Warnings: ANGST, use of the word slut, fingering, cussing, mean!chris, 18+, lmk if I missed something.
English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are some issues with the grammar. ;)
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The next morning, you wake up feeling a little better. Your head still hurts a little, but the dizzy feeling is gone. You look around and realise that you are sleeping in Chris' room under the sheets that smell like him. You quickly get up and realise that you are still wearing your clothes. The leather skirt is uncomfortably warm and has stuck to your skin tightly. The baby t feels just really uncomfortable, and it also smells like alcohol and cigars.
You look at Chris' dresser, hesitating for a moment. Fuck it. You open it and grab his oversized black fresh love hoodie. You take off your baby tee, skirt, and slip into the hoodie. It smells like him. You don't know if that is a good or a bad thing. Bad thing, I guess..
The hoodie is big enough to cover all the parts that need to be covered. Under the hoodie, you're only wearing your pink set. But it's not like Chris has never accidentally seen you in your panties and a t-shirt. You quite literally live at their house.
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You walk up the stairs from his room to the living room. Chris is sitting on the couch. He's talking to someone on a phone, back facing you. He doesn't see or notice you coming. "What r you talkin' about!? They cancelled the meeting!?" He huffs into the phone. "Well, okay.. see ya later." He says before hanging up.
Then he scoffs and turns around, his eyes landing on you standing on top of the stairs. "Why are you wearin' my hoodie?" He asks a little angrily. You roll your eyes and start walking to the kitchen. "Well, I'm not gonna walk around with my dirty, alcohol, and cigar-smelling clothes." You roll your eyes and open the fridge, taking out a Pepsi can. "Yo! That's mine." He points out as he almost gets up from the couch. "Bite me!" You huff, not bothered by him.
He narrows his eyes at you and gets up from the couch, starting to walk towards you. You just stand still, looking at him unfazed. He walks up to you, facing you as he tries to snatch the can from your hand. You move it behind your back. His eyes shoot up to meet yours. "Y/n, give me the fuckin' can." He warns. "And take off my hoodie. You have no business touchin' my shit."
You just chuckle unbothered. "Oh, please, Chris! Even sheep scares me more than you." You see the anger flicker in his eyes. He backs you up against the counter, sandwiching you in. You shiver slightly as you feel the counter pressing against your back. "Chris?" You say starting to get a little unsure of his next actions. He has been a little psycho with you, not gonna lie. But some sick part of you enjoys it.
He tilts his head, looking down at you. His icy blue eyes have darkened a couple of shades. "Are you gonna give me my hoodie and Pepsi, or do we have to go through the hard way?" He says. His voice drops an octave as his dark eyes stay glued to mine.
You don't know what to do. You have none of your own clothes here since you went to the cleaners yesterday. But you guess you can give him the Pepsi can. "Okay, okay.. here!" You roll your eyes and give him the can. He just takes it from your hand, his long, slender fingers touching yours for a brief second. "You wanna keep that hoodie?" He asks with an edge to his tone. You furrow your eyebrows, confused by his sudden question. "Yeah!?" You confirmed, confused. He chucles coldly. "Beg for it." Your brows shoot up in surprise. What did he say again?! "M'sorry?" You ask. His eyes darken as he exhales sharply. "You heard me."
"M'not gonna beg you!" You slightly shake your head in disbelief. He tilts his head, displeased. "Well, that's too fuckin' bad." His words are icy as he grips the hoodie that you have on, from the stomach. You yelp from the sudden act and try to fight his hand away. "Fuck you Chris! Get off me!" You mumble angrily. He locks his eyes back onto yours without a word. His eyes speak for themselves. Beg for it.
As your fighting against his hand becomes pointless, you give up. "Okay.. m'sorry, can I please have this hoodie, Chris? m'begging..!" You ask nicely, cringing at your own words. He looks deep into your eyes. "Good girl." He murmurs lowly, and then a cocky smirk appears on his lips. He releases his grip from the hoodie, stepping back from you. Your face twists in disgust as you hear his words. "Don't ever call me that!" You say as you start to walk towards Matt's room. You usually like to play on his computer. He has obviously permitted you to do that. The earlier hunger has been washed away from your body after the situation you had with Chris.
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Even though it was 12am, you were still tired, so as you were trying to start playing Fortnite, you fell asleep in his chair. The next thing you know is that at 6pm ish, you get woken up by a familiar voice. "Y/n, wake up..." You mumble something and open your eyes to see Matt in front of you.
"Omg, Matt. Hey!" You get up and jump into his arms, giving him a warm, welcoming hug. "I thought you guys were coming after the weekend." He chuckles, "Nope. The meeting got cancelled. Chris didn't tell you?" You pull away from the hug and look at him, brows furrowed. "Since when did Chris tell me shit?" You tisk. Matt just nods, agreeing. "Yeah, you're right. By the way, we are all watching a movie soon after Nick, and I unpack, shower, and all... would you like to join?" You smile. "Sure."
And that's the moment when Matt takes a closer look at your clothing. "Umm.. is that Chris' hoodie?" You look down at the hoodie and back up at Matt. "Uhh.. yeah. But it's not how it looks, I swear. I had to borrow it!" You say sternly. Matt just shrugs. "Okay." But he still looks a little bit confused.
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Four hours later, at 10 pm, Nick, Chris, and I sit on the couch watching the movie. "Chris, can you go grab some blankets from upstairs?" Nick asks lazily. Chris drags his hand down his face and huffs out a breath. "Fine." He gets up and leaves. A minute later, I realise that I have to use the bathroom. I excuse myself and leave to get to the bathroom upstairs. I walk up the stairs, and just before I get to the bathroom, Chris appears around the corner, blocking my way. He's carrying three grey blankets.
I scoff. "Get off my way!" I demand, frustrated at him. He just chuckles. "Or what?" He questions, grinning, clearly amused by my annoyance. I roll my eyes in annoyance. "Why don't you tell me what you have in mind?" I say bored, raising my eyebrows at him. In a swift motion, he drops the blankets, grabs me by my shoulders, and pushes me against the cold wall, trapping me. "Why are you being such a brat?" He murmurs into my ear, sending unexpected shivers down my spine.
I chuckle in disbelief at his words. "Yeah, me not wanting you close is such a bratty behaviour." I roll my eyes. "God forbid there is a one girl that won't kneel for you." I try to get out of his grip, but he pushes his body against mine, pressing me harder against the wall. His hands grip my wrists, pinning them above my head.
"Chris wha-" I snap, but my words are cut off by his hand on my throat. It's not pressing hard, but the grip is still possessive and definitely there. "Why the fuck do y keep teasin' me like this?" He murmurs his lips almost touching my neck. I blink and open my mouth, but no words come out. "Just admit that ya want me." He rasps, and it sends unwanted butterflies all over my body. Am I turned on by.. THIS!?
"In your dreams asshole." He chucked deviously against my neck, "Oh yeah? Are ya sure?" He teases. I try to fight against him even though my thighs start to clench together, and I can feel the heat rushing down to my core.
โFuck you Chris!โ I snap. I see his eyes darkening as he pulls me into the room beside us (the quest bedroom) and bends me over to the bed. โI know you want me, you naive little thing.โ he places his hand on my neck and pushes me down to the bed. I arch my back, sticking my ass up, and he watches how I'm fully at his mercy. Then I feel him pushing his hard clothed erection against my core. I hold back a whimper as I feel my core pulsing.
He pulls my hoodie to my upper back. Then he looks at my pink lace panties that have formed a wet spot on them. โSuch a tease. Walking around my brother's house with my hoodie on, wearing only panties,โ I roll my eyes. โI do it cause I want to,โ I confirm and try to escape, only to end up hitting my ass against Chris's clothed dick.
I let out a small whimper before I can think straight. โSuch a fuckinโ slutโ he mocks at my desperate behavior. โI'm not,โ I mumble angrily. โOh, but you are. My little slut.โ he coos and moves my panties aside to rub his middle and ring finger against my pussy. โChris.. I hate-โ my words are cut off by the whimper that leaves my body.
I would never admit this to him or even myself, but being dominated by him and fighting with him turns me on. I dislike him intensely, but feeling his fingers on my pussy makes me forget about those things for a moment.
โYou're fucking soaked for me. Is that because you โhateโ me so much?โ he chuckles mockingly. โI hate you so *whimper* fucking much!โ I say with a breathy tone. โMmm,โ he hums, sarcastically agreeing. Suddenly, he pushes his two long fingers inside of me. I let out an unexpected moan that makes the devious smile on Chrisโ lips only grow. He starts pumping his fingers in and out, reaching places that you can't reach. His fingers hit your G-spot, and it makes you moan out loud into the mattress.
You feel like you're in the clouds. โChris, .. Fuck.. Deeper,โ you whimper desperately. โBeg for it. Beg for me to make you cum,โ he demands in a low tone. โFuck you.โ I spat back. He grabs my hair tightly into a ponytail, pulling my head up. I arch my back and try to push myself desperately towards his touch. โUse your words.โ
I can not hold back anymore. โPlease.. Chris.. I beg you to make me cum.โ I cry out in pure desperation. โGood girl,โ he praises and pushes his fingers violently into me, making me moan in pleasure. He pumps his fingers in and out, and the room is filled with my muffled moans and the wet squeak of him working his fingers in and out of my pussy.
โFor a girl who claims to hate me, you seem to like my fingers fucking you way too much,โ he mocks me with a shit-eating grin on his face. โAre you gonna finish on my fingers, in my house, while wearing my hoodie y/n?โ
โYes,โ I whimper, too far lost in the heat. โI want you to scream my name while I make you cum on my fingers.โ
The orgasm hits me like a sandstorm, causing my legs to shake and my back to arch even more. โChris, CHRIS.. Fuck..โ I cry out his name as I coat his fingers with my fluids.
Then he pushes me onto the bed on my back and towers over me. He brings his cum coated fingers up to my lips. โSuck,โ he commands sharply, and I open my mouth, taking in his fingers while keeping eye contact with him. His eyes are burning with lust as he looks down at my lips and the way I'm sucking his fingers. He pushes his fingers deeper just to make me gag on them. His dark eyes watch lustfully at my every action like I'm his little plaything. Then he takes his fingers out and walks out of the room without saying anything.
I lay on the bed with my fluids still leaking down my legs.
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Author's note: It's been so long! Like half a year, but here is the long-awaited 9th part. I really hope you liked it. If you have any ideas for this series don't be afraid to lmk. Anyways I wish you all an amazing summer! Btw Iโm sorry this was so short.
Summary: You have been avoiding Chris since your last interaction. Chris, tho.. isn't gonna let it slide. The promise he made last time is not going to be forgotten.
Warnings: SMUT with a plot, p in v no protection (wrap it b4 you tap it), dirty talk, cussing, slight angst (if you squint hard), mentions of drugs, alcohol, n being drunk.. (lmk if i missed smt) ;)
It's been a week. I couldn't go to my best friends house after everything that happened between Chris and I. The thought of seeing him was stressing me out. I had literally cum on his fingers, not just any guy's but his. And what makes it even more difficult is that he is my best friend Kayla's brother. Brother! Like, who does that shit.. seriously.
