#chris feeling alone and betrayed

[solaestial]

Oh Raven (Sing Me A Happy Song) - Unlike Pluto

[gregmarriage]

‘i’m all alone in this fight.’ followed by an immediate transition to eddie…

[sturnioz]

shy!reader is left alone for the weekend while fratboy!chris is at the fraternity formal — but when the weekend is over... ⌞ part one ⌝

when you found out that this weekend would be spent without chris—a weekend without raging frat parties—you initially thought it might be a refreshing break, envisioning peaceful days for you to relax.

instead, you were extremely unprepared for the loneliness that quickly settled in.

with most of your friends away at the fraternity formal, the apartment felt stark and empty. nick generously spends friday and saturday with you, easily distracting you from the hollow ache in your chest and the gnawing sense of isolation, and you're grateful for his company.

but sunday arrived, suffocating you with eerily silence.

you sit on the couch, the stillness of your apartment pressing in around you, unsettlingly quiet, and you fidget restlessly, trying to push away the spiralling thoughts in your mind as you stare at the flickering tv screen. one of your favourite series is playing, yet it fails to bring the comfort and joy you so desperately crave.

eventually, your hand gravitates towards your phone resting on the arm of the couch, and despite the nagging voice in your head urging you to leave it untouched, curiosity pulls you in. you open the instagram app, and you're instantly bombarded by a flood of posts.

you smile softly, liking the ones posted by kitty and matt, as well as your friend and nate. you even double-tap a few pictures from the other frat boys too. but when chris' post appears, you smile falters.

your thumb hovers over the heart button, and a heavy weight settles in your throat, making it difficult for you to swallow. why didn't he tell you about the formal? why didn't he invite you? did he go with someone else? the answer to that last question becomes painfully clear as you begin to swipe through his posts, and you freeze upon seeing a photo of him standing in front of a mirror, and cherry by his side.

he went with cherry? the last girl he was sleeping with? the realisation hits you like a brutal punch to the gut, and suddenly, you're gasping for breath, the air feeling thick and constricted in your lungs as your heart races with a mix of hurt and confusion.

you know you have no right to feel this way. you are chris are not even dating; you're just sleeping together. it's casual. yet, the pang of betray still cuts deep and you shut your phone off and place it down, your hands trembling slightly as you rub your chest uncomfortably, trying to soothe the ache that has settled there.

you sink deeper into the couch, wishing you could escape the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you — the loneliness, the shock, and the sharp sting of feeling left behind. you wish you could silence the nagging thoughts that tell you you should be okay with this, that you should just let it go.

but the truth is, it hurts more than you want to admit, and you can't shake the feeling of being pushed to the side in a situation that was never supposed to matter this much to you.

when monday rolls in, you find yourself slipping back into your familiar routine — consciously pushing aside the worries and pain from the weekend as you greet your hungover friend as she stumbles into the apartment, giggling softly as she dramatically slumps on top of you, declaring how much she missed you.

fortunately, your professor called in sick, granting you a day off, so you settle in, spending your morning in your room as your friend fills you in on what happened on the weekend. you nod and hum along, smiling at her explaining to you how drunk she had gotten, but your amusement falters when she suddenly brings up chris.

"everyone thought you were going with chris, you know," her says, her voice still croaky as she rubs her tired eyes with a yawn. "so when you didn't show up, everyone just assumed that he'd be going alone, just to get fucked up or whatever."

"but..?" you press quietly, already bracing yourself for the answer you dread but need to hear.

"he went with some sorority girl — cherry, i think her nickname is? 'cos of her red hair and fucking insane double d's. i'm jealous," she huffs beside you, craning her head on her pillow to look at you. "are you okay?"

her words hit you, dragging you back into the painful reality you've tried to forget about and you swallow hard, attempting to compose yourself.

"yeah, m'fine," you reply, but the tremor in your voice gives you away. you force a fragile smile. "promise, i'm good."

even if she doesn't believe a word that came out of your mouth, she doesn't press the issue, which you're grateful for. instead, she shifts the conversation to something completely different.

throughout the day, you remain in your apartment, working on assignments, baking treats with your friend, and crocheting. you even eat popcorn and watch your favourite shared movies.

yet, every so often, your phone buzzes beside you, lighting up with notifications. you take small glances at the screen to read, but each time you see the name, you choose to push the device to the side, ignoring the person on the other end.

© STURNIOZ

[ghsface]

Hot day - Matt Sturniolo

Sumary: You and Matt have the house alone on a very hot day and you decide to provoke him a little...

Warnings: smut +18, sexual tension, explicit content, use of fingers, unprotected sex (don't do it), soft!dom!matt, no use of y/n, I think that's all.

A/n: bro i literally love this, btw this is a story with two parts one hotter than the other, part two soon

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The summer heat invaded every corner of the house. The windows were open, but not even the breeze was enough to alleviate the stifling temperature. Nick was in Korea with Madison Beer, and Chris was in Boston, which left the house for just you and Matt. The day promised to be quiet, but you had other plans.

You woke up early, with one clear idea in mind: play with the limits of Matt's patience. You knew what you did to him when you wore certain outfits, and today you weren't going to be discreet. You put on a tiny top, one that barely covered your breasts, leaving your abdomen completely exposed. You paired that with a thong in Matt's favorite color, knowing full well that it was his weakness.

You looked at yourself in the mirror before going downstairs. You smiled as you imagined his reaction; Matt wasn't the type to hide what he felt, and you loved that.

You went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, letting the aroma of coffee and the crunch of bacon wake Matt up. You heard him move around the room, probably surprised that you were up before him. Shortly after, his footsteps echoed outside the room, and you felt him enter the kitchen before you even saw him.

“Why so early?” he mumbled, his voice hoarse from sleep, as he leaned against the counter.

“It’s too hot to stay in bed,” you said, turning to face him. His gaze automatically dropped to your body, stopping at your top before returning to your face.

Matt frowned slightly, as if he was trying to process what he was seeing. “Is that what you’re wearing today?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but the slight tone in his voice made it clear to you that he wasn’t as nonchalant as he appeared.

“It’s hot, don’t you think?” you replied with an innocent smile, turning back to the stove to continue cooking. You made sure to move in a way that your hips stood out, knowing that Matt couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

He didn’t answer right away, but you felt his gaze burning into your back. Eventually, he walked over and sat down on one of the chairs at the island, his attention divided between the food and your body.

Breakfast was a silent game of glances and small accidental brushes. Every time you passed by him, you made sure your fingers brushed his or your hips barely touched his arm. Matt tried to stay calm, but you could see how his hands tensed on the table and how his jaw clenched slightly.

Hours passed, and every small gesture you made seemed to increase the tension in the room. Finally, as you stood in the kitchen searching for something on the upper shelves, you decided it was time to take the next step.

“Matt, can you help me? I can’t reach this,” you called, looking over your shoulder with a playful smile.

Matt put down his phone and walked over to you. He positioned himself behind you, lifting his arm to reach the shelf. It was the perfect opportunity. You moved your hips back, making sure your ass was directly brushing his crotch.

The reaction was immediate. Matt tensed behind you, and for a moment, you thought he would try to ignore it. But then, his hands landed firmly on your hips, and he turned you slightly towards him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he murmured, his voice lower and huskier than ever.

“What do you mean? I just asked for help,” you said with an innocent smile, but your eyes betrayed your intentions.

Matt didn’t say anything else. Instead, his fingers tightened on your skin, his hands sliding down until they were almost at the base of your back. His breathing was heavy, and you could feel his body tense against yours.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he said, bringing his face closer to yours. His eyes were dark, filled with desire, and the commanding tone in his voice made you shiver.

He pushed you back against the table with measured force, leaning over your body as one firm hand ran down your back and the other slid the fabric of your underwear away, tearing it off carelessly. “You knew exactly what you were doing,” he growled against her ear, his voice husky, heavy with hunger held back for too long.

You arched ur back, gasping as she felt his fingers sink between her legs, exploring her with a brazenness that made you shiver. “Look at you, you’re already soaked,” he murmured, dragging his fingers against her core in deliberately slow strokes, as if he wanted to taste your desperation.

When he entered you with two fingers, he did so without warning, direct, deep, drawing a moan from you that echoed through the room. His movements were rhythmic, cruel, twisting his wrist with each thrust so you felt every inch of his touch. His thumb found your clit, pressing it in firm circles as his mouth moved down to nibble at the curve of your neck.

“Is this what you wanted? For me to take you like this, mercilessly?” he growled as his fingers worked faster, his body rigid against yours. You could only nod, his nails digging into the edge of the table as your legs shook.

Without waiting for your response, he turned you around, causing your breasts to crash against the cold of the table. He unbuttoned his pants with an urgency he could barely control, letting the weight of his erection press against your entrance, brushing just enough to draw a sigh from you.

“Ask for it,” he demanded, leaning down to speak directly into your ear, his fingers tangling in your hair and tugging just enough to make you lift your face.

“Please…” you whispered, barely audible.

Matt didn’t need more. He thrust into you suddenly, filling you completely in a movement that left you breathless. He didn’t stop, moving hard, setting a relentless pace as his hands gripped your waist, his nails digging into your skin.

The sound of your bodies colliding filled the air, mixing with your moans and ragged breaths. He gave no respite, leaning down to bite your shoulder as he thrust even harder, reaching every corner of your core as if he wanted to claim it for himself.

“You’re mine,” matt growled, his voice cracking with pleasure, just as you broke beneath him, trembling as your orgasm rocked you completely.

Your nails dragged across the table, searching for some anchor as Matt continued with relentless thrusts, each one deeper than the last. His pace was rough, almost desperate, but perfectly controlled, making sure that each thrust left you gasping for his name.

“This is how you like it, isn’t it? To be taken so hard that you can’t think of anything else,” he growled against your ear, biting your earlobe as his hands moved down your hips to grip his buttocks, pulling them apart tightly to sink further into you.

Each movement made him bolder. One hand moved up your back, tracing a path to your neck, where he closed his fingers firmly, still thrusting. “Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, squeezing just enough for your voice to come out breathy.

“It’s… too much… but don’t stop,” you gasped, your voice shaking as your body gave in completely to the pleasure.

He smiled, dark, satisfied, and eased his grip to lean over you, his lips brushing the edge of your ear as he moved his hips in a slower, deeper rhythm, deliberately torturing you. “I’m going to make you scream so hard that everyone knows what we’re doing here.”

The heat between them was overwhelming. Their bodies moved as if they were made to fit together, the sound of their skins slapping together amplifying the intensity of the moment. When he felt you begin to shake again, your body nearing another climax, he didn’t stop.

His movements became even more frantic, the force of his thrusts drawing gasps from you. His hand returned to your clit, rubbing it in quick, precise motions, bringing you to the edge as his own control began to crumble.

“Cum for me,” he murmured, his voice heavy with desire and authority. “I want to feel you break.”

And you did. With a heart-wrenching cry, your body arched, tightening around him as your orgasm ripped through you, leaving you shaking and breathless. The feeling of his body squeezing him pushed Matt over the edge, and with one last, hoarse moan, he let himself go, sinking into you once more as the pleasure consumed him completely.

As you both caught your breath, your bodies remained pressed together, hot, still shaking from the intensity of the moment. He didn’t pull away right away, letting you feel every rhythmic throb of his body still inside you. With slow movements, he slid his hands down to her hips, caressing her as if to calm the whirlwind you had just unleashed.

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[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐈 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, my heart racing with anticipation. Standing there in all black, hoodie pulled up to hide his face, was Chris. The soft glow of the streetlights outside illuminated just the faintest hint of a mischievous grin on his lips.

I quickly grabbed Chris's wrist, pulling him inside with a hushed whisper, “Hurry up, before we get caught!”

The sound of the door shutting behind us seemed to echo through the quiet house, as we both froze for a moment, listening for any signs of awakening from my parents. Luckily, the house remained eerily silent, and Chris's grin only widened.

My hands trembled slightly as I locked the door behind us, then gripped Chris's hand tightly. We moved silently up the stairs, my heart continuing to pound in my chest. I led him down the hallway, every creak of the floorboards feeling like a potential alarm for my parents.

When we reached my bedroom door, I paused, taking a quick look down the hall before opening the door and pulling Chris inside.

We were in my room now, the soft light from my nightstand casting long shadows on the walls. Chris pulled back his hood and looked around with a smirk, obviously satisfied with the mischief we had just pulled off. I closed the door behind us and leaned against it, not quite realizing how winded I was from the adrenaline. We both stood there for a moment, listening for any signs of movement from my parents, but the house remained silent.

I let out a shaky breath, and couldn’t help but smile at the audacity that had brought Chris to my house. “You’re insane,” I muttered, “I can’t believe you actually showed up.”

He chuckled, leaning against my desk and crossing his arms casually. “What, wouldn’t you be disappointed if I didn’t?”

I rolled my eyes, but the truth was, I was both relieved and excited to have him here. There was something about his carefree attitude and the hint of danger hanging around him that was incredibly appealing. I couldn’t explain it, but being alone with him felt like a new kind of adventure.

“You’re reckless,” I said, trying to sound exasperated but failing. “You know if my parents find out, I’m as good as dead.”

I couldn’t hold back a sigh as I walked over to my bed and flung myself backward onto the mattress. The adrenaline was starting to wear off, leaving me feeling both exhausted and relieved at the same time. The bed creaked under my weight, and I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to get my breath back.

Chris moved silently and swiftly, his body towering over mine as I lay on the bed, my eyes still closed. I felt his proximity, the heat radiating from him, and my heart quickened yet again. Then, to my surprise, he leaned close to my neck, his voice a soft whisper in my ear, “Don’t be mad at me,” he murmured, “I don’t like it when you’re mad.”

I kept my eyes shut, the words escaping my lips in a hushed tone, “I’m not mad,” I whispered, my voice betraying the slight tremor I felt at his nearness. His warm breath tickled my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.

I continued, my voice steadying a little, “I’m just telling you, if my parents find out you’re here, we’re dead.”

Chris chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate, “Relax,” he whispered, “They’re not going to find out.”

Chris continued, his breath against my neck, sending another shiver down my spine, “We’ll be sneaky,” he promised, “They won’t have a clue I’m here.”

His words sent a new wave of both excitement and trepidation through me. I knew it was risky, but the thrill of having him here, the promise of secrecy and the proximity of his body over mine, was making it hard to care.

Slowly, gently, Chris let his lips find my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I felt a soft gasp escape my lips as he started to trail light kisses down the side of my neck, his lips moving slowly and deliberately. His body leaned even closer, the weight of his torso pressing me involuntarily into the mattress.

His kisses, though soft, felt electric. Each press of his lips sent a jolt of heat coursing through me, and I found myself involuntarily tipping my head back to give him more access. I could feel his hands on either side of me, gripping the mattress, as if anchoring himself.

Without thinking, my fingers found their way into his hair, carding through the soft strands as I pulled him closer. I arched my back slightly, baring my neck to him, silently begging for more. The combination of his mouth on my skin and the feel of his hair between my fingers was intoxicating.

Chris pulled away from my neck just long enough to whisper against my ear, “I just need you to keep it down,” he murmured, his words sending another shiver through me, “Can you do that for me?”

His voice was soft, but there was an undertone of command beneath it, and my breath hitched at the implications.

I nodded, my hands still tangled in his hair, my body still taut against his, and he returned to my neck, his mouth finding that spot just below my ear that made me weak. A small gasp escaped my lips, and I remembered his warning, biting my lip to hold back a moan.

His mouth teased the sensitive skin of my neck, his teeth gently scraping over my pulse point. My fingers instinctively tightened in his hair, trying to hold on to some sense of control, but it was quickly slipping away. I could feel the heat of his body pressed against mine, the weight of him delicious and torturous all at once.

I managed to regain some level of control, and with a ragged breath, I tugged gently on his hair, managing to whisper, “No marks, Chris,” my voice shaky.

He hummed against my neck, the vibration sending a wave of heat through me, but he pulled away just enough to murmur, “Where's the fun in that?”

I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was teasing, but I couldn’t help the blush that spread over my cheeks at his words. I tried to sound firm, but there was a hint of pleading in my voice, “I mean it, no marks.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and throaty. “Alright, no marks,” he agreed, but his mouth didn’t leave my skin, instead trailing down to the base of my collarbone.

I could feel the heat of his lips on my collarbone, soft and tantalizing, but his tongue flicked out, tasting my skin, and I let out a soft gasp. His hands slid down to my hips, holding me in place, as his mouth moved lower, making my breathing erratic.

His touch was a mix of light and firm, the pads of his fingers tracing patterns on my stomach as he continued to kiss my neck. The feel of his hands on my bare skin was making it increasingly difficult to hold back the small, needy sounds I was desperately trying to suppress.

Chris's hand continued it's journey under my shirt, and as his fingers glided over the smooth, bare expanse of my chest, he froze for a moment, his breath warm against my skin.

“No bra?” he murmured, his voice a low, mischievous whisper against my neck as he smirked. I felt my cheeks flush, and I tried to find the words to respond, but all I could manage was a small squirm as his hand lingered on my chest.

Chris's fingers found my nipple, circling the sensitive bud teasingly. I gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot through me, my back arching slightly off the bed. His lips curved into a satisfied smirk against my neck as he heard my breathy moan.

Chris's mouth claimed mine in a searing kiss, swallowing my moan as his fingers continued their torturous teasing. I kissed him back fervently, my tongue tangling with his as I tried to muffle any further sounds of my pleasure.

Chris's thumb rubbed gentle circles around my nipple while his index and middle fingers pinched and rolled the other one, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I struggled to stay quiet, my lips locked against his in a desperate attempt to silence my moans

Chris's touch became more insistent, his hands exploring my body with confidence. He trailed kisses along my jaw and down my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his back as I writhed beneath him. “Shh, baby,”

Chris paused in his ministrations and reached down to the hem of my shirt, his fingers tracing the edge teasingly. “Lift your arms,” he whispered against my ear, his voice husky.

I complied eagerly, my breath hitching as he slowly pulled the shirt up and over my head, leaving me bare beneath him. His eyes flicked down to admire my breasts, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “God, you're beautiful,” he murmured.

Chris leaned down and captured my mouth in a passionate kiss before trailing his lips along my collarbone. He paused briefly between my breasts, his hands caressing the soft mounds before he leaned down and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my skin.

Chris's kisses grew harder, his teeth nipping at my skin as he marked his territory. He left red, passion-filled love bites along my collarbone, between my breasts, and even on the soft flesh of my stomach. I gasped and squirmed beneath him, the slight pain only intensifying the pleasure.

“Oops,” Chris murmured, pulling back to admire his handiwork. I pouted up at him, “I told you no marks, Chris.” I chided, trying to keep my voice down.

Chris leaned in close, his breath fanning across my face as he smirked. “Yeah, but you can just cover them up with a shirt,” he murmured, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Besides, you should be grateful I restrained myself from marking your neck too.”

I shook my head at him, but my expression softened when he leaned into my neck, his warm breath tickling my skin. ���I'm sorry, baby,” he murmured, his hands slowly sliding down into my pajama pants. “Will you forgive me?”

His fingers found their way into my underwater, gently parting my thighs as they slipped between them. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, my hips bucking against his touch as he slowly caressed me. “Forgive me?”

Chris's fingers teased along my slit, feeling how wet I already was for him. He circled my clit slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me shudder. “Please, baby,” he murmured against my neck, his voice a low rumble.

I nodded my head, forgiving him as he continued to touch me. His fingers dipped inside me, curling and stroking that sensitive spot within me that made my whole body tremble. Chris groaned against my neck, his own need evident in the way his breath hitched and his fingers moved faster.

