#freshl6ve

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐝, lazily scrolling through my phone. Suddenly, a notification popped up on the top of my screen. It was a message from Chris.

Chris: I'm outside.

I made my way down the stairs of my loft home, a mixture of confusion and anticipation welling up inside me. As I approached the door, I pulled it open to reveal Chris leaning against his car, his hands buried in the pockets of his black hoodie and his signature chrome hearts beanie adorning his head.

I stepped outside, closing the door behind me before crossing my arms as a shiver went through my body due to the cold. I looked at him, surprise written all over my face.

“What are you doing here so late?” I inquired, my voice tinged with a hint of curiosity.

Chris flashed me a mischievous smirk, pulling out his brand new ID. Holding it out to show me, he proudly announced, “Wanted to surprise you.”

My eyes widened as I took in the sight of his newly acquired license, my mind struggling to process his words. “No. Fucking. Way,” I managed to sputter out in utter disbelief.

I couldn’t help but snatch his license card from his hands, my eyes fixated on the picture that stared back at me. The image of him was nothing short of captivating.

“You look so good, not even joking,” I managed to say, my words filled with a mix of admiration and a hint of flirtation.

Chris chuckled, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips as he observed my reaction to his newfound driving privileges. “You like what you see?” he teased, leaning back against the car lazily.

I rolled my eyes, trying to maintain my composure, even though the effect he had on me was undeniable. I raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance.

“As if you don’t know already,” I retorted, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth.

I handed his license back to him, our fingers brushing ever so slightly, causing a small flutter in my chest. He tucked it into his pocket before cocking his head towards the car, his eyes meeting mine in a silent command.

“Get in,” he said, his voice low and filled with a hint of mischief.

“And risk my life? No thanks, I need you to have at least a month of experience behind the wheel,” I quipped back, a playful glint in my eyes.

Chris chuckled at my playful remark, a mischievous gleam twinkling in his eyes. He pushed away from the car, stepping closer to me.

“Risk your life, huh?” he countered, his voice dripping with feigned offense. “I’ll have you know I’m a natural behind the wheel. It's like breathing for me.”

As I remained unconvinced, keeping my arms crossed across my chest, he took another step closer, his gaze locking with mine.

Chris leaned in, his eyes playful and persuasive. “C’mon, I know you're probably hungry. Let me take you out.” His voice had a hint of confidence, as if he knew his charms could sway my decision.

I gave in, the temptation of spending more time with him outweighing my initial attempt at resisting his charms. “Stay here, I’ll be back,” I told him, turning around and heading back into the house.

Quickly, I grabbed my phone and put on some decent shoes. I scurried through the house, turning off all the lights and locking the door behind me. As I turned around, I saw Chris standing near the car with the passenger door open, waiting for me with a smug smile on his face.

“How thoughtful of you,” I said, rolling my eyes lightly before making my way over. I couldn’t help but notice the way he smirked, clearly aware of the effect he had on me. I slid into the passenger seat, fastening my seatbelt as Chris closed the door.

He rounded the car and got into the driver’s seat, his every move exuding an effortless coolness. As he started the engine and drove away, I could feel the tension between us building.

The drive through the city was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of the engine and the occasional streetlamp passing by. I glanced over at Chris, admiring the way his hand gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles taut and firm.

My eyes darted from his hands to his profile, the soft glow of the dashboard illuminating his features. His gaze remained fixed on the road, but there was an intensity in his expression that made my heart beat just a bit faster.

Chris broke the silence, his voice cutting through the quiet ambiance inside the car. “What are you thinking to eat?” he asked, his eyes flickering towards me for a brief moment before returning to the road.

I shrugged, leaning back in my seat and trying to appear nonchalant despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “I’m not picky. Whatever you want is fine with me.”

As the car came to a stop at the red light, Chris took the opportunity to turn his attention to me. The soft glow of the traffic signal illuminated his face, casting a soft red hue across his features.

As our gazes met, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of heat flood my cheeks. There was something about the way the light accentuated the sharp angles of his face, making him look both dangerous and disarmingly handsome.

His eyes held mine captive, the depth of his stare causing my heart to skip a beat. Time seemed to slow down as we sat there, bathed in the soft red light, the outside world becoming nothing but a blur.

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, like he knew the effect he was having on me. The air inside the car suddenly felt charged, filled with anticipation and the undeniable chemistry between us.

The smirk on Chris’ face grew wider, his voice laced with a hint of mischief as he spoke. “I think I might have an idea what you want,” he said, the words hanging in the air between us.

My heart raced at his suggestive tone, my mind unable to form a coherent response. I swallowed, trying to maintain my composure, but the heat in my cheeks betrayed my attempt.

The light turned green, breaking the spell of our intense eye contact. Chris refocused his attention on the road, quickly but smoothly maneuvered through the intersection.

As he drove, following the directions in his mind, there was a sense of determination in his movements. I watched him from the passenger seat, marveling at the way he took control behind the wheel. The way he confidently navigated the streets made me both nervous and excited.

We finished our meal at the fast food restaurant, the laughter and conversation making the time fly by. As we stepped outside, the cool night air greeted us. Chris wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

His warmth radiated through me, a steady presence that made my heart flutter in my chest. We began walking towards the car, our bodies pressed together in comfortable proximity.

Chris led me to the passenger side of the car, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back. He stepped in front of me, opening the door with a smooth movement.

His presence was intoxicating, the way he effortlessly took charge both thrilling and nerve-wracking. As he held the door open for me, his eyes met mine with an intensity that made my cheeks flush.

“After you,” he said, his voice low and filled with a hint of huskiness that sent chills down my spine.

I smiled, thanking him quietly as I ducked into the car. The seat was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth that had been spreading through my body.

Chris closed the door behind me, the sound of the latch clicking into place final and somehow suggestive. I watched as he walked around the front of the car, his strides confident and purposeful. He climbed into the driver's seat moments later, his eyes flicking to mine before he started the engine once more.

Chris shifted the gears, his hand moving with practiced ease from reverse to drive. As he navigated the car out of the parking spot, his right arm slid over the headrest of my seat, the gesture casual yet possessive. I felt the heat of his body close to mine, the proximity both comforting and exhilarating.

Once we were out and on the road, he reached down, his hand finding mine. With a firm grip, he put my hand on the gear stick, his own hand covering mine on top.

The feeling of his skin against mine sent a jolt of electricity through me. The simple act of his hand covering mine was enough to make my heart race, the intimacy of the gesture palpable in the small confines of the car.

I dared a glance at his hand, the way his fingers enveloped mine, his thumb resting possessively on the top of my hand. I could feel the firmness of his grip, the subtle way his hand moved with the shifting of the gears, and the undeniable chemistry between us.

Chris stole a quick glance my way, his eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before focusing back on the road. A small, charming smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the expression both tender and mischievous.

He navigated the car through the dark streets, the only sound the hum of the engine and the occasional soft strains of the radio. I couldn't help but watch him as he drove, the concentrated expression on his face both endearing and undeniably attractive.

The car came to a stop in front of my house, the headlights casting a soft glow on the familiar facade. Chris parked neatly along the curbside, his eyes flickering towards me before he turned off the engine.

The silence in the car was heavy, charged with an unspoken tension that hung between us like a thick fog.

Chris leaned his head back against the headrest, letting out a low sigh. His gaze shifted towards me, his eyes heavy-lidded and filled with a hint of vulnerability.

“Thanks for joining me and being my first passenger,” he said, his voice a touch softer than usual. There was a mixture of gratitude and something else, perhaps a hint of something more, in his expression as he looked at me.

I could feel the weight of his words, the significance of me being his first passenger not lost on me. Despite the lightheartedness of his statement, there was an underlying sincerity in his tone that made my heart skip a beat.

“I had a good time,” I replied, my voice almost a whisper. “Your driving wasn’t as horrifying as I had initially expected.”

Chris chuckled, the sound low and resonant in the quiet car. He turned his gaze to the street outside the front window, the dim light of the night casting shadows across his face.

As he looked out, I took the opportunity to unabashedly admire his features. His strong jawline, the slight jut of his adam's apple as he swallowed, the way his hair fell over his forehead in a charmingly messy way—all of it drew me in like a magnet.

Chris turned his head to face me, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “Told you I’m not as bad,” he said, his tone dripping with self-assurance.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, though the effect was diminished by the smile I was trying to suppress. “Okay, Mr. Expert Driver,” I teased, raising an eyebrow.

I shot him a playful glare, unable to resist adding, “You’ve been driving for a day, don't get cocky now.”

Chris chuckled again, the sound sending a fluttering sensation through my chest. “Maybe so, but I’ve got a natural talent,” he quipped back, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Is that so?” I retorted, feigning skepticism. “So you’re saying you're the next professional racecar driver?”

Chris leaned towards me, a sly smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Maybe I should be,” he said, his voice dropping an octave, “given how fast I can get your heart racing.”

My breath hitched at his words, the double entendre not lost on me. He was flirting, and he knew he was good at it. I tried to keep my cool, but it was getting increasingly harder to do so.

“Cocky and smooth,” I shot back, my voice betraying a hint of the effect he was having on me. “That’s a dangerous combination.”

Chris leaned back in his seat, a nonchalant air about him, as if completely unaffected by our banter. “I prefer to think of it as confidence,” he retorted, a smirk still lingering on his lips.

He shifted in his seat slightly, turning to face me more directly. “Besides, a bit of danger isn’t so bad. Keeps things interesting, no?”

I mirrored his movement, facing him fully. His cocky attitude shouldn't have been as attractive as it was, yet there I was, melting under his gaze. “I suppose it does,” I agreed, trying to maintain a semblance of composure. “But I hope you know, cocky only gets you so far.”

Chris hummed, a low, noncommittal sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Mmm,” he acknowledged, his tone nonchalant, his eyes never leaving mine. The single sound was both dismissive and tantalizing, as if he knew the effect he was having and was enjoying it.

I couldn't resist studying his face for a few more seconds, the strong jaw, the slight stubble, the way his lips curled up lazily into a smirk.

Before I could second-guess myself, my body moved on its own accord. I leaned in, closing the gap between us, and pressed my lips against his in a firm, passionate kiss.

The kiss was soft, our mouths fitting together perfectly in a gentle, slow dance. My hand reached up, finding its way to the back of his neck, my fingers caressing the tender skin there as we pressed our bodies closer together.

Time seemed to stand still, the intense chemistry of the moment electrifying every nerve in my body. It was a kiss filled with both tenderness and hunger, a kiss that left me breathless and wanting more.

I pulled away just far enough that our lips were still close, our breaths mingling together in the small space between us. In a quiet, intimate whisper, I thanked him, “Thanks for not killing me today.”

Chris chuckled softly, the sound both amused and affectionate. He leaned a fraction closer, his gaze locked on mine as he responded in an equally hushed tone, “You’re welcome.” His eyes held a depth and intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

I reached over, quickly grabbing the keys from the ignition. Slipping them into my hoodie pocket, I couldn't suppress the sly grin on my face.

As I exited the car, Chris watched me, an amused and slightly intrigued expression on his face. I beckoned him with a subtle gesture, “C’mon.”

He chuckled softly, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he followed my lead out of the car and towards the house.

Chris followed me, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, a casual and relaxed aura about him. We walked up the pathway to my house, the sound of our footsteps on the paving stones punctuating the night’s silence.

As I fished inside my pocket for the key, I stole a quick glance over my shoulder. Chris was a few steps behind me, his eyes fixed on my every move, a soft smirk playing on his lips.

I unlocked the door, the familiar click of the lock releasing echoing through the entrance hall. Stepping inside, I moved to the side, letting Chris follow suit. He wasted no time in quickly closing the door behind us, locking it with a quick twist of the knob.

In a swift move, he spun me around, pressing me against the door. The action was unexpected, his body molding against mine in a way that was both possessive and thrilling.

My hands, acting on their own accord, slowly raised from my sides and found their way to his chest. I flattened my palms against the hard planes of his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. I continued upwards, tracing a path over his shoulders and finally wrapping around his neck.

My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer, drawing his body tighter against mine.

His tongue, demanding and urgent, invaded my mouth, mapping every contour and tasting every corner. I responded eagerly, my own tongue meeting his in a frenzied dance of desire. The kiss was intoxicating, a heady mix of heat and passion that left me dizzy and breathless.

He pushed his body flush against mine, his every movement driven by a primal need for more contact, more of me. My hands tugged on his hair, my body arching against his, seeking more of the sensations that were overwhelming my senses.

He broke away from the kiss, his lips moving to my neck, trailing a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses along my skin. The action sent shivers down my spine, a low moan escaping my lips as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin.

His hands began to roam, moving from my hips to slide over my sides and up towards my chest. His touch was possessive, his fingers tracing every curve and contour of my body.

Every touch, every kiss, sent a wave of pleasure coursing through my veins. My nails dug into his scalp, my fingers tightening in his hair as his lips traveled back up my neck to reclaim my mouth in another fervent kiss.

I could feel the evidence of his desire, the way his body pressed against mine, the firm muscles of his chest beneath my hands, the heat of his breath against my skin. It was both thrilling and overwhelming, a potent mixture that was driving me closer and closer to the edge.

Chris broke the kiss, his mouth hovering millimeters away from mine. His voice was a low, possessive growl, filled with a mix of command and desire.

“Jump.”

The single word sent a shiver down my spine, the order clear and definite. I didn't hesitate, my body obeying even before my mind had fully registered the command. I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist as my arms tightened around his neck.

As my legs encircled his waist, his hands slid down to support me beneath my thighs. He wasted no time in picking me up, the action effortless and seamless, as if my weight meant nothing to him.

With sure, steady strides, he carried me up the stairs and setting me down gently on the edge of the bed. I sat there, our breaths mingling together in the intimate space, feeling completely and utterly at his mercy.

Chris loomed over me, his body covering mine like a dark, possessive shadow. His lips ghosted over mine, a hint of a kiss without actually touching. I could feel his breath against my mouth, warm and ragged, a sign of his barely contained desire.

My hands found the hem of his hoodie, my fingers tugging at the fabric. I wanted it off, needed to feel his skin against mine, the barrier of clothing suddenly irritating.

My silent request was all he needed. He pulled back, breaking the torturous tease of almost-contact, and tugged the hoodie over his head in a quick, fluid motion. The garment hit the floor with a soft thump.

He was on me again instantly, his warm body pressing me down into the bed, his lips claiming mine in a deep, greedy kiss. There was a new urgency to his touch, a need that was nearly feral in its intensity.

Chris's hands moved quickly, finding the hem of my hoodie, fingers brushing against the bare skin of my stomach as he tugged it upwards. I lifted my arms, assisting him as he pulled the fabric over my head, discarding it carelessly.

He paused for a moment, his gaze roaming over my bare skin, taking in the sight of me in just my bra. His eyes darkened, a low rumble escaping his throat as he took in the view.

His lips found my neck again, trailing a path of kisses down my collarbone and across my chest. His hands explored my exposed skin, fingers tracing the curves and contours of my body with an almost reverent touch.

His mouth found the valley between my breasts, his tongue tasting the skin there, the heat of his breath against my sensitive flesh sending ripples of pleasure coursing through me. I arched under him, my body responding to his touch, my mind a tangle of desire and need.

Slowly, with a careful, deliberate motion, his fingers found the fastening of my bra, his knuckles brushing against the skin of my back as they worked to undo the clasp. I could feel the slight tension in the elastic give, the fabric loosening around my chest.

He pulled back for a brief moment, the bra falling away, baring my upper body fully to his gaze. His eyes scanned me, filled with a mixture of desire and admiration, before returning to my mouth, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss.

His lips moved from mine, trailing kisses down my neck before finally settling on the soft mound of my breast. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as his hand reached up to gently squeeze the other breast.

A soft moan escaped my lips as his skilled mouth worked its magic, sending waves of pleasure through my body. His stubble brushed against my tender skin, adding a tantalizing roughness to the experience.

I arched my back, pressing myself further into his touch as a whimper escaped my lips. “Chris,” I breathed out, his name a soft plea on my lips. His hand slid down my stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my sweats.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire and filled with a silent question. His fingers paused, waiting for my permission. I nodded, my breath hitching as I gave him the okay to continue.

With a low growl, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sweats and slowly pulled them down, revealing my black lace underwear to his hungry gaze. He leaned in, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs, his hot breath warming my skin as he spoke against me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against my thigh, his voice thick with desire. His hands gripped my hips as he nuzzled closer, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the edge of my underwear.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, slowly dragging them down my legs. He tossed them onto the floor, leaving me bared to him completely. He looked up at me, his eyes drinking in the sight of my naked form.

“God, you’re breathtaking,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. Without breaking eye contact, his hands trailed up my legs, gently parting them. I could feel the heat building between my thighs as his fingers danced closer. My breathing became shallow anticipation, anticipation of his touch...

With deliberate slowness, he leaned in, his breath ghosting across my most sensitive spot. He kept his eyes locked with mine as one finger gently traced my core, gathering my wetness. I whimpered at the contact, my hips instinctively moving to meet his touch.

Lowering his head, he pressed a soft, warm kiss right where I needed it most. I gasped at the sensation, my fingers threading through his hair as I held him closer. His tongue joined the dance, exploring every inch of me with skilled precision.

As he licked and sucked at my pussy, my hand slowly reached out, my fingers threading through his hair. He obliged, wrapping his arms around my legs and lifting them over his shoulders, opening me up even further to his hungry mouth.

His skilled tongue worked magic, swirling around my clit and then dipping lower to explore my folds. I moaned loudly, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving me. My hips grinding against his mouth as he brought me closer and closer to the edge

His fingers joined his mouth, sliding in and out of me as his tongue continued its torture on my swollen bud. He curled his fingers upwards, hitting that spot inside me that drove me wild. I was writhing on the bed, my legs trembling on his shoulders. “Chris!”

He added another finger, scissoring them inside me as his thumb found my g-spot. He pumped his fingers in and out, his hand making squelching noises against my arousal.

“You like that? My hand inside you?” He asked, his voice muffled against my core. He curled his fingers again, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars.

“Tell me what you need, baby. Should I keep going?” His tongue flicked out against my clit while his fingers continued their relentless pace. He wanted my words, my surrender. “Tell me...” whispers against my sensitive flesh “Should I make you cum, ma?”

“Yes!” I cried out, my back arching off the bed. “Please, Chris! Make me cum! I need it so bad!” My voice was high and desperate, my body writhing with pleasure. He groaned against me, the vibrations sending me over the edge.

His fingers stilled inside me, his tongue pausing its torture on my swollen bud. “Not like this,” he growled, his voice hoarse. “I want it on my face, but I need it on my cock more.” He lifted my legs off his shoulders and positioned himself between them.

He hovered above me, both hands next to each side of my head, supporting his weight. Leaning down, he captured my lips with his own, letting me taste myself on him. My hands slowly slid up his neck, then down his sides, and pushing up his black shirt.

He assisted me, grabbing the shirt from behind and pulling it off over his head. His messy hair fell back into place, sticking up in every direction. He tossed the shirt aside and kissed me again, his arms wrapping around me to hold me in place. His chest pressed against mine, warm and hard.

His kiss grew more insistent, his hands roaming over my back possessively as I sneakily moved my hands between his waistband and boxers. My fingers brushed against his lower abdomen before wrapping around his hard length through the thin fabric of his boxers.

A low moan escaped his lips as my hands touched his most intimate area. His stomach jerked back at the light contact, his boxers tenting out noticeably. His voice was muffled against my mouth, “Fuck, ma.” He groaned.

His hips bucked slightly, seeking more friction from my touch. His hands tightened on my waist, gripping me possessively. He pulled back from the kiss, panting heavily. “You keep touching me like that and I won't last long,” he warned, his eyes dark with desire.

Quickly standing up, he looked down at me with hunger in his eyes. I sat up, my hands trembling slightly as I reached for the button of his pants. He watched every movement with intense focus, his breath catching as I slowly undid the button and pulled down the zipper.

The sound of the zipper filled the room as it slid down, revealing his boxers straining against the newfound space. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles turning white as he fought the urge to touch me or guide my hands. “Y/N...” he growled, voice strained.

I looked up at him through my lashes, biting my lower lip as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Slowly, torturously slow, I pulled them down, freeing his large, hardened cock.

“Fuck...” he muttered under his breath, his jaw clenched tight. His hands finally moved, one tangling in my hair while the other gripped my shoulder. “You’re killing me...” His voice was rough, barely more than a growl. His cock twitched as if begging for my touch.

I gently wrapped my hand around his shaft, stroking slowly as he watched with heavy-lidded eyes. His hips twitched at the contact, seeking more. “Y/N...” he whispered, his voice laced with need. “I want...”

“I know what you want,” I whispered back, maintaining my slow pace on his length. “But tell me anyway.” I leaned forward, grazing my lips against the base of his cock, just teasing. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, hear you moan around me... Fuck, just the thought has me leaking.” His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me closer.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, his voice firm. “Stick out your tongue.” I did as he asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes. His hips bucked forward, slapping his length against my cheek. “Tease...”

“That's my good girl,” he praised huskily, sliding the head of his cock across my lips. “Now, take me in. Just the tip first.” His free hand moved to cup my chin, tilting my head up as he slowly pushed his hips forward. “Eyes on me,”

I stared up at him, my eyes locked on his as he gently pushed the tip of his cock past my lips. He let out a shaky breath, his fingers digging into my chin as he held me in place. “Fuck, you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth...”

“Can you take a little more?” He asked, his voice strained. “Open your mouth wider, ma. Chin down.” He guided my head down, pushing his hips forward to slip in another inch. His thumbs stroked my cheeks as he looked down at me with loving eyes.

I nodded, opening my mouth as wide as I could and tucking my chin down to allow him more room. He groaned at the improved fit, his cock sliding deeper into my mouth. I felt him hit the back of my throat, his hips pressing gently against my face as he settled into the new position.

He let out a soft groan, his eyes rolling back slightly. “That's it, baby. So fucking good.” He pulled his hips back, only to push forward again, slowly fucking my mouth.

His head fell back, exposing his neck as he let out a deep moan. His hand in my hair became more insistent, guiding my movements as I blew him. The sound of wet sucking filled the room, mixed with his strained gasps. “Yes... just like that... fuck...”

