Emily

live ur life

[linearsoobin]

𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳

삼켜버려, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩

𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴!!

𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘴

𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺! | 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳 | 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 | 𝘸𝘭𝘮 | 𝘐𝘕𝘍𝘗 | 𝘣𝘮𝘧 | 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯! | 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘴 (𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 6𝘵𝘩) | 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴, 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘵, 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘦𝘯𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘦𝘯𝘢, 𝘭𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵, 𝘵𝘹𝘵, 𝘦𝘵𝘤. 𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘴’: 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴-𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯 + 𝘫𝘶𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘵- 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘦 + 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘩𝘢, 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴- 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦, 𝘦𝘯𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘯- 𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘪 + 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵- 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘹𝘵- 𝘨𝘺𝘶 + 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯

이리 와서 더, 같이 놀자 더

tags!

[alivrrrtiggrrr]

not even worth it

[alivrrrtiggrrr]

can’t make you see what you fail terribly to notice

[rikimikidoo]

Do you think about me

more than once or twice?

lilly / she/her / living loser teen girl era / moots? / kpop multistan / jan 2 (Capricorn) / diverse music taste

-Fav Groups- lngshot, cortis, Enhypen, Tomorrow x Together, illit, le sserafim, BOYNEXTDOOR, p1harmony

-Bias- Ryul lnsghot, Seonghyeon Cortis, heuningkai TXT, Woonhak BND, Jay enha, Jiung p1h, Wonhee illit, Sakura le sserafim

[coconhovr]

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗨 𝗖𝗥𝗬 𑣲 𝐉𝐔𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ─── juhoon who was never good at telling his emotions started crying infront of you after a heated argument between you two

★ bf ! juhoon × fem!reader

word count ── 3.2k

˖᯽ ݁˖ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 coco speaking here! JUHOON GOTTA BE THE PRETTIEST CRIER IVE EVER SEEN LIKE WHY IS HE JUST SO PRETTY ALL THE DAMN TIME 😓😓😓 UGH MY AEGI HES SO PRECIOUS TO ME 𖧧 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The fight began the way most disastrous arguments do—not with screaming or shattered glass, but with something deceptively insignificant.

A forgotten text, a delayed response, a sigh delivered with the wrong tone. By midnight, however, the tiny fracture had widened into something jagged and catastrophic.

Rain tapped relentlessly against the apartment windows while the city beyond the glass dissolved into blurred streaks of gold and gray. The kitchen lights remained dim, casting amber shadows across the marble counters and illuminating the tension suspended thickly between the two of you.

You stood near the island with your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, nails digging crescents into your sleeves as though physically holding yourself together.

Across from you, Juhoon leaned against the counter in suffocating silence.

That silence again. That unbearable, impenetrable quietness that made every disagreement feel one-sided, like throwing your emotions against a locked door and hearing nothing echo back.

His expression was composed in the infuriating way it always was—controlled, restrained, unreadable. Even now, during an argument that had your chest aching so violently you could barely breathe, he looked devastatingly calm.

You hated that, not because he was cruel, but because you could never tell if he cared as much as you did.

“You could at least look at me while I’m talking,” you said at last, your voice strained from holding too much emotion for too long.

His gaze flickered upward briefly before drifting away again. “I’m listening.”

“That’s the problem,” you replied bitterly. “You’re always listening. Never talking.”

His jaw flexed, a subtle reaction most people would miss.

You didn’t. You noticed everything about him because you had spent months teaching yourself how to love someone who communicated through fragments instead of sentences.

The way his fingers curled meant irritation. The slight tension in his shoulders meant discomfort. The silence meant he was overwhelmed.

Except tonight you were exhausted from deciphering him. “You always do this,” you continued, voice trembling despite your efforts to steady it. “Every single time we argue, you shut down and leave me to figure everything out on my own.”

“I’m not shutting down.”

“You haven’t said more than five words to me in ten minutes.”

He exhaled slowly through his nose, already looking fatigued by the conversation. “You know I’m not good at this.”

A humorless laugh escaped you. “At what? Communicating? Having emotions?”

“That’s not fair.”

“No?” Your eyes burned. “Then tell me what is fair, Juhoon. Because I spend half this relationship wondering whether you actually want me here.”

That finally made him look at you directly, and the hurt in his eyes was immediate. But instead of softening you, it only made the frustration twisting through your ribs intensify. “You know that’s not true.”

“How would I know?” you shot back. “You never tell me anything.”

His patience began to fracture. You could hear it in the clipped cadence of his breathing. “I show you.”

“You show me in ways I have to analyze like I’m decoding some impossible language,” you said, voice rising. “Do you know how exhausting that is?”

He pushed away from the counter then, agitation radiating from him in restrained waves. “And do you know how exhausting it is feeling like nothing I do is enough for you?”

The words struck harder than expected. You blinked. “I never said that.”

“You don’t have to.” His tone sharpened. For the first time that night, genuine anger seeped through his carefully maintained composure.

“It’s always the same conversation,” he continued. “You keep asking for more and more and more from me like I’m failing some test I didn’t even know I was taking.”

“That’s not what this is!”

“Then what is it?” he snapped suddenly. “Because apparently loving you quietly isn’t enough. Remembering everything about you isn’t enough. Being there whenever you need me isn’t enough because I don’t say pretty things every five seconds.”

The accusation stole the air from your lungs. “I never asked for perfect words,” you whispered.

“Could’ve fooled me.” The cruelty in his voice was subtle, not loud nor explosive.  Which somehow made it worse.

Your throat tightened painfully. “I just want reassurance sometimes.”

“And I’m telling you I’m trying.”

“You barely talk to me when something’s wrong!”

“Because every time I do,” he said sharply, “it turns into this.”

