#loser!sturniolo

[flggnaw]

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 / 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

[malefantcsy]

★⋆. MATT STURNIOLO P! LINKS

ⓘ 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌， 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽．

dilf! matt when he had to get ready for work but you looked so cute sleeping (somno)

dilf! matt with milf! wife not wasting any second as soon as the kids went to sleep

married dilf! matt with doll! babysitter (cheating)

munch! matt being chronically obsessed with having chubby! gf ride his face

munch! matt thats sick but only needs one type of medicine

loser! matt with popular!tutee on valentine’s day

big dick! matt is for the chubby girls btw.

dilf matt after seeing babydoll! gf in a skirt he bought her.

big dick! loser! matt getting experience from slightly chubby! bsf

[muwapsturniolo]

Cyber Sex 💿 M. Sturniolo

"W-was it good?"

✘ sub!matt, loser!matt, domish!reader, riding, hand jobs, titty sucking, one use of mommy.

PT 1 PT2 PT3

Decided to give yall an early xmas gift!!! enjoy the last part to cyber sex!!!!

Weeks.

It's been weeks since she had seen Matt and given him a blowjob. He had accepted his reward of taking her out on a date, but now it seemed like he was avoiding her.

Which was partially true.

As always, he was focused on his studies, especially with finals coming up. He stayed cooped up in his room or in the library, taking notes on top of notes. Passing all his tests was one of the only things on his mind, the other being her.

He wasn't trying to avoid her on purpose, but he will admit he's been milking the studying excuse.

It wasn't that he didn't like her, he was infatuated with her. It was just the fact the she was...well, her.

Everything about her was intimidating to him, the way she carried herself, the way she smiled, the way she squinted her eyes when she was up to no good.

She was a force to be reckoned with, and she knew it too.

So here she was, gathering the bags of takeout and other things, leaving her apartment with one thing on her mind.

Matt.

She doesn't take the elevator, knowing that the stairs would be quicker, and she's right.

Soon, she's standing in front of Matt's door, a determined look on her face. She knocks twice and waits impatiently for the door to open.

Unfortunately for her, it doesn't. She huffs and knocks again, but this time louder, the impatience she's feeling only getting stronger. Soon, she hears the muffled sound of cursing and some movement before the door opens.

" Hell-" Matt's breath catches in his throat as he sees her in all her glory. His eyes widen, and he fixes his glasses, looking off to the side.

"H-Hey what are you-" She ignores him and pushes her way into the apartment, looking around for a few seconds before setting her items down on the coffee table.

"Alright Matthew, let's talk." The tone of her voice makes him look down at the floor.

"You have been avoiding me, I don't know why, but you have, and to be honest, I don't like it. So what's your issue?"

He scoffs softly and crosses his arms, looking like a scolded child.

"M'not avoiding you..." He trails off, knowing good and well that he's lying. She stands in front of him and tilts her head, not believing him for a second. " Oh really? You're not avoiding me? Fine then, guess I'll go tell someone else that they wo-No!" He shouts unexpectedly. A small smirk makes its way onto her face as he watches him fidget anxiously.

"I-I'm sorry ok? I just....Like I said, you make me nervous, and then finals are starting, so I've just been everywhere... I-I didn't mean to make you feel bad o-or anything." Her smirk drops as she realizes this runs deeper than him simply avoiding her.

He truly was scared and nervous; this was all new to him, and he didn't know how to navigate it, and finals coming up wasn't helping him at all.

She softens her demeanor as he continues on, rambling in an attempt to clear the air. "I-I do want to take you on a date...I just don't want to disappoint you o-or embarrass myself..." She wasn't dumb, she could read between the lines.

He didn't want to disappoint her sexually.

"Matt....You don't have to worry about th-"

"Ok but it is something to worry about! I'm 21, and I've never done anything remotely sexual! All I do is stay to myself and study! I might as well be called a loser! hell, maybe even an incel!"

She stares at him with a straight face, "Matt-"

"And then here you are, the most experienced person I've met, the most prettiest girl, and yet I'm being a pussy and won't even take you out on a date! I'm fumbling! Hard! If this were a test, I'd fail!"

She finds herself smiling softly at his academic analogies.

"Are you done?" She asks him once he finally stops talking. He huffs and adjusts his glasses, running a hand through his hair. "Good. Now shut up and listen to me." She takes a step closer to him, his breath hitching.

"I don't care about any of that, ok? I don't care that you're a virgin and that I was the first girl to hear you moan." His cheeks flush a soft pink, his palms getting sweaty.

"What I care about is a boy that I find cute, sexual feelings aside, won't take me out on a date.....Now, I got takeout and a Lego set I'm not building alone. Do you want to join, take a break from studying?"

So there they were in Matt's living room, giggling and building a Lego set, the empty boxes of takeout discarded on the coffee table. The tension once in Matt's shoulder had disappeared, now knowing nothing was expected of him, and she wasn't worried about any of that.

He was able to relax, slowly coming out of his shell. She enjoyed his company, his witty remarks, his dad jokes, and the way he laughed. She was getting to know more about him and his life.

He was a good person to be around.

"I don't know where the piece goes!" He grunts in frustration as he tries to shove the Lego piece against another. She chuckles and snatches the instructions off the floor and holds them up. "This is why we have instructions, but no, you're too good for instructions.'' she teases.

He looks at her with a face of mock annoyance, "I'll have you know I've built multiple Lego sets with no instructions!" He points towards the various sets displayed around his apartment.

"Ok well, clearly your no instructions streak is over." Matt huffs and snatches the instruction from her grasp, shooting her a sharp look when he hears her snickering. He looks down at the small words and begins to read them, his eyes darting across the page as his tongue pokes out in concentration. As he does so, she takes the time to really examine him.

He had on a white thermal along with some grey sweatpants, his hair was a bit messy from how many times he ran his fingers through it, and he just looked

good.

"I think I got it!" His shouts of excitement brought her out of her daze, her eyes trailing down to the paper pamphlet falling to the floor. She sits on her knees and moves closer, their faces side by side as he puts the Lego piece in its correct spot. His hands moved quickly as he put the other parts together, his body bouncing in excitement.

It doesn't take long for the display to be finished, Matt's head whipping towards her.