I've been the whole week back at home.. listening to my parents eighter yelling at each other or being alone because they were out drinking, doing drugs, or whatever comes up to mind.. you name it. At least my parents have never been abusive or any type of aggressive towards me. I know.. bare fucking minimum.. but I try to find some positivities from this household if I can't even go to Kaylas place.
Obviously, my parents sometimes yell at me, but usually when they're drunk.. so it doesn't last long before they are passed out on the couch. Usually, they yell at me about the most ridiculous stuff ever. But I really don't care anymore. I'm used to it by now.
Luckily, we have a couple of weeks long break from school, so I still have one and a half weeks left before I have to gather myself up from this rathole and see Kayla.
I feel bad for not answering her messages, but I just can't. She'd probably never forgive me if I'd tell her what Chris and I were doing. She would probably tell me never to speak to her again.. and call me a slut but this time not in the friendly, funny, & joking way.
What am I supposed to do!? I can't avoid her forever.. and to be honest, I don't want to. I love her and her family more than anything. They have been more of a family to me than this stupid cocaine cave that I borned into. These people are not my family.. never were.
And Chris.. Christopher Owen Sturniolo. When I exited that door a week ago with the grin on my face and the dirty promises that he had given me that maybe.. maybe this would be the start of it all, on my mind.. Just to be quickly slammed into the face with the reality. I don't know what was I thinking.. "Oh yeah, now I'm gonna start hooking up with my best friends brother.. and maybe we can become official." Like official for what.. breaking the girl code, being the worst best friend ever..
Maybe I am a little fucked up.. but parts of me just crave him.. Especially the sensitive ones. When I go to sleep, my mind has drifted a little too many times to his frame over my body. His head buried into my neck while he sucks, kisses, and bites it hungrily while his fingers are buried deep into my pussy. Usually I replace the thought of his fingers with his cock.. I bet it would feel euphoric.
But no.. fuck I can't do this anymore. Kayla doesn't deserve this. There is a part of me that doesn't give a fuck about what Kayla thinks, but when that part tries to light up I turn it off immediately.. atleast I try to.
My phone rings, and I look to see Kaylas number on the screen. I just stare at the screen for a moment before I bite my lip nervously, and I hesitantly answer. "Hi!" Kayla says from the other end with her usual happy tone. "Hey?" I rasp questioning why she called me. "I'm sorry, y/n. Did i do something?" She asks carefully. "What? No. You didn't do anything.. it's just one of those weeks, you know." I lie.. well, I don't straight up, lie.. because it is one of those weeks. The lie is just that it's not the type of week that she thinks.
"Okey. I'm sorry.. You know, me and my family are missing you and we're worried too. Would you be able to come here, perhaps? It would be so nice. We've missed you." She says warmly. Her words bring warmess to my heart. She's such a nice person and I can't lose her because of her brother!
I keep chewing on my lip nervously, thinking that should i just go?.. Then, the promises that Chris made come back to my mind. "Next time I see you.. you'll leave with my cum leaking out of you." Fuck I can still hear his voice and feel the way he looked at me when he said those words. It was so close that I would've just said fuck it and let him take me right there. But I controlled myself like i had to.
I can't do this with him.. it's wrong. After a big silence, i quietly and still a little unsure mutter to the phone. "Okey. I can come over. See you in a couple of hours." I hear her saying a small and happy hurray from the other end of the phone. "Okey. See you soon!" She says excitedly. I just say a quick but friendly "bye" and end the call.
I arrive at her house at 6 pm and when I walk in I take a deep breath of the warm air and then I smell pizza. "Hey, you're just on time, y/n!" Kaylas mom greets me joyfully. "We decided to order some pizza because it is your favourite." I smile.. small bits of my nervousness vanishing.
I walk to the dining room. Kaylas mom Mary Lou has made some salad and also sliced some watermelons. I'm so hungry. When I usually stay at home, I have to go get and make my food by myself. My parents sometimes leave a small amount of money on the table. It's enough to buy some noodles. And if I'm in a luck, I might have enough money to buy some chicken to go with it.
Kayla, Chris, and Luca don't have to worry about those things. Their parents earn a good amount of money, and it shows. Good for them. I'm so lucky to be able to come to their house whenever I need to. Now, it just feels weirder.
On the table, there are 6 pizza boxes.. each box for one of us. The room is still empty until I hear footsteps from the stairs. Chris' and Kayla's rooms are upstairs, and so is the one where I'm usually staying. You might be wondering why don't I just sleep in Kayla's room.. like we could have a sleepover, etc.
I just feel like Kayla and I have reached the sister level in our friendship.. that sometimes we just need some time alone. Of course, I sometimes sleep in her room, but I'm more comfortable just alone and by myself.
I recognise the footsteps immediately. They're Chris'. As he walks into the dining room, his eyes immediately land on mine. Then I see the small smirk on his face. "Hey y/n. Missed me?" He teases. I don't know what to say.. I just stand frozen at the end of the table, waiting for the rest of the family to join. Mary Lou went to the garage to get Kayla's dad Jimmy.. and Kayla or Luca are nowhere to be seen.
As Chris realises that he's not gonna get an answer from me, he furrows his brows, confused why I'm acting so weird. "Y alright?" He questions.. he notices how tense I am, just like a week ago when I sat on his lap on the couch. I don't say anything. Afraid that what I'm gonna say something that I'll regret. It's not that I don't like him, want him, or anything like that. It's just that I don't know how to take this all in.
I stare at my socks like they are the most fascinating thing on the planet Earth. Then I hear footsteps from the stairs. "Hey y/n!" Kayla shouts exitently as she sees me. "Hey." I say and give her an awkward wave as my eyes quickly flicker to Chris and back at her. Chris is wearing grey sweats and a white loose t-shirt. Even though the fit is so basic, he looks so good. I bet he would put on a trashbag and still look flawless.
After we have eaten our pizzas, we watch a movie. My words can't express how thankful I am to Kaylas family for helping me and taking me into their family. Obviously, I'm not their biological or adopted daughter, but they make me feel like I belong.
Thank god I'm not their daughter or anything like that because, in that case, what Chris and I did would be forbidden, like ACTUALLY forbidden. But yeah, ew.. let's not go on that road.
The whole evening, I've been quiet. I haven't been able to even look at Chris. Kayla has also noticed my quietness and asked about it while we watched the movie. I just shrugged it off by saying, "I'm just tired." Lies.. lies.. lies. I should've just said, "Last week, your brother was knucles deep in me, at this various couch, promising me that the next time I'd be stuffed with his cum." I can't even imagine how she would look at me after hearing that. I'd better keep my mouth shut.
After the movie we all go to bed. I take a shover, do my skincare, and slip into my red silk pyjamas. As I lay on the bed under the covers, I can't stop thinking about Chris. The whole evening has been torture. I did not expect it to be this hard to avoid him. I haven't looked at him.. too scared to show any emotion. We can't do this.. I have to stop it before it's too late. But I just grow more desperate the more I avoid him.
Like I said, I haven't looked at him.. false.. I haven't looked at his face.. too scared that we'd lock eyes. When the movie was playing and he sat on the other side of the couch Kayla and Luca between us, I watched how his fingers played with the waistband of his sweats. The way his long fingers rolled the strings and how his arms and hands flexed, making the veins in them pop even more. God I'm such a slut..
Then I fell asleep.
Suddenly, i wake up.. I'm still a little asleep when I feel something pressing against my ass. I flinch awake, and I then feel a hand on my waist. "Shhhhhh," the person quietly whispers to my ear.. the small blow of hot breath against my ear sending shivers as I realise who is laying behind me.
"C- Chris?" I quietly question my voice a little raspy. "Mmm- mm," He murmurs as he starts placing warm and sloppy kisses on my neck. I automatically lean more into him and tilt my head, giving him better access. "Why are you ignoring me?" He rasps between kisses. "I- m'not," I mumble, my mouth falling open from the heated kisses that he's placing onto my neck. "You know I hate liars." He says lowly before he flips me onto my back and climbs on top of me.
His eyes are dark, and he looks.. angry? The look on his face makes the blood drain from my face. My mouth closes as I look at him with my big eyes. "I'm just tired.. that's all." I lie. His nostrils flare as his eyes squint at me. "Don't fucking lie to me." He says voice low and warning.
I try to crawl from beneath him, but he grabs my hips, yanking me back. "I'm not gonna ask you again." He says sharply. I look at him, eyes wide, as I try to gather up my words. "Chris, we- we can't do this." I mumble. Uncertainty shining through my voice even though I try to act as seriously as possible because the truth is that I want him. And he knows it too.
He chuckles.. he fucking chuckles! "Mmm- too scared my sisters gonna find out." He grins with a sadistic smirk on his face as he leans so close that our lips brush together. My breathing gets heavier. "Chris.. I-" I mumble but can't get any words out of my mouth. He lets out a small and dry chuckle, and I feel his warm breath on my lips.
"This is so wrong.. Chris.. you're offlimits." I mutter, but he just smirks deviously. "Oh yeah did you think that when i was knuckles deep in your pussy?" He questions mockingly. "Oh fuck you." I mutter angrily. "Oh, I would love to." He cooes and leans into my neck, starting to place sloppy kisses on it.. sucking and biting it. "Oh god!" I breathe out as I feel his soft lips on my neck..
"Fuck I've missed you baby," he murmurs into my neck.. "let me make you feel good." I feel how I'm getting wetter beneath him. The walls that I've placed are slowly falling down and crushing into pieces. "Chris, your sister is gonna kill me.." I half moan as he sucks my flesh just under my jaw.
Chris gets off my neck so that his eyes lock on mine. His eyes even darker now as he looks right into my soul. Then, he places his finger onto my lips. "Shh- then don't make a sound." Something in the way he says it makes me so much more needier.. and the last wall that was up falls down and smashes into pieces. I shamelessly buck my hips up to meet his. I can feel his already hard cock through the grey shorts he's wearing.
Chris smirks at me, his eyes darkening even more as he looks down between our bodies, seeing the way I desparetly try to grind myself against him. Then he looks back at me, his eyes hungry and dark. "So needy for my cock? Aren't you?" He teases, amused by my desperation and need of him. I nod, biting my lip as my hips lift up to meet his. His hard cock hits my pussy in a perfect angle that sends waves of shivers throught my body that's aching for him. I moan as I feel it.. my hips falling back onto the bed.
Chris smirks amused, his eyes hungry before he catches my lips in a hungry and dominating kiss. I melt into the kiss, giving him better access to my mouth. I moan into his mouth as I feel him pressing his clothed cock against my sex. "You're so fucking sensitive baby.." He murmurs into the kiss. His other hand slides under my waistband onto my pussy.
I whine as I feel his hand moving my panties aside. "Oh, you're soaked." He murmurs as he starts to circle my clit. "All this f'me?" He asks teasingly. I just nod and bite my lip.. trying to hide the moans that want to spill out so bad. Then he pulls down his shorts and boxers. His cock springing free. It's big. Even in the dim lighting, I notice how big it is.. the size of it making me a little nervous.