Silence crashed between you again, only this time it felt vicious. Your heartbeat thudded painfully against your ribs. “You know what hurts the most?” you asked quietly. “I feel lonely even when I’m standing right beside you.”

Something cold flickered across his face then. Exhaustion, the kind born from feeling perpetually misunderstood. “And you know what I’m tired of?” he replied. “Feeling like I have to become someone else just to keep you satisfied.”

Your lips parted. “That’s not—”

“No, listen,” he interrupted, voice rougher now. “I can’t love the way you want every second of every day. I’m not overly emotional. I’m not good with words. And honestly?” His eyes hardened slightly. “Maybe if you stopped needing constant validation, we wouldn’t keep ending up here.”

The sentence landed like a blade driven straight between your ribs. The room went completely still. Juhoon seemed to realize it immediately.

You saw the regret flash across his features the second the words left his mouth. But it was too late, because suddenly every insecurity you had buried deep inside yourself came clawing violently to the surface.

Too clingy, too emotional, too much. Your face went blank in the terrifying way heartbreak sometimes empties a person instead of making them cry. “Wow,” you whispered.

“Baby, I didn’t mean—”

“No.” Your voice sounded distant even to yourself. “You meant it.”

His expression crumpled slightly. “I was angry.”

“That doesn’t make it less true.”

“It’s not true.”

But now you couldn’t stop hearing it. Maybe if you stopped needing constant validation. The sentence echoed viciously through your head.

You swallowed hard, suddenly unable to bear the sight of him. Without another word, you turned and grabbed your jacket from the back of the chair.

Juhoon straightened immediately. “Where are you going?”

“I need to leave for a while.”

“It’s raining.”

“I don’t care.”

He stepped forward then, panic finally overtaking the frustration on his face. “Don’t do this.”

You laughed softly, but the sound was hollow. “Do what? Leave before I embarrass myself by begging someone to love me correctly?”

His face paled. “That’s not what I said.”

“It’s what you meant.”

“I was frustrated—”

“And I was hurt.”

Your voice cracked at last. Raw devastation bleeding through the numbness settling over you. “You know what the worst part is?” you whispered, eyes glossy now. “I defended your silence for so long. To everyone. I kept telling myself you loved differently, that you cared in ways people couldn’t see.”

Juhoon looked like he physically couldn’t breathe.

“But tonight,” you continued shakily, “you made me feel stupid for wanting reassurance from the person I love.”

The apartment fell deathly silent. Rain battered the windows harder. His eyes glistened with immediate remorse “Please don’t leave angry.”

You stared at him for a long moment. At the boy you loved so desperately it frightened you. The boy whose quiet tenderness had once felt safe. Now it only felt unreachable. “I think if I stay right now,” you said softly, “I’ll say something unforgivable.”

Then you walked toward the door.

“Baby—”

But this time, when he said it, you didn’t stop, and the sound of the door closing behind you felt far too much like something breaking forever.

The night had become glacial by the time you finally wandered back toward the apartment. Hours had passed in a blur of rain-slick sidewalks, blurred streetlights, and thoughts so tangled they felt impossible to unravel.

The city was nearly silent now, stripped of its usual vibrancy, leaving only the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rush of cold wind biting against your skin.

Your fingers were numb inside your jacket pockets. Your chest hurt worse. The argument replayed relentlessly in your mind no matter how hard you tried to outrun it.

Maybe if you stopped needing constant validation.

The sentence echoed like a bruise pressed over and over again. Part of you understood he hadn’t meant it the way it sounded. You knew Juhoon better than anyone. You knew frustration twisted his words sharp sometimes, especially when emotions overwhelmed him.

But another part of you, the quieter, more fragile part—couldn’t stop wondering if there had been truth hidden beneath the cruelty.

Maybe you were too much. Too emotional, too needy, too difficult to love properly.

The thought hollowed something inside you, and somehow, despite all of it, despite the hurt still lodged painfully beneath your ribs—You missed him desperately, pathetically.

It had only been a few hours, yet every second away from him had felt profoundly wrong, as though some invisible thread tethered between your hearts had stretched too far without snapping completely.

By the time you reached the apartment building, exhaustion clung heavily to your bones. Your phone read 2:07 AM.

The hallway outside your apartment was eerily quiet. Even the usual flickering overhead light seemed dimmer tonight.

You stood outside the door for several seconds, staring blankly at the handle while anxiety twisted violently in your stomach. What if he was still angry? What if he regretted everything? What if—

You swallowed hard and unlocked the door anyway. The apartment was almost entirely dark. Only the small lamp beside the couch remained on, casting a muted golden glow across the living room. Shadows stretched lazily along the walls while rain continued murmuring softly against the windows.

And there he was. Your breath caught instantly.

Juhoon was curled awkwardly against the couch cushions, still wearing the same black hoodie from earlier. One arm lay draped over his face while the other rested limply against his stomach, like exhaustion had finally dragged him under after hours of waiting.

The sight alone nearly shattered you. He looked uncomfortable, restless. Like sleep had only claimed him out of complete emotional collapse.

Your chest constricted painfully. Slowly, carefully, you stepped closer. “Juhoon,” you whispered.

No response.

You crouched beside the couch quietly, your heart aching at how pale he looked beneath the warm light. Strands of dark hair had fallen messily across his forehead, soft and disheveled in a way that made him seem unbearably vulnerable.

Tentatively, you brushed your fingers through it. “Baby.”

His eyelashes fluttered faintly. Then slowly, reluctantly, his eyes opened, and your entire body went still.

His eyes were swollen, red-rimmed, wet. Like he had spent hours crying alone in the dark.

