#she looks much more comfortable with the guy who plays chris and they make the father/daughter relationship believable

[marrissacooper]

I was rewatching the chris and rory scene in the revival and I don't understand how people can watch it and go "this conversation foreshadows that rory will raise her baby alone" like they both look so sad... they made chris say it happened the way it was meant to be but it's obvious he regrets it (plus he contradicts himself every second like first he says he chose not to get between lorelai and rory, then he says no one could've made lorelai change her mind... but that's a conversation for another post) and rory doesn't look much better. again, it's obvious that a part of her will always wish things were different. that her dad had been a better man, that he'd been in her life more. and chris keeps saying he loves rory but she doesn't say it back, it's tragic. why would she want to put her own child through this? it makes no sense

[lucvly]

i saw in ur matt bf headcanons thag he would love reader sitting on his lap so can u like make a story where they’re wit their friends or smth n the reader’s sitting on matt’s lap n she feels him get hard n like whispers “i hope what im feeling is ur keys” THEN LATER ON HE TAKES HER TO HIS ROOM N THEY FUCK! ☺️☺️ i hope that’s not confusing or anything

BLUE JEANS. ( matt sturniolo )

warnings › smut, exhibitionism if you squint, dirty talk, praise, slight consumption of alcohol, dom!matt (i’m a switch!matt truther guys please.)

author’s note › wrote this while listening to ldr 🤒 keep the reqs coming i have way too many but fuck it we ball !! also smut is definitely not my forte, bear with me.

› as much as you loved small get togethers with your closest friends, you weren’t sure your boyfriend and his brothers hosting one in their house was the smartest idea. you were wary of how the night would go, taking into consideration the fact that last time they hosted one of these get togethers nick and larray ended up playing beer pong on the kitchen counter, nearing a wasted state. but you still decided to attend and accompany your boyfriend, and you loved any occasion to dress up and spend time with your closest friends, so technically it was a win win situation for both of you.

showing up at their house, your doubts and wariness got pushed to the back of your head completely. your thoughts now shifting, wanting nothing more than to have a good time, some good conversations and spend time with your boyfriend and the presence of your closest friends.

“you look amazing.” you heard a voice that you could recognize anywhere as the door swung open carefully. “i’m sorry i couldn’t pick you up, princess. i had to help nick and chris put this whole thing together.”

as soon as he opened the door, a soft smile crept up onto your lips, analyzing his figure discreetly before even stepping a foot inside. he was the slightest bit sweaty, his hair messy, a lopsided smile plastered on his face as he gazed into your eyes, stepping closer to you, placing a greeting kiss on your lips as he took a hold of your waist with one hand, guiding you into the house, the other hand managing to softly close the door behind the two of you as you stepped in.

“that’s okay, you owe me though.” you teased, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, watching the smile on his face widen ever so slightly.

“fair enough.” he shrugged jokingly, a chuckle escaping his lips as he kept his arm wrapped around your waist, continuing to guide you inside.

the music was at a prudent volume, loud enough to not be able to hear anyone else’s conversations, but not soft enough as to where it became boring.

your friends were mostly all scattered across the living room, beanbags and couches filled with all your closest friends having closed conversations, laughing with red solo cups in their hands.

your boyfriend guided you towards the living room, settling one of the beanbags– and it was a given that you were sitting on his lap, his hands snaking to the sides of your waist, though one of them slid up to your stomach, rubbing up and down slightly as a gesture of comfort.

you struck up a conversation with nick who was sitting right next to you on the floor, he was telling you something about how he thought you and matt should get a room, and how he loved the skirt you were wearing today.

2:03 AM.

by the time the clock hit two in the morning, drowsiness started kicking in, though you were all in the middle of a very interesting game of truth or dare. currently madi was gasping at the names of every single one of nick’s exes, nick letting out possibly the loudest laugh.

you took the opportunity of this small break in the game to get a bit more comfortable on your boyfriend’s lap, considering you were starting to get a bit sleepy. you definitely underestimated how tricky getting comfortable in a beanbag would be, especially on your boyfriend’s lap. however, you started to shift your lower body, attempting to find a more comfortable position.

the hand that was on your waist tightened its grip ever so slightly, and the hand that was rubbing your stomach abruptly stopped its movements, a very faint noise coming out of matt’s mouth.

you were sure you were mistaken, probably the effect of the sleepiness that was starting to take over your body as you squirmed on his lap again, this time, hearing a low whisper, yet clear “fuck,” as matt attempted to play it off by clearing his throat.

you were still oblivious as to what was going through your boyfriend’s mind in that very moment, and you shifted your hips once more, finally finding a comfortable position on his lap, laying your head back on his shoulder for a bit more comfort.

this was all before you heard what you could definitely assure was a low groan from matt, followed up by both his hands resting at the sides of your hips now, gripping a bit tighter than usual. you started to feel something poking your thigh.

oh.

you slightly moved your head closer to his ear, lips close enough to softly whisper, “i hope what i’m feeling is your keys.” you spoke as you raised your eyebrows and laid your head back on his shoulder again.

“can’t help it when you’re moving like that.” he whispered back, forcing a soft laugh at some comment chris had made regarding one of the questions.

before you could even answer, your conversation was interrupted by madi, who, with a wide smile on her face, asked, “y/n, truth or dare.”

you thought for a second, though you had already mentally answered, because there was no way you were getting up when your boyfriend was gripping your hips like you’d run away at any second, and his boner was poking your inner thigh.

you teasingly sat up on matt’s lap before answering, forcing you to move your lower body again, which elicited a soft moan from him which he managed to play off as a cough. “hmm, truth.” you finally answered with a small smile, looking down at madi who was sitting right next to nick.

“hm, oh–” she paused before nick leaned over and whispered something to her followed by a fit of giggles from both of them. “where’s the weirdest place you’ve had sex?”

your boyfriend leaned his head back and loudly groaned. you could tell he was trying his best to continue playing, but the raging boner and this conversation was definitely not helping his case.

you gasped in disbelief and shifted once again to turn to look at him, causing him to let out a choked grunt he quickly covered up by clearing his throat.

“you told nick about that?!” you exclaimed, your tone filled with disbelief as your mouth was still open, in a gasping expression.

“nick, i swear to god.” your boyfriend answered, his tone being full of annoyance. he wanted nothing more but to leave, but to his dismay, he was hosting– and it would be rude to leave the guests unattended.

“do i even wanna know?” madi’s face contorted in disgust, shaking her head as nick patted her back im faux comfort.

“you don’t. trust me.” nick answered plainly, and madi required no further explanation to know that she probably shouldn’t have asked that question.

“whatever. i’m tired, i’m going to bed.” matt spoke, mainly to the rest of your friends who were still seated or laying down on the floor filled with pillows and blankets for more comfort.

“y/n, you staying?” chris asked, slightly raising his eyebrows in amusement at matt’s quick change of attitude.

“i’ll go with him, someone’s gotta take care of him.” you joked, knowing that this was definitely about to get on matt’s nerves. the double entendre was quick to affect matt, unbeknownst to anyone else except the two of you.

his hips slightly bucked up against your ass, a very low groan, almost a whimper, escaping his lips as you spoke, his hands holding onto the sides of your waist tightly, as if he were to let go, you would run away. you couldn’t deny the wetness starting to pool in your panties, a hint of redness showing up on your cheeks.

“agreed.” chris replied, though he was already distracted with another conversation madi and nick were having, incredibly loudly.

you were thankful they were all so distracted and caught up in their conversations that they couldn’t tell what was going on with you and your boyfriend. this allowed you to quickly stand up, your boyfriend standing right behind you to cover himself up, both of you making your way to his room as quickly as possible.

as soon as you walked through his bedroom door, he shut the door completely closed, quickly locking it, and before you could even let a single word out of your mouth, he was pushing you up against the wall, crashing his lips with yours, engulfing you in possibly the neediest kiss he’d ever given you. his hands were on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as your arms wrapped around his neck, reciprocating the kiss with equal force, your tongues fighting for dominance.

“god, i need you.” he managed to whisper in between kisses, his knee making its way between your legs, up all the way to your core, earning a low gasp of pleasure from you. “wanna make you feel good.” his hands made their way to the hem of your shirt, taking a shaky breath before asking, “can i?”

“yes, please,” you whined, shakily breathing as you stared into his eyes.

he wasted no time sliding your shirt off and skillfully undoing your bra as he leaned in for another passionate kiss, his hands sliding to cup your breasts, massaging them carefully as a loud moan escaped your lips. “matt–”

he knew you too well. he knew what you wanted without even having to voice it, and he followed your pleads, his hands moving down to undo your skirt, his gaze fixed on the way the skirt you were wearing hugged your curves so perfectly in a manner that made his cock twitch in his pants.

the skirt fell to the floor, revealing the lace panties that almost made matt cum in his sweatpants, a shaky breath eliciting from his mouth as he pulled your panties to the side, two fingers dipping down to rub your juices and spread them all over your cunt, preparing you for the stretch. “atta girl.” he whispered.

this earned a hiss and a low whimper from you, the cold metal from his rings contributing to the feeling of pleasure he was causing. you were sure your legs were going to give out, and your hands now lowered to hold onto his shoulders as your mouth was open agape, letting out shaky moans.

as soon as he felt you grip his shoulders tightly, he pushed two fingers into you, causing you to let out a loud moan and a whine of his name, making his cock twitch. he waited for a split second before starting to pump his fingers with ease, your wetness making it easier for him to slip in and out of you.

he was so focused on your expressions and your pleasure, watching your face contort with desire, your eyes rolling almost to the back of your head and your mouth open, letting out the prettiest sounds. it was priceless, he wouldn’t trade this moment for the whole world, knowing how good he could make you feel with just his fingers made his brain get hazy.

“you look so pretty like this,” he pumped his fingers in and out of you quickly, speeding up his movements as you whined and whimpered. it was starting to overwhelm you, everything about it. the coldness of his rings, the speed of his fingers, the whispered praise– before you knew it a knot was forming in the lower part of your stomach.

“i’m– fuck, i’m gonna cum.” you moaned out, already focusing on reaching your high, your hips grinding onto matt’s fingers for an extra sensation of pleasure– when all of the sudden, his movements stopped abruptly.

you could’ve sworn you almost let out a loud cry, a small whine escaping your lips as you held onto his shoulders as tight as possible, your legs slightly shaking. “please,”

“i need you to cum all over my cock,” his words sent a shiver down your spine, making you even wetter if that was physically possible, a blush rising to your cheeks despite the position you were currently in.

your lips connected once again in a hungry kiss, both of you making your way towards his bed as he broke the kiss for a second to take off his shirt, quickly kissing you again with desperation. you laid back onto his bed, almost all the way back, barely reaching the headboard, not once breaking the kiss.

he pulled back for a moment to take off his sweatpants and his boxers, not very mindful of where they were going to end up— all he wanted was to feel your cunt swallow his dick whole, and that was evident with the way his dick sprung up to his stomach, already leaking precum.

you could never get used to his size, and the mere sight of his dick springing up to his stomach made you squirm, almost drooling.

“shit, look at what you do to me, princess.” he spoke in a low tone, pumping himself a few times before leaning down close to you, lining himself up with your entrance before finally pushing himself inside, earning an almost pornographic moan from you as your hands moved to his back, your fingernails digging into his skin as he gave you a moment to adjust to his size.

after a quick moment he started moving with small grunts and groans, pushing himself in and out of you, almost abusing your cunt with the pace he was going at– your moans echoed through the room, loud cries of his name being heard as he pumped his dick into you.

“please, matt–” you whined loudly, digging your nails further into his skin as he thrusted even rougher, a dragged out groan coming from his lips.

“i know baby, let go, i got you.” he cut you off by pressing his lips onto yours, sharing a sweet yet desperate kiss as one of his hands reached down to your clit, using two fingers to stimulate you even further by rubbing at a speedy pace. “c’mon, let go angel.”

“i– fuck,” you cried out, the knot in the pit of your stomach finally coming undone with a loud moan of your boyfriend’s name, your nails scratching his back, leaving him with a burning sensation he was sure was going to leave marks by the next day.

“that’s it,” he praised, continuing his thrusts as you only managed the whine at the overstimulation, feeling his thrusts get sloppier as his breaths started to become uneven and unsteady. he thrusted even rougher a few more times before finally releasing inside of you with a loud groan, collapsing beside you on his bed, both of you attempting to catch your breath for a second.

you laid in comfortable silence for no longer than a minute before matt spoke up, “i’m gonna go run a bath for us, okay?” he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before standing up.

“sounds amazing.”

[canthelpit0]

Enemies (With Benefits) PT4

Pairing: Cold!Chris x Reader

Wordcount: 4K +

Summary: Chris and reader have always been enemies ever since they’ve known each other. neither knew why they had this burning feeling in their gut. So one day they decide to fuck it out. Until, eventually doing it regularly

Warnings: Smut, language, mentions of insomnia, mentioned nightmares/dreams, slight facial dysmorphia (if u squint), mentions of crying, slightly toxic, party, use of y/n, nickname (cherry), pet names (ma, sweetheart, etc), fight (not graphic), switching, unprotected, creampie (she’s on the pill)

(A/N: hope you guys like this! got the idea from this request. Tysm again <33)

PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 FINAL

Everything with Chris is so unnecessarily complicated.

Why does he act like a little bitch sometimes. Coming to my house, begging me and than being all sassy and annoying.

I let out a harsh scoff when I accidentally smudged my mascara a little bit. Rolling my eyes I pick up a make up remover and a cotton pad to clean up my mistake.

I’ve gone back to ignoring Chris, for my own sake. And he’s stopped attempting to talk to me fully.

I’ve been sticking to Ethan a lot recently. Just staying by his side and all.

We were both invited to this party. But we were both gonna Uber there separately.

I was thinking of getting wasted tonight. I haven’t done that in a while. The last party I’d been to was the party Evelyn forced me to go to.

Evelyn and I haven’t talked much, due to me distancing myself. But she hadn’t tried to reach out either. I’m sure though, that she’ll be at the party.

Having finished my make up now, I look at myself in the mirror. I color corrected my red eyes from crying, well. That as Well as my dark eye bags from sleeping bad.

I was never the type of person to cry a lot. But recently… i was crying because of Chris. But I hate him. Yet he was making me cry, wishing that he was here to comfort me

I hum a tune that’s been stuck in my head.

I just wanna rub my eyes harshly, and just start crying again. I’ve been dreaming of Chris. All in different scenarios.

Sometimes we fucked, cuddled, or even argued. Other times he was with charlotte; or someone else. And other times I was with someone else and saw him in the corner of my eyes.

I’ve been sleeping bad at night, so occasionally I’d have naps after school. Wich didn’t really help much since I’d dream again.

I sigh staring back at myself. And it feels like the more I stare into the mirror, the more my face morphs and changes. That doesn’t look like me.

I purse my lips. My hands slam on my vanity as I aggressively get up.

I let out a harsh sigh moving away from the vanity.

I get a notification from my phone, notifying me that my Uber is here. I snap out of my trance. Honestly I’m so glad that that caught me off guard because I actually might’ve broken that mirror if it hadn’t.

I grab my tiny handbag and shove my phone into it. Then I just walk outside.

Once I’m in the Uber again I drift away in thought.

Chris had done nothing but mess with me, since I’ve known him. Since forever.

Now I’m in my tiny dress, my ass probably showing slightly when I walk, and I’m gonna get laid from someone other than Chris.

Maybe I can obsess over someone else.

And maybe I can finally remember that Chris is not the only human with a dick. And not the only one who can use it.

