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miyasturniolo · 3 days

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TREAT HER BETTER | matt sturniolo

pairing: friend!matt x f!reader

summary: chris has been treating you like crap and to make it worse, he started dating another girl behind your back, which left you heartbroken. But one of his identical brothers gave you more love and attention than chris did.

warnings: smut, dominant matt, pet names (darling, good girl, my love, pretty girl, ma’am), unprotected sex, swearing, hair pulling, rough sex, use of y/n, oral female receiving, chris is being a total jerk.

a/n: not my photos, found on pinterest. LMAO, sorry for making chris an total asshole in this!! this is a long chapter but there will finally be smut and I promise it’s not pathetic quick smut, p in v.

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you - pink | matt- blue | chris - orange

Chris has been ghosting you all day and only responds to your text once, always with some excuse for why he hasn't messaged. This has been going on for a week, and even though you eventually stopped trying, you still held onto that hope that he would message you. But unfortunately, nothing. It's like a never-ending cycle of disappointment.

You started realizing that the excuses Chris was giving you were fake. It was frustrating to see him active on Instagram all day long while he claimed he couldn't message you. It really ticked you off, but you did make the decision to stop texting him. You didn't want to waste any more time and get your hopes up higher than they should be.

Nick has been messaging you, letting you know that Chris has been acting really strange lately. He's not his usual playful self and instead, he's been acting tough. It's odd that he spends a lot of time in his room and keeps the door locked while talking to someone or goes outside, not telling anyone where’s he’s going.

Sometimes, your suspicions and concerns were evident, but you genuinely cared about him since he was your boyfriend. It made you want to visit his house and go into Chris's room, just to see if something was on his mind or if there was anything going on. Specially when he’s turned off his location.

Matt has been messaging you as well, snitching on Chris about how he's seeing this girl, and according to Matt, she's not good looking at all. The situation is making it worse, which now includes overthinking if he's ghosting you to see this girl and has feelings for her and not you.

You didn't wanna believe Matt until you actually saw it with your own eyes. I mean, he would sell his soul just to not snitch on Chris, especially not for something as important and serious as this.

For the next few days, Matt has been sharing more and more with you, until he reached a point where he was the only one who knew what was going on. He knew you weren't taking sides, so he decided to invite you over without telling Chris, but he did tell Nick, hoping he wouldn't tell anyone.

Hours went by, and you found yourself at the sturniolo triplets place, which had a unique house setting that felt surprisingly cozy, almost like home. Nick was busy editing their new YouTube video, set to be posted on Friday, so it was Matt who answered the door.

“You came huh?” His smirk, with those pink lips of his, was so obvious in his tone that you could practically see it. It made you playfully roll your eyes, but couldn't help but crack a smile in return.

He let you in, being careful not to let Chris hear you at the door or anything. It was clear that he wanted to prove to you that he had been spending time with this girl, and it seemed like more than just friends.

“So you still don’t believe me?” Matt raised an eyebrow, and you wanted to believe him. It would make sense why he's been ghosting you for a week and a half. But deep down, you didn't want to believe him. “Not really..”

Matt could tell by the sound of your voice that it was being less than truthful, but Matt didn't call you out on it. He wanted you to admit that you agree with him, even if it was just a little bit.

“If you don’t, then why you here?” Those words stunned a bit, he had a really good point, and you couldn't deny it. If you didn't believe matt, you wouldn't even be here and you would still trust Chris.

You could feel your lips pressing together, searching for a way to come up with a convincing lie. But deep down, you both knew he was right. His soft chuckle filled the air, and he playfully ruffled your hair, his height advantage evident in that moment.

Matt glanced at the time, noting that it was 4:28pm. He had a rough estimate that Chris would soon leave his room to grab some snacks, always bringing enough for more than just himself. Although Matt had a hunch that the girl was up there, he didn't want to take any risks yet and decided to wait until later. He grabbed your hand and brought you to his room before chris sees you.

Matt's room was always neat and tidy, unlike Chris who would leave empty Pepsi cans scattered all over his desk and even on his bedside. Out of the triplets, Matt was definitely the tidiest one.

“Sit down.. if you want.” Matt eyes scanned his own room, making sure no laundry or anything is on the floor since he didn’t wanna embarrass himself.

You plopped down on his bed, taking in the sight of him wearing a plain white shirt paired with fresh love sweatpants.

“So, how long you think Chris has been with this girl?” He couldn't help but be captivated by the sound of your voice. It was something he wished he could listen to every single second. As his blue eyes met yours, he found himself lost in thought for a moment.

“Who knows.. few months?” He shrugged and sat down next to you on his bed. Matt could tell you were a bit hurt because you knew there was a chance he's cheating on you for this girl. Deep down though he knew he could fuck it out of you but he didn’t wanna do that just yet.

As we sat there in silence, it wasn't an awkward silence, but rather a lack of words to say. Suddenly, we heard footsteps, most likely coming from Chris. Matt mentioned that Chris always gets double the amount of food he eats, which suggests that someone else was there with him.

You saw Matt grab your thigh as you were about to stand up and check if it was Chris, but he shook his head no, not wanting to risk Chris seeing you for now. Then, Matt rubbed your thigh before getting up and leaving the room, but he kept the door nearly closed so you could listen.

“Why you grabbing snacks like we made out of money?” Matt voice was faint but you can tell what he’s saying.

“We sorta are in a way..? People buying fresh love, spacecamp and we are youtubers. We can replace the snacks back easily” His attitude was filled with cockiness.

Chris glanced at Matt and then proceeded to grab some more snacks. Lately, he's been getting snacks that he doesn't particularly enjoy, which makes you and Nick but mostly matt suspect that they might be for the girl he's been spending time with without your knowledge.

“When you actually gonna be sociable and say hi to me or nick? You literally just camp in your room like a teenager” Matt asked, raising his eyebrow without noticing. Chris just responded with a shrug of his shoulders and headed to his room.

Matt just stand in the kitchen for a small moment before he came back to his room and looked at you, but he didn't know what to say since he didn't really get anything out of Chris's mouth except for him talking about the snacks.

He sat back on his bed with you and lay on it, his legs dangling across.“I recommend to go in his room without warning soon and see him with the girl”

Matt was really confident that he was right and wanted to prove to you that Chris was ghosting you because of another girl who looked like you. It was surprising that he wasn't on his own brother's side and instead, he was supporting you.

“How do you fully know it’s a girl up there?” Your voice was so soft that it made Matt's heart race, even though it wasn't the best timing, especially since we were discussing Chris.

“I’ve seen her once, she sneaks into the backgarden and then god knows how she gets in Chris room. She literally looks like you but uglier, let’s say she needs to be in a science lab” Matt smiled a bit because he felt relieved to finally express his thoughts about this girl chris has been with and he wasn’t worrying about being judged.

The comment made you laugh, trying to picture what this girl looks like since you haven’t had a chance to see her. Your laugh meant the world to Matt, even from the start when you and Chris had the strongest relationship going. It was like a addictive feeling for him, he wanted more.

“You actually being serious?” Your laughter may have subsided a bit, but there's still a small chuckle lingering.

"I'm telling you, if you ever catch Chris with her, you'll take one look at the girl and be shocked. She'll look like she belongs in a horror movie. But then, I saw her without any makeup, and I swear, she could easily be a catfish.”

Your lips curled into a smile before laughing once more and he was as well. “You can’t be serious” Without you noticing he moved closer to you, keeping his leg brush against yours. “Dead serious”

Time was ticking while Matt and you were talking. Nick did come into the room to see you for a bit since he hadn't seen you all week, but he went back to his laptop because he needed to do some editing before tomorrow, which is Friday.

Matt grabbed his phone seeing it’s 5:43pm, he thought it would be a good time for you to go into Chris's room. He got off the bed and handed me a knife to unlock his door.

“The fuck? I ain’t killing anyone?!” It made Matt laugh and shake his head. “I know and I won’t allow you. I’m giving it to you so you can unlock his door”

“Am I seriously going to Chris’s room alone?” When you spoke, Matt looked into your eyes, and it felt like you were silently asking him to come with you. But he seemed unsure, not sure if he should tag along.

“Thought it would be easier..? I can if you want but I ain’t doing anything” His voice was softer than usual but that’s probably because he didn’t know what to do or say.

You just nodded and mumbled, saying that you wanted him to come, but deep down, you really wanted to be alone. But the thing is, if Matt was right about all of this, you know you would be completely destroyed in seconds.

“Fine.. only because I love you..” Matt says before correcting himself even though he didn’t even know if it was more at this point. “..as a friend”

You smiled as your lips curled upwards, and both of you got off the bed. However, he let out a small groan, showing his reluctance to move.

“So how am I post to unlock a door with a knife?” I asked but he just rolled his eyes playfully. “I’ll do it myself ma’am since we don’t want you to get hurt now do we?”

“Ma’am?” You asked wondering why he called you that. Your voice filled with curiosity, as you followed Matt to Chris's room. Both of you could hear him talking and a female laugh, which made your heart in your throat. At this point, you started to believe Matt a bit more, considering the evidence you were hearing.

As you watched Matt grab the knife and quietly unlock it, you heard your boyfriend stop talking and she stopped laughing. Matt put his finger to his lips, signaling for you to be quiet. Hopefully, Chris and the girl thought they were just imagining things.

You were in disbelief as they started talking again, and your heart shattered into a thousand pieces when you heard them flirting and then kissing each other.

Matt was right all along, you glanced at Matt who was right there with you, listening in without making a peep. He caught your eye and responded by giving you a look, then gently rubbing your knuckles to help you calm down and keep you from blowing both of their cover while we were listening.

“You look so pretty in this angle but then you do in every angle” Your boyfriend said to the girl he had been ghosting you for a week.

Your heart sank as your teeth bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back a small cry. Despite your efforts, you couldn't resist the urge and opened the door. However, Matt was quick to grab your hand, but you got your hand back so it was too late.

“So this the bitch you‘ve been fucking behind my back?” You watched in disbelief as they pulled away from the kiss, and Chris's eyes widened when he saw you. You couldn't help but glance at the girl Matt was talking about, trying your best not to burst into laughter. But you have to admit, Matt was absolutely right about her looks.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Chris voice raised, looking at the girl and then back at you. You lean against the door frame, taking in the scene which made you wanna cry and collapse on your knees.. “how long you two had this?”

He stays quiet, probably finding a good lie or to tell the truth while the girl just looked at her nails probably Chris pay for.

“You gonna answer the question?” Matt says as he walks into Chris's messy room, crossing his arms and tilting his head. “Well aren’t you quiet for once.”

Never in your life have you seen Matt act like that, but honestly, you wasn't really paying much attention at the time. All you felt was this intense emotional pain when Chris suddenly ghosted you for a girl who looked completely disgusting.

“A few weeks or more but I lost feelings.. your to attached to me and you just don’t look pretty” Chris words hit you like a ton of bricks, but you tried to laugh it off. It's hard to believe that he would imply you didn't look pretty, especially when he ended up choosing a girl who didn't have the most appealing appearance.

You were about to speak so you could say something but Matt instead spoke, never ever thought Matt would stick up for you than his own brother who he loves. “Your new girl looks like a dead rat, what you mean by y/n not pretty?”

You looked at Matt and managed to muster a slight smile, even though your emotions were overwhelming and it was hard to think straight.

“The fuck! You can’t just say that in front or her?!” Chris was yelling, and he appeared incredibly protective of this girl. You couldn't help but notice her placing her hand on his thigh, seemingly trying to calm him down. In that moment, you couldn't help but fixate your gaze on her, trying to make sense of the situation.

“Well I did” Matt spoke firmly, looking at his younger brother by a few minutes. He shook his head and just grabbed your hand, pulling you out of chris room. He could tell you were getting emotional and he knew you wouldn’t wanna cry infront of them.

Once inside his room with the door closed, Matt just looked at you. You could see a mix of worry, sadness, and another emotion that you couldn't quite decipher in his eyes.

Matt wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head. In that moment, you couldn't find the tears to cry, and you were left feeling unsure of how to process everything. As Matt and you stood there, you and him overheard Chris telling the girl that they should end things for the day and meet up another time.

“Such a pretty girl” Matt mumbled as he tried to offer as much comfort as he could. It was clear that he was angry at his brother in that moment for betraying you and choosing someone he found unappealing.

He gently placed his fingers on your chin, making you look into his eyes. "You okay?" He asked, but he seemed to realize that the answer was most likely a no.

He frowned as you shook your head, indicating that you weren't okay. He noticed that you hadn't cried, but he understood that it was because you didn't even know how to process your emotions.

Matt noticed the way you stared at his face, unsure of what was going through your mind. Matt genuinely wanted to help in any way he could, so he asked. "What you thinking?"

You simply shrugged, unable to put your thoughts into words. Seeing your response, he sat down on the bed and gently brought you onto his lap, rubbing your thigh to offer comfort.

“Stop thinking about him” Matt says which made you look at him and chuckle pathetically. “Yeah and how?”

He stays quiet for a moment before whispering in your ear. His words are soft and gentle, meant for your ears only. “There’s many ways darling, all you have to do is trust me”

He kept looking into your eyes, captivated by their beauty. With a gentle touch, he moved your hair out of your face and delicately tucked it behind your ears.

“Do you trust me?” His voice sounded gentle, yet tinged with desire. His warm breath brushed against your neck as you nodded and spoke a little. “Yeah”

His blue eyes glanced at your body for a moment while you were on his lap, but then he shifted his gaze back to your eyes. Not wanting to be caught staring. With that he knew you trusted him since you nodded. With care, he gently placed you down on the bed instead of keeping you on his lap.

"What are you going to do?" You asked, but he just smirked. He appeared to have numerous ideas, yet you were aware of his intentions and were willing to let him proceed.

His thumb gently caressed your cheek as he maintained eye contact. Suddenly, he realized he may have overstepped his boundaries. “Shit I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of just done that without permission”

You wordlessly kissed his lips, grasping his shirt as he lay atop you. You yearned for more from him, hoping to dispel any awkwardness or guilt lingering from the earlier incident involving Chris. I longed to put him out of my mind.

His lips felt soft, but they were slightly chapped from biting them often by boredom or anxiety. As he pulled away to gaze at you, one of his hands slid beneath your shirt, gently tracing around your bra.

His other hand trailed down to your shorts as he kissed your neck, leaving hickeys as a mark of possession, even though you're not his yet. He removed your shorts, leaving you in black pants, which made him smirk. Then, as he looked back up at you he couldn’t keep eye contact since his gaze shifted to your thighs and your outfit.

“You are so beautiful, my love," He whispered, his eyes filled with desire as he couldn't resist touching you. Your hands tangled in his brunette hair, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from him.

“Well i couldn't say the same about you" You say to him as he kneels in front of you. “Oh really now?” He gently squeezes your thighs before removing your pants, revealing your naked skin underneath, which he had never seen before but found to be even more perfect than he had imagined.

His fingers slowly play with your cilt to tease you, his cold fingers playing with you while your letting out small moans. “If I ain’t then let me show you how beautiful i could be in bed"

His fingers ceased their teasing, but his hands were cold as they always were, yet so gentle, although not at this moment. He spread your legs wider, then kissed your thighs and made his way to your intimate area. His tongue teased you instead of his fingers, causing you to moan.

“You like that huh?” He says which left vibrations that lingered against your most intimate area, causing you to whimper and subtly move your hips. Then, he firmly held you in place, preventing any further movement. “Speak for me darling”

“Yes matt..” You moaned, and he quickened his pace, eager to hear more of your sweet sounds. The taste of you was intoxicating to him, like a powerful drug that he couldn't resist.

He knew he was making you close, your orgasm building. It was like he was achieving something since he made you this vulnerable. He hold your thighs which were shaking slightly and kept his pace while his tongue is in you.

He knew he was bringing you close, feeling your orgasm building. It was as if he was accomplishing something by making you feel this vulnerable. He held onto your slightly shaking thighs and maintained his pace while his tongue worked its magic on you.

"You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He says, causing a shiver to run down your spine and eliciting a moan from your lips. You tug at his hair slightly, igniting a deeper desire within him, causing him to grow harder beneath his boxers and sweatpants.

You only hummed as you were unable to speak, your sounds turning into moans. Sensing yourself reaching climax, you soon reached your peak, his tongue covered with your arousal, glistening around his mouth and dripping down to his chin.

He pulled away and looked at you. You looked so pretty in his eyes right now, as you always have, even when you and Chris were on good terms.

“You deserve someone better than my brother," Matt said honestly, making you smile even though you were out of breath. You completely forgot about Chris. “You deserve someone.. like me”

Matt kissed your lips once more, and you could taste yourself on his lips. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and kissed you passionately before pulling away, taking off his shirt and yours as well.

You were in just a bra while he was wearing sweatpants with a fresh love logo and boxers. His aroused member yearning to be inside you, craving to feel you deeply.

"I think someone is eager to be pleasured," he whispered seductively, causing you to smirk as you kissed his chiseled jawline. His eyes rolled back slightly in pleasure, his skin flushed with desire. "Would you like that, my pretty girl?"

“Please," you whimpered, consumed by thoughts of Matt. In that moment, he seemed more attractive than anything else. If forced to choose between your ex and Matt, you would undoubtedly pick Matt, despite your uncertain feelings towards Chris now since he’s cheated on you with a girl.

With the way you desired him to be close to you, just as he longed to be close to you, he removed his sweatpants and boxers, maintaining eye contact. He discarded his clothes on the floor among the rest of our garments, then kissed your chest.

As he kissed the top of your chest, he unclasped your bra, leaving both of you naked in his bed with him on top. The intense need for each other's touch felt surreal, as if you both required each other's touch as essential as air.

"Holy shit," He whispered, catching sight of your chest. He couldn't help but gaze at them in wonder. After a minute or two of admiring your chest, he looked into your eyes and kissed your lips once more.

"You have no idea how long I've desired this, the envy I felt when you were with Chris," He murmured against your lips.

"If I had known he didn't care for me in the end, I would have done anything for you," You whispered, making him smile before running his thumb along your jawline once he pulled away from the kiss

"Fuck, I love you so much," He whispered softly before touching himself while still on top of you. He gazed at your body before meeting your eyes.

"I want to be inside you... please," He murmured, causing you to playfully roll your eyes. "Then do it," You replied.

Without hesitation, he widened your legs a bit more and slowly entered you. He groaned as you moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure due to his size.

"Good girl.." He reassured, brushing your hair away from your face and kissing your cheek. He moved in and out of you slowly, allowing you to adjust as you moaned in pleasure and pain.

He savoured the sensation of being inside you, wishing he could stay there every moment of his life.

“Your taking it so good” He whispered to you, causing your eyes to roll once he found the G-spot, making you moan. Your nails dug into his shoulders, eliciting a groan from him.

He noticed the pain giving way to pleasure in the sounds of your moans. He smirked and began moving faster. Matt groaned and whimpered slightly.

Matt became more aggressive, relishing the moment as his eyes remained fixed on yours. Your neck bore the marks of Matt's passion, but he paid no mind to the possibility of Chris noticing. He was determined for Chris to realize his mistake in betraying you.

