sosa why u mad cause i’m real? ⟡ vanilla. proud hater. rnb. adult. east coast baby. gold jewelry. money signs. goatee chris’ fav eater. luv the tour by veeze … 𝑼𝑯 𝑯𝑼𝑯. ³³³ ࿐ bring back pistol whippin.
DA MOB ＄ MANUAL ── think i fell off? read two’s better than one… what’s hot? here’s sworn by sosa. spin thru sosa’s official playlist. #needthat? then join the mafia. && mast. kinktober.
۪ ݁ ✴︎ HOUSE TOUR ⸝⸝ chratt ── in which reader hires matt n chris for their services… insp. ꒰ warning: m/f/m threesome, tag teaming.. ꒱
you weren’t expecting them both. the text said “technician arriving between 1 and 3.” it didn’t say two identical brothers in matching blue shirts with “sturniolo services” ironed on the chest.
one held a toolbox. tattoo sleeve flexing as he stepped in first. the other had a clipboard. grin chewing at the corner of his lip like he knew you were staring harder than you should.
“kitchen, right?” matt asked. calm. like he’d been here before.
“yeah,” you said, leading them in. “been dripping for days. now it’s more like pouring. i had to put a pot under there.”
matt crouched down, opened the cabinet, and water began to splatter. his jaw ticked. “damn. pressure’s blown. pipe’s cracked.”
“need the shut-off,” chris muttered, dropping to a knee. he twisted the valve, muscles tightening against the snug shirt. when he leaned back on his heels, his shoulder brushed yours, deliberate. “where’s the room with the main lines?”
“down the hall,” you said, swallowing. “i could show you.”
you walked in front, pulse kicking, and you knew he was watching. halfway down, he glanced back at matt with a smirk. matt shook his head, like don’t start. but he kept working under the sink, leaving you and chris alone.
he followed you into the closet-sized utility room. you pointed at the pipework.
“here.”
chris crouched, knuckles wrapping the wrench. he looked up at you through his lashes, grin lazy. “tight fit, huh?”
your throat went dry.
your eyes cut to him, heartbeat thumping. he wasn’t looking at you—not directly—but the curve of his mouth said enough.
“just fix it,” you shot back.
his grin tugged wider. “don’t worry. i’m good with my hands.”
back in the kitchen, matt was drenched, shirt plastered to his chest.
“valve’s stripped,” he said, twisting the wrench with a grunt. “temporary patch, but it’s holding.”
“you’re soaked,” you blurted.
“comes with the job.”
“dryer’s free. i can throw it in.”
he hesitated a beat, then peeled the shirt off. slow. the fabric landed heavy and wet in your hands, leaving you staring at the ridges of his chest and the ink curling over his arm.
pipes patched. tools packed. but matt’s shirt still spun in the dryer, leaving the three of you in your living room, silence dragging.
you settled on the armchair. they took the couch—matt leaning back, chris sprawled, eyes never leaving you.
you kept catching both of them watching. finally, chris broke it.
“you’ve been eyein’ us all day,” he said, smirk sharp. “what’s on your mind?”
your pulse jumped. matt’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t look away.
i just watched this tiktok and this girl was explaining how her and her dude got into an argument and he was on his way to go see her BUT she has this fantasy where during sex, the guy’s apologizing to her for being an asshole while he’s in it 😝 so she said that her and her dude were getting active and he was basically telling her like “you’re gonna throw this away over an argument?” while he’s puttin’ in work IYKYK soooo my point is..
is there any way shape or form could we get a shoota!chris blurb where he pisses her off, she ignores him, they aren’t intimate for a while til he basically is like oh shit she’s mad fr fr and he starts getting her hot and bother and it gets intimate ?
