Ahhh I'm the anon that requested the Vinnie piece! Thank you so much it's adorable I love it! Could not get the smile off my face while reading! Thank you again! Also I love your banner, are tiger lilies your favorite flower?
ahh!!! I’m so glad you loved it my love!! And of course thank you for the request it was so fun to write🫶 yes!! Tiger lilies/lilies in general are my favorite flower!
I'm so excited your writing speaks directly to my heart! My request is something silly and fluffy. At vidcon/twitchcon/whatever you want Vinnie Hacker, it boy supreme, is walking around and attending things with a girl as his plus one. She's clearly his girlfriend based on how they're acting. Essentially he hard launches out of nowhere with someone no one knew. The absolute scenes that would create with influencers who have been trying to shoot their shot and fans seeing those two in the background of vlogs. The devastation of someone winning the Vinnie Hacker Girlfriend Hunger Games right under their nose. Again I'm being kinda silly. Please and thank you!
𝓑ᝰ. this was requested by anon!! i hope you guys enjoy!
San Diego Convention Center was already flooded with creators, fans, cosplayers, and every kind of chaotic energy imaginable. Streamers were live, people were passing out merch like it was candy, and everyone was elbow-deep in trying to figure out which bathroom Kai had ducked into an hour ago.
Vinnie had his sunglasses low on his nose and hoodie pulled halfway over his head as he wove through the crowd casually. like he wasn’t the reason half the attendees were craning their necks and whispering behind their phones. His lanyard swung against his chest, and his phone was tucked into his back pocket. The boy moved like he didn’t have a care in the world.
but he had a secret right in his hands..
Or more accurately— the “secret” had their arm looped around his, wearing an oversized hoodie which was definitely stolen out of his closet. You were sipping on an iced matcha with the confidence of someone who had every right to be there. “Baby,” he murmured, glancing down at you with a smirk, “you do realize everyone’s staring at us, right?” You looked up, brow raised over your sunglasses. “Yeah. I thought they were staring at you.”
“They usually are,” he said smugly, “but you? You just stole all my thunder.” you rolled your eyes playfully “Oh no, my sincerest apologies,” you deadpanned, pressing a hand to your chest. “Shall I let go of your arm? Walk ten paces behind? Pretend I’m your assistant or something?” Vinnie shook his head and laid a hand on your back to push you forward to a stand. You two fell into conversation with the booth worker.
"You spent forty-five minutes choosing between 'Mermaid Sparkle' and 'Vanilla Dreams,' babe," he reminded you. "I deserve compensation for that trauma." You nudged him with your elbow. "You liked Vanilla Dreams," you accused. "Don't pretend you didn't wear it the next day."
The bickering between you two was soft, playful-like a well-practiced inside joke the world wasn't meant to hear. But the world was definitely watching. Somewhere in the crowd, a vlogger had paused mid-sentence. "Wait... is that Vinnie?" she whispered into her mic. "And who—who is that with him? Is this his girlfriend??" Her camera slowly panned to catch the two in frame.
You both didn't notice. Too busy looking at the booth where a guy in a hotdog costume was speedrunning Just Dance 2014.
"Wait, wait," you said, eyes wide. "I need to watch this. He's actually killing it." You laughed. "Is that —'Call Me Maybe?"» Vinnie blinked, genuinely impressed. "Okay, respect."
You stood shoulder-to-shoulder, watching for a good five minutes. Vinnie reached for your drink, taking a sip without asking, and handed it back. You didn't blink. Just wiped the straw with your sleeve and kept sipping.
More eyes caught on... More whispers spread.
More TikToks recording, some zooming in as Vinnie casually dropped a hand to the small of your back as you walked toward the next booth. When someone called his name, he turned, flashed his signature smile, gave a quick wave and then instinctively reached back for your hand, tugging you with him as you took a sharp turn down a side aisle.
He gasped once he saw a certain booth pulling you over to it. "we are so padme and Anakin coded" he said. "So you kill me?" You joked. "Yeah out of the undying fear of loosing you." You rolled your eyes playfully finding it adorable. "I can't blame Anakin though.. like if I was gonna loose a baddie like padme I would destroy the world too" you gasped hitting his shoulder.
