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⸻ PUSH AND PULL • part four

— fratboy!chris x sassy!reader

— includes: smut with plot, dom!chris, sub!reader, dirty talk, fingering, kinda public¿, cursing, mention of weed, chris being a freak<3 — english isn't my first language.

chris is cocky and persistent, all about getting what he wants until he accidentally runs into you at a party. your sarcastic attitude, and the way you refuse to fall for his charm, is both incredibly hot and frustrating- challenging him in ways he never experienced before.

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a small whimper leaves you when chris finally pulls out, plopping down on the bed beside you. your cheek is pressed into his pillow, breath shallow and uneven, fingers still clutching at his sheets as you lay on your stomach.

you blinked slowly, looking at his side profile, heart still pounding.

chris slowly moves his eyes to meet yours. "eight," he mutters, voice rough but amused. "you lost."

your eyes narrow, "you actually counted?"

he smirks, "what can i say? i'm a man of statistics."

you scoffed, slowly rolling onto your back, your legs tangled in the sheets. he teases, "so, next time we gettin' to ten?"

"who said there's gonna be a next time?"

chris gave you a look that said 'be so for real.'

it was the fourth time this week that you'd ended up in chris's bed— and it was only fucking wednesday. everything spiraled after that night at the skatepark almost two weeks ago. since then, you'd been constantly hooking up with chris, started going to frat parties again, and replying to his stupid messages late at night when neither of you had the time to actually meet.

it was simple— you needed something fun in life and he needed to get laid, so it worked for both of you.

"okay, whatever," you mutter, pulling the blanket higher to cover your chest.

"not whatever 'cos you lost," he repeats.

yeah, you made the mistake of thinking he couldn't make you come more than five times in a row. you both made a deal and he was more than happy to prove you wrong.

eight— that's how many orgasms you'd had tonight. you're almost afraid that if you try to stand up, your legs might give out.

"i heard you the first time," you huff, knowing his ego is through the roof even more than normally. you give him a side eye, exhaling slowly. "alright, what do you want for winning?"

chris shrugs, getting up and walking toward his dresser, butt naked, knowing you'd steal a glance anyway, which to be fair, you did. looked him up and down. "dunno," he replies. "might take my time decidin'. be ready though."

"that sounds ominous."

"what, you scared?" he glances over his shoulder, catching you looking. the corner of his mouth twitches upward as he grabs a pair of sweatpants and slowly puts them on. "if ya want another round jus' tell me before i go 'n shower. unless you wanna go with me—"

"shut up," you groaned, looking away. "i barely feel my legs."

"that sounds like a you problem," he says, stretching like he hadn't just been rearranging your entire existence a few minutes ago. you scoff, slowly sitting up, "of course." your hair is a mess, eyes heavy lidded.

chris disappears in the bathroom for a moment, before coming back into the room with a towel. he walks over to you slowly, still shirtless, that same smug look on his face. he offers the towel out, holding it and looking down at you all fucked out. "need a hand?" he asks playfully.

your face twitches immediately, "you're insane."

chris gave you a hand once. last week, when he wore you out so much, that he had to help you clean yourself up. he ended up fingering you and making you squirt. he teased you about it for the next two days.

"can't even try to be a gentleman these days," he sighs dramatically, his smirk betrays how much he's enjoying this.

you take the towel out of his hand with a deadpan stare. "can do it myself, thanks."

"sure," he mutters, turning away with a grin, and making his way to his desk. he sits down in his chair, slouched back, pulling out his stash from the drawer. with practiced ease, he starts rolling a joint. "next time maybe don't bet against me," he glances over at you, while you clean yourself up under the blanket. "--unless you wanna keep losin'."

his fingers move with lazy precision as he shapes it, packing it down and sealing the end of the rolling paper with a flick of his tongue.

you rolled your eyes without looking up. "whatever. you just got lucky."

"eight times in a row?" he raises an eyebrow, standing up. "that's not luck, sharpie. that's skill."

"sharpie?" you questioned.

"you got a sharp tongue," he replies, opening the window and leaning against the wall beside it, lighting the joint and taking a long drag.

you side eyed him for the hundredth time this night. "never call me that shit again."

"gotta find a good, suitin' nickname for ya."

you ignore him, sliding off the bed, wrapped around the blanket— making chris to roll his eyes. he wouldn't mind having a lil show after you both are done.

you look around for your underwear and something to throw on, your gaze landening on a shirt crumpled near the dresser. you pick it up, pulling it over your head with no hesitation, then bending down to grab your panties off floor. you catch him watching you in the mirror. "freak," you comment, pulling your underwear up and throwing the blanket on the bed once you're covered.

he takes a long drag from the joint, looking you up and down. "borrowin' my clothes costs and i only accept it in cash or in bed," he says playfully, smoke trailing out of his mouth.

you glance down, only now realizing the shirt you're wearing doesn't belong to you— has to be his. it hung loose off your shoulders, brushing against your thighs, all soft fabric and his scent.

"does your dick never get tired?" you ask, stepping beside him. he looks down at you, taking another drag and exhaling slowly through his nose, smoke curling against the windowpane.

"ask your pussy."

"oh my god, cant even have a proper conversation with you."

he lets out a low chuckle in disbelief, "whose fault is that? you literally jus' talked 'bout my dick."

you roll your eyes, reaching to snatch the joint from between his fingers, but he pulls it back at the last second, holding it just out of reach with a smug grin. "try again," he teases.

"seriously?"

he shrugs. “it costs, remember? cash or bed. or…—" he leans in just slightly, voice dropping. "--you can earn it right here.”

your brow quirks. “what, you want me to beg for a hit now?”

“nah,” he clicks his tongue against his teeth. “jus' open your mouth.”

you narrow your eyes, catching on fast. you parted your lips, watching as he brings the joint to his own, the ember glowing in the dim light. he closes the gap between you, one of his hands resting lazily on your hip as he exhales slow, lazy smoke directly into your mouth, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. not touching, but close enough to taste the heat of it.

you inhale without breaking eye contact, the sharp burn hitting your lungs hard. "that's cheating,” you murmur, voice slightly rough, a thin trail of smoke escaping between your lips as you speak. "you started it,” he smirks, his hand squeezing your skin slightly. “talk shit, get smoked.”

you barely even get a breath, about to shoot back something sarcastic, but the words stuck in your throat as he glances at you sideways, his eyes dropping to your lips again.

then you hear three solid knocks at the door.

you look in that direction, though chris' gaze doesn't shift. he just takes another drag, eyes locked on your face intensely. "m'busy," he says loudly, convinced it's someone from the frat.

there's a small pause, but then comes a muffled voice from behind the door. "don't care. we're comin' in," the guy warns.

chris is caught off guard, the voice clearly familiar to him, his eyes finally snapping towards the door just as it swung open. you see two guys walking in, both pretty damn tall, familiar in a weird way, clearly related to the shirtless boy next to you.

oh.

they both stop when they notice chris has company. they look at you, then at chris, then back at you.

you instinctively take two steps back from chris, pulling the oversized shirt down over your thighs, like it could help.

