#felt right to reply to this first thing in the morning 🙂‍↕️

[loveshard]

          the invitation was an arrow; it found devon first, the arch of sasha's wrist and the slick gleam of her fingers painting a target on his hunger. his throat worked as he swallowed the stupidly eager line forming in his mind (something close to me first), but harlow was there too, half a beat later, the heat of his body melding into a shared anticipation. nothing had prepared devon for how weirdly fun it might be, competing to make sasha squirm the hardest. devon's hand slid up sasha's inner thigh, fingers teasing just shy of where she clearly wanted them most. "you're such a tease," devon murmured, his crooked smile revealing a hint of dimple.

          devon dove without hesitation, because that's what he was best at: reckless, no-plan, improv. his hands gripped under sasha's knees and angled her so she threatened to spill from the edge of the chair. harlow bunched up beside him so their arms pressed, his tongue flicking out to catch the bead of sweat sliding into the valley between sasha’s breasts. devon felt the throb of harlow’s breath, the way harlow was so delicate with his lips and so greedy with his hands, kneading into sasha’s thigh as if he could sculpt her out of need. devon didn’t seek another command, nosing up that same thigh, crowding harlow, but not shoving. he could feel harlow’s exhales against his cheek as he pressed a long, slow lick up sasha’s sex. he let it ground him, tongue teasing her clit with practiced showmanship even as his jaw ached with excitement. sasha tasted like the night, and devon moaned, low and filthy, vibrating against wet folds at the heady tang of what they’d made together already.

          harlow found himself transfixed, senses overwhelmed. could only narrow his focus solely on the heat of her cunt and the messy slick sounds of devon eating her out. harlow felt simultaneously like an intruder and a welcomed participant, his body vibrating with an electric tension he'd never experienced before. devon's frame shifted closer, blocking part of his view of sasha and all her glistening glory. he was lost in the sheer audacity of the moment, his body responding with twitching clarity beneath denim. harlow hovered behind, licking his dry lips, unsure of where he fit. was it okay to join right away, or should he wait for some sign? watching the two of them, his own heartbeat drowned out all else in the room. "mmm, you taste so fucking good," devon groaned between licks. the tip of devon's tongue dipped down to flick roughly back up, and harlow couldn't stop staring. he felt dizzy, sasha's pleasure burning bright through him all the while.

          devon's hand found harlow's thigh, squeezing. the encouragement—or was it a challenge?—made harlow's skin prickle. he shifted closer, hand skating across sasha's silky thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. he could sense devon's presence more sharply now, feel the light brush of his hair, the curve of his bicep. harlow's anxiety bubbled beneath his skin, but he wasn't about to look weak. carefully, he leaned forward, pushing his mouth over her already-glossy folds, wanting to leave his own mark. his cheek pressed flush to devon's, and for a bewildering second, he remembered every time devon had ever pushed his buttons, every brash word they'd slung at each other, all the history stewing behind this moment. and then devon shot him a look sideways—hungrily, like this was a race and a taunt, all at once—and their faces met, both mouths slick, mouths clashing and crowding in a silent agreement: make her lose her mind.​​​​​​​

          harrow’s first ever taste was, unexpectedly, secondhand, his tongue bumping into devon’s. the sensation flashed through him, a jolt as involuntary and electric as a dog’s leg under a hammer’s tap. he tried to focus on sasha, but he couldn't help noticing devon's tongue, nimble and impatient, swirling determinedly, lapping messily at every stray drip before it could even trail off sasha’s heat. harlow could feel his own jaw working to keep up, his whole mouth hot and filled with the taste of her and of devon; he felt a blush spike up his entire torso but refused to pull away.

          sloppy and eager, there was no rhyme or rhythm to their combined movements. sometimes they traded mouth places, bumped noses in the process, or released a messy, wet laugh against sasha’s skin. but for the most part, devon sucked and harlow licked. harlow hiked sasha's thigh further apart, pushing it over his shoulder so he could get closer, could taste more, could strangle down his own needy breath.​​​​​​​ slightly out of sync, their tongues met occasionally; brushing against each other with searing, accidental friction, the stubble of their chins scraping against her slick skin as their faces pressed together, a shared act of enthusiastic worship.

ㅤㅤ" birthday wishes. " she echoed, still as smug as ever. in a way, it was almost strange to see devon being the one to silently encourage harlow. she'd half expected to be met with annoyance, maybe even rejection, at her proposal due to their pre-existent entanglement. but, like her, he was eager, harlow was eager, even if it was in his own awkward way. dark eyes watched devon strip, admiring his toned build with a proud smile, before flickering across to catch harlow staring, too. " he's hot, right? " her sultry tone questioned him when he started to work on the buttons of his shirt, now taking the time to admire his leaner, paler build. " you're both hot. " two very different men, and yet they were both her type. perhaps sasha was just greedy.