"Done! Told you I didn't need the-" His words trail off once he realizes how close she is. She feels his body tense and his breath hitch, his eyes darting between her lips and eyes.

She quickly takes notice, the corners of her mouth twitching gently.

"Do you wanna kiss me?"

Her voice comes out in a teasing whisper, her eyes taunting him. He gives a slight nod, his tongue darting out to lick his dry lips.

"Y-yeah...."

"Then kiss me."

It's cute to her how scared he was, the way he slowly leaned forward and softly placed his lips against hers. She hums and stops him from pulling away, deepening the kiss and taking full control, allowing her tongue to enter his mouth. She pushes him back against the bottom of the couch and climbs into his lap, pressing her chest against his.

She giggles softly feeling his cock begin to harden underneath her, the tent growing bigger and bigger. She grinds against him, enjoying the way he whimpers softly.

She goes to pull his pants down, but he quickly grabs her hands, stopping it from going further.

"W-wait wait! I-I'm sorry, I umm-" He clears his throat as he pulls away from the kiss, his breathing ragged.

"Hey hey-" She caresses his face and chest gently, trying to calm him down. "What are you saying sorry for? We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"I-I want to I just...." His face turns beet red as he thinks about him being a virgin. He knew that she already knows this information, but having to say it out loud, the thought, It was just embarrassing for him.

"I know, that doesn't bother me Matt."

"I-It doesn't?" He was confused, why would it not bother her? Why isn't it bothering her? Don't girls want a guy who knows what he's doing in the bedroom?

She smiles and plants her lips against his once more, " Nope-" she trails a few kisses up to his ear before whispering,

"- It's the perfect way to teach you what I like."

He can't help the groan that leaves his mouth, the thought of her morphing him into her perfect plaything, her teaching him how to please her....He loved it.

He slowly lets go of her wrists and allows her to pull his sweatpants off along with his boxers. She wastes no time, wrapping her hand around him and slowly jerking him off. He sighs out, the stress and tension in his body fading away with every stroke.

Her thumb swipes over his tip, his lips parting slightly. Her hand felt better than his, it was so soft, smaller than his own.

He's embarrassed with how quick his balls tighten, his dick twitching in her grasp. He was close to cuming, and that's not what she wanted.

She pulls her hand away and moves back, pulling her own pants and underwear off. She settles back down in his lap, grinding their bodies together. Her bare and wet cunt only provide him with more pleasure, his breathing speeding up rapidly.

"Gonna let me ride you?" She asks breathlessly, her own pleasure rising due to his tip nudging her cunt repeatedly. He finds himself nodding eagerly, too excited and lost in pleasure to form a complete sentence.

She smiles and crashes their lips together once more. She situates herself on top of him, lining his tip up with her entrance before sinking down.

It's always the slip-in that gets her.

Her head falls onto his shoulder as his head tilts back onto to couch cushions, her thighs quivering at the stretch.

He was perfect, just as she had thought. He stretched her out just right, filling her up to the point where she found it hard to breathe.

This was a new and exciting feeling for him, it took everything in him not to cum on the spot. Her spongy, wet, and warm walls felt different from the ones inside her mouth, and he didn't know which ones he liked better.

She begins to move back and forth, grinding against him before starting to bounce up and down. Her soft and pretty moans flow through the apartment, making it harder for Matt to think straight. She was like a siren, clouding his mind with her sweet melodic songs, luring him to the ocean for his death.

His hands stay limp at his sides, his fingers twitching as they itch to touch her.

But he was scared, scared that if he did touch her, she'd disappear, and he'd wake up thinking this was all a dream.

"Fffuck Matt, s-so big!" She pants in his ear, her arms wrapped around his neck as she continues to bounce on him.

Her thighs and calves quickly become tired, a pout forming on her face as she looks at him, begging him to help and touch her.

"T-touch me Matt - Shit!- P-please!"

He couldn't say no to that face, he'd be dumb if he did.

So he finally caves, wrapping his arms around her like a bear and helping her keep up with her own movements. He adjusts his legs so they are propped up, and gently begins to buck his hips, meeting her every time she lands on his lap.

She gasps as he hits that special spot deep inside of her, her orgasm getting closer and closer. Their lips connect once more, their tongues messily fighting and their teeth clashing.

He holds her tightly, his fingernails digging into her skin, leaving small indents.

He needed to be closer.

Without a second thought, he removes her shirt, her breast falling free and bouncing in his face. He doesn't know what came over him, but neither of them was complaining.

She throws her head back as he takes one of her nipples into his mouth, and fondles the other. He sucks gently, using his teeth to gently nibble on the skin.

He moans in delight, his eyes closing, his glasses lopsided as he finally gets to experience all that he's been waiting for.

"Shi-it! S-so close, please please please, don't stop!" She begs, urging him to push her over the edge. He follows her directions, not changing anything he's doing, and continuing to pleasure her.

He feels his own orgasm approaching, his whimpers turning into loud and deep moans.

"Fuck, pl-Oh god! M-mommy!" He didn't even realize he said it, but she heard it loud and clear, and it was just enough to push her over the edge.

She moans loudly and falls against his chest, her juices trickling out and down his shaft. The feeling of her walls clamping down on him repeatedly was enough to make him follow her lead, hot spurts of cum painting her insides.

They lay against the couch, the both of them panting softly, still wrapped in each other's embrace. She slowly peels her body away from his and smiles at his flushed cheeks and dazed expression.

"W-was it good?" He asks in between labored breaths, his nerves clear as day. It was obvious he was eager to please her, wanting to hear her praises and words of reassurance.

"You were perfect pretty boy......Can you handle another round?"