His whole body shuddered as I wrapped my hands around his base, stroking and twisting as I bobbed my head. My spit dripped down his shaft as I slurped noisily. He cried out, his hips jerking forward as he tried to thrust into my hand and mouth.

“Shit... Y/N...” His voice was trembling. “You're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that...” His fingers tightened in my hair, but didn't force me to stop. Instead, he started thrusting into my mouth with urgency, chasing his release.

Tears streamed down my face as he fucked my mouth hard, the thick head of his cock hitting the back of my throat repeatedly. I gagged and choked, my hands pressing weakly against his hip bones, trying to slow him down. I gagged and choked, my vision starting to blur as he used me like a dirty toy. “Fuck... look at you...”

“God, your eyes... so pretty and watery. Taking my cock like such a good girl.” He slowed down slightly, caressing my cheek with his thumb while keeping my head steady. “Can you handle more?” His voice was ragged, clearly fighting his need to dominate my mouth completely.

I managed to nod, despite my tears and the feeling of my throat being stuffed full. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading and glazed over with tears and saliva. He smiled, his thumb wiping away a tear before he started fucking my mouth again, this time even harder and faster than before.

“Shit...” he gasped, one hand tangling in my hair while the other moved to support his weight against the wall. “Your fucking mouth... it's perfect...” His pace became more erratic, his moans growing louder as he neared his release.

He roared out his pleasure, his hot seed erupting into my mouth, dripping down my chin and onto my chest. As he pulled out, a gurgling sound escaped my lips along with a soft “guh” noise as I tried to breathe around his massive load.

Chris quickly grabbed a shirt and started wiping my face clean, trying to remove the excess cum. “Here, ma. Spit it out into the shirt.” He held the shirt out to me, but instead of following his instructions, I swallowed the remaining load, my throat working to gulp it down.

Chris let out a soft chuckle as he tossed the shirt aside, his eyes shining with pride and affection. He grabbed my chin, turning my face up to look at him. “You're amazing” He leaned down and kissed me deeply before pushing me back down on the bed, hovering over me with a satisfied grin.

He pulled back slightly, his lips barely grazing mine as he stared into my eyes with intense concern. “Are you sure about this? We can stop here if you want. I don't want to push you too far...”

“I want this,” I begged, my voice shaking with desperation. “I want you. I want to feel all of you.” I couldn't handle it anymore. Ever since he got behind the wheel, I'd been wet thinking about how he drove, and how fucking hot he looked doing it.

“Okay. If it gets to be too much, just say ‘stop’ and I'll pull back right away.” He leaned in to kiss me gently, his hands roaming over my body possessively.

His lips trailed down my neck, leaving hot, wet kisses that made me moan softly. In my mind, I knew there was no way I'd need him to stop—I wanted every inch of him, every touch, every kiss. There's no going back now.

Chris sat up, reaching for his pants that were on the floor to dig out his wallet. He started rummaging through it, looking for the condom he knew he had in there. But before he could find it, I reached out and gently grasped his forearm, stopping him.

“You don't need that,” I said softly, looking up at him through my lashes. “I'm on the pill.” I gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, letting him know it was okay to be inside me bare. The thought of feeling him skin-to-skin sent shivers down my spine.

He smirked mischievously, throwing his wallet and pants onto the floor. “You truly are an angel,” he murmured against my lips before kissing me harshly, his hands roaming over my body possessively as he positioned himself between my thighs.

He slowly lowered himself down, positioning himself at my entrance. He looked into my eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, he slowly pushed forward, stretching me open as he entered inch by inch, filling me completely.

I could feel my nails digging into his back as he slowly thrust into me. His bodyweight was just enough to leave me boneless and vulnerable as he moved against me. “You feel...” he gasped, his forehead resting against mine. “Fuck, you feel perfect.”

He remained still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size. His arms shook with the effort of holding himself up, but he didn't move a muscle, letting me set the pace. “Take your time, baby,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “I'm not going anywhere.”

A deep moan escaped my lips as my body slowly adjusted to his size, stretching around him perfectly. The slight discomfort was quickly overshadowed by pure pleasure. I could feel every inch of him, filling me completely.

“Move,” I begged, my hands grasping at his back desperately. I needed him to move, to start thrusting inside me and making me forget about everything except the feeling of him buried deep within me. Chris obliged, pulling back slowly before slamming back into me, setting a punishing pace that had me seeing stars.

The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room as he thrust into me again and again, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. My fingers raked down his back, leaving red marks as I urged him on. “Faster,” I gasped, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist.

He complied with my plea, his arms flexing as he held himself up, giving him leverage to thrust faster and deeper. The new angle had him driving into me even deeper, the head of his cock kissing my cervix with each powerful thrust. The bed creaked beneath us from the force of his movements. “Don't stop,”

His hands planted firmly on the bed beside my head, he looked down at me as I removed my hands from his back and slid them up his chest, over his shoulders, and one around his neck, pulling him down into a deep, bruising kiss. He broke away briefly to pant,

“Hold on, baby,” he growled before wrapping an arm around my waist and flipping us over so that I was on top. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he guided my movements, helping me bounce on his cock.

I braced myself against his chest, using his defined pecs for leverage as I began to move on top of him. His hands guided my hips in a smooth rhythm as we settled into a steady pace. His eyes watched me intently, dark with desire as I rode him, taking control.

“Fuck...” he moaned deeply, pressing his head back into the pillow. The sensation of me moving on top of him, taking charge and driving him wild, was almost too much. His hands gripped my hips harder, urging me to move faster, deeper, showing no signs of letting up.

Chris’ chest heaved as he panted heavily, his mouth hanging open. His eyes fluttered shut and then opened again, heavy-lidded and unfocused. He was losing himself in the feeling of me, his body tensing and relaxing with each thrust.

“Atta girl,” he praised between ragged breaths, watching me intently. “Just like that, baby. Fuck, you’re so perfect.” His words spurred me on, making me move faster and harder. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, punctuated by his encouraging words.

I could feel his grip on my hips tightening with each thrust. I pressed hot kisses along his jawline, moving down to his neck, marking him as my own. With each bite and suck, his moans grew louder, more desperate.

He sat up, pulling me closer to him, his arms wrapping around my waist, one hand splayed on my back possessively. His face nuzzled into my neck, his hands holding me in place as he continued to talk me through it, his voice low and ragged.

As I arched my back as he nuzzled into my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along my skin. His arms tightened around me possessively, his hands splayed wide on my back. He hummed contentedly, his words a low mumble against my neck.

I tugged his hair possessively, he looked at me with a yearning expression, his gaze filled with love and desire. He allowed me to pull him into a passionate kiss, his tongue meeting mine aggressively.

My moans grew louder as Chris’ hands gripped my hips, speeding up his thrusts to a frantic pace. The friction was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots inside me. I broke the kiss, throwing my head back in ecstasy as he pounded into me, his hands guiding my movements.

“Chris... fuck, right there... harder...” My nails dug into his shoulders as he moved faster, hitting deep within me. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I couldn't help but let out a steady stream of moans. “Fuck, yes!”

Chris quickly stood up, lifting me off his lap and setting me down on the bed. He didn't even pause, immediately pushing back inside me and resuming his frantic pace. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide as he pounded into me with reckless abandon, the bed creaking beneath us.

“AAAGH! CHRIS! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” My screams of pleasure filled the room, echoing off the walls. I was lost in the intense sensation, my body trembling and convulsing with each brutal thrust. The bed shook violently, the headboard slamming against the wall with every bounce.

“Take it, baby. Take every fucking inch of my cock,” Chris growled, his voice hoarse and breathless. “I'm gonna fill you up so fucking full. You're gonna be feeling me for days.”

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight. So fucking perfect. I'm gonna fucking explode inside you. You’re gonna be my little cum dump, and no one else is ever gonna touch you again.” He gripped my throat, squeezing lightly as he spoke, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

As he spoke, his grip on my throat tightened slightly, causing my eyes to roll back in my head. The combination of his words, the pressure on my neck, and the relentless pounding of his cock inside me sent me spiraling into oblivion.

In that moment, my mind was racing with thoughts of how unexpected this was—my best friend, who i’ve known for years was now fucking me raw and primal. The way he handled me, possessed me, was beyond anything I could have imagined.

My boldness had led me right here, spread out beneath him as he took me with a ferocity I never knew he had. And God, did it feel good. Better than good. It felt right. My best friend, the one person I trusted more than anyone else, was fucking me raw and primal, and I was loving every second of it. Like this was where I was always meant to be.

“Look at you taking my cock like such a good girl. You never would've guessed I could fuck you this good, huh?” he whispered darkly against my ear, as if reading my mind. His pace quickened, hitting that perfect spot inside me that made my eyes roll back again.

“Fuck, who knew you'd feel this perfect around my cock? All these years, being patient, waiting for you to see me... and here we are. Screwing like beasts. Look at you, taking me bare, moaning my name like it's your new favorite prayer.” he continued to whisper against my ear.

My legs began to shake uncontrollably as Chris's pace became more intense, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep inside me. The familiar warmth started low in my stomach, spreading quickly through my entire body. “Oh... Chris... I'm going to...”

Just as I was about to scream my climax, Chris leaned his head against mine, his breath hot against my ear. “Cum with me, baby,” he whispered, his hand pressing down on my stomach, feeling himself hitting my cervix with every thrust.

“CHRIS!” I screamed, nails digging into his back as my orgasm tore through me. The sensation of his bare cock pulsing inside me pushed me over the edge, and I shattered completely, wrapping my legs tight around him.

Chris threw his head back with a loud groan, his mouth open in a silent scream as he came inside me. The moonlight from the small window reflected off his sweaty body as he poured himself into me, his hips jerking with each wave of pleasure. “Mmm fuck,”

Chris collapsed gently onto my chest, trying to catch his breath. His hair, damp with sweat, fell over his forehead as he looked down at me, his eyes still intense from our passionate moment. The moonlight streaming in from the window seemed to kiss his skin, illuminating his sweaty chest and highlighting his defined muscles.

“Been holding back that for years,” he panted softly, pressing a gentle kiss to my collarbone. “Couldn't help myself tonight.” he chuckled.

Chris hovered over me, his arms trembling slightly from exertion as he looked down at my face. I reached up, my hand wrapping around the back of his neck, and pulled him down into a deep, passionate kiss. When we finally broke apart, I smiled up at him, my heart racing. “Well, it was worth the wait,”

“Worth the wait?” Chris traced my jawline with his thumb, a playful smirk forming on his lips. “You mean getting my drivers licenses was the key to finally getting in your pants?” He leaned down to brush his lips against mine again.

“Because we both know,” he added in a husky whisper against my lips, “you were absolutely soaked the entire drive, just watching me handle that steering wheel...” His smirk grew wider as he noticed the flush creeping across my cheeks. “And now I get to handle you just the same way..”

Chris pulled me into a slow, deep kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine as he held me close. The kiss was gentle but passionate, filled with a newfound intimacy that left me breathless and craving more.

As we pulled away from the kiss, I smiled up at him teasingly. “There could've been other ways to get into my pants,” I said, my voice playful. Chris's eyes lit up with curiosity. “Like what?” He asked, leaning back on his elbows, clearly eager to hear my suggestions.

“Well,” I began, tracing my fingers down his chest, “you could have just been yourself—the charming, funny, incredibly sexy man I've been crushing on for years.” I leaned in closer, “Or you could have just…” I whispered in his ear,

“Just what?” he teased, his breath tickling my ear as he leaned closer. I smiled against his neck, my heart skipping a beat at his closeness. “Or just show up to my door some random night, and I would have let you in.”

Chris chuckled, a warm, satisfied sound that sent shivers down my spine. “So you're saying my charm alone would have been enough?” he asked, his hand slowly sliding down my side.

“I don't have very high standards when it comes to you,” I admitted, turning my head to press a soft kiss to his neck. “You could have just woken me up in the middle of the night, and I would have let you in, let you do whatever you wanted to me...”

His breath hitched at my words, and he nuzzled closer, his lips finding my earlobe. “Maybe I should have tried that,” he murmured, his voice low and hungry. “But then again, watching you squirm in the passenger seat was quite enjoyable too.”

Chris settled back against the pillow, pulling me tight against his chest. I rested my head over his heart, listening to its steady rhythm while absently tracing patterns on his chest. “Comfortable?” he asked softly, one hand moving to stroke my hair.

“Mhm,” I hummed contentedly, snuggling closer and throwing a leg over his hips. “I could stay like this forever.” I yawned, my eyelids growing heavy as the day's events caught up with me. Chris's chest vibrated with a soft chuckle.

In the quiet of the room, our breaths slowly synchronized as we drifted off to sleep, limbs entwined and hearts beating in harmony. The night was cool, but Chris's warmth kept me perfectly cozy. As consciousness slipped away, I knew this was only the beginning of something wonderful.

A/N: never getting over the fact that chris has his drivers licenses now, more stories of him driving in the future for sure!!

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SturnioloSzn's Tumblr Recap 24'

I saw @sweetshuga do her recap, and it inspired me to do one (thank uu, pretty), even though I'm insanely new to tumblr lmfaooo.

I joined tumblr in early October, but I didn't post anything on my account. Then, on the 12th of Oct, I posted my first oneshot, and since then, I've posted 11 oneshots and 2 (veryyyyy) mini series.

Somehow, one of my silly stories has nearly 1.5k notes, and I'm still baffled to this day. I'm so thankful for all the support I've received since literally day 1. Thank you again for 400 followers; that's actually mental. When I first joined, I neverrrrr expected to have this many people even notice me, let alone follow me.

I think my writing is incredibly average, and there's really nothing special about it, but some of the comments I receive under my posts make me seem like I'm Shakespeare lmfaoooo, and I am so grateful for all the love. I have previously said that I do just write for fun, but nevertheless, I'd love to practice writing more and post better content. (But if you haven't noticed that english isn't my first language, then I'd say I'm not doing too bad, lmaoo).

I've been in a shitty place mentally in these past few days, but I'm gonna try push thru and get more stuff out. Sorry if I take a while, bare w me. 😭

That's abt it! I haven't been here long, but hopefully, next year, I'll have a mile long list of things to recap.

My goals for next yr are pretty basic, but they include: posting more frequently, being more involved in the community, making more friends/mutuals, and getting better at writing!

Also, here are some ppl who I think r insanely underrated n defo deserve more praise than they receive because they are v talented:

~ @sweetshuga / @mattsmedusa

~ @chestersturniolo / @chestersturnz

~ @y3sterdaysproblem

~ @stvrnioloslvt

~ @freshl6ve

~ @sagesturns

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⋆˚࿔ chris 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[ oneshots ]

chris’s brothers catch him and sunshine!reader making out. (secretlocket)

cockwarming during movie. (sturnioz)

fingering you during movie night. (sturnioz)

summer smash quickie. (freshl6ve)

sleepover. (issysh3ll)

[ fuckboy!chris ]

climb through my window. (sturnsrecord)

[ fratboy!chris ]

fratboy!chris hates to see rich!reader leave, but he loves to watch her go. (cvnntagious)

[ rapper!chris ]

rapper!chris x singer!reader headcannons. (chrissturnsfav)

[cyberl6ve]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 !

Hello! I’m Ghost! I write for myself and would love to share my stories with you guys!

I also edit!! : @ freshl6ve on tiktok!

I HAVE A ONE-SHOT ACCOUNT : @freshl6ve !!

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 & 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐄 !

MY BOOKS: I usually write books that are full with smut but trust there is fluff in my books as well!

SCHEDULE: Don’t really have a schedule, I just write when ever but I get bad writers block so please give me some time for a new chapter!

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 !

➥ Chris Sturniolo

➥ Matt Sturniolo

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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄

⭑.ᐟ : “𝐘/𝐍!” 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭’𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, and I could hear the frustration in his tone. “I need your help in here, and I need it now.”

I walked up the stairs, heading towards the bathroom and I was met with the sight of Matt, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, with Nick and Chris trying to apply the black eye paint.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of them struggling, and I leaned against the doorway, crossing my arms.“Having some trouble there?”

Matt glanced my way, a mixture of relief and annoyance on his face. “You have no idea,” he grumbled. “These idiots can’t seem to get this right to save their lives.”

Nick shot Matt an offended look, while Chris just rolled his eyes. “Hey, we’re doing our best, okay?” Nick retorted. “It’s not as easy as it looks.”

I chuckled at their bickering and stepped forward, saying, “Okay, you two, wash your hands. I’ll take it from here.” Nick and Chris reluctantly complied, washing their hands in the sink while I moved towards Matt, studying his face.

As I hovered over him sitting on the edge of the bathtub, I couldn’t help but tease him. “You need to give them a little credit. They weren’t that bad.” He shot me a sidelong glare, clearly not amused. “Yeah, right. They made me look like I got into a fight with a raccoon.”

I stifled a laugh, trying to maintain a serious expression. “Well, at least now we know that raccoon makeup isn’t your look. Stick to Batman.” He grumbled, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Just get on with it, will you?”

I chuckled again and began to apply the eye makeup, carefully coating his lids with the black paint. As I worked, we fell into a comfortable silence, my fingers gently tracing his face. Our proximity was electric, the bathroom suddenly feeling smaller and more intimate.

I could feel his gaze on me, studying me as I focused on my task. Time seemed to slow as I finished the first eye and moved on to the second. Every touch of my fingers against his skin sent a jolt through me, the atmosphere thick with undeniable tension.

My back had started to ache from leaning over for so long, and the subtle shifting was giving it away. Matt, noticing my discomfort, whispered to me. “Sit on my lap, baby, you’ve been on your feet long enough.”

My breath hitched slightly at his casual use of the pet name, but I complied, my legs straddling his lap as I continued to apply the paint. From this position, I was even closer to him, our faces almost touching. His breath was warm against my skin and sent shivers down my spine.

As I continued applying the paint, I could feel Matt’s hands slowly making their way around my waist. He gripped me firmly, holding me in place so I didn’t fall backwards. The warmth of his touch sent sparks shooting through me, and I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate.

I finished applying the paint and stepped back, taking a moment to admire my work. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. “Nick,” I called out, “do you have a small towel you don’t use?”

Nick’s voice echoed from his room as he responded, “Yeah, there should be one in the cabinet next to the tub!” I nodded and opened up the cabinet, rummaging through it until I found a small, unused towel.

As I returned to Matt, I settled back into his lap, the towel in my hand. I began to gently rub off the excess of the black eye paint, making sure to leave a faint, lighter shade. The process was slow and intimate, our faces close together once again.

“There all done,” I breathed, getting off his lap and gesturing for him to look in the mirror.

He stood up and moved to the mirror, studying his reflection. The black paint around his eyes accentuated the sharp angles of his face, making him look every bit the dark and mysterious Batman. He turned to me, a satisfied grin on his face.

He stepped towards me, his arms encircling my waist. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a slow, passionate kiss.

The world around us faded away as he deepened the kiss, his hands pulling me even closer to him. The tenderness behind the kiss left me breathless and weak at the knees.

Just as I was completely lost in the kiss, the moment was interrupted by the sound of Nick’s voice. “Alright, get a room,” he teased, standing in the doorway. Matt pulled away, a mischievous grin on his face, still holding me close to him.

Nick stepped closer to take a better look at Matt, studying the final product. “You did an amazing job, Y/N,” he admitted, a hint of surprise in his voice.

I smiled at the compliment, feeling a sense of pride in my work. “Thanks,” I replied. “I’m just glad it turned out alright.”

Just as the conversation died down, Chris burst into the room. “The party is almost about to start, we should all get going!” he exclaimed, a sense of urgency in his voice.

We all shared a collective groan at the interruption, the moment of peace shattered by Chris’s announcement. “Yeah, yeah, we’re coming,” Matt muttering, reluctantly releasing me from his arms.

As we all made our way downstairs and through the hallway, Matt veered off to his room, retrieving his car keys from his bedside dresser. He then caught up with the rest of us in the garage, where we filed into his car in a chaotic and haphazard manner.

Matt climbed into the driver’s seat, and I scooted into the passenger seat beside him. The other two filed into the back, jostling and laughing with one another as they buckled their seatbelts.

Matt flicked a button on the visor and the garage door slowly creaked open, revealing the night. He reversed out of the garage and pulled away, the engine purring. I leaned back in my seat, the streetlights flashing through the windows as we made our way to the house where the party was being hosted.

The car came to a stop at a red light, and Matt took the opportunity to glance over at me. His hand found its way to my thigh, resting there in a possessive yet tender gesture. The touch sent a rush of heat through me, my heart skipping a beat.

Matt returned his gaze to the road, his expression a picture of nonchalance. His hand, however, remained on my thigh, his fingers tracing small, lazy circles on my skin, as if he was completely unaware of the effect his touch was having on me.

I could feel myself growing flushed, the warmth of his hand on my thigh sending tingles through my body. As the light turned green and we resumed driving, I wondered if he was intentionally trying to get a reaction out of me, or if he was truly oblivious to the way his touch was affecting me.

We pulled up in front of the house, the sound of music and laughter pouring out of the open windows. The parking lot was already filled with a few cars, a sign that we weren’t the only ones who were fashionably late. I unbuckled my seatbelt and gave one last glance at Matt, who removed his hand from my thigh and gave me a sly smirk.

We all exited the car, the cool night air a welcome relief after being cramped in the vehicle. As we made our way to the front door, Matt reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers together. His grip was firm and confident, and I found myself feeling a sense of comfort from his gentle touch.

Together, we followed the others into the party, the noise and energy of the room washing over us. The house was packed to the brim with people dressed in all sorts of elaborate costumes, the scent of cheap cologne and alcohol hanging in the air.

We wandered through the crowded room, and several people stopped us to compliment our matching costumes. Matt, in his Batman costume, and I, dressed as Catwoman, drew plenty of stares and admiring glances.

Throughout the entire night, I had been by Matt's side at all times. He wasn't one for parties; he much preferred the comfort of his own home and his own company. But tonight, he was putting up with the loud music and the rowdy atmosphere because he wanted to be with me.

Every time someone attempted to pull him away to chat or join a game, he would politely decline, his hand finding its way back to mine, or wrapping around my waist, as if to silently assert that his focus was on me and no one else.

I stood quietly next to Matt who was currently engaged in conversation with Chris, Nick, and a few other friends. They were all clustered together, laughing and joking. His hand held mine firmly, his thumb idly tracing patterns on my skin.

