he had smirked down at you before he reached for his phone. “yeah?” he breathed, pressing record and panning it to catch your blissed out face. “smile for the camera then baby.”

neither of you knew chris was still awake—his ear pressed against his wall to hear the faint sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans as matt fucked you.

but when he heard that you wanted to be recorded—he couldn’t help but groan to himself, knowing that soon there would be a video of you sitting in his brothers phone. he could already picture the way you would look, his cock stirring in his pants at the thought.

god how he wanted to get his hands on you so bad—but he never let himself get too close to you.

chris could hear the way your moans became high pitched, his hand wandering down and palming himself through his boxers without thinking. he could hear matt’s voice too, the way he talked so filthy to you—it had you whining and cumming around his cock second later and chris knew that.

when he pulled his ear away from the wall—his face flushed and breathing ragged, his cock hard and aching for relief—he knew he had to get his hands on that video.

-

it took a couple of days—days of being patient and waiting for matt to leave his phone laying around while he went off to do something else. chris was growing more impatient by the second—he needed to get his hands on that video—even if it meant stealing his own brothers phone to get it.

he was sitting on the couch in the living room, scrolling through his social medias as he lounged—but it wasn’t long before matt came wandering downstairs to grab something from the fridge and sparking up a quick and small container with him.

“chris,” he started off to get his attention, taking a sip from the bottle of water he grabbed. chris turned his head, giving matt a small nod and hummed in response. matt gave one back, setting his drink down—along with his phone. “you gonna be showering at all soon?” matt asked, and chris shook his head. “nah, i took one this morning.”

matt replied with a quick ‘okay’ and mentioned how he was getting ready to hop in before he turned away and walked back upstairs.

he had left his phone.

chris was practically buzzing with excitement and need—waiting for the moment he could hear the water running before he took his chance.

and when that moment came? he was off the couch in seconds.

he walked into the kitchen, his hand coming out to grab at matt’s phone once he reached the counter. he couldn’t be any more thankful about the fact that they look the same than he is right now—quickly maneuvering his hair to match his brothers as close as he could before he lifted the screen to his face.

the device unlocking.

he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his fingers already swiping and searching for the camera roll to find the video that was recorded just a few days prior.

it took a minute. matt had buried it so good within the folders to make sure no one would ever find it or see it. but when chris did see it? he was fucking mesmerized. 

you were naked and on your back—your thighs spread wide as matt held the camera between your bodies. your eyes were glassy, lips parted, chest rising and falling so fast it looked like you might cry. and chris clicked play—making sure the volume was low enough that no one would hear.

you were begging for matt, your voice breathy and whiny and—fuck—he remembers when you said this. “please, matt… please fuck me—fuck, harder.” the camera caught everything. the way matt’s cock slid in and out of you slow at first, then rougher. the way your hands gripped the sheets.

the angle of the camera caught the bounce of your tits, the flush of your chest, and the absolute mess between your thighs.

“smile for the camera, baby. thaaat’s it… let ‘em see what you look like getting fucked stupid.” matt’s voice in the recording had said—and that’s when you came—that’s the moment when chris’ ear was pressed so far against the wall to hear you , knowing you looked pretty when you were cumming.

and you did—fuck he almost came right then and there.

when the video ended, he was breathing hard and he wasted no more time. he quickly moved the video around to the main folder—exiting out to open matt’s messages—his eyes landed on your contact for a moment, his curiosity peaking. but he decided to save that for another day.

instead he opened the contact with his name on it, opening up the option to send videos and pictures and clicked the sex tape—and pressing send. he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, hand reaching down to fish it out and opening the message.

he saved it quickly to his camera roll and then went back to matt’s phone, deleting it from the chat like it was never there before he went back to matt’s camera roll and moved the video back to the hidden folder he had it in.

and just in time too.

chris could hear the bathroom door upstairs open, the creak of it loud enough to startle him. he cursed under his breath, closing out of everything once he made sure it was right and setting matt’s phone back down.

by the time matt came back downstairs—chris was back on the couch, his hoodie pulled over his head, and a pillow hugged against his lap as he scrolled on his phone like nothing had happened.

but later that night? chris stayed up late.

his phone in his hand as the other was shoved down his pants—gripping his cock.

he was watching you.

rewinding and slowing down the part where you begged—imagining it was him making you sound like that instead.

one day, in the middle of summer before junior year, you were chilling in your room after a long day at the pool with your friends. you were sunburnt, tired, but happy nonetheless. you hear the doorbell ring, and then you remember.

chris and your brother had plans to hang out today.

you shoot up from your bed and run downstairs to the entry way. you forcefully grab into the door handle, swing it open, and you’re met with chris’s handsome face. he smiles and takes a step in.

“hey, y/nnnn..” he says in the silly little sing songy voice that makes you want to melt. you giggle nervously and take a step back so he can actually walk in the house. he looks you up and down, his gaze traveling all over your body shamelessly.

oh. you don’t remember him looking at you like that.

“um… hey, chris…” you manage to squeak out nervously and give him a smile, acting like the way he looked at you didn’t make you feel like you were practically naked. he grins and tilts his head and takes a step closer. the energy between you to was way different. he hadn’t made a lighthearted jab about how messy your chlorine dipped hair was, or how you were obviously wearing one of your brothers shirts, or anything. he was looking at you like he… wanted you, or something…

“you didn’t tell me you’ve gotten so pretty.” he says bluntly, but with a teasing hint to his voice that makes you almost collapse. he sighs, slipping off his shoes and carelessly throwing them into the closet. he flashes you another one of those oh-so-attractive grins, looking you up and down again like some kind of meal before walking upstairs to your brothers room.

holy fuck.

the rest of the evening, you were in a daze. did you finally get what you wanted? what you wanted being, well, obviously, chris’s attention? you were sure of it. who looks at someone like that in an innocent way?

that night, after getting ready for bed, you stare at the tv mindlessly. you were supposed to be just watching some TV while you were drifting off to sleep, but you couldn’t shake the way chris’s gaze made you feel. it made your chest and lower stomach tighten, it made your face red, it made you brainless.

just when you were starting to calm down, you hear a knock at your door. you assume it’s your mom telling you goodnight, so you let out a soft “it’s open!” and keep your eyes glued on the tv. you hear the door click open and creak as someone steps in, and you look over, and sit up.

chris.

“heyyyy, pretty girl.” he coos and sighs as his hands that you’ve stared at for a little too long close the door behind him, looking at you for a long, agonizing second before locking it as well. “watchu doin’ in here?”

“oh… i’m uh, just watching tv.” you let out breathlessly, and he kisses his teeth and nods. “um- why are you in here?” you cautiously ask, and he shrugs and walks over to your bed, sitting down at the edge, looking you up and down again. he couldn’t help it.

“ohh, y’know… your brother’s already asleep, i’m obviously not, your light was on, and so i just figured i should come check up on my favorite girl.” he grins, and you feel your cheeks burn. favorite girl..?

“really…?”