[eph3merall]

can you write something abt loser!reader x fratboy!chris, where reader starts seeing someone else and chris gets jealous. I love your writing sooo much !!!

it's been radio silence from you to chris for about a week now. he's confused, because what the hell? last time he noticed, he was the only guy who ever gave a shit about you. so to see you posting a picture on your instagram with you and another guy made his face twist into some disgusted expression while staring at his phone.

you looked happy. like, happier than you usually were with him. which he found fucking ridiculous, considering for a good chunk of time chris was the only one who put up with your rambling and annoying habits. the post didn't get many likes, barely up to 150. it was mostly just some of your friends who probably thought your new boyfriend was hot and some random people who thought you were pretty, based on the comments.

he doesn't notice the swirl of jealousy unfurling in his chest, a second later and chris is banging on your dorm room door only to be met with silence. his knuckles bang against the wooden door unsteady on it's hinges, jaw ticking and teeth grinding together subconsciously. only again, you don't peek your head out in the crack of your door like normal, you don't come to answer and smile almost immediately as you spot chris.

he's standing awkwardly in front of the door to your dorm, either no one's home and he looks like a fool right now or you're ignoring him. he knows that 'friend' of yours who shares a room with you is out at a frat party tonight, and you don't even go anywhere—so why the fuck aren't you answering?

he's about to blurt out your name but thought against it as the hallway was deathly silent right now, especially so late at night. he'd probably get complaints from whoever roomed here. his knuckles rap against the door again, shifting around awkwardly. a swirl of frustration and annoyance bloomed in his chest, because you couldn't possibly be busy.

he tries the knob—obviously nothing. until the sounds of shuffling are heard inside, and a second later you're standing in the doorway with messy hair and weary eyes. a yawn mixes in with your words, too tired to even realize this is chris. you've been ignoring him for a little now, afraid if your new boyfriend found out he'd call it cheating or something.

chris doesn't say or do anything before shoving you inside and closing your door, met with dim darkness and the only lighting provided from the warm lamp on your desk. your dorm room is a cluttered mess of trinkets and work and textbooks, tabletop a pile of studies and some clothing items littering the floor.

"what's your fuckin' problem, kid?" you stare at him. it's like this for a little, the two of you staring as chris impatiently waits for his words to register in your thick ass skull. you don't really know how to respond, truthfully. lips tugging into a frown and shoulders lifting up and down a little, you take a seat on your bed. the sheets are everywhere, having just woken up.

chris is standing there looking so out of place. he keeps on thinking about that stupid post of you and that guy, forcing himself to try and calm the fuck down. "what, gonna sit there in silence? fuckin' heard me, know y'did. what the hell is goin' on? you've been ignoring me like i have the flu."

the little space is silent, and you kind of hate it. normally, silence comes as a comfort to you. it relaxes your head and makes you much less anxious, but this time it felt uncomfortable. it felt deafening, as you gnaw on your bottom lip until it's started stinging from the constant abuse. "i dunno. i, uh, i got a boyfriend," you shrug, like it wasn't a big deal. because it technically wasn't, you and chris weren't even together.

"oh, alright. whatever, then, so you go n'give me the silent treatment? that's some childish shit n'you know it," he scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest lazily, obviously upset. but why? he was more so upset at you not telling him and forcing him to jerk off into his hand for the past week, than the boyfriend part. he couldn't give a shit if you started dating your best friend.

chris isnt good with feelings. he'll play everything off, ignoring the way his chest burns as you justify what you did. he's barely listening to a word you say, the particular label 'boyfriend' stuck in his head. he couldn't believe someone like you pulled.

"so.. y'know," you've crossed your legs together on the plush mattress of your bed, eyes darting around your littered floor and practically refusing to look chris in the eyes. "sorry. didn't mean to ignore you.." and that's the truth. because chris has stuck with you, while your life turned to practically shit and everyone started becoming someone you couldn't trust. chris just rolls his eyes, scoffing under his breath and starting towards you. he stands in front of you, lip curled in annoyance as he looks you up and down for a second.

"whatever. y'should pay me back for all that lost time though.. so uh," chris' hands are gravitating towards his belt without another second, unsure of how to deal with what he's feeling in his chest every time he hears you mumble the word 'boyfriend' in his mind. it makes him feel sick. he wont ever admit it though.

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©eph3merall 2024

[55sturn]

LOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRIS LOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRIS LOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRIS LOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRIS LOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRISLOSER!CHRIS

[lockettesstage]

Normally Chris is soft, he's sweet. He'd never ever do anything to hurt you in any way, shape, or form. But something in him snapped today. Maybe it was the way you were begging him to just be a little rough, clutching his arms while wearing nothing but a too-big t-shirt. Maybe it was the "please"'s and "I can take it"'s you whined while swinging a leg up to straddle him.

All he knows is that he snapped.

Now you're a mess ontop of him. Whining and holding onto his biceps with your back digging into the desk top. He hadn't bothered to go to his bed, deciding to fuck you raw in his gaming chair.

"C'mon, baby, whos fucking you, huh?" He asks, grabbing your chin and tilting it down so you're looking at him. "Chris." You whine, not even answering his question, just pleading for nothing in particular.

He finds that he likes that a little bit more than he should, and you find out too by a particularly low groan that comes from his throat as he thrusts up into you again.

"Yeah, Chris is fucking you, huh?" You whine, your head falling onto his chest. "Chris is fucking you so good you cant even answer him." A breathy laugh comes from his lips as your nails dig into his biceps in agreement.

a fear this is all I have to offer to the people who wanted this and to the people that write smut, im literally embarrassed

[chrissturnsfav]

fuckgirl!reader flirting with loser!matt, but she’s drunk so he’s just acting all nonchalant abt it

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 loser!matt babysits drunk fuckgirl!reader

the bass thumps in your chest, the music a relentless pulse that matches the dizzying swirl of the room. everything’s fuzzy—lights blurring into streaks, voices overlapping into a symphony of noise. you don’t remember how many drinks you’ve had, but it’s definitely more than you should’ve.

and then there’s matt. sweet, awkward matt.

"matt," you whine over the music that echoes in your ears, drawing out his name, your hand reaching for his sleeve. your fingers barely graze the fabric before you lose balance, tumbling halfway into his lap.

he catches you, because of course he does, his reflexes sharper than you’d expect. "careful," he says, voice dry but not unkind.

"i am careful," you insist, dragging yourself up and planting one hand on his chest for stability. it’s a nice chest—solid under your palm. "you’re just in my way."

"can we go upstairs?" you say feigning sweetness with a crooked smirk, your breath warm against his neck.

"nah." he leans back and manspreads on the couch, cool as ever, like he’s immune to your charms. it’s sickening.

"why not?" you pout, tugging at his arm. your dress rides up as you move, not that you care—matt’s the only one looking, and isn’t that the point?

"because you’re drunk kid," he says simply, tilting his head like he’s assessing whether you’re about to topple over again.

