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𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎: 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍
✩❧ isa. 20. paranormal and spirtial believer. fall. chris girl.
♫♪ song of the month: those years are over- sha la das
#latinas4chris
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dividers by the amazing @/kodaswrld
hi guys, i turned 20 yesterday and now idk what to do with my life. wdym i’m not a teenager no more ?😢
Oh Queen I just realized that was almost a month ago...
LMFAOOOOO. YESSSSS IM MARRIEDDDDD!!! married at 19 was never the plan, but in the wise words of lana del ray when you know you know.
guys im getting married soon so bare with me on writing anything 🥰
Chris is the type of boyfriend who would take his beanies off his head and gently place them on his girlfriend’s head and then proceed to smother her in kisses.
Especially the cute blue bear one.
✧˚ · .⭒ ariestrxsh planet her fanfic marathon !
Hi guys! I have never done anything like this before, but my one year anniversary on sturntumblr is at the very end of June, so I wanted to do something fun and give you guys a writing marathon based on Planet Her by Doja Cat. 💖
dividers by @/sisterlucifergraphics
album concept and formatting creds to @/delilahsturniolo and heavily inspired by @/y2kstarr and her Hot Pink marathon 💖
✧˚ · .⭒1. Woman . . . (Matt) - 6.29
✧˚ · .⭒2. Naked . . . (Chris) - 6.30
✧˚ · .⭒3. Payday . . . (Matt) - 7.1
✧˚ · .⭒4. Get Into It . . . (Chris) - 7.2
✧˚ · .⭒5. Need To Know . . . (Matt) - 7.3
✧˚ · .⭒6. I Don't Do Drugs . . . (Chris) - 7.4
✧˚ · .⭒7. Love To Dream . . . (Matt) - 7.5
✧˚ · .⭒8. You Right . . . (Chratt) - 7.6
✧˚ · .⭒9. Been Like This . . . (Chris) - 7.7
✧˚ · .⭒10. Options . . . (Matt) - 7.10
✧˚ · .⭒11. Ain't Shit . . . (Chris) - 7.12
✧˚ · .⭒12. Imagine . . . (Chratt) - 8.1
✧˚ · .⭒13. Alone . . . (Matt) - 8.3
✧˚ · .⭒14. Kiss Me More . . . (Chris) - 8.5
[bonus tracks]
✧˚ · .⭒15. You Right (Extended) . . . (Chratt) - TBA
✧˚ · .⭒16. Up And Down . . . (Chris) - TBA
✧˚ · .⭒17. Tonight . . . (Chris) - TBA
✧˚ · .⭒18. Ride . . . (Chris) - TBA
✧˚ · .⭒19. Why Why . . . (Chris) - TBA
Idk if anyone cares, but I'm extending my marathon ! 💖
all chris?? i’m clit is gonna be sore 💔
── ⋮ ⌗ CAKES & CONFESSIONS . . . ⟢ ARTIST.ᐟCHRIS ᵎᵎ
CONTENTS: fluff + explicit smut, p in v sex, creampie, power play, spanking, oral (m & f receiving), explicit language, rough sex + so much more . . . WC: 12.5k :p!!
chris woke up to an empty bed and muffled giggles slipping under the crack of his door. he stayed still for a moment, letting the sound reach him while his head caught up with the morning. his eyes were dry, his face tight from the salt of tears he hadn’t fully washed away last night. it came back in pieces as he sat up, evelyn’s hand in his hair, her voice breaking, the weight of everything he’d finally let out after holding it so long. his chest still ached, sore in a way that felt deeper than muscle.
he dragged a hand over his face and pushed himself upright. every part of him felt heavy from yesterday. the room was cool when his feet hit the carpet. another burst of laughter broke through the door, one high and sharp, the other soft and trying to hush it. lila and star. he’d know their laughs anywhere. a small, tired smile tugged at his mouth before he could stop it, the sound cracking through the fog in his head just enough to pull him to his feet.
he stood, rubbing the back of his neck as he crossed to the door. the faint smell of syrup drifted through the wood. he paused with his hand on the knob, listening. lila’s excited whisper, star’s voice right after.
he turned the knob slowly, still half expecting the same dim hallway he’d stumbled through last night on his way to bed. instead, he stopped dead in the doorway. the walls were covered in streamers, most of them sagging where the tape had already started to give. a crooked banner stretched from one side of the hall to the other, barely hanging on, the words “happy birthday chris!” written in big, uneven letters that looked like they’d been redone more than once.
he blinked, dragging a hand through his hair that only made it stick up worse, brain still fighting through the fog of sleep. this was not here last night.
another burst of whispering came from the other room, followed by the sound of something scraping across the counter and then a sharp, muffled giggle.
“lila, shh,” star hissed, which only made lila giggle harder.
chris stood there in the doorway, shirtless, socked feet against the worn linoleum, sweatpants slung low on his hips, still trying to figure out when the hell they’d pulled this off. he glanced down the hall again, at the crooked tape job and the way one streamer had already fallen halfway off the wall.
chris reached up without thinking, pressing the loose streamer back against the wall with his thumb until the tape caught again. it hung even more crooked after he fixed it, but he didn’t bother trying to straighten it. the small smile that tugged at his mouth stayed as he stepped further into the hall, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck as he followed the trail of decorations.
the smell of syrup was stronger out here, mixed with the faint hint of coffee that meant star had been up longer than he realized. he rounded the corner and stopped all over again, breath catching for just a second.
the living room looked nothing like it had when he’d left it last night. the small coffee table that was usually buried under lila’s toys, his sketchbooks, and whatever random drinks star had left behind was completely cleared. in its place sat a small pile of gifts, wrapped so unevenly the paper was bunched in some spots and barely covering the corners in others. a single party hat rested on top of the stack, tilting slightly to one side.
his eyes moved past it and caught on the ceiling. more decorations, but different this time. hand-cut stars dangled down from pieces of yarn, some low enough that he could brush them with his fingertips if he reached. they swayed slightly with the draft from the hallway, edges jagged from dull scissors but careful in a way that made his chest ache.
from the kitchen, another set of shushes and a quick shuffle of feet broke the quiet. chris stood there barefoot in the doorway, hair sticking up, still half-asleep, staring at the mess they’d made just to make him smile.
he let out a slow breath, dragging a hand over his face again as he stepped off the carpet and onto the cool linoleum. something smelt faintly burnt and it made him huff a quiet laugh under his breath. he rounded the corner into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes when it happened.
two small figures shot up from behind the counter, a jumble of limbs and voices.
“surprise!”
lila’s yell came first, high and bright, almost cracking from how hard she was trying. star’s followed right after, softer but just as full.
chris froze mid-step, blinking against the sudden noise as lila bolted around the counter, socks sliding on the floor as she ran straight into him. she wrapped her arms around his middle as far as they would go, face pressed into his bare stomach.
“happy birthday!” she said, words muffled against his skin.
star stayed where she was for a second, leaning on the counter with a small, tired grin that matched the one threatening to pull at his mouth. her hair was a little messy, sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder, eyes warm even in the dim kitchen light.
chris looked down at the top of lila’s head, then back up at star, still trying to catch up to the fact that all of this was for him.
lila leaned back, her little hands still gripping his sides for a second before she let go completely. she stepped back with a grin too big for her face, clapping her hands together in quick, excited bursts.
“go!” she said, giving him a little shove toward the counter. “go see star!”
chris stumbled half a step forward, a little dazed as she kept pushing at his hip with both hands like she couldn’t get him there fast enough.
star straightened slightly, eyes flicking over him in a way that made something twist low in his chest. her grin softened when he stopped in front of her, lila bouncing on her toes just behind him, still clapping like she’d been waiting all morning for this exact moment.
“happy birthday,” star said quietly, the words simple but landing heavier than they had any right to.
chris didn’t answer, didn’t even try. he just reached out and pulled her into his chest, arms wrapping around her without hesitation. the hug said more than anything he could have managed that early, with his throat still tight and his head still full from yesterday. he squeezed her softly once. then again. then a third time, slower, something deeper tucked into the gesture that he couldn’t name but hoped she felt.
star let out a quiet breath against his skin, her hands resting at his sides like she didn’t know what else to do with them. chris bent his head down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her hair, letting his lips linger there for just a second before he pulled back.
he turned to lila then, making star shuffle awkwardly out of the way as he crouched slightly and scooped her up into his arms. she squealed, clinging to his shoulders immediately as he looked between the two of them.
“how the hell did you guys pull this off?” his voice was still low, still rough with sleep, but there was a real smile behind it now.
both star and lila glanced at each other for a beat before, at the exact same time, they shrugged.
“magicians don’t tell their secrets,” lila said matter-of-factly, her little chin lifting in mock seriousness.
star bit back a grin, nodding in agreement. “yeah, sorry. sworn to secrecy.”
chris looked between them again, shaking his head, arms tightening around lila’s small frame as the corner of his mouth tugged higher.
“thank you,” chris said finally, voice soft but steady as he looked between the two of them again. “seriously. both of you.”
lila pulled back a little in his arms, blinking up at him. “chris…”
he raised a brow, tilting his head. “what?”
she leaned in closer, cupping her little hand around his ear like she was about to tell him a state secret. her voice dropped to a whisper that wasn’t much of a whisper at all.
“uhm… i know it’s your birthday and i should be really nice to you today but…” she paused for dramatic effect, eyes darting toward star before finishing, “your breath kinda stinks.”
chris froze, blinking at her, and behind him a loud scoff slipped out of star before she slapped her hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking as she tried to cover the smile breaking through.
the room went quiet.
and then chris barked out a laugh, loud and from his stomach, the kind that startled even him for a second. lila immediately broke into giggles, covering her mouth with both hands as he set her back down on the floor. star’s laugh followed close behind, muffled behind her palm until she finally let it out completely, the sound mixing with theirs.
chris crouched back down so he was eye level with lila, his grin still pulling at his mouth as her giggles kept spilling out. “you know, most people say happy birthday first before they start roasting me,” he said, reaching out to poke her side gently.
lila squirmed, swatting at his hand with another burst of laughter. “i did say happy birthday! i just…also said your breath stinks.”
“oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?” he asked, tilting his head, trying to keep a straight face and failing.
she nodded, eyes wide but mischievous. “yup. you’re old now. you can take it.”
chris let out another laugh, shaking his head as he scooped her up off the floor without warning. she squealed, legs kicking as he tossed her up just enough to make her cling to his shoulders. “seven years old and already talking like you pay bills,” he said, hugging her tight against his chest. “you’re lucky it’s my birthday, bug, or you’d be in so much trouble.”
“nooo, i’m your favorite!” she shouted, laughing so hard her words came out uneven.
“debatable,” he teased, bouncing her once before setting her back down gently. she landed with a soft thump on her socks, immediately sticking her tongue out at him.
“you love me,” she said confidently, hands on her hips now.
“unfortunately,” he shot back, reaching out to mess up her hair until she squealed again, batting his hand away.
star leaned against the counter watching them, that same small smile tugging at her lips as lila darted behind her legs for cover. chris straightened up, shaking his head with a soft laugh, his chest loosening in a way it hadn’t in a long time.
chris lifted his hands in surrender, still laughing as he backed toward the hallway. “alright, alright. i hear you loud and clear. stink king is retiring to his castle before he kills the whole village every time he opens his mouth.”
lila let out another round of giggles, peeking out from behind star’s legs. “bye stink king!”
“yeah, yeah,” he said, pointing at her with mock seriousness as he stepped out of the kitchen. “don’t overthrow my kingdom while i’m gone.”
he padded down the hall, with a grin that refused to leave his face. he pushed the bathroom door open, flicked the light on, and shut it behind him with a soft click.
the grin only got bigger the second he looked up.
scribbled across the mirror in thick, uneven strokes of what looked like marker were two sets of handwriting. lila’s big, blocky letters in bright purple, and star’s smaller, neater ones weaving between them in black.
sorry your breath doesn’t stink! we lied. we just needed you to be gone for a minute to get ready. happy birthday!
there were a few extra hearts and a smiley face drawn in the corner, one lopsided enough that it could only be lila’s.
chris huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he grabbed his toothbrush anyway. “liars,” he muttered under his breath, still grinning as he turned on the faucet.
even as the bristles hit his teeth, a part of him couldn’t help but wonder if maybe there was some truth to lila’s words after all.
he spat into the sink, rinsed his mouth, and ran the faucet over his hands. the cold water shocked him awake a little more as he cupped it and dragged it through his hair, pushing it back until the worst of the bedhead was gone. he leaned closer to the mirror, smoothing it down with his fingers until it looked halfway decent, then wiped a stray drop off his jaw with the back of his hand.
when he was satisfied, he clicked the light off and stepped back into the hallway, the faint sound of whispers and shuffling guiding him toward the living room.
he didn’t know what he was expecting when he rounded the corner, but it wasn’t this.
the couches and the coffee table had been pushed to the side, leaving a pile of blankets spread across the floor in their place. bowls of fruit sat in the center, next to a large stack of blueberry pancakes that still let off faint curls of steam. bacon and eggs were piled high on mismatched plates, and a pitcher of what looked like apple juice sat beside them, condensation already slipping down the glass.
lila was right in the middle of it all, her stuffed bunny in her lap wearing a tiny party hat that matched the one perched slightly crooked on her own head. a couple more of her animals were propped up on the blankets like they were guests.
star sat next to her, legs crossed, her own party hat tilted forward. another one rested in her lap, the same design as the rest, held carefully in both hands as they both turned to look at him.
lila’s grin spread, cheeks already pink from excitement.
chris stepped further into the room, his eyes moving over the blankets, the food, the party hats, all of it. “what…what is this?”
lila bounced a little where she sat, her bunny jostling in her lap. “birthday breakfast!” she said proudly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
star shrugged lightly, the corners of her mouth tugging higher as she adjusted the hat in her lap. “we were gonna do it outside,” she said, glancing at lila with a small grin, “but someone made a really good point about the bugs.”