“mhm.” he hums softly, looking you up and down again, his gaze slowly traveling over your body, before making his way back to your face.

“why do you keep doing that?” you meekly ask, and chris giggles and raises one of his eyebrows at you.

“doing what, baby?”

“i dunno- you’re just… you keep lookin’ at me all weird…” you mumble, nervously running your fingers through your hair that was still damp from your shower. he grins and leans forward towards you, making you feel like you’re dizzy.

“lookin’ atcha weird? haha..” he lets out a little giggle, tilting his head. “can i not think you’re pretty, sweetheart?” he mutters teasingly, and you try to take a deep breath, and you stare at him in the eyes, because looking at anything else about him would make you fold. “i’ve always thought you were pretty, but like, in a cute way, but lately..? damn…” he sighs out, and he moves so he’s sitting next to you in your bed. “so watcha watchin, baby?”

you stare at him with wide eyes for a second before you look back at the tv. “oh.. just um.. to all the boys i’ve loved before.” you shrug, looking over at him, a grin on his handsome face, his lean but conspicuously strong arms that were exposed from his tank top crossed over his chest, sitting in your bed. sitting in your bed.

“ooh, what a cute movie name.” he giggles and leans back against the headboard and crosses his ankles, clearly making himself comfortable. you cross your legs too, but for a different reason. “so.. you gonna tell me why you’re so pretty now?” he teases, his tone playful, but it’s obvious he was serious as well. you gulp, looking back at the tv; you try your best to avoid eye contact, even looking at him, for that matter. it made you nervous. or whatever the name of the feeling was that made you wanna jump onto him.

“um… i dunno… i- i mean, i’ve always looked like this.” you mumble, and you feel his hand on your thigh. you try your best to fight back a pathetic whine and you look over at him.

“i mean i guess, but uh… baby, we both know that you’ve gotten like, super hot.” he laughs a little, leaning closer. “as much as i try to like, not think about it, i just… i can’t help it, sweetheart.” he mumbles, looking down at your lips. you nervously look away, biting your nails. chris scoffs, grabbing your jaw and forcefully but gently pulling your face back to where you’re looking him in the eyes. he smirks slowly and pulls your face closer and tilts his head. “nuh uh, baby.. don’t do that… i wanna see your pretty face when i kiss ya.” he says softly, before leaning in and passionately crashing his lips against yours.

you let out a soft whimper and move your hands to his hair. this was everything you’ve ever wanted. his slender fingers dig into your skin as he grabs your waist and pulls you up against him, moving one of his knees in between your legs as his lips move against yours in a way you thought you’d only feel in your dreams.

he rolls over on top of you and moves his hands under your shirt; his fingers run over your torso, leaving a tingly feeling in their path. you whine against his mouth, and he grins and pulls away. “damn, baby, you’re already so desperate and i’ve barely even touched you…” he giggles to himself, starting to leave kisses and little hickeys down your neck.

you were overwhelmed, but in the best way possible. you let out soft moans and tighten your hands in his hair when he kisses the all the right places, and you feel his hands move to the waistband of your shorts. “mm…” he hums and pulls away for a quick second. “is this okay, sweetheart?” he says softly and you nod eagerly.

“ye- fuck- yeah, it’s okay-“ your words fall out of your mouth, and he wraps an arm around your waist and holds you against him.

“yeahhh… i knew you’d be okay with it…” he mumbles against your neck and slips a hand underneath your sleep shorts. he gasps with faux shock and giggles against your neck, the vibrations making you moan softly. “oh, babyyyy.. you didn’t wear any panties?? oh, you knew this was happening, didn’t you?” he says in a low, teasing voice and kisses your jawline and you let out a sigh, not even being able to respond.

you gasp softly when his middle finger makes contact with your clit, and he pulls away and looks at you as he slowly starts moving it. “mm.. yeah, feels good doesn’t it, sweetheart?” he coos softly and adds his ring finger. you nod and whimper as he leans up to kiss you so your moans are muffled. he pulls away for a quick second and whispers “don’t want anyone to hear me makin’ y’feel good, now do you?” you moan softly as you shake your head. he grins, his long fingers easing into you and he gasps softly at the feeling.

“fuckkkk… shit- you’re so wet… you were waiting for this huh?” he coos softly and you nod sheepishly, one of your hands flying up to your mouth to muffle your moans. his fingers move at a quick pace, curling and moving in and out of you at a pace that makes you squirm; your hips bucking up with every movement.

it doesn’t take you long to reach your climax, your supposed to be loud curses and moans of his name muffled by the palm of your hand. he pulls his fingers out of your pussy and brings them up to his mouth and licks them clean. the sight making you desperate all over again. he grins, his pupils blown wide before he yanks off your shorts and moves down so his face is in between your thighs.

he kisses your thighs softly, looking up at you in the same way that got you into this situation. you whine softly as his arms hook under your thighs and rests them on his shoulders. this didn’t feel real. you were convinced you’d wake up from this and he’d be down the hall instead of between your thighs.

but you were snapped back to your senses when his lips make contact with your clit, and you gasp softly and cover your mouth again. he starts sloppily licking you, like he was desperate. like you were the first meal he’s had in weeks. it felt so good; all you could do was sit there and whimper and mewl behind your hand pathetically.

you arch your back off the bed, your other hand moving to his brown locks and pulling at it. he moans against you, his tongue going faster and more desperate against your pussy. you were on the edge again, and at this rate, you felt like he wasn’t anywhere near being done.

you reach your climax again, and chris pulls away and quickly starts untying the drawstring to his sweatpants. “needa fuck you now, princess- shit-“ he chuckles breathlessly, pulling down his sweatpants and his boxers. “this okay, baby..?” he asks softly, and you nod eagerly. you could barely respond. you just whimper as you watch him spread your thighs apart wider for him. he slowly eases his dick into you, burying his face in your neck and letting out a muffled moan.

he slowly starts moving, and you gasp softly. holy shit. you felt amazing. and it’s clear he did too, the way he was hovering over you. his eyebrows were pinched together, his jaw was slack, his eyes were shut, and his cheeks were flushed. “holy shit, baby, you feel so fucking good-“ he whispers, increasing his pace slightly. you moan softly and one of the hands that was holding himself up moves to cover your mouth.

it was so hot.

“shh, baby… be quiet, mkay?” he coos softly and then bites his lip so he doesn’t moan again, your legs and arms wrapping around him making it feel a little too real for him. “mmmghh… shiiit, babyy… already makin’ me close-“ he groans, and you moan softly in response and grab at his hair.

after a while of him rolling his hips into you, making you see stars, you finally cum again, which makes him moan and pull out and release on your stomach. he sighs and grabs a shirt off the side of your bed and wipes it off, and he sighs and collapses on top of you.

he props himself up on his elbows, looking down at you and smiling softly as he pants.