"did i fuckin' tell you to come in?" chris asks with a hint of annoyance. he didn't need his brothers to meet you.

the guy with tattoos looks back at chris, clearly not pleased with his brother either.

actually they both have tattoos, you realize.

"we've been textin' you, but your dumbass never fuckin' replies," the brunette answers.

"i'm busy," chris repeats, taking one last drag and putting out the joint in the ashtray, exhaling the last bit of smoke.

"clearly as fuckin' always. can't even spare your brothers one minute?" he scoffs, then looks at you, "not blamin' you though." his eyes move down and back up as he raises an eyebrow. "nice shirt," he says sarcastically, clearly recognizing it as one of chris's.

you glanced down at yourself, then over at chris who didn't even blink. "yeah, thanks..."

"yeah, really suits you. borrowed?" nick raises both brows, humming without waiting for an answer. "fair," he mumbles, then snaps his fingers. "oh, my manners. i'm nick," he salutes. "that's matt," he points at his brother. matt gives you a polite nod.

you introduced yourself as well, looking between the three of them, trying to figure out how the fuck they shared the same face, but carried it so differently. nick was definitely stealing a scene just by standing in it, the small grin playing on his lips, like he was seconds away from saying something reckless and probably hilarious. matt though, he seemed unreadable, relaxed, leaning back against chris's desk like he had all time in the world.

and then there was chris. if you saw all three of them without knowing them, chris would be definitely the first one to intimidate you with his whole vibe going on.

nick's eyes linger on you, like he was slowly connecting the dots. he had seen your name pop up on chris' phone a couple times. not that he'd asked, but it was a bit strange. as well as he knows his brother, chris only texts girls to come over and eventually get freaky over a text— but a casual texting back and forth? the first time he's seeing something like that.

well, actually, he's seen it once.

"you guys look literally the same, what the fuck?" you paused, realizing how dumb that sounded, your face scrunching. "wait, that was so stupid. you probably hear it, like, all the time."

"at least you're self aware. that's cool," nick gives you a grin. "and no, we don't look exactly alike. i'm more handsome."

chris and matt both scoffed. "you wish," matt speaks up.

"i don't have to wish, matt. i'm the blueprint." nick looks at you, clarifying, "i was born first."

"yeah, born first with no brain."

"says the one thinkin' with his dick instead of using the rest of his brain cells. if ya even got some," nick shoots back, already making himself comfortable as he plops down on his brother's unmade bed.

oh, he shouldn't—

"we just fucked there, bro." chris casually says, grabbing a random shirt from his chair and throwing it on.

there's no way he just said that.

“oh my god..." you groan, burying your face in your hands for a second, heat creeping up your neck.

nick jumps up from the bed like it’s on fire.

“dude— eewwww!" he whines dramatically, brushing his palms over his pants. “i’m gonna need a full body cleanse. i sat in it. in it, chris.”

"that's what'cha get for sittin' your ass anywhere uninvited," chris replies, smirking at your dramatic reaction.

you glance up at him, hating how smug he looks for someone who just announced your business to his own siblings. "can you shut up for once?"

"what?" he huffs. "s'not like you look all put together right now. it's kinda obvious."

you wanted to smack him.

"shut the fuck up," you said again, embarrassed enough. meeting his brothers while standing only in chris's shirt and your underwear wasn't the perfect scenario. "i need to go to the bathroom," you mutter, walking toward the bathroom door, brushing past matt and ignoring his and nick's curious gaze on you. "oh, pass me my clothes," you say, stopping in the doorway and looking at chris.

he rolls his eyes, bending down and picking up your bra and skirt from near his desk. he winds his arm up to throw them—

"hand them to me, dumbass," you add, not wanting your clothes to be thrown at your face in front of his brothers. you've already felt and looked stupid enough.

he stops mid motion, raising an eyebrow. "you've got legs so use 'em," he replies, but already makes his way over to you. he places your clothes in your hands with a grin. "unless you still can't feel 'em—"

"oh my god—" you quickly step into the bathroom, not letting him finish his sentence, literally shutting the door in his face. how could he be saying all that in front of his brothers?

it's chris though. you already know he's shameless.

matt and nick give each other a look, both smirking as they look at their brother. "i like her," nick says.

matt adds, "she's got you on a leash."

chris scoffs, sitting back in his chair. "no, the fuck, she doesn't."

"she walks you like a dog," nick leans against the windowsill, crossing his arms. "since when you borrow your shit to anyone?"

"we literally finished fuckin', she just threw it on 'n then you both decided to come here like you own the place. didn't even have time to get dressed," chris mumbles, feeling the slow crawl of annoyance under his skin. he leans back with his arms behind his head like none of it matters. "so don't even start."

"she's got a different vibe," nick states. "y'know, from the other girls you sleep with."

chris shrugs, "she ain't tryna impress me like everyone else, so."

nick hums, looking at matt whose eyebrows are raised. chris catches that, rolling his eyes. "let's not make it a whole thing. why're you here anyway?"

"nate texted us there's drinks downstairs," matt says. "thought we'd come and let you know since you weren't respondin'."

nick and matt don’t live in a frat house, neither of them was ever that into partying or the whole frat life thing the way chris is. they’ve just got regular campus dorms. still, they stop by the house every now and then, mostly to see chris, sometimes to hang with mutual friends— but it’s definitely more his scene than theirs.

chris just nods, realizing he had no idea that there was something going on downstairs. now when he thinks about it, nate might've mentioned something earlier, but chris' attention had been more than occupied for the past few hours and he simply forgot.

he runs a hand through his messy hair. "fine, m'gonna shower 'n come down in a minute."

matt and nick were already halfway to the door, but nick, as always, had something more to say. "bring her with you," he tosses over his shoulder.

chris grimaces, glancing towards the bathroom door, then back at his brothers. his brows lifted slightly, incredulous. "why the fuck would i do that?"

"m'not gonna survive the whole evening without someone normal," nick replies. "and from what i can see, she handles your insufferable ass which is more than most."

chris scoffs, standing up, walking to grab a clean pair of boxers from his drawer. he mutters, "she ain't gonna come there."

"ask her," nick insists.

"you want her to spend even more time with me? she'd rather be waterboarded."

