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Your pants went next, thrown onto the ground carelessly. Not one of the boys could give less of a fuck where they went. Your eyes move over them. Chris sitting with his legs spread, lightly pressing his growing bulge. Matt trying to look away but failing, eyes flicking back to you. Oliver biting his lip hard. Alex gripping his sweatpants tightly, practically vibrating with excitement.

Chris reaches out first, sitting you down hard on his lap. His lips find your neck. "You're 100% about this, right?" He mumbles, voice already raspy. You feel a chill run down your back as you nod. "Y-yes." "Good. If you wanna stop at anytime, just say it."

His hand slide up your spine, and his lips connect with yours as he unclasps your bra. The fabric slides off, leaving you just in your panties. A low gasp echoes around the room from the others, but Chris doesn't pay attention to any of them. His hand start kneading the soft tissue as he pushes you down.

A second later he pulls away to reveal Matt leaning over you, upside down. Chris starts kissing down your body, tongue peeking out to taste the skin. Matt leans down to take over where Chris had left, gently biting down on your lower lip. One of each of their hands is on your tits, squeezing. Chris' face is now right above your drenched panties, the heat of his breath making you needy for more.

His head turns, and the smirk on his face is dangerous. "C'mon guys, where's your sense of adventure?"

The other two glance at each other before tentatively moving forward, like they were trying not to scare you. Matt moves back, and just as Oliver's face buries into your neck, Chris descends. You hadn't even noticed him taking the lacy fabric off. The moan that leaves your lips stuns everyone into freezing- but only for a second. Then Oliver's back to biting, Matt starts groping your tits harder, and Chris is working magic on your pussy. His tongue swirls harshly on your clit, fingers pushing your folds apart to get deeper.

Matt's fingers are pinching your nipples, thumbs rubbing on the nubs in time with his brother's tongue somehow. (Must be some triplet telepathy shit).

Just as your orgasm's building up, they both pull away. Oliver does after a second too, already looking fucked out. You sit up, confused. Chris smirks and turns to Matt, who smirks back.

"On your hands and knees."

That one command gets you weak. Your arms are already shaking as you situate yourself in the doggy position (Omg cassie howard??). Then you see someone kneel in front of you, hands going to his belt and unbuckling. It's Chris. His cock springs out, already rock hard from tasting you. Now, you weren't gonna lie and say you haven't imagined how it would look, but his thickness and length almost made your head spin. The feeling of someone settling behind you doesn't register as you lick his flushed tip. Chris' eyes shut, head tilting back as you start taking him into your mouth.

"There we go...just like that babe- fuck-"

His dick resting heavily on your tongue was the main reason you couldn't cry out when another one entered from behind. Your eyes roll back, and Chris massages your jaw as you clench up on both ends.

"Just relax baby, be good for Alex and Chris f'me, yea?" Matt whispers, kneeling on the ground next to the couch. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his hand moving up and down his dick, resulting in how heavily he's breathing. Alex and Chris move forward, burying themselves deep into you at the same time. Their movements make you gag on Chris, who instinctively thrusts forward more.

His dick moves rhythmically in and out of your mouth, while Alex grabs your hips and starts pounding. Chris' hand moves from your jaw to gripping your throat. The saltiness of his precum fills your mouth, and his other hand moves into your hair, gripping it. His thrusts get sloppier, and you hallow out your cheeks the best you can with your pussy getting fucked too.

"Fuck- fuckfuck I'm gonna cum-" Chris orgasms before his sentence finishes. His tangy nut fills your throat suddenly, overflowing past your lips. You swallow the best you can, finally able to breathe once he pulls out.

"Shit- I'm cumming-" Alex quickly exits you before hot ropes of cum land on your back. You feel a deep sense of emptiness, and combined with how edged you feel, tears fill your eyes. Chris coos mockingly, wiping his release off your chin.

"Awww, is she feeling frustrated? Want Matty and Oliver to take care of you?"

You nod desperately, eyes flicking to Matt who's now standing up. His face softens in almost-concern, before turning to Oliver. The two have eagerly been waiting their turns, their huge cocks already out and tips a bright, angry red.

Goddamn, are they all built by Greek gods or some shit?

This time, Matt sits down sideways on the couch and pulls you onto his lap. Your forehead rests against his shoulder, already tired but still needy. You can feel his tip nudging your belly button, but he isn't adjusting yet. You whine, lightly pulling on his hair.