He guides his tip onto my entrance as I look at him. Then he presses it in slowly inch by inch. The stretch is mind-blowing.. I moan loudly "Oh fuck.. Chris.. it's so big.." I whine loudly. "fuck you're so tight!" He groans as he keeps pushing himself in. I feel like I'm being ripped apart. I moan again so loudly that Chris places his palm onto my mouth. "Fuck you're loud." He says suprised. I just moan loudly in his palm. I'm so lost in the pleasure that I can't form up any words.
When his fully in, I feel so full.. too full. Slowly, he starts to pump himself in and out of me. I moan against his palm as my nails dig into his shoulders. He watches me. His hungry gaze on me as my eyes roll back while I'm completely losing myself into the pleasure. My loud moans vibrate against his palm as I come closer and closer to my own release. "You take my cock so well." He rasps in my ear as his thrusts get harder. Then his I feel his fingers on my clit. He starts circling it, making me arch into him. My reckless moans muffled by his warm palm.
He can feel me squeezing around him. My gummy walls glezing around his length, giving him another level of satisfaction as he looks down at my pleasured expression. "Oh fuck.. Chris- Chris.." I moan against his palm. He loves to hear me screaming his name. He removes his hand from my mouth, and I immediately let out a pleasured moan. When I realise how loud I am, I place my own palm onto my mouth, muffling out the next moans.
He grabs my wrist, not harshly but firmly removing my palm off my mouth. "Don't you dare keep quiet, I want to hear you!" He rasps against my lips. And that does it f'me instantly after hearing those words I come undone beneath him. My legs shake as he rides me through the orgasm while kissing my neck.
Nearly after I've come, he does. His warm white liquid painting my gummy walls as he lets a low groan, burying his face into my neck. Then he keeps placing warm and wet kisses on my neck. "You're so beautiful.." He whispers between the kisses. "You were so good, baby." He murmurs as he pulls away from my neck to look into my eyes. Something about the word "baby" that he uses on me makes my stomach flip.
I'm still pretty much of a mess.. panting and whimpering while I try to come back to reality. Our mixed fluids dripping out of me. He looks at it with a proud and cocky smirk on his face. I've never been fucked this good.. Holy shit. I look at Chris, my eyes still a little watery.
Then the reality hits me like punch straight to the gut. I've slept with my best friends brother.. who the fuck does that??!! I quicky turn my head to the side while laying on my back.. Chris still on top of me. I try to avoid eye contact.
"Y/n what's wrong.. did I hurt you?" He asks concerned, trying to cup my cheek, but I push his hand away. "Chris, I think you should leave.." Chris furrows his brows in confusion. "Is..? Is this about Kayla?" He questions. I shake my head. Liar. "Y/n?!" He asks a little more sharply but not in an angry way. "What, Chris?! What could you possibly do in this in this situation?!! I've slept with my best friends brother..!!" I yell, regretting my tone as soon as the words have escaped my mouth.
He isn't really affected by my loud and slightly angry tone. He's calm and unbothered. He clearly doesn't regret it that he's messing with his sisters best friend.. and why does that turn me on. God, I'm so twisted. "I won't tell her.." is all he can slip out of his "I'm not very good with emotions" self. I just look at him.. trying to figure out what I am even supposed to do or say! I don't wanna stop fucking him.. to be honest after this I just feel like I crave him even more.
Fuck it.
"Yes, you will not! Or I swear I'll snap your neck." I say with a serious tone, piercing my eyes onto his. He chuckles at my aggressive tone. "Feisty one, aren't you?" He teases and gets off me.. now standing next to the bed that I'm still lying on. He looks down at the mess he has made with the same cocky smirk as earlier. "You look so pretty with my cum dripping out of you."
Then he walks out of the room and returns with a heated blanket, towel, a sheet to replace the one that we have made a mess on. He leans down, cleaning me carefully with the towel. I shiver and jolt slightly as the towel touches my clit. Chris just chuckles.
Then I get off the bed, and without a word, he changes the sheet. I smile at him, and he pulls out a chocolate bar from the pocket of his shorts, holding it out to me. I grab it from his hand and give him a thankful smile. "Aww, thank you, Chris." I say as I start to unwrap the chocolate. I LOVE chocolate.
"C'mon, that's the bare minimum.." He chuckles, flashing me his million dollar smile. "You did so good."
"You too." I smirk as I sink my teeth into the delicious and creamy chocolate. Then I tug at his shirt playfully and pull him towards me. I look at him with a flirtatious grin. "I gotta go shower." I say sofly. He looks down at me with a dark smirk. Then he tilts his head slightly. "Oh yeah? You need a friend?"
I chuckle and pull him even closer from the shirt, our noses touch as I feel his warm breath on my lips. Then he places his big hands on my hips. Holding me tight but not rough. I chuckle, amused while shaking my head slightly. "I think I'll be fine." He chucles back.. his lips almost touching mine. "Playing hard to get.. huh?" I pull my head back a little and tap his shoulder.. breaking our intimate moment. "Nope.. I'm playing it safe. So go now before your sister catches us." I wink at him.
He grins. "I'll let you slide now.. but next time.. I don't care. I don't care if she catches us.. let her watch how good I make you feel."
You widen your eyes. "Holy shit Chris!.. you gotta go." I gasp. Shocked by his bold comment as I point towards the door. He just flashes me his cocky smirk as he heads to the door and walks out. I shake my head and smile as I walk into the bathroom.
There's no backing out anymore.. and I don't mind it.. at all.
Authors note: First time writing a smut.. kinda nervous.. I hope I did good ;)) btw than you SO much for all the notes and positive comments on my first part. Also, thank you for 200 followers ily all and lots of kisses
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Summary: You're at your best friends house alone.. (or so you thought). You decided to try to play fortnite (first time) on her little brothers console. Then her big brother Chris sees you and offers to teach you play. The things escalate, and you end up beneath him..
Warnings: Making out, fingering, dry humping, dirty talking, shooting and killing (in a game), mentions of drugs and alcohol.. lmk if I missed smt.
If these things upset you, don't read! :)
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I'm currently at my best friend Kaylas house. Who I've been best friends with for years, and we are really close. Kayla was out at a practice, and her parents were at work. Her little brother was probably at his friends house. It was normal for me to just stay at Kaylas place while my own parents were probably drunk or out somewhere.
My family was a mess. I didn't have siblings, and my mom and dad were constantly yelling at each other or drinking, smoking.. and sometimes doing drugs. So, my homelife was pretty much nonexistent. I spent more and more time at Kaylas place as my parents were getting worse and worse. There was pretty much no chance of saving them anymore.
I have known Kayla since I was ten.. so 8 years now. We met in 4th grade and have been besties since then. Her parents are very aware of my home life, and in that case, they have cleaned up the room they used for storage just for me to stay in. Obviously, I slept at my parents some days, but I always have the chance to come to Kaylas house if I need to.
I am like a second daughter to them.
Kayla has a little brother named Luca. Luca is very nosy and energetic 10 year old. He's still pretty much of a child.. well, he is. He loves spider man and Legos, especially the Ninjago ones. Luca has been kind of like a little brother I've never had to me. I've known him since he was 2 years old and I was 10.
Then there is Chris. He had just turned 20 and is two years older than me. Chris is very charismatic and confident, and he truly gets all of the attention from the females, especially. In the free time, he drives his motorbike that he got for his 18th birthday. The motorbike is his everything. He spends most of his nights out drinking and smoking weed with his friends on his motorbike.. obviously. Not that I'm stalking him.. it's just way too easy to notice.. and hear.
I wonder if his parents know about his smoking. They must smell it from his clothes. Well, at least now I haven't noticed anything. Maybe he has told them that's it's his friend, not him.. yeah.. probably not.
I have to admit that Chris is really handsome, his dark, shiny and wavy brunette hair and those icy blue eyes. He looks really good. Is it wrong to say that about your bestfriends brother? Nevermind. And anyways he's off limits anyway. He probably sees me as his sister.. a little sister.. or just as his sisters friend. It's probably the last one since we are not THAT close.
I'm sitting on the couch wrapped around the white fluffy blanket that was lying abandoned in the corner.
I spot Lucas' PlayStation 5 console and the controller next to me. I bite my lip and smile to myself. "Maybe i should try to see how this thing works." I murmur to myself as I grab the controller, turning it and the TV on. Suddenly, I have the PlayStation on, and I see different games on the screen. I haven't really played with any type of consoles or any type of games in general because mom and dad decided to spend all their money on drugs, alcohol, cigars..
I clicked and chose 'fortnite'. I've heard about it a lot but never tried it. I clicked on it and kept the skin that had already been chosen.. Then I just pressed (solo) play on the current map (not ranked).
After I landed on the ground, I quickly realised how to jump, run, and speed run.. thanks to my tiny minecraft skills. Then I picked up my my first gun, but just when I was about to find out how to shoot, someone from far away sniped me. #85 (85th) showed on the screen as sighed. Then I clicked 'play again'.
As the battle bus appeared on the screen, it was time to decide when and where to jump, a figure appeared in the entrance of the living room. I didn't bother to look up.. too focused on the game.
"Whats ya doing?" Chris asked, curiosity flickering from his tone.
I had already let go of the bus and was now on the way to the ground. "Shh!" I shushed him eyes glued to the big tv screen.
He let out a chuckle as he noticed what I was so focused on. "Since when did you play fortnite?" He questioned, sitting on the couch beside me.
You were already in some random cottage trying to find chests. You had no idea what the guns you got were for, but you just took them and kept looking for more.. hoping that no one would find you.. yet.
"Since now." I muttered, answering to his question carelessly, still focusing on the game. I had three guns.. 'pump shotgun' (green), 'dual micro smgs' (green), and 'vengeful sniper' (grey).
Then I see footsteps on the screen. I figure that they mean someone's close to me, and I'm claimed to be correct as a player jumps from behind a tree right in front of me. I panic and shoot with the sniper. But with my terrible aim, the bullet passes the player, and I hear Chris letting out a chuckle. As the player starts shooting me, I decide to start running back towards the small cottage.
The player doesn't have a great aim eighter, so I'm not a completely lost cause.
"Jump the same time as you run." Chris gives me a tip with a low and barely audible voice.
I do as he says and run safe into the cottage. The guy has already left.. he didn't have the motivation to follow me. "Thanks, Chris." I quietly thank him, finally looking at his eyes. He just looks back.. not annoyed or anything, just relaxed.
I keep my eyes on him as I ask quietly. "Can you teach me?.. perhaps."
He's quiet for a second, and just when i think that he's gonna laugh at me and walk away, a smirk tugs into the corner of his lips, and he moves closer to me. His closer presence sends an unexpected shiver down my spine. Fuck.. I shouldn't be feeling this way about him. He's my bestfriends brother.
He moves so close that his thigh is touching mine.