As Matt continued to thrust, the sounds of your combined moans filled the room, driving him to increase his intensity to elicit louder reactions from you. He sought to test if Chris could hear that Matt was with his former partner, yet deep down, he simply reveled in the symphony of your moans.

"I'm close," You whispered. He knew you were close too, as he could sense it in the way you reacted while building up to your orgasm. Feeling the same intensity, he began to thrust faster and rougher, grunting and closing his eyes in pleasure.

You could tell that he was close as well; your nails had scratched his entire back, leaving marks for sure.

“Me too, my love,” He said softly. Soon, you felt his warm release inside you. Pleasure surged through you, and you coated his member with your own climax. He moaned against your neck as you arched your back, gripping his hair and letting out a loud moan.

Afterwards, he collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies glistening with sweat. He remained inside you, still connected as you both caught your breath.

Once you both regained composure, he gently withdrew and settled beside you on the bed, the sheets stained with a mixture of cum and sweat.

He gazed at you as you caught your breath, attempting to recover, but you didn't return his gaze when he spoke. "So am I now beautiful in bed?" He smirked, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Maybe you are.. you might have to show me again," You whispered, a smile playing on your lips. He averted his eyes, staring at the ceiling briefly before returning his gaze to you.

"Damn, I hope chris learned his lesson by losing someone as lovely as you, because now you're mine," He declared before planting another kiss on your lips.

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bratzforchris · 22 days

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Inked Daisies (Chapter 1)

A series

Summary: For the past year, you've been running the flower shop that's next door to your friend, Matt's, tattoo studio. But what happens when the feelings start to get more than friendly?

Pairing: Tattoo artist!Matt x floristfem!reader

Warnings: There will be individual warnings for each chapter. No warnings in this one!

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Soooo...my first series on here ♡ In this universe, Matt has a nose ring and his usual tattoos, plus some other tats and piercings that'll be added later hehe<3 Let me know how you like it!! 💐💐

“Nope,” Matt shook his head as you stepped inside the shop, looking at you from behind the counter. “You can’t bring those in here.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, setting the small Mason jar of flowers down on the glass case that held a variety of glittering body jewelry. “They’re flowers, Matt. Not a bomb.”

“Don’t care, didn’t ask. Plus, they ruin the look.” Matt kept his eyes trained on whatever he was looking at on his laptop, but you could see a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You’re so grumpy,” You tsked, maneuvering yourself behind the counter and peering over his shoulder. “Whatcha doin’?”

Matt sighed, running his hands through his hair and spinning himself around in his chair to look at you. “This dude keeps changing his fucking design even though he’s put his deposit down. And guess what? His appointment’s tomorrow,” he sighed again, brushing a hand across his nose. “Fuck, I forgot that’s a new piercing.”

Your face dropped into a pout at Matt’s stress. You had known him since freshman year when you had become friends with Chris and the other two triplets by extension. Although you didn’t see all the inner workings of Matt’s mind, you knew that he struggled with anxiety and stress. A particular instance at Six Flags during your sophomore year had told you that much.

“Let’s see the design,” You offered, filling up a paper cup from the water jug behind the counter. “I’m sure there’s something we can do to make him happy.”

“What? Give him the tattoo for free and then change once it’s already on his body?” Matt raised a brow at you as you poured the water into the jar of flowers.

“You’re such a pessimist, Matt,” You shook your head, placing the now-full jar of flowers next to his computer. “If it helps take away the awful, vile sight of big, scary flowers, these are the outcasts. Their stems were too short and a few of them are missing some petals. They’re the rejects.”

Owning a florist’s shop had been your dream ever since you were a little girl. You had been captivated by flowers since the day your granny had taken you into her expertly tended garden, leading you around and telling you all the meanings for the different plants. In a way, it almost felt like you were carrying on her legacy by owning such a dainty, girly shop that sold her favorite things. Maybe she wouldn’t have liked the fact that your shop was directly across the street from an all black tattoo and piercing parlor that just so happened to be owned by your best friend’s brother, but she definitely would’ve liked the aesthetic of your business.

You drew yourself out of your thoughts, pulling up the chair of another piercer who had left earlier in the day. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”

Matt moved a few things around on his laptop, opening up Procreate and clicking onto a design. In your opinion, it was absolutely gorgeous. The tall oak tree in the drawing had large branches that extended outwards, but instead of leaves, the tree held clocks that were all stuck at midnight. Underneath the actual drawing was the carefully lettered sentence ‘Until Time Stops’ in swirly letters that matched the chains of the clocks.

“That’s beautiful,” You said softly, your eyes entranced by the drawing. “It’s…wow, it’s gorgeous.”

“I think so too.” Matt mumbled, clearly more lost in his artistic mind than here with you.

This reminded you of the nights during high school sleepovers. Chris and Nick would pass out early, leaving just you and Matt. You both struggled with insomnia, so some nights you would both stay up, pouring over the brunette’s sketchbook together while Matt explained each and every drawing in great detail to you. You had noticed that, similar to you, Matt had an eye for the natural world. You’d never brought this notice up to him of course, but you often thought about it during the early morning hours when you were doing opening duties in the shop while waiting for your employees to arrive.

“But he doesn’t like it, so it’s a scrap,” Matt shrugged, closing out the application and leaning back in his chair, eyes closed. “God, I’m fucking tired.”

You sighed sympathetically, hopping out of the chair. “I understand. I guess I’d want something I really like if it’s going on my body permanently. Doesn’t mean it isn’t annoying, though.” You acknowledged, bustling around behind the counter as you stacked papers up, put pens back in their cups, and locked the jewelry case.

“I get that you like flowers and animals and shit, but you don’t have to do that. You’re not Cinderella. I’ll do it later.” he sighed.

“Later? Matt, it’s almost nine,” the only reason you had come into the shop in the first place was because you had finished cleaning and locking your own store rather early and had seen Matt sitting behind the counter. “You need to go home and eat and sleep. A) You gotta be hungry and B) No offense, but I wouldn’t want someone who’s sleep deprived to be giving me a tattoo or piercing.” You joked, bumping his shoulder lightly.

As if on cue, Matt’s stomach growled audibly, making him fidget with embarrassment, but not so much that he couldn’t open one blue eye to glare at you. “Says you. How many times have you gotten Astrids and Hydrangeas mixed up because you stayed up all night reading.” the brunette chuckled to himself, remembering the time that you had employed the triplets’ help to create a brand new bouquet less than an hour before a certain bridezilla’s wedding.

“Now that’s not fair and you know it.” You huffed.

“Is too.”

“Is not.”

“Is too.” Matt insisted, smirking triumphantly once he saw you sigh in defeat.

“You’re annoying,” You grumbled. “I like Chris much better.”

“Sure ya do, sweetheart.” Matt didn’t even look in your direction as he closed his laptop, shoving it into his black tote bag.

Something about the way Matt said such a simple sentence had you fighting your blush, grabbing your own bag that you had sat down earlier. You tried to ignore the funny feeling in your stomach, fiddling with your phone while Matt finished the tasks you hadn’t completed. “You think Nick and Chris would kill me if I brought pizza over instead of their elaborate orders from five different restaurants?” You asked, eager to move your mind away from the implication of his words.

“You’re coming over?” Matt turned to look at you, an expression you couldn’t read on his face.

“Nick invited me. You know we don’t see each other as much as we did when we were kids. I miss our sleepovers.” You smiled softly.

Matt’s eyes crinkled with nostalgia. “Yeah, I remember that. They were kind of nice, I guess.”

“You guess? Wow, way to treat us like chumps. You got a girlfriend you’d rather be hanging out with or something?”

“No.” it was a single word, yet the boy’s tone changed from one of fondness to something much deeper and almost angrier.

“I’m sorry, I…” You trailed off, studying him as he picked up his bag, trying not to focus on the tattoos that snaked down his muscular arms and connected to the chunky, silver rings on his fingers. “I didn’t mean to hit a sore subject.” Even though you two were close, you knew Matt didn’t tell you everything about his life.

“Let’s just go, okay? I’m sure the ruffians are hungry.” he grumbled, walking towards the door.

You scrambled after your friend, each of his broad steps equaling four of yours. “They’re not so bad.”

“That’s because you don’t live with them,” Once you were both outside, Matt turned and locked the door to the shop behind him. “Trust me, when Chris burps in your face for the fiftieth time that day, it gets less funny and more annoying. Do you have a ride?”

“...no…” You admitted.

“Can no one in my life get their license?” Matt sighed, not even waiting for you as he started the trek to his car.

“Actually,” You corrected him, practically jogging to keep up. “I have my license. I’m just saving for a car.”

You believed city transportation was a perfectly valid form for getting from point A to point B, but as you slid into the passenger seat of Matt’s car, you couldn’t help but to admit that having your own personal vehicle was a much nicer alternative. Matt pulled out of the parking space without speaking, but you could feel his warm presence beside you in the car. As he migrated the car through the narrow city streets, you found yourself wondering what your life would be like if this is how every single day went for you. You knew Matt would drive you home in the evenings if you asked, but a part of you wanted to keep the rare occasion of rides together just that. Rare, special, something seemingly so mundane that it was almost silly you were even thinking about this.

Time spent alone with Matt was rare, despite working across the street from each other. Between being a triplet and your friendship with Chris, the one-on-one actions were few and far between. But for some reason, on nights like tonight, when you thought about how he interacted with you, you wished that you could make them happen over and over and over again.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 8 months

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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: sorry for the delay folks xx

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now i wish we’d never met ‘cause you’re too hard to forget while i’m cleaning up your mess i know he’s taking off your dress and i know that you don’t but if i ask you if you love me i hope you lie to me

Bucky Barnes was a great many things, a paradox in a single man, many opposite things to different people. For some he was an angel, charity driven and ready to sacrifice himself for everything and everyone. For others, he was a demon, someone who was power driven, filled with the need for success and stepping on anyone he needed to be the first and the best. No matter what both thought, all agreed on one thing - Bucky Barnes was one hell of a charmer. He’d gotten that from his mother - old high class British charm, his father used to say. That combined with his looks made him irresistible to most people. Everyone flocked to him, everyone except for Y/N. She’d vanished from his side a bit later into the night and he hadn’t seen her since. Each time he thought to look for her, someone would need him or catch his attention.

Even with all that, he couldn’t find her. Y/N was an eye catching woman, she was beautiful and if she were anywhere near he would’ve found her. Instead, she was nowhere to be found and he was starting to get annoyed. He wanted to spend the evening with her, or at least he had intended to spend the evening with her, introducing her to the right people who could help her. He continued listening to whoever was talking to him right now - truth was, he wasn’t even sure who that person was. He just usually smiled and kept up simple talks, that was what was required of him so he would gladly keep doing it as long as it yielded results.

As for Y/N, she had almost forgotten who she was here with. Christopher Davis was someone who she always could picture herself with. He was smart, well spoken, well mannered and seemed to have an interest on her. Besides, he had gone through the same thing as her back at Columbia.

- I’m just saying Professor Williams is a pain. - Chris laughed as Y/N explained what her supervisor had said. - If Professor Anderson likes you then you must be a bright student.

- Or maybe I’m just really daft.

- I don’t think so. - he smiled. - Sergeant Barnes doesn’t employ someone who doesn’t have promise.

- Except I don’t work for him ... I mean, not like you work for him, I’m just an au pair. I reckon the only criteria was are you a threat and are you good with children.

- How is it working with Sergeant Barnes if you don’t mind me asking?

Chris looked at her and then back at James whom he didn’t notice had been staring them down until now. He sighed, putting on his best smile, after all, he was trying to impress this girl.

- He’s uptight and a bit controlling but I guess you have to be if you want things to run smoothly. Specially when you work in advertising.

- That’s most CEOs isn’t it?

- Yes but James Barnes is .. different. Sorry, I don’t mean to sound like a disgruntled employee.

- That is fine. Sergeant Barnes has got me on my nerves every once and again?

- Is that so? - Y/N felt the blood drain from her face as she turned around to face her boss. She wasn’t afraid of him per say, but she also knew, she just knew he would probably be pissy for the rest of the evening. - Good evening Y/N, Mr. Davis.

- I will see you tomorrow, Y/N. - Chris smiled at the au pair.

To say Y/N was over the moon was a massive understatement. He liked her, at least she thought he liked her enough to invite her out. She didn’t think she still had it within her, she was usually busy looking over Sadie or with her postgraduate studies - that didn’t give her enough time to think about her sex and love life. That being said, maybe that explained why she was having the weird dreams and fantasies about James; familiarity. Right? It had to be that.

Bucky on the other hand felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. Chris was ... well, he didn’t know that much about Chris other than he came from money yet he couldn’t even blame him from that since he had come from money as well. He was just boring, Bucky found him boring. He didn’t take risks, at least not enough risks for someone who worked at advertising. He played it safe. It worked, but it wasn’t revolutionary. Still, Bucky didn’t like him. He definitely didn’t like him for Y/N either. Y/N was smart, innovative, caring and another bunch of positive adjectives which were too long to list. Chris was just boring.

- So how’s that lady? - Y/N broke the silence between the two of them, a bit tipsy on the champagne which she wasn’t used to drinking.

- What lady?

- Delilah? - she looked up through her dizzy, tipsy mind, before snapping her fingers. - Delia. Yeah, that’s her name. How is Delia?

- You would know if you weren’t busy flirting with my employees.

- Oh so you can flirt but I can’t?

- Not when you’re with me. You’re embarrassing yourself and humiliating me.

- But I’m not here with you, am I, sergeant? I am not your date, am I?

- No. - he smiled forcefully. - However if I were going to flirt with someone I would pick someone less boring.

- You work in advertising, Sergeant. Everyone is boring.

(...)

Bucky had never spent a whole night alone with Sadie, not when she was awake. Yet, here he was, left behind by his au pair so she could go and date boring Chris while he had to deal with a very hyper Sadie who was running around as if it wasn’t 8 o’clock yet. He usually had a babysitter or he had Y/N, or Steve yet right now he was by his lonesome. He thought she would’ve settled down if he played princesses, yet, she did not. Instead Bucky now had knotted hair, glitter on his face and probably some on his eye and permanent marker on his neck. He had finally given up and done the worse thing in the eyes of every parenting book - he’d given her a tablet loaded with all the Bluey seasons. Meanwhile he’d taken to watching re-runs of Mad Men.

- Bed? - he asked the curly haired ginger who looked up at him, her hair in front of her face. - I’ll give you 10 dollars?

- No. - she replied before looking back at her tablet. Bucky sighed, looking up at the ceiling. Soon the terrible twos would be done and he’d have the terrifying threes.

- 20 dollars? - he said once again but she ignored him. He sighed, how come Y/N managed to do this? - Sadie, you can either go to bed or you can be tired tomorrow and not go to the park with Y/N. Choose.

She looked at him with the death stare which she had inherited from him, but eventually got up, grabbing his hand. Bucky smiled, picking her up and walking to her bedroom. He pushed the sheets from her bed, carefully rolling her to her mattress before tucking her in, handing her a Bingo plushie.

- You want a story, babe? - he asked her, brushing her curls away from her forehead. - No?

- Light?

- I’ll turn your little moonlight on. - he kissed her forehead. - I love you, Sisi bug.

She smiled at him and it was enough for him to know she meant she loved him too. He tucked her once more before turning off the main light, leaving the room softly lit by the nightlight. Slowly and softly he went up the stairs, grabbing a wick basket and started collecting toys onto it. She had too many toys, still he wouldn’t stop buying them. As he finished it, Bucky sat back down on the couch. He was annoyed. Why did she even go out with that prick? The only thing they had in common was an alma matter and god knows Chris was a legacy student so it wasn’t like he tried as hard to get into university like Y/N had. God, he hated him. Hated how bland and boring he was.

He toyed around with the remote, trying to find something that would get his head out of the idea of goddamn Christopher Davis trying to get her out of the practically translucent dress she had been wearing. Bucky could swear she did it on purpose, just to show off to him in those strap heels and short sheer black dress like a temptress. He changed channels once more, hoping he’d find something ... maybe a pay per view porn channel or something. Yet nothing took his mind of his au pair, his employee who he should have some professionalism with, and that stupid lacy bra he could make out under that dress. Dressing up like that for goddamn Davis.

He stared at his phone, watching as hours passed yet nothing fulfilled. Eventually, Bucky made a mistake, a huge, massive mistake. A mistake which fulfilled itself as he opened the door to show Delia. He handled things badly but right now he needed his fill.

His lips attacked hers as they stumbled towards the bedroom, Bucky locking the door behind him. This was a bad habit, a terrible habit but her lips felt good, her taste was tempting and Bucky wasn’t the one to have good habits. However, today, things were ... different. Her lips leaving lipstick marks on his neck didn’t feel the same. Maybe this was a mistake. He shouldn’t really have a woman in the house when his daughter was asleep upstairs.

- Are you alright? - Delia pulled away from him.

Bucky blinked, he had to be going ... stir crazy. Maybe he’d drank a bit too much whiskey but her features morphed and he could swear that in place of the woman he usually called whenever he needed release, stood the woman he wanted to be here now. The sheer dress a vivid memory in the back of his mind. He ignored her question, moving to kiss her neck and putting his hand over her mouth. His fantasies took full front stage as his mind drew a different reality.

All he could see was her, red lips open wide with soft, high pitched moaned as he kissed down her body, doing away with her dress and her underwear. He wanted to mark her, he wanted to mark this vision of a woman he craved. His hands found the top of his joggers, pushing it down as if he were a horny mess. His cock was painfully hard, slapping against his stomach as he stood over her, this vision of Y/N. All he could think of were all the times she saw her, the outline of her breasts, her collarbones. He didn't pace himself, instead lining up with the woman's entrance before he gripped her hips and slide himself in, without much a second of though. The feeling made him grown, he was insane he reckoned, insane because he knew this wasn't her but all he could see is her. The soft moans, the contracted muscles. He fucked her hard and rough until he felt his release approach. Once he did, he slide himself off, jerking off and coming on her stomach, rolling to the side of the bed. He stared at the ceiling fan of the guest bedroom, his mind lulling him back to reality ... all he could think when that moment was once simple thing - Fuck Chris Davis.

(...)

Y/N didn’t spend the night. He noticed that in the morning as he was getting prepared from work and saw her walk in, with her dress crimped and hair barely brushed. His blood bubbled. If she wanted to fuck old money, she could’ve fucked him.

- Had your release? - he knew he was being mean now, just looking to stir the pot. - Fun night?

- Why? Need some new jerking off material? - she crossed her arms, speaking in a manner and language that almost made him spit his coffee. - Who’s taking Sadie to school?

- Well, if you can still walk I’d say he did a pretty shit job, huh?

- I guess I’m taking Sadie to school. - she rolled her eyes. - And it’s none of your business.

- Well my employee is fucking another one of my employees. Maybe you should go to HR.

