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confused abt why he wasn’t under my christmas tree this morning?

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never underestimate my ability to stay tf home

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Notice how we have never seen them in the same room 👀

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TEACH ME

— [bsf!chris x virgin!reader. making out, fingering, handjob, protected sex]. after chris finding out about your intact virginity, you become curious — asking more than you maybe should’ve.

you felt your whole body heat up involuntarily the second the conversation topic got brought up. it wasn't like it was a bad thing, or you were ashamed of it…you just didn't want anyone to know.

and right now, you were gonna have to either spill, or lie. lying not being your strong suit – especially about this – you opted to remain completely still and silent in the hopes everyone would forget you were there. 

you managed to get past any questioning, deciding to laugh along at the horribly vivid sex stories – awkwardly dismissing any question. but it's not like any of your friends were gonna pry or put you on the spot. to them your ‘sexual experiences’ seemed to just be private experiences you didn’t wanna share. 

but once the hangout had died out, people dropping out over the next hour, you remained. until it was just you and nick.

you stayed up, planning to sleep on the couch once your show had finished – but of course nick dipped not even halfway through. leaving you alone on the couch to watch your show.

just when you thought the whole house had gone to sleep, chris appears from downstairs – a curious look on his face as to why you were still here.

“you movin’ in or something.” he mumbles, slowly walking over to the fridge to grab a soda. “no.” you mumble, your eyes on the tv – only shifting his way when you hear the fridge close.

he comes over, opening the fresh can. “what’re you still doing here then?” he chuckles, making himself comfy on the couch beside you.

“i was meant to be watching this with nick.” you sigh, chris humming and nodding as he puts it together. then he takes a sip of his drink, squinting his eyes to look at what you were watching. “why are you-”

“what are you-” you both pause, talking over one another. chris chuckles a little, motioning for you to speak first.

you laugh a little. “uh, why are you up?” you ask. “it's like… two in the morning.” you trail off, searching for your phone in the blankets.

“i'm not fallin’ asleep for another two hours.” he sighs, sitting back on the couch – one arm crossed over his chest whilst the other held his can of pepsi. you nod, picking up the remote to pause your show that had been playing in the background.

“why’d you pause it.” he murmurs, having become curious about the show in the last few minutes. you raise your eyebrows, turning back to the screen. “you wanna watch…gilmore girls?” you question.

he hesitates for a second, now knowing what you had been watching. “y’know what. i'm good.” he mumbles, taking another sip of his drink. 

“thought so.” you chuckle lightly, shifting under your blanket to get more comfortable. he swallows down some more of his pepsi before putting it down on the coffee table.

you finally find your phone, mindlessly scrolling through the new silence. most of your time spent with chris being in silence as you both go on your phones – a comforting, yet slightly pathetic scene.

he looks up from his own phone for a second, your gaze fixed on your screen as you bit your nails mindlessly. “you were very quiet earlier.” he begins.

you look up immediately, unsure of where he was going with that. “oh.” you mumble. “you good?” he cuts in, making sure nothing was on your mind.

you frown, nodding your head immediately. “yeah, yeah. i'm fine.” you tell him honestly. he nods slowly, before a small smile appears on his face.

“so why were you so quiet earlier – you're never that quiet.” he asks again, having been quiet about his curiosity the entire time.

“uh…” you chuckle awkwardly, looking down at your lap – deciding to just say it. besides, it was only chris.”i didn't have anything to say.” you mumble, not looking up as your cheeks turn red at the insinuation of your own words.

he chuckles a little, shifting on the couch. “what’d you mean?” he asks, slightly confused by your mysterious response.

you look up, your face growing warmer as you both sink deeper into this conversation you had been so adamant to avoid for ages.

“i mean…i didn't have any, experiences to share.” you elaborate, hoping he would stop being so stupid and just understand what you were implying.

he scoffs a little, still not fully grasping it. “what does that even mean – you a virgin or somthin’?” the words don't even phase him, clearly coming out as a joke as he chuckles lightly, leaning forward to pick up his soda.

you go dead silent, your face now beat red. “well, yeah.” you scoff back, deciding that chris was far too stupid to understand subtlety.

he pauses, the smile wiping clean off his face in embarrassment. “oh shit, sorry.” he apologises, now feeling incredibly bad about joking about it – not that he did so maliciously. 

“no, it's fine, i don't…care.” you mumble, an awkward vibe settling over the conversation.

you'd never been one to talk about personal things in your life, and the entire time, chris had assumed your sexual experiences were included in that. he however did not expect this to be the case, now feeling slightly awkward about the revelation you'd somewhat reluctantly shared.

“right.” he clears his throat, fiddling with the can in his hand. “sorry for joking ‘bout it, it's not a big deal y’know – i wasn’t tryna make fun-”

“chris, it's honestly fine.” you interrupt his ramble, shaking your head at his long winded apology. he purses his lips, deciding to shut up as he gives you a small nod of understanding. 

you both go back to your phones, unsure of what to talk about now – but somehow it was the only thing on your mind. you thought you would’ve wanted to move on desperately, of course to avoid the dark pit of vulnerability and embarrassment.

but you didn't. instead you became curious about the prospect of discussing it – never having done that before with anyone.

you think for a while, looking up at him a few times to get a sense of what he was thinking. however, he looked completely unfazed.

“so uh, how old were you?” you ask, speaking quickly in the hopes he wouldn't hear you and you could just retract the question. he turns his head with a frown, the cogs in his brain turning as he realises what you meant – his eyebrows raising a little.

“oh.” he clears his throat, staring out. “i was seventeen.” he tells you, keeping the conversation casual – despite how nervous he was about where this conversation was going.

you nod at his response, you face heating up yet again at the knowledge of how behind you were. of course it didn't matter, and you'd never cared – but now speaking it outloud, you felt small and inexperienced. slightly embarrassed by your age of twenty one. 

he senses your uneasy reaction, and the way you were overthinking – sighing as he decides to speak instead of just ignoring the elephant in the room. “it doesn't matter when other people first had sex.” he mumbles, taking a sip of his soda before continuing. “don’t, compare yourself. you're good – no one cares ‘bout that shit.”

his words sound harsh, but coming from chris you know he means well. trying to reassure you by downplaying your worries in a somewhat…abrupt way.

“are you just saying that?” you ask, sensing that he was overcompensating to drive you away from the truth.

he gives you a look, shaking his head. “no. m’serious, people don’t give a fuck.” he elaborates further, pushing his point. you think for a second, taking advantage to actually talk about this, and open up in a way you never had.

“when you say people, you mean guys. right?” you clarify his wording, curious about the perspective from a guy. you'd always been worried that you'd hit an age where men would want you to have experience, and would find it off putting that you didn't know how to do anything. 

he chuckles a little, trying to push past the awkwardness of the conversation. “yeah, i mean guys.” he clarifies, rolling his eyes ever so slightly as you tiptoed around your questions.

you nod, unsure if chris really wants to be having this discussion right now – but the calm look on his face tells you he's not trying to claw his way out. “do you really think so?” you ask quietly, your insecurity shining through.

he turns to look at you, ready to snap from having to repeat himself yet again. but when he sees the vulnerable look on your face, he switches – something in him seeking to diminish your insecurity.

“some guys like that shit.” he mumbles out, shrugging a little.

you hum in curiosity, wondering what exactly that meant. “really?” he purses his lips and nods in response. 

you hesitate to speak again, wondering if your next question is too intimate of a thing to ask your friend.

he senses your hesitance, a part of him wanting to move away from this strange territory – but he also wants to help, and be a good friend. “you can ask me anythin’ y’know.” he mumbles, slightly unsure of his own words. 

you look over at him, feeling a sense of comfort and lack of judgement from him. “uh, surely guys would care if i…don't know how to do stuff.” you say almost sheepishly – reluctant to be fully open about this.

he sighs, picking up his pepsi to take another sip before shaking his head. 

“yeah, but you're not clueless.” he says with an amused huff, assuming you knew more than you were letting on. you shrug a little. “well no, but-” you stop yourself yet again, treading on eggshells around the topic whilst also trying to talk to him about it. very counteractive.

he nods your way, moving his hand in a ‘keep talking’ motion. you sigh, looking down at your lap. “i don't know…how to do stuff.”

he frowns at you, trying not to repeat himself yet again. “yeah, but like…you do.” he scoffs unhelpfully. you nervously bite down on your lip before shaking your head.

yes you understood the prospect of sex, and what went where – but you never really watched porn and therefore had no real insight.

his brows knit together, thinking up an appropriate way to talk to you right now. “but theoretically you'd know how to like.” he pauses for a second. “give a handjob.” he says slightly awkwardly, kinda just blurting the words out. 

your palms begin to sweat at his words, awkwardly rubbing them on the blanket to try and stop them from getting worse. “i dunno, probably not.” you say quietly, almost ashamed.

