

“fuckin’ soaked.” he grit out, nibbling on your bottom lip and pulling it back gently. your eyelids fluttered as he rubbed in slow tantalizing circles, teasing you.

your mouth parted as another gasp ripped through your throat, your hips bucking up against his hand. matt’s breath hitched in his throat, feeling his dick jump in his jeans at the slightest contact. his lips trailed down the side of your throat to where your neck met your shoulders, biting down softly as he slipped off the pants you were wearing.

“bet your brother would fuckin’ flip if he knew you were letting me do this to you sweetheart.” you grasped at his shoulders, his words paired with his hand that had gone into your underwear, making your head spin.

seeing your reaction at his words, matt couldn't help the soft chuckle that left his lips. he pulled away from you completely, his hands slipping out of your underwear and resting on your hips, grasping at the plush skin there before tugging on your shirt.

“take this off for me.” he said, his voice gravely. you eagerly slipped off your shirt, it finding a spot somewhere on the floor as you threw it.

matt groaned at the sight of your bra covered chest, his hands groping at your breasts, “fuck sweetheart, when did you get hot?” his hands slid lower, discarding your underwear.

his lips found yours again, his hands sliding down to the back of your thighs he flipped you both over, your back now pressed against his bedsheets.

matt must've broken a record at the speed he got rid of his clothes. you didn't even realize his pants were off until you felt him sliding inside of you.

“shit,” he groaned as he bottomed out, “so fuckin’ tight, not gonna last very long.”

matt started to slowly move, his pace quickening as your gasps turned into whines and moans, making his head spin. you felt so perfect for him, better than anyone he had ever been with ever.

you let out a low moan as he grazed that sweet spot inside of you. you thought matt wouldn't have caught it, but matt was nothing but attentive when it came to you apparently, aiming for that spot directly.

“right there huh?” he chuckled dryly, “you're s’dirty sweetheart, letting your brothers best friend fuck you like this.” your walls tightened around him at his words, making him let out something between a groan and a growl, “fuck… keep doin’ that baby.”

your nails dug down his back deliciously, making him lose any control he had left and he couldn't have that. matt pulled one of your hands off of his back, threading his fingers with yours.

your cunt spasmed around him at the new added intimacy, your legs that had wrapped around his waist tightening. matt knew you were close by the pitch of your moans growing higher. his other hand left your thigh it was holding onto, rubbing tight and fast circles over your clit.

“mmpf! matt!” you cried out, your orgasm hitting you. matt’s hips jerked a few times before he came, whining in your ear as he spilled inside you and collapsed, careful not to put too much weight on you.

you were both panting heavily, matt placed soft kisses up your neck relishing in the way you felt. his stubble tickled you a bit, making a soft giggle leave your lips, he smiled up at you. before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“your brother can never find out.” he said as he pulled away, you nodded in agreement. it was silent, matt hadn't pulled out yet, not wanting to lose the connection so quickly, his face was buried in the junction of where your neck met your shoulder.

“you look like a dilf with your stubble like that,” once you realized you said it out loud your face flushed. matt moved back, looking down at you with a smirk, “yeah?” he asked, his head slightly tilted.

you nodded, your eyes still wide at your sudden outburst but matt seemed to be loving it, he gave an experimental thrust, his hands keeping thighs open when you began to squirm. “let's do something about that then.” he said before smashing his lips back on to yours. matt didn't plan on stopping anytime soon, you felt too good, too perfect. he couldn't stop, not until you had tears running down your face telling him how good you felt and how loud you could be.

guess he forgot about the tiny detail that your brother was sleeping next door to him, oh well.

a/n: this for @snoopychris!! i love youu!! i hope whoever reads this enjoys brothers bsf matt cause hes so sexy to me...

divider by @chrisssiren!

[hayleclipse]

IVE BEEN WAITINGG

[sturnioz]

fratboy!chris needs to taste shy!reader after a long day. she's surprised and overly sensitive, but that doesn't stop him.

you know chris is coming over to your apartment today, but that didn't stop the startled yelp that slips out when you unlock the door and are instantly swept off your feet—quite literally.

his grip on your is firm, hands clamping around your ass to hoist you up, fingers digging into the meaty flesh as he adjusts his hold to carry you through the apartment toward your bedroom, ignoring your confused rambles until he kicks your bedroom door shut with a loud bang.

chris drops you onto the bed with a bounce, following you down almost immediately as his hands roam across your body, hiking your shirt up as his lips trail down your chest, leaving little painful nips and hickeys in his path.

