this one shot contains Ë ÝđĽ ÝË smut w plot, handjob, oral (m!recieving), teasing, praise, public (living room), dirty talk
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glacial wind bit at your skin, leaving your cheeks red with winter. you winced, the hairs within your nose pinching you like fractured iceicles. snow sunk beneath your determined stomps, but didn't fail in filling your boots with slush. you muttered profanities under your clouded breath, trudging towards the door.
the crimson color of your knuckles collided with the front door as you knocked relentlessly. after a few bitter seconds it opened, and you wasted no time inviting yourself inside.
"phone is deadâ" you kicked the shoes off your swollen feet. "and car is totally done for."
chris closed the door and stared at you, taking in your broken explanation as to why you had shown up to his house. "are you okay?"
"its like a fucking blizzard out there." you hung your powder-covered jacket over the banister of the stairs as you spoke. "my car broke down like two blocks away, thank god you guys are in the area."
he paused, thinking for a moment before responding. "what are you doing out so late anyway? didn't you see the storm warning?"
"yeah, i thought they were bluffing."
"you thought the weather channelâŚwas bluffing?"
you ignored him, leaving his words hanging in the air as you steadied towards the living room. when you reached it, you were hit with a wave of familiar scents. if you closed your eyes you would've thought you were in a theatreâthe smell of buttery popcorn wafting through the air, offending your empty stomach. chris's brothers barely averted their eyes from the TV screen as you entered, evidence of how common your presence was.
it was a standard practice for you to enter the sturniolo house unexpectedly, but you thought that the fact that it was ten 'til midnight would've warranted questioning on your appearance. but of course, it was only chris who was curious enough to ask. he was the type that needed to know what was going on at all timesâa painstaking planner. you, however, would spontaneously try to drive to the convenience store at midnightâin a snowstorm. your personalities clashed, but that hadn't stopped your friendship from being long-standing. you were grateful at times like these that you had one another. and, of course, also grateful for chris's brothers, matt and nick.
"popcorn?" matt offered as you sat on the sofa.
"that and a blanket." you rubbed your hands together, your body not yet getting used to the warmth of the house.
chris's weight pressed into the couch as he sat next to you, wasting no time before draping a blanket over the two of you. he glanced at you, averting his eyes from the nostalgic christmas film that had been playing.
"are you okay?" he kept his voice low to keep from disturbing the movie.
you brought your folded knees impossibly closer to your chest. "yeah, just cold."
the volume of the TV increased due to a climactic scene, and chris leaned towards your body in an attempt to hear you more clearly. he planted a hand on your knee to steady himself as he turned. the warmth from his hand was shocking, even through the covering you had on.
"cold?" he clarified, seeing if he had heard you right.
"yeah, it's freezing in here." your shivering came to a halt as you focused on the weight of his hand on you.
he hesitated, pulling off of you. "sorry."
you shook your head. "no, no, don't be. you're likeâsuper warm."
he brought his hands back to you, uncertainly cupping them both over your own. the heat that radiated off of him was feverish, immediately overthrowing your goosebumps.
"better?" he asked quietly.
"much."
once he separated himself from you, you were back to your frozen state. you tried to focus on the screen, but the wintry climate of the movie made it impossible to focus on anything but your temperature. the decision-making section of your brain must've been frozen solid, because you scooted closer to chris. your thigh hit his, sharing the heatwave from his body to yours. his eyes were fixed on the screen, in a way that was avoiding acknowledging your closeness.
you two had been best friends for as long as you could remember, but there was always a physical bubble neither of you had dared to cross. this boundary was loose, never mentioned, but laced with tension.
your guilty pleasure was crossing this invisible line.
sometimes, when you were teeming with boredom, you found it more than amusing to tease chris. you would brush your finger on his, and pass it off as an oblivious accident. the way his breath would hitch, or his muscles would tighten, it secretly made you go feral. of course, this was never to be mentioned to anyone. you could never admit that hearing your best friend's shaky inhales made you wet. and this situation was no different.
chris's gaze flit from your touching legs to the television, causing lust to pool at your core. you slipped your hand under the shared blanket, finding his own immediately. it was turned palm down on his lap, his pinky a millimeter away from your thigh. you placed your hand on his, to which he promptly tensed. moving your touch down his fingers, you felt how much bigger he was than you. you traced along his knuckles gingerly, watching his fixated expression. usually, this is when you would feel accomplished, and would pull away from him. but this craving for his heat made you aching for his touch, and you were nowhere near done.
"y/nâŚ" he whispered, his voice wobbling.
you looked up at him. "yes?"
"what are youâ" you circled his skin, distracting him. "doing." he choked out.
you transferred your hand to your own knee under the blanket, playing dumb. "what do you mean?"
he connected with your gaze. "why'd you stop?"
this made your stomach plummet. god he looked so perfectly poutedâhis brows turned upwards, his teeth biting his bottom lip. he was your best friend, but fuck your mind spiraled. he had never addressed your teasing of him, let alone practically ask you to keep going. the game you loved to play suddenly became thrilling, but you needed him to know that they were your rules. you snaked your hand back onto his, feeling his body twitch at your touch. you intertwined your fingers with his and watched the movie in silence. every time your thumb moved, every small shift you did, he had a reaction. a sharp inhale, licking his lips, adjusting his position. but it wasn't enough, not for you.
you untangled your hand from his, steadily moving your touch farther into his lap. you were slow, deliberate, and gentle, giving him plenty of time to reject your advance. instead, he swallowed a lump in his throat and tried not to look at you as you reached the growing hardness in his sweatpants. you palmed him through his pants, causing him to dart his eyes to his brothers, who were still and focused on the film. his mouth fell open slightly at the feeling of you touching his clothed erection.
"alright." a voice said, making you freeze. it was matt, pointing the remote at the screen. "i'm fucking exhausted. finish this tomorrow?"
nick outstretched his arms in an exaggerated yawn and agreed, slowly pushing himself off the couch. the movie was turned off, and both brothers retreated up the stairs to their respective rooms. this left you and chris alone, with no one to stop you from what you were about to do.
violent wind thrashed at the windows of the living room, disrupting the silent blue darkness that enveloped the two of you. you had retreated your hand when chris's brothers had begun talking, but were now in a mental argument on what to do next. had the teasing gone too far? had you crossed this unspoken boundary? you felt the shivering come back, but this time it wasn't from the cold, but from an aching anticipation.
you brought your head up to focus on him. he was gazing at the screen as if it was still on, his breathing shallow. you reached up to his chin, turning his head to face you.
"are you okay?"
"i mean⌠yeah?" he moved his hips in a feeble attempt at hiding his boner.
you looked down at his lap. "do you want my help with that?"
his pupils widened as he gulped, and he began erratically scanned the room to avoid eye contact.
"i don't have to."
"no.. i want you to." he breathed.
"you want me toâ" you rubbed his lap "âŚwhat?"
"i want you to touch me." his voice was practically a whine.
excitement flooded your mind, corroding you until the only thought left was to make him feel good. you played with his waistband before pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his rigid cock, glistening with pre-cum. for the first time, you understood what the girls meant about shy guys. he was bigger than you imagined, and pulsating with a need for you. you wasted no time before sliding your thumb around his tip, red and aching, collecting the arousal beneath your fingertips. you spread it down his cock, lazily pumping down him as his hips began to lift upwards.
you paused your movement, looking at him.
"please don't stop." he pleaded, voice textured with lust.
"don't move." you pressed down on his thigh, keeping him from bucking.
his dick reacted to your words, involuntarily twitching in your grasp as you told him what to do. his lips parted as he focused on the motion of your wrist, and watched as your boobs bounced in tandem. his body turned to putty as you sped your pace, stroking up and down his cock while staring at his pouted face. you moved expertly, steadily rubbing his slit before pumping down his length. breathy whimpers choked out of his mouth, motivating you to award him with extra stimulation.
you lowered your lips to his tip, circling it with the tip of your tongue. your heels dug into your ass as you folded your body for him.
chris threw his head back. "oh fuck."
"do you like that baby? youâre so hard for me." you cooed, tilting your head to look at him through thick eyelashes.
"yesâfuck that's so good." he cursed, his addams apple bopping as he gulped.
"you have to stay quiet. we don't want your brothers hearing how good i'm making you feel." you warned, voice low and sultry.
he nodded eagerly, ready to obey any words that came from you. you took the same amount of enthusiasm from his submission and applied it to his cock, sinking your mouth down his length. moans escaped his throat, and he instinctively wrapped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. your cheeks hollow as you take him deeper, slowly letting him relish in the warmth of your mouth. you hummed around him, sending vibrations through his body. he shivered, teeth biting his bottom lip as he struggled against thrusting into you. your nose hit his abdomen, the sound of your choking tipping chris over the edge.
"f-fuck im closeâyou better get off." he shuttered, holding onto your shoulders in a broken attempt at getting you to lift your head from him.
you didn't heed his warning, but instead accelerated your pace around chris's cock, flattening your tongue on his length. his moans were low and helpless, his hold on your hair was tight, and his posture began to slouch as he felt himself come undone. his thighs trembled as you worked him with your mouth, teasing his tip before letting it hit the back of your throat. you felt him pulsing, confirmation to how close he was.
"jesusâthat feels so good. y-you have to get off." chris's chest heaved with every movement of your tongue.
you moaned onto his cock, eager above all to make chris cum for you. he scrunched your hair desperately, broken carnal whimpers falling from his lips as he bucked into your mouth, meeting his pleasure. you brought your lips to his tip as you sucked his release, hot, salty cum coating your mouth. his needy sounds caused your thighs to clamp together, arousal pooling in between them. you raise your head, wiping yourself with your forearm.
"holy shit." chris panted, finally meeting your eyes. "let meâlike.. do something for you."
he reached for your waistband before you stopped him, your hand over his. "next time."
his body was sweated, his hair touselled, and that same perfect pouted look was displayed on his face. it was as if your climax meant more to him than his own. your pussy clench around nothing as you imagined your best friends cock stretching your walls. but this was all he was going to getâjust your mouth. because those were your rulesâfor now.
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this series contains Ë ÝđĽ ÝË smut w plot, some angst, use of alcohol and drugs, toxicity, softdom!chris, softsub!reader, fingering, light choking, somewhat dry humping, p n v, clit stimulation, praise, degradation, kind of public, mutual masterbation, use of pet names, use of handcuffs, arguing
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you held the ramekin in your hands, looking down at the casserole that took you far too long to prepare. you fidgeted with the plastic wrap concealing the meal, procrastinating knocking on the door. the 'welcome to our home' placemat where your feet were planted made you feel anything but welcome. after counting, (and recounting) the number of pinecones on the wreath, you came to the conclusion you were being ridiculous. it was just friendsgiving. all that was to be expected was a nice, easygoing thanksgiving get-together with your friends. but of course, the dinner just had to be hosted at the sturniolo house.
your anxiety washed over you again, and just as you debated pivoting off the porch, the heavy red door swung open.