"true," you say, cutting in while stepping out of the bathroom, casually wiping your damo hands on chris's shirt which you hadn't bothered to take off. paired with your skirt and fixed makeup, you looked more decent than before.

chris straightened a bit from where he was standing near the closet, eyes dragging over your legs, then back to your amused face.

"can't blame you," matt mutters. "he can be annoying as shit."

chris flips his brother off.

"c'mon, just for, like, twenty minutes," nick drawled, leaning lazily against the doorway beside matt. "there'll be drinks, it's gonna be fun."

"nick just needs company."

"yes," nick agrees with matt. "and chris and matt always leave me to go talk to some fuckin' morons."

"not nice," your voice drips with sarcasm.

"right?!"

"we don't usually drag people downstairs, so consider yourself honored," matt adds with a small grin.

you gave them both a look, but didn’t answer. instead, your gaze flicked toward chris.

he hadn’t said anything yet. he was digging through one of his drawers, looking for god knows what, towel slung around his neck. if he had an opinion on you coming downstairs, he wasn’t showing it. just doing his usual thing— aloof, unreadable, like nothing ever bothered him.

you crossed your arms loosely over your chest, shifting your weight from one leg to the other, chris's shirt still hanging over your frame, slightly oversized but not enough to hide the fact you weren’t exactly wearing much else underneath. you still feel like the girl who just fucked chris in his room, not like someone who belonged at a casual weeknight hangout with his brothers and god knows who else.

it wasn’t like you never stayed after. you'd lingered before— sometimes he’d even talk with you about random shit while you were smoking a cigarette. one time you even forced him to watch a show with you, which he was obviously being annoying about, but it wasn't that bad. this was different though.

there was something painfully intimate about being invited downstairs. being introduced. it wasn't a party, there's no crowd— it's his space, his life, a little more than just his bed.

you don't know what he thinks about it and you weren’t about to ask.

"she's thinkin' about it,” nick said, watching you with a sly look.

"i'm literally not,” you lied.

matt raises a brow. “is it that serious?”

"no, just..." you said slowly, weighing the word on your tongue. “like, i'm not—” you cut yourself off. not what? friends with chris? not supposed to be here this long? not sure if you’re allowed?

before you could finish the thought, chris's voice broke in, dry as ever. “told you she wouldn’t wanna come.”

your eyes narrow at him when you hear his dismissive tone. annoyance prickled under your skin, the sheer audacity of him saying what you would or wouldn’t want like he knew you. he didn't get to speak for you. you wanted to know what he thinks, but making the decision for you? not happening. he could've just said that he doesn't want you to go with them— not that you wouldn't want that.

"actually?" you smile. that kind of smile that doesn't reach your eyes, a little too sweet to be genuine. "i'll go."

all three of them look at you now. nick grins and claps his hands, matt raises an eyebrow amused and chris just stares at you, expression unreadable.

he didn't think you'd wanna go. the third time you guys fucked, you made it clear that you don't want to do anything else with him thank hooking up, which he gladly agreed to. you'd complain whenever you've spent too much time in his room, and now you casually agree to go downstairs to hang out with his friends? it's not really a big deal, just a couple of drinks, a regular mid week thing, but the fact that you said yes, when not even three weeks ago you couldn't bring yourself to meet with him alone— that part was confusing him.

he knows that you're trying to get under his skin, prove a point he wasn't even aware he'd made— 'cause he did say you wouldn't wanna come, but only because that'd make sense. not because he thought you couldn't.

"a'ight," he says slowly. "m'gonna shower. go with 'em."

and just like that he disappears in the bathroom, leaving you with two guys that you've technically just met. great.