"w-wait," you breathe out, your eyes darting to the messy corner of the room, laundry still in a pile from this morning. you're supposed to put it away, but his sudden arrival caught you off guard. the sight of it makes your stomach twist with embarrassment. "m-my clothes—"

"i don't give a fuck." his voice is flat—unbothered—cutting you off without a care as his mouth never slows along with his hands that continue to roam lower, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down as his mouth trails, his tongue hot and wet as it tastes every inch of your skin.

you lift your hips off the bed a little, and chris takes the advantage to yank your leggings down and off completely, carelessly throwing them aside. the cold air nips at your skin, but chris' hands immediately slide back up your legs to push your thighs apart, his mouth nipping and sucking marks into your inner thighs, making the heat in your belly grow.

you're pliant as his tongue slides closer to your pussy, your breath coming out in short gasps. his breath is hot against you, and you feel his fingers dig into your plush thighs to hold you still while his tongue suddenly dips between your folds to taste you.

the whine that leaves your lips embarrassing, hips twitching and bucking subtly against his face, earning you a low grown that sends shivers up your spine from the vibrations.

you can feel his hands slide up your body, grasping at the hem of your shirt to push it up to expose your breasts, and he pulls away just long enough to manhandle the shirt over your head, tossing it someplace else before his mouth returns to your clit.

"s-slow down," you moan out pathetically, your words not matching with your movements as you buck up again, your clit buzzing beneath the ministrations of his mouth and tongue.

chris doesn't respond—not with words, anyway. he just spreads your legs further apart as his tongue works your clit, his mouth sucking and licking with a familiar skill that makes your head spin erratically.

he's relentless, devouring you like a starved man, and you're weak beneath him, choking on your sounds and twitching repeatedly. you try to talk again (keyword: try.), your lips parting to form coherent words, but all that follows is high-pitched moans and whiny cries.

chris pauses for a second, pulling away to speak. "shut up."

you dare to glance down to see him already looking up at you from between your thighs, and the sight alone has your pussy pulsing with hot need. his mouth is back on you in seconds, his tongue sliding back between your folds and flicking over your clit, his pace picking up.

your hands fist and twist in your bedsheets, your back arching and head thrown against the pillows. you fail to control the volume of your moans, and his name falls from your lips repeatedly, jumbled and breathless.

your head thrashes, turning to the side, and you capture your reflection in the mirror against the wall, the lewd picture presented to you making you gasp loudly. chris hears this, opening his eyes to notice your own trained on the mirror.

he follows your gaze, and a smirk spreads across his lips against you as his hands slide down from your thighs to your ass, lifting you up just a little higher to give him a better angle.

his tongue flicks against your clit before pushing your folds open with the wet muscle, exposing you more while his eyes stay locked on yours in the mirror, a dark glint remaining there.

"look at you," he murmurs, his breath hot and heavy against your pussy, making you shiver. "fuckin' wreck, bun. been fuckin' for so long 'n you still can't handle my tongue. s'pathetic."

your chest rises and falls rapidly with each bated breath, sensitive and overwhelmed with the onslaught of sensations swirling down below as he continues while his eyes never leave yours in the mirror.

it's too much (and a little too intimate.) for you to act so natural and calm about this. then, his fingers dig into your skin, his grip on you almost bruising as he pulls you closer to his mouth, pushing you towards the brink.

"c'mon. cum for me," he demands in a low, rough whisper against your clit. he repeats it again when you don't, the demand much more firmer.

"i-i can't," you cry out, wiggling beneath him. "s'too much! mmmph!"

"yeah, you can," he laughs. "cum f'me."

with that, he shoves his face deeper between your legs again, the lapping and curling of his tongue against your clit increasing, letting you know he's not going to take no for an answer all while he holds you open, devouring you like he once was.

"just give in, bun," he mumbles against your folds, eyes flitting up to look at you. "you're makin' a mess down here—she's makin' such a mess... don't know why you're holdin' yourself back when its what she wants, yeah?"

divider credits. @issysh3ll

©STURNIOZ est 2025 𐔌 . all rights reserved.

[cinnamonsturns]

don't do anything but wait.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 chris sturniolo x fem!reader

content warning: nsfw content. porn with some plot. virgin reader. loss of virginity. unprotected sex. fingering. dirty talk. mean chris. slight corruption kink. mentions of insecurity and anxiety.

word count: 3.8k

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sensitive isn’t a strong enough term to define you. you like to think that you’re so in touch with all of your emotions, that you feel everything so deeply. and you do. but sensitive? yeah, you’re sensitive.

the triplets all knew this about you. nick finds it endearing, offering a shoulder to cry on and a warm hand rubbing your back when you cry about the wind blowing wrong. matt saw you, felt for you and almost could always feel your emotions the second you started feeling them. he was always on high alert for you, there to diffuse whatever had you so worked up.

chris? he hates it. constantly rolling his eyes whenever your feelings take over, mumbling under his breath about you being dramatic, scolding nick and matt when you think he can’t hear about them ‘coddling’ you.

you hate him. you really try to. he is nick and matt’s brother, so he’s usually always there. and while it would be rude to hate him, nick and matt wouldn’t blame you.

you’re not a confrontational person either, you’d never tell him to stop or ask him why. if you were able to hold your tears until he wasn’t around, that’s what you’d typically do. to no one’s shock though, you’ve cried plenty of times in front of chris before. sometimes not because of him, sometimes because of him, and almost any other time, it’s exemplified because of him.