"y'know you can knock." the voice belonged to the last person you wanted to converse with.
chris was fixed in the entryway, his hand hovering over the metal knob like he was debating closing the door in your face.
new stubble crept on his cheeks, evidence of how long it had been since you'd seen him. his eyes were painstakingly blue, low, and painted with gloss. you looked beyond him, into the house, and noticed the faintness of smoke drifting in the air. as it wafted towards you, the thick, herbal stench clung to your nose. you cringed, angling yourself away from the door instinctively.
you searched his eyes for the same guy that you'd been with on halloween, but it was hopeless. he looked at you the way he always had, like you were an inconvenience. you weren't sure what exactly happened between your birthday and now. it's not like you had any way of contacting him, and asking for his number was entirely off the table. a drunken half-hookup in an alley didn't exactly warrant a goodnight text.
a goodnight text would've been useless anyway, considering that you had become practically nocturnal in the last month. your brain must've started confusing night for day when the thing you had always dreamt about actually happened. daylight melted into dusk, college lectures and late-night study sessions all a muddled memory. at first your sleeplessness was a consequence of the incident with chris. you replayed it over again in your mind countless timesâthe grasp he had on you, the feeling of his fingers stretching inside your walls. you tried to mimic the way he touched you, but nothing satiated your body the way he had.
you begged the universe to see himâeven if it was just a glimpse. to watch his back leave a coffee shop or to randomly bump into one another in the hallway. but after the party it was like he was a ghost. the closest proximity to him you got was through his brothers, but even they avoided bringing up his name. so, this was the reason you were completely speechless in front of chris.
luckily, you stayed unfazed and totally held it together.
"casserole." you unfurled your arms, jut them towards chris, and displayed the dish in front of him.
oh my god this was helpless.
"nice." he said, barely looking down at the food as he moved his body to allow you entry.
you slipped past him, mentally cursing yourself.
the smell within the building was even more pungent, unmistakeably weed. it lathered on you immediately, and your eyes began to burn from the thick smoke. you could hear your friends scattered voices from the kitchen, and advanced towards them. the room was more full than you had expected, littered with people you didn't recognize. the conversing was less rampant than usual despite the crowd, a chill ambience in the air.
food was already being revealed from beneath tinfoil, and paper plates were beginning being picked up from the stack. the smell of mashed potatoes, gravy, and seared turkey made your stomach feel particularly empty.
"you maaaade it!" claire floated towards you, a joint dangling in her fingers. she offered it to you, but as you brought your hand to grab it, a different set of hands intercepted.
chris had come behind you to stop you from smoking, an apparently common theme now. all you could see was his back to you as he walked away, blunt in hand.
"what's his deal?" you asked, trying not to seem too curious.
matt materialized next to you, and answered your question. "i don't know. he's been more moody than usual for, like, a month.
a month? like since halloween?
you were glad you and matt made up after your squabble on the last holiday, but it made you choose your words very carefully when talking about chris. you decided against pressing for more information, and instead made your way to the buffet.
as you stood next to a particularly inviting array of cheeses, someone began talking to you. he was tall, blonde, and average in every way. he wore an outfit that fit the occasion well, a flannel and jeans. there was nothing extraordinary to point out about the man, he was just simply regular. the only comforting thing about him was the joint between his lips, a look that reminded you of chris.
the guy told you his name, where he was from, and how he knew the triplets. all the facts mushed together in a disordered slop, and you didn't care to memorize anything about him. he was attractive, you guessed. his jawline was okay, his eyes were a conventional shade, he smelt fine. he spoke in long, monotonous paragraphs that had you fighting back yawns. the more dull words spilled out of his mouth, the more you wanted to be with chris. you wanted to smell the cigarettes off his breath, wanted to feel his fingers around your throat. you politely smiled at the guy talking with youâjeremy? jared?âbut your eyes searched for chris. when he was nowhere to be seen, you did what you knew would get his attention. offering yourself to the guy's blunt, you took two long drags.
as the vapour left your mouth, so did your train of thought. were the walls always so⌠white? god you were hungry⌠was that cheese still there? you would kill for some colby jack. the best part of it allâeverything the guy in front of you said was suddenly unbelievably hilarious. he spoke, and you burst into laughter. he was amused, and continued on the topic that wouldn't have been entertaining outside of the context. his speech warped slightly, eliciting giggles from you. and you were right in thinking that this would catch chris's attention.
chris didn't see you smoke, and from his perspective it seemed as though you were simply enjoying your time with this mutual friend. in any other circumstance, your laugh would've been contagious. but chris was nowhere close to smiling. he pushed past the people he had been talking to, not bothering to give any explanation on where he was going.
the substance in your body caused time to slow as you watched chris coming towards you. once he was close enough for you to successfully admire him, you saw how clenched his jaw was. he didn't look quite aggressive, more-so thoroughly perturbed.
all you could focus on was how chris made the other guy look even more bland as he stood next to him. your mouth felt dry.
"can i talk to you?" he interjected his body between you and the guy as he spoke.
without waiting for a response, he grabbed hold of your wrist. the familiar feeling slingshot you into the past, making your knees go weak at the memory. he dragged you out to the patio and shut the sliding glass doors, leaving you separated from everybody inside. you were hyper aware of your surroundingsâthe autumn leaves whipping in the wind, a swirl of red and yellowâthe warm sweet smell of cinnamon. but at the center of it all, all of the beauty of fall, was chris. he made the trees look colorless and the air smell of nothing but the sky.
"what are you doing?" chris demanded, his hand movements accompanying his harsh sounding words.
had he caught onto you admiring him? is that why he seemed angry?
"what?" the words felt funny as they left your mouth.
"areâare you fucking high?"
"so what if i am?"
his hand tangled at the back of his hair. "did that guy let you smoke?"
"he didn't let me do anything, chris. i smoked because i wanted to."
"i'm going to kill him." he started to walk towards the door, but you stopped him by his chest.
"stop it." was all that would come out of your mouth as you felt his chest under your palm.
"trying to protect your boyfriend?"
your sudden anger sobered you. "my boyfriend?!"
"the fucking tool you've been laughing with for the past hour!"
"oh i get it. you're jealous." you answered mockingly.
this only made his temper worsen.
"jealous? why the fuck would i be jealous?"
the air shifted when you really realized the intensity of his speech. nothing was laughable anymoreâquite the opposite. you felt tears embarrassingly welling in your eyes as he yelled at you. don't fucking cry.
"you tell me! you're the one who dragged me out here as soon as you saw me talking to someone else!" you tried to come off more fierce than you felt, but it was useless. your eyes began to burn with emotion.
he scoffed, rolling his eyes sharply. "oh my god."
but this didn't stop your slurry of maddened words. "you don't get to do that! you don't get to be with me the way you were on my birthday, and then ignore me until you see me with someone else!" you gasped, exasperated, but kept going. "it may not mean much to you, but i'm not going around doing that kind of stuff with just anybody."
his gaze softened, but he stayed defensive. "what do you want from me? it's not like i'm your boyfriend."
"what do i want?" you repeated.
"yes y/n. what do you want."
"you, chris! i've always wanted you!"
the dark golden sunset that once pierced onto chris's skin had gradually been replaced with blue, cold, night. the wind picked up, fallen leaves dancing around the two of you. you studied his face for any answer, any reaction to what you had admitted. he was agonizingly unreadable and still, besides his gaze darting between both your eyes.
your plan to not cry was abandoned. a single tear slipped down to your chin as you turned your cheek to chris. your only instinct was to leave; to not allow him to see you in such a vulnerable state. you made it to the glass door and slid it open, retreating to the kitchen. you moved past the people, keeping your tear covered face angled to the floor. thankfully the upper level of the house seemed deserted, so maybe you could seclude yourself in the bathroom until you regained composure.
you stared back at yourself in the bathroom mirror, practicing your best i-was-totally-not-just-crying face. the redness began to fade from your skin, and you no longer felt like you would start bawling when asked if you were okay. you could hear ruckus ensueing downstairs, and hoped that it meant everyone would be too entertained to notice you. you drowned out the noise with your incessant thoughts.
how could you still want to be with him after everything? how could he ghost you, yell at you, possess you, and you still craved him? it was pathetic, all the things you would allow him to do to you.
when a hand on the door knocked, you knew immediately who it would be. or rather who you hoped it would be. you tried to pretend like you weren't going to open it, just for a second. but when you did, it only made your mind betray you.
chris looked the best he ever had. his hair was ruffled, his black shirt was wrinkled, and his eyes were focused on you through low eyelashes. he looked perfectly messy, almost like he had just rolled out of bed.
"did you mean it?" he asked, voice deep.
"did i mean what?"
"when you said you had always wanted me."
butterflies stung in your stomach, fluttering enough to make you nauseous. "yes."
he stepped towards you, cautiously bringing his hand to cup your cheek. it was then that you noticed the bruising on his knuckles.
"chrisâŚ" you breathed. "what are those marks on your hands?"
he sucked in air through his teeth and gently rubbed his thumb against your jawline.
"chris."
"tell me how long you've wanted me." he moved his hand to your throat, pressing his thumb against your pulse point. "i'll know if you're lying to me."
somehow his disheveled appearance made you even more needy, and you responded immediately. "since we were kids. since the first time i saw you."
your pulse stayed steady. he tilted his head.
"come with me." he dragged his hand off your neck, and walked down the hall.
there was no part of you that wasn't going to follow.
he opened his bedroom door, and waited for you to enter first before closing it.
"get on the bed."
you look back at him, stunned.
"please." he added.
you obeyed, planting yourself at the edge of the dark blue covers.
"go sit by the pillows." he demanded.
your head laid against the headboard as you awaited further instructions. you assumed he was going to make his way over to you, but instead he rolled out his gaming chair. he sat on it as he began speaking again.
"i bet you've been so desperate without me. no one to help you get off." he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "you've had to do it all yourself, haven't you?"
you nodded, remembering all the nights you had stayed up touching yourself to him.
"i want to watch you." he spoke in a way that he wasn't asking for a response.
you toyed with the waistband of your pants hesitantly.
"come on, baby. don't get all shy now." he cooed.
you unbuttoned your jeans and shimmied them off your legs, leaving only a small pair of pink panties. his pants were looking tighter by the second. you gazed up at him, almost asking for permission as you ran your fingers along the lace hem. parting your legs, you revealed the soaked patch of fabric on your underwear.
"fuck.." he whispered under his breath, his hand making it to the bulge in his lap.
you loved seeing what you did to him, how hard you made his cock. your mouth watered as you watched him palm himself through his pants. your fingers naturally migrated to your clit, and you circled yourself. the sensation wasn't enough, causing you to pull your panties down, strings of wetness coming with them. you had the sudden urge to tease him, overwhelm him to the point where he had to come over and touch you. you discarded your top and bra on his floor, leaving you completely bare in front of chris.
your neck arched backwards as you started to touch yourself. you sunk your finger into your pussy slowly, wanting him to see every second of the stretch. you were soaked, dripping at the thought of chris. a moan escaped your lips as you curled your finger inside yourself. it was enough to cumâjust thinking of him; just imagining him in front of you. but him actually being there, watching you, that was new. and invigorating. but nothing, not even your own hands, had made you feel as good as chris had. and having him there, but not touching you was torture. as your fingers played with your nipple, you moaned his name, a desperate attempt to send him into overdrive.
it worked.
chris's eyes were immediately filled with hunger. he rose from the chair, his hands making their way to his pants. he brought them down, accompanied by his boxers. the sight made your breath catch. his cock sprung out, hitting his stomach. it was longer than you imagined, thick and veined, precum glistening at the reddened tip. in one swift motion he lifted you up, snuck himself under your body, and planted you on him so you were straddling his waist. you soaked his dick beneath your pussy, his tip right on your clit.
"show me how bad you've wanted me all these years." he said, digging into either of your hips.
that was enough to make you more than desperate. you lifted your body up, taking chris's cock from behind as you positioned it to your entrance. you lowered yourself onto him slowly, watching as inch by inch disappeared into you. you clenched around him, stretched to your max, feeling more full than you ever had. whimpers spilled from your throat when you finally sunk all the way down, your ass on his balls. his head rolled back into the pillow as his fingers dug deeper into your skin. you stayed like that for a moment, unmoving, getting yourself used to his length. but soon you needed friction, and steadied yourself by placing a hand on his chest. you raised yourself to his tip before sinking back down, eliciting sounds from the two of you.
