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⸻ SERIES ༄

FAMILIAR STRANGER ~ (ghostface!chris)

— what's gonna happen when you find out about your enemy's biggest secret?

content warnings: smut with plot, dom!chris, sub!reader, bratty reader, mentions of murder, unprotected p in v, choking, riding, squirting, creampie, a lot of dirty talk, petnames (slut, princess, etc.), cursing, oral (m/f!receiving), fingering, knife play, mask kink. . . . ~

| chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six, chapter seven, last chapter. |

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PUSH AND PULL ~ (fratboy!chris)

— chris is cocky and persistent, all about getting what he wants until he accidentally runs into you at a party. your sarcastic attitude, and the way you refuse to fall for his charm, is both incredibly hot and frustrating- challenging him in ways he never experienced before.

content warnings: smut with plot, dom!chris, sub!reader, a lot of bickering, cursing, mentions of alcohol, weed and cigarettes, unprotected p in v, riding, dry humping, making out, dirty talk, petnames, oral, creampie, etc. . . . ~

| part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight. |

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⸻ ONESHOTS ༄

MISSED YOU ~ (dealer!chris)

— your dealer has been out of town for almost two weeks and after he's finally back, he texts you needing to see you.

MISSED YOU 2 ~ (dealer!chris)

— after finishing deals for today, chris calls you to "check" on you, but he ends up coming over and making a mess on your couch.

⤷︙these two can be read together or separately ！

BIRTHDAY BOY ~ (mean!chris)

— you're at the triplets' birthday party. you've been hanging around matt all evening, which is starting to irritate chris. he doesn't like you, but the way you're all over his brother is getting on his nerves, so he decides to put you in your place.

⸻ TEXTS ༄

• with fratboy!chris

• with skater!chris

⸻ BLURBS ༄

⁑ smut. ❀ fluff.

chris noticed his headband turns you on. ⁑

chris is obsessed with his brother's girl. ⁑

rapper!chris makes sure you like his new song. ⁑

all night long. ⁑

chris puts you in your place after being a brat all day. ⁑

getting off on chris's lap. ⁑

chris woke up with a boner after having a wet dream about you. ⁑

chris fucking you with your dildo in front of a mirror. ⁑

chris is obsessed with your ass. ⁑

when your bf is so cute you just can't help yourself. ❀

pancakes. ❀

the music at the frat house was now softly playing the background, the buzz that occurred just minutes before dying down. the frat guys had done their whole speech, something about if you're not a brother or fucking a brother, get the fuck out. the same speech goldie had heard a thousand times, yet still remains the only exception. they had all dispersed, either going to sleep for the night or pounding some random girl into their mattress.

goldie was perched on the alcohol stained couch, the stain that matt had complained about removing a million times before. stuck in between matt and chris, looking down at her chest and adjusting her small triangle top. matt's knee bounces up and down, biting on his bottom lip as he watches goldie out of the corner of his eye, noticing her tits about to spill out of that tiny ass top. chris was less shameful about his stares, his hand resting gently on goldies knee, looking her up and down with hazy, red-rimmed eyes.

goldie locks eyes with chris, smiling softly at his lazy demeanor from everything he had smoked that night, despite the fact that he was still nursing an alcoholic punch one of the sorority girls had made in his cup.

"you have a staring problem" .. goldie mutters as she looks away, softly giggling to herself.

"proudly .. " chris drags out his words, his eyes still tracking her every movement.

goldie rolls her eyes and smiles as she feels the pockets of her tiny jean shorts for, of course, her miami mint vape. her hands wander her pockets for a minute, quickly realizing it was no longer where she had left it.

"fuck .. " she swears under her breath, standing up from her spot in between the boys, chris' hand slipping from her knee and landing on the couch.

both of their eyebrows furrow as they wait for goldie's reasons for standing up so abruptly. goldie pushes her hair behind her ears as she looks down at the couch, confusion all over her face.

"what's up ..? " matt questions, now also starting to look down at the couch.

"my fucking vapes not in my pocket .." goldie sighs, now starting to retrace her steps of the night, struggling to remember with the alcohol in her system.

matt and chris both collectively roll their eyes, matt sighing and beginning to get up and help her look. chris stays sat on the couch for a moment longer, high out of his mind. he watches as goldie bends over from across the living room, moving cushions on the other couch.

"are you gonna help or just gonna stare at goldie's ass the whole time?" matt questions, rolling his eyes and grabbing his forearm to yank him off the couch.

matt searches around the house, walking into the kitchen. after barely a minute of searching, he spots the light blue colored vape staring right back at him, left forgotten on the kitchen island. smirking to himself, he grabs it walks back into the living room, holding it triumphantly over his head.

goldie runs over to matt, smiling from ear to ear, a sigh of relief leaving her body.

