๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ โเญจเงโ Chris Sturniolo
warnings ~ smut, p n v, mirror sex, rough sex, oral (both receiving)
pairing ~ enemies to lovers, frat boy!chris and exbsf!reader
word count: 2.1k
เญจเง - frat boy!chris sees you at his house party. and after a useless fuss, he follows you in the bathroom..
the music was too loud. not in the โwow, this party is poppinโโ way, but in the โif one more remix of travis scott echoes through this drywall Iโm going to physically combustโ way. the air reeked of cheap beer, someoneโs overly confident cologne, and a hint of weed that was probably coming from upstairs. classic frat house cocktail.
you werenโt even supposed to be here. โjust stop by,โ your friend, bertie, had said. โitโll be fun.โ and yet here you wereโsquished on a stained couch between two strangers making out like extras in a bad teen drama, scrolling through your phone just to avoid eye contact with anyone too drunk to be decent.
and of course he was here.
chris sturniolo, in all his frat boy glory. backwards hat, red solo cup glued to his hand, the kind of smirk that made girls forget he was kind of a dick most of the time. you caught sight of him across the room, surrounded by a group of guys who probably peaked in high school, laughing at some joke he definitely made about someone elseโs outfit. typical.
he hadnโt seen you yet. or maybe he had and just didnโt care. either option felt equally annoying.
you looked away first.
not because you wanted to. but because if you stared too long, someone might catch you doing itโhe might catch you doing itโand the last thing you needed tonight was to be another blip on chrisโs radar. or worse, another snapchat story.
you kept your eyes glued to your phone screen, pretending like you were texting someoneโanyone. but of course, you could feel it when he got closer. the room didnโt go silent or anything dramatic like that, but your stomach still flipped like it knew before your brain did.
he leaned on the wall next to the couch with that same cocky smirk you rememberedโcasual and annoying and way too sure of himself.
โdidnโt expect to see you here,โ he said. like he hadnโt already spotted you ten minutes ago. like he didnโt look at you the same way he used to when things wereโcomplicated.
you didnโt look up. โdidnโt expect to still be hearing your voice.โ
that made him laugh. he shifted his cup between his hands, eyebrows raised. โstill got that sharp mouth, huh?โ
you finally glanced over, unimpressed. โstill got that ego?โ
โi meanโโ he shrugged, smugโ โone of us has to make up for your lack of personality.โ
you sat up straighter, scoffing. โyouโre literally just a walking clichรฉ, Chris.โ
โokay, and youโreโwhat? better than all this?โ he gestured to the crowd, the noise, the chaos. โyouโre still here. still pretending you donโt love the attention.โ
your jaw clenched. โyou think I came here to see you?โ
โdidnโt say that,โ he said, leaning in just slightly, โbut you brought me up first.โ
that stung. because it was true. and he knew it. of course he knew it.
you stood up abruptly, brushing past him. โyouโre actually so full of yourself itโs embarrassing.โ
chris didnโt move out of the way. he didnโt even blink.
โyou talk a lot of shit for someone who claims to not like attention.โ
you paused, back half-turned, pulse racing. you hated how good he was at this. hated the way he looked at her like he was already ten steps ahead. like he was daring you to say something else.
so you didnโt.
you just rolled your eyes, muttered, โi need a break from this,โ and started walking.
and of courseโof courseโhe followed.
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the upstairs bathroom was grimy and dim, but quiet enough. you locked the door behind you with a sigh, leaning over the sink, trying to breathe.
thenโtwo knocks.
your eyes narrowed. โoccupied.โ
โitโs me.โ
you didnโt even have to ask. that voice was too fucking familiar.
โgo away.โ
chris didnโt. โcome on. let me in.โ
you hesitated longer than you shouldโve, but still unlocked the door. he slid in without missing a beat, locking it behind him like it was his house.
โwhat do you want?โ you asked, arms crossed.
he leaned against the sink like this was casual. โjust figured if I waited long enough, iโd catch you alone.โ
โoh, thatโs definitely not creepy.โ
โcreepy, but effective,โ he said with a smirk. โworked, didnโt it?โ
you stared at him, jaw tight. โyou seriously think you can act like a dick all night and still get your way?โ
chris took a step forward. โyou tell me.โ
he was close now. close enough to smell his cologne, to see the glint in his eye. your back hit the counter, breath caught halfway between a curse and something you didnโt want to admit.