- Maybe I should and tell them that the boss is acting like an ass. Are you seriously still upset at me that I flirted with someone at your weird benefit? I’m single, I’m allowed to flirt!

- Not with Chris Davis. Seriously, Y/N, get a better taste in men.

- Because you have such a great taste in women. - she poured herself a cup of coffee. - Since you’re dressed, maybe you should take Sadie to school and see your favourite ego boosting group the PTA mums.

- Maybe I will.

- Picking Sadie up from school or do you want me to?

- Steve’s picking her up.

- Steve?

Steve.

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greatooglymooglyyy · 2 months

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The Last Ride Chapter Two (AU Cowboy!C.Sturniolo)

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summary: when spoiled and sheltered city girl Y/N finds herself in running in the wrong crowd, her dad gives her an ultimatum. it's either spend the summer of her gap year on her uncle's ranch or face being cut off and finding a job. just when she thinks it can't get any worse, she meets Chris, the brooding farmhand who thinks he knows her type. but as the summer goes on, they both realize there may be more to the other than meets the eye.

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a/n: ok remember when i said this chapter wasn't gonna be that long? i lied. but i love y'all if that helps. also thx so much for 500 followers. that's unreal.

contains: arguing, general ranch activities, cussing, not really anything crazy, 2.6k words

“Rise and shine, city girl!”

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I peel open my eyes and squint at the annoying figure in my doorway who’s flicking the lights on and off.

“Chris. Please fuck off.” I mumble, rolling over and yanking the covers over my head. I don’t even know what time it is but from the lack of sun pouring in through the curtains, I know it’s too damn early.

“C’mon now. Get up. You’re gonna wanna get a good breakfast in before we start.” He urges but I just reach out from under the blanket and shoo him away.

“Yes! I was hoping it would come to this.” Chris says, sounding way too excited for my liking. I scramble up in suspicion just in time to see him lifting a bucket of water over where my head was.

“Do it and die!” I yell and he grins in response, lowering the bucket.

“Thought you’d see it my way.” He pauses for a second squinting. “Are you wearing fuckin’ Gucci pjs?” He asks, his voice dripping with disbelief.

“Why don’t you mind the business that pays you?” I grumble, throwing my legs off the bed and into my house shoes so he will leave.

“Unfortunately, I am.” He deadpans. “Get dressed. And I swear before the lord, if I see anything designer, I’ma push you into the pig sty.”

“I’m not an idiot, you know!” I call before he can close the door. He looks over his shoulder, eyes catching on my fuzzy slippers before he answers.

“We’ll see.”

He clicks the door shut and I get out of bed, heading to my suitcase in a bit of a panic. I throw it open, hoping that I managed to pack at least one outfit that will work but cursing under my breath when I find I didn’t. I’m about to admit defeat, mourning my Rick Owens, when I turn and look at the duffle bag my dad handed me before we left home.

He’d placed it alongside my other luggage in the foyer and I’d been so angry at him I didn’t bother to ask what it was. I unzip it and sigh with relief when I find several sets of overalls, cheap denim, and basic tees. He even added a pair of the ugliest work boots I’ve ever seen. It makes my heart lurch to think of him being this thoughtful when he was so mad at me and I almost want to call him. Almost.

I mean he did ship me off to bum-fuck Louisiana. The least he could do is give me a wardrobe. I huff in renewed indignation before heading to the bathroom to get ready.

When I’m finally dressed, I head into the kitchen where my aunt and uncle are laughing with Chris at the table.

“Good morning,” I say quietly, heading over to where Aunt Birdie has left me a plate. Chris looks me up and down before shooting me a taunting thumbs up and I glare back.

“You excited for your first day, bunny?” My aunt asks, standing to collect my uncle and Chris’ plates. I give her a look over my fork full of eggs and she laughs. “I promise it won’t be as bad as you think.”

Uncle Buck cuts in with a curt laugh, grunting as he stands up. “Now don’t you go lyin’ to the girl.” He looks at me with an apologetic smile. “Not to scare ya down the road or nothing, honey. But the first couple days are gonna be rough.” He claps a hand on Chris' shoulder, who’s been watching the interaction with a knowing smirk. “But I’m sure our boy here will take it easy on you today.”

“Of course I will.” Chris lies, nodding down at my plate. “But maybe you should eat up, darlin’. You might need it.”

***************

“Not like that!” Chris snaps, leaning over my head to run a calming hand over the cow I’m desperately trying to milk. “Don’t tug on her. Just squeeze. Firm but gentle.”

“Well, that’s how they do it in the cartoons so-” I cut myself off and roll my eyes as Chris gives me a look like I have two brain cells. “Why can’t you do it then? And I’ll watch.”

“Because then you won’t won’t learn… obviously.” He says, talking slowly as if I’m a toddler.

He walks around the front of the cow and nuzzles her nose. “Hey, Daisy girl. It’s okay. Sorry about her.”

“How do you know it’s a girl?” I ask as he comes back over and squats down next to me. Chris’ jaw drops and he blinks at me slowly.

“Holy shit. There’s no fuckin’ way-”

“Nevermind-”

“How the fuck would a male pro-”

“Let it go-”

“You think we’re out here milking a bull’s ball-”

“Chris! Just help me!” I cut in, frustration clear in my tone. He sighs and leans forward, readjusting my hand placement and showing me how to squeeze. When milk finally comes out, I squeal in excitement and look over at him. He meets my eye with an amused grin before his face drops and he pulls away.

He clears his throat and stands, wiping his hands off on his jeans. “Yeah, just keep doing that. That’s good.” He comments as I continue following his guidance.

When the cow is all milked I stand, pouring my bucket into the larger one Chris points at and give him a cocky smile. “See. I’m not so stupid after all.”

He rolls his eyes and claps sarcastically. “Mhm. Great job.” He comes over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder and turning me to the left. “Now for the other eight.”

I groan in defeat, leaning down to pick my bucket back up. Wonderful.

************

“Okay. For whatever reason, some of the hens don’t like to lay their eggs in the nesting box. We don’t sell those, we just keep them for ourselves and Birdie cooks with ‘em.” He hands me a plastic bucket half filled with hay. “Go walk around and find ‘em all.”

I smile despite myself at this. “Like Easter?”

Chris chuckles and dusts off his hands. “Sure, city girl. Like Easter.”

I roll my eyes as I start looking around the coop, spotting a few eggs in the corner. “Stop calling me city girl.”

“Oh, that’s right. You like bunny better, huh?” He teases, heading over to the nesting box and coaxing the hens out his way.

I toss a glare at his back as I continue my egg hunt. “Or you could just call me my damn name.”

“What’s the fun in that?” He walks over to me and holds up a cracked egg for me to see. “You ever get a defective one like that, you throw it out, you hear? I don’t wanna see it in my pile.”

I scoff at his bossy attitude and I throw him a salute. “Sir, yes, sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He grins, going back to the box. “Why do they call you that anyway? Bunny. Are you really as sweet as all that?”

“Try me and find out,” I reply, scooping up the last of the eggs. I turn and find Chris staring at me with his eyebrows raised, realizing my mistake. “I didn’t mean it like-”

He turns back to the box, cutting me off. “Nah. I think I’ma need to think of something new. Name you somethin’ that fits you better. Let me think.”

“Sure, bud,” I say, stepping closer to him as he explains the difference between the white and brown eggs.

************

“When do we get to go see the horses?” I ask as we load up the pickup truck with more food and water.

He looks over at me in surprise. “You a horse girl? Makes sense. Thought you were weird.”

I glare at him and he chuckles. “Shut up. I just liked to ride a bit when I used to come here.”

He nods and pulls up the tailgate. “It was somebody else’s day to fed ‘em.” He says before he notices the disappointment on my face. “But we can swing by. We’re going that way anyway.”

I give him a small grateful smile and he gestures for me to hop in the truck.

When we pull up to the stables, I’m almost overwhelmed by the memories that flood me. Me standing on a stool to brush my childhood horse, Pinkie Pie. My first time riding, my grandpa stuck like glue to the side of the horse and holding the reins.

I shake it off, not wanting to get emotional and head in behind Chris. He shows me around, pointing to a few of the horses and telling me their names before handing me some oat treats to feed them. I look around at their beautiful faces before I spot one that catches my attention.

She looks almost identical to Pinkie, with chestnut coloring that fades a bit darker around her neck and face. I walk up to her and extend my hand for her to eat from, keeping my palm flat.

“Hold on!” Chris starts but he drops his sentence as she gently begins to eat. I bring up my other hand and stroke her face gently.

“Hey there, gorgeous.”

Chris walks up beside me, clearly dumbfounded. “I can’t believe she’s letting you feed her by hand let alone touch her. Cinnamon’s a mean ole girl. Ain’t that right.” He reaches over the fence and scratches her neck. “She only likes me and your uncle.”

I tut and Cinnamon nuzzles her face close to mine, dropping her ears and closing her eyes.

“Well, I guess she has a new favorite,” I say with satisfaction. I play with her for a few more minutes, giving her love and some more treats before I remember Chris is there.

He’s leaning against the fence staring at us with his arms crossed, a strange dopey look on his face. I raise my eyebrows at him and he clears his throat and pushes up.

“C’mon. Let’s get back to work.”

************

“Lift with your legs and your core, woman. You’re gonna throw your damn back out.” Chris nags as I attempt to pour the pig feed into their container.

“Well, you could be a manly man and lift it for me!” I say breathlessly, grunting with effort. He comes over and snatches the bag from me, lifting it like it was a stick of gum.

“What are you gonna do when I’m not with you?” He says when he’s done, dropping the bag between his feet.

“Oh, I get the feeling you’ll always be over my shoulder so I’m not worried,” I say looking down sadly at my ruined nails. Chris notices and taps his foot for my attention. He's got his evil ass smirk on when I look up at his face and I know I’m in trouble.

“Y’know. I was gonna wait till tomorrow but I reckon it’s about time to weigh a couple of the piglets.”

My eyes widen to saucers at the idea of picking one of those dirty things up. “Chris-”

“Why don’t you go grab us one, huh? Just swing over the fence.” He’s cheesing, seeming the most entertained I’ve seen him yet; and that’s saying something.

I stomp around to the front of the pin, not wanting to let him win. There’s no way I’m sliding over a fence and picking up a pig in the same breath so I unhook the gate and swing it open.

“Wait! Y/N! Don’t-” Chris calls out but it’s too late. A piglet jets his ass out the gate and takes off across the field. I cuss loudly then slam the gate shut before another one can Houdini their way out. Turning on my heel, I take off after the little pig, listening to the laughter of the other workers behind me.

He’s fast, I’ll give him that, and I chase him all the way to the horse stables. He runs in but gets spooked when they neigh and turns back allowing me to scoop him up. He squeals and squirms in protest but I hold on tight.

“Got you. You little trackstar.” I say, out of breath. I turn around and start to head back, stopping in my tracks when I see Chris coming around the corner with a cage.

He takes the piglet from me and I hunch over, trying to stabilize my breathing.

“Bet you listen to me, next time.” He says after he’s got Wilber Jr. secured. But I don’t respond. I just stay bent over exhausted, feeling tears pricking my eyes. Chris notices and comes over, placing a hand on my back and rubbing in circles.

“Hey. I think it’s time for a break. How’s lunch sound?”

*************

We sit on the bed of the truck eating the lunches Aunt Birdie packed for us quietly. I scrunch my nose up when I notice him sipping out of a Pepsi can.

“Does Coke not bother sending their product to this fuck ass state?” I say teasingly.

He screws his face up at me and shakes his head. “Not gonna lie. I’m not even surprised when you’re wrong anymore.”

I laugh lightly, taking another bite of my sandwich.

“So…” Chris starts, reaching back, tossing his trash in the bag. “Tell me somethin’ I don’t know about you, Scotch. Got any siblings?”

“Scotch?” I question, raising my eyebrow at the nickname.

“Yeah. Scotch. Cus people always like to say it has all this kick to it… but, uh, it goes down smoother than you’d think.” Chris maintains eye contact with me for a second and then looks away, stretching.

I smile to myself and clear my throat before answering. “Well… anyway. No to the sibling question. I always wanted one though.”

He snaps pointing at me like he’s having a breakthrough. “There it goes. You’re proving my only kid theory.”

I roll my eyes and push his shoulder playfully. “Shut up.”

He grins at me and cracks his fingers. “Okay give me some more. What else?”

“I’m from Los Ang-”

He cuts me off with a shake of his head. “Duh. I asked about you. Not where you’re from.”

I furrow my brows in thought. Those two things have always been one and the same to me. “Um.. okay. Well, how about you go first? Do you just have your sister or are there more of you?” I shudder dramatically.

He raises a brow at the jab but answers anyway. “Just me and her. She’s my everything.” He smiles lightly and then nudges me with his shoulder. “You’re not off the hook. What do you wanna do when you grow up?” He asks, his tone taking on a mock childish quality. I laugh and rest my face on my cheek, thinking.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out but it’s hard,” I say, drumming my fingers against my face.

He scoffs and I look over at him in confusion. “What?”

“Nothin’. It’s just…I don’t get what’s hard about it.” He says simply.

I sit up, my guard snapping back into place. “I don’t understand what you don’t understand. I mean it’s the rest of my life we’re talking about.”

He rubs a hand over his face and shrugs. “I mean not really. If you don’t like it, you’ll just call up mommy and daddy to fix it for you.” I blink at him and he holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying.”

“No, you’re just being an fucking asshole. As usual.” I snap, sliding off the truck, and storming off toward the goats. I don’t know why his judgment is suddenly affecting me at all but it doesn’t matter. The quicker I get this day over, the quicker I can get away from Chris fucking Sturniolo.

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Below the Table.

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summary: y/n has to find a fake boyfriend who will convince her family during their fancy dinner, little do they know what’s going on below the table.

warnings: smut, fake dating trope, matt sturniolo x reader.

word count: 1,498!! (a little longer than usual)

“and you won’t believe what i said next!” i cried out to the triplets, they all stared at me while sitting on the edge of their lounge chairs.

“cmon, tell us already!” chris giggled

“you’re killing us!” nick added.

i finally calmed down my laughter and got the words out “i told them i had a boyfriend! so now i have to find one before tonight!” i cried, burring my face into my hands while still giggling.

i looked over to matt, his face an unusual shade of pink.

“you’re fuckin’ with us,” said nick while his jaw was still hanging past his knees, “you haven’t had one since freshman year!”

“i know! i know, i’m just so sick of them teasing me about it” i replied.

“well y/n, you just created yourself a shitty night!” giggled chris while getting up. i rolled my eyes teasingly, matt still sitting quietly in the corner.

“matt did you hear what y/n just said!” wheezed nick while punching his arm, bringing him back to life.

“oh, um yea” he said quietly, looking straight back down at his phone.

“oh my god. y/n, i’ve found your date for tonight.” nick said while holding matt’s shoulders and giving him a shake, “he’s perfect for you, look how cute he is!” he said while jokingly holding matt’s face.

"what, no way, i don't want to drag poor matt into my family drama" i said while staring at matt who now had an innocent smile on his face.

"i don't mind y/n, plus it will give me an excuse to get out of the house." he said eagerly while giving me a small smirk.

"are you sure matt, this means so much you don't understand!" i squealed while getting up to join him and nick. "but no funny business," i said firmly, "this is just to help me convince my family i'm not some loner."

"whatever you say princess." matt said in a joking tone, nick giggling next to him. i couldn't help but laugh with them. "i'll see you at seven."

i finally made it back to my apartment to get ready for dinner. i stood in front of my mirror in my favourite tight black dress, admiring my curves while clipping on my earrings when suddenly the doorbell rang, matt. i rushed over to the door, my heels tapping along the floor. i opened the door for him while still trying to fix my earrings.

“hey i’ll be out in a sec.” i said while focusing on grabbing my handbag and phone.

“holy shit,” matt whispered, taking in my body with his eyes, “why have i never seen you dressed like this before.” he added.

“ew matt, don’t be weird. remember this is just for tonight buddy.” i said bluntly while stepping out the door, locking it behind me. we made our way to the elevator, matt leading me by resting his hand just above my ass.

“matt get your hand off me.” i said in a jokey tone.

“hey don’t get mad at me im just trying to get into the role.” he replied while the elevator door shut behind us. i couldn’t help but laugh as his lips curled into his perfect smile.

the entrance of the restaurant was crowded with people, i could feel my nerves bubbling in my stomach. we made our way over to the large table, my family shining radiant smiles in our direction.

“oh honey!” my mother said happily while pulling me into a hug “why have you been hiding this handsome man from us?” she questioned while waving a hand at matt, his smile bigger than ever.

“it’s so nice to meet you mrs y/l/n.” matt said, his voice clear and sweet.

we made our way around the table, greeting all my family members who were more than excited to finally meet my ‘boyfriend’. matt pulled my chair out, waiting for me to sit before he did.

“such a gentleman.” i teased, his ocean eyes beaming while being hidden by his dark hair.

about an hour had passed and we all had finished our meals, the rest of my family chatting now.

the restaurant was packed tonight, chatter filling the atmosphere, i could feel my clammy palms lay in my lap while my leg bounced trying to distract myself. matt gave me a worried look before placing his rough hand onto my thigh, giving me a reassuring rub with his thumb.

“it’s okay, don’t stress.” he mouthed. i gave him a warm smile before placing my hand on top of his.

i felt his hand sneaking further up my dress, my face burning up as he brushed my now throbbing clit through my laced panties. my legs bucking below the table, a small smirk painting his face as he continued to tease me. i shot him a look before being interrupted by one of my family members.

“are we ready for the bill lovebirds?” my father said with a smile on his face, unaware of what was happening below the table.

“yes sir.” matt replied while still teasing me. i felt my breathing pick up, my core begging for release.

“alright then, it was lovely meeting you matthew, you two have an amazing night.” my parents said happily.

“are you serious matt?!” i said jokingly while watching him grip the steering wheel of the van.

“just part of my role princess.” he replied with a grin on his face.

his ring clad hands looking perfect as he pulled into the parking lot, the headlights beaming. “want me to walk you up?” he questioned. i nodded happily in response. i made my way over to the elevator, feeling his presence behind me as we got in.

“you look beautiful tonight y/n/n.” he said as the elevator dinged. a blush taking over my cheeks.

“we don’t have to pretend any more matt nobody’s around.” i joked in response while jamming the keys into my door, matt still behind me as i stepped inside.

his deep eyes meeting mine, as he unbuttoned his black tux. his hair sitting perfectly above his eyes as they take me in.

“i don’t want to pretend anymore y/n.” he said with a raspy voice making his way closer to me.

“what do you mean by that matty?” i said knowing full well what he meant, my core begging for him.

his body inches away from mine as he grabbed my hips, arching me into him, my breathing hitched at the sudden friction of his bulge pushing against me. “you know exactly what i mean, stop being such a tease.” he whispered into my ear before kissing my neck. a quiet moan slipping past my lips. before i could even respond he gripped me by my ass and carried me to my room. placing me gently on the bed not daring to break our kiss.

he pulled away roughly, “you’re sure you’re okay with this?” he asked while running a thumb over my bottom lip.