"ugh, thank god!" she sighs, grabbing the vape from matts hands, taking a long drag and turning her head, blowing the smoke away from matt's face.

"more like thank matt" matt mummers under his breath, watching intensily as goldie takes her hit.

" thank you matt .. " goldie says softly, reaching her arms up to wrap around his neck, pulling him into a hug. goldie quickly pulls away, pressing a kiss to matts cheek, her smiling radiant.

she walks back to the couch, about to sit down next to where chris had made himself comfortable. before she could sit, chris grabs her wrist, patting his lap. goldie smirks before being down and making herself comfortable in chris' lap. he holds her hips still, leaning his chin on her shoulder as matt slumps down next to the two of them.

matt focuses his attention back onto the tv, playing some show that no one had paid any mind to. meanwhile, goldie is taking another hit off her vape, slightly coughing as the smoke exhales from her nose.

"can i try some of that .." chris drags out, going to reach for it from her perfectly manicured nails. goldie pulls her hand away from his, preventing him from grabbing it.

goldie nods her head, turning around in his lap to straddle his hips and face him. she grabs chris' chin, holding it in place in front of her face as she brings the vape to her lips, holding the smoke in her mouth. she tugs chris' bottom lip down, allowing him to open his mouth. goldie brings her lips close to chris' threatening to connect as she exhales, the smoke transferring from her mouth to chris'.

matt watches as the smoke floats into chris' mouth, him inhaling the smoke as his eyebrows furrow together. he sputters out a cough, the smoke leaving his mouth almost as fast as it entered. goldie watches with a smile as chris makes a face at her.

"holy shit goldie, that tastes fucking disgusting .." chris' mutters, watching as she shrugs her shoulders and takes another hit.

"how do you like that shit .. " he shakes his head disapprovingly, turning his face away as she playfully exhales the smoke back into his face.

" do you wanna try some matty ..? " she looks over at matt, noticing how he was already staring at her. she wiggles the vape in between her fingers with a smile on her face, slowing climbing off of chris' lap. chris chases her face with his, planting a kiss on her neck before she gets up.

goldie plants herself down on the couch, sliding herself in right next to matt. she lays her kees over his legs, making herself comfortable, getting as close as possible without throwing herself on top of him. matt nods at her, answering the question before she brings the vape to her lips.

matt opens his mouth without having to be told, inhaling the smoke that came out from her lips. he makes a face, coughing as he exhales the smoke.

" god, what the fuck is that .." he smirks, grabbing the vape and reading the flavor off the side of it.

" okay what the fuck! everyone hates the flavors i pick .. " golde pouts, moving away from matt and crossing her arms over her chest. chris and matt both smirk, looking down at her.

chris pats her thigh, pressing his lips together in a line.

"well, maybe pick better flavors then .. " chris slurs, brushing goldie's hair away from her face.

"whatever .. " goldie mumbles, reaching to place her vape down on the coffee table in front of them. chris stops her hand before she can, snatching the vape out of her grip. just as goldie is about to protest, chris brings it up to his lips and takes another drag of it, grabbing her face and kissing her as the smoke leaves his mouth, transferring into hers.

goldie lets out a surprised sigh into his mouth, slotting her tongue into his mouth, wasting no time getting comfortable. matt groans, rolling his eyes and moving to get up from the couch. goldie notices the weight on the couch shift as matt gets up, pulling away from chris' lips as she grabs matt's wrist, pulling him into her.

goldie connects her lips to matts, moaning into his mouth as their tongues collide in their mouths. chris sighs as he brings his lips to her face, kissing down her jaw and neck, sucking purple brusies onto her neck. matts tongue laps at her own while chris' licks stripes up her neck.

in the heat of the moment, goldie's phone lights up with an incoming call. goldie disconnects her mouth from matts, leaving him standing there and wiping her lip gloss from his face with the back of his hand.

goldie pushes chris' face away from her neck as she reaches for her phone, leaving him to groan and sink into the back of the couch.

goldie grabs her phone, beginning to collect her things from around the room. matt and chris both watch her, confused on her whereabouts.

" gotta go, my littles calling me asking me to help her with her biochem work .. " she states, walking quickly towards the door of the frat house. she turns the door knob, turning around and waving goodbye to the boys with an innocent smile.

once the door clicks shut, matt and chris sit in silence, both placing pillows over their laps, throwing their heads back onto the couch. both of their eyes wander to the coffee table, where a light blue vape is staring right back at them. they both rush their hands out to grab it, chris winning the race.

chris abruptly stands up from the couch, walking to his room with goldie's vape in hand.