Before I knew it we were already there. I could hear the slight music from outside blaring into the car.

I tip the dive and finally get out the car.

I heard the car speed say behind me. While the house party in front of me had loud obnoxious music playing.

I swing open the door. I sigh at the tight crowd of people and just decide to card through them.

I’m getting Deja vu from this really. But last time I’d been here I’d seen Chris almost fuck charlotte, and than proceed to fuck me.

Chris..

Chris?

I raise an eyebrow staring back at a person across the room. He was dancing a solo cup already in his hand.

Okay so I was extremely late, so what.

I need to stop going to parties ‘fashionably’ late. By the time I arrive everyone is already wasted.

I purse my lips pushing through the drunk teenagers to get to the kitchen. From where I was standing I could still see Chris.

I need to stop thinking about him.

But how could I do that when he is just a few feet away, probably drunk and dancing with charlotte.

I turn to the counter grabbing some random liquor and pouring it into a, presumably, clean solo cup.

I down half of it in seconds. I need to feel the rush. I need to get drunk.

Honestly I could go looking for Ethan, but than I’d probably hang out with him in the backyard and smoke all light. Or I could find myself some good dick.

★ ★ ★

After a good few drinks I was dancing with some dude. I don’t know his name, and I don’t care to.

This would be a simple hook up.

Before I know it he starts to guide me outside mumbling something to me about how we can fuck at his house.

And honestly I don’t know why I let him drag me out of the party.

I don’t really want to hook up with him, I want Chris. But I won’t stop him either. I don’t care to.

Suddenly we stop walking. And within seconds I feel his hands off of me, and a loud cry echo through the night air.

I turn around to see what’s happening.

It was Chris. He’d punched my possible hook up guy. My mouth falls open. I want to say something. To tell Chris to fuck off and leave. But I want Chris.

I don’t pay attention for one second and suddenly the guy is on top of Chris beating him up.

I can see from their faces that Chris had gotten a few punches in too though. The guy was taller and bigger than Chris. And I remember something about him being an American football player or something.

Chris manages to flip them around beating up the guy. They wrestle on the ground while I just stand there stupidly and watch.

My drunk brain was processing this way too slow.

Suddenly I see Ethan come into my field of view trying to separate the two on the ground, without getting involved.

I feel another presence next to me. And it’s charlotte. The girl looks as shocked as me. but she also looks more sober.

I snap out of my trance, my slow brain having finally caught up.

I put a hand on Ethan’s shoulder to tell him to back off. And once he does I pull them apart. And they let me.

I yell at both of them about how stupid they are to make a scene like this. Both of them look down in shame.

I turn fully standing in front of the random dude. I slap him across the face and tell him to fuck off.

After that everything is a blur really. Once I somehow got Chris to my house, and up the stairs without waking my siblings, we stand in my bathroom.

Chris is sitting on the closed toilet seat. I sprint downstairs really quick to get him some ice, because, half his face was definitely going to be blue by tomorrow.

Once I’m back I put some alcohol on a cotton pad gently dapping it in his skin as he occasionally takes in harsh breaths.

“Why would you hit him?”

I sigh. That’s the first question I’ve asked since we’ve gotten here.

He holds the ice on his cheek, while I tend to a wound on his forehead. He wasn’t cut up too badly though. It was just a fist fight after all.

“Because he was going to take advantage of you” he scoffs as if the answer to that was obvious.

I purse my lips. Honestly I was subjecting myself to it. I was literally begging for anything, I would’ve been fine with that.

“You had no right to intervene.” I purse my lips. I take the alcohol from the sink and put it back in its place in the cabinet.

I help him up. Chris wasn’t walking bad, I just wanted to touch him.

We walk to my bedroom where he sits down on the bed, and I once again stand between his legs.

I take the ice out of his hands to look at his cheek to see how bad the damage is.

And after a moment I feel his arms wrap around my waist. He berries his non-bruised cheek into my stomach.

“You don’t get it cherry” he sighs, relaxing more as he touches me. “He was looking at you in a weird way.”

“Like what?” I ask. My hand goes to his head. I card my fingers through his messy brown hair.

“Like an object.” He mumbles so lowly, I barely even understand it.

“Oh and you don’t?”

The question is asked flatly. I just look down at him blankly not thinking anything of it.

“No.” He pulls away to look up at me. He looks at me like he is insisting he’s telling the truth.

“I may be rude, but I never look at you like you’re an object.” He scoffs at the accusation. He rolls his eyes hard.

“You don’t?” I ask flatly, not bothering to even act surprised. As much as in hate Chris, he doesn’t treat me bad. Necessarily. He’s just a dick.

He grumbles disagreements turning his face fully into my stomach as he keeps holding me closer.

He starts to complain about his head hurting, and how he fought someone for me and whatever.

I pull him off of me slightly. I was still holding the ice in my hand. It was a bunch of ice cubes I had put together onto some towel.

I slowly sink to my knees between Chris’ legs. I look up at him through my lashes.

“Want me to take your mind off of things baby?”

I ask in a mildly mocking way. But I was dead serious.

Chris lets out a shaky breath. He tugs his shirt off, quickly throwing it off to the side. “Please” he sighs out.

I tug at his belt trying to undo it slowly, to tease him more.

“God I’ve missed you so much.”

His breaths are shaky. His eyes close for a moment. He was getting so worked up and bothered already.

“Have you?” I ask teasingly. He purses his lips slightly staring down at me. He undoes the button on his jeans and finally slides them down.

I help him take them off fully. Then I toss them away.

I look up at him watching him, as he sat only in his boxers in front of me.

“Fuck, you gonna be all submissive like last time?” I mock still looking up at him.

“Cherry, don’t tease please.” He sighs looking down at me.

I stand up quickly and turn to face away from him. Since the dress was a halter dress. I pull my hair to my from teasingly.

“Be a sweetheart and undo this for me real quick.” I don’t wait for long. His hands find my upper back undoing the string of the halter.

I turn back around again letting the top fall, revealing my lacy bra underneath.

I wiggle the dress around a little bit to slide it down. I slip out of it and then kick it away. I was standing in front of him in my matching lacy bra and thong sent.

His eyes trail my body. He looks hungry and needy. Looking submissive as ever.

I lean down to help him take his boxers off. And once he does I sit back down between his legs.

I look up at his dick. And it’s the only one I’ve seen in a while. It’s the only one that I’ve ever found pretty.

Never thought that was possible. But here we are.

The tip was the same red as he has on his cheeks. He was painfully hard and it had pre cum leaking.

I cup it in my hand starting to teasingly slowly jerk him off. “Y/n/n, cherry, please” he whines loudly, to wich I stop my movements.

“Chris” I hiss under my breath my expression harsh. I slap his thigh for a moment to catch his attention. I squeeze his cock lightly.

“My siblings are home. Shut the fuck up”

I hiss. Usually I wouldn’t mind, but my siblings are younger than me. 4 and 5 years. Me being 18, they’re 14 and 13. They don’t need to hear my childhood friend that they have also known for ages get fucked.

“Sorry, sorry” he huffs under his breath. I watch as Chris leans back in his arms looking down at me.

I take one of the ice cubes from the ice in the towel. I then proceed to put it right on his aching tip.

He flinches at the contact of the cold ice in his burning hot skin. I grin at the reaction, watching the way his dick twitches.

“You’re such a tease” he scoffs, to wich I just chuckle.

I drag the ice cube down his shaft before putting it back on the towel with the other few ice cubes. I knew it was gonna melt but honestly I couldn’t care less.

I start to jerk him off slowly again. I lean down to place a peck on the tip, and then proceed to suck him off slowly.

I swirl my tongue only keeping the tip in and staying teasingly slow.

I hear Chris let out a sharp huff, throwing his head back.

“Come on, ma” he says under his breath. His hand snakes into my hair, Slightly gripping at it. And then he harshly pushes me down, making me deep throat him for a second.

I choke on it for a second. Chris starts to move my head, yanking on my hair. I was deep throating him roughly.

I keep my hands on his thighs and pull off. “Don’t” I huff pushing away his hand from my hair, And then smoothing it down again.

I go back to licking a teasing stripe up his shaft, before I go back to deepthroating him, jerking off what I can’t fit in my mouth.

“Ma- I’m-“ he sighs. He was leaning back on his arms his head thrown back. He was trying so hard to keep his moans and groans minimal and as quiet as possible.

I pull off and chuckle. I kiss up his sensitive shaft while looking up at him. Then I get up and hover over him.

I connect our lips in a deep passionate kiss. And while I continue kissing him I lean over starting to straddle him.

Still while kissing him, I start to slowly sink down on his length making both of us moan.

When he bottomed out in me I pull away. My hands go to his shoulders as I just sit there for a moment.

My cunt was aching at the stretch. I had to get used to it again, since we hadn’t hooked up in a while.

I haven’t hooked up with anyone other than Chris in a while. And the last time I had it was not nearly as pleasurable as when I did it with Chris.

“So good for me, baby” I mumble under my breath leaning in more as I wrap my arms around his neck.

His hands trail over my thighs to my hips to hold me.

“Just for you ma.” He mumbles back. We’re so close I can feel his soft breath in my face. He just looks so kissable right now. With his lips plump and swollen like that.

“Oh yeah? Didn’t get pussy from someone else, hm?” I say again my tone low and harsh.

I start to gently grind into him. His hands on my hips don’t stop me or help me either.

“Fuck-“ Chris’ breaths are heavy as he tries to keep his voice low. “You’re the only girl I’ve been fucking.” He admits lowly, the blush on his cheeks only deepen.

“Oh, am I?” I mock as I start to slowly lift myself. I start to ride him, his hands on my hips only being there to steady my movements.

“God- you’re gorgeous” he breaths out staring up at me. His eyes stay locked on mine.

One of His hands starts to trail up my side. And once he reaches my bra, he pulls my body closer to him so he has better access to undo it.

Both his hands back down to my waist now actually helping me ride him harder.

I clench my teeth my moans coming out as sharp breaths as I try to keep quiet. I’m doing a better job than Chris is though.

I put a hand on his mouth to muffle his groans further.

“God- you’re doing so good for me baby.” I pant under my breath, still trying to keep as quiet as possible. My hips pick up pace even more. I continue moving, his tip pressing against my cervix repeatedly.

He mumbles back an agreement, my hand still keeping him quiet.

I continue to ride him at a harsh pace until I feel the knot in my stomach get tighter, ready to snap.

“Chris- I’m so close-“ I breathe out trying to keep myself from moaning.

Chris gently takes my hand from his face putting his own hand on my mouth to muffle my sounds.

“C’mon ma, come for me” he bites his lip. leaning back slightly, he watches as I do all the work. “Go on, get off on my cock”

My pace starts to become more messy and uncontrolled. Chris was also not helping, doing nothing except keeping his hands on my face.

With a muffled moan I slam myself down one last time. My head falls forward as I feel my orgasm wash over me. I feel warm and so relieved.

He takes his hand from my mouth, he then leads me to him by my neck and presses our lips together.

His hands both go back to My waist. just holding my body close to his.

I could still feel him rock hard in me. I knew we weren’t done, but I was appreciating the break.

Chris pulls me off gently and picks me up. He turns us around so he is on top of me.

Us fucking in missionary was always rare as hell. Because we’re there for the benefits. -And according to Chris, he hates my face so much he doesn’t want to see it.

well at least that’s what he used to tell me.

He slides his dick through my folds, before slowly pushing in.

I sigh feeling him fill me up again.

In our enemies with benefits situation we never did anything that felt intimate. The sex felt like sex, and not love. And that’s how it worked. It was good like that.

But like this, Chris, his blue eyes staring right into mine. The way he kept his hand at the curve of my waist, his other hand holding him up placed next to my head.

We were so close, I could practically feel him breathing on my face.

This felt so intimate, like something we, as people who hate each other, shouldn’t be doing

And that’s exactly what it was.

Well I guess we already made the first mistake when we first hooked up.

We were never meant to be. Not like that. Not like this.

So why did it feel so good though?

“You good ma?”

Have I been staring? Probably. But how can I help myself when he is so close to me, looking ever so handsome.

“I’m good. Please move” I whine trying to keep my voice low.

He sinks down, his face burying in the crook of my neck as he starts to move. All slow and sensual.

we barely ever did missionary, and when we did, his face was as far away from mine as possible. But right now it seemed like he was trying to be as close to me as possible.

He occasionally groans into my skin, sending tingles down my spine and right to my aching core. I try to keep my voice low, but still let a few soft moans slip.

“Y/n?” He says abruptly. He keeps up the slow sensual thrust, keeping himself buried deep. Yet he sits up slightly, his forearm next to my head holding him up.

“Mhm?” I say lowly not really trusting my voice.

Our eyes lock. Chris swallows. My eyes trail his features, trailing down to his chest, to his lips and back to his eyes again.

“Can I come in you?”

I raise my eyebrow at the question. Usually we used condoms. I mean I’m on the pill but according to Chris he ‘doesn’t want to take any risk’. But recently we had done it like that more than we had since the whole arrangement started.

“ ‘corse” I mumble back.

And before I know it Chris is picking up pace. He doesn’t move back, keeping himself hovering right above me our eyes connected.

My core was aching from all the over stimulation. So I shudder when he picks up pace.

He still keeps his strokes sensual and deep. I moan lightly, cautiously keeping my voice low.

He re-adjusts my legs, wrapping them around his torso for a deeper angle.

He picks up pace even more. I throw my head back at the overwhelming pleasure, my eyes closing, my mouth falling open in a silent moan.

Chris doesn’t even bother to make me look back at him. He just lets me enjoy this, and watches. Watches the way I look with my head thrown back in euphoria.

“Chris, Chris- chris-“ I keep my voice low but the more I chant his name the higher and squeakier my voice gets.

Chris takes that as a telltale sign that I’m close, but so was he.

He cups my mouth shutting me up. or atleast muffling my moans and whines.

He picks up pace even more. My eyes go back to meet his, my eyebrows scrunched in pleasure.

I tap his wrist to tell him I’m close. He licks his lips. Of course he knew I was close without me telling him.

His hand stays firmly on my mouth, keeping me quiet. “You’re doing so good, cherry”

His other hand goes to my clit in order to finish me off quicker. He rubs it harshly.

Suddenly I throw my head back again, clenching around him. I feel my release wash over me again.

He keeps pounding into me. But his thrusts get more sloppy and uncontrolled. Until his hips stutter. He gives me one last thrust before his spurts of cum shoot into me.

My legs are tense around his torso from the overwhelming pleasure.

I feel warm and so filled. It felt way more intimate than the countless times we’ve hooked up before.

And the fact that he stays there, collapses on top of me, his face in my neck, gently kissing, And not moving off, only made this feel even more intimate.

After a long while of just cuddling, and being in each other’s presence, Chris sits up. He gently and slowly pulls out, making me wince at the loss of contact.

He stares down at my cunt for what feels like a long time. Until his pointer and middle finger meet it again. Pushing the seed that was leaking out of me back in.

“Chris” I hiss my body shooting up. I was now half sitting my arm propping me up, my other hand going to circle his wrist to stop him from moving his hand.

“Awe poor baby does that hurt?” He huffs in a slight mocking tone. But for once it doesn’t seem menacing.

“Yes. don’t do that” I roll my eyes.

He chuckles at the sassy tone. “Well I gotta make sure you don’t waste it.” He sasses right back.

Chris already prepared for the worst outcome.

“I’m still on the pill.” I huff. I then slowly pull his fingers out of me, seeing the way they were covered in a whole lot of our mixed juices.

