what would matt and/or chris do if reader leaked through her pants (period) while they were out shopping but she was already in a bad mood so they’re trying not to upset her while trying to fix it??
they’d both be sweet and not obvious about it. They’d try to get her to like follow them some place else away form everyone’s eyes and help her.
Matt …
Matt had been keeping an eye on you ever since you woke up in a bad mood. He noticed the way you crossed your arms tightly as you browsed through racks of clothes, clearly uninterested in shopping. He didn’t press you, knowing you just needed some space.
But when you shifted awkwardly and tugged at the back of your shirt, he knew something was wrong. His eyes quickly scanned you, and when he caught sight of the faint stain on your pants, his heart sank.
Matt stepped closer, lowering his voice to keep things casual. “Hey, babe, let’s grab a drink or something. You’ve been looking at clothes for ages.”
You shot him a tired look. “I don’t even want to be here, Matt.” you snipped.
“I know, I know,” he soothed, resting a hand lightly on your shoulder. “But let’s just take a little break, yeah? Maybe grab a coffee?” His tone was calm, almost coaxing.
You sighed but nodded, following him out of the aisle. Matt guided you toward the store’s café area, then paused. “Wait here for a sec. I’ll be right back.” he said, gently having you sit down in a more secluded part.
Before you could protest, he disappeared. A few moments later, he returned with a small shopping bag in hand and a soft hoodie draped over his arm. He handed it to you with a sheepish smile. “I, uh, noticed something earlier. Thought this might make you feel more comfortable.”
Then It clicked in your head, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. “Matt—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he cut you off gently, his voice reassuring. “We’ll grab some leggings on the way out. No big deal.”
Tears pricked your eyes — not from embarrassment, but from how thoughtful he was being. Matt caught the look and tilted his head. “Hey, don’t cry,” he said softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “You’re good, okay? you’ll get through this, and then I’ll take you home to chill. Sound good?”
Chris …
You had been dragging your feet through the store, annoyed at everything around you. Chris kept glancing your way, unsure how to help. He cracked a few jokes, but your stony silence told him they weren’t landing.
When you shifted your weight and tugged at the back of your shirt, Chris immediately clocked something was wrong. His brow furrowed as he looked you over discreetly, catching sight of the faint stain on your pants. His heart squeezed, knowing how upset you might get if he handled this the wrong way.
Chris casually stepped in front of you, blocking anyone else’s view. “Hey, angel,” he said softly, leaning closer. “I think we should hit the car for a minute.”
You frowned, clearly irritated. “Why?” you said, gritting your teeth.
He hesitated, not wanting to embarrass you. “Trust me, it’s just better if we head out for a sec. We can come back if you want.” he said.
The way his voice softened made you suspicious, but you reluctantly agreed. He walked close behind you, shielding you the best he could until you made it to the parking lot.
Once you reached the car, Chris opened the door for you and handed you his sweatshirt. “Here, wrap this around your waist,” he said gently.
Your face fell as realization dawned, and you immediately looked down at your pants. “Oh my god,” you whispered, mortified.
“Hey, hey, it’s not a big deal,” Chris reassured you quickly. He crouched down so he was eye-level with you, his hands resting lightly on your hips. “This happens, okay? — I know how this works. No one saw, and I’ve got your back.”
You looked at him, your lip trembling. “I’m so over today,” you muttered.
Chris gave you a small smile. “I know, angel. Let’s get you some fresh clothes and head home. We can throw on your favorite movie, and I’ll grab all the snacks you want. Sound good?”
You nodded, and Chris leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “We’ve got this,” he murmured. “Don’t even stress.”
Idk if you are wanting to do smut some people are waaay into it others arent so much but like maybe if you are down for smut...
Could you do like a girl humping a stuffed animal matt got her and he catches her and finishes the job???