" can't wait till she comes back to get it .. " chris mutters, throwing it into the air and casually catching in back into his palm. matt rolls his eyes, already moving to grab his phone and call goldie's contact.

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The door closed behind you with a thud as you stumbled inside, Chris holding a hand around your waist to steady you.

– "So you've been out all night looking like a five course meal and not a single guy tried to hit on you?" He laughed, "dude that's insane."

It was actually more insane how he just called you 'dude' without a second thought.

You leaned back against the wall, your heels clicking softly as you shifted your weight. The adrenaline from the night—the loud music, the overlapping conversations with people you'd never met but somehow knew? — the dizzying blur of city lights, it all was finally fading, leaving behind a humming emptiness that only Chris seemed to know how to fill.

It had always been like that, somehow.

You watched him take his shoes off with a satisfied nod, his eyes flicking back to you with a smug grin displayed on his face.

– "You're staring," he noted, though he didn't look away either.

He stepped back into your space. He didn't stop until the tips of his shoes bumped against yours, pinning you gently against the wall.

The playful energy from moments ago had shifted — even an idiot would notice it, and now it was settling into something heavier and more deliberate.

He reached up, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with a slow, searching pressure that made your breath hitch.

You giggled, – "Well maybe i'm just a little tipsy" you slurred on your words, one of the many side effects after a fun night out.

He didn't answer with words, instead he leaned in until his forehead rested against yours.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your synced breathing and the slightly muffled hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.

He smiled, – "Yeah.. maybe you just are a little tipsy" he stated, oh he was teasing you.

Teasing you for being drunk.

He shifted his weight, his hand sliding from your jaw to the small of your back, pulling you even closer to him.

Chris let out a breathy laugh, the sound vibrating against your lips, before he finally closed the gap. The kiss was slow at first, tasting of the sweet fruity cocktails you'd been drinking all night.

He backed you away from the wall, his movements quicker now, guiding you toward the bedroom with a focused intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

By the time you hit the edge of the mattress, the air between you felt thick, almost electric.

Like you could physically see and touch the energy radiating in the air.

Chris paused for a second, his eyes scanning your face with a softness that almost caught you off guard, his thumb tracing your collarbone. – "I've been thinking about this since the moment you walked through the door tonight," he admitted, his voice dropping even lower.

You grinned, – "Oh really? That's not too long" you teased him back, pressing wet and sloppy kisses to his neck.

He let out a soft and quiet moan, – "Since the moment you walked through the car door"

– "Sorry.. I can't hang out with people who lie" you whispered against his skin, though you weren't planning on letting him go anywhere.

He chuckled, finding your lips with a passion only he ever could have.

You arched your back, pulling him closer as your fingers tangled in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. He shifted his weight to hover over you.

The bed groaned under his frame, the mattress dipping with his weight as he braced himself on his elbows, his eyes dark and focused.

His hand travelled from your waist, tracing the shimmering fabric of your dress upward with a slow patience.

When his palm finally met the skin of your thigh, your breath hitched. He looked up at you, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. – "You're shaking," he murmuredt.

The dress was a struggle—the stubborn zipper that wouldn't close nor open without a fight was a struggle, to be exact.

But once the fabric pooled around your hips, even then he didn't immediately move for the finish.

Instead, he took a moment to just look at you, his breath hitching. He leaned down to press a lingering kiss to the curve of your hip, then another to the soft dip of your stomach, his movements steady. You felt your heart hammering against your ribs, the arousal and anticipation mixed with the alcohol building into a tight knot in your chest.

Then, without a word, he shifted, sliding down the bed until he was positioned between your legs.

The sudden change in perspective made your breath hitch, and you instantly reached for the headboard to steady yourself.

Chris looked up at you, his expression softening into something so intense it was unexplainable. He didn't say anything, but the way he looked at you said everything you needed to know.

He looked at you as if you were the only thing that mattered.

And to him, you were.

He leaned forward, his tongue grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, sending a wave of heat crashing through you that made you throw your head back against the pillow with a gasp.

The world narrowed down to just the two of you, the bedroom and the aftermath of a night you wouldn’t forget any time soon.

Chris didn’t rush, teasing you with kisses and licks to your thigh. And when his lips finally met your center, you let out a sharp cry that echoed through the quiet of the bedroom.

You were about to stop yourself, to put a hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds, and then you remembered.

You had your own place now, no brothers lurking around, getting ready to tease you if they hear as much as a puff coming from the bedroom.

You felt your hips instinctively lift, seeking more of that pressure, your fingers tightening their grip on the headboard.

He hummed against you, a low vibration that applied just the right amount of pressure to make you shiver underneath him. His tongue tracing patterns that left you breathless and aching for him.