"go on, fuck yourself on my cock." he groaned, slapping your ass as you rode him. your knees burned as you sped up, aching to hear more of chris's moans.
you threw your head back, completely consumed by the feeling of his hardness inside of you. he reached up to your tit, pinching a nipple tightly between two fingers. you were dangerously close to your release, and chris could feel the way you were tightening around him. he brought himself off of the mattress and held your back to flip you beneath him. the movement didn't detach the two of you, his cock stayed buried in you.
"god, you're so fucking tight." he breathed, beginning to thrust his hips to yours. he curved at just the right angle, punching your g-spot with each motion.
he leaned down to lay his lips on yours, messy and passionate. your body and mind were completely shattered, the only thing you could focus on being chris. the way your walls stretched as he kissed you, how hard and pulsing he felt inside. it was overstimulating, and you felt like you could burst at any given moment. he separated the kiss, his cock at a halt inside of you.
"do you trust me?" the playful glint in his eyes made you question your answer.
he pulled out of you, and your pussy ached with emptiness. you watched as he leaned to his bedside table, opened it, and pulled out an item that you immediately recognized from halloween. the metal handcuffs from his prisoner costume.
he asked his question again, to which you nodded.
he tilted his head to the side. "use your words, baby."
"i trust you, chris." you said softly, unsure if that was what he wanted from you.
he smirked and brought your hands above your head. the cold material of the handcuffs shocked you as fastened them to your wrists. you could hear the clink of the bedpost as he secured the cuffs to it. he got back to his knees, and looked at the sight below him. your baby hairs sticking to your forehead, your flushed face, the way you were restrained in front of him. his dick twitched at the sight, and it made you try to wriggle closer.
he clicked his tongue against his teeth. "be a good girl and be patient."
he lowered himself over you, and took one hand to cover your mouth. "no one else gets to hear your pretty sounds but me."
he leaned down to circle your clit with his thumb, your moans muffled beneath his palm. he grabbed his cock used it in place of his finger. you whined in submission, letting out all your breath as you fought against the handcuffs. he released his hand from your mouth, allowing you to talk.
"chrisâ" was all that you could get out before he thrusted deep into you.
"say my name again." he demanded, his cock grazing your g-spot.
"fuck chris you're so big." your eyes rolled back.
this caused him to go feral. he pounded into you mercilessly, his hands traveling your body. he would push on your lower stomach, hold your hips, and rub your clit with devastating precision. but when his fingers wrapped around your throat, he could see a change in you. you couldn't explain what it did to you, feeling him gripping you in such a way. it proved how strong he was, how much control he had over you. but it also showed how he was holding back, being gentle enough not to truly hurt you.
"you like it when i got my hands around your throat huh?" he mocked, tightening his grip.
your vision blurred as he quickened his pace in a messy rhythm. you became weak, and let your body lay limp from the handcuffs. you watched as a bulge came and went from your stomach, a testament to chris's length.
"imâfuck." you choked out, strained.
chris's breathing turned rough against your ear. "not yet."
"i need to chrisâim so close."
"i said not yet."
you nuzzled to his neck in a shuddering whimper. "please."
he brought your legs to his shoulders, the new angle allowing his hips to jerk relentlessly into you. a gutteral moan escaped you as you fought against your climax. your walls tightened around his dick, and you could feel the way it pulsed from the sensation.
"fuckâcum on my cock." his voice became shaky, lined with the lust of his impending release.
your depleted energy thanked him as you allowed yourself to release. the knot in your stomach snapped, a wave of heat washing over your body. you shivered against chris, the metal of the handcuffs digging into your wrists as you pulled against them. the feeling of your pussy around him and the sight of you weak underneath his body was more than enough to send him over the edge.
"you're gonna make me fuckingâjesus fuck." his groan vibrated against your body as he held you, his cock buried at the hilt.
a/n âď¸: i celebrated my one year of complete sobriety two days ago! this part definitely made me miss it.
also, are you guys wanting a fourth part to this?
extra also, i do not support thanksgiving, but it was still a good setting to write about lol
This one shot contains Ë ÝđĽ ÝË smut w plot, sauna smex, angst, toxicity, bickering, praise, p n v, fingering, clit stimulation, softsub!reader, mentions of previous trauma and family issues, degradation, small size kink, dry humping, use of names (good girl, slut)
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𼝠Summer of Sturniolo post for @crystalcider !!
Golden sunshine poured through the crowded car, nostalgic summer wind hitting your face through the rolled-down passenger window. You relished in itâthe last few moments before the sun fully set, closing your eyes to feel the final rays on your cheeks.
"Five minutes." Matt announced, fingers tapping on the steering wheel in anticipation.
The forest became more condensed as you neared your destination, thick trees bordering each side of the street. Restlessness enveloped the backseatâChris, Nick, and the group's mutual friend Noah stirring. Soon Matt turned onto a cobbled back road, a familiar route that made your stomach swirl with excitement.
For as long as you could remember, the cabin was your sanctuary. Your family and the Sturniolo family were tight-knit, and every year would carve out time to spend at the shared house. This year was especially significant, considering that it was the first time you were going to celebrate the Fourth of July hereâand the first time you had the property all to yourselves.
It took convincing, but your parents handed over the keys for the weekend. They trusted that their children, as new adults, would treat the cabin responsibly. They couldn't have been more wrong.
As you came within eyesight of the house, it was clear you guys weren't the first to the party. White plastic tables were planted throughout the lawn, housing bottles of alcohol, cup-pong, and various types of classic American food. People crowded the areaâthe yard, dock, and wrap-around porch teeming with partyers. You recognized most of them, even from afarâsummer kids and locals you were used to seeing during these months. Why they were here though, you had no idea.
"Ah. They're early," Chris mumbled from the backseat.
"Are you fucking serious, Chris? We're supposed to be taking care of the lake house, not destroying it." Matt shot at him, gripping the wheel as he turned to park behind a line of cars.
"It's the Fourth of July and we have an empty house. What did you think we were gonna do?" Chris tried to justify himself.
Matt's face stayed unimpressed, and you sighed from the tension. Being able to mentally prepare yourself for a party was more favourable, but you weren't opposed to having a little fun. You stayed silent, not wanting to take Chris's side.
The five of you filed from your seats, and rounded to the back of the car to grab your belongings. Frustration seeped from Matt as he slammed the trunk, enclosing the now empty vehicle. Chris began trudging down the dirt path towards the music, one hand folded to hold his backpack strap. Nick and Noah followed, talking amongst themselves, while you hung behind with Matt. He began grumbling as soon as the others were out of ear shot.
"It's always what Chris wants."
"It might be fun." You nudged his shoulder with your own as you walked.
"You're taking his side?"
"No. Never. I'm just saying, might as well make the most of it."
Matt shrugged, a smile beginning to creep on his face. "Yeah, you're right."
"Always am."
"You sound like Chris."
Despite your aversion to Chris, the two of you were a lot alike. The style you adorned yourself with, the bands you liked, your favourite moviesâyou shared them all with him. You cringed when you thought about itâbeing anything like him. You tried to convince yourself that you were all the good parts of Chris, but it left you confused when you identified that many positive aspects.
When you and Matt reached the log cabin, you were now in the center of the blowout. A girl in a striped tube top giggled at Matt, gesturing for him to join her. He fumbled his backpack into your arms, stuttering something about bringing it to his room for him. The girl pulled him by his bicep, and the two of them camouflaged into the crowd. It was safe to say he was now on board with the party.
Now alone, you stepped up the deck stairs of the familiar lakehouse. American flags were hung from the banister, blowing in the soft summer air. Dusk fell over the lawn, covering the partyers in a deep blue hue. Sparks from a bonfire flew as a guy stoked it, the classic woodsy scent wafting in all directions.
You tore your eyes from the magnetic scene, and made your way to your bedroom for the weekend. It was the first room at the top of the stairs, and had always been assigned to you. Without thinking, you pushed the door ajar. In your immediate line of vision, a scene from your nightmares was at play. A girl was placed on the dresser, her lips locked onto Chris's. Although his face was turned from you, his red backwards cap made it obvious it was him. He was between the girls thighs, her legs straddling around his waist. They were oblivious to you entering, hands exploring one another like the world depended on it. Flooded with embarrassment, you debated silently retreating. A mix of disgust and confidence overtook you though, and you cleared your throat instead.
Chris whipped his head around, eyes meeting yours.
"We're busy," the girl sneered.
"You can go be busy in a different room," you quipped, throwing both backpacks you held onto the bed.
"Or you can go be a stuck-up bitch somewhere else," she responded, wiping her smudged lipstick.
Chris stepped away from her body, hands dragging off her thighs. "Okay, you can get out."
"What?" The girl grasped for his sleeves.
He pushed her hands off of him. "She's like family, okay? Don't fucking talk to her like that."
She scoffed and hopped from the dresser. Profanities whispered from her mouth as she stomped through the doorway.
Why had he defended you like that? Did he really see you as a sister?
"She seems like a real treat!" Sarcasm dripped from your tongue.
"Why do you always gotta ruin shit for me."
"We've been here ten minutes, I'm sure you can find someone else," you started. "And don't hook up in my room."
These kinds of situations were common with Chris. Regard for other's feelings was completely out of his realm of perception. He acted in a way that made everyone accommodate to himâthe classic "golden child", as Matt often put it. You, however, never catered to his narcissism. This drove him crazy, and was one of the many reasons the two of you never got along.
"Whatever, I'm gonna go set up the fireworks." As the words left his mouth, a pang of horror washed through you.
"Fireworks?" you questioned, paleness creeping to your cheeks.
"Yeah..?"
"Here?"
He caught wind of your sudden agitation, but his tone didn't become any more compassionate. "Yes. Here. That a problem?"
Without waiting for a response, Chris pushed past you. Rhymic steps descended down the hallway as he left.
Your heart stuttered in your chest, premature panic settling into your skin. Why hadn't you thought about this? You should've known that Chris would bring fireworks, it was Fourth of July after all. Goosebumps traveled up your spine at the thought of the booming noise.
Ever since you were little, yelling had been a part of your life. Whether it was picture frames shaking off the walls, or being forced to "pick a side" of your parents arguments, shouting was constant. It acted as lullabies when you slept, and background noise to every activity. That's part of the reason you loved this cabin so muchâno arguing ever happened here. It was a safe place, free from the deafening sounds of your every day existence.
Because of this childhood, you were confined to a life of relative quietude. You knew that something like fireworks would undue all the progress you made in rebuilding yourself. Anxiety fixed into your bones as you closed the door behind you. Fighting the fit of terror creeping on, you curled to the pillows of your bed.
Just wait it out. Wait the fireworks out, and everything would be okay.
Minutes of anticipation ticked by, and you watched as darkness concealed the sky. From the mattress, you could see the dock through the second-story window. Boys were crowded in a circle, kneeled around what you assumed to be the culprits of your fear. Laying on your side, you waited until plugging your ears became a necessity.
Through the solid pane of glass, you heard the hissing begin. Beams of light shot to the sky, cascades of vibrant colours sweeping over the trees. You cup your hands over your ears instantly, but the insulation does nothing to block the thundering blasts. Tears well in your eyes in time with the next reverberating roar. Blistering through the walls, the sound of the fireworks was not letting up. Boom, boom, boom. Inhaling shaky breaths, you curl yourself tighter on the duvet.