-🧸
the room was dimly lit, the only light provided coming from the soft glow of your bedside lamp. the giant stuffed bear matt had given you sat propped up against your pillows, its fur soft beneath your fingers. you’d been tossing and turning all night, your mind restless and your body tense with unreleased sexual frustration. without thinking much of it, you rolled over — pulling yourself onto its lap, your legs straddling it as you absentmindedly shifted your weight.
the small movement sent a shiver down your spine, and before you realized it, you were rocking gently, your breaths coming a little quicker. the plush softness pressing against your clothed clit, coupled with the thought that matt had picked it out just for you, made your cheeks heat up — a small whimper escaping past your lips.
your eyes closed, hips picking up the pace, grinding down a little harder against the plush bear. soft moans sounded through the room, growing louder each passing second — thoughts of matt flashed through your head, wishing it was him under you instead of the bear.
you were so lost in your head that you didn’t hear the creak of the bedroom door or the soft sound of matt’s footsteps. it wasn’t until his voice broke through the haze that your eyes snapped open. your hips stopped, head turning toward him.
“enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” he teased, the sound rough — like he was enjoying the little show you were putting on. he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, watching you with a raised brow, a smirk plastered on his lips.
your face went hot instantly, and you scrambled to try and sit back — but he tusked, leaning off the frame and striding over to the bed where you were. “ah - you stay put baby.” he said, crawling to sit on the bed behind you, reaching out to place his hands on your hips, keeping you in place on top of the bear. “matt! i — i didn’t know you were here,” you stammered.
he hummed, “mhm, i can tell sweetheart-“ he said softly, fingers digging into your flesh. “-keep going, c’mon.” he urged, his hands starting to push and pull on your hips.
you gasped, hands gripping the stuffed animal in front of you as the friction against your clit started again. matt chuckled, leaning his head onto your shoulder as he continued to move your hips. “were you thinkin’ of me baby? wishin’ it was me instead?” he asked, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned down to press light kisses to the skin.
you moaned, nodding your head. “hm - i want words sweetheart.” he groaned, squeezing the flesh of your hips tighter as he sped up the movements. “y-yeah was.. mm - thinking of you..how you got t-this f’me.” you say breathlessly, head tipping back slightly as the pressure started to grow in your lower abdomen.
“y’like that i got it for you baby?” he teased, his kisses turning into nips against your flesh. “l-love it!” you squeaked, another moan slipping from you.
the combination of matt speaking to you and how he was moving you against something he got for you, made your stomach tighten more.
“matt.. gonna-“ your words cut of by a whine as he moved your hips more sharply against the soft fur. “mhm, i know. gonna cum for me baby? finish allll over the plush i got f’you?” he rasped, pulling away from your neck to rest his head on your shoulder once more.
you nodded, now moving your hips on your own accord with his hands still guiding you. the pleasure became too much as you ground down more, the knot snapping like a rubber band. you shuttered, moaning matt’s name loudly as you came all over the stuffed bear under you.
matt’s eyes never tore away from you, watching you come undone in front of him. “fuuck - good job baby, so good.” he praised, slowing your hips to a slow rhythm as he helped you ride out your high. once you were done, he let your hips go — your body leaning back against his chest as he slithered his arms around your middle.
your body went slack, melting into his embrace as you started to grow tired — the earlier relentless fading into exhaustion. you let out a long sigh, a small smile tugging at your lips at how content you felt.
matt smiled down at you, leaning forward to press a kiss to your temple. “maybe i’ll have to get you more at some point..” he mumbled out. and that was the last thing your heard before drifting off to sleep.
“you just have to, like, pop it back, matt!” you said, hands on your hips as you demonstrated — well, attempted to demonstrate — the art of twerking.
matt stood there, arms crossed, his face a mix of concentration and sheer disbelief as he just stared at you. “pop it back? what does that even mean?” he said confused.
“you know!” you turned around and gave your ass another exaggerated shake, which made him snort. “like this. try it.” you say, stopping my your movements and gesturing for him to try.
“alright, fine.” he sighed dramatically and bent his knees slightly. “don’t laugh.” he grumbled.