Every time you tried to find a rhythm, he shifted slightly, not quite letting you take control.

Your heart was beating fast against your ribs, every touch sending a jolt of sensation through your body, every lick getting you closer and closer to your climax.

"Chris," you let out a breath, your voice sounding nothing like it usually did, now it was strained and thick with arousal.

You reached down, your fingers diving into his hair, guiding him, urging him to move faster.

He responded by deepening the pressure, his breath coming in hot, heavy puffs against your thighs.

You cried out a moan, making him chuckle against your core—the tension in your stomach only grew tighter and tighter until you felt as if you were hovering over the edge of a cliff waiting for the wind to finally push you over.

The build-up was agonizingly slow, a pleasurable torture that made you arch your back and press yourself deeper into the mattress.

Just as the first wave of the climax began to crash over you, he flicked his tongue upward with a precision that made your entire body shiver with anticipation.

You let out a strangled moan, your eyes shutting as the tension finally snapped, making you come with a cry of his name.

He kissed the inside of your thigh before coming up to rest his head on top of your chest, – "Tomorrow you have to make it up for me" he teased, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

– "Ha ha, very funny, you started it" you answered, rolling your eyes before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

– "You love me" he murmured, pulling the covers ontop of you two.

You giggled, – "Don't be cocky."

– "But you do."

– "I do."

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peace. quiet. a small break from seeing...

you flinched when a wave rolled across the water, smacking you straight in the face, a loud splash shattering your moment alone. you sputter, wiping water from your eyes, cursing under your breath. you shake your head, treading water, looking around for whoever just ruined your peaceful soak. the moon reflects on the surface, the music from the main party still pounding in the distance.

but now he's here, surfacing a few feet away, pushing his soaked hair back with his hand.

"...seriously?!"

"what?" chris asks innocently, grinning.

"are you sick in the head?! you couldn't have used the other pool?!"

"i totally could've," he replies, eyes flicking over your frustrated face. "but you can't have a whole pool to y'self, can ya?"

you give him a flat look, pushing yourself forward, swimming toward the opposite side of the pool. he follows, swimming smoothly across the water like a predator tracking prey. the alcohol had loosened his usual controlled edges, a reckless energy in his strokes now. "gonna pretend m'not here?" he calls after you.

"been doing a good job all night."

true— your mutual friend threw a pool party, inviting literally everyone from campus, unfortunately including the frat, so you were forced to see chris the whole time. you two have been ignoring each other as much as possible, considering the fact your friends were here, but you'd lie, if you said you weren't watching him from time to time, just like he was watching you.

"ouch," he puts a dramatic hand on his chest. "you wound me."

"that would’ve required me caring whether your feelings got hurt.”

he scoffs and smirks, watching how you swim away. "you swim like an old lady."

you stopped long enough to glance over your shoulder. "huh?"

"heard me."

"you've seen old ladies swim?"

"a couple."

"i'm concerned."

you hear him snort and you swim farther away, stopping on the other side of fhe pool. "really, though, you gonna explain yourself?" you ask, but you get complete silence in response. you frown, turning around, the surface of the water settled almost completely and chris nowhere to be found. "...chris?"

he stays completely submerged, watching you from below like a shark, his feet digging into the bottom of the pool as he glides slightly across, making no sound. you hear the distant music, feel the chill of the water, wondering if he actually left you alone. though you didn't hear him getting out of the pool.

you frowned, treading water as you looked around again, the pool lights barely reaching the deep end, everything beneath the surface faded in dark blue.

"seriously?" you scoffed and scanned the water again, trying to spot him anywhere. "you're so annoying, i swear—"

just as you start to turn your head to scan the other side, two hands suddenly grip your ankles underwater. you yelp, balance slipping immediately as you get yanked downward beneath the surface.

cold water swallows you whole, eyes snapping shut on instinct as bubbles rush past your face, the world dissolving into muffled sound. the pressure around your ankles disappears and you kick upward, breaking through the surface with a sharp gasp, immediately pushing the soaked hair out of your face.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?!" you coughed, blinking water from your eyes. mascara left faint dark smudges beneath your lashes. "are you sick in the head?!"

chris surfaced right in front of your face, laughing, eyes dark with amusement and alcohol. "got scared?" he grins, looking entirely unbothered. he pushes his hair back, water dripping down his nose, eyes locking onto your smeared mascara. "you looked too peaceful, it was annoying," he shrugs, treading water effortlessly. "plus, you deserved that."

you glare at him, scrubbing at the smudged mascara beneath your eyes, only succeeding in making it worse. "stop laughing," you say when he doesn't even hide his amusement. "i'm serious. you're insane."

