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── ⋮ ⌗ CAKES & CONFESSIONS . . . ⟢ ARTIST.ᐟCHRIS ᵎᵎ

CONTENTS: fluff + explicit smut, p in v sex, creampie, power play, spanking, oral (m & f receiving), explicit language, rough sex + so much more . . . WC: 12.5k :p!!

chris woke up to an empty bed and muffled giggles slipping under the crack of his door. he stayed still for a moment, letting the sound reach him while his head caught up with the morning. his eyes were dry, his face tight from the salt of tears he hadn’t fully washed away last night. it came back in pieces as he sat up, evelyn’s hand in his hair, her voice breaking, the weight of everything he’d finally let out after holding it so long. his chest still ached, sore in a way that felt deeper than muscle.

he dragged a hand over his face and pushed himself upright. every part of him felt heavy from yesterday. the room was cool when his feet hit the carpet. another burst of laughter broke through the door, one high and sharp, the other soft and trying to hush it. lila and star. he’d know their laughs anywhere. a small, tired smile tugged at his mouth before he could stop it, the sound cracking through the fog in his head just enough to pull him to his feet.

he stood, rubbing the back of his neck as he crossed to the door. the faint smell of syrup drifted through the wood. he paused with his hand on the knob, listening. lila’s excited whisper, star’s voice right after.

he turned the knob slowly, still half expecting the same dim hallway he’d stumbled through last night on his way to bed. instead, he stopped dead in the doorway. the walls were covered in streamers, most of them sagging where the tape had already started to give. a crooked banner stretched from one side of the hall to the other, barely hanging on, the words “happy birthday chris!” written in big, uneven letters that looked like they’d been redone more than once.

he blinked, dragging a hand through his hair that only made it stick up worse, brain still fighting through the fog of sleep. this was not here last night.

another burst of whispering came from the other room, followed by the sound of something scraping across the counter and then a sharp, muffled giggle.

“lila, shh,” star hissed, which only made lila giggle harder.

chris stood there in the doorway, shirtless, socked feet against the worn linoleum, sweatpants slung low on his hips, still trying to figure out when the hell they’d pulled this off. he glanced down the hall again, at the crooked tape job and the way one streamer had already fallen halfway off the wall.

chris reached up without thinking, pressing the loose streamer back against the wall with his thumb until the tape caught again. it hung even more crooked after he fixed it, but he didn’t bother trying to straighten it. the small smile that tugged at his mouth stayed as he stepped further into the hall, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck as he followed the trail of decorations.

the smell of syrup was stronger out here, mixed with the faint hint of coffee that meant star had been up longer than he realized. he rounded the corner and stopped all over again, breath catching for just a second.

the living room looked nothing like it had when he’d left it last night. the small coffee table that was usually buried under lila’s toys, his sketchbooks, and whatever random drinks star had left behind was completely cleared. in its place sat a small pile of gifts, wrapped so unevenly the paper was bunched in some spots and barely covering the corners in others. a single party hat rested on top of the stack, tilting slightly to one side.

his eyes moved past it and caught on the ceiling. more decorations, but different this time. hand-cut stars dangled down from pieces of yarn, some low enough that he could brush them with his fingertips if he reached. they swayed slightly with the draft from the hallway, edges jagged from dull scissors but careful in a way that made his chest ache.

from the kitchen, another set of shushes and a quick shuffle of feet broke the quiet. chris stood there barefoot in the doorway, hair sticking up, still half-asleep, staring at the mess they’d made just to make him smile.

he let out a slow breath, dragging a hand over his face again as he stepped off the carpet and onto the cool linoleum. something smelt faintly burnt and it made him huff a quiet laugh under his breath. he rounded the corner into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes when it happened.

two small figures shot up from behind the counter, a jumble of limbs and voices.

“surprise!”

lila’s yell came first, high and bright, almost cracking from how hard she was trying. star’s followed right after, softer but just as full.

chris froze mid-step, blinking against the sudden noise as lila bolted around the counter, socks sliding on the floor as she ran straight into him. she wrapped her arms around his middle as far as they would go, face pressed into his bare stomach.

“happy birthday!” she said, words muffled against his skin.

star stayed where she was for a second, leaning on the counter with a small, tired grin that matched the one threatening to pull at his mouth. her hair was a little messy, sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder, eyes warm even in the dim kitchen light.

chris looked down at the top of lila’s head, then back up at star, still trying to catch up to the fact that all of this was for him.

lila leaned back, her little hands still gripping his sides for a second before she let go completely. she stepped back with a grin too big for her face, clapping her hands together in quick, excited bursts.

“go!” she said, giving him a little shove toward the counter. “go see star!”

chris stumbled half a step forward, a little dazed as she kept pushing at his hip with both hands like she couldn’t get him there fast enough.

star straightened slightly, eyes flicking over him in a way that made something twist low in his chest. her grin softened when he stopped in front of her, lila bouncing on her toes just behind him, still clapping like she’d been waiting all morning for this exact moment.

“happy birthday,” star said quietly, the words simple but landing heavier than they had any right to.

chris didn’t answer, didn’t even try. he just reached out and pulled her into his chest, arms wrapping around her without hesitation. the hug said more than anything he could have managed that early, with his throat still tight and his head still full from yesterday. he squeezed her softly once. then again. then a third time, slower, something deeper tucked into the gesture that he couldn’t name but hoped she felt.

star let out a quiet breath against his skin, her hands resting at his sides like she didn’t know what else to do with them. chris bent his head down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her hair, letting his lips linger there for just a second before he pulled back.

he turned to lila then, making star shuffle awkwardly out of the way as he crouched slightly and scooped her up into his arms. she squealed, clinging to his shoulders immediately as he looked between the two of them.

“how the hell did you guys pull this off?” his voice was still low, still rough with sleep, but there was a real smile behind it now.

both star and lila glanced at each other for a beat before, at the exact same time, they shrugged.

“magicians don’t tell their secrets,” lila said matter-of-factly, her little chin lifting in mock seriousness.

star bit back a grin, nodding in agreement. “yeah, sorry. sworn to secrecy.”

chris looked between them again, shaking his head, arms tightening around lila’s small frame as the corner of his mouth tugged higher.

“thank you,” chris said finally, voice soft but steady as he looked between the two of them again. “seriously. both of you.”

lila pulled back a little in his arms, blinking up at him. “chris…”

he raised a brow, tilting his head. “what?”

she leaned in closer, cupping her little hand around his ear like she was about to tell him a state secret. her voice dropped to a whisper that wasn’t much of a whisper at all.

“uhm… i know it’s your birthday and i should be really nice to you today but…” she paused for dramatic effect, eyes darting toward star before finishing, “your breath kinda stinks.”

chris froze, blinking at her, and behind him a loud scoff slipped out of star before she slapped her hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking as she tried to cover the smile breaking through.

the room went quiet.

and then chris barked out a laugh, loud and from his stomach, the kind that startled even him for a second. lila immediately broke into giggles, covering her mouth with both hands as he set her back down on the floor. star’s laugh followed close behind, muffled behind her palm until she finally let it out completely, the sound mixing with theirs.

chris crouched back down so he was eye level with lila, his grin still pulling at his mouth as her giggles kept spilling out. “you know, most people say happy birthday first before they start roasting me,” he said, reaching out to poke her side gently.

lila squirmed, swatting at his hand with another burst of laughter. “i did say happy birthday! i just…also said your breath stinks.”

“oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?” he asked, tilting his head, trying to keep a straight face and failing.

she nodded, eyes wide but mischievous. “yup. you’re old now. you can take it.”

chris let out another laugh, shaking his head as he scooped her up off the floor without warning. she squealed, legs kicking as he tossed her up just enough to make her cling to his shoulders. “seven years old and already talking like you pay bills,” he said, hugging her tight against his chest. “you’re lucky it’s my birthday, bug, or you’d be in so much trouble.”

“nooo, i’m your favorite!” she shouted, laughing so hard her words came out uneven.

“debatable,” he teased, bouncing her once before setting her back down gently. she landed with a soft thump on her socks, immediately sticking her tongue out at him.

“you love me,” she said confidently, hands on her hips now.

“unfortunately,” he shot back, reaching out to mess up her hair until she squealed again, batting his hand away.

star leaned against the counter watching them, that same small smile tugging at her lips as lila darted behind her legs for cover. chris straightened up, shaking his head with a soft laugh, his chest loosening in a way it hadn’t in a long time.

chris lifted his hands in surrender, still laughing as he backed toward the hallway. “alright, alright. i hear you loud and clear. stink king is retiring to his castle before he kills the whole village every time he opens his mouth.”

lila let out another round of giggles, peeking out from behind star’s legs. “bye stink king!”

“yeah, yeah,” he said, pointing at her with mock seriousness as he stepped out of the kitchen. “don’t overthrow my kingdom while i’m gone.”

he padded down the hall, with a grin that refused to leave his face. he pushed the bathroom door open, flicked the light on, and shut it behind him with a soft click.

the grin only got bigger the second he looked up.

scribbled across the mirror in thick, uneven strokes of what looked like marker were two sets of handwriting. lila’s big, blocky letters in bright purple, and star’s smaller, neater ones weaving between them in black.

sorry your breath doesn’t stink! we lied. we just needed you to be gone for a minute to get ready. happy birthday!

there were a few extra hearts and a smiley face drawn in the corner, one lopsided enough that it could only be lila’s.

chris huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he grabbed his toothbrush anyway. “liars,” he muttered under his breath, still grinning as he turned on the faucet.

even as the bristles hit his teeth, a part of him couldn’t help but wonder if maybe there was some truth to lila’s words after all.

he spat into the sink, rinsed his mouth, and ran the faucet over his hands. the cold water shocked him awake a little more as he cupped it and dragged it through his hair, pushing it back until the worst of the bedhead was gone. he leaned closer to the mirror, smoothing it down with his fingers until it looked halfway decent, then wiped a stray drop off his jaw with the back of his hand.

when he was satisfied, he clicked the light off and stepped back into the hallway, the faint sound of whispers and shuffling guiding him toward the living room.

he didn’t know what he was expecting when he rounded the corner, but it wasn’t this.

the couches and the coffee table had been pushed to the side, leaving a pile of blankets spread across the floor in their place. bowls of fruit sat in the center, next to a large stack of blueberry pancakes that still let off faint curls of steam. bacon and eggs were piled high on mismatched plates, and a pitcher of what looked like apple juice sat beside them, condensation already slipping down the glass.

lila was right in the middle of it all, her stuffed bunny in her lap wearing a tiny party hat that matched the one perched slightly crooked on her own head. a couple more of her animals were propped up on the blankets like they were guests.

star sat next to her, legs crossed, her own party hat tilted forward. another one rested in her lap, the same design as the rest, held carefully in both hands as they both turned to look at him.

lila’s grin spread, cheeks already pink from excitement.

chris stepped further into the room, his eyes moving over the blankets, the food, the party hats, all of it. “what…what is this?”

lila bounced a little where she sat, her bunny jostling in her lap. “birthday breakfast!” she said proudly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

star shrugged lightly, the corners of her mouth tugging higher as she adjusted the hat in her lap. “we were gonna do it outside,” she said, glancing at lila with a small grin, “but someone made a really good point about the bugs.”

“i like when you call me bug but i don’t like bugs in my food,” lila added quickly, wrinkling her nose.

chris let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he took in the scene again, the warmth of it settling heavy in his chest like everything else seemed to be doing this morning.

chris lowered himself onto the blankets beside them, the smell of pancakes and bacon wrapping around him. star reached over before he could even settle, plucking the extra party hat from her lap and carefully setting it on his head.

“there,” she said, adjusting the strap under his chin with a teasing little grin. “now it’s official.”

lila scooted closer on her knees, eyes wide with excitement. “can i give it to you? it’s your birthday, so i should make your plate.”

chris chuckled, leaning back on one hand. “yeah, bug. go for it.”

she immediately reached for the pitcher of apple juice, but star’s hand shot out gently to stop her. “okay, you can do the food. i’ll do the juice. we’re not starting your brother’s birthday with a sticky floor.”

lila pouted for half a second before nodding, moving on to the stack of pancakes with serious concentration. chris stayed quiet, watching the two of them move around each other so naturally. star steadying the pitcher, lila carefully sliding pancakes onto a plate, her little tongue poking out in focus.

his chest ached, full of a million different things he couldn’t name all at once. he couldn’t remember the last time he woke up on his birthday and it had been about him from the second he opened his eyes. growing up, they were mostly spent listening to evelyn and james argue in the kitchen, voices muffled but sharp and full of venom. after james left and evelyn got sick, they blurred into hospital rooms and doctor appointments. he never minded, not really. he would’ve always chosen his mom’s health over another year on this earth being marked with cake and candles.

but sitting here, with a crooked party hat on his head and the two people he loved most in front of him, it felt nice. for just a moment, the day was his.

and he knew exactly who to thank for that. his eyes landed on star again, and he made a quiet promise to himself that she was going to know just how thankful he really was.

the rest of the morning settled into something soft and easy. lila piled his plate high with pancakes and bacon, proudly handing it over like she’d cooked every piece herself. between bites, she told him all about how the first few pancakes got burnt and how star almost set off the smoke alarm.

“it was one pancake,” star cut in, giving her a look over the rim of her cup.

“two,” lila corrected quickly, giggling when star sighed and muttered under her breath about the pan being too hot.

they talked about nothing and everything, lila’s newest obsession with a cartoon chris had never heard of, star telling a story about comet knocking over an entire glass of water at her place a few nights before, chris joking about how the stuffed animals were staring at him too hard while he ate. the sunlight crept in slow through the blinds, warming the edges of the blanket nest they’d made on the floor, and for the first time in a long time, chris felt like the day didn’t have to rush anywhere.

he was halfway through his second pancake when lila leaned forward on her knees, eyes wide and bouncing with excitement. “okay hurry up! you gotta eat fast so you can open your presents!”

chris laughed around the bite in his mouth, hand covering it as he looked at her. “ rushing me on my own birthday?”