“Oh, God, Chris,” I whimpered, my hands clutching at his back as he drove me closer to the edge. His fingers pistoned in and out of me, his thumb grinding against my swollen bud. He nuzzled into my neck, his breath hot and ragged.

“Cum for me, baby,” he growled, his voice low and demanding. His fingers pumped faster, his touch unrelenting, and I shattered around him, my body convulsing with waves of pleasure. He muffled my cries with his mouth, kissing me deeply as I rode out the high.

As the aftershocks subsided, Chris slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. He hummed at my taste, his eyes dark with lust. “Delicious,” he murmured. His hands slid up to cup my face, his thumbs brushing over my flushed cheeks.

Chris reached for the hem of my pajama pants, his eyes locked onto mine. “Lift up,” he ordered softly. I obeyed, lifting my hips so he could peel off my pants and underwear in one fluid motion. He tossed them aside, his hands returning to my thighs and spreading them wide.

Chris knelt down in front of me, his broad shoulders spreading my thighs even wider. He leaned in close, his warm breath fanning over my sensitive flesh. He began to clean me up with his mouth, his tongue gentle yet thorough as it lapped at my folds.

My hand quickly found its way into Chris's hair, gripping the strands as his talented mouth worked me over. He groaned against my core, the vibrations adding to the intense sensations. His tongue delved deeper, thrusting inside me as he savored my essence. I rolled my hips, grinding against his face.

Chris's arms wrapped around my thighs, securing me in place as he devoured me. His fingers joined his mouth, sliding inside as his tongue swirled around my swollen nub. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as my hands fisted his hair tightly. “Chris, please...”

Chris growled against my flesh, the vibrations pushing me closer to the edge. He added a third finger, stretching me wide as he pumped them in and out, his mouth sucking on my peak. “Cum on my face, baby,” he demanded, his voice muffled yet clear.

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud cry, I came hard on his face, my whole body shaking as I soaked his chin and lips with my release. Chris drank it all in, his fingers still pumping inside me as he sucked and licked, milking every last drop from my trembling body.

Chris crawled back up my body, hovering over me as he leaned down capture my lips in a deep, sensual kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue as it dominated my mouth, claiming me thoroughly. His hard length pressed against my thigh, hot and insistent.

Breaking the kiss, I reached for the hem of his black hoodie, eager to undress him. My fingers brushed against his chiseled abs, tracing the defined ridges as I pushed the hoodie up his torso. He helped me remove it, tossing it aside before returning to brace himself above me.

He brought me into another deep kiss, his body lowering to press against mine. His bare chest crushed against my breasts, the friction making my nipples harden into tight peaks. His hands roamed down my sides, tracing my curves before slipping between our bodies to palm my backside and grind himself against me.

As we kissed, Chris brought one hand to my jawline, cradling my face gently. His thumb caressed my cheek as his tongue delved deep, tangling with mine. His other hand continued to squeeze and knead my backside, lifting me to meet each delicious grind of his hips.

I rolled us over, reversing our positions so I was now on top. Chris looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire as I straddled his hips. I broke the kiss to sit back and admire him, running my hands over his chest and abs in awe before reaching for his belt.

Chris reached for my lips, wanting another kiss, but I pushed him down onto the bed instead. He groaned as his back hit the mattress, his eyes following my hands as I unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled down the zipper. I looked up at him through my lashes, biting my lip.

I teased him through his boxers, palming him gently as he watched me with hooded eyes. His hips lifted off the bed, seeking more of my touch. I leaned down, my breath hot as I hovered over him. “Please, Y/N...” he groaned, his hands fisting the sheets.

I smirked mischievously, enjoying the control I had over him. I ran my fingers along his hard length through the thin fabric, feeling him jerk against my touch. I slowly traced the outline, tormenting him until he let out a frustrated growl.

“You're killing me...” he hissed, his knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets so tightly. I leaned down further, my breath hot on his flesh as I continued to taunt him through the cotton. I could see his stomach clench and unclench with each passing second. “Y/N...”

I leaned down to his neck, my breath hot against his skin as I whispered, “Not yet...” My hands continued their slow torture, grazing his hardened length through the fabric of his boxers. He let out a shaky breath, his voice hoarse as he begged, “Please... I need more...”

I slid my hand into his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his scorching hot skin. His hips bucked up, pressing against my palm. As I slowly pumped my hand, I leaned down and began to mark his collarbone and chest with gentle love bites.

I met at his neck, my hot breath washing over his skin as I continued to work my hand over him. “You're so hard for me...” I whispered against his ear, my voice sultry. He let out a low moan, his head tilting to the side to grant me better access.

My hand tightened around him as I moaned into his ear, “Chris...” His hips thrust up into my grasp, his breathing becoming more ragged. “Say it again... please,” he begged, his voice laced with desperation. I obliged, my voice husky as I whispered, “Chris...”

“You feel so good in my hand...” I murmured against his neck, my fingers wrapping tighter around his hard length as I slowly pumped. “And you taste so good...” I groaned, my teeth gently scraping his skin as I marked him.

“I want you to bend me over this bed and fuck me until I can't walk...” I whispered, my breath hot against his neck. “I want you to tie my hands behind my back and spank me until my ass is red and sore...” I continued, my words dripping with desire.

“I want you to make me scream so loud you'll have to shut me up with your hand over my mouth,” I added, my voice barely above a whisper. Chris let out a strangled groan, his body tensing up as he struggled to hold back his climax.

I hovered over his face, my eyes locked onto his intense, yearning gaze. The raw emotion etched on his face sent a surge of power through me. I leaned down, pressing my lips to his in a searing, passionate kiss. His hands shot up to grasp my hips, pulling me even closer.

As I pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connected our lips before breaking. I slowly moved down his body, my hands trailing over his chest and stomach. I knelt in front of him, my knees hitting the wooden floor with a soft thud.

I reached for his boxers, slowly pulling them down his legs. He lifted his hips to help me, his eyes never leaving mine. Once they were off, I tossed them aside and gazed up at him, my mouth watering at the sight of his throbbing erection.

Chris propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes fixed intently on me as I knelt before him. His gaze was heated, his breathing ragged as he watched me. I reached out, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze.

I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. Chris let out a loud groan, his head falling back against the pillow as he struggled to maintain his balance on his elbows.

I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently as I began to bob my head up and down. Chris's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my mouth further down his length. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting as I took him deeper, my nose pressing against his pelvis.

“Y/N...” he gasped, his voice strained. His hips bucked, his hands tugging at my hair. I could feel him growing harder, his breaths coming in short pants. I knew he was close, so I doubled my efforts, sucking and bobbing my head faster. “Stop... please...”

Chris was a whimpering, crying mess as he struggled to hold back his climax. His hands were fisted in my hair, his body shaking with the effort of keeping still. Tears streamed down his face, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought against his impending orgasm.

“Y/N... please... it's too much...” Chris whimpered, his voice barely a whisper. His body shook, his hips bucking forward uncontrollably. “I'm gonna... I can't... please, baby, please...”

His moans filled the room, interspersed with whimpers and pleas for release. His body was taut, his muscles tensed as he neared his breaking point. “Oh god... oh god... oh god...” he chanted, his voice rising in pitch.

With a final, choked moan, Chris came undone. His hips surged forward, burying his cock deep in my throat as he erupted. “Ma! Fuck, Y/N!” he cried out, his voice raw with emotion. His body convulsed, spilling his release down my throat.

I continued to suck and swallow, drawing out his release as he whimpered and moaned above me. His body trembled, his hands still fisted in my hair. As the last shudder wracked his body, he let out a soft whine.

Chris propped himself up on his elbows once more, watching as I continued to clean him with my mouth. He let out a soft moan, his body still quivering from the aftershocks of his release. I could see the raw, sated look in his eyes, his cheeks still wet with tears.

I got up and slowly straddled his lap, my arms wrapping around his neck. I grinded my hips against his, the mess we'd made making lewd, squelching sounds. Chris's eyes fluttered closed, his hands gripping my hips as he let out a low, contented hum.

“Mmm... Y/N...” Chris mumbled. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply as I continued to grind on him. I could feel him starting to harden again beneath me, his cock slick with our combined fluids.

My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as I continued to move against him. Chris's grip on my hips tightened, his face buried in the crook of my neck. He let out a soft, needy whimper, his hips rising to meet mine. “Y/N... more... please...”

I paused, my fingers still tangled in his hair. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his hardened length, lining it up with my entrance. I slowly sank down onto him, my eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. Chris's grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh.

I threw my head back, a low moan escaping my lips as I fully sheathed myself on him. Chris's face was flushed, his eyes locked onto my face as he bit his bottom lip. “Baby... please... move... please...” he whimpered.

I started to slowly rise and fall on him, my hands braced on his shoulders. Chris's fingers tightened on my hips, his own hips rising to meet mine as I increased my pace. The wet, sucking sounds of our joined bodies filled the room, punctuated by our moans and whimpers.

Chris's forehead fell forward onto my chest, his breath hot on my skin. “Oh god, Baby... yes... just like that...” He mumbled. His hands roamed over my body, caressing and squeezing as I rode him.

I reached down and gripped his face, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Chris's arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tight against him as I kissed him. Our mouths moved together in perfect sync, our tongues dancing as I continued to ride him.

We broke apart, both of us gasping for breath. A string of saliva connected our mouths, stretching and snapping as I threw my head back and continued to ride him.

Chris's lips found my neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin. His teeth grazed my pulse point, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I could feel my climax approaching rapidly, my inner walls starting to flutter around him. “Chris...”

“...So close...” I panted, my voice barely a whisper. Chris's arms tightened around me, his hands gripping my bottom tightly. His hips thrust upwards, meeting my own downward motions, the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh filling the room.

I opened my mouth to moan, but Chris quickly covered it with his hand. My eyes rolled back as my orgasm crashed over me, my body convulsing with pleasure. I clenched tightly around Chris, feeling him throb and pulse inside me as he found his own release.

“Ass over the bed…now.” Chris panted, gently lifting me off him. I whimpered at the loss of him, quickly complying and bending over the edge of the bed. Chris ran a hand down my back soothingly, tracing over the curve of my behind.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, giving my ass a gentle pat. He lined his still-hard length back up with my entrance, slowly pushing inside me once more. I let out a soft mewl, my face pressed against the comforter as he began to move inside me again.

Chris leaned over me, his chest pressed against my back. He reached around and covered my mouth with his hand once more. “Shhh... stay quiet for me,” he whispered huskily in my ear. He started to move inside me again, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm.

I bit down on his palm to muffle my moans as he increased his pace. The new angle allowed him to delve even deeper inside me, his hips slapping against my bottom with each thrust. Tears pricked at my eyes from the effort of staying silent, my hands gripping the bedsheets tightly.

Chris's free hand snaked around my waist, his fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. He started to strum it gently, his pace inside me never ceasing. I let out a muffled wail against his palm, my body tensing as another wave of pleasure crashed over me.

Just as Chris was about to reach his climax, he quickly pulled out of me and turned me over, laying me back on the bed. He hovered over me, his eyes locked onto mine as he lined himself back up with my entrance. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice strained with desire.

Chris held himself at my entrance, teasing me with the tip of his hardness. He rubbed it against my sensitive folds, coating himself in my wetness. I whimpered and reached up to grab his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as I tried to pull him inside.

“Chris... please...” I begged, my voice low and desperate. A small smirk played on Chris's lips as he continued to tease me. He leaned down, capturing my mouth with his own. His tongue delved deep, mimicking the movements he longed to make with the rest of his body.

Chris pulled back from the kiss, his gaze never leaving mine. He rubbed the tip of his cock against my entrance, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp. He did this over and over, the head of his dick teasing my opening, but not entering.

I opened my mouth to beg once more, but Chris chose that moment to thrust into me. He entered me hard and deep, his hips meeting mine with a sharp slap. I let out a loud, passion-filled moan, only for Chris to quickly cover my mouth with his hand.

“Not so loud,” Chris whispered against my ear, his hips continuing to move against mine in a steady rhythm. “We wouldn't want anyone to hear us, now would we?”

I whimpered against his palm, my arms wrapping around his neck as he continued to move inside me. The pressure of his hand over my mouth only heightened my arousal, and I could feel myself growing wetter around him with each thrust.

Chris's face nuzzled into the crook of my neck, his teeth gently scraping against my skin. He trailed kisses up to my jaw, then down to my collarbone. He cupped my breasts, massaging the soft mounds before lowering his head to suck one peak into his mouth.

Chris lifted his head, his hand still covering my mouth as he looked down at me. His hips never slowed, continuing to pound into me with hard, deep thrusts. Our eyes locked, the only sound the slap of his hips against my thighs and his hand muffling my cries.

Chris leaned down, pressing his free hand onto my stomach and pinning me down. His pace quickened, each thrust driving into me with force. I let out a louder moan, only for Chris to press down harder on my stomach.

“I can feel how deep I am inside you,” Chris growled, his voice low and commanding. “Can you feel that, ma? Can you feel every inch of me stretching you open?” His hand on my stomach pressed down even harder, keeping me pinned beneath him as he continued to thrust into me.

“You're so tight around me,” Chris panted, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. “Squeezing me like you never want to let go. I bet you're loving this, aren't you? Being filled up so deep, used for my pleasure.”

I whimpered beneath him, his words stirring something primal within me. Chris's eyes bored into mine, his jaw clenched as he tried to reign in his control. “I could live inside you,” he rasped, his pace slowing to long, deep strokes. “Stay buried within your heat forever.”

Chris's words sent a shiver through me, his slow, deep thrusts driving me closer to the edge. I could feel my walls clenching around him, trying to keep him trapped inside me forever. “Please,” I begged, my voice muffled by his hand still covering my mouth.

“Let me hear you,” Chris demanded, uncovering my mouth. His thrusts became shallower, the head of his manhood bumping against that sweet spot inside me. “Let me hear how much you love it, ma. Beg me for it.”

“Please, Chris!” I cried out, my head thrown back against the pillow. “Oh god, right there! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” My fingers clawed at his forearm, still pinned against my stomach. He leaned down, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper as he kissed me. My arms wound around his back, my nails digging into his skin as he continued to hit that perfect spot. “More,” I panted, breaking the kiss. “I need more, Chris. Harder, please.”

Chris growled against my neck, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. The new angle allowed him to drive into me even deeper, his pelvis grinding against my sensitive clit with each thrust. I cried out, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on his sweat-slicked back.

“That's it, take it all,” Chris groaned, pounding into me relentlessly. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with my wanton moans. He captured my lips in another bruising kiss, silencing my cries as he fucked me into the mattress.

“You're so good at taking me,” Chris praised, his voice thick with desire. “Like you were made just for me, baby. So warm, so tight... You take it so well.”

I let out a keening moan, his words pushing me closer to the edge. Chris's hips moved in a blur, his pace almost brutal. “Look at you,” he rasped, his voice ragged. “Taking me like such a good girl. Let me see you fall apart, ma.”

My back arched off the bed, my fingers digging into Chris's back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Stars burst behind my eyelids, my vision going white as I was consumed by pure, unadulterated bliss. “Chris!” I screamed, my voice hoarse from overuse.

Chris quickly covered my mouth once more, muffling my cries as his release overtook him. His hips stuttered, driving into me once, twice, three more times before he still. “Y/N,” he groaned, his body tensing as he spilled himself into me.

He held himself still, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he caught his breath. After a moment, he slowly pulled out of me, his softening member slipping free with a wet pop. I let out a soft whimper at the emptiness, my inner walls clenching around nothing.

Chris collapsed beside me, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me flush against his body. I snuggled close, wrapping my arms around his chest and resting my head on his shoulder. “Stay with me,” I murmured softly, my voice sleepy.

Chris's chest rumbled with a soft laugh against my head. “I can't, ma,” he said, his voice gentle. “Your parents will see me here and there will be hell to pay.” I sighed, already knowing this, but not wanting to let him go just yet.

“Please,” I whined, tightening my arms around him. “I'll sneak you out early, an hour before my parents wake up. No one will know you were even here.”

Chris let out a soft groan, his fingers playing with my hair. “Alright, alright,” he conceded, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “But only because I can't bear the thought of leaving you right now.” He tightened his hold on me, his arms wrapping around me possessively.

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The soft press of lips against my neck stirred me awake. I stirred sleepily, my eyes fluttering open to find Chris leaning over me, his face softened by the early morning light. He was already dressed in his clothes from the night before, his hair slightly disheveled. “Morning, sleepy head,”

“What time is it?” I tried to find my phone. “Just a little past 6,” Chris murmured, glancing at his watch. “We need to get me out of here before your parents wake up.” He leaned down, capturing my lips in a soft, lingering kiss. I sighed into it, savoring the taste of him.

“Mmm,” I murmured, not wanting him to leave just yet. I was still half asleep, and his warmth and presence were so comforting. Chris chuckled, his lips trailing kisses along my jaw. “Come on, ma, we have to go,”

I pouted, finally untangling myself from Chris's embrace and climbing out of bed. I looked down at myself, surprised to find that I was fully clothed. “You dressed me?” I asked softly, glancing back at Chris with a blush.

Chris nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Figured it'd be best if you weren't walking around naked,” he said, his voice low. I blushed deeper, slipping my feet into my slippers and cracking open my bedroom door to peer out into the hallway. The coast was clear.

We crept down the stairs quietly, the house slowly brightening up with the rising sun. Chris's hand was warm and comforting in mine, his thumb gently stroking my skin. We reached the bottom of the stairs without incident, and I led him towards the front door.

As we reached the door, I paused, looking back at Chris with a soft smile. “Thank you for last night,” I whispered, my heart swelling with emotion. Chris's eyes softened, and he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “Always,”

I leaned in for a longer kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and savoring the moment. Chris melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around my waist to hold me close. After a long moment, he reluctantly pulled back, his eyes searching mine. “I'll see you soon, ma,”

“Mmm...” I murmured, not wanting him to leave just yet. Chris chuckled softly, pressing a quick peck to my lips before trailing kisses along my jawline. “I have to go, ma. Before I get caught with you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

I sighed, reluctantly letting my arms fall from around his neck. “Okay. Be safe,” I said softly, my eyes already missing his presence. “I will” He leaned in and pecked my lips once more. He pulled away and gave me one last smoldering look before slipping out the front door and disappearing into the early morning light.

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⋆˙⟡ tough love, chris sturniolo

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis. in which you and chris struggle to confront your growing distance and fear of losing each other.

warnings. arguments, fear, insecurity, mention of emotional exhaustion, walking out, angst.

word count. 447 words.

authors note. just something quick to put out <3

you leaned against the cold kitchen counter, the ticking of the clock on your apartment wall cutting through the silence like shards of glass. the air was heavy, suffocating, filled with unsaid words and lingering tension. chris was seated at the small dining table, his hands wrapped around a pepsi can that had gone lukewarm.

the kitchen used to be your safe space. you’d laugh here, stealing bites of each others food and chasing each other around the cramped space while laughing your asses off. now, the distance between you felt unbearable.

“i don’t know how to fix this,” you finally said, your voice trembling but steady enough to reveal your exhaustion. your arms crossed over your chest, not as a sign of defiance but as a way to protect yourself from falling apart.

chris didn’t look up right away. his gaze stayed fixed on the blue can in front of him, fizzing noises coming out of the can. when he finally met your eyes, they were clouded, conflicted. “i don’t think you even want to,” he said, his voice low and hoarse, carrying the weight of nights spent arguing and mornings filled with silence.