“i like when you call me bug but i don’t like bugs in my food,” lila added quickly, wrinkling her nose.
chris let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he took in the scene again, the warmth of it settling heavy in his chest like everything else seemed to be doing this morning.
chris lowered himself onto the blankets beside them, the smell of pancakes and bacon wrapping around him. star reached over before he could even settle, plucking the extra party hat from her lap and carefully setting it on his head.
“there,” she said, adjusting the strap under his chin with a teasing little grin. “now it’s official.”
lila scooted closer on her knees, eyes wide with excitement. “can i give it to you? it’s your birthday, so i should make your plate.”
chris chuckled, leaning back on one hand. “yeah, bug. go for it.”
she immediately reached for the pitcher of apple juice, but star’s hand shot out gently to stop her. “okay, you can do the food. i’ll do the juice. we’re not starting your brother’s birthday with a sticky floor.”
lila pouted for half a second before nodding, moving on to the stack of pancakes with serious concentration. chris stayed quiet, watching the two of them move around each other so naturally. star steadying the pitcher, lila carefully sliding pancakes onto a plate, her little tongue poking out in focus.
his chest ached, full of a million different things he couldn’t name all at once. he couldn’t remember the last time he woke up on his birthday and it had been about him from the second he opened his eyes. growing up, they were mostly spent listening to evelyn and james argue in the kitchen, voices muffled but sharp and full of venom. after james left and evelyn got sick, they blurred into hospital rooms and doctor appointments. he never minded, not really. he would’ve always chosen his mom’s health over another year on this earth being marked with cake and candles.
but sitting here, with a crooked party hat on his head and the two people he loved most in front of him, it felt nice. for just a moment, the day was his.
and he knew exactly who to thank for that. his eyes landed on star again, and he made a quiet promise to himself that she was going to know just how thankful he really was.
the rest of the morning settled into something soft and easy. lila piled his plate high with pancakes and bacon, proudly handing it over like she’d cooked every piece herself. between bites, she told him all about how the first few pancakes got burnt and how star almost set off the smoke alarm.
“it was one pancake,” star cut in, giving her a look over the rim of her cup.
“two,” lila corrected quickly, giggling when star sighed and muttered under her breath about the pan being too hot.
they talked about nothing and everything, lila’s newest obsession with a cartoon chris had never heard of, star telling a story about comet knocking over an entire glass of water at her place a few nights before, chris joking about how the stuffed animals were staring at him too hard while he ate. the sunlight crept in slow through the blinds, warming the edges of the blanket nest they’d made on the floor, and for the first time in a long time, chris felt like the day didn’t have to rush anywhere.
he was halfway through his second pancake when lila leaned forward on her knees, eyes wide and bouncing with excitement. “okay hurry up! you gotta eat fast so you can open your presents!”
chris laughed around the bite in his mouth, hand covering it as he looked at her. “ rushing me on my own birthday?”
“yes,” she said without hesitation, shoving the stuffed bunny into her lap like backup. “they’re gonna like explode if you don’t open them soon.”
star shook her head, smiling down at her plate. “you might wanna listen to her. sounds serious.”
chris set his fork down slowly, eyeing both of them with mock suspicion. “alright…”
he made quick work of the rest of his plate, licking a bit of syrup off his thumb as he leaned back against his hands. before he could even stand to help, lila jumped up, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him gently back down onto the blankets.
“nope! you stay right there,” she said firmly, already scooping up empty plates.
star stood with her, gathering cups and the pitcher, shaking her head when chris tried to reach for one. “don’t even think about it. birthday rule number one: you sit there and do nothing.”
he huffed out a laugh but stayed put, watching them move around the room together. star balancing the plates in one hand while steadying lila with the other as she carried the syrup bottle like it was made of glass. the quiet clinks of dishes and their soft voices drifted from the kitchen until they came back, lila’s small hands wrapped around the first wrapped box.
star crouched beside her, helping stack the rest of the gifts in front of him on the floor. “it’s not much,” she said, glancing up at him with a small shrug. “but we tried.”
chris shook his head immediately, eyes locking on hers. “star, you could’ve done nothing but laid in bed with me all day and that would’ve been more than enough.”
her mouth opened, then closed just as quick, a shy smile creeping into her cheeks before she tried to play it off with a scoff. “well, damn,” she said, “wish you would’ve said that before i went all out.”
chris laughed, as he reached out to pull the first box into his lap.
the wrapping paper was bunched and wrinkled in spots, the tape layered over itself in a few places where someone had clearly been determined to get it just right.
“i did that one all by myself,” lila said proudly, sitting up straighter as he tore into the paper.
“very professional bug.”
he opened the box and blinked when the silver locket caught the light. his fingers were careful when he clicked it open, a small picture of him and lila tucked inside. her missing-tooth grin was pressed against his cheek, frozen in time. chris swallowed once, glancing up briefly before setting the box carefully on the blanket beside him.
lila was already pushing the next one into his lap. “this one too!”
he ripped at the paper slower this time, the mess of tape giving way to a CD in a thin plastic case. the label was scrawled across the front in purple marker, for chris written in star’s neat handwriting.
“it’s a playlist,” star said from beside him, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “burned it onto a CD so you can play it in your car. it has all your favorites, deftones, radiohead, and taylor swifts entire discography.”
“taylor? yeah fucking right.”
chris let out a short huff through his nose, the corner of his mouth tugging before he moved to the next one.
the third was light, a small square that peeled back to reveal a framed Polaroid. it was the three of them piled on the couch, lila crammed in the middle, all of them caught mid-laugh.
“that’s like my most favorite picture,” lila said quickly, leaning over his knee to point at it. “bunny was there too but he’s cut off.”
he agreed and smiled faintly, thumb brushing over the edge of the frame before setting it aside.
the fourth box was wrapped cleaner, which told him star had stepped in this time. inside was a proper set of sketch supplies — new pencils, charcoal, and a thick pad of paper. his chest pulled tight as he ran his hand over the smooth cover, thumb brushing the edge of the pad. he stayed quiet for a second before glancing up at star, brow pulling slightly.
“where’d you even get the money for this?”
she hesitated for half a beat before giving a small, sheepish shrug. “i told you…i have those savings.”
chris blinked, sitting back a little. “you dipped into it for me?”
“well…yeah,” she said simply, meeting his eyes like it was obvious. “this is important. you’re important chris.”
it went quiet for a second. not awkward — just heavy in a way that said more than either of them could have pushed into words. chris held her gaze, something in his chest tightening all over again, and for a moment the rest of the room felt like it blurred out.
then lila clapped her hands together, breaking the quiet with a burst of excitement. “okay, last one!! be so careful opening it, i worked HARD.”
chris let out a soft laugh through his nose, giving her a small nod as he reached for the envelope she’d been holding onto.
he tore it open and unfolded the paper, eyes scanning the first line, a smile tugging at his mouth over her handwriting and the small doodles littered around the page. by the time he hit the middle, his chest felt too full. by the end, he had to blink hard just to see the words.
lila crawled into his lap without asking, her small arms wrapping around his neck. he held her there, the letter still clutched in his hand, and reached out with one arm to pull star closer until they were all pressed together on the blanket.
chris buried his face into the side of lila’s head for a moment, breathing her in, her little fingers fisting into the back of his neck like she was holding him together. the paper crinkled slightly in his other hand, his thumb brushing over the last line again even without looking.
“you’re my best present,” he said quietly against her hair, voice low and rough from the weight sitting in his chest.
lila leaned back just enough to look at him, her grin big and wobbly all at once. “better than pancakes?”
“way better than pancakes,” he said, managing a small smile before pressing his forehead to hers.
lila let out a giggle, the sound soft and shaky as her nose scrunched against his. “how about….even better than bacon?” she asked, like she couldn’t quite believe anything could outrank it.
“even better than bacon,” chris said, his voice steady this time, no hesitation behind it.
she seemed satisfied with that answer, her little arms tightening around his neck for one more squeeze before she finally slid off his lap and plopped back onto the blankets beside him.
he let out a slow breath, folding the letter carefully before setting it on top of the other gifts like it was made of glass. when he finally glanced over at star, her eyes were already on him, softer than he could handle.
“she worked really hard on that,” star said quietly, her voice careful, like she didn’t want to break the moment lingering between them.
chris held her gaze for a long second, his hand moved before his mouth did, reaching over to hook his fingers around hers and squeeze once.
“yeah,” he said, voice low, “i can tell, thank you for helping her.”
star’s lips twitched like she was fighting a smile, her fingers curling back into his without thinking. for a second it was quiet again, chris didn’t let go of her hand. his thumb brushed over her knuckles once before he leaned in, closing the small space between them. the first press of his mouth to hers was slow, careful, like he didn’t want to risk losing the moment. she tasted faintly of syrup and strawberries, they barely had a second to sink into it before a loud, exaggerated gag sounded right next to them.
“ewwwww!”
lila flopped onto her back in the middle of the blankets, covering her face with both hands and kicking her socks in the air.
star pulled back instantly, laughter breaking out of her as she turned to look at lila. chris let out a quiet groan, dragging a hand over his face even as the corner of his mouth tugged up.
“really, bug?” he asked, his voice rough but amused.
“you’ve seen us kiss like a thousand times,” chris said, shaking his head as he glanced down at lila still sprawled on the blankets.
she peeked at him through her fingers, lowering them just enough to grin. “yeah, i know, but…” she sat up quickly, her excitement bubbling over. “star hasn’t told you the best part about today yet!”
chris raised a brow, leaning back on his hands. “oh yeah? and what’s that?”
before lila could answer, star reached over to smooth down her hair, her own smile tugging slow and steady. “i promised we’d pick up mexican for lunch,” she said, catching his eyes. “and then head over to the hospital. you’ve got a date with your momma birthday boy”
something in his chest ached at that. he wanted to see her. god, he always wanted to see her. but the thought of walking into that room after yesterday? of seeing her strapped to those monitors again with the weight of what they’d said still hanging in the air, made something in him hesitate. it wasn’t that he didn’t want to go. it was that for once, just once, he wanted to hold onto this feeling a little longer.
the blankets on the floor, lila’s laugh still echoing in his head, star sitting close enough that her shoulder brushed his. it was the first time in years his birthday had felt like it belonged to him. no hospital walls, no arguments muffled through doors, no weight heavier than the morning itself. just…this.
and a small part of him felt guilty for even thinking it. like wanting to stay here, in this moment, was selfish when his mom was still waiting for him. when every second counted now. but sitting here with lila tugging on his sleeve and star watching him with those soft, steady eyes, he couldn’t help it. for once in his life, he wanted to breathe in something good and not let it slip away so fast.
he let out a slow breath, forcing a small smile as he glanced between the two of them. “that sounds good,” he said quietly, voice steady enough to pass for normal.
lila leaned her head against his arm, bunny squished between them, and star reached over to adjust one of the crooked party hats still hanging on the pile of blankets. the clock on the wall ticked softly in the background, reminding him they still had time before they needed to get ready. an hour, maybe two, where the world didn’t have to rush in just yet.
“you guys down to watch the sandlot?” he asked after a moment, his voice lighter this time.
lila pulled back instantly, her brows pulling together. “what’s the sandlot?”
chris’ mouth fell open a little as he turned to stare at her. “i never showed you the sandlot?”
she shook her head slowly, already grinning because of how dramatic his reaction was. “is it a show? is it boring?”
“boring?” he repeated, clutching his chest in mock offense as star bit back a laugh beside him. “bug, you’re about to get an education.”
chris dug through the small stack of DVDs they had shoved into the entertainment center, blowing dust off the case before popping it into the player. lila sprawled out on the blankets between him and star, bunny tucked under her arm as the movie started. for the first twenty minutes she was hooked, laughing loud every time the boys on screen did something ridiculous and whispering questions at chris about why they were scared of a dog. he answered every single one, his voice soft, occasionally leaning back against the couch with a small smile when she giggled at parts he loved as a kid.
about halfway through, though, her attention started to waver. she shifted in her spot, leaned back against star, then finally sat up with a sigh. “are they gonna play baseball the whole time?” she asked, tone almost scandalized. chris paused the movie and raised a brow at her, already knowing what was coming.
twenty minutes later, the DVD menu was forgotten as they set up chutes and ladders on the blanket pile. lila was deadly serious about it, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth every time she spun the dial. chris was just as serious, except every time she turned away, his piece magically jumped a square or two. by the time he hit the last ladder, lila was squinting at the board suspiciously. “you cheated,” she accused, pointing at him. chris held up both hands. “don’t hate the player, lila. hate the game.”
when the game was over and lila had begrudgingly accepted her defeat, they all moved around the tiny trailer together, getting ready to head to the hospital. star helped lila with her hair in the bathroom while chris changed his shirt, listening to the sound of their voices bouncing back and forth down the hall. by the time they picked up the food and pulled into the hospital parking lot, the morning felt far away and heavy in the best way.
but the second he walked into evelyn’s room, guilt sank into his stomach like a stone. she looked good. better than yesterday at least, color in her cheeks and her hair brushed back the way she liked it. her whole face lit up when she saw him. she didn’t just look happy to see him, she looked excited to celebrate him.
they ate together, lila telling every single detail about their morning while evelyn listened like it was the most important story she’d ever heard. at some point, she handed chris a gift bag with shaky hands, smiling sheepishly when he pulled out a knitted blanket. “was supposed to be a hat,” she admitted. “somewhere in the middle i…well, you can see where it went wrong.” chris laughed, holding it tight to his chest anyway, the uneven edges blurring in his eyes for a second before he kissed the top of her head.
the day slipped away faster than he wanted it to. one second the room was full of laughter and the smell of takeout, and the next the sun was dipping low outside the window. they said their goodbyes with promises to visit next week, lila hugging evelyn so tight her little arms trembled.
on the drive home, chris slid the CD into the player. the first chords hit and he laughed under his breath, glancing at star in the passenger seat. “you lied. there’s no taylor on this.” she smirked without looking at him. it was a perfect mix of his favorite bands and a few he instantly recognized as hers. even lila knew most of the words, her little voice singing from the backseat, earning her the title of “coolest seven-year-old ever” from star.
by the time they got home, it was lila who asked to finish the sandlot. chris suspected it was less about the movie and more about crawling into star’s side under a blanket, bunny tucked in between them. halfway through, her head started to nod, and by the credits she was out cold, her soft breaths mixing with the low hum of the TV. chris stood, sliding his arms under her and lifting her easily, pressing a kiss to her hair as he carried her to bed.
when he came back into the living room, the screen had gone dark and the blanket pile was empty. star was gone.
all the lights in the trailer were off, the soft hum of the TV the only thing breaking the quiet. his voice low when he called out, “star?”
for a second, nothing. then, faint but clear, “in here.”
he followed her voice into the kitchen, his socked feet silent against the floor. when he rounded the corner, he stopped dead in the doorway. star stood in the middle of the kitchen, her face glowing warm from the candles scattered across the small cake in her hands. the flickering light caught in her eyes as they met his.