“yes,” she said without hesitation, shoving the stuffed bunny into her lap like backup. “they’re gonna like explode if you don’t open them soon.”

star shook her head, smiling down at her plate. “you might wanna listen to her. sounds serious.”

chris set his fork down slowly, eyeing both of them with mock suspicion. “alright…”

he made quick work of the rest of his plate, licking a bit of syrup off his thumb as he leaned back against his hands. before he could even stand to help, lila jumped up, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him gently back down onto the blankets.

“nope! you stay right there,” she said firmly, already scooping up empty plates.

star stood with her, gathering cups and the pitcher, shaking her head when chris tried to reach for one. “don’t even think about it. birthday rule number one: you sit there and do nothing.”

he huffed out a laugh but stayed put, watching them move around the room together. star balancing the plates in one hand while steadying lila with the other as she carried the syrup bottle like it was made of glass. the quiet clinks of dishes and their soft voices drifted from the kitchen until they came back, lila’s small hands wrapped around the first wrapped box.

star crouched beside her, helping stack the rest of the gifts in front of him on the floor. “it’s not much,” she said, glancing up at him with a small shrug. “but we tried.”

chris shook his head immediately, eyes locking on hers. “star, you could’ve done nothing but laid in bed with me all day and that would’ve been more than enough.”

her mouth opened, then closed just as quick, a shy smile creeping into her cheeks before she tried to play it off with a scoff. “well, damn,” she said, “wish you would’ve said that before i went all out.”

chris laughed, as he reached out to pull the first box into his lap.

the wrapping paper was bunched and wrinkled in spots, the tape layered over itself in a few places where someone had clearly been determined to get it just right.

“i did that one all by myself,” lila said proudly, sitting up straighter as he tore into the paper.

“very professional bug.”

he opened the box and blinked when the silver locket caught the light. his fingers were careful when he clicked it open, a small picture of him and lila tucked inside. her missing-tooth grin was pressed against his cheek, frozen in time. chris swallowed once, glancing up briefly before setting the box carefully on the blanket beside him.

lila was already pushing the next one into his lap. “this one too!”

he ripped at the paper slower this time, the mess of tape giving way to a CD in a thin plastic case. the label was scrawled across the front in purple marker, for chris written in star’s neat handwriting.

“it’s a playlist,” star said from beside him, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “burned it onto a CD so you can play it in your car. it has all your favorites, deftones, radiohead, and taylor swifts entire discography.”

“taylor? yeah fucking right.”

chris let out a short huff through his nose, the corner of his mouth tugging before he moved to the next one.

the third was light, a small square that peeled back to reveal a framed Polaroid. it was the three of them piled on the couch, lila crammed in the middle, all of them caught mid-laugh.

“that’s like my most favorite picture,” lila said quickly, leaning over his knee to point at it. “bunny was there too but he’s cut off.”

he agreed and smiled faintly, thumb brushing over the edge of the frame before setting it aside.

the fourth box was wrapped cleaner, which told him star had stepped in this time. inside was a proper set of sketch supplies — new pencils, charcoal, and a thick pad of paper. his chest pulled tight as he ran his hand over the smooth cover, thumb brushing the edge of the pad. he stayed quiet for a second before glancing up at star, brow pulling slightly.

“where’d you even get the money for this?”

she hesitated for half a beat before giving a small, sheepish shrug. “i told you…i have those savings.”

chris blinked, sitting back a little. “you dipped into it for me?”

“well…yeah,” she said simply, meeting his eyes like it was obvious. “this is important. you’re important chris.”

it went quiet for a second. not awkward — just heavy in a way that said more than either of them could have pushed into words. chris held her gaze, something in his chest tightening all over again, and for a moment the rest of the room felt like it blurred out.

then lila clapped her hands together, breaking the quiet with a burst of excitement. “okay, last one!! be so careful opening it, i worked HARD.”

chris let out a soft laugh through his nose, giving her a small nod as he reached for the envelope she’d been holding onto.

he tore it open and unfolded the paper, eyes scanning the first line, a smile tugging at his mouth over her handwriting and the small doodles littered around the page. by the time he hit the middle, his chest felt too full. by the end, he had to blink hard just to see the words.

lila crawled into his lap without asking, her small arms wrapping around his neck. he held her there, the letter still clutched in his hand, and reached out with one arm to pull star closer until they were all pressed together on the blanket.

chris buried his face into the side of lila’s head for a moment, breathing her in, her little fingers fisting into the back of his neck like she was holding him together. the paper crinkled slightly in his other hand, his thumb brushing over the last line again even without looking.

“you’re my best present,” he said quietly against her hair, voice low and rough from the weight sitting in his chest.

lila leaned back just enough to look at him, her grin big and wobbly all at once. “better than pancakes?”

“way better than pancakes,” he said, managing a small smile before pressing his forehead to hers.

lila let out a giggle, the sound soft and shaky as her nose scrunched against his. “how about….even better than bacon?” she asked, like she couldn’t quite believe anything could outrank it.

“even better than bacon,” chris said, his voice steady this time, no hesitation behind it.

she seemed satisfied with that answer, her little arms tightening around his neck for one more squeeze before she finally slid off his lap and plopped back onto the blankets beside him.

he let out a slow breath, folding the letter carefully before setting it on top of the other gifts like it was made of glass. when he finally glanced over at star, her eyes were already on him, softer than he could handle.

“she worked really hard on that,” star said quietly, her voice careful, like she didn’t want to break the moment lingering between them.

chris held her gaze for a long second, his hand moved before his mouth did, reaching over to hook his fingers around hers and squeeze once.

“yeah,” he said, voice low, “i can tell, thank you for helping her.”

star’s lips twitched like she was fighting a smile, her fingers curling back into his without thinking. for a second it was quiet again, chris didn’t let go of her hand. his thumb brushed over her knuckles once before he leaned in, closing the small space between them. the first press of his mouth to hers was slow, careful, like he didn’t want to risk losing the moment. she tasted faintly of syrup and strawberries, they barely had a second to sink into it before a loud, exaggerated gag sounded right next to them.

“ewwwww!”

lila flopped onto her back in the middle of the blankets, covering her face with both hands and kicking her socks in the air.

star pulled back instantly, laughter breaking out of her as she turned to look at lila. chris let out a quiet groan, dragging a hand over his face even as the corner of his mouth tugged up.

“really, bug?” he asked, his voice rough but amused.