“that’s not fair,” you shot back, your heart clenching. “i’ve been trying. god, chris, i’ve been trying so hard—“

“then why does it feel like i’m the only one fighting?” chris interrupted, his words sharp enough to cut through your defences. he pushed the chair back with a groan, standing up and pacing the small space as if moving would ease the chaos in his mind.

you stepped closer, your fingers twitching as if you wanted to reach for him but you didn’t dare. “i’m here, aren’t i? i’m still here.”

chris stopped pacing and turned to face you, his jaw set tight. “being here physically isn’t enough, y/n. you’re not really here anymore”

his words hit you like a punch to the gut. you blinked, your throat tightening. “you think i don’t feel the same about you? that i don’t miss what we had?”

“then why won’t you let me in?” he demanded, his voice rising. “every time i try to talk to you, you just shut me out. you just—“

“i don’t shut you out!” you yelled, the crack in your voice betraying you. “i don’t shut you out, chris. im just—“ you stopped, struggling to find the words, your breathing uneven. “i’m just scared, okay? scared of how far we’ve drifted from each other.”

chris’ expression softened, but only slightly. he stepped closer, his voice quieter now. “we’re already falling apart, y/n. we can’t keep pretending like we’re not. but if you’re too scared to even try, then…maybe there really isn’t anything left.”

your lips parted to respond, but nothing came out. the silence that followed was deafening, and in they moment, the distance between you felt insurmountable.

chris’ shoulders slumped, and he ran a hand through his hair. “i need to go clear my head,” he muttered, grabbing his car keys from the table.

“chris…” you started, but he shook his head.

“i’ll be back,” he said softly, though his voice lacked conviction. and with that, he walked out the door, leaving you alone with the echoes of what was slipping away.

[lumiambrose]

kaiser x reader, watching his practice

kaiser knows he’s being watched, he always does, especially when it’s your eyes on him. bm was having one of their open practice sessions today where members of the public could watch the upcoming stars and their raw potential. of course, the training grounds tonight were filled to the brim. you being the amazing partner you are, decided to drop by with some of your friends, all fully enjoying the show being put on.

he feels your eyes on him as he dances across the field almost too easily. each step, each turn, calculated, a display of his sheer talent and confidence. and he knows damn well he looks good doing it.

you sit on the sidelines with your friends, trying to focus on your current debate over the very important topic of who's hotter, chris prince or noel noa, but to no avail you were constantly distracted by his presence. honestly, it’s hard not to watch him, especially when he keeps glancing your way, a smirk tugging at his lips every time he catches your eye.

“show-off,” you mutter under your breath, your friends giggling in response, knowing you damn well love it. i mean, you can’t really deny the flutter in your chest whenever he looks your way.

kaiser, displeased with your reaction, decides to take it up a notch. he calls for the ball, dribbling it effortlessly between his feet before using his kaiser impact to score into the top corner of the net. the crowd is applauding and going wild, but kaiser only has eyes for you, raising an eyebrow as if to say, “did you see that?”

you roll your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you.

“come on, kaiser! stop flirting and get back to practice!” one of his teammates calls out, laughter in his voice.

kaiser just shrugs, jogging back to his position, but not before blowing you a sly kiss. you feel your face heat up, quickly burying into the shoulder of your friend to hide your blush.

practice continues, but kaiser’s attention is split between the drills and you. he loves showing off, especially when you’re watching. kaiser wants your entire being to be consumed by him. he wants your eyes on him and him alone. whenever he catches your watching him, a fire is lit up inside of him, making him play even better.

as the session comes to an end, kaiser slowly makes his way over to you and your little group, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his jersey, flashing his abs, doing absolute wonders on you and his audience.

“enjoy the show?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice.

you look up, finally facing him with a smirk. “maybe a little. you weren’t too bad out there.”

he laughs, running a hand through his damp hair. “only ‘not too bad’? i’ll have to try harder next time, schatz.”

you shake your head, standing up and stretching. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

he steps closer, his eyes glinting mischievously. “only because you make me want to be.”

before you can respond, he pulls you into a deep kiss, full of desire. it’s enough to leave you breathless, and as he pulls away, you can see the satisfaction in his eyes.

“come on,” he says, grabbing your hand. “let’s get out of here.”

you quickly apologise to your friends as you scurry off. hand in hand, you can’t help but feel a sense of pride when it comes to kaiser. his antics are nothing new, never ceasing to give you a headache, but you can’t help but feel the utmost happiness for him. and god are you proud to be his.

god i hate writing the endings of fics.

anyways "schatz" -> darling (literally translated: treasure)

[ivyues]

Scars of the Past: Stray Kids' reactions to finding out their S/O was cheated on in the past

Bang Chan

While watching a drama together, the plot unfolds about a cheating scandal. Casually, you comment, "Ugh, I know how that feels." Chris looks over, concern immediately filling his eyes.

You smile bitterly, huffing out a small breath. "I haven’t told you I was cheated on, did I?" Chris’ face freezes for a moment before his expression softens with empathy.

"What do you mean?" he asks, his voice gentle, a hint of worry in his tone. When you explain, his jaw tightens, and he pulls you closer.

"I’m so sorry you went through that. You never have to doubt us, okay? I’ll make sure you never feel that way again." For the rest of the evening, he keeps you close, reassuring you with soft kisses and sweet words.

Lee Know

During a round of "Never Have I Ever" with friends, the topic of infidelity comes up. You casually admit you’ve been cheated on before. Lee Know stiffens but says nothing in front of the whole group.

Later, when you’re alone in the car, he locks eyes with you, his expression suddenly serious.

"I can’t change what happened to you, but I can promise I’ll never hurt you like that. You're too precious to me."

He gently takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, holding them tightly. It's a simple yet meaningful gesture, an unspoken promise that this moment is different.

Changbin

In the middle of a conversation about insecurities, you mention that your last partner cheated on you, and it’s the reason you sometimes struggle with trust. "They did what?" His voice rises slightly, but he catches himself, softening as he sees your discomfort.

He pulls you into a tight hug without hesitation, but there's a flicker of discomfort in the gesture, as if he's unsure whether it's the right move. He pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes.

"I'm so sorry. No one deserves that, least of all you," he says, his voice full of sincerity.

After a moment of silence, he hesitates before asking, "Do you... do you still talk to this person?" His tone is careful, as if he’s afraid of the answer but knows he needs to ask.

Hyunjin

Watching a romance movie together, the protagonist discovers her partner cheating. You murmur, "Yeah, that’s all way too familiar." Hyunjin immediately pauses the movie, turning to you.

"You were cheated on?" he asks, his eyes big and full of sadness. His tone carries a mixture of shock and indignation, as if the idea is almost impossible for him to grasp.

When you nod, he pulls you into a tight hug. "I can’t believe someone could betray you like that. I hope you know you’re worth so much more. I’ll remind you every day if I have to."

Han

During a late-night chat, you mention offhandedly, "Yeah, my ex cheated on me once."

Han freezes, his eyes widening in disbelief. "You? You got cheated on?" he blurts, his tone incredulous. "How is that possible? You're amazing."

You couldn’t help but huff out an unexpected laugh by the seriousness in his voice. He shakes his head, a mix of frustration and sadness on his face. "They were an idiot," he declares, taking your hand. "I’ll never understand how anyone could treat you like that – but I’ll make sure you never feel that way again."

His smile returns, softer this time, as he presses a kiss to your knuckles. "Promise."

Felix

During a cozy night in, a TV show triggers a memory, and you casually mention, "Yeah, my ex did that to me too." Felix freezes mid-bite of his snack, his eyes wide with shock.

"They what?" His voice is a mix of disbelief and sorrow. When you avoid his gaze, focusing on the TV instead, he leans forward slightly, trying to catch your eyes. “Hey,” he says softly, his tone coaxing but serious. When you finally meet his gaze, his expression is earnest, his eyes searching yours.

He takes your hands in his, his thumb tracing soothing circles. "You deserve so much better. If you ever feel unsure or insecure, just tell me, okay? I want to be the one to heal that part of you."

Seungmin

When Seungmin casually mentions a friend he’s been talking to, you freeze, suddenly feeling uneasy. He notices the shift in your mood. "Is something wrong?" he asks, his voice soft but concerned.

You hesitate, then admit, "I know you're not like them, but… I’ve been cheated on before, and it’s hard to trust anyone after that."

Seungmin’s eyes widen in surprise. "I had no idea," he says quietly.

You look down, your voice shaky. "I want to trust you, Seungmin. But the damage is done. I don’t know how to stop feeling this way."

He gently takes your hand across the table, his touch warm. "I’m so sorry you went through that. I want you to know I’m not like them. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust."

I.N

As a song about cheating plays on the radio, you murmur, "This song really hit hard when I found out about my ex."

I.N’s face shifts from surprise to quiet concern. "Wait, you went through what?" he asks softly, his usual bright demeanor replaced with a rare seriousness.

You nod, explaining briefly about your cheating ex, and he listens intently. "That’s awful. You deserve so much better than what they gave you."

When the song ends, he flashes you a small, reassuring smile. "Let’s make some new memories with better songs, okay? You’re safe with me." 

masterlist

[moonlightdreamzz]

late nights — bang chan, hyunjin, wooyoung, and niki. ♡

it feels so good to be seen and loved, especially after an exhausting day.

bang chan

truthfully, you don’t even know how you made it here in one piece—here, being chris’ studio. utterly exhausted doesn’t even begin to cover it, but the day is finally over, and you’re holding onto that small grace. not like you have much of a choice, right?

your eyes flutter shut for just a second as you lean against the door, the light thud startling you back to the moment. you laugh quietly at yourself, embarrassed by how ready your body was to believe this was the end of the day, before finally pushing the door open.

you and chris share the same curse: you work too hard, and far too much. so, it doesn’t surprise you to see him exactly as you left him this morning—headphones on, hunched over his computer, eyes flickering across the screen. even from the doorway, you can hear the bass pumping loud enough to feel it in your chest.

you weren’t planning on saying anything. the couch beside his desk had your name written all over it, and all you wanted was to curl up and let sleep take over until he was ready to leave. but somehow, you find enough strength to call out to him.

“baby.”

it’s almost immediate, the way his head snaps toward you, his eyes softening as soon as they land on yours. it’s like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. his headphones are off in seconds, tossed carelessly onto the desk. that alone tells you everything—he must think you look even worse than you feel.

he doesn’t say anything, just opens his arms wide, inviting you in. and how could you ever say no to him? you drag your feet across the room, collapsing into his lap without a second thought. his arms wrap around you tightly, and for the first time all day, you feel like you can finally exhale.

“you had a long day, didn’t you?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear before pressing a soft kiss there.

all you can do is nod, burying yourself deeper into his neck. he smells just like he did this morning, warm and familiar, and it makes your chest ache in the best way. neither of you moves for what feels like forever, but it’s the kind of forever you could get used to. his touch says everything words can’t—how much he missed you, how much he hates seeing you this tired, how much he loves you.

you want to tell him you should go home, that you need a proper bed, but you can’t. you know how important his work is, and you’d never forgive yourself for making him feel guilty about staying.

but then his voice breaks the silence, low and soft. “i think i’m done for the night.”

your head snaps up, searching his face for any sign he’s joking. “no, baby. i’m fine. keep working,” you say quickly, even as your body betrays you and leans back into his chest. the guilt creeps up before you can stop it.

his thumb brushes your cheek, and his eyes lock on yours with so much tenderness it nearly knocks the wind out of you. “the only thing i want to do is go home, run you a bath, and hold you while you fall asleep. this can wait until tomorrow. you’re the most important thing to me, and i need you to know that.”

he kisses you softly, and when he pulls back, there’s a smile tugging at his lips. “besides,” he adds with a wink, “if i don’t take care of you, who’s going to remind me to take care of myself?”

hyunjin

you and your man were both terribly sleepy babies. no matter how hard you tried to stay awake for each other on late nights, one of you always gave in first. it was a routine by now: a simple “i love you” text signaling surrender to the pull of a memory foam mattress or an irresistibly soft couch. there was never any guilt, just understanding.

but this month? this month has been unrelenting. you’ve been in full girl boss mode, pushing through deadlines and back-to-back meetings, while hyunjin has been caught up in the chaos of a comeback. you can’t even remember the last time you sat down together for dinner, watched a show, or just existed in the same moment. you miss it. you miss him.

when his schedule was calmer, hyunjin stayed with you as much as he could. but now, the dorm has him locked down. as you punch in your door code, you sigh, already feeling the emptiness of your apartment. you wish he were here—even if it meant finding him passed out on the couch, mouth slightly open, barely coherent as you whispered him awake and tugged him to bed

tonight, though, there’s no detour. no lingering in the kitchen or collapsing on the couch. you head straight to your room, already peeling off your jacket as you close the door behind you. exhaustion weighs heavy on you, but something feels… off.

your heart stutters. someone’s here.

you freeze. open your eyes, idiot, you scold yourself. slowly, you do, and your breath catches in your throat

there, glowing like a dream, stands hyunjin. a bouquet of roses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, his smile stretching so wide his eyes crinkle shut. he’s radiant, like he stepped out of your imagination, but he’s real.

“baby,” you whisper, your voice trembling with disbelief. “what… how are you here? i thought—”

you don’t get the words out, too stunned to string them together. he steps closer, slow and steady, placing the roses and wine into your hands before cupping your face and kissing you, soft and sure. his lips feel like coming home

“i missed you,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm against your ear. “it’s been hell not being able to see you, touch you, hold you. i’ve been trying so hard to wait, but when i called you this morning and heard how tired you sounded… i had to be here. i couldn’t let you come home to an empty apartment tonight.

you melt into his arms, burying your face in his chest as his words sink in. “i knew it,” you say suddenly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, a teasing smirk spreading across your face. “you really can’t stay away from me. i’m irresistible, huh?”

he bursts out laughing, the sound warm and rich, making his whole body shake as he leans his forehead against yours. “shut up,” he grins, but his eyes are so full of love you can feel it in your bones.

The he cups your face again, pressing his lips back to yours in a kiss that feels like a promise. this one is different—hungrier, deeper, filled with everything he’s been holding back. his right hand gently takes the flowers and wine from you, tossing them onto the couch as if they’re the least important thing in the world.

“you’ve been stressed too, baby,” you murmur between kisses, your hands sliding up his chest as he pulls you closer. “you want me to make it better? take your mind off everything?”

“please,” he breathes, the single word trembling with desperation.

and that’s all it takes for the two of you to let go of everything else—the stress, the distance, the long days apart. tonight, it’s just you and him.

wooyoung

i know that the last conversation we had didn’t end on a good note. and i know you’re still trying to process everything going on with us and probably don’t want to see me. but I can’t help but feel like you’re exhausted and need something to take your mind off of everything you have going on right now. regardless of what we’re going through rn, i love you and I’ll always be here to make things better.

your heart aches as you read wooyoung’s text.

i’m outside. take your time. i’ll wait for you.

you didn’t think you’d hear from him tonight—not after the way your last conversation had ended. but that’s wooyoung, always showing up when you need him most, even when things between you feel fragile and uncertain.

you grab your jacket and step outside, the chill in the air catching you off guard. but then you see him, leaning against his car with his arms crossed, his hair a little messy, his expression soft despite the exhaustion etched into it.

his eyes meet yours, and for a moment, it feels like the world stills.

without a word, he opens the car door for you. as you slide into the passenger seat, you feel the familiar warmth of his presence settle over you like a blanket. he gets in, shutting the door gently, and the two of you sit there, bathed in the soft glow of the dashboard lights.

“you didn’t have to come,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

he turns to you, his gaze steady, his hand already reaching for yours. “yes, i did.” his tone is quiet but firm, like he needs you to believe it

his thumb rubs gentle circles against your skin, and it’s enough to unravel the tight knot in your chest.

“i know it’s been rough lately,” he says softly, his voice thick with emotion. “but no matter what we’re going through, i can’t stand the thought of you sitting at home feeling this way. you don’t have to go through this alone. i’m here. always.”

you close your eyes, his words sinking into the deepest parts of you.

he leans over, pulling you into his arms, and it’s like you’re a piece of a puzzle snapping into place. his embrace is so warm, so full of everything he can’t quite say, and you don’t realize how much you needed it until you’re here, breathing him in.

“you’re freezing,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i should’ve brought a blanket.”

you let out a soft laugh, your breath brushing against his collarbone. “you’re the blanket.”

he smiles against your hair, holding you a little tighter. “good. then i’m not letting go.”

for a long time, you just sit there, his arms wrapped around you, his hand gently tracing soothing patterns along your back. it’s so quiet, but the silence is full of him—his love, his care, his determination to make sure you feel safe, even when things between you aren’t perfect.

“thank you for coming,” you whisper after a while, your voice muffled against his chest.

“i’ll always come,” he replies, his lips brushing against your forehead. “no matter what’s happening. you’re my person.”

you pull back just enough to look at him, your eyes meeting his, and in that moment, it feels like everything might actually be okay. whatever else you have to figure out, whatever else you have to say, you can face it together.

for now, this is enough. this is everything.

niki

the studio was quiet now, the kind of quiet that made you feel how tired you really were. your body ached, your mind felt heavy, and the only thing keeping you upright was the cool press of the mirror at your back.

you closed your eyes, just for a second, and let out a sigh.

“you always look like you’re about to fall apart after practice,” a familiar voice teased, pulling you out of your thoughts.

your eyes snapped open, and when you saw him standing there in the doorway, you actually laughed out loud.

“niki?” you said, your voice pitching higher in disbelief. “what the—how did you even get in here?”

he grinned, leaning against the doorframe like he owned the place, hands stuffed casually into his hoodie pockets. “i have my ways.”

“your ways?” you repeated, still laughing, though your exhaustion made it sound a little delirious. “what, did you sneak past security?”

he shrugged, his grin widening. “you’d be surprised what a little charm can do.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered, shaking your head, though you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips.

niki stepped into the room then, pulling a takeout bag from behind his back like it was some big reveal. “anyway, i figured you might be hungry. you were going on and on about this the other day, so…”

you blinked at him, your chest tightening. “you remembered that?”

niki rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a blush creeping up his neck. “obviously. i’m not as clueless as you think.”

he walked over and sat down beside you, his legs stretching out across the floor. the bag landed in your lap, and the smell alone was enough to make your stomach growl.

“you didn’t have to,” you murmured, though you were already pulling the container out.

“yeah, well,” he said, leaning back against the mirror with a shrug, “i wanted to.”

you looked at him, really looked at him, and for a moment, you forgot how exhausted you were. his face was calm, but his eyes were soft, like he was seeing you in a way no one else ever had.

“thanks, niki,” you said quietly.

he waved it off like it was nothing, but the tips of his ears were pink, and you knew him well enough to know what that meant.

“you worked hard today,” he said after a beat, his voice softer now. “but you always do.”

you smiled, but it felt bittersweet. “sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough.”

niki’s gaze sharpened, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “it is,” he said firmly. “you are.”

the words hung in the air, heavy and meaningful, and you didn’t know what to say. so you didn’t. you just opened the container, took a bite, and let the warmth of the food—and his presence—melt away the edges of your day.

he didn’t say anything else, just stayed there beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed when one of you moved.

and maybe you were both too scared to say it out loud, too scared to ruin whatever this was, but in that moment, you knew: he was your safe place. and maybe, just maybe, you were his too.

[vanteguccir]

thinking about you and you and matt baking naked and your only wearing an apron while he stands behind you, his arms around either side of you helping you cook. BURB OF THIS???🙏🙏🙏

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matt sturniolo x reader

baking naked with matt!! 😩 + matt obsessed with your tits 🫶🏻

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The house was unusually quiet, save for the occasional hum of the oven preheating. Chris and Nick were out for the day, leaving Matt and Y/N alone, a rarity they both looked forward to.

