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chrislova · 5 days ago

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SUCH A SHAME - matt sturniolo

warnings; this is a CHEATING FIC. i do not condone cheating, this is just fiction. p in v (unprotected), nicknames - (baby, sweetheart, big girl, smart girl.), spitting in mouth, drunk sex, grinding against each other, use of y/n, i think thats all??

creds to anyone who has done cheating fics before!!!

3,162 wc.

it was a constant routine between you and chris. you guys argue, mean words being thrown back and forth, you two have makeup sex, and you move on without another word about what you guys were actually arguing about and never actually fixing the problem.

one night after an argument, you had enough and grabbed a couple of club clothes— ignoring the yells being thrown at you from chris, and walking past him, storming off to your car outside of his apartment.

it was around 9:30 already, and you started driving to a nearby bar you’ve been going to for a while. sometimes you, and chris and his brothers would go out and have a great time. but tonight, it was just you.

you pull out your phone as you stop at a red light and text chris’s brother. matt.

matt had always been eyefucking you ever since you and chris even became friends. sly words said to you in secret, small, intimate touches, but nothing ever actually being done about it, as you and chris started dating.

of course you knew matt had a thing for you, but you couldn’t really do anything as chris was your boyfriend and you loved and adored him. tonight was different. you wanted to make chris mad, or at least in your head.

“come to the bar, right now. i’m by myself.” you quickly type out to matt, stuffing your phone into the center console, beginning to drive again. you know matt wouldn’t pass over an opportunity to see you, and that’s coming in handy tonight.

you get to the bar and check your phone again, matt responding almost instantly after you texted.

“omw”

you grab your clothes and your bag and head into the bar’s bathroom, changing into the clothes— which were more revealing than chris would ever let you out in, and touched up some of your makeup. matt texted you about 3 minutes ago saying he was here and sitting at the bar.

you walk out, and see matt sipping a drink. you set your bag down next to him and grab his cup out of his hand, taking a sip. “i’ll be right back, gotta put my clothes back in my car.” he smirks and nods, and you head out. you have a shot bottle in your car, and drank it all, wincing at the taste.

you put your clothes in the backseat before closing the door and heading back into the bar.

matt was faced towards you, smirking the whole time you walked towards him. “so what’s got you all upset, pretty? ‘nother argument with chris?” you nod, rolling your eyes as you sit down in the chair, which was closer to matt than you realized. he had bought you a drink, to which you happily drank before answering his question.

“yeah, some fuckin’ dumb shit again, he’s always starting arguments recently and i’m sick of it.” he tsks, letting his hand fall to your knee, rubbing it softly.

“he’s dumb, i know. don’t let it get your pretty head though, you’ll drive yourself crazy.” you hold his hand above your knee, rubbing his knuckles.

“i love him, i do, but— i don’t know,” you sigh, taking another sip— already feeling the effects of the alcohol flowing through your system. “it’s just a constant cycle and i hate it. we used to never be like this, y’know that, and then something just switched inside of him to always have a problem with every little thing i do.”

you noticed matt’s demeanor has changed, and he seems more considerate with you. it’s not like him flirting, but he genuinely does seem to understand.

“he’s just going through shit, i don’t know. i wish i could help, but he’s barely talking to me or nick recently, and nick’s pissed off by it too. so i get where you’re coming from, even if you don’t think i do.”

you look back at matt, really look at him, and smile softly. “thank you, i feel like i am actually going crazy. my words never seem to go through chris, it’s like they go through one ear and out the other and he’s just never actually listening to me anymore— but you’re making me feel listened to.”

you tighten your hand around matt’s hand, to which he smiles back at you, squeezing your thigh a bit tighter than before.

he orders another round of drinks for the both of you, the conversation flowing between you two easily. you haven’t seen him in a little while—on behalf of chris, as he knows matt thinks you’re attractive and doesn’t necessarily trust him around you. huh, ironic. it’s been about an hour of both of you being here, and it seems like it’s been 10 minutes.

of course you know matt’s attractive, him and chris look alike. but it’s not even that, it’s also his personality. the way he carries himself, his way with words, the way he can make you feel better in an instant without even trying, and that’s why you can feel so comfortable around him.

it was like that with chris too, since about a month or two ago where you don’t know if something happened at work or what— but his whole self just completely changed and his personality that you know and love just completely vanished.

“but enough about me, how’s your life been? any new girls or anything?” you ask matt, giggling softly. the both of you are already at the brink of being drunk, the way words flow out faster and easier than before, and the way you two have drifted closer to each other, without either of you noticing.

he shrugs a bit, taking a big gulp of his drink, finishing it and asking the bartender for another. “eh, not too much. had a thing with this girl named emma, but shit kinda fell through. she made this excuse about being busy at work all the time and kept canceling our dates. she works as a lifeguard, by the way.” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, to which you let out a little laugh.

“i mean lifeguards are very busy, especially now, in october.” you continue laughing, your head falling against his chest, to which his hand moves up your back, rubbing you gently as you continue to drunkenly laugh at your own joke. “i know, crazy busy.” he adds. “so i just kinda broke things off gently, y’know? but she wanted to fuck one last time before she left and that’s what we did. that was about 3 weeks ago, and we were around each other for like 2 months i think?” he sighs, as you sit back up, finally calming down a little bit. your hair was all messy now from leaning against matt and he chuckles a little bit as he reaches up and smoothes down some of your hair. “crazy girl.” he mutters as he examines your face.

“i didn’t say it before, but i really am sorry about what’s happening between you and chris, you don’t deserve that at all, sweetheart.” he says with another sigh, drinking a couple more sips before looking back at you. you shrug, following his actions and taking another sip. “i can’t do anything about it, im jus’ gonna let it be and kinda distance myself until he figures his shit out, because it is affecting me like crazy. i can barely sleep anymore, and all i do is cry about it. i love him so much but his words hurt me so badly, y’know?” he nods, taking your hand in his and rubbing it gently. he nods for you to continue, to which you shake your head.

“i don’t really wanna talk about it anymore, i came here to have a good fucking time with you, and that’s what we’re gonna do. c’mon let’s dance a little bit.” your mood starts to improve a lot more, as you stand up, still holding your hand in his as you try to drag him to the dance floor. “you’re insane if you think i’m dancing right now, honey. i’m probably gonna knock someone over, and that someone being you.” he smiles, looking at your little pout that you give him. “fine, 10 minutes.” you whoop, holding his hand tighter as he finally stands up, following you to the floor.

he hasn’t let go of your hand since the second you grabbed it. he let you take the lead, and you pulled him into a small crowd— maybe 15 or 20 people and started dancing close to matt.

the music was blaring through your ears, and you started looking up at matt with such admiration, as he held your waist tight. you moved against his body to the beat of the music, each beat causing you to get a little closer to matt until you two were right against each other. “careful, sweetheart. you’re dangerous, and i don’t know if chris would like what i’m thinking right now.” you giggled a bit, letting your fingers run through his hair— tightening them every once in a while. “well chris isn’t here, is he? tell me your thoughts, matt. i’m open ears.”

he laughed, shaking his head, his fingers gripping into your hips. “i can’t, because it’s gonna lead us somewhere we might both regret.” you rolled your eyes, taking and moving his hand more up your waist. “i’m not gonna regret anything, matt.” you lower your voice, hoping matt could still hear you, and he smirked— confirming that he did.

“you’re drunk.” he slurs out. “you are too!” you laugh as you continue dancing against him, your hand running through your hair and across his body after. matt took your hand, grabbing it firm, but not too hard and walking the both of you back to the bar.

“are you okay?” you ask, looking up at him as he pays the bartender, and thanking him as he grabs your purse in the process.

he looks down at you and even in the dark lighting of the bar, you could tell— he was hungry for you. “i need you so fucking bad right now, y/n. will you let me drive us back to my place? i walked here and i’m not super drunk to not be able to drive your car. it’s a quick drive, i promise.”

you can see in his face and the way he’s holding onto you tight that he’s desperate. you can’t help but have a flicker of chris in your head before you agree, knowing what was gonna happen between you and matt.

“yeah, yeah. let’s go.” you say fast, nodding. he smiles, saying one last thanks to the bartender before pulling the both of you out of the restaurant. once you unlocked your car, he opened the passenger side seat door, holding it for you to which you smiled and thanked him, sitting inside. you realized you left your phone in the car while matt opened the driver’s side and sat down.

once you unlocked your phone, a crazy amount of notifications came through, all from chris. “chris texted and called me probably a hundred times.” you mutter to matt and he lets out a small curse. “listen, we don’t have to do this, i can just drive you home, it’s okay-“ you interrupt him before he gets another word out. “no, i want to do this matt. i’m drunk, you’re drunk, let’s just fucking do it. i’m sick of chris’s bullshit and i need some relief.”

he looks at you for one more confirmation and you nod, to which he smiles at you, as he starts the car. you take one last glance at the notifications still coming through from chris, before powering it off.

he starts driving carefully, as you watch the views out the window. you and matt stay silent, both overwhelmed with the sexual tension between you two, only the faint sound of the car and the radio in between it. after about 10 minutes of driving, he finally comes to a stop in front of his complex. “we’re here. i’ll open your door.” he’s already out the door before you could even move an inch, your laugh filling the car.

he opens your door, grabbing your hand and kissing it gently, pulling you up.

he grabs your hand again and directs you through the lobby and up the elevator, starting to kiss your shoulder and nibble at it.