"Vinnie!" You laughed. "I'm kidding. I would do it for you though" he leaned down and kissed your cheek. you smiled up at him. "well I wouldn't follow you down that path" he gasped placing a hand on his chest causing you both to laugh.
That was the moment. The hard launch.
He just kissed your cheek in public. It was like a thousand influencers, fans, and nosey creators felt the disturbance in the force.
And the thing that got them is that you were gorgeous, funny, cool and casual about the fans. You weren't an influencer. You were give everyone whiplash because who the hell were you??
Soon after that you made it to a creator lounge where Vinnie promptly faceplanted onto a beanbag. “I’ve taken more pictures today than I did in the last three months.”
You flopped beside him, legs across his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. “I feel like I’ve seen half the internet in one hour. I waved at someone in a Minecraft onesie and I don’t know if they were cosplaying or not.”
“I think that’s just how some people dress.” Vinnie chuckled. “I think we saw TommyInnit three times and he didn’t realize.” You laughed at the thought “I think we might be in someone’s vlog thumbnail right now.” He joked.
“Wait-“ you looked at each other wide eyed. “Do you think people know?” You asked. Vinnie snorted. “Know what? That you’re madly in love with me? Probably not. I’ve been hiding you like a rare Pokémon card.”
You rolled your eyes. “You could’ve told me you were gonna go all PDA today.” He shrugged. “Kinda felt like the right time. You looked cute. We were already walking around. You had your ‘girlfriend’ energy on full blast. I just… didn’t feel like pretending anymore.”
Your features softened at that. “Okay,” you said quietly. “Then I guess it’s my turn to go all PDA.” Vinnie’s brows shot up. “You gonna kiss me or what?”
“Nope,” you said sweetly, reaching into your bag. “I brought your embarrassing baby photos.” His eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.” She held up a laminated photo of 7-year-old Vinnie in a leopard onesie with toothpaste on his cheek.
His jaw dropped. “Where did you even find that.” You laughed at his face. “Your mama. she happily handed it over. Thank you mama hacker!” You said out loud laughing harder. “Oh I’m so gonna call her after this.” You looked at him a louder laugh leaving your lips. a few people in the lounge stared. “Sorry.” You covered your mouth trying to die down your laughter.
“we should go back out.” You nodded standing up and putting the photo away. Once you walked back into the main area you hit a photo op with some fans. Vinnie posed, winked, flashed peace signs but the real shock came when a fan asked, “Is that your girlfriend?”
Vinnie didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into the frame, and said casually, “Yeah. This is my girlfriend.” And the fan? Froze. Jaw dropped. Let out a stunned, high-pitched, “Wait, for real?”
Vinnie chuckled. “Yeah. Sorry if it ruins the fantasy.” You added with a grin. The fan smiled before jumping up and down. “Oh my gosh you are so pretty!!!” You smiled. “Thank you so much hun.” She smiled. “Can I get a picture?” You nodded pushing Vinnie out of the way jokingly.
the next few hours were full of pictures and talking with fans. when you finally got home Vinnie and you had so much to scroll though as his phone blew up.
Screenshots. Zoom-ins. Fan theories. TikToks analyzing the way Vinnie looked at you like you hung the moon. Threads of people trying to figure out who you were and videos of you two in the background of other influencer vlogs.
Your legs tangled in his and your head on his chest as you laid down. You looked up and asked, “So, you happy with the hard launch?” Vinnie chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “Honestly? Best soft launch ever.”
You flicked his chest. “That was not soft.” He laughed. “I mean… we didn’t kiss on camera. So… technically…” you shook your head. “You so did! Someone literally got a clip of you kissing my cheek. You also called me your favorite person in an interview!”
He grinned. “Okay, yeah. But I meant every word.” You smiled, eyes sleepy. “You know you’re gonna break some hearts, right?” He wrapped his arms tighter around you, lips brushing the top of your head.
“Yeah,” he whispered, “but none of them were mine.” You smiled brightly before closing your eyes. “I love you vin.” he smiled. “I love you more sweetheart.”