“oh.” any train of thought in his mind comes to a halt, unsure of where to go from here. he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, eyes fixed on the can in his hand. “well that's uh-” he nods, not knowing where to go from there.

you sigh, slouching on the sofa with a small groan. “this is what i mean, it's embarrassing.” you mumble, feeling a little sorry for yourself – regretting this entire conversation. 

he shakes his head, his lips pursing slightly. “no, it’s not.” he reassures, although it's hardly convincing.

“it is chris, it's really embarrassing and not sexy – just forget i said anything.” you stop yourself, having said too much and currently feeling far too vulnerable.

“that's not true.” he tells you softly, sensing your impending breakdown over this – feeling as though it was partially his fault. “it's not…not sexy.” he mumbles hesitantly, hoping he wasn't crossing a line.

you give him a look, taking in his ‘compliment’ – or whatever it was. “i need to find a guy to practice on now.” you joke, groaning as you speak. 

he rolls his eyes, chuckling in amusement. “no you don't, sex is easy.” he tells you, as if that gave you any reassurance. “giving a handjob is like-” he looks around the room as he thinks, his sentence paused as he tries to come up with a comparison.

you raise your eyebrows, awaiting his comparison. “like, shaking a drink.” he says, immediately pulling a face at the bad comparison. “shaking a drink?” you question, trying not to laugh at the turn the conversation had taken.

he sighs, rubbing his face. “it's just, up n’down.” he explains, trying his hardest to keep the conversation light, and not get too detailed about it.

you tilt your head a bit at his explanation. “what does that mean though?” you question, not feeling stupid and clueless like usual – but rather curious and somewhat intrigued.

he sighs again, trying not to show any hint of disbelief. “like…y’know.” he trails off, lightly doing the motion in the air. you watch the motion, understanding what he meant.

“but like, how hard do i grab…it- and how far up and down am i supposed to go?” you ask, the conversation quickly morphing into a tutorial, you feeling more comfortable asking these questions that you previously thought were to stupid to even say.

“...it depends.” he sighs, hesitating to say that – knowing it was beyond unhelpful. “right.” you nod, understanding that it was different for everyone.

“well, what do you like- or i mean what have, y’know…girls done.” you stumble over your words, unsure of how to ask such a personal question. your palms were sweating slightly as you realised the personal question you'd just mumbled out – worried chris would find you weird for asking. but he didn't.

his eyebrows raised a little, mostly out of shock – but he didn't mind you asking. “uh…” he lets out a breath, thinking to himself. “like quite tight,  but not painfully y’know.” he nods as he speaks, the thought of your small delicate hands wrapped around him entering his mind for a second.

“and you don't need to go all the way down- focus more on the tip.” he explains, trying to keep it mostly factual in order to not get personal.

“ok.” you nod, trying to picture a dick in your mind, but it was difficult with no frame of reference. he senses your confusion, frowning a little. “have you not had sex outta choice, or has it just not happened?” he questions, a little out of the blue.

you look at him, caught off guard for a second. “just hasn't…happened i guess.” you mumble out, wondering why he had decided to ask you that.

he nods before speaking again. “are you, i dunno - like scared to do it?” he asks, and for a second you feel very much put on the spot. but then you shrug. “not really, i just don't wanna embarrass myself, y'know.” you answer honestly.

he takes in your words, contemplating something in his mind as he puts down his drink – the cogs turning in his brain very evident on his face.

“what?” you question, a small smile of amusement on your face as you become curious as to what he's thinking. he shrugs, his cheeks turning a light shade of red as his thoughts play out in his mind. he couldn't possibly offer that to you, could he?

“no seriously chris, what is it?” you ask again, chuckling slightly in confusion. “i just-” he sighs, collecting his thoughts and deciding to just say it. “i could show you, if you'd like.” he offers, his ears turning a little red at the proposition he'd just put out.

“oh.” your eyebrows raise a little. well, you hadn't expected that. his expression drops at your reaction, unsure of what you were thinking as he panics and decides to backtrack a little.

“i don't mean us have…sex.” he clarifies, pointing between the both of you. “i can just, like-” he groans, not wanting to say it outloud but eventually collecting himself. “show you, on…myself.” he mumbles out quietly.

“oh.” you mumble out again, the entire proposition intriguing you far more than it should’ve. “unless that's weird, and would make you uncomfortable.” he rambles, unable to really grasp your reaction. “it was just a suggestion, y’know. i don't-”

you cut him off. “ok.” you tell him. he stops, looking between your eyes for any hint of you lying to him right now.

“yeah?” he sighs, now beginning to feel a little vulnerable at the thought of doing that – but he shouldn't, and he pushes that aside.

you nod, wiping your sweaty palms on the blanket. “only if you're…ok with that.” you tell him, the air between you becoming slightly tense for a minute.

it's a lot of back and forth reassurance before anything actually happens, chris eventually pushing down his joggers and boxers to reveal himself to you – reminding himself that he had nothing to be nervous about. he wasn't the clueless virgin in this situation.

you swallow at the sight, his half hard dick resting on his pulled down trousers. it was new for you, but neither of you were uncomfortable in the way you thought you'd be. and he keeps it informative, taking a breath before speaking.

“ok, so you hold it…like this.” he tells you clearly, wrapping his hand around his dick. you nod, almost taking mental notes as he speaks.

“and then-” he adjusts his position a little, beginning to slowly pump his cock. “you literally just do that.” he explains, looking over at you.

you nod yet again, your eyes fixed on the movement of his hand. “that's it?” you frown a little, your eyes finally meeting him. he nods, chuckling a little. “huh.” you hum, finding it a lot less scary that you thought it would be.

he sighs, adjusting his grip again. “you can also like, twist your wrist a little more.” he explains, doing so in demonstration to show you. you nod again, your eyes fixed on the scene in front of you.

he watches the way you're looking at him, almost in awe – your eyes fixed on his dick in a way that made his balls thump. your eyes widen a little as a bead of pre cum collects at the tip – chris quickly taking notice and wiping it off with his thumb.

“what is that?” you ask curiously, knowing it definitely wasn't cum. he huffs a little, beginning to find your cluelessness somewhat endearing. “pre cum.” he tells you.

you raise your eyebrows. you knew what that was, you'd just never seen it before. “i didn't know it was…clear.” you mumble out, eyes still fixed on his hand lightly pumping his dick. 

he huffs again in amusement, now looking down at his dick – the both of you just kinda silently watching as he slowly jerked off, hardly even grasping it.

“can i…try?” you ask, your curiosity getting the better off you. his dick twitches at that, his movements coming to a stop. despite your somewhat casual tone, your whole body was hot at the thought – your face heating up.

he lets go, nodding a little as he shifts his joggers down a little more. “yeah.” his voice coming out in a breathless whisper.

you swallow, gently bringing your hand to his dick. it was warm, and the skin was a lot softer than you'd expected it to be – a stark contrast to how hard it felt when your grip tightened a little. “so do i just…?”

you trail off, slowly moving your hand up and down.

he lets out a small breath. “yeah, like that.” he breathes out, the feeling of your hand turning him on a lot more than he'd anticipated.

your eyes remain on your own hand, carefully moving as if you were scared you were gonna do something wrong or hurt him – your brows knitted together in deep concentration.

after a minute or so he shifts, your slow tortuous pace riling him up far more than he'd like to admit. he clears his throat. “you can uh, go a bit faster.” he tells you, his voice hoarse and quiet.

you nod, picking up the pace a little, causing a shallow breath to escape past chris’ lips. you continue, getting the feel of it – changing up the speed and the amount of pressure you applied. realising it was far easier than you thought.

a small whimper comes out as you squeeze around the tip a little harder, your head snapping up to chris’ face. “what did i do?” you murmur, unsure if it was good or bad.

he controls his breathing a little before answering. “the tips sensitive.” he tells you, the both of you looking down at your hand as you experimentally massage the tip. he lets out another noise, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling.

you take note of his reaction, smiling a little as you continue doing that. his stomach tense, noises tumbling out of his mouth before he grabs your wrist to stop you – an astonished look on his face. “i dunno what the fuck you just did- but that was like-” he lets out a breath. 

you panic a little. “was it bad?” he shakes his head quickly, swallowing a little. “no, jus’ too much.” he tells you, honestly shocked that you'd managed something like that. he'd never been this pent up from a handjob before, yet alone from someone who had no idea what they were doing.

“is it…good though?” you mumble, going back to what you were doing before. “yeah.” he huffs with a small grin, diminishing all your worries about this in a second.

you keep going, avoiding what you'd done before and instead changing the tightness of your grip as you went up – practically squeezing him.

another bead of pre cum forms, his attention switching down to it. “why does that happen?” you ask curiously, your eyes widening as more pushes out. “it's cos you're like, squeezin’ it out.” he explains, collecting it on his thumb before wiping it off on the leg of his joggers.

you nod, almost subconsciously trying to do it again, and being successful at that. a small huff of amusement leaving his lips as you drag out another drop with your hand. “you can like, pull it out.” you murmur in awe, completely fascinated by the way your hand had so much control over it.

he nods, wiping it away again. “happens when it feels good as well, like an extra indicator to bein’ turned on.” he tells you, finding the informative aspect of this handjob quite amusing – beyond the surprising amount of pleasure you were giving him.

the tension between you returns as you continue working your hand over his dick – the only sound being whimpers from chris as he tried to keep himself together. “does it, feel good?” you whisper out, the point of you doing this now behind you as you just pleasured him.