”we’re not even all the way up yet, you needy boy.” you giggle. he hums against you, sending chills through you. “couldn’t resist, baby.” he mutters. the elevator ride feels like an entirety before it finally stops at his floor. he stands up, grabbing your waist and pulling you through the hallway before stopping at his door and opening it.

the second he shuts it, he can’t keep his mouth and hands off you.

he’s pushing the both of you to his bed, gently pushing you down on it. “tell me i can do this.” he says as he wraps his fingers around your skirt. you nod, and he tsks. “i need an actual ‘yes’.” you whine, bucking your hips up. “yes, yes you can, please.” he smirks, finally pulling your skirt down to your ankles. “so needy, hm?”

he grabs your top, pulling it over the top half of your body, leaving you only in panties. “no bra? almost like you expected me to bring you up here and fuck you, baby.” you smile a bit, grabbing his neck and pulling his face close to you before you whisper, “maybe i did,” he groans, finally leaning in and kissing you deeply. he’s waited so long to finally be able to touch you, and the fact you’re doing this in secret turns him on even more.

”you’re so beautiful,” he mutters against your lips before letting his tongue enter your mouth, exploring every part. his hands move up to your boobs, massaging them deeply, and playing with your nipple. he lets his lips move onto your left nipple, swirling it around with his tongue, earning a moan out of you. he moves his mouth to your right nipple with a satisfying pop from your left, latching onto the right. his right hand moves down your stomach and your thighs, moving his fingers soft against your already-wet panties. “so wet already?” he says against your boob, leaving marks all over, knowing exactly who will see them later. “mhm, all for you, matt,” you whimper out, causing him to push just a little bit harder against your clothed clit, making you squirm.

“poor chris doesn’t know what his sweet girlfriend’s about to do with his own brother, jus’ because of his own, dumb actions. such a shame, isn’t it baby?” he mutters, chuckling at the thought, looking up at you as you nod. your eyes are already shut, even from his little actions. “open your eyes.” you open hesitantly, looking down at him.

he started kissing your thighs, his right hand still massaging your boob. his left moves your thigh to angle it where he can kiss the inner part, biting them gently. he mouths your clothed pussy, already growing hard himself and grinding against the edge of the mattress, trying to relieve at least some of the ache away. he hums against you, sending more chills through you. “matt, please— do something,” you whine and he hums.

he moves up again, grinding himself against you, causing you to gasp. “y’like that, huh?” you nod, whining a bit still. he taps your cheek with his hand a couple times before gripping your jaw and shaking your head condescendingly. your jaw falls open, and he spits on your tongue—to which you happily swallow. “didn’t even have to tell you anything, y’just know exactly what to do, such a smart girl,” he leans in, kissing you gently before biting your lip playfully, letting it go.

he leaned down and swiftly unbuckled his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles, and stepping out of them. he pulls down his boxers, releasing his cock— which was already painfully hard.

you gasped a bit, and he looked up at you smirking. “y’scared? don’t worry, it’ll be alright, you’re a big girl.” he finally hooks his fingers to the top of your panties, pulling them teasingly slow, before finally letting them fall right above your skirt. he moves his dick through your folds, moving it up and down and pushing it against your clit numerous times.

“matt, stop teasing, please—“ you choke out before he finally gives in, pushing into you slowly. your breath hitches in your throat at the way he’s stretching you out, and by the fact he is bigger than chris. he finally bottoms out, and his hand runs across your face and chest, soothing you down. “i’m gonna start moving, jus’ let me know if you need a break.” you nod, allowing him to move.

he goes in and out slowly as he grabs your hand, putting it up next to your head, interlocking your fingers with his. he goes a bit faster as he realizes you’re moving also, and he grips your hip with one hand tightly, starting to dig deeper into you. your leg is still bent, allowing him to hit a spot you didn’t even know existed.

incoherent words and babbles immerse from your mouth and he sticks his middle and index finger in your mouth, which you immediately suck on.

“there ya go, jus’ needed something in your mouth, yeah baby?” he’s going faster now, the sound of skin slapping together filling his apartment. his groans becoming louder and deeper, and his thrusts becoming sloppier. you gag a bit against his fingers and he almost cums on the spot from the sound and the feeling.

he pulls them out, gripping your hand again. “fuck— i’m gonna cum, where d’you want me?” he says breathless, and his chain slapping against your chin repeatedly pulls your attention back.

“inside, please.” you whine out, and he nods. he feels you start clenching around him, and your squirming. he puts his face closer to yours, looking in your eyes. “cum with me, baby.” you nod fast and he finally puts in a couple more fast, sloppy thrusts into you before finally halting inside, filling you up. your thighs are shaking and moans erupt loudly as you finish with him.

after a bit of time, his dick spluttering inside you, he finally falls on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you tight. “that sobered both of us up.” he whispers, chuckling with it. you nod, giving a lazy smile. he carefully pulls out of you, both of your releases spilling out onto his sheets. “eh, it’s alright , i’ll clean it up later. let’s go pee and take a shower, and you can stay the night.”

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chrislova · 22 days ago

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⸻ PUSH AND PULL

— fratboy!chris x sassy!reader

— includes: smut, dom!chris, sub!reader, a lot of bickering, cursing, mentions of alcohol & weed, making out, dry humping, eating pussy, unprotected p in v, a lot of dirty talk, pet names (slut, baby, sweetheart), etc. - 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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he never met anyone like you before. your first interaction was two weeks ago at a frat party.

the bass was pounding hard enough to rattle your ribs, and you couldn't believe how badly you needed to pee. you practically sprinted down the hallway, weaving through drunk frat guys and half-conscious sorority girls, until you finally spotted a bathroom with no line. a miracle, seriously. you knocked twice, the music was way too loud for you to even hear the answer. so you pushed the door open, relief already blooming in your chest, only to freeze in horror.

the random girl's moans immediately fill your ears, she's bent over the bathroom counter, getting backshots from a guy in a backwards hat. shirt halfway off, the hem of it caught between his teeth, pants pulled down around his ankles. the girl's eyes were squeezed shut as she grips the edge of the counter tightly, but the guy turns around, hearing the door opening.

"occupied," he mumbles unfazed, not even slowing down his movements. you blink, getting out of the trance, slamming the door shut with your eyes widening, already feeling your cheeks heating up with embarrassment and annoyance.

were they serious? the ache in your bladder was painful from how much you'd hold it in, and you couldn't even pee in peace 'cause some freak had to get laid first? did they really have to do this in the bathroom?

you scoff, embarrassment slowly changing more and more into irritation. you knock on the door again and again. all you could hear is the girl getting louder to the point it was cutting even through the music, making you grimace with disgust.

chris stumbled out of the bathroom over five minutes later, with a smirk on his face and his arm draped casually around the waist of the random girl he’d just been with. she was still giggling, oblivious to the fact that they’d kept someone waiting, and that you basically walked in on them. chris was satisfied with himself, not caring about the fact someone saw him fucking a girl. he had no shame and he was used to getting away with things anyway.

but as soon as the door opened, and chris locked eyes with you, it felt like everything stopped for him because now he was fully capable to pay attention to you.

you were standing there just a few feet away, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. your face flushed from alcohol and irritation, eyes narrowing at him with a look that made his stomach tighten. he's never seen you before, but definitely couldn’t ignore now. you were gorgeous, no question about that.

there was a fire in your eyes, a sharpness in your gaze that immediately set you apart from everyone else in the house. though it was your attitude that made chris pause.

"are you serious?" you ask with disbelief, scoffing. "are you even aware that people might want to use the bathroom? fucking freaks."

he expected whoever walked in on them to be more embarrassed than annoyed, or even maybe jealous since girls are usually that, hoping to be the one he picked next so he was used to it. not some girl standing there shooting him a full-on death glare, looking disgusted and pissed off.

he stands there just staring at you as you go on rambling about how gross him and the girl are for occupying the bathroom. the blond girl beside him laughed and bumped his arm playfully, oblivious to the sudden tension, and clearly not understanding why you're so annoyed. but chris's entire focus was entirely on you standing in front of him, and cursing him out. he wasn't even sure what you were saying, he was staring at your plump lips moving, thinking of how good they would feel on his own. what the hell was going on?

no one ever made him speechless in his life. normally, chris would’ve cracked some offhand joke, a smooth comment, maybe even give you more of that lazy smirk he knew worked more often than not. flirting came easy to him, it was muscle memory at this point, but in that moment he just stood there. it was something about you that threw him off balance. you didn't look familiar at all, he was sure of it. he would've remembered you and made a move already if he'd seen you before. you'd probably became one of his favorite hookups, someone he keeps coming back to. but he doesn't recognize you, doesn't know you— yet.

the way your eyes were locked on him, not with admiration, but with pure annoyance, something about it had his mouth shut, not quite sure what to do.

the random girl beside him went on talking, telling you to calm down or some stupid shit like that, but chris could barely catch the words, like they were coming from behind a wall.

"...are you gonna stand there all night or actually apologize for being disgusting?" you snapped, your sarcasm dripping with disdain.

chris blinked, a little rattled. apologize? you wanted him to say sorry? for what?

"girl, relax, there's nothing to be sorry about. i'm definitely not, and chris isn't either. we had a fun time—" the blonde girl next to him keeps on mumbling, but you cut her off with one simple scoff, clearly done waiting for any kind of response from him.