𝓑ᝰ. hi lovelies!! this is a little sad.. your girl was in her feels. i love you guys so much enjoy!!
The apartment was quiet in a way it hadn’t been in months. All the past laughter and late night conversations were like ghosts haunting him. His hoodie hung off his frame like it didn’t belong to him anymore and maybe it didn’t. Everything felt like it belonged to a version of himself that had existed days ago. Maybe longer. He couldn’t tell time right now. these past 3 days were all a blur he couldn’t remember.
He sat on the edge of the bed. your shared bed. His fingers clenched into the sheets you hadn’t slept on in a few nights. His knees bounced. His throat burned. He hadn’t cried. Not yet. He hadn’t let himself. If he did, it would be real.
And he wasn’t ready for it to be real.
Your sweater still hung on the edge of the his chair. He hadn’t touched it. He couldn’t. he was afraid that it would break him.
He replayed your voice in his head multiple times. it wasn’t the person he had fallen in love with. The cold sentence wasn’t full of the softness or the love it used too. It wasn’t the same voice he had shared soft laughs with or the late-night whispers.
“Chris, I just… I don’t feel it anymore.”
He squeezed his eyes shut. That was three nights ago. You’d stood in this room, arms crossed tightly over your chest, your voice trembling but not from sadness, but guilt. And that was the worst part. You meant well. You were gentle. Honest.
and it still shattered him in ways he hadn’t felt no matter how soft you did it.
Chris had always known that once he fell.. he fell hard. he loved too hard. Too fast. Too desperately. It was something he didn’t talk about—something he buried in sarcasm and “nah, I’m good”s, but the truth was, he wasn’t good. Not before you. Not even now.
Especially not now..
you two had dated for two years. 730 days that were full of thousands of conversations, hundreds of fights, Inside jokes only you two understood, late-night drives, and shared looks that shared emotions he’ll never forget.
he didn’t know where it all went wrong. he tried everything he possibly could to make sure you didn’t leave him. when he met you for the first time he thought you were gonna be his forever.
you were all confidence and calm energy. You walked into his life like you’d belonged in it. Like the universe had already made space for you in his chest and was just waiting for him to catch up.
But Chris had always kept people at arm’s length. Not because he didn’t care but because he cared too much. Getting attached was a sickness for him. He knew how he got when he truly fell. Clingy. Paranoid. Desperate to be reassured that he wouldn’t be left behind like all the others.
Still, you stayed. You had met him halfway, every time. You held his face when he got in his own head. You texted him just because. You listened when he rambled and didn’t get scared when he told you about the way his thoughts spiraled sometimes.
he was stupid enough to believe that when you said you weren’t going anywhere “no matter what happened” you actually meant it.
when you had left you hadn’t taken all of your things. Just your laptop, charger, a few clothes in a bag that used to sit next to his sneakers by the door. He thought maybe that meant something. That you weren’t sure. That you’d come back and it’ll all be okay.
But it made his stomach turn when you hadn’t called. Hadn’t texted. Hadn’t liked anything he posted. Hadn’t even checked on him. he knew that maybe this was the end.
He was halfway through rereading a message thread between the two of you. scrolling back months into your I-love-yous and inside jokes when the lock clicked. it was past midnight by now. He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
The door creaked open like the universe was testing him. Seeing how much more he could take. then you stepped inside. You looked exhausted. Not sad. Not angry. Just tired. Like you hadn’t slept. Like the breakup had carved something out of you too, and maybe it had. Maybe that should’ve made him feel better but it didn’t.
Chris didn’t move. he was afraid if he did you’d disappear. “I just came to get the rest of my stuff,” you said softly, like you were scared her voice would shatter the silence too harshly.
Chris said nothing. Just gave a nod so small it barely counted. When you moved across the room your eyes briefly flicked to him but you pulled it away just as quick as it came. The bag in your hand brushed the doorway as you stepped into the closet, pulling down a few shirts.
He could hear you trying not to sniffle. Maybe it was allergies. Maybe it was grief. Either way, he heard it, and it scratched at something deep in his chest.
when you stepped out of the closet you picked up the sweater on the back of the chair. “You should keep that,” he murmured suddenly, his voice rough and low. You paused. “Chris—” he shook his head. you softly picked the sweater up in your arms as he kept his eyes on his hands.