nick grins at you, "c'mon. matt does great drinks."

~~~

nick was fucking hilarious.

it's been around three hours since you agreed to come downstairs— something you still lowkey regret, but would never admit out loud, not wanting chris to win.

you in fact didn't wanna be here, surrounded by so many frat guys, their stupid jokes and all that. you were the only girl in the room, cause suddenly it was supposed to be a typical drinking evening, only for the boys, so you tried to leave, but all of them insisted you to stay. you felt slightly uncomfortable, but nick has been the best company ever, making you feel better.

he was so funny, honestly. you didn’t expect to click with him so quickly, but you've been deep in conversation for a while now, sitting across from each other on opposite ends of the couch, and it’s like you've known each other for a while. he's sharp, blunt, dramatic in the funniest way possible, and the type of guy who can say the most savage shit with a smile so wide you can’t even get mad.

chris was sitting across the room the whole time, lazily dragging on another joint while some random playlist bumps in the background. his cap’s pulled down low, and he looks in your direction from time to time, catching your eye, probably trying to annoy you— telling by the smirk on his face each time you lose focus because of him.

a few of other frat boys obviously noticed immediately that something doesn't fit their pattern. normally, when chris brings a girl around, she’s on his lap, fingers in his hair, eyes on him like he’s the only thing that matters. those girls are all smiles and flirty giggles. you're not that— not even sitting next to him. you're drinking your drink, holding your own conversation, and making his brother laugh until he almost chokes on his vodka soda.

chris is busy with a conversation with nate— one of his bestfriends as you found out— but there's a weird pressure behind his ribs. like the tightening of something he thought he’d long unlearned.

you're leaned into the corner of the couch now, legs tucked under you, drink in hand, mid laugh at nick calling the frat house bathroom a portal to another dimension after you told him how you met chris. he's gesturing with his hands as he talks and you're clearly vibing— until a new voice cuts in from your left.

"sooo… you're the girl from his room, huh?"

the guy plops down way too close, beer can in hand, half smirking like he already thinks he’s cracked some kind of mystery. he's got that overly confident frat boy energy. not in a flirtatious way exactly, more like bro level nosiness— but you recognize him. you're pretty sure he tried to hit on you at the first frat party you've ever attended, the same night when you met chris, but before you two ran into each other.

your smile immediately flattens as you side eyes him. "what?"

"y'know, we've seen you coming in and out whenever you want. though, didn't have the chance to ask or meet you like that yet. we usually don't hang out with the girls he fucks."

you raised an eyebrow. you didn't even have a clever response to that. you had been coming here a lot, walking in and out, straight up to chris's room like you owned the place. chris never made it weird, he was never like 'i'll walk you out' or some stupid shit like that— just texts you that the door's open, and you let yourself in every time. you've seen other frat guys, some of them started giving you a nod and a smirk, but the others didn't pay much attention.

"straight to the point i see," you reply. nick snorts under his breath, already sensing the shift.

the guy doesn’t take the hint. “like, no offense. just— chris never hangs out with anyone, like, for so long. let alone brings them down here. so we're all just tryina figure out if you’re, like special or something.”

"who's we, bro?" matt cuts in, taking a sip of his beer. he adds, "no one cares." there was no heat in his voice, it was more like he tried the guy to stop talking.

"just asking," the guy raises his hands in surrender.

"maybe try not asking," you shoot back, finishing your drink.

"i mean, like, i've never seen you around 'til you started coming here. you new, yeah?" he asks, not even waiting for a response. "i hope you're not hoping for anything more with him, 'cause you're too pretty to get heartbroken."

you grimaced, not only because he called you pretty, which you didn't need to hear from someone like him, but also because he thought that chris can break your heart. yours out of all people. do they all think that every girl that sleeps with chris is a stupid, naive idiot who hopes to change him? it's not even like you want him to change. you'd be actually terrified if he even tried to do it because of you. maybe he was annoying and cocky, but that was the point— nothing serious here. which is exactly what you need.

across the room, chris exhales smoke slowly, eyes squinting just a little tighter when he clocks what’s going on. he doesn’t look irritated, but there’s a small shift in his posture. he's no longer lounging— he sits up slightly, resting one arm on the back of the couch, watching the scene with a blank expression that’s just a little too focused.

"yo, bro,” chris calls, tone lazy but cutting, “you done playin' tmz?”

a few frat guys laughs, you glance at chris the moment he spoke. that bored expression painted across his face, mouth tugged into a lazy smirk, but you could see it— the slight tension in his shoulder or how he slightly clenches his jaw. it would've gone unnoticed if you didn't know how to look, but you did now. he's just uninterested in drama, even less interested in people running their mouths about his business. he hates it.

the guy raises his beer defensively, “relax, man. was just talking.”

"yeah?” chris lifts the joint to his mouth again, eyes never leaving him. maybe you're delusional, but there's a small warning in the way he looks at that guy. “talk less.”

the guy gets the hint and shrugs then stands up, eventually wandering off, leaving you alone.

chris gives you a quick glance, exhaling the smoke, before looking at nate who was saying something to him.

"your drink," matt speaks up, catching your attention. you move your gaze to meet his with a small frown. "need a new one?" he asks.

you blink, realizing your cup is empty and it'll be hard to survive here without alcohol. matt already made your previous drink and as nick said earlier, he was pretty damn good at this. "would be cool," you reply with a nod. he pushes off the couch and gestures for you to follow.

you both walk toward the kitchen, weaving through other frat boys and empty red cups, until the music quiets behind you. you hop onto the counter, letting your legs swing slowly as matt pulls out random bottles from a makeshift stash.

there's a moment of silence as you watch him pouring alcohol onto your cup. he was so different from chris— calmer, more reserved. like he didn't need to fill every silence with a smartass comment the way chris always does. nick also talked a lot, but he had this open, warm energy that made people lean instead of roll their eyes.

it was strange, 'cause they were triplets and you expected them to be the same, which was stupid when you now think about it. you wonder though, how do you grow up in the same house, with the same face, and still turn out so wildly different? but maybe you were just judging too fast.

"damn, i hope you don't stare at chris like that 'cos shit would freak him out."

you blink, getting out of your thoughts and realizing you've been watching matt like a weirdo.

"my bad," you say embarrassed with a small smile. "you, like, don't talk much." you grimace, then adding quickly, "i mean, i'm not used to, like, you know.... technically i see chris, but you're not chris, but i'm used to chris talking, so it's weird seeing you not talking." you look at matt who's raising an eyebrow, making you feel stupid for even opening your mouth. "forget it. i just never met any triplets and i think my brain can't catch up."

matt snorts, adding ice to your drink and passing it over to you. "talkin' is chris' job," he says. "he runs his mouth while i just sit there in peace, not bothered by anyone. that's the system."

you smile amused, taking the cup and raising it to your lips. "thanks," you mutter. "this will be another stupid question, but then how'd he end up like that and you came out all mysterious and shit?"

the corner of his mouth twitches as he leans against the counter across you. "like that' as in...?"

"y'know, annoying, loud, cocky..." you take another sip. "stubborn as fuck."

"yeah, well," he grins amused, rubbing his jaw with one hand. "he speaks first then thinks. i'm the opposite."

"balance."

"exactly." matt shrugs, "i don't know, he's just chris. not much to explain. you already know how he is."

"i know how he acts," you correct him. "i don't know him."

matt tilts his head slightly, like he's studying you now. not in a weird way, more like he's checking if you realize what you've just said.

"you tryin' to?"

you lift your gaze, meeting his, completely deadpan, "no."

you really weren't trying to get to know chris.

you knew exactly how that would end.

there were only two guys you'd ever been close to, both were your exes. one of them was your first everything, the other one turned out to be a cheating rat. ever since your last relationship went down in flames, you stopped giving men any kind of access to your heart. being cheated on had a way of changing your tolerance for bullshit, you learned to keep people at a distance, and now you were sharp as hell— and safer for it.

because when you did start to get to know a guy, when you let that wall down even a little... you get attached. and if that happened with chris, you'd be fucking cooked. it'd be a guaranteed disaster.

that's why you two were never going to be a thing. you knew that, he definitely knew that, and it was fine with you as long as you two only fuck. the attention was nice, the game was fun and right now it was what you need.

you never asked any questions until now, and that was probably a mistake. you can't let yourself be curious.

"c'mon, nick will think you ditched him," matt says sarcastically, breaking the silence. you follow him out of the kitchen, your drink in hand, the music rambling faintly from the living room.

you walk behind matt, spotting that your spot beside nick was thankfully still open, but as soon as you passed the couch where chris was sprawled with that eternally bored expression on his face, something stops you mid step.

his hand closes firmly around your wrist, "sit."

you blink, looking down and raising an eyebrow. "yeah, i was going to...?"

chris rolls his eyes, tugging slightly, just enough to make the implication clear. "sit here," he insists, tugging at your wrist again, this time with more force which causes you to stumble back and fall right onto his lap. a few drops of your drink falls on your shirt.

"are you fucking serious?" you snap, looking at him with annoyance. chris just smirks, "oops."

"so fucking annoying, god." you sighed with a shake of your head, shifting on him to get more comfortable at least. "you spilled my goddamn drink, you idiot. and dont talk to me like you a dog trainer. 'sit'...." you scoff, "yeah, no. next time a please would be good."

"please sit on my dick?"

you glare at him, hating that smug expression on his face. he was clearly enjoying the fact he was able to piss you off again. you look down at the shirt you were wearing, grimacing, seeing all the wet little spots. "don't be dramatic, you ain't even this wet," he says, leaning in a little. "could always get wetter."

you give him another deadpan look, but he just grins, clearly satisfied with himself. his hand rests loosely on your thigh, the other one taking your drink so he could steal a sip.

"rude," you said, yanking the cup back. "that's mine."

"and that's mine as well," he points at your shirt.

"you're exhausting," you mutter, not even trying to hide the irritation.

"and yet..." his voice low. "--you still here. it's gettin' late, gonna stay the whole night or what?"

you raise an eyebrow, "you literally told me to come here."

"nah, they told you to come here," he corrects you, nodding his head toward nick and matt who were across the room talking to nate right now. "i figured you wouldn't wanna."

you pause, glancing at his brothers and back at chris. he was right— he didn't tell you to come hang out with them all, nick and matt did.

"yeah, just tell me you don't want me here," you reply playfully, taking a sip of your drink. chris doesn't answer straight away, just stares at you, his expression unreadable. eventually he smirks, his tone cocky as ever. "jus' hopin' for another round later if you stayin' already. that's all."

"of course you do," you roll your eyes. chris takes the cup out of your hand again, taking a few sips.

suddenly the whole room feels like a reminder. his brothers, his friends, your drink in his hand that's almost finished, you on his lap. you were too comfortable and that wasn't the deal. you couldn't let yourself to be comfortable, to be curious, to want to get to know him. you don't do this part, 'cause you're aware that if you do then you're really screwed. so maybe leaving would be a better option than staying for the rest of the night.

you exhale slowly, taking the drink from him when he passes it back, and finishing the last sip of it.

"yeah, no next round tonight. still recovering from the last one," you say, leaning forward to put the empty cup on the coffee table which causes your ass to move against his dick. he hisses, hand tightening on your thigh.

"you got a mouth though, no?"

you stare at him with annoyance. "i'm not your personal hoe, chris."

he raises an eyebrow amused, "to be fair—"

"finish this sentence and i'll cut your dick off."

he raises his hands in surrender, the grin not leaving him. you stand up, adjusting your skirt and brushing invisible dust off your thighs. you don't even glance at him when you add, "i'm heading back to my apartment."

"yeah, yeah, whatever."

before you can even make two steps, nick, who clearly noticed you were getting ready to leave, speaks up. "there's no way you leavin' me here all alone," he says loudly enough for you to hear. you catch his gaze, walking towards him and matt. "yeah, it's getting late," you reply, quoting someone specific on the other couch. chris hears that and frowns, which you don't see cause youre not paying attention to him anymore. l

you turn to matt, "thanks for the drink. it was nice meeting you guys."

matt gives you a smile, lifting his cup in return while nick already pulls out his phone. "girl, gimme your insta. you're too fun to be around not to keep in contact," he passes you his phone. "y'know, in case you ever need someone to make fun of chris with, then im free anytime."

you snorted, nodding and handing him the phone back after giving yourself a follow from his account. after saying goodbye to them, you're out of their sight not even two minutes later.