He chuckles popping his fingers into his mouth.

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A/N: I loved writing this series. But it’ll probably only have one more chapter (so 5 in total). This was my first ever series, and it was so fun to write. Love y’all. My dms & req are open 🩷

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[lexisecretaccx]

A+ Student Pt.4

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(Fem reader, bit of angst.. ish? suggestive, dramaa , got a lot to catch up on so this is a pretty long part😚 you guys deserve it tho, not proofread!)

Summary: Y/n is a great student in her college, always getting good grades. Her college professor Matt, thinks she can get even higher ones with some “extra credit.” That is until she meets her new gym teacher..

(Quick little note: hey guys I haven’t written in a while so I may be a bit rusty but I hope it’s ok)

“How’d you get here so early?” Lizzy walks up to me, I’m sat on the bench where Chris’ stuff was previously. “Oh I.. I came in here at break to get ready before everyone.. I feel insecure for anyone to see me getting dressed.” I lie through my teeth, less than half hour ago the exact person who is teaching us this gym class was balls deep inside of me.

“You are stunning y/n,” Liz chuckles “no need to be insecure but okay.” She side hugs me gently. As the class fills up Chris walks through the door from the cupboard, the exact one we were.. you know. His eyes dart to mine and I awkwardly smile. “Okay girls, we have an important choice to make..” he starts to speak.

“You have a choice between what you wanna do in gym class, basketball with me or soccer with Ms Jones.” He clears his throat, “so uh.. stand on this side of the room if you wanna do basketball, and that side for soccer.” He points and shrugs. I stand up and follow Lizzy, she starts to walk to the Soccer side and I pause.

“Y/n? You love soccer right? Come on.” She smiles, “I’d rather.. step outside my comfort zone, you know.. push myself to try something new.” I smile enthusiastically, but the truth is I just wanna see Chris more. “Oh okay! I’m good at basketball I’ll do it with you.” She walks back over to me.

There’s about 8 girls on the basketball side and the rest are standing for soccer. I guess they’d rather have a female teacher, I would too if my teacher wasn’t so hot, but it’s pretty bare I don’t know how we’d do with 4v4 in basketball. “You won’t like this..” Chris talks to the class, interrupting my thoughts. “We have to mix the female and male classes,” complaints fill the gym.

“I know, I know you guys don’t like it but, because of the work being done on the boys gym, the boys need to come into here. Temporarily, and then the class can go back to normal and we won’t have to split it.. okay?” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. All of a sudden, the boys pile into the gym.

Chris explains what either options are and all the boys start to pick a side. It’s fairly equal in the end, either side having a good amount of us but I start to feel anxious at the difference in how many girls are doing basketball compared to soccer. There’s a good 20 boys on this side.

The other group goes to the soccer field and we stay put. I get budged by a boy, he’s gotta be at least 6ft. “Ouch.” I mutter, he turns around to face me and I realise just how tall he is, the height difference is too different I don’t like it. “You alright? Sorry my friends push eachother around.” He chuckles awkwardly.

“I’m okay thanks.” I go to turn away and his hand places on the side of my arm, I tilt my head in confusion. “What’s your name? I haven’t seen you around.” He smiles, his brown eyes looking down at me. “I’m y/n, I tend to keep to myself.” I shrug. “I’m Mason.” He looks me up and down, “how tall are you?” He laughs lightly.

“I’m 5ft 3.. why?” I smile nervously. “I’m just worried how you’d do with a bunch of 6ft something boys playing basketball. You’re the shortest here.” He laughs. I hold back a smile, “I’ll be good. Bye Mason.” I rolls my eyes and I feel his gaze burning into me as I walk to Lizzy. “Flirting much?” She smirks, “no.. he’s not my type.” I shrug.

“Hmm sure.” She laughs slightly, I look over and see Chris looking at me, he turns his head to face the boys putting up the basketball hoops. I smile to myself, “ohh.” She whispers, drawing my attention to her, “hm?” She grins, “you like the teacher? I thought you liked Professor Sturniolo?” I shrug and sigh.

“Right let’s get into teams, we need two captains to pick the people for their team..” Chris spoke, “what about you Mason?” He scans the room, “no girls wanna be captain? Okay then Will you can be the other.” He smiles. His perfect smile.. perfect teeth. “Y/n.” Mason says my name and I look up to him, “what?” I awkwardly look around, “I want you on my team.” He looks down at me.

I look around, I’m the second person he’s picked.. why me? I know nothing about basketball and I’m not even his friend. “Oh.. okay.” I walk over to him. I see Chris glaring in the corner of my eye.

The teams get picked, Mason picked Lizzy because she’s my best friend, Which is nice I guess. They start to play, I don’t know much on basketball and I freeze when 5 boys rush past me to get the ball. “You okay?” Lizzy calls to me, she’s lucky she’s a tall girl. 5’9, she can keep up with them but I look like a lost puppy.

“No.” I say back to her and she chuckles before pointing next to me frantically, I turn and a basketball comes plowing into my face. I freeze again, not wanting to embarrass myself by crying but that fucking hurt like a motherfucker. I feel tears build in my eyes and Chris runs over to me, “hey you good?” He speaks softly and calmly, hands on my shoulders.

“I..” I go to answer but I just start crying. Without thinking he pulls me into his chest and hugs me. The sounds of feet scuffing on the ground stops, “you’re okay, just a scratch.” He smiles as I pull away from the hug and he turns my face, holding my cheek and observing the scratch. It feels like nobody’s here, it’s just us. Until..

“Everything good in here?” Its.. Matts voice? Chris’ hands drop off of me and all the other people are watching me. I feel nervous as Matt walks up to us, “I don’t have a class, thought I’d watch my brother teaching.” He spoke falsely as his eyes meet mine. “She ok?” He’s talking as if I’m not there. “Uh yeah.. gonna need to clean the scratch though.” Chris awkwardly chuckles.

“I can take her to clean it? Maybe she can explain how she walked out my class earlier.” He smiles, and a few ooos come from people around me. “Uh yeah okay.” Chris says, but I know deep down he doesn’t want me alone with Matt.

“Come on.” Matt motions me to walk with him. “Distracted in class?” He spoke up, breaking the short silence. “Uh no. I wasn’t looking and it came out of nowhere.” I shrug. “At least Chris was there to give you a little comfort hm?” He spoke harshly and sarcastically. I just hum in response.

“Where’d you go when you stormed out of class?” He turns into the janitors closet, where the med kits are kept and I follow. “To the bathroom.” I lie, “don’t lie to me y/n.” He sits me down on a stool and grabs a med kit off the shelf. “I’m not..” he cuts me off by shushing me. “You went to gym class didn’t you? Wanted to practice? I bet you weren’t practicing basketball were you?” He hisses as he leans down with an alcohol wipe in his hand.

“I.. what do you” I breathe in sharply as he pushes the wipe on my face without warning, the stinging causing my eyes to water. “Ow.” I look up at him, blue eyes burning into mine. “You think I didn’t try to find you after you didn’t come back? I did.” He seems hurt.. does he know? He grips my chin and turns my head to get better access to the scratch which is bleeding lightly.

“What do you mean?” I speak innocently and he groans. “You’re a slut.” He smirks, “fucking slut.” He stands up and bins the wipe. “A slut? What do..” he cuts me off, “stop asking me what I mean y/n. You know exactly what I’m saying, you and Chris were.. practicing in the gym closet hm?” He sighs. My face goes red.

“I didn’t.. you were flirting with that new girl, I just..” I also sigh, he scoffs, “flirting? Don’t turn this on me, I wouldn’t have done anything with her but you? You brought it upon yourself to..” he grumbles as his eyebrows knit together, “well if you don’t want anything with me why should it matter? You said it yourself, you don’t wanna lose your job.” I smirk.

“I thought you wanted me y/n.. me.” His voice cracks slightly but he collects himself and leans against a shelf. “I’m a college student Matt, I’m gonna fuck as many people as I want and can, don’t take it personal.” I laugh. “You don’t get it y/n..” “no you don’t get it Matt.. I wanted you, so badly, I still do but Chris? He hasn’t treated me like shit.” I lean my head back.

“I’m sorry y/n. I just love my job I don’t wanna lose it.” He whispers, “you’ve made that clear professor Sturniolo. Thanks for helping with this scratch.” I get up and walk out the closet. He follows after me. I’m being dramatic I know, I’m making this about me, it’s his job and he loves it I shouldn’t try to get it the way but.. “Maybe I could show you that I do care?” He whispers as he catches up with me. “What do you..” I look at his face, his pupils have dilated and he’s smirking.

“Oh..” I turn to him, “what changed your mind?” I chuckle lightly, “I imagined Chris’ face when I tell him I fucked you better than he did.” He whispers his face full of lust, I fight my instincts to kiss him, because of cameras. “you really shouldn’t be so competitive.” I smile as I continue to walk. “Where can we go?” He mumbles.

“I’m not doing it with you right now, I’m still worn out from.. basketball?” I lie even though Matt knows what I mean, there’s a janitor at the end of the corridor. “Oh okay.” He fake pouts as I turn into the gym, “I’ll text you.” I smile before we part ways.

As I enter the gym, Chris walks up to me. “All good now?” He asks, tilting his head. “Yeah.” I smile lightly before I walk up to Lizzy, “you seem happy?” She laughs, “yep all good.” I feel someone’s hand on my shoulder and they turn me around. Mason, I forgot about him. “I’m so sorry, on behalf on James. Your cheek okay?” His hand hovers over the fading scratch.

I pull away from him, “yeah it’s okay thanks, maybe get James to apologise to me himself instead of you.” I look over at James, who waves awkwardly. “Copy that.” Mason spoke, stifling a chuckle. “Why are you laughing?” I ask, “Im sorry it’s just.. don’t worry.” He pats my shoulder and walks away.

Lizzy goes to say something but I stop her, “don’t. I’m not into him.” She laughs, “he’s into you though, why aren’t you into him? He’s tall, brunette, brown eyes, strong.. he’s the whole package.” I huff, “if he’s so amazing why don’t you ask him out?” I speak impatiently. “Because I’m.. I’m uh not into tall people.” She chuckles awkwardly.

“There.. you aren’t into his height and I’m not into his.. everything.” I smile softly.

Class ends and we sit in the gym, “wanna skip Math?” Lizzy speaks up, budging my arm to get my attention. “Where would we go?” I ask curiously, “the bathrooms? We can make a fake out of order sign and chill in there.” I laugh and grab her face, “Lizzy you genius!” I bring our faces close before letting go.

She clears her throat, “they don’t even use out of order signs anymore, they write it on paper it’s easy to copy.” She smiles at me and I quickly pull out my notebook, I hand her the notebook and a pen and she scribbles down “out of order.” She grabs tape out of her bag and sticks it on the top.

We run to the bathroom and stick the note on a door and sit in the cubicle. She sits on the toilet seat and I’m on the top of the toilet, where the flush is. My legs are either side of her and I accidentally kick her. “Sorry.” I whisper.

We hear someone enter the door and they start talking, “I’m telling you, I would climb him like a tree, have you seen his tattoos?” It’s the new girl, Kelly. “Not my type Kel.” Some girl speaks back, “yeah you love stuffing yourself full of bbc don’t you.” Kelly laughs loudly, “don’t say it like that, but.. basically yeah.” They start to giggle.

“Also how can you have a crush on a teacher? That’s like weird.” The other girl spoke, me and Lizzy are staying silent. “Yeah I wouldn’t do anything with him, I wish I could but maybe I’ll hit him up once we’re out of college.” She laughs, and they leave the bathroom.

She was talking about Matt.

A/n: ooooo, drama. Sorry for the long break, my posting is gonna be pretty messed up because your girl has appointments😚 but anyways.. y’all know I love to add to the plot so we’re plotting super hard rn, I need to feed y’all, ur basically my children fr<3 anyways I’ll stop yapping but dw you may get some Matt smut soon? Whattttt🙈 Also who tf is Mason bro💀 bros obsessed.

Anyway hope it was ok, I haven’t written in ages.

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[55sturn]

hi, may i please request a fic abt Chris adopting a little animal? any kind of animal is fine. thank you

✮ WELCOME HOME!

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis: in which chris and his girlfriend, y/n, decided to adopt a cat from a nearby pet

warnings: none aside from swearing! total fluff!

THIRD PERSON POV

chris and y/n had began to feel like their apartment was rather…empty. it was just the two of them for the most part, side from the revolving door of friends and family that were constantly in and out.

but when the sky was dusted with specks of dusk and nightfall, the stars starting peak through, and it was just the two of them cuddled up on the couch, it felt lonely. like something was missing.

so when y/n proposed the idea of getting a pet, chris was ecstatic. and so began the hunt for the perfect pet for the two of them. they wanted one that fit their personalities and dynamic, although they’d be completely content with a senior pet too, making a happy home for the animal to live the rest of its life in.

as the couple walked toward the shelters door, the two of them were sort of nervous but ultimately excited. y/n was cherishing the domesticity of it all. there was something about adopting a pet with the person you love that felt so incredibly warm and comfortable.

“i want an orange cat.” chris giggled, swinging his and y/n’s interlocked hands between their bodies.

“of course you do, i wouldn’t expect you to want any other type of cat or pet. well maybe i’d expect you to want something insane like a baby rhino or a full grown giraffe.” y/n laughed, watching as chris’ eye sparkled with mischief at the idea of having an unusual pet.

“a baby rhino as a pet would be sick as fuck. completely fucked up but sick as fuck as like a guard animal or whatever.” chris joked as they reached the front entrance.

“i would be terrified of it.” she giggled, walking through the door as chris held it open for her, they were happily greeted by an older dog that wandered around the front.

the two sat with him, petting him and kissing his head as chris talked about how much the older dog made him miss trevor who was back home with his parents.

the two walked through the aisles of the shelter, soon approaching the door that led to the kennel area. chris pulled it open, walking through and holding it open for y/n before lacing his fingers through hers.

“do you think a dog would be too high maintenance for us right now?” y/n hummed, her head resting against chris’ biceps as they stood and watched the dogs sit excitedly in their kennels.

“yeah i think so, i think if we were to get a dog, it’d have to be a more chill breed or an older dog that just needs love and attention y’know?”

“yeah.”

they continued their walk-through, interacting with as many of the dogs as they could before turning and following the walkway to the section where the cats were kept. as they meandered through, laughing as some of the cats asked for their attention while others looked at them, cocked their heads before going back to whatever they were doing.

y/n was about to turn back to the dogs, thinking they would get away with an older one, when an orange cat meowed and stuck its paw through the metal gate. crouching down she peered into the kennel, finding the six month old kitten excitedly clawing at the gate.

“chris come here.” y/n giggled, sticking her finger through one of the spaces and watching as the kitten nuzzled her finger.

“oh my god he’s so cute.” chris cooed, copying his girlfriend’s actions and petting the cat. the two played with the kitten through the gate until a worker stumbled across them.

“would you guys like to take him out of his kennel?”

“we were actually wondering if we could adopt him?”

“yeah, of course! i’ll just take him out of the kennel so you can hold him and we’ll bring him up to the front!” the lady smiled, handing the couple the kitten before grabbing his registration card out the holder underneath the kennel.

chris smiled as he watch his girlfriend cradle the kitten as if it were a human baby, laughing as she cooed and whispered at him, petting his head, watching as the kitten began loudly purring as she scratched beneath his chin.

“what do you wanna name him?” chris hummed against the side of her head as he slung his arm over her shoulders, the two of them following lazily behind the worker as she led them toward the front counter.