I noticed that instead of alcohol like most others were drinking, Matt had opted for a red solo cup filled with soda or water. He never was one to drink at these kinds of events.

As the conversation continued, I leaned into Matt's side, listening in on the banter. His free arm instinctively wrapped around my shoulders, drawing me closer to him. Occasionally, he would chime in or laugh at a joke, but for the most part, he seemed content just to have me by his side.

My head was slightly fuzzy from the couple of drinks I'd had, and the loud music and laughter around me had heightened my desire to be closer to Matt. I leaned in, my body pressing against his as I whispered into his ear. “Dance with me,” I pleaded, my words slightly slurred but laced with a seductive edge.

“Not now, baby,” Matt whispered back, his voice calm and nonchalant. He gave my waist a gentle squeeze before continuing his conversation with the others.

A pang of slight disappointment shot through me, a mixture of the alcohol in my system and my desire to be closer to him.

I positioned myself in front of Matt, my back pressed against his chest. I rocked my hips, moving my body against his, the fabric of our clothing rubbing against each other. Matt's arm instinctively found its way around my waist, his hand resting on my hip.

He continued to talk with the group as if nothing was happening, sipping casually from his cup. His expression remained calm and nonchalant, although the heat of my body against his was impossible to ignore.

I continued to move against him, each gyration of my hips a silent plea for his attention. But Matt maintained his cool composure, his conversations with the group never faltering. The tension between us was palpable, but he stubbornly refused to give any indication of it to the rest of the world.

Matt's breath hitched, and a low moan escaped him, the sound lost among the music and laughter. He leaned down, his lips close to my ear as he whispered, “Behave yourself, baby.” His voice was low and rough, a hint of warning and desire threading through it.

Despite his words, his grip on my hip tightened. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, contrasting with his outward nonchalance. The mixture of his proximity and the alcohol in my system was making it increasingly difficult to ‘behave myself’.

I turned to look up at him, my eyes roaming over his features. His dark, tousled hair, the sharp angles of his face emphasised by the eye paint, the way his baggy clothes made me want to take them off and explore what’s underneath them — all of it made him even more attractive. I leaned in close, my breath against his skin.

I pressed myself against him, my body flush against his. “Can we go home?” I whispered into his ear, my voice low and sultry. The music and the noise from the party faded into the background as I focused on the feel of his body against mine.

Matt chuckled lowly, his grip on me tightening. His voice was a low husky tone when he replied, “Can’t control yourself, can you?” He lowered his head further, his lips close to my ear. “Patience, baby. We’ll leave soon.”

Matt’s lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, trailing kisses along the column of my throat. As he did, I threaded my fingers through his hair, my touch both reverent and desperate. Our bodies swayed in rhythm with the music, the movements almost languid as we clung to each other.

Matt continued his ministrations, his lips lavishing kisses upon my neck and jaw. His free hand, the one holding the cup, gripped it tightly, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to maintain his composure. Each sway of our bodies brought us closer together, the air around us thick with a heady mix of desire and suppressed tension.

We were suddenly interrupted by a bright flash of light, the camera of Chris's phone capturing our intimate moment. I heard him calling out, “Get a room!”

Matt lifted his head from where it had been buried in the crook of my neck, his smirk visible even in the dim light. He gave Chris a casual salute, unperturbed by the invasion of our privacy.

I twisted in his arms, my face now facing his. I looked up into his eyes, my own pleading and earnest. “Please,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the music. “Let's go home.” My hands gripped his costume, using the fabric to pull myself up closer to him, our bodies flush against each other.

Matt gazed down at me, his eyes softening slightly at the needy expression on my face. He leaned down, his lips brushing gently against mine in a quick, affectionate peck. “Okay,” he murmured against my mouth. “We'll go.”

Matt reached down and intertwined his fingers with mine. He shot a glance at Nick and Chris, the two of them seemingly unfazed by our need to leave, their eyes already returning to their various conversations.

“We’re heading home,” Matt announced, his voice just loud enough to be heard above the noise. “Get an Uber or call me when you want a ride back.” With that, we began to make our way towards the front door.

Matt led the way, his firm grip on my hand guiding me through the crowd. As we navigated the sea of bodies, he pushed his way through, making sure to keep me close.

The cool air hit us as soon as we stepped outside, a welcome relief from the stifling heat and noise of the party. Matt didn’t stop, continuing to lead me to where he’d parked the car.

Matt opened the passenger door for me, ushering me into the seat before closing it behind me. He then walked around to the driver’s side, sliding in and turning the car on.

The familiar hum of the engine filled the silence, the quiet only interrupted by the soft music from the radio and the sound of his breathing. As we started heading home, the warm glow of the streetlights illuminated his features, each passing second bringing us closer to our destination.

I watched him drive, my eyes tracing the lines of his face, particularly the area around his eyes where the black paint outlined them. The way his focus was solely on the road, his hands firm on the wheel, the way his body moved as he shifted gears, was like a silent taunt, fueling the heat already building within me.

I tried to act nonchalant, keeping my hands still in my lap, but my thighs pressed together involuntarily, a silent plea that he could likely see.

I reached down, grabbing his right hand from the wheel, and pulled it up to my thigh. His eyes flicked towards me, a hint of surprise on his face. “Baby, what are you doing?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I bit my lip, shifting slightly in my seat, the need building within me. “Touch me,” I pleaded, my voice low and breathy. He glanced over at me, his gaze lingering on my face. “We’re almost home,” he replied, his tone firm but laced with a hint of restraint.

I could see the internal battle playing out in his eyes, the struggle between his own desire and his determination to wait until we were home. His hand remained stationary on my thigh, but his fingers flexed slightly, a small sign of his weakening resolve.

“Please,” I repeated, my voice almost a whisper. My own self-control was slipping, and I knew that if he didn’t give me what I needed soon, I would snap. “I can’t wait that long.”

He chuckled, the sound dark and raspy. “You’ll have to,” he responded, his eyes never leaving the road. “We’ll be home soon.”

I huffed, frustrated by his unyielding stubbornness. I continued to cling to his hand, the contact grounding me but doing nothing to soothe the fire burning within.

The car ride felt like an eternity, each second passing by in agonizing slowness. I fidgeted in my seat, my thighs clenching and unclenching beneath his hand, my body silently begging for him to do something, anything, to relieve the tension that was coiling tighter with each passing mile.

Matt continued to drive, his face calm and collected, as if he knew exactly the effect he was having on me. His fingers moved slightly against my thigh, the light caress just enough to tease but not satisfy.

The car pulled into the garage, the door closing behind us with a soft click. Matt switched off the ignition, the sudden quiet feeling almost deafening.

He looked over at me, the faint light of the garage illuminating the planes of his face. His eyes raked over me, taking in my state: the way my breathing was ragged, the way my body was tense, the way I was practically squirming in my seat.

Matt got out of the car first, his movements fluid as he stood up. He closed the door behind him, the thud echoing in the silent garage.

I followed suit, stumbling slightly as I got out of the passenger seat. My legs felt weak, my body thrumming with pent-up desire. I closed the door, my eyes never leaving him as he made his way around the car towards me.

Matt grabbed my hand and tugged me forward, his grip firm and urgent. As soon as we were inside he led me quickly upstairs, my feet barely touching the steps as he practically dragged me along.

Once we reached the top, he pushed me against the wall in front of the staircase, his body pinning me in place. His breath was ragged, his eyes dark with need.

The house was cloaked in shadow, the only light coming from the glow of the moon filtering in through the kitchen window. It cast a soft, silvery glow over the room, creating an intimate ambiance.

Matt pressed closer to me, his body flush against mine. His hands roamed across my skin, leaving a trail of heat and gooseflesh. “You’re so needy,” he murmured, his lips against my ear. “So desperate for my touch.”

Matt's mouth moved over my collarbone, his lips trailing a path to my ear. “You couldn’t even wait until we got home for me to touch you,” he whispered, his voice rough and low. “You were all up on me, grinding against me at the party.”

His hands gripped my waist tighter, his fingers digging into my skin. “So desperate for my attention,” he continued. “So impatient for my touch.”

His words, combined with his hands on my body, sent shivers down my spine, a heat pooling in my core. Matt's proximity was intoxicating, his body and words making it impossible to think straight.

I whimpered softly, my head tilting back against the wall, exposing my neck to him. Matt immediately latched onto the exposed skin, kissing and biting lightly. “You need it, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice husky. “You need me to touch you, to take you.”

Matt's lips moved along my neck, the words low and commanding. “Will you behave if I give you what you want?” he murmured against my skin, his hands still gripping my waist tightly.

I nodded, my breath hitching as his teeth grazed my pulse point. “Yes, god, yes. I’ll behave,” I breathed, my words a desperate plea.

Matt pulled back slightly, his face close to mine. He studied my expression for a moment before murmuring, “Good,” and kissing my deeply.

His lips on mine were everything I’d been craving. The world condensed to the feeling of his mouth moving against mine, the taste of him overwhelming my senses.

Matt’s hands on my waist pulled me closer, his body pressing against me. He deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing against my lips, seeking entrance. I willingly obliged, our mouths moving in a familiar dance, a symphony of desire and need. My hands moved to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft locks as our bodies entwined.

As we pulled apart for a moment, Matt’s voice was low and commanding. “Jump,” he whispered, his hands sliding down to the back of my thighs, urging me up. On instinct, I obeyed, leaping up and wrapping my legs around his waist as he picked me up with ease.

He held me tightly, my body cradled against him as he turned, pinning me against the wall. His mouth returned to mine, kissing me with a renewed intensity, our bodies pressed closely together. The sound of our breathy gasps echoed through the dark house, the atmosphere charged with the need for each other.

Matt’s hands held my thighs securely, his fingers digging into my skin slightly. He held me in place, my back against the wall, as he kissed me fervently. The heat of his body against mine was almost overwhelming, every touch and movement stoking the fire within me.

With ease, Matt carried me down the hallway, his footsteps barely making a sound. I held onto him tightly, trusting him to guide us to his bedroom. As we reached the door, he nudged it open, carrying me inside and kicking it shut behind us.

Matt gently set me down on the bed, the darkness of the room creating an intimate ambiance. He stepped back, slowly removing his sweater and, piece by piece, shedding his clothes.

I watched as Matt removed his clothes, my hands reaching out to help him. My fingers grazed his skin, undressing him slowly, the gesture both sensual and reverent.

His eyes never left mine as I undressed him, the intensity of his gaze making my heart race. As each piece of fabric fell away, leaving him completely bare in front of me, I could feel my desire growing, my fingers lingering on his skin as though committing his form to memory.

The faint light from the moonlight filtering underneath the blinds illuminated him, his form slightly silhouetted. The shadows played across his features, highlighting the strong lines of his physique. The world was fuzzy and out of focus, my eyes focused solely on him, the rest of the room a blur.

I knelt before him, my movements slow and intentional. My hands reached out, tracing over his hips and down to his thighs, my eyes never leaving his. I could see the desire in his eyes, the way they darkened with anticipation.

My hands trembled slightly as they reached the waistband of his remaining clothing, my fingers teasing at the fabric as I prepared to remove it. My breathing was shallow, my own anticipation building with each passing second.

I felt his hand on mine, guiding it slightly, a silent indication of his permission. I took a deep breath, my heart beating wildly, and slowly started to pull down his remaining clothes, exposing him fully to me.

My eyes widened slightly as I took in the sight of him, bare and vulnerable before me. I reached out, tentatively, my fingers brushing against his soft skin. He let out a slow breath, his body relaxing under my touch.

Emboldened, I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling his warmth. He moaned softly, his hips bucking forward slightly. I looked up at him, seeking approval. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of pure pleasure.

I began to move my hand slowly, exploring the silky smoothness of his skin and the hardness beneath. His breathing hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“That's it,” Matt encouraged, his voice low and husky. “Just like that. You're doing so well.” His hand covered mine, guiding my movements to speed up and tighten my grip. “A little harder now,”

I followed Matt’s instructions, my hand moving faster and tighter around him. He let out a loud groan, his hips jerking forward eagerly. Pre-cum dripped from the tip, making my hand slick.

“Can I…?” I asked hesitantly, looking up at him. He opened his eyes, the heat in them making me blush. “Can you what?” he asked, his voice barely audible. “Can I… taste you?” I managed to stammer out, my face flushing crimson.

Matt's face softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “No need to ask, baby,” he murmured. “Whatever you want, it's yours. Come here...” He guided my head down, his hand tangling in my hair. “Open up for me...”

I parted my lips, my tongue darting out to lick away the bead of pre-cum at his tip. He shuddered, his fingers tightening in my hair. Encouraged, I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth as I began to suck.

Matt let out a low groan, his body tensing. “Relax your throat, baby,” he instructed, his voice strained. “You don’t have to take all of me, just follow your instincts.”

I did as he said, relaxing my throat and taking him deeper. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat and I swallowed around him, my nose pressing against his pelvis. He cried out, his grip on my hair tightening.

“Pull back, baby,” Matt gasped out, his voice hoarse. “Not gonna last if you keep doing that...” I pulled back, my cheeks hollowed as I sucked hard. He let out a string of curse words, his hips jerking forward. “Shit, Stop, Y/N...”

I ignored his plea, instead bobbing my head faster, my hands tightening on his thighs. I could feel his muscles tensing beneath my touch, his breath hitching in his chest. “Y/N...” he panted, his voice a warning. “I’m gonna...”

His words trailed off into a moan as he spilled into my mouth, his body convulsing. I swallowed every drop, my hands continuing to pump his shaft until he was spent. I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and looking up at him with a satisfied smile.

I stood up slowly, my lips meeting his in a deep, passionate kiss. He tasted like salt and sweetness, and I couldn't get enough. Our tongues danced together, our hearts pounding in unison.

Matt's hands grasped my waist, slowly pushing me backwards onto the bed. I fell back with a soft gasp, my breath hitching as he hovered over me, his muscular arms braced on either side of my head. His blue eyes bored into mine, filled with unspoken promises.

His head dipped down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of my neck. He kissed and sucked, his hands reaching for the zipper of my catwoman costume. The sound of the zipper lowering filled the room, the cool air brushing against my heated skin.

Matt slowly peeled the costume off me, his lips following the path of the fabric as he exposed more of my skin. He paused at my breasts, his mouth closing around one peak while his hand caressed the other. I arched into him, a soft moan escaping my lips.

He lavished attention on my breasts until I was writhing beneath him, my hands clutching at his hair. Then, he began to kiss his way down my torso, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my catsuit. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with desire.

With a swift tug, he pulled off my bottoms, tossing them aside. I was now fully exposed to his hungry gaze. His hands caressed my thighs, pushing them apart. He settled between them, his breath hot against my most intimate area. I shivered in anticipation.

Matt hooked his fingers into the hem of my underwear and slowly pulled them down, his eyes locked onto mine. As the fabric reached my knees, he leaned down and used his mouth to pull them the rest of the way off, his teeth gently scraping against my skin.

Matt looked up at me from between my thighs, his blue eyes dark with lust. He placed a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh, his hands caressing the sensitive skin. He alternated between kisses and licks, slowly working his way higher.

His hands gripped my thighs, parting them wider as his mouth finally reached my center. He kissed me there, his tongue parting my folds and delving inside. I moaned, my hips bucking against his mouth as he feasted on me.

Matt hooked his arms under my legs, lifting them over his shoulders as he continued to devour me with his mouth. I was completely open and exposed to him, my most intimate parts on full display as he ate me out. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close to my aching core.

His hands gripped my backside, tilting my hips to give him better access as he buried his face between my thighs. He growled against my flesh, the vibration sending shivers through my body. I could feel the pressure building inside me, my breaths coming in short gasps. “Matt...”

I was so close, my body trembling on the edge of release. Matt seemed to sense this, doubling his efforts. He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bud. I shattered, my back arching off the bed as my orgasm crashed over me.

As I convulsed around him, Matt slid two fingers inside me, curling them upwards to hit that spot that made my eyes roll back. He continued to suck on my swollen bud, his fingers pumping in and out of me in a steady rhythm.

Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes as the sensations became too intense. I was so sensitive, yet I couldn't push him away. I needed more. He added a third finger, his hand moving faster as he brought me to the peak of pleasure once more.

I came with a shout, my inner muscles clenching around his fingers. He gentled his touch, slowly licking me through the aftershocks. When he finally lifted his head, his chin was glistening, and his eyes were filled with satisfaction.

He kissed my thighs, then my stomach, and finally my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips, salty and sweet. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down onto me. “I need you inside,” I whispered against his ear.

Matt chuckled low in his throat, his voice husky with desire. “Since you behaved so well, I think you deserve a reward.” He reached down, positioning himself at my entrance.

Matt sat up, his thighs straddling my hips. He rubbed the thick head of his cock along my slit, coating himself in my wetness. The sensation made me gasp, my hips lifting off the bed seeking more. He teased me, denying me the full penetration I craved.

“Not yet,” Matt murmured, his hand pressing down on my abdomen to keep my hips still. He continued to rub against me, his hot, hard flesh parting my swollen folds but never quite pushing inside. I squirmed beneath him, my breathing growing faster and shallower. “Please...”

“Please what?” Matt taunted, his voice low and seductive. He knew exactly what I wanted, how much I needed him to fill me, to move inside me. “Say it,” he demanded, his hand tightening on my stomach.

I was panting now, my body trembling with need. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. “Please, Matt. I need you to fuck me. Fill me up.” I spread my legs wider in invitation, my wet heat aching to be claimed.

Matt’s expression grew intense, his jaw clenching as he finally lined himself up and slowly pushed inside. He watched my face as he inched forward, his thick length stretching me wide. I bit my lip, my hands gripping the sheets as he buried himself to the hilt.

He started to move then, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. I cried out at the sudden intensity, my back arching off the bed. He set a hard, fast pace, the wet sounds of our coupling filling the room.

Our bodies slapped together, the sound of our moans and ragged breaths mingling. His large hands gripped my hips, tilting me to change the angle. He hit that spot deep inside me, making me see stars. “Oh god, Matt!” I cried out.

“That's it, baby,” Matt rasped, his voice thick with passion. “Squeeze my hard cock with your inner muscles like a good girl.” His words spurred me on, and I felt the familiar pressure building once more. “Matt...it’s...too much...”

“Too much what, baby?” he asked, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Too much pleasure? Too much love? Too much of me inside you?” He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me what’s too much, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Too much...love,” I whimpered, my body tensing as another wave of pleasure washed over me. He groaned deeply, his movements becoming harder and more urgent. “And you’ll take more, won’t you, baby?” He growled, his fingers digging into my flesh.

I could only nod, my words lost to the sensations overwhelming my body. He grunted in approval, his hips snapping forward as he increased his pace. The room filled with the sound of our harsh breaths and the wet slap of flesh against flesh.

Matt’s mouth found my neck, his teeth scraping against my pulse point. He sucked hard, leaving a dark mark on my skin as he claimed me. His lips trailed up to my collarbones, placing open-mouthed kisses along the delicate bones before latching onto the soft skin and sucking.

He marked me as his, leaving a trail of love bites across my chest. He sucked on my nipples, biting down gently before moving to the space between my breasts. He kissed and nipped at the soft flesh, leaving a pattern of bites that only he could decipher.

I moaned and writhed beneath him, the slight pain only heightening my pleasure. “You’re mine,” he growled against my skin. “Every inch of you belongs to me.” He pushed himself up, his hands gripping my thighs and draping them over his shoulders.

He leaned down, his face mere inches from mine. His eyes were dark with lust and something deeper, more intense. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough with need. “Tell me who you belong to.” His hips rolled forward, grinding against my sweet spot.

“I’m yours,” I gasped. “All yours, Matt. Oh god, Matt!” His thrusts became deeper, his pace punishing. Our bodies slapped together, the sound of our moans filling the room.

Matt's grip tightened on my thighs, pulling them further apart and draping them over his shoulders. He leaned forward, his body folding over mine as he increased his pace. He buried his face in my neck, his hot breath against my skin as he moaned loudly.

I turned my head, seeking his mouth. Our lips met in a desperate, hungry kiss, our tongues tangling as we moaned into each other's mouths. He thrust deep and fast, his hips pistoning forward in a frantic rhythm.

Matt pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting our mouths. His eyes were wild with lust as he looked down at me, his chest heaving. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hips never stopping their relentless motion.

I looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, my gaze taking in the changes to his face. His dark hair was damp with sweat, strands plastered to his forehead. The black eye paint he’d worn was smudged.

The dark lines ran down his cheeks like tears, giving him a wild, untamed appearance. His jaw was clenched, the muscles bunching and releasing with each powerful thrust.

“Oh god, Matt! Oh god!” I cried out, my body tensing as another wave of pleasure crashed over me. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I chanted, my head thrashing from side to side on the pillow as he pounded into me.

Matt's hands flew to the bed beside my head, his fingers curling into the sheets as he propped himself up. He began to thrust faster and harder, his hips jackhammering between my thighs. “Cum for me, baby,” he grunted, his jaw clenched.

He leaned forward, his head fitting perfectly between my neck and shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his back, holding on for dear life as he fucked me with reckless abandon. The bed creaked and groaned beneath their combined weight, the slapping of their skin echoing through the room.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Matt bellowed, his voice raw and husky. “Take it, baby! Take my fucking cock!” I screamed in response, my voice hoarse from all the loud moaning. “YES! YES! FUCK ME HARDER, MATT!”

Matt’s hand left the bed, moving to press down on my stomach. He pushed me into the mattress as he continued his relentless pace, his other hand still propping himself up. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside me. “Oh god, right there!”

“This is what you wanted, isn't it?” Matt growled, his hips slamming forward. “Wanted my cock so bad that you had us leave Chris and Nick behind. Couldn't even behave and control yourself.” He punctuated his words with particularly hard thrusts. “And here we are.”I whimpered, my hands clutching at his back as I tried to hold back. "P-Please, Matt...It's too...It's too intense..."He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "You can take it, baby."

“You better take it all now, like you were asking for it,” he continued, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy up. Make you scream my name.” His hand on my stomach pressed down harder, forcing me to arch into his thrusts.