“i feel bad lila fell asleep,” she said quietly, her voice carrying in the stillness. “but we woke up extra early to make this today.”
chris finally moved, slow steps bringing him closer until he was standing right in front of her. his eyes flicked down to the cake, then back to her, then back again before settling on her face. “the moon?” he asked, his voice rougher than he meant.
star’s smile tilted, small and knowing as she nodded. “well yeah. remember that night on the porch? when you told me i was every star in your sky, and i said you were the moon for me? you asked why and i told you, ‘cause even when it’s dark, you’re still there. you always find a way to be there.”
chris swallowed hard, his chest pulling tight as the memory hit him full force. his eyes didn’t leave hers when he spoke. “yeah. ’course i fuckin’ remember. i remember everything with you, star.”
chris’ eyes lingered on the cake for a moment longer, the dark frosting dusted with gold, little stars scattered across the top with a single crescent moon sitting off to the side. his lips twitched, a quiet laugh slipping out. “why is there four stars though?”
star snorted, shifting the cake slightly so the candles flickered with the movement. she pointed at each one carefully. “lila, me, evelyn, and comet.”
his brow shot up. “comet?”
she nodded, completely serious. “it was supposed to help lila’s case. you know, get you to finally agree to me bringing him over. she said if he had his own star on your cake, you couldn’t say no. something about him being family now or whatever.”
chris stared at her flatly, though the corner of his mouth tugged higher. “no.”
“you’re such a hater,” star said immediately, laughing under her breath as she shook her head. “comet is lovely.”
“i disagree,” chris shot back, deadpan, and she rolled her eyes playfully, the smile tugging at her lips making it impossible to hide.
“just blow them out before the wax ruins it,” she said, tilting the cake a little closer to him. “we didn’t wake up at five in the morning for nothing.”
“yes ma’am,” chris murmured, leaning in slightly, ready to blow the candles out when star’s voice stopped him.
“wait. you have to make a wish—a good one.”
he looked at her for a second,a small smile tugged at his mouth, something quiet sitting behind it. “a good one, huh?”
“yeah,” she said gently, holding the cake steady. “no half-ass wishes.”
he huffed out a soft laugh, then closed his eyes. for a moment, the kitchen went completely still. his chest rose and fell once as he let the thought sit there, simple and steady, before he leaned forward and blew the candles out in one soft breath.
when he opened his eyes again, the smoke curled between them. he reached out, fingers brushing against hers as he carefully took the cake from her hands.
“what did you wish for?” she asked, her voice quieter now.
he glanced at her, the faintest hint of a smile still tugging at his lips. “nothing i don’t already have.”
chris set the cake down on the counter carefully, reaching for a knife and two mismatched plates from the cupboard. the kitchen was still warm from the candles, the smell of sugar and frosting mixing with the faint hint of syrup that still lingered from breakfast. he cut into the cake slowly, sliding the first piece onto a plate before speaking.
“seriously, thank you,” he said, his voice low but certain as he set the plate in front of her. “for all of this.”
star shook her head immediately, almost brushing it off. “chris, it’s not a big deal. it’s your birthday. you deserve it.”
he let out a quiet laugh through his nose, shaking his head as he cut the next slice. “nah, i’m serious, baby.” he glanced up at her then, his expression soft but steady. “you’ve done so much more than you know for me. i’m forever grateful to have met your weird ass.”
that made her roll her eyes and shove his shoulder slightly.
“my life’s… i don’t know, this sounds stupid, but my life’s genuinely gotten better with you in it,” he continued, setting the knife down and leaning his hands on the counter. “and so has lila’s. and that means the world to me.”
for a second, she just looked at him, then she stepped closer, her fingers brushing his before she leaned in and kissed him.
when he pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against hers, the words slipped out quiet but certain. “i love you, star.”
for a second, she didn’t move. her breath caught, just the smallest hitch against his mouth before she let out the faintest laugh, a shaky one. her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him just a little closer like she needed to feel every inch of him to make sure it was real.
“i think im schizophrenic” she whispered, her voice barely above the hum of the fridge.
chris tilted his head just enough to see her, his thumb brushing the side of her jaw as the corner of his mouth tugged into the smallest smile. “yeah maybe but i love you,” he said again.
her lips pressed to his before he could say anything else, deeper this time, like she was answering without words. when they broke apart, she stayed close, their noses brushing.
“i love you,” she said quietly, and chris swore he felt it everywhere — in his chest, his ribs, his lungs, every piece of him that had been holding tight for so long finally letting go.
he leaned in one more time, kissing her slow, letting himself breathe her in before he murmured against her mouth, “best birthday i’ve ever had.”
her lips brushed his again in a soft laugh, her hand sliding up the back of his neck. “let me make it even better,” she whispered, her voice low enough to make his chest tighten.
the cake was forgotten immediately. her fingers curled around his, tugging him gently out of the kitchen and down the short hall toward his room. he followed without a word, pulse pounding steady in his ears, his free hand brushing the small of her back as they crossed the doorway.
the door clicked shut behind them, leaving them in the soft dark of his room. she turned to face him, her hands finding his shoulders before sliding slowly down his chest, and he leaned in, kissing her again, deeper this time. everything from the day — the morning laughter, the weight of the hospital, the confession still hanging between them — blurred into the warmth of her mouth and the way her body pressed into his.
his hands found her waist, thumbs brushing the hem of her shirt as he backed them toward the bed, their breaths catching between kisses. he went to guide her down onto the mattress, but she pressed a hand gently to his chest, stopping him.
“wait,” she murmured against his mouth, her fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt. “it’s about you, chris. it’s your day.”
he froze for half a second, his chest tightening at the way she said it. a quiet breath left him, softer than a laugh, his head dipping just enough to brush his nose against hers. “yeah?” he asked, voice low, almost careful.
“yeah,” she whispered back, and whatever part of him usually held on to control slipped right out from under him.
his shoulders dropped, his grip on her waist easing as he nodded once, slow. “okay,” he said quietly, letting himself sink into the words, into her hands, into the idea of letting someone else take care of him for once.
her hands slid higher on his chest, gentle but sure as she gave the faintest push. she pushed him back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as she climbed over him, settling her knees on either side of his hips. the faint creak of the frame filled the quiet for a second before she leaned down, pressing the softest kiss to his mouth and mumbling a shy little “hi” against his lips. it earned her a low chuckle, his hand instinctively sliding up her thigh, his thumb brushing the soft skin there.
her mouth moved to his neck, soft pecks turning into slow sucks and small bites just under his jaw. his hand slid higher, curling around her hip, the pads of his fingers digging in lightly. it was muscle memory more than anything, the way he always touched her without thinking, but she reached back blindly, her fingers wrapping around his wrist and moving it off her.
“no,” she murmured, her voice quiet but steady against his skin.
his breath hitched slightly at the tone, his hand dropping to the blanket as he let her keep working at his neck.
the second time, it was when her fingers slipped under the waistband of his sweats, tugging them low enough to brush the edge of his boxers. his stomach tightened under her touch, and he reached again, his palm sliding over her thigh to her waist. before he could even curl his fingers, she caught his hand again, firmer this time, pressing it flat to the mattress.
“i said no,” she whispered, kissing the hollow of his throat like a reward and a warning all at once.
a low groan broke out of him, his head tipping back slightly, his chest rising heavier now.
the third time, it wasn’t even conscious — when she finally stripped him bare, his cock hard and flushed against his stomach, his hand twitched like it wanted to reach for her again. before he could, she sat back on his thighs, both her hands coming down to pin his wrists to the bed on either side of his head.
“chris,” she said, soft but with an edge of something else, something that made his stomach clench. “stop trying to touch me. this isn’t about me.”
his lips parted around a quiet breath, something low and broken caught in his throat. “fuck,” he muttered, the word barely audible, his fingers curling against the sheets.
“that’s better,” she said simply, letting go of one wrist to wrap her hand around him.
the sound that left him at the first stroke was deep and rough, his head falling back against the pillow. she kept her pace slow, her thumb swiping across the head, smearing the wetness there until his hips lifted just slightly off the bed before he caught himself. the slick sounds filling the quiet between them as she leaned in, her lips brushing his jaw with every word.
“look at you,” she murmured, her voice low, soft but edged with something that made his chest tighten. “already getting kinda greedy with it, baby.”
chris let out a quiet breath, the sound caught somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “greedy, huh?” his voice was rough, almost like it didn’t know which way to fall. “you can’t—fuck—you can’t say shit like that and expect me to just…” his words broke off into a shaky exhale when her thumb pressed slow over the head, smearing him over her palm.
her lips curved, not quite a smile, more like satisfaction. “expect you to what?” she asked softly, her hand never slowing.
his hips twitched under her grip, his fingers flexing against the sheets. “expect me to just sit here,” he muttered, his hand sliding instinctively up her thigh, fingers curling toward her hip.
she caught his wrist mid-motion, fingers curling firm around it before setting it back beside him. “yeah,” she said quietly, her tone steady in a way that made his breath catch. “that’s exactly what i expect.”
he swallowed, his jaw working like he wanted to argue, but the way her hand twisted on the next stroke punched the words right out of his chest. his eyes fluttered shut for half a second before snapping open again to meet hers.
“fuck,” he breathed, his voice low. “you’re really not gonna let me touch you?”
“not tonight,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth like it was punctuation. “tonight’s not about me.”
he huffed out something that might’ve been a laugh if it weren’t so shaky. “you’re—” his words cut off when she squeezed just a little tighter, his head tipping back against the pillow with a low groan. “jesus christ.”
when she slid lower on the bed, her mouth kissing a slow line down his stomach, his hand found her hair out of pure instinct, again. before he even got a full grip, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist again, sharper this time, pushing it back to the bed without a word.
his chest rose heavy, a quiet, breathless laugh slipping out. “okay,” he muttered, the edge of something warm behind it. “okay, i get it.”
“do you?” she asked, her lips brushing the soft skin just below his hip as she looked up at him.
“i—” his words cut off again when her tongue dragged along the underside of his cock, a shudder running straight up his spine. “fuck, star,” he groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets just to keep from trying again.
at this point it was just muscle memory. the second her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, his hips jerked and both hands flew to her hair, desperate to feel her, to ground himself in the way her tongue moved slow and wet over him.
she broke off with a sharp, wet pop, her hand wrapping around the base as she glared up at him. in one smooth motion, she grabbed both his wrists and slammed them down against the mattress, pinning him there with a grip that made his stomach clench.
“chris.” her voice was low, steady, and something about it went straight through him. “try that shit one more time, and i’m done. you hear me?”
his eyes were wide, his mouth parted around a shaky breath. for a second, silence stretched between them, then he let out a broken, breathless laugh. “i don’t know what the fuck got into you tonight,” he muttered, voice rough and hoarse, “but i kinda love it.”
she smirked, a quick flash of teeth before she sank back down, taking him deep enough that the rest of his words dissolved into a low, wrecked groan. his head tipped back against the pillow, his throat working around a sound that never fully made it out.
“oh my fucking god,” he rasped when she pulled back just to spit, the slick sound of it hitting his skin making his cock twitch in her hand before she swallowed him again, messy and wet.
“star,” he choked out, his voice breaking halfway through her name, “holy shit, you’re…” his hands twisted in the sheets, knuckles white where she had him pinned. “you’re fucking ruining me.”
she hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. spit was pooling at the corner of her mouth now, dripping down to his stomach as she twisted her wrist in time with every slow drag of her tongue.
“look at me,” she said when she pulled off, her voice sharp enough to cut through the fog in his head. his eyes snapped open, glassy and blown wide, locking on hers instantly.
“don’t look away,” she murmured before sinking back down, swallowing him until her nose brushed his stomach.
“sorry— shit,” he groaned, his voice breaking open in a way that sounded almost pained. “fuck, fuck, i’m—” his breath caught when she pulled back just to slap the head against her tongue, spit connecting in a slick string. “you’re… you’re so fucking good at that.”
she smiled against him, the kind that wasn’t playful but knowing, before swallowing him again until his stomach tightened under her hands.
when he finally came, it was quiet but wrecked, a sound punched out of him from somewhere deep in his chest as his hips jerked against the bed despite himself. she swallowed everything, licking him clean as his breath came in ragged, uneven pulls.
he barely had time to come down before she was crawling back up his body, kissing him slow, letting him taste himself on her tongue.