"Look. This gun (the sniper that is still in my hand) this is sniper.. it's meant for long-range eliminations. And you gotta have a good aim because it has to be reloaded always after one shot. This is shotgun.. it's meant to be used when the player is really close to you, for example, in that type of situation that you were just in. And this 'dual micro smg' (smg) is kind of between.. more on the closer fights side, tho." Chris explains. You look at him, listening to every word carefully.
"Thanks, Chris." I say and give him a small smile. He nods. "No problem."
As I enter the new game, I die almost immediately because I am messing up the guns.. again. I mutter something, and Chris looks at me with an amused smile. I don't notice it as I'm already clicking the buttons to the next game.
"Come sit on my lap," He says out of nowhere. My head turns to him, and I look at him checking if I heard right. "What?" I whisper shout, my eyebrows furrowing. He just smirks. It's one of those smirks that makes my knees weak. "You heard me." He says and taps the empty space on his lap.
I still look at him, questioning him and looking for some signs that he's just playing with me. But there is none. Quietly and a little awkwardly standing up, I take a step, stepping in front of him, grabbing the apple slices and caramel that i have as a snack. Then I carefully sit on his lap. The controller is still in my other hand as I hold the apples in another. He takes a heavy inhale as I fully sit on his lap.
Then I feel his warm breath brushing against my ear. "Lemme help you." He whispers and the shivers that I get.. Holy shit.
He places his hand over mine on the controller as I place the apples and caramel from my other hand next to us on the couch. I almost let go of the controller as I feel his warm hand on mine. I take the controller in both my hands, and his hands settle on top of mine.
"C- Chris?" I say quietly, my voice breaking. fuck. "What's wrong y/n?" He whispers into my ear. I feel his warm breath, and it almost makes me wanna melt like a snowman in front of a fireplace.
I say nothing. I can hear and feel him letting out a small chuckle. I'm so tense. I'm sitting on his lap with a straight posture, refusing to let myself lean into his chest. He'd probably push me away straight away. As the game starts, he moves his hands on mine, and it makes mine move, too. He basically just uses the controller with my hands. My hands are melting under his. I breathe in and out slowly, and my body is still tense.
He talks with a low and calm tone into my ear as he explains how to play. He also manages to find some players, and he kills them easily. I'm trying to focus on the game as well as possible just to ignore the feel of him of him. He's wearing black baggy jeans, and I'm in my little abercrombie shorts and a cute red babydoll top. I can feel how my panties are getting wet. Oh, this is so wrong! This is so fucking wrong. I repeat to myself in my head and then I feel his joner touch my ass. Holy shit.
He's just being friendly and trying to teach me to play meanwhile I'm fucking soaked for him. This is so wrong. Is it? Yes.. it is!
He has already killed 5 people and is currently running in a forest looking for more. I don't know what goes through my head, but I slightly move my ass closer to his joner. I hear as he exhales sharply, sending shivers and a little bit of panic through me. What if he can feel how much I like this.
I'm sick.. he's my bestfriends brother. Offlimits.. offโfuckingโlimits. But I'm still here.. sitting on his lap and craving him. No.. maybe I'm just horny. Am I? I can't put up with the thoughts in my head. I'm so tense that I might be mistaken as a freaking statue.
"Why are you so tense y/n?" Chris whispers into my ear. There's something in that tone and the way he says it. It feels like he's playing with me. I say nothing, just trying to swallow the lump in my throat. "It's ok.. just relax, m'not gonna bite." He says to my ear, smirking even though I can't see it. "Unless you want me to.." He adds, his voice noticeably lower. I try to process his words as I try to relax myself.
If he keeps doing this longer, I- I don't know what to do. I'm still quiet but not pushing away from him. I grab an apple slice from the plate and dip it into the caramel. As I bite into it, I accidentally drop some caramel on Chris' middle and pointer finger.
"Oh.. no.. I'm so sorry, Chris!" I apologise right away as I look at his hand. I can't stop noticing the veins in his hands and the length of his fingers. Oh god, how I hate my mind. Those fingers would feel so good inside me.
"Turn around!" He commands, voice husky. I hesitate for a moment. I bet he's just playing with me or wanting to make fun of me. But I do as he says and turn around, now straddling him. He sets the controller down.. the game is still going. He doesn't care about it. He brings the two caramel laced fingers up to my lips. "Open up." He commands his eyes firmly on mine. My eyes widen from his command. I stare at him in shock and disbelief. Is he serious right now? He raises his eyebrows slightly, waiting but not patiently. I slowly open my mouth.
He smirks deviously as his gaze drops to my lips. He pushes his two caramel coated fingers in my mouth. He watches my lips wrapping around his fingers. I see his eyes darkening as he pushes his fingers deeper, making me gag on them. He pulls them out and pushen in again as I take his fingers to the knuckles.
Then I start to suck on them. Tasting the sweet caramel as I humm around his fingers. The vibration sending shivers throughout his spine. As I look up at him, his eyes are focused on my lips and the way I take his fingers. Chris' eyes are darker than before. "Good girl.." He murmurs voice even huskier than before. The praise sends fire throughout my body, and my need for him is unbreakable.
Then I feel his cock through the jeans and with his fingers still in my mouth I slowly and slyly start to grind my clothed sex against his growing erection. As I feel his cock rubbing up against me I hide back a gasp. I bite my lip as I try to hide the grinding and the need of him from him. But he notices the movement, his eyes coming up from my lips to meet mine as he takes his fingers off my mouth and places his hands on my hips. His eyes look hungry.
I don't even care that he's offlimits. The need of him is taking up all the space in my mind. Just when I feel like he's gonna push me off him and call me crazy, he lowers his head to my neck and starts placing sloppy kisses all over. I gasp, and I roll my hips against him. Harder this time. He let's out a low and barely audible groan against my neck.
His length is hard against my pussy and I feel it rubbing up against my clit. "Oh my god.. chris!" I say my voice breathy my hands on his chest. "Fuck.. keep going.. that feels so good." He rasps to my neck between kisses. I keep going as he wants, but I can't push away the memory of his fingers, the way they felt in my mouth.. how long they were.
Chris was experienced when it came to sex and everything sexual in general. Like I said, he was pretty much liked by the females. No.. he doesn't go around like that.. but I've heard that he has had experiences, and it's definitely not a suprise to me.
He pulls his face away from my neck, his hands still resting on my hips. I roll my hips slowly against him. His eyes meet mine, and I feel his breath brushing my lips. The slight smell of cigarettes and alcohol lingering from it. My eyes look up to him. "Fuck.. I need you.." I sat breathy, my voice quiet.. but he hears it. He smirks deviously. "What cha say?" He teases, tilting his head a little. "Please.. Chris." I whine frustrated as I press myself against his cock.
He glenzes his teeth slightly, in pleasure at the feel of my clothed sex against him. He tries to keep up the control. "Please, what?" He teases his eyes hungry. "Please touch me, Chris. I need you so bad!" I say softly and needily. I trail my fingers down his arm. I'm completely shameless as I grow needier and needier. I rock my hips harder against him, my mouth falling open and a quiet moan slipping from me.
The moan clearly does something to him. In a swift motion, my back hits the couch as he towers over me. His hand dipps under my waistband. As his fingers touch my pussy through the fabric of my panties. He looks at me intensively. I swear his eyes are fucking me already. "You're fucking soaked." He murmurs pointing out the obvious. I'm not just soaked.. I'm dripping.
I just nod at him, biting my lip and letting out a desperate whimper. He leans closer to me, his lips brushing against mine. "What would your best friend say if she'd knew that you're here dripping for her brother..?" He cooes.. smirking dangerously. I just whimper underneath him, moving my hips towards his hand to make it rub against my entrance. He chucles at my desperate act. "So needy for your bestfriends brother.. aren't you?" He taunts. You just nod eyes locked on him, needy expression covering your face.
Then I feel him push two fingers in slowly. My back arches as I moan, desperate for his touch. He leans closer to my ear, nipping at my earlobe. "Does this feel good?" He rasps. "Yes.. fuck.. it feels so good, Chris." I whine out loud as his fingers push deeper. "Good." He says, voice low as he captures my lips in a needy and hungry kiss. I melt into the kiss, tilting my head as I gave him better access to my mouth. His lips are so soft and warm on mine. His tongue sliding against mine as he lets out a deep, vibrating groan against my lips. His fingers are so much longer than mine, so he reaches places I've never been able to reach by myself.
Then he starts to finger me deeper, pumping his fingers in and out. His thumb finds my clit as he start circling it. I arch ever more into him. I bite his lower lip harshly till I taste the copper. He groans and fucks me harder with his fingers. The wet sounds of his fingers pushing in and out of me filling the living room. Luckily, nobody's at home. "Fuck me deeper.. harder!" I whine. His eyes darken even more, and he pushes his fingers deeper, curling and scissoring them. My body is on fire, the orgasm building in my stomach, ready to explode. Chris starts kissing and biting into the flesh of my neck. As I moan.. so close to my own release.
"Ohโmyโgod!!" I cry out.. tears of pleasure forming into my eyes. Chris smirks against my neck. "I can feel you squeezing around me," He cooes against my neck. "Come f'me baby."
And that is the final straw. Maybe it was the word baby that snapped it, but my orgasm hits me harder than ever, my legs vibrating as I cry out his name. Chris' fingers rides me through my orgasm as I moan and whimper. I am a complete mess under him.
Chris slowly gets off me, but before that, he places a couple of soft kisses on my neck and one on my temple, making my wrecked ass giggle. I look at him with a stupid pleasured smile, and he flashes me his million dollar smile.
Then my phone on the sofa busses. I check out after taking a couple more breaths, and I notice that it's Kayla. She said that I should walk to the mall that was almost next to Kaylas house.. she was there already with a couple of her friends. I quickly wrote her 'I'll be there' before I jumped up from the couch. I noticed that my legs felt really weak.. but good enough for me to use them. I quickly told Chris that I had to go. I grabbed Kaylas hoodie from the pile of freshly washed clothes that were still in the living room.
Just before I headed out of the door, Chris walks up to me, caging me between him and the door. He looks down into my eyes. "Next time I see you, you'll leave with my cum leaking out of you." He rasps looking at me intensely.
I slide both my hands slowly down his chest. "Oh yeah?" I ask, grinning. "And what would your sister think about that?" I tease, playfully smirking at him. "Shhhh." He presses his pointer finger onto my lips. "This will be our little secret.. right?" He whispers. I smile deviosly and slip out of the door.
I'm playing with fire.
Part 2 here!
Authors note: I got this idea while playing fn lol.. btw I'm lwk a rookie in fn so please don't come at me if some of these things that I wrote were not true.. ;)) Enyways hope you liked this. I haven't written one-shots in a while ;) kissess xx
Summary: You and Chris have been enermies since you've met. You were on a yearly holiday trip at the triplets' parents with the triplets and Matts gf. You and Chris got into an argument which was seen by the whole family. They all made a decision behind your and Chris' back to try to make you two could solve your problems with each other. But the question is, is the plan going to work? And are you two really enermies?.. or is there something deep inside of you two that just doesn't wanna see the daylight.