“no promises,” you said, already biting your lip to hold back a giggle that threatened to slip past your lips.
matt gave it his best shot — hips stiff as a board, knees barely moving. it looked less like twerking and more like he was trying to hula hoop an invisible ring. you snorted, quickly falling into a heap on the floor, laughing at his attempt.
he groaned, stopping his movements and straightening back up. “i hate this,” he muttered, face bright red as he threw his hands in the air. “who even invented this?”
“probably someone with rhythm,” you teased, wiping tears from your eyes as you moved yourself up off the floor. “here, let me help.” you say.
you moved to stand behind him, placing your hands on his hips as you tried to guide him — but he immediately burst out laughing, moving himself out of the way and out of your grasp. “stop, that’s so weird! You’re making it worse!”
i giggled so hard while writing this rose LMAO @bernardsbendystraws
summary : after a fight between you and matt, you go over and work things out with him in more ways than one.
Warnings : angst. fighting. making up. smut. unprotected pnv. praising. kissing. biting. cream pie. and more?
For @strniloslvts !! Sorry this is so late, and if it isn’t the best. But i hope you enjoy this, and happy birthday!! <3
the air in matt’s apartment was suffocating. he stood by the window, his back to you, the dim light from the street casting shadows on his tense frame. you had tried to give him space — tried to wait for him to come to you — but your patience had worn thin. the distance he had placed between you over the past few weeks felt unbearable, and tonight, you needed answers.
“matt,” you called, your voice firm despite the lump forming in your throat. “are we going to talk about this, or are you just going to keep pretending everything’s fine?” you asked, gesturing to the air in tween you two.
he didn’t turn around to look at you. his jaw tightened, but he remained silent, his hands gripping the windowsill. “don’t ignore me,” you snapped, stepping further into the room. “you owe me an explanation.”
“i don’t owe you anything,” he muttered, his voice rough. “just leave it alone.” his own hand coming up to wave your words off, trying to avoid the situation again.
“leave it alone?” you scoffed, anger bubbling to the surface. “you’ve been avoiding me for weeks, matt. you barely even look at me anymore, let alone touch me. how am I supposed to leave that alone?” you spat.
he finally turned to face you, his dark eyes full of conflict. “i told you, it’s better this way.” his shoulders shrugging slightly.
“for who? you?” you crossed your arms, glaring at him. “because it’s not better for me. i feel like i’m losing you, and you won’t even tell me why.”
his frustration then boiled over, and he threw his hands up — obviously fed up with your poking and prodding. “because i’m trying to protect you, alright? is that what you want to hear? that every time i’m near you,i feel like i’m one second away from hurting you?”
your heart clenched, but you refused to back down. “you’ve never hurt me before. you wouldn’t.” you muttered through clenched teeth — because he hadn’t, he never has. why would he think he would now?
“you don’t know that!” he snapped, his voice rising. “you have no idea what it’s like to-… to want you so badly it feels like I’m losing control. you know that one mistake, one moment of weakness, could ruin everything.”
“then stop treating me like I’m fragile!” you shouted back, your voice trembling. “i’m not some porcelain doll, matt. i know what i signed up for when i fell in love with you.” your heart was racing, the pounding and ringing in your ears all too loud as your emotions bubbled under your skin.
his expression darkened, and he took a step closer. “you don’t understand what you’re asking for.” he muttered.
“than help me understand!” you yelled, tears threatening to spill. “stop shutting me out, stop running away, and talk to me. you don’t get to decide what’s best for me.” your finger coming up to point at him to make your statement clearer.
his jaw tightened once more, and for a moment, you thought he might actually listen. but then he shook his head, his voice cold. “you don’t get it. you never will.”
his words felt like a slap across your face, and you took a step back, your heart shattering. you nodded in disbelief, your own jaw clenching as you forced the words out of your mouth. “you’re right, matt. i don’t get it. because you won’t let me. you’re so scared of what could go wrong that you’re ruining everything we’ve built.”
he didn’t respond, his silence cutting deeper than any words could. anger and heartbreak swirled inside you, and you shook your head, blinking back tears. “if you’re not even willing to try, then maybe you’re right. maybe we don’t belong together.” you choked out as the tears spilled over.