"so?" you challenge, a teasing grin spreading across your face. "you’re supposed to take care of me, aren’t you? that’s what guys do at parties, right? fuck pretty girls?"

he rolls his eyes but doesn’t let go when you wrap your arms around his neck. "m'not fucking you kid," he snickers.

you groan, a little too loud, and press your forehead against his. "you’re no fun, matt. chris would fuck me. he would probably die for the chance."

"yeah, but i’m not chris," he says, gently disentangling your arms from his neck.

"clearly," you mutter, falling back onto the couch in a dramatic heap. you look up at him, your eyes hooded and pleading. "don’t you think i’m pretty, though?"

he snorts, shaking his head. "nice try."

"what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" you demand, half-offended, half-sickened by how unaffected he is.

"it means you’re wasted, and you’re not gonna trick me into saying something stupid," he says, leaning down to pull a blanket off the back of the couch. he drapes it over your legs, ignoring your protests.

"you’re boring," you declare, crossing your arms with a drunken frown.

"and you’re a fucking mess," he counters, his smirk softening into something almost fond. "but don’t worry. i’ve got you."

his words hit you in a way you didn’t expect—soft and steady, but somehow leaving a mark. it makes your chest tighten, your thighs hot, and your stomach flip.

you know he’s just being responsible matt, always the boring one, always the one making sure things don’t spiral out of control. but the way his eyes linger on yours, the hint of warmth behind the teasing, makes you need him even more.

you grab his hand, holding onto it like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. "matt," you say again, but this time it’s quieter, your voice dipping into something softer, almost vulnerable.

"what now?" he asks, half-laughing, though his hand doesn’t pull away.

"just one little kiss, at least. please?" you say, your voice dropping into something softer, more pleading.

he laughs, shaking his head like you’re ridiculous. "not happening."

"you're the fucking worst," you whine, ripping your hand from his and sinking into the couch again.

"sleep it off kid," he says, his voice softer now. "you’ll thank me later."

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: the way i literally was writing this without even seeing this anon! i was abt to publish it and then checked my inbox and i was like :o that's perfect. so i copy and pasted the draft here.

thank you for reading! <3

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[cherrynflowergarden]

જ⁀➴ mr cool and collected || loser!chris x dreamgirl!reader

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chris couldn’t stop glancing down at his hands as they walked. he stuffed them in his pockets, then pulled them out, rubbing his palms together as he snuck a quick look at her. she was walking beside him, totally at ease, her floral dress flowing around her as she sipped on her pink lemonade. she looked perfect, as usual—confident, elegant, like she belonged on the cover of a magazine, and she was with him.

meanwhile, his hand was practically trembling. he wanted so badly to reach over take her hand and feel just a tiny bit closer to her. but his mind was racing a million miles a minute.

what if his palms were sweaty? what if he accidentally squeezed too hard or too soft? what if she thought he was being weird?

they reached a bench outside the cafe, and as they sat down, he saw her glance over at him, smiling softly. she’d noticed him fidgeting, of course; his nervous energy was practically radiating off him. chris forced a grin and tried to play it cool, holding his iced tea a little too tightly as he took a big sip. he’d decided to go for something new, something different, so he wouldn’t look like a total pepsi addict right off the bat.

then, before he could even register what was happening, she leaned over and reached for his hand. the shock hit him instantly. her fingers were warm, soft, and delicate, fitting perfectly with his in a way he hadn’t dared to imagine. he felt his entire body go rigid, his heart thundering as he stared at their intertwined fingers.

“chris,” she said gently, amusement twinkling in her eyes as she looked at him, “you don’t have to be so nervous around me.”

he stammered, his face heating up. “i—i’m not nervous!” he blatantly lied, though he knew she could see right through him.

she just laughed, her thumb gently brushing over his knuckles. “your hands are kind of shaky, though,” she teased. “and maybe a little bit sweaty.”

he wanted to disappear right there, wanted the earth to split open and swallow him; but then, instead of pulling away, she held his hand a little tighter, giving him a reassuring smile that made him feel, just for a moment, that he might actually be okay at this whole dating thing.

“it’s cute, you know?” she said, leaning closer.

chris managed a sheepish grin, still pink-cheeked but feeling a rush of warmth. “y-yeah… guess it’s cute, huh?”

she laughed, giving his hand one last squeeze. “yep. And by the way, i really like you too. so just… relax, okay?”

he nodded, and somehow, just hearing those words made the world seem a little brighter. as they sat there, hands intertwined, he finally felt like maybe he wasn’t just some loser who got lucky; maybe he really did deserve a chance with her.

but later, as they walked off, she smirked, nudging him playfully. “so, mr. cool and collected, when’s our next date? think you’ll survive it without blushing?”

chris’s ears turned pink all over again. “uh… no promises,” he admitted, grinning shyly. he was still completely unable to believe that she actually wanted to go on another date with him. part of him wanted to pinch himself to make sure this was all real.

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[hearts4werka]

NNN day 15 | Unspoken Words

“A pathetic what? Loser? Nerd? All bullshit labels you and your friends love throwing around?”

summary: it’s pouring rain outside and you’re in a heated argument with the so-called ‘loser skater boy’ of the school, Chris about your popular friend group constantly picking on him but you don’t know what you could possibly do about it, in the heat of the moment you accidentally confess your love for him that you’ve been bottling inside of you for ages now, how will Chris react to the sudden confession?

warnings: ANGST, heavy language, pouring rain, arguing, angry love confession, kissing, mentions of bullying & possibly more!

authors note: bro this is coming out so late I’m so sorry I seriously am having trouble keeping up with posting fics everyday I might just change the schedule for every two days so I have time to write the fic so from now on I’ll post NNN fics every two days and I’ll try to make them better too, luv y’all sm and hope y’all enjoy this one

The rain was relentless, pouring down in heavy falls as I stood at the edge of the high school parking lot, glaring at him. Chris, the loser skater dude sat leaned against the slick metal of his beat-up board as water streamed down from his dark hair. It was a pathetic sight, really, the way he was looking at me through the downpour like he truly believed I’d stand there and listen to him whine while my friends were making his life miserable just a few feet away. “Chris, it’s not my fault they’re dicks! Just stand up for yourself!” I yelled, the wind whipping my words back into my face. I could see him flinch at the sharpness in my tone, but honestly? He was pissing me the fuck off right now.