Without warning, a hand is placed on the side of your goosebumped arm. You flip your body around, palms slipping down from your ears.
"Chris?" Your voice is shaky, and your tears are revealed instantaneously. "What are you doing here?"
"I left myâit doesn't matter. What's going on?" You had never seen genuine worry in his eyes until this moment.
"I-I can'tâ" Throat hoarse and mind jumbled, it was impossible to force any words out.
He sat down next to you, hand still firm on your shoulder. "Hey, hey, it's okay."
"I'm okay I just," a blaring blast caused you to flinch. "Fuck."
Sitting up, you brought your knees to your chest. Hugging them, you opened your mouth to make an excuse. But as the noises continued to bellow, more briny sadness wept from your eyes.
Chris instinctively moved next to you, wrapping his arm around your shivering shoulder. "What can I do?"
"JustâŚjust stay with me.â You met his gaze. "Please."
He nodded, brows pulled together in concern. "Of course."
Nuzzling against his chest, your tears stained his t-shirt. Warmth radiated off of him, a blanket of comfort settling over you. He brought his hand to cup one of your ears, while you pressed the other firm to his body. You shook against him each time a firework roared, but his hold on you stayed steady. He anchored you to reality each time he exhaled, warm breath blowing onto the top of your head. The storm inside your mind lulled as his hands muffed the sound.
A concussive thud hammered in your chest, heartbeat erratic. At first you blamed the thrumming on the uproar of the holiday, but as the booms became sporadic, your heart continued to pound. You were too consumed by fear to realize it initially, but Chris wrapped around you made you feel a type of way you didn't want to admit. Butterflies you wished you could slaughter fluttered in your stomach as you breathed in the scent of him. Perfect cologne and the smell of a bonfire clung to his shirt.
"Chris?" you muttered, bringing your face up to look at him.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you." Your eyes flit to his lips without thinking, and you pulled them away immediately.
He returned the gaze, view lingering on your mouth long enough to make your stomach flip.
You were suddenly all too aware of your proximityâyour touching shoulders, your noses inches from one another. Chris seemed conscious of this as well, his breath hitching as you impulsively scanned his face. Hotness seeped into your skin. You held a silent thankfulness for the dark, grateful that he couldn't see the blush flushing your cheeks.
He parted his lips, looking down at your own before speaking. A mental argument seemed to be taking place in his mind. "I'm sorry."
Tilting your head, you questioned, "For what?"
"For getting so close to you, I didn't know what to do."
"It's okayâŚit's nice," you admitted.
A small smile crept onto his mouth, but concern still filled his eyes. "Do you want me to stay?"
Hesitating, you looked through the window. "Don't you want to get back to your party?"
He shook his head. "This feels more important."
Nervous, you tried to relieve the tension. "All out of girls to hook up with?"
He huffed a laugh. "Now, don't get jealous."
Scowling, you formed a line with your mouth. "I'm not jealous."
Chris pulled you back to his chest, nuzzling his chin to your hair. âSure.â
Wind wafted softly past your cheeks as you listened to the birds sing. Cupped in your hands steamed a coffee Matt had brewed for you, the sweet aroma aiding the peacefulness of the morning.
"I don't know, that really doesn't seem like Chris," Matt says, sipping from his own mug.
"I'm telling you, he was⌠sweet."
"That's unsettling."
Listening to the songbirds melodies, you clicked your manicured nails on the ceramic cup. "It was refreshing."
In your mind, you replayed the previous night over again countless times. Chris soothed your panic as effectively as a drug, leaving you addicted to his touch. He held you until you fell asleep against him, his warmth easing you to slumber without delay. When you awoke, an indent laid in the bed next to you, the only evidence of his previous presence. At what point in the night he left, you weren't sure. But when you reached to graze the duvet, it was still heated from his body.
"Don't tell me you're lettin' him snake his way into your brain." He glanced over at you, eyes squinted with suspicion.
You returned his gaze, not responding.
Matt groans, "Jesus. Not you too."
"No. It was just nice seeing him not be a dick for once." You shrug, bringing the coffee to your lips.
"Better not get attached. Don't need another person swooning over Chris."
Later that day, when the sun rose to its peak, a swim in the lake was growing increasingly more desirable. Feet dangling off the edge of the dock, you got your body used to the chill of the water. Radiance beemed down into your near bare body, tanning everywhere that your bikini didn't lay. You were always the type to ease into the water at your own pace.
In your procrastination, the sky darkened. Clouds rolled in gray billows across the horizon, small drips of precipitation ricocheting off the water. Allowing the gentle summer rain to patter off of you, you had no intention of retreating to the house.
Focusing on the croaking frogs, you almost didn't notice the sound of someone nearing you. The soft shake of the wood underneath you stopped as the steps reached the end of the dock.
"You gonna jump off?"
Matt had taken Nick and Noah to a nearby grocery store, so you knew who the voice came from immediately.
"Hey, Chris." You kept your eyes on the rippelling of the lake.
"Going swimming?" his voice asked from the back of you.
"Nope, just got my bathing suit on for fun."
"Funny."
Placing your hand behind your seated body, you turned to look at Chris. "Do you need something?"
"I got the sauna set up," he said proudly, peering down at you.
"Cool." You nodded. "Is that, like, an invitation?"
"If you want it to be."
Droplets became heavier against your exposed skin. Chilled, stormy air drifted past you, raising goosebumps along your figure.
"Or you can stay out here in the cold," he scoffed, "your choice."
Raindrops pattered against his shirt as he turned away. Reluctantly, you pushed yourself from the wood and followed.
Humid and steamy, the sauna sat on the forestâs edge. It was logged with cedarâa beautiful home-made construction done by the tripletâs father. When you stepped inside, the tropical temperature seeped comfortably into your body. Like a blanket of relaxation, the heat calmed you.
This peacefulness quickly dissipated when Chris closed the door. His t-shirt was off in an instant, your eyes immediately falling to the chisel of his stomach.
âSince when you do work out?â Your gaze lingered far too long on his biceps.
He laughed. âSince when do you check me out?â
âIâm notââ you hesitated. âShut up.â
His eyes flitted down to your chest, tracing the curves of your tits.
âMy eyes are up here,â you shot, sitting down on the bench.
When he planted himself beside you, the air shifted.
âHey, about last nightââ
âWe donât have to talk about it,â you interrupted.
Moisture beaded at the nape of his neck, the swelter of the sauna affecting him. Adjusting his waist upwards, you saw the imprint of hardness through his shorts. You gulped and began focusing on the strings of your bathing suit bottoms, fiddling aimlessly.
Chris glimpsed at your fingers messing with the string. âYou nervous?â
âWhat?â
âYou always start fidgeting when youâre nervous.â
âHey, did you mean it?â You changed the subject. âLast night.â
He tilted his head in confusion.
âWhen you were with that girl. You said I was like a sister.â
A smirk curled at his lip. âYou wanna know if I think of you like a sister?â
âDonât make it weird.â
âI think of you as my brotherâs annoying best friend.â
âOkay, good.â Why did you say that?
âGood?â he questioned, adjusting his hips again.
âI didnât mean it like that,â you said quickly.
Sweat began dewing at your skin. The heat caused your thinking to become a muddled mess, self control slipping by the minute. His glistening abs, his arms that were surely able to manhandle youâyour critical thinking skills were crumbling.
"What did you mean, then?"
You stuttered, but couldn't force out an answer.
He smiledâthat cocky grin that always made your blood boil. But as you looked at him, that usual rage was replaced with a deep, aching lust. Crossing your legs, you tried to fight the arousal. He noticed this movement, of course, and it seemed he was just as affected. In an attempt at hiding his erection, Chris's hands were placed in the centre of his lap.
It was just a matter of who was going to break first.
You adjusted your bikini top using both straps, causing your boobs to bounce as you released the strings. Chris was watching, and sucked in a sharp breath. His fingers were closed in a fist at the middle of his thighs, veins tracing up his forearm. You were beginning to lose this mental battle.
"What you thinking about?" His voice broke the silence.
You tore your eyes from his hands. "Uh.. nothing really. You?"
"Don't lie to me."
"What makes you think I'm lying?"
"You bite your bottom lip," he replied, eyes fixed on your mouth.
You released the lip you didn't realize you were biting. "Are you just constantly analyzing me or something?"
"You just have some tells."
"Well, you do too." Your gaze darted to his lap.
"You're not slick, either." He gestured towards your crossed legs.
Blush attacked your cheeks. Your chest feels heavyâboth from the sauna and from the weight of your pounding heart. He unscrewed a bottle of water, adam's apple bobbing as he drank. Mouth feeling irreversibly dry, the sight fueled your thirst.
"You want some?" he asked, bringing the bottle from his mouth.
You nodded. He placed it next to him, on the opposite side from you.
You glared.
"You can grab it, it's right there."
Feeding into his games was never the preferable option, but you were too thirsty to refuse. You separated your intertwined legs and reached over him. It's just far enough that you can't quite grab itâdefinitely not an accident.
Something in you wanted to mess with him back, so you did the first thing that came to mind. Folding to sit on your knees, you pulled your hair into a ponytail. Now on all fours, you reached over his lap to the water. When bringing it back to you, you traced the cold metal at the bottom hem of his shorts. The condensation trickled against his exposed skin. Sitting back on your knees, you accepted victory and drank.
"Come here." Chris spoke, demanding.
"What?" Your stomach flipped.
"You know what you're doing. Come here... please."
All sense of pride washed from you. Without thinking twice, you placed the bottle down and crawl to his lap. Straddling on either side of his waist, his erection pressed against you immediately. You move slightly against him, the friction of his cock between your legs sending shivers through your body.
"See, that wasn't so hard, huh?" He mocked, snaking his hand to hold the curve of your waist.
"Lot of talk from someone who's bricked just from looking at me."
Moving his face to your neck, he planted a kiss just below your ear. "I can feel how wet you are for me."
His words elicited goosebumps down your skin. You shook your head, denying. But unconsciously, you bit your lip.
A silent duel ensued between the two of you, a fight to keep your composure. As soon as his waist moved upwards, it was a losing battle. His bulge rubbed against your clothed clit, causing a moan to fall from your throat. Placing both hands on your hips, he guided your body against him. Gnawing desire ripped through you, and his measured pace in which he piloted you only made your lust grow. You pressed down on his lap, aching for friction.
Biting back a moan, he held you in place. "Patience."
Your brows pulled together.
"So eager," he taunted, "don't worry, I'll give you what you need."
Sliding your bottoms to the side, his fingers dipped into your folds. Immediately being coated in arousal, he used it to circle your clit with his thumb. You throw your head back, relishing in the pleasure. Hot, congested air covered your body, the smell of cedar and Chris's cologne filling your nose.
"You gonna be a good girl for me?" He slowly sunk two fingers into your pussy.
You tightened around him, your walls gripping him like a vice. "Fuck Chrisâ"
"God, you sound so fucking sexy moaning my name," he groans, curling his fingers expertly.
You grinded down on his hand automatically, submerging him deeper inside of you. Unable to refrain, you began riding the length of his digits. Pulse hammering, you chased the pleasure.
He pulled out of you. "If you're gonna ride anything, it's gonna be my cock."
Giving up on not seeming desperate, you quickly fondled with the strings of his gray shorts. Your breasts were at his face, shaking in time with your untying. Scooting back, you're able to pull down his shorts and boxers. Hard and leaking with pre-cum, his dick slapped to his stomach. He's bigger than you had anticipatedâand throbbing with a need for you.
Chris watched your awed expression. "You can take it."