“you’ve seen us kiss like a thousand times,” chris said, shaking his head as he glanced down at lila still sprawled on the blankets.

she peeked at him through her fingers, lowering them just enough to grin. “yeah, i know, but…” she sat up quickly, her excitement bubbling over. “star hasn’t told you the best part about today yet!”

chris raised a brow, leaning back on his hands. “oh yeah? and what’s that?”

before lila could answer, star reached over to smooth down her hair, her own smile tugging slow and steady. “i promised we’d pick up mexican for lunch,” she said, catching his eyes. “and then head over to the hospital. you’ve got a date with your momma birthday boy”

something in his chest ached at that. he wanted to see her. god, he always wanted to see her. but the thought of walking into that room after yesterday? of seeing her strapped to those monitors again with the weight of what they’d said still hanging in the air, made something in him hesitate. it wasn’t that he didn’t want to go. it was that for once, just once, he wanted to hold onto this feeling a little longer.

the blankets on the floor, lila’s laugh still echoing in his head, star sitting close enough that her shoulder brushed his. it was the first time in years his birthday had felt like it belonged to him. no hospital walls, no arguments muffled through doors, no weight heavier than the morning itself. just…this.

and a small part of him felt guilty for even thinking it. like wanting to stay here, in this moment, was selfish when his mom was still waiting for him. when every second counted now. but sitting here with lila tugging on his sleeve and star watching him with those soft, steady eyes, he couldn’t help it. for once in his life, he wanted to breathe in something good and not let it slip away so fast.

he let out a slow breath, forcing a small smile as he glanced between the two of them. “that sounds good,” he said quietly, voice steady enough to pass for normal.

lila leaned her head against his arm, bunny squished between them, and star reached over to adjust one of the crooked party hats still hanging on the pile of blankets. the clock on the wall ticked softly in the background, reminding him they still had time before they needed to get ready. an hour, maybe two, where the world didn’t have to rush in just yet.

“you guys down to watch the sandlot?” he asked after a moment, his voice lighter this time.

lila pulled back instantly, her brows pulling together. “what’s the sandlot?”

chris’ mouth fell open a little as he turned to stare at her. “i never showed you the sandlot?”

she shook her head slowly, already grinning because of how dramatic his reaction was. “is it a show? is it boring?”

“boring?” he repeated, clutching his chest in mock offense as star bit back a laugh beside him. “bug, you’re about to get an education.”

chris dug through the small stack of DVDs they had shoved into the entertainment center, blowing dust off the case before popping it into the player. lila sprawled out on the blankets between him and star, bunny tucked under her arm as the movie started. for the first twenty minutes she was hooked, laughing loud every time the boys on screen did something ridiculous and whispering questions at chris about why they were scared of a dog. he answered every single one, his voice soft, occasionally leaning back against the couch with a small smile when she giggled at parts he loved as a kid.

about halfway through, though, her attention started to waver. she shifted in her spot, leaned back against star, then finally sat up with a sigh. “are they gonna play baseball the whole time?” she asked, tone almost scandalized. chris paused the movie and raised a brow at her, already knowing what was coming.

twenty minutes later, the DVD menu was forgotten as they set up chutes and ladders on the blanket pile. lila was deadly serious about it, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth every time she spun the dial. chris was just as serious, except every time she turned away, his piece magically jumped a square or two. by the time he hit the last ladder, lila was squinting at the board suspiciously. “you cheated,” she accused, pointing at him. chris held up both hands. “don’t hate the player, lila. hate the game.”

when the game was over and lila had begrudgingly accepted her defeat, they all moved around the tiny trailer together, getting ready to head to the hospital. star helped lila with her hair in the bathroom while chris changed his shirt, listening to the sound of their voices bouncing back and forth down the hall. by the time they picked up the food and pulled into the hospital parking lot, the morning felt far away and heavy in the best way.

but the second he walked into evelyn’s room, guilt sank into his stomach like a stone. she looked good. better than yesterday at least, color in her cheeks and her hair brushed back the way she liked it. her whole face lit up when she saw him. she didn’t just look happy to see him, she looked excited to celebrate him.

they ate together, lila telling every single detail about their morning while evelyn listened like it was the most important story she’d ever heard. at some point, she handed chris a gift bag with shaky hands, smiling sheepishly when he pulled out a knitted blanket. “was supposed to be a hat,” she admitted. “somewhere in the middle i…well, you can see where it went wrong.” chris laughed, holding it tight to his chest anyway, the uneven edges blurring in his eyes for a second before he kissed the top of her head.

the day slipped away faster than he wanted it to. one second the room was full of laughter and the smell of takeout, and the next the sun was dipping low outside the window. they said their goodbyes with promises to visit next week, lila hugging evelyn so tight her little arms trembled.

on the drive home, chris slid the CD into the player. the first chords hit and he laughed under his breath, glancing at star in the passenger seat. “you lied. there’s no taylor on this.” she smirked without looking at him. it was a perfect mix of his favorite bands and a few he instantly recognized as hers. even lila knew most of the words, her little voice singing from the backseat, earning her the title of “coolest seven-year-old ever” from star.

by the time they got home, it was lila who asked to finish the sandlot. chris suspected it was less about the movie and more about crawling into star’s side under a blanket, bunny tucked in between them. halfway through, her head started to nod, and by the credits she was out cold, her soft breaths mixing with the low hum of the TV. chris stood, sliding his arms under her and lifting her easily, pressing a kiss to her hair as he carried her to bed.

when he came back into the living room, the screen had gone dark and the blanket pile was empty. star was gone.

all the lights in the trailer were off, the soft hum of the TV the only thing breaking the quiet. his voice low when he called out, “star?”

for a second, nothing. then, faint but clear, “in here.”

he followed her voice into the kitchen, his socked feet silent against the floor. when he rounded the corner, he stopped dead in the doorway. star stood in the middle of the kitchen, her face glowing warm from the candles scattered across the small cake in her hands. the flickering light caught in her eyes as they met his.

“i feel bad lila fell asleep,” she said quietly, her voice carrying in the stillness. “but we woke up extra early to make this today.”

chris finally moved, slow steps bringing him closer until he was standing right in front of her. his eyes flicked down to the cake, then back to her, then back again before settling on her face. “the moon?” he asked, his voice rougher than he meant.

star’s smile tilted, small and knowing as she nodded. “well yeah. remember that night on the porch? when you told me i was every star in your sky, and i said you were the moon for me? you asked why and i told you, ‘cause even when it’s dark, you’re still there. you always find a way to be there.”

chris swallowed hard, his chest pulling tight as the memory hit him full force. his eyes didn’t leave hers when he spoke. “yeah. ’course i fuckin’ remember. i remember everything with you, star.”

chris’ eyes lingered on the cake for a moment longer, the dark frosting dusted with gold, little stars scattered across the top with a single crescent moon sitting off to the side. his lips twitched, a quiet laugh slipping out. “why is there four stars though?”

star snorted, shifting the cake slightly so the candles flickered with the movement. she pointed at each one carefully. “lila, me, evelyn, and comet.”

his brow shot up. “comet?”

she nodded, completely serious. “it was supposed to help lila’s case. you know, get you to finally agree to me bringing him over. she said if he had his own star on your cake, you couldn’t say no. something about him being family now or whatever.”

chris stared at her flatly, though the corner of his mouth tugged higher. “no.”

“you’re such a hater,” star said immediately, laughing under her breath as she shook her head. “comet is lovely.”

“i disagree,” chris shot back, deadpan, and she rolled her eyes playfully, the smile tugging at her lips making it impossible to hide.

“just blow them out before the wax ruins it,” she said, tilting the cake a little closer to him. “we didn’t wake up at five in the morning for nothing.”