it’s hard though, when you’ve had a normal day and chris tolerates you, so you tolerate him. sometimes he makes you laugh, vice versa. but it’s usually gone as soon as it came.

in those times, the brief periods of calm, you always wonder what chris would actually be like if he were nicer to you. more tolerable of you. if you guys would be as close as you are with nick or matt. you shouldn’t want that after the torment he’s put you through, but you can’t help but wonder about it.

you’re on your way to the triplets house for a get together they’re throwing for one of their friends, a birthday party or a celebration of an achievement you’re not sure. you just heard nick mention a larger group of people and you started overthinking, before he pulled you out of it and asked you to come with a pleading expression you can never say no to.

when you arrive, it’s smaller than you thought but still uncomfortable. maybe thirty people. matt greets you kindly and squeezes your shoulder for reassurance before leading you into the living room to sit. you’re hit with an unfamiliar wave of nausea when you sit down and spot chris across the couch, an unfamiliar girl perched next to him with her hand draped loosely against his thigh.

you don’t know why it’s bothering you, but you can’t keep your eyes from darting between her and the floor. sitting down, she looks like she’d be taller than you. her features are sharper than yours, and she exudes a much more laid back persona than you. the last feature you can compare is her long, acrylic fingernails, which cause you to bring your bitten, unpainted nails to your mouth.

matt leans into your line of sight, mouth smiling but eyes concerned. “you okay?” he asks gently, and you nod dismissively. how does he know what you’re feeling before you are? you guess he doesn’t know exactly what you’re feeling, because you hate chris. but he knows you’re uneasy for some reason.

he frowns slightly, but chooses to believe you for now. he pulls your hand away from your mouth and places it carefully back onto your lap before leaning back into the couch, keeping a watchful eye on you.

nick eventually finds his place next to you, starting a conversation with you that is separate and quieter from what’s going on with the majority of the group. you aren’t sure if it’s because he also senses your unease, or if he’s just as disinterested in the conversation as you are. whatever it is, you’re thankful for it.

you’re proud of yourself for being able to focus on just nick and nothing else going on around you, and you feel yourself lighten minutely. your shoulders drop and the buzzing in your ears has subsided.

that is until the girl perched next to chris lets out a genuine, airy giggle that makes your ears ring. it only grabs your attention, nick still rambling on about whatever. you allow yourself one look, and her legs are now swung over chris’s lap, one of his hands encasing her thigh. you notice his fingers knead her flesh maybe twice before you tear your eyes away from him.

“i need to go to the bathroom,” you murmur, cutting him off before getting up and letting your feet carry you on autopilot to the bathroom. you shut the door behind you, and for a moment you’re left with nothing but a sick image of chris’s hand on her thigh.

the tears are streaming down your face before you can register them. fat, hot trickles that warm your cheeks. you figure you only have a couple of minutes before matt or nick realizes what’s wrong, so you try to gain your breath back as you fan your face with your hands. you hiccup maybe once or twice, but with the volume of the conversation you can still hear, you assume you’re in the clear.

because you’re you, as soon as you’re almost calm another wave of tears roll through. you want to curse at yourself for even crying over this, but you don’t have time when one short, quick knock sounds at the bathroom door, and it immediately opens.

you expect to see matt, maybe even nick, but they would usually knock and call out before entering. chris slips into the bathroom, hardly opening the door before snaking inside. his hand immediately covers your mouth, clasping over your lips.

“shut up,” he grits “can hear you fuckin’ cryin’ from all the way out there.”

your eyes are wide, looking up at him full of tears. you knew you weren’t being loud, and certainly not over that conversation. you’re stuck here and you’re not sure why.

“what’s got you so worked up, huh?” he questions sharply, looking down at you with something akin to distaste on his features. he doesn’t remove his hand from your mouth, but it isn’t pressed there as tightly as it was before.

it has to be the way you’re looking at him, something in your eyes that’s telling him something you don’t even know. his eyes scan your face, cold and analytic.

“you want me to tell her to leave?” he asks, voice still sharp. his hand finally drops from your mouth, revealing the pout that answers his question.

a smirk pulls at his lips, and he tilts his head curiously. “well look at that,” he says thoughtfully. his voice has changed, not so cold but mocking now. “want me so bad you’re cryin’”

you flinch when he reaches up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, regarding you almost in a new light. but he knows. he’s known all along. from the second you walked through the door, any light or cheer you tried to force yourself to have was sucked out of you, leaving you to sulk on the couch.

his hand grips your jaw, not too firm to hurt but enough to keep your eyes on him. “is that what’s going on?” he squeezes your jaw slightly “you wish that was you in my lap?”

“no- that isn’t-,” you shake your head slightly, a quiet whine slipping from your lips. he cuts you off with a soothing ‘shhh’, a tone he’s never taken with you.

“you can tell me,” he says, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. you’re almost certain he’s mocking you, using a fake politeness to try and embarrass you into your admittance.

but his thumb on your bottom lip has you nodding somewhere out of your control. his eyes darken, something more intense forming behind them.