A whine escaped your lips, but you don't argue. Instead, you reach to his length, gripping his base. Taking your thumb, you pumped the pre-cum down his veins. Pulsating under your hand, his dick moved involuntarily from your touch. He sucked in a breath through bared teeth.
"Patience," you mocked.
He bucked into your hand, a clear sense of defiance. He held back onto your sides, urging for you to get closer. You silently obeyed, moving your bottoms aside and hovering over his cock. His hands were steady on you as you align yourself.
Slowly, you lowered your hips. Your walls sucked in his tip, the two of you moaning in sync. At a painstaking pace, you sunk him deeper. Heâs big inside of you, your pussy stretched like elastic around his cock. You gasped as you hit the base, taking his entire length.
Chrisâs cheeks were flushed red from the heat, and his chest was slick with moisture. Hair tousled and breath labored, he looked perfect beneath you. You began raising yourself off his dick, emptiness filling you before you sank back down. With Chrisâs guided help, you set a pace.
Undoing your bikini strap in a slick movement, your tits fell from the fabric. He kneaded them, using them as handles as you rode him. Your nipples hardened under his touch, and your boobs bounced with the rhythm you had set. Arching your back, they were in full display in front of his face. He took the opportunity, and latched his mouth to your hardened bud. Sucking at the sensative skin, whimpers fell rom your lips.
âHoly fuck, Chris,â you breathed, holding his shoulders.
He released your nipple. âRiding me so fucking good.â
His fingers traveled to where your bodies meet. He rubbed your clit in messy circles, and began thrusting with your pace. The added sensation caused an ache to coil low in your stomach.
âYou feel soâholy shit.â You could barely force words out, and he knew this.
You rode him relentlessly, using him to fuel your own pleasure. His tip rammed your g-spot each time, the angle impeccable. Throwing your head back, you quickened your speed. Sounds escaped from his throat, guttural groans that make your chest pound. You squeezed your eyes shut.
âFucking yourself dumb on my cock, arenât you?â You could hear the stupid grin in the voice.
âChrisââ
âGonna cum around me?â
You nodded helplessly.
âCum around my dick, fucking slut.â
A wave crashed over you, and you leaned your forehead against his. In a mess of shivers, you released around him. He continued to thrust upwards, chasing his own pleasure. Youâre unable to move, and your thighs shook around his pulsing cock.
As he continued his relentless pace, you realized he has no intention of stopping. Instead, he held your back, flipping you to lay on the wood.
âOh my god Chris I canâtââ you tried to finish a sentence, but itâs impossible.
âYou feel so goodâholy shit,â he groaned, speeding up.
His face lowered to yours, and you dug your manicured nails into his back. Lips desperately colliding, your tongues foughtfor dominance. Itâs sloppy, disordered, and perfect. His pumps matched the pace of your kiss, and you can tell heâs close. Your nails are sure to draw blood. Your back was pressed to the hot wood, and the weight of him against you is intoxicating. He tasted sweet in a way you wouldnât have expected.
You clenched your pussy around him, feeling your second climax nearing.
âOh fuck, do that again,â he breathed.
You continued to tighten, feeling his thrusts become disordered. In a messy final stroke, you felt him spilling inside of you. The sensation caused another climax to rip at your core. Moaning into his mouth, the two of you panted together. Scalding heat permeated both of your bodies, sweat slicking between you.
âJust to be clear,â he started, pulling out of you.
âThis never happened,â you finished.
a/n: go check out Summer of Sturniolo!
This is definitely the longest fic I've done! I wrote this before the newest video came out, but itâs funny that their theme was fireworks too đ
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this series contains Ë ÝđĽ ÝË smut w plot, some angst, use of alcohol and drugs, toxicity, softdom!chris, softsub!reader, fingering, light choking, somewhat dry humping, p n v, clit stimulation, praise, degradation, kind of public, mutual masterbation, use of pet names, use of handcuffs, arguing
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that night, like every other night, your mind ran amuck. it spiraled with ideas as you layed, curled in your sheets. it was times like these that you wished you lived on campus. maybe the sound of someone living next to you would give you something to focus on. but instead you had an apartment, way too spacious for just yourself. your closest neighbor was an old woman, and even she was doors down. you werenât sure why no one wanted to live at the end of the hall like you. there were a few empty apartments surrounding yours, and in your few months of living here you had tried to convince claire to move into one of them. it was unsuccessful. of course, they were a common topic you imagined about. were they haunted by some ancient entity? were they infested with termites? you tried not to focus too much on either of those, because you did want to be able to actually fall asleep at some point.Â
but this specific night, you couldnât think of anything besides chris. did you imagine that entire scenario? or did it really happen, and you were reading too much into it? you spent so many of your teenage years fantasizing about conversations, interactions, and a potential relationship with chris. you imagined what you would say to him if he ever acknowledged you, how cool you would play it. but when he actually did, you played it far from cool. there was no batting of your eyelashes or curling of your hair strand. you melted at his gaze, and stuttered at his words. it was impossible to live out the unspeakable fantasies you had of him if you couldnât even hold eye contact. and you knew that. you promised yourself that if you ever got the chance to see him again, you would make the most of it. maybe the flirting you would do would be humiliating, but at least you could say you tried.Â
and a few days later you got that chance.Â
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you flopped on your comforter, stomach down to the bed. your groan of frustration was muffled into the satin pillows.
âstop sulking.â claire objected, the sound of hangers clinking coming from your closet where she stood.
you flipped over onto your back, arms crossed. âyouâve seen it in there. i have nothing.âÂ
ânothing?â claire questioned mockingly as she motioned to the clothes strewn across your bedroom.Â
âyou know what i mean.âÂ
âno, i think you have plenty. you just need to go wild. wear something sexy.â she pled.Â
âiâm always dressing sexy.âÂ
she looked you up and down slowly, her eyes drawing over your oversized t-shirt and stained pajama pants. âi think we have different ideas of sexy.âÂ
you threw a pillow in her direction.
she continued rifling through your closet as she spoke. âi just want to see you putting yourself out there. like literally whenâs the last time you got laid?âÂ
âwhat makes you think im not getting laid?âÂ
she mustâve taken that as a rhetorical question, because she carried on speaking. âhaving your birthday on halloween is such a cheat code. you get to dress up as whatever you want and everyoneâs down to party.âÂ
âim not even sure i want a party.â you grumbled.Â
she didnât even bother to look up from what she was doing when she responded âthe party is happening.â
you would've thought a tragedy happened by the way claire then gasped. you watched as she pulled out an outfit you forgot existed, her mouth hanging open at the sight. it was practically lingerie, a black and lace dress with cutouts in all the right places.Â
she wiggled the hanger. âthis one.âÂ
you shook your head firmly. âclaire. no.âÂ
next thing you knew it was dark, your apartment illuminated by neon LEDS. you and claire had spent the previous few hours filling your kitchen with various types of alcohol, and covering your home head to toe in halloween decoration. there were red streamers hanging from the top of each doorway, coloured solo cups stacked on pop-up tables, and music reverberating from every direction. as much as you wouldâve originally preferred to spend your birthday differently, you had to admit that the excitement of everyone around you was contagious. people had begun indulging in the refreshments some time ago, and it was evident. the classic college halloween party was in full effectâsingles making out in corners, people throwing up off your balcony, a line to the bathroom forming. you had to admit youâd always wanted to go to a themed party like thisâmaybe one not in your own houseâbut nonetheless it was shaping up to be great.Â
you reached behind a couple doing a flawless demonstration of PDA to grab a plastic cup from the counter. after bumping into a multitude of other people you made it to the kitchen island, and began pouring yourself a drink. it ended up being mostly apple juice, but you prided yourself in even adding alcohol at all. the last thing you needed was to make more of a fool of yourself. you were already drawing an unreasonable amount of attention with your outfit. the little lacey dress and black cat ears was a pathetic excuse of a halloween costume. you had to admit claire was right though, you did look positively sexy. that fact didnât make you any less self conscious of all the eyes clinging to you.Â
abruptly, two hands fell onto your shoulders from behind. you spun around and looked up to see the culprit. for a second your heart skipped a beat, but when you realized it wasnât who you thought it was, you impulsively saddened your demeanour.Â
matt lowered his hands off your shoulders. âdamn, i was expecting a warmer welcome.âÂ
you smiled and hugged him under his arms. âsorry, i thought you were someone else.â
âwhat, you thought i was chris or something?â he joked.Â
you avoided his eye contact.Â
âshit. what is it with you guys lately.â his expression morphed in a way that made him seem almost annoyed.
âwhat do you mean?âÂ
âi mention his name and you act all⌠odd. got that same look as he did when i mentioned you to him the other day.â
your heart dropped to your ankles. âyou talked to chris about me?â
matt shrugged. âi tried. he shut that one down super quick.âÂ
he waited a moment for a reply before speaking again. âis there something going on between you two?â
you were one who suffered from extreme analysis paralysis, always zoning out to think about something. but at matt's words, no response was even in the realm of your mind.Â
âno thereâs not. trust me.â you said finally. and your words were the truth. there was nothing going on. but if what matt was saying was true, why did chris have any sort of reaction to your name? was there something going on?Â
his brow ridge raised in doubt. âif there is, i donât like it. he wonât treat you right, y/n, keep that in mind.â he spoke with assurance, not jealously. his eyes were still and holding, as if he was trying to tell you that you were making the worst mistake of your life.Â
a part of you thanked him, and was greatful he was looking out for you. but the majority of you was angry. why did he think that you couldnât figure things out on your own? why did everyone think you were some innocent baby?Â
âi donât need you to warn me about stupid shit like that, matt. go find someone else to talk down to.â your words came off harsher, and cut deeper than you meant them to, leaving your friend defeated as you turned your back to him.Â
you left the kitchen, dodging between the crowd to make it to your living room. there was a game of cup pong restricting you from getting to your couch, so you stood in a empty spot next to the wall. you gripped your cup with both hands, and immersed yourself in thought.
why did everyone treat you like you couldnât make decisions for your own? matt saying you were âmaking a bad choiceâ, chris saying you couldnât smoke, and even claire picking your outfit for you.Â
you heard a voice say your name, but the music muddled any sense of direction you had. whirling your body around in a circle, your eyes immediately landed on chris. he was scanning your body meticulously, like he didnât want to miss a single part of your sultry costume. you felt the now familiar hotness creep up to your cheeks, and your hold on the cup became shaky. you took the opportunity to look at his outfit. he was dressed in a prisoner uniform, and it was zipped down with a black wifebeater underneath. a pair of handcuffs dangled off one of his wrists. you couldnât explain the reaction the uniform gave to you, but you felt heat pooling at your core as he stepped closer.Â
chris closed the little distance you had between the two of you, leaning down to your face. he swept your hair back, his lips brushing up the skin of your neck as he made it to your ear. âquite the outfit.â he said, the vibration of his voice in your ear causing your whole body to go numb. he drew his face away, keeping eye contact while he did so. "happy birthday." he added.
