warnings ---› lustꜝchris ⋆ sexual tension ⋆ blowjob ⋆ pet names ⋆switchꜝchris
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a/n: been a while since I wrote, but I missed feeding you my horny girlbloggers, yes I know it's short but hey I did my quickest
⤷lyk ---› english is not my first languageꜝ
"oh...oh fuuuck" chris dragged out as he lowered your head down his shaft, biting his lips as he felt your sweet mouth wrap around him
you were both drunk, thank god his apartment isn't far from the club. you know him, he could never turn down a good flirt, amd he could never leave it at that without capturing her to last longer.
not too long, just enough to have a sweeter night.
and thank god he made that decision because─ "mm yeah, take your time baby" he smirked, looking into your eyes before he sank your head down again.
you pulled back, taking a small gasp before you spit onto his tip, your hand moving up and down his cock the same pace as you mouth did, trying not to lose the high. "you like it?" you asked, looking up at him.
he fucking loved it, but he couldn't tell her that now could he? chris is not the type to finish fast, and he knows how to recognize a stubborn girl when he sees one.
"it feels nice," he leaned down, his thumb brushing against her lips, parting them slightly before you surprised him with sucking the finger in. you couldn't muffle that giggle when you saw him surpr- no, impressed.
"your lips felt better" "yeah?" "yeah."
the second he answered a shiver of lust ran through her, the kind chris feels constantly. "you want my mouth chris? is that it?" you probed as your hand moved faster. "I-" chris opened his mouth to answer but a whimper stopped him, you put more pressure into it, squeezing, tightening your grip on his dick.
"c'mon..." chris started, his breathing heavy "you gonna suck me again hm? gonna be good for me?" he tried to assert but you both knew that was him begging.
something euphoric washed over him when he saw you licking his leaking, bobbing your head up and down before he helped you, grabbing your hair as he fucked your face, unable to resist even when he heard the reflex noises. little did you know it turned both of you on.
chris rolled his eyes back as he ran his tongue over the inside of his cheek, trying not to bite himself to muffle the moans, he was co close, too close.
"holy shit y─ fuck you're awesome, fuck- you're so fucking good for me."
@humpster35 @chratts0pepsican @hannahsturniolo @skyeskyee @siennasturniolo ─ thank you for commenting on that post giving me the motivation to write this 🩶
his nails digged into the skin of your hips, lifting you up and down on his dick as he left open mouth kisses across your neck and chest trusting his hips up faster every other second.
"fuck chris, I'm close" you wailed, raising your head up and leaning closer to kiss his pink, swollen lips.
"mhm yeah, keep goin' baby" chris moved his face whisper to your ear, avoiding your lips as fast as he could.
he knew that a kiss would make him crumble, have him all wrapped around your finger from surrender to the lust and desire whos rushed through his body─
make him be attached. he couldn't.
so he continued whispering sweet things to your ear, letting you sink into the feeling. "fuck" he breathed out muffledly. "so fucking good."
he was struggling so hard not to come when you moved his hands off so you could rock your hips up and down on him, so mesmerized and desperate that all he could do is stare at you.
stare at the way your tits bounced a little after every shift you make, and how your hands roamed up his chest to his face, cradling it so softly yet tenderly.
both of you had bloodshot eyes from all the alcohol and weed in your system, but the little red around his pupils was so seductive, you just had to take a closer look.
and all of a sudden this turned from a rushed night to a sensual moment, like the euphoria is taking over both of you together in slow motion.
chris' body shivered as he feels your lips leaving little, soft kisses on his jaw, each one pressing lower and lower, way more gentle then he was used to, and he loved it.
he threw his head back, unable to think about anything else other than you. the way it felt inside of you. your hands. your lips.
you just brought him back to the same point he always ends up in, reminded of how he was fucking addicted.
you tasted so good. that's everything chris had in his mind as he moved his tongue back and forth between your lips, while your other ones were too busy sucking him off.
every little noise that came out of you vibrated on his dick, making chris lose his mind and get closer and closer.
