Falling For Chris

𝐇𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞!

𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞:

𝐌𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐭 ♡︎ 𝟐𝟐 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 🍁 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 ♍︎ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐧🍁

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥🧡 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🍁🍁🍁

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Knock me off my feet

Contains: rockstar Matt x photographer reader, kissing, swearing, fingering, p n v, oral, unprotected sex (always wear protection) taking photos, hint of dom Matt.

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The sound of guitar fills the arena. Cheers from the fans roar behind you. Quickly, your flash from the camera captures the band entering the stage. Upfront, lead singer Matt Sturniolo hits the stage. You capture him smiling at the crowd in awe that this is the biggest place they have ever played. Snapping a few pictures of him nodding at the rest of the band, ready to begin the show, right before he glances down your way and gives a smirk. You pull your camera away from your face, and your cheeks heat up, turning pink. Since the beginning of the tour, Matt and you have always shared flirting moments, but you are focused on your job at the end of the day, and truly, why would a rockstar like him want anything to do with you?

An hour later, the last song starts to play. Matt grabs the mic and addresses the crowd. “I’m glad y’all are enjoying the show!” The crowd roars behind you, and you get your last few shots of the band. “This song is for someone that recently has truly knocked me on my feet.” He looks directly into the lens of your camera and gives you a wink.

As the lights dim, you make your way backstage. Looking down at your camera, already planning how to edit each photo, an arm wraps around your shoulder, and the scent of cologne, sweat, and a hint of cigarettes fills the air around you. Matt is giving you a smirk and pushes a toothpick in his mouth, wrapping his arm more around you.

“Enjoy the show?” He asks, his voice a bit coarse from the show.

“Yeah, it was amazing!” You beam at him, genuinely impressed.

Matt stops walking, and so do you. “The last song was my favorite.” Matt speaks as he gently grabs your hand, and his thumb rubs back and forth on your hand. “Come to my dressing room.” Matt starts to lead you, and you don’t fight it at all.

The two of you enter his dressing room. It’s warm, a little messy with clothes and other things scattered around. His guitar sits in the corner, and you take your camera out and get a snap of the décor and look of his dressing room.

Matt takes the camera out of your hands and smiles. “Everyone ever take pictures of you?”

You shake your head no, and suddenly you notice how close he is standing to you. You feel your tummy do a flip as Matt reaches to brush your cheek and chin. “That’s a shame you’re beautiful,” Matt whispers.

Matt guides you to the couch in his room and makes you sit. You take a breath and look around the room. When the flash from your camera goes off, you jump and find Matt taking a picture of you. You both let out a giggle, and you start to pose dramatically. He laughs while taking pictures. His head pops up from behind the camera, and he bites his lip and rubs his chin with his thumb. “Can I see more of you?” He asks.

You laugh breathlessly and then see his eyes get darker, and the giggles from him have stopped. You swallow hard and stare at him wide-eyed. “Why? You are literally a rockstar; you could have anyone?” You look down quickly at your hands, fiddling with each other nervously.

Matt shifts to the floor, putting the camera down next to him and gets on his knees in front of you. “You are the only person I want,” he simply states as his hands gently touch your knees. You feel yourself parting your thighs, letting him in closer.

Matt places his hands higher on your thighs, feeling your skin and traveling up towards your skirt. He leans down and gives the inner side of your knee a gentle, small kiss. He looks up through his lashes, looking for signs to continue. You lick your lips, and your breath hitches as you let out a breathy “yes…”

With that, Matt continues to kiss and lick, pushing your skirt up until he is met with your lacy black panties. He kisses where you need him most, and you groan at your pussy being clothed. “More… I need more.” Matt smirks and pulls your panties to the side. Cold air brushes against your exposed skin, making you jump a bit. He gently swipes at your clit and circles it. You throw your head back and shut your eyes when you notice a flash go off. Looking down, Matt is between your legs, his lips glistening from your wetness, a smirk on his face while holding your camera, capturing you two in the act.