“you okay?” she murmured against his mouth.
he huffed out a laugh, still half-breathless. “what the fuck was that?”
“told you,” she said softly, kissing his jaw as she reached between them to line him up again. “it’s about you tonight.”
when she sank down on him, both of them let out matching, broken sounds. his hands flew to her hips on instinct, gripping tight, and the sharp crack of her palm against the back of his hand echoed in the room.
his eyes snapped up to hers, chest heaving.
“you move me again,” she said quietly, her voice firm enough to make his cock twitch inside her, “and i’m stopping. don’t test me.”
his fingers twitched like they didn’t know what to do with themselves, the need to hold her almost overwhelming, muscle memory begging him to ground himself in her skin. he caught himself at the last second, dragging his hands up instead until they laced together behind his head, elbows digging into the pillow like it was the only way to keep from breaking her rule. his chest rose hard under her, a quiet, desperate sound slipping past his lips.
“please,” he rasped, the word almost a breath, raw and shaky. “don’t—m’sorry, i’m not—just don’t stop.”
her hips rolled slow and deep, the drag of him inside her making her hum low in her throat. “then don’t move me,” she said, calm in a way that had his stomach pulling tight.
his jaw clenched, his fingers fisting in his own hair now just to have something to hold onto. “fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough.
her nails dragged lightly down his chest as she shifted her hips, the angle making a sharp gasp punch out of her before she could stop it. her head dipped for a second, forehead brushing his collarbone as she let the words fall without thinking.
“you’re so fucking deep,” she whispered, her voice shaky at first, more like a confession than anything else.
his breath stuttered hard under her, his abs tightening like the words hit somewhere deep.
she swallowed, rolling her hips slow again, feeling the stretch all the way in her stomach. “i can feel every…fuck… every inch of you, chris.” the way his head tipped back at that, the low groan that slipped out of his throat, it pulled something loose in her chest. her lips parted around a shaky little laugh, softer this time, like she couldn’t quite believe the sound she’d just pulled from him.
his head snapped forward again, eyes blown and glassy as they locked on her, chest heaving under the weight of her words. “say it again,” he rasped, voice raw, desperate in a way that made her pulse skip.
her hips rocked down once more, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she breathed it against his mouth. “can feel all of you, baby. every fucking inch.”
his hips twitched involuntarily, the muscles in his thighs tightening beneath her as a low, broken sound punched out of him. “fuck, star,” he groaned, his voice low now, strained like it was being dragged out of his chest.
she bit her lip, her own voice shaky but steadier this time, emboldened by the way his face twisted under her. “you’re stretching me so good,” she whispered, her words trembling but filthy. “i can feel you in my belly.”
his mouth fell open, a raw curse spilling out as his hands twitched behind his head like they were dying to grab her. “oh my god,” he hissed, hips flexing helplessly under her weight, “you’re gonna fucking break me in half talkin’ like that.”
her laugh was breathless, but the sound only made him twitch inside her. his eyes locked on hers, dark and heavy. “you like that, huh?” he rasped, his voice rougher now, cutting through the thick air between them. “you like sittin’ on my cock talkin’ all nasty like that?”
her breath hitched, her nails dragging over his chest as she rolled her hips slow. “yeah,” she murmured, the admission soft but filthy. “love how you feel inside me. fuck—you’re so fucking big, chris.”
he groaned low, his head tipping back for half a second before snapping forward again, locking on her face. “you’re so fucking wet for me,” he ground out, his voice strained, every word pushed through clenched teeth. “you hear that? fuckin’ dripping all over me. shit—every time you move, it’s like you’re begging me to cum inside you.”
her lips parted around a shaky moan, her hips grinding down harder as his words sank into her skin. “maybe i am,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “maybe i want you to fill me up. make a fucking mess out of me.”
his jaw dropped, a loud, broken sound punching out of his chest as his thighs flexed under her. “fuck, star—say it again. say that shit again,” he begged, his voice cracking straight through the middle.
she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, and whispered, “want you to cum in me.”
his hips jerked without thinking, a harsh groan tearing out of him as his hands fisted so hard in his own hair it almost hurt. his chest was heaving, every muscle in his body pulled tight like a live wire under her.
“star,” he rasped, his voice cracking, “fuck—please. please let me touch you. let me—fuck, let me take over, just for a second. i need to feel you.”
her hips rolled slowly, making his breath stutter hard in his chest. “no,” she whispered, her tone soft but firm enough to make his head fall back against the pillow.
“why,” he groaned, his voice breaking into something that almost sounded like a laugh, strained and desperate. “you’re fuckin’ killin’ me. you don’t get it—I need to flip you over, fuck you so hard you forget your own name. please.”
she leaned down, her lips brushing his jaw as she pushed herself all the way down on him, the drag making both of them gasp. “you think you’re in any position to beg me for control right now?” she murmured, her voice shaking only from the way he was hitting deep inside her.
his eyes squeezed shut for a second, his knuckles white where they twisted in his own hair. “i’m begging,” he said, his voice raw now, every bit of pride stripped clean. “please, baby. just let me fuck you. let me show you how good you feel. fuck—please.”
her nails scraped down his chest, slow and sharp, making his breath hitch. “you’re showing me just fine,” she whispered, rocking her hips again.
his mouth dropped open around a groan, his head tipping forward to meet her eyes. “you’re so fucking mean,” he muttered, his voice breaking apart. “and i’ve never wanted you more in my life.”
she let out a breathless laugh against his mouth, her hips grinding down again just to watch the way his face twisted. “mean?” she murmured, her voice soft but laced with heat. “you’re the one trying to fuck up my pace.”
“’cause you’re killing me,” he groaned, his voice rough, desperate. “sitting on me all slow like this, talking all that shit—fuck, star, i can’t take it. please.”
she rolled her hips again, slower this time, dragging him so deep it had both of them gasping. “you can take it,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “look at you. you’re perfect like this. letting me use you.”
another guttural sound ripped out of his chest, his hands twitching so hard behind his head it looked painful. “fuck—baby, please. please let me grab you. let me touch you. i’m gonna lose my fucking mind if i can’t.”
she sat back just slightly, her fingers curling into his chest, nails dragging down over his ribs. “you lose it, i’ll stop,” she said quietly, the warning so calm it had his cock twitching inside her. “you wanna risk that?”
“fuck!” the word tore out of him, strained and raw. his head tipped back into the pillow, his voice breaking into a shaky laugh. “you’re gonna make me cry on my own birthday.”
her hips stilled for just a second, her palms sliding up his chest until they framed his jaw, her thumb brushing over the flushed skin there like she was considering it. “baby…” she murmured, soft in a way that almost sounded sympathetic.
his eyes snapped open, wide and glassy as they locked onto hers. “what?” he asked, voice wrecked, like he was hanging on every word.
she tilted her head, her mouth curving into the faintest smirk as she rocked down slow, making him gasp. “you really want it that bad you’d cry for it?” she asked quietly, her tone dripping with faux sympathy.
a broken groan ripped out of his chest, his knuckles going white where they twisted into his own hair. “fuck, i’ll do whatever you want. you want me to cry, i’ll cry, just—please, star, let me fucking have you.”
she leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “yeah? you want it that bad?” another slow roll of her hips had him swearing under his breath, his voice hoarse.
“yes,” he hissed, the word coming out like it hurt to say. “yes, baby. please. let me fucking take you apart. let me make you cum on my cock, please.”
she pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her fingers curling against his jaw. “you think you’ve earned it?” she murmured, soft and low, dragging the words out like she was testing him.
he nodded frantically, his voice cracking in the middle of it. “fuck—yes. yes, i’ve earned it. i’ve been good. i’ve been so fucking good for you.”
she hummed, pretending to consider it, her thumb brushing his bottom lip as her hips ground down slow again. “hm. maybe.” she let the word hang there, soft and cruel, before leaning in close enough that her lips brushed his. “show me how bad you want it, chris.”
the second the words left her mouth, his restraint shattered. his hands shot from behind his head to her back, dragging her down until her chest was pressed flush against his, his breath hot against her neck as his arms locked tight around her.
“fuck—” his voice was a low, broken growl right in her ear before his hips snapped up, hard and fast, slamming into her so deep it punched a gasp straight out of her throat.
“chris—” her protest dissolved into a choked moan when he did it again, his grip on her back desperate, keeping her flush to him as he fucked up into her, each thrust sharp and unrelenting.
“you wanted me to show you,” he panted, his voice rough and wrecked against her skin. “this is me fuckin’ showing you, star. this is how bad i want you.”
her nails dug into his shoulders, her head tipping back as a string of breathy curses tumbled out of her. every thrust hit so deep it made her see stars, her walls fluttering hard around him as she clung to his shoulders.
“fuck—you feel that?” he gritted, his teeth grazing her jaw as he kept driving up into her, the wet sound of them filling the room. “feel how tight you’re squeezing me right now? you’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind.”
“chris—” she gasped, her voice breaking into a moan when he angled his hips just right, the head of his cock brushing so deep inside her she almost sobbed.
“say it,” he muttered, his tone wrecked but demanding as his pace got even rougher. “say you want it. say you fucking need it.”
“i need it—fuck, i need it,” she cried out, her voice cracking as her nails dragged down his back.
“yeah?” his words were a low growl, his thrusts snapping up so hard it had her clinging to him like he’d fuck her straight through the mattress. “then take it, baby.”
his voice was wrecked, strained to the point it sounded like a promise more than anything else.
before she could even answer, his grip shifted, his arms tightening around her as he rolled them in one smooth, desperate motion. her back hit the mattress with a soft thud, his cock slipping free in the scramble, slick and wet against her thigh. both of them let out a matching frustrated sound at the loss.
“fuck,” chris muttered, his voice low and rough, his forehead pressed to hers for half a second as his chest heaved. “flip.”
she blinked up at him, still trying to catch her breath. “chris—”
“face down,” he cut in, his tone leaving no room for argument, his hand sliding over her hip with a grip that made her legs weak. “ass up. you know it’s my favorite.”
heat shot straight through her stomach at the way he said it, direct and filthy. she rolled onto her stomach, pushing up onto shaky arms, her ass arching into the air as the cool air hit the wetness between her thighs.
“fuck,” he groaned when he saw her like that, his hands dragging over the curve of her hips before spreading her open with a grip that was almost reverent. “you’re so fucking perfect.”
she turned her head just enough to glance back at him, her breath catching when she saw the way his chest rose and fell, his jaw tight like he was holding on by a thread.
“chris,” she whined, pushing back against him slightly, the need in her voice making his cock twitch in his hand.
instead of giving her what she wanted, he let out a low, dark laugh, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of her hip. “nah,” he muttered, his tone a mix of breathless and smug. “this is what you get.”
before she could even process it, he lowered himself, spreading her open wider as his mouth found her soaked pussy from behind. the first slow drag of his tongue up her slit had her choking out a moan, her arms nearly giving out under her.
“fuck!” she gasped, her forehead dropping to the mattress as his tongue circled her clit before dipping back down, fucking into her with long, deep strokes that made her legs shake.
he hummed low against her, the sound vibrating right through her as his hands gripped her ass, holding her steady when her hips bucked back against his face.
“chris—oh my god—” her voice broke into a sharp cry when he sucked her clit between his lips, the obscene wet sounds filling the room as he pulled every bit of her slick onto his tongue.
he pulled back just enough to murmur, his voice low and filthy against her skin, “taste so fucking sweet back here, baby. could eat this pussy all night.”
her fingers clawed at the sheets, a desperate moan ripping out of her. “no please—please fuck me, chris.”
he didn’t say a word, just pulled back, his hands sliding down her hips as he rose up again. the sudden loss of his mouth had her whining, but it was cut off by the sharp sting of his palm connecting with her ass in one quick, firm slap.
she gasped, her hips jerking forward instinctively, and then he was there — lining himself up and pushing in slow, every inch of his cock stretching her open until he was buried to the hilt.
a low groan fell out of his mouth, his fingers digging into her hips like he was anchoring himself there. “fuck,” he breathed, his voice low and wrecked, “you feel that? you feel how tight you are around me right now?”
her forehead pressed into the mattress, a broken moan slipping out as her walls fluttered helplessly around him. “y-yeah,” she choked, her voice cracking.
he leaned forward, his chest brushing her back as he bottomed out again, slower this time, savoring the drag. “good,” he muttered against her ear, his breath hot on her skin. “because this—” his hips pulled back before snapping forward hard enough to make her cry out, “—this is really about me now.”
he stayed there for a second, buried so deep it made her toes curl, his breath coming hot and uneven against the side of her neck. one of his hands slid up her spine, slow and steady, until it wrapped around the back of her neck, not squeezing, just holding her there as he rolled his hips again, slower this time but just as deep.
“every time i push in, you’re gripping me like you don’t wanna let me go.”
a choked sound tumbled out of her, her fingers twisting into the sheets, knuckles going white as she nodded against the mattress. “chris—”
“say it,” he cut in, his tone a little rougher this time, his hips snapping forward hard enough to have her crying out. “say you can feel me. all of me.”
her voice broke as it left her, breathless and filthy, “i can feel you—fuck—you’re so deep, chris, you’re everywhere.”
her words hit him like gasoline to fire. his hips snapped forward again, the wet sound of him driving into her filling the room, each thrust harder than the last. the mattress creaked under the rhythm, her knees sliding against the sheets as he pushed her further into them with every movement.
his fingers dug into her hips, holding her right where he wanted her while he fucked into her with sharp, deliberate strokes. every drag of his cock pulled a new sound out of her, breathy gasps and broken moans mixing with the slap of skin on skin. slick coated the insides of her thighs, dripping down onto the sheets with every thrust.
her body arched into it without thought, back bowing as her hands clawed at the mattress. he leaned over her again, his chest pressed to her back as his pace shifted, slower but so deep it made her legs shake. her walls fluttered around him helplessly, clenching tight as he bottomed out and held there, savoring the way she squeezed around him.
his breath was hot against her shoulder, ragged and uneven, his lips brushing her skin as he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in. she cried out, her nails dragging across the sheets as her head dropped between her arms.
the room smelled like sweat and sex, heavy and thick in the air. every thrust pushed a low, wet squelch from between her thighs, the mess of her dripping down onto his stomach as he fucked her harder, deeper, until the bedframe knocked against the wall.
her legs trembled, her whole body jolting with each snap of his hips. he kept her right there, open and pliant beneath him, every thrust carving into her until her voice was nothing but broken gasps and strangled moans.
when her head tipped back and a loud, desperate cry ripped out of her, his hand slid up her spine fast, fingers curling firmly around the back of her neck to keep her pressed into the mattress. his hips didn’t falter, but his mouth brushed her ear, his voice low and rough.