Y/N stood by the counter, a soft, oversized apron tied snugly around her waist, skimming just above her thighs. Beneath it, she wore nothing, her skin warm against the fabric. The open air against her back was a familiar feeling, as was the comforting warmth of Matt’s body behind her.

Matt, just as naked, stood close, his chest pressing gently against her. His arms circled her waist loosely, the solid weight of his hands resting just above her hips, their warmth spreading into her skin. His head dipped, his lips brushing the curve of her shoulder in a lazy, featherlight kiss, lifting his blue eyes to watch her measure out flour into a mixing bowl.

"Are you sure this is the right amount?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to give him more access to what she was doing.

Matt squinted at the measuring cup, remembering the recipe he had just read on his phone.

"Eh, close enough. Baking is just like cooking, right? A little spontaneity never hurt anyone." His voice sounded low and slightly raspy.

Y/N laughed, her tone light.

"Baking is not like cooking, Matt. It’s a science. Too much flour, and these cookies will turn into hockey pucks."

"Alright, scientist." Matt grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Does it even count as baking if I’m just holding you the whole time?" He asked after some seconds of silence.

Y/N shrugged, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

"You’re not just holding me. You’re also being a human heat and making it harder to focus."

Matt smirked, his lips twitching as he nuzzled back into the crook of her neck, close to her ear.

"Am I distracting you? I thought I was helping, with all the reading, you know?"

"You are distracting." She confirmed, her voice soft, though the smile in her tone betrayed her lack of protest.

His lips moved languidly along the line of her jaw, pressing small, innocent kisses that left her skin tingling. His breath was warm against her, his nose brushing lightly against her collarbone as he murmured.

"Tell me how I can help, then."

Y/N sighed, a mix of amusement and fondness.

"Okay, hold the bowl steady while I add the flour. No funny business."

Matt’s hands slipped from her waist to the red mixing bowl in front of her, keeping close, half of his chest flush against her right shoulder. She could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest syncing with hers, as if he were an extension of her own body.

As she measured the flour, she felt him shift slightly, the brush of his hips against the curve of her lower back sending a wave of warmth through her. His body fit so naturally against hers, and the skin-to-skin contact wasn’t strange or embarrassing. It was simply them.

"Careful." She said, biting back a giggle as he leaned forward to kiss her ear, his stubble lightly tickling her skin.

"I am careful." He mumbled, his voice muffled as he pressed another kiss to her jaw. "You’re the one spilling flour everywhere."

Y/N laughed, the sound light and melodic as she turned her head slightly to glare at him playfully.

"If I spill, it’s because you won’t stop kissing me!"

Matt’s lips curved into a smile against her neck.

"It’s not my fault you’re so kissable."

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin spreading across her face. As she began mixing the ingredients, Matt’s hands found their way back to her body, his fingers splayed across her bare front.

His thumbs moved in slow, absentminded circles, his touch so gentle it made her heart squeeze. She felt his fingers skim just below her ribs, brushing lightly against her skin. His touch lingered along the soft curve of her stomach, and she noticed how his movements slowed, almost reverent.

"You' know that you have these little hairs right... here?" He murmured, almost as if he was just discovering that - which wasn't the case, since Matt always found his way to the area very easily. His voice sounded soft and almost in awe as his fingertips caressed the barely noticeable peach fuzz along her lower stomach.

Y/N felt a flush of warmth rise to her cheeks, though his gentle movements soothed any hint of self-consciousness she could ever have.

"Is that a bad thing?" She asked, her voice light but curious.

"No." Matt replied immediately, his voice filled with admiration. "I love it. It’s you."

She didn’t respond, only leaned back into him, her hands still working on the soon-to-be cookies.

"How do you make this look so easy?" He asked, observing Y/N whisking the batter.

"Practice." She answered with a small shrug. "And patience. Two things you’re not exactly known for."

Matt gasped in mock offense.

"Rude. I am the meaning of patience."

"Matt, you couldn’t wait five minutes for Chris to finish in the shower last night before filming."

"Okay, but that’s different. Chris takes forever in there." He defended, making her laugh again.

Finally, the dough was ready, and they began shaping it into small balls to place on the baking sheet. Matt insisted on making one overly large cookie "for testing", while Y/N meticulously lined up her smaller, perfectly formed balls.

"Yours are so... perfect." Matt observed.

"Yours looks like baseball balls." She retorted, smirking.

"Jealousy doesn’t suit you, babe." He teased, pressing a kiss to the side of her forehead.

"Shut up and help me put those into the oven."

Whith the cookies - now inside the oven - growing, the warm, sugary aroma filling the kitchen, Y/N leaned against the table, stealing a quiet moment to admire the stillness of the house. She could feel Matt’s gaze on her before she even turned around.

"Come here." He asked softly, his voice a low hum of affection.

Y/N raised an eyebrow but didn’t resist as he gently tugged her away from the table and into his arms. Her back pressed against his chest as his hands found her waist first, his fingers brushing lightly over the apron’s edge.

"Matt." She said with a content sigh, already sensing where this was going.

"What?" He murmured, his tone playful but tender. "I’ve got time to kill, and you’re standing here looking irresistible."

Before she could respond, his hands moved upward, slipping beneath the soft fabric of her apron. His palms skimmed her sides before settling over her boobs, cupping them gently.

"Every day." He murmured against her ear. "Every single day, I think about these beauties. Can’t help myself."

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t move away. Instead, she leaned further into him, her body relaxing against his.

"You’re obsessed, you know that?"

"I’m not even denying it." Matt replied, a smirk evident in his tone.

His hands moved in slow circles, his thumbs brushing lightly over her nipples. His touch was neither rushed nor teasing, just tender, familiar, and grounding, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Y/N sighed, closing her eyes as she let herself sink into the moment, feeling grateful for the weight against her chest and her back loosening for a bit. His lips brushed the shell of her ear before moving lower, leaving a trail of soft kisses along the curve of her neck.

"They're so soft." He murmured, his voice warm and hushed as if he were sharing a secret. "I could stay like this forever."

Y/N smiled, tilting her head slightly to allow him better access.

"You say that every time."

"And I mean it every time." He countered, his lips curving against her skin. "This is nice."

"Yeah." Y/N agreed, finally moving her hands, resting them on top of his, squeezing slightly. "Just us. No noise, no chaos..."

He nodded against her hair.

"We should do this more often. Naked baking. It’s a vibe."

Y/N laughed, turning her head to look at him.

"As long as no one comes home early. I don’t think Chris or Nick would appreciate finding us like this."

Matt made a face.

"Yeah, that’s definitely a mood killer."

The timer beeped, signaling the cookies were ready. Matt let go of Y/N so she could grab the oven mitts and pull the tray out. The sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the kitchen, making both their mouths water.

Matt grabbed a cookie as soon as it was on the cooling rack, ignoring Y/N’s protests about waiting.

"Fuck! That's so hot!" He exclaimed, tossing the cookie between his hands before finally blowing on it.

Y/N shook her head, grinning as she took one herself, waiting a moment before taking a bite.

"You’re ridiculous." She said, crumbs clinging to her lips.

"And you love it." Matt replied, leaning in to kiss the crumbs away.

"I do." She admitted softly, her smile widening as she saw him reaching for more cookies. "Matt, leave some for your brothers!"

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"!

[7s3ven]

ATHENA'S GIRL. luke (pjo) - pt. 1

trailer > part 1 > part 2 > part 3

( masterlist )

IN WHICH... Luke's second quest isn't exactly a heroic one but he doesn't have the power to reject it. Who knew it would lead him to a prestigious high school where his hardest mission would be trying to befriend a snappy demigod.

"Have you forgotten to turn off your heart? This is not you. I see you changing from how I've designed you. Have you forgotten your purpose?"

Warnings : modern au but camp still exists, Luke doesn’t betray

A/N : I signed up with a blogging side job and they asked if I had any previous blog experience. I said no because I wasn’t about to admit that I run a one shot blog acc on Tumblr 😭

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“What is wrong with you?!"

Heads turned to look at the H/C-haired girl who had shouted in a voice too loud to be inside a library. She was standing up, having shoved her chair back moments before. She clenched her hands into fists.

"Do you find joy in torturing me with your obnoxious presence? Is that it?!" She exclaimed at the brunette standing in front of her. She angrily grabbed her pile of books, messily shoving them into her bag. "Honestly!" She let out another groan as she loudly stormed past the doors.

"Well, that went smoothly, Luke." Chris, who had been watching the scene behind an upside down book, said.

The brunette boy with curled hair sighed, glaring at his friend, Chris. "I'm only trying to protect her. I don't know why she's so bitchy." Luke scowled. "I don't get why our quest was to protect some girl."

"Chiron said she doesn't have a satyr guide." Chris retorted, "That's why we're here."

Luke scoffed. "I can't even peacefully talk to her, let alone peacefully talk to her. She'll never come with us to camp." He swiftly threw his hands up in surrender.

"It's either that or the monsters. And if she doesn’t come with us, we fail.”

Luke stiffened at the mention of failing a quest. He knew all too well what that felt like. The jagged scar gruesomely painted across his face was proof of that.

“Just… befriend her.” Chris said as Luke stood up, ready to walk out of the library.

“Easier said than done. She hates me, Chris. And she hates you for being friends with me. So if neither of us can befriend her, how are you going to tell her about camp? It’s not like her dad will. He abandoned her for gods sake!”

Y/N, to put it simply, was an orphan. Her dad left her on the steps of a random house after her mother, whichever god she was, disappeared.

“Okay. Uh, what do we have in common with her then? And why does she hate you? I never understood that.” Chris questioned, desperate to think of ways to connect with Y/N before the monsters sensed her.

“I… made her get an F on her science project because I accidentally ruined it.” Luke sheepishly smiled.

“… You deserve all the insults from her then. But to answer my own question, we’re all demigods. That’s the most we have in common. I told you we should’ve taken Annabeth.” Chris uttered, gesturing to their surroundings.

“She’s a young kid." Luke retorted, "This is a high school. People will know something is wrong.”

“Or they’ll think she’s a child genius which, for the record, she is.”

Luke wasn’t sure how to feel about this quest. His first one had ended in absolute disaster so he was lucky to even be chosen for a second. But was a fire-breathing dragon worse than a high school girl who, if she needed to or even just felt like it, would stab you? Luke would take the dragon again because at least it didn’t spew out every insult known to man.

“I gotta get to this after school meeting.” Chris piped up, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. “Some kids forced me to join. Find her and talk to her. Who knows, maybe you’ll get along. Eventually.”

Luke rolled his eyes as his friend jogged off to who knows where. Finding Y/N wouldn’t be hard. As creepy as it sounded, he had been watching Y/N for moments just like this.

He quietly whistled under his breath as he walked to the cafe across the road, immediately spotting Y/N in her usual seat beside the large window. She was, to no one’s surprise, reading a book.

Luke pushed open the door, the bell attached to it chiming softly. He made an instant beeline for Y/N. “Why so many books?” He blurted out, raising an eyebrow at the amount of novels strewn over the table.

Y/N lifted her head, frowning at the sight of him. “These are my cafe books.” She said, looking down at her book once more. Luke slid into the seat across from her.

“You need four cafe books? Why four?”

“Well, I need a novel and a biography book.”

“You’re reading Fyodor Dostoevsky as a novel? That’s your definition of light reading?” Luke picked up the book, almost laughing. “And some of it is in Russian. You know Russian?”

“Somewhat. I’m learning it so I can read Dostoevsky in the original.”

“And the Edgar Allen Poe?”

“Short stories. And Norman Mailer is a great essay writer so I wanted to check him out too.”

Luke huffed, “Jeez, writer. Reading Dostoevsky, learning Russian, reading all of these books. You’re crazy.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes as she stared at him with her heavy gaze. “Why do you call me that? Writer? Are you making fun of me?”

“Why would I need to do that? I call you writer because you want to be a journalist, right?” Luke leaned back in his seat, “I’ve read some of your essays, by the way. Don’t get mad at me. They were great. You really seemed to like the Russian revolution.”

“I’m more interested in the royal family, actually. Not so much in the Bolsheviks and all that politic stuff.” Y/N placed the book she was reading down, a truce sign in Luke’s eyes.

“Oh, she’s smart, pretty, and interested in the slaughter of a royal family. Are you perhaps training to become a serial killer? I hope I’m not your next target.” Luke teasingly grinned as a mischievous glint shone in his eyes.

“Castellan, I have a question.” Y/N sat up straighter, “How is it that you got into the school? Don’t get me wrong, you’re street smart but you aren’t… academically smart. Are your parents filthy rich?”

“My dad’s a deadbeat.”

“Did you cheat then? I won’t tell anyone. I’m only curious.”

“You wound me, writer. No, I didn’t cheat. Is it so hard to believe I passed the entrance exam?”

“Yes.” Y/N said without hesitation.

Luke stared at her with his lips pressed into a thin line. “Ouch. Now you’ve added salt to the wound.”

Luke had already acknowledged that he wasn’t gifted in the academic department. But there was more to life than writing articles and scribbling down overly complicated math equations.

“Wait a minute,” Luke sat up. How was it that Y/N could draft a perfectly constructed essay when she had dyslexia? “Don’t you have a reading problem? Dyslexia? Are you sure you didn’t cheat?” He meant the last bit as a joke but he instantly knew he made a mistake when Y/N’s eyes darkened.

“I have no need to.” She jeered, grabbing her cafe books. And just like that, their little moment of peace was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Never accuse me of cheating again. You got that, Castellan?” She harshly poked his shoulder as she walked past him.

“Hey, you forgot your Dostoevsky- and she’s not even listening to me. Great. Okay.” Luke sighed as he grabbed the book, observing it. It seemed well-loved because the novel was almost falling apart and its delicate pages were stained brown with coffee and tea.

Luke cracked open the book, raising his eyebrows at the sight of highlighted words, pen marks, and sticky notes inside. “She likes annotating.” He muttered to himself, running his hands over the pages.

The writing stopped near the end of the book and Luke realized it was because she had yet to finish it. An idea burst into his head and he quickly exited the cafe, clutching the book close to his chest. His usual routine would be to wait for Chris outside but he strolled back into the library, eyes landing in a group of giggling girls.

“Hey, ladies.” Luke boyishly smirked at them, which almost caused them to melt. “Do you have any sticky notes and pens I could borrow?”

That’s how he ended up with a pile of sticky notes and a multitude of pens at his disposal. Luke couldn’t read that well due to his godly side but he sure tried. Luke had heard about how a book girl’s love language was someone else annotating a book for her. In this case, this was Luke waving the white flag for good.

“Yo, Luke, you ready to head off?” Chris returned an hour later, just as Luke was finished scribbling on sticky notes and placing them carefully on the crumbled pages. Chris arched an eyebrow. “You can’t read.” He stated.

Luke rolled his eyes. “I know but this is me trying to befriend her. Trust me, it’ll work.” The brunette led his friend to Y/N’s locker, easily picking it open with a bobby pin he found on the floor. “Say hello to friendly Y/N.” Luke grinned as he placed the novel on the top shelf and closed the door.

“If this works, I’ll give you my dessert for a week.” Chris piped up

Luke chuckled, putting all his faith into his plan. “It’ll work. And deal.”

•

Chris and Luke watched Y/N like hawks as she opened her locker, letting out a small yawn as she did so. She spotted the book immediately. As she flipped through the pages, something unexpected happened that left Chris gaping.

She smiled. Her pink-tinted lips curved into a bubbly smile as she read something and she even let out a quiet laugh. As she turned her head, her gaze locked with Luke’s. She sent him a nod of acknowledgment before leaving to get to class.

“Looks like I’ll be having extra dessert.” Luke cockily uttered, teasing his friend.

“I can’t believe it actually worked.” Chris clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“Better luck next time, buddy.” Luke tilted his head back as he laughed. “Get to class. We can’t blow our cover.”

Luke’s first class was with Y/N. Actually, all of his classes were. And that was on purpose. He had to keep a close eye on her in case anything happened. Nothing ever did, which was unusual. Monsters sensed demigods as soon as they turned twelve but Y/N was Luke’s age and still hadn’t run into one. Luke found it strange.

He sat down in his chosen seat and turned his head, surprised to see Y/N sitting beside him. “Impotence means the inability to do something effectively.” She spoke, looking at him. Luke was at a loss for words as his lips parted.

“What?” He stupidly questioned.

“‘The fear of appearance is the first symptom of impotence’. You put a question mark next to impotence.”

“Oh.” Luke could recall doing that. “I guess I did.”

“You don’t write very well.” Y/N said. “At some point, you started writing in Greek. You know Greek?”

“To an extent.”

Y/N quietly hummed. “The ability to go from English to Greek is somewhat impressive. Your Greek is better.”

Luke almost smiled at the backhanded compliment. “You know, writer, I always took you as a Jane Austin girl. Pride and Prejudice and what not. How come you’re reading Crime and Punishment instead?”

Y/N shrugged. “I want to know more about Russian culture.” She simply said, opening her science textbook. Luke stared at her.

“You want to know more about Russia? I’ll show you. Come on.” Luke tugged Y/N out of her seat much to her surprise. She gasped.

“But class.” She said, but Luke ignored her.

“It’ll be fine. You’ll love it.” Luke reassured her as he pulled her out of the room.

“I’m not sure I will.” Y/N groaned, trying to dig her heels into the ground to slow Luke down. “We really should go back to class.” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in worry while Luke clicked his tongue.

“No. We don’t.”

Before Y/N knew it, she was outside the school building and walking down the road behind Luke. “Where are we going?” She asked, receiving no reply.

“Wait here.” Luke said, pausing in front of a large wired fence.

“Are you sure you aren’t the serial killer here?” Y/N muttered, almost scoffing. Luke jumped, easily grabbing onto the fence and climbing up. “You look like a monkey!” Y/N exclaimed. Luke quietly chuckled, reaching the top.

“You’re funny, writer- Woah!”

Y/N gaped as Luke tumbled down, harshly hitting the ground. “Are you okay?” She asked, her eyes wide. Luke groaned as he stood up, clutching his shoulder.

“I’m fine. I just have to rearrange my shoulder real quick.” He said, grunting. Y/N watched in horror as Luke grabbed his own shoulder, readjusting it with a terrifying crack.

“That’s not normal.” Y/N said, cringing. “Your shoulder should not be doing that… oh, my gosh! You need to see a doctor soon. That crack was disgusting!” But Luke ignored her.

“You can climb, right?” Luke questioned.

“I am not climbing and falling like you.” Y/N sneered. She looked around, spotting a door. “I’m glad I’m not dumb like you.” She pushed the door open, mockingly staring at Luke. “Voila. No need to look like a monkey.”

“And there our truce goes, writer. I’m going to beat you up now.”

Y/N lightly laughed, rolling her eyes. “You can’t hit a lady.” She warned.

“Oh, you’re right. Damn me for being a gentleman. If only I was a girl. I could slam you.” Luke teasingly slung an arm around her shoulder as he led Y/N through the woods. “Chris and I found this place by accident. I thought you’d like it, especially after seeing your obsession with books. That’s not normal, by the way. It’s creepy. You treat books like your friends.”

“For your information, I have friends.” Y/N snapped.

“You have one friend. And she’s not even at the school.”

“So? Who cares. Besides, I talk to Sehee.”

“Sehee Kim hates you.”

“Yeah. But she’s toned down. We’re acquainted now.”

“Whatever you say, writer. Close your eyes.” Luke slapped a hand over her face, concealing her gaze. “Don’t peek. It’s a surprise.”

“If you plan on killing me, don’t eat me. I’m not into cannibalism.”