"Hurry up- please- i can't-"

Matt chuckles, hand smoothing over the dry parts of your back. Alex had definitely shot a load.

"Wait baby, we need to ask you something first. Have you ever... taken it up the ass? Do you wanna try?"

His question eases the cloudiness in your mind for a second. Up the ass? What? You'd never really wanted to, but something about the already crazy situation was lowering your inhibitions more. You shake your head, then murmur just to him.

"No, but I wanna try..."

Matt nods, then whispers something to one of the other guys. Someone goes down the hall to Matt's room. (I'm gonna miss the old house chat). You don't really notice nor care, you just wanted his huge, throbbing dick in you now.

After a few agonising moments that feel like years, Matt finally, finally lifts you a little so he can line himself up. As soon as he lowers you down, the stretch and sting of him make your already tired body practically boneless. The whimper that leaves your throat is pitiful, and Chris tuts sarcastically.

"C'mon babe, weren't you the one all excited to get fucked by us? Where's that cockiness gone now, huh? To fucked out already to act tough?"

His words hurt so good. Cause when Chris and Matt had broached the idea, you'd been more than willing to go through with it, acting like you'd been controlling everyone in the room. But from the second Chris put his cock in your mouth, you knew you weren't in charge.

Matt starts slowing bouncing you on his dick, lightly brushing against everywhere that felt good. You hadn't really concentrated on the feeling of Alex when Chris was in your throat, but now that Matt was soloing, you realised just how wrecked your pussy already was. This time, you do feel someone sit down behind you. And then you realise why Matt asked that question. Matt notices how you tense up, and his hand starts scratching the back of your head.

"You ok with this baby? Me and Oliver are gonna take really good care of you."

All you can do is nod. A hand- Oliver's- spreads your cheeks apart. You heart a lid opening, then a cool liquid is spread around your asshole. Lube. Matt reaches down to start rubbing light circles onto your puffy clit, and Oliver's middle and ring finger start pushing into your virgin hole slowly.

You cry out, gripping Matt while being opened up from the back for the first time. It stung like a bitch, but Oliver's careful and expert touch turned the pain into pleasure. Your body's regained the energy to start grinding on Matt dick and against Oliver's fingers, needing to be filled completely.

"Ready- I'm ready- fuck me please"

A low whistle escapes someone, but you don't know who. All you can focus on is how Oliver lines up behind you, and pushes his cock into your hole, replacing his fingers.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

You've never felt so full in your life. The dual stimulation- from Matt in your sopping wet cunt and Oliver in your tight asshole- was driving you insane quickly. The fact that they weren't moving was almost enough to make you cry.

"Fucking MOVE, PLEASE-"

The men share a nod, and pull away. Then they both slam in at the same time, and Matt holds you down by the hips. Stars explode in your vision, mouth opening wide to let out a profound moan. You were feeling things you never thought you could. Oliver grunts at the tightness, while Matt's brushing your hair away from your sweaty face and whispering quiet reassurances that don't reach your fucked out brain.

You're practically in heaven. They start alternating strokes, Matt pulling out while Oliver buries in, then Oliver sliding out and Matt thrusting up into your velvety walls. They keep up a fast pace, the slick sounds of precum, lube and your core melding with their grunts and low sounds of pleasure. You realise Chris and Alex are groaning too, and peek to see their once again hard cocks being crushed in their grips, hands furiously moving up and down while they watch with lidded eyes.

Your eyes squeeze shut as Matt's mouth attaches to your peaked nipples, and Oliver starts attacking the back of your neck. You were pliant in their grips, letting them fuck up into you and bite your skin like wild dogs. Matt's rough hands push you up and down on their members, their hips meeting yours with rough thrusts. Matt's voice is low in your ear, much like Chris' had been at the start of all this.

"You're doing so well baby. Taking us both- fuck- you got all of us so fucked up, y'know that? God, I've wanted you like this for so fucking long, you don't even know-"

The tension was building in your stomach again, threatening to overtake you completely. Matt's teeth pinch your nipple, his hand lavishing the other tit with squeezes and pinches. Oliver rubs up and down your thighs, speeding up and getting sloppy with his moves. Matt groans. They're both close, you could feel their balls drawing up. Oliver reaches around and pinches your clit, and your orgasm rips a scream from your throat.

Your walls squeezing Matt triggers his own release, cum shooting into your pussy so hard it makes you dizzy. Oliver thrusts up one last time and finishes too, painting your walls white.