His voice came out hoarse again. “You could’ve just… told me.” You paused, her back to him as you stopped at the entrance of the closet again.
God, he didn’t understand. You had been good together.. maybe not perfect, but you were trying. He was trying.
Chris’s eyes stayed locked on the floor as he spoke. “When you stopped feeling it. You could’ve said something.”
You turned, slowly. Your face looked like you wanted to explain, but there were no words good enough for that kind of pain. “I didn’t know how,” you said.
“You said you weren’t going anywhere.” you breathed carefully. “I thought I meant it.” He let out a small, bitter laugh. “I thought you did too.” You stepped into the middle of the room again. “Chris…”
He finally looked up at you. he really looked at you. And God, you looked like a ghost. Not because you were pale or distant but because you weren’t his anymore. His voice cracked in a way that made want to cry “I would’ve done anything. You know that, right?”
You odded. “I know. That’s what scared me.” His breath caught. “What?” You nodded. “You would’ve bent yourself into pieces for me. And I let you. You loved me like I was oxygen. Like if I left, you’d stop breathing. That kind of love… it’s beautiful, but it’s also heavy. It started to feel like drowning.”
The silence that followed wasn’t quiet anymore. It was a scream with no sound. He stood now, slowly, arms hanging useless at his sides. “You made me feel like I wasn’t too much. Like I could be needy and anxious and clingy and you’d still choose me. Every day.”
“I did,” you whispered. His heart stopped at the way you said it.. did. Past tense. A dead thing. “Then why didn’t you fight for us?” You swallowed hard. “Because by the time I realized I was fading, I didn’t want to keep you hoping.”
Chris blinked. “You already were my hope.” You both stood like that for a bit. Only feet apart but you felt worlds away. “I’m sorry.” you softly said before turning to grab the last of your things. Chris stood there for a second before also turning and laying down on the bed cuddling into the pillow that still had the smell of you on it. He could hear you shuffling through things and small sniffles again. he knew you were crying.
It was 1:12 when you had finally collected every you could. you silently looked over at the boy you once loved before walking to the door. Chris looked up at you teary eyed. “wait..” your hand stopped on the door handle.
he wiped his nose. “I will always love you.” He muttered. you almost lost right then and there. he almost had hope when you didn’t move. “goodbye Chris.” was all that came out of your mouth as you opened the door and shut it quietly behind you.
He sat in silence for a good second before it all hit him. he bawled. He finally let it feel real. his teary eyes caught the glimpse of your sweater still sitting on the chair. he couldn’t believe it. he got up quickly as his hand shook. his shaky hands wrapped around the fabric pulling it to his face.
he buried his face in it like it might still hold the sound of your voice, the echo of your laugh, and the softness of your goodbye.
just maybe.. this would finally be ending to everything or maybe it was the start of a whole new wave of hurting.
Chris had never ordered an uber so fast. You had texted him saying that you were finally ready to let him have you.. All of you. You two had been together for almost two years now and you had never gone past heated makeout sessions or some light touches. You were so nervous he wouldn’t like what he saw even though you knew that he worshiped you and he always reminded you of that. He was always so patient with you. He wanted you to be ready and he waited until you were.
The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through your window as you waited for Chris to arrive. you glanced at the clock for the third time in five minutes, anticipation bubbling up in your chest. He had texted you a few minutes ago, saying he was almost there. You couldn’t wait. You were finally ready to give that last part to him. It was a scary thing to think about but you trusted him with your life.
A few moments later, there was a knock at the door. Your heart skipped. You sighed running a hand through your hair before rushing to open the door, your face lighting up as you saw him standing there, his signature grin already on display. “Hey, pretty girl,” Chris greeted, leaning in to give you a quick, soft kiss on the cheek. He looked comfortable and laid-back, wearing his favorite hoodie and a backwards hat that kept his unruly hair in check. You loved that about him—how he always looked so effortlessly good.