“more than okay.” i said while out of breath and trying to remove my dress.

he smiled while leaving a kiss down my neck, helping me take off my dress. my red bra and matching panties exposed. his eyes burned holes into my skin as be took me in. “god you’re gorgeous.” he said rushing to undo his belt, throwing it to the floor before removing every last bit of clothing.

his cock now in his hand, tip red and drooling with precum. his finger hooked around my soaked panties before pulling them to the side. his tip now teasing my swollen clit. before i could get a word out he had bottomed out inside me hitting places i’ve never felt before.

“oh god matt!” i whimpered while gripping the sheets for support.

my pleas only driving him more, his pace picking up as the most angelic moans left his mouth. his silky hair bouncing with every thrust.

the familiar knot was growing tighter in my core as i clawed into his back. “i’m so fucking close matt.” i managed to say in between moans of pleasure.

his thrusts growing sloppier as he gripped my breast, hard enough to bruise, pornographic moans spilling from my lips as a wave of pleasure took over my body.

my tight walls now clamping down onto his veined cock, his head flying back in pleasure. he gave three hard thrusts leaving me seeing stars before filling me with long, warm ropes of thick cum.

“o-oh god.” he whimpered while falling on top of me, his arms still flexing as he held most of his weight up.

my breathing was still heavy as he lied next to me on his side, his arm propping up his head while he traced circles with his finger tips over my smooth skin.

“what happened to no funny business?” he teased while giggling.

i jokingly pushed him away, but before i could give him a response, he moved his face closer to mine leaving a soft kiss on my lips before brushing the hairs out of my face.

this was so rushed i’m so sorry 😓

i also hate the ending, but i hope you all enjoy 😘😘

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #fanfic #smut #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader

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strniohoeee · 5 months

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Paramour

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is stuck in the middle of who really has her heart….she knows she’s hurting Chris and herself. And Chris knows this too, but why can’t she stop?🫂

Warnings⚠️: There’s smut in this! My bestie @slumpedvioooo came up with this idea, and I just ate it up; so I had to do it! This is part one of a three part series. I hope you enjoy it because I loved it 🤞🏽

Song for the imagine: #icanteven- The Neighborhood, French Montana

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Paramour

Noun

A lover, especially the illicit partner of a married person.

This was wrong on so many levels. I was hurting myself, but I was especially hurting Chris. I know he knew how I felt, and I knew it bothered him deep down, but he would never admit it.

When I was laying in his bed my legs wrapped around his torso and my hands in his hair those thoughts vanished. This is where I wanted to be, and I hated myself for it. But at the same time it felt so right….

Currently I was laying in my boyfriend's bed watching a movie with him as I ran my fingers through his hair. Occasionally talking with him as the movie played.

“Do you have any plans tomorrow night?” He asked me

“No I don’t think so” I said looking down at him

“I want to take you on a date” he said smiling at me

“Aww I’d love that” I said smiling at him

“I’m thinking a candle lit dinner, then we take a walk on the beach and then yeah” he said getting shy

“That sounds perfect” I told him

“I’m glad” he said

I went to respond, but my phone started ringing making us both jump at the loud ringtone. I looked down at the contact and immediately got nervous. Why was he calling me when he knew I was with my boyfriend. I grabbed my phone and picked up

“Hello” I said more in a question tone

“Hey Y/N” I heard him say

“What’s up? Are you okay?” I asked him

“Yeah I’m okay, I just miss you” he told me

“Oh…umm that’s nice” I said really hoping he’d change the topic

“Come over?” He asked

“Oh I’m not sure I’m busy right now” I said back

“Pleaseeee” he said on the other line

“Umm alright give me 40 minutes” I told him

We hung up, and I looked down to see him already looking up at me

“Everything okay?” He asked me his blue eyes piercing into mine

“Yeah, my friend just wants me to help her set up for her sisters birthday” I told him lying straight through my teeth

“Oh so then go” he said smiling at me

“But we’re hanging out together” I said

“It’s fine! I’ll see you tomorrow anyways. Go have fun” he said sitting up

“Are you sure?” I asked him

“I’m positive baby” he said leaning in and giving me a kiss

I got up and put my shoes on and grabbed my purse and keys. I looked over at him giving him a kiss. His eyes were saddened by me leaving. I had a feeling he knew what was going on deep down, but didn’t want to believe it. His eyes always told the truth, but I couldn’t bare to look at him this way, so I turned and left

I got in my car and drove to his house, it was about a 30 minute drive. It went by quickly because I was thinking in my head the whole time. Should I be doing this? I mean I’ve been doing this for a while, but should I stop it? This was wrong. I was hurting all three of us, and I knew Chris knew this. I have to stop this, but I couldn’t

I parked my car, and went up to the door ringing the bell, and waited for the door to open. Once it opened and I saw him my throat ran dry….

“You can’t call me when I’m with my man” I said to him as he let me walk in

“Hello to you too” he said shutting the door and locking it

“Sorry” I said shaking my head

“I didn’t know you were with him” he responded pulling me in for a hug

“Chris I’m with him like every other day” I said pulling away

“Sorry baby, it just slipped my mind I supposed” he said with a smug expression

“Of course it did” I said rolling my eyes and walking up the stairs

“I missed your attitude” he said smacking my ass

“Chris enough” I said smacking his hands away

“Wait mama? You didn’t miss me?” He said pouting

“Of course I did” I said turning around and giving him a sly smile

Chris pulled me in by my shirt and crashed his lips into mine. I let my arms wrap around his neck as I melted into his touch. His lips….I could never forget how perfectly they molded to mine. I could stay like this forever

Our kiss began to get deeper, our teeth clashing together as our tongues fought for dominance. It was such a needy sloppy kiss, but I missed him and this felt like heaven.

Chris pulled away and licked his lips looking at me with hooded eyes.

“You’re so gorgeous” he said

“Shut up” I said avoiding eye contact

“You’re my pretty baby” he said rubbing his thumb over my cheek

That phrase sent me back….it was something he used to say all the time, and it made my heart heavy…always calling me his pretty baby…

About 3 years ago Chris and I were messing around for about a year. We weren’t dating but I suppose we were friends with benefits. It was good while it lasted, but when it ended it broke my heart.

Flashback

“Chris if you don’t want to be with me officially that’s fine, but please just let me know” I pleaded to Chris

“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you it’s just…..I don’t know” he said looking down

“Don’t know about what?” I asked him

“I just….im scared” he said

“Scared of what Chris?” I asked him looking down at him

“I’m just scared of commitment I guess” he said

“Oh?” I said

“It’s not you I promise, it’s not you it’s me” he said looking at me

“That’s fine, I guess….I guess I’m gonna head out” I said to him

“You don’t have to go” he said

“No it’s fine Chris don’t worry” I said backing up

That day hurt me the most, breaking things off with Chris really set me back. His fear of commitment and my want for him really made us clash.

Once I got in my relationship with Dominic, Chris started to act weird. He wasn’t happy for us, but he wasn’t an asshole to us. That hurt me because that was supposed to be Chris and I, and it wasn’t.

About a year ago is when Chris started having me come over to “hangout”. Those hangouts became cuddles, and then those cuddles became forehead kisses, and then it became kisses, and then that turned into making out, and then that turned into touches and those touches turned into me laying on his bed as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear as he thrusted into me.

At first I felt disgusted and hurt, but I found myself going back to his house. Hoping it would turn into more, and that made me hate myself more. No matter how much I loved Dominic, my heart was with Chris.

I couldn’t hurt Dominic, but also Chris didn’t actually want a relationship and that hurt me more. I used Chris for his body when he offered it, and then went home to sleep next to Dom…..this was such a burden. I couldn’t leave him for Chris, but what I was doing was horrible. However I couldn’t stop because Chris had a hold on me.

Flashback Over

“You haven’t called me that in ages” I said pulling away from Chris as he moved his lips to my neck

“I figured I’d bring it back” he said leaving sloppy kisses along my neck

“Why now?” I said shutting my eyes at the feeling

“Why not?” He said pulling back to look at me

“I don’t know” I said looking away

“Afraid your boyfriend is going to find out?” He said smugly

“Don’t be a dick” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Never baby” he said winking at me

“Let’s go to your room” I said

“Don’t have to ask me twice” he said

We walked down to his room, and when I stepped in my stomach fluttered with butterflies. This was so fucking wrong, but to know the events that would happen next sent me spiraling. In the moments of Chris worshiping my body, kissing every ounce of skin and taking his time with me, any thought of Dominic fled my mind. I wanted Chris as mine….forever

Like I said I love Dominic, but I think it was more of a friendship type of love. I think I fell in love with his actions, and not him as a person. The long walks, the dates, the cute messages, the flowers, the cards, the candies. I mean all of it. I fell in love with the way he acted and not him.

At first I hadn’t realized this, but as time went on and I prayed everyday that Chris would beg me to be his I realized something was wrong.

Not to mention Dominic and I weren’t compatible in bed. He didn’t know my body the way Chris did, and no matter how many times I tried to explain to Dominic what I liked he just didn’t get it; because he wasn’t Chris.

What was really fucked up was that the more I had sex with Chris the easier I found it to go back to Dominic. Chris made me so happy, and Dominic was there to fill the void of not having Chris in my everyday life. Dominic was simply…..my friend.

“I’ve missed this so much” Chris said coming up behind me and hugging me

“Chris I saw you like two weeks ago” I said laughing

“No…that’s not what I meant” he said spinning me around to look at him

“Well then what do you mean?” I asked him genuinely confused

“I mean-“ before he could finish his sentence my phone started to ring….Dominic was calling me

“Hi baby” he said once I pick up

“Hi” I said looking at Chris

“Did you make it there safe?” He asked me

“I did, sorry I was just about to text you” I said

“Oh okay! We’ll have fun” he responded

“Thank you I will, and Courtney said hi” I just blurted out

“Oh tell her I said hi back” he said laughing

“I will, bye baby” I said

And with that we hung up

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” I said to Chris

“Uh nothing, I’m Courtney now?” He asked laughing

“Sorry I don’t know what came over me” I said shaking my head

“It’s fine” he said pulling me in and connecting our lips

I melted into his touch once again, all my thoughts leaving my brain. This is where I wanted to be always

Chris back tracked us to his bed, and pulled away. He removed his shirt and I removed mine. Connecting our lips again and letting myself fall back onto his bed as he landed on me.

“I can’t get over how badly I missed you” he said in between kisses

“I missed you too Chris” I said moving my head back

Chris smiled before kissing down my neck and to the skin of my breasts that spilled out of my bra. He lifted me up and took my bra off

Kissing from the valley of my breasts to my left breast and then to my right one. He slid his tongue over my left nipple, and looked up at me causing me to bite my bottom lip and let out a whimper.

He then did the same to my right breast as his hands ran up my torso. Goosebumps following every inch of his fingers.

Chris began to kiss down my stomach causing me to squirm, and he stopped at my jeans. Unbuttoning them and slowly sliding them down

“Chris please” I whispered out

“I know baby, I know” he said pulling my jeans off and tossing them behind his head

He began to kiss down my legs and to my thighs whispering against my skin. He slid his pointer and ring finger against my cloth pussy

“Chris” I moaned out and licked my dry lips

He hooked his fingers in my underwear and slid them down. Spreading my legs wider and kissing my inner thighs.

He leaned down towards my pussy and spat causing my toes to curl and my hips to come off the bed.

Chris attached his mouth to my clit swirling his tongue around before sucking on the sensitive bud.

“Oh my god” I moaned out gripping onto his hair

His tongue moving in every direction against my clit causing me to close my thighs around his head. Lapping at me like a starved man

“I need more” I panted out

Chris pulled away, his mouth covered in my arousal. He looked so hot like this I swear I could cum from the sight of it.

He slid off the bed to remove his pants and underwear. His dick springing free and my knees going weak. He came back over and lined himself up with my entrance

Slowly sinking into me, both of us letting out a gasp at the feeling. No matter how many times we fucked this feeling sent me spiraling every time.

He leaned forward holding himself up by his forearms as he bottomed out. He grabbed my left thigh and helps me wrap my legs around his torso

He left his hand on my thigh as he began to thrust into me. My hands ran over his back as my nails gently glided against his skin.

“Fuck Chris just like that” I moaned out snaking my hand up to the back of his head as I pulled at his roots.

“You’re meant for me, you take me so well” he said moaning out as he kissed my temple. My stomach flirting at this intimate action.

Chris began to kiss my neck as he thrusted into me, my body falling deeper into the mattress as his name fell from my lips like a mantra. I never wanted this to end….he was my kryptonite

“Come on baby” Chris said as he pounded into me as I clenched around him

“Fuck baby I’m going to cum” I moaned out. The pet name slipping my lips went unnoticed by me, but not by Chris. His stomach coiled at this and his ears perked up. He loved it so much.

“I know mama” he croaked out into my ear

Chris’ hips snapped into me at a faster and deeper rate causing my breath to hitch in my throat. His hands running all over my legs and torso as his lips ghosted against my neck.

His hips relentlessly pounding into me as I cried out in ecstasy. I was so glad no one was home because this was the loudest I’ve ever been with him.

“Keep going…fuck just like that” I moaned out my legs wrapping around him tighter as I pulled him as close as humanly possible

“You’re driving me crazy” he said in a gruff tone as he used his left hand to push some hair out of my face.

Chris used his left thumb to run it over my cheek where the tears had now dried. Looking into my eyes as his mouth fell open and he pounded into me.

My thighs becoming shaky as my orgasm neared. My nails scratching as his back and his name falling constantly from my mouth in loud cries of pure joy.

In this moment it was just Chris and I, and I swore I was in pure ecstasy. All my thoughts were gone with the wind and I loved it.

Chris snaked his hand down in between us as he began to rub my clit, sending shockwaves throughout my body.

“Oh. My god oh my god” I moaned out my eyes shutting as my brows furrowed

“Look at me baby, look at me when you cum” he said in a whisper

I opened my eyes as he continued to thrust into me, he began to rub my clit faster

“I’m gonna cum” I yelled out clenching down on him

“Give it to me” he said biting his lip as his chest rose faster

These words alone sent me into orbit, I pulled Chris in closer as I clenched down on him. My thighs were shaking as my lower abdomen contracted. Cumming all over Chris’ dick as my breathing was shaky. Fuck and his name the only two things able to spill from my mouth in this moment.

Chris helped me ride out my high before I let my legs down and released him. He pulled out of me as he began to stroke his cock

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you do things to me I can’t even explain” he said in a low tone

He stroked harder before his own thighs began to shake, and his mouth fell open. He painted my lower stomach with his seed as he moaned out my name.

He allowed himself to calm down to control his breathing. He got up and brought a rag back to wipe me down before tossing it in his laundry basket.

We slid under his sheets and I faced him. Taking in his beauty. His freckles, his rosy cheeks, his plump lips. My finger traced his jawline as I looked at him

He looked back examining my face and brushing my hair away before opening his mouth to speak

“I meant it when I said you're gorgeous” he said in a whisper

“Thank you Chris” I said with a small smile

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/N” he said turning his head into my touch as he kissed my hand

It was in these moments that I saw a small glimpse of us being together. Of us being more than just fuck buddies. Chris has a nurturing soul, and I couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to share that with someone else. Unless he did, and that someone else just wasn’t me….

“We’re throwing a birthday party for Madi next week you should come” he said looking at me again

“Yeah I’d love to” I responded smiling at him

“And you can bring…what’s his face” he said chuckling

“Dominic” I said with a blunt expression

“Yeah him” he said rolling his eyes

“I’ll run it by him” I said laughing

Before we could speak my phone started to ring

“Speak of the devil” Chris said looking at my phone as I turned over

I picked it up on the third ring

“Hello?” I said

“Hi baby, why do you sound so out of breath?” He said laughing

“Oh uhhh I was running up Courtney’s stairs” I said laughing and looking at Chris with wide eyes

“She doesn’t have stairs” he said confused

“Ohh uhh the stairs outside her house we were taking trash out” I said lying straight out of my ass

“Ohhh uh well okay, I’m glad you had fun” he said

“Yup lots of fun” I said looking at Chris and he just smirked at me

“Alright baby I’m going to let you go, I’ll see you tomorrow” he said

“Okay love you” I said cringing to myself because I didn’t even mean it

We hung up and I let out a sigh

“Stressed?” Chris asked me

“You could say something like that” I said looking at him

“Come in closer talk to me about it, spend the night” he said

This was uncharted territory. Chris never asked me to spend the night, and I assumed it was only because his brothers weren’t home.

“Stay? With you?” I asked him

“No stay with the Holy Ghost, duhhh stay with me” he said laughing

“Okay….yeah I’ll stay” I said smiling at him

Chris shut the light off and pulled me in closer my back to him.

This was wrong, but it felt so right. To be able to lay in his arms as we fell asleep was something I’ve always wanted.

This made my heart warm, but what kept my mind racing was that this was a one time thing and only for tonight. Our next encounters would not be like this.

I’d be in my own bed the following morning alone and saddened that I could not keep the only man I’ve ever wanted to myself.

I was the paramour.

The End

Alright guys this is part 1, and I truly hope you enjoyed it. I genuinely loved writing this and it like had me giggling and kicking my feet, but also lowkey sad😭😭 I wonder what will happen in part 2 and 3??? Stay tuned for more LMFAOAOA! I love yall so much 🤭🖤🖤 also sorry it took so long to get done I got busy

-J💅🏽

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dailyunstableeve · 4 months

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She's just dropping by to gear up

Jill valentine x cashier/soldier!Fem!reader (at the gas station)

tw: This contains smut, interact with caution. nsfw, some breast play, fingering, dom!Jill, sub!reader, some alcohol, Jill loves to tease, kinda a fall in love in first sight

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⭒─⭑─⭒──⭒─⭑─⭒──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

“Day 258,” you signed, crossing out a date off your notebook. Your work here has become more and more boring, can't help it, you gotta pay the rent or else you'll be on the street, turning into a zombie.

Ew, thinking of it makes you shiver.

Lucky for you, there's not much people actually come to this gas station for anything so it allows you to blast music, when all you need to do is keep this place clean. Afterall, this is not just some normal gas station by the road. This gas station is also counted as a safe zone from the virus, if zombies start to roam around this area, which means things get way out of hand.

It's not everyday a new virus is created.

From the day you've been assigned here, it's only Chris who appears here, he’s on mission more than anyone, eventually both of you become friends. Sometimes he would invite you to have a drink with him.

Other than that, taking out the trash has never been your favourite of all the stuff you gotta do, no one likes going to the dark back space of the station, you really should push the trash bin next to the station at least there's a little light there.

You heard a car stopped in front of the gas station that made you jump and run back to the cashier. It's a truck, looks very dirty, you silently judge it but when a woman with short hair walks out from the truck, you keep your judgement away.

“Welcome!” You put on your smile.

Oh my gosh, finally a customer after so many days.

“Hi, I would like to stock up,” The woman said, holding her s.t.a.r.s badge up, Jill Valentine, she looked so tired.