“torn between gizmo and charlie.”

“gizmo’s kind of cute and charlie is lowkey basic.” chris laughed making y/n roll her eyes as she set gizmo down on the front counter, while the worker grabbed the couple a bed? a set of dishes, a pink collar which made y/n laugh, and a few toys along with a bag of food.

after paying certain fees and for the few supplies that didn’t come free with the adoption, the couple walked out with the newest addition to their family. gizmo sat calmly in y/n’s lap as she looped the breakaway collar around his neck after adjusting it to the proper size. chris smiled as y/n happily fussed over the tiny baby sitting in her lap.

as the two brought their cat up to their apartment, y/n sighed and smiled as she spoke,

“welcome home giz!”

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[lovesodakid]

sworn to secrecy

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

2 3 4 5 6

summary: chris and y/n have known each other, pretty much their whole lives. y/n has always had a crush on chris. chris always viewed y/n as ‘nate’s little sister’ until one day, he realized, she wasn’t so little anymore…which nate sees..in which. he does not approve whatsoever. (“brothers best friend trope”)

warnings: slight mention of toxic household. shouldn’t be any more than that, if there is, lmk !!

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i groaned as i opened my eyes, fluttering them multiple times so i could adjust to the sunlight hitting my face through my window, lighting up my room and painting a beautiful orange-like color onto my walls from the early morning sunrise. i extend my arm out from under the warm comforter, to turn off my blaring alarm. i move to my side to look over at the alarm as it reads, 6:04am.

i sit up, stretching and yawning as i grumble a few breathless words as i place my feet on the cold hardwood flooring of my bedroom.

i quickly shuffle my way to my closet to grab some clothes to change into. considering it’s the middle of august in boston, it’ll most likely be warm today, so i grab a short sleeve plain white t-shirt and light washed baggy denim jeans. also, of course socks, bra, underwear, the good stuff.

today is the first day of my junior year. which means, it’s the first day of senior year for my annoying brother, nathan doe, and the triplets, whom i’ve known since i was at least 5 years old. i’ve grown up with them. i’ve seen them pick their nose, pee in the pool, and scream that girls have cooties into my face. i’ve witnessed them going on dates for the first time and their first sip of alcohol. i’ve seen it all.

nick is my best friend in the whole wide world. hes the one person who knows every single detail about me. when mine and nate’s parents used to get into fights when we were younger, nick was the first one to distract me from it. i’d bring my barbie’s to the triplets house and play with him, while nate played x-box with matt and chris. speaking of those two, im very close with matt. he and i bonded in my freshman year, when i was discovering what having anxiety meant, so was he. we kind of helped each other along the way, ive always viewed him as a second brother. chris on the other hand? not as a brother.

christopher sturniolo. the guy i’ve had the fattest crush on since the age of 10. below that age, i also thought boys had ‘cooties’. until one day, when i was playing tag with chris on the playground in elementary school.

flashback

i was chasing chris down the sidewalk that separated the playground from the grassy area at recess, when i tumbled over and landed on my hands and knees. which caused my knees and palms to be scrapped up. as i stood up, my knees were slightly bleeding, along with my palm. i guess chris heard that i stopped, he hurried over to where i was.

“are you okay?” chris softly asked.

“n-no.” i softly cried.

he gently picks my right hand up, planting a microscopic kiss on the back of it.“here, i’ll take you to a teacher. okay?” he says, slightly holding onto my elbow.

“okay.” i sniffled.

from that moment. i knew. i liked him.

end of flashback

i sigh at the memory as i finish getting dressed.

once im done, i put on a pair of air force 1’s, and make my way to my vanity. i opt on just putting on some mascara and lip gloss, deciding that i dont want to do a full face of makeup today.

i pick up my hairbrush, slowly brushing out any kinks or knots in it. once im done, i walk towards my bathroom, and brush my teeth.

“hey! are you ready? the triplets are on their way!” nate yells from down the hall.

“yeah! almost! give me 3 more minutes!” i yell with a mouth full of mint toothpaste.

once im done in the bathroom, i make my way into my bedroom, picking up my backpack off the floor, and grabbing my phone off the nightstand. almost as soon as i head toward my bedroom door to open it, i hear a faint honking coming from outside.

“are you ready? they’re here.” nate says to me as i walk down the rigid, old stairs of my house.

“yes.” i say as i walk past him, to outside.

i make my way to the minivan in my driveway, as i walk around to open the door behind the passenger seat. as nate and i get into our usual spots. matts always driving of course. chris in the passenger seat, nick in the middle backseat, me sitting behind chris, and nate sitting behind matt. it’s the ‘unspoken seat chart’ we randomly came up with.

“you guys ready for senior year!” chris yells loudly.

“yes. my last year in this hell hole!” nate exclaims.

nick and matt just say ‘yes’ in unison.

“what about you, kid? you ready for junior year?” chris turns around in his seat to ask me.

“kid” how i hate that nickname.

“uh yeah, sure.” i mumble.

“junior year really isn’t that bad. don’t stress to much over it.” nick whispers to me

after 15 minutes of chris’s loud rap songs giving me a blasting headache, we finally arrive at the school. once we walk in, we all split our ways to head to our first period classrooms. this year, i have english, so i make my way there.

once i get into the room, i head to the seat furthest in the back. as soon as i sit down, the bell rings, signaling it’s time for first period to begin.

“good morning everyone. my name is mrs. steven’s, ill be your english teacher for this year. now let’s go over…” mrs. steven’s speaks to the room full of teenagers.

i allow her words to trail off as my brain blocks her voice out. i hate school. how long until summer break again?

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a/n: okayy sooooo. i know this part is actually so boring and kind of short. idk if this is actually good or not so lmk if you want me to continue. in this story, the triplets and nathan are the same age and y/n is a year younger. ngl, i kinda gave up at the end lowkey, i just wanted to get this part out to see if it’ll be worth writing a whole story over, which i do have a lot a plans for actually. but it’s also 1:30 in the morning so im tired as fuck so.

[sturniololoco]

could i do a SLS where chris and reader are super close and shes kind of dependent on him but when he has to leave for a trip she has trouble seeking out matt and nick for help but it ends up being a cute little bonding experience

Miss Me

Warnings: Crying, nervousness, etc.

Note: Sorry for not being late, I had soccer practice till 7:00!!!

SLS/N's POV

Chris was leaving today to film a podcast with another group of YouTube and social media influencers.

Out of state.

meaning that he would be gone for a couple days.

Anyone who knows me knows how much I love Chris. He has always made me feel comfortable and safe so I always drift towards him. Some say I follow him around, but he doesn't mind my company.

-

Chris gives me a huge hug, picking me up off the ground and spinning me around in the air. I giggle and give him one more squeeze before he hops in the car with Matt, who is driving him to the airport.

after waving them away, Nick and I headed back inside. We sit in the living room, Nick editing on his computer while I turn on the TV, looking for a show.

-

it's difficult being away from Chris, here with Nick, and not talking. He must have noticed my unease because he said,

"c'mere sis." Motioning me over, patting the cushion next to him.

I scramble over to him as he tilts his computer screen to let me watch the video he's editing. As I watch, I cautiously lean my head on his shoulder.

Much to my relief, he wraps his arm around me, bringing me closer to him. I snuggle into his side, soaking in his warmth as I watch the rest of his video.

-

"Hey, Nick?" I say to my older brother. He runs his fingers through my hair as I lay at his side, watching a movie.

"what's up kiddo?" He responds gently, making me feel more comfortable saying,

"I miss Chris already."

He lets out a light sigh, leaning down to kiss the top of my head.

"I know, so do I. But we'll be okay, it's only two days." He responds.

I nod, feeling the sadness pooling in the pit of my stomach.

"I'll tell you what? As soon as he lands, we'll FaceTime him. How does that sound? I nod again, as he smiles at me, his fingers still working through my hair.

Just as I press play on my movie, The front door opens and Matt walks up the stairs, three McFlurries and a brown McDonald's bag in his hands.

I immediately sit up.

"Well isn't someone excited?" Matt says, chuckling, to which I nod.

-

After dinner and a movie later, Nick informs me that Chris should have landed by now. I go over to them and sit in between them, all of us close together trying to get into the tiny frame on the screen.

It rings three times, and then I see Chris's face appear on the screen.

"Hey, you guys!" Chris says,

I smile and reach out to snatch Nick's phone, but almost instantly retract my arms, realizing how rude that was.

"It's okay, you can hold it," Nick says, chuckling and handing me the phone. I smile at Chris and laugh when he makes a silly face at me.

-

The conversation continues between all three of my brothers, Matt now holding the phone. They were talking about Chris's flight and how checking into his hotel went while I was just sitting quietly, listening, simply missing my brother's face.

As they keep talking, I feel my eyes start to grow heavy, and my mind starts to slip in and out of consciousness.

Matt's POV

Nick and I are still talking to Chris on the phone, when all of a sudden, I feel an added weight being put on my shoulder and chest area.

I look down to see SLS/N fast asleep against me. I tilt the phone so Chris can see.

He looks at her and give a soft smile. I can tell he misses his little buddy. As does she.

“tell her good night for me.” He says, waving bye at Nick and I. “Alright man, love you.” I say, hanging up the phone. I look at Nick and put a finger to my lips, signaling for him to be quiet.

I quickly readjusted her position, scooping her up and carrying her like a baby, her head in my shoulder and her arms and legs wrapped around me.

After saying good night to Nick, I walk to me bedroom, laying her down and pulling the covers over her, then getting in beside her.

I see her eyes flutter open, looking nervously around the room.

“Hey your okay, I’m right here kiddo.” I say, grabbing her hand comfortingly.

She looks at me then nods, laying back down and snuggling tight into my chest, falling right back asleep.

SLS/N’s POV

I wake up, pretty early the next morning, still laying next to Matt, who was fast asleep. I look at the clock.

7:30 AM

Chris has his interview in an hour and a half, so I decide to text him.

I sigh, putting my phone down on the table. I feel the emotion rise to my eyes and burning my throat.

I sniffle not wanting to let the tear to come but they come anyway.

All of the sudden, I feel an arm come around my shoulders and grab my hand. I look over to Matt who has his other arm open, welcoming me into a hug, which I gladly accept, the tears going away as he says,

“I know. I miss him too. But he’ll be back tonight!”

I nod as the door opens, revealing Nick, who has a box in his hand.

“Guess who just found out old candy land!!!” He shouts.

-

After a long day of candy land, movies, food, and fun, Matt gets up to go pick up Chris, asking if Nick and I want to join.

We hop up from the couch, practically running to get in the car.

-

As we pull up to the airport drop off, I see Chris walking out the door. As soon as Matt puts the car in park, I’m out the damn door, sprinting to my brother.

He drops his back as I launch myself into his arms, giving him a jump hug.

“Hi! Oh my goodness I missed you so much! But don’t you think this is a little cringey?” He says, hugging me back and chuckling.

I only squeeze him tighter, happy to be in my brothers arms again.

-

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[lambertdiary]

I love your writing so much. I love seeing your posts every day!!! I have a request for Dalton - basically him Chris and readers are at a party and and dalton let loose for once and started drinking. After a few drinks, he gets really touchy with the reader and is all over her and is needy. And is like "I need you" and then you can make it into smut? 🙏

A/N: this one ie heavily inspired by ‘so it goes’ by taylor swift. as always please let me know what you think and if you're not comfortable reading this content feel free to exit my blog! likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫶🏻

Word Count: 1.6k+

Warnings: NSFW, smut, established relationship, alcohol consumption, language (again, if you're not comfortable reading this please keep scrolling)

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So It Goes

Y/N was in her dorm looking through her clothes. She was getting ready to impress her boyfriend and for another dumb party Chris begged them to attend. It was Saint Patrick's Day and apparently it was a tradition for the frat houses to throw a big party, none of them were good though. 

The flier said ‘green outfits were encouraged’ but after trying on a few different outfits, she finally decided on a black dress. She wanted to wear something attractive but not too revealing, just enough to drive Dalton crazy. They had been keeping their relationship a secret from everyone, including Chris, and were planning on keeping it like that for a while. 

“Woah, since when do you dress like that for a frat party?” Chris asked, closing the door behind her.

“Is this too much?” Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, examining her dress choice.

“No!” Chris quickly replied “You look fantastic, I was just surprised to see you in such a beautiful dress for a lame party” 

“Oh, thank you” She smiled at her friend “I don’t know, i have a good feeling about this one”

Chris was pretty much ready too, just finishing up her make up and waiting for Dalton to get there so they could leave together. It was usually like that, for some reason they went to a lot of parties even though they always said they weren’t coming back.

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation and an eager Y/N ran to open it, revealing Dalton on the other side.

His eyes widened as he whispered “Oh wow, Y/N… you look-”

“Dalton, you look like you’re excited to go” Chris said when he noticed his smile.

He instantly blushed and entered the room “Are you guys ready?”

“We have been ready for like 15 minutes, why does it always take you so long to get here?” Chris asked him.

“Less time to be at the party, I guess” Chris rolled her eyes and stood up from her bed, examining her two friends’ outfits noticing they were both dressed in black.

“And how come I’m the only one wearing green?” 

“I have green earrings” Y/N replied, moving her hair to show off her jewelry. They both looked at Dalton, who obviously did not care about the dress code, he just shrugged his shoulders and hoped that wouldn’t become a problem. The two girls rolled their eyes and left the building, forcing him to guide them to their destination. 

They arrived at the ridiculously decorated frat house, already a bunch of frat dudes wandering outside, too drunk to know where they were. 

“Well, this looks promising” Y/N whispered.

“If someone gets sick inside, we’re leaving” Chris mentioned before going in.

They had to admit, this party looked like it had potential, the alcohol table had more options, the dance floor a lot bigger and so far, no weird looking liquids on the floor.

Like always, a group gathered to play stupid drinking games. Passing around shots of who knows what to get started. It started out slow, but after chugging beer out of plastic cups the games got more competitive. 

Y/N and Dalton weren’t paying too much attention to whatever new game the rest of the group was playing, so far their night summed up in sharing lustful looks in the dark and being a little too handsy, double checking their surroundings to make sure they didn’t get caught. 

It went on for a while, until Dalton came up to her and whispered “I need you” Looking around to ensure no one else heard him “Please” He groaned next to her ear. 

She did too, so when they noticed Chris was too busy getting drunk with the others, they sneaked upstairs to find somewhere more private. 

They didn’t have any luck at first, until Dalton finally opened an unlocked door that led to a tiny bathroom. They started kissing as soon as they went in, closing the door behind them. His back was against the wall and he was blindly looking for the lock on the door. 

Moments later, he lifted her up and carried her over to the sink, having a full view of the two of them in the dirty mirror behind her. It escalated quickly, the kisses getting more desperate and the room getting hotter by the second.

“We have to be quick” He breathed in between kisses. Y/N just hummed in response.

She moved to his neck and Dalton’s hands dropped from her face, and his big hands started running up and down her exposed thighs, getting closer to in between her open legs, painfully slowly. Once he reached her underwear he began to run his fingers over it.

“Mhm, Dalton” Y/N hissed at the contact. Hearing her got him more worked up, so he completely got rid of her painties and put it on the back pocket of his jeans, then without even looking he found her clit and started to gently stimulate her, occasionally taking care of the rest of her slit. Y/N was gasping with her mouth wide open and her head was now resting on his shoulder.

Dalton felt his cock twitch in his pants, so he pulled out his wet fingers, ready to unbutton his own pants, until he remembered one more thing they needed to keep going.