“yes ma’am,” chris murmured, leaning in slightly, ready to blow the candles out when star’s voice stopped him.

“wait. you have to make a wish—a good one.”

he looked at her for a second,a small smile tugged at his mouth, something quiet sitting behind it. “a good one, huh?”

“yeah,” she said gently, holding the cake steady. “no half-ass wishes.”

he huffed out a soft laugh, then closed his eyes. for a moment, the kitchen went completely still. his chest rose and fell once as he let the thought sit there, simple and steady, before he leaned forward and blew the candles out in one soft breath.

when he opened his eyes again, the smoke curled between them. he reached out, fingers brushing against hers as he carefully took the cake from her hands.

“what did you wish for?” she asked, her voice quieter now.

he glanced at her, the faintest hint of a smile still tugging at his lips. “nothing i don’t already have.”

chris set the cake down on the counter carefully, reaching for a knife and two mismatched plates from the cupboard. the kitchen was still warm from the candles, the smell of sugar and frosting mixing with the faint hint of syrup that still lingered from breakfast. he cut into the cake slowly, sliding the first piece onto a plate before speaking.

“seriously, thank you,” he said, his voice low but certain as he set the plate in front of her. “for all of this.”

star shook her head immediately, almost brushing it off. “chris, it’s not a big deal. it’s your birthday. you deserve it.”

he let out a quiet laugh through his nose, shaking his head as he cut the next slice. “nah, i’m serious, baby.” he glanced up at her then, his expression soft but steady. “you’ve done so much more than you know for me. i’m forever grateful to have met your weird ass.”

that made her roll her eyes and shove his shoulder slightly.

“my life’s… i don’t know, this sounds stupid, but my life’s genuinely gotten better with you in it,” he continued, setting the knife down and leaning his hands on the counter. “and so has lila’s. and that means the world to me.”

for a second, she just looked at him, then she stepped closer, her fingers brushing his before she leaned in and kissed him.

when he pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against hers, the words slipped out quiet but certain. “i love you, star.”

for a second, she didn’t move. her breath caught, just the smallest hitch against his mouth before she let out the faintest laugh, a shaky one. her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him just a little closer like she needed to feel every inch of him to make sure it was real.

“i think im schizophrenic” she whispered, her voice barely above the hum of the fridge.

chris tilted his head just enough to see her, his thumb brushing the side of her jaw as the corner of his mouth tugged into the smallest smile. “yeah maybe but i love you,” he said again.

her lips pressed to his before he could say anything else, deeper this time, like she was answering without words. when they broke apart, she stayed close, their noses brushing.

“i love you,” she said quietly, and chris swore he felt it everywhere — in his chest, his ribs, his lungs, every piece of him that had been holding tight for so long finally letting go.

he leaned in one more time, kissing her slow, letting himself breathe her in before he murmured against her mouth, “best birthday i’ve ever had.”

her lips brushed his again in a soft laugh, her hand sliding up the back of his neck. “let me make it even better,” she whispered, her voice low enough to make his chest tighten.

the cake was forgotten immediately. her fingers curled around his, tugging him gently out of the kitchen and down the short hall toward his room. he followed without a word, pulse pounding steady in his ears, his free hand brushing the small of her back as they crossed the doorway.

the door clicked shut behind them, leaving them in the soft dark of his room. she turned to face him, her hands finding his shoulders before sliding slowly down his chest, and he leaned in, kissing her again, deeper this time. everything from the day — the morning laughter, the weight of the hospital, the confession still hanging between them — blurred into the warmth of her mouth and the way her body pressed into his.

his hands found her waist, thumbs brushing the hem of her shirt as he backed them toward the bed, their breaths catching between kisses. he went to guide her down onto the mattress, but she pressed a hand gently to his chest, stopping him.

“wait,” she murmured against his mouth, her fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt. “it’s about you, chris. it’s your day.”

he froze for half a second, his chest tightening at the way she said it. a quiet breath left him, softer than a laugh, his head dipping just enough to brush his nose against hers. “yeah?” he asked, voice low, almost careful.

“yeah,” she whispered back, and whatever part of him usually held on to control slipped right out from under him.

his shoulders dropped, his grip on her waist easing as he nodded once, slow. “okay,” he said quietly, letting himself sink into the words, into her hands, into the idea of letting someone else take care of him for once.

her hands slid higher on his chest, gentle but sure as she gave the faintest push. she pushed him back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as she climbed over him, settling her knees on either side of his hips. the faint creak of the frame filled the quiet for a second before she leaned down, pressing the softest kiss to his mouth and mumbling a shy little “hi” against his lips. it earned her a low chuckle, his hand instinctively sliding up her thigh, his thumb brushing the soft skin there.

her mouth moved to his neck, soft pecks turning into slow sucks and small bites just under his jaw. his hand slid higher, curling around her hip, the pads of his fingers digging in lightly. it was muscle memory more than anything, the way he always touched her without thinking, but she reached back blindly, her fingers wrapping around his wrist and moving it off her.

“no,” she murmured, her voice quiet but steady against his skin.

his breath hitched slightly at the tone, his hand dropping to the blanket as he let her keep working at his neck.

the second time, it was when her fingers slipped under the waistband of his sweats, tugging them low enough to brush the edge of his boxers. his stomach tightened under her touch, and he reached again, his palm sliding over her thigh to her waist. before he could even curl his fingers, she caught his hand again, firmer this time, pressing it flat to the mattress.

“i said no,” she whispered, kissing the hollow of his throat like a reward and a warning all at once.

a low groan broke out of him, his head tipping back slightly, his chest rising heavier now.

the third time, it wasn’t even conscious — when she finally stripped him bare, his cock hard and flushed against his stomach, his hand twitched like it wanted to reach for her again. before he could, she sat back on his thighs, both her hands coming down to pin his wrists to the bed on either side of his head.

“chris,” she said, soft but with an edge of something else, something that made his stomach clench. “stop trying to touch me. this isn’t about me.”

his lips parted around a quiet breath, something low and broken caught in his throat. “fuck,” he muttered, the word barely audible, his fingers curling against the sheets.

“that’s better,” she said simply, letting go of one wrist to wrap her hand around him.

the sound that left him at the first stroke was deep and rough, his head falling back against the pillow. she kept her pace slow, her thumb swiping across the head, smearing the wetness there until his hips lifted just slightly off the bed before he caught himself. the slick sounds filling the quiet between them as she leaned in, her lips brushing his jaw with every word.

“look at you,” she murmured, her voice low, soft but edged with something that made his chest tighten. “already getting kinda greedy with it, baby.”

chris let out a quiet breath, the sound caught somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “greedy, huh?” his voice was rough, almost like it didn’t know which way to fall. “you can’t—fuck—you can’t say shit like that and expect me to just…” his words broke off into a shaky exhale when her thumb pressed slow over the head, smearing him over her palm.

her lips curved, not quite a smile, more like satisfaction. “expect you to what?” she asked softly, her hand never slowing.

his hips twitched under her grip, his fingers flexing against the sheets. “expect me to just sit here,” he muttered, his hand sliding instinctively up her thigh, fingers curling toward her hip.

she caught his wrist mid-motion, fingers curling firm around it before setting it back beside him. “yeah,” she said quietly, her tone steady in a way that made his breath catch. “that’s exactly what i expect.”

he swallowed, his jaw working like he wanted to argue, but the way her hand twisted on the next stroke punched the words right out of his chest. his eyes fluttered shut for half a second before snapping open again to meet hers.