Your stomach dropped immediately. “Oh my god…”

The devastation on his face the moment he fully recognized you was almost unbearable to witness. Relief hit him so violently it physically altered his expression. His lips parted shakily.

Before you could even process it, Juhoon surged upright and wrapped his arms around you with desperate force, nearly knocking the breath from your lungs entirely, and then he broke apart.

A strangled sob ripped from his chest so abruptly that it startled you. His entire body trembled violently against yours while another shattered sound escaped him, raw and uncontrollable.

“Hey—hey, it’s okay,” you whispered immediately, climbing onto the couch beside him as your own vision blurred with tears. “Juhoon…”

He buried his face against your neck like he couldn’t bear to look at you directly, fingers clutching the fabric of your hoodie so tightly it almost hurt.

But you didn’t care, because Juhoon was crying. Juhoon, the boy who concealed every emotion behind silence and restraint—was sobbing in your arms like he had been holding himself together by a single unraveling thread.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out brokenly. Your heart cracked clean down the middle. “I’m so sorry.”

Another sob tore through him, rough and uneven. You froze for half a second, overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of his grief.

You had never seen him like this before. Never. 

Even during the worst moments of his life, Juhoon had always remained composed in that quiet, self-destructive way of his. He internalized everything. Buried everything. Suffered in silence because vulnerability terrified him more than pain itself.

But now?

Now he was unraveling completely beneath your touch, and somehow that hurt more than the argument ever had.

“I didn’t mean it,” he whispered frantically between shaky breaths. “I swear to god I didn’t mean it like that—I didn’t mean to make you feel unwanted.”

Tears spilled down his cheeks faster than he could wipe them away. His breathing came unevenly, fragile hiccups interrupting nearly every sentence.

“You left and I just…” He swallowed hard, voice splintering apart. “I thought you were done with me.”

“Oh, Juhoon…”

“I called you like ten times,” he admitted weakly, words muffled against your shoulder. “I kept trying to figure out what to say, but nothing sounded right and I—fuck—”

His voice dissolved into another sob. “I can’t lose you.” The confession was so painfully sincere it made your own tears fall instantly.

You cupped his face carefully, forcing him to look at you despite the embarrassment flickering through his watery eyes.

And god, he looked devastated.

Wet lashes clung together while tears slid endlessly down flushed skin. His lips trembled uncontrollably, breath hitching every few seconds as though his body physically could not calm down now that the fear had finally escaped him, and beneath all that anguish.

Love.

So much overwhelming love it nearly stole the air from your lungs. “You’re not losing me,” you whispered softly.

His expression crumpled further. “I thought I already did.”

You brushed your thumbs beneath his eyes gently, catching tear after tear.

“I know I’m difficult,” he whispered hoarsely. “I know I make things hard because I don’t talk right, but I swear I love you more than anything.”

The sincerity in his voice shattered whatever remained of your anger, because he meant it. Every single syllable.

Juhoon loved with terrifying intensity. He just expressed it differently—through actions, through presence, through quiet devotion hidden in places words could never fully reach.

“I don’t know how to explain things the way you need,” he continued shakily. “But I need you here. I need you.”

Your chest ached so violently it almost felt unbearable. Without thinking, you leaned forward and kissed him softly.

The second your lips touched his, he melted completely. A trembling breath escaped him, shaky and uneven, before his hands slid around your waist with unmistakable desperation. Not possessive, but clinging, almost fragile, like he needed physical proof that you were truly there and not about to disappear again.

The kiss carried remnants of tears and exhaustion and unspoken apologies.

Juhoon kissed you like someone starved for reassurance, every movement hesitant at first before gradually deepening with overwhelming emotion. His lips trembled faintly against yours while his fingers curled tighter into the fabric of your hoodie, anchoring himself to you with quiet urgency.

You could still taste salt from his tears. Could still feel the uneven rhythm of his breathing brushing shakily against your skin, and somehow, that vulnerability shattered you more thoroughly than the argument ever had.

When you pulled back only slightly, your foreheads rested together, breaths mingling in the small space between you.

His eyes remained half-lidded and glassy, lashes damp and clumped together from crying. There was something devastatingly defenseless about the way he looked at you now, like every carefully constructed wall he’d spent years building had finally collapsed under the sheer magnitude of loving you.

“I’m sorry too,” you whispered against his mouth.

He shook his head immediately, brows pinching together. “No, don’t apologize.”

“I left.”

“You were hurt.”

“So were you.”

That alone nearly made him cry again. A shaky breath escaped him before he buried himself against you once more, arms wrapping tightly around your middle as though separation itself had become unbearable now.

This time, he didn’t fight the tears. He let them come. Soft, broken sobs trembled through him while your fingers combed gently through his hair, untangling the storm little by little.

“I love you,” you murmured repeatedly against his temple. “I love you so much.”

Every single time you said it, his grip tightened, as though he was memorizing the feeling of hearing it.

Eventually his crying softened into quiet sniffles and exhausted breathing. You pressed a lingering kiss against his forehead. “Come to bed with me?”

He nodded weakly. The two of you moved through the apartment in silence, but it no longer felt hostile. Now it felt delicate, tender. Juhoon never let go of your hand once.

The second you both slipped beneath the blankets, he immediately curled himself against your side, burying his face near your shoulder while one arm wrapped securely around your waist.

Your fingers drifted slowly along his back beneath his hoodie, soothing the occasional tremor still lingering through his body.

The room remained quiet except for rain tapping softly against the windows and his gradually steadying breathing. Then, after several long minutes. “I never think you’re annoying.”

Your heart squeezed painfully. You glanced down at him. His eyes remained closed, voice rough and sleepy from crying. “I like when you cling to me,” he admitted quietly. “Makes me feel… wanted.”