“You wrote an essay on all the media’s that portrayed cannibalism. The hills have eyes, that plane crash with the sports team. What else am I forgetting?”

“The Bean clan. Technically, that wasn’t a show or movie but the hills have eyes were inspired by it. At least, I like to think so.” Y/N paused, “Wait, you read the essay?”

“You’re a model student, writer. Of course I read your work. It took me a few days.” Luke grinned, though Y/N couldn’t see it. “Alright. You ready?” Luke rested his chin on Y/N’s shoulder as he lowered his hands, emitted a small gasp from Y/N.

“This place… what the…” She was speechless. In front of her was a beautiful, old library. Vibes of ivy wrapped around the shelves yet the books still looked functional. Albeit, a little old but they didn’t look like they’d turn to dust if she touched them.

“It’s an old library. Abandoned but still pretty. All of the books here are in Russian. You like it?”

“I love it… Castellan.” She gently smiled.

“I come here when I need time to think.” Luke sighed to himself, gesturing to a small corner where a blanket and a few pillows lay. “I can’t read in general but it’s comforting.”

“How’d you know I have dyslexia?” Y/N asked, arching an eyebrow.

Luke shrugged. “I had a feeling.”

“To answer the question from yesterday, yes. I do have dyslexia. But I envied children who could read so I got help. More like I begged the orphanage to get me help. I wanted to read and write so I did.”

Y/N ran a hand over the books, letting her fingers trace over the delicate golden details. Luke watched as she walked past the sturdy wooden shelves, a gleeful skip in her step.

“What’s your favourite book?” Luke asked as Y/N opened an aged book, staring at the words carefully printed in black ink.

“Oh. I actually have it with me.” Y/N began, digging around in her bag to pull out a small paperback. She showed it to Luke. “I want to die but I want to eat tteobokki.” She uttered. Luke stared at it, eyebrows lifted.

“You read… self-help books?”

“Well, it’s more like a biography or a memoir. It doubles as a self-help book. And yes. Is that a problem? It's an opportunity to learn how these type of books are written."

Luke shook his head, pressing his lips into a thin line. “I just wasn’t expecting it. I mean, why do you need help? You seem to have your life figured out. Studying, Harvard, journalism."

Y/N softly cleared her throat as she stared at him. “Castellan, I firmly believe that everybody needs help. Even just a little bit. And my life is literally falling apart if I’m not in school. My orphanage is crumbling to the ground and I’m probably going to be kicked out soon. On top of that, I think I’m going crazy.” Realising she was ranting too much, Y/N took a breath and stopped talking.

“We’re all crazy in a way, writer.”

“No. I’m actually crazy… Castellan, I see things… things normal people shouldn’t see. Creatures… weird things… things I can’t describe.” Y/N pulled at the ends of her hair. Luke was quick to grab her hands, stopping her.

“I understand, writer. Trust me. You may think I don’t, but I do.”

“You hallucinate too?”

“It’s not hallucinations. It’s real. I know I probably sound crazy. You see strange animals, right? Like, monsters?”

Y/N turned her head, staring at Luke with wide eyes. Y/N silently nodded. “How… how did you know?”

“I need you to listen to me, writer. And don’t call me insane or judge me or any other mean thing you like to do.” When Y/N still didn’t say anything, Luke continued. “How do I put this… You’re a demigod. I am too. Chris as well. Your mother is, uh, a goddess. You’re a half-blood. And eventually… monsters are going to chase after you.”

Y/N gawked at Luke for a few long minutes before she looked away. "You're crazy."

"I'm not crazy. I told you I'm not."

"Okay, not crazy. You're mad, out of your mind, deranged, demented. You're a lunatic, unstable, unbalanced. Non compos mentis!"

"Are you speaking in Latin right now?"

"We have to recite the school song on the spot. We get extra credits if we say it in Latin. You didn't know that?" Y/N sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You're... not lying. Gods and goddesses actually exist... don't they?" Luke sighed, nodding his head.

"I'm sorry to put all of this on you now but we really have to go. It's unusual that the monsters haven't sensed you yet. We have to find Chris before"- Luke was cut off by a loud roar. Y/N gasped, clutching onto Luke.

"What was that?" She gasped.

Luke pulled Y/N up, holding her tight. "We have to go. Now. Come on." Y/N's hands shook as she tried to shove the old book back into its place. Luke grabbed it, cramming the book into her bag. "Just take it. Take the book!" Luke grabbed Y/N's wrist, pulling her out of the library.

"Whatever that thing was seemed close. We have to hurry." Luke and Y/N ran out of the forest and barged past the door to the metal fence. "Chris will meet us at the road. Come on!"

There was another roar and Y/N shrieked. A blast of flames engulfed the fence, burning away at it. "Oh, my gosh... what is that?! Is that a fucking dragon?!"

"So you can swear! I never expected that!" Luke exclaimed as he stood in front of Y/N, drawing a sword.

"You have a fucking sword too?! What the fuck!" Y/N screamed, "What is going on?!"

"Stop cussing! Y/N, I need you to listen to me. Run. Run as fast as you can and find Chris. Please." Luke pushed Y/N back.

"What? No! I am not leaving you with that... that beast! And I don’t really what to be alone too!” Y/N furrowed her brows but Luke was persistent.

“Go! Go!” He shouted. Y/N spun around, sprinting away. She heard Luke’s sword clash with the dragon’s hard scales and she looked over her shoulder.

“Find Chris!” Luke shouted again.

Y/N gasped as she burst through the vegetation, almost crashing into Chris. “Oh, my fucking god! Chris! Castellan- I mean Luke is fighting against a dragon! What do we do?!” Panic glazed over Chris’ eyes.

“Y/N, stay here. It’ll be fine. I’ll be back soon!” Chris ran off. Y/N shakily inhaled as she looked around. The road was barren and there wasn’t a car in sight.

“This is fine… totally, inexplicably fine.” Y/N muttered, thickly gulping. But her panic flared up again when she felt a presence behind her.

She shook as she turned around, her head slowly lifting to stare at the dragon. “… Oh, I’m fucked.” Y/N’s bag felt heavier than it did before. It slid off her arm, crashing to the ground. Y/N scrambled back as the dragon blew a mouthful of burning smoke through its sharp fangs.

“Nice boy… or girl. Or are you gender-neutral? It doesn’t matter.” Y/N nervously chuckled as she slowly kneeled down to search for something, anything, to defend herself. Instead of a sharp pen or maybe a heavy book, she pulled out a golden brass spear with electricity crackling through it.

“Oh… this works.”

The dragon growled as its beady eyes watched her trembling form. Y/N swung the spear at the dragon, managing to hit it with a lucky shot. The dragon roared, throwing its head back in pain. Y/N landed another blow and managed to dodge the beast’s claws.

“Man, am I glad I took those sports classes now!” Y/N shouted, ducking. She swung the blade of the spear ay the creature, slicing a scale off. Y/N yelped as blood oozed out. “Oh, that is revolting.” She wrinkled up her nose.

The dragon, seemingly very unhappy with Y/N’s wide use of vocabulary, grunted as it stalked towards Y/N with heavy steps. Y/N gulped. She gripped the spear tightly, trying to think of what to do. As the dragon neared, her survival instincts took over and before she knew it, she was hurling her weapon at the dragon’s chest. It groaned in pain as the tip impaled its flesh before disintegrating into a fury of golden specks.

Y/N panted as her spear clattered to the ground. “… I’m glad javelin was a requirement at school.” Luke and Chris arrived at the scene a moment too late, staring at the golden flecks in surprise.

“You… took down a dragon?” Chris asked in shock while Luke was silent as he subtly lifted a hand to touch the scar on his face.

“Yes. Now, can we get out of here before we get slaughtered like the family from the hills have eyes?! If I die, I can’t get into Harvard!” Y/N exclaimed, picking up her spear that had transformed back into the old book from the library.

“She’s right.” Finally, Luke spoke up. “We need to get moving. The stronger monsters have already sensed us. More will be coming.”

"Wait!" Y/N shouted, causing both of the boys to pause. "Oh, my gosh... What about Harvard?! I can't get into Harvard with all these monsters running after me!"

"You didn't tell her?" Chris asked, glancing at Luke.

Luke quickly shrugged in confusion. "I told her about camp! But I may have left out the part where she has to go if she doesn't want to be slaughtered..."

"What?! No, I'm not fit out for camp! I need to go to school and study so I can get into Harvard and study journalism so I can become like Christiane Amanpour!"

"We'll explain more at camp." Luke uttered, wrapping his hands around one of Y/N's arms while Chris did the same on the other side. The two boys dragged her away, ignoring how she kicked and screamed, mainly about Harvard and how her career was ruined now.

Eventually, she calmed now. The trio now calmly walked along the empty road with Y/N in the middle. “I mean, at least it can’t get worse than a dragon.” Y/N said in an effort to raise spirits.

Above, thunder rumbled as rain began to pour down. Y/N loudly clicked her tongue, “Never mind.” She grumbled. “But hey, can’t get worse”- Lightning crackled and hit a tree near Luke. He jumped as the leaves went up in flames, though they were quickly distinguished by the large droplets of rain. “Okay, but surely”- Luke cut Y/N off.

“Please… writer, stop talking. We’ll hide in that cave until the rain stops. It’s getting dark soon too. We officially leave tomorrow.” Luke uttered, pointing at a nearby hole in the rocks. Y/N jogged for cover while Luke and Chris took their time, not caring about the rain because they were already soaked to the bone.

“So, you call her writer? Cute.” Chris mockingly smirked as he knowingly winked.

“Yeah, so what? What do you call Clarisse? Oh, that’s right, you haven’t confessed yet. You have the right to judge me when you confess.” Luke walked away while Chris was left standing there, speechless.

“Touché.” Chris muttered under his breath.

•

Luke woke Y/N the moment the sun rose. She groaned as he shook her awake, sleepily rubbing her eyes. “What do you want?” She muttered, trying to kick him away.

“Time to get moving before any more dragons come.” Luke grinned as Y/N quickly sat up. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, writer. Come on, we’ll get breakfast at the train station. It’s the fastest way to camp.”

It was a thirty minute walk to the nearest train station and in those thirty minutes, Luke would not stop talking. And Y/N thought her rambling was bad.

“Why do people like peanuts anyway? They taste so… nutty. I don’t like peanut butter. The look of it, the taste of it, the texture, the way it sticks to the roof of my mouth. Ugh! Gross.” Luke faked a small gag while Y/N slowly nodded.

“Do you usually talk this much?” She questioned, recalling the days where Luke hardly spoke up in class unless he was replying to a girl in love with him.

"No. Not unless I've got a pretty girl next to me who's too smart for her own good." Luke grinned while Y/N rolled her eyes at his pathetic flirting.

“Have you got money? Once we get to the station, I would suggest we buy tickets first. Food can wait. Besides, the train should have food too.” Y/N said, checking her watch. "When's the next train? We should try and catch the earliest one."

"Jeez, who made her in charge?" Luke whispered to Chris behind Y/N's back.

“What? You think you’d be in charge?”

“Well, this is my quest after all. Plus, I thought there’d be a voting. You know, a show of hands.”

Chris sent Luke a look. “Don’t be like Percy, man. She’s like our Annabeth. She’s obviously in charge. And I’m like, uh, Grover.”

“And let me guess,” Luke deadpanned, “I’m Percy.”

“Yeah. Always trying to change the system into a voting thing. Just let the pretty girl do the work and we won't get killed."

"I can hear you, by the way." Y/N butted in, staring at the two boys with an unimpressed look.

"That's the point." Luke replied.

"The train station is right over there. I'll buy us tickets." Y/N said, outstretching her hand.

"Huh? Why do you have to buy the tickets?"

"Because, genius, it's suspicious to see two guys with a girl. They’ll think you’re kidnapping me. Which, mind you, you technically are.” Y/N ran her hands through her messy hair to smoothen it down, “The faster we leave, the better.” She brushed the dirt off her skirt and adjusted her wrinkled blouse so she could fit in more with the crowd.

Luke begrudgingly handed over a part of the given money to Y/N. She smiled, which only fuelled his annoyance. “After we buy tickets, we can look for food if we have time.”

“Why can’t we split up?” Luke interrupted, earning an eye roll from Y/N. Chris silently watched as they bickered, not wanting to get involved. It was like they were in class again, always going back and forth until the teacher forced them to stop.

“Splitting up would be dangerous. We have to stay together. But when I buy the tickets, don’t follow me. Hang back.”

Luke had no choice but to agree with the plan.

“So,” Chris shuffled closer to Luke, “Still think we should have a voting system?”

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Allies or Affiliates? - Chris Sturniolo Part 14

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Pairing : Y/n x Chris Sturniolo

Summary : Law student Y/n’s life takes a turn when she reconnects with Chris, her brief teenage flame who is now a dealer for a dangerous Boston drug gang. As their bond reignites, Y/n is drawn into Chris’s tumultuous world, where rival gangs clash and loyalty is everything. Balancing her love for Chris with her own ambitions, can their connection survive the chaos that threatens to pull them apart?

Warnings : MDNI, mentions of drugs, mentions of selling drugs, angst, cursing, mentions of death, funeral setting

Y/n’s POV

The soft chime of the bell above the bridal studio’s door signals the end of my shift. I tidy up the counter, brush a few stray threads from my clothes, and grab my bag. It’s been a long day of fittings and consultations, but my excitement about tonight keeps me energized.

Chris is meeting my parents tonight. The thought alone sends a nervous flutter through my stomach, but it’s a good kind of nervous.

On my way out, I stop by the cafe down the street to grab two lattes and a croissant for Willow. It’s become something of a tradition to visit her after my shifts, especially when I need a pep talk. With everything going on tonight, I need her calming advice more than ever.

Willow’s apartment is buzzing with energy when I arrive. She’s blasting music in the kitchen while unpacking groceries, a pair of fluffy slippers on her feet.

“You’re a lifesaver” she says, grabbing the coffee from my hand and taking a sip. “Ugh, perfect. Come in, sit!”

I settle onto her couch, pulling the croissant out of the bag and sliding it across the table to her. “Figured you could use this.”

“You know me too well” she says with a grin, taking a bite.

As she eats, I fill her in on the news. “So.. my parents are meeting my boyfriend tonight.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “BOYFRIEND?!”

I nod, though the flutter of nerves in my chest betrays me. “Yeah, it feels right. I mean, he’s really trying, you know? So he’s coming over for dinner.”

Willow leans back in her chair, crossing her arms as she studies me. “How’s he doing after today, though? With the funeral and all?”

I freeze mid sip of my coffee. “Funeral?”

Her expression shifts, suddenly cautious. “Wait, he didn’t tell you?”

I shake my head, my mind racing. Why didn’t he mention this? Now I feel stupid.

“Yeah” Willow continues, her voice softer now. “I heard it was today, Chris must’ve been there.”

I nod slowly, unsure how to process this new information. A funeral. A funeral. And he hadn’t said a word to me about it.

Part of me feels hurt, like I’ve been left out of something important. But the other part of me, the rational part, knows why he didn’t tell me. He’s trying to protect me, to keep me away from the darker parts of his world.

Still, it stings.

Willow must notice the shift in my expression because she reaches over and places a hand on my arm. “Hey, don’t overthink it. Chris probably didn’t want to stress you out with everything going on. He’s dealing with a lot.”

“I know” I say, my voice quieter than I intended. “It’s just.. I want him to feel like he can tell me these things, you know?”

Willow nods, her eyes sympathetic. “You’re in a tricky spot, Y/n. But he’ll come around. Just give it time.”

I glance at my phone and realize how late it’s gotten. “Shit, I need to get going. I have a million things to prep before dinner.”

Willow grins, her mood lifting again. “Go knock em dead. And text me after, I need all the details.”

“You’ll be the first to know” I promise, grabbing my bag and heading for the door.

As I start the journey home, my mind is buzzing with thoughts. Chris and I have come so far, but there’s still so much I don’t know about his life. Maybe tonight will be a step toward bridging that gap.

When I get to my house, I take a deep breath. Time to focus. Tonight isn’t just about meeting my parents, it’s about taking the next step, together.

Chris’ POV

The air outside the church was heavy, the kind of suffocating weight that sticks with you after saying goodbye to someone you cared about. Nate and I stood in silence as the crowd dispersed, the murmurs of the attempted hit at the funeral still fresh in my mind.

“You hear that shit?” Nate finally spoke, his voice low but brimming with anger. His jaw was clenched tight, and his hands balled into fists at his sides.

I nodded, keeping my gaze on the ground. “Yeah, I heard. It’s messed up, man. Who does that at a funeral?”

“It’s more than messed up” Nate snapped, turning toward me. His eyes were bloodshot from crying, but now they burned with rage. “It’s a straight up declaration of war. At Danny’s funeral, Chris. Do you understand what that means?”

I did, and it made my stomach churn. Whoever tried to pull this off wasn’t just sending a message they were escalating things in the dirtiest way possible. It wasn’t just about Crimson and H-Block anymore, it was personal.

“What do you wanna do?” I asked carefully, knowing full well Nate was on the verge of boiling over.

“What do I wanna do?” he repeated, his voice rising. “I wanna find out who did it and make them pay. No one disrespects my cousin like that.”

I grabbed his shoulder before he could start pacing. “Nate, you gotta keep it together. If Vince catches wind of this before you calm down, he’ll drag you into something you might not come back from.”

“And you think I’m just supposed to sit here and do nothing?” he shot back.

I didn’t have an answer for that. Nate was right to be angry, and it wasn’t like I didn’t feel the same way. But going off the rails wouldn’t bring Danny back, and it definitely wouldn’t stop whatever was coming next.

I felt like I was being pulled in two different directions. On one hand, Nate needed me. He was barely holding it together, and leaving him alone after what just happened felt like a betrayal. On the other hand, I’d made a promise to Y/n. Meeting her parents tonight was a big deal, and I couldn’t just bail.

“You’re not alone in this” I said after a moment. “But we gotta be smart about it. If we make a move now, it’ll only give Vince more of a reason to lose it. Let’s figure out who’s behind it first, then we’ll decide what to do.”

Nate stared at me, his expression a mix of fury and frustration. For a second, I thought he was going to argue, but then he exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair. “Fine. But if I find out who it was before you do, I’m handling it my way.”

I nodded, even though his words made my chest tighten. There was no stopping Nate once he set his mind on something.

“Listen, I’ll check in later tonight, okay?” I said, trying to sound confident.

“Why? You got plans or something?”

I hesitated. “Yeah. I promised Y/n I’d meet her parents tonight. Dinner in hers.”

Nate’s eyes narrowed. “You’re ditching me for dinner? After everything that just happened?”

“It’s not like that” I said quickly. “This is important, too. I have to show her I’m serious about us. You know that.”

He scoffed, turning away from me. “Whatever, man. Go play house. I’ll deal with this on my own.”

“Nate-”

“Just go, Chris. You’ve got your priorities.”

The words hit harder than I expected. I wanted to stay, to make sure he didn’t do something reckless, but I couldn’t let Y/n down. Not tonight.

I sighed, running a hand over my face. “I’ll be back after dinner. Don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

He didn’t respond, just waved me off as he walked toward his car.

As I headed to my own car, the weight of everything pressed down on me. Nate was right, this wasn’t just about me anymore. If Vince found out about the attempted hit, there’d be hell to pay. And if Y/n’s family got even a hint of the world I was wrapped up in, things could fall apart before they even began.

Tonight wasn’t just a dinner, it was a balancing act. And one wrong step could send everything crashing down.