His words, combined with the new angle and his powerful movements, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “Matt...Matt, it’s too much...I can’t...I’m gonna...” My words dissolved into incoherent babbling as he continued to pound into me.

“Hold it,” Matt grunted. “Hold it until I say you can let go.” His pace increased, his hips a blur as he pistoned in and out of me. “You’ll cum when I say you can, understand?”

I whimpered, my hands clutching at his back as I tried to hold back. “Please, Matt...It’ too...It’s too intense...” He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “You can take it, baby.”

His words gave me strength, and I clenched my teeth, determined to hold back despite the overwhelming sensation. My body shook with the effort, my nails digging into his back. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice low and approving.

He continued to fuck me at a frantic pace, his thrusts hitting that perfect spot over and over. I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my core. I was so close, but I held back, refusing to let go until he gave the okay.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Matt paused, his hips frozen mid-thrust. He held me in place, his cock buried deep inside me. “Now,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Let go.”

I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Matt didn't hold back, fucking me through my climax with relentless force. His own release followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his hot seed.

“Fuck, yes!” Matt groaned, his hips jerking as he came. I moaned long and loud, my inner walls fluttering around his shaft, milking every last drop. Our combined moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure as we rode out our intense orgasms together.

As the last tremors of his release subsided, Matt collapsed forward, catching himself on his elbows to keep from crushing me. He buried his face against my neck, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Wow.” His voice was a mere whisper against my skin.

I could only whimper in response, my body still quaking with aftershocks. Matt pressed soft kisses along my neck and jaw as we lay there, basking in the afterglow. “That was incredible,” he murmured, slowly pulling out of me.

Matt carefully extracted himself from me and got off the bed. I heard the faucet run in the bathroom, and a moment later, he returned with a warm, damp washcloth. He gently cleaned me up, his touch tender and caring. “You okay, baby?”

I nodded, a soft smile on my face as I looked up at him. “Mmhmm. That was... intense.” I stretched languidly, feeling deliciously used in the best possible way. Matt chuckled, tossing the rag into his laundry basket and crawling back into bed with me.

Matt pulled the sheets over us, tucking me against his side. “Well, it's what you wanted,” he said, a playful edge to his voice. “And I gave it to you.” He nuzzled my hair, his arms wrapped protectively around me.

I groaned, “I’m going to have such a big headache and hangover in the morning.” Matt kissed the top of my head. “I’ll get you some hangover pills and water later, just rest for now.”

I felt the comforting warmth of Matt's body behind me, his chest against my back. His arms wrapped around me tightly, his face pressed into the crook of my neck, inhaling the familiar scent of my hair. As I closed my eyes, the exhaustion and alcohol finally claiming me, the sound of his steady breath lulled me into a deep slumber.

I woke up to the sound of rustling and the closet opening. I turned around, my eyes still heavy with sleep, and found Matt shuffling through the hangers, searching for a top. He was already dressed in sweatpants, his hair mussed from sleep, and his muscular back was on full display.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes, shifting slightly in the bed as I watched Matt rummage through his closet. “Where are you going?” I asked, my voice raspy from sleep, my words a sleepy murmur.

Matt paused, grabbing a red crewneck and pulling it over himself. “Chris called, said him and Nick need to be picked up,” he replied, his tone casual. He continued rummaging for a second, his gaze focused on the closet as if he was looking for something else.

Meanwhile, I snuggled deeper into the blankets, still drowsy from sleep. “What time is it?” I asked, stifling a tired yawn, my body half hidden beneath the covers.

He closed his closet door and pulled out his phone, glancing at the screen. His voice was low and calm. “It's two in the morning,” he responded. He put his phone back into his pocket and started his search for his keys. He finally found his keys hidden underneath a pile of clothes and pocketed them.

As he moved around, I noticed the change and looked him up and down, my drowsy eyes picking up on the details. His hair was damp, the smell of shampoo lingering in the air, and his black eye paint, a telltale sign of his costume from the party, was completely gone, revealing his natural, chiselled features beneath.

“You showered,” I murmured, still half asleep, the observation slipping out despite the tiredness. Matt turned to face me, his hair tousled, his face devoid of the makeup. I saw the slight amusement in his eyes, a hint of a smile dancing on his lips.

Matt nodded, a small chuckle escaping him as he responded, “Yeah, the black eye paint was getting annoying and sticky.” He ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back. “Had to wash it off,” he added.

He walked over to the bed, leaning against the frame as he looked down at me, his form silhouetted against the light. “Go back to sleep, baby,” he said quietly. His words were a soft whisper, his concern evident despite the nonchalance.

“Will you be back?” I murmured, my words slurred from the remnants of sleepiness. I couldn’t help but feel a hint of worry, wondering if he'd return to the warmth of the bed next to me.

Matt gave a reassuring nod, his voice gentle. “Of course I will, just have to go get Chris and Nick,” he murmured, his tone comforting. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

I felt a small smile tug at my lips, comforted by his words and his gentle touch. “Be safe,” I drowsy murmured, my eyes already closing again, tiredness weighing on my eyelids.

Matt leaned down and planted a soft peck on my lips, his lips lingering for a brief moment. “I will,” he whispered, his voice a soothing promise.

I opened my eyes slightly, my voice slightly pleading but drowsy. “Before you leave can you start the shower for me?” I murmured, my words slurred with sleep.

Matt's expression softened, concern evident in his eyes. He asked, a hint of worry in his voice, “Are you sure? You won’t fall or anything while I’m gone, will you?” It was clear he was concerned for my state, even if I was only half asleep and slightly out of it.

I nodded, a sleepy smile on my lips, my eyes still half-open as I reassured him, “I won’t fall. Just start it for me, please.” My voice was soft and drowsy, the promise of a warm shower before he returned sounding too nice to pass up, even in my tired state.

Matt gave a small sigh, his expression momentarily softening at the sight of my drowsy state. He nodded, his voice gentle. “All right, just let the water heat up and you know where the towel is. Careful, okay? I’ll be back soon,” he said quietly, his words a whispered promise, his hand brushing against my cheek.

With that, he pushed back from the bed, pausing for a moment to watch me as he walked out of the room and into the hallway. The faint sound of water turning on could be heard as the shower warmed up for me, and then the garage door closed, signaling Matt leaving to go get Chris and Nick.

After finishing, I threw on one of Matt's hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, feeling comforted by his familiar scent. I made my way back to the bedroom and crawled back into bed, the comforting familiarity of our shared space soothing.

As I lay there, waiting for Matt, I felt the bed dip slightly beside me, the mattress shifting under the added weight. Warm breath caressed my neck, the faint hints of the night air on his sweatshirt-clad body. His arms wrapped around me as he settled in behind me, his body slotting against my back like it belonged there.

I felt the warmth of his body press against me, comforting and familiar in its presence. He held me closer, his arms securely wrapped around my waist, his nose nuzzling against my neck. His breath was steady and I could sense him letting out a soft sigh, relieved to be back.

Matt whispered playfully against my neck, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. “Stealing my hoodie, I see,” he murmured, his tone light and teasing. His arm tightened around me, a gentle squeeze that communicated his subtle approval.

“Guilty as charged,” I murmured in response, my voice drowsy but playful in tone. My hands found his, interlacing our fingers as I nestled against him, finding comfort in the warmth and safety of his embrace.

I shifted, turning around to face him, my body nestling closer against his. I grabbed his arm, pulling it over me, draping it like a comforting blanket. My head rested against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart in the quiet room.

He adjusted slightly, pulling me even closer, his arm wrapping around my waist protectively. He kissed the top of my head, holding me in a gentle yet firm embrace, the gesture both possessive and comforting. His fingers traced slow circles on my back, the soft touch an unspoken form of reassurance and affection.

A/N: HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!! — FOR @st6rify ❤︎︎

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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐝, a sleepy look on his face as he was exhausted from being Batman all night. I gently grabbed a small rag from under the sink, soaking it in warm water before turning back to Matt.

“C’mere, let me take this stuff off for you,” I softly spoke, carefully approaching Matt.

I placed delicate fingers on his jaw, gently guiding it upward to have him meet my eyes. Matt’s exhausted expression met mine, and I could tell he was ready for this to be over. With my other hand, I reached for the warm rag I had soaked, softly pressing it to his face.

Matt remained still, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh as he felt the warm cloth against his skin. I gently began to remove the eye makeup, being as careful and gentle as possible to not irritate his skin or accidentally poke him in the eye.

As I gently scrubbed away at the makeup from his face, Matt softly yawned, leaning into my soft touch. It was clear just how tired he was. Slowly, pieces of the eye makeup began to wash away, leaving just a few traces behind. “Almost done,” I whispered as I continued to carefully remove the remaining parts.

As I walked to the sink, rinsing out the rag, I could feel Matt's eyes on me. I returned and gently started to clean the remaining paint off of his cheeks, softly running my fingers over his skin. Matt’s eyes followed me with a longing and yearning look, admiring my careful and gentle touch.

Matt gazed up at me, studying my features as I concentrated on cleaning his face. He couldn't help but admire my focus and the way my fingers delicately moved, removing the traces of the eye makeup. His eyes softened, filled with admiration as he silently observed my careful care.

I continued to gently wipe away the last remnants of the eye makeup, feeling Matt’s intense gaze upon me. The silence between us was both comforting and intimate, and it was clear he was admiring me with a hint of longing in his eyes.

Matt’s eyelids grew heavy as I continued to clean, sleepiness taking over him. Unintentionally, his head started to tilt forward, starting to fall asleep. I quickly noticed, catching him in time before he could fall, my other hand holding his chin delicately to support him.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet. You gotta stay awake for a bit longer,” I whispered softly, gently holding onto his chin to keep him steady, gently caressing his face to help wake him up a bit.

I finally finished cleaning his face, not a trace of eye makeup left behind. I turned to the sink, rinsing the rag and carefully washing away any remaining makeup. After a final rinse, I rung it and folded the rag, placing it on the edge of the sink.

I walked back to Matt, gently cupping his face in my hands, now completely clean. A soft smile played on my lips as I gently spoke; “that’s enough saving the city for today,” teasing him a bit, knowing he was exhausted from the night.

Matt opened his eyes a small amount and offered a tired but appreciative smile. Softly, I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, a warm and comforting gesture amidst his exhaustion.

Matt quickly turned the small peck into a passionate kiss, pulling me onto his lap and wrapping his arms around my back, holding me close. His eyes fluttered shut as he immersed himself in the moment, finding comfort and warmth in my presence amidst his fatigue.

He held me tightly against him as if he never wanted to let go, deepening the kiss with a sense of tenderness and longing. Matt's fingers gently traced my back, finding solace in our embrace. It was a moment of exhaustion-filled intimacy, a connection that went beyond words.

I gently wrapped my arms around his neck, intertwining my fingers in his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. The kiss grew more intense, each move filled with a mix of tenderness and need, seeking comfort in each other's embrace.

Matt couldn’t help but smile between the kisses, the corners of his lips curling upwards as the passionate exchange continued. Despite his exhaustion, there was a sense of joy and contentment in the moment, a respite from the chaos of the night.

As Matt pulled away from the kiss, he began to trail kisses down my jawline, leaving a gentle trail of affection. His lips moved softly against my skin, his exhaustion mixing with affection, creating a tender moment.

My hand gently tangled in his hair, softly running my fingers through the locks, as he continued to hold me tightly. His grip remained firm, seeking the comfort and familiarity of our embrace, finding a sense of safety within my touch.

I gently whispered against his ear, rubbing his back with my other hand, “let’s get you to bed,” a soft murmur of care and concern. Matt stayed in my embrace, seeming a bit reluctant to move, clearly comfortable in the position, but ultimately nodded slightly

I carefully slipped out of Matt's lap, standing up and gently taking his hand to help him up, guiding him to stand on his feet despite his fatigue. He leaned against me for support, still holding tightly onto my hand as if not wanting to let go.

I gently led him into his room, supporting his weight as we made our way to the bed. Once we reached it, I carefully guided him to sit down, easing him onto the bed with tender care. Matt sunk into the mattress, exhaustion evident in his eyes and in the way he leaned against me for support.

With gentle hands, I assisted Matt in removing his sweater and shirts, carefully pulling the fabric away from his body. With each layer removed, his exhaustion became more apparent, the weariness etched on his face. Once the last shirt was off, he slumped back against the pillows, visibly tired and in need of rest.

As I gently tugged at his baggy pants, I couldn't help but chuckle a bit, trying to make the situation a bit lighter. “Lift your hips up,” I softly instructed, gently helping him adjust his position to remove his pants and replace them with comfortable sweatpants, making sure he'd be comfortable for the night.

After helping Matt settle into comfortable sweatpants for the night, I quickly changed into something comfortable myself, joining him in bed and sliding under the covers. Matt seemed relieved to have me close again, his eyes slowly closing as if preparing for rest. The exhaustion he felt was evident in his weary expression as he clung to my presence, seeking solace and comfort in our proximity.

Matt rested his head on my chest, his arm dangling lazily over my body. As my fingers gently traced patterns on his scalp, he nuzzled his face into my chest, seeking comfort in the simple but tender caress. My other hand gently rubbed his bare back, the soft touch comforting both of us in the stillness, the gentle massage helping soothe his exhaustion.

In the quiet of the room, the steady rhythm of Matt's breaths against my chest gradually slowed, his body succumbing to exhaustion. My fingers traced small circles on his scalp, a gentle and comforting gesture that seemed to ease him into a peaceful slumber. I gently continued to rub his back, the quiet intimacy of the moment only interrupted by the soft sound of his even breaths.

With a tender smile, I kissed the top of his head, gentle and affectionate. “My sleepy boy, get some rest, my love,” I whispered, a soft murmur of care and tenderness, the room filled with a comforting stillness.

Matt lifted his head, meeting my lips with a sleepy peck. “Thank you, baby,” he whispered in response, his voice soft and heavy with exhaustion. The brief kiss was a tender gesture, a quiet expression of appreciation amidst his fatigue.

Matt rested his head on my chest once again, exhaustion evident in his sleepy expression. I continued to gently rub his back, the quiet intimacy of the moment filling the room as he surrendered to the embrace. Sleep slowly claimed him, the rhythms of his breaths becoming deep and steady, a visible sign of his exhaustion finally pulling him into a peaceful slumber.

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

❝ 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅𝐅 ❞

⭑.ᐟ : “𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬” 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬, 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. The room was dark, but the light in the bathroom was on, the door slightly open. Curious, I walked closer, peeking into the bathroom.

Chris was standing in front of the mirror, his face half covered in shaving cream. He was in the middle of shaving.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock arrogance. I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my grin. “Oh, absolutely. Your shaving skills are truly impressive.”

Chris chuckled, continuing his shave. “You know, if you keep staring at me like that, I might start charging admission fees.”

I chuckled and walked closer to him, wrapping my arms around his bare waist. I leaned my head against his back, taking in the warmth of his skin. “And what if I don't want to pay?”

Chris turned off the razor and set it on the counter, enjoying the feeling of my arms around him. He leaned back against me, his head resting against mine. “Well, I guess I'll just have to accept payment in a different form,” he teased.

I unwrapped my arms from around him and picked up the razor from the counter. Then, I used my free hand to gently grab his jaw, turning his face towards me. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, a smirk playing on his lips.

“What are you up to, baby?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and amusement.

I smiled innocently, running my fingers along his jawline. “Oh, nothing. Just thought I'd give you a helping hand.”

Chris chuckled, leaning back against the counter. “A helping hand, huh? Or are you just enjoying the chance to put your hands on me?”

I feigned offense, gasping dramatically. “Me? Enjoying the chance to put my hands on you? How dare you suggest such a thing.”

Chris burst out laughing, watching me with amused eyes. “Oh, please. You’re not exactly subtle with your desires, baby.”

Chris chuckled, easily picking me up and setting me on the counter. He stepped between my thighs, his hands resting on my hips. His eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and affection. “There. That's better.”

Chris looked at me with a smirk, his hands still on my hips. “Go ahead,” he encouraged, his voice low and sultry. “I’m all yours.”

I smiled, my hands moving to his chest. I ran my fingers over his muscles, my touch light and teasing. “Are you now, sweetheart?”

Chris’s grip on my hips tightened, his body pressing closer to mine. “Oh, you have no idea,” he murmured, his voice laced with desire.

I reached up and gently grabbed his face, my fingers brushing against his stubble. I brought the razor to his cheek, carefully tracing it along his skin. The silence between us was comfortable, the only sound the soft rasp of the razor against his face.

Chris let out a small hum of satisfaction as my fingers moved across his jawline. He leaned into my touch, his eyes watching me with an expression of contentment.

I continued shaving him, my touch gentle and precise. Every now and then, I paused to rinse the razor, my eyes drifting up to meet his. He would smile each time, his gaze burning into mine.

“You're really good at this, you know,” Chris murmured, his voice breaking the silence. “I might have to hire you as my personal barber.”

I chuckled, my fingers moving to his chin. “Oh, really? And what would you pay me?” I asked, my voice playful.

Chris pretended to think, his thumbs drawing lazy circles on my thighs. “Hmm... how about endless kisses?”

I pretended to ponder the offer, my touch still light on his skin. “Hmm, that's a tempting offer, but I think I might need something more.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “More, huh? What exactly are you looking for, baby?”

I smiled mischievously, my eyes meeting his in the mirror. “How about your hoodies?”

Chris chuckled, his hands running up and down my thighs. “All my hoodies?” he echoed, feigning surprise. “That's a steep price, ma.”

I continued shaving him, my fingers moving with gentle precision. “Well, you know how much I love your Fresh Love hoodies, especially that brown one.”

Chris chuckled, his eyes meeting mine. “You mean the one you always steal from me and never give back?”

I feigned innocence, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “I have no idea what you're talking about. I always return them... eventually.”

Chris laughed, his thumbs still drawing circles on my thighs. “Right. And by 'eventually', you mean 'probably never'?”

I giggled, my touch becoming firmer on his jaw as I moved the razor over his skin. “Come on, you love it when I wear your hoodies. It's like you're wrapping me up in your scent.”

Chris looked at me with admiration, his eyes filled with affection . “I do love it,” he said, his voice warm. “And I love it when you model in them for me. There's something about seeing you in my clothes, wearing my scent, that drives me crazy.”

I blushed at his words, my heart rate quickening at the possessive note in his voice. “You're such a sap,” I teased, trying to hide my smile.

Chris chuckled, his hand coming up to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. “Only for you, baby.”

I finished shaving him, setting the razor down on the counter. His face was smooth now, free of stubble. I traced my fingers lightly over his jawline, feeling his skin beneath my touch. “All done,” I said softly.

Chris looked in the mirror behind me, admiring his now-smooth face. He ran his fingers over his skin, feeling the smoothness of his freshly-shaved face.

“Damn,” he said, a satisfied smile spreading across his lips. “You really know how to give a good shave, baby.”

I laughed, feeling a sense of pride at the compliment. “I have many hidden talents.”

Chris turned his attention back to me, his eyes running over my body. “Oh, I'm well aware of that,” he murmurs, his hands gripping my thighs.

I chuckled at his comment, my hand coming up to rest on the back of his neck. Then, Chris leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a soft, gentle peck.

“Thank you, ma,” he murmured against my mouth, his hands still holding onto my thighs.

I smiled, my fingers playing idly with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You're welcome, love.”

Chris nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, his lips trailing lazy kisses along my skin. His hands slid higher up my thighs, his touch possessive and affectionate.

I let out a small sigh, tilting my head to give him better access to my neck. His lips and hands were sending little sparks of pleasure through me, and I could feel my body responding to his touch.

“Chris,” I whispered, my fingers tightening in his hair.

Chris pulled back slightly, his face inches from mine. His eyes were burning with desire as he hovered over my lips, his breath mingling with mine.

“Hmm?” he murmured, his hands giving a gentle squeeze to my thighs.

I met his gaze, my voice low and sultry. “Not here,” I whispered, my body pressing closer to his.

Chris looked at me, his eyes flickering between my eyes and lips. “Yes, here.” He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine. “I want you right here, right now,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

I couldn't help the shiver that ran through me at his words. The raw want in his voice was almost palpable, and it sent a wave of heat through my body.

“Chris,” I tried to protest, but my words were swallowed by his lips as he claimed my mouth in a searing kiss.

Chris pulled back slightly, his lips still hovering inches from mine. “Just tell me when to stop,” he whispered, his voice ragged with desire.

My heart was racing in my chest, and my body was thrumming with need. I looked into his eyes, seeing the raw want reflected there, and knew that I didn't want him to stop.

Chris's lips moved from my mouth to my jawline, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. His hands roamed over my body, caressing and teasing, as he continued his path down to my neck.

A soft moan escaped my lips as he found that sweet spot just below my ear, sending shivers through me. “Oh God, Chris...”

Chris's hands moved in between my thighs, his touch gentle yet possessive as he continued to kiss and nip at my neck. His fingers traced lazy circles on my inner thighs, each touch sending little jolts of pleasure through me.

I arched against him, my hands grasping at his shoulders, as I lost myself in the sensation of his touch. “Chris, please...” I gasped, my voice needy and breathless.

Chris chuckled against my skin, his lips curving into a smile. “Please what, baby?” he asked, his voice rougher than usual.

His hands continued their exploration, moving higher and higher up my thighs. I could feel him smirk against my neck, his breath warm against my skin. “You need to use your words, ma.”

I let out a frustrated whimper, my hands clutching at his shoulders. “You know what I want,” I protested, my voice strained.

Chris's fingers finally reached the edge of my shorts, tracing the hem of them as his lips moved to my ear. “I want to hear you say it,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

I cupped his face in my hands, looking into his eyes. “Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. “I need you. Touch me, mark me, want me.”

Chris's eyes darkened at my words, his grip on my thighs tightening. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” he growled, his voice rough with desire.

Chris leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a passion-filled kiss. His hands worked at the hem of my shorts, pulling them down slowly, his touch both gentle and demanding.

I lifted myself off the counter, my body arching towards him as he slipped the shorts down my legs. His hands traced a path up my thighs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Chris's fingers found the lace of my underwear, teasingly running along the edge. He hooked a finger under the fabric, tugging it down ever so slightly. His other hand cupped my face, tilting my chin up to deepen the kiss.

With a swift movement, he slipped my underwear off, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me back onto the counter. The cold surface against my bare skin made me gasp, breaking our kiss.