A weak, watery laugh escaped you. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” His fingertips curled faintly into the fabric of your shirt, hesitant and delicate despite the vulnerability trembling beneath the gesture. “When you need me like that,” he whispered quietly, voice still rough from crying, “it reminds me I matter to someone.”

You stared at him in stunned silence for a moment, because suddenly everything made sense. All this time, Juhoon had been loving you with the exact same desperation you loved him.

He just buried it beneath silence because he never learned how to voice it aloud.

Your expression softened entirely. The tension lingering in your chest melted into something overwhelmingly tender as your fingers brushed carefully along his cheek, your thumb grazing beneath his eye where faint traces of tears still remained.

He leaned into the touch instinctively. The sight nearly shattered you.

Slowly, you leaned down and kissed him again. This kiss was different from before, slower, sleepier. Overflowing with forgiveness instead of panic.

Your lips moved against his with lingering tenderness while his breathing softened gradually beneath the warmth of your touch. He kissed you back carefully, almost reverently, as though savoring every second instead of fearing its disappearance.

The room around you had become impossibly still. Only the rain tapping faintly against the windows and the occasional shaky exhale from Juhoon disturbed the silence.

One of his hands slid slowly upward along your side until it rested lightly against your ribs beneath your hoodie. The touch was featherlight, unhurried, his fingertips tracing absentminded patterns there like he simply needed to feel your heartbeat beneath his palm.

Yet even now, wrapped around you beneath dim bedroom lighting, Juhoon continued kissing you with heartbreaking sincerity, as if every unspoken emotion he’d buried for months was finally pouring out through touch instead of words.

Juhoon sighed softly against your lips before tucking himself impossibly closer, his face hidden safely against your neck now. “I love you,” he whispered once more, barely audible.

[beomere]

Toxic!bf Beomgyu part 2

text + written part wc: 700 | From Beomgyus perspective

The events leading up to yunjin texting y/n in the previous part

a/n: this is my first time writing so pls lmk how it is 🫶🏻 and lmk if i should make this a series 🤍🤍

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Written part ɞ˚‧｡⋆

The street glowed faintly beneath the streetlights, the subtle sound of his engine and cars passing faded into the distance. The only thing notable was the loud pang of guilt settling in Beomgyu’s chest as he waited parked outside of Yunjin's dorm. Technically, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was simply taking his friend to a party they were both going to. It’s not like he was going with her, but then again, maybe he should’ve told you. Asked you, invited you— anything other than keeping it a secret.

As much as he knew he was an asshole and had a tendency to diminish your feelings, he wasn’t that stupid. He understood where you were coming from most of the time. He just refused to take any accountability. Man Child. Maybe if he had before, and there wasn’t a lengthening list of fuckups pushing you to the brink of leaving him, then there wouldn’t be a growing ball of anxiety knotting in his stomach right now. But that thought was cut short when the door clicked shut.

“Hey Beomie!” Yunjin chirped, climbing into the passenger seat. Sakura followed shyly, greeting him as well as she settled into the back. 

“Hey” he muttered, wrapping his hand around the gear shift and pushing it forward into drive, keeping his eyes focused on the road to not even spare her a glance. Beomgyu honestly wasn’t in the mood for Yunjin right now, let alone the party. It was too late for that, though. He figured he might as well put his thoughts aside and at least try to have a good time. Riki and Heeseung would be there, so he could hang out with them, it’d be nice considering they have some much needed catching up to do. If he could manage to separate himself from Yunjin's clinging grip tonight, that is. With everyone's busy schedules, time just seemed to miss them these days. 

 Despite Yunjin promising they wouldn't be alone together the whole night, she seemed to make that her sole mission. Following him around like a lost puppy the entire time. Any plans he had to decompress with Riki and Heeseung were forgotten now. No matter how many not so subtle hints he threw or how many efforts he made to separate himself from her by talking to someone else, she just wouldn't let up. 

Now they were sitting on the couch, both of them having had one too many drinks, yet Yunjin just kept handing Beomgyu one after the other. But who was he to say no? She was being annoying as hell, clinging to him like she was his girlfriend in front of all these people. The little moments of physical affection were really starting to piss him off. There was no way you wouldn’t find out somehow with the impression she's leaving. At least Soobin wasn’t here to run back and tell you in an effort to win you over, or whatever game he's playing at. Though, someone else probably would. His only hope is to get drunk enough to get through the rest of the night, and for everyone else to get drunk enough to forget. 

Beomgyu was practically hugging the armrest of the couch now. Yunjin's thighs were pressed flush against his as he ran out of any more space to scoot over.  He doesn’t even know how he got this drunk, but he did. He doesn’t care what Yunjin does at this point or how affectionate she’s being, at least he’s not reciprocating it. Right? His only effort went to not passing out on Riki’s couch right now. Yunjin, somehow, despite the many drinks he thought she had, seems to be functioning pretty fine. Not sober, but not completely wasted. She was doing a lot better than he was to say the least. 

He knew coming here was a bad idea, he would’ve been better off just dropping her off. Why didn’t he just do that in the first place? The more his stomach churned from the alcohol the more he decided not to dwell on it. Not that he can think straight in his condition. But he especially knew it was a bad idea when Yunjin slung her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. 