Y/n’s POV

The smell of garlic and rosemary filled the kitchen as I put the finishing touches on the roast chicken. Cooking wasn’t something I did often, but tonight felt special enough to make the effort. Mom had already filled Dad in on the whole boyfriend meeting the family situation, which saved me from the nerves of breaking the news myself. He didn’t say much when she told him, just gave a nod and asked what time dinner would be ready. Typical Dad.

At 6:15, I sent Chris a quick text:

“Hey, let me know when you’re on the way :)”

I set my phone on the counter and busied myself slicing vegetables for the side dish, trying not to obsess over every little detail. The table was already set, candles in the middle, the good silverware out, and plates that matched that's how much I wanted this to go smoothly.

By the time the clock read 6:30, my phone buzzed.

“On my way.”

I smiled, though a part of me couldn’t help but feel conflicted. My mind drifted back to what Willow had mentioned earlier about the funeral. Chris hadn’t told me about it. He was probably trying to protect me, but it stung a little, knowing he’d gone through such a heavy day without letting me in on it.

I couldn’t shake the guilt, either. Taking him away from Nate on a day like this felt wrong. It hit me then just how serious Chris must be about me. He was choosing to be here, despite everything else going on in his life. That realization made my chest tighten in a way I couldn’t quite explain.

Another buzz pulled me from my thoughts.

“Here.”

I grabbed a kitchen towel to wipe my hands and headed for the front door, my heart thumping a little harder with each step. I took a deep breath, opened it, and there he was, standing on the porch in a black button up shirt and dark jeans, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Hey” he said, a soft smile playing on his lips.

The sight of him took my breath away for a moment. He looked good, better than good, but his eyes were tired, a heaviness lingering behind them that I knew came from the day he’d had. But I don’t think this is the right time to say anything.

“Hi” I said, my voice catching slightly. I cleared my throat and stepped aside to let him in.

“These are for you.” he said, holding out the flowers.

They were simple, red roses. But something about the gesture made my heart flutter.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you” I said, taking them and stepping aside so he could come in.

“Smells amazing in here” he said as he walked into the hallway.

“I decided I’d cook tonight. Felt like the right occasion” I said, trying to sound casual as I led him toward the dining room.

Chris nodded, glancing around the house. “It’s nice. Feels.. homey.”

“It is..” I trailed off, before I started rambling. “Anyway, my parents are in the living room. Ready to meet them?”

He hesitated for half a second, but then he nodded. “Yeah. Let’s do this.”

I led him into the living room, where my parents were seated on the couch. Mom stood first, her warm smile instantly breaking the ice.

“You must be Chris” she said, stepping forward to shake his hand.

“Yes, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you” Chris said, his voice steady but polite.

Dad stood next, giving Chris a firm handshake and a nod. “Welcome to the house, son.”

“Thank you, sir.”

As they exchanged pleasantries, I caught a brief flicker of nervousness in Chris’s eyes. He was doing his best, but I could tell this wasn’t easy for him.

“Dinner’s ready” I announced, hoping to move things along. “Let’s eat.”

As we all headed to the table, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at Chris. He’d shown up for me today, even with everything he had going on. And as conflicted as I felt about some of it, one thing was clear, he was trying. For me.

Chris’ POV

By the time I pulled up outside Y/n’s house, my nerves were shot. It wasn’t just the day weighing on me, Danny’s funeral, the whispers, Nate’s rage, but the thought of sitting across from her parents, trying to fit into their polished world, made my stomach churn. I glanced at the flowers in the passenger seat, hoping they’d help me make a good first impression.

The house was cozy but big, sitting on a quiet street that screamed stability and comfort, two things I wasn’t exactly overflowing with. I stepped out of the car, straightened my shirt, and grabbed the flowers, making my way to the door.

Y/n opened the front door, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw me. She looked.. incredible, dressed casually but effortlessly perfect.

“Hey” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I held out the bouquet. “These are for you.”

Her smile widened, and she took the flowers, her fingers brushing mine for a second. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

I stepped inside, instantly hit by the smell of something amazing coming from the kitchen. “Smells incredible in here,” I said, trying to focus on anything other than how my pulse seemed to quicken every time I looked at her.

“I cooked tonight,” she said, leading me toward the dining room. “Figured it was a special occasion.”

“It definitely is,” I said, managing a small smile.

The living room was warm and inviting, her parents sitting on the couch as we walked in. Y/n introduced us, and I reached out to shake her mom’s hand first.

“You must be Chris,” her mom said, her smile kind but curious.

“Yes, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you,” I replied, feeling a little more at ease.

Her dad stood next, his handshake firm, his eyes sharper. “Welcome to the house, son.”

“Thank you, sir” I said, keeping my tone polite but not too stiff.

After a few minutes of pleasantries, Y/n led us all to the kitchen. The table was set perfectly, and the meal she’d made looked like something straight out of a cookbook. I sat down, feeling a little out of place at the polished table but determined not to show it.

The small talk started as we dug into the food. Her parents asked me the usual questions, where I grew up, what I liked to do, and I tried to answer as smoothly as I could. But the longer we talked, the more I couldn’t help but notice how put together they were. Everything about them, from the way they spoke to the way they carried themselves, screamed stability.

Meanwhile, I felt like a mess, a guy with a patchy past, walking on thin ice between two worlds.

“So” her dad said, setting his fork down and leaning forward slightly. “How did you two meet?”

I glanced at Y/n, and she smiled, stepping in to help me out.

“We met through mutual friends when we were fifteen” she explained. “We hung out a lot that summer, but then we just.. drifted apart.”

“Life happens” her mom said with a nod.

“Exactly” Y/n agreed, her gaze flicking to me as if to say you’re doing great.

And then her dad hit me with it – the question I’d been dreading all night.

“So, Chris” he said, his tone casual but pointed. “What do you do for work?”

For a moment, it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. I set my glass down carefully, trying to keep my expression neutral.

“I, uh..” I started searching for the right words, the ones that wouldn’t make me sound like a complete disaster.

But what could I say? The truth wasn’t exactly an option, not here. My mind raced, and I glanced at Y/n, hoping for a lifeline.

“Freelance” Y/n said, cutting in before I could respond.

The words hung in the air, and I felt my chest tighten. Ground, swallow me up. It was a good save, sure, but it also stung a little. She knew that was my go to line when I didn’t want to get into details about what I actually do.

“Oh?” Her mom’s eyes lit up with interest, leaning forward slightly. “What kind?”

“Social media marketing” Y/n answered quickly, a polite smile on her lips.

Social media marketing? Jesus Christ. From the man with zero social media presence? I could barely keep my Instagram alive, let alone manage someone else’s.

“That’s fascinating” her mom continued. “I’ve heard it’s a really lucrative field these days.”

“Yeah” I said, clearing my throat and forcing a nod. “It’s definitely.. something.”

I glanced at Y/n, who gave me a subtle look that said just go with it. I appreciated the save, but I couldn’t help feeling like a fish out of water.

Her dad, however, seemed less convinced. He raised an eyebrow, clearly about to ask a follow-up question. “Do you work with specific clients or more general campaigns?”

Before I could stammer out an answer, Y/n swooped in again. “He works on a project basis” she said smoothly. “It’s more flexible that way.”

Her mom smiled, nodding in approval. “That sounds perfect for someone your age. Flexible, creative, it must keep you busy!”

“Oh, yeah. Busy,” I said, forcing a chuckle and taking a long sip of water to hide the fact that I was absolutely dying inside.

The conversation shifted to something else, thank fuck, but I could barely focus. I felt like an imposter sitting at this pristine table, in this perfect house, with these perfect people. Y/n’s parents seemed like the kind of couple who’d had their lives mapped out from day one. Stable careers, a beautiful home, kids who followed the plan.

And then there was me. Barely holding it together, juggling one lie after another just to keep my head above water.

Y/n’s hand brushed against mine under the table, pulling me out of my thoughts. She gave me a small, reassuring squeeze, as if to say it’s okay.

I squeezed back, grateful for her in that moment. Even if I didn’t feel like I belonged here, she was my anchor. I just had to make it through tonight without screwing it all up.

Suddenly, I felt a buzz in my pocket. Crap. My phone.

Y/n clearly felt it too, her hand slipped off my leg, her warmth replaced by a flicker of tension.

It buzzed again. And again.

Each vibration felt louder than the last, rattling through me like an alarm. God, I should’ve just turned it off.

Y/n’s dad looked up from his glass of wine, raising an eyebrow. Her mom followed his gaze, giving me a polite, curious smile. “Popular tonight, aren’t you?” she joked.

“Sorry about that” I muttered, trying to play it off as casually as I could. “It’s nothing important.”

But it kept buzzing. Over and over.

I glanced at Y/n, and her expression had shifted ever so slightly. Not enough for her parents to notice, but enough for me to catch the flicker of suspicion in her eyes.

“Maybe you should check it” Y/n’s dad said, his tone friendly but firm, the kind of tone that wasn’t really a suggestion.

Y/n was already shaking her head, smiling to defuse the situation. “He doesn’t have to, Dad. It’s probably just work stuff.”

“Yeah, work.. It’s nothing urgent. I’ll deal with it later.”

Except the buzzing stopped… only to start up again a second later.

Damn it, whoever it is calling me.

Her dad leaned back in his chair, clearly skeptical. “Must be a busy night in social media marketing” he quipped.

Y/n shot me a look. A small, apologetic one, but it was enough to say you’re making this worse.

I forced a laugh. “You’d be surprised. Campaigns don’t stop, even for dinner.”

“Mm” her dad hummed, still unconvinced.

The buzzing finally stopped, and I let out a silent breath of relief. But the damage was done. I could feel the tension hanging in the air, subtle but heavy.

Y/n’s mom, ever the optimist, changed the subject, steering the conversation back toward lighter topics. But I caught Y/n’s glance again, and this time, it was harder to read.

What was she thinking? Was she mad? Annoyed? Or just worried?

I shifted in my seat, the guilt already clawing at me. The funeral, the whispers of a hit, Nate’s grief, all of it had been piling up in the back of my mind, and now it was bleeding into this moment, ruining the one chance I had to prove to her parents that I could be someone normal. Someone stable.

But normal and stable didn’t come with constant buzzing phones, or lies about jobs, or friends who might not survive the night.

As the conversation went on, I did my best to focus, to smile, to play along. But inside, all I could think about was the messages and calls I knew were waiting for me. And how, once again, the life I was trying so hard to build with Y/n was colliding with the one I couldn’t escape.

As we finished up dessert, I followed Y/n into the kitchen, insisting on helping her with the dishes. Her mom and dad moved to the living room, their voices carrying faintly as they settled into a more relaxed conversation.

I rinsed a plate under the warm stream of water, my mind replaying the awkward moment earlier at the table. “I’m sorry about that job thing” I said, keeping my voice low. “I didn’t mean to put you in that spot. It must’ve been awkward for you.”

Y/n glanced at me, her soft smile instantly putting me at ease. “It’s fine, Chris. Really. They like you, I can tell. Don’t overthink it.”

“I just.. I worry, you know?” I admitted, setting the plate in the drying rack. “They’re so put together, so sure of everything. And I’m just..” I trailed off, shrugging.

She dried her hands and reached out, her touch light against my arm. “You’re you.” she said simply. “And that’s more than enough for me. Trust me, they see that too.”

Her words settled something in me. I leaned down and kissed her gently, feeling the warmth of her reassurance seep into me. But just as the moment softened, I felt it again, the buzz in my pocket.

I pulled back slightly, my stomach knotting as I hoped she hadn’t noticed.

“I think I might need to use the bathroom” I said quickly, my voice steady even as my heart raced.

Y/n didn’t seem suspicious, just gesturing toward the stairs. “There’s one right under there” she said.

I nodded, giving her a small smile before making my way out of the kitchen. My steps felt heavier with every buzz I’d felt on my phone.

Once inside the bathroom, I locked the door and leaned against it, pulling out my phone with shaky hands. The screen was lit up with a mess of notifications, missed calls, unread messages, demands.

Nate:

"Where are you, man?" (47m ago) "We found out who tried to make a hit earlier on. Going to fuck him up." (43m ago)

Vince:"Need you to cover a run. Meet at Dock." (33m ago) "Big hits tonight. Need you now." (29m ago) "?" (22m ago) "You have 30 mins to get here." (3m ago)

Thirty minutes. I had thirty minutes to figure out how the hell to get to the docks without tearing everything apart.

I leaned against the sink, gripping the edge like it might steady me. My chest felt tight, and my mind raced. They didn’t just "ask" for things, especially not Vince. They demanded. And missing a demand didn’t come without consequences.

But this wasn’t just about me. If I bailed tonight, it wouldn’t just be me in trouble. Nate could be left dealing with the fallout alone.

I stared at the mirror. My reflection was a mess of worry and panic. I ran my hands through my hair, took a deep breath, and tried to figure out my next move.

I slipped back out of the bathroom, tucking my phone deep into my pocket like I could bury the problem there. Making my way into the kitchen, I found Y/n putting away plates. She looked so at ease, so normal. I hated how I was about to ruin that.

“Hey” I started, my voice low, “I’m not feeling great. I think I need to head home and sleep this off.”

She turned to me, frowning slightly. “Are you okay? You didn’t seem off earlier.”

“Yeah, it just hit me” I lied, forcing a small, apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to cut the night short.”

I could see the disappointment in her eyes, but she covered it quickly with a soft smile. “It’s okay” she said. “Dad’s already passed out in a food coma, so I doubt he’ll even notice.” She paused, searching my face. “You sure you’re okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just need some rest.”

She reached out, brushing her hand against my arm. “Alright. Go home and feel better, okay?”

I leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss, lingering just a moment longer than I should’ve. Part of me didn’t want to leave her, but I knew I had no choice.

I slipped into the living room to say goodbye to her mom, who was already halfway through a glass of wine. “Thanks for having me, Mrs. Y/l/n” I said, keeping my tone as polite as I could manage.

“Of course, Chris. See you soon!” she replied with a warm smile.

I walked out of the house, the cool night air hitting me like a slap. My chest felt heavy, but my feet moved fast. I wasn’t ready for this, none of it. Not Nate’s vengeance. Not Vince’s demands. Not the lies I was weaving into my time with Y/n.

As I got into my car, I stared at my phone again. Thirty minutes. Less, now.

I didn’t even start the engine before slamming my fist against the steering wheel.

“What the fuck am I doing?” I muttered to myself.

I had no answer. Only more questions, and no time to figure them out.

With a deep breath, I started the car and pulled onto the road. I wasn’t ready, but readiness didn’t matter anymore. It never did in this life.

a/n: its become more and more obvious to me that im shadow banned so i appreciate everyones interactions 🥲🥲

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[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : While Chris and Matt Sturniolo are live streaming, Chris starts getting playful and teasing messages from Y/N, who is just downstairs in his room. The messages grow increasingly flirtatious until Y/N finally tells Chris to come downstairs. Intrigued and eager, Chris leaves Matt and heads to his room, where he is greeted by Y/N for a private and intimate encounter.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞, watching as Matt and Chris banter and play games on the screen. I'm lying on Chris' bed, patiently waiting for them to wrap up their stream so I can have him all to myself. The room is dimly lit and the soft scent of Chris' cologne hangs in the air. I prop myself up on my elbow and continue to watch the screen, feeling a tingle of excitement at the thought of having some alone time with Chris soon.

The chat continues to fly by, filled with messages from fans and Chris' and Matt's reactions to them. As I watch the screen, I can't help but notice how good Chris looks, even through the pixilated video feed. His hair falls into his eyes as he laughs and his voice has a certain huskiness that I can't help but find sexy.

I switch from the twitch app to my messages, opening up Chris's chat. A smile spreads across my lips as I type out a message: “you look really good in black you know.”

I hit send and wait, feeling a flutter of anticipation. This live stream has been going on for a while now and I know Chris usually checks his phone during it.

I watch intently as Chris grabs his phone, undoubtedly to check for any new notifications. His eyes widen slightly as he sees the message from me, and a sly smile curves across his lips.

It's clear that he is trying to hold back a reaction for the livestream. His eyes dart around the room quickly, checking to see if Matt is paying attention.

I watch as Chris' fingers move quickly over the screen of his phone, typing out his reply: “you watching the live?”

He shoots a quick glance at the camera, making sure his facial expressions are in check. The subtle smirk on his lips betrays him though, revealing that he's excited to be texting me while on camera.

I quickly type back, my fingers moving almost as fast as my heartbeat: “yeah. you look good”

As I send the message, I can see Chris read it on the screen. He keeps his expression neutral, but I know he's feeling a rush of excitement.

My heart beats faster as an idea pops into my head. I decide to have a little fun with Chris, and type out a new message.

“can't stop thinking about you”

I hit send and watch, wondering how he'll respond with Matt right there next to him.

I can see the moment Chris reads my message. His eyes widen slightly and his lips part in surprise. He glances up at the camera, making sure that his expression doesn't give away what he's feeling.

He quickly types out a response, trying to keep it casual: “is that so?”

I grin as I type out a bold reply, feeling a rush of excitement at messing with Chris on camera.

“yeah, watching you right now is making me want to do things”

I send the message and watch as Chris reads it. His eyes widen, clearly surprised by my forwardness while he's on camera.

I watch as Chris reads my message, a mix of excitement and frustration playing across his handsome face. He quickly types out a message back, trying to maintain his cool.

“don't do this to me y/n”

He glances up at the camera, making sure his expression doesn't betray the effect my message is having on him.

I smirk as I read Chris' reply, feeling empowered by the effect I'm having on him. I type out another message, upping the ante even further:

“can't help but think of all the things I'd let you do to me rn”

I hit send and watch as Chris' eyes widen even more, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

Chris reads my message and lets out a low chuckle, clearly torn between wanting to respond to my flirting and having to keep up appearances on camera.

“behave yourself” he types back, his fingers flying over the keypad.

He glances up at the camera, realizing how close he is to losing his composure.

I grin as I see Chris' response. He's clearly struggling to keep his cool, but he's determined to maintain his public persona.

I can't resist sending one more message, determined to push him further:

“make me”

Chris reads my message and let's out a slow exhale, clearly struggling to keep his cool. It's clear that he's growing more turned on, but he's determined to maintain his composure with the livestream going on. His fingers fly over the keypad as he typess his response:

“you know I would, but I can't right now”

I can see the internal battle playing out across his face, his desire for me warring with his sense of responsibility to Matt and the stream.

I bite my lip as I start to type out a response, feeling a delicious sense of power over Chris.

“can't stop thinking about your lips on my skin”

I send the message and watch as Chris' eyes widen further, his composure starting to slip. His cheeks redden and his breaths become more shallow as he reads my message. He glances up at the camera again, hoping that his expression isn't betraying the effect I'm having on him.

I'm feeling bold now, knowing that I have Chris completely at my mercy. I type out another message, this one even more explicit than the last:

“imagining your hands all over me, touching me everywhere”

I hit send and watch as Chris' mouth falls open slightly, his eyes locked on the screen. He can't believe that I'm sending him these texts right now, with Matt sitting right next to him.

Matt suddenly pipes up, noticing that Chris is still staring at his phone. “Chris, get off your phone!”

Chris starts, looking up at Matt with a guilty expression. He quickly closes his phone and sets it aside, clearly embarrassed at getting caught by his brother.

He shoots a quick glance at the camera, a mix of frustration and desire in his eyes. He knows that I'm still able to see him through the screen.

Even though Chris isn't looking at his phone anymore, it keeps on vibrating in his pocket. With each buzz, he seems to grow more fidgety, clearly distracted by the dirty messages I'm sending him.

