── warnings : drinking , swearing , fingering , obvi smut , lmk if i forgot anything ! ⚠︎
you were driving to the halloween party in your harley quinn costume. you had just ordered it two days ago with only intents of wearing it to this party.
you hadn’t been to a party since you had broken up with your boyfriend of 2 years. like almost every breakup, he cheated. god, why were people so insufferable?
you didn’t want to even go in the first place. it was another stupid frat party, nothing special. you shifted in your seat before pulling over to park.
you sighed as you moved the gear into park. you stepped out of your car, slamming the door half on purpose behind you. you adjusted your shorts as you strutted to the entrance.
as much as you didn’t want to be here, you weren’t gonna be sulking. your costume was cute, no need to ruin the whole look with an attitude.
you walked confidently into the party. you didn’t recognize any of the faces you could make out. you glanced around to try and find the kitchen.
when you found it, you checked out a few of the costumes as you walked. angels, devils, basic costumes floated all around the house. where were peoples’ creativity nowadays?
you poured yourself a drink, sipping from a red solo cup. why did every party have these? were they all low budget?
you wiped your mouth after yet another sip. if you were going to get through tonight, wasted was the only resort. you poured more into your cup before walking towards the backyard.
you peered through the window that lead to outside. you squinted to see if you knew anyone out there. god, you needed to get your eyes checked. bad.
before you could even contemplate if you knew anyone, you felt a presence next to you. you glanced over— chris.
you hated christopher sturniolo. he was the definition of a dickhead. he was a player and he was just annoying as hell.
“can i help you?” you said with attitude, adjusting yourself so you were facing him. he was smirking at you with a stupid dollar store cowboy costume on.
chris leaned against the wall besides the two of you. “nah, noticed your costume.” you gave him a confused and annoyed look.
you waited for a second to see if he would add anything else to his sentence. “what the fuck does that even mean?” you held back a laugh. laughing would just boost his already skyrocketing ego.
his lips turned up as he let out a small laugh. “your costume isn’t boring like everyone else. like you even got the fake tattoos and shit.”
he pointed to the drawn on tattoos all over your body. you noticed his eyes lingering on the ones on your thighs a little longer than normal.
you shrugged, looking his costume up and down. “thanks— your costume is lame and looks like you got it 5 minutes ago!” you said with the cockiest tone.
chris held his chest near his heart. “ouch. i would be offended if that weren’t true.” he adjusted the cowboy hat on his head with a smug smirk across his face.
you hated how flirty he was. it always pissed you off. he wasn’t ever talking to just talk, he always had intentions— and those intentions meant bending any girl he could over.
you refused to be on the long list of the girls he had hooked up with. “i need another drink before i even continue looking at you.” you put your one hand up in surrender as you walked to the kitchen with your cup in the other.
chris followed behind, actually keeping his distance. you still didn’t like how he thought you were going to be his girl of the night.
it was hot as hell in this house. the host chose the worst day to have a halloween party— the hottest day of october.
okay, it wasn’t actually the hottest day, but it might as well be. you felt your sharpie tattoo on your neck running a bit.
“damn it.” you attempted to salvage it by licking your finger and wiping where it ran. “here.” chris grabbed your hand and held it above your head as he used his other hand to rub off where it ran.
you stared down at him as he rubbed his thumb on your neck. you looked at his eyes as they focused on the stupid marker on your neck. you felt how close he was to you. why didn’t you feel disgusted?
you shook your head slightly. you were not even debating hanging out with chris, especially not at a party. you weren’t stupid.
you looked him up and down when he stood up. “thanks.” you said coldly before pouring yourself another drink.
“welcome, if that thanks even meant anything.” he reached over you for a cup. his arm slightly brushed yours. you looked over at him and saw a smirk on his face as he poured himself a drink.
chris took a sip and turned so his back was against the table. “haven’t seen you at a party in ages. where you been?” he asked without a cocky attitude for once.
you debated answering him— what’s the worst outcome anyways? “me and malachi broke up.” you shifted beside him. you were now next to him, also leaning against the table.
chris’s eyes widened. “oh shit, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to br-“ you cut him off. “it’s fine. he’s a dick anyways. for all i care, he could be out there fucking his new girlfriend!” your words stung a part of you when you said them.
you were over him. it didn’t matter what he was doing. “you don’t need his ass anyways.” chris said before taking another sip. did he actually care?
“thanks.” you said— not coldly, not sarcastically, actually meaningfully this time. you saw a smile creep onto chris’s face as well as your own.
chris’s eyes lingered on you for a bit longer than you liked. yeah, he was being nice, but that did not give him an invite to add you to the list.
you stood up and stretched. “these shorts are tight as fuck, dude.” you leaned your head back to look at them. they were practically suctioned onto you.