his eyes widened, but he didn’t stop you as you grabbed your coat and stormed out, slamming the door behind you.
the days that followed were excruciating. you ignored matt’s texts, his half-hearted attempts to explain. he had stopped reaching out after the second day, and the silence between you felt louder than the argument you had. at night, you lay awake, replaying the fight over and over in your mind, wondering if somehow — you had made a mistake.
matt wasn’t faring any better. he spent hours pacing his apartment, replaying your words in his head. stop treating me like I’m fragile. the guilt gnawed at him, but so did the fear. he hated how much he missed you, how empty everything felt without you, but every time he thought about calling you, that fear of losing control stopped him.
by the fourth day, you couldn’t take it anymore. you grabbed your phone, staring at his contact name. after a moment of hesitation, you typed out a message.
We need to talk.
when matt opened the door that evening, the sight of you standing there stole the breath from his lungs. you looked tired, your eyes rimmed with exhaustion, but there was a determination in your expression that made his chest tighten.
“can I come in?” you asked, your voice low and quiet — the exhaustion clearly laced into your words.
he stepped aside, nodding silently. the apartment felt colder than you remembered, the air heavy with the unspoken tension that remained. you crossed your arms, turning to face him as he shut the door.
“i’m not here to fight,” you began, your voice steady despite the turmoil in your chest. “but we can’t keep doing this. ignoring each other, pretending everything’s fine when it’s not.”
he nodded — his eyes darting to look at the floor as his throat tightened. “i know.” he muttered.
you took a deep breath. “matt, i need you to listen to me this time. really listen. i’m not afraid of you. i never have been. i trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. but you keep shutting me out, and it’s breaking us.” you didn’t raise your voice — there wasn’t any anger behind your words.
guilt was written all over his face. “i don’t want to hurt you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “i’m scared that one day I’ll lose control, and you’ll hate me for it.”
you shook your head, “i could never hate you,” you said, stepping closer. “but if you keep pushing me away, i’m going to lose you anyway. and that’s a pain I can’t live with.” you admitted. because it’s true — even if he wasn’t human and there was a possibility he could hurt you, you weren’t ready to let him go. not anytime soon.
his eyes met yours, raw and vulnerable. “i don’t know how to stop being scared.” he whispered, shaking his head slowly as he spoke.
“then let me help you,” you said. “we’re supposed to be in this together, matt. But you have to let me in.”
for a long moment, he didn’t say anything. them, slowly, he reached for your hand, his grip firm but gentle. “i’m sorry,” he murmured. “for everything. i don’t want to lose you.”
“you won’t,” you promised, squeezing his hand. “but you have to promise to stop running from me.” you say, squeezing his hand a little tighter in yours.
he nodded, a silent promise to your words. something in him shifted then, a resolve forming behind his eyes. he pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours. “i’ve missed you so much,” he whispered.
you smiled, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck as you let your forehead rested against his. “i missed you so much too…i- i hate fighting.” you whispered, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
matt nodded, his hands sneaking down to your waist as his fingers dug into your flesh. “m’so sorry love. didn’t-.. didn’t mean to make you cry that night.” he said, leaning his head back a little to capture your lips in a soft kiss.
you melted into the kiss, tugging him even closer against you as you let the feeling consume you. you felt relief — the tension that was radiating through your body slowly melting away.
when he pulled back, his teeth tugged at your bottom lip. “let me make it up to you…let me show you how much i want you.”
and how could you deny that? the way his eyes softened. you nodded slowly, watching as his body lost its tension as well. a small smile tugged at his lips, hands letting go of your hips as he grabbed your hands after you let them drop from around his neck.
he tugged you toward the couch, slowly sitting you down and pushing your body back as he climbed on top of you. “s’pretty love. always so beautiful.” he complimented — his hands sliding under your shirt and tugging the fabric up your body until he slipped it over your head. the clothing being discarded in the floor.