You hear two other moans from the sofa across, but your brain's too foggy to process anything. Oliver slowly pulls out, and Matt takes you off his softening dick with a lewd 'pop'. He gently sets you down, kissing all over your face and checking up on you. Everyone's still for a moment, ragged breaths filling the room. You're all spent, the event having taken a clear toll on the 5.

There's movement as Matt lifts you up and walks you to his bathroom. Chris is following with your clothes, while Oliver and Alex start cleaning up the now damp couch. Chris shuts the door, and turns on the tap to draw a bath.

"You want it warm babe?" He asks softly, his previous vigour replaced with something softer. You nod, holding yourself up on Matt. They both giggle at your exhaustion. Despite feeling kinda bad, Chris can't stop the arrogance that comes through his words.

"Damn, we did a number on you huh? Didn't think you were the type to get so freaky."

You cast a weak glare at him and burrow your face into Matt's shirt. It's only now you realise all four of them were covered from the waist-up, and you had been the only one completely naked. You don't care now though, all you want is a nice warm bath, some takeout and being pampered by the boys.

"Shut up."

Chris is laying down on his back, yapping about his day. I'm half-listening, reading my book at the same time while leaning against his headboard. I put my novel down and crawl over, laying on my stomach so now my face is hovering over his, upside down. A bit like Spiderman and Gwen in that one alleyway scene.

His words get cut off by a grin, slightly flustered by my sudden attention. "What're you doin'?" He asks innocently. I shrug, giggling quietly for no reason. He brought me out of my shell, helping me to become much more affectionate over the course of our relationship (maybe a backstory..?).

"Nothing" I shrug. His hands reach out to play with my hair which has formed a curtain around us (sorry to all my short hair baddies 😭), twirling the strands between his fingers subconsciously. It may seem weird to others, but we loved staring at each other. It never felt awkward or weird, just... comforting. We could go on for ages, with no words being spoken, just looking at each other like we were studying pieces of art. Our highest record was an hour straight.

Chris smiles softly. "I love ya so much..." He leans in to press a gentle kiss against my lips. The corners of my lips curl upwards. "I love you too..."

He lets his eyes travel all over my face, from the soft shape of my nose, to my pink lips, and eventually ending up at my eyes. I reach down and absentmindedly start tracing over his familiar features, his eyes fluttering a bit in contentment. My finger runs over his sharp jawline, gaunt cheeks, high cheekbones, smile lines, full lips and the crinkles around his eyes. I travel along a path i've ran my hand over a countless amount of times, like i'm mapping him out to stay in my memory forever.

Both of us adored the feeling, of being loved, not judged, and just existing silently with someone we share so much of ourselves with. He is pretty loud on a regular basis, and I had fallen for his golden retriever personality and extroverted soul, but quiet moments like this made me realise how calm he could be. And how much we enjoyed the silence and lingering touches.

Light rain pitter-patters on the window, adding to the relaxed vibe of the dark room. Chris closes his eyes, my feathery touches and the soft sounds of the weather plus our breathing making him tired. I chuckle, tapping the tip of his nose. "You sleepy?" "Yea..." he mumbles. We shift around a little until we're both laying down, his head on my chest and him half on top of me. I scratch his scalp tenderly, loving the feeling of his hair in my fingers.

He hums, breathing already slowing down. Our hearts beat in unison, a steady rhythm that lulls us to sleep. The night is spent cuddled up in each other's arms, mumbling half-coherent words in our sleep, just so comfortable with each other.

So content.

A/N: Literally almost threw up writing this!! (I ate a lot of candy today). Also a lil break from the angst. New AU possibly..? (Chris x quiet!reader) TL: @hearts4werka @stvrnzcherries @m00nl1ghts1vt @spaghetti835928383 @pvssychicken @moonlightsturns @snowysosturn DONUT STEAL 🥶 Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3 -Ropitipop 👁👅👁

We're laying down in his bedroom, Matt hugging me from behind, breathing quietly in my ear. He's sound asleep, dead to the world around him, while I'm fading in and out of a light doze.

His bedroom door opens, and in comes his older brother Nick. The light flicks on, interrupting the somewhat comforting darkness of the room. I squint, suddenly blinded.   "Hm?" "Sorry to wake you up sleepyhead, I was just gonna see if Matt was awake" Nick says, walking in further. I shake my head to tell him that he's not, and he nods. "Turn the light off" I mumble, squeezing my eyes shut.