"shit baby- fuuuuck" he panted out, throwing his head back on the pillow as he slowly thrusted his hips up to your mouth.
chris' mind was blank with euphoria, but he still knew better then to thrust his hips up too much that you will be in pain. it was confusing for him too- but every time he knew the other person didn't felt good, it just turned him off.
but fuck. he was getting close, so close that he couldn't hold his head in place and eat you out like he craved so bad, only desperately kitty licking your sweetness.
his grip on your ass tightened as he lifted you up a little, making you break contact with his drooling pre-cum tip. "what are you doing?" you stammered, turning your head to look at his face properly for the first time since you walked in his door.
a little smirk grew on his face when he saw your hair all messed up, knowing it was freshly done the day before like you told him, but he ignored it when he felt again how hard he was aching for a release. "uh- please... I need to go farther"
"okey... you stopped everything just to tell me that?" you drawled, giggling a little as you ran your hand across his lower abdomen, he felt like you were caressing the ball of fire who burned in his stomach.
"I don' know... I wanted to know if you're fine wit' that" chris stuttered, his eyes darting down to your lips before he looked up at your eyes again.
his care was so adorable to you, deep in you knew it was just to serve his interests, but you were drunk to think about that. "aw, that's so sweet" you blurted.
"-'s fine." you smiled and moved your lag over him once again, lowering yourself to press your stomach against his, have your eyes were level with his cock, pressing small kisses just above it. "please... need you." chris whimpered.
he could feel you smiling between those teasing kisses, he almost let out a groan of relief when he felt your lips on him, taking all of cock until it hit deep in your throat.
hands roamed everywhere. your back, your hips, your ass, too out of balance, he needed something to get his grip on. "fuck!...holy shit you're so good." he praised.
his hands finally found their place wrapped around your thighs, on your ass cheeks, letting him suck in your luscious taste.
the noises you made every time he thrusted up his hips were such as good, he couldn't see your face, but he knew it was so pretty like that. so flushed, so messed up.
𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 °•○.•°●. 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 [frat b & virgin chris.]
warnings: smut, pnv, first time one sided, dick riding, kissing, heavy-plot, smoking. english is not my first language. wc: 2.2k
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the noise of the lighter flickred up as one of chris' friends lighted up his cigarette, the tip of it redding as he inhaled the drug in.
all the boys of 'the frat' gathered in the school's back alley, a bunch of girls joined them too, not for any serious reason of course, they just thought it was 'cool' to be with the "dangerous" type of guys, that it was a flex to avoid classes and sneak out with little zip lock bags and yarts tucked in their bras.
chris walked around, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone there. he hated waiting for someone to start a conversation with him, so he just kept his head down and continued to inheal the drug.
it was a pretty usual routine by that time, all those pretty girls and frat guys acting like they own them, he didn't liked that.
chris "thought" that was disrespectful and embarrassing for those girls, yeah it was all lies, the only reason he said that was because he never got to feel being with a girl like those girls.
perfect nails, perfect skin, the newest set of push up lacy bras from any other too expensive brand, those girls.
he was just 17 and too embarrassed to admit that his didn't use his v card yet, even though he acted like he was a pro, like said, he would never admit that.
to be honest, he was just jealous, he knew that after this everyone there were going to make out or go to the movies, and he was getting nothing. again.
as was said, it was his usual routine, he got used to it. he never knew how to start a conversation, or more like didn't know how to not act like a virgin. it made chris keep his head down, be unseen.
chris blew out the smoke accidentally in the direction of one of the girls, making her eyes burn a little and let out a silent cough.
"oh uh- sorry" he muttered to her as he looked up at the girl leaning on the wall. he was pretty surprised actually. she was alone. and by alone meaning without a hand wrapped around her shoulders or a little too low on the hips.
but she was pretty, she one one of those girls, alone.
he felt like this was his chance. the best opportunity to finally be like the others, yeah that was lame and he knew they were all overhyping over nothing. yet he was still so desperate to know how it really felt like.