"and you still talkin' t'me," he shoots back.

"no, you're talking to me," you correct him. "this isn't funny. i got alcohol in my veins, i could've drown. what'd you do then?"

he looks at your serious expression and bursts out laughing again. your eyes narrow and you splash a handful of water straight into his face. he barely reacts, if anything his grin grows wider. "you're a fucking idiot."

"i've been called worse," he remarks. "you've usually got a bunch of insults ready within the first five minutes of seein' me."

"and somehow you still haven't taken a hint," you give him a fake smile, then glaring at him again.

"mm," he wipes the water from his eyes. "i know it's your weird way of flirtin'."

you stare at him in disbelief. "are you actually concussed?"

he swims closer, tilting his head. "c'mon, quit actin' like you can't stand me, when you enjoy my presence."

you blink, waiting for him to say he's joking, but he doesn't. that's when you let out an incredulous laugh. "you really are delusional, oh my god," you shake your head, pressing a hand to your forehead.

chris watches you for a second, that smug grin never leaving his face. "delusional?” he repeats. “that's a strong word from someone who keeps endin' up wherever i am.”

you let out a dry laugh, "please. you're the one being wherever i am. it's been like that before and it hasn't changed at all."

"interesting observation," he replies sarcastically, lazily swimming another stroke closer, invading your space. he watches your attempts to fix your ruined makeup, eyes trailing over the wet mascara smudges and water dripping down your face. "y'look like a raccoon," he says. "leave 'em eyes alone."

"don't tell me what to do," you shoot back.

"just sayin'," he shrugs, completely unbothered by your glare. "ya missed a spot," he points at your cheek. you slap his hand away, "can you shut up?"

"make me."

"i'm considering drowning you."

"good luck with that," he scoffs with a smirk. he doesn't look threatened in the slightest, just entertained. "i'd drag you down with me before you even got a hand on my neck." he moves his hands, creating another little splash.

"fuck, stop," you snap, turning your head around and closing your eyes to avoid getting water in them again.

"aw, can't you be fun for once?" he asks sarcastically, splashing again. his voice is smooth, dripping with that arrogant edge that used to make your blood boil.

still does.

you inhale deeply, staring at him with narrowed eyes. the silence stretches between you, muddled by alcohol, by the distant party music, by the fact that you haven't spoken all night until now. his eyes drop to your lips, then back up.

"i'm trying to figure out what's the easiest way to murder you and not get caught," you speak up.

"mmm, violent fantasies tonight. i like that," he mutters, completely unbothered, moving even closer in the water, until he's right in front of you and you have to look up. "you'd fail miserably," he adds.

"don't underestimate me, sturniolo."

his grin widens, tongue pressing into the inside of his cheek. he backs you into a corner, watching your eyes flickering to his face, then to the water surrounding you two.

"trapped," he slurrs slightly.

"i'm not scared of you, dumbass," you hold his gaze.

"should be," his voice drops an octave. he leans in closer, bracketing you against the pool edge. there's nowhere left to go, the wall is at your back and he's blocking the water in front of you. "i just dragged ya under," he reminds you. "could do it again."

you wet your bottom lip and his eyes drop again, jaw tightening for a split second before he forces his gaze back up to meet yours. the air between you feels heavy.

"i'll drag you with me this time," you finally reply.

he lets out something between a low groan and an annoyed scoff, moving in an instant to close the remaining distance. his lips crashed against yours, your fingers instinctively finding his shoulder to steady yourself as the water shifted beneath you. your lips respond and the kiss turns messy immediately. you taste the faint bitterness of beer, his hand slides into your wet hair to angle your head, kissing like he wants to swallow you whole. teeth clicking, tongues tangling, zero restraint.

your arms wrap around his shoulders as the kiss deepens. you're giving him every ounce of that resentment, every insult you never said, your fingers digging into the back of his neck. he kisses you like he wants to devour and destroy you at the same time, hands sliding down your body, gripping your thighs and picking you up effortlessly, water sloshing violently around you as your legs lock around his waist. the friction is immediate, hard and undeniable through his wet swim trunks. his cock presses right against you and you moan into his mouth, when he rolls his hips forward just to make sure you feel it— and you do. that hard ridge pressing through fabric, and you grind against him automatically, nails scraping his scalp as you pull his mouth harder against yours. he meets your grind with a sharp roll of his hips, rutting up into you, his erection dragging directly over your clit through the wet fabric.

"don't know if you this soaked from me or the water," he mutters against your lips, breaking the kiss to get some air.

your eyes flutter open, "doesn't make a difference."