Warnings: ANGST, use of strong words, drinking, drugs, SA attempt (not romanticising or normalising it in ANY WAY!!) !!! :)
If these things upset you, don't read! :)
My first language is not English, so sorry if there's something wrong with the grammar, etc :) x Enyways, I hope y'all enjoy this!! :)
Finally, it was Friday evening!!
You have had a long and hard week that had left you tired physically and mostly emotionally. You haven't seen the triplets or Evie in about a week now.
You have texted a little to Matt, Nick, and Evie. They have been apologising to you writing texts like "I'm so sorry y/n!", "we will never do that again.", or "the idea was stupid and rushed, we're sorry." And you've just responded to them with stuff like.. "it's okay.", "well now y know better.", or "I know you guys tried to do the right thing.. it just wasn't nice."
But Chris.. Fuck. He has been living rent-free in your mind. You haven't heard from him since the 'I stole his shirt' incident. Does he actually think I stole his shirt? Hopefully, not. He had probably seen it as another opportunity to get mad at you. He has been such a dick. A huge problem. Still, you found yourself often thinking about him. The memories of your intimate moments and glances.. even the angry ones taking a place in your mind.
You've been working so hard at your local diner every evening of the week to help pay your rent, bills, and studying. Of course, your parents helped you out to pay, but they've said that you should start to take the reins in your own hands. Your parents were very strict and their words hardly left eny space for discussion.
The sturniolos were different. Their parents were really helpful towards them. Not just in money but giving them the home, love that everyone should have. Their family has been pretty much yours, too, for the past years. Their family was very supportive, and their parents actually cared about more than just accomplishments and grades.. stuff that your parents were all about.
The sturniolos had a YouTube channel that was giving them a good amount of money and fame. They were financially in a very much better state than you. Nick and Matt had offered to help you many times, but you've told them that you'll be fine and that this is a good character building for you.
You were doing ok. You worked really hard, but at least you had the weekends free. Obviously, you studied your ass off, but you had some time to chill too,.. sometimes.
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Y/n's pov
I stepped into my car hands, roaming down my face as I sighed. "God, I'm tired." I mutter as I start the engine and start to pull away from the parking lot. The whole car ride is quiet. I don't even bother to put on any music.
As I get to my apartment, I enter in and throw my handbag onto the floor, hopping onto the bed. Then I fell asleep. I wake up about an hour later and realise that I'm still wearing my work clothes, with my makeup still on my face.
I groan slightly as I get up from the bed. My braid that I did this morning has started to loosen up, letting strands of hair escape from it and fall on my face. I try to blow them away from my face but end up just tugging them behind my ears.
As I walk up to the bathroom mirror, I see how flawless my makeup still looks. "Holy shit." I gasp quietly, taking a closer look of the makeup that looks like it's melted onto my face. And then it clicks. I don't know why.. but I wanted to party.
I was so overly stressed about work, school, and other types of things that I needed to just forget everything for once. Even if it would only last a one night. And the thought of Chris made me always feel so weird. It was time to move on and round myself with other people. Maybe talk to guys who would not hate you deep into their bones.
But I didn't really want any friends to come with me. I hadn't still talked enough to Evie.. and I didn't want Matt to come act like some freaking bodyguard. So I decited to go by myself.
Also, Matt and Nick were on a little meeting without Chris the whole weekend, and Evie was visiting her grandparents.
Honestly, it wasn't the best idea because always, when you go partying, there is a danger of getting drugged, sexually harassed kidnapped, and so on.
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But obviously you couldn't give a fuck. So at 7 pm you arrived to the club. You wanted to come early, but there was already a full vibe going on. People were dancing, drinking, and vibing to the music that was hammering loudly across the room. The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and sweat lingering in the air.
You walked straight up to the counter, ordering a margarita. After finishing it, you ordered another drink, which was a can of beer. Not your usual order. But this time, you just wanted to feel free from all the stress. Alcohol is alcohol. you thought to yourself.
After the beer, some guys asked you to take shots with them, which you agreed on. You didn't care what their intentions were. You were too tired to think.
After only half a shot, you started to feel lightheaded, which just pushed you to take a one more. Those shots were stronger thsn you thought. You were still pretty conscious of what was going on. You were too tired and didn't really have the urge to stop the guys from touching you.
"Guys, what r you do -" you mumbled drunk, giggling nervously, but one of the guys stopped you and placed a hand on your mouth. Then he leaned in his warm breath that smelled sharply like an alcohol and cigars brushing over your cheek as he whispered sharply but quietly. "Now you have to shut your mouth princess. You're coming with us."
You stiffened a little bit, while he and the other men just grinned dangerously.. they knew what they were doing.
In a couple of seconds, they dragged you into the single restroom, locking the door behind them. You were in a restroom with four guys who were probably at their early to mid-thirties. But you were too tipsy to do anything.
The next thing you remember was the loud banging that was coming from the front door.
Then everything blackens.
The next thing you know is that someone is next to you on her knees, trying to wake you up. You are feeling dizzy. Your head feels like it's been pushed into a concrete wall. What the f happened!! Your mind is still fussy, and you can't really form up any memories from this restroom which' floor you're currently lying on.
"Are you okay?" The female next to you asks with a concerned tone. You see another person next to her (possibly a male). All you manage to let out is a wobbly, yeah. "Do you need an ambulance??" She asks, clearly stressed and worried about you. The man next to her had noticed you getting dragged into the restroom, and he had managed to stop everything before it happened.
"I'm fine, ju - just a little d - drunk." You somehow are able to slip out. The girl doesn't look too convinced. "Can you get a ride home, or do you have someone who you can trust around here?"
Some kind of flash of memory comes into your mind. You remember that Nick, Matt and Evie are not around. Oh no!
But you have to get out of this place.. not in an ambulance!
You had only one choice..
Chris.
You mumbled to the girl that you'd call Chris and get a safe ride home. She was still a little concerned, but nodded after all, so you called Chris.
Chris was sitting on the couch as he saw you call. It was late. It was 2 a.m., so he was just watching some movie before bed. He looked sharply at the screen and your name on it. He almost rubbed his eyes as trying to see if his eyes were lying.
But they weren't.. so he picked up the phone.
"Umm, hey?" He asked, confused, furrowing his eyebrow even though you couldn't see it.
"Ch - chris- i need you to come gett me r - right noow.." You slurred your voice cracking a little.
"Where are you?.. are you drunk?" He said, surprised. He knew that drinking and clubbing wasn't your thing.
"I'm not fucking dd-drunk you asshole.. justt come p - pick me up!!" You slurred starting to get annoyed by his questions.
"Oh god you're fucking wasted y/n.." He let out an amused laugh. "Are you at the local club..? I'll come pick your drunk ass up." He got up from the couch and headed straight to the front door. "Just wait there f'me will you?" He said teasingly, face widening with a grin.
"Fuck offf!" You mumbled into the phone. You have gotten up to your wobbly legs. You were leaning into a wall, trying to keep yourself together from falling over. "Yes..ss, I'm at the club. Just get m- me home!"
"Alright, alright, I'm on my way." He said while pulling out of the driveway. "I'll be there in 15 minutes."
You just rolled your eyes, let out a scoff, and hang up the call.
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After fifteen minutes, the bar door opened, and a familiar figure stepped in. His eyes were scanning through the crowds of people until his gaze landed on you. In a couple of seconds, he walked through the crowds to you.
When he stranded face to face to you, his eyes scanned your body, and he chucked mockingly. "Well, at that point, you should've just put a bikini on."
Your eyes flashed with anger to his comment about your dressing. It was none if his fucking business. God forbid a girl has a beautiful skin, and she doesn't have the feeling to cover it all up.
"W- why you people have to sexualise everyttthingg!" You slurred annoyed your voice cracking.
"Just saying. These clubs usually hold a good amount of rapists and other disgusting pervs."
Oh how right he was.
Even thought of his mocking words and looks he could feel a slight pain and worry in him while looking at you. This wasnt you he was looking at. It wasn't the smart girl who always looked at you knowing that she was better than you. This was a different girl he was looking at. But he brushed away the worry. Now it was not time for that.
Chris has never been good with emotions or especially expressing them. That's why he's always so cold.
That's when the memory of the men flashes your mind. You are not sure were you drugged.. but you sure know that those shots were not the normal kind of ones. Thank goodness the man noticed you on time and saved you before anything went down.
Even though the alcohol and whatever those shots were holding are making you feel floaty and calm, you still can't let out the thought of the restroom. Oh how badly things could've gotten. You felt the small wave of relief brushing throughout your body when you look around. You probably would never say this but even the presence of Chris makes you feel a lot safer. Nothing happened. You're safe now. You said to yourself.
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In the car you look back at the road and notice that Chris hasn't turned to the way that leads to your apartment. Instead, he is heading to his.
"Chris, I live t..that way." You point your wobbly finger someway close to the way where you live. It's crazy how you even know where you live while you're in this state.
"I know." He just says firmly without paying any closer attention to you.
"Then turn!?" You mumble getting a little angry.
"Y/n, as much as I'd love to just throw you out of this car, your drunk ass would probably lead you to your own end." He scoffes, still focusing fully on the road.
"Ssso what!? It's not like you c-care!"
"I don't!" He said, voice sharp and irritated. "But my brothers do, and they would kill me if I'd let you just walk away.. or crawl.. whatever you're even able to do at the minute."
"Oh wow, Chris.. you're sso thoughhtffful!" You slurred rolling your eyes.
"Never said I was." He just says carelessly before pulling up to his house. "Alright, get out of the car." He commands when he parks the car in front of the front door.
It is cold outside. Christmas was just a couple of days ago, and the triplets did decorate the outside and inside of the house in colourful lights. They usually do not take them off until like February.
As you step out of the car, your legs are feeling weak and shaky. Chris notices as you try to take a couple of steps before almost stumbling to the ground. He let's out a frustrated and tired scoff and walks up to you.
Before you can even open your mouth or do anything, he bends down, grabbing your legs and swinging you on his shoulder like you weight nothing.
"Get off me , chhriss!" You mumble angrily as he carries you towards the front door. He doesn't even pay attention to your words as he carries you to the front door and walks in, you still on his shoulder.
Without saying a word , he carries you to his bedroom and lays you down on the bed. Your back hitting the mattress first as you stare at him though your hazy eyes.
"I'm gonna sleep on the couch. And don't even think about touching any of my stuff!" He says sharply, his tone serious.
Just when he's about to leave the room, you remember the restroom, the men. You know for a fact that that they didnt get to do enything to you but you are and have always been a very careful person. "Chris." You say voice hoarse and small. He turns to look at you. "Hm" he humms, frustrated.
Even though the drunken state you feel a flash of embarrassment and shame going though you when you think about the next question, that's about to leave your mouth. "Do - do you guys still have my 'morning after' pills?"
Chris eyes widen. A wave of shock and disgust painting his face. "Did you fuck someone!?" He says purely disgusted.