"nuh, youre good" the blonde girl said back as she puffed a hit from her own cigarette, snapping him out his thoughts.
she could see it on his eyes, he was cute. visually too, but his little sort of eagerness was making him even cuter, so she acted like he was doing good at his little flirting.
they kept talking the passed hour, he got a little information about her, her name was alexa... he thought, it just led to the both of them trying to manage an innocent small talk even that they knew each others intentions. but eventually chris and the blonde girl agreed to go out later... in her place.
chris acted like he couldn't care less about it, but deep in he was full of excitement, he was actually going to be with a girl, and not in a friendly manner. he knew this was dumb and childish, but he couldn't hold that grin back.
a few hours later, the streets were quite now, it was a pretty late hour, but not too late. he didn't want to make his intentions too obvious, make her scared or any other bad situation he overthought.
chris jumped over the little fence on her backyard, looking to his sides to see no one was looking before he climbed up and knocked on her window.
little blondie set just there, lifting the window up and letting him come inside her room.
she looked up to his eyes as he stood up to his feet, letting out a dry chuckle at his so visible eagerness. "hey" she welcomed quietly as she closed the window.
"hey" chris muttered back, he had so much to say to her, but he knew that his need will betray him, that he won't be able to control his words, so he just kept it quiet.
they kept chatting while they set on her bed, a little too close. chris knew he couldn't hold back any longer. her eyes, her hair, her, pretty lips he just fantasized about what he could to to them, the urge was bigger then him.
he knew his chances were low anyways, he wasn't the type people got attracted to, he wasn't build like his friends, he wasn't... hot? he guessed. yet, she still agreed to have him in her house, it meant something, right?
chris knew it's better to make a mistake than be quiet and regret it later, so he leaned closer.
"you good?" she asked, looking him up and down before she looked at his eyes. "uh- yeah, I'm fine" chris chuckled falsely, yet inching closer. his eyes darted between her eyes and her lips, like a silent ask if that's okey.
"c-can I?" chris stuttered, his eyes darting between her eyes and her lips like a puppy who needs a treat.
"alexa" nodded. she couldn't lie to to herself, no matter how lost chris was she knew from the first moment she saw his innocent look that she had to ruin it.
she was too tired to wait for him to gain courage and start a pretty romantic scene, so she took matter into her own hands and edged closer, her lips ghosting over his just a second before chris pressed in.
her lips were so soft, her hands too, now on the back of his neck pulling him closer. he couldn't hold back from moving his hands to her sides and tilt his head to give her a better angle.
he drew her closer, but she gently pushed him down to lay flat on his back, never braking the kiss. she couldn't.
he was so soft, so gentle, and she felt that he needed more, his hands were rubbing on her lower back now, a little under her shirt.
he was needing, but never pushing. she loved that.
"alexa" let out a little noise at his movement, also to sign her approval. that was all chris needed to hear, now he moved his hands under her shirt, feeling the downy skin of her back as he lifted the shirt up a little.
chris tightened his grip on her hips, grinding them against his, he needed to feel any kind of friction so bad, he was desperate.
he broke the kiss just for a second to move his finger under the strap of her top. "off" he ordered as he took his own shirt off as well.
it was pretty obvious for him to lean closer to continue the kiss, but she pulled back, slightly smiling to herself as she presses open mouthed kisses across his neck, then his chest, then his stomach, while slowly pulling his jeans down, making his mind jolt with anticipation.
desire was consuming him. chris could feel his control melting away as she tagged her hands in his waistband. "you're sure you want to do this?" she queried, looking for any sort of regret or doubt in his eyes.
but chris only nodded back eagerly, watching intently as she lowered his boxers down to his knees, his cock springing to his stomach as his face reddened from both excitement and embarrassment as he bit his lip.
her focus never left his eyes as she continued to kiss his pelvis, bringing her hand to stroke his cock, wrapping it around his hardness.
"fuck" chris muttered to himself, throwing his head back on the pillows. "you like that?" she asked with a smug grin, her mouth hovering just over his dick.
chris nodded quickly, eyes bright as he felt her lips on his cock, felt how her saliva coaxed his already leaking tip, he bit his lip so hard just so he won't let put the wrong noise, yet kept humming in pleasure.
"n- mfuck... need you s'bad" he murmured, lifting his hips desperately to feel her, but she was quick enough to stop him.
she moved her way up again with little tender kisses on his abs and up to his lips.
the taste of his lips and his dick all together making her let out a low moan and pull his closer my the back of his neck. and of course chris took advantage of the moment to take her pants off.
he snapped back from the kiss, eyes wide he looked at her with nervousness mixed with excitement, but he knew he needed to get over it. so he nodded.
"you sure you want this?" "alexa" probed, rubbing up on his arm reassuringly to let him know it's okey even if he's not ready yet, but he shaked his head no.