“fuck,” he breathed, his voice low. “you’re really not gonna let me touch you?”

“not tonight,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth like it was punctuation. “tonight’s not about me.”

he huffed out something that might’ve been a laugh if it weren’t so shaky. “you’re—” his words cut off when she squeezed just a little tighter, his head tipping back against the pillow with a low groan. “jesus christ.”

when she slid lower on the bed, her mouth kissing a slow line down his stomach, his hand found her hair out of pure instinct, again. before he even got a full grip, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist again, sharper this time, pushing it back to the bed without a word.

his chest rose heavy, a quiet, breathless laugh slipping out. “okay,” he muttered, the edge of something warm behind it. “okay, i get it.”

“do you?” she asked, her lips brushing the soft skin just below his hip as she looked up at him.

“i—” his words cut off again when her tongue dragged along the underside of his cock, a shudder running straight up his spine. “fuck, star,” he groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets just to keep from trying again.

at this point it was just muscle memory. the second her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, his hips jerked and both hands flew to her hair, desperate to feel her, to ground himself in the way her tongue moved slow and wet over him.

she broke off with a sharp, wet pop, her hand wrapping around the base as she glared up at him. in one smooth motion, she grabbed both his wrists and slammed them down against the mattress, pinning him there with a grip that made his stomach clench.

“chris.” her voice was low, steady, and something about it went straight through him. “try that shit one more time, and i’m done. you hear me?”

his eyes were wide, his mouth parted around a shaky breath. for a second, silence stretched between them, then he let out a broken, breathless laugh. “i don’t know what the fuck got into you tonight,” he muttered, voice rough and hoarse, “but i kinda love it.”

she smirked, a quick flash of teeth before she sank back down, taking him deep enough that the rest of his words dissolved into a low, wrecked groan. his head tipped back against the pillow, his throat working around a sound that never fully made it out.

“oh my fucking god,” he rasped when she pulled back just to spit, the slick sound of it hitting his skin making his cock twitch in her hand before she swallowed him again, messy and wet.

“star,” he choked out, his voice breaking halfway through her name, “holy shit, you’re…” his hands twisted in the sheets, knuckles white where she had him pinned. “you’re fucking ruining me.”

she hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. spit was pooling at the corner of her mouth now, dripping down to his stomach as she twisted her wrist in time with every slow drag of her tongue.

“look at me,” she said when she pulled off, her voice sharp enough to cut through the fog in his head. his eyes snapped open, glassy and blown wide, locking on hers instantly.

“don’t look away,” she murmured before sinking back down, swallowing him until her nose brushed his stomach.

“sorry— shit,” he groaned, his voice breaking open in a way that sounded almost pained. “fuck, fuck, i’m—” his breath caught when she pulled back just to slap the head against her tongue, spit connecting in a slick string. “you’re… you’re so fucking good at that.”

she smiled against him, the kind that wasn’t playful but knowing, before swallowing him again until his stomach tightened under her hands.

when he finally came, it was quiet but wrecked, a sound punched out of him from somewhere deep in his chest as his hips jerked against the bed despite himself. she swallowed everything, licking him clean as his breath came in ragged, uneven pulls.

he barely had time to come down before she was crawling back up his body, kissing him slow, letting him taste himself on her tongue.

“you okay?” she murmured against his mouth.

he huffed out a laugh, still half-breathless. “what the fuck was that?”

“told you,” she said softly, kissing his jaw as she reached between them to line him up again. “it’s about you tonight.”

when she sank down on him, both of them let out matching, broken sounds. his hands flew to her hips on instinct, gripping tight, and the sharp crack of her palm against the back of his hand echoed in the room.

his eyes snapped up to hers, chest heaving.

“you move me again,” she said quietly, her voice firm enough to make his cock twitch inside her, “and i’m stopping. don’t test me.”

his fingers twitched like they didn’t know what to do with themselves, the need to hold her almost overwhelming, muscle memory begging him to ground himself in her skin. he caught himself at the last second, dragging his hands up instead until they laced together behind his head, elbows digging into the pillow like it was the only way to keep from breaking her rule. his chest rose hard under her, a quiet, desperate sound slipping past his lips.

“please,” he rasped, the word almost a breath, raw and shaky. “don’t—m’sorry, i’m not—just don’t stop.”

her hips rolled slow and deep, the drag of him inside her making her hum low in her throat. “then don’t move me,” she said, calm in a way that had his stomach pulling tight.

his jaw clenched, his fingers fisting in his own hair now just to have something to hold onto. “fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough.

her nails dragged lightly down his chest as she shifted her hips, the angle making a sharp gasp punch out of her before she could stop it. her head dipped for a second, forehead brushing his collarbone as she let the words fall without thinking.

“you’re so fucking deep,” she whispered, her voice shaky at first, more like a confession than anything else.

his breath stuttered hard under her, his abs tightening like the words hit somewhere deep.

she swallowed, rolling her hips slow again, feeling the stretch all the way in her stomach. “i can feel every…fuck… every inch of you, chris.” the way his head tipped back at that, the low groan that slipped out of his throat, it pulled something loose in her chest. her lips parted around a shaky little laugh, softer this time, like she couldn’t quite believe the sound she’d just pulled from him.

his head snapped forward again, eyes blown and glassy as they locked on her, chest heaving under the weight of her words. “say it again,” he rasped, voice raw, desperate in a way that made her pulse skip.

her hips rocked down once more, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she breathed it against his mouth. “can feel all of you, baby. every fucking inch.”

his hips twitched involuntarily, the muscles in his thighs tightening beneath her as a low, broken sound punched out of him. “fuck, star,” he groaned, his voice low now, strained like it was being dragged out of his chest.

she bit her lip, her own voice shaky but steadier this time, emboldened by the way his face twisted under her. “you’re stretching me so good,” she whispered, her words trembling but filthy. “i can feel you in my belly.”

his mouth fell open, a raw curse spilling out as his hands twitched behind his head like they were dying to grab her. “oh my god,” he hissed, hips flexing helplessly under her weight, “you’re gonna fucking break me in half talkin’ like that.”

her laugh was breathless, but the sound only made him twitch inside her. his eyes locked on hers, dark and heavy. “you like that, huh?” he rasped, his voice rougher now, cutting through the thick air between them. “you like sittin’ on my cock talkin’ all nasty like that?”

her breath hitched, her nails dragging over his chest as she rolled her hips slow. “yeah,” she murmured, the admission soft but filthy. “love how you feel inside me. fuck—you’re so fucking big, chris.”

he groaned low, his head tipping back for half a second before snapping forward again, locking on her face. “you’re so fucking wet for me,” he ground out, his voice strained, every word pushed through clenched teeth. “you hear that? fuckin’ dripping all over me. shit—every time you move, it’s like you’re begging me to cum inside you.”

her lips parted around a shaky moan, her hips grinding down harder as his words sank into her skin. “maybe i am,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “maybe i want you to fill me up. make a fucking mess out of me.”

his jaw dropped, a loud, broken sound punching out of his chest as his thighs flexed under her. “fuck, star—say it again. say that shit again,” he begged, his voice cracking straight through the middle.

she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, and whispered, “want you to cum in me.”

his hips jerked without thinking, a harsh groan tearing out of him as his hands fisted so hard in his own hair it almost hurt. his chest was heaving, every muscle in his body pulled tight like a live wire under her.