~~~

chris loves ghosting people. it was basically his favorite hobby. someone pisses him off? they're gone. tryna make him dirty? no chance. girls were for one night only, maybe a few if he liked that pussy, but once he got bored or noticed they were too clingy? literally bye.

out of sight, out of mind. he didn't do complicated, no strings, no feelings.

but you.

you were worse. you ghost back— keep leaving him on read, tossing his sarcasm back in his face. you made it clear since the beginning how annoying you find him, which was hot as fuck. you were a challenge and he liked a challenge. especially that he had you now, his ego was impossibly high.

but you could out bitch his best mood swings. you were him, but in lip gloss and denim skirts and that was driving him insane.

he couldnt really tell why you're annoyed with him this time, but you were giving him much more attitude than usually. he was starting to lose his patience, seeing you typing but not sending, leaving him on delivered for hours. ignoring his jokes that normally would've made you snap back.

for you, the problem was that you caught yourself getting comfortable which couldn't happen if you wanted to have control. this was all just fun yet you feel exposed.

you were giving him nothing for the past few days, just one word replies, dry sarcasm. not because you were mad— not at him at least, but because it felt safer to be that way. you needed a few days without him and that's it.

chris didn't like that. he was horny and he was gonna make you behave.

despite being distant with chris, you and nick were really getting along since you've met him. you'd been texting a lot, finding out that a lot of his interests or even his sense of humor was very similar to yours. it was a good thing to meet someone new, 'cause since you moved here, you hadn't even given yourself a chance to even try and expand your circle of friends. all of them—except for riley and a few girls from your high school—remained in your hometown near boston, where you lived until three months ago. switching colleges and moving to a new place was a good opportunity for a fresh start, and you had to take advantage of it. even if mistakes from your past like your ex, were nearby.

so on a random thursday, you invited nick to your apartment to binge watch love island together.

around 6pm, you hear a knock on the door. not expecting anyone but nick, you're fast to walk over barefoot, hoodie half zipped, hair thrown into a bun. you swing the door open.

nick's face appears first— way too wide of a smile for it to be casual. "heeeeyyy…” he says, like he’s trying to soften a blow.

and then chris steps out from behind him.

you freeze, not expecting to see him at all. matt was there too, hovering in the background, but you barely notice. your eyes were locked on chris, like your brain hadn't quite processed anything else. he's already smirking, knowing damn well that you always refused to give him your address.

"missed me?" he asks sarcastically, genuinely amused.

you blink once, then deadpans, slowly looking back to the other boy. "nick—"

"he forced me!" nick tries to defend himself immediately, looking at chris. "tell her."

"i didn't force you to do shit."

"he did," nick repeats. "i swear! i was with him and matt when you invited me and i might've accidentally said it out loud...." you give him a glare. "-- but i didn't mean to! and he didn't tell me you're mad at him!"

"i'm not mad," you lie.

chris snorts, already stepping inside your apartment, not even waiting for an invitation. you have to step aside to avoid collapsing into him.

"yeah, your face says it all," he teases.

"sorry i brought him here. you can always kick his ass out, i don't care," nick says. "and matt's here too, i hope you don't mind."

your gaze flickers back to the other two as you hold the door open. "nah, matt is likeable, not like certain someone. c'mon guys," you gesture for them to come inside.

"m'literally right here 'n you talk shit 'bout me..." chris sighs dramatically with a shake of his head.

you shut the door with a small thud, glaring at chris who looked too good for someone this annoying. "did i invite your dumbass?"

chris shrugs, completely unbothered. "i heard there's gonna be popcorn.”

your jaw tightens 'cause you loved popcorn and chris already knew that you won't watch anything without it. you hate how he just knows it. but you don't say anything.

chris scans the room, then drops onto the couch like he owns the place. manspreading, arms thrown across the backrest. his usual bullshit posture.