âi.. um.. didnât know you were coming.â you spoke, mustering up the most confidence you could.Â
âi couldnât miss free alcohol.â he smirked.Â
âyou donât even have a cup.â you said, suddenly becoming more aware of the drink you held.Â
âiâm surprised youâre drinking.âÂ
âwhy wouldnât i be?â
âyou justâŚâ he scanned down your figure again. âdonât seem like the type.âÂ
you scowled. âgod why does everyone think iâm so innocent!âÂ
in your frustration, you didnât notice him reaching at your cup. you powerlessly gave it up as he grasped it and brought it to his lips, drinking.Â
âthat is like 99% juice, kid.â he laughed, as if he was proving you right about something.Â
at first you looked off to your side, embarrassed. but soon you remembered the promise you made to yourself, to actually make a conscious effort with chris. but you had to admit you needed some liquid courage to get the job done.Â
âthen letâs get some real drinks.â you said, and retreated back to the kitchen, hopeful that he would follow you. you had to adjust the fabric so it didnât come up too high on your ass as you walked.Â
thankfully, he tailgated you until you both ended up back in the kitchen. you wasted no time pouring yourself a shot and throwing it back into your throat. the second one you took chris joined you, so you were swallowing the liquor at the same time.Â
a few minutes go by until confidence was seeping through you. you were sitting on the counter, watching your feet dangle off the ground. chris was across the kitchen, talking to some guy you barely recognized. something possessed you to break up their conversation and call out chrisâs name. he turned towards you when you did, and you gestured for him to come over. you silently thanked the alcohol in your system as he made his way to you.Â
âchriiiiis.â you sung, outstretching your hands towards him.Â
he tilted his head down at you, now close enough to be almost touching your knees as you sat. âyou drunk?âÂ
âmmm a little.â you brushed your fingertips along either of his orange sleeves. âare you?â
he didnât reciprocate any sort of affection, but also didnât move away from your touch. âyeah. but clearly not as much as you.â
you parted your legs to either side of chrisâs torso, silently inviting him to step closer. you watched as what seemed like hesitation crept over him. he inhaled sharply before taking a half step forward.Â
you had to look almost straight up to meet eyes with him before speaking. âheyyy.â you smiled with your words, a newfound sense of confidence in you.Â
âhi y/n.âÂ
a faint scent of mint, sweet booze, and his usual cologne enveloped him, the smell intoxicating. alas, no alcohol was enough to completely rid yourself of your nerves. having him this close to you was like an ice bath, sobering you irritatingly.Â
âhow are you liking the party?â you asked, trying to keep your cool as his eyes flicked to your lips.Â
âitâs interesting being in your house.â he was inching closer now, close enough that you could feel the thin fabric of your panties wetting.Â
ââŚyeah? whyâs that?â nervousness snuck in your voice. you wished you could close your thighs, to hide the evidence of your arousal.Â
âitâs like being in someoneâs mind, yâknow?âÂ
âoh.â you became more self aware of the contents of your apartment.Â
âis that bad? me being in your mind?â he asked, his arms crossed.Â
âum.. maybe?âÂ
âwhatâs in there that you donât want me to know about?âÂ
your breath hitched as he sealed the distance between you two, his waist directly in between your legs. he adjusted so you could feel the soft pressure of a growing hardness against your clothed clit. your mouth fell just slightly agape at the sensation. he noticed your reaction, a coy look flaunting on his face. the stimulation seemed to affect him as well, because his jaw clenched as he looked down at you.
"i asked you a question." his head classically tilted as he waited for a response.
"there's nothing bad.. in my mind."
he clicked his tongue against his teeth. "see, i don't think that's quite the truth, now is it?"
you swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to think of anything besides the feeling between your thighs. if chris knew the type of things you were thinking about him, the type of things you had always thought about him, he would never look at you the same.
his arms uncrossed and he gingerly placed both hands on either one of your thighs, still maintaining the mutual gaze. all the fantasies you had obsessed over for years came to the forefront of your mind, any sense of confidence washing away. his thumb rubbed softly over your bare thigh, catalyzing a wave of shivers up your body. he watched as goosebumps appeared across your skin from his touch. despite the bustling environment, the silence between you two felt thick enough to lean against.
"chris.. what are you doing?" you muttered, watching his fingers inch towards your inner thigh.
"is this not okay?"
"no no it'sâ" you were interrupted by his touch reaching the lace of your panties, where your bodies met.
"it's what?"
"it's okay."
he stopped his hand from moving. "tell me what you want. i need to hear you say it."
"chris⌠please.." you layered your hand on his, as if to guide it where you needed.
his touch was unmoving. "say it."
"i need you to touch me, please."
you could feel chris's cock twitch at the sound of you begging. he ran his tongue over his bottom lip like he was facing some sort of inner dilemma. you could feel as his bulge grew against you, his hand still placed just at your sheer underwear. the urge you had to pull him impossibly closer overwhelmed you. just as you were about to give in, about to put your hands on parts of him you'd always wanted to touch, the music that encased the apartment cut out and was replaced by a deafening yell.
"cops!"
people began hastening in all directions, the sound of clinking alcohol bottles accompanying shouting as everyone tried to leave. you scambered off the counter and to a window, to see that the person was right. police officers were gathering at the bottom of your building, holding flashlights and looking straight through the glass at you. chris gripped your wrist, pulling you away from the window.
"come on." somehow, his voice was still collected as he spoke.
"its my house! i canât leave!" you insisted, trying to pull yourself from his grasp.
the effort was useless. you and chris followed the crowd out the front door and rushed down the set of stairs. the sound of what you assumed to be officers filing in the lobby was close, and your heart thumped at the riskiness of the path you two were taking. chris was in front of you, his hand still clasped on your wrist. you could've sworn he was smiling, like he was enjoying this. the group of people you had escaped with all scattered as soon as you made it outside, and you scanned the street for claire. chris didn't allow you much time to stand still, and continued taking your arm. you ran for a minute more, until he pulled your body to the side, into a small space between two shops. the pocket was just big enough for you to stand across from eachother without touching. he finally let go of you, and you pressed your back against the chilled stone. the road was silent, the low hum of a street lamp being one of the only things breaking the stillness. you could also hear the faint dripping of water down a rainpipe, and focused on it rather than on the butterflies in your stomach. both of your exhausted pants melted together, and your face was right at his chest as it raised and fell. you looked up at him, smiling without realizing it.
"god i need a cigarette." he spoke finally, returning your gaze.
a cigarette? while you were still focused on the feeling of him against you in the kitchen, he was craving a cigarette?
you just laughed breathily. "yeah."
the side of his lip curled up. "what do you need?"
suddenly you were hyper aware of the nonexistent space between the two of you. his hands were kept to themselves, but that didn't help your imagination from running wild. you shook some sense back into your mind and responded.
" i need to be back in my house."
"yeah? being arrested for underaged drinking?"
you diverted your eyes from his.
"you should be thanking me for dragging you away from the place." he brushed his fingers along your bare arm, causing goosebumps to once again rise on your skin. you tried not to let it distract you.
"thanking you? i can make decisions about what i wanna do by myself." you folded your arms, which subsequently caused your boobs to press up to your chest.
chris noticed this, and that same inner-dilemma look played on his face.
"so what do you want to do right now?" he asked.
"ummm."
"oh come on" he cooed, "i thought you could make decisions by yourself."
his voice was enough to make you melt away right then and there. you accidentally glimpsed at his lips, to which he smirked again. he moved his hand from your arm to graze the thin chain of a necklace on your collarbone. you inhale sharply the moment his fingers brush your sensitive skin. his eyes trailed down your curves, and the expression that displayed on his face made it seem like he was consciously holding himself back. his hand moved up, half on your neck and half on your jawline. he leaned in carefully, giving you more than enough time to reject the advance. his face tilted and his lips stopped just before yours, as he rested his second hand on the curve of your waist. your stomach was twisted in knots as your fantasy slowly became reality. you heeled slightly to be almost at your tiptoes, in an attempt to prompt the kiss. but he retreated just enough that your lips continued to be apart.
"say you want it."
you replied immediatly. "i want it. you."
he tilted his head sideways, like he was waiting for something more.
"please."
as soon as the words left your mouth, chris sealed the kiss.
he was gentle at first, allowing you to get used to the feeling. but after you broke apart, it was obvious that he had no intention of stopping. he collided with you again, his hand lowering to form a loose grip around your neck. you leaned against eachother, supporting one another up as your hand planted on his chest. you parted your lips, allowing his tongue to tangle with yours. you couldn't help but let a whimper fall out of your mouth into the kiss, and his reaction was tightening the grip on your throat. he held you firmly against him, in such a way that signified that he was both in charge, and still holding back.
you became hyper aware of his one hands movements when it made it to the bottom hem of your dress. he broke your lips apart to soundlessly ask permission. your nod was all the approval he needed before he rode your dress up to your hips, revealing your red laced panties.
"fuck." he murmured, and took his fingers to trace down your clothed slit. "you're so fucking wet."
your face flushed in embarrassment, and you clamped your thighs together. "sorry.."
he furrowed his brows. "why the fuck would you be sorry? open your legs for me."
you obeyed, spreading your legs open just enough that his fingers could retreat back to where you wanted them most. he layed a small slap on your pussy through your underwear, causing you to gasp into his wife beater. he played with the top lace of the fabric before sliding his hand underneath, watching your reaction fixedly. he moved his fingers down you, parting your folds to gather the wetness that was slowly falling from you. he used it to bring it expertly to your clit, circling the moisture around your aching bud. he moved slow, teasing you painfully. your mouth fell open, and you layed your forehead on his chest. he immediately stopped and used his grip on your neck to make you look up at him.
"look at me while i make you feel good." he demanded, leaving no room for retort.
you nodded helplessly, and, desperate for more friction, moved your hips against chris's fingers. he seemed amused, and allowed it, sinking one finger into your sopping pussy. you used the loophole instantly, and moved your body to grind on his finger.
"good girl. so fucking tight, shit." he breathed, curling up to meet your g-spot.
you released your first moan, and chris took full advantage of knowing the spot that made you make such an intoxicating noise. he stretched your pussy to add a second finger, and wasted no time before curling that one too. your knees fell weak, and your brows curved upwards in pleasure. he used his thumb to move up and down your clit as he worked his fingers inside of you. the added stimulation caused a turn in your lower stomach. you didn't know how much longer you would last if he continued like this.
while his one hand worked on your pussy, the other lowered from your neck to the fabric that covered your bust. he cupped his hand underneath both your bra and the dress to release one of your boobs.
"god you have perfect tits." he latched his lips over your hardened nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud.
"holy fuck chris i'm close." you gasped, hand in his hair as he continued to suck you.
he took this as a challenge, and added more pressure to your clit. he palmed your tit, pinching your nipple in between two fingers. your orgasm curled in you, and the feeling of your cunt around his fingers was growing to be too much. your clit was swollen and aching, your face was blushed and beginning to sweat, and the way chris looked in the darkness of the alley tipped you over the edge. as your walls clenched around him, your climax ripped through you. not alleviating his pace, he continued to fuck you with his fingers as you rode out your high.
"you look so fucking sexy cumming on my fingers."
a/n âď¸: if u saw the typo when i first posted this, no you didnât.
this series contains Ë ÝđĽ ÝË smut w plot, mentions of alcohol and smoking, use of pet names, oral (m!recieving), somewhat public sex, kinda rough/hate sex, unprotected p n v, bickering, light degradation, light size kink, light choking, fighting with light blood (not between reader and matt)
word count Ë ÝđĽ ÝË 1.9k
note: imagine the bar to look like this & this
â lowercase intended
you stacked the ceramic plates in one hand, using your other to expertly wipe the crumbs from the table. the stereo music was low, the rickety chairs were deserted, and the old bar was finally coming to a close for the night. you made your way to the kitchen to give the new dishwasher some more work to do. he barely looked up from the suds of the sink as you handed him the last of the dirtied dinnerware.
the next order of business in closing the pub was less favourable.
you stepped into the regular domain of a not-so-favourable coworker, the counter where all the booze and other refreshments lived. thankfully, he was nowhere to be seen, so you began wiping down the surfaces. you hummed a tune to make the work go faster, until the sound of a throat clearing interrupted your song.
you carried on with cleaning as you responded, "yes, matt?"
there was no one else that the passive aggressive coughing could've come from besides matt, your 'not-so-favourable coworker'.