I can tell he's torn between wanting to read my messages and wanting to pay attention to the stream. I continue to send him text after text, describing in excruciating detail the things I want him to do to me. Every word feels like a challenge, testing his willpower and his commitment to staying on the stream.

As the stream goes on, Chris can't take it anymore. He reaches for his phone in his pocket and reads my most recent message:

“leave Matt and come downstairs for a bit please? I need you. now”

He reads the message, a mixture of desire and hesitation flashing across his face. He glances up at Matt, who is still focused on streaming, then back down at his phone. He doesn't want to just abandon the stream, but the lure of being with me is too strong.

Chris gets up and leans in close to Matt's ear, his voice dropping to a velvety whisper.

“I'll be right back.”

The viewers in the live chat go wild, clearly eager to see what's going to happen. Even Matt looks a little taken aback by Chris' tone.

Chris turns and walks out of Matt's room, making his way downstairs to his room. His steps are quick and purposeful, driven by the desire to be with me.

I look up from my phone as Chris enters the room, a smile spreading across my face at the sight of him. He looks flushed and flustered, his eyes darkened with desire. He closes the door behind him, shutting out the rest of the world and leaving us alone together.

Chris strides over to the bed and stands before me, his gaze burning with desire. He reaches down and cups my chin, tilting my face up towards him.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He murmurs, his voice low and husky.

Without another word, he pulls me into a deep and hot kiss, his lips claiming mine with a possessive intensity.

I moan softly as Chris kisses me, my body responding instantly to his touch. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as our mouths move together in a passionate dance. I can feel the heat of his desire, the need that he's been holding back during the livestream, finally breaking free.

As we kiss, my hands start to wander. I slide my hand under the hem of Chris' shirt, feeling the warm, hard muscles of his stomach. He inhales deeply at my touch, his skin prickling with goosebumps.

I run my fingers up and down his skin, tracing the planes of his abdomen and feeling his heart race under my touch.

As I explore his body with my hands, Chris can't hold back any longer. He takes control, gently pushing me back onto the bed and pinning me beneath him.

His body covers mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. He gazes down at me, his eyes smoldering with desire.

Chris gazes down at me, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“You just couldn't wait after the stream, could you?” He asks, his voice dripping with desire. “You just had to pull me away.”

He leans down and starts to trail kisses along my neck, his lips and tongue teasing my skin.

Chris kisses his way down my neck and pauses to murmur into my ear.

“Think about all the Chris girls on that live that can't see me right now because you wanted me here, with you, like this,” he says, his voice husky and seductive. He nips at my earlobe, making me shudder in response.

Chris pulls back slightly and looks down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Now I'm gonna give you what you wanted,” he whispers, “and you better stay quiet.”

He leans in and captures my mouth in another deep kiss, silencing any protests or moans that might escape me.

I kiss him back, unable to resist the pull of his lips on mine. My body is already thrumming with desire, every inch of me desperate for his touch.

His hands roam over my body, caressing and teasing, leaving trails of heat wherever he touches. I arch up into him, wanting more, needing more.

“You're so beautiful,” Chris murmurs against my mouth, his lips moving over my jaw and down my neck. “So perfect.”

His hands find the hem of my shirt and start to tug it upwards, his fingers skimming over my skin as he exposes more and more of me.

I shiver under his touch, the feel of his hands on my skin sending shivers down my spine. I lift my arms willingly as he pulls my shirt over my head, leaving my upper body bare.

He gazes down at me with something like worship in his eyes, his hands smoothing over my skin as if he's memorising the feel of me.

Chris leans down and starts to kiss and nip at my jaw, his lips trailing down my neck and to my collarbone. He sucks at the sensitive skin, leaving behind little love bites that make me gasp and moan.

His hands continue their exploration, caressing my skin and leaving a trail of fire wherever they go. As he reaches my chest, he pauses, looking up at me with a devilish grin.

I let out a whimper as Chris kisses his way down my chest, his tongue tracing a path over my sensitive skin.

“Chris,” I whisper, my voice almost a moan. “Please.”

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. He knows what I'm asking for, what I'm begging for, and he's in no hurry to give it to me.

“Patience,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “I know what you want, but I'm going to make you wait for it.”

He continues his exploration, his hands and lips caressing and teasing everywhere but the places I crave his touch the most.

I writhe beneath him, desperate for some kind of release. Every touch of his mouth, every drag of his fingers, is like a sweet torture, building the tension coiled deep inside me until I feel like I might explode.

“Chris, please,” I gasp, my voice ragged with need. “I can't take it anymore.”

He lifts his head and looks down at me, a smirk playing on his lips. He knows how desperate I am, how helpless beneath his touch I've become.

Chris leans back, his gaze traveling down my body to where my sweatpants and underwear sit on my hips. He reaches out and hooks his fingers into my waistband, his eyes fixed on mine.

“Lift up,” he instructs, his voice rough with desire. “Up.”

I shiver as his hands move over my skin, the cool air hitting me as my clothes are removed. I lie bare before him, completely at his mercy.

Chris's eyes roam over my body, taking in every inch of me. He looks like he wants to devour me, but he's holding himself back, determined to savor every moment.

He leans down once more, his lips and tongue trailing over my skin, leaving a path of fire in their wake. His hands move over my hips, gripping me tightly as he moves his mouth lower and lower, towards the place where I need him the most.

Chris's lips move from my stomach to my thighs, his mouth hot and wet against my skin. He nips and sucks at the sensitive flesh, leaving behind marks that I know will be there tomorrow.

Chris eagerly obliges, spreading my legs apart and burying his face between my thighs. His tongue expertly works on my most sensitive areas, eliciting moans and gasps from me. The heat in my body continues to build as the pleasure consumes me.

His fingers join his mouth, slowly pushing into me as his tongue swirls around my core. The dual sensation is almost too much to bear, and I find myself writhing beneath him, my hands gripping his hair tightly. The pressure inside me grows, coiling like a spring ready to snap.

“Oh god, Chris! Oh fuck!” I moan loudly, my voice echoing through the room as the pleasure becomes unbearable. My back arches off the bed, pushing my hips against his face as he eats me out with reckless abandon.

Chris pulls back just enough to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. “Shh, baby. Keep it down.” His fingers continue to work their magic inside me as he returns his mouth to my clit, silencing any further sounds I might make with his tongue.

I hold onto his hair tightly, my fingers tangled in the strands as I struggle to keep quiet. The pressure in my body builds to a breaking point, my thighs trembling against his ears as he eats me out. I bite my lip, trying to stifle my moans, but it's no use.

As I get closer to the edge, my thighs involuntarily clamp shut around his head. Chris simply grips my thighs firmer, his strong hands prying them apart once more. He lifts his head just enough to growl, “Keep them open for me,”

My heart races at his command, and I immediately comply. Chris's tongue returns to my clit, now wetter than ever. He teases me with every swipe of his tongue, driving me wild with pleasure. It's barely a minute before I'm on the brink again.

“Chris... Fuck...” I whimper, my voice strained. He knows I'm close. He grips my thighs harder, his fingers digging into my flesh as he intensifies his efforts. His fingers thrust inside me, curving upwards to hit that spot that makes my eyes roll back.

Chris lifts my legs and drapes them over his shoulders, opening me wider to him. With this new angle, his tongue and fingers delve even deeper, and I can't hold back any longer. My body convulses as a powerful wave of sensation washes over me. “Chris!”

My legs shake violently against his shoulders as my orgasm rips through me. Chris laps up my cream, devouring every last drop. He doesn't stop until I'm limp and spent, my thighs quivering like leaves in the wind. Finally, he pulls away, his face glistening with my juices.

Chris leans over me, his face inches from mine. He looks into my eyes with a mischievous glint, his breath warm against my lips. “You need to learn how to keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet,” he says, his voice low and commanding.

“Should I teach you how?”

I can't help myself. I reach up and pull Chris closer, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. My tongue darts out, tracing his bottom lip before delving into his mouth. “Please,”

I break the kiss to look up at Chris, my hands trembling as I reach for the hem of his shirt. I slowly lift it up, revealing his toned abdomen and chest. His skin is warm to the touch as I carefully remove the shirt, letting it fall to the floor.

I reach out and help him, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of his boxers as I pull them down. Chris steps out of them, standing before me in all his glory. His erect member stands tall, the tip glistening with precum. I swallow hard, my mouth watering at the sight.

Chris's voice is firm as he says, “On the floor, now.” I obey, sliding off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. He steps closer, his hand wrapping around his shaft as he begins to slowly stroke himself. “Open your mouth,” he commands.

I part my lips, my eyes fixed on his member as he guides it towards my mouth. He pushes the head past my lips, and I wrap my lips around the shaft, sucking gently as I look up at him. Chris groans, his hand still stroking himself as he watches me. “Good girl,”

He guides me, his hand on the back of my head as he slowly pushes more of his length into my mouth. I relax my jaw and take him deeper, the tip hitting the back of my throat. I gag a little but breathe through my nose and take more of him. “That's it, baby.”

Chris starts face-fucking me harder, his hands gripping my head as he holds me in place. I struggle to breathe, my nose pressed against his cock as he pounds my face. He pulls out just enough to growl, “Shut the fuck up,” before slamming back into my mouth.

Tears stream down my face as he silences me with his body, the sound of wet, gagging chokes filling the room. His pace quickens, his hips jackhammering as he hits the back of my throat over and over. “See how quiet you can be now?”

My eyes water, and spit dribbles down my chin as he ruthlessly face-fucks me. My arms flail, gripping his thighs for support as he destroys my mouth. The pressure in my head builds, and I feel lightheaded, but he doesn't stop. “Look at me,”

Chris hisses, his face contorted with pleasure as he stares down at me. I meet his gaze, tears clouding my vision as he continues to pound into my mouth. “So beautiful, taking it all so well. You're going to swallow every drop, understand?”

I nod, my nose pressed against his cock as he fucks my face brutally. He starts to thrust even harder, the head of his dick slamming against the back of my throat with each pump. I feel him swell, his balls tightening as he prepares to cum. “Fuck, I'm gonna—”

His body tenses for a moment before he erupts, the first spurt hitting the back of my throat. He groans, his entire body shuddering as he empties himself inside me. I struggle to swallow his cum, some escaping my lips and dribbling down my chin.

Chris slowly pulls out, his hand wiping the mess from my chin and smearing it across my lips. “Clean it up,” he growls, his eyes filled with satisfaction. I obediently lick my lips and suck his fingers clean, my gaze never leaving his face. “Good girl,” he praises.

Chris helps me back onto the bed, his hands gripping my thighs as he spreads my legs wide. He settles between them, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “Now, I'll give you what you wanted.”

“I'm going to fuck you so hard,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “You won't need to drag me back down here for a second round. I'll fuck you into oblivion, and you'll be too fucking exhausted to move.”

Chris thrusts forward, his cock filling me to the hilt. I cry out in pleasure as he begins to piston in and out of me, each stroke more intense than the last. His fingers dig into my hips as he takes what he wants.

My entire body quivers with each thrust, my back arching off the bed as he pounds into me. Each stroke sends a wave of pleasure crashing through me, my eyes fluttering closed as I succumb to the overwhelming sensations.

“Oh God, Chris,” I pant. “Don't stop.” His lips quirk upward in a smirk as he continues to pump his hips. The head of his cock rubs against my g-spot with each thrust, sending me spiraling deeper into bliss.

Chris drives his entire length inside me, bottoming out as his hips meet mine. He leans forward, his hands braced on either side of my head as he hovers above my face. His thumb reaches down between our joined bodies, expertly rubbing my swollen bud. “Look at me,” he demands.

“Stop...can't take it,” I gasp, my fingers tightening around his forearm as he continues to toy with my overstimulated nub. Tears stream down my cheeks, mixing with the sweat that beads on my skin. “Shh, baby. You can take it,” Chris murmurs.

Kissing my neck gently, Chris never misses a beat while thrusting his hips into me. His fingers continue to tease around my clit as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. Each circle of his fingertips brings me closer to the edge of pleasure.

Keeping his promise, Chris thrusts himself in and out of me with forceful passion. The headboard hits the wall as he picks up the pace. I cry out his name, digging my nails into his back as I feel every inch of him filling me completely.

Chris thrusts harder, panting heavily as he looks at me with a mix of lust and amusement. “Is this what you wanted? Wanted to be fucked like a slut who can't wait until I'm done interacting with my fans?” He growls.

“You couldn't wait, could you? Had to have me now,” Chris hisses, his voice thick with desire. “Well, baby, you're gonna get it. I'm gonna pound into you until you can't walk straight.” His hands grip my hips tightly as he continues to thrust into me.

Chris's hips slap against mine, our bodies slick with sweat. He fucks me like he promised, mercilessly and without restraint. His dirty talk only fuels my pleasure.

I moan as Chris pounds into me, my voice reverberating off the walls of the room. Suddenly, he covers my mouth with his hand, silencing me. His thrusts become even more relentless as he takes me hard and deep.

Tears of pleasure stream down my face as Chris fucks me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. He's so deep, hitting spots inside me that I never knew existed. My entire body shakes with each powerful thrust, his hand still covering my mouth to muffle my cries.

“You like that?” Chris grunts, his eyes locked onto mine as he continues to pound into me. “Can't scream, can't beg for more. You're helpless beneath me, taking everything I give you.” He growls possessively, his hips moving like a piston.

I nod frantically, unable to speak with Chris's hand covering my mouth. My pussy clenches around his cock as he continues to thrust deeply into me, each stroke driving me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

“Hopefully this teaches you patience,” Chris hisses, his hips slapping against mine. “Next time, you'll wait for me until I’m finished with whatever I’m doing, won't you?” His hand tightens over my mouth as he pounds into me harder, marking me as his. “Won't you?”

I whimper in agreement, my eyes rolling back as he continues to stretch and fill me. His face is inches from mine, his breath hot against my skin. “Good girl,” he praises darkly, his voice laced with dominance.

Chris removes his hand from my mouth, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me even closer. I cling to his back, my fingers digging into his skin as he continues to thrust into me with brutal intensity. My cries of passion fill the room, mingling with the sound of our bodies colliding.

Chris reaches up and grabs both my wrists, pinning my arms above my head. Our intertwined fingers grip the sheets tightly as he continues to pound into me, his hips driving forward in a relentless rhythm. I'm helpless beneath him, completely at his mercy now. “Keep your hands there,”

he commands, his voice strained with exertion. I nod frantically, my hands remaining pinned above my head as he fucks me senseless. The position forces me to arch my back, pushing my breasts further into his chest with each thrust. The head of his dick slamming against my cervix with each thrust. The pressure builds in my core, signaling an impending orgasm, but Chris shows no signs of slowing down.

Chris leans down and kisses me passionately, his tongue sliding against mine in a dance that mirrors its lower half's rhythm. The dual sensation of his kiss and the punishing thrusts of his hips is almost too much to bear. I gasp into his mouth as the pressure in my core becomes unbearable.

Chris whispers against my lips, “Cum with me, baby.” The words send me over the edge, and my orgasm crashes over me like a wave. I scream into his mouth as my walls clench around his dick, squeezing him tight as the pleasure consumes me.

Chris leans his head against my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin. “You did so good, baby,” he praises softly, his voice laced with affection. He continues to thrust into me slowly, drawing out the last remnants of our shared pleasure. “So. Damn. Good.”

Chris slowly pulls out, and a flood of liquid trickles down onto his bedsheets. He looks at the mess with a satisfied smirk. “Look at what you did to my bed,” he chuckles. “I'll clean it up later.”

Chris walks to the bathroom and returns with a warm, damp rag. He gently cleans me off, his touch tender as he wipes away the evidence of our passion. “There you go,” he murmurs, tossing the soiled cloth aside. “All clean.”

Chris gets up and changes back into his clothes, his movements calm and relaxed. He sits back on the bed “I should probably go back up now,” he says, standing up again.

I pout, wrapping my arms around myself as he prepares to leave. “You have to go back up there?” I ask sadly, wishing he could stay with me instead of returning to the live stream with Matt. He walks back to the bed and leans down to kiss me softly.

“I'm sorry, baby. I promise I'll make it up to you later,” he whispers, his hand cupping my cheek. “Matt's probably wondering where I am.” He kisses me once more before straightening up and heading for the door. “Stay in bed.”

After one last lingering look at me, Chris turns and heads out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

He takes a moment to compose himself, then heads back upstairs to Matt's room, silently praying that his brother won't notice the change in his appearance or demeanor.

As he enters Matt's room, Chris does his best to act nonchalant, trying to conceal the fact that he was just with me.

Matt looks up as he enters, his expression curious. “Where were you?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

Chris tries to act casual as he answers Matt's question, his mind still preoccupied bythoughts of what he just did with me.

“I was in the bathroom,” he replies, hoping that his voice doesn't betray his guilty conscience.

To cover his tracks, Chris decides to add a bit more detail to his story. “Then I got a bit hungry so I got a snack,” he says, hoping his excuses sound believable.

Chris sits back down in front of the camera, his mind still half-focused on me and the passion we'd just shared. He starts to read the chat, seeing that the viewers are all commenting on their excitement now that he's back.

He sees compliments and encouragement, everyone commenting on how they missed him and how glad they are that he's back.

He reads through the chat, replying to a few comments and trying to act casually while my scent still lingers on his clothes and skin.

It's hard to focus on the stream, his mind still consumed by thoughts of what just happened. But he tries his best to put on a good show for the viewers, laughing and joking with Matt like nothing unusual has happened.

Every so often, he glances up at the camera, wondering if anyone suspects how he's feeling. But the viewers are all too caught up in the stream to notice the slight flush of his cheeks or the way he keeps rubbing his neck.

I decide to join the live, curious to see how Chris is holding up after our earlier encounter.

As I watch the stream, I can see that Chris looks a little flushed and disheveled, his hair messier than usual and his clothes slightly askew. Despite this, he still looks incredibly attractive, the memory of our passionate moment written subtly across his face.

I watch the stream intently, my eyes fixed on Chris as rolls his head, his mouth falling open like if he was receiving head. Something about the sight of his exposed neck makes me shiver, and I can feel my desire starting to stir once more.

I quickly pull out my phone and type out a message: “god you look so good might have to go for a round two.”

After sending the message, I glance back up at the stream, watching as Chris's phone vibrates in his pocket. He reaches for it, pulling it out and seeing the notification from me.

His eyes widen in surprise, and he quickly scans the message, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He looks back up at the camera, trying to maintain his composure as he reads my message again.

He takes a moment to respond, typing out a message quickly but discreetly. “Don't tempt me,” he writes, his thumb hovering over the send button for a moment before pressing it.

I can't resist teasing him a bit more as I text back, my fingers flying across the screen. “Maybe the Chris girls can wait another few minutes, your main Chris girl needs that Chris dick badly.”

After reading my latest message, Chris chuckles and shakes his head, trying to keep his expression neutral so as not to arouse suspicion from Matt or the viewers. He quickly types out a response.

“I'll be down in a few minutes after we're done streaming, be patient baby.”

He sends the message and then puts his phone away, his mind now fully focused on the stream and trying to get through the remainder of it without letting on how eager he is to be with me again.



[adestayskz]

CASE 143 | HAN JISUNG

twenty-seven | i can explain…(written)

The sun, the sound of the waves, the holidays, the cocktails by the sea, the beach.

The vacation had finally started for L/n Y/n and she was feeling good.

She was with her friends, her small group of friends.

The group consisting of Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Minho and Han Jisung had not yet arrived.

She wished Minho had come with her but unfortunately, he had decided to come with his initial friends.

She only dreamed of one thing, to see him, to hug him, to kiss him.

But she knew she couldn't.

Because Han Jisung and Lee Minho were best friends and he wouldn't do anything if Jisung was around, he was way too respectful for that and his best friend was more important than everything else.