"you guys want anything to drink?" you ask nick and matt who were also already settled on the couch.

"dr pepper would be good, thanks."

"i'll just have water."

"do i get somethin' too or i die outta thirst?" chris asks just to be annoying.

"the second option seems good to me," you reply with a fake smile. nick chuckles.

after telling them to just put the show on already, you head to the kitchen to grab the drinks and make the popcorn— because, in fact, you were going to do this anyway, even if now, with chris having said it out loud, you suddenly don't even want it anymore.

"didn't know you were handin' out your address now,” you hear from behind you. didn't even have to guess who it is. the second you opened the fridge, chris was already leaning against the counter with his arms crossed and eyes locked on you.

"yeah, only not to you."

he hums, "actin' all tough again, huh?" he tilts his head to the side. "need an attitude adjustment?"

you scoff even if his words make a wave of heat crash over your body— which makes you even more annoyed.

"the only thing i need is you to leave me alone," you remark, opening a bag of popcorn and putting it into the microwave for over two minutes. "like, aren't you bored already? we had fun, but c'mon. it gotta end some day anyway."

you don't look at him while saying that, but you can feel how intense his stare got now as he focuses.

"yeah? this what you want?" he asks after a few seconds.

"mhm."

"for us to stop fuckin'?"

"yup."

he lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "you don't even believe what you sayin'."

you scoff, "i do."

"no, you don't. probably just came up with it on the spot. 'cos if you really wanted to stop then you wouldn't invite nick here."

you finally look at him confused. "what does he have to do with it?"

"he's my brother, smartass. if you didn't wanna have to do anythin' with me, you'd completely cut me off, which also means no contact with nick. 'n you're casually agreein' to hang out with him. not really believable of you."

you wanted nothing more than punch him in the face.

because he was right. you hated when chris was right. you didn't really wanted to stop hooking up with him, 'cause it was the only fun thing in your life recently. it was just some weak attempt to gain control, to feel like you weren't getting too comfortable. he wasn't your friend or anything, and you needed to remember that.

you just panicked after that night in the frat, sitting there with his friends, meeting his brothers, it was all a lot. technically not that deep— definitely not to him, but you knew yourself and how this type of situations can fuck with your stupid head.

but at the same time, you were being a hypocrite, 'cause you invited nick yourself.

"if i wanted you here, i'd text you. clearly i didn't." your voice is steady as you try to keep control, but chris just smirks.

the microwave beeps, signaling the popcorn was done— perfect timing. you rip it open like it personally offended you, grabbing the hot bag with more force than necessary.

"guess i gotta wait for my formal invitation next time then," he replies sarcastically. "maybe hand delivered in cursive?"

you give him an unimpressed look, grabbing a bowl and dumping the popcorn in. "you can't even read fucking cursive, you idiot."

you leave the kitchen without waiting for his response, going back to the living room.

he stands there, raising an eyebrow, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. oh, you were pissing him off now. needs that to fix fast.

he grabs the sodas you left off the counter and follows after you. he puts it on the coffee table, smirking at your annoyed expression as you're sat next to nick. he slides into the spot on the couch on your other side, purposely invading your space. matt passes you the blanket when you ask for it and you throw it over your legs, getting all cozy on the couch, trying to ignore chris's presence. you were already mad that he didn't take seriously what you've said about stopping the hookups— you couldn't blame him though. you really didn't even try to make it sound believable.

nick was already invested in the show, grabbing a handful of popcorn which was on his lap, and throwing comments about literally every scene on love island.

and everything was great, you and nick were exchanging funny comments, he was the most excited of all of you, matt every now and then throwing something out about how stupid these people are. minutes were passing, you were chewing on popcorn, bending your knees and putting your feet on the couch under the blanket. but no matter how hard you tried to ignore chris, he was making it impossible. your eyes were pointed at the screen, but your entire body was focused on not reacting. not flinching, not shifting— not giving him the satisfaction.

he knew what he was doing though.

his thigh brushed against yours under the blanket, which couldn't be an accident— not the third time in ten minutes. he stayed right there, pressed just enough to remind you that he was too close, making your jaw tighten, eyes narrowing at the tv even though you were slowly stopping paying attention.

"you're awfully quiet,” he murmured without looking at you, voice low enough that only you could hear. “that's not like you.”

you didn't respond, hoping he's gonna shut his mouth, but of course not.

chris shifts again, elbow accidentally nudging your side. his arm dropped behind you on the couch, not quite touching you, but enough to feel the heat of it hovering over your shoulders. he tilted his head a little, watching the screen like he gave a single shit about the episode. "this guy’s a clown,” he says louder now, nodding toward one of the love island contestants. “wasn't he just with that other girl?"

"yeah, her bestfriend," nick nods. "he said they on a break or somethin'."

"so, he hasn't even broken up with that chick and he rails her friend? shit's fucked up," chris mutters.

"how are you calling him a clown when you'd fuck them both as well?" you ask, giving him a side eye.

he turns his head to look at you, expression unreadable as he just stares for a few seconds, carefully picking his next words. "but not if i was still with one of 'em," he replies.

"they're on a break, no?" you raise an eyebrow, deep down agreeing that this is fucked up, but curious about his opinion on this.

"still, not really broken up."

"so you wouldn't fuck your on-a-break-but-not-broken-up girlfriend's bestfriend even if technically y'all not together anymore?"

just for a split second, chris looks offended and annoyed, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared. you feel nick shift slightly beside you as him and matt exchange looks.

"nah," chris cooed, running his tongue across his teeth and looking back at the tv. "i ain't cheatin'."

nick clears his throat, clearly about to change the topic. "this girl is literally so boring, everytime she comes up on the screen i feel sick to my stomach."

you knew something was off. the way chris looked—almost offended for a second—just because you dared to entertain the thought that he might even look at another girl while in a relationship. you knew it wasn’t about you, he probably didn’t care what you thought of him anyway, especially since he knew you considered him the biggest dick on the planet. but still, there was something there. something in the way matt picked up the topic and threw in that comment about the girl from tv, practically dragging you into the conversation—forcing you to turn away from chris and talk to his brothers instead.

but obviously, chris isn't about to let you overthink whatever just happened. he's back to being his annoying self in less than five minutes.

he leans forward, reaching for the soda on the table in front of you, his hand brushing against your knee on the way back like it was nothing. you flinched slightly, but played it off by yanking the blanket higher. you shoveled a handful of popcorn into your mouth, chewing hard enough to distract yourself, even if you could feel his grin. he was loving this and it only pissed you off more.