“you gotta be quiet,” he panted, his words hot against her skin, “or i’ll stop.”
the warning hit her like a jolt, her hands twisting into the sheets as she bit back another moan, the sound catching in her throat. he felt the way she tried to hold it in, the muffled whimper that broke through anyway, and a low groan spilled out of him.
“that’s it,” he muttered, his thrusts slowing just enough to grind deep, the head of his cock hitting that spot that made her whole body shudder.
she buried her face in the mattress, her nails dragging down over the sheets as another choked sound escaped her, this one softer but no less desperate. the control it took to hold it back had her walls clenching around him so tight he cursed under his breath, his grip on her hips bruising as he drove in deep again.
the pace turned heavy, deep strokes that made the bed rock beneath them, his chest slick with sweat as it brushed her back every time he leaned in. her thighs were shaking, the sheets damp beneath her knees where slick and sweat mixed. every time he pulled out, the mess of her clung to him, coating his cock before he sank right back into it, wet sounds filling the room over the soft thud of the headboard against the wall.
he slid one hand from her hip up to her lower back, pressing down just enough to arch her deeper for him. the new angle had both of them gasping, her whole body going tight as he bottomed out, the head of his cock hitting so deep she swore she felt it in her stomach again.
a broken whimper slipped out despite her biting it back, and his grip tightened on her hip, his thrusts never faltering. “fuck,” he gritted, his voice low and raw, “you keep squeezing me like that and i’m not gonna last.”
her answer was a shaky, muffled plea into the mattress, her fingers twisting into the sheets as she tried to push back against him, meeting every thrust with desperate, uneven rolls of her hips. the sound of it — skin, breath, the wet drag of him inside her — filled the room until it felt like the air itself was trembling with them.
the pressure coiled sharp and tight in her stomach, every deep thrust making her shake harder beneath him. her voice cracked as the words tumbled out, muffled against the mattress but still desperate, “chris—inside, please, want it inside—”
he swore loud and broken, his hips stuttering like her plea had cut straight through every last bit of control he had. “fuck—baby, don’t—” his words hitched into a groan as he buried himself to the hilt, his grip on her hips bruising as he spilled into her in hot, thick pulses.
her walls fluttered around him, milking every drop, and she cried out his name like it was the only word she knew, the sound ragged and breathless as she came hard around him, her thighs trembling violently.
he didn’t pull out. his chest pressed to her slick back, his hips rolling slow, pushing himself deeper, fucking his cum into her until it spilled messy down her thighs. his forehead dropped to the space between her shoulder blades, his breath hot and shaky on her skin.
“i love you,” he muttered against her, the words low and rough, almost like a secret. his hands smoothed over her sides, gentler now as his hips gave one last soft grind before stilling completely. “fuck, star… i love you so much.”
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NEVER UNPACKED
CONTENT WARNING: angst, heavy plot, childhood traumas, mentions of abusive relationships, parental neglect, emotionally absent mother, substance usage, homelessness, abandonment, running away?? and more …
it was never a steady environment for you. never in one place for too long—never comfortable. you have lived in more towns than you can count. by 19, you’ve had over 15 homes, you had 3 school transcripts, and one suitcase with you through it all.
your mom was 17 when she had you. she was still a kid herself— reckless, impulsive, and in love with the wrong kind of attention. the pregnancy was certainly not planned— the result of her summer fling with a guy who bolted the second he found out about you.
you admired your mom as a child— too young to understand the chaos that filled her life. all you saw was the beautiful woman with chipped away nail polish and cigarette lips. your mom knew how to charm a room. how to dance in the kitchen while making dinner, even when rent was due. how to sing in the car on the way to whatever destination she had planned for you, like nothing else mattered. to you, as a little girl, that looked like strength—like magic.
your mom was always chasing something— a new boyfriend. a “new fresh start,” a new way to escape the mess of a life that she’d built for both of you. you’d move in with them until the fights started, then leave in the middle of the night. you never fully unpacked—what was the point?
by 10 you had seen things she wouldn’t dare speak about— men with heavy hands and sweet voices. your mom bawling in the bathroom, then walking out with a smile like it never happened. the silence always hung loud after— the fight never fully over.
that’s how you learned to disappear in plain sight—fade into the silence. keep it casual; keep it light. never get too close, because people leave— or worse, they make you leave them.
your mom was reckless, beautiful, and charming when she wanted to be. men followed her like moths to a flame, and you watched them slowly burn out. tyler, who taught you to lie. james, who made you fear the sound of boots on tile. adrian, who was around long enough to almost feel like family—until he disappeared in the middle of the night, taking rent money with him.
you never met your dad—he could be dead for all you knew. to you he was just a name stamped on your birth certificate: the man who you share your legal last name with, and a ghost your mom cursed whenever rent was due.
you lived in motels, strangers’ homes, beat-up 1 bedroom trailers. you’ve slept on pull-out couches, tile floors with a thin blanket laid out, piles of dirty laundry— even in the back of a strangers pick-up truck. every time things got too real your mom bolted.
“we need a fresh new start.” she would tell you.
you stopped asking questions after the fifth move. by 16, you had mastered invisibility— fake smiles, quick responses, excuses for everything.
you don’t remember your childhood in full scenes— only in traumatizing flashbacks. the cold sting of the motel air. the taste of the cheap, off-brand cereal you would eat straight from the box. the distinct smell of bleach in the bathroom of every place you called “home.” watching your mom drink from the hidden flask in her purse, or pop pain-killers before breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
the men—there was always a man. you remember one— jeffery, maybe?— who yelled at you over a few crumbs on the counter. another called you “sweetheart” and stared a bit too long. another slammed a door too hard, the glass shattering. i had to clean up the floor afterward— bloody, and filled with glass shards.
at 16 you wrote the letter—
“i love you, but i have to live. i can’t just survive.”
then you were gone— hopped on the next bus, not caring where it took you. you’ve been drifting ever since. you never stay in one place— always moving. staying still is your biggest fear. you would rather fall-face first then stand still.
ever since you were a little girl your favorites were the “surprise trips to the beach” — where your mom would leave you alone for hours on end, walking the boardwalk with a guy she had met on some dating app. the ocean was the only thing that ever felt constant— never still. it seemed so simple, but it was never-ending. all of the animals that filled the sea— undiscovered mysteries. the ocean always left you questioning everything, but in the best way. it was your way to distract yourself for hours, researching about different parts of the ocean, various animals, strange tales— bermuda triangle, 91% of species undiscovered , 70% earths oxygen.
when you can’t sleep, you walk on the beach, letting the tide wash over your feet like a restart button. you love the sea— it doesn’t get to hold you; it just lets you live, breathe, and be.
you never said goodbye— it was never the end. you just kept moving—just like your mom taught you. the ocean never stilled; it was always moving. it made you feel comfortable—no judgment. the ocean never needed an explanation from you, and that’s why you trusted it.
xoxo, isa
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BLUE
CONTENT WARNING: smutty smut, smut-no plot, unprotected sex, p in v, pet names, edging, oral (f receiving), fingering, usage of safe word, and more …
“f-fuck baby” i choked out—chris’s hips drilling into mine. in each thrust he hits that spot that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“feel good baby?” chris quickens his pace eliciting louder moans from me. you love the feeling of chris’s cock filling you up. he knew your body like the back of your hand—he knew what you want, and how you want it.
“making my girl feel so good, huh?” he taunts you.
“s-so good, baby” you moan feeling yourself get closer and closer with each thrust. he pushed my knees up against chest, his thrust getting harder and sharper. “f-fuck, chris!” i shrieked, “m’so close,” you whined.
“yeah? y’gonna cum princess?” chris taunts quickening his pace.
“y-yes, so close,” you moaned squeezing your eyes shut.
Just as you were about to finish, chris’s hips come to a stop, causing you to whine.
“chris why-“ “shut up. you wanna cum? beg for it” Chris demands pounding back into you. you wrap your legs around chris’s waist pulling him by his neck, attaching your lips to his.
“i swear to god if you don’t start begging i’m not going to let you cum” chris demands into your mouth—reaching down and rubbing vicious circles on your clit.
“f-fuck please!” you squeal, “please let me c-cum,” you beg feeling a familiar knot grow in your stomach, “i’m begging you chris! please- ohhh” you beg— feeling yourself reaching your high the more and more your boyfriend pounds into you.
“y’close again, angel?” chris asks slowing his pace this time. you nod, and just as you felt yourself about to cum—he stops. this time you groan in annoyance
“chris please” you whine growing frustrated.
“beg.” Chris demanded in an aggressive, stirn voice.
“chris please let me cum, baby! please, i need it more than anything in the world right now.” you beg, but instead of him starting to fuck you again you feel him pull out of you.
“on all fours. now.” chris demands pulling himself up to his knees. you turn your body, getting onto all fours.
“she’s so wet, ma. just for me right?” chris asking running his fingers up and down your puffy folds
“yes, baby. all for you, my love” you say pushing your hips back—trying to get one of his fingers to a lip in.
chris chuckles at your anticipation, “patience, ma” he says teasing your folds.
“chris please, i need it so bad,” you said almost in tears. you moan when you feel his lips attach to your clit. he slowly flicks his tongue on your bundle of nerves while teasing your glistening slit.
“mmmmm” Chris hummed against you, sending vibrations through your body.
“fuck- c-chris! please, need your fingers too.” you moaned out as he continued teasing you.
chris slipped his finger in your hole and curling his fingers just right. he softly moans against your soaking core—sucking hard on your clit.
“ gonna c-cum” you warn—gripping on the sheets beneath you. just as you’re about to release he stops—again.
“chris please don’t stop. please i need it so bad.” you say a single tear running down your cheek.
you feel chris slam into you with no warning. his thrusts are harder, faster than before. chris watches as your ass jiggles each time his hips mee. “y’gonna let me cum inside?” he asks—giving you an unexpected slap to the ass.
“yes, cum inside of me” you yelped— hopeful he will let you finish this time. chris’ thrusts quickly grow sloppy—you can tell he’s close to finishing, “chris please,” you whine
chris’s hips come to a stop—you feel hot, thick ropes cum shoot deep inside of you. chris’s head falls back with a groan. he quickly pulled out of you—leaving you unfinished, and leaking cum.
“chris you’re really starting to piss me o-“ you got cut off by his tongue licking up your folds.
“patience, baby” he says into your leaking pussy.
“chris! you have been edging me all night,” you groaned. you turned to look behind your shoulder, “what are you doing?” you ask as he digs in your nightstand. he pulls out a bullet vibrator—pressing it against your sensitive clit and clicking it on.
“oh god-“ you moan out completely caught off guard. “chris!” you whimper— back arching—as the knot in your stomach starts to build, it stops.
chris turns off the vibrator for what felt like an eternity, “so wet for me,” chris smirks placing the vibrator back in your clit. “you gonna beg me to let you cum like the angel you are?” chris asks turning off the vibrator again.
“please chris,” you whine as he turns the vibrator back on. “please” you beg, “need to cum” you said grabbing his wrist hoping it would stay in place—he kept the vibrator in place rubbing circles on your clit with it. the knot in your stomach starts to build again, and chris watches as you clench around nothing.
“s-so close! please don’t stop!” you choke out—panting and unable to steady your breathing from all the pleasure. you grip the sheets preparing yourself for a long awaited orgasm—your about to release chris turns off the vibrator again.
“blue, blue, blue!” you whine— chris’s demeanor immediately changing
“fuck, are you ok?” chris asks helping you up to sit.
“m’okay, my love. just need to cum so bad.” you pout looking up at him with innocent eyes, “need you, chris…”
“m’sorry, angel. use me to get yourself off.” chris says laying back. you don’t hesitate to swing a leg over him—straddling his hips, and immediately slamming your lips on his. you make out with him sloppily— slowing grind yourself against his hard-on, eliciting moans from both of you.
you grab his dick, guiding his tip up and down your folds collecting your juices, before you slowly sink down on his cock. you begin slowly rocking your hips on chris’s cock.
chris’s hands explore your body. he plays around with your tits—taking your nipple into his mouth, nibbling at it. “fuck, baby,” you whine— the pain and pleasure shooting through you.
he grabs onto your hips, lifting you up and dropping you back down on his length. you feel that familiar knot growing in your stomach for what felt like the millionth time tonight. you start bouncing your faster—the muscles in your thighs start to burn, your movements growing sloppier.
“tired, princess?” chris asks smiling up at you, rubbing your cheek. you nod watching his gaze grow darker. chris grabs both of your hips— stilling your movements as he starts to thrust himself into you.
it didn’t take long for both of you to start reaching your orgasms— your moans getting louder and chris’s thrusts sloppy.