“My turn.” He says as he pulls you up and sits down. His bossing you around brings something out of you wanting to do anything to please him. So you dig your knees into the hard ground and undo his belt and pants. In seconds, your lips are wrapped around his cock, and your tongue is swirling around the tip. Another flash goes off while you let out a small gag from how big he is. You let him go with a pop, and he takes another picture of your makeup running down your cheek and your lipstick slightly smeared.

As quickly as he moves, making you feel dizzy, Matt is on his feet, pulling you up and laying you down on the couch. Matt then pulls your skirt up over your hips and rips your panties off of you. Letting out a gasp, he drags his cock over your slit and looks down into your eyes. He watches as your eyes screw shut as he pushes himself into you. You let out a moan, and Matt bottoms out inside of you, burrowing into the side of your neck.

Matt takes a few seconds as you get used to his size. Then he starts to gently rock his hips, thrusting in and out. Your hand slaps the back of his shirt and grips it tightly. He starts to move more desperately, and you both breathe heavily and get out a moan. You grab the back of Matt’s neck and pull him in for a kiss. Sharing a passionate kiss between the two of you, one of Matt’s hands moves to the left of you.

He pulls away and is pounding into you, looking down at you in pure ecstasy. He brings the lens to your camera up to his face, snapping pictures of you. He continues to take pictures as you get closer to finishing. You start to feel it build in your lower belly, and moments later, the band snaps, and you feel your wall clamp down around him as you feel him fill you up with his own release.

Matt collapses, holding you tight next to him. You hide your face into the side of his neck while you try to catch your breath. Then you hear a snap of your camera go off, and you look up at Matt. He is taking another photo, but this time it’s of the both of you.

“I really want to keep that one.” He says as he plants a kiss on the top of your head, and your cheeks turn a warm pink.

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Chris:

Smut~

Chris in a knot

Birthday Girl

Scream for me

A Little Game Of Twister

Fingered through your hair

Sunday Morning

Let’s count

Fluff~

What Are You Scared Of?

It Matters How this Ends (Part One)

Be My Mistake (part two)

Sleepover

Pancakes

Matt:

Smut~

Making a Mess

Hands to Yourself

Knock me off my feet

Fluff~

The Nesting stage (Requested story)

Our baby

Leather and Lace

Nick: (coming soon)

Smut~

Be My Mistake… (part 2)

Contains: mention of alcohol, kissing, light hair pulling, dry humping, light dom Chris, expression of feelings, fluff, light smut.

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You stand at the front door, autumn wind twirling around you, bringing a chill to your skin. Still, you can’t find the strength to open the front door. The sound of friends is muffled from the inside. It’s been 5 months. These are your friends; no way he would be here. After all, he moved to California. He is living his dream, and you… well, you’re just living. It’s been a hard 5 months. Afraid that someone will catch you just standing here, deep in thought. You take a deep breath and slowly turn the door handle to a warm living room filled with friends and laughter.

Eyes all shift to you, and you give people a small smile and a wave. This literally couldn’t be more awkward. A couple of your closest friends lightly jog over to you, excited and smiling ear to ear.

“Oh my gosh, girl, you made it!” Says your one friend, giving you a hug. You let out an airy laugh.

“Yeah, girl, I thought you were gonna never leave your place.” Another friend says, giving your arm a light poke.

Brushing off all the comments of your absence, you give them a shrug and look for a drink. You definitely need it to get through tonight. You can admit hiding for the past 5 months probably wasn’t the healthiest thing to do, but everyone heals heartbreak differently.

The music is playing in the back, and everyone is sharing a story followed by laughter. You sit on the couch, and you feel yourself relax. Maybe this wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be. As the thought crosses your mind, the front door opens to the sound of multiple rambunctious voices. Your head picks up, and you almost swear the party starts to spin. You blink a couple of times as you watch three men walk in: Nick, Matt, and… no, it can’t be. Chris. You quickly avoid his eyes and pray he didn’t see you. Maybe this couch you are sitting on will swallow you whole? You reach for your friend’s arm, bringing her closer to you.