nick laughs at something on screen, completely oblivious, and matt adds his own dumb comments like a background track. the whole room was cozy and calm, expect for the fire crawling under your skin, one brush of chris's hand at a time. you hoped that maybe chris would get bored of annoying you and focus on the show like everyone else. you'd even convinced yourself for a second that the tension was all in your head. after all, he wouldn't dare to do anything in front of his brothers, right?

and then his hand slipped under the blanket.

it was subtle, but made your whole body tense. his fingers just barely rested on your thigh at first, just above your knee, deceptively casual. you don't look at him, your eyes stay locked on the screen like you were completely consumed by the drama unfolding in the villa. but your jaw clenched, your breathing went tight, and your heart decided it wanted to live in your throat instead of your chest.

you shot him a sharp side glare as a warning, but he doesn't even look back at you, he just keeps smirking while his hand starts moving higher, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. your hand moves immediately, fingers wrapping around his wrist under the blanket, firm and fast as you guided him off of you, staying careful. matt was still sitting at the far end of the couch, focused on the tv and throwing occasional popcorn pieces into his mouth, while nick was still talking to the screen like the contestants could hear him. if one of them decided to look at you and chris, they'd definitely notice, and the thing was chris knows.

he leans back into the couch, his arm still slung behind you like he owned the space. he doesn't say anything— doesn't have to. the smugness radiating off of him said enough.

you hate how warm your skin felt. how aware you were of every single point of contact. how your pulse had picked up despite yourself, how you started to feel your panties slowly getting more and more damp.

you were annoyed and aroused. hated him, but needed him anyway.

you sit up straighter, trying to make your expression as cold and disinterested as possible.

but then you feel his fingers brush your lower back, moving to your side and sending shivers down your spine. "you're surprisingly quiet," he says casually, still pretending he's watching the show. you feel nick and matt's eyes on you now, and you barely hold back from punching chris in the head for putting you in that position. "you good?" he asks, finally looking at you, the corner of his mouth twitching.

you clear your throat, grabbing your soda from the coffee table. "i'm focused on the show," you reply before taking a sip and putting the can back.

chris hums, clearly amused. "this is actually pissin' me off, like, why are they all so stupid?" nick scoffs, clearly not catching the tension between you and chris, neither does matt.

"rightttt..." you agree, leaning back again. his hand slips past your knee, up your thigh under the blanket again, leaving goosebumps on its way. his touch was slow, teasing, and you feel how your pussy clenches around nothing. chris leaned in, just barely— his lips close to your ear, his voice smooth and too low for anyone else to hear.

“still gonna play all miss tough?” he murmured, his fingers tightening slightly on your leg like a silent threat. “let's check that. keep still 'n be quiet.”

your entire body tensed from the pressure building under your skin, from the wetness pooling between your thighs. you could feel the way his breath ghosted over your neck, his hand inching up again, brushing just under the hem of your shorts now. "don’t want my brothers to know how bad down f'me you really are, hm?” he teases. "so be a good girl. watch your little show.”

you turn toward him, just enough to give him the glare he fully deserved, but your heart is thudding loudly. you were burning up from the inside out, biting on your bottom lip so hard just to keep from letting any sound slip.

he smirks, satisfied, clearly enjoying every second of your quiet unraveling.

he leans back as you shift slightly, trying to look casual while his hand moved under your shorts. your whole body is tense, thighs closing around his hand, but it doesn't stop him from feeling how wet your lace panties already is. you try to focus on the screen, but your pussy is throbbing for him. he presses his fingers against your clothed clit, just barely pressure to make you flinch, your lips parted in the softest gasp. his eyes flickered to your face instantly, his smirk widening. you still pretend you're focused on the show, biting on your lip again which is starting to drive him insane.

he leans in again, lips brushing against your ear. "you givin' me all this attitude..." he starts moving his fingers in circles, just enough to make your breath hitch. "-- but you're soaked. how does that work?"

you swallowed, not even daring to look at him. you wanted to be mad. wanted to say something— but couldn't. you were too busy focusing on not making a sound and not moving too much, not letting matt or nick notice anything. "you're doin' so well," he whispers, voice smug and dripping with amusement. "didn't know you had it in ya."

his fingers moved just under the edge of your panties and that's when your hand wrapped around his wrist under the blanket, but not to push him away this time— just knowing you'll need something to hold onto. you nervously glanced over at his brothers who were completely oblivious, still invested in the show.

"chill," chris mutters quietly, getting your attention fully on him. "they won't see shit if you keep bein' a good girl f'me."

his fingers slid beneath the thin lace, making direct contact with your embarrassingly wet pussy. chris swears under his breath. you tried not to move, but your hips shifted into his hand anyway. he smirks, easily slipping his fingers between your folds, moving them up and down your slit to collect some of your arousal. he starts circling your clit again, keeping his eyes on the show while you're literally fighting for your life right now. every inch of you was buzzing— heart pounding, thighs closing around his hand. your lip started to bleed from how hard you're biting on it.

chris presses his tongue against his cheek, glancing over at you for a moment, feeling how his dick gets harder with each moment, but it was too fun to stop now.

"what'd you say again?" he mutters, catching your gaze. "that we should stop fuckin'?" he slides one finger inside you without a warning. he adds mockingly, "cute."

he started pumping his finger in and out slowly, making your stomach twist. your hand flew to your face, feigning a yawn to hide the way your lips parted with a silent whimper. you glared at him with murder in your eyes, but still not pushing his hand away.

"oh, what?" he adds another finger. "you meant it?"

your eyes literally rolled back as you lost focus for a moment when he curls his fingers, your pussy making a squelch sound in response. fortunately nick sneezed at the same time so him and matt didn't hear. "bless ya," chris says casually, like he wasn't knuckles deep in your cunt under the blanket.

"thanks," nick replies, grabbing the bowl of popcorn from matt, still completely oblivious to what's going on.

chris drags his fingers up, brushing right over your clit with enough pressure to make you barely audibly gasp. "doesn't feel like you were tellin' the truth," he leans in, voice low again.

"fuck you," you hissed under your breath quietly. he smirks wider, eyes fixed on your face while yours were back on the screen. you blink through the blur of lights and sounds from the tv, barely registering what is happening in the episode.

"mhm, you will," he teases. his fingers are back inside you, thumb pressing against your clit as he moves them in and out. your grip on his wrists tightens, hips twitch upward. "stay still," he reminds you. "don't want nick and matt to see ya in this state, yeah? c'mon, keep bein' good f'me... you're doing well... all that attitude before and now look at you..."

you moaned quietly, covering it with cough— thankfully it worked. you started sweating from trying to hold it all in.