Nick sighs in amusement, turning it off. "All three of you are like vampires, I swear." He chuckles, referring to me and his two brothers. A wave of pain crashes into my abdomen, making me flinch. Nick's smile wavers. "Hey, you ok?" I nod, burrowing further down into the soft blankets. “Hurts” Nick nods sympathetically. “Do you need more painkillers?” I shake my head because I’d already taken some a few hours ago.

We talk for a few more minutes, but it’s mostly him yapping to distract me while I fail to get comfortable (I need Nick as my bestie so bad).

I keep shifting against Matt, and he groans in his sleep, getting slightly roused (not aroused SLUTS). He, half-asleep, clamps a hand down HARD on my stomach, pulling me backwards into him so I stop moving around. I wince, and Nick carefully pries Matt’s hand off, muttering under his breath about how his brother doesn’t know personal space.

“That idiot. He has no sense of his surroundings when he’s asleep.” I chuckle a little. “Yea, he moves around a lot.” Nick softly starts rubbing my stomach, trying to soothe the cramps. His palm is warm. "How's that feel..? Am I helping?" He asked. He was worried that nothing was working to make the pain go away. "Yea, thanks but it still-" I wince again. Because of our murmuring and my restlessness, Matt wakes up.

He slowly opens his eyes and groans, looking over at us two. "What's going on...?" He questioned, voice still groggy with sleep. "She's hurting a lot." Nick says, looking worried "And your dumbass kept hitting her in your sleep." Matt looks confused for a moment, before glancing down at where his arm is pushed off my stomach, and grimaces.

"Shit- sorry babe. I didn't realize I was doing that.." He looks guilty for his unconscious actions. I shake my head, reassuring him. "It's ok, you didn't do much. It's killing me though" Matt looked even more worried then, and he gently placed his hand on my stomach, feeling how much it hurt for himself. "God.. it feels like your stomach is on fire.. and the pain killers aren't doing anything?" He questioned, gently rubbing my stomach just like Nick had been doing. I shake my head, feeling more waves of pain wash over me.

It was too much. Nick leaves to make some tea, and my eyes fill with tears. Matt's widen, and he looks alarmed. "Hey hey hey..! It's okay, alright? Don't cry." He quickly tried to comfort me. The tears spill over, and the combination of pain and hormones make me start sobbing into his chest. He pulls me in closer, stroking the back of my head while whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

Matt helps me calm down, my cries slowing down to hiccups. The cramps had dulled down to a throb, just mildly uncomfortable at this point. Nick comes back in, grinning a bit sheepishly, and places a steaming cup of tea on the bedside table. "Sorry that took so long (like this fucking fic)" I sniff and shake my head, smiling to lessen his guilt.

"It's ok. Thank you." Nick nods and leaves, casting Matt a half-joking look of anger for his earlier actions. Matt rolls his eyes, and turns his attention back to me. He continues running his fingers through my hair, helping me relax. "Damn, this month's being a bitch, huh?" He mumbles. I don't reply, too exhausted by my outpour of emotions and the pain.

We stay like that for a bit, my stomach settling while he continues to comfort me. He turns on a movie and we cuddle under the sheets. His warm body is pressed against mine, while my head is tucked under his chin.

Matt is humming slightly, his breath tickling my head and making me giggle. A wide smile breaks out on his face, the mood instantly lifted. "Why're you getting so giggly huh?" He asks in mock-confusion. I shake my head fondly, lightly pushing his chest. "Shut up, dumbass" "Hey, this dumbass made you feel better. Also, i'm pretty smart." I roll my eyes "No you're not, idiot"

My fingers ached from gripping his hair so hard.

Matt had been eating me out for... I don't even know how long. All that I know is that he'd been starving for his, quote un-quote, "Valentine's treat."

"C'mon baby, pleassee? Consider it your valentine's treat to me."

He had started off slow, with gentle licks and small kisses that relaxed me and my core instantly. Small shivers ran down my spine, goosebumps rising on my skin as I felt his locks slide across my hand. His hands joined soon after, holding my thighs apart with a slightly bruising grip for more of his my satisfaction.

But the small licks turned into drawn-out ones, and the kisses turned into sucking. As soon as his tongue made contact with my slick entrance with enough force to make me jump, I knew I was done for.

Matt had made sure to keep track of the amount of times I came, and he did this by pushing another finger in every time I did. Now we're up to three.