"I didd NOTT!" You slurr, little sharpness and seriousness peeking throught.
You didn't go around a lot, but you always wanted to be prepared. That's why you have your pills at Sturniolos' house. Not because you ever did anything intimate with them. gross. But because you sometimes quite literally lived there.
"What kind of a whore are you!?" He adds face twisting in disgust as he walks out of the room to grab your pills. When he returns to the room with a glass of water and the pills he puts them to the nightstand where you grab them with you shaky hands.
"Shouldn't you take those pills the morning after?" He questions, not really caring, though. "Oh shut up, Ch- Chrish," you slur.
You notice him stearing at you. "Chris I did nnot have ssex! I just.. I just wanna be carefful." You didn't bother to tell him that you were almost raped. Like he cares. You told yourself.
You can barely hold the glass and swallow down the pills. The whole time, Chris just stares at you. Like he's not looking at you. Like he's looking at someone else he's never seen before..
His expression easened up a little but he still didn't look fully convinced.
You groaned. "And why tf you ccare!?"
Chris runs his hand down his face. "I might be a jerk, okay, but I know for a fact that some of the men in the bars are disgusting."
He was right..
"Well, yeah. You are also one of tthem. Who are you to tell me to not ffuck anyone, when you quite literally are the perf-ffect example of what road I sshould NOT go on."
He just gave you a very dangerous glare. His blue eyes dangerously locking onto yours. The look he gave you immediately glued your mouth shut. After little moment, he squinted his eyes, "Yeah, that's what i thought." His tone was cold. Even the smallest bit of concern that was in his eyes was blown away.
Then he just picked up the empty glass from the table, and left the room without saying another word. As the door slammed close, you were left into the darkness. Dark room filled with the smell of him.
Just before you fall asleep, your mind goes quickly to todays events. Why is he being such a jerk!? You did not wanna tell him about the restroom. He would've probably not care. He's cold as frost. It'd be like talking to a wall, but he sadly has a mouth and some crazy words in his inventory.
But why do I even care. He probably always knew that this would happen to me and that I'd end up to be an alcoholic before I turn 30. Except I'm NOT an alcoholic and neither am I enything that he expects. But screw that.. I know him well enought to say that..
He doesn't even care.
Authors note: Hey everyone! it's been a while. I hope you all had a merry Christmas and you spent nice time with your loved ones. I hope this chapter wasn't too much! I really am gonna stop this edging and start to build Chris' and y/ns relationship.. hopefully. But thank you all for the support, and everything good towards this serie. I hope you have liked it, because writing it has been fun. Enyways, I think I'm gonna write a one-shot before writing the next part to this serie.. hopefully it will not take as long as this did.. I just had a "little" holiday. Enyways kissess x
Summary: You and Chris have been enermies since you've met. You were on a yearly holiday trip at the triplets' parents with the triplets and Matts gf. You and Chris got into an argument which was seen by the whole family. They all made a decision behind your and Chris' back to try to make you two could solve your problems with each other. But the question is, is the plan going to work? And are you two really enermies?.. or is there something deep inside of you two that just doesn't wanna see the daylight.
Warnings: ANGST, sexual tension, lmk if I missed smt.. :)
If these things upset you, don't read! :)
My first language is not English, so sorry if there's something wrong with the grammar, etc :) x Enyways, I hope y'all enjoy this!! :)
You woke up on the couch to the weak winter-ish sun shining straight to your face. Then, you smelled the scent of bacon and eggs. You got up and saw Matt cooking some breakfast with Evie. "Good morning, sleepyhead." Evie greeted you with a smile. You just stared at her for a couple of seconds with straight face before you got up from the couch with your hair all messy.
"Who's shirt is that?" Matt questioned, pointing a finger at your shirt. You looked down. What?? The shirt that you were wearing was definitely not your shirt! It was not on me when I fell asleep! What!
"Y/n why you've got Chris' shirt on?" Nick questioned with a sleepy voice while he entered the kitchen. You froze, looking down at the shirt. Then you smelled Chris' scent radiating from the shirt. "I- I swear I didn't take or borrow it." You stutter, looking just as shocked as everyone else.
Then Chris comes out of his room, stretching his arms and yawning. All of your gazes turn onto him just like waiting for him to clear the whole situation. He shoots a tired and confused look to you all, pausing for a moment. "What!?" He asked a little cranky with his raspy morning voice. Clearly annoyed by the sudden attention.
"Why is y/n wearing your shirt?" Evie asks face filled with confusion, but there is a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. Chris turns to look at you, his eyes flicking down to your body. His shirt is loosely on you. Then his stare travels back up.. his eyes burning onto yours. You just stare at him dumbfounded by the whole situation. You have no idea how Chris' shirt has gotten on you.
Throwback to last night (chris' pov)
I heard the door slamming close behind y/n.
Fuck! What have I done. I hate her.. fuck.. I do, but.. something in me makes me do these stupid questionable things around her.
She still pisses me off, dont get me wrong. And sometimes I want nothing more than to see her dead. And I guess she feels the same about me. But still.. still, there's something in me.
Something that hasn't seen the daylight, and I'm glad to keep it that way. We would never work, and I'm NOT interested! Love isn't for me. God.. this needs to stop!
Throwback to last night
As you muttered angrily, getting up from Chris' bed, you grabbed your T-shirt from the floor.. or so you thought. Luckily, Chris didn't notice that you were only wearing your black Victoria's secret set.
You obviously didn't want to give off the wrong vibe. You just like to look pretty.. even though it wouldn't be showing to anyone other than you.
You just put on the shirt, still half asleep, as you storm out of his room. You didn't even notice the large size of the shirt. You just snuggled onto the couch, falling asleep immediately.
Now.
Shit! I did not realise that I grabbed the wrong shirt. You mutter to yourself while all the gazes are flickering between you and Chris. "Yeah! Why the fuck do you have my favourite T-shirt on!?" Chris asks voice dangerously low. Holy shit! Does he actually think I'd steal his shirt on purpose!? Idiot.
"It was an accident! I thought that Chris wouldn't be home till the next day, so I decided to sleep in his bed and for my suprise he didn't stay overnight anywhere."
"So when he arrived, and I saw him, I panicked, grabbing my clothes, and I guess I accidentally took his shirt." You say, leaving out the parts were Chris quite literally slipped under the same blanket and got maybe a little too close to you.
Matt, Nick, and Evie look at each other at the 'I decided to sleep in his bed' remark. "Why did you even want to sleep in his bed for starters!?" Matt points out clearly confused. He looks at you, furrowing his brows. You just look at him back and roll your eyes. "What!? It's obviously more comfortable than the damn couch!" You snap, not genuinely knowing how to explain yourself.
Nick chuckles. "CHRIS' BED? More comfier?! You mean his scent, sheets, just him, is comfier than the couch? Y/n do you hear yourself? You would never sleep in his bed." You slide your hand down your face the frustration growing more. Nick is right. You'd told him many times that you could not even step a foot in his room without throwing up.
"What are you accusing me for?? It's not like I slept with your brother!! And no! I don't find any comfort in his scent, or him in general. I just wanted to sleep!! And surely after you three left me alone with Chris, I have no interest in sleeping over at your rooms."
"And the shirt. I'm not that pathetic that I steal other people's shirts, especially if it smells like shit." You spat.
Chris chuckles in disbelief and anger but at the same time partly mocking you. You see his reaction and that twistes something inside you. "You think I'm lying? Do you think I actually stole your disgusting ugly shirt like a little kid who has just gotten their first crush on someone and then slept in it on purpose. Eugh.. disgusting." You say your face twisting in disgust.
"You gotta lose the fucking additude!" he says, voice low and warning. Warning for what? "Now give me my shirt!" You widen your eyes and tisk. "So you want me to get naked here in front of you and everyone?" You stared at him in anger and disbelief. He glances down at your body again, seeing how well his shirt covers your body. "Well it's not my fucking fault that you stole my shirt! Is it?!" He spats frustrated by your additude and sharp words that could cut diamonds.
"You're disgusting!" You spat and leave the kitchen starting to walk towards Nicks room. But Chris.. he decides to follow you. As you see him following, you fasten up your phase. "Omg, leave me alone, you freak!" You say loudly as you run into the room.
But just when you are about to slam the door close after you, Chris pushes it wide open, walking in and closing it behind him. "Now give me the shirt, or there will be consequences!" His tone is telling you that he is not playing around. "Oh yeah.. uuuu. Im so scared, Chris," you chuckle unseriously. That act just made him even more furious.
He grabs you by the collar of his shirt and pushes you against the wall. "Why are you always acting like a fucking brat towards me!? I don't see you acting like that towards my brothers!" His voice is questioning but not really needing an answer from you.
You feel as your back hits the cool bedroom wall. The action earning a tiny squick from you. Chris hears it and answers with a dangerous and amused smirk. He's fucking crazy! You mutter to yourself as you feel his hand tightening the grip of the collar on the shirt.
"You're fucking crazy." You mutter angrily trying to push him away. But he doesn't move. Obviously. "Shut up." He says, voice almost an octave lower than before. "Stop acting like a fucking brat, bitching and complaining and give me my shirt."
You stare at him, unimpressed. Your insides boiling with rage. "Or what!?" You snap. "What are you gonna do about it?.." You say, pouting at him like you'd pout at a little baby. His gaze darkens slightly but enough for you to notice. "Or I'll rip it off you!.." His tone shows that he's not playing around. His hand digs deeper into the collar, the other hand finding its way to your hip, squeezing it almost bruisingly. And his eyes. Fuck.. his eyes. The blue eyes are dangerously gigging deeper into yours.
An unexpected shiver runs down your spine at his words. You just stare at him in slight shock, but then you just shrug. "You wouldn't dare." You challenge him rolling your eyes out of frustration and anger. You grow even more frustrated because he's still keeping you against the wall.
"Try me." He says voice so husky and low, that it's giving you shivers again. Your breath hitched for a moment. You hope that he doesn't notice.. But he does. His eyes are scanning your face and body. He's tryna read every single body language that you were giving off. "C'mon yn.. you scared?" He grinns after seeing your frozen presence.
You furrow your brows, shooting him an annoyed glare. "Yeah, real scared Chris! Shaking in my boots.!" You tisk mockingly. He snaps, pushing you against the wall again so harshly with his body that you can feel every inch and curve of his body. His lips brush your earlobe as he says, voice dangerous and hoarse. "Listen, you little brat, if you don't take that shirt off now, I will !"
"Chris, I'm not gonna undress in front of you!" You murmur angrily trying to catch your breath. You slap him in the arm, but he just chuckles amused. "Well, that's too bad." He murmurs deeply in your ear before he grabs you by the collar of the shirt with both hands. His hands are big, and you can see the veins in them. Easily, he rips the shirt off you. The now just looking like a piece of fabric falls off your body to the floor, leaving your body only in the black victorias secret set. Your body is on full display.
"Eyes up, you creep!" You snap, noticing how chris' eyes linger on your body, taking in every curve, mole, and beauty mark that you have in you. When hears your words, he looks up at your eyes, a slight smirk playing on his lips. Fucking lustful asshole.