[alivrrrtiggrrr]

rainbow ho

[malsmind]

right in my ear next thanks

[flipidifloppody]

simon says 𐬿 c.sturniolo

summary: an innocent game of simon says but it takes a bit so innocent turn..

pairing: dom chris sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: smut, NSFW, pet names, degrading, sexual content, hair pulling, oral!(f receiving), backshots..

now playing

simon says- YC banks, B. smyth

00:00------2:44

"let's play a game called simon says"

"SHIT" i heard from down stairs and assumed it was chris' voice as i have known him for quite awhile, we have had a very jokingly flirty relationship but i never saw it that way. i quickly made my way down the stairs to see a pile of games on the floor and chris being over dramatic and rolling on the floor as i assume he had hurt himself somehow. i roll my eyes and let out a quick chuckle before going over to chris, "what happened here" i say with a playfulish voice.

"fucking stupid games fell on me i only wanted simon says" he says in an annoyed tone, i let out a breathy laugh and held my hand out for him to help him up. "who were you planning to play that with?" i look up at him waiting for an answer, "i was gonna ask you but no need to now is there?"

"just us what about we get madi and the others to come play to, i'm pretty sure you can't play simon says as a two player" he nods his head and makes his way into the massive living room of madis, i placed the box in the middle of the floor without saying anything and everyone nodded knowing what i was suggesting. Nick opened the box and looked up at the instructions and then back down at the game and then taking it out the box and placing down the cards next to it. "who wants to go first?" he asks looking around for any volunteers.

"i will" i say confidently thinking this wasn't gonna be that hard but god was i wrong. i quickly picked up a card and read it in my head. "is this supposed to be a dirty game?" i look up to a bunch of grinning faces

"how didn't you know" chris smirked, i look at him then back at the card and read it out loud,

"go into a room alone for 15 minutes with the person to your left" the person to my left was... chris. i look around the room and gulp. is this really happening?

"you gonna do it or what?" a random voice says from the other side of the room, i have no clue who it was because there was like 15 people at madis house since we were meant to have a get together or some shit i don't know i just came coz the triplets brought me. "go have fun" i heard matt say chuckling , i look at chris who was already getting up and waiting for me. i hesitantly got up and questioned myself. what if this ruins our friendship? what if he doesn't like it? what if, what if there's so many what if's i couldn't count them all. he was quick leading me into a spare room while the rest just watched us walk in and then as soon as we're out of sight they went back to playing the game as if it was normal.

i was soon to find out that that game was not a dirty game but that they got a different card from a dirty game and put it in the simon says box to get me and chris with each other because they thought there was some sort of 'sexual tension' or whatever.

my eyes widened when i was pushed against a wall by chris his hand resting on the top of my hips and his head in the crook of my neck, "you don't know how long i've wanted to do this for"

my breath hitches in my throat as i take a deep breath coz tonight we're gonna make a mess. i don't even know if i was mentally prepared for this i mean fucking my bestfriend? yeah, i mean it's not like i haven't fucked anyone before, same with chris but us together, it's like completely drifferent. i was comfortable with his and whatever but it just makes me feel weird. knowing that we basically grew up in madis house together because we'd always come here to hang out and now we're fucking in it? it's crazy.

he presses our lips together in a soft but hungry kiss sliding his tongue over and past my teeth to deepen it but before i could return the favour he broke it and started kissing and grazing down my jaw to my collarbone, which allowed me to let out a soft moan at the pleasure. he grinned against my skin hearing those noises that he created.

"love those sounds princess, wonder if i could make you make more?" i nodded quickly and looked down on him slowly playing with the hem of my shirt, "think you could take this of for me, beautiful?" i hum in acceptance as soon as he hears me he's quick to take of my shirt in one quick motion,i was wearing a hoodie and wasn't wearing a bra since i was literally just asleep, he stared at my chest, which made me feel nervous and i brought up my arms to cover my chest.

chris grabbed my arms and brought them back down to my sides. "no keep them there, your gorgeous."

a nervous smirk played on my face as i let out a shaky breath and just watched him, he took one of my nipples in his mouth and brushed the other one with the pads of his thumb. my head banged slightly against the wall, enough for it to hurt slightly but not enough for me to be in pain. i didn't care if it did or didn't really all i cared about was where this night was going to take us.

he trailed his fingers down my body and stopping right above the waistband of my shorts before switching his mouth to my other nipple. he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of my shorts and panties in one swift motion and took them off. but before even looking down or anything he brought us over to the bed close by to the door, and placed me on it. he stood over me just admiring my body before muttering ,"all mine." my cheeks went a bright pink and i screwed my eyes shut so i wouldn't have to be as nervous as i was before

he knelt down between my thighs and started kissing and licking stripes down my inner thighs, sending shivers down my spine. my eyes opened wide when i felt his tongue flicking up and down my folds, "already so wet for me and i haven't even done anything yet"

he sucked and nipped on my swollen clit, letting a moan slip from my throat and my eyes to screw shut again, before he stuck two fingers into my heat, overstimulating me more and more by the second. he curled his fingers every time he thrusted them into me, hitting the perfect spot over and over, almost pushing me over the edge.

"mm' close" as soon as i said those words he stopped all of his actions and stood back up, licking around his mouth and sucking my juices of his fingers. fuck.. this was not right i know it wasn't but it felt right. he leaned over me and met my mouth again in a hungry, opened mouthed kiss which soon lost its rhythm and became sloppy. he pulled away and pulled his shirt over his head. "simon says get on all fours"

i do exactly as he tells me to and quickly turn around and put my ass up in the air, "what a shame no other guys will be able to see this pretty ass of yours, it's all mine isn't it?"

i nod barely being able to get any words out due to the fact i was about to cum but i didn't, "words princess, i need words otherwise i won't do anything"

"fuck yes chris i'm yours!" i say quickly trying to keep it paced, he nods in satisfaction before quickly undoing his belt and letting it drop on to the floor along with his pants, he steps out of them and kicks them to the side, he slides of his boxers, which leaves him fully bare, i've never ever seen him so bare in my life bare in mind i've known him my full life and we're both 20.

his cock slaps against his lower chest as he strokes it a few times and he holds his hand out infront of me gesturing me to spit. i collect a wad of spit in my mouth and spit it onto his hand. he spreads it thoroughly in his cock before slowly sliding into me allowing me to adjust

i knew chris was big.. but not this big. i let chris know i was fully adjusted by giving him a quick nod, he started of slow and picked up his pace. taking his time. "chris please.."