"next time maybe don't keep people waiting. get a fucking room," you shot him a look that sent a jolt through him. chris barely had time to react before you pushed past them and slammed the bathroom door in his face with a definitive thud.

for a second, he just stood there, staring at the door. his mind was still spinning. who the fuck was that?

chris thought about it for the full week.

this wasn’t how it usually went. no girl ever gave him attitude like this. he usually had them eating out of his hand the second he flashed that smile. but you were looking at him like he wasn’t the king of this party, like he was just another idiot wasting your time, and maybe that was true. the way you'd looked at him, the way you had completely shut him down without even trying. no girl had ever treated him like that before, and he wasn’t about to let it go.

chris saw you again at another party a week later.

he was sprawled out on the couch, joint in hand, a familiar haze settling in as the party raged around him. he had two girls on either side of him, laughing and talking, but his attention was elsewhere. he wasn’t really listening to them, his focus was completely on you since he noticed you just moments ago, dancing and having fun with your friends. for now he was only watching, not being able to move his gaze away from you.

you were moving to the beat so effortlessly, like you'd always been meant to be the center of attention, even when you weren't trying. the lights hit you just right, illuminating your beauty and you looked even more gorgeous than he remembered. the music thumped in his chest, but all he could hear was the sound of his pulse in his ears.

chris felt something dangerous stir in him, his body lit up with a fire he couldn’t ignore. he felt the sudden urge to get closer, to do or say anything that would make you his tonight.

he took another hit of the joint, trying to ground himself, but the high only made the feeling more intense. his mind started to work overdrive, thinking of how could he get you alone and what to say that wouldn’t have you walking away. his thoughts raced, calculating every possible move, every word that wouldn’t set you off, cause there's no way he was letting you slip away again. he shifts on the couch uncomfortably, adjusting his pants, knowing that he has to have you.

but then, as if the universe was playing some cruel joke on him, you turned around and walked out of the living room, disappearing into the crowd. he was looking for you for the rest of the night, but it was no use. you were gone and left him frustrated.

but tonight was the night— one week after he last laid eyes on you, he saw you again, and this time, he made sure you wouldn’t disappear from his sight.

the sound of loud music and scattered laughter from the party in the next room seemed muffled in the kitchen, where only the hum of the fridge and the occasional clink of glass filled the air. chris leaned against the doorframe, watching you without realizing he’d been doing it for a few seconds longer than he intended. you were finally alone without your friends, standing by the counter, carefully measuring out a drink, looking like you didn’t have a care in the world.

he pushed off the doorframe, striding into the kitchen with an easy, practiced smirk, the kind he knew would get any girl's attention. “well, well, well... funny runnin' into you again," he said, leaning casually against the counter, watching you make your drink. "who would've thought?"

you glanced at him, eyes narrowing as recognition hit you. the same black backwards hat, the chain bracelet on his wrist and the red solo cup in his hand. it wasn't hard to recognize his face, even if he haven't crossed your mind even once after that little interaction in front of the bathroom a while ago. he just had this whole vibe going on, making it impossible not to remember him, especially that annoying expression on his face.

“oh. it's you.” you said flatly, your tone already giving off that uninterested vibe. “great."

chris's smirk grown, unfazed. "didn't think you'd remember me, but i definitely remember you. pretty hard to forget someone who was so vocal about needin' to take a piss." he tilts his head, eyes moving up and down your body which causes you to raise your eyebrows. "we didn’t get a proper introduction last time, did we?” he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a low, playful tone. “i'm chris.”

your eyes scan him up and down as well, but clearly unimpressed by him. "maybe if you and your friend weren't so vocal inside the bathroom, then i wouldn't be so loud about needing to do my business."

"oh, c'mon, sweetheart." he rolls his eyes playfully. "can't a guy have a little fun?"

"y'know, rooms exist. there's a lot of them in this house, i assume. you ever thought about it?" you put some distance between the two of you, adding some more juice to your drink, and making sure he's far enough not to touch it. "and don't call me sweetheart. i'm not in the mood for throwing up yet."

noticing that you had moved away slightly along with your red cup, chris caught the hint and decided to stay where he was, not wanting you to think he was some kind of weirdo, even though his pride was slightly bruised. however, he understood that you didn't know him yet, and you were just being careful. smart girl.

"a'ight then, my bad," he said, raising his hands in surrender, getting a suspicious glance in return. "'bout pickin' the bathroom instead of a room, not about callin' you sweetheart. ‘cause, in my opinion, it fits. you're just so nice," his tone sarcastic.

"no one asked about your opinion though." you remarked, focusing back on making your drink. and hoping chris will leave you alone.

he grins, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you. "damn, you're a sassy one. how come i've never seen ya 'round before?" he tilts his head to the side, his tongue wetting his bottom lip. "before you yelled at me for takin' over the bathroom, i mean."

you shrug casually, "maybe you did, but don't remember. i'm just not the type who throws herself at guys, so i probably haven't caught your attention."

you were sure he hadn't seen you before, because you had just arrived in this city over a month ago, but you wanted to mess with him a little.

your friend who was going to college nearby dragged you to a few frat parties, saying that you needed to relax a bit, after the terrible relationship you had ended a few months ago. you still hold a grudge against men and you thought it was totally stupid to start going to parties, but it seems like maybe it would do you well to have some fun. you didn't pay attention to any of the men though, every one of them was shallow and acted the same, and you're not exactly the one night stand type.

"naaah," he cooed, his tone amused. "i'd definitely remember someone so.... gorgeous." he stops himself at the last moment from calling you sexy, cause he's pretty sure you'd be closer to punching him in the face than you already are.

you scoffed, finding him completely ridiculous. another frat guy with a god complex and a playlist full of future. all bravado and loud charm, like he thought the party revolved around him, and maybe it did with the amount of people he had wrapped around his finger. everything about him screamed performance— the way he walked, the way he talked, like he'd rehearsed this a hundred times, and he probably did. you weren't impressed at all. though, your eyes lingered a second longer than you meant them to. he was hot, ridiculously so. almost as ridiculously as his stupid personality.

chris caught that, of course. his confidence increased even more than possible.

"i've never gotten your name," his voice drops an octave as your eyes meet again. he had pretty eyes.

but still— hot didn't mean interesting. or worth your time.

your fingers wrap around the red cup as you flash him a fake smile, almost giving him hope that his charm started working on you. it always works on everyone, his ego started immediately raising higher.

"and you never will."

the words leave your lips and you drifted towards the hallway, disappearing into the crowd of people faster than he could react. he's still looking at the spot where you were just standing, a smirk frozen on his face at the realization you've just completely turn him down. he blinks a few times, slowly following your path with his gaze, a frown appearing between his eyebrows.

"damn," he mutters to himself, shaking his head and taking a sip of his drink. weren't you just a ray of sunshine?

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for the rest of the party chris tries to find you but it's like you vanished from the world. at some point he just goes back to his typical game— manspreading on the couch with two girls on each side of him and a joint between his lips.

the party was slowly winding down, and you were doing your best to take care of your friend, who had gotten far too drunk and ended up throwing up in the bathroom. you couldn’t help but feel sorry for her as the girl sat slumped on the floor, repeating over and over that she’d never touch alcohol again, which was a promise you both knew wouldn’t last.

the hallway was a warzone when you finally left the bathroom. beer-soaked carpets, someone’s sneaker dangling from a light fixture, and bodies either passed out or making out in random corners. your arm ached from dragging your friend’s half-conscious weight down the corridor, towards the front wide-open door where drunk people kept coming in and out every now and then.

every few steps, the girl mumbled something about taco bell, other girls being bitches, or how the world was definitely spinning. it was all a mess, and thank god you weren't wasted. then you saw him— coming in from the front steps, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, hoodie pulled halfway over his head like he hadn’t decided whether to stay at the party or go back to his room. he was the last person you wanted to see, especially like this, hauling dead weight, hair a mess, fed up with the whole night.

chris spotted you immediately, walking inside the house like he owned the place, red solo cup dangling from his fingers. he stopped right in front of you, blocking your way. his eyes dropped to your friend, then back to your face, and that stupid little smirk pulled at his mouth like it lived there. "you stalkin' me?" he asks sarcastically, wanting to get a reaction out of you.

"huh?" you raise your eyebrows.

"it's either this or destiny, 'cos no way that outta all these people here, we're runnin' into each other again."

at first you look at him fully dumbfounded, then roll your eyes, not being in the mood for his games. you try to slip past him, but it was no use. an annoying scoff leaves your lips, "move."

"ah, but why?" his tongue clicks against his teeth. "you're not happy to see me?"

"no," you say honestly, holding his gaze, the drunk girl groaned, head lolling on your shoulder. chris tilted his head, clearly amused. “you wound me.”

"good. now move." you attempted to maneuver past him again, but he stepped slightly to the side, still blocking part of the hall. not fully, just enough to be annoying. "seriously, chris," you said, glaring up at him. “get out of my way.”

the smirk on his face grows, "awww, you remembered my name. how nice. i still haven't gotten yours though."

you would've facepalm right there and then, if you didn't have to keep your drunk friend upright. "and i said you won't."

"you always this mean or is it just me?"

"just you."

chris was, in fact, amused. no girl had ever resisted his charm for this long, with such consistency. most would've caved by now, but you held your ground, meeting his gaze with fire and shooting back with witty remarks that caught him off guard more than he cared to admit.

he appreciated your looks a lot, you were hot as fuck and he would do everything just for one night with you, but your attitude was getting more and more to him with each word you spoke, making him intrigued. you seemed so completely unaffected by his attention that it frustrated him, yet still it was addictive. but he could also see the way your eyes sometimes wander down his body, before you catch yourself and look away. that's how he knows he has the chance and you're just playing hard to get.

you try to move past him again, stepping forward, close enough to brush past his chest if he didn’t move. which he obviously didn’t.

the pause was sharp. your friend mumbled something unintelligible, slumping heavier into your side. the warmth of his body makes your stomach flip.

"i can help if ya want,” he points at the girl. his voice was smooth, too smooth, and there was that same smirk on his face that you'd told him to shove earlier. "you look like you 'bout to drop her."