"Fuck- can't-" A small glance downwards shows me his proud smirk. Fucker loved his overstimulation. Whether it was giving or receiving, he'd take it anyday over 'normal' finishing. And I thought he'd be 100% vanilla.

One particular curl of his fingers caused me to cry out his name, tears beginning to gather in the corner of my eyes. My hands are completely tangled in his hair, pulling so hard he almost made me stop. Except he didn't want me to.

No, Matt liked the pain.

He liked how it showed him how good I felt. He liked how the vibrations from his moans caused mine to triple in volume (TRIPLET REFERENCE????). He liked feeling his strands get tugged, the tiny pricks on his scalp heightening the whole experience.

But then there's the other pain he's starting feel.

A dull ache in his jaw.

The repeated motions of his mouth working against me caused the muscle to strain a little. (dude it's 3am plz dont judge the truthfulness of this statement thank yew)

He'd thought about stopping, managing the soreness before it got too much, but he also didn't want to.

This man's pain kink was crazy.

So all of this together, my moans, taste, fingers grabbing at his hair, and his jaw hurting, was making him see stars.

His face burrows deeper in between my thighs, worshipping and drinking like I was the fountain of youth.

I'm crying out, back arching against the bed while simultaneously pushing him away and pulling him closer.

He keeps moving his fingers in and out, lapping at my cunt like he's been thirsty for decades. His tongue is working wonders, enveloping me like a warm hug. A warm, wet, and sticky hug.

And, for the 4th time, I come.

He swallows it all, not wasting a single drop. His red lips and chin are glistening with my essence as he pants. My moans die down to whimpers, relishing in the post-orgasmic bliss.

I sigh in relief, just starting to relax. But then my eyes snap fully open and a shriek is ripped from my throat when he adds all 4 fingers together.

He grins, watching my face contort in a mix of pleasure and slight pain. This man and pain...

"You didn't think we were done yet, did you baby?"

(Chris' POV)

"CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO"

My whole body violently jerks when I hear my full name being yelled from the other room. Wide eyes turn to Nick and Matt, who look at me surprised, and a bit scared. My girlfriend sounds mad. And I don't even know why.

My throat bobs as I swallow, nervous as hell. What had I done? "Um...yea?"

"GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW"

I flinch. She never usually yells. Nick gives me a 'look' and a thumbs up for good luck, while Matt stifles a smile and looks away. I sigh and walk into my bedroom, where my girlfriend is waiting.

(Your POV)

I'd been searching through his contact list for a number he'd gotten a few weeks ago from a mutual friend. I'd wanted to call her to meet up. But that's all that I was doing. I didn't even open any other apps, I trusted him to not cheat, and I knew he never would.

Right?

As soon as I saw the contact, my face froze in shock. Under the 'H' contact list.

'Hottie #1 💞'

I'd never clicked on anything faster in my life. Scrolling down through the info, I looked for the number.

It wasn't mine.

Chris, my boyfriend, had someone else saved as hottie. Who was it? When did he meet her? Why hadn't he done a better job of hiding it? Though i'm glad he didn't.

And now i'm pissed.

I'm sitting on the bed, tapping my foot. One hand holds Chris' phone, the other fists the bedsheets.

The man himself comes in, lowkey looking terrified at how i'd called him.

"Hey babe-" "Shut up and come here. Now"

He looks scared. Good. Maybe he'll feel really bad for it. I promise myself to not get emotional.

I raise an eyebrow. "Well?"

He scratches the back of his neck, looking confused. "Well...what?" I sigh. "You think i'm stupid Chris?"

His eyes widen and he shakes his head so fast i'm worried he'll get whiplash. "No-" "Bullshit. I know what you did"

I prayed this wouldn't be the reaction. But when his face drops into guilt, my heart shatters. It couldn't be. "Ok..i'm sorry..."

Despite my self-confidence, tears fill my eyes. "How could you...I loved you Chris" (lowk cringed myself out)

He sighs. "I didn't mean to get her dirty I just...I'm sorry. Then I had to throw her away. She was covered in mud and shit. I couldn't get it out." His voice is sincere and sad.

I blink. "What?"

He looks up. "What?"

I'm a little confused as I hold up his phone. "I meant who's 'Hottie #1'?"

His expression morphs into... even more confusion? No recognition, no remorse, just curiosity.

And then a grin breaks out on his face.

And now he's laughing loudly, in that obnoxious, contagious way of his.