“mm.. you’re so pretty, baby…”

a/n: AUAGGHHHHHHGG this took me a million years but FUCCCKXKKKKKKKKKKKKLL lmk if yall liked this and if i should make this a series………. i kinda hate thisissss but okatyy…

matt was naked, while you simply had your panties and jeans discarded on the floor. matt’s hips slap into your bare ass from behind, the lewd sound filling up the entire room. he’d pulled you into the back room the second you tied the last ribbon, ignoring the customers still chatting just outside the door. you can hear the customers’ voices drifting in, but the risk only makes your pulse race harder. you’d hoped to God nobody was hearing this.

“such a good girl, takin’ my cock so well, hm? hope nobody hears you,” matt mocks, fingers digging into your hips bruisingly. usually, he was an absolute sweetheart to you, despite his cold, dangerous shell. but during sex, he was a whole different person. he knew how you wanted to be spoken to. how you wanted to be fucked. how you wanted to be treated overall. and you loved that.

your walls clamp down on his dick, eliciting a low groan from him. “matt—“ you gasp as he hits a deep spot inside you, so deep it had never been reached by anyone before him. so deep you weren’t even aware it could feel so, so good. he chuckles darkly, slamming into you even harder, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with a sickeningly sweet pressure.

“yeah, baby? y’like bein’ a little slut for me?” he rasps. you lift your head from the table, nodding frantically with a whimper as tears drip down your cherry-red cheeks. his large, veiny hand snakes it’s way around your hip, his flesh shockingly cold against yours as he trails it down to your tummy. he holds his palm flat on your lower belly, applying a delicious pressure against it. “say it.”

“yes—yes, i—mmph!” you’re cut off by your own pathetic moan, walls tightening around his length once again, earning a shaky chuckle from matt. he trails his hand down from your tummy to your clit, rubbing small, teasing circles right on it. your legs begin to tremble beneath you, now relying completely on matt’s single-handed grip on your hip and the table you’re folded over. your body’s in a state of pure bliss, hardly able to keep up with the intensity of his harsh thrusts. “r-right there—fuck—right there, matt!” you cry.

“mm, right there, baby?” matt removes his hand from your clit, placing it back on your hip. you whine at the loss of stimulation, but he quickly makes up for it when he lifts your hips slightly, earning a new angle for his cock to hit all the good spots inside you. he’s hitting your sweet spot dead-on now, and high-pitched, squeal-like moans flow out of your mouth, your body starting to tremble in his grip.

your ass stings, flushed red, as his hips slam into you again and again, his quick pace starting to affect you further. you note that familiar hot feeling pooling up in your lower belly and you know you could snap at any given moment with the way he’s fucking you.

“bet you feel so, so good, sweetheart, hm?” matt coos, his voice shaky with pleasure as you clamp down on his length once again, symbolizing how close you are. a string of desperate whines leave your swollen, parted lips, eyes hazily fluttering shut. “matt—i—please!” you babble, the string in your belly fraying, violently threatening to snap. your tied hands squirm behind your back, muscles tensing as the pleasure builds higher and higher.

“you wanna cum, sweet girl?” matt purrs teasingly. he leans over your body, connecting his chest with your back, his lips resting right next to your ear. you feel his labored breathing beside your ear, trailing down the side of your neck, sending goosebumps to pop up all over your body, despite your high temperature. the harshness of his thrusts have you seeing stars.

his arms rise from your hips, up to your waist, wrapping around it and caging you between them.

you nod fervently, needily. matt growls, the tip of his tongue ghosting over the shell of your ear, “words, baby,” you whimper, not sure if you were even capable of forming coherent words. “yes—please—yesyesyesyes!” you plea, squeezing his cock between your slick walls harder than any time before, sending a shiver down matt’s spine as his loud, hazy groan plays into your ear.

“good fuckin’ girl…cum on my cock, baby. know you can.” matt assures, tightening his grip on you as he nears his own climax. your orgasm hits you first, a white-hot bliss flashing over you as you writhe between him and the table, a string of high-pitched moans falling from your lips. as matt feels your creamy release coating his cock, his hips stutter, his own high crashing into him like a tidal wave, his seed painting your walls warmly white, mingling with your own release.

he pants into your ear, not daring to detach himself from you just yet. “fuck, you’re so perfect, baby.” he mutters, his breathing ragged and uneven. your lips softly curl up into a hazy, proud smile at his words, eyes fluttering shut. “for you only…” you mumble, clearly absolutely spent.

whis arms tighten around your waist, like he’s scared you’ll slip away if he lets go. his lips brush against your temple, pressing a quiet kiss into your skin. “mine,” he whispers, barely audible over the sound of both your breathing. you hum, blissed out and content, your fingers twitching behind your back as the ribbon digs into your skin—still tied, still his. outside, the faint chime of the shop door opening goes ignored. you’re too lost in him to care.

author’s note. . . hi! first actual fic for matt and petal…hm…not sure how i feel about this it’s really short, NOT PROOFREAD and nonsensical but whatever! IM GOING TO SLEEP NOW CAUSE ITS ALMOST 1AM AND MY PERMIT TEST IS AT 8:30AM GOOODNIIIIGHT!

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you were so needy—practically coming to matt and climbing onto his lap a while ago, begging for him to touch you. to just do something. and so he had you strip, told you to rub your needy cunt against his leg if you needed something that badly.

“doing so good for me sweetheart.” he whispers into your hair, his lips brushing against your temple. “look at you, baby…so so beautiful like this hm?” you whimper and tuck your face against his neck even more than before at his words, feeling the way you pulsed and clenched around nothing at all.

every slow drag of your soaked pussy over his thigh has you gasping—because god, it feels so good. the pressure and the way he flexes his leg just a little to help you ride it right.

you were already close to cumming, feeling your skin prick with heat all over—your stomach beginning to tighten. “you needed this, huh?” he murmurs, moving his face down to press into your own neck, littering wet kisses. “you were so worked up, couldn’t sit still. just needed my help, didn’t you? needy needy girl.”

and you nod, your breathing becoming ragged, hips starting to speed up and grind down desperately against his thigh now. you were desperate to chase your high—you couldn’t even speak, your hands just holding onto him, thighs starting to tremble and burn.

matt let out a soft groan, his thumb rubs slow circles into your skin as he kisses your neck once more, moving up to place his lips right by your ear. “y’such a good girl. makin’ a mess all over me like this. fuck baby.”

you could feel his thigh tense beneath you again, his legs slowly starting to bounce and the friction made you moan, your fingers clutching his hoodie. “matt i’m gonna—please—i can’t—“ you whined, but your words were cut off by his own.

“you can, baby.” he whispered, warm breath curling against your ear. “c’mon, make a mess all over my thigh hm? doin’ so so good.” his hands then gripped your hips a little tighter, holding you tighter as you rutted against him.

your motions were turning messy now—rhythm starting to stutter, and your sounds falling out of you with no control.