“I’ll be right back” Dalton said as he left the bathroom. It only took him like a minute to come back, and he happily showed her a small aluminum package, once again locking the door behind him “I might know where Nick keeps his condoms”

“Ew, that's Nick’s?”

“It’s sealed” He clarified. He went back to stand in between her legs, and without wasting any time , pulled down his pants, just enough to free his throbbing cock. He carefully put on the condom and stroked it a few times before aligning himself with her entrance, slowly pushing in and both of them moaning at the same time. He quickly found a pace that was pleasurable for the both of them.

“Shit” She whispered, with her hand gripping the marble top sink for dear life. Dalton grinned wickedly, pulling her leg so it hooked around his hip. 

He continued to pound into her as she creeped under his shirt and found his bare back, her cold hands making Dalton quiver a little, and he was sure she would be leaving scratches down his back, which drove him crazy. 

Biting his lips as he brushed his hair back “Fuck” A low groan came out of him. His other hand found her clit to help her with her pleasure. At first, rubbing it slowly, but gradually worked at a fast pace that made her stomach tense. Y/N couldn’t do anything else but whimper uncontrollably “Does it feel good, baby?” He asked. 

“Yes” She managed to answer in between moans. Y/N left his back and gripped his shirt for a moment, but then buried her hands in his hair as he thrusted quickly and desperately into her. 

They were completely caught up in the moment, the sound of their moans, the heavy breathing and the slapping of their skin giving away what was going on in that bathroom, but they weren’t worried about if there was someone outside. Y/N tightened her thighs around his waist, bringing him closer to her and causing her dress to ride up her thighs even more “Please- almost there” She breathed. 

Dalton went faster and took a minute to stare at the mirror, meeting with his own gaze and the back of his frenetic girlfriend, he could see her hair move along with his thrust and her ass roll along the top sink. His hand grasped tightly at her skin as he could sense his own orgasm approach. He kept up his rough pace until he could feel her thighs trembling around him. She was squeezing him, alerting him that she was close “Dalton” Y/N cried out.

Her walls pulsate around him as his rhythm becomes more and more desperate. The overstimulation of his fingers on her clit and his cock inside of her became too much, and she finally reached her release. Y/N felt a wave of electricity hit her as her body jerked against him. This made him lean his head forward and rested it on her shoulder, his hot breath hitting her skin as he mumbled a mixture of swears and moans. It didn’t take long for his orgasm to get him, his thrusts became sloppier and his breathing a lot heavier and uneven.

“Shit” He rasped out, leaving her clit and wrapping his arms around her waist, only thrusting a few more times until he felt his cum spill into the condom. After their orgasms ended, he pulled out of her. She met his eyes again and studied his face, noticing the lipstick marks all over his face and neck.

She giggled and ran her thumb over the stained marks “We have to clean up” She said, before pulling him in for a kiss. They cleaned up and fixed their hair and clothes before coming out, but Y/N felt like she was forgetting something “Dalton…” She started, but stopped when she spotted her underwear hanging from his back pocket. Y/N softly hit his back and grabbed her own panties “Why do you have these on your pocked?” 

“I didn’t want them to touch the dirty bathroom floor, did you?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. She rolled his eyes at him and quickly put them on “Come on, let’s find Chris before she finds us”

[fhrlclln]

hey, I'm not sure if your requests are open, but if they are, I'd like to request a eddie x reader :) reader is best friends with chrissy, but still shy & in the background. i'd love some intense & oblivious mutual pining between eddie&y/n & friends to lovers. Chrissy knows about y/ns feelings bc it's really obvious, tries to include eddie to kinda make them spend time together, y/n is jealous bc she thinks eddie is only interested in chrissy, so maybe some friendshipangst but happy end <3

eddie munson x shy!fem! reader + mutual pinning

hellloooo anon !! my requests are open just for untitled small-ish (actually lengthy) imagines & blurbs!! not the oneshots (those are usually up to 5k words)

i do hope you like this !! <3

kinda suggestive in the ending ;>

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it was kind of awkward at first.

you’ve always been the quiet and reserved type of girl. shy in most parts when it comes to social interactions, you’ve always stayed inside of your comfort zone, still afraid to come out. nothing was wrong with that! it’s just that sometimes— you wish you were more than this quiet best friend of chrissy cunningham’s. yes, chrissy the head of the cheer team. chrissy the kind and sweet girl of hawkin’s high. chrissy was an amazing best friend, she was the only person who could understand your comfort of silence, being understanding and never judging why you were like this. it’s just you.

and here you are, school ending, linked arm to arm with her as she talks side to side with eddie munson. eddie munson, the supposed ‘freak’ of hawkins high. the devil worshipper, the drug dealer— the dnd club leader and dungeon master— stated by dustin. eddie’s a sweet guy since the first you’ve met him in class. he’s a class clown, likes to goof around the teacher’s back, intimidates maybe some few students with his style, fucks around with jason carver and sometimes causes a havoc inside of the cafeteria. he’s funny, good-looking, kind and—

you like him. yes, you have a crush on him since day one. the day since he had absently helped you clean up the classroom after hours. you two spoke, only for a bit, but you got hooked since the moment he made you laugh. and that was it— he probably doesn’t remember that moment but that set the course of your secret crush on him. which is a crucial secret you’ve harbored today— or so.

“it’ll be cool! this’ the one time to get you girls a peek of what i actually do for fun than sell shit here.” he shrugs, walking backwards as chrissy rolls her eyes at him. you only let a small smile on, seeing the interaction between them. “and i swear to you, chris’. gareth rocks the drums, no kiddin’, total badass.”

“you want us? me and y/n to go to your gig inside of a bar, eddie? do you know how’ll that look like?” she laughs as eddie shrugs, completely unaware how that’ll look. two girls inside of a bar, full of drunk men. to say, it was very surprising the queen of hawkins high had befriended the boy, unexpected it to you as well.

“i don’t know. well, makes our five person crowd turn into seven, which is better—“

“and haven’t you thought of the creeps and drunks in there for us?” she raises a brow as eddie scoffs at that. looking smug.

“please! if you’re worried about jackasses getting up on ‘ya, you have four men on guard and that includes me.” he gestures to himself proudly as chrissy sighs.

“c’mon, chris’! loosen up a little, get drunk while we play and it’ll be the best night of your lives!” eddie roared, earning a few snickers and glares from the students passing by. he didn’t care about that as you watched him dearly, whilst chrissy was shaking her head. admiring his smirk and eagerness for you two— well, maybe just for chrissy, to come.

“eddie. as much as i like to go to your gig tonight. i just don’t think—“

“oh, c’mon. we’ve hanging out since— since, you’ve been pulling me to your hang outs. isn’t it my time to ask you to hang-out?” eddie hummed as he walked along side now. putting his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets. you stared ahead, letting them talk with one another. a little sting in your heart that you wished eddie would have that same energy to you. mostly he’d just acknowledge you were there beside chrissy, they were close as you can tell. you didn’t know if it was you or not— but certainly you knew he’s got eyes for your best friend. isn’t everyone?

as hurtful as it is to your feelings for him, you just bottled it up knowing none will happen otherwise. eddie was kind to you, that was most important, and you were fine being the extra in the little tension between chrissy and him. you just wished you were more outgoing to match his personality— but fate was like this. you’d accept it, not wanting to hope for more— hope for him to look at you like he looks at chrissy. you could feel the bitter taste in your tongue as you swallowed up the heartbreak inside of you. you just wished you were… more. 

“earth to y/n? hello?” a pair of fingers snapping in front of you made you jump a bit seeing eddie beside you with a grin. your heart thumped as you tried to remain calm, a heavy whiff of his earthy fresh cologne engulfed your nose alongside the scent of cigarettes and hint of weed, you guessed. god, he smelled good—

“y-yes?” you stammered, looking up to meet his eyes. you swore you felt mushy seeing those doe brown eyed orbs stare at you with a glint behind them. eddie seem to pause a bit as he smiled at you sweetly.

“do you wanna come tonight?” he asked, tone low and soft this time than a while ago. “my gig— tonight. since your bestie don’t wanna— but it’s fine if you don’t want to—“

“i’d love to.” you answered quickly, blushing afterwards hearing yourself too excited. “i-i mean, yes.” way to go. you sighed to yourself, feeling a little embarrassed.

“that’s cool. yeah, fucking cool.” eddie bit his lip as he turned to chrissy with a smirk now. chrissy had a huge smile on her face as she stared at you, seeing you all shy and timid around him than usual. she rolled her eyes at eddie as you watch them quarrel again.

“are you sure, angel?” she asked you, pushing eddie’s shoulder when he was about to cut her off.

“she’s sure, chris’!”

“i’m sure.” you nodded, feeling a little bashful that he’s beside you. the warmth of him driving you crazy. you could feel him lean forward, his chest brushing against your back as he stuck his middle finger to chrissy, gesturing to his win. you swore you’d turn into a puddle how close he is. chrissy seemed to grin at the two of you, opting to dismiss the thought in her head as she focused on the annoying metalhead.

“fine! you won this time, munson. we’ll go.” chrissy shoved his hand away as eddie pumped his fists up in the air. you giggled, snuggling beside chrissy as she sighed at him.

“i’ll pick you up later?” she offered and you nodded. unlinking your arms, knowing you have to go back home to find an suitable outfit.

“i’ll call you.” you affirmed as you hugged her goodbye. chrissy kissed your cheek as you turned to eddie. oblivious knowing your best friend was watching the way you curled your fingers, knowing you were nervous. she smirked at that.

“i’ll see you later, sweets.” he winked as you nodded, waving him goodbye, feeling your stomach flutter as you walked away.

eddie watched you with longing eyes, your quiet and timidness as cute factor he so adored, remembering the moment chrissy introduced you to him. chrissy eyed him with suspicion now, oh, it was very obvious— so stupidly obvious how the two of you were pinning for each other. just that she knew something was blocking the two of you from confessing and it was hurting her head! you and eddie looked perfect for each other— and she was going to make it her mission to get you two going on for tonight.

“i say watch the way you look at my best friend, munson.” she teases as eddie blushes, eyes widening as he scoffs, feeling embarrassed he’s been caught or so.

“what the fuck do you mean?” he dumbly scratches his head, acting oblivious as chrissy taps her foot, rolling her eyes at him. idiot.

“nothing.” she walks away, leaving eddie to ponder what the hell did she mean by that. chrissy grins to herself, knowing well what to do now.

•••

“they’re gonna start!” chrissy says, sitting right next to you inside of the hideout. the bar was somewhat decent, it was for drunks— that you knew seeing it was crowded, but decent enough that you two got a seat closer to the stage. the dim lights shined before them seeing the logo of the drum-set came into life. corroded coffin was written on it, proud and very rock looking as you waited for them to finish setting up. you were excited, so excited seeing him perform. one of your daydreams come into life.

“whatdya’ think about eddie performing?” chrissy smiled widely as you shrugged.

“he’s…” you didn’t know what to say as eddie turned to the microphone, a wide grin and a new aura coming from him. you were stars trucked, he greeted the crowd first, some had cheered on and others were intrigued. the main kicker for your beating heart was the moment he shredded his guitar after gareth’s counting, you swore you’d faint on the spot. chrissy cheered on as you stared at him in awe, seeing him look so in his place, a glimpse of what more you can see in eddie.

and it made your heart burst happily.

the crowd cheered to the next three songs they did. all covers from their favorite bands— eddie sang them all, sweat beading his forehead, his shirt clinging to him tightly as he gripped the microphone, his gestures lit up the room as you watched him. smiling widely, as his gaze tore to where you and chrissy were seated. you froze on the spot, not knowing where his eyes stayed if it were yours or to chrissy. you didn’t know really. his eyes seemed to hold something, unspoken, but loud enough for you to know it was something. it was you, was it? was it—

no.

your mind shouted, you looked to the side to see your best friend smiling widely as ever. you looked back to eddie as he no longer stared to where you two were seated. no, he did not look at you. your mind screamed again. you were just here— because chrissy agreed to be here. you were just here. your heart started to melt, you could feel the awful vile lump in your throat seize to make you cry with your own thoughts. eddie doesn’t like you— he doesn’t. you’re just chrissy’s best friend. that’s all you’ll ever be in his eyes. you gulped, noticing as eddie said goodnight to the crowd. they cheered, clapped while you forced yourself to straighten your posture now. how stupid you are to be heartbroken for a man who doesn’t even know you— or know your love for him.

so stupid.

“that was so cool!” chrissy squealed as eddie exited the stage. the other members went straight to your table. chrissy stood up giving each an hug, how smitten they are to be in the presence of her, looking all giddy that the queen of hawkins high had watch their gig. you sat there, quietly, fiddling with your hands, knowing no one would acknowledge you— since they don’t even know you. it was typical, and you were used to it by now.

“sooo…” chrissy started, sitting back as the others told her they would be by the bar. “what did you think of eddie right now?” she wriggled her brows.

you blinked, not sure where this is going. “he’s…w-well, more eddie?”

“angel.”

“ok, he looks cool.” you offered, glancing behind her shoulder to see eddie laughing along with his band mates while he drank a cold beer. his mullet a little haggard from his head banging a while ago. you pursed your lip, admiring him from afar.

“really now? just cool?” she teases.

“i-i don’t know—“

“you find him cute, huh?” she pinches your cheek as you swatted her hand away with a pout, shaking your head.

“oh, c’mon. we’ve been friends for years, angel. i know—“ you quickly pinch her lips, afraid someone might hear that assumption. it was already embarrassing as it is that you were lying to her.

“chris’, please!” you scolded, your pout growing. cute.

“ok, ok, ok. i’m just joking.” she defends, a plan in her mind erupting as she pulls you up to stand up. you look at her confused as she grins, gesturing to the bar. “we have to greet eddie! you’re the one who wanted to see him perform.” she reminded you.

“w-wha— ok, fine.” you sighed as chrissy turned back to capture eddie staring at the two of you. eyes staring at the oblivious you. she grinned again, pulling you towards him, a vacant seat in the middle, a luck for her mini-plan to succeed.

“hey, chris’!” eddie greeted, hugging her as chrissy patted his back.

“you look so cool, munson! not bad.”

“yeah, yeah, yeah. thanks.” he smirked as he turned to you. you temporarily froze for a moment as chrissy urged you to sit beside him while she stood between the two of you. a little irritated she was seeing you two hinder down. like idiots in love! she huffed as she broke the longing silence.

“y/n thought you looked cute today.”

“c-chris’!”

“cute? really? that’s a first. i’m flattered, sweets.” eddie laughed as you averted his gaze. a blush arose to your cheeks, it felt warm as you glowed underneath the dim lights. eddie watched in silence seeing you look around the room, your expression still a bit flushed, you looked too cute when you’re so shy. god, his stomach was feeling funny today.

chrissy couldn’t take it anymore! she grabbed eddie’s arm to pull him away somewhere. eddie was taken by surprise, disappointed he was pulled away from his gawking. she knew you wouldn’t admit your obvious crush you have on the man— though, eddie on the other hand, she knew he would at least have the balls to ask you out if she tells him. he was pretty obvious too.

“the hell was that, chris’?” he sighed, crossing his arms. you watch in distance seeing your best friend and eddie talking with each other at a far distance. you sighed, the vile feeling of jealousy in your gut erupting again.

“i am done with you two. i’m sick of it!” chrissy declares. eddie shoots a puzzled look as chrissy pinched her nose. “if you like her eddie, then ask her out!”