"ohhh," he drawled, barely louder than a whisper. "all soaked and tremblin'... keep that pretty little mouth shut. you're so tough, you can fight it, right?"

your teeth clenched, eyes shut tight for a second. "shut up," your voice strained, barely audible, cheeks flushed. his fingers work you slow and deep, dragging against your walls, while his thumb toys with your clit.

you shifted as discreetly as possible, trying to cross one leg over the other, trying to trap his wrist and stop the pressure building up in your stomach that you refused to give in to.

"oh, you close?" he murmurs when your pussy clenches around him. "gonna cum with my brothers on the same couch? knowin' that they could see you any minute?

you turn your head to look at him, mouth parted, brows pulled together, but your eyes were glassy from effort of staying quiet. your thighs start to shake, breathing shallow and uneven. you were dripping all over his fingers and he had to subtly adjust himself, his cock straining painfully against his pants.

you clenched your jaw, trying not to breathe too loud, the other hand tightening on the edge of the blanket, the fabric balled up between your fingers as you fought every single urge in your body to squirm and let go.

“...what do you think of him?" suddenly you hear nick's voice when he asks you a question. “i personally hate this guy. he shouldn't be back, like, ever."

you blinked, reality slamming back into you like a brick wall. your head snapped slightly toward the screen, but eyes couldn’t focus. your legs were trembling, pussy tightening around chris' fingers, and he started moving them harder.

fuck.

you cleared your throat, panic crawling up your spine. you had no idea what nick was talking about. "y-yeah,” you forced out, voice way too tight, almost strangled. “he's the worst.”

nick chuckled, nodding along. “yeah, matt was sure he won't be back, but producers eat that shit up.”

you barely heard him, it was like he was talking from behind a wall. chris's fingers were perfectly hitting your g-spot while maintaining the pressure on your swollen bud.

"c'mon, brat. make a mess," he mutters into your ear.

you whimpered— just barely, and clamped your teeth down on the inside of your cheek. the thought of getting caught, it all makes you more turned on. your mind races, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, your juices dripping down his fingers, probably leaving a wet spot on the couch underneath. but you're too out of it to care— eyes rolling back, hand tightening around his wrist, the knot in your stomach becoming too much for you to handle.

your thighs jerk, a choked moan leaves your lips as you feel chris doubling his efforts, which is enough to push you over the edge. you come hard, your walls clamping down around his fingers, soaking them. you didn't mean to look at him as you cum, but your eyes moved on instinct. his gaze caught yours, his jaw tight now like he was barely holding it together himself. your brows drew together, lips parted as a wave of heat crashes over you. he doesn't stop, drawing out your orgasm, the sight of you falling apart silently, clearly struggling, makes his cock twitch.

there are tears in your eyes, your thighs clenched together. it was really hard to look casual and not make any loud noise.

he finally stops, but keeps his fingers inside you, unmoving but so present you could barely think. you blinked fast, heart pounding in your throat as you slowly realize how dangerous it was— but after checking, you find matt and nick completely focused on the show, laughing at something. you shifted slightly, pulling the blanket tighter around your legs as if it could hide the heat still simmering in your core. you were spiraling, your thinking skills coming back, making you wonder what would happen if his brothers looked in your direction even for half a second. they'd immediately clock what was going on. the worst part is that you liked it and chris is gonna be really cocky about this later.

he pulls his fingers out of your sensitive pussy, subtly taking his hand out of under the blanket, his eyes locked back on the show as he keeps it as casually as he can. he grabs a handful of popcorn with his other hand, shoving it into his mouth and then licking his other fingers clean— the ones with your release on it. "mmhmm, finger lickin' good," he groans playfully, pretending he's talking about the taste of popcorn— not you.

your cheeks burn as you stare at him while nick grimaces. "ew, bro, you always do that and it's gettin' more disgusting each time."

"what can i say?" he shrugs and smirks, winking at you when his brothers look away.

your stomach twists and you shift again, feeling your shorts clinging to you, the fabric damp, impossible to ignore. you stared blankly at the screen, willing yourself to breath evenly, to stop shaking, but you could still feel the aftershocks from what just happened. chris was lounging beside you satisfied, his hand on his lap covering the obvious bulge.

you carefully shifted the blanket, folding it over the area you've been sitting on to cover the wet spot on the couch, and then slowly standing up. your hoodie was long enough to cover your drenched through shorts. you cleared your throat, "i'm gonna pee."

nick barely glanced away from the show, "hurry up. this shit's gettin' interesting."

you hummed, already turning toward the hallway, feeling chris' eyes on your back the entire time.

as soon as you got into the bathroom and shut the door behind, you exhaled deeply, palms braced against the sink as you look in the mirror. face flushed, pupils wide, a tiny red mark on your bottom lip where you'd bitten too hard, trying to keep quiet.

you did your business, cleaning yourself up with a towel. you bent down to pick up the pair of clean shorts you by accident dropped, causing your phone to slip from the front pocket of your hoodie, hitting the floor with a small thud.

"fuck," you cursed under your breath, picking it up. the screen lit up and you noticed a few new messages from your bestfriend.

from: riley 🤓

r: i heard some frat idiots talking abt chris

r: they mentioned some girl nancy????

r: one of them said that he'd pay so much to find out what happened with that chick

r: and the other goes "our plan didnt work so we'll never know"????

r: do u know what they were talking about?

you frowned, not knowing any nancy and definitely never hearing of her either.

y/n: nope

y/n: whos nancy

your bestfriend replies not even ten seconds later.

r: idk

r: maybe some girl he fucked? whats so special abt her tho

r: find out

find out? but that would mean you'd have to let yourself be curious and you're not supposed to do that.

...should you?

a/n: reference to one of my fav chris twitch clips who got it? 😼 this shit lowk wattpad worthy LMAOO im having sm fun writing about fb!chris 😝

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sturnlsstuff · 1 day ago

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if i had a nickel everytime a fb!chris character is mentioned to have another girl in the past who was very important for them and apparently ended up bad and was probably the reason they become such a jerk,one-night stand only dont care for girls feelings i would have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but is weird that happens twice right? (your and @sturnioz fb chris looove both)

i love a girl who can fuck a man up so bad he stops caring so actually slay

#sturnlsstuff ❦ inbox #[ 𐙚 anon ]#❦ fratboy!chris ❦

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sturnlsstuff · 1 day ago

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me trying to figure out how many parts of push&pull i should do to not ruin the slow burn and reader and chris' personalities but at the same time make the plot move forward but not too fast but also make yall find out about chris' lore as much as you can but without ruining their characters

#sturnlsstuff ❦ yappin'#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #❦ fratboy!chris ❦

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