“nmm, fuck baby. m’so close,” chris groaned, “y’close?” he looks up at your fucked out face—you nod.
your mouth falls open as your overtaken by pleasure. you feel the knot in your stomach finally snap— cumming all over your boyfriend’s cock. chris follows right behind you, delivering one final thrust before he paints your walls for the 2nd time tonight.
you collapse on his chest panting—trying to catch your breath. chris’s hand snaked up into your hair and slowly runs his fingers through small knots. the silence in the room is loud, but comfortable.
“m’sorry again, love.” he breaks the silence.
“s’okay, baby… just didn’t know if you were going to let me cum.” resting your face on his chest to look at him.
“don’t think i knew either.” he chuckles.
“gonna run us a shower.” he says tapping your leg. you roll off him, onto your back admiring his naked form as he walks over to his bathroom.
he walks over to his dresser, pulling out towels and a change of clothes for both of you. he turns to say something, when he catches you staring at him.
“love you, baby.”
“love you more, angel.”
xoxo, isa
a/n: first fic kinda nervy
dividers by: @/strangergraphics
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PAVEMENT DOESNT TALK BACK
CONTENT WARNING: angst, heavy-plot, childhood trauma, abandonment, alcohol use, divorce, conflict (yelling), absent father (kinda), emotional isolation.
the cycle is never ending—never a moment of silence. always the yelling, screaming, crying. days on end chris would spend his days hiding in the corner of his room; knees pulled to chest and hands over his ears to muffle the arguing. silent tears falling down his cheek, while he hummed himself the lullaby his mom would sing him to sleep for any sense of comfort.
by the time chris was 10 he learned to tune out the yells by blasting music through old headphones and disappearing for hours on end outside. he would spend his time walking around the neighborhood, watching as stray cats crossed the street or birds dug through trash cans. when he would return home the house would finally be silent; either the car in the driveway gone, or one of his parents asleep on the small recliner in the living room.
when he was 12 he found an old chipped away skateboard in his neighbors trashcan. that board quickly became his therapy—practicing every night he was out. every scrape and bruise was easier than what waited for him at home; at least when he hit the pavement, it made sense.
when he was 13 the divorce came—long, messy, and loud. his mom kept the house, his dad got bitter. and chris? he ignored it. that’s all he could do at this point, moving back and forth amidst the chaos that always filled the home.
it felt like he was taking blow after blow. the final punch came when his older brother — the one person he trusted — left without looking back. chris didn’t ask why. didn’t reach out. he just stopped expecting people to stay.
chris sat on the curb in front of his house that night—headphones on, board between his legs, hoodie up. He tried his best not to break down in tears, because his mom was too drunk to notice, and he had no one left to care if he did.
after that, life spiraled. his mom wouldn’t pretend anymore—started to drink all the time. she started with wine, then moved to cheap vodka straight out the bottle. she would forget to buy groceries, pay bills, cook. chris was left picking up the pieces everytime she fell apart.
he would skate until the sun went down, always testing the limit— occasionally until the cops told him to go home. even now, at 19, the park is where he finds his few moments of silence. the board is where he finds his few moments of peace—the only thing that doesn’t expect him to change, or be somebody he’s not.
his dad would show up once every 6 months—maybe. always unannounced. he’d show up with his new girlfriend in a shiny new car, acting like nothing changed. he always says things like,
“how’s your mom doing?”
“still skating, huh?”
“you still mad at me?”
chris stopped answering. now he just shrugs and walks away. it’s not that he hates his dad—he just doesn’t care. which is somehow, is much worse.
his brother lives in another state now— at least that’s what his dad told him. chris wouldn’t know. chris hasn’t talked to his brother in 4 years. for all he knows, he could have a family by now, and chris wouldn’t know shit. he tried reaching out—once—on his 17th brother. straight to voicemail. chris didn’t try again after that.
chris is the kind of kid who taught himself how to stitch his own wounds, never asks for help, and feels most at peace on the board. he doesn’t hover or expect anything from anyone anymore—not after the way he’s always been let down.
he’s skeptical of anything that looks like love. he keeps his circle small and distracts himself at the park. he doesn’t trust people— not easily. but he still watches them like maybe— just maybe— someone will prove him wrong.
xoxo, isa
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FIRST
♲︎⚠︎✇ content warning: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, risky sex, pet names, secret relationship, mentions of betrayal?
you were home alone, sitting on the couch watching tv. you were wearing a pair of boxers that complimented your figure well, and a black tank top that didn’t cover much cleavage. your hair was thrown up into a messy bun, and you were wearing your glasses with no makeup on. due to it just being you at home you didn’t care how unpresentable you looked, you weren’t expecting company.
so, you were surprised to say the least, when your front door flung open. your brother, nate, and his best friend, matt, stood at the door with an insane amount of grocery bags in their hands.
“umm, what the fuck?” you said furrowing your brows watching your brother struggle to get threw the door.
“we got a bunch of snacks and plenty of shit to make dinner for the next, what? five nights?” nate said walking over to the counter and putting the bags down.
“i thought yall were getting home for another hour or two??” you said confused
“yeah, neither did we, but we got hella food. we got you baja blast, and like 8 bags of hot fries.” matt said following nates lead.
“awww, you guys love me.” you smiled big and threw the blanket off of you getting up off the couch.
“nah we tolerate you. the food is so you can shut the fuck up while we are here for the next week.” nate said giving you a smile back.
“week?? the fuck, i thought you were only here for a couple of days?” you said turning your attention to matt, but when you looked over at him, he was already staring at you intensely. his eyes traveling places they shouldn’t. it was obvious he was looking at your tits and ass. they were practically on display.
“uhh yea- i uh- plans ch-changed.” matt replied wide eyed, he forced himself to look away and smile awkwardly at nate.
“dude, you realize that’s my little sister and i’m right here.” nate said shaking his head at matt
“sorry i just wasn’t expecting- i mean not that it’s not- i don’t know i-i just, ummm-.” matt struggled to find the words, and you still standing right in front of him dressed like that really made it hard for him.
“i uh- im going to go to the bathroom.” matt finally said. he couldn’t have rushed out of the kitchen faster, pushing you a little while speeding to the bathroom.
“ummm ok, anyways, why is he here for a week?? i thought it was only like three days??” you asked nate tilting your head
“not sure, he just called this morning asking if he could stay longer. i mean, not that i’m complaining though.” nate said starting to through the grocery bags and put things away.
“but could you do me a favor, and while he’s here can you like wear real clothes,” he said.
“sure. i wasn’t expecting you guys to be here so early or else i would have looked more… presentable?” you laughed softly, “i’m going to go change right now though.” you continued spinning on your heals and going towards the hallway.
the bathroom matt happened to be in was right next to your room, and as you were walking by you thought you heard whining coming from the bathroom. you stopped dead in your tracks in front of the bathroom door. you listened for anything else, and just as you were about to walk away you heard matt whimper. your eyes widened and your pulse quickened. i listened in a little more. soft moans and whispered cusses.
you have had the fattest crush on matt since you were little. so the fact you had managed to get him hard from just a simple outfit was kinda hot and pathetic.
you were pulled out of deep thought by matt moaning softly. “fuuuck y/n.”
you smirked when you heard him moan your name. he was jerking off thinking about you? you were honored.
you went off to your room pretending you heard nothing. you changed into a pair of gray sweats, and a black oversized hoodie. you were scrolling on your phone when you heard soft knocks on your door. “COME IN!” you yelled, and you were met with matt.
“hey um.. i’m really sorry about earlier,” he said just above a whisper. “if i made you uncomfortable i apologize i just wasn’t expecting you to be wearing.. that.” he continued to speak softly. you could tell he was genuine, but apart of you was wondering if he felt so guilty not only because he got hard at the thought of you but he jerked off at the thought of you.
“it’s fine matt.” you said smiling at him, “i’m not mad or uncomfortable at all.”
“okay, just making sure we were still good.” he said smiling back at me before taking a step back.
“of course.”
2 hours later
i had been camping out in my room for the past couple of hours. you could not get matt out of your head. you thought it was silly of you to be overthinking it the way you were. any man would have reacted that way. i mean men only have so much self control when it comes to shit like that.
your thoughts were interrupted again by the front door opening and closing. you had assumed it was the boys, so you left your room under the assumption it was just you in the house again.. you walked down the hallway, and when you got to the living room you were met with the one and only.
“oh, hey! nate just left to.. um actually you don’t wanna know what he’s doing, but he’s going to be gone for awhile so it’s just you and me for a bit kid.” matt says smiling up at you. he’s sitting on your couch, phone in hand with his hand resting comfortably on the back of the couch.
“oh. okay! that’s fine! i was just coming to get some food, and probably go back up to my room.” you said walking past him into the kitchen, but you hear him trailing behind you.
“what you don’t wanna hang out with me?” he asked with a playful frown growing on his face.
it’s not that you didn’t want to hang out with matt. usually you would jump at that opportunity, but considering you couldn’t get him jerking off out of your head, you didn’t think it was the best idea.
“oh no it’s not that. it’s just,” you paused not knowing what excuse to use.
“is it because of what happened earlier?? i’m really so-“ “no.”
“oh..” he said standing awkwardly, “are you sure??” he asked rubbing the back of his neck, “because i can only control myself so much, especially when if you were dressed like-“ but he stopped talking when he looked up to see you smirking at him, you were assumed with how frantic he was.
“wait a minute, maybe you wore that on purpose.. maybe you wanted me to get all hard and shit in front of your brother, huh?” he said suddenly completely catching you off guard.
“what? no i really didn’t kno-“ “i mean it would make sense, you just wanted attention? you always did have a crush on me.” he cut you off.
“i don’t have a crush on you?” you said in a matter of fact tome.
“yeah ya’ do princess, it’s kinda obvious. some might even say your.. obsessed with me? hm?” he said stepping toward you.
“rich coming from you.” you scoffed rolling your eyes and taking a step back.
“and why is that, ms. attitude?” he said tilting his head, your sudden mood shift catching him off guard
“you act like you weren’t whimpering my name like a little bitch jerking off in my bathroom earlier.” you said raising your eyebrows in amusement as you see the smirk wash off his face immediately.
“i don’t know what your talking about.” he said simply, his demeanor immediately changing.
“oh what’s wrong baby?? you can dish it but not take it?? don’t get all shy on me now pretty boy.” you teased him walking over to him slowly.
he looked completely shocked. jaw slack and eyes wide. he was walking backward as you were walking forward until he hit the couch. he instinctively plopped down on the couch, grabbing you by your hips and bringing you to straddle him.
“i’m not shy, princess. i think the real question is, can you take it?” he said smirking up at you grabbing your hips and guiding you to grind down on his clothed half hard dick.
you brought your hands to rest on his shoulders as you slowly started rolling your hips on his now fully hardened cock. you were sure matt could feel the pool of heat in between your legs. when you went to check if you were leaving a wet patch on his jeans, he grabbed your jaw forcing you to look at him, pulling you into the first kiss. it started off slow, no tongue just your lips pressed together. you pulled back to look up at him, but he immediately brought you back crashing your lips back together. this time way more heated than the first. he bit on your bottom lip and shoving his tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan into his mouth.
you pull away to catch your breath, still grinding on his hard on. “m-matt we shouldn’t.” you said looking up at him with a dazed expression, but you didn’t stop your movements.
he just smirked at you, and started kissing down your jaw and onto your neck. biting and sucking at your tanned skin, definitely leaving marks. “f-fuck matt, i’m serious. n-nate would kill us.” you said still not stopping.
“i know he would, wouldn’t he?” he said in between kisses, “he would be.. so pissed.. if he knew how i had you right now.. huh princess?” he continued biting and sucking at your skin.
you knew it was wrong. your brothers best friend, but you couldn’t help but love the thrill of risk. nathan would absolutely kill both of you, but the sex was all you really cared about in the moment. because once you felt matt’s hands traveling up your top, all your sane thought left your mind.
his hands starting on your back traveling around to your front, slowly looking for your boobs. once he found what he was looking for, he slowly rolled your hard nipple between his fingers causing you to whimper. you loved the pain, the pleasure, the risk, the excitement.
“princess..” matt said between kisses
“hmmmmm”
“we need to go to your room.. now.” he said as you nodded.
he quickly lifted both of you guys off the couch, your arms and legs instinctively wrapping around him as he carried you two to your room.
he threw you onto your mattress, and immediately ripping off his shirt and working at his belt. you followed him taking off your hoodie to reveal your tits to him, and your sweats. leaving you both in your underwear.
“holy- f-fuck.” matt said looking at your fully exposed chest.
you love the way matt looked at you in that moment, mesmerized, like you were the most beautiful thing he had seen.
you crawled to the end of your bed, and you lifted onto your knees, matt quickly making his way over to your bed and you guys slammed together perfectly. matt lifted you up by your thighs, laying you down on the bed and hovering over you. both of your guys’ lips moving in sync.
matt’s hands started to travel, starting at your hair and slowly moving down. he found his way to your chest, disconnecting your guys lips and looking down at the sight. watching his hands squeezing your boobs and playing with your nipple. he slowly takes your boob into your mouth, sucking and nibbling at the nub.
moans leaving your mouth left and right as you feel matt’s hand slowly traveling down to your core. he cupped your heat, and experimentally applying pressure. your hips bucked onto his hand try to create any kind of friction. matt took the hint and immediately started rubbing slow circles on your clothed clit.
“f-fuck- matt” you whimpered. he sped up his movements, his cock strained against his boxers begging to be freed.
“what, baby?” he said smiling looking at your expression, your lip tucked between your teeth and your eyes screwed shut.
matt gripped onto your jaw tight causing your eyes to immediately opened. “look at me baby,” he said giving you a warm smile. like he was looking at something adorable. “tell me what you want, princess.”
“you. all of y-you matt, i need your- oh fuck- i need your cock so bad.” you choked out, as matt’s movements grew insanely fast.