“wait— that’s n-not… i don’t have—“ he blushes, glancing back to you for a moment.

“cut the bullshit please. sometimes, as a certified wingman, i get tired seeing you two hiding it when it’s so painfully obvious.” she sighs as eddie’s eyes widened. you two? hiding it?

“us two? let me get this straight, chris’. i think i’m the only one who’s been hiding it.” he declares, you would never go for him! and he applauds chrissy for being so observant that she knew he’s got a little crushie on you. it always seemed like you didn’t want to talk to him from time to time— averting his gazes, quiet and short conversations, always avoiding him. he was sure you were just swallowing it up to be friends with him because of chrissy. “and i don’t think she’ll ever go for me if you think that—“

you watch in silence seeing those two talk. you sighed to yourself, alone by the bar, fiddling with the napkins now. you felt yourself slowly feel tired at this— wanting to go home and cry. you stood up, heading to the bathroom to freshen up a little, planning afterwards to say your goodbyes to chrissy and the others. the night already tiring you. you need to a grip of yourself. and you couldn’t hold back your disappointment as tears slipped from your eyes, quickly shutting the door behind you.

“it’s true, eddie! i swear!” chrissy argues as eddie shakes his head. no, there was no way you liked him! no way! chrissy might be just fucking with him.

“don’t bullshit me—“

“i am so not, munson! if you think she doesn’t like you, well, i’m reminding you she’s gets too shy around you. i know her.”

“how the fuck am i supposed to believe you?”

“if you go after her then you might as well ask her, herself.” chrissy crosses her arms as eddie snickers.

“this is too— too unbelievable. i don’t want my hopes up.” he mumbles, feeling a little insecure. no one wanted him— he was the freak! a drug dealer and an outcast. he lives in a trailer park and is still repeating his senior year. you deserved someone so much better than him.

“i am not putting your hopes up, eds. when it comes to y/n and you— i very much like to see you two together.” she confesses, offering a comforting smile. eddie licks his lips, the taste of beer and the sweet memory of you gawking at him while he’s on stage pressuring him to go back and talk to you.

“i mean it, munson.”

“yeah. i know. thank you.” he smiles, sighing to himself. for being an idiot for holding himself back.

“go. i’m sure she’s waiting.” chrissy urged as gareth came passing by.

“your friend’s been in the bathroom for a shit long time by the way.” gareth points to the restroom as chrissy looks at eddie worried.

“go!” chrissy urges, knowing that place would be private enough for both of you. eddie nods, walking hastily to there as gareth looks at the situation confused beside chrissy.

“what was that?” gareth sips his beer as chrissy sweetly smiles at him.

“getting your best friend his first girlfriend.” she grins as gareth spits his beer out of shock.

“sweets?” your head shots up from the sink as you heard the door knocking, you shut the faucet off as you wiped your stray tears away. it was pathetic, you dressed up for him— thinking something will happen. you bit your lip, hesitating for a moment. it was embarrassing to face him when you just cried for him.

“y/n? sweets? can i— this will sound weird— can i come in?” he coughs, your eyes widened, he sounded desperate which made you worry. eventually you unlocked the door as eddie came stumbling with an apology as he shuts the door quickly. leaning back against it as the yellow fluorescent light shined at the two of you.

“u-uh, is there something wrong?” you asked, fiddling with your hands again, feeling nervous. eddie stares at you, seeing the dried up tears stain your cheeks. have you been crying? his sense of protectiveness bursted as he cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears off as his brows furrowed.

“someone made you upset? was it a old geezer or a drunk?” he asked, catching you by surprise as you quickly shook your head. what was happening?

“i’m fine, eddie. it’s j-just me.” you meekly confessed, averting his gaze yet eddie stood closer, staring at you with seriousness.

“you?”

“yeah… it’s kinda stupid.” you laughed quietly as eddie grinned. still cupping your cheeks as you blushed at his touch. warm and calloused, it felt oddly tingly as you squirmed in his hold.

“don’t like you seeing you upset.” he mumbles, looking back and forth to your lips. “i’ve been meaning to tell you— something… chrissy just gave me the reality-hit of a lifetime.” he confesses, detaching his hands from your cheeks as he turned to sit on the toilet seat as you waited for him. are they together? your mind wandered as your heart clenched.

“yeah?”

“i—“ he stutters, grasping your hands now to his. pulling you close as you stood between his legs. feeling a little cramped in this restroom. your heart stammered as butterflies filled your stomach.

“i was going to ask you out. on— on a date. i like you, y/n. chrissy told me you liked me, and i-i was wondering—“

“w-wait!” you stammered, he stopped in his words, dread filling his stomach. was it not true?

“y-yeah? shit, sorry— i should’ve…” eddie rambled on as you processed the words coming out of his mouth. chrissy told him? told him that you liked him? you were shocked, you kept this secret for the longest and chrissy knew this whole time? you wondered back when eddie started hanging out with you two. did that start there? nevertheless, you were shocked. shocked at how sneaky she knew!

“and it’s fine if you don’t like me— i get the feeling chris’ thought otherwise and i-i’m sorry—“

“eddie.” you breathed out his name, he stopped, feeling like a spell was cast on him when you uttered his name like a aphrodisiac. he felt his spine tingle as he shut up quickly. you lean down, seeing his pupils turn black at how close the two of you are. you were tired of having to hold back now— so tired of waiting as eddie’s heart thumped loudly.

“y-yeah?” he whispers as you put your hands to rest on his shoulders. he was so desperate, seeing your lips part as he felt the alcohol in his veins make him extra horny.

“i like you too…” you confessed, eddie shuddered at that, relieved. so relieved that he surged up to capture your lips to his. you gasped, his tongue went in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bending down as he hold on to your hips. you moaned, the sweet daydream coming to life. you were kissing him! finally kissing him! and he liked you! his tongue circled yours, sloppy and desperate it is as his hands squeezed your side. both feeling so drunk and high in the chemicals in your bodies. like as if he had smoked something— that was ten times better. it was all you. your scent, your touch, your lips— everything of you was a drug to him.

he had to thank chrissy later.

you broke away first, exhaling air as you confessed again. “i thought you had a thing for chrissy. b-but me?” you blushed as eddie grinned, pulling you to his lap as you sat comfortably. eddie swore he’d have a heart attack now.

“baby, chrissy’s like a sister to me.” he laughed, cringing at the thought of him and your best friend together.

“but same thing, sweets. thought you didn’t like me that much.” he laughed as you giggled. “but you were just shy, huh? shy for me, baby?” he said confidently, kissing your neck. you whined, his warmth overwhelming as you giggled at how ticklish you are there.

“i’ve liked you for the longest, eds.” you caressed his hair as he hummed, hugging you tight. “just d-din’t know how to say it.”

“should’ve kissed you sooner.” he mumbled capturing your lips again as you caressed his rosy cheeks. he felt himself melt on you as you teased him. he felt so mushy underneath you as you breathed out his name. this wasn’t happening was it? it’s all his dream? kissing you in a bar restroom that kinda smelled like shit? totally romantic. things got hotter as you whined against his lips. feeling a little frisky as eddie smirked, grinding up as you gasped at the hard feeling.

you blushed, knowing what was underneath you. the feeling too overwhelming as you hugged him tighter, knowing hell what he was doing when his hands descended down to your ass making eddie smirk, feeling so smug now. he grasped it confidently as you scolded him, blushing furiously. your shyness seeping back.

“e-eddie, we can’t!”

“i’m making up the lost time, sweetheart. keep that mouth quiet for me, hm?”

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say, thank you, chrissy!

[st4rgzer]

Could you do like a Nate fic where they meet him for the first time? like shes is friends with the triplets and they introduce her to him for the first time. they hit it off and like flirt all night.

THE START OF SOMETHING (nathan doe)

summary: Nathan’s first time meeting you

genre: fluuuufff

cw: nothing

a/n: thanks for the request! i have loads more ideas so keep them coming :)

i’d met the triplets about 4 months ago, since then we’ve clicked almost immediately, being both influencers, we shared our opinions, shared music taste, and ever since then, i’ve hung out with them nearly every day. Two weeks ago they said their friend Nate was coming over, he finally was able to book a flight to LA and was arriving there next week. So I had about a week to stalk him. No, I’m kidding, but, I found his instagram, first of all, he looks like a puppy, and he plays hockey? how come the guys didn’t introduce me earlier.

After and hour of finding out some basic facts about him, my nerves eased up, given the awkward conversation i’d now know to avoid. So I waited a week, the triplets shared more stories of them with him as kids, it was heartwarming really.

At 3 pm, Matt and Chris went to the airport to pick him up while I stayed with Nick, preparing some snacks, and really just making everything welcoming for his arrival, after all, 5 hours on a plane is a lot, and he must be jet lagged, and if he’s anything like the triplets, he will be.

As the door swung open, I straightened my back and my face grew lighter with a smile, they boys were talking with him, Nick greeted him and Nate was left wondering who I was.

“hi- who’s this?” he acknowledged me with a grin before turning to the three brothers.

“im y/n, i’ve known the triplets for a bit now, nice to meet you” I said with a smile, I was normally very awkward when meeting new people and starting conversations, but somehow I felt a bit more comfortable talking with him.

“ohh nice, good to meet ‘ya” he said, flashing a smile at me. His distinct Bostonian accent was indeed much more prominent than the triplet’s, it made me want to giggle at every word he said. I nodded with a sheepish smile as the guys sat dispersed on the sofa, Nate being beside me. The conversation flowed, the four of them started catching on everything since they had last seen each other, it was nice to see, just nice people talking and sharing, my eyes seemed to land on Nate more then i’d like.

“so, y/n, where d’ya meet the triplets? hard to think these guys have any sort of skill in meeting pretty women, let alone find someone to stand them” he laughed with a silly grin, proud of his casual flirting, I laughed as well, that didn’t mean my face wasn’t flushed, I somehow thought he was being half serious.

“thank you” i sad eloquently “and we met at one of those influencer events, and somehow i’m now in their living room” I laughed, pursing my lips together to suppress another smile, he asked me more about myself, then the triplets did.

“well Nate, did you know she’s single…?” Chris said with his hands together in a scheming manner, I rolled my eyes on response, while Nate raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“no, I didn’t know that, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind then” he said, beaming a smile that I could easily melt at then and there. I looked down to hide the subtle maroon blush creeping up on me. He didn’t push it, seeing as I already had enough for the time being. The conversation flowed as regular, I chimed in time to time but not much, I learnt a lot more about Nate, like how he loves loves dogs, also, how he’s a literal cinnamon roll compared to how Chris acts.

We decided to go to Mcdonald’s for dinner, given that almost everything was already closed. Chris got in the drivers seat with Matt and Nick, Nate, and I, sat in the back.

“hey whats ‘ya number by the way?” he asked, pulling out his phone “or instagram, whatever works better” he said with a grin. I laughed and pulled out my phone to hand him my phone so he could put in his number and he handed me his, I saved my number as, “y/n🤭🫂” I thought it was cute, I smiled and rolled my eyes as I saw how he saved his on my phone, “future bf”, I think it’s safe to say both of us were not thinking of changing either names any time soon.

As we drove into the Mcdonald’s drive thru, Matt took our orders and drove to the second window, when we got our food, we were “supposed” to save it for when we got home, but all of us started eating regardless.

Nate tried to steal some of my fries, I flicked his hand away and he dramatically held his hand in pain “greedy much?” he joked, laughing when he couldn’t contain it anymore, Chris and Nick exchanged the same look, rolling their eyes, already predicting what was bound to happen between the two of us.

As the night comes to an end, I have to get back to my house, Nate tried not to look disappointed as I said my goodbyes, I hugged the triplets and arranged for us to meet up tomorrow.

“but like, do you have to go, i mean, do they not have extra sleeping arrangements with this big of a house?” he said with a head tilt, groaning at the negative response

“clingy much?” I said with a grin before waving goodbye again, laughing before closing the door and walking to my car, as I turned around I saw Nate waving goodby, I burst out laughing and struggled to unlock my car. As soon as i got home, I texted Nate.

“just got home, night, sleep well :)”

Maybe this could be the start of something

taglist: @dwntwn-strnlo @iha8you @gabbylovesreading @slaysturniolo @sturniolol @sturniololoverr @ifilwtmfc @ssturniolo @stvrniolo

a/n: sorry if its short, I had to write it directly on tumblr cause I can’t copy paste so i really cba😭🙏

[theflyindutchwoman]

I have 3 things to talk about…

1. How nice it was to see Tim talk to the guys about his fight with Lucy. I’m literally shocked that he was so open with them! I love that he’s growing, opening up and confiding people that aren’t just Lucy and Angela (And Genny to an extent) he was so many friends now!

2. I am unable to move past how married™️ and sweet and domestic it is that Lucy calls tim to get the bugs at home 🥹 and how she suspected that he was just killing them but didn’t say anything and Tim was like pretending to set them outside even tho he wasn’t because he appreciates how empathic she is to even bugs 😭 I just can’t get over the idea that badass Lucy Chen is scared of bugs, well maybe not scared but whatevs, and makes her grumpy boyfriend take care of them but still insists he doesn’t just kill the scary bugs — do we think post Jackson death, pre-Chris she would call Tim over to handle the super big ones? Omg can you imagine? I’m dead

3. Can we talk about how the dance was like the biggest indicator we’ve ever had that these two are so FREAKIN TACTILE WITH EACH OTHER! Like it was kinda obvious before that their shared love language is touch, but I feel like you really, very clearly see that in the dance. And I just 😭 they love each other so much and just want to touch and snuggle and be with the other so much.

I am still very unwell. And I haven’t even processed the ILY’s fully yet so we’re not gonna go there 😂😂😂

Just when I thought I had recovered enough, you decide to send me this. This is a live footage of me right now :

. The 'bug scene' Listen, after the dance, this might be my favorite part of the episode. This scene was the cutest thing ever… and yes, it was peak married energy. Let's be real here : what is the point of having a boyfriend if it's not to have him take out the trash and deal with the bugs? (just kidding!). Seriously though… Lucy once said that she used to treat the coackroaches in her first apartment as pets (3.11 I think), so it's not like she is fundamentally scared of bugs. Neither is Tamara for that matter. She just wanted Tim to take care of them, in a very Lucy way. But the fact that she knew he was killing them all along but pretended not to know is perfect. Again, that is so her. And then, add the other layer to that scene. Out of all the questions she could have asked, she chose this one. I feel like it was her way of diffusing the tension, of making Tim more comfortable by asking such an innocent question, with no stake at all, before bringing up the real issue between them.

. Tim at the bachelor's party scene You have no idea how much I wish that part had been a little bit longer, so we could see more of the reactions. Still, I love how this scene was cut, with the back and forth between the two parties. How both of them needing to confide their frustrations to other people. And you're right, this is huge for Tim. At best, he would open up to Lucy (obv not an option here) or Angela. Maybe Genny. But certainly not someone like Randy who he barely knows and who can't keep a secret. Or even Aaron… His former aide. That's how much this relationship is important to him. It may have started as a way for him to vent but he also wanted to hear some advices. And he did listen to Randy's suggestion - of all people.