"I'm sure." he reassured back, letting her sink down his length. she let out a moan at the stretch as she buried her head in his shoulder, which chris was so thankful of since he almost rolled his eyes to the back of his head at the feeling of him squeezed between her walls.
he didn't want her to see how desperate he was. and he also could swear that even just looking in her eyes would make him nut.
"fuck chris.." she moaned to his ear as she moved her hips on him, making him grab them and move her faster, but not too much. he was just enthusiastic.
the sight of his dick disappearing in her, the softness of her skin, the way her movement was so smooth... all he could think about was how he's going to keep himself together for at least the next 20 minutes, he felt like it's a metter of seconds before he's going to bust.
but he also knew he should be more at the moment. a little feeling of a butterfly rush went through his stomach as he heard her little noises, snapping back to reality as he slowly thrusts into her, his head falling back on the mattress "fuck." he let out in a quiet breath.
she gently started to speed up, feeling a little rush in her stomach at well, just that it was getting lower and lower and desperate to release.
each snap of his hips moved the blankets and pillows farther down the bed, the mattress creaking rhythmically against the wooden bed in a lewd counterpoint to the obscene squelch of his cock.
he moved his hands from her sides to her ass, letting his nails dig in the skin as he lifted her up and down. "fuck alexa-" he whimpered, pushing himself deeper and making her moans be even more high pitched every time his tip brushed that sweet spot. "-so good... I'm close!"
both of them had their eyes rolling back is pleasure and lust. so much lust and passion. they both were so close, his cock moving in and out of her made sloppy noises fill the room along with their hums and sweet sounds.
"I'm gonna come" she sobbed to his neck, her hands tagging at his hair, the consuming euphoria was too overwhelming.
"I know, that's fine, j-just let go for me, let go." he mumbled softly like a whisper to her ear as he rubbed her back, his other hand still helping her to ride him.
that was all she needed to make her legs tremble slightly for a brief moment as she let that ball of fire in her stomach all over him, the sloppy noises growing louder and so as his moans.
he knew he was too close now and she was probably too sensitive so he pulled out, moving his cock in his fisted hand in such a fast pace that he came just second after. thick ropes of white sticky cum flying over his stomach, even to his neck. this was definitely the hardest he ever came.
all his muscles relaxed at once as he felt the high spreading in his vains. "alexa" already past it so she took care for cleaning him with a few tissues she had on her nightstand.
"leave that-" he breathed out, throwing the tissues away as he wrapped his other hand around her waist "-cm'ere."
he cuddled both of them in the blanket that was almost falling off the bed, sighing to her neck "are you okey? did I hurt you? was I-" "shh" she cut him off with her finger on his mouth and a small giggle "I'm fine."
"fuck... that was way better then I imagined, it was perfect, alexa you're fucking perfect" he said right before he kissed her forehead, a grin from ear to ear formed on his face.
that feeling of being out of breath from oversimulation, being so close, the way all his thoughts and overthinks vanished in those moments who brought him so much happiness, ecstasy, and lust.
this was chris' first time doing that, first time he felt like being sent to heaven and back. he knew he was just going to be so...
addicted.
she looked at his eyes in satisfaction, her hand tracing little circles on his cheek "yeah it was good..." she said right before kissing his lips shortly. "and just so you'll know... my name is vanessa."
"really!?..."
"oh."
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author note: this is how lust!chris' sex addiction started if it wasn't obvious. I hope it was good, I know I'm not the best writer here, but please support by reblongging if you did like it! I'll appreciate that sm. love you girlies.
chris read in his mind as he looked at the corner of his computer as a trail of smoke curled out of his mouth. he's at his balcony, taking another hit of the cigarette as he worked on some stupid due need to be done work shit.
he couldn't stop ignoring the small voice in his head, the one telling him to look at the city outside. it's been a while since he got out there.
chris is trying to abstain from his needs, to finally step out of the hookup culture he's so deep in.
but he could smell it, the chanel no.5 and the vanilla perfumes that turned heads around, he could hear the clicking heels of a woman probably walking back home from another rough workday. god, it would feel so good to just help her relieve all of that stress on hi─
"fuck," he muttered.