“i’m wearing a cowboy hat. i don’t wanna hear it.” chris tipped his hat with a smug expression. you couldn’t help but laugh.
when you laughed, you saw him bite his lip slightly. you could tell he thought you didn’t see because the second you looked back at him, he tried to play it off by licking his lips.
“you’re not slick.” you said as you looked at him. you two held eye contact for a second before chris’s mouth opened as if he were about to speak.
chris shrugged instead. “wasn’t trying to be.” he said with a hint of something you couldn’t identify. you had to admit, your cheeks were a bit flushed— and not just from your makeup.
you noticed chris’s eyebrows slightly narrow as his eyes glanced around the room. “what’s the matter?” you said with confusion as you turned around.
“shit.” you cursed under your breath as you locked eyes with malachi. “what, think he looks hot or somethin’?” you snapped your head around towards chris again.
“hell no! why would you even debate suggesting that?!” you pushed him and he just smirked. god, why did he have to be such a jerk but so hot?
chris shrugged again. “i don’t know, he seems to be your topic of the night.” he prepared for another hit but you just crossed your arms.
“i do not like malachi again. matter fact, he disgusts me. he’s a cheating, lying, bi-“ you ranted until chris cut you off by putting his hand on your shoulder.
you raised your eyebrow and chris spoke. “don’t worry sweetheart, i obsess and talk about people who absolutely fucking disgust me all the time too.” his lips turned up into a smile.
“i do not talk about him all the time!” you defended yourself, raising your voice. “you kinda do.” chris tilted his head and patted your shoulder.
you sat there and wondered. were you over the breakup? well, you hadn’t been to any parties since. and you refused to like any boys’ instagram posts.
“fuck.” you cursed as you realized. chris squinted an eye, raising his lip slightly. “you’re hot when you’re mad.”
you didn’t say anything, you just looked at him. you stared at him, lips parted just slightly. he wasn’t saying anything else. he was just watching you with that stupid smug look. you hated how it made your stomach flip.
“you’re annoying,” you muttered, pushing past him a little to refill your drink again. you poured more into that same cup. you could feel his eyes on you the whole time.
“you’re not denying it though,” he said, stepping closer again. you didn’t back away. you hated that even more.
“you think you’re so hot, don’t you?” you sipped your drink and looked at him with a slight smile on your lips.
“i know i’m hot.” he said, his voice low near your ear now. you let out a laugh. “but it’s nice to hear you say it.”
you turned to face him, nose practically brushing his. “i didn’t say it.” you didn’t realize how close he was. your cheeks went red again.
“you didn’t have to.” he still had the same smirk plastered on his lips. you two were close. too close.
he looked down at your lips for just a second. and you didn’t stop him when he leaned in just a little.
he went to get closer and you also leaned in. his lips ghosted yours and his hand reached for your cheek before a commotion in the back ruined it. chris turned his head around.
“yo, chris!” a voice called out from across the kitchen, loud and sharp over the music. chris’s hand lowered.
you turned as well. some guy in a ghostface mask was standing by the back door, lifting his mask just enough to talk. “malachi’s outside asking if harley can come out.”
your face went white for a second and your stomach twisted, but not from nerves. you were just.. annoyed. you sighed and went to leave.
chris glanced toward the door for a split second, then back at you. he didn’t even move. “leave him be. i mean, unless you want to go with the supposed cheating, lying, bitch?” he said under his breath.
your eyes met his again. this time, the space between you felt heavier. you stopped yourself from moving.
“he doesn’t matter.” you said, not even sure if it was to convince him or yourself. just a few minutes ago, you were trying to convince yourself you didn’t like him still.
chris tilted his head slightly, like he was reading you. “good,” he muttered as he then closed the distance between you two.
his hand found your waist, firm but slow. the plastic cup slipped from your fingers and hit the counter with a slight sound. his lips met yours like it had been building all night. he couldn’t hold back even if he tried.
it wasn’t gentle. it was hot, fast, and especially messy. it was like two people who had way too much to say, but none of it was gonna come out in words. you hated how good it felt.
his hands slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer as your fingers tangled in the stupid material of his bandana. his hat fell off somewhere behind him, not that either of you cared.
“you’re still annoying.” you whispered between kisses, your voice breathy against his mouth. “you’re still lying.” he shot back, kissing you again— but deeper this time.
you didn’t know what this was— or what the hell it meant, but for once, you weren’t thinking about malachi. not even a little.
you were only thinking about how chris’s hands were on your hips, and how his lips felt a little too good for someone you claimed to hate.
his lips were still on yours, hungry and warm, hands gripping your waist like he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to let go or pull you all the way in. you were shocked with how hesitant he was after all the girls he’d been with.
your fingers tangled into the fabric of his shirt. the way he kissed you was making your thoughts fog. all you could think about was the heat of his mouth, the press of his body, and the fact that you were doing what you planned not to do. yet not a single part of you wanted to stop.