"mhm, right," he hums, hand moving between your bodies, his fingers clumsy and urgent, hooking into the waistband of his trunks. "i'll make ya moan my name either way. here, in this pool, where everyone could see us."

you look around, hearing the distant music, people talking and laughing inside the house. anyone could leave any moment, and if they turn on the lights outside, you're fucked. especially that his brothers are here as well, and nick would give you shit for this, if he knew you're fucking around with chris again. he only ever wanted you two to be good, but not this good, when chris has done you dirty last year.

"gotta be careful then, no?" you ask, deciding to take the risk. he smirks, the alcohol making his movements slower than he wants, the wet fabric fighting him, but he manages to yank down his shorts, freeing himself, the water instantly cooling overhead skin.

"you're really bad at resistin' me," he replies.

"you talk too much."

he snorts, pushing your bikini to the side and guiding himself to your entrance, rubbing against your slit. you bite down on your lower lip. "so are you gonna ask me nicely to fuck your pretty pussy?"

your eyes narrow at him, his pulpils blown wide. "i gotta ask?"

you were absolutely soaked, dripping, slick and ready. the water hasn't diluted it, if anything, it's made you wetter. the tip of him slides against your opening, teasing for a second. "could just admit you missed this," he mutters, pushing in just enough for you to feel it and then pulling out. "missed my dick, 'cus no one else can do it like i do. we both know it."

"you're really full of yourself, chris."

"and you full of shit," he remarks. "you act all annoyed and then lemme do this," he pushes in again, rougher this time, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. the water resists, slowing the movement, but not enough, getting a moan out of you.

you clamp around him immediately, tight grip pulling him deeper, eyebrows drawing together and you inhale sharply through your teeth. he doesn't give you time, pulling back and sliming into you again, his grip on your thighs tightens to bruising levels.

"fuckk— oh god, chris—" you moan despite yourself, head tilting back, exposing your throat.

"yeaaaah, louder," he mumbles, starting to fuck you properly now, deep strokes that make the water ripple violently around you. "let 'em hear how good i'm makin' ya feel. how bad you love when i fuck you."

"mmhh— fuck.... you're so...annoying...—"

"is that so?" he places kisses down your throat, marking your skin. each thrust pulls a noise out of you, each retreat leaves you aching for more.

he catches your lip between his teeth mid thrust, getting a gasp from you, the water sloshing around you, splashing over the edges. your walls clench around him everytime he bottoms out. "fuck, you're always so tight, i love this shit," he groans, lifting you higher to change the angle, so he can hit deeper. the thought of someone walking out and seeing him fucking you senseless, makes him rougher than usual and you're loving it.

"nothin' smart to say this time?" he mutters against your ear, when your head drops forward against his shoulder. "shut up— oh— shittt...." you whimper, completely losing it, when his hand wraps around your throat, urging you to lift your head, your pulse thudding beneath his fingers.

"eyes on me," he demands, his own watching your face, jaw tight. the alcohol turns everything into a blur. his own pleasure, your pleasure, the distance from the house, the noise— everything except the way you clamp around his cock. it was ridiculous how intensely your body reacted to something so simple. you felt almost dizzy, heat spreading through you way too quickly, heartbeat kicking hard against your ribs.

"c-chris—" you stutter, when his thrusts turn sharper, more precise, hitting that spot deep inside you that makes your vision blur. one of his hands move from your thigh to grab your ass, fingers digging into wet skin.

"that's it, c'mon," his other hand presses harder against your throat, measuring your reaction. your eyes roll back, mouth falls open in that completely broken expression and it almost destroys him. the water adds resistance, making every thrust heavier.

his voice drops to a low, rough whisper against your ear, punctuated by harsh thrusts. "y'like that? being fucked like this in the middle of the pool? anyone could walk out and see me chokin' you, while i ruin this little pussy."

"fuck— stop... talking...." you moan, but the way your walls clench, taking him deeper, tells him everything he needs to know.

his lips curve into a smirk. "wanna try to talk back? you're too busy gettin' fucked to breathe right now." he moves his hips hard, hitting that spot again and again, knowing that makes you see stars. his hips move with a brutal rhythm, taking advantage of the water's buoyancy to lift you and slam back down on his cock.

"holy fuckkk— ah—!"

the hand on your throat slides up to wrap around your jaw, thumb pressing against your bottom lip, pushing it down. the other one leaves your ass to wrap around your waist, holding you in place for his brutal thrusts. the water churns around you, sending small waves over the side of the pool. "so fuckin' tight," he groans. "and loud. it's like you want 'em to hear us."

that pushes you over the edge, completely.

your mouth wraps around his thumb to muffle the loud noises that were escaping you now. the sudden tightness of your pussy milking his dick, makes him come almost immediately as well. he bites down on your shoulder to muffle his own groan, fingers digging into your skin harshly as he fucks you through your orgasm, drawing it out, making it last longer. his thrusts turn sloppy, less controlled, as he empties himself into you. when he finally stills, he's buried deep, the water around you slowly settles. "fuck," *he mumbles against your skin.

he had barely stopped moving when the sound of the terrace doors opening made you freeze.

a burst of laughter followed and your eyes went wide.

oh my god.

chris, on the other hand, only lazily glanced over your shoulder, seemingly far less concerned.