“good. that’s good.” he continues to soothe you, his voice velvety and low. “here’s what i need you to do f’me, okay?”

he waits for your acknowledgement, any form of telling that his stupid spell is working on you. when you nod, he smiles.

“i’m not gonna tell her to leave,” he starts “but you. you're gonna go downstairs in my room,”

“when you get down there,” he instructs, his hand drops to the waistband of your jeans, slipping a finger into the fabric to tug lightly “take these off. sit on my bed, and wait.” he continues “don’t do anything but wait. can you do that for me?”

you’re nodding and pulling away to exit the bathroom before he can say anything else, and you hear him mutter “good girl,” before you shut the door. you ignore the strange look from nick and the concerned look from matt as you turn down the hall to go to chris’s room, and you hope the blush staining your cheeks isn’t dark enough to notice.

when chris exits the bathroom, he waves nicks question off before he can get it out.

“she doesn’t feel good, told her to just take a second in my room.” he says casually. nick looks relieved, proud almost. but the look on matt’s face morphs into suspicion, maybe almost dread.

chris knows you’re a virgin. they all do after it came up in an embarrassing conversation you were having not too long ago. you weren’t waiting for marriage or anything, just someone meaningful to come along and maybe make it special for you.

even thought matt doesn’t know chris’s solid intentions, he guesses that chris isn’t sitting across from him on the couch, practically salivating at the opportunity to comfort you. matt also can't deny the pang of jealousy in his chest. he would make it special for you. not whatever chris is about to do.

once you’re down in chris’s room, the nerves really set in. your stomach is jumping as you run your hand across the comforter of his surprisingly made bed. you wonder if the reason his room is so clean is because he invited that girl over and planned on having her down here.

your fingers find their way to the button of your jeans, undoing them along with the zipper before stepping out of them. you sit in the middle of chris’s bed, knees tucked to your chest. doing exactly what he said. waiting.

with waiting comes thoughts. the tone of his voice was sweet but you heard all the mocking in it. did he send you down here to just to never show up? to leave and force you to come back up the stairs in the middle of the night to nick and matt? is he gonna bring the girl down here and make a fool out of you?

your thoughts are temporarily soothed as his bedroom door clicks open and just him walks in. a wolffish grin spreads across his face, shaking his head in almost disbelief.

“such a good listener,” he purrs, kicking your jeans further away on the floor before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. his eyes scan over you hungrily, before his hand reaches out to your hip, running his thumb over the lace of your panties, “cute.” he hums.

you shift, pulling your knees tighter to your chest, “why did you tell me to come down here?” you ask, you know the answer, but you just need confirmation.

“to have a little fun,” he says with a smile “i mean, you were the one cryin’ in the bathroom over me. should probably make it up to you, don’t you think?”

you chew the inside of your cheek, shrugging lightly. “how would you make it up to me?” you ask, and he sighs like he’s deep in thought.

he thinks long enough for you to maybe think he might say something nice, before he shrugs again “i could eat your pussy,” he hums, hand reaching to trace up your bare calf “or if you’d let me, we could get rid of that little problem of yours.”

goosebumps rise on your skin where he touches you, and your face flushes a deep pink. you know the ‘problem’ of yours he’s talking about is your virginity, and you find yourself considering the idea. maybe you’ve waited too long, this special experience you’re hoping for becoming more futile the higher chris’s fingers trace up your leg.

you nod softly, chewing at your bottom lip. you don’t want head from him, it’s too personal and too intimate for him to stuff his head between your thighs. “the second option sounds good,” you say with hardly any confidence.

he smiles like he just won the lottery, eyes almost twinkling. “yeah? gonna let me fuck you?” he asks. without waiting for a response, he reaches for the hem of your shirt you still have on “take this off f’me,” he rises from the bed, reaching for the neckline of his shirt “take it all off.”

you watch as he pulls his shirt over his head and lets it fall to the floor, and he watches you expectantly. your face burns as you follow suit, pulling your shirt over your head.

“keep goin’,” he coaxes, your fingers looping around your back to undo your bra. you let the straps slip down your arms, thinking about how every time you pictured losing your virginity, you wouldn’t be the one undressing yourself.

almost completely bare, your fingers slip into the hem off your panties, tugging them down your legs. you struggle as they get caught around your ankles, finally pulling them off. you feel exposed, returning to your position with your legs tucked to your chest, arms hugging yourself, somewhat effectively covering your bare body.

he tuts softly, kneeling a leg on the bed to lean over you. “none of that,” he murmurs, cupping your face as his thumb strokes your bottom lip, “let me see you.”

you let your hands drop, and he leans closer. your eyes flutter when you think he’s gonna kiss you, but instead he brings his fingers to your lips.

“open,” he breathes softly. your mouth parts perfectly under his fingers, and he pushed them pasts your lips. his breath shudders when your mouth closes around his fingers, pressing down on your tongue.

he nudges your legs open with his free hand before withdrawing his fingers from your mouth, a thin trail of saliva connecting you to him before it breaks. his hand slips between your legs, and you gasp as he uses your spit to run slow, experimental circles around your clit.