cursing under his breath as he realized he caught himself daydreaming again. `this has to stop happening` he tells himself in his head, but c'mon now, we both know he doesn't really want that. he just misses it.
desperately.
a/n: tysm for asking that! been a while since I thought about my horny twin, feel free to ask more!!!
it happened again. the little devil on his shoulder woke up, forcing chris to get out the bed he spent the whole day rotting in as he grumbled some curse.
he put on the same outfit he always throws on, with the same haircut he forgot to fix before he walked down to that bar under his building.
he whistled to the bartender, rubbing his eyes as he ordered the same cocktail, having the same conversation with one of the waitresses like the one he had a week ago, and just like that ─ he wakes up in the middle of the night with another girl by his side.
two days later chris felt this ache in his chest again, he looks for it with a swipe. tinder, bumble, or any other website where he can find a girl that will fall for his charm.
chris' life were like a loop, a loop so paralyzing he forgot how to talk, but he'll always remember how to flirt. its just some small talk here and there, he'll lie about a touching meaning for a tattoo of his until it works, he captures them.
and the fact that he's giving them respect doesn't mean he respects them.
don't get this wrong, chris doesn't love woman, it's deeper then that, he loves that woman make him love himself.
chris has five girls he can always message, again, same story, same bad pickup line, something like "look I'm not a one who usually starts with girls but with you, I feel something else, something... special."
it all started in high school when he had his first time (link) , it didn't just feel good, he saw how all his friends treated him better, how all of a sudden he turned to be more popular. he felt wanted. so he kept doing things like that with girls to impress his "friends" even more.
but with time passing sex became a glue to stick together his broken pieces, with all the popularity, chris never acquired a high self esteem, and the only moment he feels it is with you in the backseat of his car.
chris is never well, but with a girl ─ he's never bad. he hated himself for it, yet still almost every night he was desperately looking for someone to heal him before he'll feel hurt again.
so he doesn't want woman, he wants them to want him, he'll cancel all his plans to make sure they'll go out with him.
lets say, the work in the morning is long forgotten, ditching his friends on their birthday chris pulled the same shady move again.
and he never forced himself on any girl he met, yet he sent them needy texts on a daily basis. it's because he has his own hidden wounds. between him and the man he dreamed to be there's this gap chris still can't close.
the gap that keeps expanding itself every time he chooses not to finish working before his deadline because that "date" is more important. every time he decides to smoke instead of trying to understand what's going on with him.
chris represses the shit he's going through.
chris lies, chris flirts. chris comes, chris regrets. chris will always get confused between love and lust.
because chris doesn't want to give you nothing, he wants to receive.
chris is lost. what was cool when he was 18 turned wired when he reached 30. woman stories weren't impressing anymore.
chris is a thirty year old man, and he never actually fell in love. just spontaneous love, casual.
it was the loop again, that one arrives, the other goes. and when chris said the last goodbye and set down on his bed, he knew that wasn't his first windy autumn alone.
chris knows the weight of loneliness firsthand, and he knows it won't disappear unless he'll let himself feel that emptiness.
but he can't do it because how will he feel successful? if he won't be with her, her, that one over there, and probably with you too.
you need to understand, chris doesn't want, he has to.
his fucked up childhood created so many demons, his relationship with sex is so messed up he'll go with anyone, even if the girl is not his type or the right age.
because he's hurting and it's always on a friday night in some main street with hell lot of clubs, and the girl walking down there looks just like an analgesic.
and chris is scared to admit that under all of those escapes he's just an empty person. so empty he doesn't have anything in his mind other then his addiction, the loop pearlized him to the point where the only cure was the sickness itself.
maybe one day he'll realize he actually has the power to stop it, but what's stops him? fear? fear from change? no, not that.
it is fear, but it's the fear from knowing who the real chris is, what if he has a weird hobby? what if he's actually a mean person? what if he has no charm?
there is no happy ending because this is actually his life, and until chris will take matters into his own hands, he'll hold another body in his arms. same loop. again.
a/n: I think this is my first angst fic ever, what do we think??
his hands slid up your sides, looking up and down at your body as you rode him, seeing how your back flexed when you struggled moving on his cock.
chris bit his lip, scared he would slip out a moan just from the sight, he pulled your back to his chest, pressing soft kisses on the back of your neck as you kept grinding your hips on him.