And to be honest, she didn't know how she was going to react when she will see Jisung, he broke her heart but damn, she still loved him and she knew it. She loved him so much, but she had caught feelings for Lee Minho too and it was killing her little by little.

But were the feelings she had for Minho were as strong as those she had for Han Jisung?

Even she didn't know it.

She felt so good, so safe in Minho's presence.

But she also felt so good with Jisung.

Her heart ached for both of them.

And she hoped Minho wasn't a band-aid.

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The rest of the boys had arrived and she was there, looking at the two boys in the distance talking to each other.

Lee Minho was handsome, so handsome. She often caught him looking at her, his eyes sparkling, filled with love and care.

And she wanted to run into his arms, kiss him and make love to him.

But her gaze fell on Han Jisung, who was already looking at her, a beer in his hand, the reflection of the sunset on his face and she felt her heart beat faster.

He gave her a slight smile, a blush rising to his cheeks.

She sighed, lost in thought, chewing on her food slowly.

How was she going to do it?

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Sitting on the bed she shared with Bahng Christopher, she was on her phone, Chris was outside with Han and the other boys.

L/n Y/n needed to be alone when she heard a knock at the door and it opened, Lee Minho's face appeared in her field of vision and she gave him a big smile, she got up and without really thinking, she went to him, pulled his arm so that he came into the room and placed her lips on his. He chuckled lightly, kissing her back, placing his hands on her waist.

« -I missed you, kitten..

-I missed you too, Min..»

He deepened the kiss, pushing her towards the bed, once she was lying on the mattress, he got on top of her, starting to touch her everywhere, exploring her body.

He was about to put one of his hands under the young woman's t-shirt when suddenly the door opened.

Y/n pushed Minho off of her, her eyes widening.

« -J-Jisung.. »

Han Jisung stood there, his eyes filling with tears.

« -W-What the hell..?»

His words were only whispers but in the heavy silence that had settled in the room, Y/n and Minho had heard him very clearly.

Minho slowly approached Jisung but he backed away.

« -Sungie..i-i can explain..

-So Y/n is the girl you love? Did you you fucking lied to my face, Minho?

-I didn’t mean to..I didn’t mean to f-fall in love with her..

-But you did! You fucking lied to me! Oh my god, I can’t believe you !»

Without waiting for a response, Han Jisung walked out of the room, heading straight outside to get some fresh air.

Lee Minho ran after him, grabbing his arm once outside.

But without expecting it, Jisung turned around and punched his best friend in the face.

Minho didn't say anything, because to him he deserved it.

Jisung pushed Minho, pearls of water running down his soft, pretty face.

« -What did I do to you? WHAT DID I DO TO YOU FOR YOU TO FUCKING BETRAY ME LIKE THAT?

-You did nothing, Hannie..

-LIAR ! I THOUGHT YOUR WERE MY BEST FRIEND! I WOULD NEVER HAVE DONE THAT TO YOU ! OR I WOULD HAVE AT LEAST TOLD YOU AND NEVER STEAL YOUR GIRL !»

Minho looked at him, his heart was beating very hard in his chest, he pursed his lips to avoid crying.

« -I-I TRUSTED YOU MINHO ! I TRUSTED YOU, FUCK !»

Hearing the screams, all the other boys came to see what was happening, Christopher approached Jisung.

« -It’s enough Hannie..let’s take a walk, yeah..? »

L/n Y/n walked outside, her eyes red.

« -Ji, baby..»

Han Jisung looked at her and shook his head, his breathing began to accelerate, his vision was blurred, he felt oppressed and he turned on his heel, leaving away from the two people who had betrayed him. Christopher followed him.

They walked in silence for a while, Jisung trying to calm his panic attack.

He stopped suddenly, turning to look at Bahng Christopher, his eyes red and swollen.

« -W-why did they do this to me, Channie..?»

His voice was breaking, as was his heart.

« -I think they grew closer to each other, Sungie..Minho didn’t mean to catch feelings for Y/n, but he did. I think he tried to fight it, for you, but..Y/n, she caught feelings for him too, and he couldn’t take it anymore..He loves you, but he wanted to be selfish for once.

And Y/n, I think she loves you too, she doesn’t know what to do, and you broke her heart, Hannie..So she went to him, but she loves both of you..»

Han Jisung broke down in the arms of Christopher, crying all his heart out.

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Lee Minho was crying his eyes out, his body was trembling, his heart was screaming in pain.

Y/n sat next to him, stroking his back.

« -You did nothing wrong, Min..

-I-I’ve lost him..»

And Lee Minho really hated himself right now, because he lost his best friend over a girl.

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The docks - 3

Today is our first HOT chapter! Sit down everyone. https://www.tumblr.com/elenasalvatore94/764842302237704192/the-interview-part-2?source=share (previous one)

The Monaco night was alive with the hum of distant motors and the scent of saltwater in the air. Chris stood at the edge of the docks, her nerves buzzing as she watched the gentle sway of the yachts under the moonlight. She still couldn't believe she had agreed to this - meeting Franco Colapinto in a private corner of the marina, alone. It was reckless. It was dangerous. And yet, the thrill of it was impossible to ignore.Her phone vibrated in her hand.

**Franco:** *I'm here.*

She looked up just in time to see him emerge from the shadows, his tall frame moving with a confidence that set her pulse racing. Dressed casually in a fitted black shirt and jeans, he looked every bit the cocky, young driver she'd expected. But there was something else too - a rawness, a hunger in his eyes that told her tonight would be anything but ordinary.

"Chris," he greeted, his voice smooth as he closed the distance between them. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

"Neither was I," she admitted, her voice low, almost breathless.

Franco stepped closer, his gaze locking onto hers with that same intensity that had thrown her off balance during their interview. The sexual chemistry between them was thick, palpable in the air around them. She could feel it in every glance, in the way he stood just a little too close, and in the way her body reacted instinctively to his presence. "What changed your mind?" he asked, his tone teasing, though his eyes burned with desire.

Chris crossed her arms, trying to keep some semblance of composure. "Curiosity, I guess. You're not like the other drivers."

Franco smirked, his green eyes glinting in the soft light of the marina. "That's because I don't play by the rules. I don't believe in them."

Chris swallowed hard, feeling the heat between them intensify with every word. "That much is obvious."

They stood there for a moment, the silence between them filled with unspoken tension. Franco took another step closer, his scent - a mix of salt and musk - filling her senses. He was so close now that she could feel the warmth of his body, and her resolve was quickly slipping.

"Do you always break the rules?" she asked, her voice more daring than she intended.

Franco's eyes darkened. "Only when the reward is worth it."

Chris felt a shiver run down her spine, her breath catching in her throat. She was playing a dangerous game, but damn it, she wanted to see how far it would go.

"You're sure of yourself," she said, her tone teasing, though her body betrayed her as she shifted closer to him.

He smiled, that cocky, infuriating smile that had first disarmed her during the interview. "Confidence is half the battle, don't you think?"

Her lips parted, but she couldn't think of a comeback. Franco's gaze flicked down to her mouth, and the space between them suddenly felt suffocating in the best way possible."You don't have to pretend with me, Chris," he said, his voice low, rough around the edges. "I can see it in your eyes."

"See what?"

"That you want this. You want me."

Chris's breath hitched, her pulse thundering in her ears. She could deny it, she could try to hold onto her professionalism, but what would be the point? The attraction between them was undeniable, and the more she tried to fight it, the more it consumed her.

"Maybe I do," she whispered, her voice betraying the lust building inside her. "But I'm not making this easy for you."

Franco's eyes flared with challenge, and his hand moved to her waist, pulling her in just enough for their bodies to graze each other. Her heart raced, her skin electrified by the contact.

"I don't want easy," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want you - exactly like this. The push and pull, the tension, the fire."

Chris could hardly breathe, every word sending a jolt of heat straight to her core. "Careful what you wish for."

He leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from hers. "I don't do careful."

The tease was unbearable, the closeness intoxicating. She wanted to kiss him, to close the distance and feel the full weight of his desire against her. But Franco wasn't about to make it that simple.

Instead, he brushed his lips lightly against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You drive me insane, you know that?"

Chris's body trembled at his words, her resolve crumbling. "You're not exactly easy to forget either."

Franco let out a low laugh, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes again. "Then stop trying to fight it."

Without another word, his mouth crashed into hers, capturing her in a kiss that was as fierce as the chemistry that had been building between them. Chris melted into him, her hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing hers with a wicked, deliberate slowness.

Franco's hands roamed her body, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Every touch sent a spark of desire through her, and she responded with equal intensity, letting herself get lost in the heat of the moment.

It wasn't just a kiss - it was a battle for control, each of them pushing and pulling, teasing and taking. Chris had never felt anything like it before. The raw, undeniable connection between them was overwhelming, like a force of nature that couldn't be ignored.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their hearts racing."You don't play fair," Chris said, her voice husky as she struggled to catch her breath.

Franco grinned, brushing a thumb over her swollen lower lip. "I told you, I don't believe in playing by the rules."

Chris laughed softly, feeling her walls come down more and more with each passing second. "What now?"

Franco's gaze flicked down to her lips again, and he smirked. "Now? I take you somewhere we can break the rules."

Her heart skipped a beat. "And where's that?"

"Let me show you."

Without waiting for her reply, Franco took her hand, leading her toward one of the sleek yachts docked nearby. The air between them buzzed with excitement, the promise of what was to come hanging thick in the night.

Chris knew she was stepping into dangerous territory, but she didn't care anymore. The tension between them was electric, the desire undeniable. And tonight, for the first time in a long time, she was ready to let go.

Whatever happened next, she knew one thing for sure: Franco Colapinto was going to be one hell of a ride.

Let's go?

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[unknvhx]

locked in

colliding fwb!chris yet again, continuing to wrestle the tension you can’t seem to shake.

four hours later, you stood on chris’ porch, your fist clenched tight as you glared at his door. the night air felt heavy against your skin, or maybe that was just the weight of your simmering frustration. you didn’t want to be here. you didn’t want to see him. but he had your keys, and there was no way she was giving him the satisfaction of leaving them behind.

the door swung open before you could knock, revealing chris, in his sweatpants, his usual cocky smirk firmly in place. his eyes dragged over you in that infuriating, lazy way that always made you want to slap him—or worse, made your heart beat in you pelvis. his eyes dragged over you with that lazy, infuriating air of superiority, like you were nothing but a small inconvenience to him.

“fuck” he drawled, leaning against the doorframe. “look who finally decided to show up.”

“shut the fuck,” you snapped, your voice sharp, as you brushed past him into the house.

you heard the soft click of the door closing behind you, and then the steady sound of his footsteps as he followed you into the living room. your boots clicked loudly on the hardwood floor, adding to the tension in the air.

“i just want my keys.”

chris shut the door with a soft thud, his smirk widening as he leaned against the wall, watching you with that same lazy amusement in his eyes.

“always so sweet to me,” he muttered, sarcasm thick in his voice.

You turned sharply to face him, your eyes flashing with irritation.

“maybe if you weren’t such an asshole, i’d be nicer.”

“maybe if you weren’t such a brat, i wouldn’t have to be,” he shot back, his tone mocking, as he took a step toward you. the space between you both felt charged, like the air was thick with some unspoken tension neither of you was willing to acknowledge.

you clenched your jaw, trying to keep your anger under control. “i don’t have time for this. just give me my damn keys.”

“they’re right there.” chris gestured nonchalantly toward the coffee table, but he didn’t move to step out of your way. instead, he planted himself in front of you, blocking your path with that familiar cocky grin.

“what’s the rush, ma? afraid of spending too much time alone with me?”

“get over yourself ,” you spat, voice dripping with contempt.

you shoved past him with as much force as you could muster, your heart pounding in your chest as you grabbed the keys from the table. you could feel his eyes on you, hot and burning as you bent down, and it only fueled the fire inside you.

“you’re so wound up,” Chris murmured, his voice low, mocking. “what happened to that mouth you had earlier? you seemed real confident when you told me to fuck off.”

you spun around, fists clenching at your sides, every muscle in your body tensing with fury.

“you’re unbelievable.”

“and you’re predictable.” his tone shifted, darkening, the playful smirk falling from his lips as he took another step toward you.

“you come here acting all high and mighty, but we both know how this ends.”

“don’t start,” you warned, though the slight tremble in your voice betrayed the edge you were trying to maintain.

chris chuckled, a low, guttural sound that rumbled in his chest as he closed the space between you. He was too close, too familiar. “you don’t want me to start?” his hand reached out, brushing against your hip in a way that was almost casual, but you knew better. his fingers curled around your waist, pulling you closer, and the rawness in his eyes only deepened.

“then why are you still standing here?”

“because you’re in my way,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

your breath caught in your throat, and you hated yourself for it. you hated the way your body responded to him, how it seemed to betray you in the worst way. you fought to hold your ground, but your pulse raced, betraying you.

he stepped aside, that smug grin still plastered on his face, pride radiated from him, his ego practically glowing with annoyance. he knew exactly what he was doing, and you, despite every ounce of resistance, knew you couldn’t walk away. you froze, caught in that moment, torn between what you wanted and what you knew you should do. your eyes flicker between the door and chris’ lips, still curled into that infuriating smirk.

“so, what are you waiting for?” he asks, his voice low and sharp.

your eyes snap back to his, but before you can even open your mouth to respond, he slams his lips into yours, fierce and demanding. the kiss was full of teeth and heat, raw and unrelenting. you let him take control, your hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his clothed back as your frustration and anger mingled in the kiss.

you stumbled backward, colliding with the couch, your bodies pressing together in a frantic tangle of limbs. his hands roamed over you, gripping your waist, sliding up your back, tangled in your hair as he pulled you down with him.

“i hate you,” you gasped, breathless, your body trembling.

“good,” he growled, biting down on your bottom lip hard enough to make you gasp.

“then stop pretending this is anything else.”

you didn’t stop, not even when your movements grew frantic and uncoordinated, when everything else seemed to blur. it wasn’t about affection. it wasn’t about love. but beneath the tension, there was something else, something faint, a flicker of something neither of you understood. neither of you could admit it, not yet, but it was there. you both let yourselves believe it was about dominance, proving a point.

as you and chris entangle on the couch, his strong hands grip your waist possessively, pulling you closer as he buries his face in your neck. his breath is hot against your skin, mingling with the scent of his cologne and the faint sheen of sweat that forms between your bodies. your hands roam over his muscular chest and abs, feeling the firmness beneath your fingertips. his lips trail along your collarbone, leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses. he unhooks your bra with a swift, practiced motion, tossing it aside carelessly.

you arch into him as he cups your breasts, thumbs circling your hardening nipples. he takes one into his mouth, suckling and nipping gently. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him flush against you, feeling his growing hardness through his jeans.

"still hate me?" he whispers against your lips, a cocky smirk playing across his face as he grinds into you. you nip at his bottom lip in response, digging your heels into his back. he chuckles darkly, one hand trailing down your stomach to the waistband of your pants.

“fuck you” you mutter, your words tangled in the heat of the kiss, as your body betrays the defiance in your voice.

"mouth's running again," he murmurs, hooking his fingers in your pants and slowly pulling them down. he tosses them aside, leaving you in just your underwear. he runs his hands over your thighs possessively, spreading them wider around his waist.

you can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against you, even through his jeans. You look up at him with lust-filled eyes, unbuckling his belt and slowly unbuttoning his jeans. He lifts his hips to help you pull them down, revealing his boxers. his boxers and your last layers of restraint are discarded in one smooth, seamless motion. he fills you in a single, intense thrust, leaving you breathless, the sudden fullness making you gasp. his hands lock onto your hips, holding you firmly as he sets a slow, deliberate pace, each movement deep and controlled.

‘’fuck, you’re so big,” you gasp, your words breaking between moans as your body slowly adjusts to him, each movement making you tremble.

chills shoot through your body as he hilts himself deep inside you. his pace quickens, each thrust pushing you deeper into the cushions, the friction exquisite between your bodies.

he leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "you can take it"

your fingers dig into his back, your nails raking down his skin as he picks up the pace. you wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust. he groans, his voice low and husky in your ear.

"fuck, you're so tight"

“you can take it,” your voice laced with a mocking edge, watching him with a challenging gaze, the air between us thick with tension. each word drips with defiance.

he growls, his eyes narrowing as he looks down at you. he wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling your legs up higher on his shoulders. he starts to thrust deeper, hitting spots inside you that make you arch your back.

you throw your head back, a loud moan escaping your lips as he hits a particularly deep spot. his hands grip your ass, lifting you up and slamming you down onto his lap. the sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room, mixed with your moans and his grunts. He leans back, pulling you with him, never breaking the rhythm. "ride me then’’

he murmurs, hooking his fingers in your pants and slowly pulling them down. he tosses them aside, leaving you in just your underwear. he runs his hands over your thighs possessively, spreading them wider around his waist.

you start to move, bouncing up and down on his lap, taking him deep inside you with each movement. he watches you, his eyes dark and intense, his hands guiding your hips. you feel his cock throbbing inside you, growing even harder with each roll of your hips. his control seems to slip as he surges forward, knocking you onto your back again. he pins your wrists above your head, looming over you with a fierce, hungry expression.

‘’fuck”

you gasp as he flips you over, the tight knot in your stomach twisting with each powerful thrust. your eyes roll back, your head tipping further as your hips instinctively arch into him, the intensity of every movement sending shockwaves through you.

‘’fuck, I’m close”

you breathe out, the words barely escaping as the pressure inside you builds, your body trembling with each deep thrust. the heat between you two intensifies, every movement pushing you closer to the edge. you skin feels electrified, every nerve alive with the sensation, and you can’t help but meet him with urgency, your hips grinding in sync, desperate for release.

he pounds into you relentlessly, his hips slapping against yours with each thrust. the headboard bangs against the wall, the sound echoing through the room. he releases one of your wrists to reach between your legs, rubbing your clit in harsh, rapid circles.

"come on, fucking soak my cock"

the words push you over the edge, and suddenly, your orgasm crashes through you, overwhelming your senses. your body trembles as the intense wave of pleasure rips through you, your bundle of nerves finally coming undone. your nails dig into his back, searching for something to hold onto as you shudder beneath him, breathless and caught in the aftermath. “shit,” you gasp, the pleasure still pulsing through your body as it slowly fades.

he continues to thrust through your orgasm, dragging it out as long as possible. feeling your walls clench around him, he loses control, slamming into you one last time before stilling, pouring himself into you. a primal sound escapes his throat as he collapses against your chest. "fuck."

when it was over, you both collapsed onto the couch, chest heaving, bodies slick with sweat, tangled together in the aftermath. you pushed yourself up, your limbs shaky as you reached for your discarded shirt. with a frustrated tug, you pulled it over your head, the motion sharp and irritated, as if the fabric couldn’t come fast enough to shield you from what just happened.

he pulls his shirt on, the fabric clinging to his sweat-slicked chest. he sits there, arm draped over the back of the couch, staring at nothing in particular. his mind is reeling, trying to make sense of the intensity of the moment.

“next time, don’t lose your keys,”

chris muttered, his voice low and rough, still laced with the remnants of tension. you glared at him, pulling the shirt over your head.

“next time, I’m not calling you.”

he smirked, leaning back into the cushions with that same infuriating ease. “sure, ma. whatever you say.”

you slammed the door behind you, but both of you knew the truth.

you’d be back.

wc: 2.8k

a/n: this is a continuation from texts with ★ fwb!chris. it’s abit long and my first ever smut piece so feedback and support would be greatly appreciated! thankyou so much for the likes and reblogs on the texts series!

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