“so fuckin sensitive,” he grins when your hips jolt against his fingers, pushing you to lay flat on your back. his free hand braces by your head, his hand between your legs still working their slow circles. “knew this little pussy would be so sensitive, just like that head of yours, yeah?”

he looks down to where his hand is, letting his fingers dip to your entrance. when he finds you already drenched, he gathers your slick to bring back up to circle your clit again.

“needin’ me bad, huh?” he coos softly, eyes meeting yours again. when you whimper softly, he licks his bottom lip. “think you can take my fingers?”

you swallow thickly, squirming a bit under his touch. you nod eventually, his fingers slipping down to your entrance. just his middle finger circles your entrance before barley pushing inside, and when you clench around the tip of his finger and your eyes flutter, he slips it fully inside.

“fuck,” he gasps, watching in awe at your facial expression, your mouth dropping from just a single finger. he pumps it slowly, letting you adjust around one finger for now. when your moans turn more airy, he adds another one, head dropping between his shoulders.

“you’re so tight,” he groans, scissoring his fingers slightly to get you more worked up for him, “gonna feel so good around my cock.”

your hands are lightly gripping the sheets as the knot in your belly forms, slow and insistent. you know what cumming feels like; yeah you’re a virgin but you’ve shoved your hands in your panties before, an embarrassing amount of times.

chris can tell by the way your walls flutter around his fingers, watching your face carefully. the way your brows pinch together, lips parted for soft pants to pass through them.

“still gonna be able to take my cock if i let you cum?” he asks, fingers not changing their pace. you nod, eyes squeezing shut for a second before meeting his.

“words,” he prompts mockingly, sinisterly smiling down at you. you’ve barley said a word this whole time, and he wants that to change.

“yes,” you hiccup, “please let me cum.”

he groans, speeding up his fingers and letting his thumb circle your clit in time with his fingers “she’s greedy too,” he murmurs.

when his thumb starts circling your clit, the knot in your tummy snaps almost instantly. your walls flutter around his fingers, cumming with a soft cry as your thighs clench around his hand. he works you through your high, careful not to overstimulate you too much.

when he pulls his fingers from you, you watch through hazy eyes as he brings them to his mouth, sucking your arousal off of them. with a deep groan at the taste, he pushes himself up to yank his shorts down his thighs before kicking them away and settling between your legs.

his eyes flick between your face and his fist that gives his cock a few steady strokes, almost waiting for you to back out. when you don’t, he guides his tip through your puffy folds, breath hitching in his throat.

his eyes flick to yours, steady and the most serious they’ve been all night, “you okay?” he asks, not willing to continue if you’re not.

you nod, remembering his command from earlier “yes,” you breathe shakily, “i’m okay.”

he nods too, pushing his leaking tip against your entrance. his bottom lip draws between his teeth as your warmth pulls him in, and he stops halfway to check your expression, despite wanting to slam into you.

you squirm underneath of him, trying to adjust and to your surprise - his hand comes to rest against your stomach, thumb stroking your skin soothingly.

“i know,” he murmurs “gonna be uncomfortable at first, but i got you.” you nod, gripping the sheets. he pushes fully inside of you, releasing a deep breath as he starts slow, slow shallow strokes.

the uncomfortable stretch dissipates to a soft pressure, before you crave more.

“more,” you hiccup, and his eyes snap to yours. the same, cocky smirk that has been on his lips all night reappears, and his hand moves from your stomach to hike your thigh around his waist.

“more?” he echoes “this greedy pussy wants more?” he taunts, his thrusts becoming deeper and faster. you cry out, gasping every time his hips press flat against yours. the sound of you two is filthy, the wet sounds of skin against skin.

his hips start to plap against yours, head spinning with how good you feel. his head drops to your chest, placing a few sloppy kisses to your sternum before moving to lick at the flesh of your tit. to silence his own moans, his lips latch around one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around the bud. you feel him smirk against your skin when you gasp, your hands coming to thread loosely into his hair.

your ankles lock around the small of his back, head tipped back against the pillows as quiet whines and mewls fall endlessly out of your mouth. your fingers tighten in his hair when his hand slips between your bodies to thumb at your clit again, pulling off your nipple with a wet pop.