“juuust like that sweetheart.” he breathed. “keep goin’ baby—makin’ yourself come just from my thigh, yeah? you know how pretty you look right now?” his teeth then nipped at your ear before he pulled away, letting his head tip back and watch the way your body moved.

you couldn’t answer him—couldn’t do anything but grind down against him as the band in your belly snapped, your back arching, pushing your chest into his more as your orgasm rushed through you.

your body jerked from the shock, your clit catching on the damp fabric just right, and you cried out—teeth clamping down against his shoulder as you came. your legs were trembling uncontrollably, slick absolutely soaking the gray cotton of his sweats.

your hips were still twitching even after you stopped. you were spent—your breathing was hard now, chest heaving as your just clung to matt, body going limp in his hold. matt’s hands had left your hips at some point—you weren’t sure when—now stroking your back and his lips pressing kisses to your forehead.

“you did so good baby.” he hums. “want me to clean you up? or you wanna do it again?”

The next morning, you woke up to the sun pouring into your window through your sheer curtains, Chris' arms were still wrapped around you as he softly snored beside you. Your head felt fuzzy from the weed the night before, and you had this groggy feeling that would take all morning to shake.

You heard a shuffling downstairs and sat up quickly, causing Chris to stir beside you. "Chris! I think our parents are home!" You hoarsely whispered, pulling the blanket off of you in a swift motion and staring wide-eyed at your door, ready for one or both of them to burst through any minute.

Your heart hammered away, ready for them to reprimand the two of you, first for the state of the house - and then for being in bed together.

"Don't worry. I told some buddies I'd give 'em free weed if they helped clean up from the party," he grumbled in a tired voice, completely unbothered.

You took a deep breath, the panicked feeling dwindling away and your heart returning to a normal rate, but you still felt a bit of unease. What would keep his friends from coming up and walking in on the two of you?

You'd just die if anyone you knew found out you were sleeping with your stepbrother.

"I told them a girl stayed over. They won't be bothering us at all," Chris told you as if reading your mind. He flashed you a smile before he yawned, stretching his arms overhead.

Your gaze met his for a moment after his perfect blue eyes fluttered open, but he glanced away almost immediately, worried you'd be able to see how soft he'd gotten for you.

You admired his full, pink lips, his disheveled hair, and the bit of stubble that was coming in on his face after a few days of not shaving. That's when a diabolical idea popped into your head.

"You know, you're still an asshole for throwing a party," you huffed, throwing your legs over the side of your bed and standing to your feet.

"You had fun," Chris chuckled, rubbing his eyes and replaying the events from the night before.

"You know, I should tell on you. Your mom would be pissed," you replied, giving him a mischevious grin.

"You wouldn't dare," Chris narrowed his gaze at you, trying to figure out what your angle was.

"I mean, I won't tell... if you can give me something I want," you replied, throwing a fresh shirt on over your head and shooting a smirk in his direction. Chris sighed, running his fingers through his messy, brown hair.

"And what would that be?" He hesitantly asked you. You raised an eyebrow at him, trying to assess what he'd do to avoid getting caught. He gave a deadpan stare, knowing you weren't just going to ask for a normal favor.

Regardless of what the favor was, he was inclined to do it. He'd been on thin ice with your parents lately, and he knew he'd be in major trouble if you ratted on him.

"Let me dom you," you demanded, placing your hand on your left hip and leaning into it. Chris scoffed loudly.

"You're outta your damn mind. I'm not gonna be your fuckin' pet you can do whatever ya want to." Chris crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Then you know who's gonna be outta their minds when they get back in town?" You retorted, fighting the smirk starting in the corner of your lip. Chris groaned, knowing it was in his best interest to give in to what you wanted.

"What's it gonna be, Chris? You gonna give me what I want? Or am I telling our parents about the little party you threw?" You wondered, tilting your head to the side and giving him an inquisitive look.

"What do you want me to do?" Chris asked as if he were considering it, his face completely devoid of emotion.

"Whatever I tell you to do," you giggled.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You're sick."

"Come on, Chris. I know you'd do anything for me," you replied, slithering back into your bed.

"I don't know about anything."

"Well, you'd do anything to save your own ass," you responded, climbing on top of your stepbrother's lap and straddling him. He let out a groan as you shifted your weight around on his erection that was pinned to his stomach, a sound he made partially out of pain and partially out of pleasure.

"Oh, my god. See? You're already hard just at the thought of me dominating you," you teased him, pinning his wrists above his head and rolling your hips forward. He made another noise, this time a little more desperate.

His cheeks immediately flushed with embarrassment, realizing that whiny, pathetic sound did, in fact, come from him. You were surprised when he didn't immediately wiggle free from your grasp even though he easily could have.

"That's not why I'm hard, fuckin' slut," Chris rasped, lifting his hips up and pressing his cock into your clothed cunt. "I'm hard thinkin' about all the ways I'm gonna punish you after you have your fun."

"You ever been dominated by a girl before?" You questioned him, arching your brow and taking control of the conversation again.

"No," he responded, sounding agitated.

"Awh. Poor baby. You must be so scared right now," you said in a faux sympathetic voice as you stuck out your bottom lip in a fake pout.

"Scared? Of what?" He asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Scared because you might like it," you poked fun at him. Chris' lip twitched, threatening a contemptuous smile at your accusation. His wrists strained against your hold, but not enough to break free.

"I ain't afraid of nothin'."

"Nothing, huh? Not even afraid of your friends hearing you whimper for me?" You cooed in a soft voice, still grinding against him. He tightened his jaw, fighting back the noises that threatened to spill from his lips. "I bet you're just dying for me to put it in my mouth, aren't you?" You purred, smiling down at him.

He flared his nostrils in frustration. "Do it then, slut, and quit talkin' about it," he huffed back.

"Not with that attitude. Come on, pretty boy. Ask nicely," you taunted him, leaning in and nudging his head to the side with your nose before your lips latched onto a vulnerable spot on his neck.

"Not a fuckin' chance," Chris whispered, hoping you couldn't hear the desire in his voice.

"That's too bad then. I guess I'll just kiss your neck and grind against you until you choose to be nice," you softly spoke, your lip tickling his earlobe. He swallowed hard. He could feel goosebumps forming on his warm skin.

"Works for me," he said in a cocky manner, trying to fight the urge to give into you. You noticed that he hadn't budged once from the position you had him in, his wrists still secured in your grip. There was something about the way that he was just letting you that was so hot.

You started sucking on his sensitive flesh, gently biting down and causing him to shudder and gasp. His dominant mask was slipping.

Never in a million years did Chris picture himself allowing some girl to dominate him and for him to like it. To be fair, though, you weren't just some girl.

"Such a good boy. So responsive for me," you whispered into the crook of his neck, your hot breath hitting his skin. You could feel the tension leave his body as he started to submit to you. "I bet you want me to suck on it so bad, don't you?" You seductively mewled, pulling away from his neck to admire his facial features.

His hooded eyes stared back at you with lust. His cheeks were flushed and pink with embarrassment and desire, and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. "Mhmm," he softly hummed, nodding his head eagerly. "Suck on it."