Chris took advantage of my gasped breath, his tongue delving into my mouth to tangle with mine. He nipped at my bottom lip, soothing the sting with a gentle suck. As I whimpered, he took advantage, deepening the kiss further. His hands urged my legs apart, positioning himself between them.

His calloused palms caressed up my inner thighs, his touch light yet insistent. He leaned in, his lips trailing fire down my neck, nipping and sucking at my collarbone. His fingers found my warmth, gently caressing. I moaned, my head falling back against the mirror.

His touch grew bolder, his fingers slipping inside me, slowly moving in and out. His thumb circled my core, pressing down in rhythm with his fingers. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging in as my breathing grew ragged.

“Chris,” I panted, my voice barely a whisper. His only response was a low chuckle against my skin, his breath hot against my neck. His pace quickened, his touch firm and unyielding. My legs tightened around him, my body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over me.

Chris pecked my jawline, then trailed soft kisses down my neck, his touch gentle yet electrifying. He slowly lowered himself down, his knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. His face was now level with my core, his hands gripping my thighs to keep them parted.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a raw hunger that made my breath hitch. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in, his warm breath fanning over my sensitive flesh. I bit my lip, anticipation coiling tightly within me.

Chris wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter. I slid forward, my back arching slightly. He buried his face between my thighs, his mouth finding my heat. His hands squeezed my backside, pulling me even closer, as his tongue delved into my core.

I let out a choked cry, my hands flying to his hair as he devoured me. His tongue was relentless, licking and sucking at my clit, his nose pressing against my folds. The combination of his warm mouth and the cold surface of the counter had me teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

“Chris...” I moaned, my voice barely recognizable. My hips bucked against his face, my legs shaking as he continued to feast on me. He growled against my flesh, the vibrations pushing me over the edge.

I cried out, my body convulsing as pleasure coursed through me. Chris looked up at me, his face glistening. His lips were swollen, and his hair was disheveled from my fingers gripping it tightly.

I held his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. He smiled, a satisfied gleam in his eyes, before returning to his task. I watched, entranced, as he ate me out, his tongue dancing over my sensitive flesh. The sight was almost too much, and I felt another orgasm building.

“Oh god, Chris...” I whimpered, my back arching as he slipped a finger back inside me, his tongue continuing its sweet torment. He curved his finger upward, hitting that spot that made my toes curl. “Chris, please...” I moaned, my hand tightening in his hair.

He doubled his efforts, his finger pumping in and out of me in a steady rhythm. My moans grew louder, more desperate. The tension in my body coiled tighter and tighter until finally, I shattered. “Chris!” I cried out, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

As I came down from my high, I noticed the smoothness of his face against my thighs. I thought back to earlier, when I had helped him shave. His skin was like velvet under my touch then, and it was even softer now, dampened by my release.

Chris rose, his body towering over mine once more. He leaned in, his lips finding mine. He kissed me deeply, and I could taste myself on him. His tongue delved into my mouth, seeking out mine. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer.

I bit his lower lip gently, pulling away slightly before capturing his mouth in another searing kiss. Our tongues danced, the kiss becoming more passionate. His hands roamed over my body, caressing and squeezing. My fingers traced the defined muscles of his chest and abs. He was pure perfection.

Chris let out a low groan, his head tipping back slightly. I continued to kiss his jawline as my hand worked him. He was rock hard, his length swelling in my hand. He let out a hiss as I swiped my thumb over the head of his length, finding it damp.

“Y/N...” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. His hips jerked forward, pushing into my touch. I smiled mischievously and tightened my grip, slowly pumping my hand up and down his length. His breath quickened, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was close.

I kissed his neck, leaving a faint mark from my lips. I moved up to his Adam's apple, kissing and sucking gently, leaving another mark. Finally, I pressed my lips to his chest, kissing and biting gently, leaving a trail of small, love bite marks across his chest.

“Fuck, I need you,” Chris groaned, his voice strained with desire. He gently removed my hand and stepped back, quickly pulling his sweats down. His erection sprang free, long and thick. He kicked his sweats away and walked closer to me, his intentions clear in his eyes.

He grabbed my thighs and parted them wide, stepping between my legs. He wrapped my legs around his waist, his hands squeezing my backside. I could feel his hot, hard length against my core, and I moaned softly, wiggling my hips to entice him closer.

Chris's jaw clenched, and he slowly pushed into me, his thick length stretching me. I moaned loudly, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He was so hot, so hard, and he filled me so perfectly. He began to move inside me, his hips thrusting forward in a slow, steady rhythm.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with our moans and gasps. I met him thrust for thrust, my hips rolling against his. He angled his hips, hitting that perfect spot inside me.

Chris's breathing grew heavier, his face buried in the crook of my neck. He gripped the counter's edge tightly, his knuckles turning white. “You can always tell me to stop, okay?” he panted, his voice laced with concern. His caring gesture only fueled my desire.

I tilted my head, giving him better access to my neck. He took advantage, kissing and sucking on my pulse point. His hips never stopped their relentless pace, driving into me over and over. The pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter. I was getting close. “Don't stop,”

I leaned my head back against the mirror, my eyes fluttering closed. My moans grew louder as Chris sped up his pace. His hot breath against my neck and the cold mirror against my head created a thrilling contrast that only intensified the sensations coursing through my body. The pleasure was unbearable.

“Chris...” I whimpered, his name escaping my lips in a breathy moan. He pounded into me, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, our moans and pants intertwining.

Chris's hips snapped forward, driving into me with deep, powerful thrusts. The head of his cock dragged along my inner walls, hitting that perfect spot that made me see stars. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

His thick length pulsed inside me, stretching my walls to the limit. Pre-cum dripped from his tip, coating my insides and making each thrust even smoother. Chris's face contorted in ecstasy, his eyes rolling back as he lost himself in the feeling of being buried inside me.

“I'm getting close,” Chris grunted, his pace becoming erratic. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he chased his release. He changed his angle slightly, and I cried out, the new position allowing him to hit my g-spot with every thrust.

Chris's hand shot up to my jaw, gripping it possessively. He pulled me into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue diving in to dance with mine. It was rough, yet gentle, just like him. His hips continued to piston into me, his movements growing more urgent.

“Fuck, Fuck” Chris hissed against my lips, his voice tight with tension. His hands tightened on my jaw and backside, his fingers digging in as he got closer and closer to the edge. Our kiss grew messier, our teeth clashing and breaths mingling.

I clung to Chris's back, my nails raking down his sweat-slicked skin. The feeling of his muscles rippling beneath my touch only added to my pleasure. My legs tightened around his waist, urging him deeper. I was right on the cusp, my body trembling with impending release

“Oh god, Chris!” I moaned, tearing my mouth from his. His hips slammed into mine, each thrust pushing me higher. The pleasure was overwhelming, my body tensing as the wave of release finally crashed over me. I cried out, my head falling back against the mirror with a thud.

Chris let out a low groan, his body stiffening as he watched me fall apart. seeing me like that pushed him over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and let go. His release came in hot, pulsing waves, filling me completely.

Chris collapsed against me, his head finding a comfortable spot in the crook of my neck. He stayed like that for a moment, catching his breath. Then, he slowly pulled out of me, his softening cock leaving a trail of our combined fluids down my thigh. “There's your payment,”

“A shower would be nice now,” Chris murmured, his voice slightly hoarse. He carefully lifted his head from my neck, pressing a soft kiss to my racing pulse before slowly disentangling our bodies. My legs felt weak as he helped me stand on wobbly knees.

“Come on,” Chris said, wrapping an arm around my waist to steady me. “I'll clean you up.” Together, we stumbled into the bathroom, a tangle of limbs and sated smiles. He started the shower, letting the water warm up before guiding me inside.

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[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓

❝ 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 ❞

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬, my eyes pleading. “We can’t do this,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Nathan is your best friend, and my brother. He’ll hate you.”

Chris’ hands were on my hips, our bodies so close together. He could feel the heat radiating off of them. “He doesn’t have to know,” he said, his hands gripping tighter.

Chris pushed me backwards, gently guiding me down onto the bed. He leaned over me, his body hovering above mine, his breath hot against my skin. “It’ll be our secret,” he murmured, his voice soft and husky. “Our dirty little secret.”

His hands trailed down my sides, his touch sending shivers through my body. “No one has to know,” he said, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. “Just us.” His body pressed against mine, his weight pinning me down to the bed.

I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, beating in time with mine. “This is wrong,” I gasped, my head spinning with the feel of him so close. “But it feels so good.”

Chris chuckled, his lips trailing down my collarbone. “Then why stop?”

I groaned, my head falling back against the mattress as his mouth moved along my neck. “But…you’re my brother’s best friend,” I protested weakly, trying to fight the sparks of pleasure his touch was igniting in me. “He’d kill you if he ever found out.”

Chris’ hands paused for a moment, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “Do you really care about that right now though?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

A moan escaped my lips as his tongue traced a path along my collarbone, sending another wave of desire crashing over me. “No,” I gasped, my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. “I don’t care right now, because I’ve wanted this for so long. Ever since my eyes first laid on you.”

His lips curved into a satisfied smile against my skin. “Is that so?” he murmured, his hands slipping under my top, his thumbs skimming along the bare skin of my stomach. “And here I thought you didn’t pay any attention to me.”

“I notice everything about you,” I admitted, arching into his touch as his hands continued to explore my body. “You don’t know how hard it’s been, pretending I don’t want you.”

Chris lifted his head from my neck, his eyes dark with desire. “Then stop pretending.” He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head, leaving me bare before him. His eyes raked over my body, his gaze hungry and possessive.

My hands tangled into his hair, pulling him closer as I kissed him hungrily. My body arched against his as our mouths moved together, all the years of pent-up desire finally unleashed. His hands roamed my skin, his touch both tender and possessive, claiming me as his own.

His tongue tangled with mine, the kiss both a claim and a promise. His hands slid down my body, his fingers tracing patterns along my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My mind was a maelstrom of sensation - the feel of his body against mine, his hands on my skin, his mouth on mine. This was everything I'd ever wanted.

I hooked a leg around his waist, urging him closer, needing to feel all of him. He groaned into my mouth, pressing me further into the bed, his body molding to mine like it was made for it. This was more than I could have ever hoped for.

Our bodies moved together, the heat between us intensifying with every touch, every kiss. I couldn't get enough of him - the taste of him, the feel of him, the way he made me feel. This was ecstasy, this was bliss, this was everything I'd been missing.

Chris broke the kiss, his lips moving along my jawline to my neck. He trailed a path of hot kisses down my throat, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin of my collarbone. His hands slid down my body, mapping out each contour, every curve, as if committing them to memory.

His fingers hooked into the hem of my shirt, slowly pulling it up. I lifted my arms, helping him remove the barrier between us. His hands returned to my waist, his touch sending shivers through me. He looked into my eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and reverence

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. He leaned down, his lips finding mine again. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more urgent. His hands roamed over my bare skin, tracing patterns that set my nerves on fire.

I moaned against his mouth, my own hands clutching at his shoulders. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against my skin as he trailed his lips down my body. His fingers found the button of my jeans, slowly popping it open. He looked up at me, a question in his eyes.

I nodded, my breath coming in short, shallow pants. He slid my zipper down, his knuckles brushing against my skin. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of both my jeans and underwear, pulling them down in one fluid motion.

I lifted my hips, helping him remove the last of my clothing. He stood up, his eyes roaming over my bare form. He reached for his own shirt, pulling it over his head and revealing his toned chest. His hands went to his belt, unbuckling it slowly as he looked at me.

I sat up, my hair falling around my shoulders. I reached out, my fingers brushing against his abs as I helped him remove his belt. Together, we unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his legs along with his boxers. He stepped out of them, now as bare as I was.

I stood up, my legs slightly shaky with desire. I placed my hands on his chest and gently pushed him back onto the bed. He fell back against the mattress, his hair splayed out on the pillow. I crawled over him, straddling his hips.

I leaned down, my lips finding his jaw, then his neck, leaving a trail of kisses. I nipped at his collarbone, marking him possessively. He gasped, his hips bucking up against mine. I continued down to his chest, my teeth and lips leaving red marks on his skin.

He watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing moment. His hands gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles turning white. “Y/N,” he groaned, my name a plea on his lips.

I sat up, grinding against him slowly. His eyes rolled back, a low moan escaping his throat. I leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. My tongue delved into his mouth, tasting him deeply. His hands came up to my hips, gripping them tightly.

I pulled back, my teeth sinking into his lower lip. He groaned, his hands tightening on my hips, trying to pull me back down for a kiss. But I evaded him, my mouth moving to his jaw, then his neck. “You like that?” I whispered, my voice sultry.

“God, yes,” he hissed, his body tensing beneath mine. I continued, my lips, teeth, and tongue leaving marks all over his chest. I whispered filthy words in his ear, telling him what I wanted to do to him.

His breathing grew harsher, his control unraveling.“Y/N, please,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse with need. I smiled against his skin, loving the effect I had on him. I moved back up to his face, my eyes locked onto his. “What do you want?”

His eyes locked onto mine, desperation and longing etched on his face. “I want you to stop teasing me and just fuck me already,” he growled, his hands squeezing my hips painfully. I grinned, a wicked idea forming in my mind. “Not yet.”

I began to grind against him, my wet heat sliding along his length. He groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. I set a torturous pace, denying him the friction he craved. His hips jerked up, seeking more contact.

“Y/N, please!” he groaned, his voice strained. He was so close to the edge, and I was reveling in the power I had over him. I leaned down, my breath hot against his ear. “Not until you beg for it nicely.”

I stopped moving, eliciting a strangled sound from him. I looked down at him, my hand sliding down between our bodies. I wrapped my hand around him, slowly stroking him. He let out a low moan, his body tensing. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his.

I captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. My tongue delved into his mouth, tasting him fully. I stroked him faster, my thumb swirling around the tip. He thrust into my hand, his control slipping. I pulled back from the kiss, my eyes dark with desire.

I trailed kisses down his neck to his Adam's apple, feeling his pulse jump beneath my lips. I continued downward, placing soft kisses on his chest and abs. I settled between his legs, my breath ghosting over his length. He shuddered, his hands fisting in the sheets.

I licked a slow stripe up his shaft, savoring the taste of his skin. I swirled my tongue around the tip, dipping into the slit. He groaned, his hips twitching. I took him into my mouth, just the tip at first, sucking gently.

His breathing grew heavier, his hands finding my hair and tangling in the strands. I took more of him into my mouth, my head bobbing up and down in a slow rhythm. I could feel him getting close, his body tensing. I pulled back, my hands replacing my mouth.

I wrapped my lips back around his length, taking him deep into my throat. I sucked hard, my hands stroking his shaft in time with my mouth. He cried out, his back arching off the bed. I focused on his tip, sucking it hard as I continued to stroke him.

I felt the pulse of his veins against my tongue as I took him deep. I ran my tongue along those veins as I pulled back, committing every contour of him to memory. His body shook beneath me, his control fraying. “Y/N” he choked out, his voice a warning.

I licked my lips as I looked up at him, savoring the taste of him. I crawled up his body, straddling his hips. I captured his lips in a deep, filthy kiss, sharing his essence with him. He groaned into my mouth, his hands gripping my hips.

I broke the kiss, my breath coming in short pants. I reached between us, guiding his still-hard length to my entrance. I sank down onto him, my walls stretching to accommodate his girth. He threw his head back, a loud groan filling the room as I settled onto him fully.

“Nathan isn't home, right?” I panted, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I rose and fell on his lap. Chris shook his head, his eyes locked onto mine. “No, he won't be back for another two hours.”

A wave of relief washed over me, followed by a surge of desire. I rode him harder, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing through the room. Chris's hands gripped my hips, holding me down as he thrust up to meet me. I leaned forward, my breasts bouncing with each movement.

“Chris!” I moaned loudly, his thrusts hitting me just right. He grunted, his pace quickening. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, along with our labored breaths and moans. I leaned back, my hands braced on his thighs.

“Sit up,” I panted, my body tensing as he nailed that sweet spot. He sat up, his hands sliding up my body to cup my breasts. He took one peak into his mouth, sucking hard. I cried out, my head falling back.

“Chris...” I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair. He growled against my chest, his hands gripping my backside possessively. He stood, wrapping my legs around his waist. He spun us around and planted me on the edge of my desk, his hips pistoning between my thighs.

Papers fluttered to the floor as the desk shook with the force of his movements. I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. “Harder, Harder!” I screamed, my voice echoing in the room. He complied, his hips slamming into mine with a punishing rhythm.

His face was contorted in concentration, his arms braced on either side of me. I could feel the desk hitting the wall with each powerful thrust, the sound mingling with our labored breathing and the slick sounds of our joined bodies. I locked my ankles behind his back, pulling him even closer.

He reached down, his fingers finding my clit. I screamed, my vision blurring as he hit that spot inside me that made my whole world spin. “Fuck, Chris! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!”

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide as he pounded into me. His face was buried in the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking into my flesh. I could feel his hot breath against my skin, his muffled grunts spurring me on.

His pace was relentless, his body slapping against mine. I could feel every inch of him, my body stretching to accommodate his thick length. “Oh God, Chris!” I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair. He growled against my neck, his pace quickening.”

His body slid against mine, our sweat mingling. The scent of our passion filled the air, the sound of our bodies coming together echoing loudly. I could feel him swelling inside me, his body tensing. I leaned back, my body arching as he hit that magical spot over and over again.

“You like that?” he grunted, his voice strained. “Answer me.” I nodded, my words lodged in my throat. “Words, baby,” he panted, his hips snapping forward. “Y-Yes,” I stammered. “I love it.”

His hands moved to my hips, gripping them tightly as he changed his angle. He hit that spot inside me that made me see stars, and I screamed his name. He smirked against my neck, doing it again and again until I was a writhing, incoherent mess beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice muffled against my skin. “I can feel you squeezing me like a vice.” He punctuated his words with powerful thrusts, his body slamming into mine. I could feel him getting closer, his movements becoming erratic.

He suddenly picked me up off the desk, my back slamming against the wall. He lifted one of my legs, hooking it over his elbow as he continued to pound into me. The change in angle allowed him to hit even deeper, and I let out a piercing scream as he fucked me against the wall.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he grunted, his eyes flicking down to where our bodies were joined. “Look at how well you take me, baby.” He thrust forward, filling me completely. I let out a shuddered breath, my body quivering as he picked up his pace.

My head thrashed against the wall as he drove into me. I could feel the coolness of the wall against my back, contrasting with the heat of his body against my front. His face was contorted in pleasure, his brows furrowed as he concentrated on his movements.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded, his voice low. “Play with your peaking peaks.” I hesitantly brought my hands up to my breasts, squeezing them gently. He growled in approval, his pace quickening as he watched me play with myself. “That's it, baby. You look so beautiful.”

“Chris... please...” I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. “Please what, baby?” he taunted, his voice low. “Please what?” He punctuated his words with hard thrusts, each one pushing me closer to the edge.

“Please… cum inside me…” I gasped out, my hands tightening on my breasts. He groaned deeply, his head tilting back as he listened to my plea. “You want me to cum inside you, baby? You want to feel me spill inside your warmth?”

His hand shot out, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. “Look at me when I give you what you want,” he grunted, his pace becoming punishing. His hips snapped forward, his body slamming against mine.

“That's it, baby, take it all,” he hissed, his eyes locked onto mine. “You're going to milk me dry, aren't you?” I whimpered in affirmation, my nails digging into his shoulders.

His grip on my chin tightened as he fucked me harder, his body shaking with the effort. He was so close, and I could feel it building inside me, the pressure of his release.

Suddenly, I heard Nathan's voice from outside the door. “Y/N?” He sounded concerned. Chris smirked wickedly, his hips snapping forward even harder. “Go ahead, answer him,” he taunted, his voice low.

“Nathan?” I whispered-shouted, my voice breathy. “I thought you weren't supposed to be back until later?” Chris's grin widened as he continued to pound into me, his movements growing faster and more forceful.

“Yeah, but the store wasn't as busy today so I got what I needed faster,” Nathan called back, his voice muffled through the door. “Why's your door locked” He jiggled the doorknob, testing to see if it was indeed locked.

Chris's hands tightened on my waist as he drove deeper into me, making it harder for me to speak clearly. “I-I just got out of the shower,” I stammered. “I'm changing.” Chris's grin turned mischievous as he mouthed,

“That’s a lie,” he whispered, his voice laced with amusement. He picked up his pace, his hips moving in a rapid, hypnotic rhythm that stole my breath away. “Chris...” I hissed, my voice low, “Nathan's right outside the door.”

“Oh, okay,” Nathan called back, satisfied with my explanation. But then, pausing before leaving, “Also, have you seen Chris? He was here before I left.” Nathan called back, pausing before leaving. “He actually just got picked up by Matt.”

I lied, my voice strained. I bit my lip hard, stifling a moan as Chris continued his relentless pace. “He'll be back later though.” Chris chuckled lowly.

‘Another lie’ I thought to myself, my mind hazy with pleasure. Chris was right there in the same room as me, pounding into me and rearranging my guts, and I'd just told Nathan he was with Matt, when in reality he was never even gone.

I snapped back to reality when Chris gently turned me around, picking me up and moving me to the bed. He laid me face-down into the comforter, my cheek sinking into the soft fabric as he continued to thrust into me from behind.

“Stay quiet, baby,” Chris murmured, his voice low and commanding. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he increased his pace, each thrust pushing me further into the mattress. The bed creaked softly beneath us, the only other sound in the room besides our heavy breathing.

I bit down hard on the comforter, muffling any sounds that threatened to escape. My fingers clenched in the fabric as Chris's thrusts grew more intense, hitting that special spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

Chris's hands slid up my back, gently but firmly grasping my wrists. He pulled my arms behind me, holding them securely against my lower back as he continued his relentless pace. The position arched my back, allowing him to sink even deeper.

I could only whimper into the bedding, my face buried in the comforter. Chris's hold on my wrists tightened as his movements grew more urgent. The room spun around me, and all I could focus on was the heat and pressure of his body against mine. “Chris...”

“Shh, I know baby. Just feel it,” Chris breathed, his voice husky with desire. He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back as he nuzzled into my neck. His hips never stopped their steady rhythm, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

After a few minutes of pounding into me from behind, Chris carefully pulled out and turned me around. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, spreading my thighs wide as he positioned himself between them.