“Hey handsome.” you said softly, stepping aside to let him in. "You made it, I thought you’d get lost or something." Chris chuckled, slipping his shoes off. “Oh, please. I could find my way here with my eyes closed at this point.” you smiled and closed the door behind you. You walked up to your room. You sat on the bed looking up at him with your big eyes and innocent looking features. Chris had always loved how pretty and innocent you looked. He was ecstatic that he was the one going to take your virginity. You were the purest not really understanding the jokes he’d thrown around, or how to really do anything.
Part of Chris wanted to bury himself deep inside you as soon as possible and the other part wanted to savor every moment. Your chest rose and fell with every breath. Nervousness bubbling in your chest. “Do you know what it means when we do this baby..?” Chris mumbled. You shook your head. “Words.” he rubbed a hand down your arm. His eyes took in every detail of you and imprinted it into his mind. Your skin glowing beneath the dim lights. “No..”
“It means you won't be the only virgin in our group anymore.” He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip smirking at his own joke. You rolled your eyes and pushed his hand causing him to chuckle. “Lay back f’me..” you nodded and moved your head onto the comfort of your pillows. Chris kissed your cheek.
He grabbed the hem of our shirt looking at you in approval. You nodded once again. He pulled your shirt up over your head. The light orange bralette that sat perfectly on your chest displayed everything. His face lit up. “When did you get this?” he asked, his fingers ran over the lace.. “Yesterday.. I thought you’d like it..” you sheepishly smiled. “No, I don't like it.” your face dropped. “I love it ma.” Your face filled with obvious relief. “I’m just messing’ with you.”
he chuckled, running a hand down the side of your body leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Lift your hips for me love.” you did exactly as he said. He pulled your shorts down. “Matching panties too? You tease.” you smiled. He kissed your stomach. “Okay once again.. Are you one hundred percent you want to do this?” You nodded. “Yes chris. I’m one hundred and 10 percent.” He smiled up at you and ran a finger over your clothed clit. A gasp left your lips.
He spread your thighs open more. A soft whimper left your lips. “Chris don’t tease..” He frowned. “That’s the best though.” You shook your head lightly. He slowly pulled the panties down your legs. He almost drooled at the set of your dripping wet folds. “You are so wet fuck.”
He cursed. You suddenly got self conscious. You went to close your thighs before Chris stopped you and pushed your thighs open again. “Baby that’s a good thing.. You're gorgeous.” you bit your lip. He leaned down and kitten licked your clit. Causing you to whine. He maintained eye contact. He flattened his tongue against your clit, alternating between long, slow licks and slowly but surely fastening his flicks. He was so fucking hungry for you, for your taste, for the innocence shattering beneath him at this very moment. “Oh fuck- chris,” You gasped, placing your hands in his hair. “I need—oh God.” you threw your head back when he shoved his tongue into your dripping hole.
His hands dug into the fluffy flesh of your thighs.“You taste so fucking good.” He mumbled against you. The unfamiliar feeling bubbling up in your stomach. “Chris i-” you gasped he pulled away slightly rubbing his finger over your sensitive bud. “Just let go Ma.” he breathed, leaning back down and continuing his pace. He sucked and licked and till you started to shake under him. Your thighs closed around his head, he quickly pushed them back open. You bucked your hips against his face.
Chris pulled away with a big smirk on his face. He licked his lips. “You did so good f’me” you looked at him with a blushed out face he leaned up and kissed you shoving his tongue into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his tongue. He pulled away and dropped his head into your neck sucking dark marks into your skin. He trailed down your neck onto the cleavage of your tits.
He continued to suck dark marks. He pulled the bralette off you and dropped his head instantly sucking onto your perky nipples. You moaned softly as he kneaded your left one. He switched and gave some attention to your other one. You ran a hand through his hair. He pulled off with a small “plop” which caused you to flush. He smirked up at you. “Your so pretty baby.”
He stood up pulling his shirt off and then his sweatpants. An obvious wet spot was forming from his boxers. He discarded his boxers quickly after. Your eyes darted down, you couldn't help it. You had always imagined something like this but it scared you. “baby..” He chuckled.