“not here,” you mumbled against his lips, breath shaky. “too many people.” chris pulled back slightly, eyes dark and fixed on you. “follow me then.”
he grabbed your hand and started weaving through the crowd like he already knew where he was going. you didn’t even hesitate. obviously he did know where he was going. you’d seen him with other girls months ago.
you passed groups of drunk pirates and some horror movie characters. fake blood and glitter flashed under the dim house lights. you swore someone whistled as you walked by with him, but you didn’t care. your heart was pounding louder than the music itself.
he opened the door to some random bedroom, pulling you in behind him and locking it without even looking. the second it clicked shut, his lips were back on yours, harder this time. messier.
you pushed him back slightly by the chest, just enough to take in where you were. it wasn’t even a nice room. cheap posters, half-made bed, clothes on the floor—typical frat boy mess.
“you bring every girl here?” you asked, breathless but teasing as you looked around. he shrugged, eyes still locked on your lips. “only the ones in red sparkly shorts.”
you rolled your eyes, smirking. “you’re so—“ you didn’t get to finish the sentence.
he stepped forward and kissed you again—rougher this time. you could tell he was done holding back. his hands gripped your hips and backed you up toward the bed until the backs of your knees hit a blanket.
you sat down slowly, your hands still tangled in his shirt, pulling him with you. you saw his look. his hair was messier, his bandana was looser and fully to the side. you laughed slightly.
he leaned over, one hand braced beside your head on the mattress. the other was trailing slowly up your thigh. his fingertips brushed the skin just under the hem of your shorts and your breath hitched.
his eyes flicked down your body again, right where the sharpie lines curved along your skin. “you know,” he murmured, voice low, “these fake tattoos might be the hottest part of your costume.”
his thumb dragged softly across one on your thigh, slow and deliberate. you gave him a look. “they’re not even that good.”
he leaned in closer, lips brushing yours as he spoke. “doesn’t matter. i’m obsessed with them anyway.”
his mouth found your neck, kissing along the spot where the ink had smudged earlier. he was slower this time but much messier.
your hands slid up under the front of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, the way his muscles moved beneath your palms.
every kiss, every breath, every brush of skin, it was heavenly. and you sure weren’t stopping it. god, why weren’t you? you swore you wouldn’t be like the other girls, but now you understood why he had a list.
one second, he was kissing the side of your neck like it was the only thing that mattered. he was slow, open-mouthed, with just enough teeth to make you shiver. the next second, his hands were under your thighs, pulling you back further onto the bed.
he hovered over you, one hand on the mattress, the other sliding under your top like he’d been waiting all night to do it.
“you gon’ stop me?” he muttered, lips brushing against your jaw. you shook your head slowly, breath catching. “if i wanted to, you’d be long gone.”
he smirked, fingers slipping higher. “guess you don’t want to, then.” he smirked and you felt him trail his hands up a bit more, hesitantly but definitely not stopping.
his hands were warm, rough as he touched you exactly where you craved it. he took his time, thumbs brushing the underside of your bra like he was giving you a chance to change your mind.
you definitely didn’t change your mind, that’s for sure. you hadn’t been touched like this in ages, and god, chris was fulfilling that empty space.
your hips rolled onto his, closing the gap between you two. your eyes wandered from his eyes to other parts of his body that you hadn’t paid too much attention to before.
he kissed you again—harder this time. you you arched into it. his tongue slid over yours, slow and deliberate. cocky. like he knew exactly what he was doing.
you grasped his shoulder between breaths, pulling him closer. every time your lips met his, it was messier than the last. your eyes met his and he had a less cocky smile on his face. you leaned right back in.
your shirt was the first thing to go, tugged over your head without breaking the kiss. he tossed it behind him like he couldn’t care less where it landed. then his hands were everywhere. your chest, your waist, your hips like he couldn’t decide where to touch first.
his lips trailed back to your neck. “you look better like this.” he muttered against your skin. “under me.” you let out a little laugh. “you’re so cocky.” you groaned, nails digging into his shoulder as he bit down slightly.
“you like it.” he whispered, dragging his lips down your chest. he grazed over the parts of you no one else got to see. “admit it.”
the only thing coming out of your mouth was fast breaths. chris lifted his head from your chest and you arched your brows in desire.