. The dance On the one hand, did anyone still have any doubt that these two are so tactile with one another? The undercover mission was all the confirmation we needed, really. But on the other hand… I didn't think it was possible for them to be even more tactile. It's somehow more intense, more intimate… It just shows how much they craved reassurance. They needed that touch to ground themselves. Lucy needed to play with his lapel and he needed to pull her in closer to him. And don't get me started on how she was playing with his hair or caressing his face. IN PUBLIC. There was no room for Jesus in that dance. She was looking at him the same way she did before 'naked times'… And where did they sneak off after that dance? 👀

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

Hi, so this is a big request, not sure if it’ll be too long considering my whole idea. It’s a “smut” idea that I think of a lot. My idea of it is being a collab between Chan and a female idol/artist/reader for a second mv for Red Lights, they’re good friends and all, that song in my opinion is a like very smutty song, the reader is wearing a red outfit, don’t have much of a description for it except part of the outfit being a corset. The mv is more on the smut/sexual side of things, Chan grabbing the reader here and there, neck grabbing, and some of it in my head being that Chan is almost leaving kisses up and down her neck, like the chemistry between the two is like on fire type of deal. Towards the end of the making of the mv, reader is alone in their changing room, sitting around, a few people are around the set but not in the changing room, Chan comes in to talk to reader, they talk for a bit and then things start to get hot and heavy after a few minutes ❗️if this is too much to try to write a smut on or not enough descriptions/ideas for some of it, or you don’t feel like you can or want to write something on this, I completely understand, I don’t expect you to be able to write anything on it. I just thought I’d send my idea to someone I know who writes smuts❗️

Bangchan x reader

Genre: Smut baby, romance, love at first sight

Word count: 6.6k 

Warnings: finger, oral sex (males & female receiving) coming on body parts, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid people wrap it before you tap it) use of the word cunt…. Amongst other things that little children should not be reading. So if you are under the age of 18, this is not for you.

Masterlist

“ACTION” the producer screams then the music starts to play

 🎶 make you feel my love, oh🎶 “okay Y/N hands on throat in 3…2…1” you place your hand on chans throat

 🎶 Now, tell me you hate me, 더 이상 널 버틸 수 없어🎶 “ANNNNNNNDDDDD CUT….on to the next scene” the hair and makeup team run in. 

The next part was the beginning of the song. Christopher was going to have to rough you up on camera. “Okay, Y/N, we have you in a costume change” you all of a sudden got ripped away into the change rooms. The costume lady pulls out this corset.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you say as she pulls out the matching underwear.

“How the fuck am I going to fit into that” you tuck your hair behind your ears and grab the corset, lifting it to the light. 

“What are these dangly parts,” you say. The costume manager laughs as she walks over to you. 

“It’s okay, miss Y/N it will look amazing on you…. Just trust us, okay” you have to agree you’ve come too far to stop production now. 

“Okay, I’ll put it on for you”, you smile. She grins as she helps you put it on, tying the corset so tight to cinch your waist. 

“Perfect,” she said, turning. You are around to look in the mirror. The underwear was barely covering your vagina, and the rest of the outfit was just as revealing. 

“I’m not sure if Christopher will be comfortable with me wearing this,” you said as the manager pushed you back out, closing the dressing room door.

“Y/N good you ready”, the stage hand brings you to the next scene. Chris is their bare chest, and he looks so embarrassed to be half naked as well. It got you so much comfort knowing he felt the same. 

“Fuck me,” he said when he saw you. His mouth dropped, and his body went stiff. It felt like his eyes scanned your entire body. 

“OKAY, QUITE ON SET……3….2….1” you had no time to make small talk. The producer was already starting the music. 

🎶 I cannot breathe without you being right by my side. I'll die🎶 Christopher’s lips touched your earlobe as his hand slid up your side. Bring your hand behind his neck. You tilt your head so your lips are almost touching while he lip-syncs. You continue this for a couple more rounds until they think they have a perfect shot.

“Okay, guys, THAT'S A WRAP,” The man says. Christopher lets go of your hips, and you sprint to get this off your body. 

…..

“Omg,” you gasp, holding onto the chair in front of you as you cannot finally breathe. 

“You looked so beautiful out there”, the younger stylist said while packing her things up. 

“You think so?” Your eyes glimmered as you smiled towards the young lady. You loved to hear good feedback, especially when you felt as insecure as you did at that moment. 

“We will clear out so you can get dressed,” the manager said, shooing everyone out of the room. 

You take your corset off and throw on a hoodie. You sit on the couch they placed in the dressing room and take out your phone “finally, a minute alone”, you say while scrolling through Instagram. You sat cross-legged on the couch, still, in the stockings and underwear you wore from the music video. 

*knock knock* 

“Shit….come in”, you called. 

“Sorry to …….uhh….omg…. I am so sorry….I thought you said to come in” Chris was fumbling all over the room, trying to find the exit.

“It’s okay…it’s okay…. Relax…. I said, Come in” you laugh, pulling him to sit on the couch. 

“What’s up, Channie…. You’re sweating,” you giggle a little.

“Oh no, I’m just hot”, he smiled, fidgeting in his spot. 

“I’ll get you some water” you got up and walked over to the mini-fridge, bending down to grab Chris’s drink. You smile a little knowing your ass is in his view. You turn around, and Chris's head turns away quickly, looking at the posts on the wall. 

“Here you go,” you say, handing it to him. 

“Thanks, I appreciate it”, he replied 

“Soooo…I was thinking of tomorrow in the bed scene….instead of” you got this excellent idea, what if you teased Christopher. All the idol girls loved him. All you heard about for days before coming to this music video was how attractive and polite this man was. 

“Chris…..I have an idea. I’ll show you what I mean,” he almost chokes on his water. 

“Ohhh….Ummm…okay,” he is so awkward it’s kinda cute. He puts the water down and turns to face you. 

“Okay…..so you’re lying down” you smile as you push his upper body down, so he’s now lying on his back. “And I’m on top like this”, you swing your leg over, so now you’re straddling him. “ what if I do this” and you lower your body, so your lips are hovering over his. “Is this too much, you reckon” without thinking, Chris attacked your lips, holding the back of your head in place while he aggressively kissed your lips. 

“Fuck…..you’ve been teasing me all day,” he says, breaking the kiss. 

“I have not”, you reply, smacking his chest playfully.

“Mmmm, sure” his hands move to your hips, pushing them down, so now you’re sitting on his pelvis.

“Explain to me how?” You give him a cheeky smile, and he leans back up, reconnecting his lips with yours. You move in sync, pushing his upper half back on the couch. “Okay, maybe I have just a little”, he scoffs in reply to your comment.

“I knew it was going to be hard… doing this music video with you….but fuck me….you make me so horny” he takes a deep breath in and presses his lips to yours again. You part your mouth, allowing his tongue access to your mouth. You begin to grind on his clothed member. Chan pushes your hips down, forcing you to stop. “Stop….we couldn’t be doing this…in the stage clothes that are” he gave you a cheeky grin. 

“True… do you have a condom?” You add Chris was so horny he forgot to bring his wallet. You were on the pill, however, you did prefer to use a condom as extra protection.

“Fuck, it’s in my changing room. I’ll run and grab it” he pushed you off and adjusted himself. “You change into something, okay I’ll be back”, he runs out of the room. 

…….

He ran out and down the hallway towards his dressing room “fuck, where’s my wallet” he ripped that room apart, looked under all the couch cushions and finally found it.

“Please, god, let it be in there….she’ll kill me if I don’t have one” he knew he always kept one in there however, it had been a while since Chris last used a condom, and he didn’t know if he replaced the last one. 

He opened up the section he would usually put it in, and to his surprise, he found one with a tiny note. “Channie Hyung….good luck….Y/N is fucken hot as fuck soooo in case you need this…” it was signed by changbin the Cheeky cunt. He looked up and rolled his eyes. This wasn’t his intention to sleep with you; however, he was grateful for his best friend who pulled through when he couldn’t. 

“That cheeky cunt”, he mumbled. “Thank you,” he said as he placed it in his back pants pocket and walked back to your changing room, Chris didn’t want to walk with too much purpose to not draw attention to himself. 

“Yo Chris”, his head shot up as he recognised the voice.

“Oh my god fuck….what are you guys doing here” he did not look impressed. All 7 of the boys had shown up to check out the set. 

“We came to see you silly….why got something better to do?” Hyunjin spoke up. 

“I’m actually on my way to a meeting”, Chris was quick on his feet “, but you guys go into my dressing room. I’ll be 45 minutes tops. Changbin looked at Chris and narrowed his eyes. Chris shot him a look to which changbin replied. 

“Okay…will see ya in 45 then” none of the boys objected, and all started to walk towards the freeing room except changbin. 

“Did you get my note” he smiled as he passed Chris. 

“Yes, now piss off….and do me a favour…..take the boys out for lunch and don’t let them come back until I text you, okay” changbin was suspicious about what was happening; however, the look you gave him before now clicked.

“Oh, shit….your gonna sleep with her….you lucky Son of a bitch…how does it feel to live my dream” he laughed, patting chans shoulder. 

“It feels fucking good,  now fuck off the lot of you”, changbin laughed as he walked away towards the dressing room to collect the boys. 

Chris opens the dressing room door, and you are dressing in the same dress you walked in with on. 

“What took you so long,” you say, dragging him inside.

“The boys are here” he smiled as he swung the door shut behind him. 

“Oh really…should I go say hi” you tease as you go to open the door. Chris grabs your wrist, pulling you back towards him. 

“You can say hi to them after I’m done” chan pulls you towards the couch sitting you down.

“That is so hot”, you grin as he pushes you down, kissing your lips while taking his denim jacket off. 

Laying you down, chan slides his hand up your thigh grabbing on and squeezing as he part your leg kneeling between them. 

“All the girls in the company would be so jealous,” you say, pulling away and running your hand up his chiselled stomach. 

“Huh?” He said, kissing down to your neck. 

“Really…. Like every girl in JYP thinks you’re hot” chan paused for a second, lifting his head. 

“They what?….no they don’t”, he laughed. 

“They do”, you wiggle to passion your body better on the couch. 

“Well, practically every male artist wants to sleep with you”, he added. This was a shock to you. You had no idea that people even noticed you let alone male idols. 

“You’re just making that up”, chan continues to nibble and suck on your neck. 

“I’m not…but that doesn’t matter because you’re all mine” you never liked the idea of being someone's property. However, your mind quickly snapped out of it when Chris lifted your dress, exposing your wet underwear. 

He runs two fingers up your clothed vagina feeling how wet you are for him. “You are so wet for me, baby….that is so hot”, you blush as you start pulling at his t-shirt, aching for him to take it off. 

He lifts his body, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it across the room. His muscular arm is on either side of your body, and he smiles as he plays with the top of your underwear line. 

“Your turn,” he says as you sit up and pull your dress off. It meets his shirt on the ground. 

“I want you to bend me over this couch, Chris”, you moan between kisses. Chris chuckles out of excitement. He has wanted this since he saw you 6months ago. You are the only idol in JYP Chris has ever wanted to hook up with. 

Chris picks you up, showing you how strong he is “before we get to that, I have some other ideas” he smiles he leads you to a wall, where he pins your back against it. You unwrap your legs from his waist, “you can do whatever you like”, you say, sucking his earlobe. 

He kissed along your jawline until he reached your lips. “I want you so bad”, you whisper before he kisses you passionately, your mouths working in sync, your tongues tangling with each other. With your underwear now dripping with your arousal, Chris brush’s the top, waiting for your approval to pull them off your tight little body. 

But you remove his hand. Chris is shocked. Did you not want to continue this? “You are gonna have to beg for this pussy” the grin on Chris's face begging was something he never did, so this was a challenge he was willing to accept. 

“We will see about that” with that, Chris reaches around the back and clips your bra. He grabs one in each hand, massaging them as he places kisses down your neck. He starts to suck on your breast, using his tongue to flick your nipple, squeezing to shove more into his mouth. 

“There is honestly not enough time to do all the things I was to do to you today”, he moans as you reach down and start stocking his cock. 

“Who said we have to do it all today” you smile as he stops sucking for a second to look at you. 

“Do you mean that?” He was looking at you for confirmation.

“Yes,” you lick your hand to use it as lubrication, continuing to stroke his cock. 

“That is so hot… so tomorrow as well, then?” He started to kiss your shoulder bones, and you rolled your neck to the side for more skin exposure. 

“Let’s see how today goes,” you say in a cheeky tone, leaning in and placing your needy lips on his.

Chan has his hand pressed against the wall next to your face while his other hand roams your body. 

“Please, Y/N… let me feel you’re wet pussy”, he huffed into your ear. 

You grab his hand and place it onto your now naked vagina, his fingers spreading your lips. Your back hits the wall as chan creeps closer, pinning you while you stock his cock. 

Chan rubs your entrance before inserting two fingers inside you curling his fingers to hit your g spot. 

Chan moans into your shoulder as your grip on his cock tightens just the right amount. Chan uses his thumb to circle your clit, making you arch your breasts into his chest. 

“Come on baby… come for me”, he moans in your ear. You kiss him as you increase his speed and stroke his dick. He moans as he two speeds his finger up. 

“ Oh, Channie”, you whimper as you feel the heat in your stomach rise a release through your whole body. 

Chan grunts as you feel him release his load into your hand. 

He lifts your chin and kisses you softly “thank you…. It's been a while since I’ve cum like that” he smiles as he pecks your lips. 

“Again tomorrow?” Your question. 

“Fucken oath”, he laughs as he pulls out of you, his fingers covered with your arousal. 

You wash your hand in the sink, chan following after you. 

“I better go meet the boys…did you want to get dressed and come along,” he said, pecking your lips again. Chan couldn’t get enough of you. 

“I can’t sorry… I have so much I need to do for tomorrow,” chan pouts at your response.

“Can I call you tonight?” This man was whipped after one hand job.

“Mmmmmmmm, let me think about it,” you say, putting your bra and dress back on. 

Chan snakes his arms around you, placing kisses behind your ear. It takes everything in you not to turn around a rip Chan's clothes back off.

……..

Later that night. 

Chan 

“I Miss you.” 

Y/N 

“You saw me 5 hours ago.”

Chan

“Yeah, I miss you…and how you moan my name.” 

This man is the hornest motherfucker you’ve been with in a while. 

Y/N 

“Christopher” 

Chan 

“Yes”

Y/N 

“Did you want to come over?” 

Chan

“Be there in 15, yeah.” 

Chan was excited. He had never had a booty call. He went to walk out of the dorm when he was court by changbin. 

“ Where do you think you are sneaking off to,” he said with a half smile. 

“Y/N’s,” he said with his head down. 

“You horny bastard”, he laughed “here, take these,” he said, tossing him a box of condoms. 

“Don’t you think this makes me look too keen?” chan said, looking at the box in his hand. 

“Well.. you are the one sneaking out to get your dick sucked,” changbin said, patting his shoulder while pushing him out the door. 

“You think she’ll suck my dick,” chan said as the door was shut and locked in his face. Chan smiled as he walked into the elevator. The idea of you portraying sucking him off made him gitty. 

He is wearing his favourite hoodie and sweats to your apartment. All jyp idols live in the same building, it’s easier for the company to pick up and drop off. He knocks on the door, and you look breathtaking. Chan immediately feels guilty for coming over to take advantage of you. 

You pull him over to your couch “shall we start here” you say, pushing him down and straddling him. He gulps before you place your lips on him. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come here,” he said, pulling away. 

“Why,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. 

“I feel bad….. like I’m just using you as a sex doll or something” you look into his eyes, and he seems genuinely worried. 

“Channie,” you say, racking your fingers through his hair.

“Mmmm,” he says, eyes flicking to your lips. 

“Shut up,” you say, pressing your lips down on his he squeezes your hips, and you rock back a forth. 

“I want your pretty lips around my cock”, he said as you deepened the kiss. You wearing joking when you told yourself you were going to make him beg for your pussy. 