"yo, chris!" you heard.

nate.

you didn’t even think.

you immediately pushed yourself and chris lower into the water, practically ducking you both beneath the surface. he let out what sounded suspiciously like a laugh underwater, completely unbothered by the situation.

you quickly untangled your legs from around him and swam a few feet away, turning your back to him as you fixed your bikini and tried to get your breathing under control.

a few seconds later, you two surfaced from opposite sides of the pool. you wiped the water from your face, climbing out of the water as nonchalant as possible.

nate stopped by the edge, looking between you and grinning, but his eyes then narrowed. chris stood next to you now, nate's eyes moving between you both back and forth.

there was a small pause.

"deadass?" nate finally speaks, giving you two a look.

you closed your eyes.

"in the pool?!"

"quiet," you shush him, glaring at him. nate snorts, shaking his head. "you two really couldn't wait to get inside?"

"that's not—"

"i get it now," he says, looking at chris with a bigger grin. "why he's been so stubborn 'bout ya," he looks back at you. "you're just like him. freak matched. oh god, you weirdos, people swim in there."

now your eyes narrow. "you don't seem exactly surprised...." then you glance at chris who was standing there with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. your jaw nearly drops. "oh god you know? he knows—? you told him?!"

"did he tell me you're hookin' up again?" nate raises his eyebrows. "wasn't that pretty obvious?"

"it happened," chris shrugs. you slap his arm, "i told you not to tell anyone!"

"c'mon, s'just me," nate says. "it's none of my business, really. i won't tell anyone."

"you better not."

"m'not," he promises, still grinning. he tilts his head and looks at the pool. "so as a good future uncle, i may resign from swimmin' in here. y'know, your kids are somewhere in that water, floating 'round—"

chris rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"oh god," you give them one last murderous look, before walking back toward the house, grabbing a towel from the chair on your way there.

"what? i don't wanna hurt chris junior by accident. or little chrissy."

one last thing you heard was how chris told nate to shut the fuck up. then you were already inside, rubbing your temples.

you wanted to erase those last words from your memory.

chris feels a deep sense of shame each time his thoughts drift in your presence. god, he has friends with kids your age. it isn’t right. and he’ll never say it aloud, but that only makes it more pleasurable when he’s awake long into the early hours of the morning, legs tangled up in his sheets, his fist pumping his cock while he imagines your pretty mouth in its place. so wrong.

he tells himself he'll stop every time he sees your face the next day, smiling all sweet and innocent. you know exactly how to make him feel like a piece of shit without even realising. 

not to mention that all the sleepless nights, paired with his constantly distracted mind, are taking a toll on his work. his job is the most important thing to him, after his daughter, and his boss is beginning to pick up on the fact that something is amiss.

no problem. he'll just work later to pick up the extra slack. it's just a coincidence that this means later shifts for you, too. he always pays you double for the extra hours, and chris is sure you don't mind the cosy evenings in his lush apartment; he usually finds you curled up on the couch in his blankets, watching some stupid reality tv show, drinking whatever wine you find in his pantry.

he allows it. you are an exceedingly good employee, after all. summer is always fast asleep by the time he arrives home, and always wakes up disappointed to discover that her beloved babysitter already left in the night.

overall, it isn't a bad situation. yes, he gets a little pent up every now and again, but his daughter really does seem happy, and chris isn't the type to complain about a little eye candy around the apartment. you're the first woman to frequent his home since his wife left, and it's certainly not an unwelcome presence. plus, you still seem to be entirely oblivious to the depraved thoughts he has about you.

you almost killed him last night, though. he came home hours late to find you fast asleep on his couch, looking so sweet and warm in slumber, your lips puffy and slightly parted. his conscience simply wouldn’t allow him to leave you there, sleeping so close to the front door, completely vulnerable. plus, what if you hurt your back sleeping on the uncomfortable couch? you're fragile, you see.

so he scooped you up in his arms, planning to carry you to the more cosy guest bedroom. but when you let out a sleepy whine and wrapped your arms around him, chris swore his heart stopped beating all together. he couldn't waste any more time.