"i don't need your help," you shot back. "all i need is to leave, and maybe a bottle of water. you're neither."

chris raised his hands, backing off an inch, fighting the urge to close the distance between the two of you. your lips were so tempting. “a'ight," he wets his bottom lip with his tongue, looking away for a moment, the smirk not leaving his face. "i can get you a water though—" he cuts himself off at the glare you give him. “c'mon, ma, just lemme help.”

you sighed, more to yourself than at him. “why are you so persistent?”

chris shrugged, throwing the empty red solo cup aside and shoving his hands into his pockets. you could tell it's because you've told him no, that you didn't crack. he was down bad, it was obvious by the way his eyes lingered just a moment too long, by his flirtatious smile and words. chris wanted to fuck you, simple as that. but you weren't fooled. you won't be just another girl on his list of hookups, no matter how good he smelled, how blue his eyes were, how soft his hair looked, or how pink his lips were—

woah. hold on.

before any of you could say anything else, your friend lifted her head and slurred, “waaait... wait, is that the guy? the one you said is stupid but has pretty e—"

your eyes widen as you froze in place, your hand automatically slapping over the girl's mouth, cutting her off. your stomach literally dropped, it was like time paused.

your eyes slowly move back to chris, whose grin was wider than ever. his eyebrows raised, and you point your finger at him, shaking your head, immediately staring to deny everything, even if the blush on your face was clearly betraying you. "no— i did not say that.... c'mon...–" you mutter, keeping the hand on your friend's face, ignoring the pouting and unintelligible mumbling from the girl. "she's tripping. completely wasted and apparently hallucinating. we gotta go, bye!"

chris blocks your way again when you try to move past him. he crosses his arms over his chest, leaning casually against the doorframe like he'd been waiting for this moment the entire night.

"so," he said slowly, clearly savoring this. "what exactly did you say? i heard somethin' about pretty—"

"pretty damn stupid," you reply, not missing a beat and clearing your throat. "that's what she meant and that's what i've said— mentioned, actually. it's not like i would talk about you."

chris's eyes locked on yours, that irritating, satisfying smirk not leaving his face. it makes you want to both punch him, and maybe even kiss him a little, which was extremely inconvenient. "you sure?" he asked, tilting his head just enough to make your blood boil, still effectively blocking your exit. "'cause i'd reaaally love to hear more 'bout what you think of me."

you let out a dry, sarcastic laugh. "oh, i'm sure you would."

chris raised an eyebrow. "so you did say somethin'."

you scoffed, shoving past him with all the strength you had, your shoulder colliding with his chest. he moves, giving you hope that he'll let you leave, but no. his hand caught your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it tight enough to stop you.

you froze as your eyes locked with his, and the intensity in it makes your head spin. he was close, his breath warm against your face.

"oh, c'mon, don't be like this," he murmured, voice low with desire. his gaze dipped, lingering on your lips for a second too long, your heart pounding in your chest.

you get out of the trance when your drunk friend mumbles something, which helps you come back on earth, realizing what was happening. if you don't move...

"good fucking night," you snapped annoyed at yourself and him, pulling your arm free and moving past him, leaving the house. you take your hand off your friend's mouth, telling her to keep quiet in a hushed voice.

"see you at another party?" he called after you, and by the tone of his voice you just knew that this damn smile of his was glued in place, like he was enjoying every second of your frustration— and he probably did.

"if you're lucky," you answered, not even slowing down or looking back.

and damn, he hoped he was lucky.

you made it to the curb without your friend collapsing which was a miracle, honestly. the uber was already waiting, headlights cutting through the dark, engine humming like it was impatient. you yanked the car door open and guided your friend inside with the grace of someone just barely hanging on. slamming the door shut, you walked around to the other side and paused, your hand hovering over the handle.

you could still feel the heat of his body too close, the way he looked at you like you were a puzzle he was actually interested in solving, just to see what would happen if he pushed a little harder. you hated guys like that. guys who didn’t take no like an answer, just a challenge. what was worse is that something in your chest had fluttered when he kept standing there like he belonged in your way, like he knew you'd remember it later.

you scoff, getting in the car and slamming the door harder than necessary without saying a word. your friend was already out cold, head against the window, mascara smudged like a painting. the driver gave you both a look through the mirror but didn’t ask questions.

chris already lightened up a cigarette and exhaled smoke into the cool night air, watching the uber's taillights disappear around the corner as the car drives away. he stood there a moment longer than he meant to, half a smirk still clinging to his face like muscle memory. he shakes his head amused, feeling like he somehow won. yes, you were being sarcastic, playing hard to get and all that, but your friend's slip-up told him everything he needed to know. especially the way you tried to deny it. maybe it was petty but he couldn't help the satisfaction that settled in his chest— he got to you, even if just a little.