“Easy for you to say,” he spat back, his voice rising above the rain. “You think I want to get into it with them? They’ve made my life hell since middle school. And here you are, acting like you’re above it all.” “Whatever, Chris! You could actually do something about it, but instead, you stand there like a pathetic—” before I could finish my sentence, he cut right into the middle of it. “A pathetic what? Loser? Nerd? All bullshit labels you and your friends love throwing around?” My heart raced as the fight quickly escalated, frustration spilling out of me like the rain pouring down but hee wasn’t wrong, I could feel my friends laughing as they made comments, snickering at his expense as they walked past us.

I was too stubborn to admit that it bothered me, to admit that I felt trapped between two worlds — my friends who I felt loyal to, and Chris, whose passion for skating and the freedom he radiated off him drew me in. “Why don’t you just tell them to stop?” I snapped, fists clenched at my sides. “Oh, right!” he emphasized each word through gritted teeth, “Because you know they’d listen to me. ‘Oh, look at the loser! What a joke!’” He was pacing now, waves of frustration beaming from him as he glared at me. I could tell he was hurt and that made it worse for me. This wasn’t the first time we’d had this conversation, it seemed every time we met, our discussions turned into a bickering fight.

“Why can’t you just grow a backbone for once?” I found myself shouting, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Chris was the one person I didn’t want to keep fighting with. There was something inside me that pricked me at the thought of him being hurt—something that made me want to shield him from the world, even if I was part of the problem. “I get it, you’re popular, you have to keep up your perfect appearance.” His voice was cold and I hated that I could see right through it. “But that doesn’t mean you need to stand by while they bully someone who hasn’t done anything to you.”

The weight of his words hung between us, and for a moment, we both bathed in the silence, thunder rumbling in the background and threatening to strike. My breaths came ragged, and I could feel the frustration boiling over, a fierce mix of feelings I’d contained far too long. “Do you even care about them?” I shot back, suddenly feeling more bold, “I mean, seriously, do you care that I’m their friend? Or is it just about you being the victim here?” “Maybe if you gave them less attention, they’d stop. Ever think about that?” he shot back with a knife that cut deeper than any of my friends’ insults.

I took a step closer as rain soaked through my clothes, breath hitching as the heat between us crackled. “You think I’m just some heartless bitch, don’t you? You think I enjoy having these petty losers as friends? You know nothing about me,” I spat. He stepped forward, our faces inches apart as the storm raged around us. “So what’s stopping you from saying something? You’re the one with the power in this situation, right?” And just like that, the last strings broke inside me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to shake him and make him understand. “You don’t get it at all, Chris! Maybe I don’t always know what the fuck to do! Maybe—” My voice trembled and before I could think about the honesty I’m about to spill, I continued, “Maybe I just didn’t know how to tell you I liked you!”

His eyes widened, surprise sparkling in them and my heart tripped over itself at my confession. My cheeks burned and beneath the rain, I could feel the silence swallow us whole. The storm around us was like background noise as everything I pooled inside of me far too long, unraveling and honest. My breath caught as he closed the distance, moving so smoothly it caught me off guard. “What are you do—” Before I could finish, he tilted my chin up and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was sudden as if he was attempting to drown out all the noise in my head, all the rambling I would never stop. It felt electric, warmth pulsing through my veins that made the rain fade into nothing.

When he finally pulled away, my pulse immediately started to race. I blinked up at him, confusion swirling inside of me. “Wait… Did you just really kiss me to shut me up?” He smirked, a shimmer of playfulness in his blue eyes. “Maybe,” he replied and I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension slowly dissolving into something lighter, something filled with hope. “So, popular girl, what now?” I hesitated but with a new fire building inside of me I grinned and said, “We show those little bastard who not to mess with.” And as the rain poured and drenching us both, I realized that maybe, just maybe, we’d figure it out together.

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[nonchalantlucy]

Introducing....

LOSER-SUB!CHRIS STURNIOLO X DOM!READER

warnings: smut, edging kink, masturbation, sub male, slight degradition kink, losing NNN, overstimulation, oral sex (male recieving), use of y/n, little to no plot, pet names, NOT PROOF READ

details: DOM!READER will be using SHE/HER pronouns. chris lives with his girlfriend, y/n, who works at the local pet store. one day, she comes home early to find chris in a very compromising situation.

a/n: hi lovelies!! thank you for voting on my poll. as you can see, this story won! if you would still like to see the matt story, let me know!! this is my first time writing in MONTHS, so excuse me if it's bad... ENJOY!!

You walked into your apartment, noticing all the lights out. You know Chris is home, You saw his car outside, and it's only 6:00.

You slide your shoes off and walk deeper into the familiar darkness, placing your purse and jacket on the couch.

You stumble towards the hallway, tripping slightly on a cord. You come to a halt outside of yours and Chris's shared room.

You reach for the handle, turning it to open the door slightly. You stop in your tracks, the door not even halfway open when you hear a quiet whimper.

You peek your head around the door and into the room, seeing Chris lying on the bed. One arm is draped over his face, his head thrown back into the pillows. The other hand is rather low, stroking a quite intimate area very rapidly.

You step into the room fully, slightly mesmerized at the sight. You couldn't help but giggle quietly, which Chris hears.

His arm shoots off his head, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over himself as he sits up. His eyes glued to you.

"Babe, your home early..."

He speaks awkwardly, shying away under the blanket.

"That I am. What were you doing?"

You speak teasingly, walking towards the bed slowly. You know what he was doing, and he knows you know

"Nothing babe."

"Oh, so jerking yourself is nothing?"

"Shut up.."

"Weren't you bragging to Nate about how your gonna win NNN?"

"And I will. Its No NUT November, doesnt mean I can't touch myself."

"Hmm, I think I could make you lose."

You say, sitting down next to him, your hand snaking under the blanket and resting on his thigh.

"As if. I have more self control then that."

Chris speaks in a tone of courage, but the shudder his body gives and the quiet gasp he lets out says otherwise.

"Is that...a challenge?"

You speak, gently lifting the blanket off of him and crawling over him, hovering.

"Maybe."

As soon as the word left his mouth, you wasted no time. Your lips fly down, attacking his, as your hand snakes down his body to his most intimate member.