โone kiss,โ he said, voice low. โlet me prove it.โ
your swallowed. โprove what?โ
โthat you still want me.โ
you hated how your heart jumped at thatโhated how right he probably was.
you didnโt answer. instead, you grabbed his hoodie.
and pulled. hard.
the kiss was messy, hot, too much and somehow not enough. his hands found your waist like theyโd never left it, and when his fingers slid under your shirt, you didnโt stop him.
because somewhere between the arguing and the lock clicking behind himโ
youโd already decided not to fight it.
chris kissed you like heโd been waiting all fucking night for itโhands gripping your waist, mouth hot and hungry against yours. his tongue slid past your lips without asking, like he already knew heโd get what he wanted.
you pulled at his hoodie until he shrugged it off, tossing it behind him without looking. he didnโt stop kissing you as his hands slid under your shirt, fingers brushing up your sides and tugging your bra up just enough to get his hands on your tits.
โFuck,โ he mumbled against your mouth, thumbs brushing over your nipples. โYou still feel so good.โ
you bit your lip, breath catching. โyou say that like youโve had me before.โ
chris smirked. โnot yet.โ
his lips dropped to your neck, sucking a mark into your skin while his hands went lowerโunbuttoning your jeans and dragging them down your thighs like he couldnโt get them off fast enough. you kicked them off, heart racing as he dropped to his knees in front of you, eyes already locked on your cunt like he was starving.
โno panties?โ he asked, almost laughing.
โthey were uncomfortable.โ
he looked up at you with a grin. โyouโre gonna kill me.โ
you opened your mouth to tease him, but his tongue was already on youโslow and flat, licking one long stripe from your entrance to your clit. you gasped, grabbing the edge of the sink behind you as your knees buckled.
chris groaned like he meant it, wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you closer and burying his face between your legs. his tongue flicked over your clit again and again, fast and messy, and when he sucked on it just right, you moaned his name without meaning to.
โgod, chrisโโ
he pulled back just enough to speak, lips slick. โstill think Iโm just a cocky asshole?โ
you didnโt answer.
didnโt need to.
your fingers curled in his hair and shoved him back where you needed him. he laughed low in his throat and went to workโtongue fucking you, moaning against you like it got him off, like eating your pussy was the only reason he came to this party in the first place.
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he stood up too slowly, wiping his mouth like he hadnโt just made you cum with just his tongue. his hair was a mess, eyes dark and smug.
โiโm not done with you,โ he muttered, spinning you around.
your hands caught the sink. the mirror was fogged, your reflection flushed and breathless. before you could say anything, chris pressed against your back, pulling your shirt off and dragging his cock along your ass through his sweats.
โlook at yourself,โ he said, voice low in your ear. โyou see how fucked out you already look?โ
you did. lips swollen, eyes heavy, legs still shaking.
chris shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock, already hard. he ran the tip through your slick, smirking.
โyou wanted this, didnโt you?โ he said.
you whimpered.
that was all he needed.
he pushed in slow, stretching you open. your head dropped, but chris grabbed your chin and forced your gaze back up.
โno,โ he said, thrusting deeper. โeyes on the fucking mirror.โ
he started movingโslow at first, then fast and brutal, each thrust slamming you into the sink. his grip was bruising, and his voice was filth in your ear.
โgod, you feel so fucking good. you see how youโre taking it? how perfect your pussy looks wrapped around me?โ
your legs trembled. his hand slid up to your throat, not squeezing, just holding.
โeyes on the mirror, babe. Youโre not gonna miss this.โ
you could barely keep upโhis pace relentless, every thrust hitting that spot inside you. your tits bounced in the reflection, his eyes locked on you like he was watching something he owned.
โyou like this,โ he hissed. โgetting fucked in some disgusting frat house bathroom with your face in the mirror, moaning for me like you donโt hate my guts.โ
you moaned louder.