he knows you'll crumble soon enough.

~~~

the living room was quiet, a half-drunk iced coffee sat sweating on the coffee table, you curled up on the couch, oversized hoodie drowning your frame, fuzzy socks peeking out from beneath a blanket. a reality show murmured in the background, one of those trashy dating competitions where every contestant was more emotionally unstable than the last, while you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone.

just when you chuckled at some funny instagram reel, the apartment door flew open without warning.

"bitch, it's me!"

the screech was followed by the thud of boots kicking off and the unmistakable jingle of bracelets. only one person had the audacity to break into your apartment like that.

you didn’t even look up. “hi, riley."

riley tossed her bag onto the armchair and flopped down next to you, full of caffeinated energy and smug satisfaction.

"you owe me,” she announced dramatically. “like majorly.”

that caught your attention. you arched a brow, looking at your friend and dropping your phone on your lap. “what did you do?”

“i did what you asked,” riley said, eyes gleaming like she’d cracked some kind of sacred code. “i went full FBI on your guy. and girl, you aren't ready.”

right...

after the frat party two days ago, you told your friend about chris being all over you, also mentioning how riley drunkenly blurted out that you said something about chris being stupid but pretty, which meant one thing. his ego was already high but now it was definitely through the roof, while you were embarrassed, not wanting him to get any ideas. you didn't care about this guy at all, but curiosity got the best of you. that's why you asked your extroverted friend, who knew the whole campus, for help and she happily agreed.

"i owe you?" you look at her in disbelief. "girl, you were the one to almost tell him that i said he has pretty eyes. if anything, you owe me for putting me in this position."

"okay, but i was drunk. and it's not like i actually said the whole thing."

"but you dropped the word pretty while talking about him. he might be an idiot, but he can do basic math. he now thinks i'm into him."

your friend rolled her eyes, knowing damn well she kinda fucked up, but it's not like you were really mad. and after all, you asked her to find more about chris.

"alright, you wanna know or what?"

your eyes narrow slightly as you look at the girl whose smile was only growing wider.

“not sure if i'm still interested." you said flatly, but the way your spine straightened slightly betrayed you. "and he's not my guy." you add after processing her previous words.

"right," riley cackled, brushing her hair off her shoulder. she looked too excited for your liking. "you literally told me to find out everything about him. and i have receipts. literally.” she pulled out her phone, opened the notes app, and turned it toward you. “okay, so my friend has a friend who's friends with the girl whose sister was bestfriends with another girl who was sleeping with chris, so i have all the info. look."

you grimace, glancing over at the screen before riley starts speaking again. "christopher sturniolo, junior, business major, frat boy. delta chi."

you groaned, dragging the blanket over your head. just as you expected.

“oh no no no, you wanted the tea, so now listen,” riley insisted, tugging the blanket down like she was unveiling a masterpiece.

“he's textbook,” she continued, scrolling. “he's been in the frat since freshman year and he's very popular. my friend said that he's seen at least three different girls leaving chris's room in the same week, and that happens all the time."

"that's disgusting," you shaked your head.

“he's a frat boy, obviously he's gonna be gross, girl." riley replied. “my friend said he's cocky as hell, you saw that for yourself. the kind of guy who doesn’t just know he’s hot, but uses it. also he doesn't commit. most girls fall for him, but he doesn't really care."

you scoffed. “well, i'm not most girls.”

“that's exactly why he’s interested,” riley said, voice laced with amusement. “you told him no. do you know how rare that is for someone like him? he's literally a hot, emotionally unavailable, walking red flag."

"yeah, well, all of this is pretty obvious."

"some of my friends were the girls who hooked up with him and they say it's worth it though."

"oh, c'mon," you roll your eyes. "there's plenty of him. literally, the whole frat house is full of dickheads."

"true," riley agrees. "but he's popular for a reason, babe."

she reads you some more random informations, things that you could've expect. then there was a moment of silence between you two, filled only by the soft chaos of the tv show in the background. then riley snapped her fingers, eyes lighting up. "oh, and he's a triplet."

"a what?" you raise your eyebrows, looking at your friend. "a triplet," she repeated.

"great, could it get any worse?" you huff. "not one, but two more of him? holy fuck."

"now when i think about it, i'm pretty sure one of them is in my photography class. he seems less intimidating than chris though." riley gets lost in thought before shrugging.

"how is it possible you don't know him?" you look at her. "i mean, girl, you literally know everyone and you're constantly partying."

"oh, i knew he existed, just never really talked to him. and he didn't try to hit on me either, everyone knows i'm lesbian, so..."

"right," you hum.

riley adds, "you know, he might be a dick, and don't get me wrong, i know you should be careful, but... it wouldn't be bad for you to have a little fun. chris is there, trying to get your attention, so why not play around? and that was the point for you to start going on parties and loosen up a bit, so..."

she has been telling you that for a long time now, and deep down you knew she was right. it had been a few months since you left your toxic ex, and you were tired of being miserable, especially since it wasn't a part of who you were. you had always been confident, but when your ex cheated on you with another girl, it felt like your self worth got kicked in the gut. and now you had someone like chris, who was popular and handsome, and tried to get your attention, even if it was just for a one night stand with you.

"and you think chris is a good option?" you ask rhetorically, scoffing. "please."

"welllll, no, but he's not ugly and he wants to fuck you." riley says bluntly with a shrug. "when was the last time you got laid?" you don't reply. "exactlyy."

you keep silent for a moment, deeply thinking about it, even if you knew it was a bad idea. you grabbed the remote, changed the show to some trashy murder doc, and nestled deeper into the couch, trying to focus on something else.

“have you checked his Instagram?” riley asks after a moment, a small smirk forming on her face.

you frowned, "no?"

"you haven't?" the girl's eyebrows shot up. "girl, why aren't you simping? finally some not ugly guy wants you! shoot your shot?"

"i don't care," you scoffed. "that's just stupid." riley rolled her eyes, already reaching for your phone that was on your lap, "liar."

"riley—" you groaned, trying to take it from her, but she was already unlocking it— yeah, never giving her a password ever again.

“what? i'm just saying. you can tell a lot from someone’s insta. like if he’s actually a full time frat boy or some gym influencer?" her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"he probably only posts thirst traps for his hoes," you comment, rolling your eyes. "i'm not looking at that shit."

“okay,” riley said, clearly not meaning it. “i will though." she starts typing something on your phone, quickly finding his account. "but just so you know, his username is christophersturniolo, he's got a lot of followers, and... damn— yeah, he follows a lot of girls too."

"basic ass username," you huff, not losing the chance to hate on him a little. "and that already tells me everything i need to know..." you mutter, trying to seem uninterested.

“ohhh my god,” riley said suddenly, holding your phone out like she’d just spotted a ufo. “he's actually good looking. like i knew he was cute, but girl, he's so photogenic.” the girl looks at chris's posts with her eyebrows raised. "that's actually unfair."

riley was the biggest girls lover you know so when she calls a guy attractive, you know she means it.

you shook your head, forcing yourself not to look. “of course," another scoff leaves your lips.

"there's a shirtless mirror selfie and i can see the veins on his hands. i mean, ew, but also… wow.” riley was clearly exaggerating on purpose, just to get you to glance at the photos. she knew you're a slut for a man's hands.

"i don't care," you mumble, keeping your gaze on the tv, but feeling the growing urge to look at your phone.

"sure," she smirked. "i'm just gonna leave your phone here, totally unlocked, screen on, showing his feed. do with that what you will.” she set it down carefully on the couch cushion between you both, like it was a loaded weapon.

you rolled your eyes and for a solid ten seconds, you kept them glued to the screen, determined to prove a point. but then— just a quick glance. just one.

and there he was.

shirtless at the beach in one post, with a smirk that practically screamed i know you’re looking. in another, he was in some white tank top with a cigarette between his lips at a gas station. then there were a few group shots with his friends, him in the middle, always grinning, always effortlessly magnetic.

you tried to act unimpressed, meanwhile riley was living, her smile widening. "ugh, this is the worst. why is he fine? it's offensive." riley grabs the phone, clicking on some photo dump and swiping her finger. "aww, he has a dog! look at this one— oh, those are his brothers, wait..."

you just couldn’t help it and finally leaned in, peeking over riley's shoulder. "matt and nick," the girl says after tapping on the tagged people.

"damn, they're identical—" you raise your eyebrows, looking at the picture. even if the other two were just as handsome as chris, your gaze kept wandering to him. "okay, he's... not bad."

“not bad?” riley laughed, looking at you. "girl, you're full of bullshit, looking at him like you wanna—"

“shut the fuck up," you cut her off. "i'm not looking at him in any way,” you insisted. she just shaked her head at your delusion and kept scrolling. “he’s a walking red flag... a walking red flag with insane blue eyes...—" you get too focused on the picture, your voice trailing off as you take the phone from riley to see better.

“which you are currently double-tapping.”

pause.

no, no, no. there's no fucking way.

you froze, looking at the screen with wide eyes, your thumb hovered over the screen like it had betrayed you. right under his photo was a bright red heart. you actually liked chris's post from over five months ago.

you immediately unliked the photo with a horrified gasp, feeling your heart racing and cheeks growing hotter in embarrassment. but even if, you couldn't erase the digital footprint you'd just left. it was too late and if he had his notifications on, you were fucked.

"oh my fucking god— it was a slip! my thumb slipped!” you looked at your friend who tried not to laugh for your own sake.

"well, that's...." riley looks at the screen and back at your panicked expression. she also knew you were doomed.

"i'm gonna die," you mutter, staring at the phone like it could explode any second. "i'm actually killing myself. i'm gonna vanish from the earth."

"that's a bit dramatic," the girl says amused, but you didn't find it funny at all.

"dramatic?! girl, i was acting like i hate his guts at the party and now i just liked his fucking post? i might as well just shoot myself, holy shit."

"okay, look for the good sides of this..."

you look at riley as the girl tries to make you feel better, but clearly is struggling to find anything positive about what just happened. "like what?!" you finally snap." there's no good sides. he's gonna think i'm into him now." you groaned, "ughhhh, i hate my goddamn life."

"aren't you though? into him?" riley blurts out.

"riley?! no! hell no," you scoff, shaking your head. "he's an idiot."

"even a littleeee bit...?" she asked with a teasing grin, pinching her fingers together, just a tiny gap between them to emphasize her words.

you looked at her in full disbelief, slapping her arm slightly. "no!" you sigh, rubbing your temples.

"okay, relax, maybe he won't even notice." she tries to reassure you. "he's probably busy with something, it's not like he would be on his phone in this exact moment, and see that you liked his photo...."

the girl's voice trailed off when your phone buzzed and you both looked at it. a notification from instagram.

[ 1 new message...]

christophersturniolo: look who couldn't resist

then another one.

christophersturniolo: was starting to think i dreamed you up

the phone nearly slipped from your hand.

while you were close to ending up in an asylum, chris was sprawled across his bed in the frat, shirtless, one arm tucked behind his head, the other lazily scrolling through his phone. he was halfway through a reel of a guy trying to bench press a couch, when a notification popped up at the top of his screen. one new like from yourusername. he barely glanced at it and probably would ignore, but the photo someone liked was an old one, he could see. and he had this feeling in his gut... so he checked it, brow furrowing just slightly as he taps at the profile of the girl with only two posts. four mutual followers, cute little profile picture that looked suspiciously like someone he recognized, the unfamiliar name in the bio. then he checks the recent posts and that's when he sees you.

bingo.

a slow grin curled across his lips and he just couldn't believe his luck. his ego practically purred— you liked his photo. you found him, and that meant you had to search for him. not only this, but he also knew your name now, and he wouldn't be him if he didn't take advantage of it, would he? he follows you immediately.

“oh my god,” you choked, after the small moment of horror, throwing your phone across the couch. your heart was instantly in your throat, pulse drumming in your ears. “oh my actual god.”

you look at riley with wide eyes, the girl's jaw almost on the floor as she stares back at you. your entire body was stiff, the panic creeping up your neck.

"oh girl..."

"fucking shit," you mutter, shaking your head. "i swear, i'm gonna die." you buried your face in your hands while riley scrambled to grab the phone. "this is so humiliating. i look like some weirdo now, stalking him." you look at your friend again, "it wasn't even a recent post. it was a post from almost five months ago. five! i can't even imagine how satisfying it has to be for him."

riley looks at the screen, "he followed you too."

"what?!" you reach for the phone, needing to see it with your own eyes. "oh, fucking great. even better."

"you gonna reply?"

"are you crazy? what would i even say? 'yeah i was stalking you and my thumb slipped?' oh, please." you scoff at your own stupidity. "i am not replying."

"yes, you are."

"nope. not happening. i'm deleting my account or moving back to my hometown. i'm gonna raise goats and forget what wifi even is."

"or,” riley said, forcing the phone back into your hands, “you could be normal for once and text him back.”

"girl, no. i don't know what to say. he already thinks i searched him up and now he knows my name. i've just lost all my power.” riley rolled her eyes at your dramatic ass. “let's start with the fact you never had power, you just have a really good poker face. but now you’ve got his attention again and if you don't text him back, it'll be more embarrassing than liking his picture by accident."

you chewed on your bottom lip, staring down at the message like it might explode if you touched it. part of you wanted to toss the phone out the window, but another part wanted to type something back. still, you hesitated.

“text. him. back,” riley demanded, practically bouncing. “you don’t have to fall in love with him, babe. just mess with him a little, have some fun. he's cocky, right? so throw him off. you're good at that.”

you took a deep breath, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. it was easy to be unbothered by chris's charm at the party, but now you felt weak when he had the knowledge of you stalking his account.

you unlocked the phone, opening the notification and reading his messages once again. your thumb hovered over the keyboard, your pulse racing

"okay, fuck it." you mutter. riley leaned in like a nosy coach. with a deep breath and a smirk slowly tugging at the corner of your lips, you slowly started typing.

yourusername: wow already imagining me in your dreams? that was fast

yourusername: it was just a pity like dont let it go to your head

sent.

riley smiled, getting all excited about this whole thing. your nerves eased slowly as you stare at the screen, the three dots popping up and disappearing. not even a thirty seconds later you get a respond.

christophersturniolo: harsh

christophersturniolo: you were a bit nicer when you were checking me out at the party

your jaw dropped. "did he just—?”

riley screamed, covering her mouth. "before you say anything," you quickly say, pointing your finger at the girl. "i was not checking him out. just... looking. it was a glance actually. a tiny, curious glance."

which wasn't true since your eyes did wonder up and down his body a few times, you just didn't know he caught that, and that he would take advantage of it like this.

"i'm not saying anything," riley raises her hands up in surrender.

another message.

"oh my god," riley said, grinning and looking at you. "he wants you sooo bad."

you couldn't even process what just happened in the last few minutes.

"that's terrible," you mutter still in disbelief, turning off your phone and putting it down on the coffee table. "see me on friday? i'm not going to any frat party ever again."

"girl—" she gives you a glare before rolling her eyes. "you have to go, are you kidding? this guy is down bad, you can't lose this opportunity."

"opportunity for what, exactly?" you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "i'm not gonna let him hit."

riley doesn't believe you.