“your wish is my command, baby.” matt said immediately ripping off your panties. he parted your legs more and taking in the sight of your glistening core.
“fuck, princess. your so wet,” he said spreading you open. he took off his boxers shortly after adding to the pile of clothes. he pulled you closer to him by your legs, running his fingers along your folds.
“so beautiful,” matt spoke quietly. he almost looked as if he was in a trance. just staring at himself toy with your folds, collecting most of your arousal. suddenly his head snapped up, and his eyes immediately meeting yours. “how do you want me, baby?”
you wrapped your legs around his torso, and reached up to grab his neck to pull him down to a kiss. you felt his dick poking into the inside of your thigh. you reached down and slowly started to palm him.
“shit- we don’t have time for this, princess.” matt said grabbing his dick and running himself along your folds collecting as much of your wetness he could before slowly pushing into you.
matt was big. statistically huge. so when he started entering you slowly, you couldn’t help but whimper at the pain.
“it’s okay baby. i know, your doing so good though.” he reassured you, stroking your hair.
“almost there, halfway.” he said rubbing circling into your thighs continuing to slowly push into you.
once he bottoms out you both sighed of relief. he slowly started to fuck into you, and quickly the pain turned into pleasure.
“fuck matt- m-more,” you moaned,
“more what, princess?” he asked trying to fulfill your needs fully.
“f-faster,” you clarified, and as soon as he picked up his pace your eyes rolled into the back of your head.
sex with matt was amazing, the excitement of the risk making it ten times better, but the fact that it was the boy you have had a crush on since forever made the sex incredible.
your pants and moans started to get out of hand, screaming his name like it was a chant.
“that’s right, baby. let everyone know who’s making your pretty little pussy feel good. who’s pussy is this?” he whispered into your ear.
“f-fuck matt- all yours-“ just as those words left your mouth you heard the sound of a car locking. you immediately look up at matt wide eyed, who slapped his hand over your mouth, but didn’t let up his movements.
“m-matt-“ you said looking down at where you two were connected. you were in a state of panic, but when you saw the way matt’s cock was disappearing into your pussy, you couldn’t help but let out a moan at the sight. luckily it was muffled due to matt’s hand being over your mouth.
“i’m not stopping until your finished baby. i’ll stay here buried deep in this pussy all night if i have to.” he grunted, you chucked at this.
“horny fuck,” you said muffled, but it had a bite to it. as soon as you said that, matt pulled out almost all the way and then slammed back into you.
“what was that?” he said, but all you could do was moan out. “f-fuck do that again.” you said looking up at him through your lashes.
matt opened his mouth to respond but was stopped by banging on your door.
“why the fuck is your door locked?” you heard your brother nate say continuing to bang on your door.
matt looked at me wide eyed, and slowly lifted his hand off my mouth. i bit my lip to stop the moan that was bubbling up inside of me from coming out. you pulled yourself together enough to be able to respond to your brother while matt was still plowing into you.
“what do you need, nate?”
“where the fuck is matt at? and why is your door locked?” he said jiggling your door handle.
“i’m getting changed, and i don’t know where the fuck your friend is.” you spat out as quickly as you could.
“dude hurry up and open the fucking door.” nate said, you watched at the small crack under your door waiting for nate to walk away and he never did.
unfortunately, you felt the knot in your stomach start to build. you looked up at matt who was lost in the pleasure. “i’m gonna cum.” you whispered to him, and he just nodded in agreement. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you felt yourself start to shake.
“dude come the fuck on.” nate said a little more demanding and still pounding on the door.
“fuck, i’m coming.” you said luckily not raising suspicion to nate. matt slapped his hand back over your mouth. matt pulled out and slowly started pumping himself. thick ropes of cum quickly came from his tip covering your abdomen.
as soon as you felt yourself come down you threw on the first shirt you saw, along with your underwear and made your way to the door with shaky legs. you turned around to tell matt to hide, but he was gone. all you saw was your window open, so you swung your door open.
“what?” you said said putting one hand on your hips and the other on your wall to stable yourself
“dude gross?? put fucking pants on maybe?” nate said putting his hands in front of his face to block out your bottom half.
“well i told you i was changing, and you were so adamant about me opening my fucking door, so?” you shrugged at him pressing your lips together.
“woah where did your pants go?” matt suddenly appeared behind nate with a huge smile on his face.
“where the fuck were you at?” nate said crossing his arms and walking up to matt.
“the bathroom?” matt said with a bit of an attitude.
“oh.” was the only response nate found, “well whatever, let’s go play fortnite or something.” nate said walking away.
“kay,” matt said watching him walk down the hallway before quickly turning to me, “you okay?” he said walking up to me, slowly snaking his arms around my waist.
you smiled up at him, my cheeks burning up. “yeah, i’m amazing,” you said putting your arms around his neck.
“good.” matt said pressing his lips to mine in a soft and slow kiss.
“maaaaatt, cmon.” nate yelled from downstairs.
“cockblocker.” matt whisper smiling down at me, before turning away, “coming,” he said walking towards the stairs.
you turned around, and shut your door. you slowly pressed your back against it and slid down with a wide smile on your face. your mind was everywhere. matthew sturniolo was just inside of you no more than five minutes ago.
holy. fucking. shit.
xoxo, isa
dividers by @/strangergraphics
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────── ⋮ ⌗ LET ME . . . ⟢ ARTIST.ᐟCHRIS ᵎᵎ
CONTENTS: smut-heavy plot, artist!chris x star!reader, slow-ish tension build?, oral (m receiving), fingering, + more . . . WC: 4.6k
chris had been insufferable ever since he got the piercing. hands and knees begging. kissing up her thighs while whining into her skin. throwing himself around like he was being punished for something. and every time he asked, she told him no.
it wasn’t about teasing him, she just wasn’t trying to deal with a swollen, infected lip over something that could wait a few weeks. no matter how dramatic he got about it. no matter how many times he said it didn’t hurt anymore, how many times he cupped her face with both hands and whispered how much he missed her.
“please just let me show you,” he’d say. “it’s fine, star. i swear. i’ve been rinsing it. i already googled everything. it’s literally not even red anymore.”
she’d roll her eyes, push his hand off her thigh, pretend she wasn’t clenching her legs under the blanket. the worst part for the both of them was that he knew. he could see it every time. the way her eyes flicked down to his mouth. the way her breath hitched when he licked his lips. the way her fingers twitched when he sucked on the hoop during an argument just to piss her off. he wanted her to give in, and he wouldn’t stop until she did.
and she was doing really good for the most part but he was wearing her down.
she was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, fresh out of the shower, one of his shirts hanging low over her thighs and the sleeves pushed halfway up her arms. her hair was still damp, strands sticking to the back of her neck, a little curl clinging to her cheek while she leaned over the sink brushing her teeth. the mirror was fogged in the corners but she hadn’t bothered to wipe it completely. she was too focused on the mint burning her tongue and the sting of warm skin meeting cooler air.
she heard him come in but didn’t say anything, just glanced up through the mirror, toothbrush still in her mouth. he was standing in the doorway with that same look he’d been giving her for weeks now — the one that landed somewhere between starved and guilty, like he wanted to ask for something and already knew he shouldn’t. she watched him while he stared at her legs, then her ass, then slowly dragged his gaze back up to her face.
her eyes dropped to his mouth before she could stop herself and there it was, that little twitch of his fingers, fidgeting with the ring again. she shook her head slowly and spit the toothpaste into the sink. rinsed, wiped her face with the towel slung over the counter, then pushed her hair back with both hands. she was trying to cool herself down, but it wasn’t working. not with him still looking at her like that.
she turned toward him slowly, leaned back against the counter with her arms still raised, fingers threaded through her hair like she couldn’t figure out what to do with them. her legs crossed at the ankles, skin still damp, lips a little tingly from brushing too hard. she didn’t say anything — just looked at him through her lashes, waiting to see who would speak first.
chris stepped in closer, not too close but enough that she had to tilt her head a little to keep her eyes on his. his hand came up to scratch at the back of his neck, the tension in his jaw completely giving him away. his other hand hovered for a second before settling on her waist, thumb rubbing slow over the soft fabric.
“bugs knocked out cold on the couch,” he mumbled, eyes dropping to her mouth for half a second before flicking back up.
star sighed, finally letting her arms fall from her head, hands brushing against her thighs as she shifted her weight against the counter. “finally,” she said under her breath, a small smile tugging at her lips. “can’t believe she had us up at five in the morning. i don’t remember having that much energy as a seven year old.”
chris huffed out a laugh, his gaze dropped again, lingered this time, not just on her mouth but lower, taking in the way her bare legs brushed together when she moved.
“you tired?” he asked, soft, almost testing her.
she shook her head, “not really.”
his hands slid a little lower, fingertips resting on the backs of her thighs like he was waiting for her to pull away but she didn’t. she just looked at him, still quiet and he swore his heart was in his throat.
“you hungry?”
she raised a brow, amused, brushing her thumb along the side of her nose. “no. just brushed my teeth.”
he nodded, like he expected that answer, then leaned in a little more, the warmth of his breath brushing her collarbone. “thirsty?”
she scoffed, lips twitching as she tilted her head. “what are you getting at, chris?”
he shrugged with a crooked smile, all sheepish and boyish. “nothin’. just checkin’.”
she gave him a look, one that usually came with a sigh before she gave into whatever he was asking for. and that’s exactly what happened. she rolled her eyes, let her hands slide up the sides of his ribs, then said, “you’re so annoying,” but it came out quieter than she meant it to.
he grinned, took her hand, and tugged her toward the hallway, gentle but insistent. she followed without arguing, feet light on the floor, the house was dim and warm around them. as they passed the living room, she caught sight of lila knocked out on the couch, one arm thrown above her head, the other hugging bunny to her chest. bluey was still playing on the tv, volume low, colors flickering across the ceiling.
star smiled at the sight and let chris lead her past it and down the hall, her fingers tightening just slightly in his. when they stepped into his room, he let go of her hand to shut the door behind them, the click of it settling into place sending a little flutter through her chest. she made her way toward the bed without looking back, pulling the shirt down at the hem to cover her lack of bottoms as she climbed onto the mattress, knees sinking into the familiar dip where she always slept. chris followed behind her quietly before smacking the curve of her ass as she started to crawl forward.
she paused mid movement, glancing back over her shoulder with a flat look. “really?”
he just smiled, all teeth and no apology, before moving to stand at the edge of the bed, watching her as she settled back against the headboard. her legs were bent loosely, one knee up, arms draped over her stomach. she stared at him, silent, taking him in.
chris climbed onto the mattress slowly, hands pressed into the sheets on either side of her legs. he nudged one of her knees open with his shoulder, the other with his hand, forcing her thighs to part just enough for him to slot himself in between, laying there with his chin resting right on her stomach.
her hands found his hair like muscle memory. slow and gentle at first, fingers slipping into the curls at the back of his head, nails grazing against his scalp just lightly enough to make him sigh into her skin. his eyes fluttered closed, his lips brushing against the fabric of her shirt, and for a second he didn’t move at all.
she could feel the warmth of his breath through the cotton, the slow rise and fall of his chest as he relaxed into her. she scratched a little deeper, dragging her nails through his hair until his arms curled tighter around her waist and he let out the softest, most pathetic noise into her stomach. it was low and breathy, not even really a sound, more like something he let slip without meaning to, and she felt it in her clit before her brain even registered it. her thighs flexed slightly around his ribs, just for a second, enough for him to notice but not enough to acknowledge it out loud.
she cleared her throat, played it off, let her fingers slide lazily through the curls near the crown of his head.
“you ever get that new… what was it… throttle position sensor?” she asked, voice slow like she wasn’t entirely sure if she was remembering it right. “you said yours was sticking.”
he blinked against her shirt, paused for a second, then pulled his head back just enough to look at her, brows drawn. “what?”
she raised an eyebrow. “the sensor thingy. on the—whatever—the intake something.”
he just stared at her for a second, jaw slack, then shook his head with a little scoff. “you actually pay attention when i talk about car shit?”
she gasped and shoved his head lightly with both hands. “of course i do.”
“you always act like you’re about to die of boredom anytime i start talkin’ about my car.”
“yeah,” she smiled, “but i still listen.”
he grinned, all smug and sweet, eyes low as he let his head rest back on her stomach, nuzzling into her like he’d just been handed a blanket and a warm place to sleep. his lips brushed against the cotton again, and his hands started moving without him thinking, smoothing up the outside of her thighs and back down again.
“still, can’t believe you remembered that,” he murmured, fingers pausing just above her knee before trailing back up slowly. “the throttle sensor thingy.”
she shrugged, barely, like it wasn’t a big deal. “you were pissed about it for like three days. kinda hard to forget.”
he smiled, eyes flicking up toward her again. “i can never tell if you’re actually listening when i talk about that stuff. you zone out, your face does this… thing.”
she blinked at him, already offended. “what thing?”
he lifted his head just slightly, still resting most of his weight on her stomach, and pulled the most exaggerated blank expression he could manage — eyes half lidded, mouth parted, lips slack like he’d just forgotten how to function. he blinked once, slow like his brain had completely powered down.
“you look like this,” he said, voice flat to match the look on his face. “every time. like i’m giving a lecture in a language you don’t speak.”
she let out a sharp laugh, palm flying to the top of his head to shove him back down. “you’re such an asshole.”
he grinned into the fabric of her shirt, shoulders shaking. “but it’s true.”
“you’re insane if you think that’s what my face looks like.”
“that’s exactly what it looks like,” he mumbled, kissing just beneath her ribs. “you did it when i talked about the ac last week. and when i said the brake pads were squeaking. and when i told you i needed a new belt—”
“okay, fine,” she cut in, laughing now, “you talk about your car too much, what do you want from me?”
“i want you to let me eat you out.”
his voice had softened again, quieter this time, like the teasing was over and he meant it more than ever now.