“star,” he rasped, his voice cracking, “fuck—please. please let me touch you. let me—fuck, let me take over, just for a second. i need to feel you.”

her hips rolled slowly, making his breath stutter hard in his chest. “no,” she whispered, her tone soft but firm enough to make his head fall back against the pillow.

“why,” he groaned, his voice breaking into something that almost sounded like a laugh, strained and desperate. “you’re fuckin’ killin’ me. you don’t get it—I need to flip you over, fuck you so hard you forget your own name. please.”

she leaned down, her lips brushing his jaw as she pushed herself all the way down on him, the drag making both of them gasp. “you think you’re in any position to beg me for control right now?” she murmured, her voice shaking only from the way he was hitting deep inside her.

his eyes squeezed shut for a second, his knuckles white where they twisted in his own hair. “i’m begging,” he said, his voice raw now, every bit of pride stripped clean. “please, baby. just let me fuck you. let me show you how good you feel. fuck—please.”

her nails scraped down his chest, slow and sharp, making his breath hitch. “you’re showing me just fine,” she whispered, rocking her hips again.

his mouth dropped open around a groan, his head tipping forward to meet her eyes. “you’re so fucking mean,” he muttered, his voice breaking apart. “and i’ve never wanted you more in my life.”

she let out a breathless laugh against his mouth, her hips grinding down again just to watch the way his face twisted. “mean?” she murmured, her voice soft but laced with heat. “you’re the one trying to fuck up my pace.”

“’cause you’re killing me,” he groaned, his voice rough, desperate. “sitting on me all slow like this, talking all that shit—fuck, star, i can’t take it. please.”

she rolled her hips again, slower this time, dragging him so deep it had both of them gasping. “you can take it,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “look at you. you’re perfect like this. letting me use you.”

another guttural sound ripped out of his chest, his hands twitching so hard behind his head it looked painful. “fuck—baby, please. please let me grab you. let me touch you. i’m gonna lose my fucking mind if i can’t.”

she sat back just slightly, her fingers curling into his chest, nails dragging down over his ribs. “you lose it, i’ll stop,” she said quietly, the warning so calm it had his cock twitching inside her. “you wanna risk that?”

“fuck!” the word tore out of him, strained and raw. his head tipped back into the pillow, his voice breaking into a shaky laugh. “you’re gonna make me cry on my own birthday.”

her hips stilled for just a second, her palms sliding up his chest until they framed his jaw, her thumb brushing over the flushed skin there like she was considering it. “baby…” she murmured, soft in a way that almost sounded sympathetic.

his eyes snapped open, wide and glassy as they locked onto hers. “what?” he asked, voice wrecked, like he was hanging on every word.

she tilted her head, her mouth curving into the faintest smirk as she rocked down slow, making him gasp. “you really want it that bad you’d cry for it?” she asked quietly, her tone dripping with faux sympathy.

a broken groan ripped out of his chest, his knuckles going white where they twisted into his own hair. “fuck, i’ll do whatever you want. you want me to cry, i’ll cry, just—please, star, let me fucking have you.”

she leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “yeah? you want it that bad?” another slow roll of her hips had him swearing under his breath, his voice hoarse.

“yes,” he hissed, the word coming out like it hurt to say. “yes, baby. please. let me fucking take you apart. let me make you cum on my cock, please.”

she pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her fingers curling against his jaw. “you think you’ve earned it?” she murmured, soft and low, dragging the words out like she was testing him.

he nodded frantically, his voice cracking in the middle of it. “fuck—yes. yes, i’ve earned it. i’ve been good. i’ve been so fucking good for you.”

she hummed, pretending to consider it, her thumb brushing his bottom lip as her hips ground down slow again. “hm. maybe.” she let the word hang there, soft and cruel, before leaning in close enough that her lips brushed his. “show me how bad you want it, chris.”

the second the words left her mouth, his restraint shattered. his hands shot from behind his head to her back, dragging her down until her chest was pressed flush against his, his breath hot against her neck as his arms locked tight around her.

“fuck—” his voice was a low, broken growl right in her ear before his hips snapped up, hard and fast, slamming into her so deep it punched a gasp straight out of her throat.

“chris—” her protest dissolved into a choked moan when he did it again, his grip on her back desperate, keeping her flush to him as he fucked up into her, each thrust sharp and unrelenting.

“you wanted me to show you,” he panted, his voice rough and wrecked against her skin. “this is me fuckin’ showing you, star. this is how bad i want you.”

her nails dug into his shoulders, her head tipping back as a string of breathy curses tumbled out of her. every thrust hit so deep it made her see stars, her walls fluttering hard around him as she clung to his shoulders.

“fuck—you feel that?” he gritted, his teeth grazing her jaw as he kept driving up into her, the wet sound of them filling the room. “feel how tight you’re squeezing me right now? you’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind.”

“chris—” she gasped, her voice breaking into a moan when he angled his hips just right, the head of his cock brushing so deep inside her she almost sobbed.

“say it,” he muttered, his tone wrecked but demanding as his pace got even rougher. “say you want it. say you fucking need it.”

“i need it—fuck, i need it,” she cried out, her voice cracking as her nails dragged down his back.

“yeah?” his words were a low growl, his thrusts snapping up so hard it had her clinging to him like he’d fuck her straight through the mattress. “then take it, baby.”

his voice was wrecked, strained to the point it sounded like a promise more than anything else.

before she could even answer, his grip shifted, his arms tightening around her as he rolled them in one smooth, desperate motion. her back hit the mattress with a soft thud, his cock slipping free in the scramble, slick and wet against her thigh. both of them let out a matching frustrated sound at the loss.

“fuck,” chris muttered, his voice low and rough, his forehead pressed to hers for half a second as his chest heaved. “flip.”

she blinked up at him, still trying to catch her breath. “chris—”

“face down,” he cut in, his tone leaving no room for argument, his hand sliding over her hip with a grip that made her legs weak. “ass up. you know it’s my favorite.”

heat shot straight through her stomach at the way he said it, direct and filthy. she rolled onto her stomach, pushing up onto shaky arms, her ass arching into the air as the cool air hit the wetness between her thighs.

“fuck,” he groaned when he saw her like that, his hands dragging over the curve of her hips before spreading her open with a grip that was almost reverent. “you’re so fucking perfect.”

she turned her head just enough to glance back at him, her breath catching when she saw the way his chest rose and fell, his jaw tight like he was holding on by a thread.