“you were made for this, huh?” he whispers against your neck, hips picking up a speed that makes it hard to think. all you know is that knot low in your tummy is back, and you hiccup out that you’re gonna cum. again.

he keeps the same pace, thumb drawing tighter circles on your clit. “go ahead,” he breathes “cum all over my cock.”

he doesn’t even get the words out before you’re cumming again, walls clenching around him as your thighs tremble around his hips. panting and gasping for breath, you whine when he pulls out suddenly, only to watch him grasp at his cock to stroke himself.

he jerks himself onto your stomach, hot spurts coating your soft skin. he groans, head thrown back as he works his cock through his fist. his chest heaves as he looks down at you, flashing you that cocky grin.

he pats your thigh before getting up from the bed, pulling his boxers on almost immediately. he nods in the direction of the bathroom, “go and try to take a piss.” he murmurs before rounding the bed and flopping onto his side, “get cleaned up n’ whatever.”

what you don’t want to believe is shame creeps in as you pad into his bathroom, shutting the door behind you. you can't look yourself in the eyes as you stand in front of the mirror, wiping his cum off your stomach with a wadded up piece of toilet paper. you pee, like he said, before travelling back into his bedroom.

he’s not facing you, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as you assume he’s scrolling on his phone.

you clear your throat awkwardly, shifting under your weight “do you want me to-,” he cuts you off, waving a dismissive hand over his shoulder.

“just get back in bed,” he mutters, a hint of the cold tone he always uses with you coming back, “m’not explainin’ to nick n’ matt why you came outta my room limping. just leave in the morning before they get up.”

your stomach drops, but you slip back into bed. you don’t want to argue with him, not that you would anyways. you certainly don’t want to explain to nick and matt what you were doing down in chris’s room either, even though you know they saw you come down.

you turn your back to him, and you fight the hot tears that rim your eyes. you set an alarm for early in the morning on your phone, locking it before placing it on the nightstand. you don’t think you closed your eyes once when your alarm goes off at six am.

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authors note: i think i hate this but i'm looking away

©cinnamonsturns

[drcamin]

everybody here wants you

contains : actress!reader, established ex relationship, angst, jealousy, avoidance, tension, kissing, fluff, mild language

♬ everybody here wants you by jeff buckley

as the door to the limo opens, a flurry of camera flashes nearly blinds you. you squint, shielding your eyes with your hand. you were about to make your entrance for a movie premiere. a movie that you had starred in. your nerves were threatening to catch up to you, but you still managed to make a graceful debut on the red carpet with your heart racing.

you offer a bright smile for the cameras and proceeded to go on like you’d done it a million times before. in reality, it was the first time that you’d ever walked the red carpet.

despite your other co-stars following just a few paces behind you, the cameras were still mainly focused on you.

matt observed everything from afar. it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that you were the main attraction. after all, you were the star of an upcoming film. everyone has been raving about it, unable to contain their excitement for it to finally be released. this, alongside the constant movie promos being put out, garnered a lot of attention for you.

in addition to posing for the cameras, you also answered questions from shouting reporters with microphones, even when said questions weren’t appropriate at times. your responses simply radiated elegance with your presence, and your smile didn’t waver once.

matt’s jaw ticked at the sight. he didn’t want you to smile like that for these people; they didn’t deserve it. even though you two had split up months ago, he wanted to tell everyone to back off. tell them that you were his.

it was hopeless. you were a thing of wonder; meanwhile, he was a stranger here. but he reminded himself that one of the only times that you were free was when the two of you were together. it was when you could truly be yourself. so, chances were that you also felt what he was feeling—just in a different way.

he began wonder why he had even come in the first place.

it may have seemed like he was only here because he wasn’t over you—and maybe that was the truth. either way, the weight of the situation was enhancing his emotions. because the way everybody here thought they needed you? it made him feel irrationally annoyed. all he could do was watch.

you were completely unaware of his presence. he didn’t give you a heads up about it, not a text, or anything at all. regardless, he felt like he was meant to be here—besides the fact that he wasn’t really the type to willingly put himself in crowds like these.

as you scan the sea of people, your eyes widen as they catch matt’s piercing into yours. time slows down, and the moment seems like it lasts longer than it actually does, causing it to feel more intimate than the action itself is made out to be. it was almost like through this single exchange, you could feel all of his love through the downcast gaze of his blue eyes.

you don’t look away until a reporter yells in your direction, causing you to break out of the trance. matt couldn’t help but grin, feeling a sense of pride in the affection that you both still held. even after all those months apart, your love for one another could still ring true through one glance.

that was when he realized the real reason he was here: he was waiting. waiting so that he could show you just how your love would blow everything else away.

when you found that you were done for the night, you excused yourself to find the restroom instead of leaving right away.

while you were set out on the mission, you happened to spot the same unkempt dark hair you’d seen earlier. this time he wasn’t looking straight into your soul, so his demeanor was relatively different. he lazily stood against the wall, his focus on his phone screen in hand. he hadn’t seemed to notice you yet. right when you consider turning back, his head whips up before you can do anything about it. his eyes narrow at you before tucking his phone into his pocket.

well, it’s too late to go back now.

maybe it shouldn’t have been a surprise that you had run into matt. it was almost like he had known that you’d be on your way.

for a moment, neither of you said anything, only staring at each other like the silence could speak louder than words. and this time, it was lasting for much longer than before.

with a hand raking through his hair, matt eventually puts an end to it. “you’ve really got them all under your spell,” he states matter-of-factly, his tone carrying a sharp edge to it. it was hardly there, but you caught it.