"Ask nicely," you reiterated.

"Please suck on it."

"Beg for it," you told him.

Chris loudly sighed, preparing to make a fool of himself. "Fuck. Please, please suck on it. You're killin' me here," Chris whined, wetting his lips that were pink with arousal.

"I don't think you want it bad enough," you teased, rolling your hips once more and grinding against him.

"Fuck. It's fuckin' aching. Please put it in your mouth," Chris demanded in a breathy voice, squirming beneath you. You tightened your grasp on his wrists, giving him a look like you knew he could do better than that. "Fuck. Please. I'm desperate," he pleaded with you.

"Keep going, baby," you softly replied.

"I need it. P-please. Put it in your mouth," he begged.

A smile crept into the corner of your lip in satisfaction with how pathetic he finally looked and sounded. "That's it. Good boy," you complimented him, releasing his wrists and scooting down further onto the bed.

He propped himself up on his elbows, peering down at the way you slowly slithered off his lap and positioned yourself on your knees between his legs. You hooked your fingers into the waistband of his pajama pants and his underwear, slowly pulling them down. He slightly raised his hips, and his hard cock sprung out, slapping his stomach as you set it free.

"Awh. Look. He's so pretty.. all shiny," you whispered, grabbing his shaft and admiring the clear fluid coating his tip.

"Don't... talk about my dick like that," Chris protested.

"Don't talk about him like what?" You asked, sneering at him as you circled his tip with the pad of your finger. This simple contact made Chris quietly moan, but he cleared his throat, trying to cover the sound.

"Callin' it cute names and talkin' about it like it isn't fuckin' attached to me. God, there's somethin' the matter with ya," Chris snarled, but the look on his face gave him away. He was secretly loving this, and you could tell.

"What? You don't want me telling you how pretty he is?" You cooed, looking into his eyes. He rolled his eyes, his chest rising and falling at a faster rate as his breathing pattern sped up. You leaned forward, your mouth hovering less an inch above his cock. You blew cold air over his glistening tip, causing him to shudder.

"Fuck," he moaned, tipping his head back. You tightened your hold on his length and started slowly stroking him up and down. He gazed back down at you, biting down on his lip. He wondered how long you were going to tease him for, and there was a part of him that didn't totally mind it - a part that maybe was even looking forward to it just a little bit.

You leaned in a little more and placed a tender peck on his swollen tip, causing his cock to twitch. "Awh. He's so sensitive," you cooed, kissing it again.

"Oh, my god," Chris groaned beneath you, trying to sound annoyed, but he was grasping at the sheets. You started working down his length, gently brushing your lips over his shaft and giving him soft kisses. Then, you worked your way back up, nearing his head with your mouth, and with every inch you moved closer, his breath grew more shallow.

You finally closed your lips down around his leaking tip and slurped up the shiny fluid. His hand flew up, and he tenderly ran his fingers through your hair. "Oh, shit," he whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as they rolled back. His neck craned back, and his head softly hit your pillow.

"If you try to take control and push my head down, I'll stop, and we'll start from the beginning," you threatened him as you felt his grasp on your hair tighten. He picked his head back up, glanced down at you, and nodded.

He kept his hand there, but he loosened his grip, soothingly stroking your hair. He didn't use any force, but he was fighting the urge the whole time.

You were moving painfully slow - gently licking, tenderly sucking, lightly kissing. He started to whimper under the feeling of your mouth. The pace was driving him crazy. He was always used to making you submit, but being on the receiving end, patiently waiting for you to make your next move was so difficult for him.

You finally took him into your mouth, wrapping your plump lips around him and sinking down his length. He smiled down at you, using every bit of self-restraint he had to keep himself from forcing your head down and making you gag on him.

You hummed around his cock, and he had to bite back a loud moan. "I think you're liking this a little too much," you accused him, giving him a smirk. He didn't say a word, but his silence spoke volumes.

You went back to slowly stroking him while your mouth worked on his tip. Moans poured effortlessly from him again as he grew more sensitive due to your teasing. You bobbed up and down on his cock, drawing him closer to the edge.

You flicked your gaze up at him, his desperate blue eyes staring back. You could see the pleasure engraved in his expression, his pinched together brows, his slacked jaw, and his parted lips. You could hear his breathing turn into panting.

He curled his toes, trying to remain composed and attempting to keep his whimpering from getting too out of hand, but he was miserably failing.

Just when you thought he couldn't take anymore, you withdrew all sensation. Chris let out a defeated sigh. "I was so close..." He fussed, but he quickly cleared his throat when he heard how whiny he sounded.

"I know you were. I bet your friends could tell, too. You're being so loud. You trying to get us caught?" You giggled.

His cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. "Shut up," he barked back.

"That's not very nice, Chris. You wanna cum, don't you? Only good boys get to finish," you mocked him in a condescending tone. Chris nodded, his eyes silently begging you to put your mouth back on him.

"Tell me what you want, Christopher," you cooed, biting back a satisfied smile as you watched him struggle to uphold his collected facade. You'd never seem him so vulnerable and submissive before. It was driving you crazy.

"Please let me cum," he whimpered. You shook your head no with a glint in your eye, still lazily stroking him. Little did he know, you were just getting started.

He was growing more and more impatient, little whines slipping past his lips as you placed your thumb on his tip and started rubbing it. Your touch was heavenly and no matter how hard he tried to seem indifferent to it, he couldn't hide the pure pleasure he felt.

"God, you're falling apart," you smirked, your hungry stare fixed on him. You took him into your mouth again, repeating the pattern, starting off slow and then going faster until he was writhing beneath you in desperation. Then you withdrew all sensation again, earning a frustrated sigh from Chris.

You did this a few more times, watching him as he struggled, knuckles growing white as he tugged at the sheets, toes curling, screwing his eyes shut, and tightening his jaw. Then you'd stop, give him a smirk, and listen to him beg.

Chris usually needed really rough, really fast, constant stimulation in order to finish, but with how expertly you'd edged him, he felt like he could cum if you simply breathed on his cock a certain way.

"I can't take it anymore. I need to cum. Please, please, please," he whimpered, his voice breaking into sobs, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. You raised an eyebrow, a smile curling on your lips as you savored the sight, knowing it probably would never happen again.

Your gaze fell to his pretty cock, and you watched his precum mixed with your saliva leak out of his swollen tip and down his length. "That's it," you purred, twisting your wrist as you stroked him, his pretty sounds encouraging you.

You abruptly stopped when you felt his member pulse in your grasp, withholding all stimulation again. You weren't going to let him get off that easily. "You're gonna fuckin' kill me," Chris whispered, anticipation eating him alive.

You gave him a smile as you sat up and slowly started to remove your panties. Chris let out a sigh of relief, eager to feel your cunt wrapped around him, but you continued to move rather unhurriedly, slinking your underwear down your thighs like you were giving a striptease.

Chris watched hungrily as you slowly spread your legs, feeling the cool air hit your glistening folds. You teased him further, reaching between your thighs and rubbing your clit in circles. "How bad do you want it?" You asked, holding eye contact.