"you look so good right now, you have no idea what youre doing to me... I could just─ fuck" he murmured under his breath.
this one was different then his other night outs. chris usually kept on his rough, arrogant demeanor around other women but it was different with you.
since he started talking to you at that house party the words just flew out of his mouth without even thinking, he felt like he could keep talking to you all night long.
he felt...safe, maybe? safe to say what he actually wanted to say and not what he thought would rail you up, it was different. so he acted different as well when he went up to your apartment, out of his comfort zone─ yet still feeling so secure.
so secure that he let you walk him to your bedroom, take his clothes off, for the first time he wasn't in full control on everything, and somehow...it felt good.
you threw your head back on his shoulder, lips parted, mind too blank to do anything other then whine.
"so good...oh my god"
"cm'ere─" he muttered as his hand came up to your neck, turning your head to the side so he could see your face.
his eyes darted between your eyes and your lips in this needy look of his, the one when his eyelids relax and his lips are parted like he wants to say something but is too cocky to say it out loud.
those parted lips turned to a smirk within a second, and the second after that his grip on the back of your neck went firm, bringing you closet until he met your lips.
it was unusual for him, chris was not the type of guy to kiss any girl he sleeps with, it felt too intimate, but sometimes he finds some girls who let's him feel so secure that he needs to feel them that close.
you broke the kiss, letting out that same familiar whimper he was so addicted to, the one that said you were so close you couldn't think about anything other then how he was moving inside of you, the one that comes right before you can feel the waves of high crushing over you.
chris knew too much will oversimulat you, but he didn't care, he thrusted his hips up, listening to the sound of your ass clapping on his lap like music, each one making the knot in his stomach loose a little more.
"I'm so close s-shitshit" he cursed, gripping on your waist so hard he might leave a mark. lifting you up and down his length until he pinned you down on him, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he finally let it out, his groans muffled, vibrating against you skin.
he stayed like that for a little, groaning again as he felt you clenching around him before he pulled out, looking down mesmerized at the way his cum slowly spilled out of you.
"p-pretty...so pretty" chris whispered, looking up at you when you turned around to face him, straddling his lap as he leaned closer to press his lips against yours again.
he might be a little old already, being that wracked after only one round, but he knew this time he had to save some energy because the night just started.
a/n: babbababoom💥🔫
𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 [english is not my first language]
#: english is not my first language, wc: 440, requests are open for anything. luv u.
chris held you so fucking tight in his arms, he couldn't to let go. he had to gold onto something as he finally let out that sweet release he waited for all day long.
and you were so fucking beautiful in his eyes, hair messed up, lips swollen, your legs still trembled a little as the waves of euphoria hit you,
you were a fucking mess, but he also fucking loved it.
he rolled over to press you against his chest, moving some hairs away so he could see your pretty face. "you good?" he murmured, his breathes coming out in uneven pants.
"yeah... im fine" you breathed out as well, you face sticking to the thin layer of sweat on his body, and to be honest it was the nest feeling you could ever have.
you couldn't give a fuck less about all of chris’ questions at the moment, yet so happy that he cared, that even when he's calming down from his high he took care to see if you were doing alright. he cleaned you up before you even noticed. he was just so... good.
too good, but you were too high-blind to notice. "you want to shower? eat? drink? anything?" he probed, moving his hand across the small of your back as he spoke. "um, no. just... stay like this." you whispered back to his ear.
such a perfect moment, you couldn't end it like that. that feeling of chris' warmth surrounding you was addictive, and he knew that. so he stayed just like as long as he needed to make you satisfied.
when he let out out his door, he also gave you a short hug as a goodbye. and you walked out his apartment feeling so... special. not having a clue that chris already thought about what club is he going to go to the night after.
where is he going to get the next girl he's going to let his pain out on. because the euphoria wasn't the only thing chris loves about sex, he loved that all the shit he was overthinking amd all the problems in his life just faded.
but he'd never say it out loud.
a little 'ding' sounds snapped him back to reality, he laid down on the bed, grabbing his phone from his nightstand to see another girl matched him on some other dating app, sending him a text saying "hey😄".
a little smirk formed on his lips, he knew exactly how this conversation is going to look like, and he knew exactly in what situation they'll end up together; so he responded back.