“y-yeah it does.” he breathes out, nodding before he swallows. “you don't have to, uh-” a small mewl comes out as you go over his sensitive tip again. “d-don't have to keep going.” he manages to get out.

you look up at him, his head tilted back on the couch – eyes shut and his mouth parted open. this was all to show you how to do it, but he seemed to be enjoying it. and you couldn't deny the throbbing in your own pants – something you didn't often feel.

in all honesty, you didn't want to stop. in fact, you wanted more – you just had no idea how to ask for it. deciding to continue, your tongue darting out between your lips in concentration.

he opens his eyes, peering down at you with hazy eyes. “do you wanna-” he stops himself, biting down on his bottom lip – deciding against what he was going to ask you. what was he thinking? 

“what?” you question, finally meeting his gaze. he admires the comfortableness in this situation, and your willingness to keep going. thinking it maybe didn't make him a horrible person for asking – although it was more difficult to decipher that in his pent up haze.

“d-do you wanna have sex?” he says hoarsely, his eyes fixed on your face for your reaction to that – scared he shouldn't have said it. “sorry, i shouldn't-” 

you interrupt. “no, i want to.” you tell him, his eyebrows raising in surprise – chris not wasting another second before leaning across to catch your lips on his.

you've kissed people before, you weren't completely untouched – but this was nothing like any of those times. his lips moving with yours rapidly, sucking and biting at your plush lips as his hands came to hold your face – drawing you in closer. 

you shift onto your knees on the couch as he brings you closer, your hand dropping his dick as they come to grasp his wrists to ground yourself. 

“don't feel pressured-” he mumbles against your lips. “if you don’t wanna-” you shut him up by pressing your lips onto his harder, running your hand back over his dick in a way to show him you did want this.

you pull your lips off his, catching your breath. “can you touch me?” you ask, having no idea where the sudden confidence came from to ask for that.

he almost moans at the way you ask, looking so innocent despite what you were asking for. but he nods immediately, sitting up. “yeah, yeah- of course.” he breathes out, reaching to dip his hand into your pyjamas and underwear.

it takes him a second to find your clit, rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves. “do y’ever touch yourself?” he asks through his deep breathing, a small groan leaving his lips as your hand returns to his throbbing cock.

you hold your bottom lip between your teeth, suppressing any sounds. “sometimes.” you whisper, your voice shaky. his mind fills with thoughts of you touching yourself, and it drives him wild.

he looks down at your hand pumping his dick quickly, his own finger moving at the same speed on you before he removed it – pulling down your trousers as best as he could.

you take notice of his actions, shuffling out of them as you lie back on the couch. he watches as you get undressed, scrambling to pull his own trousers off.

he looks down at your body, your exposed pussy making his dick throb – now impossibly hard. “chris.” you mumble, drawing him out of his trance. “condom.” you remind him, some thoughts beyond your nakedness returning. 

“shit.” he mutters, quickly putting his boxers back on as he goes to the bathroom, stepping quietly to not wake up either of his brothers – realising that it might not be the best idea to fuck on the couch, but you were both beyond that as he returned hastily.

he gets back on the couch, opening the packet to slip it onto his dick. you watch, your nerves starting to rise a little as you shift on the sofa to get comfortable.

“you okay?” he asks softly, his hand dropping back down to your soaking cunt – circling your clit again. you nod, and his gaze immediately flicks up to your face. “we don’t have to do this, y'know.” he reminds you gently, soothing your thigh with your other hand.

“no, i want to…just wanna take it slow though.” you tell him timidly, any confidence you had before slowly slipping away. he nods, realising he'd gotten a bit hasty – now feeling bad for rushing you.

“shit, m’sorry.” he apologises, taking a small breath to calm down. then he leans down, pressing soft kisses along your neck – mentally scolding himself for going so quickly with you.

you let out a low hum at the feeling, your fingers threading through his hair soothingly as you breathed out slowly. “m’so sorry.” he repeats, mumbling against your skin as he takes things nice and slow.

his kisses travel further down, lifting your top up to just beneath your tits to kiss down your stomach – the hand not holding himself up, rubbing gentle patterns on your thigh.

you watch him travel down, your nerves seeming to have disappeared at the new pace – watching as he worshipped your body with his lips.

“y-you don't need to do that.” you tell him softly as his face reaches between your thighs. he looks up at you, his hair now messy and strayed around his face. “you sure?” he mumbles, kissing your thighs as he abides by your request.

“yeah.” you breathe out, nodding as you speak. “jus’ finger me.” you tell him, watching as a small smirk appears on his face. he lifts his head back up, moving his hand to your cunt.

the wetness alone has his head spinning, but when he slowly pushes his finger into your tight hole – it's another story. “fuck , youre tight.” he groans, really remembering that you hadnt done this before, and that selfishly he loved that he was gonna be the only one for now.

“mmh, that feels good.” you whine, gripping his other arm that was supporting his weight. he looks down at your already fucked-out expression, your lips parted slightly – looking incredibly inviting.

he leans down to kiss you, and it's a little rough at first before he reminds himself to take it slow. the kiss morphing into a sloppy one, your tongues gently brushing over one another's lips as he continues to finger you.

you tug at his wrist, removing his hand from you and he pulls away from your lips in response. “you okay, you wan’ me to…?” he trails off, now using his hand to slowly jerk himself off.

“yeah, just go slow.” you tell him, your body tensing a little at the thought of that pushing into you. “i will, i will.” he whispers as he gets his dick fully hard, fixing the condom so it's comfortable.

then he situates himself between your legs, one arm holding himself up above you as the other positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance.

you spread your legs a little, gasping as he nudges the head in. he grunts at the feeling – pushing his hips forward ever so slowly until you wince. his attention snaps up to you in concern, stopping immediately.

“hurts a little.” you mumble out, frowning at the foreign feeling. he nods in understanding, pulling back out. then he collects some saliva on his fingers, rubbing it over your entrance to act as lube.

you don't question it, cranking your neck to look down at what he was doing – your breath catching in your throat as he pushes back in slowly. “still hurts chris.” you whine out, gripping his shoulders to stop him from going further.

“i know, just relax f’me, yeah?” he whispers, pulling back a little before kissing down your neck to relieve some of the tension in your body.

you let out soft moans as he kisses your neck, sucking at the skin which was sure to leave marks – not that you cared. his soft touches and delicate kisses seemed to ease you a little as he began gently rocking his hips – only half of his dick making it in as he did so.

“fuuuck- you feel fuckin’ good.” he grunts, already feeling close. his head drops to your shoulder as your hands grasp at his hair – the pleasure from his dick rutting into you feeling like nothing you'd ever felt before.

“you can go deeper.” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. he grunts in response, thrusting his hips further into you in a slow drag. lifting his head up as he watches your mouth hang open.

“does it hurt?” he asks hoarsly, hoping and wishing that wasn’t the case – considering how fucking good your cunt felt gripping around him.

you shake your head as he begins rutting his hips back and forth – one thrust hitting a spot inside you that made you moan out. chris’ hand clasping over your mouth immediately.

“you wan’ me to keep goin- like this?” he asks, eyelids dropped and pupils dilated with lust. you nod, looking up at him through your lashes, and that's all it takes for him to pick up a steady rhythm – groaning and grunting at the feeling.

your whining behind his hands, the sounds thankfully muffled as he fucks into you at a medium pace. reminding himself that he couldn't just lose it and go faster or harder. he cared about you, and he certainly didn't want this to be a bad experience for you – constantly checking to make sure it felt good.

it didn't take long for his orgasm to begin building up, your bodies pressed together as he ground his hips into you. you yourself were in complete ecstasy at the feeling – wondering how you'd gone twenty one years without doing this.

you reach down between your bodies, rubbing your clit quickly which only intensifies the pleasure in a way you couldn't comprehend. “fuck, you gon’ cum f’me?” he groans, watching as you touch yourself – his balls drawing up at the sight.

you nod, moaning against the palm of his hand as he drops his head to your neck, sucking and licking at the skin as he searches for a sweet spot. “oh fuck- i’m gonna cum.” he grunts, trying to hold it off for the sake of your pleasure – but the way you’re squeezing around him is making it near impossible.

“shiiit.” he practically whines, his breath becoming shallow as he feels his orgasm crash down – the condom filling with his cum as he continues to grind into you.

you mumble behind his hand as he grunts, moving it to the side of your head to let you speak, so lost in the bliss he could hardly think.