your face heated, hands gripping his shoulders as he leaned down, peppering kisses along your collar bone — making his way between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach. his hands found the hem of your pants soon enough. he looked up at you, asking for permission, and you nodded.
your hips shifted up as he tugged them down your legs, your underwear following and being tossed in the heap of fabric piled on the floor. you gasped as the air made contact with your core, legs instinctively trying to close.
matt chuckled, shifting his body more between your legs to keep them open. he placed another kiss to your stomach before sitting up, your hands dropping from his shoulders — he tugged his shirt off and discarding his pants and boxers, tossing them on the floor somewhere too.
your eyes watched his every move. you were always so mesmerized by the way he looked — the way his muscles were so visible even if he didn’t have a lot. but you knew he was strong. and the way his tattooed arm always made you melt.
his eyes flicked to you, smirking as he caught your eyes. “like what you see love?” he teased, lowering himself back on top of you. you grinned, rolling your eyes at him, your hands gripping him once more. “you know i do..don’t get cocky baby.” you whispered.
he hummed, clicking his tongue against his teeth before his face leaned closer to your own. his breath ghosted over your lips, so close but so far. you leaned up, chasing his lips before they finally connected. a small whimper slipped out, tugging him closer on top of you as your tongues slid together.
suddenly, you felt a shark poke against your lip — the action making you gasp as you pulled away. you looked at matt, eyes flicking to his mouth. he bit you.
his eyes widened. “love i didn’t-“ you shushed him quickly, pulling him back down. you couldn’t understand it, but you loved it. the heat that flowed through your body when he nipped you — made you want more.
“you-“ you breathed, pausing for a moment to think. you could see his need reflected in his eyes, his pupils blown wide. slowly you tilted your head to the side. “-do it baby…know you want to.” you whispered.
matt’s brows furrowed before he shook his head. “don’t want to hurt you.” he said. “you won’t matt, do it-..like when you bite me.” you admitted, and he froze for a moment. you went to speak again, but before you could, his head slotted at your neck. his fangs poking against your skin.
“tell me if you want me to stop.” he whispered before his fangs dug into your skin, piercing the flesh. you gasped, the sound tampering off into a moan, nails digging into his back. matt stopped, pulling away as the sound startled him just a little.
“are you okay love? i didn’t hurt you did i?” he asked, and you shook your head. your legs shifted, coming up to wrap around his hips. as much as you loved him taking his time, the heat coursing through you was starting to become unbearable. your pussy aching and sensitive.
“need-…need you in me please.” you panted, pulling his hips closer to your own, his hard cock pushing against your thigh. matt’s eyes moved from your neck to between your thighs, and he smiled, reaching a hand between your bodies to grip his length. he gave a few tugs before lining himself up with your wet folds, pushing forward to sink himself into your warm walls.
you both let out a synchronized moan, your head tipping back and his body laid flat against your own. his head slotted to your neck again, his hips moving slowly as his fangs pierced your flesh once more.
your nails ran down his back, whimpering as he drank from your neck. it burned a little, but the pain combined with the pleasure made your body wither. matt groaned against your neck as his hips picked up their pace. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.
“oh- matt-“ you moaned, eyes rolling back as the tip of his cock pressed against that sweet spot buried inside you. your head felt light as he drank from you, but before long he pulled away — growling as his hand planted itself by your head, the other sneaking down to grab at your hip.
the pace wasn’t brutal, but it was just enough. you felt so full. tears began to prick at the corner of your eyes, moving your gaze to look back up at matt as he stared down at you. your blood painted his lips, some smearing across his cheek. the sight made your stomach twist, your walls clamping down on his cock as you moaned once more.
matt moaned, “god y’so good love - so good f’me, so good to me.” he panted as he praised you, his hand squeezing your hip a little tighter as he leaned down and captured your lips with his. you could taste your blood, the liquid smearing as the kiss grew more desperate.
you loved the way he spoke to you, always made you feel like you were his — like you were wanted and needed. matt shifted, his cock pressing deeper into your walls as he fucked you. “mnph!” your noise was muffled by his lips on yours, your legs tightening more around him.
your stomach fluttered, a knot forming as his hips continued to slot against yours. it felt so good — he made you feel so good. you don’t know why he was so afraid of hurting you, he never could.
matt eventually pulled back, panting heavily as his eyes watched the way your body moved under his. you looked so beautiful, the way your eyes fluttered closed as your mouth hung open, his name slipping past your lips with every sharp thrust of his hips.