My brow furrows. "Chris, this isn't funn-" "Call the number."

His words catch me off guard. "Huh?" "Call the number babe. Trust me."

I hesitate. Why was he telling me to call it? His gaze is amused and challenging. Fuck it. I call the number.

I immediately hear ringing from outside, and Matt yelling out. "Dude why the fuck are you calling me?"

My eyes widen. Chris starts laughing again. It was his brother.

Hottie #1 was Matt (Rs tho).

My face flushes as Chris collapses in giggles. I throw his phone at him, a smile tugging at my lips. "Shut upp, you scared me. Your obsession with Matt is concerning by the way."

Chris just rolls around, chackling so hard he could choke, but then he suddenly stops and his face pales a little as I speak again.

"Wait, you got who dirty?"

I've been friends with the triplets since around middle school. We all eventually became influencers, racking up millions of followers and subs in a few years. I'd always sworn to never catch feelings for any of them, but I broke my own promise for Chris...

We're all currently sitting in their living room, chattering about random stuff while drinking cans of soda. It's hot outside, and my outfit is definitely not classified as 'modest', but I couldn't care less. Especially because it meant that Chris kept stealing glances my way. He's been protective of me since we became close friends, and at first I thought it was just him being a gentlemen. But my delusional mind has started seeing it in a more-than-friends way.

Just as Nick is about to go on a rant about who knows what (probably McFlurries not being mixed), my phone pings with a text notification. Chris looks up at me questioningly, and I check who it's from. Tara 💅❤️💋: 'Heyyy bbg, i'm having my 24th party next week. Ur obvi coming, and invite the triplets too!!'

I smile, and reply with a 'Yes ma'am', then look up. "Guys, Tara invited us to her birthday next week. Y'all coming?" Nick immediately looks excited, stopping his rambling for a moment. "Girl yesss. Matt, you have to come just this one time. Pleeasseee" While Nick tries to convince a reluctant Matt, I turn to Chris. "You?" "Of course, her parties are quite...interesting" He chuckles, and I grin, knowing that by the end of the night i'm usually blackout drunk with Chris not far behind. We're party animals, and it got annoying for Matt since he had to drive us home while we acted like monkeys almost every time. "It's a Tara Yummy party, what do you expect?" I shrug. Nick whips around to face me, his eyes glowing. "What are you wearing this time?" He asks, anticipating my answer. It's well known within the influencer community that Tara's 'inner circle' consists of her, me and our other friends Paige and Rowana (these are random names btw). Us four are tight-knit, and are infamously known to wear the skimpiest things at every party we host.

This time would not be an exception (hoes rise up fr). I pretend to think for a second. "I'm gunna go sooo much worse this time." Nick grins, and Chris leans forward, smirking and interested. The latter speaks up. "Worse than last time? That'll be hard to beat." "I know. I'll have to look everywhere to find something." I dramatically sigh.

Matt and Nick let out laughs and Chris raises an eyebrow. "I'm sure you'll find something... good" He murmurs, not tearing his eyes off me. I clear my throat. "I hope so. A week can go by pretty quickly." My eyes flicker to his for a second, but I quickly look away. Chris doesn't look away though, and his piercing gaze makes my heart flutter and palms sweaty. Get it together Y/N! The dude's just looking at you! But he notices how red my cheeks are, and grins. He definitely knows.

Nick, as oblivious to the tension as Matt is, nods. "A week is pretty short, but I bet you can find something quickly." The conversation diverts to gossip from Tara's last party, and I jokingly ask. "I wonder how many people will hook up this time." Nick nods. "It's going to be a warzone. Dude are gunna be fighting over you and the other girls. It'll be a madhouse." Matt laughs, and I raise a finger. "I'm proud to say i've never hooked up at a Tara party. Or any party." Nick rolls his eyes. "Oh yea, you're waiting for the perfect man." Chris perks up at this, impressed and slightly pleased that I've never had sex before. He knows it isn't his place to manifest or be wishful over his best friend, but it gave him a slight sense of hope that he could be the one to claim me.

TIMESKIP TO THE PARTY: Tara had rented a penthouse for the party. The place was packed with influencers, our friends, and other random people who'd gotten an invite shared to them. Her 'close circle', which is us, walk out onto the stage. Tara, Paige, Rowana and I wave at everyone. My silver heels clack against the stage, matching my silver jewellery. Everyone there is entranced by the sight of us, and are either checking us out or envious. I don't notice, but Chris' gaze had darkened seeing me, like something was awakening in him. Tara raises a shot of Vodka. She thanks everyone who came, complimented their outfits and ended her speech by downing the shot and yelling. "TIME TO GET FUCKING DRUNKKK!"