“please.”
her breath caught, just for a second, enough to make her chest stutter under his cheek. her fingers twitched in his hair.
“i al—”
“jus’ miss you so bad, baby,” he murmured, cutting her off before she could finish the sentence. “s’not fair.”
he shifted lower as he said it, dragging his mouth down the front of her shirt until he hit the hem. his hands slid beneath it at the same time, warm palms skating over the backs of her thighs as he moved down the bed, nose brushing along the soft skin of her stomach before it disappeared below the fabric completely and his head settled between her legs.
he kissed the inside of her thigh first, then again a little closer to the edge of her underwear. his hands were gripping her hips now, firm but not forceful, thumbs brushing slow circles over her skin like he was trying to soothe her into saying yes.
she sighed, fingers slipping from his hair and falling to her lap.
“chris…”
he paused, lips resting against her skin, eyes lifting toward her.
“i really would rather you wait until it’s fully healed,” she said, gentle but certain, her hand finding his shoulder like she needed to feel him while she said it. “i don’t need you to do anything. i’m okay, really.”
he blinked up at her, pressed another kiss to her inner thigh, then shook his head just barely
“who said it’s for you?”
her stomach flipped, thighs twitching around his shoulders.
“please, baby. i need it.”
he kept his eyes on her as he spoke, voice low and slightly shaky, mouth dragging along her skin again like he couldn’t help himself. the ring didn’t hurt anymore, it hadn’t for a minute, he could barely even feel it. but even if it did, even if it tugged or stung or swelled, he didn’t care. he’d been thinking about her for too long. he just needed to feel close.
“miss the sounds you make,” he whispered, lips brushing her knee, “miss how you get all shy for me—”
he kissed a little lower, her hand slid back into his hair and her fingers tightened. her thighs twitched again, then slowly parted further, not much but enough to make his breath catch.
“miss how soft you get when you’re close,” he murmured, voice breaking a little as his mouth opened more, tongue just barely grazing her skin now. the trail of kisses turned messier, needier.
“miss the way you hold onto me when you cum“
her breath hitched, a soft whimper slipping from her mouth before she could catch it, and it just about undid him. his hands slid up her thighs again, squeezing gently, lips moving with more pressure now, more purpose, closer and closer until he was nuzzling the thin fabric of her underwear, mouthing against it like he could already taste her through it and she sucked in a breath, her chest rising and falling quickly.
“if it hurts you,” she started, voice barely above a whisper, “you have to promise you’ll stop. and you have to clean it immediately after, i’m not—”
“yeah yeah,” he rushed out, eyes still locked on her, pupils blown, “clean it, i will, swear, c’mon—”
his fingers hooked into the side of her underwear and he tapped her hip gently, a little impatient, a little desperate. she lifted them just enough for him to pull the fabric to the side, her hips tilting slightly like her body had already decided for her. chris let out a shaky breath, one he didn’t even try to hold in, his eyes locked on the wet patch that had formed against the cotton, his mouth dragging along the inside of her thigh again as he pushed the fabric out of the way.
“fuuuuuck,” he whispered, so low it barely landed in the space between them
he didn’t waste time, didn’t try to tease, just lowered his head and kissed her pussy once, the heat of it making her jolt before she could stop herself. he kissed her again, open mouthed this time, tongue slipping out to part her gently, tasting her like he’d been craving it for weeks. which he had and every part of him showed it.
his hands curled tighter around her thighs, keeping them spread, thumbs brushing along her skin as he licked again, slower now, more focused. her hips twitched and her fingers found his hair, grip firm, pulling lightly like she needed something to anchor her. his lip ring was cool at first, but it warmed quickly against her skin, barely noticeable with the way his mouth moved.
he moaned into her, loud enough to make her eyes flutter. he didn’t even realize he did it, just kept going, kept licking, kept dragging the flat of his tongue from her entrance up to her clit and back again like he was starving.
her head tipped back, mouth falling open, one hand gripping the pillow behind her. she tried to stay quiet, tried to keep the noises in her throat, but one slipped out anyway.
soft and breathy at first, barely there, but when his tongue circled her clit again — another followed. higher this time, a whine caught halfway between a moan and his name.
“baby…”
he groaned, tongue flattening against her as he licked up and through her folds, collecting everything she gave him and diving right back in. the sound of it was obscene, his mouth loud and wet, the quiet rhythm of his breath through his nose only broken when he shifted to kiss at her clit again.
she whimpered, legs tightening around him, her hips starting to roll without thought, chasing every bit of pressure he gave her. he felt her start to lose it, her thighs trembling, her fingers tugging hard at his curls, her moans falling into a messy string of broken sounds — and just when her hips lifted again, like she was trying to grind down against his mouth harder, he pulled back.
not far, just enough to make her gasp and jolt, her body chasing the warmth of his mouth like it couldn’t stand the sudden distance.
“mm,” he breathed, grinning just slightly as he kissed her inner thigh. “i want you to talk to me, star.”
she blinked down at him, flushed and dazed, lips parted.
“tell me how you’re feeling,” he said, voice low and sweet, the kind of tone that made her want to cry if he kept it up too long. his fingers squeezed her thighs gently, mouth brushing just barely over her again. “need to hear you.”
she tried to swallow, tried to focus, but her brain was already half gone. her thighs trembled against his shoulders, her chest rising quick. she looked down at him, eyes glossy, fingers still tangled in his hair like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away just to breathe.
“chris,” she whispered, breath hitching when he kissed her again, light and barely there, right over her clit. “feels…feels really fucking good.”
he hummed, satisfied, licking slow and soft, just enough to make her twitch. “yeah?”
“yeah,” she managed, her voice shaky, almost quiet enough to disappear into the room. “feels so good. been thinking about it since…”
she didn’t finish the sentence, just let out a high little moan when he circled his tongue again, slow and focused, drawing patterns that had her legs starting to shake.
“since what?” he mumbled, pressing a kiss right to her entrance, warm and open and messy. “say it.”
“since the day we did it,” she gasped, hips rolling against his mouth without meaning to. “you wouldn’t shut up and i still wanted you so bad.”
he smiled into her, “you shoulda let me.”
“ would’ve made it swell worse,” she moaned, the words slipping out fast. “if not, i would’ve let you do anything.”
that did something to him. his grip tightened on her thighs, his mouth getting messier now, tongue flicking over her clit in tighter circles, not pausing this time, not pulling back. he kept his eyes on her the whole time, watching the way her mouth dropped open again, how her head tipped back, how the moans got louder and sharper the longer he kept it up.
“god, chris, please,” she whimpered, voice breaking right around the edges. “feels so good, i’m gonna…”
he slid one finger into her with no warning, the slick heat of it pulling a soft gasp from her chest. her hips bucked and her thighs twitched, but what really got him was the way her voice cut off completely, her mouth still parted but silent now, like the stretch knocked the air out of her.
so he stilled and her eyes flew open, breath catching in her throat again when she felt him pause.
“no, no, wait,” she said quickly, voice rushed, panicked in the smallest way. “what—why did you stop?”
he pulled his mouth back, chin shiny, tongue dragging across his bottom lip as he looked up at her.
“i said i wanted to hear you,” he murmured, tone steady. “you get quiet and i stop.”
her jaw dropped, eyebrows furrowing like she didn’t know whether to cry or slap him.
“christopher.”
he smiled just a little, kissing the inside of her thigh again, his finger still deep inside her, barely moving. “not gonna ask again.”
she sucked in a breath, swallowed hard, her hips twitching beneath his hand as she looked down at him through heavy lashes. her cheeks felt hot, lips parted, hair sticking to her forehead
“okay,” she whispered, voice cracking. “okay—i will. just—please, don’t stop.”
that was all he needed before he pressed his mouth right back to her, tongue dragging and curled his finger at the same time, causing her to choke on another moan. her legs shook around him, her back arching slightly off the bed as she reached for his hair again.
“right there,” she gasped, barely able to get the words out, “oh my god, right there—don’t stop, please don’t stop”
he moaned into her again, louder this time, the vibration sending her nearly over the edge. he added another finger, easing her open while his tongue stayed steady, working soft circles against her clit, never losing rhythm.
“chris,” she whimpered, voice high and breathless, “more, i need more—please, please—”
he sped up his fingers, his mouth following suit, both of them more desperate now than ever. her praise pushed him over some kind of edge too, made him grip her harder, pull her closer, tongue flattening then flicking, over and over again.
“so fuckin’ good for me,” he mumbled against her, pulling back enough to speak, then licking back up with more pressure, her taste coating his mouth. “you sound so pretty like this, baby, fuck—don’t stop talkin’, come on”
she cried out, legs shaking now, the words tumbling out too fast and messy to hold back.
“i’m so close, so close—please, don’t stop…don’t stop, oh my god—”
chris groaned, tongue working faster now, fingers fucking into her slow and deep to balance it, her walls fluttering around him like they did every time she was right on the edge. he dragged his mouth up again to speak, his voice low and wrecked, his breath warm against her slick skin.
“don’t wanna stop ’til you’re fuckin’ cryin’,” he said, tone so soft it nearly sounded sweet. “wanna feel you grip my hair, baby. c’mon, can you do that for me?”
he dipped right back down before she could say anything, mouth messier now, he was everywhere — tongue, lips, fingers — and it was too much. her hands locked in his curls, tugging hard as her body started to tremble under him.
“chris—oh my god, please,” she sobbed out, voice cracking as the wave hit. her thighs clamped around his head, her back arched, the pressure breaking open like she couldn’t keep it in anymore. she moaned loud, then louder, her whole body shaking as she came.
and he didn’t stop, he kept going just like he said he would, licking through it, fingers curling inside her, chasing every bit of it like he could stretch it out.
“that’s it,” he whispered against her, breathless. “sound so fuckin’ pretty baby”, her cries turned to whimpers, her grip in his hair only tightening, and when her voice started to falter again he pressed his tongue right back to her clit.
she was trembling beneath him, thighs twitching every time his tongue made contact. her hand was still in his hair, grip loosening now, fingers sliding a little as her strength gave out. he felt it. the way her hips kept stuttering, the way her she started to go quiet, the way her chest was rising like she couldn’t catch a full breath.
he slowed it down, just slightly, softer licks now, gentle kisses pressed against her clit like he was soothing her through the aftershocks.
“you’re okay,” he murmured, voice hoarse, lips still brushing her. “i got you.”
she let out a shaky breath, one hand sliding to her stomach like she didn’t know what to do with it. her other was still in his hair, still curled there without pressure, just resting now. her eyes fluttered open for a second, then shut again as another little wave hit her. she whimpered quietly, her whole body clenching up once before relaxing again.
“still with me?” he asked, kissing the inside of her thigh, then again, then once more, slower each time.
“uh-huh,” she breathed, barely audible, her legs finally starting to relax. “just—fuck dude.”
chris let out a soft laugh into her thigh, one of his hands still stroking gently along the outside of it. he pressed one last kiss there before he pushed himself up, his curls messy, face completely wrecked, mouth and chin shiny with her arousal.
he tugged his shirt up awkwardly over his head, the hem catching on his shoulder for a second. she watched him through half lidded eyes, lips twitching, breath still uneven.
“what are you doing?” she asked, voice weak but teasing.
“gettin’ rid of the evidence,” he muttered, using the inside of the shirt to wipe his face first, rough cotton dragging over his skin as he winced at his own handiwork. he glanced down at her as he leaned in, hands moving gently, using the cleaner edge of the same shirt to clean her up next. slow and careful, soft little passes between her legs until she hissed and grabbed his wrist.
“okay, okay,” she mumbled. “sensitive.”
“sorry baby,” he said, even quieter now, leaning down to press a kiss to her knee.
he slid her underwear back into place like he wasn’t in a rush to be done with her, pulling the fabric gently, smoothing it with both thumbs. then he leaned forward and kissed her stomach. once just above the waistband, once in the center, and once a little higher before he finally dragged himself up over her.
she blinked at him as he hovered, then smiled as he dipped in to kiss her mouth. it was slow and messy, a little lazy, the kind of kiss that said thank you more than anything else. she could taste herself on his lips and she made a soft sound into his mouth that had him pulling her in tighter.
he pulled back just slightly, eyes still on hers, his voice smug.
“see? got what i wanted, you got head, and my lip’s just fine. could’ve totally let me do this earlier.”
she rolled her eyes, breath still heavy, one hand resting on his bare shoulder.
“god forbid i didn’t wanna fuck your lip up.”
he smiled, leaned in again and kissed her once more, then pressed a softer kiss to her cheek. “my sweet girl,” he whispered.
he started to settle beside her, knees dipping into the mattress like he was about to get comfortable, but her hand pushed weakly at his chest before he could get fully settled.
“no,” she said, eyes still closed, voice stern. “bathroom. now. clean it.”
he groaned dramatically, head dropping to her shoulder.
“star…”
“i’m serious,” she said, barely hiding her smile. “you swore.”
“i did,” he muttered, dragging himself up with the weight of a man twice his size. “i did swear. i’ll do it. i’m doing it now.”
“good,” she said, already curling up under the blanket.
he kissed her forehead before disappearing down the hall, still shirtless, and she smiled to herself in the dark.
authors note: this is longer than i originally planned for it to be, soooo sorry😭
WALLS DONT KEEP YOU WARM
starring chris sturniolo as skater!chris
starring you as drifter!reader
*this series will contain smut, angst, and fluff
in which… skater!chris is fighting the demons of his past. his childhood traumas. he’s guarded up and reserved. he keeps his circle small and is skeptical of anything that looks like love. that is until drifter!reader moves into town… being forced to talk to her because of volunteer work, they slowly grow closer. this leaves you with the questions… will he let his guard down?? will she finally let someone in?? what will happen??
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