Then his expression sharpens, and with a cold but dangerously scented tone, he says. "Keep the shirt as a reminder to never fuck with me again!" With those words he gives you a warning and dark glare and just walks away.
You're still frozen. Completely unaware what the fuck just happened. He's so fucking insufferable. What the fuck! No cause, seriously!!?
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That night, you go back to your own apartment, still weird feeling in your stomach. This is the first night in two weeks without him around. You're supposed to feel good.. and you do. Obviously.
But part of you misses him.. well.. I guess not him.. directly.. but annoying him.
Why? no cause why??!
Authors note: Hey lovess x Again, this took me way too long!. So honestly, now on, I'm not gonna promise anything about when I'll post more. But this time it didn't take two weeks (almost did..) but I hope you liked this part, and I hope I can post the next one ASAP! I love and appreciate you all so much, and thank you for all the nice feedback! It means a lot x
Summary: You and Chris have been enermies since you've met. You were on a yearly holiday trip at the triplets' parents with the triplets and Matts gf. You and Chris got into an argument which was seen by the whole family. They all made a decision behind your and Chris' back to try to make you two could solve your problems with each other. But the question is, is the plan going to work? And are you two really enermies?.. or is there something deep inside of you two that just doesn't wanna see the daylight.
Warnings: ANGST, mentions of being drunk, sexual tension.. that's it, i guess.
If these things upset you, don't read! :)
My first language is not English, so sorry if there's something wrong with the grammar, etc :) x Enyways, I hope y'all enjoy this!! :)
You wake up in the morning feeling cranky and tired. You groan at the feeling and get up. What the fuck even happened last night!? You walk into the bathroom, and your makeup is still on. Mascara all over your under eyes. You decided to just hop into the shower and wash of the evidence that was left on you from your little "Let's get drunk" show last night.
As you get out of the shower, the memories from last night flash through your mind. You don't remember exactly what happened, but you remember Chris pressing you against the wall. You froze. Did we kiss?!! You stare at yourself through the mirror, eyes wide, giving yourself a disgusted look.
You get dressed as quickly as possible and pack your stuff, expecting Chris to be already up. You rush to his door and knock on it loud. "What!?" He asks and opens the door already dressed up. "Chris what the fuck happened last night?" You instantly ask.
He runs his hand across his face. "You just got drunk and started acting like crazy so I brought you back here." He said voice neutral. You raised your eyebrows hesitating for a bit before muttering.. "Did - did we fuck?" You asked quietly and clearly embarrassed. He widened his eyes and chuckled. "Does it feel like it?" He says, clearly mocking you by the question. "CHRIS!! I asked you a fucking question!" You spat not amused by the situation.
"No y/n. No. We didn't fuck, we didn't kiss, we didn't make out. I have no interest in doing any of those with you." He scoffed slightly annoyed. You feel a big relief spreading all over your body, but then you tilt your head confused. "I remember you pressing me against the wall with your whole body." You watch his expression sharpen.
"You don't remember shit y/n." He says tone cold and sharp. "Now get out of my face and go put your stuff in the car." You just rolled your eyes. "Shut up." You said and walked off.
Finally, you were on the road the last time before getting to LA. It's been quite a trip, but you guys were still not okay with each other. You two answered Mary Lous calls once in a while and just pretended that everything was ok between you two.
The drive to LA was pretty quiet. You two didn't say a word. You just leaned against the window, watching the rainy autumn view while listening to music from your favourite playlist.
You guys arrived in the evening at about 8 pm. You decided to sleep over at the sturniolos' house on the couch. There was no way you were gonna be sleeping in Nicks or Matts room. And yeah definitely not Chris'! You haven't talked or texted to them since they've left you with Chris. You were still pissed.
When you stepped inside the house, the warm and welcoming scent hit you. You saw all of them three sitting on the couch watching some movie that you couldn't care to take a better look at. Matt turned his head, a smile instantly popping on his face. Right after that, Evie, who was sitting next to Matt, his hand pulling her closer. She noticed his turned head and instantly turned hers. A smile mixed with a grin appearing on her face. Matt looked at you two. "Oh, look, who is here." He grinned. "And you bring my brother too. In one piece." He widened his grin.
Chris scoffed. "Fuck you man, I hate you." Matt just smiled "I hate you too my dear brother." You rolled your eyes at Matt. "So just for you to know I hate you all." You said, looking at Matt, Nick, and Evie, who were all just sitting on the couch, expecting you to maybe thank them for their "great" idea.
"So you guys made up your mistakes and fights?." Nick asked.. already knowing that the answer wouldn't be pleasant. "No Nick! He was such a jerk the whole time." You didn't wanna get into detail, cause what would've they say if you you'd told them about the time when Chris almost killed you both.. or the time when you got drunk and made out with a random guy.. or the time when he got drunk and was almost unable to walk.. or the time when you two slept in the same bed!!
Yeah, it was all just too much information. But it didn't matter cause you two were still in the same position.. nothing changed. Well.. that's how you wanted to believe, but you couldn't shake off the thoughts of how touchy Chris has been. Maybe he was just craving some touch. I mean, he hasn't been at his local club for almost two weeks.
You just walked into Nicks room. You hated that they didn't have a quest room. There's no way you're sleeping in Nick, Matts, or especially Chris room tonight. You were too pissed. Just when you were about to consider sleeping on the couch, you remember. Chris is probably gonna go to the club tonight since he hasn't been there for a long time. Maybe I can sleep in his bed. The thought of sleeping in his sheets secretly wasn't the greatest idea but it definitely beated the couch.
It was 11.52 p.m., you were still sitting on the couch watching some romcom. A warm blanket was wrapped around you were holding a cup that had hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows in it. As the ending credits started to play, you yawned and made the decision to go to bed. Chris would probably just crash over to some girls' place or go to a hotel. You didn't really care as long as he wouldn't be here till the next day.
As you crawled under his sheets, you couldn't help but think that maybe it would be funny if he would catch you sleeping in his room.. if he just wouldn't take it the wrong way. You grinned at the thought but quickly realised how stupid you looked. As you pulled the blanket closer to your face and buried your face deeper into the pillow, you smelled his scent. The warm but deep smell of amber with a little bit of vanilla peeking through, laced with a fresh citrus, and a little spice. The smell filled your lungs, but it didn't make you feel uncomfortable or any type of weird. You just fell asleep.
It was 1:00 am. Chris' rooms door opened. You were fully asleep by now. Chris stepped into the dark room. He didn't even turn the lights on. He just walked straight into his bathroom without noticing you. He took a shower while you were in a deep sleep, all snuggled up on his bed.
As he got out, he was wearing nothing but his boxers. He just walked through the dark room to his nightstand, placing his phone on there. He still didn't realise that you were literally sleeping on his bed. You were so quiet sleeper that he didn't even hear the smallest breath. Then he lifted the blanket and slipped under. Just when he turned to the side, he felt something his his chest. Then he saw a long hair falling down from the pillow. Then he realised. It was you!
"Y/n what the fuck are you doing in my bed?!" He spats, anger, confusion, and something deeper filling him. Your back is facing his chest. You didn't wake up. "Y/n!? wake the fuck up!" He said tone cold and forcing. "I don't remember inviting you to crash in here," he says shaply and dangerously. You mumble, voice raspy and sleepy thinking that it's Nick who had just noticed you sneaking into Chris' room to sleep. "Mm.. C'mon Nick. Chris is probably at some girls place doing his daily activities." You let out a small mocking chucle.
Chris' brows pinnes into a straight line, and his jaw glenzes as he hears your words. Then he leans in, his mouth brushing your ear as he says, voice low and cold. "Listen to me, you litle shit," He says, voice dangerously low. You wake up slightly, flinching as you hear Chris' voice in your ear.
"I'm right here, aren't I? You're in MY room under MY sheets, and you think you have the audacity to make cracks about my personal life." A dark chucle rumbles in his chest. "Maybe I should throw you out on your ass for disrespecting me like that." A slight shiver runs down your spine as you feel his hot breath against your ear.
"Mm.. fuck you.. I didn't say shit!" You mumble angrily, still slightly asleep. He comes closer to you, his body just inches away from yours. You feel the warmth of his body radiating and the heat landing onto your skin. "Why are you so frustrated about my sex life?" He questions voice hoarse and mockingly curious. "I am NOT!" You deny angrily voice hoarse. His lips grow into a wicked smirk. "Oh, you are y/n.. are you jealous?" He whispers teasingly. His words almost make you want to punch him straight to the gut. But you don't.
He leans in even closer, "Face it, Y/n, you can't stop thinking about me. About how I fuck women so much better than any guy you've been with." You freeze at his words. "Oh you're so full of yourself that it makes me sick!" You roll your eyes shifting yourself away from him on the bed.
He grabs you by the waist and pulls you against his chest. Your body goes tense as you feel his big hand on your waist. Then he leans in and whispers in you ear again. "Full of myself?.. or just confident in what I know to be the truth." His voice is dark and low. For a moment you just want to stay still. Feel his body against yours, and his hand around your waist. But the you snap to the reality. What the fuck am I doing!!? Letting him touch me like that. Letting him press himself against me! Why am I still laying under his sheets WITH HIM!!?
"Chris!!" You squick. You fight against his touch, and for your suprise, he doesn't fight back. Just let's go of you with a dark chuckle slipping from his lips. "Fuck you Chris! You're disgusting!!" You spat quickly before stumbling out of his room.
"I guess I'll sleep on the couch after all" You mumble to yourself and just crawl under the blanket. You stare to the sealing for a moment before falling asleep. What the fuck is wrong with Chris!? Seriously!?
I fucking hate him.. or do I!?
Authors note: It's been two weeks :( , so I'm sorry that this part came this late !! Enyways, I hope you all have a great friday! I promise the next part is not gonna take another two weeks to come up, lol ;) I love you all! Kissess x
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Summary: you and Chris have been enermies since you've met. You were on a yearly holiday trip at the triplets' parents with the triplets and Matts gf. You and Chris got into an argument which was seen by the whole family. They all made a decision behind your and Chris' back to try to make you two could solve your problems with each other. But the question is, is the plan going to work? And are you two really enermies?.. or is there something deep inside of you two that just doesn't wanna see the daylight.
Warnings: ANGST, mentions of being drunk, sexual tension, words like slut, underage drinking, making out, (lmk if i missed smt :) x
If these things upset you, don't read! :)
My first language is not English, so sorry if there's something wrong with the grammar, etc :) x Enyways, I hope y'all enjoy this!! :)
The next morning, you woke up to the sound of Chris packing his bags. You squinted your eyes, looking at him. Your hair was little a little messy, and you felt the cold autumn breeze hitting you through the blanket. "So you're just gonna leave me here?" You asked sarcastically but not happy. He zipped the bag closed and looked at you. "Oh, I wish. Mom would just kill me." He sighed, not amused by your 'joke'. He was clearly tired.