“What are they doing back here?” You whisper, still avoiding looking up at them. She just answers you with a shrug and turns away, continuing to enjoy the party.

You, on the other hand, are in complete panic mode. Closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose, you feel the seat next to you dip and the warmth of someone familiar drape over you. Chris… Chris Sturniolo

“I didn’t know you would be here.” He mumbles almost to himself, but the sound of his voice makes you jump a little.

“I didn’t think you would be back in Boston.” You whisper so low it almost gets drowned in the sound of the music around you two.

“Boston will always be where my heart is.” He says and leans his elbows on his knees and rests his face in his hands, looking at you.

Silence and stillness follow as his words echo the chaos of a party playing around both of you. Will you look at each other for the first time since that last night you had together? Your heart is pounding in your ears, and you feel it’s suddenly very hard to breathe.

“I-I…” You can’t find the words and truly you don’t know what to say. Instead, you shoot out of your chair almost like it’s on fire. Rushing to the front door, you take off trying to leave. You swear you hear your name being called, but it doesn’t stop your rush to the door. A warm hand finds your wrist and stops you, whipping you around to face him. You both stop in the hallway, away from the party.

“My heart will always be with you.” Chris confesses.

Heat filles your face making your cheeks turn pink.

The look of regret shows on Chris’s face as he steps closer and puts both hands over yours, intangling your fingers. At the same time, you both look down at them, and you step closer to him.

“I was a fucking idiot for ever leaving you.” He admits as his hand comes up to brush your cheek and jaw lightly.

“Don’t ever say that about chasing your dreams. You should be proud of all the things you get to accomplish.” You say, looking into his eyes, meaning every word.

You both share a small smile, and Chris’s eyes look down at your lips.

“C-Chris…” you say breathlessly as he gets closer and his lips ghostly touch yours. “Chris. T-This is a mistake. We shouldn’t do this.”

“Be my mistake.” He says as he suddenly crashes his lips against yours.

You feel a rush and a fever engulf your body. You feel yourself give into him, and you push your hands through his familiar locks of hair. A moan escapes his mouth. Chris pushes the two of you against a wall, and you feel him slide his legs between yours. Your tongues are battling for dominance, and his hands roam your body.

“Chris…” You moan out, and it makes him feel alive again.

Chris parts your legs, and you feel him move his leg where you crave him the most. You feel yourself start to grind on his leg. You would die of embarrassment if anyone caught you right now, but with Chris, you don’t care.

Breaking the kiss, they both look down to see the slight damp patch on Chris’s jeans. He looks up and gives you a sly smile as you close your eyes and let out another moan.

“Come on, baby. Show me what you need from me. God, it’s been so long. I can’t even touch myself without thinking of you. Has it been the same for you?” Chris says in a husky voice, kissing your neck.

“God, yes. I can’t cum without thinking of you.” You moan, grinding yourself harder and quicker.

“That’s it, my girl. Cum all over my leg, baby.” He whispers in your ear.

With that, you come undone, and you feel yourself let go.

For a couple of minutes, he holds you as you catch your breath. He listens to your breaths and closes his eyes, not wanting to let go. You also don’t want to let him go; for the first time in months, you feel warmth, love, and hope. Then, reality hits you. You feel your world closing in, and you start to pull away.

“No, a couple more seconds. I miss holding you.” Chris admits, still trying to hold you close to his chest.

You gently push off of him, feeling your eyes cloud with tears. “Chris… I-I… I have to go.” Turning to leave, he grabs your hand one more time, and you share a look. Yours is filled with heartbreak, and his’s is filled with hope.

“Go back to LA, Chris… Just forget about me, us, everything that’s happened.