“i wouldn’t say that,” you respond with a shrug.

following your words, he inches closer, causing your breath to hitch—there was barely any distance between you now. he continues to stare at you, like he’s trying to figure you out. you can’t help but feel nervous under his gaze. 

he tilts his head to the side. “yeah? well, it’s true. everybody here wants you. everybody here thinks they need you. it’s funny, ‘cause i’m the only one who fucking has you.”

your eyebrows furrow at his claim. “matt, what’s gotten into you? you know we broke up a while ago. wait, oh my god, are you… jealous?” you lips curl into a knowing smirk. 

his eyes darkened, but he continued to keep his gaze on you.

“you know what, sweetheart? maybe i am. but i don’t care. i’ve been waiting to finally tell you that we need to be together. you know that we’re right for each other.”

it was as if the scent of coffee and lilac on you were blending together to ignite a flame in him, which in turn resulted in him saying all of these things. things that in any other situation, he wouldn’t have found himself saying.

you cross your arms before promptly asking, “how do you know that that we’re right for each other?”

“why don’t you let me show you?” he whispered as his hands crept up on your waist.

you shudder under his touch, but you don’t remove his hands. instead you allow them to rest on your hips. but in the back of your mind, you knew that he shouldn’t be doing this. in fact, he shouldn’t be here at all.

“what if someone sees? you know the risk we would be taking. it’ll be all over the internet.”

matt almost scoffed. “so? you’re mine, anyways. they should know.”

his words only made you want this more than you already did. before you knew it, your mouth found its rightful place on his, and your hands were at the nape of his neck. matt’s eyebrows raised, having not anticipated this to happen so soon, but he quickly began to kiss you back, the grip on your waist now firmer than it had been before. he pulled you closer, as if he was afraid that you’d somehow slip away from him.

you pulled back for the first time to take a breath of air before sighing out. it had only been a couple months since you’d last kissed him, but it felt like it had been ages. years, even. but now that you had, you couldn’t just find it in you to walk away. 

however, this still didn’t erase your doubts. “you remember that our relationship crumbled for a reason, right? we fought, matt. there were tears. what if it happens again?”

“i get what you’re concerned about, but we can put all of that behind us, okay? there’s nothing in our way.”

“but there is. we fought because we couldn’t agree on whether to keep our relationship private. i mean, you know that we need to talk about that.”

matt sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingers. “i’m only here for this moment. i don’t care about anyone else. so can you just stop bringing up what others will think?” he leaned in to kiss you again, but you turned your head away from him.

“we have to be reasonable about this.”

“look, we can talk about this later. i just—” he broke off. his patience was beginning to run thin. “don’t you see?” he repeated, “don’t you see the effect you have on me?”

you could tell he was trying to avoid discussing the problem. you would’ve pointed that out, if not for the fact that you didn’t know what he was talking about right now. you hesitantly look back at him.

“what effect?”

matt took a deep breath in, as if he was preparing himself for what he was about to say. you focused on him intently, trying to convey that you were listening.

“you’ve somehow engrained yourself into my mind, body, and heart—and i feel guilty that i even let go of you in the first place. i realized that there’s no one for me but you. i know, you have a lot of other options who look good from a distance, but i’m telling you that none of them could ever compare to the connection we had—have. i’m the one for you.”

your eyes softened at his words. on one hand, his confession was sweet. it was true that others were trying to pursue you. and yet, you didn’t really have much interest in them. now you realize that it was because your heart was still with matt.

on the other hand, why couldn’t this have been said before? why did he have to wait to tell you this?

“why now?” you ask, your words vague at first. “why did you wait until now? why couldn’t you tell me before?” there was a hint of hurt in your voice, but you didn’t back down.

“because i realized too late. i didn’t know what the right time was to talk to you either, since you’re busy with your whole acting thing. i’m so proud of you, by the way,” he smiled, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. you try to fight the tug of your lips going upward, but you can feel your heart race upon hearing his words. “thanks.”

he continued on with his explanation. “i wasn’t even sure why i came, but after our eyes locked, it all became clear to me.”

“okay, so you’re saying that you’re willing to give us another chance. but i don’t know how to feel about our relationship being public. it’s not that i don’t want to, it’s just… we have to think about the consequences. how do you know that people will be fine with it? what if it’s a bad idea?”

“our love can rise above it. i promise that we won’t fall from something like that again, even if we failed in the past. in fact, our love can rise just like embers. even when it’s fading, it can reignite and become stronger. you just have to trust me, okay?” 

looking into his eyes, you could tell that he really did mean what he was saying. it made it hard for you to deny him. how could you, when he was practically begging?

you give in to his words, sighing. “okay. i trust you.”

a grin immediately forms on his face. “you do?”

“yeah, i do. now can you kiss me again before i change my mind?”

there’s a glint in his eyes as he responds, “gladly.”

his lips find yours again, and this time, the kiss isn’t desperate like before. it was tender, and full of promise—like it was sealing everything that matt had told you. maybe he was right. maybe, just maybe, together your love could overcome anything.

you pull back a bit too soon, as you were really feeling the ache in your heels. matt’s eyebrows furrow, noticing you had winced. his concern was evident as he asked, “is something wrong?”