“chris,” she whined, pushing back against him slightly, the need in her voice making his cock twitch in his hand.

instead of giving her what she wanted, he let out a low, dark laugh, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of her hip. “nah,” he muttered, his tone a mix of breathless and smug. “this is what you get.”

before she could even process it, he lowered himself, spreading her open wider as his mouth found her soaked pussy from behind. the first slow drag of his tongue up her slit had her choking out a moan, her arms nearly giving out under her.

“fuck!” she gasped, her forehead dropping to the mattress as his tongue circled her clit before dipping back down, fucking into her with long, deep strokes that made her legs shake.

he hummed low against her, the sound vibrating right through her as his hands gripped her ass, holding her steady when her hips bucked back against his face.

“chris—oh my god—” her voice broke into a sharp cry when he sucked her clit between his lips, the obscene wet sounds filling the room as he pulled every bit of her slick onto his tongue.

he pulled back just enough to murmur, his voice low and filthy against her skin, “taste so fucking sweet back here, baby. could eat this pussy all night.”

her fingers clawed at the sheets, a desperate moan ripping out of her. “no please—please fuck me, chris.”

he didn’t say a word, just pulled back, his hands sliding down her hips as he rose up again. the sudden loss of his mouth had her whining, but it was cut off by the sharp sting of his palm connecting with her ass in one quick, firm slap.

she gasped, her hips jerking forward instinctively, and then he was there — lining himself up and pushing in slow, every inch of his cock stretching her open until he was buried to the hilt.

a low groan fell out of his mouth, his fingers digging into her hips like he was anchoring himself there. “fuck,” he breathed, his voice low and wrecked, “you feel that? you feel how tight you are around me right now?”

her forehead pressed into the mattress, a broken moan slipping out as her walls fluttered helplessly around him. “y-yeah,” she choked, her voice cracking.

he leaned forward, his chest brushing her back as he bottomed out again, slower this time, savoring the drag. “good,” he muttered against her ear, his breath hot on her skin. “because this—” his hips pulled back before snapping forward hard enough to make her cry out, “—this is really about me now.”

he stayed there for a second, buried so deep it made her toes curl, his breath coming hot and uneven against the side of her neck. one of his hands slid up her spine, slow and steady, until it wrapped around the back of her neck, not squeezing, just holding her there as he rolled his hips again, slower this time but just as deep.

“every time i push in, you’re gripping me like you don’t wanna let me go.”

a choked sound tumbled out of her, her fingers twisting into the sheets, knuckles going white as she nodded against the mattress. “chris—”

“say it,” he cut in, his tone a little rougher this time, his hips snapping forward hard enough to have her crying out. “say you can feel me. all of me.”

her voice broke as it left her, breathless and filthy, “i can feel you—fuck—you’re so deep, chris, you’re everywhere.”

her words hit him like gasoline to fire. his hips snapped forward again, the wet sound of him driving into her filling the room, each thrust harder than the last. the mattress creaked under the rhythm, her knees sliding against the sheets as he pushed her further into them with every movement.

his fingers dug into her hips, holding her right where he wanted her while he fucked into her with sharp, deliberate strokes. every drag of his cock pulled a new sound out of her, breathy gasps and broken moans mixing with the slap of skin on skin. slick coated the insides of her thighs, dripping down onto the sheets with every thrust.

her body arched into it without thought, back bowing as her hands clawed at the mattress. he leaned over her again, his chest pressed to her back as his pace shifted, slower but so deep it made her legs shake. her walls fluttered around him helplessly, clenching tight as he bottomed out and held there, savoring the way she squeezed around him.

his breath was hot against her shoulder, ragged and uneven, his lips brushing her skin as he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in. she cried out, her nails dragging across the sheets as her head dropped between her arms.

the room smelled like sweat and sex, heavy and thick in the air. every thrust pushed a low, wet squelch from between her thighs, the mess of her dripping down onto his stomach as he fucked her harder, deeper, until the bedframe knocked against the wall.

her legs trembled, her whole body jolting with each snap of his hips. he kept her right there, open and pliant beneath him, every thrust carving into her until her voice was nothing but broken gasps and strangled moans.

when her head tipped back and a loud, desperate cry ripped out of her, his hand slid up her spine fast, fingers curling firmly around the back of her neck to keep her pressed into the mattress. his hips didn’t falter, but his mouth brushed her ear, his voice low and rough.

“you gotta be quiet,” he panted, his words hot against her skin, “or i’ll stop.”

the warning hit her like a jolt, her hands twisting into the sheets as she bit back another moan, the sound catching in her throat. he felt the way she tried to hold it in, the muffled whimper that broke through anyway, and a low groan spilled out of him.

“that’s it,” he muttered, his thrusts slowing just enough to grind deep, the head of his cock hitting that spot that made her whole body shudder.

she buried her face in the mattress, her nails dragging down over the sheets as another choked sound escaped her, this one softer but no less desperate. the control it took to hold it back had her walls clenching around him so tight he cursed under his breath, his grip on her hips bruising as he drove in deep again.

the pace turned heavy, deep strokes that made the bed rock beneath them, his chest slick with sweat as it brushed her back every time he leaned in. her thighs were shaking, the sheets damp beneath her knees where slick and sweat mixed. every time he pulled out, the mess of her clung to him, coating his cock before he sank right back into it, wet sounds filling the room over the soft thud of the headboard against the wall.

he slid one hand from her hip up to her lower back, pressing down just enough to arch her deeper for him. the new angle had both of them gasping, her whole body going tight as he bottomed out, the head of his cock hitting so deep she swore she felt it in her stomach again.

a broken whimper slipped out despite her biting it back, and his grip tightened on her hip, his thrusts never faltering. “fuck,” he gritted, his voice low and raw, “you keep squeezing me like that and i’m not gonna last.”

her answer was a shaky, muffled plea into the mattress, her fingers twisting into the sheets as she tried to push back against him, meeting every thrust with desperate, uneven rolls of her hips. the sound of it — skin, breath, the wet drag of him inside her — filled the room until it felt like the air itself was trembling with them.

the pressure coiled sharp and tight in her stomach, every deep thrust making her shake harder beneath him. her voice cracked as the words tumbled out, muffled against the mattress but still desperate, “chris—inside, please, want it inside—”

he swore loud and broken, his hips stuttering like her plea had cut straight through every last bit of control he had. “fuck—baby, don’t—” his words hitched into a groan as he buried himself to the hilt, his grip on her hips bruising as he spilled into her in hot, thick pulses.

her walls fluttered around him, milking every drop, and she cried out his name like it was the only word she knew, the sound ragged and breathless as she came hard around him, her thighs trembling violently.

he didn’t pull out. his chest pressed to her slick back, his hips rolling slow, pushing himself deeper, fucking his cum into her until it spilled messy down her thighs. his forehead dropped to the space between her shoulder blades, his breath hot and shaky on her skin.

“i love you,” he muttered against her, the words low and rough, almost like a secret. his hands smoothed over her sides, gentler now as his hips gave one last soft grind before stilling completely. “fuck, star… i love you so much.”

authors note: bellooooooo ^.^

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