"i did that already." he spoke plainly, as if interacting with you was the most boresome chore.
you ran the soap-filled cloth over the metal of the beer taps. "well, you missed a spot."
matt scoffed from behind you, and you heard the stomp of his shoes advancing closer. the steps halted from across the counter, where the bar stools stood. you felt his eyes burning into your scalp as you ignored him, neurotically scrubbing a stain on the wood to avoid meeting his gaze.
"do you need something?" you asked blandly.
"i need you to stop making more work for yourself. it's disturbing."
"talking to me like you're my boss."
"i will be soon." he affirmed, his voice prematurely etched in authority.
you finally brought your head up from cleaning, and there it wasâ the very reason that you didn't want to look at him. the dark lights of the restaurant illuminated his brunette curls and annoyingly faultless face. he wore a fully black outfit that matched your own. his shirt was casual and short sleeved, and it hugged on the thickness of his biceps, while his pants were more dress-like, a trouser, held up by a belt. his arm, riddled with tattoos, was folded up to hold a small white towel that he had slung over his shoulder. the only uniform requirement was all black, and it was moments like these where you were both irritated and grateful for it. you wished he wasn't so hot, it would've made things so much easier for you.
you shook the thoughts that infiltrated your mind before responding, "you wish."
"i don't have to. marcus is gonna come to his senses soon and realize who's the better fit."
marcus, the owner of the bar, had recently fired the general manager for reasons unknown. it was obvious the only choices for the new manager were you and matt, considering that you'd been there the longest. the owner had been hanging around more often in the last few days, observing the two of you intently. it forced you and matt to be on your best behavior towards one another, which was no easy feat. but at closing, when marcus was long gone, you were free to bicker to your hearts content.
"yeah, keep dreaming buddy." you snorted, coming around the counter to start pushing in all of the chairs.
he didn't bother with any assistance, and continued ranting. "y'know, you're gonna regret the things you've said t'me when i control who cleans the bathrooms, smartass."
"seems like you're just kinky for a power dynamic." you shot at him, mindlessly flipping the 'open' sign the other way around.
he huffed. "you're the one trying to get me all secluded."
"it's closing time. god forbid i do my job and lock the door."
a small smirk curled at his lip as he crossed his arms to his chest. you both turned your heads to the sound of the kitchen door closing, a signal that meant the dishwasher had left for the day. matt squeaked a stool out, one that you had freshly stowed away under the lip of the counter. once he was sat, he used a single hand to pull a second from under the edge.
"are you expecting me to join you?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
"i mean, i can count the tips alone, if you trust me." he placed a tin can on the counter, the one with a half-torn-off tomato sauce label that the restaurant used for tips. a chorus of rattles sounded as he poured the paper and coins on the wood. he smiled at you coyly, knowing what the outcome of the interaction would be.
you reluctantly sat on the seat next to him as he fished the remaining money from the tin.
"y'know," he began, "most of these tips are probably mine."
you quipped back instantly, your eyes practically rolling into your skull. "yeah, only 'cause you flirt with all the customers."
he raised his gaze from the dollars up to your face. you could've sworn you saw his eyes flit to your lips before he replied, "mm you seem jealous."
"get over yourself."
you did feel something when you watched matt interact with all the pretty girls that would come up to him. he would converse, not-so-subtly trace their skimpy outfits, and smile as he made them their vodka crans. it almost enraged you, the way they would bat their eyes at him. you never looked deep enough into yourself to ask why it made you so angry. this was partly because you tried to keep all matt-related content away from your brain, but also because you were afraid of what it meant that you were thinking about him at all.
"i am jealous of them actuallyâthey get to think you're just a hot bartender. i envy them for not knowing your horrible personality." you almost immediately regretted your choice of words.
"hot bartender?" he repeated, smirking but not looking up from counting the bills.
"from the outside perspective." you mumbled, trying to somehow take back what you had said.
"good to know you think i'm hot."
"i didn't say that."
"i'm positive you did, sweetheart."
you pulled your face into a disgusted expression, but matt didn't miss how your thighs simultaneously squeezed together at the sound of the nickname. an all-too-familiar, and frustratingly sexy smile spread on his face. you ignored his eyes, instead looking at the way his fingers flipped through the bills. he caught this too, which only made his cockiness grow.
"if you had better social skills, maybe you'd be racking in the tips like me." he said, flattening a few dollars against the hard surface.
"i have excellent social skills." you scoffed.
his eyes squinted in doubt.
you disregarded his scepticism, and continued on speaking. "you just don't exactly bring out my happy-go-lucky side."
"it's not like you talk to the customers with much joy, either." he argued.
"oh i'm sorry, I forgot that it's in the job description to get all their numbers."
"you wouldn't be able to if you tried."
you stared at him, something that felt like anger trickling through your body. but it wasn't quite angerâ it was almost determination, like you had something to prove. you pocketed your share of the money and got up, the stool dragging along the beaten floor as you shoved it back into place. you wrapped around the counter, retreating back where you had been while cleaning.
you tried, for a moment, to ignore matt. but validating yourself was too tempting.
"wanna bet?" you challenged, untying your waist apron from behind.
"that you can't get five numbers in one night? absolutely." matt followed you to where you stood, and began parroting you by also taking off his server's apron.
you both folded the fabrics in sync, and you bent over to place yours in the small cubby under the bar top, the way you always did after a shift. his eyes lazily skimmed over your body as he waited for an opportunity to utilize the compartment.
when you stood, he was planted so close behind you that your back collided against his chest. his hands instinctively steadied you by your waist as you stumbled into him. your senses were hit like a train as he grabbed a hold of you. his intoxicating scent, clean and savoury, overcame you. you breathed in unconsciously, relishing in the woodsy aroma that couldn't help but feel so familiar. when your feet were firm on the ground, and you were successfully stabilized, matt's hands didn't move off your curves. instead, he took the position he had you in as an ample opportunity to lean down to your ear.
"what do i get if i win?" his voice was low, smoky, and laced with an undertone that you couldn't quite pinpoint. cockiness? desire?
hairs on your neck stood, and goosebumps began trailing up your skin. you became acutely aware of the proximity of your ass to his waist, and spun around in an attempt to abolish the arousal creeping between your legs.
the new alignment was no better. his hands were still locked to your waist, his body still agonizingly close, but now you could see his face. and god that made it worse.
the faint shading of a beard at his cheeks, his eyes low and blue, and the faint smug grin that played on his lips made it hopeless for you to stay stoic.
"what do you want.. if you win?" you choked out, trying to harness all the confidence you could as his gaze traveled to your lips.
the tension was rich, and coated the atmosphere like honey. his head tilted down at you, eyes dark with indecision. his arms flexed as he delegated just enough pressure to hold you, his grasp stern but still gentle. you maintained a fixed and untelling expression the best you could, but was weak in hiding the way your breath hitched as he advanced impossibly closer.
he guided you backwards, pushing your body to meet the hard surface. the movement was the opposite of delicate or soothing, and you propped your hands behind you to support yourself. your fingers smashed into a stack of plastic cups, causing them to consequently clatter to the ground, scattering across the floor in the most inconvenient fashion. although the disorder broke the stillness, his posture didn't change, and his eyes stayed glued to you as if any disturbance would mean nothing to him.
but at the break in the silence, you regained your composure. what were you doing, allowing him to touch you the way he was? you pushed his arms off of you, careful not to linger on the tattoos you had previously been secretly admiring.
his tongue punched the inside of his cheek as he backed away from you. something in him switched, and he shook his head like he was breaking out of a trance. the look he had before, like he couldn't rip his eyes from you, was completely washed from his face.
"i want you to quit."
you stood, stunned, for a moment before you responded, "what?"
"if you can't get five numbers tomorrow, and i win, i want you to turn in your resignation."
the infamous feeling of hate seeped through you, your brows crumpling together.
"are you serious?"
he crossed his arms, nodding. "very."
you silently imagined yourself spending even one more week with matt, and immediately felt your stomach turn in sickness. you didn't bother obsessing over the details, not giving him the satisfaction of you even thinking you were going to lose the bet.
"deal."
a/nâď¸: first matt fic and i accidentally kept using chrisâs name. im pretty sure i replaced all my mistakes, but if i didnât, please ignore đ
this series contains Ë ÝđĽ ÝË smut w plot, some angst, use of alcohol and drugs, toxicity, softdom!chris, softsub!reader, fingering, light choking, somewhat dry humping, p n v, clit stimulation, praise, degradation, kind of public, mutual masterbation, use of pet names, use of handcuffs, arguing
word count Ë ÝđĽ ÝË 3k
â lowercase intended
if you were anything, you were a daydreamer. it didnât matter if you were in a barren desert landscape, youâd conjure up something in your mind to keep you entertained. you liked to think that it made the world interesting, and itâs not like it was doing any harm. except maybe when you got so lost in thought that you didnât hear someone attempting to talk to you.Â
âhellooo are you there?â your bestfriend claire was waving at you, her palm inches away from your face.Â
you shook reality into your eyes and turned to look at her. she sighed in relief. âthought i lost you thereâÂ
âiâm here, iâm justâŚâ you paused to look through the window, watching as people strolled on the campus below. âin my own world.â
âalways,â claire began, âbut letâs get back on track.â she was laying on her stomach in front of you, a notebook crowded with words and highlighted sections on the bed in between you both. she held a mechanical pencil in her hand, and was tapping the eraser on the paper restlessly.Â
âweâve been at this for hours. canât we take a break?â you asked, laying down on your side and propping yourself up with your elbow.Â
she groaned, shut the notebook, and reached over to place it on the side table.Â
you smiled in satisfaction, nuzzling to be in a more comfortable position on her bed. you took the silent moment to look around her small dorm room. despite having been in the room a multitude of times since the semester began, each time you found something new to remark on. maybe it was because you were so observant, or maybe it was because claire was the eclectic type, and was always filling her place with more trinkets and tapestries.Â
claire noticed you zoning out. âwhat you thinking about?âÂ
âugh gosh.â you reply. how could you explain that you were thinking about everything, all of the time?Â
âchris?â she asked, softly shoving your arm and giggling.Â
you and claire had gone to middle and highschool together. during that time you met matt, who quickly became a good friend to you both. eventually, you found out that matt was a triplet, and were introduced to his matching brothers, chris and nick. the boys graduated together, a year prior to you. they continued their education at a nearby college, to which you and claire also began attending after your own graduation. in spite of all the time you spent with matt, claire had always teased you about your longing stares towards his brother, chris. but chris was out of the picture, completely off limits. besides, you guys werenât even acquaintances, let alone friends.Â
âdo i have to reiterate myself again?â you scoffed.Â
âyeah yeah. he's so not your typeâ she mocked your previously said words playfully.
âhe isnât!â you tried to convince her, and yourself, that you believed what was coming out of your mouth.
âhey, iâm just saying, you take one brother, iâll take the other. perfect two-man.â she laughed.Â
you forced a disgusted expression. âyouâre sick.âÂ
in reality, the thought was far from sick. it was invigorating, imagining yourself alongside chris. but you knew that it was just your mind being delusional, and that a future him was nonexistent.Â
âbut likeâŚâ claire started, âyou know chris is hot. why not go for him?âÂ
you hesitated, trying to lasso a single thought. âi donât know⌠he doesn't even pay attention to me⌠and like with matt and everything, i just canât.â you stammered stupidly.