You wrap your finger around his cock, gently, causing him to gasp into the kiss. When his lips part, your tounge subconsciously shoots into his mouth, exploring it.

You begin to move your hand up and down, slowly. Your long nails, which he had paid for, adding extra sensation.

You slowly pull your lips off his, before moving them down to his neck. Leaving little bruises all over it, being sure to bite his most sensitive spot.

"Y/n.."

He gasps out your name, his hips bucking involuntarily up into your hand.

"Shh, be quiet for me.."

You mumble against his neck.

Your stroking gets faster, and his whimpers get louder.

"Y/n, Im gonna cum!"

Chris cries out, and you immediately stop the movement.

He lets out a whine and looks down at you, giving a questioning look.

You pull away from his neck, looking up at him.

"Wouldnt wanna lose, now would you?"

You smirk, crawling back up and kissing him.

This kiss is long and passionate, as he cups your cheek. Your tounges danced together in a loving fight. The heat between your bodies matching the flame of the sun.

Your hand moves back down, starting the stroking slowly. Teasing the tip of his cock, before speeding up slightly.

You pull away from the kiss, staring down at him. Watching as his eyebrows furrow, and his head tilts back slightly.

His lips pressed into a thin line, a slight sweat on the edges of his mouth. His eyes squeezed shut.

You begin moving your hand faster.

His mouth falls open, groans falling out one after another, and his head jerks back further.

You can tell hes close. So,

You stop your hand movmemt, earning a whine from him. You give him a sharp look, shutting him up before he has a chance to protest.

You climb off the bed, getting on your knees at the edge. You open your mouth to give commands, but before you can Chris is already positioned infront of you, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Little slut."

You mumble, before kissing the tip of his length. He lets out a quiet whimper, before responding. Or atleast, attempting to respond.

"Im not a slu- ahh!"

His words cut off, and blend into a moan as your wrap your lips around his tip. Your tounge flicks the very top as you move your mouth lower.

He throws his head back, a stream of curses, moans, and grunts leave his mouth as your work your magic.

You push your mouth as far down and deep you can go. Taking almost all his length in your mouth. What you cant take, your hand is tightly wrapped around it and twisting.

This throws him over the edge, his head falls back as he attempts to pull away from you.

"Please, im gonna.."

Before he can finish his sentence, you feel a string of warmth fly into your mouth and down your throat. It was a salty taste, but you swallowed it all nonetheless.

You dont pull your mouth way however. You keep going.

Sucking, and bobbing your head up and down.

"To much, to much"

Chris cries out, but his hand that has found its way to your hair eggs you on, pushing your face towards him as his hips buck up into your mouth.

Whimpers upon whimpers leave his mouth, and even faster then the first time he releases in your mouth once again.

You pull away, after swallowing it of course, and look up at him.

"Loser."

"Shut the fuck up."

hope you enjoyed it ! its not the best and kinda short, but its what i got ! let me know if you have any requests !!!

[camzeecorner]

I wanna write loser!chris so bad.. like literally a LOSER.. I feel like most of the fics i read that are loser!chris it’s more of a quiet!chris type of vibe, and not many people understand the concept of a real loser.

Type of kid to eat lunch in the stalls, have food thrown at him, milk poured on him, pushed around, thrown in the trash can, crybaby, bullied, etc. I mean the biggest loser EVER.

But the problem is I have no vision of how the storyline would go.. so I’m gonna listen to some music and shut my eyes and hopefully something will come to mind

[guiltyc0nscience]

⟡ ݁₊ . introducing fratboy!chris

࿐frat!boychris is the life of the party. lives in boston massachusetts with his brothers—matt and nick—but spends most of his time at the fraternity house or around campus. a loud, confident, and extroverted personality who thrives in chaotic social settings. loves parties more than anything. you'll mostly catch him with a joint hanging from his mouth. listens to travis scott, drake, tyler, the creator, playboi carti, and house music. drinks more energy drinks than water. always has a cap on (mostly backwards,) and his silver chain.

⟡ ݁₊ . introducing loser!reader

࿐loser!reader is an introvert to her core. quiet and shy. prefers staying home over going out. loves lipgloss and the colour pink. spends most of her time reading, studying, or rewatching her favourite shows. awkward in big crowds and always avoids the spotlight. loves artic monkeys, lana del rey, phoebe bridgers, harry styles, and mac miller. drinks iced-coffee all year round. finds comfort in over-sized hoodies, sneakers, and her favourite books. would rather have a deep conversation with one person than try to impress a room full of people. has a small circle of close friends.

it wasn't your kind of night. parties like this never were.

the frat house was alive, pulsing with bass-heavy music and the chaotic energy of too many people crammed into one space. you had come reluctantly, dragged by a friend who insisted that "getting out would be good for you." now you stood awkwardly in the corner of the kitchen, gripping a half-empty cup of something that smelled too strong and tasted worse. you tried to look busy--pretending to text, adjusting your sweater--anything to avoid eye contact.

chris noticed you almost immediately. not because you stood out, but because you didn't. in a room full of girls trying to throw themselves at guys and loud laughter, you were quiet, kept to yourself, your eyes flitting nervously as if you were desperate to shrink into the shadows. it was a contrast he couldn't ignore.

he walked over, his easy confidence radiating even as he leaned against the counter beside you. "you don't look like you're having fun," he said, his voice loud enough to cut through the noise but tinged with a teasing grin.

your head snapped up, startled. you hadn't expected anyone to talk to you--least of all him. his red backwards cap, red solo cup and silver chain practically screamed frat boy, and the way he held himself made it clear he knew how to own a room. you glanced at him, then quickly looked away, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"i'm fine," you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the music.

chris raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "yeah? because standing in the corner looking miserable doesn't really scream 'fine' to me."

you bit your lip, unsure how to respond. part of you wanted to brush him off, but the other part--the part that noticed how his smile didn't feel as cocky as you'd expected--kept you rooted in place.

"not really my scene," you admitted softly, your fingers tightening around your cup.

"well," he said, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, "lucky for you, it's my kind of thing. stick with me, and i'll show you how to survive it."

you rolled your eyes softly, but when he didn't leave--and when his teasing grin softened into something almost genuine--you couldn't help but let a small smile slip, even though your nerves were sky-rocketing. maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.