“matt…gonna- mm.” you tried to warn him, the knot tightening in your core as his thrusts never stopped. matt nodded — he knew, he understood. the hand on your hip moved, his thumb now pressing onto your clit as he moved it in tight circles.
the pressure on your clit made your body shake, small tears slipping down your cheeks out of pleasure. your arms tugged him down, “baby- please..kiss- kiss me.” you gasped, and he complied. leaning down to kiss you once more as his hips continued to move.
his thumb continued to stimulate your clit — you were seconds away from snapping and when you finally did, you pulled back, chanting his name over and over again as your body shook. your gummy walls clamping down on him again as you came around him.
matt watched you with hooded eyes — the way you felt, the way you looked made pleasure prick up his spine. just the knowledge that he was making you feel good — had him following shortly behind. his hips stuttering.
“fuck- love you, love you, love you.” he repeated as he spilled his load inside you. he slowed to a stop, his body coming down to lay on your sweaty one — pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible.
he dug his face into your hair, holding you as you both came down from your highs. after a few moments he pulled back, looking down at your now tired body. “y’feel better love?..” he whispered, and you nodded, smiling.
“love you so much matt.” you mumbled, already drifting off to sleep under him. he grinned, chest tightening.
what about vet!chris with an overly anxious pet owner reader
the small exam room was bright, the soft hum of fluorescent lights doing nothing to calm your frazzled nerves. you sat perched on the edge of a chair, clutching the carrier in your lap like it was a lifeline. inside, your tabby cat, cinnamon, let out another mournful meow, and you winced.
the sound of the door creaking open made your head snap toward it — you already knew who it was but your mouth was quick to spew words before your brain could catch up to what you were saying.
“she’s been crying all night,” you said, your voice barely steady as chris walked in, a clipboard tucked under his arm. “i don’t know what’s wrong, but what if it’s something serious? what if—”
chris, ever the calm and collected one, set the clipboard down and crossed the room to you. he crouched slightly to meet your eyes, resting his hands lightly on your knees. “hey, hey, slow down,” he said softly. “let me take a look before we jump to conclusions, okay?” he said, thumbs rubbing your knees softly.
you nodded quickly, biting your lip as he gently pried the carrier from your hands and placed it on the exam table. cinnamon let out another pitiful cry as chris opened the door, carefully coaxing her out with his gentle, practiced touch. his voice dropped into that soothing tone he used with all his patients. “there we go, sweetheart. let me see what’s going on.” he murmured, tone gentle as he spoke to cinnamon.
he began his examination, his fingers expertly moving over cinnamon’s tiny body. you watched every movement, your heart racing with every slight twitch of his brow. “she’s been sleeping more than usual, too,” you added nervously, wringing your hands. “and she hasn’t been eating her wet food. She loves her wet food, chris. what if it’s something horrible?” you rambled — spewing your thoughts, but nothing was helping the way your chest ached.
chris turned to you with a raised brow, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. “or,” he said, “what if it’s just a furball?” he said softly.
you blinked, momentarily thrown off by his statement. “a-“ you paused, brows drawn together. “-a furball?” you said slowly.