If only I can help her rest.

“Yeah, follow me,” you swiftly shut down the gas station, pressing the button under the cashier, then a secret room appeared, “everything you need should be there.”

“Thank you.”

You watched her walk down the stairs to the room then you followed behind.

“So, why is a girl like you here?” Jill asked you as she's checking up on the stocks.

“Well, the pay is high, and I need to pay rent,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Won't it be boring? Missing out on the actions?”

“Well if it takes for someone like you to show up here, I'm pretty sure it's worth it,” you chuckled.

To look closely, she's just too hot for you to not take your eyes off, you can't stop staring at her.

“Say, too busy to catch a date after whatever you're gonna do after?” You asked, believing your confidence could get you a date with Jill.

“That will depend on if I made it back alive or not,” she softly chuckled.

“I pray for your return, Jill.”

“Thank you.”

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A week has gone by, you're still hopelessly waiting for Jill to appear, for once you were looking forward to getting a date, especially since you work in a place that's basically isolated from the city. The whole week gave you a lot of time to think about what kind of date you and Jill could do, but also at the same time, who will take over your place if you asked for a leave? Chris is the first name that appears since you only know him but you can't possibly ask him for that because you're gonna go on a date and he's actually higher rank than you are.

Oh Jill.

You wanted to see her so badly, your mind has been nothing but her face projecting everything and everywhere.

“Y/N.”

“Oh Chris, stock up?”

“No, not today, I'm taking the time to rest,” he bitterly smiled. All those missions he went to must be hard for him, at some point you can't even think what you would do if you were sent to fight zombies.

“Well, if they are asking for you, everything you need is here to get ready,” you laughed and brought out your secret stash, “do you think you'll be able to drink?”

“Call it your lucky day today.”

Three bottles have been emptied out, and Chris is on the fourth bottle.

“Ugh, I am so needed to get my tolerance up,” you complained at your poor tolerances with alcohol.

“Don't beat yourself up, you did better than last time,” Chris laughed.

“Sometimes, I feel like it's a great idea they don't have cameras here, only for the road outside,” you fell onto the counter, the alcohol slowly kicking in, causing your vision to turn wobbly.

“Chris, do you happen to know someone called Jill Valentine?” You asked.

“Jill, yeah I know her, she's my friend.”

“Is she doing okay? I wanted to see her,” you mumbled.

“How do you know Jill in the first place?”

“She stopped by to stock up,” you answered.

“She just recently reported in from her last mission.”

“I see.”

Jill must've been taking a rest after the mission, she'll appear when she is finished. That's what you told yourself.

An hour later, Chris is fully defeated by the alcohol, you have to drag him down to the basement room to let him rest there while you're still trying to sober up. When you got back up to the surface, you spotted a motorcycle outside the gas station and someone was on it. You thought it's someone asking for directions so you talked to them through the small window.

“Hi, sorry the station is closed at the moment,” you speak through the small window, if Chris isn't on a mission, no one is.

“I'm here to pick up my date,” that familiar voice that has been dangling onto your mind for the past few days.

“Jill?” you excitedly asked, hop out from the shop.

“Is this a bad time?” She asked.

“No, not exactly, it's just that I have a drunk passed out Chris Redfield down the basement,” you laughed.

“Chris? What's he doing here?”

“Well, to be honest, it's usually just him showing up here to stock up so eventually we became friends,” you explained.

“So, I'm taking it that you can't leave?” Jill asked.

“I can't, Chris is here and I'm actually still trying to sober up,” you awkwardly chuckled.

“That's alright, we can chill here.”

“I'm so sorry if you have any plans for today, I'm sure next time we can do it.”

Just like that, you and Jill had the date on top of the rooftop, it wasn't really bad, both of you took the chance to know more about each other.

“Well, I know I'm still trying to sober up, but can't spoil the fun for you,” you brought up the remaining alcohol that's left from you and Chris.

Both of you think that it would be fun if you and Jill play some games, such as truth and dare, so the game is on. You started out with asking simple truth and dare for Jill, taking it as a chance to try to know her better, Jill did the same, until you decided you wanted to do something more.

“Truth,” Jill chooses.

“Jill, why did you choose to be on this date?”

“Is that even a question that can be asked?” She frowned, hiding that slight blush off her face.

“C'mon, I'll let you ask the similar question to me later.”

“Well, you're cute, and you have the confidence to ask me out on a date, and from all those talks we had just now, you're an incredible person, and I would love to know you more,” Jill answered.

You hope it's illegal because of how Jill is making you blush at the moment.

“Truth or Dare?” Jill looked at you.

“Dare.”

“Do the one thing you wanted to do so badly right now,” Jill smirked.

“Oh wow, okay, embrace yourself then,” you chuckled as you moved from your seat, moving closer to Jill, both of you looked at each other as you leaned forward for a kiss on her cheek.

You and Jill hold eye contact, she rested her hand on your cheek, looking into your eyes then she leaned forwards, left a kiss on your lip. You returned one back, and she did the same. Jill pulled you closer towards her as she kissed you.

Jill slowly pulled away, holding your hands and rushed down to the basement, a different room from where Chris is sleeping in, she slammed the door, inviting you to join her on the bed that's supposed for pass by soldiers to rest in.

You can feel her touch, slowly caressingly running up and down your body as her soft cherry lip pressing onto yours, giving you the kisses you'll never forget. Her kisses were harsh but yet sweet, brushing your hair to the side as she played with your ear, giving that tingling feeling but all you can focus on is her lip, needing every taste of it.

Jill slowly moved her hand inside your top, drawing circles on your cute tummy, drawing a sensation in you, her hand moved more further up, lifting up your top, revealing that black lace bra. Jill breaks the kiss as she turns her focus to your body, “what a gorgeous you are, sweetie,” as she's sitting on you, looking down. Jill admired your body a little longer, when she met your eyes again, she could see the desire you are wishing so badly for.

You wanted to kiss Jill so badly.

You wanted her touch everywhere on your body.

You wanted to feel her.

You wanted to be hers.

But Jill just looked at you, with a small smirk on her face, she's enjoying this.

“Please Jill,” you mumbled, you felt the heat on your face so you tried to hide your reddened face as you tried to form words.

“Yeah, sweetie?”

You know, she wants you to use your words to beg for her, you slipped your needy side to Jill and now she’s waiting for you to tell her what you need.

“Manage to get the conversation out for a date, can't say what's next?” Jill leaned closer, whispered in your ear, fingertip drawing around your body, teasing your poor desire.

You started to blame the alcohol you drank with Chris just now, you can't think straight.

“I want you Jill,” you looked into her blue eyes, babbling out the words, “I need you Jill, I want to feel you, so badly.”

“Good girl.”

Jill single handedly unhooked your bra, removing every pieces clothings of yours, leaving your naked body bare on the bed. Her hand cupped up your breast as she gently sucked on it, while her other hand fiddled the other lonely breast, muffled moans started to fall out from your mouth, you had your mouth covered, afraid that Chris would hear you.

“It's okay, no one is going to hear us,” she looked at you, admiring the expression you have on your face at the moment, then continued back what she's doing.

You couldn't tell how long it has been for Jill enjoying her time with your breast, she made you feel so good but yet a part of your body is throating for more.

“You gotta use your words to ask for what you want,” Jill pinned down your lower body, you immediately looked down and realised what you did, a dark spot stained on her jeans.

“I want you Jill.”

“Where?”

You held onto her hand as you guided her to the between of your thighs, “here please.”

Jill leans in for more kisses as her hand continues drawing circles the area between your thighs, you wish her to touch, but she likes to tease you a little longer before giving you what you ask for. You squirmed under her touches, you started to beg Jill, mumbling words into her ears, letting her know just how badly you wanted her.

Jill slowly inserted her middle finger in your cunt, spreading up your inside, your body squirmed as you gripped on both of her shoulders, she started to push it more deeper in, as her thumb rubbing on your sensitive clit. Jill could feel every twitch you made, your sweet moans getting louder and louder in her ears, babbling words that can't be understood as she picked up her pace.

Your hip started to lean upwards to Jill, she knows this movement of yours proves that you're close so she pulled away, leaving you groaning and whimpering, asking why she pulled away. You know damn well the answer, she loves to tease and she will take every opportunity she has to tease you until she thinks you deserve to cum.

Jill gives your clit a few gentle rubs, then spreads your inside with two fingers this time. Jill quickly picks back up the pace, your slick juice dripping down from her hand and your thighs, the sloopy sound as Jill thrusted her finger in, hitting the spot, tells just how wet you are. Jill found your mumbling as you're trying your best to cum, cute. She wanted to tease you so much more until you can't even say anything but continually cumming on her fingers but you've been a good girl for her.

“I love you Y/N,” she planted kisses around your neck, your collarbone, your breast, your arch up tummy.

“I love you too Jill,” your arm wrapped around her shoulder, head resting on Jill's shoulder, mumbling her name with the mix of your moans.

“I'm gonna- cum,” you mumbled out, hooked your legs around Jill's waist, gripping harder onto her shirt.

“Cum for me sweetie, cum for me, Y/N,” she whispered into your ear.

Your eyes roll back as your head throws back while you are still gripping onto Jill's shoulder, your hip leans upwards and stays there for a while as you feel the electric shock running through your body and letting out the loudest moans.

Your body immediately flopped back on the bed, trying your best to catch your breath. You could feel Jill caressingly brushing your hair, a soft kiss on your lip, “you did a great job.”

“I love you Jill.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

Hands holding onto each other, Jill flopped on the bed together with you, pulling you closer so she could cuddle with you.

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an: Here's my pardon approach, this is the first time working on the smut, please pardon me for any mistake I've made, and ofc, do let me know which part could be improve so I can learn from my mistake ;-; I hope you guys somehow did enjoyed it ❤️

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Imagine this is how it ended:

“And I might have lied,” Jill softly chuckled.

“What did you lie about?”

“The room is not soundproof.”

“Jill!” You jolt up, looking at her.

“I'm pretty sure Chris is still asleep at the moment,” Jill pulled you back into her arms, “we'll worry about it later.”

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking, angst lol word count: 4.9k a/n: y'all i have been trying so hard to make this story good but i hope you wont kill me after this part. don't forget i love y'all :)

pov: layla

The rest of the school day flew by, having gym with Allie made it a little more tolerable and not having Mia lurking over my shoulder was relieving. I ignored the usual whispers and dirty looks, seemingly more frequent than usual and I assumed it was because people knew about Matt and I.

I didn't quite understand what we were yet, we'd only been friends for under 2 weeks and I'd already let him into my life more than anyone I'd ever known. It frustrated me how easily my walls came down around him and how much I let him affect me. I didn't even mean to but I knew I had pushed him away during lunch but part of me was relieved that I was still able to do that, still able to keep my walls up around him whenever I needed to.

As I exited the building, Allie by my side rambling about something I tuned out due to my busy mind, I slipped my cigarettes out of my bag and lit the end of one between my lips. I made sure to blow the smoke away from Allie's face as I slid the pack back into my bag as we made our way to Nate's car.

"I'll be quick," I called to Nate who was leaning against his car, talking to Chris who was leaning against the minivan beside Nate's car. Nate nodded, resuming his conversation with Chris as I tuned back into what Allie was saying.

"So what do you think? Green or white nails?" she asked me and I mentally cursed at myself for not paying attention as we came to a halt a few feet away from Nate's car.

"Why not do green and white?" I suggested, trying to cover up the fact I had zoned out and gone too far into my own head to realise what she was talking about.

"Oh, good point. What about you?" she asked, pulling her cheer uniform down as she shivered, the tights on her legs not seeming to block out the cold as much as she hoped.

"What about me?" I asked, trying to quickly puff down my cigarette so as to not make Nate wait longer than he already had.

"What are you gonna do with your nails? Oh and we also have to figure out hair and makeup," she said matter-of-factly and I let my mouth hang open for a moment.

"I hadn't gotten that far yet," I answered honestly and she nodded, a small smile on her lips.

"No need to worry. I love helping people get dressed up. We can look at some stuff on Pinterest and figure out what you want to go with your dress," she answered confidently and I nodded in response with a small smile. I had been off since lunch and I knew she could tell but I was glad she didn't say anything about it.

I felt something touch my lower back and I jumped, spinning around to see Matt looking down at me with a worried expression, "Can I talk to you?"

"We're gonna go in a second," I answered quickly and he furrowed his eyebrows as I continued to take hits of the cigarette.

"Just for a minute," he asked quietly and I heard Allie shuffled behind me.

"I'll leave you guys to talk," she said quickly before she scurried away towards Nate, Chris and now Nick. I sighed, turning back to look at Matt who had nothing but a confused expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked and I looked down, avoiding his eyes as I let out a breath.

"Nothing," I answered shortly and he stepped closer to me. I automatically tensed and I could sense his concern radiating off of him.

"Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I upset you. I didn't mean to," he spoke softly and I felt guilt spread through my body but I didn't let it show as I continued looking at the ground.

"I'm fine, Matthew," I spoke blandly, finishing the rest of my cigarette before throwing it on the damp ground and squishing it with the sole of my shoe, "I gotta go."

"Layls," he tried to catch my attention again but I shook my head, walking towards Nate and Allie silently.

"You guys ready to go?" I asked and they both looked at each other briefly, a concerned look shared between them before they nodded, "Bye guys."

I waved to Chris and Nick as I opened the back door of Nate's car, sliding in without another word as Allie slid in the passenger seat and Nate jumped in the driver's seat.

I kept my focus to the left of the car, feeling Matt staring at me as he got into the driver's seat of his car and Nate waved goodbye to them before he drove out of the parking space.

+++

After spending 2 hours at the mall with Allie, I couldn't find anything that I could afford and I decided I would have to just make my own dress. After grabbing stretchy black fabric and Allie buying me a sweat tea, she decided she wanted me to go to her house.

"If you come over I can help you pick out heals and what you want to do with your makeup and hair!" she suggested as we waltzed down the mall back towards the parking lot where her dad was waiting for her.

"I don't know," I trailed off, my mood still off from my interaction with Matt. I had turned off my phone, not bothering to check it the whole time we were out because I knew Matt would try to message or call me.

"Please. We can drop you home after dinner," she pleaded, her words dragging out as the bags in her arms rustled. I sighed, running a hand through my hair before I nodded.

"Okay," I answered and she clapped her hands happily, fastening her pace as we reached the exit of the building. I trailed behind her until she walked up to a car which I could only assume was her dad's BMW.

"Hey Dad," she called in a sing-song tone as she approached the driver's window which he conveniently had rolled down, "Is it okay if Layla comes over for dinner and we drop her home after?"

"You couldn't have told me earlier?" he asked, his tone frustrated and I kept my distance, feeling like I was intruding on their conversation. I let them talk as their voices quietened before Allie spun around to face me.

"Okay! We're good," she said excitedly as she rounded the car to the passenger side and I followed suit, opening the back door before throwing my bag on the floor and sliding in.

"Hi," I tried to sound as polite as possible as I closed the door behind me.

"Hello," her father's voice sounded rough and tired and I took it as a queue not to talk further since he still sounded irritated. I kept quiet the whole car ride as her dad turned up the music, making it clear he didn't want to talk. Allie didn't say anything, only hummed along to the music as we drove through the busy streets.

Soon enough, we pulled up to a 3 story house that looked as modern as the White House. I jumped out of the car, looking up at the architecture in awe as I closed the door behind me and swung my bag over my shoulder. I didn't notice that Allie and her dad had already made their way to the door until Allie called my name.

She stood by the door, holding it open for me. I quickly jogged up to the wooden door and walked inside as she closed it behind me. I let my mouth hang open as I looked at the front foyer, the black spiral staircase travelling upwards from the white marble floor shone brightly from the chandelier.

"Mom we're home!" Allie called out to her mother, her voice echoing on the tiles as I looked up at the 2 stories above us.

"In the kitchen!" I heard a woman's voice respond, assuming it was her mother's. I looked around in amazement as I followed Allie through the foyer, turning to the right to find a huge open kitchen with a dining area right beside it, the table seating able to fit at least 10 people, "I didn't know you were bringing a friend over."

"Mom, this is Layla. Layla, my mom, Diana," Allie introduced us and I looked at her mother, smiling at her with a small awkward wave.

"Hi Mrs Finley," I plastered a smile on my lips and she gave me a short smile before looking back at Allie who was almost a spitting image of her. They had the same ginger hair, green eyes and short, skinny figures.

"You didn't tell me your friend was coming," she said through her teeth as Allie just shrugged, her mother's passive aggressiveness seemingly unphased her.

"It was last minute," Allie said, jumping up and sitting on top of the marble counter and her mother frowned, turning around from the stove where various pots seemed to be cooking over the gas.

"You need to let me know beforehand, Alison. You know this," she spoke sternly and I stayed in place by the door, not missing the way her mother scanned me head to toe. I pulled the pink sweater further down my arms to hide my tattoos that I knew she would despise.

"She's not staying over. She's just staying for dinner then we'll drop her home," Allie shrugged and her mother sighed heavily, spinning around to face the stove again.

"Al!" I heard another male voice call from the foyer and Allie rolled her eyes, grabbing a handful of grapes from the fruit bowl to her left as she threw a few in her mouth.

"What?" she called, the grapes still in her mouth as she crossed her legs and her mother spun around with a scowl on her face.

"Don't talk with food in your mouth," she mumbled before facing the stove again and I leaned on the wall beside the door, unsure of where to go.

"Where did you put my helmet?" I heard the same male voice enter the room to my right and I looked over to see a guy who couldn't have been more than 2 years older than Allie and I. He turned to look at me, his dirty blonde hair flowing as he did so and he smirked at me, "Who's this?"

"That's Layla. Off limits, Xan," she deadpanned and he snickered as he looked back at her, his green eyes shining in the lights over the kitchen, "I don't know where your helmet is. I haven't touched it."

"Fuck off. I know you moved it," he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and I noticed the myriad of tattoos scattering his tan arms. I scanned his outfit, noticing the fact that he was clad in bike pants and a white shirt, a leather jacket hung over his right arm.

"Language," Diana scolded him and he simply rolled his eyes again, throwing his head back.

"Do you know where my helmet is, Mom?" he asked, his voice slightly more agitated and he glanced over at me, giving me a smirk which I returned with a frown.

"I don't know, honey. Have you asked your father?" she sighed, spinning around to face him before she glanced at me again with a scowl still written across her face.

"He said he doesn't know," the boy next to me answered and Allie groaned.

"Xander, you're a grown man. You can find your own shit," she mumbled and Diana hit her thigh with the back of her hand lightly to scold her again.

"I left it on my bike and now it's not there," he threw his hands out in front of him in defeat and Allie once again rolled her eyes.

"Where do you need to go anyway?" she asked as she popped another grape into her mouth and leaned forward with her elbows on her knees.

"I'm going to Shawn's," he answered shortly and Allie raised her eyebrows before glancing between me and him.

"Great! That means you can drop Layla home on your way," she announced and my eyebrows instantly furrowed, giving her a confused look.