His blue eyes locked onto mine as he slowly pushed back into me. The new angle allowed him to slide even deeper than before, filling me completely. I gasped, my fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. “Chris... please...” I begged, my voice barely a whisper. “Shh, I've got you,” Chris replied, his voice soft and soothing.

He began to move, his hips rocking slowly between my thighs. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. His eyes never left mine, his gaze burning with love and desire. “Look at me, baby.”

I locked my eyes onto his, my breath hitching in my chest as he continued to love me slowly. The intimacy of his gaze was almost too much to bear, and I felt tears prick my eyes.

Chris leaned down, his chest pressing against mine as he nestled his face into the crook of my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him close as my arms encircled his back. The new position brought us even closer, our bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

Chris groaned against my neck, the sound muffled as my fingers dug into his back. My nails raked over his skin, leaving red crescent marks in their wake. “Harder, baby,” he encouraged, his voice low and gruff. “Mark me as yours.”

I tightened my legs around him, pulling him impossibly deeper as I scored my nails down his back. Chris hissed in pleasure, his hips snapping forward more urgently. The new friction had me seeing stars, my walls fluttering around him. “Yes, just like that,”

My fingers found their way into his hair, gripping the silky locks tightly as my breath grew shallow. “Chris... I'm... I'm so close,” I panted, my voice barely a whisper. He growled low in his throat, his pace quickening as he buried his face in my neck.

Chris kissed a trail up my neck and jaw, his lips searing against my skin. My hands roamed over his head, guiding his lips back to mine as I sought out his tongue. Our kiss was deep and desperate, a tangle of tongues and teeth as we both neared the edge.

Our movements became frantic, our bodies tensing as we climbed higher and higher. With a final thrust, Chris buried himself deep inside me, and we both shattered. I cried out against his mouth, my nails digging into his scalp as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

Chris broke the kiss, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he panted heavily. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice muffled against my skin. I held him close, my arms trembling as I fought to catch my breath.

Chris pulled out of me, laying down beside me before propping himself up on one arm to look down at me. His hair was messy, his eyes still glazed with lust, and his skin was flushed. “This,” he said, his voice low and husky, “will be our dirty little secret.”

I nodded, my lips curving into a small smile as Chris traced his thumb along my lower lip. I took a moment to admire him - his messy hair falling into his eyes, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath, and the way his eyes seemed to see right through me.

Chris grinned, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “You're staring,” he teased, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I blushed, my eyes flicking downwards shyly.

He gently grabbed my chin, tilting my face up to his. His eyes met mine, then drifted to my lips, before coming back up to my eyes. He repeated the action, his touch gentle as he rubbed his thumb over my lower lip. “So beautiful,”

Chris leaned down, capturing my lips in a soft, tender kiss. It was a stark contrast to the passionate kisses from before, but no less intense. His lips moved against mine slowly, savoring the moment.

As we kissed, I found myself lost in the moment. I never thought it would come down to this - Chris, with me, like this. But here we were, wrapped up in each other's arms, and I couldn't bring myself to care about the what-ifs or the maybes.

Chris broke the kiss, flopping back onto the pillow with a content sigh. He pulled me with him, arranging me so that I was laying on his bare chest. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as his fingers idly traced patterns on my back.

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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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₊⊹⁀➴ : Matt was doing a solo live stream when Y/N unexpectedly joins him, surprising both Matt and the audience. Their playful banter instantly takes over, with Y/N teasing Matt while they interact with fans. The stream turns into a fun, spontaneous moment filled with laughter and lively energy that fans absolutely love.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🪄⊰˚ : 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. I decided to head upstairs to Matt’s room to see what he was up to. I lightly opened the door, expecting to find him either playing video games or watching videos on his phone.

With a smile, I approached Matt and greeted him, “Hello Matthew” I chuckled. Matt looked at me in mild surprise, “I didn't know you were here.” I moved behind him, the chair serving as a barrier to our usual body contact. I wrapped my arms around him, meeting in front of his chest.

I rested my chin on Matt's shoulder, explaining, “I was downstairs with Chris.” My gaze lifted to the screen, my surprise growing as I realized he was live. With a playful wave, I said, “Hi chat!”

Matt chuckled at my surprised expression, “Oh yeah, I'm live right now.” The chat exploded with reactions, some surprised emojis and comments like:

“Y/N IS HERE?”

“HII Y/N!”

“IS THAT Y/N!?”

“Surprise stream?”

Some fans were clearly excited to see both of us together.

Leaning into Matt's chair, I saw the comment in the chat, “Surprise stream?” With a lighthearted smirk, I answered, “This is no surprise, I honestly had no idea Matt was live right now.” I shot a playful glance at Matt, who chuckled, clearly amused by the chat's reactions and my surprise appearance.

Matt, still smiling, said, “You just love making an entrance, huh?” The chat was going wild with comments like “I LOVE YOU Y/N” and “Matt and Y/N together again, the ultimate duo!”

Matt stood up, looking at the chat before heading over to grab a chair for me. I took his vacated seat, enjoying the new perspective as I scanned the chat, reading comments like:

“Y/N takeover!”

“Love seeing Y/N on stream,”

Sitting in Matt's chair, I greeted the chat, “How's everyone doing on this fine late night?” The chat responded with a variety of answers, some saying they couldn't sleep, others just enjoying the late-night vibes, and some simply expressing their surprise and happiness at my unexpected appearance on the stream.

I glanced back at the chat and teased, “How long has it been, chat? It couldn't have been that long since you guys have seen me, right?” The chat responded with various guesses, some saying they missed me, others saying it had been too long, and a few making jokes about my absence.

Seeing the chat mention the last time they had seen me was two months ago in the triplets last live in June. My eyes widened, “Holy shit, two months? Has it been that long already?”

Matt re-entered the room with a plastic chair, the headrest bearing a playful handwritten message. As he placed it beside me, I turned to him and asked, “Has it really been two months since chat has seen me?” Matt nodded, confirming the timeframe with a chuckle.

The chat responded with various comments, like “Y/N has been missed,” “Time flies when you're having fun,” and “Feels like it's been longer honestly.” Some fans expressed their excitement about the duo's reunion, others joked about time passing too quickly, while a few commented on how it felt like they had barely seen me in forever.

Matt laughed and settled into the plastic chair next to me. He quipped, “Y/N has secretly been here, she just never shows up on social media because she hates you guys.” The chat erupted with reactions – a mix of disbelief, amusement, and playful mock offense.

Turning to Matt, I quickly hit his shoulder, playfully protesting, “No, I don’t! I just don’t have content to share as I normally do.” The chat watched the exchange with amusement, some fans commenting on our banter, others jokingly expressing their gratitude for my online absence being over.

Matt feigned sadness, rubbing his shoulder dramatically. “Guys, Y/N hit me,” he exclaimed with exaggerated sorrow. I turned to him, warning, “Don’t start, Bernard, you know they’ll come after me and rip me into pieces.” I gestured at the camera, knowing full well the fans were already gearing up to make sad edits.

The chat reacted with a mix of laughter and concern. Some fans teased us, while others jokingly pledged their support for me against the incoming edits. “Poor Matty,” they said, “Here comes the sad edits!”

I looked at the chat and chuckled with Matt. Scanning the comments, I read aloud, “Where are Chris and Nick?” Then I responded, “Well, Chris had BARELY fallen asleep, and Nick is on tour with Madison at the moment.” The chat reacted, some fans expressing disappointment, others understanding the reasons.

A few comments popped up saying they missed the full group, but others quickly pointed out the current tour situation. One comment joked, “Poor gang is incomplete tonight.” Another suggested a late-night live with all four someday soon.

Seeing the comments about the incomplete group, I reassured everyone, “Don’t worry, guys. There will be a stream with the four of us soon. I promise.” The chat responded with a mixture of excitement and anticipation for a future live event with the full group.

I glanced at the headset on Matt’s desk, the battery life visible. I curiously asked, “Matt, are these charged?”Matt checked the status, confirming, “Yeah, they’re good for a few hours at least.”

Putting on the headset, I looked around the monitors, searching for the Spotify app. “Where’s Spotify?” I asked, scanning the screens. Matt chuckled and stood up slightly, pointing at his left monitor. “There,” he said, indicating the app’s location with a grin.

I searched through Spotify for a song and started bobbing my head to the beat, glancing at the chat. “What do you guys think?” I asked, inviting their reaction. The chat started flowing with comments about the song, some expressing their approval, a few criticizing it, and others simply asking for the track name.

Matt saw me enjoying the song, and leaned over to listen. I lifted one headphone up, allowing him to hear. It was Juna by Clairo. Matt recognized the album the song was part of and smiled, appreciating the music.

The chat noticed the exchange, and a few comments popped up recognizing the song and the album’s distinct sound. “Clairo, nice choice,” a fan typed. Another said, “Love that album!”

I turned to the chat, my eyes scanning through the comments. “How was your day Chat?” I asked, inviting them to share their experiences. The replies poured in— some had been busy with work or school, while others had been relaxing and enjoying their day off. A few fans mentioned having a stressful day and were thankful for the stream to unwind.

As the chat continued to share about their days, some fans turned their focus onto me. Their comments started asking about my own day, expressing curiosity about what I had been up to.

I explained, “Well I've been filming a vlog of this week as a comeback to YouTube, and I've been getting my stream room situated so I can stream. It's why I haven't been as active lately—you know, with the decorating and building things, plus the filming as an additional item on the schedule.” The chat responded with understanding and curiosity, some fans expressing excitement at the thought of upcoming vlogs and the eventual return to streaming.

While I was talking to the chat, Matt's gaze was fixed on me, his eyes locked onto my side profile. He showed rapt attention, like I was the only person in the room, his gaze never wavering from me.

Finishing my explanation, I turned my head to Matt, our eyes meeting. Smiling, I asked, “How about you, Matt? How was your day?” Matt chuckled lightly, his gaze not leaving mine.

Matt replied softy, a small smile on his lips. “I lazed around the house with Chris and we ordered food. Then, I thought I'd do a chill late-night stream.” His eyes remained fixed on mine, his tone even and soothing.

I nodded, understanding Matt's day. The chat was starting to notice the change in Matt's demeanor around me— how he became softer, more gentle, and spoke softer than his usual interactions with Nick and Chris. Comments started flowing in, some picking up on the contrast and praising it, others expressing surprise.

“Aww, Matt is so sweet to Y/N,” a comment said.

“He's usually so chaotic with Nick and Chris, but he's so soft with her,” another observed.

“They're so cute together,” someone else commented.

The chat continued to react, a mix of awe and appreciation for the softer side of Matt they were witnessing. Some fans were enjoying the contrast, others were just finding it endearing. “Matt is lowkey a sweetheart” a fan observed. “Who knew he could be so gentle?”

As comments about Matt's gentler side continued to roll in, I felt a tinge of shyness. I averted my gaze, my eyes skimming through the chat. Some fans praised the contrast between Matt's usual chaotic nature and this softer side, while others commented on how cute we looked together..

The chat was filled with comments like “Y/N is blushing,” and “Matt and Y/N are so wholesome.” A few fans teased, “Aw, is Y/N getting bashful?”

I laughed and pointed at the camera, trying to regain composure. “Guys, cut it out!” I protested with a feigned sternness. The chat amused at my reaction, continued to tease and poke fun.

Comments like “She's blushing, we got her all shy” and “Can't handle the flattery, Y/N?” filled the chat. Some fans even suggested creating a compilation of my bashful moments.

Laughing, I shook my head, feigning nonchalance. “What are you guys talking about?!” I exclaimed, trying to downplay the situation. The chat continued to tease me, enjoying my attempts at deflecting the attention.

As I denied any reaction, Matt couldn't help but notice my flustered state. He bit his lip, trying to hold back his laughter, the corners of his lip lifted ever so slightly, his teeth showing.

The chat didn't miss this, and the observant fans started commenting. “Matt's holding in his laughter, he knows something,” one fan noted. “Matt's got a smirk going, he's loving this,” another teased.

Matt's silent chuckle was getting harder to suppress. I turned to him and smacked his thigh, slightly pouting. “Don't laugh, it's not funny!” I protested, trying to maintain composure.

I took off the headphones, feigning annoyance. “You guys are mean,” I joked, pointing at the stream and Matt, who was still stifling his chuckle. As I started to walk away, Matt grabbed my wrist, looking up at me. “No, stay,” he insisted, his grip firm but gentle.

Reluctantly, I sat back down in the black chair, still pretending to be miffed. My act fooled no one, the grin on my face betraying my true feelings. The chat chuckled, seeing right through my mock irritation.

As I continued chatting with the stream, Matt suddenly stood up. “I’ll be back” he said, slipping out of the room. There was a brief moment of silence as he left, causing the chat to notice his absence.

He returned a moment later, standing behind me in the chair. I turned my head slightly to look at him and queried, “What happened?” My gaze met his, a look of genuine curiosity in my eyes.

He responded casually, “Just had to use the bathroom” his tone nonchal. His hands resting on the back of the chair.

I was still engrossed in responding to chat comments when suddenly, I noticed Matt dancing along to the next song. Chuckling, I turned around to face him.

The upbeat rhythm filled the room, and Matt moved with a carefree enthusiasm, clearly enjoying himself and the groove. Seeing him dancing so joyfully, I couldn’t help but laugh at the unexpected moment.

Matt pulled me to my feet, but I playfully protested with a smile, “No, Matt, I can't dance!” My words were a mix of jest and shyness, a common response from me.

Matt continued to playfully persuade me, “Come on,” he urged, finally pulling me up from the chair. A little laugh escaped me as I let him lead the impromptu dance session.

The dance was silly, as we moved together, laughter dancing on our lips, and joy flowing through the room. With Matt at the helm, we twirled and swayed, the stream audience delighted by the carefree moment.

As we danced, the world around us faded away, and it seemed like we were the only two in the room. Matt’s eyes remained fixed on me, his gaze unwavering as we moved in the small space, the closeness only emphasizing the moment’s intimacy.

Matt spotted the sudden rush of new subscribers and took a seat in his chair, gratitude shining in his eyes. “Holy shit, someone just gifted 50 subs!” he exclaimed, his hands moving in surprise. He leaned into the camera, a warm smile etched on his face, and spoke with sincerity. “Thank you so much for the support, everyone. We really appreciate it.”

The dance came to a sudden halt, and Matt slipped into his chair, the seat I previously claimed. I pouted jokingly, feigning disappointment, “Hey, that's my spot!” I whined, playfully pushing at Matt's shoulder. He chuckled at my teasing, enjoying the playful banter between us.

Matt let out a light chuckle, “It's mine now,”

As Matt stretched for the keyboard, I took the opportunity to gently wrap my arms around his shoulders, resting my chin on the top of his head. My gaze moved to the screen, curiously peeking at what he was searching for.

The song changed to a softer melody, casting a calm ambiance in the room. With my arms wrapped around Matt, I began to sway gently, pulling him into the peaceful rhythm of the music. He surrendered to the motion, his body mimicking my gentle movement, our bodies swaying in unison as if we were one.

While Matt scrolled through the chat and thanking everyone for the subs, I maintained my hold on him, humming softly to the melodic tune. With his focus on the chat, he seemed oblivious to the cozy connection between us. My chin rested on his shoulder, allowing me to softly hum by his ear.

It was not uncommon for us to be close, but the current moment was different, more intimate. The chat was taken aback by our closeness, how comfortable we were with each other, how Matt remained composed without a hint of blushing, and how he seemed perfectly content in my arms. Some speculated on the potential feelings behind our actions, wondering if this closeness was leading to something more.

As the stream continued, comments flooded in, highlighting Matt's gentle demeanor with me. “Seeing Matt so gentle when he's with Y/N is really heartwarming,” one viewer remarked. The chat was filled with admiration for the tenderness that came out when Matt was with me, a softer side he rarely showed.

Other viewers were delighted by the revelation, and some even playfully teased us about our dynamics, using it as an opportunity for humor. “Y/N and Matt, the cutest duo,” one message read, followed by a string of laughing emojis. Another said, “Matt's got a soft spot for Y/N, it's obvious,” sparking a series of teasing and playful comments.

As Matt scanned the chat, a particular comment caught his attention, his gaze lingering. He pointed to it for me to see, and there it was, a message that stirred the chat's curiosity:

“Matt is definitely in love with Y/N.”

His expression remained composed, but there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes.

Matt leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper in my ear. “How did they know?” he asked, his tone filled with a mixture of surprise and amusement. My heart skipped a beat as I registered his words, realizing what he was implying. It was as if he was dropping a hint, giving me an indirect confirmation of where his feelings stood.

The moment was charged with emotion, the stream temporarily forgotten as we shared this meaningful exchange. I knew that something was shifting between us. Matt's comment wasn't just a joke in response to the chat's observation— it was a confession, a gentle acknowledgment of his feelings for me.

I looked down at Matt, my arms still embracing him, and our eyes met. He looked up at me with a vulnerable expression, his eyes holding a soft wonder, doe-like in their tenderness. I whispered, my voice tinged with both surprise and hope, “Really?”

Matt nodded, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His expression was a mix of vulnerability and assurance, as if he was trusting me with a piece of himself. The moment hung in the air, a silent understanding passing between us, confirming that there was more to our connection than mere friendship.

As I nestled my head on his shoulder, a mix of emotions swirling inside me, Matt's hand found its way to my forearm. The casual touch sent a shiver through me, fueling the quiet electricity between us.

I hid my flushed cheeks in the crook of his neck, knowing that the chat was likely filled with playful remarks about our closeness. The intimacy of the moment felt both exhilarating and terrifying, as I realized the depth of my feelings for Matt.

Matt's attention turned to me, his voice dropping to a whisper in my ear. “It's so hard not to kiss you right now,” he confessed softly, his words heavy with a mix of desire and longing.

The words sent a jolt of electricity through me, my heart racing at the thought of his lips on mine. The tension in the room was palpable, and it seemed as if time had frozen for a moment. His hand on my forearm was the only thing grounding me from floating away in a whirl of emotions.

Lost in Matt's embrace, I whispered, “End the stream,” my voice barely audible but clear enough for Matt to hear. The world around us seemed to narrow down to just the two of us, our connection, and the delicate balance of our emotions.

“It’s getting late chat so I’m going to end stream now, it was nice talking to you guys and thank you all for all the subs today that I missed, we love you!” we both waved bye and he gently ended the stream, the screen fading to black. The chat, though disappointed, was left wondering what was going on and about the unspoken connection between us.

After ending the stream, I slowly withdrew my arms from around Matt's shoulders, the air between us heavy with anticipation. He rose from his chair, wrapping one arm around my waist and his other gently cupping my chin.

Our eyes locked, and he gently leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss. It was a moment filled with warmth and intimacy, the culmination of unspoken feelings becoming a tangible reality.

As our lips met, Matt's touch was gentle and tender, his lips soft against mine. The kiss started gently, but Matt slowly deepened it, introducing a passion that matched the depth of our affection.

Our bodies pressed closer together, our hearts beating in sync, as if we were two pieces of a puzzle completing each other. As our kiss intensified, a soft moan escaped me, a sound of pure desire and the longing we had both been holding back.

As our kiss deepened, my arms reached up to wrap around Matt's neck, my fingers instinctively finding their way into his soft hair. I pulled him closer, the physical connection heightening the emotional intimacy we shared.

Our bodies were now fully intertwined, as if we were two souls becoming one. The world around us faded away, leaving only the passion of our embrace and the love that grew between us.

With our kiss growing deeper and more passionate, Matt gently walked us towards the bed, guiding me onto the soft surface. Our lips never broke contact as he hovered over me, his body pressing against mine, the intensity of our emotions palpable between us. It felt as if we were the only two souls in the world, lost in our connection and the promise of what was to come next.

The kiss continued, our lips exploring each other's with a growing urgency. In the midst of it, Matt smiled against my lips, the gesture breaking the momentary immersion. I pulled back, puzzled by the interruption, and playfully asked, “What?” Matt's reply came without hesitation, his voice low and filled with sincerity, “I love you.”

His words hung in the air, their significance settling in my being. I looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation, and found only sincerity and vulnerability. Time seemed to stand still as I processed the weight of those three words.

Our connection, already profound, took on new meaning, filled with love and a depth of understanding that transcended words. I pulled him closer, my own feelings overwhelming me, and whispered, “I love you too.” Our lips met again, the kiss a proclamation of our commitment to each other.

⤹ ⊹ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @st6rify ୨୧ 🐈‍⬛ ₊˚๑ ❤︎︎

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Chris had been filming all day with Matt and Nick, and the constant pressure to get everything perfect was wearing him down. His frustration simmered, barely held in check, until it felt like a weight pressing on his chest. When Y/N, sensing his stress, clung to him for comfort, Chris snapped. He couldn’t help but lash out, his words sharp and unkind.

⭑.ᐟ : AGNST, cursing, happy ending

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🪄⊰˚ : 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, exhaustion evident in every line of his body. I was already in the living room when he entered, and I immediately noticed the tension radiating off of him. Without a word, Chris stalked straight towards the couch, dropping onto it with an air of weary resignation. The muscles in his shoulders were visibly taunt, his jaw clenched tight.

I moved silently to the side of the couch, watching him curiously. He had been filming with Matt and Nick all day long, and I knew that the constant pressure to perform perfectly had been taking its toll on him. Chris fidgeted restlessly, unable to find a comfortable position. His eyes were dull and distant, his mind clearly elsewhere.

I couldn't stand to see him like this, so I carefully perched next to him on the couch. At my movement, he glanced in my direction, his expression guarded. I tentatively placed a comforting hand on his arm, hoping to offer some small measure of solace.

I gingerly slid my arms around him, trying to pull him into a hug. Before I could even speak, he bristled, pushing me away with a harshness that stung. “Can you give me some goddamn space?!” he snapped, his voice crackling with barely contained frustration.

Chris surged to his feet, his movements jerky and agitated. He practically wrenched himself away from me, putting a few paces between us. “God, Y/N, you're so fucking clingy!” he hissed, raking a hand through his hair in frustration. “Just give me a fucking minute to breathe!”

I stumbled back, shocked and hurt by his words. Chris had never acted like this before, even when he was stressed out. “What the hell is your problem?” I countered, my voice rising.