"what have i said about using words? please what?" he said cockily, "please go faster.." he chuckled slightly and took a chunk of my hair in his fists pulling it back ever so slightly trying his hardest not to hurt me. he picked up his pace finally almost tipping me over the edge. i've been waiting for this all night and it's now just happening. my mind went blank and foggy, the pleasure was washing over me like anything. it was like i was in a complete new dimension, but no i was in a random bedroom fucking my bestfriend. "almost there.." i said slightly above a whisper, he didn't reply just kept going until i finally released. my cunt spasming on his cock releasing all around him.

"gonna cum allover this pretty back of yours that okay baby?" i nod in allowance as he pulls out of me letting white streaks of white spurt all over my back making patterns.

he collapses next to me, "that was instense" he says panting slightly. "trust me i know"

"that was a little longer than 15 minutes don't ya think?"

a/n: hey i made this one a little longer, i'm working on the matt series it'll probably be out some time this week when i'm motivated or smth just thought i'd write this to get me more into writing the series

@sturnsfav @guccifrog @hoesformatt @chrisownsmyheart @strawberrysturniolo @lovingmattysposts @worldlxvlys @astrolynnworld @sturnioloslurps

[angelgigisworld]

[vampira-69]

Matthew. Bernard. You. Fucking. Slut.

LIKE TF BITCH? U DOIN THAT ON PURPOSE OR SUMTHIN!?!?!?!?!? IM FUCKING OVULATING ‼️

[raysmayhem-72]

SELFISH

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: sad asf, kinda sappy

summary: when you love someone, it’s hard to let go.

in my twenty years of living, i have never dreaded anything more than getting into that car.

i’ve never dreaded anything more than starting the camera for the last time with the boy i love sitting next to me in the passenger seat.

i’ve never dreaded anything as much as sitting there in front of a rolling camera and spilling my heart out.

everyone thought everything was perfect with us.

but all the fake smiles after arguments, the masks we put on for the camera after a screaming match, the blinked back tears and the swallowed hurt we hid from the world would finally be seen by them. and that terrified me.

suddenly it all felt very real.

i find myself sitting back in what should be the comfort of my drivers seat, but the thoughts heavy on my mind block out all sense of familiarity with my position in front of a camera.

chris sits next to me, evidently as anxious as i am. we exchange few words. it hurt too much to say anything more.

my shaky hand reached out to start recording, missing the button a few times.

as the cameras starting rolling and i spoke, my voice trembled with raw emotion, betraying the pain i desperately tried to suppress. chris sat beside me staring at his lap, knees bouncing, his usual bright and warm demeanour muted by the overwhelming feelings of heartbreak.

‘i think we owe it to all of you to be honest.’ i forced out, my voice leaving my lips sounding foreign.

we’d been separated for two weeks now but sitting here in my car, enveloped in his scent and presence where we had sat together many times before, was when the realisation of what we were doing hit me like a train wreck.

i choked up instantly, the lump in my throat too big to continue speaking.

i took a few moments to compose myself and chris looked up to face the camera.

‘me and chris have decided to end our relationship.’

the weight of the words settle in and i suddenly feel like my heart has been hollowed out of my chest. it only now feels like those words have become a reality.

it hurts. so bad.

‘it’s not something that’s easy for either of us,’ chris continued, his voice quivering as much as his form. he’s shaking so much i feel myself become dizzy with how fast his leg is bouncing.

‘i still love her and she still loves me,’ he paused, taking in a deep breath before continuing, ‘but we’ve come to understand that we want different things in life and that by staying together we weren’t letting each other achieve all the things we wanted to.’ his voice cracked.

more tears welled up in my eyes as i recounted the countless memories we’d shared, each one a bitter reminder of what we were losing.

‘we’ve grown in different directions,’ i confessed, my voice croaky. i was struggling to get the words out. still, i continued, ‘and as much as it hurts, we know this is the right decision for both of us.’

‘i think, since we got together quite young, we were still unsure about our futures and what we wanted to do with our lives, so once we realised what we did, we also realised that what we wanted were different things. so it’s just part of growing up i guess.’

for a sentence meant to be said lightly, he sure made it feel as heavy as an anchor dragging my heart down to my stomach.

‘even though coming to this conclusion was a really hard journey, it definitely had to be done. we couldn’t drag each other down like that because i think it would be selfish and in the long run it would’ve led to more hurt,’ i lied through my teeth. i didn’t think that. i don’t think i could ever feel more hurt then i do right now.

i love him. i love him so much it makes me sick at how little i have to offer him. he deserves better. he’s always deserved better.

‘even though we’re ending things here, i just want to say that i could never be the person i am today without y/n. she’s always been there for me, during the bad times and the good and i’m so glad that i was able to meet someone like her when i did because i honestly don’t know what kinda place i would be in if i hadn’t.’ chris choked out, struggling to contain his tears.

i took his hand in mine, though i couldn’t tell whether it was to console him or me.