“chris..” you whined, your tone dropping all sassiness from before. fuck, why were you so damn desperate right now?
chris couldn’t help but let out a low laugh. “shit.. i was gon’ make you admit it but you sound too sweet begging.” his mouth was now on your ear, his hand trailing down your torso.
you grasped the sheets beneath you slightly, looking at chris with complete want. he noticed and laughed against your ear. shivers traveled down your spine.
“where’d all that attitude go, huh?” he whispered, lips now grazing your jaw. “thought you hated me.” you went to respond but a small moan came out.
“i do..” you answered with deep breaths following. his fingers dragged down to your shorts, using one to move the waistband aside.
“oh yeah? that’s not what i’m exactly getting from this reaction sweetheart.” he trailed his fingers along the side of your panties, feeling just how wet they were.
your cheeks went red instantly, your eyes trailing everywhere but chris to avoid eye contact. when you turned back, you saw him biting his lip.
he tugged your shorts down with one smooth pull, his eyes darkening when he saw you underneath. “tattoos and lace? you’re really tryna kill me.”
“just shut up and—” you didn’t even get to finish the sentence before his mouth was on your inner thigh, biting gently, licking the skin like he was teasing you on purpose. and he was, of course he was.
your hips shifted into his hand and his tongue moved again, slow circles that made your breath quicken and your moans get more messy.
“say it.” he muttered and his eyes looked to you. you looked down at him, face flushed and lips parted. “say what?” your words came out breathy, like you had just run a marathon.
“that you want me.” you groaned, head falling back on the pillow. “chris..” you were back to whining. fuck.
he slid two fingers inside, just enough to make your back arch. your hips jerked, a shaky breath tumbling out of your mouth without hesitation.
“say it.” he repeated, his mouth dangerously close to where you needed him most. your mouth was agape already, moans flowing out as his fingers just sat there.
“i want you.” you gasped, your voice cracking. his smirk returned. “good girl.” his fingers began to move and you went crazy.
his fingers curled just where you needed it. “fuck..” your voice was raspy and drowned out quickly with moans. god, you were definitely responsive.
your hands practically flew to the sheet beneath you. you had long ago tossed the blanket aside. it laid, spread out on the floor right next to your shirt and bra.
his fingers moved deeper, slower, like he wanted to savor every reaction he pulled from you. your back arched off the bed when his thumb dragged lightly over your clit. you felt your breath caught in your throat.
“so sensitive.” he muttered, eyes locked on the way your chest rose and fell with every breath. “you really missed this, huh?”
your answer was a moan, sharp and messy and loud enough to make him have that stupid smirk back on his face. his mouth returned to your thigh, nipping a path upward, getting so close it made your legs twitch.
“chris..” you breathed, one hand reaching for him instinctively, the other gripping the pillow behind your head. “please.”
he looked up at you from between your legs, hair falling slightly into his eyes. “please what?” he asked, like he didn’t already know.
your hips bucked against his hand again. “you know what,” you gasped. “just—“ you couldn’t even mutter out words. “fuck, do something.”
“needy.” he muttered, but the teasing left his voice as he finally leaned in. his tongue met your clit slowly at first. long, lazy strokes like he had all night to kill. but you didn’t. your whole body was practically trembling beneath him, your thighs tightening around his head without even thinking.
“shit.” you whimpered, the sound half-muffled by your own hand as it covered your mouth. “oh my god.” his laugh vibrated against you, deep and low and cocky as hell. “so now you like me, huh?”
you didn’t answer. you couldn’t. your hips were grinding softly into his mouth and every time his tongue flicked or circled or slowed down, your breath hitched.
his fingers were still inside, moving in perfect rhythm with the motions of his mouth, curling in just the right spot every time. you swore you saw stars.
you felt yourself getting closer. the pit in your stomach grew. “that’s it.” he muttered between licks, mouth glistening. “let go, baby.”
your moans got higher, faster, more desperate as all of you tightened. your body arched again, legs squeezing tighter, your breath breaking into pieces as the orgasm hit. hard.
“fuck, chris—” your whole body shook, your hands gripping the sheets like you were holding on for dear life. your breath was shaky. how long had it been since you’d even had anything remotely close to sex?
he didn’t stop until your hips finally dropped, until your thighs were twitching from the sensitivity and your breath was all over the place.
when he pulled back, he looked up at you— lips wet, pupils blown wide, hair completely out of place. “you good?” he asked, voice just slightly smug but low enough to sound hot as hell.
you couldn’t even answer. just nodded slowly, chest still rising and falling like you’d just learned how to breath.
he heard your shaky breaths and let out a laugh. he crawled up your body and kissed you again. you could taste yourself on his lips and you didn’t even care.
his body pressed to yours now, skin on skin, and all you could think about was how you’d been stupid to ever call him annoying. because whatever this was, felt insane.
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