he carried you down the hall to the guest bedroom, tucking you into the bed that hadn’t been occupied for quite some time now. he let out a heavy sigh as he watched the way you instinctively curled up into the blankets before swiftly leaving the room and racing down the hall to his own bedroom. he almost stumbled trying to kick off his jeans, and as soon as he was free from the suffocating fabric, he collapsed into bed to take care of his raging hard-on. 

he tucked his shirt between his teeth to stifle his groans, terrified of waking you despite your being deep in sleep on the opposite side of the apartment. his cock twitched eagerly as he peeled his boxers away from his sweaty skin, but he instead reached down to cup his aching balls, palming them gently with the heel of his hand. each time he thinks of you to jerk off, which is most times, he likes to prolong the process, not allowing himself to cum the first time he feels the urge. he likes the reminder that what he’s doing is wrong, that it shouldn’t be so easy for him.

he lifted his hand to brush a thumb against his dripping tip, but he had to withdraw it immediately to stop himself from cumming on the spot. he tilted his head back, his breathing rough and heavy as he waited for the pleasure to subside a little.

he repeated that process a couple more times until his legs were shaking and his teeth were clenching down so hard on his shirt that he thought he might tear the fabric. he couldn’t hold back the needy moan that escaped him as his cum spilled out across his stomach, desperately and repeatedly muttering your name under his breath as the image of you peacefully asleep just down the hall filled his mind.

you’re entirely disoriented when you wake up the next morning. it takes a minute for you to recall falling asleep on chris’s couch last night, and to recognise your surroundings as the guest room chris had shown you on your very first day working for him, when he gave you a quick tour of the apartment.

you yawn and slip out of the bed, still in your makeup and clothes from yesterday. you wander into the kitchen to find chris already up and brewing a coffee.

“oh, you’re awake!” he sets his mug down, accidentally slamming it a little too hard on the countertop as he gives a strained smile.

“did i fall asleep here?” you mumble, your voice still groggy from sleep.

“uh, yeah. you were passed out on the couch when i got home.” he pauses for a second, looking slightly sheepish. “i hope it’s okay that i didn’t wake you. you looked so… comfortable.”

“it’s not a problem, mr sturniolo. are you making coffee?”

“god, how many times do i have to tell you to call me chris? ‘mr sturniolo’ makes me feel so old.” he looks a little more at ease now, smiling as he gestures to the coffee pot. “please, have some. you want something to eat, too?”

not long later, you’re sitting opposite your employer at his kitchen island with a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee. you watch him eat his toast while he scrolls the news on his phone, and you can’t help it as your mind starts to drift.

you’ve noticed the way he looks at you, of course. you’d have to be a fool not to. but he’s always polite to you, never oversteps or makes inappropriate comments. you can tell he’s grown unused to having women in the house by his permanent state of being slightly flustered and awkward with you. and you have to admit, it is a little entertaining to provoke him, acting completely innocent as you purposely bend over in front of him to pick up summer’s toys or brush past him a little too closely. just harmless fun.

your eyes focus in on the way his jaw shifts as he chews, and you wonder how long it’s been since he last had sex. he doesn’t exactly seem like he’s active, but he’s an attractive guy. respectful. he has money. why hasn’t he—

“so, uh–” chris clears his throat. “i’m dropping summer off at her mom’s this morning. do you want a ride, too?”

you stare at him blankly for a second before your mind catches up to the present. “oh, that’d be great, thank you mr– uh, chris.”

he smiles and heads into summer’s room, and a few minutes later she walks out clinging onto his hand, her little pink backpack slung over her shoulder, ecstatic at the fact that you’re still here.

you sit in the passenger seat of chris’s car, waiting as he buckles up summer’s seatbelt and walks around to the driver’s seat. he tells you he’ll drop you off first, and as he starts driving, you glance out of the window and start to daydream again.

it’s not the first time chris has dropped you home – sometimes, when he gets back extra late, he worries about you making your way home alone and insists on taking you. but this is your first time being driven home in the morning, and you imagine this must be what it’d be like to have a one night stand with him. making you breakfast and driving you home, like the gentleman he is. 

you risk a glance at his hands, large and veiny but gentle as he guides the steering wheel, and you quickly turn away again, starting to feel a little guilty. here is a man doing a kind deed for you after you fell asleep on the job, and now you’re making it dirty. you need to get it together before he catches on.

he pulls up outside your house and gives you a kind smile. “looks like we’re here. you get some good rest, okay kid?”

“i will. thank you, chris.” you say your goodbyes to summer, who tries to convince you to accompany her to her mom’s house, and quickly leave the car. as you’re unlocking the door, you glance over the shoulder to find chris’s car still parked outside, watching to make sure you get inside safely, as he always does.

my first fic for this pairing omg i am so excited 😊