"What's with the car?" You asked. "All good. I got help from a guy. He was staying here overnight." He just quickly answered, not even caring to look at your way. You just nodded. Then you got up from your bed and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and get dressed. You didn't have to pack your bag because you already packed it last night.
You two left the Motel early in the morning. You both have been really quiet. No fights or any other type of communication. I guess the trip to home was really sucking all the energy out of you two. You two were completely mute to each other for a couple of hours. You read, and Chris listened to music as usual.
Then you decided to break the silence between you two. "What were you dreaming about last night?" You asked out of curiosity. "What do y mean?" He scoffed, slightly raising his other hand off the staring wheel as a sign of confusion, but his eyes fully focused on the road. "I mean you were pretty fucking scary. I woke up to you literally sitting on the bed looking into emptiness." He said nothing. You chucked mockingly. "Wait.. and I forgot to mention.. you were whimpering like a little bitch." You said holding back a laugh.
He turned his head quickly. His was not amused. "Like a little bitch?" He questioned voice low. His gaze burning onto you and slowly fading away your amusement. "The only whimpering bitch here is the one I'm looking at." His tone was low and cold. Then he turned his head and pointed his eyes back on the road. "You're so sensitive." You scoffed.
You saw how he glenzed his jaw. "Sensitive?" He questioned voice low, giving you no time to answer. "Let me just put up some more speed, and let's see then who's sensitive." He let out a cold humourless chuckle. "Last time I checked, you were begging be to stop." You didn't say a word. Maybe this time, it'll be better to just stay quiet.
In the evening you arrived at the last stay before home. It was a pretty big hotel. It had a bar downstairs, and you and Chris both got your own rooms. When you entered your room, you dropped your bag and happily ran and hopped onto the bed. You took a deep breath. Finally. No Chris in sight and especially not in the same bed.
But you couldn't brush off the thought that sleeping in the same bed with Chris wasn't that bad after all. Even though he was annoying and stupid as fuck you would say that he was sometimes even tolerable. Still, you would rather sleep alone.
Enyways it was time to go to the bar, but this time, you decided to be a little different. You were so angry with Chris about the last time that this time you decided that it wasn't your job to babysit him. You were gonna go there dance, drink, and let loose. Because you sure weren't driving. Chris didn't even let you last time.
So this time you decided to go with a little more party type of fit. Well, you just changed your bottom. You threw on your black leather miniskirt and paired it with a red, glossy, tight top that pressed on your body perfectly. Then you threw on the same simple black heels because you had no problem dancing with them on. Lastly, you made your finishing touches with your makeup and put on your golden jewellery. You were all done.
You headed to the bar with a smile on your face. It was time to forget all of this and just let loose. You looked around. There were already a lot of people everywhere, most of them in their 20s. This hotel was more in the city, so many young people came here to drink and party. As you walked in, you instantly saw Chris sitting on a pedestal by the bar counter. He was wearing black baggy jeans with a black t shirt he also had a silver chain on his neck and silver Vivienne Westwood earrings that were shimmering in the lights.
He was talking to some brunette wavy haired girl. You ignored him. He wasn't on your radar. You sat a couple of seats away from him and asked the bartender to give you some shots. He gave you three shots, and you took the first one immediately. You felt tingle on your tongue and a slight burn in your throat. You haven't done this in a long time.
Then you took the second one. Chris has noticed you and was now staring at you. He was really confused by your act because you weren't the drinking type of girl. You slightly hissed at the burn in your throat before you washed down the last and third shot. "Whoa." You said to yourself as you placed the last cup on the table. "Hey bartender. I'll have one negroni." As he started working on your drink, you placed your hands on the counter. The burning in your throat is still there.
"Y/n what the fuck are you doing?" You suddenly hear Chris' voice next to you. The girl that was sitting besides him has left and now he sat there only by himself. You looked at him unbothered like this was just a normal day to you. "Drinking. what does it look like." His eyes scanned your body from your eyes to the tips of your heels and back up. "The fuck you're taking shots for?" You just scoffed annoyed "who do you think y are.. my dad?" You laughed at him. The bartender handed you the Negroni, and you took it and thanked him. Just when Chris was about to say something, you got off your chair and turned you back to him. "See you later." You said as you started walking towards the dance floor.
His eyes were sharply on you as you walked into the dance floor with a drink in hand.
The dance floor was pretty full of people.. friends, couples.. you name it. As you got there, you felt the music and the bright lights. You started swaying your hips at the rhythm of the music. Then you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see a tall blonde man. He gave you a little smirk. "Hi, I'm Alex." He greeted you with a low flirty tone. "Hi, I'm y/n."
He happened to be the same age as you and was here just for a holiday with his friends. You instantly saw that he wasn't looking for anything serious, but neither did you. You just weren't sure if you would go that far because the plan was just to drink and let loose, but maybe this was exactly the type of moment where you should let a little loose.
"So r you seeing anyone?" He asked, curious. "Nope." You answered and saw how he grew a deep smirk on his lips. "So what r we waiting for?." He said, suggesting. That's all it needed. You were already starting to feel the shots, and your mind was not really thinking the right way. So you leaned in looking into his green eyes, and then he placed his lips onto yours.
His hands roamed your body. Your other hand still holding your drink and the other one pulling him closer to you, from the neck of his t-shirt. You were so lost into the euphoria of the alcohol that you started shamelessly grinding your hips against his.
Then you heard a loud yell "Hey man, what the fuck r you doing!" It was Chris. The boy turned to Chris' way facing him. "What? I can't even make out with girls." He chuckled, clearly confused about Chris' anger. "Not with her bud." He said sharply, just trying to quickly and nonchalantly get this man off you. But Alex wasn't planning on giving up. Not so easily.
"Go drink some beer, man. Looks like you need it." He said and tapped Chris on his shoulder. That was it. Chris took a dangerous step closer to him. "Did you hear what I fucking said!" His tone was sharp and Cold. His eyes were pierced into Alexs' eyes. "Well, she's single, so why don't you go find someone else?" He chucked. He was so unserious that it made Chris ever more furious.
"She's not fucking single! She is my girlfriend allright!?" He yelled so casually. WHAT!! You just froze. There was not an amount of alcohol that would've made you not understand those words. What the fuck was he talking about? we are not even friends! "Chris, what the f-?" You spat shoked and frustrated by his interruption, but he cut you off with a gentle voice. "You have to slow down the drinking!! Okay!?" Alex was just staring at you two really shoked. "Okay, man, you keep her to yourself, and yeah.. I.. I'll just go." He quickly said, still confused about what just happened. So he instantly left you two alone.
Before you could've put your confusion and anger into a words, Chris grabbed your wrist and dragged you off the dance floor. "Chris wha-" You started voice loud, but he cut you off. Again. "Put the drink on the counter!" He commanded voice cold and sharp that it left no room for argument.
After you placed your drink on the table, he was still holding your wrist and started dragging you out of the bar towards the elevator. "Chris what the fuck!!" You were so sick of this. What the fuck was he doing. "You don't get to control me!!" You yelled voice a little wobbly from all the alcohol. He said nothing you just saw how glenzed his jaw was and his face unreadable. Then you tried to get off his grip and pull yourself back towards the bar. He just glenzed his jaw even more and tightened the grip from your wrist that you already felt the burning pain of it.
Still saying nothing, he dragged you to the elevator and pressed the button 4. Yours' floor number. "Chris fuck you! I'm not going back to my room." You mumbled loudly, frustrated at his silence. Again, his mouth was pressed into a thin line, no words coming out. *cling* The elevator arrived onto your floor, Chris was still holding your wrist. When the doors opened, he started walking, you trying to keep up with him. He opened the door to his room, pulling you inside.
After he slammed the door closed, he turned his eyes on you instantly. His eyes were dark and dangerous. "Now what the fuck was that y/n!!?" He suddenly yells making you flinch a little from the sudden noice. Then you laugh at his frustration. "Oh, C'mon Chris, you do that shit all the time." His eyes squinted in anger. "By the way I'm not your fucking girlfriend and I have no idea why you always use that as an excuse!" You spat.
He took a step closer to you. "Watch your mouth y/n." He said voice low and laced with venom. "Or what?" You chucked unserious. "What are you gonna do, Chris? Are you gonna leave me here?" You fake pout at him. "Shut your fucking mouth!" He yelled sharply. You were still just standing in front of him looking up at his eyes. You were not scared of him. Not anymore. Atleast not right now. "I don't fear you, Chris!" You spat. He let out a dark chuckle. "Oh, you don't, huh?" He asked, voice raspy as he tilted his head, taking a step closer to you. "Well then what do you feel for me y/n?" He looked at you. His eyes staring straight into your soul as a dark grin appeared on his face.
He stepped even closer to you, closing the distance between you two. Your breathing got heavier as he started to walk you back towards the wall. You felt your back hitting the cool surface of the wall as you tried to take a grip o it to keep yourself together and standing up from all the alcohol. "You got anything to say y/n?.. or are you just gonna stare at me." He questioned his words sharp and teasing. "Fuck off Chris!" You mumbled loudly and he just chucked. "Are you trying to play with me?"
You looked up to him and scoffed. "I'm not playing with you! I don't want anything to do with you." You mumbled annoyed truing to fight off the sudeen tiredness that the alcohol must've given you. He smirked. "Oh yeah?" He widened his eyes in disbelief, still keeping the dark look on his face. "cause it looks like your little act up there was maybe not something you would normally do."
"Mmmmm.. I was just feeling horny that's all." He smirked and looked at you up and down. Then he whispered, voice dark and teasing. "You want me to help you with that?" He said sarcastically and chucked after. You squinted your eyes at him. "Ew.. gross, Chris." He just stared at your eyes. Then he leaned against you. Sandwiching you between his body and the wall. "Hmmm.. you don't seem really grossed out to me." He whispered into your ear, making you shiver in the way you did not want to or expect to.
"Well, what do you expect me to do.. throw up?!" You groaned, annoyed. "No. Just simply walk away." He said with a teasing tone. You looked up to him. His hair had slightly fallen in front of his eyes. The glow from the moon shining, though the window, made his sharp features even more visible. Fuck he looked good. But no. You have to sleep this drunken feeling off. And gosh, he was still incredibly cocky.
You showed him back with almost no strength at all. He didn't move from your pushing, but he backed up, letting you walk past him. "You're so full of yourself!" You scoffed as you stumbled towards the door. "Goodnight whore." He said as you walked up to his door. You just laughed sarcastically as you reached for the handle opening the door and stepping out. "oh look whose talking?" You scoffed and *slam*. You closed the door.
You walked into your room and just fell onto the bed. What the fuck was wrong with him. Well I guess everything. But seriously..
Why was he so annoyed to see me with another guy?
Authors note: It's been too long, but hey again! I've been pretty unmotivated with writing, so this took longer than expected, but I really hope you liked it. It's personally not my fav, but I hope I'll improve slowly as we go on. I have zero idea how many parts I'm still gonna do, but I would not like to rush this in any way. Enywayys, I hope you all liked this one, and I'll keep writing more ;) byeeee.
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