"I didn't agree to that," he quickly shut it down and Allie shrugged her shoulders.

"She doesn't mind, right Layls?" she asked and I glanced between the three of them.

"I can just walk home. It's really not that far," I lied straight through my teeth and Allie frowned, knowing I lived nowhere near her.

"It would take you well over an hour to walk home. I'm not letting you go in the dark," she argued and I shrugged, adjusting my bag that was still on my shoulder.

"It's fine really," I brushed it off and she shook her head, Xander now groaning next to me before he looked at me.

"Where do you live?" he asked, his tone short from the annoyance of his younger sister.

"Uh," I hesitated, feeling uncomfortable in the expensive house with such proper people, "South End."

"You are not driving through South End, Xander," Diana quickly interjected and he looked towards his mother with a frown, "It's far too dangerous."

A moment of silence fell into the room and I glanced between the three of them uncomfortably. Allie patiently waited for her brother's agreeance, Diana waited for his denial and I couldn't help but notice a shift in his features as he smirked and his body became less tense.

"Sure. I'll talk you home," he shrugged as he looked directly at his mother who stared at him disapprovingly, "You ever ridden a motorbike before?"

"Yeah," I answered shortly, feeling the tension in the air as he looked back at me.

"Cool. Good thing I have two helmets," he smirked before waltzing out of the room again and I looked back at Allie with a frown.

"What? Now I don't have to convince my dad and you don't have to walk in the dark. It's a win-win," she shrugged and I sighed, running a hand over my face as she jumped off of the counter, "Come on. I'll show you my room."

I nodded as she picked up her bags from the floor and waltzed out of the kitchen and I followed behind her. She made her way up the stairs and once we reached the second floor, she walked down the long hallway before entering a room on the left. I entered the room, looking around at the white bare walls and the sheer size of the place. Her room alone was the size of my living room and I noticed the grey queen-sized bed in the corner with the saude grey couch sitting in the middle of the right wall.

"Holy shit," I mumbled as I dropped my bag down to the floor, looking at the flatscreen TV on the wall at the end of her bed and the vanity covered in various makeup products scattered across it on the other side of the room, "This is massive."

"Yeah. I tried to fill the space as much as I could," she mumbled as she walked through the giant space, throwing her bags on the elevated mattress. There were two pastel pink bean bags on the floor at the end of her bed with a white throw blanket on top of them. A wooden coffee table was in front of the two-seater couch, littered with different books and a pencil case, the two pink decorative pillows on the couch pulling the aesthetic of the room together.

"This is like the size of my living room and kitchen in one," I let my mouth hang open and she jumped on her bed, pulling the various items out of the shopping bags lazily.

"You should see my parents' room. It's like twice the size," she rolled her eyes dramatically, "I don't know why they bought this house. There are four of us living here and we have three spare rooms. It's insane."

She sounded almost bitter at the fact her parents had spent so much money on the house, the extra rooms being a nuisance to maintain but I didn't even bat an eye since I was too in awe of the amount of space. I looked to the left to see a walk-in closet filled to the brim with clothes and accessories.

"Okay! Let's talk hair and makeup," she announced and I hummed, still looking around her room before I sat on her bed. She began scouring through Pinterest on her phone, saving various photos of hair and makeup for the both of us to get ideas.

+++

"So what do your parents do, Layla?" Diana asked, her tone short as her spoon scraped on the bottom of her bowl of soup. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, Allie sitting on my left with her dad at the end of the table, Diana sitting next to her husband and Xander sitting across from me.

"Uh, my dad is a mechanic," I answered shortly, only half lying. He used to be a mechanic but now he only works on cars of people he's buying drugs off of.

"And your mother?" she asked, her spine straight as she sipped on her white wine and I placed my spoon down in the bowl.

"Um, she's not around," I answered vaguely and her eyebrows furrowed.

"Whereabouts is she?" she asked, her tone condescending and Allie coughed loudly.

"Mom," she mumbled, frowning at her mother and I shifted in my seat once again.

"I'm just asking a question, Alison," she spoke so clearly and precisely that I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at her poise facade.

"She left when I was little," I answered honestly, my discomfort obvious and Allie turned to me, an apologetic smile on her lips and I gave her the same back.

"What do you do with yourself? Do you work?" her dad spoke up for the first time since we sat down and I shrugged, swallowing loudly.

"I help my dad with his work sometimes," again, it was a half-truth and I could lie straight through my teeth easily around people like this.

"So you don't actually have a job?" he asked, his words slightly patronising.

"She's still in school, dad. Give her a break," Xander rolled his eyes dramatically and his dad frowned at him, his mouth permanently in a straight line.

"Did I ask you a question?" he asked rhetorically and Xander sighed, shaking his head as he continued eating the pumpkin soup.

"Um, no. I don't have a job yet but I'm going to get one once I finish school," I spoke as confidently as I could and he looked back at me.

"You aren't going to college? What job do you intend to get without a degree?" he asked with a frown still plastered on his face and I let my mouth hang open, unsure of my own answer.

"Okay!" Xander interrupted as he placed his spoon back in his bowl, "Are you ready to go?"

"Xander, you haven't even finished your soup," his mother pointed out and he shrugged, pushing away from the table.

"I'm done. Thanks for dinner, Mom," he said quickly and I looked at Allie as if to ask if I could leave. She smiled at me and nodded before turning to her parents.

"May I leave the table to see them out? I'll come back after," she asked, the properness of it making my skin crawl and her mother nodded.

"Thank you for dinner. It was nice meeting you," I offered a polite goodbye, the words sounding as fake as they felt and Diana gave me a tight-lipped smile that didn't reach her eyes. I quickly got up as Xander walked out of the room and I followed behind him as Allie walked behind me. I was glad I brought my bag down to the front door earlier so I didn't have to bother getting it earlier.

"I'm sorry about them," Allie said apologetically as Xander walked out the front door and we followed suit as I shook my head.

"Don't worry about it," I gave her a tight-lipped smile and she sighed, running a hand through her hand.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow?" she asked and I nodded, picking up my bag and throwing it over my shoulder, "I gotta get back before they think I'm gone too long. Let me know if Xan does anything stupid."

"I will," I let out a half-hearted laugh and I walked over to where Xander was leaning on his black, helmet in hand. I observed the bike, gasping when I realised what it was, "You have a Ducati?"

"I'm surprised you know what that is," he stated with his eyebrows raised and I shook my head, walking around the bike as my jaw hung open.

"Are you fucking kidding? I've always wanted a Ducati," I mumbled, my hand running along the shiny black metal and he chuckled, pushing away from the bike as he spun around to hand me the white helmet. I hesitantly took it, sliding my bag over my shoulders so it lay across my chest instead of on just one shoulder.

"Don't worry. I've had a lot of people ride this with me," he smirked cockily as he picked up the black helmet hanging off of the right handlebar.

"I bet," I mumbled, rolling my eyes as I slid the helmet onto my head. I grabbed the strap under my chin but it was difficult to click into place without being able to see.

"Here," he stepped around the bike and I let my hands fall to my sides as I tilted my chin upwards. He clicked it into place before tightening the strap and I let my head fall back down, the visor still being up as I looked up at him through the gap in the helmet. He tapped the top of my helmet before mumbling, "Cute."

"Just get me home without crashing before you try to flirt with me," I grumbled making him chuckle. He grabbed the black helmet sliding it over his head and clicking the strap in, tightening it quickly. He zipped up the pocket in his pants he had his phone in before sliding his gloves on.

"Out of all Al's friends," he said as he swung his leg over the bike and sat down, "You're already my favourite."

"This is gonna be a long ride," I rolled my eyes as I placed my left foot on the peg, swung my right leg over the bike and sat down on the small seat at the back.

"Oh by the way," he said loudly before he reached in the gap in the helmet to seemingly adjust something before his voice rang in my helmet, "I have comms."

"Oh great. Now I can hear you talking out of your ass the whole ride," I said sarcastically and his laugh rang through my ears. I flicked the visor down and he followed suit.

"You ready?" he asked and I hummed before he kicked the stand up. He turned on the bike, soon after and the engine revved to life, "You gotta hold on unless you wanna fly off the back."

"This is insane," I mumbled, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around his torso and I heard his laugh ring through the helmet once again. I placed my chin on his left shoulder as he kicked it into first gear and we crept out of the driveway.

As we got onto the road, I instantly felt the cold wind pierce my skin through my clothes as it whipped around us and I tightened my arms around him.

"You good?" he asked through the headset and I hummed quickly, looking ahead as we passed multiple buildings quickly. My heart started beating with the rumble of the engine and a smile crept on my face as I thought of an idea.

"Can I lean back?" I asked hesitantly as I looked at the street lights around us.

"Let me turn left up here then you can. It's a straight road after that," he explained and I hummed, gripping tightly onto his leather jacket against his stomach, "Just move with my body as we turn."

"I know," I stated confidently and he let out another chuckle. After a few seconds, he slowed ever so slightly and we leaned into the turn before he straightened up again.

"You can lean back just don't stand up and don't lean back too far or you'll throw it off balance," he instructed me and my stomach filled with butterflies of excitement. I let my hands unravel from around his waist, still holding onto his sides as I leaned away from his back slightly. The wind hit me even more but it made me feel alive, it made me feel real.

My hair flicked behind me from the bottom of the helmet and I carefully let go of his waist. I looked ahead to see only one car ahead of us and it was far enough away that I could comfortably expand my arms out on either side of me.

"This is so fun!" I said excitedly as I leaned closer to him again, my arms being pushed back by the wind slightly. I heard a sound of amusement travel from him and I giggled to myself.

"You wanna go around this car?" he asked and I looked ahead to see we were approaching the car quickly. I let out a sound of approval, "Hold onto me."

I let my arms wrap back around his torso as he sped up slightly and within an instant, we zipped past the car with ease. I turned my head to look around at the buildings we flew past and the cars passing by us on the other side of the road.

"I don't know where to go from here, babe. You're gonna have to give me directions," he spoke loudly into the mic and I hummed, looking straight ahead again.

The next 10 minutes were spent mumbling different directions to him as my hands practically froze from the cold air and my hair tangled under the helmet. Soon enough, we arrived at my street and he slowed the bike when we were a few houses away from mine.

We pulled up to my house before he switched the engine off and put down the kickstand. He held out a gloved hand to help me get off the bike which I gladly accepted, swinging my legs off of the bike before I unclipped the strap and slid the helmet off.

"That was so fun," I smiled happily, certain that my hair was stuck up in all different directions as he slid open the visor to talk to me, "Allie never told me she had a brother by the way."

"She never told me she had such a pretty friend," he replied smoothly and I furrowed my eyebrows, a slightly amused smile on my lips.

"I'll let that slide for now because that was so fun but never do that again," I shook my head, handing him the helmet and he quickly spun around to attach it to the strap on the pillion seat.

"You have a boyfriend or something?" he asked as he turned to face me and I let my mouth hang open for a moment, unsure of how to answer.

"It's complicated," I told him honestly and I could see the smirk from under his helmet as he shook his head.

He looked ahead to where my house was before saying, "Is that your not-boyfriend?"

I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked over where his eyesight was and I saw none other than Matt standing there with his arms folded. He had an unsatisfied expression written across his face as he leaned against his car, staring directly at me.

"I'll take that as my queue to leave," Xander said with slight amusement in his voice before revving the engine of the bike back to life and yelling, "Tell Allie I can pick you up whenever you need, pretty girl."

He flicked the visor of his helmet back down before giving me a salute and suddenly, he sped off down the road. My body ran cold at the sound of the nickname coming from his mouth, hating the way it felt compared to when Matt said it. I looked back over to where Matt was glaring at me and I quickly jogged towards him.

"Matt-"

"I don't wanna hear it, Layla," he shook his head, his words sounding like venom directly to my heart and I let my arms drop beside me.

"It's not what it looks like," I tried to explain as he pushed away from the car and let out a bitter laugh.

"Really? That's what you're going with?" he asked, a look of disbelief on his face as he threw his hands out in front of him, "You ignore me all day, don't answer any of my calls or messages so I decide I'm gonna show up to your house to sort this out and I see you get off the bike of some other deadbeat guy!"

"Deadbeat guy? That's Allie's brother," I furrowed my eyebrows and he raised his with a nod of his head.

"Oh cool. So you're just hitting it off with one of my best friend's brothers now?" he asked, anger seeping off of him and it only made me want to yell at him more but I didn't get the chance to, "I did nothing wrong and now you're off with some other guy doing god knows what. You didn't even try to talk to me."

"He was just dropping me home!" I argued and he shook his head, another bitter laugh emitting from his mouth as he swung the driver's door open.

"Don't come to my game tomorrow. I can't fucking believe you right now," he spat out angrily as he jumped in, slamming the door closed behind him.

I rounded the car as I yelled at the glass separating us, "Matt just listen to me!"

He started the car and within an instant, he drove down the street and I watched the taillights disappear in the distance as my shoulders dropped in devastation.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

tags:

@dsturniolo @chrisstankyleg @lov3bug @pinklittleflower @thatcrazybitch-69 @trinity2058 @alorsxsturn @chrizznmetswife @ilovechrissturniolo1 @leprechaunbirthdaygirl @sturnfix @lilsstvrn @sturniololol @sturniolowhore @jebbie-project-blog @jaxyy219

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cottoncandyswisherz · 4 days

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everybodys type

um, this is based on the song im the shit by sexyy red. this song will always hold a special place in my heart, as it should all of you. luv yall! stay safe!

bf!matt x black!reader

warnings: HATERZZZ, swearing, suggestive content

when i say her bsf name is maddie i dont mean the icon ms. filipowicz, i mean my besties name is madison and we call her maddie so madi haters, grow up, touch grass and eat my ass<3

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toes white, pussy tight, im all these niggas type. brown skin, tatted up, bad bitch dont give no fuck.

the club was booming. everyone was having a good time dancing and rapping along to the music that vibrated the walls.

y/n sat in her section, with her boyfriends tatted arm slung around her shoulder. this was how she loved to be. in social situations but in her own world with the people she loves.

the people being, her man (matt), her bestfriend (maddie), and her mans brothers (nick and chris).

everyone was vibing. maddie had found a girl to dance with, chris was somewhere with his girl of the night, nick sat comfortably on the side of the couch opposite y/n and matt.

moral of the story is, everyone was at peace.

that until a girl with a lifting lace approached the section with a stank expression.

"can i help you?" y/n asked, a quizzical look on her face.

what is shawty doing over here? was the thought going through her mind.

"um, i was just wondering if i could get a picture with, um, with matt."

oh no it's a fucking groupie... at that moment she just pulled out her phone and made herself busy because what matt did after that had nothing to do wit her.

"um, im kind of chilling with my girlfriend right now." matt said, pulling y/n closer into him.

"girlfriend? her?" the groupie pointed at y/n in shock, an almost disgusted look on her face. "she doesn't really seem like your type..."

who the fuck... now was the time for the girlfriend in question speak up.

"i mean i think im everybodys type." y/n looked the girl dead in her eyes with a smile. "but i cant be too sure. whatchu think baby?" she looked at her boyfriend and stood up, pulling her blue shades off her face to rest on her forehead.

matt couldn't really see her in that moment because she was wearing a black shirt but he had her body memorized.

despite her short stature, y/n had long legs that were elongated by her platforms. her tits sat perfectly with no bra, but the bra and tied black & blue tee she had on did wonders, flaunting the solar system tattoo she had on her abdomen. with all of that being said, his favorite part of her body was her face. her small nose, full lips, defined cheekbones. she was perfection personified.

he didn't even have to answer the question as a crooked smile graced his lips. he motion for his woman to come to him. patting his lap he said "come here."

and she did. she sat with her back to his chest and turned her head to place a sloppy kiss on his lips. then she grabbed his chin and turned her head to super groupie with a smirk.

"i eat hoes like you for breakfast." she said and waved the girl off.

she heard the girl scoff and stomp off, but she ignored it and turned back around to her man, who was now gripping her waist from behind her.

"you alright?" he asked, rubbing circles on her bare waist.

"im perfect." she hummed and gave a quick kiss. "are you alright?"

"not even gonna lie, im kinda hard right now." she smiled and pulled him in for another kiss, this time deep, and with intent.

she turned all the way, straddling matt and continued the kiss, moving from his soft lips (shop space camp) to his neck, peppering kisses and licks from his jaw to his ear, before pulling away and looking him in his eyes.

"yall are fucking gross." nick, who they'd forgot was there, groaned.

the couple laughed and y/n dug her face into the crevice of matts shoulder and neck, before raising back up and tellin him what she wanted.

"take me home matt." she whispered

taglist: @mattslolita @hoesformatt @dazednmatthews

niyah speaks💗

first fic!!! be brutally honest pls. if its corny tell me and ill end my career now.

#Spotify #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #black girls of tumblr #blackgirls4matt

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months

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The Stranger 8

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

As Chris’ shadow lingers around the house, you find yourself restless. You can’t stay there. Especially not with your grandmother’s ranting and raving. She’s found your best dresses and wants to know which one to fix up. You leave her without an answer.

“You don’t needa bother with these on our date…” his words ring in your ears, nipping at the nape of your neck.

You set off to town, staying off the main roads, instead picking through the brush and the old trodden pathways amidst the trees. At first you have no destination but as the sun rises and the day casts down, your lack of sleep creases beneath your eyes.

It’s still early. There aren’t many people out. You have a little change in your purse, enough for a tea. You enter the cafe, sweat speckled along your hairline and trickling beneath your cotton shirt.

You wait your turn and step aside as your drink is prepared. Your eyes fall on the cafe owner as she speaks with an older pair of women; one you know as well as anyone. Frigga Odinson. In the back of your mind, you know you shouldn’t listen but you latch onto the distraction from your dire thoughts.

As you do, the door opens and closes with a jingle. You glance over and your chest knots. Not him. You turn your head straight and try to look like you didn’t see him. You focus on the conversation ahead of you.

The women talk about a party. The owner agrees to cater then turns back to her work. You hear her asking another employee for help. You wonder if…

You step up, hoping to make yourself look busy in hope that he won’t bother you. You’re order is called and give a small wave as you approach.

“Um, sorry, er, to eavesdrop,” your voice shakes, caught in your throat. The woman leans in and you try to speak a little louder, “if you need some help, I could do some… stuff.”

“Oh, uh…” she sputters in surprise. Right, you don’t really have a prodigious resume.

“Just for the night?” You frown, “sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no, that’s nice,” she says gently, “you live with your grandmother, right? Up behind the ridge.”

You cringe, you suppose that’s how people would know you. “Yeah, we could use the money,” you confess.

“Sure, not many jobs to go around in Hammer Ford,” she say empathetically, “can you be here for one?”

“Uh,” your eyes round as you sense a shift. You glance over at Chris and find his gaze fixed on you. “Yeah, i’ll be here,” you quaver, “thank you so much.”

You turn back to her and find a stone in her eyes, slightly narrowed as she tilts her head, “you know what, we have a special on, how about you sit and have a scone?”