Everyone yells in unison, excited to get absolutely smashed. The bar quickly fills up, plenty of under 21's (us included heehee) getting alcoholic drinks. Music begins to blare from the large surround speakers, and the lights dim, being replaced by colourful party lights swiveling around the room instead. I see the triplets coming over, already with glasses of amber liquid in their hands, though less in Matt's than the other two. Chris' eyes were on me specifically, licking his dry lips as he casts his gaze over my body. "You look..." He lets his sentence trail off, the words stuck at the back of his throat. I flush a little, thankfully hidden by the darkness of the room. "Thanks. You guys look amazing too." Nick grins and slings an arm around me, and Matt nods appreciatively. "Everyone's looking sharp tonight." Nick and I agree with Matt. But Chris is still staring at me, with a look that couldn't be mistaken for anything other than hunger and want.

A/N: Pt 2 will be the smut, and will be out soon. As always, please give feedback and don't steal.🙏😔. LOVE YOU ALL <3 Taglist: @hearts4werka Dividers by @issysh3ll and @bernardsbendystraws <3 -Ropitipop 👁👅👁

(Continuing from part 1)

TIMESKIP TO THE END OF THE PARTY:

It's currently 2am. Matt had gone home with Nick early since the latter drank too much and didn't feel good, telling me and Chris to take an Uber back. There's around 20 people left, and all of them are either wasted or taking care of a drunk friend. I'm still somewhat sober, sitting with Tara and Paige, my last drink in my hand. Tara looks around. "Looks like the party's winding down." "Yea, but it was awesome, like always." She gives me a kiss on the cheek for my kind words. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Chris standing with some other guys. But he's looking at me, and I feel butterflies in my stomach as he walks up to us. "You ready to go yet?" He asks. I quickly finish my glass, and nod. "Yea, i'm ready." He nods, and says bye to my friends as he walks away to call an Uber. Tara gives me a knowing glance, but I ignore it and hug her and Paige goodbye.

Chris and I wait outside silently, the air fizzing with tension. Our Uber finally arrives, and we get in, keeping the middle seat between us. The driver stops a little bit away from the triplet's home, and we get out, walking down the dark street while making some small talk. I don't know when talking to him became so awkward, but his god-like jawline and bright blue eyes being brought out by the streetlights certainly weren't helping my confidence. The walk had never felt so long, and the alcohol running through our veins was only heightening the atmosphere.

We reach the front door, and Chris turns to me. "You want to come inside?" I nod, desperate to be in the warm house and out of the dark, chilly night. He watches me enter, and shuts the door softly. As we go up the stairs, I note that only the kitchen light is on, and everything else is silent. The other two are asleep. Chris lets out a shaky breath from behind me, and I don't register that it's from the view he's getting as I climb. (Ass man fr). I fill up a glass of water, taking slow sips to wash away the drunkenness a little. Chris leans back against the counter, watching me with predatory intent. He could practically feel his dominant side rising to the surface, making it hard to hold back. His eyes darken slightly. "That's a dangerous look you're wearing doll..." The alcohol in his system make the words easy to come out, while I stand there frozen, processing what he just said. I turn to him, putting my glass down. "Really?" I ask, tilting my head a little. I'm getting very affected too, even more so as Chris pushes himself off the counter and backs me into the island. His eyes scan over me, but this time his desire is unmistakable. "Yea ma...lookin' real good tonight." He says in an almost-growl. I swallow, looking up at him because of our height difference.

He smirks, enjoying the way i'm looking at him right now. His eyes run down to my exposed shoulders and neck, and he gets a vivid image of his marks all over them. His resolve weakens. His voice turns huskier as he leans in. "What do you say doll? You want to get claimed?" Those words are ones i'd been wanting to hear for a long, long time. I nod, and something inside him clicks. Suddenly, both his arms are on either side of my hips, basically caging me between them. The look on his face is dark and possessive, his eyes roaming my body like a starving man. He leans down and buries his face in my neck, taking in my scent. My breath hitches, and he grins. "Words. And you sure? Once I start, I won't be able to stop." I nod again, and mumble in a shaky voice. "Yes...please." He pulls away, eyes locked onto me, the hunger and primal desire behind the dark look he's giving me is intense. He grabs my wrist, gently but still forcefully tugging me down the stairs to his room. As soon as he locks the door, i'm shoved back against it and he roughly smashes his lips onto mine. I let out a soft moan, my hands gripping his forearms while his mouth moves feverishly against mine. His knee slots in between my legs, rubbing up a little which cause my grip to tighten. His tongue pushes into my mouth, completely taking over and not leaving room for me to resist. Not that I want to, and he knows that.