[adormeee]

first introduction…

(mean!popular!reader x loser!guitarist!chris)

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You’re currently trying to lay in the sun reading your magazine.

But everytime you feel like you can relax you hear this annoying bug, but it’s not a bug it’s that kid next door, chris was it?

It didn’t matter who he was all you knew is that he is a wannabe guitarist just like his friends, they are just blasting music in their garage but sometimes it could just be him and it’s still pretty annoying.

You can’t even believe he lives here, i mean cmon he doesn’t even look rich!

Cursing under your breath you walk next door to the neighbors, confronting this kid. “excuse me” you walk closer but of course how can they hear you with them blasting their little instruments.

“EXCUSE ME!” your on your final straw all you wanna do is lay in the sun reading your favorite magazine.

“can you be more considerate? there is some people in this neighborhood who have actual things to do like maybe relax and not listen to your annoying music” you huff crossing your arms.

The guitarist, speaks up “ oh shit- yeah m’sorry we didn’t mean to disrupt.” His bandmate looks back at him, looking at you right after, with a pissed off expression, he speaks up.

“Well we don’t see anyone else coming up to their house with complains” you scoff the audacity this boy has.

“Well- I-” you huff before taking a breath in “i’m gonna say this one time and one time only” you start walking closer to the band specifically to guitarist.

“Im the one who lives right next to you and you” your finger on chris’s chest. Chris doesnt know what to do he freezes on the spot, your other finger pointing to the drummer, who looks identical to him.

“You guys blast music day after day, anytime i’m home that’s all i hear, why can’t you guys do it when i’m not home it’s a win, win you can blast as much as you want and i don’t need to hear it.”

You smile looking at all three band members, “well how are we supposed to know when your home or not?” the drummers questions.

You think for a minute, you look at the small coffee tables that holds a black pen, you don’t think before you grab the guitarist hand “this will help you keep in contact with me, letting me know when you will start playing.”

You look up at him “oh! and just because i’m giving you my number doesn’t mean we will be texting each other like that” you put the pen down before turning on your heels.

You start to walk away before you stop in your steps, “also since i’m home, shut down your band for today” you continue to walk back to your spot in the front yard.

Chris just stood there looking down at his hand, he can’t believe he just got a girls number but not just a girl your number,

“cmon chris wipe that off she can’t tell us what we can or can’t do.” Nathan his best friend looks at him fixing his mic.

Matt agrees with him, protesting how she is just a selfish girl.

Chris blocks them out because he still can’t believe the interaction, “we’ve been practicing for two hours guys it’s not the end of the world if we stop for today” chris looks at Nate and Matt.

Nate was about to argue with im before Matt tells him to drop it. They start to put away their equipment and head into the triplets living room sitting on the couch with nick.

Without anyone knowing chris already has your contact in his phone, dreading for the day he can text you.

The group forgets about the interaction as they start their round of fornite.

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a/n: idkk if this is a good way for their for introduction eeekkk

taglist: @mialovesyouchris @sturniolosymphony

[missmimii]

If I repost your smutty fic without saying anything, just KNOW I’m in a public setting and need to save it for later

[eph3merall]

I really liked the concept of loser!reader x fratboy!chris, I need more plsss. PS: I love your writing so much!!

idk how i feel about this. hope u enjoy <3 havent specifically thought out their dynamic / character traits yet so this might be a lil iffy. thank u sm n i love u 🤍

notes. loser!reader has an oral fixation n ends up sucking chris' dick.

the two of you lay on chris' bed, the aroma of weed heavy and laying a thick blanket over the room. a candle is lit on his desk for some ounce of lighting and to mask the scent of smoke—a window cracked open as well. every small gust of wind is making the flame atop the candle flicker and wave, casting shadows across the space.

chris is sat up, back resting against his headboard with your head cradled gently in his lap. you're laying on the plush mattress slightly sideways to allow your head to fit onto his lap, a throw blanket draped over your body. your face is itchy and red from previous tears, letting the soothing palm of chris' hand rub over your shoulder and into your hair.

he's smoking a joint, feeling his chest lift up and down with each inhale and exhale. soft little sniffles sound from your nose, strands of hair sticking to your tear-stained cheeks. chris is taking a puff and watching the smoke filter out of his mouth, then offering you the joint.

slowly, you reach out to take it between your fingers—quick to inhale and then exhale the smoke in your lungs. chris reaches for the joint back quickly, however you hold it out of reach just to take a few more huffs. he's rolling his eyes and halting the comforting swipe of his palm across your shoulder.

that's when you give it back to him, whining out lowly in an effort to tell him to keep going. keep touching you. smoke filters out from between your lips as you watch it dissipate into the air. then, chris' hand resumes the path he was taking—rubbing over your shoulder and making it feel as if your skin started burning and tingling with every swipe of his palm over bare skin.

you had gotten into an argument with your parents, then when one of your friends asked what was wrong you had flipped out and yelled at them. you didn't mean to, truly. but it was all just so much and your head had been spinning, a migraine forming and tears burning behind your eyes. then, said friend just scoffed and pranced off to another one of her more popular friends, already starting to whisper and point—giggles reaching your ears and just making you more upset.

so you go and see chris. he wasn't exactly happy to have you knocking on his door like a kicked puppy. he was rolling some pre's for some buyers later that night, maybe heading off to a party at some frat house to see if he can make some extra cash as well.

so when you're running into chris' arms and clutching at his sides like some little kid, he's quick to shove you off and back up to eye you up and down. muttering something about 'what the fuck' and 'fuck is wrong with you?' when you sniffle and the heel of your palm comes up to wipe at the tears now clinging to your lashes and dripping down your rosy cheeks.

and soon enough, you find yourself all tired out and laying your head on chris' lap as you two pass a joint back and forth. it took a little convincing for him to let you stay, but you're forever glad he agreed. you don't exactly have anyone else to go to right now.

chris is suddenly tugging you up so you're sitting in his lap, setting the joint into the ashtray on his bedside little table. he's unscrewing the cap on a plastic water bottle that's already about 2/3 of the way empty, lifting it to your lips. "drink, c'mon. prolly exhausted y'rself n' got your mouth all dry after all that cryin'.. pathetic," the last word is mumbled under his breath and you barely pick it up. you grasp the water bottle, the plastic crinkling under your palms as you take a few sips.