~~~

friday came sooner than expected and after much persuasion from riley, you finally agreed to go to another party, feeling like you couldn't give chris the satisfaction. if you didn't show up, he'd think he had some kind of power over you, which he didn't.

after getting all dolled up, you and riley arrived at the frat house around 10pm, immediately finding some of your other mutual friends. the music was blaring in the house, most people were already tipsy and you actually felt a hint of excitement for the night, also hoping chris won't bother you too much. there's a high possibility you won't even see him, there's a lot of people here after all.

"girl, you won't believe who i just saw," one of your friends stumbled outside after about two hours of partying, when you and a few other girls went out for a cigarette. you look at her with a frown when she interrupts you mid conversation. "who?"

"jake's bitch is here," she says with a shake of her head, drunkenly trying to light up her cigarette.

you feel annoyance building up within you immediately at the mention of your ex's name, and that the girl he cheated on you with was at the party. it meant only one thing— your ex had to be here too.

you take a long drag from the cigarette, the wheels in your head turning. you'd see jake and that girl on instagram so many times, stalking her account to see what she has that you don't, but you never saw them together in real life.

"where?" you ask casually, exhaling the clouds of smoke. the girl shrugs, "in the kitchen." you hum and nod, finishing your cigarette before going back inside the house, not bothering to wait for your friends.

now you're more focused on your surroundings, paying more attention to people who pass by. you wanted to meet this girl, not necessarily talk to her or jake, but you wanted to see them, to be sure that their relationship doesn't affect you. it was a fact that you got over it a long time ago, but you felt that you were missing something to completely heal and maybe seeing them, realizing that you truly don't care, was just that thing.

you find yourself in the kitchen, the music thumped from the living room, but it was quieter here. a few people taking shots, some couple in the corner making out, but no sight of the girl or jake.

you decided to make yourself a drink while you're here, looking through all the alcohol on the kitchen island. there was so much of everything that you weren't sure what to chose.

"having fun?" chris walked up behind you out of nowhere, oozing confidence. after looking for you for the past hours, he finally spotted you a few minutes ago and followed to the kitchen without you even noticing. "how 'bout fireball?" he asks, seeing how you try to decide what to drink. he also notices your slight annoyance, wondering if it's just your usual attitude or something pissed you off. surprisingly, not him yet. "one shot and you'll forget anything you thinkin' about."

the sigh you let out after hearing chris's voice was amusing to him, you clearly don't enjoy his presence at all. he really picked a great moment to talk to you, just after you found out that your biggest opp is at the same party.

"so one shot and i can forget about you bothering me? tempting," you mocked him, not even sparing him a glance.

chris grabs two red solo cups and the rest of the stuff he needs, his lips twitching upwards. "just admitted to thinkin' about me. we're clearly getting somewhere."

you rolled your eyes, glaring at him while he casually starts making your drink. "if i'm getting anywhere, it's away from you."

"but why? so you could stalk my instagram in peace?" his smirk grows after locking eyes with you and seeing your expression.

a flicker of heat rises in your face and you mentally curse yourself for it, or even checking his profile in the first place. chris looked like a little kid who just opened gifts on a christmas morning. he clearly was waiting to use this whole 'stalking him' accident against you.

"i was not stalking you," you mutter, not even sounding convincing. chris hums, "oh, sure. which post was your favorite? the one you liked?"

taking a deep breath to help you cool down, you lean against the kitchen island, watching chris making the drinks. he looked incredibly fine tonight, wearing black baggy pants, his usual backwards hat and a black, pirate girl tank top with a bracelet wrapped around his wrist, as always catching your eye. this outfit made a shiver goes down your spine and you didn't like that at all. he was just a cocky, stupid guy whose live revolved around girls and parties. still, you weren't able to take your eyes off him. it was impossible to say he wasn't attractive and you didn't even try lying to yourself.

"no, actually the one with your brothers. they're so hot, especially... nick? yeah, totally my type." you fake smile, bullshitting him, your voice sweet as honey. it's not like you actually paid attention to his brothers while scrolling through chris's instagram.

but chris just grins, handing the red solo cup to you, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "you wanna try to shoot your shot with him?" he asks casually. "unless you're a guy with a mustache, he won't be even lookin' in your direction."

you blink, processing his words and starts to feel even more stupid than you already were. "he's gay?"

"yeah," he nods. "and matt has a girl so i'm your only option." chris's smirk widens. "we're basically identical so sayin' that nick is your type, you just said i'm your type." he takes a sip of the drink, eyes never leaving yours. "but you did your research, i see. good girl."

his words make your thoughts wander in places you didn't want them to.

a scoff leaves your lips as you shot him a glare, finally grabbing the red solo cup from him. "don't flatter yourself. you're not my type."

"oh, no?" he raises his eyebrow. "i think we both know you're lyin', sweetheart."

“please,” you deadpanned. “you really think you’re that guy?”

chris shrugged, leaning in a little closer, deliberately invading your personal space. “why not? i'm the life of the party, girls would fight to get jus' the slightest of my attention... i don't know why you tryna hold back so much, but i'd make you feel so good. tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

your stomach flips when his voice gets lower and his eyes seem more intense. chris was on a mission tonight— to make you crack. the thing was, you knew you started giving in the moment you decided to come here tonight, even after swearing that you wouldn't. though you were still thinking of what riley said, that it's not wrong to have fun and chris was right here.

instead of answering, you take a sip of the drink he'd made you, the alcohol burning in your throat. "that's... strong," you mutter, grimacing.

his lips curled into a smirk, sensing your small frustration. "hell yeah, it is." he leaned against the counter next to you, one elbow resting on the cool surface, his body angled just enough that he was eye level with you. "you gonna ignore my question?"

"listen, i definitely—" you cut yourself off as your eyes wander to the people who just entered through the kitchen doorway.

your ex with his current girlfriend, surrounded by a few friends. they hadn't noticed you yet, which gave you a moment to look at them— how ugly he was, sometimes you wondered what you saw in him. and that bitch? her smile was faker than her eyelashes. you didn't know how she could be so chill and happy in a relationship with him, when he cheated on you with her, and you believed that someone who cheated once will do it again. maybe she was just as stupid.

"you gotta be kidding me," you mutter to yourself, eyes not leaving jake and the girl as you finally see them in real life. they were just across the kitchen, talking to some people, the grin on jake's face making your blood boil. you feel a wave of negative emotions going through you— not saddness or hurt, but annoyance and hatred. you actually couldn't care less about them, your heart wasn't sinking. jake had been gone from your life for long enough that he didn't hold power over you anymore, but he still had that smug look on his face, like he was untouchable. and that was what annoyed you.

you hadn't realized you were staring until chris spoke. "what?" his gaze followed yours, now looking at the group of people across the room, sensing your sudden annoyance. he doesn't see anything special. "you look like you wanna snap someone's neck. hopefully not mine," he adds with a hint of sarcasm, looking back at you.

you ignored his teasing, eyes locked on jake and the girl on his side. "that's my ex," you muttered, clearly disgusted.

chris raised an eyebrow, his curiosity spiked. he took a second, squinting toward where your ex was chatting up with a few people. "him?" chris grimaces when you nod, wondering how the fuck someone who looked like that pulled you. "what'd he do?"

you scoffed, a sarcastic, dry little laugh slipping out. "oh, please. what didn't he?

he didn't push you for more details, his gaze flickering between you and the guy across the room. chris thought he'd seen every single one of your death stares, since you didn't spare him and gave him plenty of them, but your gaze at that moment was even sharper than ever. this guy must have gotten under your skin really bad. jake was laughing with some people, clearly not paying attention to his surroundings just yet. chris glances back at you, "he looks like a dick."

your eyes flashed with a hint of amusement and for the first time you'd give chris a real, not sarcastic smile. "he is one," you reply, taking a sip of your drink and glancing at chris. "he cheated on me with her," you say casually, gesturing subtly towards the girl on jake's side.

chris's eyebrows shot up and he looked at the guy again. he grimaced, trying to process what you just said. "there's no way that this cheated on you," he finally mumbled, looking back at you with disbelief. "you're literally out of his league, who the fuck gave him the confidence to think he could play you?"

he thought it was absolutely ridiculous that someone like your ex had a chance with you, but you kept turning chris down and acting like you didn't find him hot. but now he understood why you were so stubborn and tried not to fall for his charm.

your gaze flickered away from jake and back to chris, for a moment the room seemed to spin around you. after emptying your drink, you put the red cup down and shrug, trying to seem nonchalant even if deep down you appreciated his words. "it's also funny 'cos he tried to get me back, saying it was a mistake, but after i told him to fuck off, he immediately went back straight to her."

chris scoffs, "yeah, too late, buddy." you both went silent for a moment, the music loud in the house yet all you heard was the pulse in your ears. "you wanna get back at him?"

you frown, watching as chris casually takes a sip of his own drink, eyes locked on yours and that familiar smirk tugging at his lip. "i don't care—"

"m'not sayin' you do, but it'd be fun to mess 'round a little, don't you think? especially that he clearly wants you back, i mean... who wouldn't?" he straightened up slightly, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. "he had to be really blind and dumb for fumbling ya."

you look up at him slightly confused. "and what do you have in mind?"

in that moment chris had a good feeling that he's actually getting somewhere. even if his excuse was to 'get back' at your ex, he clearly just wanted to get what he craved— you.

he reached out, casually brushing a few strands of your hair behind your ear, shifting just a little closer, testing the waters. your gaze followed his hand and went back to his eyes. you knew damn well that if you don't step back something will happen. he was close enough to feel his cologne, his eyes dropping to your lips.