Your face flushed with embarrassment. He rolled on a condom and got up back on top of you hovering over you. “I wish I could say this isn't gonna hurt but if it becomes too much you tell me okay sweetheart?” He reassured you. “Okay.. I trust you..” He nodded and rubbed his throbbing head against you. You whined. He slowly pushed into you. You grabbed his bicep.
He wasn't even half way in and it hurt. It hurt so bad you almost called it then but Chris kissed your cheek. He completely stopped his movements and looked at you with scared eyes. “You can continue..” you mumbled. He nodded and pushed more in. He hissed at how tight you squeezed him. Once he was fully in you you looked up at him with tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “I’m gonna move okay..?” He asked.
You shook your head, eyes glossy. He soothed your hair out slowly moving out and then back in. The pain slowly turning into pleasure. “You can go faster.” He bit back a smirk and picked his pace up. Everytime thrusted into you the more that feeling bubbled back into your stomach.
“Fuck mamas your taking me so good.” He grabbed your hips. “Chris!” you screamed as he pushed himself deeper into your gummy walls. He repeatedly hit your G- spot. Yours and his orgasm ripped through you both. Your moans and his groans mixed together as you both came undone on each other.
As he pulled out you whimpered at the loss of contact. You felt so full with him in you. He disappeared into the bathroom. You sighed with a huge smile on your face. He came back out with a warmed washcloth cleaning you up. His face seemed so focused on making sure you were clean.
He brushed the sweaty pieces of hair off your face. “Arms up.” You lifted your arms up as he slipped his shirt over your body then slipped your underwear up your legs and over your hips. You two slipped under your covers as you laid on his chest listening to his soft heartbeat. “Was it just how you imagined..?” he mumbled, rubbing small patterns into your hip. “Even better. Thank you, handsome.” You mumbled back. He smiled like a kid in a candy store and pulled you closer. “I love you pretty girl.” you hummed back and drifted off into sleep in the comfort of your boyfriend's arms.
The music pulsed through the packed fraternity house, reverberating in Chris’s chest as he leaned against the kitchen counter, red solo cup in hand. The air was heavy with the scent of cheap beer, sweat, and cologne, but none of it fazed him. This was his domain.
“Yo, Chris, have you seen her yet?” Nick asked, nudging him with his elbow. Chris smirked, shaking his head. “Not yet, but I’m sure I’ll know the second she walks in.” You were infamous at these parties, a force of chaos wrapped in the body of a goddess. You had a way of making the whole room tilt in your favor, guys and girls alike stumbling over themselves to bask in your orbit.
As if summoned by thought alone, the front door swung open, and there you were. You strutted in like you owned the place, your crop top clinging to you in all the right places and your ripped jeans showing just enough to keep people guessing. Your hair cascaded down your back, and your plump red lips curved into a dangerous smile.
Chris straightened, tossing his cup into the trash. “There she is,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Your eyes scanned the room, a predator looking for your prey. When your gaze landed on Chris, your smirk deepened. Without missing a beat, you sauntered toward him, your hips swaying to the beat of the music.
“Chris,” you purred, stopping just close enough to make his heart race. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“You’re at my house, pretty,” he replied, leaning in. “You expected me not to show up to my own party?” You chuckled, the sound low and sultry. “Touché.”
Your conversations were always like this—sharp and layered with tension that neither of you dared to break. But tonight, there was an edge to your demeanor, a challenge in your eyes that made Chris’s pulse quicken.
“You dancing tonight, or are you just here to tease me?” he asked, his tone light but his gaze serious. You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “Maybe both,” you replied before grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the makeshift dance floor in the living room.
The crowd parted for you like water, and soon you were in the center of the chaos. You turned to face Chris, your movements fluid as you matched the beat of the music. You danced like you didn’t care who was watching, but Chris knew better. Every sway of your hips, every flick of your hair—it was all intentional, all meant to drive him insane. And it was working.
Chris stepped closer, his hands hovering near your waist but not quite touching. He wasn’t stupid enough to think he could control you. You weren't the type to be claimed.
“You’re gonna kill me, you know that?” he murmured, his voice low enough for only you to hear.
You grinned, your lips dangerously close to his ear. “You’re not dying yet, frat boy.”