“please keep going.” you whimper, practically begging for him to continue so you could reach your release. he nods a little, pushing past the overstimulation and focuses on hitting the sweet spot inside you continuously.

it only takes a few minutes for you to get there, your body tensing under him as you squeeze around his now softening cock – biting hard on your lip to stay silent.

your hips rut upwards as you ride out your climax, your finger still rubbing over your clit rapidly. “holy fuck chris.” he finally pulls out, looking down at the way your face was scrunched in pleasure, coming down from your high.

he collapses down on the sofa, catching his breath as he carefully removes the full condom – tying it shut. “thank you.” you whisper, chuckling a little as the smile on your face widens.

he wipes his forehead, his expression mirroring yours. “good?” he questions. you nod eagerly, catching your breath. “we should've done that ages ago.” you mumble out, your head off in the clouds as he smiled down at you.

꒰ notes ꒱ this is basically just a tutorial on how to give a handjob lmao. thank you to @strnilolover for helping me with the plot, she’s amazing if you ever need help with your fics !!

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thinking about eren with facial hair…specifically him ravenously eating pussy with tons of stubble and a faint beard. Never even bothering to shave it bc he works such long, grueling hours (and honestly more so because you like the look!). Sort of neglecting his own self care to give you a life of luxury but it doesn’t even matter..not when he’s rewarded by getting to spread you open with those legs tossed over his shoulders. Anklet dangling on his upper back as he greedily feasts on your cunt. He’s breathing heavily and salivating like an animal, hungry only for you and fixated on nothing else. Juices dripping all down the sides of his cheek and his lips and tongue fixated on that swollen clit..thanks in part to you grinding your slit fiercely against it. He knows how much you love that friction so he keeps you plastered right underneath his nose. Gripping your asscheeks to make certain you can’t get away from him and he doesn’t let up until you’ve wet up every single hair on his face.

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INTRODUCING…… videos

influencer!reader takes of talkingstage!chris

psa! this idea comes from @kiemui, so pls check out her blog and all prompts to her!

01. ↳ ❝ [clingy ass] ¡! ❞ - video length : 6 seconds

you placed your camera on the vanity in your room, doing your skin care. in the back of the video chris stares at you with a needy look on his face, knowing what he was gonna to do, you press record trying to hide the camera from him. “ maaaaaa hurry the fuck upp” he whines getting up to stand behind you as you begin to laugh , the camera begins to shake before it ends with a screech from chris “ DUDEEEE” and a hand covering the lens.

02. ↳ ❝ [ #needthat ] ¡! ❞ - video length : 10 seconds

chris recently gotten his license which for you meant you got to be passenger princess. the camera was held at his chest as your giggles were heard from behind the camera. suddenly your manicured hands started to graze his chest in a flirtatious manner, “ sexy ass” you mumble laughing. you smirked tilting the camera to his face. an evident smirk was placed on his face as you continued your manner, now flipped the camera towards you, “ pull over” you wink suggesting as chris eyes widen, the both of you burst into laughter. the video ends with chris pretending to pull over as you scream

03. ↳ ❝ [ 😑] ¡! ❞ - video length : 13 seconds

you were shakily placing you phone on the bathroom counter, fixing your lip liner in the camera mirror. already in the bathroom with you, chris wraps his arms around you, holding your waist as he puts his face in your neck leaving slight kisses along your jawline. you smile to look at him turning back to the camera to fix your hair. chris being the boy he is, smirks at your figure as he chuckles thinking of something very inappropriate. he removes his hands from around you, placing them on your hips as he thrusting his hips into you suggesting a sex postition. your eyes widen as you pull away from him grabbing you phone to glare at the immature boy, slapping his chest. you could hear a faint laugh from chris near the end of the video

04. ↳ ❝ [ he’s alright ig] ¡! ❞ - video length : 9 seconds

“ chris! act cute!” your irritated voice could be heard in the beginning of the video. the front camera were placed on you and chris with the scenery of the beach sunset in the back. chris could be seen making silly faces at the camera when all your wanted was one smiling photo. “ chilllll baby” chris laughs turning to the sunset before to you, looking at the pout that was placed on your face. the wind has seemed to mess up a bit of you hair and before you could reach to tuck it back, chris did it for you. smiling as he cupped your check, “ you’re pretty” he mumbled as the video ended with a harsh kiss on the lips.

05. ↳ ❝ [ suspect ] ¡! ❞ - video length : 25 seconds

you and chris wanted to both do the suspects challenge on each other. you also made chris promise he won’t be mean but you were too sure he wasn’t going to keep that promise. you wanted to start off and you started off simple, running along the grass in your backyard “ suspect was too shy to make the first move” you spit out laughing as he glares at you stopping his running, snatching the phone. you begin to laugh already, “ suspect gets upset when other girls talk to me” you stop your running, glaring at him snatching your phone back with a mumble “ okay let’s play that game”. chris just laughs as it is his turn, “ suspect calls me baby, hangs out with me everyday, been talking for months and STILL won’t ask me to be his girlfriend” chris stops in his tracks pouting as you begin to laugh. ofc you knew about chris’s commitment issues but it was just fun to joke about it. “babyyy” chris suddenly latches onto you, whining as he sticks his head in your neck as you flip the camera laughing , ending the video.

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PLEASE WEAR THAT OUTFIT AGAIN

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── ୨୧ !　CHRISTMAS BLURB

dad!matt sturniolo x reader

Y/N and Matt set up the house on christmas eve after their daughter goes to bed 🎄🎅

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The warmth of the fireplace crackled softly in the background, a cozy contrast to the chill of the snowstorm outside. Y/N and Matt sat together on their plush red-ish couch in the living room, their Christmas tree glowing brightly with a rainbow of twinkling lights and ornaments they had collected over the years. The scent of pine mingled with the faint sweetness of cookies left out on the table by their daughter just hours ago, complete with a small glass of milk.

Their daughter, Ava, had been bubbling with excitement all evening, her little voice ringing out as she read her letter to Santa aloud for them one last time. She had written it a week ago, complete with adorable misspellings, before carefully sealing it in an envelope addressed to the North Pole. After she had set out the cookies and milk, Y/N had carried her upstairs, humming a soft Christmas carol until she drifted off into her holiday dreams.

Now, the real magic began.

"Okay, so step one." Matt whispered over the gentle hum of the Alexa speaker on the kitchen counter, softly playing "Silent Night", leaning over the coffee table with a pen in his hand.

He grabbed the paper they had carefully tucked away earlier and began drafting the reply from Santa.

"What should Santa say to her? I don’t want to disappoint her, but I also don’t want to sound too over the top."

Y/N laughed softly, leaning over to look at what he’d written, her hand finding home on his hair, turning it messier than it already was.

"Matt, she’s six. Over the top is the bare minimum for Santa Claus."

"Right, right." Matt muttered, tapping the pen against his pouty lips in thought. He scrawled a new line in his handwriting. "How’s this? 'Dear Ava, Thank you so much for your beautiful letter! Mrs. Claus and I loved reading about all the kind things you’ve done this year'."

"It’s good." Y/N said, nodding with approval. "Make sure Santa says how proud he is of her for being such a good big helper to us. She loves hearing that."

Matt grinned.

"Got it. Santa’s totally her biggest fan." He finished the letter and held it up for Y/N to inspect.

She read it aloud, her voice soft.

"'I hope you enjoy the surprises I left under your tree. Remember to keep being the amazing, kind, and thoughtful little person you are. Merry Christmas! Love, Santa'." She smiled at Matt. "You’re good at this. Maybe you should moonlight as Santa’s secretary."

"Don’t tempt me." Matt joked, folding the letter and slipping it into a red envelope.

Next, they set the floor. Y/N carefully grabbed the glittering bag of artificial snow from their Christmas stash and handed it to Matt.

"I love this part so much."

Matt crouched by the fireplace, dusting a liberal amount of snow on the hearth, making it look like Santa had just stepped through the chimney. Then, he stood up, sliding his Prada boots on and stepping into the snow. He left a trail leading the fireplace to the table with the cookies and milk, and finally to the tree.

Y/N shook her head at his exaggerated movements, smiling.

"You’re such a dork."

"Well, you married me." He teased, winking at her, straightening up and looking at his work. "What do you think?"

"It’s adorable." She said, crossing her arms in front of her red sweater. "Now, the cookies. Don’t forget to leave a bite."

"Right." Matt agreed, grabbing a cookie and taking a large, exaggerated chomp. He replaced the bitten cookie back on the plate and downed the milk with a long gulp. "Santa’s full. And he’s gotta go deliver more presents."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Was the cookie good?" She asked, briefly looking at the slightly deformed cookie they baked earlier with Ava.

"It was delicious." Matt smiled softly, pulling her close for a quick kiss before they got back to work.

Together, they placed the beautifully wrapped presents under the tree, making sure each one was strategically positioned to create the illusion of Santa’s careful delivery. Y/N made sure to add a few extra bows to the larger ones, while Matt adjusted the smaller ones for maximum effect.