"i've got a lot of ideas," he mutters, his voice lower. "you just gotta let me. y'know, it'd probably really piss off that dude. don't you wanna feel this satisfaction?"

your eyes narrow, knowing what chris was doing, how he tried to take advantage of the fact you might want to get back at your ex, and chris was right here, next to you. in fact you were sure that jake would tweak out 'cause even when you were together, he was always insecure about other guys. and maybe you couldn't give a fuck less about jake, but seeing his reaction would be priceless.

"you think i'm stupid?" you ask him, raising an eyebrow. "i know exactly what you're doing, chris."

"and?" he smirks unbothered, his fingers gently brushing under your chin as he tilted your head up to meet his eyes. "is that a yes or no?"

your eyes moved back to jake who finally noticed you, catching your eye. that stupid grin stretched across his face, like you were supposed to be impressed. but you could also see the small frown on his face as he sees you with a frat guy.

chris looks at you with eager anticipation as you lock eyes with him, making your decision in a moment of pure, reckless impulse. your heart raced and without thinking, you leaned in, gripping his tank top to yank him closer, he immediately gets the hint and his lips are fast to find yours.

it was quick, you kissed him back after a moment with a soft hum, his hand slipping to the back of your neck. for a second your mind went blank, the feeling of chris's lips on yours was too much to deal with, and the biggest mistake was that you didn't think about how this would make you feel, or that you're literally giving chris what he wants. you just needed to send a clear message to your ex. but in that moment, as the kiss deepened, your breath quickened and you realized that you might've done something completely different, not expecting the butterflies in your stomach, or how your body felt like it was on fire, craving more. your lips slightly parted, letting his tongue tangle with yours, his drink forgotten somewhere on the counter.

chris is absolutely in heaven, feeling your body so close to his and how responsive you are, his pants growing tighter and he never wanted anyone as bad as he wanted you. he places his free hand on your hip, pushing you gently against the counter, both of you growing more excited with each second, and you find yourself really enjoying it. he was a good kisser, better than you accidentally imagined once or twice, and it was impossible to get enough of him.

the ache between your legs started growing, the noise of the party completely fading away, his lips felt so soft and warm against yours, it was making you crazy. chris's thoughts scattered, all he could focus on was the way you taste, the way your breath hitched when his hand moved on your neck, or how you pressed against him like you needed him as much as he did.

you pulled back slightly to catch some air, your lips still inches from his, feeling your heartbeat rush in your chest. this wasn't supposed to be anything, just a quick, impulsive kiss, and yet— his hand had been too warm at the back of your neck, his mouth moved a little too well, and the way chris slowly pulled back, like he knew something unfamiliar twisted low in your stomach.

your eyes flutter open, immediately locking with his full of desire stare. he scans your flushed face closely, not looking away for even a second. "it worked?" his voice low and hoarse, a shiver goes down your spine. you could feel your panties sticking to your wet folds.

"huh?" you let out, not knowing what chris is asking about.

the corner of his mouth twitches in satisfaction. he had you completely wrapped around his finger now, he believes. "your ex," he murmurs.

"oh," you blink, only now remembering why did you and chris kiss in the first place. your gaze wandered across the kitchen, but didn't see your ex or his girlfriend anywhere, only his friends were still standing there and talking. you were sure jake saw this whole scene though, he clearly couldn't take it and had to leave.

but you truly couldn't care less when you had chris in front of you, with his hands still on your body, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your skin.

"i guess," you mutter back, trying to process what just happened and how did it make you feel. and how you didn't want to pull back from him.

chris feels your grip on his shirt loosened, but he wasn't going to let you slip away again. you finally gave in, even if it was just to get back at your ex. he didn't care, all he wanted was you with him tonight. he was too desperate for you.

he tilted his head slightly, eyes roaming all over your body like he was undressing you one thought at a time. "come upstairs with me." he says almost nonchalantly, the intensity in his eyes betrayed him though. he wasn't sure if you'll tell him to go to hell again or just finally give in, but he had a good feeling...

for a second you stared at him, caught somewhere between a scoff and a sigh. you should've said no. you're aware this is the worst idea ever and that you'll probably regret it tomorrow morning, or even in a few hours, but...

"is there anything special to see?" you ask with a hint of sarcasm, trying to calm down your breathing.

he smirks, his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he glances sideways amused. it was frustrating how hot that stupid little move was, and you could've folded right there and then.

then he looks back at you, a silent challenge dancing in his eyes. "i mean, i ain't gonna tell you. gotta check for y'self."

you hum, "let's see then."

chris couldn't believe his fucking luck. maybe your ex was a dick, but he was actually grateful for his presence at this party cause otherwise, you wouldn't be following chris to his bedroom right now.

you both made your way upstairs, chris pushed open the door to his room without a word, holding it just long enough for you to step inside. that same maddening smirk tugging at his mouth and you hated how your stomach flipped at the sight.

once the door is shut behind you two, he spins you around and presses you against it, and without a warning, he closes the distance between you, capturing your lips in a rough, impatient kiss. his hand slide up to tangle in your hair as he pours all his pent-up frustration and desire into it. you immediately respond, placing your hand on his jaw as the kiss deepened, his tongue pushing past your lips to claim your mouth.

you feel his other hand on your waist, pulling you flush against him so you're able to feel how hard he is even through your clothes. you whimper against his lips, causing his dick to throb in his pants, the heat building between your legs. his hands slide down from your hair to grip your thighs, lifting you up against the door. you wrap your legs around his hips, your dress rolls up, his hard length pressing right against your center. your fingers were already moving to his hair, your long nails grazing just enough to make him exhale through his nose, biting gently on your bottom lip in response. the cap on his head shifted, slipping sideways like it was about to fall.

"careful," he mumbled against your lips, pulling back slightly, a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth. "you gonna knock it off."

you rolled your eyes playfully, about to reply with something sarcastic, but then he casually snatched the hat off and dropped it backwards onto your head, his eyes lingering on your face. "here," he muttered, voice low.

you adjust the cap on your head, looking at his swollen lips and his hair. he looked fine as fuck.

"now your hair is messy," you say, raising your eyebrows. chris shrugs nonchalantly, starting to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck as he grinds against you slowly. "make it messier then," he breathed the words against your skin, his hands squeezing your ass. you hum, tilting your head to the side to give him more room as he sucks on your neck, leaving a mark.

your fingers slid right back into his hair, your back pressed against the door. "oh—" your breathing gets heavier when he grinds harder against you, feeling how wet you're getting through your panties, satisfaction curling in his chest.

"shittt, you're so fuckin' responsive," he hisses, snapping his hips faster, dry humping you against the door. his hands move up and down your thighs, sending shivers down your spine. "ya feel what you do t'me? you like that, huh?" he stops moving, reaching between your bodies, his hand close to your heat. you bite down on your lip, locking eyes with him. "the past weeks i was fuckin' dreamin' about this."

"yeah?"

"fuck yeah," he scoffs. "you can make me hard with jus' one look in my direction, and don't lemme mention that fuckin' smart mouth of yours..." he walks over to the desk, sitting you down on the edge of it, his fingers moving along your pussy, feeling the wetness even through your underwear. "look at you," he smirks, your legs leaving his waist as he stands between them, spreading them wider. "you were acting so tough and now i got you soaked. how pathetic."

it really was pathetic, your cheeks growing hotter with embarrassment, but there was no point in denying that chris is turning you on.

"shut up," you huff, looking away from him, trying to hold on to the last scraps of dignity you had left— though those probably vanished the moment you stepped into his room.

"watch it," he warned, eyes twinkling with mischief and he tilts your chin back towards him. "eyes on me, pretty girl." he yanks your panties down, tossing them to the side and pulling your dress up around your waist. your breath hitches when he kneels down on the floor, trailing kisses up your thighs.

"chris..." you mutter weakly, clenching around nothing. the sight itself was pretty fucking hot.

"shh," he gently bites on your skin, groaning softly as he gets an unobstructed view of your glistening pussy. with a firm grip on your thighs, he draws you closer until you feel his warm breath against your entrance. "you talked back to me too many times."

he smirks up at you, his blue eyes burning with desire. he leans forward, burying his face between your legs, giving you a teasing lick up along your folds, tasting you. a quiet whimper escapes your lips, your fingers tangling into his hair for some kind of support. his tongue begins exploring eagerly, swirling around your clit and making you moan loudly.

you look down at him, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, eyebrows scrunched together like you're trying to hold back any noises but aren't able to, a few of them slipping past your lips. "oh— ohh shit.... f-fuck, chris—" you moan when his tongue flattens and licks all the way up your pussy slowly, before sucking on your clit. you arch your back, pressing against his face harder and getting a hum in response.