“yep.” he turned back to cinnamon, running his hand gently over her belly. “her stomach feels fine, her weight is good, and she’s just a little tense. if she’s been grooming more than usual, that’s probably it. i’ll double-check to be sure, but I don’t think it’s anything more serious.” he stated, smiling as he gave her a small pet.
you let out a shaky breath, your heart slowly starting to unclench. “you’re sure? really sure?” you say, wanting to make sure he was being truthful — of course he would be, he knows what he’s doing, but it didn’t stop you from asked.
chris turned back to you, his warm eyes meeting yours. “i wouldn’t tell you that if i wasn’t sure, babe. cinnamon’s okay. I promise.”
his reassurance melted the last bit of panic in your chest, and you leaned back in your chair, exhaling deeply. chris chuckled softly, stepping closer to you and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “you always get yourself so worked up,” he murmured, his thumb brushing your cheek. “you know i wouldn’t let anything happen to either of my girls.”
his words sent a different kind of flutter through your chest, one that had nothing to do with anxiety and everything to do with the way he was looking at you — like you were his whole world. you gave him a sheepish smile, your hand coming up to cover his. “i can’t help it,” you admitted. “she’s my baby.”
“and you’re mine,” he said easily, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “now let me finish with cinnamon, and then i’m taking both of my girls home. sound good?”
For @hearts4werka , this is based off of her partyboy!chris and drugdealer!reader au. definitely go check her out!! Hope you like this sweetheart <3
chris couldn’t keep his hands off the steering wheel, the satisfied smirk plastered across his face as he pulled into the lot. the rev of his car echoed into the night, heads turning instantly. It was impossible not to notice — a sleek black beast, polished to perfection, reflecting the glint of every streetlight and flicker of neon.
but the car wasn’t the only thing stealing the show.
you stepped out after he came to a stop, your cropped leather jacket snug against your figure, a pair of sleek black boots hitting the pavement with just enough attitude to turn more heads. chris leaned casually against the driver’s side door, his gaze on you, sharp and adoring.
“she’s a beauty, huh?” chris grinned, flicking his chin toward the car, though his eyes stayed glued on you. someone in the crowd laughed. “the car or her?”
“both,” chris replied, tossing the keys into the air before catching them with ease. “but I’m the only one lucky enough to have either.” his grin widening.
you rolled your eyes at his arrogance but couldn’t help the slight curve of your lips. the truth was, chris loved showing you off almost as much as his car — if not more. he didn’t just bring you here because of your connections or because you’d helped him score the cash to make that last upgrade. he brought you because you were his favorite accessory, the one thing that made him look even better.
the two of you weaved through the crowd, chris taking the lead as he headed toward the group gathering around the flashiest rides. everyone dapped him up, eyes scanning over you just as often as his car.
“you, Chris,” someone called, eyeing the underglow shining from his car, “that’s new. What’d it run you?” chris laughed, pulling you closer by the waist. “let’s just say… my girl and i work smart, not hard.”
you didn’t miss the way his grip on you tightened, the subtle way he made sure every guy knew exactly who you belonged to. It was cocky, sure, but that was chris.
later on in the night, you decided to rest against the hood of his car — watching the way everyone came up to him to ask about the car, and leave some compliments about you. which chris accepted but quickly made it known he wasn’t gonna tolerate people hitting on you.
soon enough, he made his was over to you from where he was at. “Having fun, baby?” he asked, hands planted on your legs as he opens them — shifting to standing between your legs as he tugged you closer.
“maybe,” you teased, running a hand along his chest. “you just love showing me off, huh?” chris leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as his fingers dug into your thighs. “you kidding? you’re the best thing I’ve got.”
chris leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you bounce around the living room. your energy had taken over, and you were in full dance mode, twirling and shimmying to the beat blasting from your speaker.
he chuckled, leaning away from the doorframe. “alright, i’m in,” he announced, walking over while shrugging off his hoodie.
you froze mid-spin, panting slightly. “oh, you-“ you pause, pointing at him dramatically, “-think you can take me?” you say, now pointing to yourself.
chris raised a brow at you, walking over to your phone that was connected to the speaker. “oh, i know i can.” he says, changing the song quickly.
the song changed to an upbeat pop track, and chris jumped in, matching your wild energy. Spins turned into exaggerated moves, his laughter blending with yours as the “dance-off” escalated. you both kept going until you collapsed onto the couch, breathless and grinning.
“okay,” you gasped, “you win.”
chris leaned back, grinning. “told you. but don’t worry, baby. you kept up pretty well.”