The song shifted, the bassline deepening, and You turned around, pressing your back against Chris’s chest. He hesitated for half a second before his hands found your hips, gripping you firmly but not possessively.
You moved together like you’d done this a thousand times before, the chemistry between you crackling like static electricity. Chris couldn’t focus on anything else—not the crowd around you two, not the music, not even the fact that you two were putting on a show for half the house.
All he could think about was you.
When the song ended, you spun around, your cheeks flushed and your eyes gleaming. “Not bad,” you teased, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
“You don’t make it easy,” he shot back, his voice hoarse.
Before he could say more, you grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward the stairs.
“Wait what about—”
“Don’t tell ‘em,” you interrupted, flashing him a mischievous smile. “Unless you’re chicken.”
Chris didn’t have a chance to reply before pulled him up the stairs, the door of his room slamming shut behind you fading the party.
You leaned against it, your eyes locked on his as you bit your bottom lip, a coy smile tugging at the corners. The air between you crackled with tension, the kind that had been building for weeks, maybe months.
Chris stood near the edge of his bed, his heart racing. He could hear the muffled bassline from downstairs, but it felt like it belonged to another world. This moment, this room-it was just you two.
You pushed off the door and slowly walked toward him, your shoes clicking softly against the wooden floor. When you stopped in front of him, you tilted your head, your expression daring yet soft.
"Are you scared of me, Chris?" you teased, your voice low, almost a whisper. Chris huffed a laugh, his smirk barely masking the way his pulse thundered in his ears. "Should I be?"
You didn't answer. Instead, you reached out, your fingers grazing the hem of his shirt. You looked up at him through your lashes, your lips parting slightly as you tugged at the fabric.
Chris swallowed hard. "You're playing with fire ma."
You raised a brow. "Maybe I like the burn it gives.”
That was all it took to break his restraint. Chris grabbed you by the waist, pulling you flush against him. Your breath hitched, and for a split second, you just stared at each other, your noses nearly touching.
Then you kissed him.
It wasn't soft or hesitant; it was fierce, full of all the teasing and tension that had been simmering between you. Your hands slid up his chest, tangling in his hair, while he gripped your hips, anchoring you to him as if he was afraid you'd slip away.
"Ma," he muttered against your lips, his voice gravelly.
"What?" you murmured, kissing him again, deeper this time. Chris pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his hands still firmly on your waist. "If we do this... it's not just some game for me."
Your expression faltered for a moment, your eyes flickering with something unreadable. But then you smiled, softer this time.
"Good," you whispered. "Because it's not for me either."
His lips found yours again, and this time, it was slower, more deliberate.
Chris guided you back until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You laughed softly as you fell onto the mattress, pulling him down with you. You moved together in perfect sync, every touch, every kiss igniting something deeper. Your laughter mixed with Chris's low murmurs, the weight of your usual banter replaced by something infinitely more intimate.
The mattress dipped under Chris's weight as he hovered over you, his hands pressing into the bed on either side of your head. Your hair fanned out against the pillow like a halo, but the mischievous glint in your eyes was anything but angelic.
"You're staring," you teased, your voice softer now, almost breathless. Your fingers toyed with the chain around his neck, tugging him closer.
"Can you blame me?" he shot back, his tone low as he leaned down until your noses brushed.
Your lips curved into a smirk, but there was a flicker of something deeper in your gaze-something Chris hadn't seen in you before.
Vulnerability. He didn't comment on it, didn't call you out. Instead, he closed the distance, his lips meeting yours with a mix of heat and tenderness. You sighed into the kiss, your hands sliding down his chest and under the hem of his shirt. Your nails grazed his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "Off," you murmured, tugging at the fabric.
Chris chuckled, sitting back just long enough to strip off his shirt, revealing the lean muscles you'd only caught glimpses of before. Your gaze lingered, and for once, you didn't have a snarky remark ready.
"What?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Nothing," you replied, your voice quieter now. You sat up slightly, your hands tracing the lines of his chest.
"Just didn't expect you to look this good." He laughed, the sound low and rich, before pulling you back down beneath him. "I could say the same about you," he murmured, his lips brushing your jaw, your neck, every spot that made you shiver beneath him.