โfuck, look at you,โ he growled. โyouโre gonna come just from this, huh?โ
you were. clenching around him, vision blurring.
โsay it,โ he grunted. โsay you love it. say you fucking love me fucking you like this.โ
โi love itโi love it, chris, fuckโโ
his fingers rubbed your clit, working you through it while he fucked you harder. your orgasm hit fast and hard, knocking the breath out of you.
chris cursed, hips stuttering.
โiโm gonna comeโfuck, gonna fill you up, donโt careโโ
and he did, thick and deep, groaning your name as he came hard inside you, holding you there until he was done.
his forehead rested on your shoulder, both of you catching your breath, still facing the mirror.
Then he laughedโlow, satisfied.
โBet youโll never look at this sink the same again.โ
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you were both still catching your breath when chris finally pulled out, groaning as he did. you winced at the sensationโsore in that very specific wayโand leaned forward on the sink, hair falling in your face.
chris gently tugged your waistband back up, fingers lingering as he fixed your jeans for you. like he hadnโt just been railing you into the mirror three minutes ago.
โyou good?โ he asked, voice lower now. not cocky. justโฆ checking.
you nodded, blinking slowly at your reflection. โthink I lost, like, three brain cells.โ
chris laughed. โhot.โ
you rolled your eyes but didnโt pull away when he pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder. he grabbed some paper towels, dampened one under the shitty sink faucet, and turned you gently to face him.
โcโmere,โ he said, dabbing at your inner thigh with more care than he probably showed most things in his life. โjesus. weโre disgusting.โ
โyouโre disgusting,โ you corrected.
he grinned. โbut effective.โ
you snorted. โshut up.โ
he tossed the towel, leaning back against the counter with that look againโsmug, satisfied, and just barely flushed. you caught your reflection again: mascara smudged, lips puffy, hair a mess.
โi look wrecked,โ you muttered.
chris tilted his head. โyou look hot.โ
you took a slow step toward him, eyes dropping to his still half-hard cock, glistening at the tip.
โyou didnโt even put it away,โ you said.
he raised a brow. โdidnโt hear you complaining.โ
you didnโt respondโnot with words. instead, you sank to your knees, licking your lips.
chris froze. โwait, waitโwhatโre youโโ
you grabbed him at the base, slow and intentional, then looked up at him through your lashes.
โthought Iโd return the favor.โ
his jaw slackened. โoh, fuck me.โ
you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, still wet with you, and sucked gentlyโjust enough to make his legs twitch. he grabbed the edge of the counter behind him like he suddenly needed help staying upright.
your tongue swirled over the tip, tasting yourself, teasing him with short, wet licks before taking more of him inโinch by inchโuntil he hissed out a sharp breath.
โyou donโt have to do this,โ he managed.
you pulled back, eyes meeting his. โI want to.โ
chris swore under his breath, head tipping back against the mirror.
โthat mouthโs gonna be the death of me.โ
you hummed in response, sinking down again, bobbing your head just enough to make his thighs tense. his hand slid into your hair, but he didnโt forceโhe just held.
โfuck, baby,โ he muttered, voice all wrecked now. โkeep going just like that. gonna cum again for you. shitโโ
and you did.
because it was your choice.
and because watching chris sturniolo fall apart above you, shirtless and breathless in a frat house bathroom?
that was almost better than the first round.
almost.
chris came, you stood, wiping your mouth, trying to breathe normal again. he looked like he might actually slide down the wall and die.
โholy shit,โ he whispered. โyouโreโdangerous.โ
you smiled.
โbetter hope I donโt show up at the next party.โ
his eyes were already dark again.
โoh, I fucking hope you do.โ
an: i fucking ENJOYED writing this. frat boy chris lives in my head rent free. if u ladybugs want part 2โฆsay the word ๐. also requests are always open, itโs just going to take a while. iโm still new and setting everything up. please be patient with me!!
also, i made my own dividers to match the fic!! i will make a list of dividers when i get this blog really going. if you take inspo from this, please tag me!! iโd love to see your work!!
stay kind ~ brookie<3