"I want it so bad. Please," he whimpered. You giggled at his desperation, and then you straddled him, lining him up with your entrance. However, instead of putting it in right away, you took your time, slowly dragging his swollen head over your slit a few times, taunting him even more.

A few more strangled moans passed through his lips as you slipped just the tip into your hole. He looked up at you with his needy blue eyes, waiting patiently as you started to slowly suck him in.

"Fuck," he whispered, reaching up and brushing away the sweat from his brow. You sunk down on him inch by inch, watching him further lose his composure.

Once you were completely stretched around him, you paused all movement, pinning his arms above his head again. "You want me to ride you, don't you?" You cooed, staying completely still.

"Yes. Please," he responded, his voice cracking in desperation as his wrists strained against your hold.

You figured you'd tortured the boy enough already, so you decided to finally see it through, giving him a bit of relief from your teasing.

You grinned and watched his eyes roll back as you worked at an unhurried pace, drawing circles with your waist and massaging him with your walls as you slid up and down on him. He relished in the sensation, a guttural moan passed through his lips. He throbbed inside of you, the knot in his stomach threatening to come undone any moment.

You sped up the motion of your hips, grinding on his cock as you peered down at his face, his features saturated with pleasure. "Be a good boy and finish for me, hmm?" You cooed. He nodded in response, a slew of pathetic whimpers filling the air.

You felt the muscles in his wrists tighten against your palms as his long-awaited release crashed over him like a tidal wave. His length pulsed inside of you, flooding your cunt with his thick, hot cum. His whole body shook at the feeling, adrenaline and dopamine coursing through him.

He looked beautiful panting beneath you, staring back with glossed over eyes and a blissful smile, his face turning an ever deeper shade of red as he realized how foolish and pathetic he must have appeared to you in his most desperate moments. He couldn't believe how he'd begged you to let him cum and then busted at you purring the words, good boy.

You smirked down at him, catching your breath as you finally let go of his wrists. His hands immediately flew up, and he buried his face in them, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"If you ever tell anyone I liked that, I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a fuckin' week," Chris chuckled once his shyness subsided, running his long, thin fingers through his disheveled hair that was sticking up in all directions.

"Ooh, fun. Don't threaten me with a good time," you teased. In one swift motion, he swung you off of him and pinned you to the bed underneath him, earning a squeal from you in response.

"Okay, you kinky little slut. What I meant to say is, if ya tell anyone I liked that, I'll never fuck you again. How 'bout that?" He replied, but there was no bite to his tone.

"Even if you weren't my stepbrother, I'd never tell anyone the things we do. That's private. Just between us," you told him with a bit of seriousness, your eyes locked on his.

Chris almost felt a deeper sense of connection and security with you after sharing such a vulnerable part of himself and knowing he wouldn't have to worry that the details surrounding it getting out.

He laid his head on your chest that rose and fell with your breath, listening to the sound of your heartbeat slow as you recovered. You played with his messy hair, gently sifting through each strand. "So, you won't tell our parents about me throwing a party while they were out of town?" He asked quietly, tracing circles with his fingertips over the top of your thigh.

"Hmmm. I think I just need one more thing from you before I can promise that," you smugly responded, softly scratching his head.

"What?" Chris groaned, anticipating the worst as he looked up at you with a pout on his perfect pink lips.

"Well, a cup of coffee would be nice," you chuckled. Chris gave you a relieved sigh and rolled his tired blue eyes in annoyance, but he nodded, thankful that your next request was much simpler than the first.

He kissed you before he slipped out of your bed and into his sweatpants from the night before that were balled up on your floor, and he trudged downstairs.

He made two cups of coffee, one for you and one for himself while his friends grilled him about who the girl was he had upstairs with him.

They all gave each other puzzled looks when he remained tight-lipped about it. It wasn't like Chris to withhold information like that. He was usually an open book with them about his sex life, probably giving too much detail. However, this time, he kept the conversation with them vague, a smirk still tugging at the corner of his lip.

It was kind of hard for him to not brag to them about banging his own stepsister, especially because he knew it would earn him high fives, praises, and envious looks, all gestures that would stroke his ego, but he held his tongue.

"Well, whoever you have up there, she sounds like she's enjoying herself," one of his friends commented, slapping him on the back. He avoided eye contact, his cheeks turning a rosy pink color as he suspected that the sounds his friend heard probably came from him, not the girl he had upstairs.

It'd started from Chris simply being bored out of his mind, the two of you chilling in his room whilst you scrolled through your phone. Normally, simply just the presence you would occupy his mind, but his feed was doing nothing to grab his attention any longer.

So, as the brilliant idea came to mind, he'd grabbed one of his plush pillows and aimed it right at your face, a gasp leaving you as the thud of the soft pillow hit you, falling down into your lap to reveal your shocked expression. He held back his laughter before you pressed your tongue to the side of your mouth and smirked.

"Oh ho ho, you're in for it now, Christopher," You'd challenged, placing your phone on his dresser before tossing his pillow back at him, kicking off what was now a physical play fight between the both of you, not an uncommon thing you two.

You yelped as Chris lunged again, laughing too hard to actually dodge properly. The two of you crashed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, giggling, both determined not to lose ground. You twisted, trying to hook your leg around his, but Chris was quick — all long limbs and chaotic energy — and he wasn’t about to let you win that easily.

“Give it up,” he teased, his breath warm against your cheek as he hovered above you, both of you struggling for the upper hand.

“Never!” you shot back, using the opportunity to roll halfway on top of him. You had a brief, shining moment of victory — before he shifted under you, flipping the two of you with an easy movement that had your back hitting the mattress and Chris grinning down at you triumphantly.

“Aaand—pinned!” he said, breathless, his hands wrapping gently around your wrists as he held them down on either side of your head. “I win.”

You squirmed, halfheartedly, and giggled. “Only ‘cause I let you.”

“Oh, sure,” he said, eyes dancing with a mixture of playfulness and mischievousness. “That’s what people always say when they lose.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, and Chris laughed — a bright, open sound that made something flutter in your chest. His weight was warm above you, not heavy, just… close. His face was flushed, a little sweaty, his hair flopping into his eyes in that way that made you want to reach up and push it back. Except, you know. Pinned.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, and the way his grip had softened, not quite letting go. His eyes flicked to yours, then down to your lips, then back up again — just for a second, but it was enough to make the air feel warmer somehow. He swallowed, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite figure out how.

Just then, his door knob turned, your gaze moving from Chris to instead train on the now opening door.

"Can you two keep it down in here? I'm trying to watch—" Suddenly, Nick's eyes widen big, a gasp leaving him as Chris's head turned to look back at him, all three of you freezing at the realization of how this looked from his brother's perspective. Oh shit..