“Um…” you look down at the cup.

“You got a far way back, you should enjoy your latte,” she says as her eyes flit over towards the register.

“Okay,” you surrender uncertainly. If you leave, you’ll be all alone.

“You go sit down and I’ll bring you the scone,” she smiles. “If you stick around, we can chat a bit about tomorrow when it slows down.”

“Oh, yeah,” your heart flutters, “makes sense. Thank you so much.”

You take your cup and turn, nearly walking into someone else. You find your way to the corner and sit in a haze. Wow, you think you might have got yourself a job. Grandma will be so happy and maybe, just maybe, it’ll be a good excuse to get away from him.

You peek up at Chris as he stands at the counter. The owner hands him his coffee, her eyes narrowed at him. You can’t see his face as his back is to you. He takes a step back, caught in the woman’s glare. Do they know each other?

He leaves without a glance at you. You let out a sigh of relief but quickly choke on it as you watch him through the window. He tosses the full cup into the dirt and stomps on. He wasn’t there for coffee.

🍏

You stand in the kitchens of the Odinson B&B. It’s the economic life force of Hammer Ford, owned by the old wealth that founded the township. You peer around in awe of the sparkling silver utensils hung from racks against the wall and pots and pans that dangle from hooks.

The hotel is lively once more with the noise of the gathering hordes. It’s a party, the cafe owner explained, and you’ll be heating up the food to serve. The low thrum has yet to reach a tantamount as you await your orders. You don’t do well with crowds, you only hope she doesn’t send you out there.

You stand quietly to the side as the cafe owner talks to Thor, the host of the get together. You’re not paying attention as your ears garble. When there’s too much going on, all sounds seem to blend together.

“Anyhoo,” he booms, “it is my party, I can’t be hiding by the ovens all night.”

Before you can react, he grabs your shoulders and kisses your cheek. You don’t react, terrified of the golden child of the first family of Hammer Ford. Katherine, another helper, sighs as she receives the same.

“He’s… loud,” you utter, trying to shake off the tinge of his touch.

“And so handsome,” Katherine babbles.

“Alright,” the cafe owner ignores your chagrin, “we have to get this plated. And trays in the oven.”

You’re eager and set to task. You need the distraction. You hadn’t been prepared for the chaos of the event and it’s only getting started. Music suddenly blasts from the other side of the wall and you steady your hands before you grab a tray from the cart.

“If you get your work done, you can go out there,” the owner says in exasperation as Katherine squees. You’ll be happy enough to stay back here.

#chris x reader #dark!chris #dark chris #destroyer!chris #destroyer #drabble #series #au #backwood au #the stranger

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skz317cb97 · 1 year

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Valentine's Don't

Part 2

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 8.1K

Synopsis: After your magical Valentine's date it seems as though Mr. Perfect ghosted you.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! I am sooooo sorry this took me so long. My ADHD has been kicking my ASS! I hope the fact that it's long makes up for it! If you enjoy reading give it a reblog, like, comment, hit me up in the ask box whatever I love talking to you guys. As per usual warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI, cussing/strong language, oral (m&f recieving), unprotected piv intercourse (please use condoms), rough sex (kind of), cream pie, cum play (a little), mc is turned on by the idea of him coming in her (if that's a warning?) I think that's it but if I ever miss anything please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings asap.

Just because you expected it didn’t make it hurt less. It had been two weeks since you’d gone on the most perfect Valentine’s date with Chris, and he hadn’t called or texted you. The voice in your head, the loud harsh one, started immediately and told you what you had feared all along, it was a pity date. The first few days when it would echo in your head you could drown it out with busy work or music. You told yourself to be patient it had only been a day or two or three. After the first week it got louder and by week two it was screaming and laughing at you.

During those two weeks there were plenty of times your finger had hovered over Chris’ number debating on calling or texting him first, but you couldn’t make yourself. You couldn’t be the one to call first, surely asking him out for Valentine’s seemed desperate enough, making the first call or text when he said he would, you just couldn’t do it. Finally, you came to the conclusion that he was just a nice guy that gave you exactly what you’d asked for, a nice date with a cute guy for Valentine’s Day. He hadn’t even been obligated to do that let alone follow up, but after kissing and exchanging numbers you’d had a little hope of seeing him again.

After two weeks of waiting and sulking your friend, who dragged you out the last time, talked you into drinks at the bar. You had agreed, not really thinking. Anything to get Chris and Valentine’s Day off your mind. You both frequented the bar often on weekends and karaoke nights. You’d gone there hundreds of times and not seen Chris, so the thought of possibly bumping into him there hadn’t even crossed your mind. You and your friend were a few drinks in talking about your work weeks when you noticed the band setting up to play. Your eyes scanned over the men hooking up instruments and then you saw Chris’ friend Changbin.

Just as a realization was sinking into your brain you caught sight of Chris helping them. He finished hooking up a sound board and stood, stretching, a flash of skin showing when his shirt lifted, you could see a peek of his abs and the prominent line of his adonis belt. Your friend noticed you looking and glanced over following your line of sight.

“Holy shit! That new guy with the band is fucking HOT!" Your friend exclaimed, causing you to jump in your seat and a few heads to turn, one of which was Chris. When he looked over in your direction your eyes met almost instantly. His went wide and you closed yours tightly, shaking your head as you spun in your barstool to leave. Your friend grabbed your arm to stop you

“Hey sorry didn’t mean to embarrass you...” You tried to tell her it wasn’t her fault, you tried to pull away but before you could there stood Chris in front of you. You looked down at the floor.

“Oh hello I’m...” Your friend attempted to greet him. Chris smiled, politely nodding and then turned to you as you still inspected the quality of the stitching on your boots.

“y/n... I am so SO...” Your friend was more than a little surprised to discover that you two knew each other. You turned to leave again. The last thing you needed was to hear a pitiful sorry to pair with the obvious charity date he’d taken you on. If Chris wasn’t desperately trying to catch up and apologize he’d be impressed by your ability to quickly cut through the crowd. Your friend was a few steps behind him trying to figure out just what the hell was going on. Chris finally got within arm's reach of you and gently grabbed your shoulder. You whipped around quickly and it caught him off guard.

“What Chris?!” He felt terrible, you were clearly very upset, rightfully so.

“Was it not enough getting me to open up and be vulnerable, kissing me and then ghosting me? We absolutely need to have this awkward interaction as well?” He was speechless for a moment.

“It’s fine Chris it was Valentine’s Day so, you know, I should have expected it, it’s always Valentine’s Day, isn’t it?” Chris’ heart ached hearing you say that. He stopped you speaking more forcefully when you tried to leave for the third time.

“Wait PLEASE just hear me out and if you want to leave and never speak to me again after I swear, I’ll leave you alone.” You crossed your arms in front of you.

“You have until the band starts and then I’m leaving.” He nodded in agreement.

“Deal!” He went to grab your hand to lead you to a table so you both could sit and talk but you pulled your hand away.

“Don’t.” He shook his head again. You and your friend both followed him over to the table where you and Chris slid into opposite sides of the booth. You turned to your friend.

“Will you give me just a minute? I’ll meet you to head out right after I’m done here.” She nodded and decided it was a good opportunity for her to get a fresh drink. She excused herself and headed back over by the bar to give you a little privacy but still keep an eye on you in case you needed her. The guy was cute but he’d obviously hurt you which put him on your friend’s shit list. Back at the booth you were a bit calmer but the tension could still be cut with a knife.

“y/n I’m so sorry.” You couldn’t look him in the eye, you watched your hands as you picked at your cuticles.

“From the bottom of my heart I was not trying to ghost you.” You scoffed and managed to glance at him and roll your eyes before looking back at your hands.

“Seriously! I swear I would never lead you on and then not call, I wouldn’t.”

“So then why didn’t you?” The odds of you liking this answer weren’t very good but you still wanted an explanation.

“The day after our date me and my mates in the band here went bungee jumping. I wasn’t thinking, my phone it was in my pocket and when the cord pulled at the end of my jump it went flying out into the river below.” You finally fully looked up at him with the most incredulous look on your face. Chris understood it sounded like bullshit but it was true.

“Really! You can ask any of the guys, I was so distraught right after I lost it, they were teasing me. Look.” He slid his phone across the table showing you that it was in fact a brand new phone from the one you had typed your number into on Valentine’s Day.

“I had to get a new phone; I usually update my contacts to the cloud but it had only been the day before so yours wasn’t saved yet. I swear I wanted to see you again, I want to see you again. I’ve been coming to the bar to help the guys set up almost every night they’re here hoping to bump into you. I thought it would be creepy if I showed up at your place, especially since you hadn’t called or text.” You nodded in understanding and looked down at your hands again. Chris took a chance; he reached out and covered your hands with his own. You looked up and he had a sad look on his face.

“Why didn’t you ever call?” He asked sincerely. You were upset he hadn’t called so you must have wanted to see him again, but if that was the case how come you had never called or texted him either. His new phone was the same number, but he’d never heard from you.

“I dunno. I didn’t want to seem clingy or any more desperate than I already did when I asked you out.” Chris’ brows creased.

“Desperate? No, no I thought the way you approached me was so confident. My first impression of you was you were so funny and...well...” He looked at his own hands as they held yours.

“sexy.” He said shyly.

“I’ve missed you making me laugh, I’ve missed hearing yours, and I'd be lying if I said I didn’t miss kissing you too.” He squeezed your hands gently and you finally held his gaze. He had the biggest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen.

“Please y/n, give me another chance?” He chewed at his bottom lip as he waited for your answer. You moved your hands out of his grasp and he frowned a little until he saw you grabbing his phone off the table and typing your number into it.

“If you lose this one skydiving that’s it.” Chris laughed and nodded, taking the phone back from you.

“I’m gonna head out with my friend. I’ll talk to you.” His smile beamed.

“You will. Promise!” You went and met your friend back over at the bar. You walked up by her and ordered a drink. She looked at you waiting. You really hoped she would just drop it and not ask questions but that was not in your friend’s nature to do. The bartender handed you your drink, you paid and quietly nodded thanking her.

“What in the fresh hell was all that about?” You sighed heavily, took a sip of your fresh drink and started at the beginning glancing over at Chris and his friends from time to time. Stealing looks at his profile, his strong jaw and nose, the dimples that appeared when he laughed with one of his buddies, his pouty lips that you had tasted.

“You bitch why didn’t you tell me!?” She smiled as she playfully smacked your shoulder.

“Because it was crazy and I didn’t think he’d actually show up.” She shook her head.

“Yea but he did and seems like he made quite an impression on you.” You took another sip of your drink and shrugged your shoulders. Even after his explanation, you didn’t expect much. You refused to get your hopes up just to have them dashed again.

“He also didn’t call me. I don’t know, I guess we’ll see.” You told your friend as you finished your drink.

“Let’s go home.” And see you did, because true to his word, Chris texted you the very next day. When you saw his name flash across your screen you couldn’t ignore your heart fluttering. He actually texted? You took a deep breath and opened the thread.

Chris- Hey 😊

You- Oh hey Chris

Chris- Do you have any dinner plans tonight?

You- Uh well no I don’t

Chris- I know a really good Vietnamese place, best pho ever! Would you maybe want to go with me and take a walk by the canal?

You still weren’t sure; you were hesitant to say yes. Your fingers hovered over your keyboard as you considered how to answer him. He had asked for a second chance and you had agreed, what was the point if you were only going to turn him down and not actually give him a second chance, especially when he was clearly trying.

You- okay what time?

Chris- I'll pick you up at 6:30?

You- see you then

Chris- can't wait 😊

As soon as plans were made butterflies decided to flock to your stomach. You hurried and got busy with some work around the house to occupy yourself so you didn’t panic the whole time. About an hour before Chris was supposed to be there you took a shower and got ready. You had decided since you were going on a walk after dinner to just wear jeans, a sweatshirt, and tennis shoes. It was nothing fancy, you didn’t even bother putting make-up on really, some mascara and lip balm, and left your air-dried hair down. You started second guessing your choice of clothes the closer and closer it got to time. When Chris finally knocked on your door you were relieved to see he was also wearing jeans and a hoodie, along with a baseball hat turned backwards that stray curls turned up around the edge of.

“Hey wow, you look great.” He smiled and leaned in kissing your cheek, gently grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

“Oh... thanks, I didn’t really do much.” Chris shook his head.

“You don’t need to, you’re beautiful.” You could feel your face burning and hoped Chris didn’t notice. You did what you always did when you were nervous.

“Thank you. You look like a sexy grim reaper.” Chris laughed.

“You think I’m sexy?” You pulled your door closed and turned around speechless.

“Uh well, I mean...” He leaned in and kissed your cheek again.

“I’m just teasing, come on let's get some food.” You let out a deep breath laughing and headed to the car. On the way to the restaurant, you couldn’t help but notice Chris was being very handsy. Not in an inappropriate or uncomfortable way just if he could have a hand on you, he did. On your back as you walked to the car, gently holding your arm as you got in, his hand through most of the drive sat comfortably on your knee.

Once you got to the restaurant you were seated quickly, you placed your orders then you and Chris both talked while you waited. He showed you the pictures on his friend’s Instagram of their bungee jumping adventure including one of him looking over the rail of the bridge. The caption below said ‘Chris ready to jump without the cord after losing his phone’ You laughed a little and then saw the top comments on the photo.

Chrispy97- I give a shit about the phone it was the number on it that was important!

HanjiQuokka- We know you lost your girlfriend’s number, you whined about it for an hour.

Darkbinnie- and every day since

Chrispy97- 1. Fuck you both I didn’t whine 2. You’d have been whining too if you had met her.

Your cheeks started to feel warm and Chris closed his phone quickly, his ears turning a bright shade of red when he realized you had seen his comments. Luckily for him your food was arriving at the table. A perfect distraction. It looked and smelled delicious. Sitting in front of you were two steaming hot bowls of noodles, fresh herbs, limes, bean sprouts, and a variety of sauces. You both started adding your choice of ingredients to your bowls and then just kind of started talking about your day as if it was the most normal thing, as if you did it every day. About halfway through your ginormous bowl of soup you tapped out.

“If I eat anymore I’m gonna have to be rolled out of here in a wagon.” You didn’t think there was anything you liked hearing more than Chris’ laugh. You especially liked it when his laugh made his dimples appear and his eyes scrunch up and the unexpected little squeak that he made every time.

“I’d have to agree, I think I’ve hit my limit. I’ll go pay and we’ll head down to the canal if you’re still up for it.” You shook your head, a walk after that meal was needed. If you got in his car right now, you’d fall into a coma.

“I’m just gonna run to the bathroom quickly.” He nodded.

“I’ll meet you out front.” Chris headed up to the register and you to the bathroom. You washed your hands and popped a mint in your mouth, then reapplied your lip balm and gave yourself a once over to make sure you weren’t wearing food in your teeth or on your clothes. After the all clear you headed out to meet Chris and headed down to the trail by the canal.

The sun had gone down while the two of you ate and it had turned into a pretty beautiful night. You could see lots of stars and the moon was bright. Your sweatshirt was the perfect choice since it had gotten just a little cooler outside. Chris had grabbed your hand and held it pretty early on into the walk, his fingers laced through yours and squeezed and he continued walking as if it were nothing. Chris told you a little about when he was a dancer, he talked about his family and dog, his job and why he chose it over dancing in the long run. You stuck to telling him surface level stuff at first but Chris was good at pulling your layers away, peeling the onion that was your walls built up for protection and you really started to open up a bit to him.

After your walk Chris drove you home. You both were sitting in his car in front of your place. You had talked through dinner and the walk and you still were chatting and laughing.

“You look really beautiful tonight.” Chris said out of the blue once both of your laughter had died down. You could feel yourself blushing. You shook your head at him.

“I’m just in a sweatshirt Chris, it’s really nothing special.” His hand came up and brushed the hair on your shoulder back as he looked into your eyes deeply.

“Your clothes have nothing to do with it at all. God look at those eyes...” He admired aloud and you were definitely flushed and flustered as he leaned in closer.

“And lips...” Chris closed the space between you and softly pressed his lips to yours. Your hands rested on his shoulders and slid up his neck until your fingers thread through the curls at his nape. You tilted your head and deepened the kiss as Chris cupped your cheek and nibbled at your bottom lip. You sighed and melted against him as his tongue teased and entered your mouth. You had never liked kissing someone as much as you liked kissing Chris. His lips were so soft, his kiss was slow and deep and made you a little lightheaded. You had been making out in his car for a good minute before you finally broke for a full breath of air, your foreheads pressed together as you both caught your breath. You wanted more.

“Um, do... uh... do you want to come inside?” You were surprised to hear it come from your own mouth and Chris looked to be equally surprised. His expression quickly morphed into one of endearment. His thumb softly grazed your cheek back and forth as he took a deep stabilizing breath.

“I would love that y/n I would, but I think we should wait.” He pushed some stray hair out of your eyes. Your face fell as well as your hands away from him and into your lap. You wrung your hands that were suddenly the only thing you were interested in looking at. You felt so stupid suggesting it, you’d only been on two dates, why did that come out of your mouth. The voice was back telling you way to blow it. Chris saw the look on your face and the immediate change in your mood, he quickly jumped into damage control.

“Hey believe me, I WANT to, okay? I really REALLY do but I also really like you and I want to give this a real chance, give us a real chance. Okay?” You swallowed the lump in your throat and shook your head.

“Come on I’ll walk you up.” When you got up to your door Chris pulled you close to him by your hips and made you look into his eyes.

“I’ll text you tomorrow, okay?” You shook your head and looked down again, still feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Okay Chris.” He tilted your chin up, leaned in, and kissed you but he could tell something was still off.

“I don’t like leaving you upset.” You shook your head.

“I’m not upset Chris...” He was going to interrupt but you stopped him.

“I’m not upset, I shouldn’t have suggested you coming in so soon and I’m just kind of... embarrassed.” Chris cringed.

“I’m sor...” Now you interrupted.

“Please don’t be sorry, you were the one thinking clearly. You want to take things slow and I agree we should. I understand and respect that so please don’t apologize for it.” Chris nodded and this time you leaned in and kissed him. It was soft, just plump lips pressed together.

“Goodnight Chris.” You whispered against his lips.

“Goodnight y/n.”

At around eight am the next day your text notification went off. You had never grabbed your phone so quickly. It was Chris, of course it was Chris, telling you good morning, hoping you had a good day. From that point on you and him text good morning and good night every day. Even if it was a super busy day and you didn’t get to talk, you both still texted your good morning and good night. You had been on a few more dates as well.

Texting and talking to Chris was effortless and you wondered how that was possible. When you were together you tried to listen but felt like all you did was stare at him he was so beautiful. He did have this uncanny ability to get you to open up though. Maybe because he seemed so genuine, he was never putting on a front or trying to be someone he wasn’t. He was just Chris, ex dancer, foodie, and all-around good human being. As you got to know all these things about Chris, and him about you, you both felt something surmounting.