He lets go of your hand and stands in shock, watching you leave. You close the front door to your friend’s house party, and you wipe your tears. Deep down, you know you can’t be his mistake. The mistake that makes him give up his dreams.

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬...

Contains: kissing, nipple play, food play, light dom Matt, praising, blindfold. Reader X Matt

𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍

You lie in bed fully exposed, your heart is racing, and your chest is moving quickly up and down. The darkness from your blindfold leaves your head spinning with anticipation. You know he left the room, but is he back?

“Matt?” You call out. No response other than you feel the bed shift.

You suddenly feel his warm hands wrap around your ankles, giving them a slight squeeze.

“Be still, I don’t want to stain the sheets.” He says at a low tone while he slowly pushes your legs to wrap around his waist.

“Stain? Matt, what’s happening?” You question, pushing yourself up by your elbows.

He lets out a low growl at you, and you find yourself getting quiet and laying back down.

“Good girl.” He praises you

You can’t see his face, but you know there is a smile on his face over how obedient you are to him.

Matt’s lips ghostly hover over your lips, and you let out a small moan, wanting to feel his warm lips.

He gives in and starts to kiss you. Slow at first, it grows with more hunger. With your legs wrapped around his waist, you can feel his clothed bulge rub against your bare pussy. So you try to add friction, but he pulls away.

The bed shifts some more, and suddenly a sweet smell starts to fill the room. His lips come back to yours, but they aren’t the same as before. He has a cold feeling to them. They are slightly wet and sweet. He kisses you, and you start to taste pomegranate. He lets one pearl fall past your lips, and you chew it.

His cold lips fall past your lips to your neck, sending goosebumps in its wake. After every few seconds, he returns for more fruit, then goes back to slowly touching you.

Suddenly the touching stopped, and you squirmed a little.

“Don’t move.” He says grabbing your face.

A cold sensation starts to develop on your right nipple. It’s hard to stay still, but you do. Your nipple peaks hard under the cold feeling. You cover your eyes to try to figure out what it could be. You feel a pearl slightly roll off your chest.

Matt goes to your nipple, covered in pomegranates and juice, and slowly eats each one off. Sucking and nipping as he goes. Your breath hitsches at the cold fruit mixed with his warm breath.

Your left nipple gets bitter cold as you feel the cold metal spoon being pressed on it. You let out a squeak and you shake under his touch.

“M-Matt… oh god. Matt…” you repeat his name like a chant.

The juice of his favorite fruit gets poured down your chest to your navel. And you feel him kiss, lick, and nip his way down your stomach.

The blindfold is ripped from your face, and your eyes adjust to the light. Looking down, you see your skin covered in red juice and pieces of pomegranate scattered about. Your eyes meet Matt’s icy blue ones. Making his way further down where you crave him the most.

His head rises from you and gives you a lustful smile.

“Looks like we made a mess.” He says and lightly chuckles.

“I don’t care. I need you, Matt.” You whine at him, gripping a juice-covered sheet under you.

“My favorite fruit and my favorite girl. I’m in heaven.” He says as his head dips lower, finally tasting your sweet juices.

𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍

Contains: smut!!! sub!chris, edging, denial, cumming on hands, blowjob, sex toy (vibrator), pet names, begging, tied up….

𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎

Chris doesn’t remember how he got here, but he isn’t complaining one bit. He lies on your shared bed naked, watching you get undressed and straddling his legs. He is so focused on your body that he doesn’t notice what’s in your hand.

Reaching for his wrist, you put them above his head. The soft feel of a ribbon wrapped around his wrist brings his eyes to look up from your body.

He chuckles. “You are really something else tonight…huh?” He says, smirking at you.

“Just trying something new… let me know if you want to stop.” You say, biting your lip and finishing the knot.

You reach for Chris’s cock and grip it in your hand. Giving it a gentle squeeze, you feel him grow harder in your hand. He slightly moves and lets out a hum.