"Nick— I-It's not—" But before Chris would even stumble out the cliche explanation of how "this was all a big misunderstanding" and that "it wasn't what it looked like", Nick slammed the door shut quick, causing the random objects on Chris's desk to shake. "Lock the goddamn door next time—" Nick ordered through the door before the two of you heard him walking away.

As you turned your head to look up at Chris, you met his big baby blues, before noticing the way blush had crept its way up his neck to cover his cheeks in a pink hue, subtly highlighting the faint freckles that adorned his skin during the summertime. Silence stretched between the both of you before he finally spoke up:

"I, uh, I should probably go— fix.. that," He referred to Nick, though his hands still stayed pinning your wrists to his mattress.

"Yeah— right—" You nodded your head in agreement, your chest rising and falling before he finally came-to and removed his grip.

"Shit— right— sorry.." He muttered, the awkwardness between the two of you so palpable, it was pathetically painful to watch from an outsiders view, but in a sort of young love way that made it cute.

"I'm gonna–"

"Yeah, yeah, go do that–"

The tension felt thicker than before until he finally made his way out of the room, giving you the moment to finally release a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. You rested back on your elbows as you scanned his room, an area you knew like the back of your hand.

You couldn't stop your mind from imagining your stuff scattered in with his belongings as you sat up, your clothes hanging up in his closet, your presence just noticeable within this sacred area that was Chris's life.

It could be nice, so nice, to just... be together. Not have to toe the line between what was friendly interactions and genuine attraction. It was grueling as much as it was euphoric, and you just wished you could tear that barrier down without your fear of losing him to rejection getting in the way.

Pulled from your thoughts, your head perked up the moment you heard his door handle jiggle before it turned and opened the door, revealing Chris on the other side.

His eyes met yours as he gave an almost shy, awkward smile, cracking the door behind him and making his way over to sit next to you on the edge of his bed. You let silence envelop the two of you again before you turned your head to look at him.

"Soo.. Nick. Did he.." You began to ask before he shook his head.

"Nah, he didn't believe a word I said. Just gave me a long "uh-huh", a judgmental stare, then turned up the volume on his show. Pretty sure he dismissed me in Nick-code." He answered you, his head turning to face you.

After a beat, the both of you broke into giggles and chuckles, breaking the tension thanks to Nick being Nick — though blush still resided on both of your cheeks — and making the air lighter, and it felt nice, right, too risky to be broken by the crush you both harbored for one another.

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a / n : i've been on a small fluff high whilst making up from being gone for a good while, idk, they're just all looking so cute to me 😭 (might make this an au, bsf!chris x bsf!user? if yall are wanting it or not— ngl they might be my fluffiest pair, just forewarning yall)

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dividers → me

he had never asked you to fall for him. he didn’t need to. all he had to do was exist near you—being too kind on the days you were fragile and vulnerable and too distant on the days when you needed more.

you should’ve seen the signs—but you fell anyway—and you fell hard.

and now you’re sitting here beside him in his bed. too much space wedged between your bodies—you weren’t even touching—it was as if he just shut himself away.

the once kind and loving person you knew, felt as if he was too distant from you all together.

and it made your chest ache.

the silence between you two is so thick, you could probably see it from a mile away. and you can feel the way he was slipping away from you each silent minute passed as he sits next to you.

he’s so close—but just out of reach from your fingers. you couldn’t just reach out if you wanted to—he won’t let you.

he still felt like yours—but not enough to call him yours.

you should’ve known this would happen, but you let yourself believe this would be different from any other time you let someone in. you let him make you believe that it would be different—but god how you were wrong.

your fingers twisted in the hem of your shirt, trying hard to keep yourself from falling apart right there in front of him. your throat began to feel tight as you forced yourself to speak—to break the heavy silence between you.

“do you love me?” you whispered, not daring to lift your head just yet to look at him, your fingers still twisting the hem of your shirt between them, pulling at the loose threads. a habit you tried to break yourself of.

you don’t expect him to say much—you just…want to hear him say something real. something that won’t make you feel as if all the words you spoke to him just meant nothing at all.

it was silent for a beat—one that was too long, one that made you hesitate to lift your head and look at him. but you did, slowly lifting your gaze that landed on his piercing blue eyes that were already looking back at you.

he was hesitating—like he always did.

he blinked, once, twice, and then slowly nodded. “yeah. yeah of course i do.” but the tone of it doesn’t land softly like it did when he first said it to you—no—it lands like a lie. you flinch like the words itself cracked your heart open, making the gap there bigger than it was before.

because he says it like a favor. like he’s handing you something broken just so you’ll stop asking for more.

you blink back the burn behind your eyes, your throat tightening even more as you just shook your head. disbelief written all over your face. “no. no you don’t.” you tried to say loudly, but it came as a whisper, your voice beginning to go small, weak.

chris looks at you as if you had just said something dumb, his brows furrowing together. “why would I say it if I didn’t mean it?” he asked. but he already knew that reason—so why was he trying to play dumb with you?

you laugh bitterly, feeling the tears bubble over your waterline, your hands coming up to quickly wipe at your cheeks with the sleeve of your shirt. “because it’s easier than admitting you don’t. because-“ you stop, taking in a deep breath as your sobs begin to wrack through you. “-because you’re too fucking scared to say what you really feel.”

chris shifts beside you, but he doesn’t try to touch you or reach out to comfort you in anyway. he never does when you cry. he never really knows what to do with you when you’re like this—open. expressing your feelings and laying your heart out for him on the table. he doesn’t know how to deal with someone who’s too in love. because he knows he can’t give it back the way you need.

“i never asked you to love me, chris.” you breathed, your voice beginning to crack with each word that pasted your now chapped lips. “i just wish you wouldn’t have pretended that you did when you never really meant any of it in the first place.”

he says nothing to you—and that’s what hurts you the most.

you curl into yourself more, your heart aching in ways you can’t name. “i blame myself.” you admit, voice now barely above a whisper, your sobs making it too hard to say what you wanted. “for being too much. for needing too much. and for believing every half-truth you said when you were scared i might’ve actually walked away at some point.”

he sighs, bringing his hand up to rub at his face slowly. “i never wanted to hurt you.” he says. and you watch the way his own breathing starts to become ragged. from sadness? from guilt? you weren’t sure.

but he did hurt you. not with malice. not on purpose. but with passivity—with the kind of love that only reaches halfway or like a one way street where you’re the one pouring yourself into a glass that was too empty and was never going to give back. one that was just going to take and take until there was nothing left of yourself.