Chris let out a ragged sigh, running a hand over his face. “You’re my problem, bro,” he grumbled, his voice tense. “I can't breathe for a god damn minute before you're, like, clinging onto me.”

I retorted, my voice tinged with hurt and defensiveness. “I was just trying to comfort you!” I exclaimed, my words tumbling out in a rush. “I saw how stressed you looked when you walked up the stairs, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay!”

Chris threw up his hands in frustration. “Well, if you saw that I looked stressed, then you should know I'm not okay!” he shot back, his voice rising with irritation. The muscles in his jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth, bristling under the weight of his frustration.

Chris clenched his fists, his patience fraying as he snapped back. “God, you're so fucking annoying, Y/N!” he bit out, his voice taut with irritation. He raked a hand through his hair again, the movements jerky and agitated. It was clear that he was reaching the breaking point, his usual calm demeanor cracking under the strain of his frustration and stress.

I recoiled, stung by his words. It wasn't like Chris to be so cruel, and I struggled to process his sudden shift in demeanor. “I'm trying to help,” I protested, my voice small and hurt. “You don't have to treat me like an inconvenience just because you're stressed.”

Chris rolled his eyes and turned away, striding down the stairs to his room without a backward glance. I huffed in irritation, chasing after him, determined to not let him brush off the argument so easily. “Don't roll your eyes at me, Chris!” I snapped, my voice rising as I followed him to his room. “You started this argument, not me!”

Chris retorted, his voice growing heated as we entered his room. “It wouldn't have started if you had just given me some space!” He stormed across the room to his bed, flopping down onto the mattress with a frustrated huff.

Chris pinched the bridge of his nose, his frustration mounting. “Well, you didn't have to be so clingy and annoying!” he shot back, his words sharp. “You could've given me space without having to be up in my face all the time! You're always hovering, always there, and it's suffocating!”

Chris continued, his voice strained with irritation. “You always treat me like a damn baby! It's so annoying, constantly fussing over me and trying to pamper me. I'm not some fragile doll, goddamnit! I can handle my own problems without you always being there, smothering me!”

I stood my ground, my own irritation bubbling up to match his. “I just want to help you!” I protested, my voice rising in pitch. “I care about you, Chris! And it's not pampering, it's just how I show that I care!”

Chris lunged to his feet, his irritation flaring into outright anger. “I don't need your fucking help! alright?!” he bellowed, his shoulders taut and trembling with the force of his words. “I don't need you constantly hovering over me, like I can't handle my own problems. I'm a grown man, not some pathetic child who needs your constant attention!”

I reeled back, shocked at the harshness in his voice and the coldness in his eyes. I had known Chris for a long time, and I had never seen him so hostile. “You don't have to be such a dick about it!” I snapped back, my voice shaking with hurt. “I'm just trying to be there for you, Chris! Is that so wrong?”

Chris's voice rose to a near screech, his anger reaching a boiling point. “Just leave me alone for once! Leave, goddamnit!” he shouted, gesturing wildly towards the door. “I don't need you here, I don't want you here! Can't you just take a hint and leave me the hell alone?!”

Chris continued to rant, his words becoming more and more unhinged with each passing second. “I'm sick and tired of your constant clinginess and your suffocating presence! You're like a goddamn parasite, never letting me have a moment to myself!”

He paced the room, his movements jerky and agitated. “I can't even think straight with you around, constantly bugging me, asking how I'm feeling. Can't you see that I just need some space?!”

My expression dropped into a sad one, my eyebrows furrowing in sorrow. “You don't mean that, Chris,” I said, my voice soft and pleading. “I know you're just frustrated and stressed out right now, but you don't have to lash out at me like this. I care about you, and all I want to do is help.”

I slowly approached him, my expression still one of hurt and sadness. But Chris recoiled, backing away from me as if my presence repulsed him. “Please, just leave,” he hissed, his voice cold and distant. “Get out of my room. I don't want you here.”

I snapped, my patience finally breaking as my emotions spilled over. “You're such a dick!” I shouted, my voice cracking with anger and hurt.

Chris fired back immediately, his own defenses rising in response. “Well your mouth is always full of it!”

I'd had enough. “Fuck you!” I retorted, my voice filled with a mixture of hurt and anger. I walked over to his green couch and grabbed my dirty clothes and shoved them in my bag. Chris let out a heavy sigh as he sat on his bed, his frustration beginning to subside. As he watched me pack my things, a wave of regret washed over him. He stood up from the bed, his voice soft and pleading. "Y/N, don't pack your things, please. I'm sorry," he said, his gaze fixed on my back.

Chris let out a heavy sigh as he sat on his bed, his frustration beginning to subside. As he watched me pack my things, a wave of regret washed over him. He stood up from the bed, his voice soft and pleading. “Y/N, don't pack your things, please. I'm sorry,” he said, his gaze fixed on my back.

I ignored his apology, too hurt and angry to forgive him so easily. “You told me to leave you alone,” I muttered, my voice cold and distant. “So I'm packing my shit and going home like you wanted me to.”

I continued to gather my things, jamming clothes and necessities into a small bag. I refused to look at him, my heart still smarting from his harsh words.

Chris' expression grew more desperate, his voice thick with regret. “Y/N, I'm sorry,” he pleaded, stepping towards me. “I didn't mean any of this. I didn't mean anything I said, please. I was just frustrated and stressed, and I took it out on you, and I shouldn’t have. Please, don't go.”

I maintained my cold demeanor, brushing past him without a glance. I headed into his bathroom, my thoughts racing in anger. I grabbed my toiletries and shoved them into my bag as well, determined to leave as quickly as possible.

Chris called out desperately as I walked past him again. He reached out and grabbed my wrist gently, trying to get me to stop. “Y/N,” he said, his voice pleading.

I refused to look at him, my heart stinging with hurt. “Let go,” I bit out, trying to pull my wrist free from his gentle grip. “I'm trying to leave.”

His voice grew softer, his tone pleading. “Y/N, look at me.” I continued to avoid his gaze, my emotions warring within me. “Please,” he repeated, gently grabbing my chin to coax me to look at him. “Baby, please.”

Reluctantly, I lifted my eyes to meet his gaze. The pain in his expression mirrored the ache in my own heart. His grip on my chin was gentle, yet firm, as if he was scared to let go, afraid I would slip away from him.

“I'm sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn't mean anything I said. I was just frustrated and stressed, and I took it out on you. I didn't mean any of it. I don't want you to leave, I want you here with me. I need you here. Please, stay. I'm sorry.”

Chris's expression softened as he spoke, his voice laced with regret and vulnerability. “It's not fair for me to say those things to you when you've helped me through so much,” he murmured, his eyes searching mine. “You've been there for me during my toughest times, and I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. You didn't deserve it.”

Chris's voice grew softer, his tone laced with a mixture of remorse and affection. “You're not any of the things I said, baby,” he murmured. “I enjoy having you cling onto me, and I really enjoy how you baby me. I enjoy it so damn much. God, I'm so sorry, Y/N. Baby, I'm sorry.”

Chris gently cradled my face in his hands, his touch gentle yet tremulous. His eyes flicked from one of mine to the other, his gaze brimming with vulnerability “Please, stay with me,” he pleaded, his voice catching on the words as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

“I can’t bear the thought of you leaving, of you walking out that door,” he continued, his voice quivering slightly. “I need you here, Y/N. I want you here. I don’t know what I’d do if you left.”

Chris drew a shuddering breath, the intensity of his pleading almost palpable. “I promise I won’t snap like that again. I’ll talk to you when I’m stressed, I’ll talk to you when I’m frustrated—”

I gently brought my hands to his face, tenderly wiping away his tears. “Baby, it's fine,” I reassured him, my voice soft and understanding. “I know filming has been hard on you, but just talk to me, okay? We don't have to talk if you don't want to; we can just enjoy the silence and the comfort of each other's presence. We'll get through this together, because I'm here for you.”

Chris's expression quivered, his eyes welling with emotions. He leaned into my touch, his own hands still gripping my wrists gently. “You're too good to me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I don't deserve you. I was such a dick.”

I shook my head, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “You do deserve me,” I said, my own voice wavering slightly. “And you deserve happiness. We're in this together, remember? The good times and the bad. I'm not going anywhere, okay?”

Chris's shoulders sagged, as if a weight had been lifted. He closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against mine. “Okay” he whispered hoarsly.

I gazed into his eyes, a soft smile playing at the corners of my lips. Then, I closed the distance between us, pulling his face to mine and initiating a soft, gentle kiss. Our lips met in a sweet and tender embrace, the passion between us fueled by a mixture of love and relief.

The kiss was unhurried and sincere, filled with unspoken apologies and promises. We held each other close, our bodies pressed together as the world around us faded into the background. In that moment, it was just us, our connection, and the silent vow to work through our issues together.

Chris and I reluctantly parted, our lips separating just as Nick's voice interrupted us. Chris glanced toward the door, where Nick stood, a playful grin on his face and bags of food in his hands. “Sorry to interrupt,” Nick chuckled, holding up the bags. “but we got food.”

I let out a soft chuckle at the sight of Nick and Matt making their way upstairs from the garage. I look at Chris, my expression filled with a mixture of love and determination. I take his hand in mine and run my fingers through his hair. “Let's go eat and forget about what happened,” I murmur, my voice soft yet firm.

Chris locks eyes with me, his expression softening as he nods in agreement. I lean in and give him a quick peck on the lips, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Come on,” I say, tugging gently on his hand. “I'm starving.”

We slowly make our way upstairs towards the kitchen, the earlier tension between us replaced by a comfortable quietness. Our hands stay intertwined, and every so often, I give his hand a comforting squeeze, silently reassuring him that I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Chris and Y/N find themselves at Chris’s secret beach house, a hidden gem he’s kept private, even from his brothers. He and Y/N relax on the sand, a fire crackling in front of them and soft music playing from Chris's portable speaker. As they admire the moonlit ocean, Chris's gaze lingers on Y/N, drawn to her serene beauty. When Y/N catches his eye, a charged, intimate moment begins to unfold between them under the stars.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : “𝐂’𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞,” Chris gripped my wrist firmly as he led me out of the back sliding glass door and down the steps onto the sand. “Chris,” I chuckled, stumbling slightly as I tried to keep up with his quick pace.

He shot a glance back at me, his eyes intense as he locked eyes with mine for a moment. “Stay close,” he murmured, his voice firm yet strangely tender.

The moon cast a gentle glow over the stretch of empty beach, the sound of waves lapping against the shore providing a soothing soundtrack to our surroundings.

Chris walked purposefully, his steps leaving deep imprints in the soft, cool sand as he continued to hold onto my wrist, almost protectively.

Chris finally released my wrist, gesturing for me to take a look at our setting. “Take a seat,” he instructed, placing a blanket on the sand near the unlit fire pit. He then knelt down to place his portable speaker on the blanket before standing up to strike a match and ignite the kindling.

I watched as the flames flickered to life, casting a warm glow over Chris's face as he looked up at me. The crackling of the fire blended with the sound of the waves, creating a calm and intimate atmosphere.

Chris sat down on the blanket, patting the spot next to him for me to join. I settled down beside him, a soft, comfortable silence settling between us.

As we sat there watching the fire, I found myself stealing glances at him. The way the flames danced on his face, highlighting the defined features and adding an air of mystery, drew my eyes.

Chris, seemingly sensing my gaze, turned to look at me, the corner of his mouth curving into a small smile.

I tried to focus my attention back on the ocean, but my eyes kept drifting back to him. The fire's flickering light emphasized the scattering of freckles across his face, making them stand out more than they normally would.

Chris remained motionless, his gaze fixed out onto the dark expanse of the ocean.

After a few moments, it was Chris who broke the silence. Turning to me, he spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You've been looking at me a lot.”

I felt my cheeks warm in a flush, caught off guard by his observation. I tried to brush off the comment with a chuckle. “Just taking in the view.”

Chris let out a soft, low chuckle, returning his gaze on the ocean in front of us. As he spoke, his voice was low and smooth.

“You know,” he began, “I've never brought anyone here before.”

I nudged his shoulder playfully, a teasing smile on my lips. “Should I believe that? I've known you for years, Chris. I've also been there through your frat boy era too,” I teased, making him chuckle, “I'm sure you've brought someone here before.”

Chris shifted to face me directly as he spoke, his expression turning more serious.

“I'm serious though,” he said, his voice serious yet soft, “You're the first. Not even Matt and Nick know about this place. I've never shared it with anyone until now.”

The weight of his words hung in the air between us, his confession adding a new layer to our already intimate setting.

I didn't know what to say, a mixture of surprise and gratitude washing over me. The fact that he'd chosen to bring me here, to let me into this hidden part of his life, made me feel a small shiver of excitement.

Chris looked back out to the ocean, his gaze fixed on the endless stretch of black water. I studied his profile, the sharp jaw, the strong nose, the way the fire's light created shadows on his face, making him look almost like a sculpture.

“Why me?” I finally asked, my voice just above a whisper.

Chris looked at me for a moment, his gaze intense. “I don't know,” he admitted, his brow furrowing slightly. “I just... I don't want to keep sharing everything with Matt and Nick. For once I want something that's my own, and I didn't want to share this with them.”

The words hit me like a shock. I felt a strange mix of emotions—appreciation, surprise, and a hint of something more that I couldn't quite pinpoint.

“But why me?” I repeated, my voice a notch softer this time.

Chris turned his head fully towards me, his expression unreadable. “Because,” he began, his voice a low rumble, “You've always seen me. For who I am. For real.”

I could feel my heart race a little faster, the meaning behind his words sinking in. He'd never said anything like this before, and hearing him speak so honestly, so vulnerably, was both unexpected and beautiful.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could get any words out, Chris changed the subject.

Chris suddenly rose from his spot on the blanket, brushing off any stray sand from his shorts. He held his hand out to me. “Come on,” he said, his voice firm yet comforting.

I took his hand, the soft texture of his palm sending a little shiver down my spine. I dusted off the sand from my legs and feet, then started walking ahead of him towards the water.

The cool, soft water lapped against my toes, causing a small ripple in the otherwise still surface. I closed my eyes for a moment, reveling in the sensation.

Chris stepped up behind me, his hands lightly touching my shoulders. I could feel his warmth radiating from his body as he leaned in close, his breath a soft whisper against my ear.

“Is this okay?” he murmured, his arms slowly wrapping around my shoulders.

I instinctively leaned back against him, the solidity of his chest pressed against my back providing a sense of comfort and protection. His arms tightened around me, pulling me even closer until there was minimal space between us.

We stood there for a moment, the cool water gently lapping against our ankles as he held me close. With his arms around me, he began gently swaying back and forth, his movements mirroring the slow rhythm of the music playing softly in the background from his portable speaker.

I found myself relaxing into his embrace, feeling safe and warm. It was normal for us to be touchy with each other—it's how we provided comfort to each other.

However, this touch felt different. It was more intimate, more charged than our usual interactions. There was an undercurrent of something beneath the surface that sent small jolts down my spine.

I tried to ignore the feeling, telling myself it was just the atmosphere, the seclusion, the soft music playing in the background, but a small voice inside me told a different tale. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart beating against my back, his breath warm on my neck, and it made my own heartbeat quicken slightly.

The silence around us was interrupted only by the sound of the waves and the quiet murmur of the music playing from his speaker. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to fully immerse in the moment, in the sensations of his body against mine, his presence surrounding me.

Without thinking, my hands moved up to his forearms, my fingers wrapping gently around his wrists. The skin was warm and smooth, the muscles there firm yet supple. I held onto him, the simple action grounding me and making me hyper-aware of all the points where our bodies met.

I could feel the firmness of his muscles under my fingertips, the steady, reassuring pulse of his blood through his veins.

I could feel his wrists move slightly under my grip, a small shift that sent a new wave of sensation through me. His hands on my shoulders flexed momentarily, pulling me even closer to him. There was a tension in the air, a silent acknowledgement that this moment was more than just a friendly hug.

After a few moments of silent tension, Chris began talking, his voice a low, steady rumble in my ear. It was almost as if he was trying to ignore what was happening between us. It was casual, nonchalant even as he continued to hold me close.

“Did you know...” he began, his words breaking the silence that had settled over us, “That the world's oceans cover about 70% of the Earth's surface?”

I chuckled softly, a small smile on my lips. It was typical of Chris to spout random facts whenever he had the chance. The guy had an endless amount of useless information lodged in his brain.

“Yeah,” I responded, feeling his body move against mine with my words, “I remember you telling me that. Multiple times”

I could feel him chuckle against me, the rumble of his laughter sending vibrations through my body. He was still trying to keep up with the casual small talk.

“I might've mentioned it a few times,” he admitted, his voice low and close to my ear. “I just think it's a fascinating fact. There's so much of the ocean we still haven't explored.”

I hummed in agreement, my mind suddenly spinning with a million different thoughts, all of them centered around the man behind me. The feel of his arms around me, his breath against my neck, his body pressed against mine...it was distracting, it was exciting. I tried to focus on his words.

“Maybe you should take up deep sea diving,” I joked, trying to mask my internal struggle with humor.

“Nah,” he responded, his voice a little amused. His arms tightened slightly around my shoulders, pulling me even closer, his chest now flush against my back. “I'd rather stick to exploring this,” he whispered, his breath sending another shiver down my spine.

I suddenly became aware of what I'd been doing—my fingers had been tracing small, absentminded patterns on his forearms, almost without realizing. When he spoke, my hand stilled, my whole body going slightly stiff as I processed his words.

“Exploring what?” I asked, my voice soft, breathless. There was a charged undertone to the simple question, a hint of the tension we'd been trying to ignore.

Chris was quiet for a moment, his arms still tightly wrapped around me. I could almost sense the struggle he was going through, the war between the feelings he was hiding and the casual banter that had become our norm.

Finally, he spoke again, his voice even lower, quieter than before. “You,” he simply replied, the single word packed with a wealth of meaning.

I felt my breath catch in my throat, a mix of surprise and disbelief rushing through me. The raw honesty in his voice, the way he simply said “You” made my heart skip a beat. I turned my head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of his face, but we were so close that I could only make out the strong line of his jaw, the curve of his chin.

“Me?” I managed to ask, my voice a soft whisper.

He answered my question with a simple “Mhm, you,” his voice a throaty murmur against the skin of my neck. At the same time, I felt his arms slowly loosen from around my shoulders, then slide down to my waist, pulling me even tighter against him. His lips found their way to the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving a trail of soft, warm kisses there.

His touch was electric, igniting sparks of need and desire within me. Each kiss, each drag of his lips against my skin sent a wave of heat through my body. It was different from the way we usually touched each other—there was something more, something deeper. His hands at my waist were firm, his thumbs gently tracing circles on my hips.

His lips moved from my neck to my jawline, each kiss a little more ardent than the last. His breath was warm, his kisses soft but insistent. I could feel my head tilt back slightly, exposing more of my neck for him to explore. I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the sensation.

I reached for his wrist at my waist, my fingers wrapping around the warm, muscled flesh. My mind was spinning, conflicted between the pleasure he was causing and the realization that we were out in the open.

“Chris,” I whispered breathlessly. He paused his kisses, his lips still touching my skin as he hummed in response, “Hmm?”

The sensation of his lips on my neck was making it difficult to think straight, but I forced myself to focus, to ignore my body's responses. “We can't,” I managed to say, my voice shaky. “We're out in the open. Anyone could see us.”

Chris pulled his lips away from my neck, but his hands remained at my waist, refusing to let me go. “It's a private beach,” he said, his voice still low and close to my ear. “Only the people who own homes around here can be on it. We're fine.”

The thought of us being completely alone, with no one around to disturb us, only added to the growing tension between us. “But...” I tried to argue, “What if...” but my mind was too fogged by the feel of his body against mine to come up with any solid argument.

“Shh, baby,” he breathed, his mouth back at my jawline, my neck, any patch of skin he could find. “You're worrying too much. We're alone, I promise.”

His words combined with his touch sent another shiver down my spine, my resistance starting to crumble. It was hard to argue with him when he called me “baby,” when he was touching me like this...

His lips found mine, stealing any further objections I might've had. I turned in his arms, our bodies now fully facing each other, our mouths locked in a heated kiss. All my thoughts, all my worries seemed to disappear as his tongue slid against mine, as his hands held me closer, tighter.

We stood there, our bodies pressed together, kissing under the moonlight. This wasn't like any other time we'd been close. There was no hint of friendly affection. This was pure, unadulterated desire, and we were drowning in it.

My hands tangled in his hair, holding his head in place as I returned the kiss with fervor. I couldn't get enough of him. His taste, his scent, the way he held me against him—it was intoxicating.

He nipped at my bottom lip, the slight sting causing a small gasp to escape my lips. He used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring, claiming.

His hands moved down from my waist, cupping my hips, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the evidence of his desire, hard and hot against my stomach, and it only fed my own need, my own hunger.

I could feel my body responding to him, to his touch, in ways I'd never expected. There was a primal need building within me, a need I'd never felt before, not for him.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, my mind filled with nothing but him, his kiss, his touch. I'd always felt a certain attraction to him, but this... this was more intense, more primal. It was as if a switch had been flipped and all my boundaries had vanished.

He pulled me tighter against him, his hands roaming over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I was drowning in him, in the sensations he was causing.

I needed more, I wanted more.

I broke the kiss to catch my breath, my chest heaving, my body on fire. Chris's lips moved down the column of my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands were under my shirt now, his palms flat against my bare stomach. The feel of his skin against mine sent another shiver through me and I found myself whispering,

“More.”

He growled in response to my plea, his hands sliding up further, his palms grazing the underside of my breasts through the thin material of my bra. “More?” he repeated, his voice a rough, raw whisper. “Are you sure you can handle more?”

I whimpered, my brain too foggy to form a coherent response. The feel of his hands on my skin, the sound of his voice, it was all too much. “Yes,” I managed to gasp. “Please, more.”

His hands moved again, his fingers finding the clasp of my bra. He looked up, his eyes locking with mine, dark with desire. “Tell me you're sure,” he demanded. “Once we start, I won't be able to stop.”

I met his gaze, my own eyes filled with need. “I'm sure,” I murmured, my voice breathless. “I want this, I want you. Don't stop, please.”