‘i love chris and i know they’ll always be a part of my heart that belongs to him.’

i caught a glance of myself in the rear view mirror. my eyes were red and puffy. my cheeks were wet with tears and the bottom half of my face was trembling uncontrollably. he looked of a similar state.

i tried to continue, turning my body to face him,

’i really wish you the best in life chris, i love you and i hope that you’ll achieve all that you ever want. i’m sorry for anything and everything i’ve said to you over the years that may have hurt you, knowingly or unknowingly.’ the tears ran down my cheeks and i wiped my eyes and suppressed them again.

i wanted to tell him that i hoped he would find someone better to love, someone that could offer more and that he could love as much as i love him. but i couldn’t. because i didn’t. not one bit.

‘chris, you and your brothers have brightened up my life in so many ways and i just can’t-‘

i couldn’t say anything more. but when i looked up into his eyes i knew he understood me and that he could see all the things i wanted to say.

and that made me feel worse. i hate how well he knows me.

‘i love you too, and i hope we can still be friends.’

i smiled sadly but didn’t say anything.

i knew he could never be anything less than a lover to me.

as the video drew to a close, our hands lay entwined on the centre console as we ended our last video.

with heavy hearts and trembling lips, we wave goodbye to the camera for the last time.

as soon as it shut off, chris burst into a fit of uncontrolled sobs. i cried silently with his hand in mine. each cry that escaped his lips stabbed at my heart.

i was doing this for him, i reminded myself. don’t be selfish.

his whole body shook, his other hand clutched tightly at his chest, as if trying to contain the overwhelming ache he felt inside. with each shuddering breath, his shoulders heaved trying to grasp onto any bit of air he could.

i brought his head to my chest and he cried into my shirt, grasping onto me like he was trying to keep me from leaving.

i tried to slow his breaths and after a while he looked up at me. my heart was too shattered to feel any more pain.

all i saw was him. i was probably a reflection of him, tear-stricken cheeks, puffed up and bloodshot eyes. but in my eyes he has never he looked more beautiful then he did now.

he started to quiver again in my arms.

‘hey. you’re gonna be okay.’

he looked deep into my eyes and the tears started pouring again. i tangled my fingers in his hair and then he whispered with nothing but anguish and utter heartache is his voice,

‘but i don’t wanna be okay without you.’

GODDAMN WAS THAT A RIDE 😪

i cannot tell u how many times i cried writing this im such an emotional wreck

anyway tell me what you think, feedback and constructive criticism are welcome!!

- ray🌻

TAGS:

@endereies @patscorner @junnniiieee07 @sturniolosarethebest @breeloveschris @worldlxvlys @h3arts4harry @luverboychris @rootbeerworshiper @bueckerssturns

[lovesodakid]

and i’m wet!

like no joke i’m actually going fucking crazy right now.

[emomattagenda]

HELLO??£<|~\~\¥[\[¥[3]]¥9]4_]\_7[2£9£]94_8]_

[75sturn]

i deadass want to grind my pussy against every inch of his body… is that wrong??

[linearsoobin]

ehh no I think that's js the default reaction to matt 🤷🏻‍♀️

[sunrisemill]

THE HAND?!?!?!

I need this man to flip me over and spread me animal style like right now

I need to ride him until we’re both twitching messes and the only thing he can say is my name

[iluvmattsbeard]

replace him (c.s)

master list

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: very heavy smut and strong language

preview: Chris was over you constantly running to him for help with your shitty boyfriend. so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

a/n: listen to song for full effect! trust me, it's worth it. - L 🤍

Chris' POV

i was laying down in bed scrolling through instagram as I see a text notification pop up. it was y/n. I roll my eyes as I read the text.

y/n

i'm so tired of him

i sigh to myself. she was always coming to me for help. her boyfriend constantly treats her like shit. sometimes I didn't even know what to say back. she was always texting about stupid shit he says. I really didn't understand why she stayed with him. I laid there for a bit with my eyes staying still on the text.

Chris

what he do now?

i see a text bubble pop up right away and it stays that way for a while. I guess since it's her first real relationship, if you even consider it that, I understood the attachment she had.

y/n

i'll tell you in person. you think you could come over?

i was confused by the short text since she was typing for so long.

Chris

sure. only because i'm a good friend. be there in 20.

i sigh getting out of bed, heading to my closet to put on a black hoodie and some dark washed jeans. I was sort of dreading it. as much as I cared for her, sometimes I just wanted to tell her to stop talking about him. obviously i can't say that. all I could do was stay supportive.

after a bit, I finally finish and head to Matt asking him for a ride. y/n didn't live that far.

"she's having problems again?" Matt asks getting up grabbing his keys, putting on his shoes. I sigh responding, "obviously. what do I even do?" he just chuckles as he says, "well just listen I guess." I nod as I slip on my shoes as well.

we get in the car and we head to her apartment. the sun was barely going down.

End of Chris' POV

time passes as Chris finally arrives knocking on your door. you open the door after a bit, with puffy eyes. he looks at you as he tenses up. he hated seeing you like this. Chris walks in as he embraces you with a hug. you hug back as you both just stand there in silence. he rubs your back softly. "lets go sit down and talk." he says pulling away. you nod as you walk over to the couch, him following behind.

you both sit down as you sniffle a bit. all he could do was stare at you waiting for you to speak. "he lied to me about where he was. he said he was going to grab lunch with his friends but I saw his location at some random house I haven't seen before." you pause for a bit, "I confronted him about it but he just got defensive. I have every right to be angry right?" Chris just nods. you cover your face as you sigh. "I gave him everything I could. he doesn't realize all I put up with." you say. you continue to rant as he just stays silent. Chris was frustrated listening to you complain over and over again about the same shit.