“i know.” you whisper, bringing your hands up to wipe your face again. “that’s the worst part.” you tilt your head up and stare at the ceiling—hoping that maybe it would collapse and end this whole thing. you take a breath, hoping to calm yourself just a little. “you say you love me but you don’t see me. you don’t hear me. and I keep hoping that one day you will.”

your voice cracks again, sniffling this time as a fresh wave of tears roll down your face, your head tilting back down to look at him in the eyes. “but you won’t.” he just stares as you speak, his face blank and helpless, not trying to get a word in—not trying to help calm yourself mind or your feelings. like he knows that you’re right.

you wish—god—you fucking wish he would’ve just said no. because now you have to carry the version of “I love you” that didn’t feel real anytime he had held your face and looked into your eyes and kissed you. that love that didn’t hold you or wrap you up in the warmth it’s supposed to provide you.

you nod your head as the silence from his consumes you. your bottom lip trembling slightly as you bit it. slowly you get up, your hands shaking as you push yourself up off the bed. legs wobbly below you as you tried to keep your balance. “i can’t keep asking you to love me when you aren’t capable of it.” you say, sniffling again and reaching for your coat that sat at the edge of the bed.

chris doesn’t stop you as you grab your things and head for his bedroom door—just like you knew he wouldn’t.

your hand reached for the door handle, knowing chris wasn’t getting up to follow you at all. you took a deep breath, wiping your face one last time as you turned your head over your shoulder. not fully, but just enough for him to see your face. “i love you and i really wish i didn’t.” you don’t bother to look back—you already knew what you would see.

a boy who said “I love you”

like it was an apology.

he kisses you slow, like he has all the time in the world, tongue brushing against yours in a way that makes your stomach twist. he always does this when you’re high—takes his time, makes you feel like you’re the only thing in the universe. and you let yourself sink into it, let yourself believe it, just for a little while.

his hands slide under your hoodie, fingertips skating up your sides. “take this off,” he mutters against your lips.

you exhale a soft laugh. “impatient?”

he smirks, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then lower, tracing his lips along your neck. “you have no idea.”

your hands trail up his arms, slow and teasing, over the veins underneath his skin. you love them, the way they stretch and shift with his movements. sometimes, when he’s asleep, you let your fingers trace them, mapping out every blue tinted line.

he tilts his head, lips ghosting over your pulse. “you’re distracted.”

“you’re annoying.”

he grins, nipping lightly at your skin, making you suck in a breath. his fingers tighten on your hips, just as his phone buzzes beside you.

he tenses immediately.

you freeze.

your eyes flick to the screen, but he moves fast, grabbing it before you can see.

something about the way he does it—so quick, so defensive—sends a prickle of unease through you.

“who is that?” your voice is quiet, but sharp.

his grip on the phone tightens. “no one.”

your stomach twists.

you shift slightly in his lap, trying to meet his eyes, but he won’t look at you. “chris.”

“drop it.”

your heart beats harder against your ribs.

“why are you acting like this?” you press, voice a little more unsteady now.

he exhales, frustrated. “i’m not acting like anything.”

his phone buzzes again.

before you can stop yourself, you reach for it.

he catches your wrist. “don’t.”

your jaw clenches. “then tell me who it is.”

he doesn’t say anything, just looks at you with that hard, unreadable expression, fingers still wrapped around your wrist.

that’s all the confirmation you need.

your chest tightens, and you yank your hand back.

“fuck you.” you shove at his chest, moving to get off his lap, but he grips your waist, holding you still.

“stop,” he mutters, jaw tight.

you shove him again. “let me go.”

he exhales hard through his nose but releases you.

you scramble off of him, heart pounding, and grab his phone before he can stop you.

the name on the screen makes your stomach drop.

a girl. a string of messages. flirty. obvious.

you blink, fingers tightening around the phone, the words blurring in your vision.

chris shifts behind you. “it’s not what you think.”

you let out a sharp laugh. “oh, really?” you toss the phone onto the bed, turning to face him. “because it looks like you’ve been talking to someone else behind my back.”

his jaw clenches. “you’re acting like i fucking cheated on you or something.”

your heart stutters, something sharp lodging itself in your throat.

he keeps going. “you knew what this was. you’re the one who said this wasn’t serious.”

it feels like a slap, even though you knew this already. even though you told yourself a thousand times that it didn’t matter. that he didn’t matter.

you just wish he could drink up all the words he says, and maybe then he’d realize how bitter they really are.

silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating.

your voice shakes when you finally speak. “you’re such an asshole.”

he scoffs, shaking his head. “yeah, well, you’re the one still fuckin’ standing here.”

that should be enough. that should be the moment you walk out and never look back. but you don’t. because there’s something nagging at you, something beneath his words, in the way he looks at you.

“why?” you ask.

he frowns. “what?”

you cross your arms. “why were you talking to her?”

he hesitates. just for a second, but it’s enough.

your stomach twists. “oh my god.”

he runs a hand through his hair. “it’s not—” he exhales sharply. “we were fighting. you weren’t talking to me. i thought—”

he cuts himself off, shaking his head.

you stare at him, trying to piece it together. “you thought what?”

he looks away, jaw clenched.

and then it clicks.

“you thought i was done with you.”

he doesn’t say anything.

your breath catches. “so you found someone else.”

“it wasn’t like that.”

“then what was it like?”

his fists tighten at his sides. “i don’t know.”

you swallow past the lump in your throat. “yes, you do.”

his chest rises and falls, slow and heavy. “i didn’t want her,” he mutters. “i just—” he exhales hard. “i can’t fucking stand when you ignore me. it drives me insane.”

your heart pounds.

“i didn’t know if you were coming back,” he admits, voice lower now. “and i fucking hated that feeling.”

something inside you twists.

“so you texted her,” you say.

he nods, jaw clenched.

your throat tightens.

you don’t know what to say to that. you don’t even know how to feel.

but then he looks at you, really looks at you, and there’s something in his expression that makes your breath hitch.

he takes a step closer.

“i don’t talk to her like i talk to you,” he says quietly.

your stomach flips.

“i don’t kiss her like i kiss you.”

his voice is low, rough.

he takes another step, closing the distance, his hand brushing against yours.

“i don’t want her like i want you.”

your pulse pounds in your ears.

you should push him away. you really should. but you don’t.

his fingers skim over your hip, slow, hesitant.

“you drive me fucking crazy,” he mutters.

you shake your head, stepping back before he can touch you again.

“don’t,” you whisper.

his brows knit. “what?”

“don’t say all that just to make yourself feel better.”

he blinks, stunned silent for a moment.

you swallow hard. “you don’t get to hurt me and then act like you still want me.”

“i do still want you.”

“no, chris. you want the idea of me. you want me when it’s convenient. when i’m in your lap and high and laughing at your jokes. not when i need you. not when i’m hurting.”

his jaw ticks, but he doesn’t say anything.

you let out a shaky breath. “i can’t keep doing this. pretending it doesn’t kill me every time you remind me this isn’t real.”

he opens his mouth—maybe to apologize, maybe to lie again—but you shake your head.

“don’t,” you say again, softer this time. “just…don’t.”

and then you turn.

you walk to the door, fingers trembling as you twist the handle, and you don’t look back—not even when he says your name, quiet and broken behind you.

not even when you hear the bed creak like he’s gotten up.

you leave.

and this time, you’re not sure that you’ll come back.

author’s note . . . sorry this is..awful…but this has been in my drafts for a while and i wanted to post something while i attempt to get any sort of idea for matt and petal 😃

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