As they stepped back to admire their work, Matt sighed, draping an arm around Y/N’s waist.

"Do you think she'll believe it? Like, really believe it?"

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with the glow of the Christmas lights.

"Of course, she will. This is magic to her, Matt. It’s magic to me, too."

Matt smiled, his heart full.

"I can’t wait to see her face tomorrow morning."

They sat on the couch for a moment longer, basking in the peacefulness and stillness of the house - something they rarely experienced these days. Y/N broke the silence with a quiet laugh.

"Chris and Nick are going to lose their minds when they see all this tomorrow."

"Chris is going to leave the whole house covered in fake snow." Matt said with a grin. "And act like it’s my fault."

"And Nick will probably try to eat all of Ava’s cookies." Y/N added, shaking her head while looking at the plate full of cookies above the kitchen counter.

They both chuckled, imagining the chaos of Christmas lunch the next day, but for now, the house was quiet, and everything felt perfect.

Matt squeezed Y/N’s hand.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

"Merry Christmas." Y/N replied, leaning her head against his shoulder. They sat together, the glowing tree casting a warm light over the room, as snow continued to fall softly outside.

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merry christmas, lovelies ❤️

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your christmas gift to matt 🎄

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it was coming to the end of the present opening, matt sits in a pile of teared up wrapping paper with the largest grin you’ve possibly ever seen on his face. his cheeks are a rosy red from the heating, which was definitely cranked up to the max after you kept complaining about how cold it was in this house.

“i love all of it- i mean how did you even think of this! i’ve wanted it for ages but i never said anything! it’s like you read my mind or some shit.” matt laughs excitability, a big smile spread across his face as he holds up the lego batman set you got him. “what can i say- you’re literally batman!” i tease, “i just sensed your aura, had to get the set for you.” i smile.

matt laughs, scooping up all of the wrapping paper around him and stuffing it in the bin bag.

he was just so clueless about what you had in store for him.

you and matt had been dating for 3 years now, you didn’t want kids, definitely not yet atleast, but there was one thing matt wanted, more than anything, which is basically the same concept…. all he yaps about is this one thing, he could never make the commitment to buy it, never. but you definitely could.

“matt- i have one last present for you.” i speak, fidgeting with your hands nervously. confusion washes over him, “but we already unwrapped everythi-“ he speaks, but he stops as i stand up, walking to behind the couch and pulling out a box. loosely wrapped in green christmas tree wrapping paper. his eyebrows furrow, as he stares at it.

i sit down on the floor infront of him, clutching the box in your lap.

“i uhm- hope you’re not too mad at me for this purchase- but you’ve always talked about it and-“ i ramble on and on, trying to downplay the present i just got him. “you’re edging me jesus.” he laughs, running a hand through his hair.

i place the box in his lap, and he instantly starts unwrapping it, to reveal a large cardboard box…

‘meeow’ a familiar noice booms throughout the box. matt’s head instantly snaps up to look at me, his lips slightly parted. his eyes are wide as he freezes. “no you didn’t-“ he instantly speaks, his voice soft and panicked. i gnaw on my bottom lip nervously as i look at him.

he gently lifts open the flaps of the cardboard box, peeking inside.

a cat. you had got him a cat. a fluffy white kitten, with bright blue eyes of course, to match matt’s.

his hand trembles as he reaches inside the box, gently lifting the small animal out. he clutches the kitten to his chest, holding it like it’s made of glass. his hands are fully shaking now, i can’t see his face due to the fact his hair is flopped infront of his as he looks down at it.

he’s fully silent, my heart thumps as i wait for any sort of reaction, but he just clings to the cat. his large hands almost covering the whole thing.

“do you- do you like it??” i speak nervously.

matt nods silently, before looking up at me with tear filled eyes, “i lov- i love her.” his voice breaks as he gently places the cat down in the box. he’s crying, oh my god.

“oh- aw matt-!” i laugh with a smile as he wipes at his eyes frantically. i pull him into my chest as he lets out a loud hiccup, his tears streaming down his face and dripping onto my christmas sweater.

“i’m sorry- i’m just really happy.” he sobs out through a laugh, his arms wrapped around my waist deathly tight. “i’ve always wanted- a cat and- and now we have one and-“ he cries, pulling away from my chest to lift the kitten out of the box. his whole body shaking as he holds it like his firstborn child. “i love her- i love you- thank you so much this is the best thing that’s ever happened-“ he rambles,

i feel my own emotions start to surface as i look at him, god i am so inlove with this man.

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Hi baby my new fav little account. How aboutttt a lil mutual masturbation between chris and reader and they actually can’t take it anymore n just end up fuckin HA. 🤒🫦

-☁️

𐙚 — i am so, so sorry for how long this took bby!! life has really been kicking my ass lately 😣 thank you so much for the yummy request!!!

𐙚 — fem!reader, established relationship, mutual masturbation to straight fucking, bigdick!chris, deep penetration, size kink(?), pet names (ma, baby), cowgirl/riding (more like getting fucked from below), creampie, small breeding kink (big my bad), dirty talk/language, “good girl”, not really proof’d.

“fuck, ma, go faster.”

chris’s voice is breathy and husky, blown eyes glued to the sticky mess between your plush thighs. your fingers work madly over your swollen clit, the pleasure eliciting small moans and sharp breaths from you.

it feels good, but it’s nothing compared to what chris’s dick can offer you — you know that for a fact.

and it’s right in front of you, hard, throbbing and painted red, flared cockhead drooling pearly pre as his hand jerks it fast — you swear your mouth is watering.

“you’re starin’, ma.” chris suddenly pants out, pulling your gaze up to his eyes. your clit throbs at his lidded stare, at the pure want swirling in every feature of his face.

“isn’t that the p-point?” you stutter out, gut curling and slick oozing from your folds. your hand wasn’t nearly enough, arm muscles already feeling tense and worn from the fast rhythm you’ve had to keep up just drag yourself this close to your orgasm.

“hah, yeah. but you seem like you want to do more than just stare.” chris teases, cock jumping in his hand and catching your eyes immediately. a whimper catches in your throat — it’s so fucking thick and long, built to stretch you out and reach every sweet spot; built to absolutely ruin you.

“can you blame me?” you whine out, fingers slowing from fatigue. “‘s so big and my hand isn’t enough — i don’t even think i can cum from touching myself anymore.”

“fuck,” chris hisses, head knocking back against the wall behind him. he’s so hard it must be painful, and you wonder if his hand is even doing the trick for him. you get your answer in the next few seconds.

“shit, i can’t cum like this either. come on, get it on it, baby.”

you’re quick to follow his command; in record time you’ve abandoned your spot at the foot of the bed and straddle his hips, sopping pussy kissing his hot tip and breath mingling with his. chris holds his cock steady while you grip his shoulders and start to sink, whining in pleasure when his cockhead splits open your walls.

“fuuuuuck yeah, baby. take it nice n’ slow, that’s it — lemme feel that pretty pussy.” chris groans, eyes glued to the event taking place between your legs.

“chris,” you can’t help but whine, walls fluttering and hips nearly aching — you’ve only taken him halfway and there’s already pressure against your cervix; he’s so insanely big it’s mind melting.

“i’ve got you, baby,” chris murmurs back, hands framing your hips for support. “jus’ stay right there, okay? i got you.”

your fingernails dig into his shoulders as chris fucks his hips up, bullying his cock into your sloppy pussy at a fast pace. your lips part on wanton, lewd moans, small chants of his name interrupting the cascade as he fucks you deep and rough.

“look at you takin’ that big fuckin’ cock — god, you’re amazing.” chris growls, breathy and deep, cock kicking inside your walls and stretching you out so deliciously.

“fuck, more,” you mewl, head growing fuzzy from the slick, sloppy slaps of his hips and the creak of the mattress below you — the sounds are insistent, a narration to how fast he’s fucking you; it’s sending you straight to the edge faster than you can comprehend.

“y’want more, baby?” chris mumbles, lips latching onto the skin of your neck wetly. “want me to fuck your pretty pussy up til you can’t move? is that what y’want ma? tell me.”

“yes,” you gasp out, eyes rolling back in your skull with every drag and slide of his thick cock, pussy sobbing and drooling down his balls with every thrust. it’s so messy and hot, filling your entire body with wet heat. “please, fuck me harder. make m’cum.”

“fuck, yeah, good girl. i know you want it,” chris pants out, fucking into your cunt savagely — his rhythm is a bit sloppy, and his cock is twitching and throbbing against your walls; he’s close. “i know y’want me to fill this pretty pussy up too — fuck, so fuckin’ sloppy, baby.”