“M-more, baby…” he says, watching your hand slowly pump him.

With that, you gently give his mushroom tip a kitten lick, and he jerks more. Taking his tip fully in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around, and his hands come flying towards your head, wanting more. You lightly swat his hands away, and his cock pops out of your mouth.

“Hands stay up there.” You say as your eyes darken and his breath quickens. His hands return to above his head.

You give him a kiss for listening, but you have a surprise he doesn’t know about. Keeping him distracted with your lips, you place the small vibrator to his tip and turn on the lowest setting.

He breaks the kiss with a moan. He looks down and sees his very red tip leaking precum. Just when he feels he is near the end, it abruptly shuts off.

Chris lets out a whine and a moan and lifts his hips up to reach you. “P-please, Mama… I need it.”

“Such a good boy you are, saying please.” You say, smiling at him.

You place the vibrator back on his tip on the low setting. The sound of him whining fills the air. You gently love it down his shaft, and before reaching the tip, you turn it up one more speed. 

“Yes! Fuck! O-oh god! I’m gonna cum!” Chris grasps and struggles to speak.

Your hand flies up to his mouth and covers it. “Shhh… you don’t get to cum until I say so.” You say as you look deep into his tear-filled blue eyes.

You edge him a few more times to the point he is thrashing on the bed and is begging with a tear on his cheek. His cock is twitching and leaking so much. You shut off the vibrator and quickly jerk him off.

“Come on, baby, cum for me.” You say, pumping him faster and tighter.

With that, Chris lets out a scream as he puts a scream behind your hand and starts to cum. Ropes of white-hot cum blanket your hand and his lower stomach.

As he comes down from his high, you remove your hand, and he takes deep breaths. Reaching for the ribbon, you untie him and go to get a rag to clean him up. After you finish, you cuddle up next to him, and Chris is flushed red and is still trying to calm his breathing.

“Is this something you liked?” You ask, gently running your fingers in his hair.

“Liked? More like loved! But next time you’re the one being tied up.” He says, smirking and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎

It Matters How This Ends…

Contains: break up, crying, bf!chris, Chris X reader, one last time, kissing, pnv (unprotected), light hair pulling, Soft Chris,

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You sit on your floor tapping up the last box in your apartment. The place is cold and empty. No longer warm, filled with light, and laughter. You feel the tears forming at your waterline, but you try your hardest not to have them fall. Your phone pings, and you can’t bring yourself to look at it. You fear who it could be.

Pulling yourself off the floor, there is a light knock on the door. Immediately, your heart rate picks up, and your hands slightly shake. You beg to yourself, “Please, please don’t be him.”

You unlock the door and open it slightly. Your eyes meet that same blue eye you once dreamed about. Chris Sturniolo stands in your doorway.

He awkwardly stands there rocking on his heels. His hand goes to his hair and lightly brushes his hands through it. Clearing his throat, he speaks first.

“Um hi… I-i…” he struggles to find the words, so you speak instead.

“Chris… do you want to come in?” You say, moving to the side so he can step in.

Chris smiles lightly and strides in. You watch him as he slowly takes in the apartment you once shared. He has a small frown on his face.

“Wow… it looks different. Really different.” He says, lightly tracing the tape on a moving box, avoiding eye contact.

“Chris… what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on your way across the country?”

Ever since Chris’s career has been taking off with his brothers, the move to California was inevitable. It was the driving force to split you two up. Knowing how hard it would be being too far away from each other. You have your own dreams and wants, and Chris has opposite ones of yours. Your shared apartment sits empty now, and your hearts sit shattered. You still see Chris, even standing here as the man you loved the most and will probably love forever.

Chris finally turns to face you. “I just wanted to say goodbye to you. I couldn’t leave yet without seeing you one more time. I know it’s selfish and probably wrong, but I had to.” He lets out a deep breath with the weight of his words.

“Chris…” your voice cracks a bit as you speak, and Chris cuts off your words.