The sexual tension between the two of you was building each time you saw each other. Lips and hands roamed the other, lingered longer. There was one heated make out session on your couch when you’d had a movie night. You were straddling Chris, his hands traveled up your shirt, you thought he was going to grab your breasts but they came to rest on your waist and his warm hands gently rubbed against your skin before trailing down. Two of his fingers toyed with the waist band of your pants, he gently ran them along the sensitive skin but they moved no further than that. Chris’ phone going off at full volume burst the little bubble the two of you were in that night.

This particular night Chris had made all the plans down to the dress he bought for you. A dress... not typically something you would wear, but he had asked you to humor him, so you did. The dress was the only thing you had any idea about, he left you in the dark with the rest of his plan. The dress was beautiful, made with a flowy soft fabric cut tea length. The top had capped sleeves and buttoned up the front with a scoop neck. Since it was so soft and modest you felt very comfortable in it even though it wasn’t your usual choice in attire. When Chris got there you saw that he was wearing a black short sleeved button up shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks, his signature curls a little more kempt than usual. His shirt unbuttoned one or two lower than normal giving you a good glimpse of the lines of his firm chest. Chris whistled and took your hand holding it up for you to do a little twirl.

“Damn baby girl. You’re stunning.” You did your twirl, your skirt twirling with you and gave him a curtsy when he complimented you.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You pulled the front of his shirt open and peeked down, Chris swatted you away laughing, his ears turning red.

“Hey hey hey.” You both laughed.

“I was just curious.” He side eyed you with a smirk.

“Come on we’re gonna be a little late.” You were about to ask just what you were going to be late to but before you could Chris’ hand was at your back ushering you to his car. It wasn’t long before you were pulling up to what looked like an abandoned building. Chris led you up a set of stairs, down a hall and then through a door into a brightly lit room. When your eyes got adjusted you realized you were in a dance studio with six other nicely dressed people. You stopped in your tracks making Chris stop too. Your eyes were big and you looked nervous.

You looked nervous because you were. Your Valentine’s date had been the one and only time you had ever really danced. There were only three other couples, it was a small group, small enough for everyone to see you mess up and look like and idi... before your internal monolog got going Chris turned to you.

“It’s okay, it’s nothing serious we’re just having fun. The steps don’t matter. Just follow me and feel the music, I’ll do the rest. Trust me okay? Do you trust me?” He squeezed your hand and you felt a little better, still nervous but able to function. You nodded.

“I trust you Chris.” He winked, making you crack a smile then led you over to the group. It turns out they were all friends of his from his dancing days which made you feel a little better and more nervous at the same time. You knew they would be nice but it didn’t mean you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of them. One of the girls who’s dress was far more risqué than yours came up by you and Chris alone smiling. Chris was already rolling his eyes.

“Heyyy Chris.” He waved half-heartedly.

“Hey Cher.” She looked at him and then at you and Chris let out a huff of breath.

“Cher this is y/n, y/n this is Cher, she’s...” She cut him off before he could finish the sentence.

“His ex.” Chris rolled his eyes again and you were suddenly feeling very intimidated. This girl was gorgeous, and she had danced with and kissed Chris too, probably more. You felt a little queasy. Chris looked over at you and you looked pale. He squeezed your hand.

“You okay?” You quickly snapped out of your tailspin of thoughts and shook your head. Chris walked you over away from the group to get some air. He said that you were just waiting for one more person to start, which confused you because that would make it an odd number of people, then Chris explained.

“It’s Minho he’ll be the... instructor for the night.” One of the other guys back in the group groaned.

“Oh god don’t let him hear you call him that, we’ll never hear the end of it and he’ll be Instructor Minho the rest of our lives.” Everyone laughed. Someone from behind the group spoke, halting the last of the chuckling.

“I will now and forever be known as Instructor Minho.” Everyone groaned as you rejoined the group and the same guy from before nudged Chris.

“Way to go Christopher.” Everyone laughed again and greeted the last member of the nights group.

“Alright everyone, get your partner and take your positions.” Chris grabbed your hand and led you to one side of the dance floor and you didn’t miss Cher’s eyes following your every movement. Chris held your hands facing you.

“Remember Valentine’s Day?” You shook your head and Chris put his hands on your hips. You followed his lead and put your hands on his shoulders just like you’d done when you were dancing on Valentine’s Day. Then Minho called out.

“Okay we’ll start with the waltz.” Chris grabbed one of your hands and threaded his fingers through as Minho walked over and pressed play on the radio. You were nervously looking around trying to spot Cher and see if she was still staring and then Chris pulled you closer.

“Step forward when I step back and back when I step forward, I’ve got you yea?” You smiled and nodded and the music started playing. You were a little stiff at first, but Chris just looked into your eyes and led you through the dance, twirling and spinning through the steps. The way your dress moved with the dance made it clear why Chris had chosen it. Before you knew it the song ended and Minho gave out his unrequested observations. He came to you and Chris last. Cher was already smirking. Minho looked at you and you braced yourself for the same scathing review he’d given the others but the sharpness of his features softened.

“You started a little stiff but once you loosened up, towards the end it wasn’t too bad.” You let out the breath you had been holding as if this were some audition. Minho turned to Chris and his cat like eyes narrowed again.

“Stick to your day job Christopher.” They all laughed except Cher this time and Minho walked back over to the radio. You did a couple more dances, each time Minho giving his expert opinion that no one really asked for and Cher staring through you and Chris. Then came the tango. Chris leaned in.

“There’s a bit more spinning in this one, just stay loose. I won’t let you trip or fall.” You shook your head and looked into his eyes.

“I know you won’t.” Chris smiled and kissed your cheek. Your face started burning as your eyes darted around to see if any of the others had seen that, if Cher had. They all seemed to be in their own bubbles though. The music started and Chris’ hips swayed with the rhythm, yours mimicking his. You took a few steps and Chris spun you out and then back in, his body pressed against yours. Suddenly you were nose to nose sharing the same air. Chris’ hand trailed down your arm and grasped your hand bringing it up to join the other on his shoulder, your fingers threaded together around his neck as his hips moved in tandem with yours. Every move you felt more of his firm body pressing against you, his hands gripping your hips firmly and you could feel yourself starting to overheat. The music ended with you out of breath but not just from the dancing.

“Alright alright enough of this stuffy formal shit, let’s have some fun!” Minho flipped a switch and half the lights went off. He pressed something else and different colored lights started spinning around the room, when he hit the button on the radio again some r&b song started playing. Chris pulled you off towards a corner away from everyone else for a little privacy. When he faced you he pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you. You rested yours on his shoulders, your fingers twirling pieces of his curls and you both just moved together no counting, no steps just your bodies pressed together swaying. One of Chris’ hands came up and cupped your cheek, then his lips were pressed to yours and you melted. No one else in that room mattered at that point not even Cher, kissing Chris was the only thing happening, the only thing that mattered.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night.” You smiled, your foreheads pressed together. Chris adjusted a bit somehow pulling you closer and his thigh was suddenly between your legs your skirt draped over his leg. Both his hands on your hips again guiding you to move against him. You clenched at the idea of riding that strong thigh and you wonder if he felt it. When the music finally stopped you were blushing, breathless, and a little sweaty. Minho’s voice cut through the silence and you both snapped out of it.

“Is there a bathroom I can use?” You whispered. You needed to splash a little water on your face and cool down a bit. Chris shook his head and showed you where the bathrooms were just outside of the doors you’d walked through, Cher watched intently. In the bathroom you ran the cold water and dabbed a damp paper towel across your face and neck. You felt better immediately, you were getting hot from dancing and the tension between you and Chris, which always lingered, was more prevalent than ever that night. You were willing to wait as long as he wanted but it was getting harder and harder to not touch him in every way and everywhere that you wanted.

You tossed the paper towel in the trash and headed out to meet back up with Chris. You pushed the door open, walked out into the dark hall and you were met by two people. As your eyes adjusted to the dark hall you realized it was two people kissing, one of the couples must have snuck out into the hall for a little privacy.

“Oh! Sor-” You went to excuse yourself and once you could see clearly you saw Chris and Cher standing there inches apart now facing you. Your eyes went wide and you couldn’t stop the whimper that left you.

“Sorry to interrupt.” You choked out. You bowed your head and walked off with tears welling in your eyes. Chris pushed Cher off of him.

“y/n wait!” He went to go after you and Cher stopped him.

“Sabotaging my relationship isn’t going to make me get back together with you so get over it already Cher. Fuck!” Chris turned and started after you. You burst out the front door onto the street and took a deep breath of the cool night air. Tears were still streaming down your face as you looked around. That’s when you remembered Chris had driven you there and you had no idea where to go. Chris came rushing out the door just a minute or two after you. He was relieved when he found you.

“Oh thank go-” You backed away from him and he stopped. When he saw your face tear streaked, your eyes puffy and red his heart broke.

“y/n...I swear that wasn’t what you think.” You turned to walk away and Chris ran and blocked you.

“Please listen! I didn’t even know she was going to be here tonight.” You turned and started walking in the opposite direction.

“Well, whether you knew or not, clearly you have unfinished business so...” Chris ran around and blocked you again gently gripping your shoulders this time.

“She might, I don’t. The day I found out she was cheating on me I was done. She’s hoping for something that died a long time ago.” You looked at him with tears in your eyes and he continued.

“y/n you’re who I want. I was waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. Cher came out of the studio and when you walked out she threw herself on me and kissed me. I’m so sorry I never meant for any of this to happen I just wanted to plan a special date because you deserve our first night to be special.”

“Our first what?” You asked.

“I planned all of this with the hope of us spending the night together and now it’s ruined, she ruined everything.” You stood there speechless and Chris sighed.

“Come on I’ll take you home.” He walked towards his car and opened the passenger door for you. You walked over and stood in front of him.

“We don’t have to let her ruin it if we don’t want to.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him. Chris was caught off guard at first but quickly deepened the kiss. He held you and kissed you with so much passion it took your breath away. His tongue invaded your mouth and he pulled you closer, his hands roaming down your body stopping on your ass. Chris squeezed and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you. He started kissing down your jaw and neck and you thread your fingers through his hair tilting your head back as he ravaged you. He finally forced himself to remove his lips from your skin, both of you panting and blushing, you chewing at your bottom lip.

“We need to get out of here before I... well... just... we should go.” Chris helped you into the car. You giggled at him as he then ran around and got in, taking off towards your house post haste. When you got home Chris walked you up to your door. You unlocked and opened it, then turned to Chris. The car ride had been filled with comfortable silence and the radio was softly playing, underneath the both of you were buzzing with anticipation though. Now you stood in front of each other in that same silence, that same tension until Chris finally broke it.

“Look I just wanna say, about Che-” He started but you kissed him cutting off what he was saying.

“You don’t have to explain. Forget her.” You kissed him again.

“Forget who...” He joked and you laughed. Chris held your face, his palms rested against your cheeks, his thumbs gently grazing your skin. Then he kissed you and backed you through your open doorway, hungrier than he’d ever kissed you before, his hands running down your body. He closed your front door by turning and pushing you against it. He was rough but gentle at the same time somehow. He lifted you and your legs wrapped around Chris’ midsection, his hands firmly gripping the back of your thighs under your bunched up skirt, holding you up as his lips left a wet trail down your neck and chest.

“God you’re so beautiful,” He whispered against your skin, his lips unwilling to part from your body.

“So beautiful.” His lips were on yours again devouring you little by little. You ran your fingers through his curls and gently tugged earning a low growl deep from his chest.

“Fuck Chris if you keep making noises like that you’re gonna end me.” He laughed and his warm breath spread across your skin. He started unbuttoning the top of your dress as he sucked a mark under your ear.

“Is this okay, tell me if I’m moving too fast...” You stopped him. He stood there wrapped in your legs, dress half open, hickey getting darker on your neck by the minute. You ran your hands down his chest, grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying across your foyer. You pulled his sleeves down and tossed his shirt aside. When you got a glimpse of his firm body unobstructed your mouth practically watered for him. You only had one request.

“Don’t stop.” Chris kissed you again as he unfastened the rest of your buttons exposing the pretty lace bra you had on underneath. The top of your breasts were spilling out of the cups. Chris pressed you more firmly against the door with his hips, his hard on pressing against your throbbing center. His hands gripped your breasts over your bra squeezing them before pulling the cups down and exposing your hard nipples. His mouth was wrapped around one and you gripped his curls with both hands as your head tilted back against the door. His mouth felt amazing, he only let go of the one nipple to suck on the other.

“Chris mmmplease...” He looked up at you, his eyes were dark and lust blown, you’d never seen him so ravenous.

“Please what baby girl, tell me what you want.” You pecked his lips softly and looked at him with big wanting eyes.

“Take me to bed Chris.” His heart swelled and he kissed you, his lips gentle, not rushed in the slightest anymore. He turned and headed towards the hall to your room, carrying you with your legs still locked around his torso. Once you were by your bed Chris put you down and as soon as your toes hit the ground you immediately pulled the shoulders of your dress down and let it pool around your feet. You stood in front of Chris in cute matching lace panties and bra. His mouth dropped and he could feel his cock straining against his briefs.

“Holy shit.” You, in a sudden burst of bold energy, reached for Chris’ fly and started to unbutton his pants. The way the lines of his firm muscles trailed into those pants made you eager to get them off and see just what they led to. When Chris’ fly was open you leaned in and kissed him as you slid your hand inside his pants and felt his length over his underwear. You gave him a gentle squeeze and felt him twitch in your hand as he groaned.

“Fuck that feels good...” You hummed and started stroking him over the fabric.

“Chris?” He made himself open his eyes and look at you while you still rubbed his cock.

“Can I suck you off?” He was surprised by your request.

“You want to?” You gave him a small nod.

“I do, I want to taste you Chris, want to make you feel good.” He got a little lightheaded just thinking about your sweet lips wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck okay baby girl yea, if you want to.” You got down on your knees in front of him and pulled down his pants and briefs. When his erection sprung free from its confines he grabbed it and started stroking with one hand and gently rested his other in your hair. You licked your lips to wet them and then they were on Chris’ cock and he thought he may actually malfunction. He gently gripped your hair as you took more of him into your mouth.

“Yes, so good, just a little more.” The tip of Chris’ dick hit the back of your throat and you gagged pulling off, a little string of spit following. You stroked his cock as you looked up at him.

“It’s so big! Mmm...” You took him into your mouth again and started bobbing up and down, your tongue flat pressing on the bottom of his cock. Every time the tip rubbed against your tongue he shuttered. Chris gathered your hair into a ponytail to keep it out of your face, he had to watch you as his dick disappeared into your mouth over and over while you sucked and hummed in satisfaction. He groaned.

“It feels so fucking good baby, does it taste good?” You looked up at him nodding and humming as you continued sucking and Chris honest to god thought he was going to cum.

“You’re so pretty when you look up at me like that baby girl.” He gently ran the back of his hand down your cheek as you continued looking into his eyes while you went down on him.

“So pretty. Come here beautiful.” Chris pulled you up and kissed you. His hands made quick work of your bra and panties, and he laid you back on your bed. He ran his hands up your thighs and spread your legs apart. He looked up at you and raised one of his perfectly arched eyebrows at you silently asking permission which you granted in the form of a small nod. That was all Chris needed and his face was buried between your legs eager to repay you the pleasure you had just been giving him.

“Oh my god! Chris!” He had you going zero to a hundred really quick. You clamped your thighs around his head but that only egged him on. The way he just knew where to lick what to suck when to hum, he knew what he was doing.

“Chris... I’m... FUck...” You gripped his curls and tried not to pull too hard as you came on his tongue. Waves of pleasure lapping at you as Chris did. Chris crawled up and caged you in is arms. He nuzzled against your cheek and then softly kissed it.

“You’re even prettier when you cum baby girl.” You finally were able to open your eyes and look up at him. His eyes almost sparkled as he looked down at you and it made your heart swell. You kissed him soft and sweet and he smiled as you pushed him to sit back against your headboard. You climbed in his lap and his hands instantly found your ass and squeezed.

“You’re gonna ride it?” You bit your lip and nodded. Chris squeezed your ass again pulling you forward so your pussy grazed across his cock and he could feel how soaked you were for him. Then you lined him up with your entrance and slowly started sitting on Chris’ cock. When he was buried deep inside you there was a collective gasp from the both of you.

“S-so so bii-big, feels s-so good.” Chris got himself together so that he could speak again.

“It’s big baby girl? You take it so well.” You rolled your hips feeling him rub deep inside you.

“Fuck! Do that again oh my god!” Chris moaned out and you rolled your hips again, you could feel your clit rubbing against him and Chris groaned out again. The sounds he made were so pretty, like music to your ears you rolled them again and this time Chris growled and sat up wrapping an arm around you, pushing you all the way down on his cock roughly and kissed you.

“You trying to make me cum inside you? Is that what you want baby girl?” You shook your head no but the look on your face said otherwise. You did, you wanted to feel his warmth all over in everyway. You wanted him to cum deep inside you. He wrapped your legs around him and laid you back on the bed again still buried deep inside you.

“I’ll give you my cum if you want it but there’s one thing you need to know.” He leaned down and kissed you as he gave you a deep thrust making you moan out.

“Whaaat...” He kissed you again and then whispered against your lips.

“Once I fill you up, you’re mine.” You clenched around his cock when he said that. Chris sat up and grabbed a hold of your hips for leverage. He looked down at you panting and blushing underneath him. He thrust in and out a couple of times testing the waters so to speak and then his pace quickened and he pushed harder, deeper. He licked two fingers and played with your clit as he fucked you raw.

“Chris’ it’s so big god feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” He leaned down, caging you in his arms and did just that.

“Good girl yes, fuck so pretty, taking my cock so well, you want it hard I’ll give it to you hard baby girl.” He started to rail you, your legs wrapped around him rocking into him at his rhythm, taking him whole, taking him hard.

“Let go baby let go for me.” His panting whisper of a plea in your ear sent you teetering into your second orgasm of the night and while the other was like waves this was a tsunami. It took you out entirely. All you could do was hold onto Chris solid body, wrapped around him as he continued fucking you harder chasing his own release.

“You gonna let me fill you up baby girl? Fu-fuck you’re gonna take my cum yea?” You moaned out his name still riding the high of your orgasm.

“Chris!! Fuck yes give it to me, I’m yours fuck it deep want all of you inside me.” Chris sat up and pulled his hips flush with yours burying himself to the hilt, holding you down on his cock as he came deep inside you.

“Fuck! Oh god fuck I’m coming baby.” You were coming down finally and started squirming a little still trying to find some friction.

“Aht aht baby girl be good and hold still while I give it to you.” Chris thrusted deeper as his seed got pushed further inside you. When he was spent he fell over next to you on the bed gasping for air and laughing a little, giddy from the head buzz from his orgasm. You reached over and stroked the head of his cock making him twitch from overstimulation. A bead of cum leaked from his tip and you leaned down licking it off. Chris’ whole body shuddered. He looked at you eyes slightly narrowed playfully. You ran your fingers through your slit and rubbed the cum leaking from you against your clit and then sucked your fingers.

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