“chris, please,” you can’t help but whine, pussy fluttering as your gut cinches tightly — you’re so fucking close, his thick cock hitting every sweet spot and pulling your orgasm beneath your skin. you just needed a little more, needed it rougher, faster —

“i know baby. i’ve got you, ma. gon’a make you cum so hard, fuck. such a fuckin’ good girl, baby.” chris groans, hips pistoning up to bully his cock into you savagely, bouncing your entire body from the force.

wet slaps, grunts, slchurps, squelches, and whines permeate the room as he fucks you silly, murmuring about how wet and tight you are, calling you his good girl, fucking you right there —

“coming!” you yelp, gushing around his cock and pulling deep, rolling moans from his throat. he’s still slamming into you as you ride out the intense waves, cunt and clit throbbing in time to your heartbeat.

“good fuckin’ girl, cum all over me, shit — yeah, fuckin’ you so good, ain’t i, ma— fuck, i’m gonna cum —,” chris sounds almost whiney, hips stuttering and cock throbbing and kicking inside you.

you aren’t even fully aware that you’re begging him to cum, that you’re pushing your hips down subconsciously to swallow his cock wholly into your cunt, that you’re babbling so incoherently, until chris cuts your words off by sealing his lips to yours.

his tongue dominates your mouth immediately, licking and claiming, deep groans being shoved down your throat as chris fucks himself to completion — it doesn’t take very long until he’s losing it completely, cock and balls twitching as he empties himself inside you, filling your already sloppy cunt with hot fluid.

“fuuuuck, ma, take my fuckin’ cum — shit, gonna fuck it so deep; gonna put a baby in’ya, fuuuuuck.”

you can’t do much else than collapse on top of him as he fucks himself through his high with your velvet walls, as he coats your cervix with hot seed — and in the back of your mind, you can’t help but wonder if his seed will take.

and you’re really too exhausted to contemplate why the thought turns you on all over again.

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── ୨୧ !　MIDNIGHT COMPANY

chris sturniolo x reader

SUMMARY: While filming a car video, the triplets witness a girl - Y/N - arguing with her boyfriend. When he smashes her phone and leaves her alone at midnight in the middle of a random parking lot, Chris steps in.

WARNING: Toxic relationship, yelling, fighting, being hurt physically and emotionally, manipulation, panicking.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N didn't meant for things to end up like that.

She really didn't.

She was just walking alongside her boyfriend through the Target aisles, her eyes darting nervously between the shelves and the floor.

But she should know better. He had already been irritated when they left the apartment - something about her taking too long to get ready - and now, every move she made felt like a mistake.

"Stick close." Her boyfriend had muttered, his voice low but firm. His eyes darted around the store, scanning the aisles of brightly colored products with an air of impatience. "I don’t want to spend all night in here."

Y/N nodded quickly, her throat dry.

"Okay."

They made their way down the main aisle, her boyfriend grabbing a few items and putting them into the cart with little regard. It was always like that; he made the decisions, and she just agreed and moved on.

He paused at the end of that same aisle, scanning the shelves with a discerning eye. She lingered a few steps behind, observing.

He grabbed a box of granola bars from the shelf, tossing it into the cart with a louder thud. She winced at the sound, her stomach knotting with unease.

"Why are you standing there? Do you see the cereal we get?" He asked, his tone clipped.

Her throat tightened. She scanned the shelves frantically, her eyes moving over the rows of colorful boxes. She wasn’t sure if it was the green box or the blue one.

"Um, I think..." She started, reaching hesitantly toward one of the options.

"Don’t think. Look." He snapped, already sounding exasperated.

Her hand faltered, and she pulled it back. Her heart was pounding, and her palms had grown clammy against the leather strap of her purse. She wanted to go home.

They turned into the household goods section, where shelves were lined with glass containers, picture frames, and other fragile items. Her boyfriend stopped abruptly, examining a set of drinking glasses with a critical eye.

"Do you think these match the ones we already have?" He asked, holding up a box with pretty crystal wine glasses.

Y/N hesitated, unsure if he wanted an answer or was just thinking out loud.

"I-I think so."

Her boyfriend sighed, setting the box down with a clatter.

"You’re not even paying attention."

"I am." She said quickly, her voice barely above a whisper, desperately searching for his free hand. "I promise."

"Whatever." He muttered, letting her squeeze his fingers once before dropping hers, moving on.

Y/N quickly followed, trying to stay out of his way, her eyes fixed on his tall figure, crossing her hands in front of her body and forcing her brain to pay more attention to anything he touched or pointed out. She couldn't risk him thinking that she didn't care.

As she passed by one of the shelves, her purse brushed against a precariously balanced display of small vases. Time seemed to slow as the first vase teetered, then fell, hitting the shelf below it and sending a chain reaction through the display.

Crash!

The sound was deafening. Glass shattered across the floor, the pieces glinting under the white lights. Y/N froze, her breath catching in her throat. She stared at the mess, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst out of her chest.

"Oh my god. Are you serious?" Her boyfriend hissed under his breath.

She dropped to her knees instinctively, trembling as she tried to gather the pieces with her bare hands.

"I’m sorry." She whispered, her voice trembling and desperate.

"You're fucking nbelievable." He muttered under his breath, loud enough for her to hear.

She stopped for a moment, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. She wasn’t crying because of the spilled glasses. It wasn’t even about the moment itself. It was about the weight of knowing that every mistake she made was a reason for him to get tired of her. To leave her.

"I’m sorry." She whispered, again and again, the words tumbling out of her mouth as though they might undo the damage. "I’m so s-sorry."

But it wasn’t just an apology. It was an instinctive response, born from the fear of making him feel any sort of negative emotion at all. She knew that he wouldn’t brush this off, wouldn’t laugh, and say it was no big deal. He would be mad, and she couldn't let him get mad at her. Not again.

She desperately wanted to shrink herself down into something more digestible for him at that moment. Something he could chew up, spit out, and discard - like gum.

A woman at the end of the aisle glanced over, her expression a mix of surprise and concern. A man on the opposite side peeked around the corner, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene.

Y/N’s face burned with humiliation. She felt their stares on her, for sure, full of judgment. Her hands fumbled over the shards, shaking too hard to pick them up properly.

Her boyfriend crouched down beside her, his expression now unusually calm. His hand landed on her shoulder, but the grip was firm, bordering on painful.

"Y/N, honey, stop. You’re going to hurt yourself."

"I’m sorry." She whispered again, the tears on her eyes starting to burn her orbs with the force she used to stop the drops from escaping. She couldn’t let him see her break. She’d learned the hard way that crying only made him angrier.

"Stop it." He said more firmly, moving his hand through her arm, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away from the glass. He looked up at the people looking back at them and forced a polite, almost apologetic smile. "She’s... a little clumsy. Always has been. Right, honey? I know you didn’t mean to. You can’t help it, can you?"

Y/N stiffened, her stomach churning. She forced her head to move up and down, the movement coming out almost robotic.

"You’re just... distracted. All the time." He continued, his smile cold and tight. "That’s why these things happen. You can’t focus."

She wanted to argue, to tell him that she wasn’t some careless mess, but the words died in her throat. What good would it do?

"Here." He said, taking an empty cardboard box near them and shoving the pieces to the side with it, taking it all out of the way. "There. Fixed. See?"

She nodded, swallowing hard.

"Now, get up."

She stood, her knees wobbling slightly as she adjusted the strap of her purse. He grabbed her arm, his fingers digging into her skin.

"It’s okay." He continued, speaking louder now so the others could hear. "She just gets a little overwhelmed sometimes. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of this."

The man at the end of the aisle nodded, giving her boyfriend a small, understanding smile. The woman pursed her lips and turned away, muttering something about how 'accidents happen'.

"Let’s go." He said through clenched teeth as he started walking toward the exit.

"But-"

"No." His voice was low, but the warning was clear. He smiled tightly at the few remaining onlookers as he dragged her past them.

Her face burned with humiliation, but she kept quiet, her eyes glued to the floor. His grip tightened when her feet seemed to disobey her brain, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out.

The automatic doors slid open, and the cool night air rushed over her, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her head. Her boyfriend’s pace didn’t slow, his hand still gripping her skin as he led her toward the parking lot.

Her heart was pounding, her thoughts spiraling into chaos. She felt like a child being scolded, small and powerless, her voice locked somewhere deep inside her throat.

When they reached the car, he finally let go of her arm, shoving her away as if she were a piece of garbage. She stumbled slightly, catching herself against the side of the car, waiting for whatever came next.

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From the other side of their spot in the parking lot, the triplets were parked, their van slightly away from the main entrance. It was Wednesday night, and they were filming their weekly video, the interior of the van alive with yells and laughter.

"... No, seriously, people do that sometimes." Chris said, turning slightly towards Matt while trying to prove his point. "Patches O'Houlihan, he did that."

Matt scoffed, looking at him with an 'are you serious?' look.

"From Dodgeball? The fictional character?" He laughed incredulously, looking at Nick through the rearview, ready for another weird thing to come out of Chris's mouth.

Nick's attention, however, wasn’t on him - or them, for that matter. It was on the world outside. He always had a habit of scanning his surroundings, probably in a way of caring for himself and his brothers.