"and he-" you were interrupted by Chris clearing his throat. "y/n. this is getting ridiculous. how many times do I have to sit here listening to the same shit?" you were taken a back from his response. "all he does is treat you with no respect. do you really think I want to hear about it all the time? there's a simple solution to all of this." you stay silent with a blank look. he stays silent as he waits for a response. your phone rings. it was your boyfriend. you both look at the notification. you were going to reach for your phone, but Chris picks it up before you could. "hey-" you say to him but you stay silent in shock with what he does next. he answers the call.

"hello? y/n?" your boyfriend, Zach, speaks. "look Zach. all you do is make her upset. so do me a favor, don't call again." Chris says hanging up, throwing your phone to the other side of the couch. you sit there in shock. "why would you do that?" you exclaim. "he's still my boyfriend." Chris scoffs. "look at my face y/n. does it look like I give a fuck?" he says with a serious tone. "I know what you want y/n. it's for sure not him." he says shaking his head. "Chris, this is my relationship." you say. "I know it is. yet you bring me in between to constantly pick you up. so if you want me here, stop bringing him up. stop talking unless it's about us."

you have a confused look on your face. "us?" you ask. he lets out a fake chuckle before speaking, "yeah us. I know you're with him but, let me ask you something." he says getting up. "why stay with him, when you got me to replace him?" your eyes widen at the question. "I mean i'm constantly here for you. clearly, he's not." he continues. he walks over to you as he looks into your eyes with that same serious face. you sit up straight as you keep the eye contact. "I don't know what you want me to say. i'm still with Zach." you respond. he clenches his jaw as he lets out a scoff. "again. does it look like I give a fuck?" he says. all you could do was look down at your feet.

"you can stay with him. all I can do is just make things better." he says lifting your head up by your chin. making you look into his eyes. you swallow at his actions. "but I don't trust him." he says. he puts his hand on your cheek as he rubs it softly. "let me make you forget him." again, your eyes widen at the statement. next thing you know, he grabs your hand, making you get up. "do you want that?" he asks. you hesitate before nodding slowly.

he gives a sly smile as he turns you around, bending you over onto the couch. "he won't give you what I got for you right now." he says putting his hands on your shoulders, as he slides them down the side of your body slowly. you stayed silent, giving into the moment. your breathing was a bit uneven as you felt his touch. he then uses his hand to move your hair to one side. he leans in behind you, leaving kisses on your neck softly. "is this okay?" he whispers in your ear. you gulp as you say quietly, "yes". he then stands back up straight as he takes off his hoodie, a long with his shirt. "good". he responds taking in the sight of you in front of him.

he then pulls down your pajama pants slowly. leaving them hang at your ankles. he leans down grabbing your ass, leaving soft wet kisses on it. "perfect". he says. he then leans in behind you as he grabs your face making you look at him. he grips your face kissing you hungrily. you kiss back eagerly. you knew Zach never kissed you like this. as you continue kissing, he moves his hand down to your neck gripping it, still kissing you. you felt your hot core get wet. you never expected to be in this position. yeah, you were with Zach. but Chris was living up to his words. Zach left your mind. all you could think now was how badly you needed Chris. you hear your phone ringing. you wanted to pull away and look but he grips onto you harder. "no phones." he sternly says.

he gets off you, starting to unbutton his pants. it was very evident how hard you got him. just by looking at you, bent over in front of him. he lets his pants drop below him, hanging at his ankles. he then pulls your black panties down. his eyes were filled with lust and admiration. he groans quietly taking it in. "so beautiful". he says.

he licks his lips as he pulls down his boxers taking his dick into his hand. he strokes himself as he gets closer to you. he takes his tip and rubs it at your entrance, teasing you. you move slightly, wanting him to put it in already. he lets out a laugh, "be patient". he inserts his tip slowly taking it out shortly after. you whine at his movement. he smirks as he does it again, having you go crazy.

"Chris please..." you whine out quietly. "good to know you want it so badly." he responds. he then shoves his dick all the way into your wet core. you arch your back at the feeling, letting out a moan, shutting your eyes. his thrusts were slow, driving you insane. "fuck y/n. are you sure you still want to be with him?" he says groaning.

he continues thrusting slowly but deeply, having your arms get weak from holding yourself up. "Chris you feel so good stretching me out". you moan out. he lets out a small laugh as he pushes your head down into the couch picking up his pace, your arms giving out. "fuck!" you scream out. your eyes were clouding up as he continued to thrust faster. "you take it so good." he says with a single sweat drop slide down the side of his face.

you were a moaning mess. you never imagined Chris being this good. "you're so fucking hot y/n" he says putting his hands over yours as you both grip the couch beneath. you were enjoying every moment. you've never been treated so good. "is this what you needed to help you?" he asks keeping his pace. "yes!" you scream out. he slows down his thrusts leaning back up to leave kisses on your shoulder.

he then grips your waist as he pounds you slowly with his thrusts. you rolled your eyes with pleasure at the feeling. he grunts with every thrust. your legs started to get weak as you moan out, "i'm cumming Chris." he slaps your ass as he returns to his fast paced thrusts. you released all over his dick. he pulls out, stroking his dick on top of your ass, shooting his cum all over it. he throws his head back at the sensation.

your legs were shaking, as he chuckles with his breath uneven. he cleans you up, then collapsing next to you. you lay down staring at the ceiling. you stayed silent with a smile appearing on your face thinking to yourself, "wow." Chris then kisses you on the cheek asking you, "so... what's on your mind now?" you turn to look at him before replying, "you". he smiles at your response, kissing you gently.

"call me Mr. steal your girl from how I got you." he says with a sly smile. you both let out a loud laugh. your phone starts ringing again. you knew it was Zach. you let it ring. you didn't care. Chris grabs your phone and hangs it up. "remember, he can't give you what I got." he says.

a/n: sorry if this was short! likes and reblogs are highly appreciated. thank you! - L 🤍