ㅤㅤhands reached out to touch, to drag coffin-shaped nails down the expanses of their now naked torsos. and so she did, until she was overwhelmed with affection; head slumping back to bare her throat for harlow to adore. the hand on harlow's chest lifted to comb through his locks, brushing tresses out from his face to try and get a better view. " good boy... " she purred, body malleable in his hands as he removed her corset for her; heavy, pale breasts bouncing free. attention was quickly shifted towards devon when she felt him press nearer, hooded eyes bright with lust as the fingers on his chest lifted to cup at his cheek, thumb stroking against the apple as he spoke. " mhm... squished up together between my thighs. like i deserve. " because it was her birthday. she probably would've suggested this regardless of the date.

ㅤㅤlewd moans were recklessly loud as collarbones were kissed as hands ravished heavy and now exposed breasts, louder than the muffled music that came up the stairs and through the crack under the door from the party she'd dragged them away from. a gentle reminder that whilst they were secluded, they weren't completely alone. blown out pupils danced between the impressive pair, melting back into the armchair as the familiar warmth of devon's palm pressed against the inside of her plump, bruised thighs to spread them apart. " fuck... my good boys. " she muttered, breathing heavily as harlow mirrored devon's actions — being spread open by both simultaneously, like a feast ready to be shared. curvy body visibly shuddered with anticipation, the front of her thong now tucked taut between puffy, wet folds as goosebumps formed in the wake of their touches.

ㅤㅤa small hand slipped between her now parted thighs, more lewd moans spilling from parted petals as matte black nails tucked beneath the damp fabric of her lingerie to pull it to one side. she was watching them when she presents herself to them like a gift, waiting to see their reactions as devon leaned in closer. " don't you wanna taste me? " the question was directed at both men as she batted thick, long lashes down at them, fingers releasing the material to drag between her folds; sighing at the sensation before bringing them to her lips to slowly suck clean. " well? it's not gonna eat itself. "

[stxrsniolo]

✩ ࣭ worlds collide. ׂ っ

𝐀𝐄𝐆★𝐍'𝐒 notes : dear reader, this story will unfold over approximately 15 chapters, all of which have been meticulously outlined by yours truly (aka me, yes). it’s a slow burn between the characters, filled with a little bit of everything—from scenes not suitable for sensitive audiences to purely comedic moments, and even the classic teenage drama you’d expect from characters navigating this stage of life. 𝐀𝐄𝐆★𝐍'𝐒 pairing : influencer!chris x hermit!reader

Chapter 05: Spam Alert

the morning light was harsh, a glaring contrast to the dim, secretive ambiance of the club where chris had felt the sting of rejection for the first time. he was sprawled on his bed, his phone in hand, staring at the last message he'd sent to y/n, still unread. the sun outside mocked his confusion, his pride, and his sudden, deep yearning for someone who had slipped away from him like smoke.

chris couldn't wrap his head around it. "she actually left me... there?" he murmured to himself, his voice a mix of disbelief and a newfound respect. he was used to being the one in control, the one who decided when the game was over; but y/n had changed the rules, and he was left reeling, his ego bruised, his curiosity and desire for her only intensified.

he threw his phone onto the bed in frustration, only to pick it up again, his fingers flying over the screen.

@ christophersturniolo: "y/n, i'm sorry if i went too far. talk to me."

he hit send, his heart racing with the hope of a response.

nothing.

his eyes flicked to his phone every few seconds, waiting, hoping. when no reply came, he sent another.

@ christophersturniolo: "did i scare you off? i didn't mean to, i swear."

still, silence.

chris, now feeling the unfamiliar pang of being ignored, began to spam her inbox with messages, each one a mix of apology and desperation, his goofy nature seeping through even in his earnest attempts to fix things.

@ christophersturniolo: "okay, i'm an idiot. but like, a lovable idiot, right?"

@ christophersturniolo: "can we pretend last night didn't happen? or at least, the part where you left?"

@ christophersturniolo: "i miss talking to you. can you just throw some sarcasm my way, please?"

he was relentless, each message sent with the hope that one would crack through her defenses. his phone buzzed with notifications from his brothers, asking where he was, but he ignored them, his focus solely on y/n.

@ christophersturniolo: "i promise, no more surprise kisses... unless you ask for one 🙂‍↕️"

his messages were a blend of humor, sincerity, and a touch of the vulnerability he rarely showed. he knew he was crossing into spam territory, but the idea of losing contact with y/n was more daunting than the thought of looking desperate.

the day dragged on, his phone a constant companion, each notification sound making his heart leap, only to be disappointed by messages from friends or fans, not her. his room, usually a shrine to his chaotic energy, felt empty without the back-and-forth of their texts.

@ christophersturniolo: "look, i know i'm not used to this, but you're different. i'm not used to wanting someone who doesn't want me back."

he paused, staring at the ceiling, the weight of his own words hitting him. he wasn't just playing a game anymore; he was genuinely into her, and that realization was both exhilarating and terrifying.

@ christophersturniolo: "i just want to understand you, to show you i'm not just some 'mid white boy' with a camera."

his phone finally vibrated with a message, and his heart leaped, only to sink when he saw it wasn't from y/n... but then, another notification. this time, it was her.

@ whosyn: "chris, you're overwhelming. i need space."

his reply was immediate, his goofy side tempered by the seriousness of her words.

@ christophersturniolo: "i'll back off... but not because i don't care. because i do, too much."

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