âis there someone else?â
âyou would know if there was.â you spoke honestly. there was no one else. there had never been anyone else. just a longstanding, incessant, unrequited crush on your friends brother. great.Â
âwell speaking of matt.. i invited him over.â she said, staring at you like she was trying to gauge your reaction.Â
your eyes lit up. âyou did?âÂ
âwe havenât seen him in like forever, i thought it would be nice. especially since we're all at the same campus now.âÂ
at that sentence, a knock on the door drummed. claire practically jumped out of her place on the bed. she scurried to the door while you cleared off the remaining pencils and highlighters from the patterned duvet. she reached the handle, glancing to you one last time before turning it. when she did, a familiar face stood in the doorâs place. actually⌠two familiar faces. behind matt, a similar, but more brooding figure was leaning his side against the door frame. chris.Â
your eyes immediately magnetized to his as confusion spiraled in your brain. what was he doing here?Â
most people were under the impression that the triplets were a packaged deal, never one without the other. but the reality couldnât be more opposite. in highschool the brothers always ran with different crowds. matt would hang around your group, nick on occasion would join, but chris never payed you guys any mind. he was always the type of kid that sat at the back of the classroom, or never showed up to school at all. it made having any type of interaction with him nearly impossible. there were days where you, with the frequent company of claire, would go to mattâs house to hang out. you three, plus a few other teens, made a decent sized friend group. you would all do the basic basement activitiesâ videogames, eating, sometimes a little drinking if you were all up for it. but no matter what you were doing, no matter how exciting, chris never made himself available. he was always out, god knows where. and if he was home at the same time that you were over, you never so much as made eye contact with eachother. so, he stayed the classic âfriends mysterious brotherâ. but the fact that you didnât actually know him never stopped your mind from wandering.Â
âhi.â mattâs voice interrupted your rumination. realizing you had been staring at chris, you forced yourself to avert your gaze.Â
the saliva in your mouth had spontaneously dried up completely, leaving your mouth stuck closed.Â
â..matt, hi!â claire spoke, finally. her eyes darted over to the other brother. âand chrisâŚitâs⌠good to see you!âÂ
âiâm just here for the little caesar's,â chris said, his voice deep and velvety. you scoured your brain to try to remember if you had ever heard a voice as satisfying as his.Â
wait. little caesarâs?Â
you were so focused on chris that you hadnât noticed the box that matt held in front of his chest. god, you hoped you didnât always look so obscenely oblivious.Â
chris pushed himself off the frame from his side as claire gestured for the two boys to come inside. you straightened your posture and hopped off the raised dorm bed onto the ground. once matt set down the pizza on the bed, you did your regular routine of hugging him. claire did the same as you stood awkwardly in front of chris. you attempted not to stare at him for too long this time. you tried not to focus on the way his dark hair fell slightly over his eyesâor how his black sleeveless âpirate girlâ shirt accentuated the muscles on his arms. shit. Â
you opened your mouth to speak, but the words caught in your throat. after trying again, you managed to get a broken sentence out. âi.. didnât know you were comingâ you spoke to chris, but when his response was merely forming a straight line with his lips, you turned back to matt. âactually i didnât know either of you were.âÂ
matt glanced at claire in confusion before responding, âa good surprise i hope?âÂ
you laughed softly. âof course.âÂ
the four of you settled down to eat from the pizza box. claire and matt were seated on the bed, while you and chris sat uncomfortably next to each other on the sofa across from them. well, you should say you assumed it was uncomfortable for chris. you however, were so lost in your own mind that you forgot to be uncomfortable. the space between both of your bodies was palpably small, and you wondered if he sat so close on purpose. you couldnât help but gawk at chrisâs veined hands as he folded a piece of pizza in half. he raised it to his mouth, his jawline perfectly chiseled as he chewed. his legs were spread apart as he sat, his hair was tussled, and every movement he did made you think things that you would never say aloud.Â
claire must have caught on to your studying of chris, because she cleared her throat. the sound jolted you out of your staring, and you looked at her. she made a not-so-subtle expression, darting her eyes between you and chris. you furrowed your brows and mouthed, âwhat?â her next words she spoke aloud.
âhey y/n can you come to the bathroom with me for a sec?âÂ
you reluctantly got up and followed claire to her attached bathroom. you couldâve sworn you heard chris mumble something about âgirls always going to the bathroom togetherâ as you walked away. once the door was closed, she brought her voice to an erratic whisper. if you could even call it a whisper. it more suited the title of loud breathy voice.
âyou so totally want him!âÂ
you cupped her mouth with your hand. âclaire! shhhh! your walls are like paper thin!âÂ
her mouth moved incessantly under your palm, so, gingerly, you removed your hand. thankfully she lowered her voice to an actual whisper.Â
âi saw you staring at him. donât even deny it.âÂ
âi was not.â
âdonât you lie to me.âÂ
you folded your arms. âi have never hung out with him before! i was just⌠observing him.â
âno, iâve seen you observe. you, my friend, were totally checking chris out.âÂ
when you didnât respond, she kept whispering.
âhey, we all like a bad boy. no shame.â she raised both her hands in front of her bust in surrender.Â
you scoffed. âheâs not a bad boy.â
claire looked at you like you were the most blind person alive.Â
you were growing anxious of the boys being left alone. you thought, for a second, that maybe you were anxious being away from chris, but you buried that thought as far away as possible. there was no way you needed to have your knee next to his or needed to be smelling his irresistible cologne. you just wanted another slice of pizza, thatâs all.Â
when you and claire left the bathroom, you stared at the empty seat where chris had been sitting. for some reason unbeknownst to you, your heart dropped.Â
âyeah he dipped, sorry.â matt said.
you shrugged your shoulders as if chrisâs absence meant nothing to you. âthatâs cool.âÂ
unfortunately, your body betrayed you and you sighed, frowning ever so softly. you sat on the empty couch, reached for a pizza slice, and bit the end while slouching.Â
âam i chopped liver?â matt spoke, interrupting your obvious sulking.Â
you corrected your expression, replacing your frown with a slight smile. âno no, iâm just thinking.âÂ
he looked at you curiously, tilting his head. âabout?â
you instinctively looked at the empty spot on the couch next to you but said nothing. you brought your gaze back to matt, who was raising one eyebrow.Â
he nudged claire and gestured towards you. âdo you know what this is about?âÂ
âmy lips are sealedâ she responded, miming zipping her lips up and throwing an imaginary key. but her knowing smirk somehow gave everything away.Â
you couldnât keep it in any longer and let out an exaggerated groan. you melted deeper into the couch, still holding the half eaten piece of pizza.Â
matt questioned again. âam i missing something?âÂ
âshe sure is. or should i say missing someone.â claire hinted.Â
you shot her an evil look.Â
mattâs eyes widened in realization. âchris??â
âclaire!â your glare still held as you scolded her.Â
you got up abruptly, desperate for the quickest way to get out of this god awful situation. âim gonna go⌠take out the trash.â take out the trash? you couldnât think of a more aroma-friendly way to leave the room?Â
you clumsily beelined for the door before either of your friends could question your antics.Â
you were half way down the hall when you realized that you did not, in fact, bring the trash with you. all you had in your hand was the crust of your pizza slice. but there was absolutely no way you were going to go back to the dorm to be interviewed about your non-existent love life. you continued down the hall, your new mission being finding some fresh air. by the time you descended three staircases and made it outside, you were practically wheezing. you leaned your back against the cool brick of the building, bent to hold your knees, and panted. you made a mental note to get a gym membership. when your breathing finally leveled, you raised your head to look around. it was just your luck, the person that you saw.Â
to your left, chris was also leaning against the brick, but not nearly as desperately as you were. he held a cigarette in between two fingers and was lazily hitting it, staring straight at you.Â
you attempted to not look so out of breath. âchris! .. hey!âÂ
he didnât return your enthusiasm, but he did answer you this time.Â
âand whatâre you doing?â god there was that voice again.Â
âiâm.. uh..â you looked around to find something to make up. you landed on your pizza crust, and held it up in your hand, waving it around stupidly. âiâm just throwing this away.âÂ
âoutside?âÂ
âthe trash inside was full?â you tried to make it sound like a statement, but it came out a question.Â
he squinted his eyes skeptically.Â
to your surprise, he got off the wall and stepped towards you, his cigarette hanging casually by his side. âwhat, you donât eat your crust?âÂ
you were confused by the question, despite it being straightforward. your mouth fell open to answer, but his body now next to you distracted you completely.Â
he outstretched his hand towards you, palm up, and made a beckoning motion with his fingers. the movement caused your knees to involuntarily go weak.Â
âdonât waste perfectly good food.â he spoke, reaching down to your hand to remove the crust. the feeling of his fingers grazing yours made you stiffen your posture even more. but luckily your grip on the bread loosened, allowing him to take it from you. Â
you regained your composure once his hand pulled away from your figure. you tried not to fixate too hard on the fact that that was the closest he had ever gotten to you. you also attempted to break the tension by saying the first thing that came to mind. âthank..you?âÂ
chris let out a subtle huff of a laugh as he ripped a piece of the food with his canines. he lowered until he was sitting on the smooth sidewalk. you dragged your back along the wall to plop next to him. you held your knees to your chest before talking.Â
âcigarette?â you asked like a fool, while staring at what was obviously a cigarette in between his digits.Â
the side of his lip curled up as he nodded.Â
âcan i take a hit?âÂ
he turned his head towards you, blinking slowly. âabsolutely not.â
you were knocked out of your evident admiration of him at his words. âwhat? why not?âÂ
he blinked twice before answering. âkid, you donât even eat your crust and you expect me to let you smoke?âÂ
you straightened your legs on the pavement. âiâm a grown adult.â
he scoffed, and his mouth shaped into a perfectly crooked smile.Â
who was he to act like he was all high and mighty? like he was the adult in the situation and you were a stupid teenager?Â
âdo you cut the crust off of your sandwiches too?â he chuckled mockingly, taking a drag of the tobacco.Â
you didnât respond. instead you stared at the way his left hand fell right over his lap, any evidence of the crust gone. you silently traced the veins that snaked up his arms with your eyes. heâd never shared food with you before. did he eat your leftovers because he saw you as a sibling? or was it possible he was overthinking things as much as you were? his lackadaisical nature made it seem like he didnât do a whole lot of over analyzing.Â
he caught your gaze, and you tore your eyes away from him, internally cursing yourself. you werenât able to resist looking straight back at him, and you met contact again. you couldnât help but admire the way his eyes could look so blue while feeling so piercing and dark. a playful look was plastered on his face, and he seemed to be oozing with confidence.Â
âyou really want a hit?â he asked, still holding his focus on my now flushed face.Â
you nodded.
he just smiled coyly and brought the cigarette to his own mouth instead. you looked down at your shoes in dejection.Â
a second passed before you felt cold hands touching your chin. chris lifted your head up to look at him, and took your face in his fingers to gently guide you forward towards him. he leaned in likewise, until his lips were close enough to yours that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. your brain short circuited, unable to even think of doing anything besides exactly what he wanted of you. the intimate position brought about a warmth between your legs, giving you an overwhelming need to clamp your thighs together. you hoped he couldnât hear the way your heart was hammering in your chest. he softly parted your lips with his fingers, and you weakly obliged, opening your mouth slightly as he did the same. smoke billowed out of his mouth and you inhaled, the vapour burning down your throat in slow motion. the bitter taste coated your tongue until the cloud was gone. he casually retreated backwards to lean in his respected spot, leaving you stunned and craving his touch.Â
a/n âď¸: this is a warmup. expect the next part to be more smut heavy!