As Chris kept going, earning a loud groan from Matt, Nick’s eyes caught movement across the parking lot, almost exactly in front of their van. Near one of the parked cars, a couple stood in the golden glow of a streetlamp.

Nick’s stomach twisted. Something about the way the guy loomed over the girl, his gestures sharp and erratic, immediately set off alarm bells. The girl was visibly distressed, her arms crossed over her chest, her posture shrinking with every second.

Without thinking, Nick leaned forward and slapped Chris on the shoulder, interrupting him.

"Nick, what the-" Chris began, turning sharply, his annoyance evident.

"Shut up." Nick hissed, his voice low but firm, cutting through Chris’s protest. He nodded toward the couple. "Look."

Chris frowned but followed Nick’s gaze, his expression shifting from irritation to curiosity and then to concern. Matt, who had been in the middle of adjusting his hoodie, leaned closer to the windshield.

"What’s going on?" Matt asked, his voice quieter now.

Nick didn’t answer, instead reaching for the button to lower his window, easing it down. A faint, angry voice carried into the van, growing clearer as the man’s yelling intensified.

"... do you even understand how embarrassing you are?"

The girl stood frozen, her arms clutching her sides as though trying to hold herself together. Her head was bowed, her hair shielding her face from the world. She didn’t respond, didn’t dare to look up, and that only seemed to fuel his anger.

"What the fuck?" Matt muttered, leaning forward slightly to get a better look, his eyes glued to the scene.

"You think I’m joking?" He snapped, stepping closer to her. "You think I enjoy having every pair of eyes in that store on me because you can’t manage to walk without causing a damn scene?" The man continued, stepping closer to her.

Her response was so soft that it barely reached the triplets’ ears.

"I’m sorry..."

"Sorry?" The man laughed bitterly. "You’re always sorry. You’re sorry when you spill coffee, you’re sorry when you trip over your own feet, and now you’re sorry for knocking over half a shelf like a goddamn child?"

The girl flinched at his words, biting her bottom lip while taking a small - almost imperceptible - step back.

Chris tensed after watching her reaction, his jaw tightening.

"This guy’s a piece of-"

"Chris, shush." Matt snapped, his voice low.

"I told you before, didn’t I? Stop acting like a fool every time we’re out in public. This is for your own good." The man spat.

"I didn’t mean to-" She started, but he cut her off quickly.

"Shut up!" He barked, his voice echoing across the lot. She shrank back, her body trembling. "You know better than to talk back to me." He growled, taking another step closer.

"I wasn’t-"

"Stop talking!" He barked, his voice echoing across the empty lot probably louder than intended. "Every time you open your mouth, you make it worse. Do you even understand that? Or are you too stupid to figure it out?"

Tears accumulated inside her eyeballs, shining below the lights.

"Look, I’ll call an Uber, okay?" Y/N murmured, her voice cracking. "You can go home and calm down. Please."

"Oh, you’ll call an Uber? Sure, let’s waste more of my money on your screw-ups." The man’s laugh was sharp and bitter.

She reached into her purse, her hands shaking as she pulled out her phone, unlocking it and trying to search for tha app, being harshly interrupted when the man snatched the device from her grip with such force that she stumbled.

Chris shifted uncomfortably, his fists clenched on his lap.

"Do we step in?"

"I don't think we should, not right now." Nick whispered.

"Give it back. Please, baby." She asked, her voice weak, trembling.

"Why? So you can text your little friends about what a terrible boyfriend I am?" He sneered, holding the phone high above his head.

Y/N's mouth dropped open, her wet eyes widening as if he had just committed the worst crime.

"Baby, please." She begged, her tears now falling freely, causing her voice to break. "I would never ever do that. I love you so much, you know that, right?"

He ignored her. With a single, violent motion, he hurled the phone to the ground. The sound of glass and plastic shattering against the pavement echoed in the silence.

She recoiled as though the blow had landed on her instead of the device, a squeak involuntarily escaping from her mouth. Her arms wrapped tighter around herself as she stared at the broken pieces. Her whole life, broken.

"Should've had taken that shit from you sooner." The man spat, shaking his head. "Pathetic. Can’t do anything right."

Matt and Nick exchanged horrified glances through the rearview, Chris's face pale by their side.

"P-please, don't leave me here, baby. I love you, I'm so sorry." The girl begged, gluing her hands in a praying gesture in front of her body. "I promise I'll do better."

"I can't even look at your face right now." The man shook his head. "I need some time, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer before storming off to the driver-side of his car, slamming the door and speeding out of the lot, tires screeching against the asphalt.

Y/N stood frozen, her trembling figure illuminated by the lights and the moon.

Chris didn’t think. One second, he was staring at her, and the next, his hand was on the van door handle, yanking it open.

"Chris!" Matt hissed from the driver’s seat. "What are you doing?"

"Chris- what the fuck?!" Nick added, his voice urgent but not loud enough to stop him.

But Chris couldn’t wait. He couldn’t sit there any longer, watching this girl suffer alone.

He bolted from the van, the cool night air hitting him like a slap, but he barely noticed. His long strides carried him across the parking lot, his heart pounding not from his pace but from pure urgency.

"Oh my god, he's crazy!" Matt’s groan echoed from behind him, but it was distant, like background noise.

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

The closer he got, the more his stomach churned. Her face was streaked with tears, her cheeks blotchy and raw from crying. But she wasn’t just crying. She was panicking. He could see it in the way her hands trembled uncontrollably, and in the way her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

Chris slowed as he approached her, not wanting to startle her. She was staring at the exit of the parking lot, her wide, unfocused and tear-filled eyes locked on the gate arm as though it was the only thing anchoring her to the ground.

"Hey." He said softly, his voice gentle but firm.

She flinched, her head snapping up, and her gaze locked on him as she took a step back. For a moment, she looked utterly terrified, and Chris's throat tightened.

He quickly held his hands up, palms out, trying to show her he wasn’t a threat.

"Hey, hey, it’s okay." He said quickly. "I just... I saw what happened, and I wanted to check if you’re okay."

Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out. Instead, a fresh wave of tears spilled down her cheeks. She shook her head, taking another step back, her back almost hitting the metal post of the streetlight.

"You don’t have to be scared." Chris said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "I’m not going to hurt you, I swear. I just want to help."

She looked at him again, her watery eyes studying his face as though trying to figure out if he was lying.

Chris took a cautious step closer, keeping his movements slow.

"You’re shaking." He said gently. "It's freezing out here. Can I... can I give you my hoodie?"

She blinked at him, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Why?" She croaked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Because it’s cold, and you’re upset, and I’d feel better if you weren’t standing out here like this." Chris said honestly, shrugging off his hoodie - ignoring how the hairs on his arm fully stood up with the cold air - and holding it out to her.

She hesitated, her eyes darting from his face to the piece of clothing, then back again.

"It’s okay." Chris reassured her. "You don’t have to take it, but I promise it’s clean. And warm."

After what felt like an eternity, she slowly reached out and took the hoodie from him. Her hands were trembling so much that she almost dropped it, but she managed to pull it to her chest, pressing it against her covered skin.

"Thank you." She mumbled, her voice shaky.

Chris exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

"Of course. What’s your name?" He asked in a soft tone. "I'm Chris."

She blinked her eyes at him, frowning, clearly surprised by the question.

"Y-Y/N." She said hesitantly.

"Y/N." He repeated, offering her a small, reassuring smile. "It’s really nice to meet you... Um, do you want to sit down? You look like you need a second."

She looked around the parking lot again before nodding slowly, and Chris gestured to the curb nearby. He waited until she sat down before taking a seat a few feet away, giving her space but staying close enough that she wouldn’t feel alone.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

"I’m fine." She finally said - even though it wasn't what Chris was expecting to hear, her voice cutting through the silence, hoarse and shaky.

Chris tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowing.

"I don’t think you are."

"I am." She insisted, but her voice cracked on the words, betraying her.

Chris turned his face slightly to the side to meet her eyes, curving his upper body, trying to make himself seem less imposing.

"I know you don’t know me. Well, only my name now." He said softly. "But I can tell you’re not fine. And that’s okay. You don’t have to be. Not after that."

She bit her lower lip hard, and for a second, Chris thought she might break down again. But instead, she straightened her spine, her trembling hands wiping at her tear-streaked face.

"It's not as bad as it looked. He was just angry." She said quietly, almost as if she was saying that to herself. "It’s not his fault. I... I messed up."

Chris’s heart sank at her words.

"You didn’t mess up." He said firmly, his voice laced with conviction.

She shook her head, her hands gripping the fabric of his hoodie tightly.

"I did. I dropped something, broke it, actually. It was stupid, and it drew attention to us, and... and he doesn’t like that. He was just trying to make me understand."

Chris stared at her, his chest tightening painfully.

"That’s not okay." He said softly. "No one should treat you like that, no matter what happened."