"i'm fine, chris," you huff and shove the drink away from you once chris isn't shoving it in your face to take a sip from it. he's rolling his eyes and placing the bottle back onto his bedside table—only to pick up the joint and take a huff. surprisingly gentle hands are guiding you back down to rest yiur head on his lap—which is what you assumed—but he's positioning your head in front of his crotch.

chris says nothing, only shifts his sweatpants down until his dick is free, already slightly hard as you gaze at him in that way that makes him hate you. all puppy-eyed, staring at him like he's some god to you. sometimes it just pisses chris off so goddamn much. he couldnt tell you why when asked.

hes humming lowly when he sees you ease the tip of his dick into your mouth and suckle on it all gently. he's realized you might have some sort of oral fixation—always wanting to suck on his dick or his fingers or something. so he lets you. not always, sometimes it gets annoying and chris just rams all of it down your throat.

but he's kind of high right now, hand tangling into your hair and stroking the back of your head gently. "mhm, s'what y'needed right?" you're moaning softly around the length of him, shifting your body so you can bob your head up and down gently. lifting off him to mouth at the side of his cock, getting it all slick from your saliva and mewling all soft and in a way chris finds fucking pathetic.

"s'aight, baby. y'got me.. don't worry 'bout 'em."

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take the ending however u want—had half a mind to make him more nice/more mean but i settled on this version. (for this au.. chris isnt normally this nice. he's literally trash talking reader to her own face sometimes bc hes pissed.) it is soo late sorry for any spelling mistakes / blah blah blah im supes tired </3

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[55sturn]

✮ LOSER!CHRIS AND MEAN GIRL!READER BLURB 0.3

disclaimers: mentions of heavier drugs [ coke ], mentions of and usage of psychedelic drugs [ acid ], bad drug trips, swearing, mentions of alcohol, angst.

loser!chris who always has every single one of mean girl!y/n's favourite things packed into a duffle bag beside his bed, so he's prepared whenever she shows up at the start of what feels like a bad trip or she's severely hungover and doesn't want to put on an "everything is perfect" mask around her family and whatever over the top gathering they're holding. sometimes. she just needs to mellow out, to rest in bed for the entire day beside her favourite person, to seek out the odd sense of comfort chris brings her, despite the fact she's adamant on not admitting that he puts her at ease.

as she steps into his apartment, her head starts to spin a lot more violently than it already was from the acid she dropped half an hour ago, her stomach turns anxiously, and she's quick to run into his arms, letting him hold her as the drug starts to kick in, and she begins to slowly relax into his hold, her mind slowly starts to melt as she lets the drug take over, and she's babbling about the colours she's seeing and the way it looks like chris' curtains are dancing in the wind, and the way it feels like the beat of the music chris put on is making the walls move in time with it.

and she stays with him, panicking all over again as her trip lessens before starting back up. and chris is there through it all, holding her close and giving her water, reminding her that she's safe over and over again until the drug fully wears off after about five hours, and falls asleep curled between his duvet and sheets.

and when she wakes up the next morning, she feels a bit unsteady and hazy, asking chris why he let her stay over, and he rolls his eyes affectionately before pressing a kiss to her forehead, and explaining she didn't feel safe enough to go home because her parents would either be drunk or have people over, and as much as she adores her step-mom, she knows her focus would be on the people she's hosting instead of her daughter, and chris' heart tightens with anger and frustration as her face falls, realizing just how vulnerable she'd been with him.

she's quick to gather her shit, telling chris she'll see him at karina's party later that night, trying to get out of there as fast as possible, pushing down the uncomfortable sense of safety and warmth building in her chest at the thought of chris taking care of her without a second's hesitation, she hates to think about how much he cares, and how much it affects her.

and when she sees him later that night, sitting on a patio couch, his legs outstretched before him, a charming and gentle grin on his face as he talks to his brother in karina's backyard, a pretty little redhead perched on the other side of him, whispering and giggling in his ear, her jaw ticks with anger, and she sees that she's nothing special to him, just like every guy who was exactly like him that she's been with. but as she pours a hefty shot, she's wondering why it bothers her so much to see him, assumedly, entertaining another girl.

and she picks at everything about him that she can see to make herself feel better, she hates how long his hair has grown, and she hadn’t noticed when she was tripping shit in acid at his apartment earlier, and she hates how much she loves the natural curl to his hair, and the way she wants to play with the curls. and she scoffs in such a snobby, nose upturned to the sky kind of way, at the fact that he’s wearing white birks to a public outing, and she can’t get over how much he exudes such strong loser energy as he laughs with his friends over stupid shit with a joint dangling from his lips.

and karina watches the entire scene unfold with a knowing smile, karina's girlfriend was the one sitting beside chris, talking to him about the shit she wants to buy so her and karina can have some fun, and chris finds it hilarious how open this chick is, and as he reaches into his pocket, fishing out the baggie of sour diesel he packed specifically because karina asked, he spots y/n, placed so prettily in another guy's lap, her hand playing with his hair, the same way she'd play with chris' as his group of friends piled into his living room, the group of six of them sharing a blunt, making y/n giggle as chris kept shifting beneath her.

and he watches with bated breath as the guy gently tweaks the bows pinned so nicely in her hair, making her laugh shyly as she swats his hand away. he hates the domesticity of the scene unfolding in front of him.

and his eyes narrow, tossing the bag to the redhead beside him before taking off, not giving a fuck about the potential sales he’s missing out on, texting his main coke buyer that he'd do a drop off later. and he's angry as he sends a text to y/n.

chris

so now that we're around ur type of ppl, suddenly i'm not good enough for u to be around? u had no problem sitting yourself in my lap at jake's party the other night? all these people know we're hooking up.

y/n

why are you so worked up over this? it's not like we're dating, plus that redhead seemed to keep you busy

chris

so that’s what this is abt? if u even had bothered to talk to ur so-called best friend karina, u would know that’s her girlfriend that she wanted everyone to meet lmfao.

ur always so concerned with ur own problems and so wrapped up in your own mind that u don’t gaf about anyone else.

i’m over it y/n don’t bother coming by later i’m gonna be busy

y/n

what? where the fuck are you gonna be?

chris

i’m gonna be doing a big drop off at the bonfire by the docks and no you’re not coming with me.

STARS CORNER the angst in this series is going to kill me

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