"please, don't— don't stop, oh my god..." your grip on his hair tightened when his tongue slides inside you, fucking you with it, his nose pressing against your swollen bud, giving it extra pressure. chris loves your reactions, he can't believe he finally has you like this, but he's not going to waste any second. his dick is uncomfortably straining against his pants.

he pulls back, putting two fingers inside you, curling them upwards to hit the spot that makes your vision go blurry. "oh, you beggin' now? don't want me to stop? where'd that attitude of yours go, huh?" he teases, speeding up his movements, the wet squelching fills the room, a warm flush spread across your cheeks from embarrassment. you bite down on your lip, tightening around his fingers and your legs start to shake. "gonna cum?" he asks mockingly and you nod weakly, feeling the pressure in your lower belly growing. "yeah, not yet."

you whine frustrated when chris pulls his fingers out of you, your orgasm just out of reach. "you're joking—"

"m'not," he cuts you off, licking his lips and fingers clean and slowly standing up, the smirk on his face still present. his chin is glistening with your juices. "you made me have to rub one out to thoughts of you a bunch of times, and you think i'm jus' gonna let you cum now?"

you look at him in disbelief, your chest raising and falling rapidly, your pussy pulsing desperately as you watch chris's hands working on his belt. "gonna show me what else you can do with that mouth, smartass?"

you nod without hesitation, slowly sliding off the desk and taking off your stupid heels. then without breaking eye contact, you sank to your knees, the floor cold against your skin. "who would've thought you gonna be such a good girl f'me?" he raises his eyebrow.

chris swallows, your hands unzipping his pants and pulling them down just along with his boxers. his dick splits out, smacking his stomach. you look at him in awe, licking your lips unconsciously, a bead of precum already at the tip. "holy shit, chris." the words leave your mouth before you can stop them, making his smirk widen. "take that off," he mutters, pulling the cap off your head and tossing it aside. his fingers swept through your hair, collecting it into a messy ponytail.

you start stroking him slowly, eyes locked on his again. then you give him a kitty lick, his dick twitching in your grip at the sudden contact of your mouth. "fuck," he groans, his head tilting back and eyes fluttering shut when he feels you slowly taking him further into your mouth. but just as fast as his eyes had shut, they snapped open again, focusing right back on you. there was no way in hell he was gonna miss the sight of you on your knees with his cock in your mouth like that.

you hum around him, sending vibrations through his entire body, his tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag and pull back slightly. your tongue swirls around the head of his dick while your hand pumps the rest of him. he bites his lip, a low hiss between his clenched teeth leaves him. his hips buck slightly into your mouth, urging you to take more of him. you breath through your nose, hollowing your cheeks around him when he starts thrusting into your mouth slowly, saliva dripping down your chin as you whine around him. "yeaaaah, just like that...— holyy shiit— you're doing so well f'me, ma..." he lets out a low moan, the grip on your hair tightens. "touch y'self while my dick is in your mouth, c'mon. gonna do that f'me?" you whimper in response, your hand moving between your legs and finding your clit, starting to rub it in circles while sucking him off.

he curses under his breath, eyes fixated on you. "mhmmm, good girl," he praises, watching as you struggle, but still manage to take all of him into your mouth which was the hottest thing he's ever seen. "fuck, you look so pretty choking on my cock— shitttt—"

you moan, a few tears running down your cheeks, but he's quick to wipe them away with his thumb. you slide two fingers inside your cunt, starting to fuck yourself with them, the noises mixing with chris's low grunts. his dick twitches in your mouth and he tries to hold back, but the sight of you almost makes him lose it.

"fuck," he groans, suddenly pulling out of you, a string of saliva connecting your lips with his tip. you gasp softly for air, breathing heavily and looking at him in confusion. "almost made me nut, holy shit.... get up. don't look at me like that and stand up." he commands, kicking his pants and boxers aside and taking off his tank top with his free hand, while pulling on your hair with the other and forcing you to get back to your feet. you pull your fingers out of your hole, wiping your lips. "what—"

before you can question him, he already interrupts you. "strip and get on my bed. now."

there's not a single thought in your head, all you crave is to finally feel him inside of you.

your dress hits the floor a few seconds later, followed by your bra, and you climb onto the bed, kneeling on the mattress. "m'not cummin' anywhere else than your pussy tonight, ya hear me?"

you nod as he walks towards the bed, hungrily looking over your body. he leans forward, pulling you into another kiss before flipping you around so that you're laying on your stomach. he gets on the mattress, lifting your hips up and positioning himself behind you. his cock presses against your lower back as he runs his hand down your spine.

you whine desperately, propping yourself up on your elbows. "chris, please..."

"needy little slut," he mutters, enjoying how bad you want him, especially that you've made him wait for this moment, so he was doing the same to you now, even though he's had enough and wanted to finally feel you around him.

"shut... up..." you said under your breath, once again trying to act like you're not completely at his mercy right now. "what's wrong?" he smirks, admiring your body from this angle for a moment before gripping his cock and lining it up with your entrance. "can't handle how fuckin' wet you gettin' when i call you my little slut? scared you like it too much?" his tone mocking, yet making your pussy clench around nothing. he lets out a low chuckle after seeing that, "yeaah, you're loving that shit." he presses forward without a warning, slowly sliding inch by inch, hungrily watching as he disappears inside you.

you moan loudly, clutching at the covers, knuckles pale, your folds stretching around him. "take it, c'mon— i know you can...— fuckkkk..." he groans, your walls clamping down around him as he fills you up completely, letting you adjust to his size before starting to move his hips, thrusting into you in a slow, but deep pace.

"my god— mhhmp... c-chris, i don't know if... i can..."

"you got this, pretty." his ego grew instantly, seeing how you struggle with taking every inch of him. he reaches out and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling gently but firmly to arch your back more, his other hand moves to your hip to keep you steady as he pounds into you. "mhmm, just like that— holy shit..." he groaned at the way your cunt feels around him just perfectly, the moans leaving your mouth were like honey to his ears. he watches how his dick slide in and out of your soaked pussy, the sound of your bodies slapping together fills the room, mixed with your whimpers and his grunts. "you're so fuckin' tight, jesuss—"

"feels... amazing..." you gasp softly for air with each hard thrust. "such a good girl— fuckk, do that again— squeeze me with that tight little pussy... thereee you go..." he mutters when you clench around him. "gonna come so fast? how do you take my cock so well when you talked so much shit before, huh?"

the pleasure starts to become overwhelming, the grip on his sheets is harder as your eyes roll back, your mouth slack. "c-chris, i— ohhhh—" you stumble over your words, his tip dragging against your g-spot with each movement.

"tried so hard to be tough and now you're goin' dumb on my dick, isn't that funny?" his voice rough with lust, his hips slapping against your ass harder and faster, making you see stars.

"please, please, please—" you keep begging and moaning his name over and over like some kind of prayer. the moment so intense that you reached blindly for the nightstand, needing something to hold onto, only to knock over a can of open soda, sending it to the floor with a small thud.

chris groans, watching as you lose control and it makes his balls tighten. "godd— thaaat's it, baby... keep makin' those sexy noises, fuck—" he leans forward slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, going even deeper. "feel that? you gonna cum f'me like the good girl you are?"

"chris— mmmmhp— fuck!" you cry out, gasping for air, his words getting you to your breaking point, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you trembling and moaning loudly, your pussy gripping his dick like a vice.

he groans, feeling you clenching around him again, his release building quickly. "fuccckkk— come allll over my cock, mhmm...— m'gonna fill you up, yeah?" he grunts, hearing a whine and a weak hum in response as you ride out your high. he thrusts into you one last time, his hips jerking as he floods your cunt with his seed, painting your inside walls white. his hand lets go off your hair, letting your head fall forward on the pillow.

the room is filled with your heavy breathing, his dick still pulsing and unloading the last few drops of his cum into you. "holy shit," he pulls out after a moment, dropping down on the mattress beside you, his voice still hoarse.

"holy shit indeed," you mutter weakly, opening your eyes just to be met with his intense stare. the familiar smirk slowly creeping back onto his face.

you couldn't feel your legs.

"you spilled my last pepsi," he mumbles amused, leaning over you to grab the can out of the puddle like it was no big deal, and taking a sip to see if there was anything left to drink. he looks over at your fucked out expression, savoring this moment, feeling completely satisfied. "it was so good you had to knock it off?"

you roll your eyes at his bragging, slowly rolling over on your back, chris still hovering over you. "don't get too cocky."

"why not?" he raises his eyebrow, putting the empty can back on the nightstand. "i just had you creamin' around my dick after you swore you don't find me attractive. why would i not be cocky 'bout it?"

you sigh deeply, rubbing your temples, still not feeling the strength to even sit up. chris was actually good and you know he's got you hooked. you didn't mean to be one of his girls, but...

"don't make me regret it already," you say, only making his grin widen.

"nahh, you ain't gonna regret anythin'." he replies confidently, studying your face. "we both know you'll be back for more."

you scoff, "don't be so sure about that."

though deep down you knew he's right. there's no way you won't come back.

chris grinned unbothered, laying back with his arm tucked under his head. "your attitude being right back even with my cum still leakin' outta your pretty pussy is crazy work."

you grimaced, a small blush creeping up your cheeks. he obviously notices.

"y'know, next time i can bend you over in the bathroom downstairs." he says, referring to your first interaction. "just have a feeling you wouldn't be so mad if you weren't the one waiting outside this time."

"you're so gross..."

"am i?" he raises his eyebrow, shifting on his side and propping himself up on his elbow, his hand landing on your thigh, too close to your sensitive cunt. "or is it just you tryna gaslight y'self that you're not into that?"

you hate how he's calling you out just as much as you hate how easily you gave yourself to him for the rest of the night, letting him do whatever he wanted. you both finished too late to even return to the party, the music had stopped playing long before you were still moaning his name, and all you knew was that waking up tomorrow is gonna be fucking interesting.

a/n: i love everyone who read this whole thing 😪 credits to whoever started or wrote abt fratboy!chris x sassy!reader

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