"You don’t understand." She said, her voice rising slightly as she hugged herself tighter. "He just... he gets frustrated sometimes, but it’s because he cares. He doesn’t mean to be mean."

Chris’s jaw clenched, a mix of anger and sadness boiling inside him.

"Love isn’t supposed to be like that, Y/N." He said gently. "It’s not supposed to hurt you and leave you standing in a parking lot crying, shaking, and alone."

Her eyes filled with fresh tears again, and she looked away, staring at the ground as if she couldn’t bear to meet his gaze.

"You don’t know him." She whispered, shaking her head vehemently.

Chris wanted to scream, to grab her shoulders, and shake her until she understood that what she was describing wasn’t love. It was control, manipulation, and abuse. But even though he had never helped a victim of a toxic and abusive relationship before, he knew he should keep his voice calm, so he did it, maintaining his tone soft and steady.

"You’re right." He said. "I don’t know him. But I know what I saw, and I can only imagine what it feels like to have someone make you think you’re the problem when you’re not."

Her head whipped toward him, her eyes narrowing.

"You don’t know anything about me."

Chris held up his hands.

"You’re right again. I don’t. But I’m not here to judge you. I’m here because I want to help. No strings, no expectations. Just... let me help. I can't leave you alone here for the rest of the night."

She shook her head again, her hands trembling as she brushed her hair out of her face.

"I shouldn’t even be talking to you about this. It isn't fair to him. He’d be so heartbroken if he knew."

Chris watched her for a second too long.

"But you deserve to talk to someone." He finally said. "You deserve to feel safe."

"I am safe!" She snapped, her voice ringing out in the empty parking lot. The declaration sounded hollow, as if she was trying to convince herself more than him.

Chris took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second.

"I just want to help you." He said, his tone pleading. "Do you have someone you can call? A family member, a friend? You can use my phone-"

Her reaction was immediate and panicked. She shook her head furiously, her eyes wide with fear as her body tightened, seeming ready to stand up and run.

"No! No, I can’t call anyone."

"Why not?" Chris asked gently, though his heart was racing, his eyes traveling quickly to his car where his brothers were before going back to Y/N. "They’d want to help you, just like I do."

"I said no!" She cried, her voice cracking. Her breathing was shallow and quick now, teetering on the edge of hyperventilation. "You don’t understand. I can’t just call someone. And you... you need to go. God, you shouldn’t even be here."

Chris frowned, his brows knitting together.

"Please, I’m just trying to-"

"You don’t get it." She interrupted, her voice hushed but frantic. She glanced around the parking lot as though expecting her boyfriend to be there somewhere, watching them. "He’s going to come back. And if he sees you here, if he thinks... you need to leave. Now."

Chris’s stomach dropped at the sheer terror in her voice.

"Y/N, he won't hurt you in any type of way while I'm here with you. I can promise you that." He moved a bit closer again, careful not to make any sudden movement. "Let me do something for you. Anything, please."

"You can’t." She whispered, her voice barely audible. "No one can. Please, just go. He’s going to be here soon, and I-I can’t let him see you."

She was holding onto that story like it was a lifeline, but the way her hands trembled and her breath hitched betrayed her doubt.

"What if he doesn’t?" Chris asked gently. "What if he’s not coming back tonight?"

Her face fell for a brief moment before she quickly masked it, straightening up.

"He will." She said, though there was no conviction in her tone. "He always does."

Chris nodded, looking around dismissively.

"Okay. Maybe he will. But just in case... maybe you could let me help you. You don’t have to trust me, I get that. I'm a stranger. But let me offer you something. A safe place to wait."

"I don’t have anywhere to go." She admitted, her voice so quiet it was almost lost in the night air. "Just our house. And I don't think I should go back there now."

Chris’s heart twisted at her words and how uncertain they sound, but he kept his expression neutral, careful not to show pity.

"Okay." He said softly. "Then maybe you can just... talk to me. You don’t have to get in my car. We can sit out here. I’ll stay right here in the open where you can see me."

She hesitated, her eyes darting to the ground.

"Why do you care so much?"

Chris crossed his legs above the pavement, relaxing his posture further.

"Because I know what it’s like to feel like you’re on your own." He said simply. "And because I don’t think anyone should have to go through something like this alone. You don’t deserve that."

She hesitated, her gaze watching her hands above her thighs.

"I won’t call the police unless you want me to." Chris added. "I won’t push you to do anything you don't want to do. But you don’t have to deal with this alone."

Her lip quivered, and she closed her eyes tightly, her voice barely a whisper.

"I don’t even know what I’d do."

Chris’s heart ached for her, but he kept his tone steady.

"How about this." He said. "I’ll stay with you until you figure that out. If you want, I can take you to a hotel, or I can help you find somewhere else to stay for the night. But whatever you decide, I’m not going to leave you here."

She was silent for a long time, her shoulders rising and falling with each shaky breath. Finally, she nodded, just once.

"Okay." She said.

Chris exhaled slowly, relief washing over him.

"Okay." He echoed.

For the first time that night, she looked at him fully, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and cautious hope.

He opened his widest smile in response, leaning back slightly with his palms against the curb behind his back and glancing up at the sky.

"You know." He started, his tone casual. "This isn’t exactly the way I imagined spending my Wednesday night."

Her eyes scanned his face carefully, frowning, feeling like she was the one to destroy his day - or night.

"What do you mean?" She asked hesitantly, her voice hoarse.

Chris shrugged, being careful not to mention his career. He didn't want to overwhelm her.

"Well, usually on Wednesdays, I’m sitting in my van with my brothers, arguing over who gets to pick the fast-food spot. We’re probably debating something ridiculous, too."

That earned him the smallest, almost imperceptible twitch of her lips. It wasn’t quite a smile, but it was something. It encouraged Chris to continue.

"My brothers are idiots, by the way." He said, his tone light. "Don’t tell them I said that, though. They'll get big heads thinking I actually pay attention to their nonsense."

Her brow rose slightly, curiosity tugging at the edges of her expression, her body instinctively leaning towards him.

"What are they like?"

Chris chuckled, throwing his head to the side, laying his cheek against his shoulder and looking at her eyes.

"They're amazing. Weird, but amazing. They're so funny in their individual way, always making me laugh so hard that sometimes I feel like I could pass out."

This time, she let out a soft, breathy laugh, and Chris felt a flicker of warmth in his chest. It was small, but it was progress.

"You’re close with them?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah." Chris said, nodding. "It’s hard not to be when you all live and do everything together. But they’re good guys. Annoying as hell, but good."

She looked down at her hands, her fingers fidgeting with the frayed edge of his hoodie sleeve.

"Must be nice." She murmured.

Chris’s smile faltered for a moment, but he recovered quickly.

"It is." He admitted. "But, you know, we fight sometimes. Like, really fight. Last week, Matt threw a punch at me because I wouldn’t stop talking during his game."

Her lips twitched again, and this time, it was a small, shy smile.

"What were you saying?" She asked, her voice soft but carrying a hint of amusement.

"Oh, some random shit. Can’t even remember now. Probably something embarrassing, knowing me." Chris grinned. "Matt said I was ruining his concentration, but honestly, I think he just doesn’t appreciate my brain work."

She shook her head slightly, her smile lingering.

"You’re ridiculous." She said softly, almost reflexively, but as soon as the words left her mouth, her expression shifted. Her body tensed up, her shoulders pulling in as her eyes darted to him in alarm. "I didn’t mean-"

"Guilty as charged." Chris smoothly interrupted her, opening a smirk while looking at her, trying to express through his eyes that it was okay. "But, hey, if ridiculous is what it takes to make you laugh, then I’m all in."

Her looked down again at the pavement, scraping her shoes over the small rocks.

"Thanks." She said quietly.

"For what?" Chris asked, his voice gentle.

"For... keeping me company." She said, her gaze fixed on her lap. "I don’t feel... as bad right now."

Chris felt a lump in his throat but pushed it down, keeping his tone light.

"Anytime." He said. "I’ve got a whole arsenal of dumb stories and good jokes if you need them."

She looked at him then, her eyes softer than before.

"You’re really nice." She said, pressing her lips in a fine line.

Chris shrugged, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

"I just don’t like seeing people hurt." He said honestly. "And, I don’t know, you seem like someone who deserves a lot better than... all this."

Her eyes filled with tears, and for a moment, Chris thought she might start crying again. Instead, she took a deep breath and nodded.

"Thanks." She said again, her voice steadier this time.

Chris gave her a warm smile.

"No problem. Now, how do you feel about bad puns? Because I’ve got a killer one about a duck and a lawyer."

Her laughter filled the cold night air, causing a large smile to stretch across Chris's lips. He would do everything in his power to help this girl.

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I LOVE BED

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nothing just chris’s hands.

i need his fingers in me rn.

(the fact that he’s flipping us of all the time is so funny to me)

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disclaimer: it was me

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glasses are the sluttiest thing a man can wear.