You felt yourself slipping with every touch, every kiss. You'd built your reputation on being untouchable, unbothered, but Chris was different. He wasn't trying to win you over with fake charm or empty promises. He wasn't trying to tame you. He just wanted you.
As sweet as it was it scared you
"Chris," you whispered, your fingers curling into the sheets.
He paused, pulling back to look at you. His brow furrowed, and the intensity in his eyes softened.
"What is it?"
You hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip—a rare moment of hesitation for you. "This... This doesn't mean anything, right? Like, we're just..."
Chris's jaw tightened, and for a second, you thought he might pull away. But then he leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that was gentler than any you’d share so far.
"It doesn't have to mean anything tonight," he said quietly, his voice steady. "But don't pretend it's not there. You feel it just as much as I do."
Your breath caught, and for the first time in a long time, you didn't have a witty comeback. You just nodded, pulling him closer again, letting the conversation fade into the background as you lost yourselves in each other.
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The morning light filtered through the blinds in Chris’s room, casting soft rays over the tangled sheets and clothes strewn across the floor. Chris stirred awake, his head pounding faintly from the aftermath of the party, but it wasn’t the hangover that made his heart race.
It was you.
you laid beside him, one arm draped over your head and your lips slightly parted in sleep. Your hair fanned out across the pillow, and the faint remnants of last night’s lipstick still stained your mouth. You looked peaceful, almost angelic—nothing like the wild, chaotic force you were downstairs just hours ago.
Chris leaned back against the headboard, running a hand through his messy hair. What the hell did he get himself into? Last night was a blur of heat and tension, but it was crystal clear how you ended up here. You had a way of drawing him in, of making him forget everything else. And now, in the quiet of the morning, reality started creeping in.
“You’re staring again,” you muttered, your voice raspy with sleep. You didn’t even open your eyes, but a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Chris chuckled, leaning forward. “Hard not to when you look like that.”
Your eyes fluttered open, and you turned to face him, propping yourself up on one elbow. “Careful, Christopher. Compliments like that might make me think you’re catching feelings.”
Chris raised an eyebrow, smirking. “And what if I am?” you froze for a split second before laughing it off, the sound light but guarded. “Don’t make this complicated, Chris,” you said, sitting up and pulling the sheet around you. “Last night was fun, but you know how I am.”
Chris sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah, I know. But maybe I’m tired of this back-and-forth. Maybe I want more than just—”
“Stop,” you cut him off, your tone sharper than he expected. Your eyes softened as you looked at him, but there was a wall there, one he couldn’t push through. “This isn’t… I’m not the kind of girl who does ‘more.’ You know that.” Chris clenched his jaw, biting back the words he wanted to say. He knew your reputation, knew how you kept people at arm’s length, but last night felt different.
You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, standing up and searching for your clothes. “You’re a good guy, Chris,” you said, your voice softer now. “But you deserve someone who can give you what you want. And that’s not me.”
You found your jeans and slid them on, your movements quick and efficient like you were trying to get out before you could change your mind. Chris sat there, watching you, his chest tight.
“Don’t leave,” he called, his voice low.
You paused, your hand on the doorknob, but you didn’t turn around.
“You keep running from everyone, but one day you’re gonna realize you’re only hurting yourself,” he said, his tone both frustrated and resigned.
For a moment, the room was silent except for the faint hum of the world waking up outside. Then you turned your head slightly, just enough for him to see the flicker of pain in your eyes.
“Maybe..” you whispered “I’ll see you ‘round Chris.” You sighed slipping out the door.
Chris stared at the empty doorway, his chest heavy with everything unsaid. He could still smell your perfume lingering in the air, a bittersweet reminder of what he couldn’t have.
Soon enough his phone buzzed. Don’t tell anyone about last night.
He stared at the message, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. I won’t. But you can’t keep running forever.
There was no reply, and Chris didn’t expect one. You were a storm—beautiful, wild, and impossible to hold onto. And even though he knew you’d probably blow through his life just as quickly as you entered it, he wasn’t sure he’d ever stop chasing you.