He crushed his mouth against mine in a hard, passionate kiss. Then abruptly scooped me up, his strong arms lifting me off my feet with little effort. I instinctively looped my arms around his neck, my legs wrapping around his waist as he walked us over to the blanket by the fire pit.

He set me down gently, bracing himself over me, supported by his forearms on either side of my shoulders. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, his eyes fixated on mine.

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a deep, heated kiss. His tongue danced with mine as his body shifted, his right thigh sliding between my legs. I gasped, the sudden contact igniting a wave of heat through me.

He broke the kiss, moving to my neck, biting and licking and kissing the sensitive skin there. I writhed beneath him, the mixture of pleasure and need making me forget to think. All I could feel, all I could focus on was him, his touch, his lips.

His knee pressed up against my core, adding to the friction, the pressure. I arched into him, my hips moving against his, seeking more. His hands were on my waist now, holding me in place as he continued his assault on my neck, my jawline.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this,” he murmured against my skin, his words sending small vibrations through me, “How long I've thought about you.”

His touch was driving me wild, his hands setting my nerve endings on fire with every slide of his fingers against my skin. All rational thoughts were gone from my head. I managed to find my voice, my words a breathless whisper. “So show me,” I said, my voice roughened by need.

“Show me how much you've wanted this.”

My words seemed to snap the last thread of his self-control. With a growl, he leaned back, his hands gripping the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion. I was suddenly bare from the waist up, the cool night air a shock to my overheated skin.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at me, his gaze roaming over my body, taking in the sight of me laid out beneath him. “God, you're beautiful,” he murmured once more, his voice thick with desire. His eyes roamed over my body, his gaze hot and dark. His hands were on my waist again, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of my shorts. “I want to see all of you.”

I couldn’t do anything but nod, my body responding to his words, to his touch. He slowly began to unbutton my shorts, his fingers moving with a precision that only hinted at his impatience. I lifted my hips, helping him remove the last barrier between us.

He leaned down again, his mouth finding my collarbone, trailing a path of kisses down to my chest. His hands continued to roam over my skin, his touch leaving trails of heat everywhere he went. I gasped, arching into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him against me.

His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, a spot I didn't even know was sensitive. I let out a small moan, tipping my head back to give him better access. He took full advantage, his mouth latching onto the spot, his tongue swirling over the skin.

His hands were slowly moving further down my body, his thumbs brushing along the lace waistband of my underwear. I shivered at his touch, my body taut with anticipation, with need.

He paused his kisses, lifting his head to look at me. His eyes were almost black with desire, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. “I promise,” he said, his voice rough, “By the time I'm done with you, you'll never forget this night.”

I looked up at him, my own breath coming in short gasps. I reached up, my hand cupping his cheek, my thumb brushing over his bottom lip. I met his gaze, my own eyes filled with desire, with need.

My heart was pounding in my chest, every part of me vibrating with desire. I took a shaky breath, my voice catching in my throat as I spoke. “I don't want to forget this,” I managed to say, my words a raw, honest admission. “I don't want to forget any part of this night. Of you.”

He groaned, the sound sending a thrill through me. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine, his eyes locked with mine. “You won't,” he promised, his voice low, intense. “I'll make sure you won't.”

His lips found mine again, the kiss hot and urgent. I let my hands explore his body. My fingers slid under the hem of his shirt, finding the warm skin and firm muscles beneath. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart matching the one in my own chest.

With each touch, each caress, I could feel him losing more and more of his control. I pulled his shirt up, my hand splayed across his taut stomach. I wanted to feel all of him, to touch and taste every part of him.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss. Without warning, he leaned back and pulled his shirt over his head. His hair fell back into place, messy and disheveled. He tossed the shirt aside, neither of us caring where it landed in the sand.

He leaned down, his mouth finding my collarbone first, then my chest, kissing a path down my body until he reached my stomach. His hands slid down my sides, his palms flat against my skin as he continued his path down my body. He moved further down, his hands now on my thighs.

His kiss moved to my thighs, his eyes locking on mine the entire time. There was an intensity in his gaze, a burning heat that made me shudder. He slowly kissed a path along my inner thigh, his tongue darting out to taste my skin.

And then, without warning, he pulled away, his hands leaving my skin. I felt a moment of bereavement, a small whine escaping my lips at the loss of contact. He simply chuckled, his eyes darkened with lust. “Patience, baby,” he murmured. “I'm not done with you yet.”

He reached up, his arms moving under me, unhooking my bra with the ease of practice. He removed it, tossing it aside, his eyes never leaving my body. I could see the heat in his gaze, the desire that mirrored my own.

His hands were back on my body, his palms gliding over my skin. His touch was reverent, almost worshiping. As if he were making up for all the times he'd wanted to touch me, but hadn't.

His lips moved to my breast, gently nibbling and kissing. But he didn't spend too much time there. He had other plans. Slowly, his hand drifted down to the waistband of my underwear.

My heart raced as I watched him hook his fingers into the delicate fabric. He looked up at me, his eyes burning with desire. With a gentle tug, he slid my underwear down my legs, throwing them somewhere on the sand.

Now I was completely exposed to him. He bit his lip, his gaze roaming over my body, taking in every inch of me. His hands ran down my thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Chris leaned forward, positioning himself between my legs. His breath was hot against my skin as he lowered his mouth to my core. I gasped as I felt his tongue flick against me, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. He licked and teased, driving me wild with desire.

His tongue explored every part of me, swirling and tasting. My hips bucked against his mouth, needing more, needing everything. He groaned against me, the vibrations sending me closer to the edge.

Chris's fingers entered me, joining his tongue as he devoured me. My walls clenched around him, desperate for more. He sucked on my clit, his nose nuzzling my flesh as he worked me higher and higher. I was so close, teetering on the brink of orgasm.

I reached down, grabbing fistfuls of Chris's hair. I held him to me, keeping his mouth against my core. I needed that contact, needed the pleasure he was giving me. I cried out as my orgasm washed over me, my body trembling and writhing against his mouth.

“Chris!” I moaned, my voice hoarse and needy. My nails dug into his scalp as pleasure consumed me, wave after wave of pure bliss crashing over me. Chris continued to lick and tease me through it all, drawing out every last shiver of pleasure from my body.

Finally, with a soft growl, Chris lifted his head from my dripping core. His face was flushed, his eyes dark with lust. He crawled up my body, his skin slick with my arousal.

“I need to be inside you,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire.

Chris quickly removed his shorts and boxers, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. My mouth watered at the sight; I desperately wanted to taste him. But before I could, he had lined himself up at my entrance, rubbing the tip against me teasingly.

“Please, Chris,” I begged, my voice low and throaty. “I need you” I couldn't take it anymore; I needed to feel him filling me up, stretching me out. Chris didn't make me wait any longer.

With a groan, Chris pushed inside me, his thick, veiny cock stretching me almost to the point of pain. But it felt so good. He filled me up completely, his hips pressed against me, his cock throbbing deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Chris! Oh fuck, Chris!” I cried out loud, my voice a whining moan as he started to pound into me. Every thrust hit me right in the cervix, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me.

“Fuck!” I cried out, my voice loud and high. I was a writhing mess beneath him, my nails digging into his back as he pounded into me. Each thrust was a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, driving me wild with need.

Chris's hips snapped forward, his cock driving deep into me with every thrust. I was completely at his mercy, my body helpless under the onslaught of pleasure he was giving me. My eyes rolled back, my head thrashing from side to side as he claimed me, marking me as his.

“Baby, slow down,” I managed to whimper, my fingers digging into the muscles of Chris's forearm as I tried to steady myself. But he was too far gone, too consumed by his own lust to listen to my pleas. He just kept pounding into me, his rhythm brutal and unrelenting.

Chris's cock felt like it was hitting my womb with each thrust, the sensation bordering on painful yet somehow still incredibly pleasurable. I could feel every vein, every ridge, every throbbing pulse of his dick as it split me open and filled me to the brim.

I whined and cried out, my voice high and strained as I begged for mercy. “Please, Chris! It's too much! Slow down!” But my words fell on deaf ears. He just kept fucking me harder, his thrusts becoming more erratic and wild with every passing second.

Chris's voice was a low, soothing rumble as he spoke, his hot breath tickling my ear. “I know you can take it, baby. Just relax and let me make you feel good. You're so tight, so perfect around me. Take my cock, yeah? Take it all.”

I couldn't help but cry out as he continued to fuck me, tears streaming down my face from the sheer intensity of it all. “Oh god, Chris! It feels so good! I can feel every inch of you!”

“Good girl,” Chris praised, his voice a low growl as he started to pound into me even harder. I could feel the weight of his body bearing down on me, his hips slamming into mine with a force that made the sand move beneath us. “Take it, baby. Take every fucking inch.”

“Yes! Chris!” I screamed as he kept pounding into me, my body trembling and shaking beneath him with each thrust. The way he was fucking me was driving me insane, every movement stoking the flames of pleasure higher and higher until I felt like I was about to explode.

Chris's thrusts grew more intense, each one harder and deeper than the last. He leaned down and bit my shoulder, marking me with his teeth as he reached for a new level of intensity. “Hold onto me, baby,” he commanded.

I wrapped my arms around his broad back, digging my nails into his skin as I held on for dear life. The sensation of his muscles flexing under my touch only fueled my desire, and I couldn't help but scratch and claw at him as he drove into me with abandon.

With a deep groan, Chris reached down and pressed his hand against my stomach, feeling the contours of his cock as it pushed inside me. The sensation was overwhelmingly intense, and I could hear the smack of his hips against my thighs as he picked up the pace.

The weight of his body bearing down on me, the thrusts of his hips against mine, the grip he had on my stomach as he felt his cock inside me—it was all too much. I could barely think straight, let alone form a coherent sentence. “Fuck, Chris...”

And that's when Chris really started to lose himself in the moment. His hips snapped against mine with wild abandon, and I could hear the desperate, guttural sounds he was making as he pounded into me over and over again

“Fuck, yes,” Chris groaned, his voice thick with desire and barely controlled lust. He leaned in close to me, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered dirty, filthy things that made me see stars. “Do you like that, baby? Feeling me so deep inside you?”

“I can feel your pussy squeezing me, gripping my cock so tightly,” Chris continued, his words punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh as he picked up the pace. “You're milking me for all I'm worth, aren't you, ma?”

“You're mine,” Chris panted, his hips stuttering as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. “Nobody will ever fuck you like I do. Nobody will ever make you feel this good.”

“Tell me you're mine,” Chris demanded, his voice a low, urgent growl. “Say it, baby. Say you'll never let anyone else touch you like this, that you're mine forever.” Chris gasped, his breath hot against my skin as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. His thrusts were becoming erratic now, his cock throbbing deep inside me as he felt himself about to come undone.

Chris grabbed my face in his hands, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me up to meet his intense gaze. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. “You can't even form the words, can you? You're so overwhelmed by how good I make you feel.”

I couldn't respond, my voice stolen by the intensity of the moment, by the sheer overwhelming pleasure coursing through my veins. Chris's grip on my face tightened, his blue eyes burning into mine with an almost desperate need.

As if I'd been waiting for the words to form, they spilled from my lips in a rush of breathless confession. “Fuck! I'm yours!” I managed to gasp out, the words feeling like a sacred oath. “Each part of me is yours, Chris. All of me belongs to you.”

Chris's eyes lit up with satisfaction at my declaration, a deep, rumbling “Good” vibrating through his chest as he pressed his lips to mine in a fierce, hungry kiss. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me, as he continued to drive into me with relentless, punishing thrusts.

I wrapped my fingers around his forearm, clinging to him as he pounded into me. He broke away from our kiss to gasp out the question. “Where do you want it?”the force of his thrusts almost too much to bear. But I needed more, craved the raw, animalistic connection only he could provide. “Inside,” I whimpered, my voice strained, pleading.

With a deep groan, I could feel the coils of pleasure tightening in my core, the familiar heat spreading through my body. And as Chris continued to thrust into me, I felt him hit that spot, the one that had me crying out in ecstasy, my nails digging into his arm.

The waves crashed against the shore, the sound mingling with our moans as the moonlight cast a silvery glow over us. my body shuddered in euphoria as the first wave of pleasure crashed over me, the ecstasy so intense, I could barely see straight.

“Chris!” I moaned, the sound torn from my throat as wave after wave of bliss washed over me, each pulse of Chris's hips driving me higher. The moonlight seemed to dance across his features, his face a mask of concentration, his eyes dark with his own impending release.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N!” Chris cried out, the muscles in his arms tightening as he buried himself deep inside me. I could feel him pulsing, releasing his hot warmth deep within me, each spurt driving me higher and higher until I felt myself shatter around him.

With Chris still buried deep inside me, our bodies trembling through the aftershocks, I watched as the moon cast its glow over the sea, the waves crashing gently against the shore.

Panting heavily, Chris collapsed on top of me, his weight a comforting press against my skin as we both struggled to catch our breath. The fire crackled and spat, casting a warm glow over our entwined bodies, the sweat that glistened on our skin sparkling like diamonds in the firelight.

The waves crashed gently against the shore as we lay there, catching our breath, our hearts pounding in sync. I could feel Chris's chest rising and falling rhythmically against mine, his breath warm against my neck. In that moment, everything felt right with the world.

Still catching my breath, I slid my hands into Chris's hair, fingers tangling in the short strands as I pulled his mouth to mine in a soft, lingering kiss. The kiss was different from our heated passion just moments before, but no less tender, our mouths moving slowly, savoring each other.

“I wasn't too hard on you, was I?” Chris asked, looking up at me with a hint of worry in his eyes. His face was flushed from our earlier exertions, and the firelight cast golden shadows on his stubbled cheekbones.

“You were perfect,” I replied, smiling at him. My fingers continued to play with his hair as I spoke, my voice soft and husky with post-coital bliss. Chris grinned down at me, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to my lips before resting his head on my shoulder.

Chris reluctantly pulled out of me, giving a soft grunt at the sensation. He stood slowly, his legs wobbling a little as he pulled on his shorts, his length still half-hard and nestled against the fabric.

Once dressed, Chris moved around the beach, gathering up our discarded clothing. I watched him as he moved, admiring the way his muscles rippled under his tanned skin as he bent and stretched to collect every last piece of fabric.

As I struggled to my feet, Chris moved over and wrapped me in the soft blanket that we had laid out on the sand . He smiled at me, his eyes warm and affectionate, before leaning down to pick up his portable speaker, slinging it over his shoulder with the strap.

Chris put out the fire with a swift kick of sand, then took my hand, helping me navigate the short distance to the stairs that led up to his beach house. We pushed through the sliding glass doors and stepped into the cool, air-conditioned interior.

“Let's get you in the shower,” Chris said, leading me towards the bathroom. He turned on the water, adjusting the temperature to a warm, steamy mist before helping me step under the spray. I leaned back against him as the water cascaded down our bodies, our skin slick with soap and desire.

After we finished showering, Chris and I stepped out of the bathroom and made our way to the bedroom. We lay down together on the bed, completely naked and unafraid of our bodies. Our legs intertwined as we stared into each other's eyes, lost in a moment of pure bliss.

The soft, silvery glow of the moon seeped through the white, see-through curtains that billowed in the gentle ocean breeze. The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, allowing the salty air to mix with the scent of Chris' skin.

Chris reached for the covers, draping them over our entwined bodies, creating a cozy cocoon of warmth and intimacy. As he pulled the fabric up, his lips found mine in a soft, lingering kiss.

The wind gently rustled the white curtains as Chris and I lay there, our bodies intertwined and covered in the soft blankets. I could hear the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore in the distance, creating a soothing soundtrack for our moment of intimacy.

“I love you,” Chris whispered, his warm breath tickling my ear. “More than anything in this world.” As the moonlight danced across his face, I smiled, feeling my heart swell with love and gratitude for this perfect moment.

Chris shifted, laying his head on my chest, his arms wrapping around my waist as he nuzzled against me. I brought my hand up, running my fingers through his soft, damp hair, smiling down at him as he closed his eyes, a content sigh escaping his lips.

The gentle sounds of the night filled the room as we lay there, the soft glow of the moonlight highlighting Chris' peaceful expression. I continued to run my fingers through his hair, the soothing rhythm making me feel a deep, content love for the man on top of me.

As Chris' breathing steadied, telling me he was drifting off, I leaned down and whispered against his hair, “I love you too.” The words were barely audible, but I hoped they carried the depth of my feelings to him as sleep claimed him, his chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm against mine.

I continued to lay there, my hand still moving through his hair as I quietly watched over him. The love I felt for him was overwhelming in the best way, and I knew that every moment with him was a treasure

My eyes grew heavy as I listened to Chris' steady breathing, the gentle rise and fall of his chest against mine. His hair felt so soft beneath my fingers, and the warmth of his body against mine was comforting.

Slowly, my eyes began to close, my own breath falling in sync with Chris’s. Our souls intertwined, creating a beautiful, peaceful scene in the dim room as we drifted off into a dreamless sleep, completely content with each other in that moment.

As I lay there, with Chris' warm body pressed against mine, my heart swelled with a deep, unyielding happiness. The way the moonlight touched his peaceful sleeping face seemed almost ethereal, and I felt an overwhelming certainty that…

everything in the world was right.

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀

SFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Y/N walks downstairs to see Chris in the kitchen filming his part for the upcoming video. Y/N notices how he was eating his favorite mini pizzas that he loved so much. She decides to join him and keep him company.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🪄⊰˚ : 𝐈 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes. As I entered the kitchen, the sight of Chris filming his part for the upcoming video caught my attention. I couldn't help but notice that he was indulging in his favorite tiny pizzas, the ones he always seemed to enjoy so much.

“Hey,” I said as I approached Chris, my voice still a bit groggy, “Mind if I join you?”

Chris looked up with a grin, his mouth full of pizza. He nodded, signalling me to grab a seat beside him. I took a moment to observe him as I settled down next to him. His focus was still on filming, but there was a sense of relaxation on his face as he enjoyed his miniature pizzas.

“I see you're enjoying your mini pizzas,” I teased, picking up a tiny pizza myself.

“Yup!” he replied, his voice slightly muffled between bites. “Can't pass up on these when they're in front of me.”

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, both of us munching on the tiny pizzas. I glanced over at his phone. Curious, I asked, “How's the filming going?”

“Pretty good,” Chris answered, his expression turning a bit wistful. “I'm just really missing Matt and Nick right now, you know? It's not the same recording stuff without them.”

I nodded understandingly. “I get it,” I replied, “But hey, you know sooner or later, you guys will be back together. Just a few more days.”

With a smile, I reached up and gently ran my fingers through his messy hair. “You know I'm here with you through this, right? You're not alone,” I reassured him. “I may not be Matt or Nick, but hopefully, I can still keep you company a little bit.”

Chris's tense expression softened as he looked up at me. “I know,” he said quietly, “And I'm glad you're here with me.” With a small, grateful smile, he leaned back a bit, letting my hand continue its soothing motion through his hair.

I smiled warmly, my hand lightly massaging his head. “I'm glad I'm here with you, too. It's nice to spend some time together, just the two of us,” I said softly.

Chris closed his eyes, leaning into my touch and sighing contentedly. “Yeah,” he murmured, “It is nice.”

We sat in companionable silence for a moment, the only sounds the occasional crunch of a pizza and the soft shuffling of my fingers through his hair.

Chris opened his eyes and looked at me, a soft, grateful smile on his face. “Thank you, baby,” he said, his voice gentle and sincere. “Really. I appreciate you being here for me.”

My hand paused in his hair as I met his gaze warmly. “Of course,” I replied, my voice filled with tenderness. “I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now except here with you.”

As my hand trailed down his face, I let it settle back into my lap, my gaze meeting his once more. With surprising gentleness, Chris's own hand found its way to my face, his fingers lightly tracing my features.

He pulled me in for a kiss, his lips meeting mine in a tender moment filled with silent affection.

The kiss was gentle, his mouth moving against mine a slow, tender dance. I melted into the moment, my own fingers intertwining with his and holding his hand against my face.

Pulling away slightly, Chris rested his forehead against mine, his eyes still locked on mine.

We broke apart, my breath slightly ragged, and I managed a small laugh. “You taste like a mini pizza,” I teased, my voice a little breathless.

Chris chuckled, a coy grin appearing on his face. “Is that a bad thing?” he asked, his hand still tracing lazy circles on my cheek.

“Not at all,” I answered, leaning in for a quick peck on his lips. Pulling away, I stood up, making my way over to the counter and grabbing a napkin.

I couldn't help bursting into quiet giggles as I heard Chris speak. Turning around, I found him talking into his camera with a lighthearted grin on his face.

“Feeling bad, mini pizza; feeling happy, mini pizza... can't sleep, mini pizza; slept fine, mini pizza... going over to a friend's, mini pizza; friends come over here, mini pizza...” he repeated, his voice affectionate. “And most importantly,” he continued, “When I'm hungry, mini pizza.”

I chuckle as I heard Chris’s little mini pizza monologue to the camera. I walked towards him, the napkin in hand and a smile on my face.

“You really do love your mini pizzas, huh?” I teased, handing him the napkin.

Chris chuckled sheepishly, taking the napkin from me. “What can I say?” he replied with a shrug. “They're just so damn good.”

He used the napkin to wipe away some of the pizza crumbs from his face and hands. “I eat, breathe, and live this shit”

Chris took another bite, talking through a mouth full of pizza. “I know if Matt was here, he'd be like,” he began in an exaggerated mimicking of Matt's voice, “‘You chew so loud,’”

He then switched to a mock version of Nick's voice. “And then Nick would be like, ‘Let me have a bite!’” He threw his head back and let out a laugh, clearly amused by his own impressions.

I chuckled and shook my head, walking behind him and gently ruffling his hair. “Finish up your food,” I said, “And meet me upstairs in your room when you're done.”

“I will,” he replied, looking up at me with a small smile. Before I could step away, he grabbed my hip, pulling me closer. I stumbled a bit, letting out a laugh as he brought me down to his level for a quick peck on the lips.

I broke away reluctantly, shooting him a smirk before straightening up. “Don't take too long,” I teased, walking towards the stairway.

Chris chuckled lightly, watching as I ascended the stairs. “I won't,” he promised, his tone teasing.

He turned back to his food with a grin, eagerly resuming his mini pizza eating.