“Remember when we moved in… we literally had a couch and one lamp.” He says, smiling at the memories.

Your eyes shift to the floor at him and let out a small, airy laugh. “I remember the night we had that storm and the lights went out. We had so many candles lit that you thought we were going to burn the place down.”

“What about the time before this place when we went on the drive around town? Going to a new restaurant and found our favorite pasta place.” He says, smiling at you and taking a small step towards you.

Your eyes look into his as you smile at the thought. “I remember our first kiss; it was sweet and tender.” You say, biting your bottom lip and stepping closer.

Chris’s eyes hold a bit of confusion. “You know…? I can’t remember our last kiss. I can’t remember when that was.” His head hangs a little in shame.

“I don’t remember the last time we made love.” You admit it out loud.

His head snaps up, meeting your eyes. He steps closer to you, and his warm fingers lightly touch yours.

“I remember that…. I’ll always remember those moments with you.” He says, stepping so close that you can feel his breath fan your face. You smile at him, knowing he holds much value in those times together as much as you do.

You both share a look. Chris flashes you that boyish smile, and you feel your cheeks flush pink, and you bite your lip. The two of you have flashes in your mind of your intimate moments.

Chris reaches for a piece of hair that has fallen past your ear, and he tucks it back in place. His fingers trace your jaw, and his thumb traces your bottom lip. Your breath hitches.

“Chris…” before you can finish, Chris smashes his lips against yours. You both move in familiar sync, and you moan into his touch.

Your hands find his hair, and he grabs you by the hips. He pulls you closer, and you feel him grow harder against you.

You break away for a second, and Chris looks into your eyes. “Is this okay?” He asks, searching for an answer.

“Yes… I want this, Chris. I need this last goodbye.” You spoke while gently twirling his hair at the back of his neck.

In one swift motion, he picks you up, and your legs wrap around his waist. He carries you down to your once-shared bedroom. All that sits in the empty room is the mattress on the floor.

Chris places you gently down, and you lay down with your hair fanned around you. He takes a minute just to look at you, wanting to remember this forever.

Reaching for your shirt, you pull it over your head, and he quickly takes off his. Soon, his belt and pants come off next, and so do yours. Chris pulls your panties off, and he can see you’re already wet and slick. You reach for his boxers, and he pulls them off.

Chris gently takes his cock and rubs it up and down your slit. You let out a moan and reach for your bra, taking it off.

He lines his cock up with your wet, needy hole. He gently pushes in, and you both gasp at the feeling. While watching, he slowly pushes inch by inch, feeling your walk stretch and flutter around him. Finally, he bottoms out, and his eyes flicker to your face. Your face is twisted in pleasure and maybe a little pain. Not physical but emotional.

His lisp finds yours and watches your face relax. Slowly, he moves, pumping in and out.

“Oooh god… yes! Chris! I-I…” you moan and grip his biceps.

“Fuck… you feel so good. You are made for my body and soul.” He says, thrusting his hips harder.

Chris takes you by your hips and swiftly flips you over. He pounds back into you from behind. He takes your hair in his fist and gives it a light pull. It’s enough that makes you bounce onto him at the same pace. You both ignore the squeaky cry of the mattress under you.

You feel yourself getting closer to finishing, and you secretly wish it never would.

“I’m gonna cum Chris!” You moan loudly.

“Cum! I’m here with you cum on my cock, baby…” Chris breathes against your ear.

With that, the band in your lower belly snaps, and you feel yourself come undone. At the same time, you feel Chris fill you one last time.

You lay there on your stomach while Chris pulls out of you. For a second, you close your eyes, and a tear starts to flow down your cheek. Never turning to see him, but you feel his heart break as well.

Chris stands to get dressed and leans over, dips his face to the back of your head. He takes a second to plant a kiss on the back of your head, then turns and leaves. You lie there, tears silently flowing, knowing it’s mattered how this ended, because what if you never love again?

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