“yeah—my feet just hurt,” you chuckle, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “been wearing them for hours. it’s okay, though.”

matt looks at you in confusion. “no, it’s not okay.” he paused for a moment in thought. you could see the idea pop up in his head, and he smirks. “okay, i got it.”

he slipped his feet out of his airforces, and said, “take off your heels.”

you barely even process his request, before looking at him in shock. “what!? no way, matt. you are not, i repeat, not wearing my heels.”

“oh, sweetheart. yes i am. take them off, please.”

you stand your ground, figuratively and literally, refusing to budge. 

that’s when he bends down to take them off for you.

you gasp. “matt!” but it was no use. he was switching his sneakers for your heels.

you sigh in relief of the immediate comfort of his airforces, before remembering what the cost of wearing them was. “matt, why on earth would you do that?”

“because i wanted to. is there a problem?”

“yes, matt, there is. do they even fit you?” you glance down at them. it didn’t look comfortable at all, but he was making it seem like he didn’t mind it at all.

“um, no. but who cares?”

“how are you going to give them back to me when i get back to the limo? people are definitely gonna see this when we step outside.”

“let them,” he shrugged. “i already told you i don’t care about them. i only care about you, baby. that’s what i’ve been trying to tell you.

you genuinely couldn’t believe him. he was doing all of this just to prove to you how much you mean to him. “you’re an idiot.”

“i’m your idiot,” he grinned.

you roll your eyes, before looking up at him. he was much taller with your heels on. “bend down a little.”

“hm?”

you took a hold of his jaw, before pulling him down to your level. you kissed him like it was your way of telling him that you trusted him. there was a possibility that it wouldn’t work out, but for some reason, something told you that it just might.

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mean nerd!matt loves to make you dumb...

warnings: unprotected sex, matt being mean, slight hints to creampie and a whole lot of filth

normally you were good at your classes. able to keep a steady B+ and C’s. you think it's because you got so busy picking up shifts at the diner, trying to save for a group trip your friend group had planned for the summer. you lost a lot of sleep and even more study time. you were confident in your ability to keep getting your normal B’s, but you were too confident. your grades dropped, devastatingly fast in only 2 months.

you had a friend, matt. very smart, rude, nonchalant, introverted, was rude already mentioned? it didn't matter if you were his brother or his friend. his monotone response was something iconic. your friends had called him miserable matt. you never did though, all you two ever spared each other was a passing glance, and when you would give him a smile he’d just roll his eyes like he had better things to do.

it was no surprise that when you asked for help with your grades his immediate answer was no. then you said you’d pay for his plane ticket if he helped. you were desperate. matt was reluctant, but there was no way helping you would be that bad.

well, he finds out later that night that he was wrong. so very wrong. you could read it out, do the work but you weren't soaking up anything he was telling you and it was beginning to frustrate him.

you were too busy staring at him and he knew it, shifting in your seat like it would hide how badly you really needed him.

matt scoffed dryly, shaking his head as he tried to help you. his jaw clenched as he tried not to lose his patience with you.

“you're just so dumb.” matt grit out, his length exiting your wet heat just as fast as it entered before he repeated the motion, making you choke on a gasp. he pulled at your hands that he held behind you, forcing you more up.

“couldn't even fucking focus on a simple math problem- hah.” his words were harsh, but they made your head spin and walls tighten around him, pulling a groan from his lips.

you couldn't even remember how you ended up in this position or how many times you came. you stopped counting after the third time.

your legs were trembling with each movement he made. matt himself was on the verge of another release but you felt too good to give up this early.

“such a pretty fuckin’ girl. shame there's nothing in that pretty head of yours.”

matt’s pace never faulted, instead it grew more precise when you let out a beautiful cry, indicating that he hit that special spot in you he was aiming for.

“matt-” your voice cracked as you cried, you felt that band begin to tighten in your belly, your bottom lip quivering and your eyes rolling back before you could even warn him of your impending orgasm.

matt kept thrusting to prolong your pleasure before he had enough of this doggy style position, he needed to see you and how your beautiful face molded into the pleasure he gave you.

he pulled out and flipped you over onto your back, one hand still keeping your hands restricted above your head. he entered you swiftly, “cmon pretty,” his voice was rough in your ear, pressing a soft kiss right under it, “you can give me another, can't you?” he pulled back to look at you, and it made a small low moan leave his lips at how wrecked you looked after coming again.

matt’s cruel smirk gave you a sign that he wasn't stopping anytime soon. he was enjoying making you dumb on him.

“can't believe you're even dumber on my dick.”

a/n: usually i lurk but i had a dream about matt being a nerd but mean and, let's just say i am a prophet. obviously i am not the only person to ever write for nerd matt. @snoopychris has my favorite nerd matt ever, and i only found him due to her

divider creds! @sweetshuga