The kiss is surely going to leave bruises, tasting like alcohol and fruity lip gloss. He grabs the underside of my thighs, and lifts me like it's nothing. My legs wrap around his waist, arms around his neck, tugging the soft hair at the base. I grab his cap, throwing it off his head so my hands could tangle further. He turns, holding me tightly before dropping me onto his soft bed. I bounce slightly, propping myself up on my elbows. He takes off his shirt with a hand, the other popping the buckle on his belt. My heart rate picks up, thighs clenching together subconsciously before he rips them apart and settles in between my legs.

I gasp as Chris tugs the dress down my body, leaving me in only black lace. He leans down, his hands on either side of my head as his eyes roam my body, taking every curve in, as if it's the first time he's seeing me, and he was hungry for it. His lips connect with mine again, my fingers threading through his locks, before he grabs both my wrists and holds them above my head in a hand. His other one trails down my exposed body, into the gap between my thighs. I whimper softly as he runs a finger along my dampened panties. "Chris- please-" He chuckles, amused at my desperation.

"What's wrong? Want something?" I whine a little. "Need...fuck." "Need what? C'mon, you were all talk back at the party. What's wrong now? Cat got your tongue?" He sneers. I absolutely hated the way he was talking to me. But I also loved it. He suddenly attaches his mouth to my neck, sucking harshly. He bites down hard enough for it to feel painful, but in a good way. I let out a cry, bucking my hips up into his, accidentally brushing against his erection. He hisses against my neck, pulling back. "Shhiit...tryna tease me huh? Don't fuckin' forget who's on top right now." I mumble out a strained "Sorry-", but get cut off as his fingers dip into me. My thighs try to close, but his hips stop them. He's smirking while I try to get my hands free, fingers not stopping their rapid movements in and out.

His name is a gasp leaving my lips, practically begging for him to do something, anything. He curls his digits, hitting my g-spot with a precision that makes me question whether he's done this before. Well, I would've if my mind worked. His thumb starts working on my clit, euphoria adding to the unfamiliar heat building up in my stomach. I realise what it is. "Chris- gunna- fuck i'm gunna-" He stops, taking his fingers out and stopping his ministrations. I whine, my eyes filling with tears of frustration. "Aww, mean ol' Chris didn't let poor little Y/N come yet?" He pouts in fake sympathy. He sits up, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulling them down. "You gotta help me out too, doll. Y'know what that dress did to me tonight? You're lucky I managed to hold myself back from dragging you into a bathroom."

A few moments later, and I'm gasping for air while his tip roughly brushes my cervix. His grunts mingle with my moans, my hands clawing at his forearms which are holding him up. "Try to- stay quiet... unless you want my brothers to hear how good I'm makin' you feel?" Chris murmurs into my ear, his voice rough with exertion and pleasure. I shake my head, biting my lip as my eyes roll back.

"Fuck- harder, please" He groans, speeding up his movements. He grabs one of my thighs, hitching it around his waist and going deeper. His dick hits the spongy spot within me that makes me gasp loudly and arch into him. He shudders and smirks. "There, huh?" "Right- there- FUCK" The burning had long since been overtaken by overwhelming bliss. He ruts his hips like there's no tomorrow, bringing us both closer to the edge with each stroke. And finally, I feel it again. My stomach tenses, and I moan loudly as the tension snaps and I cum around his length. He groans loudly, gripping my hips tight enough that there will be bruises, and pants my name as he finishes too. Warm seed paints my walls, and we both collapse into a heap on his bed, breathing heavily.

"Fuck..." I whimper. Chris pushes himself off me, and rolls onto the side, pulling me into him. "You good ma?" He asks, eyes hazy and filled with slight concern. I nod, cupping his face and pulling his lips to mine for a soft kiss. We stay like that for a second, before a loud knock interrupts the moment, making us jump. Matt yells. "FINALLY, CAN WE GET SOME FUCKING SLEEP?"