“I can do that,” you say, getting off his lap and kneeling between his legs. 

You pull down his sweatpants and his jocks, his dick bouncing out. You lick your lip, and just before you place them on the top of his cock he stops you. 

“Chan, WHAT NOW,” you say, looking up at him, annoyed.

“I want to make sure….you are okay With this. I’ve never done anything like this before” he was sweet, you had done this countless times before, but with Chris, it was different. You wanted to take care of him. He was sweet and kind.

“Done what… a one-night stand?” You say, confused. 

“Yes,” he said, leaning down and kissing you. 

You placed your lips on his tip, sloppy kissing down his shaft. Chan relaxes on your couch and starts to run his fingers through your hair as you put his balls in your mouth. 

“Fuck baby”, he moans as he grabs and tugs your hair. 

You grab and play with his balls as you look up at him, spread on your couch, enjoying your mouth on his hard cock. You lick his tip, making him cringe a little, indicating that your actions are working. “Do you like that, Channie” you whimper, wanting reassurance from him. 

“Every much baby”, he moans as you continue to suck and swirl your tongue around his cock, all while using your hand to play with his balls. Chan starts to buck into your mouth, forcing his dick to hit the back of your throat. 

“Oh please…you are gonna make me cum”, he moans suddenly. He ejaculates into your mouth, making you swallow immediately. He pulls your head back by your hair and leans in to kiss you. 

“What did you want from me,” he said seductively. You thought you might play a little game with him. 

“Nothing….you can go now”, you smile. He was shocked. He looked at you as you stood up. 

“Huh?…you don’t want…..wait, what?” You had heard rumours about chan. He liked to have a relationship with the girl he was sleeping with. He wanted to get to know her. Making her feel good was what drove him. So you decided to test that theory and tease him. It seemed to work because he had a tight squeeze on your hips. 

“Isn’t that what you came here for?” You questioned. He was so confused.

“I thought maybe…I don’t know….shouldn’t this be an equal exchange” he said, trying to pull you in, eager to satisfy you. 

“No….I’m okay, Channie,” you say, kissing him. He’s now squeezing your ass. “You can go home now”, you smile “ I’ll see you tomorrow”, you continue. “Bye, Channie”, you kiss him as he pulls up his sweats. He walks out and grabs you one last time. 

“This is over the right?….you still want to do this with me again…because I do like you” his eyes were searching your face. 

“We will see”, you smile. He let go of you, and you shut the door. 

……….

The next day 

Chan

“Good morning beautiful….I can’t wait to see you today.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at your phone truth was you did like chan more than you have ever liked anyone. 

Y/N 

“Happy last day of filming 🥰” 

You didn’t want to show chan how excited you were to see him. After he left last night, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

…… 

meanwhile

“Channie Hyung, we are all coming with you today” Jeongin smiled as the boys came out of their bedrooms, chan almost choking on his glass of water. 

“Whose idea was that?” Chan knew the exactly whose idea that was. 

“Changbin Hyung… he said he wanted to see you in action”, chan laughed. He couldn’t fucking believe the nerve changbin had. 

“Cheeky cunt”, chan mumbled as changbin patted him on the back. Chan turns his head, and death stairs him. 

“Come on then, Channie Hyung, we are going to be late” changbin smiled, knowing chan couldn’t say anything without exposing himself for wanting alone time with you. 

All the boys rushed out the door leaving chan and changbin in the kitchen alone for a moment “cock block”, chan said to changbin, who laughed. 

“Have you bought her a gift yet?” Changbin added. 

“I’m supposed to buy her a gift” Chan was so confused. 

“Yes….see you need me”, he again pats his back as he walks towards the door. 

“Wait….what should I get her?” Chan said, running after changbin. 

…….

Ryujin 

“How’s the music video going?” 

Y/N 

“Good last day today.” 

Ryujin

“How does it feel to be inches away from chans face….. that’s my dream 🤣🤣🤣” 

Oh, Ryujin, I have been far closer than just inches, and from his face, you thought to yourself. 

Y/N 

“Good, he is very nice 😊” 

Ryujin

“Changbin texted saying he and the boys are coming down…..so some girls and I are coming as well.” 

Ryujin had a thing for changbin, and all oh JYP knew it. She would have been excited that he texted her, but the fact that he was made you think he was up to something. 

Y/N 

“Oooohhh, are they now…..sure come on down.” 

You messaged chan

Y/N 

“So I heard your boys are coming for a visit. Can’t wait to meet them finally.” 

Chan

“I am so sorry….they just sprung this on me this morning.” 

Y/N 

“It’s okay…..I am excited to meet them… especially changbin….Ryujin doesn’t shut up about how great he is 😂” 

Chan couldn’t help but get jealous; in the car, he locked his phone and squeezed it, placing it upside down on his leg. 

“You okay, bro” changbin said, placing his hand on his shoulder. 

“Hana?…. Today could you make it your mission to find miss Y/N a thank-you gift?” 

Chan's assistant Hana nods and starts looking immediately for gifts online. “What do you think she would like, Mr bang.” 

“Ummm, she has a lot of Prada things, so maybe a nice new bag” changbin almost choked on his spit.

“Those bags cost millions of won Hyung” chan didn’t care about him. This was nothing. Chan competed for your heart. He wanted to show you why you chose to sleep with him and not changbin. 

“It’s all good. I can afford it,” Chan smiled at a changbin, who just plopped back in his seat, stunned. When changbin said to get you a gift, he meant a lovely bracelet or something, not an almost 3500-dollar bag. 

Chan picks up his phone 

Chan

“I can’t wait to see you.” 

You begin to blush. He was so cute. You giggled at your phone your assistant smiled.

“Who has you all gitty today?” She said, continuing to work.

“Oh, no one”, you smile and look out the window. 

“Mmmmhhmmm….is it a boy?” She was so interested. 

“Maybe…will see…..he’s um working hard…and it’s nice for once” you continue to look out the window trying to think up a reply. 

Y/N 

“What else can’t you wait for?” 

You decided to be a little flirty with him. You knew he would get flustered, and it would make for a great shoot. 

Chan

“Are you teasing me?” 

Y/N 

“Is it working?” 

Chan

“Do I currently have a boner?….yes….can I do anything about it….no…so yeah, it’s working” 

Y/N 

“Is it that easy to make you hard?…. Ha, you don’t have sex much, do you?” 

Chan was smiling at your text. Indeed, he doesn’t have sex often; however, this won’t stop him from fucking your brains until you can no longer form a sentence. That’s if he even gets alone time with you today. 

Chan

“Ha….wouldn’t you like to know how much sex I have” 

You laughed at his reply. He’s trying to be a fuck boy. 

Y/N 

“Well, if you're getting so much ass, I guess you don’t need me anymore.” 

Two can play that game, Mr Christopher.

Chan thought he had fucked up big time. His eyes widened. 

“Changbin?” He said out of panic 

“Mmmmm”, changbin replied, texting a special someone of his own.

“Help!” The word made changbins eyes shoot up to meet chans.

“Let me look,” he said, grabbing the phone. The other boys are now curious as to what’s happening. 

“She’s just playing with you….don’t worry about it….ignore her”, he smiled.

“Ignore her?…..she just told me she doesn’t want me anymore”, chan was going to hyperventilate. He had just got you. Now he’s gone and fucked it up. He had to write something to get you back. 

“Chris”, changbin said, chans head snapping to look at him, trying to hold back his panic.

“She’s playing a game……where has all your confidence gone, bro….just text her back, okay,” he said, grabbing the phone and typing “Okay then” into the message.

All chan had to do was press send “listen to me… she’s trying to make you sweat….hit send” the boys in the car are still so confused about who they are talking about. 

Chan pressed the sent button squeezing his eyes shut as he did so. 

…..

“Did he just okay then me?” you said in the car, shocking the driver jumping out of shock. You laughed because he was asking for advice from someone, and you would make him sweat. As the car pulled up, you hopped out. There was another black car behind you that you thought might be chan, so you waited. 

You popped changbin first, then the rest of the stray kids finally chan. “Morning, Channie”, you smile and wave.

“Oh, uh, morning”, he said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“You guys must be the rest of the stray kids….changbin, Felix, Han, Minho, Hyun-jin, Seungmin and Jeongin, right?” You were hoping you got the name right. 

“It’s so nice to meet you, Y/N….Channie Hyung is so excited to do this project with you” chans eyes widen as he knows he has to get these boys inside before they expose his embarrassing secrets to you. 

“Alright….. inside we go Y/N has a lot to prep for”, he smiled, pushing them in a line inside, turning his head back towards you, mouthing “sorry”, before turning back and directing them all into his dressing room. 

You giggled as you watched him struggle to control them. Just as you stopped, Ryujin showed up behind you. 

“Y/n, omg, long time no see,” she said, hugging you.

“So good to see you, Ryujin” you smile as you hug her, you lead her into the dressing rooms, and she sits on your couch. 

Thirty minutes or so went by, and you said you were about to start getting ready; there was a knock on the door. 

“I think that’s my hair and makeup. Could you let them in, please, Ryujin” she gets up and gasps as she opens the door to Chan's assistant, Hana?

“Miss Y/N….she said, entering… Mr bang wanted me to give this to you,” she smiled, holding the most beautiful  Prada bag 

“Omg…. Is that the Prada Cleo brushed-leather shoulder bag?” You jumped up. You had wanted this bag. It just came out this week. You grab it and hug Hana, who hands you a note.

“Read it,”, Ryujin said, grabbing you to look at the bag.

“Happy last day of filming…thank you so much for EVERYTHING” you can’t help but blush. As you look inside the bag, your eyes widen. You quickly close the bag holding it to your chest. “Ryujin?…..could you do me a favour?” You smile, knowing she will do it because it includes changbin. 

“Sure, anything?” She smiles, still trying to get her hand on your bag. 

“After the shoot today….. I’m going to take chan out for dinner as a thank you… do you think you could distract the boys for me” this was right up Ryujins alley?

“That is too easy….I am the girl for the job” you shove the bag in the corner with the rest of your stuff. 

…….

“OKAY ACTION” 🎶 The moment when I close my eyes. 🎶Plays as you present to play with chans chains. 🎶All I see are red lights, red lights, and red lights. 🎶you lean into his body, your chest to his 🎶도저히 널 가만히 둘 수 없는🎶 you say as the flashing lights flicker, your hand rising to his throat as the producer screams “HOLLLLLD”  you star into Chan's eyes as he flicks between your lips and eyes.

“OKAY, CUT… great chemistry today, guys,” he says, getting off his chair “let’s break and come back for the last scene.” Chan chuckles “been a while since I’ve been changed to a bed” before getting off his lap, you thank him for his gift “thank you for my bag….how will I ever repay you” you flirt as the stagehands untie his wrists. He leans up to kiss you; however, you quickly remember where you are and pull away. You hop off and walk back to your dressing room, looking around. You Can’t seem to see Ryujin anywhere. 

“Has anyone seen Ryujin?” One of the boys pointed to her flirting her heart out with changbin, leaning against the wall, just listening to her babble while she twisted her hair. 

“Never mind, I found her”, you laugh, walking back into your dressing room. 

…..

You hear your name get called over the loudspeaker, and finally, the last scene of the music video, two whole days of typing. What a fantastic journey this has been. The people you have met, chan, which is just wild humans. 

You walk out on set, and there he is, all smiles as you walk up and stand next to him “my turn to choke you”, he whispers, razing his eyebrows. 

“Okay, everyone, take your provisions, please…..ACTION” the backing to the song plays, and you fall to your knees, chans hand snakes around your neck as you mouth  🎶 도저히 널 가만히 둘 수 없는🎶 

“PERFECT….Love it, good job,” he said “okay, team love the first take. That should be enough”   Everyone around us applauds as chan smiles, helping you off the floor. 

“I’d like to take a minute to thank everyone for the last two days of work… you are all appreciated…now let's pack up and get out of here, aye,” the head of the project said, smiling. You walk into your room to get undressed when Ryujin walks in “okay, I told changbin…. We are going out to dinner”, she smiled 

“So you and can better make a run for it”, she laughed; you quickly popped on your dress and walked out with her chan behind the boys, so it was easy for you to grab him and pull him away from the crowd. 

“Ryujin gooooo”, you whisper, shout, shooing her to catch up with them. 

“Oh, I thought we were going to dinner?” He said, pointing and looking back at the boys. 

“I have other plans for you, are I, “ you said, placing a hand on his chest. 

He gulped as you leaned forward onto your toes to kiss his lips. “Oh, okay….I’m pretty hungry,” he laughed. You roll your eyes and yank him out the back door. 

“We are going back to my place,” you say, pulling him through the alley and into a cab. 

“Can I eat first?” he said. Your lips are now shutting him up. You pull his collar in and deepen the kiss, and chans body relaxes. 

“Never mind, this is good too,” the cab driver chuckles at Chan's comment. You start making out in the back of the cab; once he arrives at your dorm, chan pulls out his credit card from his pocket and, without breaking the kiss, starts tapping random parts of the card machine until he hears a beep. 

You pull back, cupping his face “okay….kids, you have fun”, the cab says as you open the door. Hopping out, chan thanks him and closes the door, grabbing your waist as the taxi drives away “stop, I’m ticklish”, you squirm.

“Good,” he says, pinching your waist again. This time, you play, squealing as you run into the dorm building. Once, chan looks around to see if anyone is around before pulling you in and kissing your swollen lips “the number of times I wanted to do this to you today,” he said breathily. You push the elevator button, and it dings; you both hip in, and chan places his hand on your lower back as you swipe your level card. 

You both live in the same building; however, chan lives on the upper floors with the boys as they need a bigger apartment. The door opens, and you take his hand as you walk through the halls. 

You open the door to your small apartment and say. You turn around. Chan pushes you against the wall kissing you tenderly. “Hope you don’t already have the bag”, he breathes into your mouth. 

“I don’t thank you…. You didn’t have to do that for me…..but I have one question?” 

“Mmmmm,” he says, pecking his lips. 

“The lingerie inside…..” chan pulls back, all confused.

“Sorry, the what?” You realised that maybe Hana had made a mistake.

“The lingerie…the set you gave me is so tiny…I’ll never fit, sorry” chan pushes your shoulders back so they’re flat against the wall. 

“Show me?” He was so confused. He never asked Hana to get anything like that for you, and when he looked inside the bag before it went, it was empty. 

You pulled out this tiny laced underwater bra. “No….that was not me…..fucking CHANGBIN”, chan growled. You couldn’t help but laugh at Chan's anger. 

“What a wanker”, he said, looking down. 

“I suppose that he sent the….okay then text to this morning”, chans head shot up. 

“How did you know?” His eyes are looking at you with awe.

“Because I know you would never be okay than me,” you say, walking him back into your bedroom. 

“You’re so right…I wouldn’t,” he agreed as the back of his legs hit the bed, making him fall backwards onto a peaceful sleep. 

Placing his hand on the back of your thighs, He pulls you in to straddle him. “I forgive you, though”, you smile while running your fingers through his hair.

“Did you want to eat first?” You mumble between kisses.

“No…..I’ll be okay,” he says, pulling you closer to his body. 

“Chan….you sure?” You didn’t want him to starve himself in case he was afraid you’d lose interest. 

“Positive…..I want you first” he flips you over on your back, so he is between your legs. You giggle as he removes his hand from behind your back. 

“Me over food….Channie, you must be whipped,” you laughed. Chan leaned in and softly kissed you to quiet you for a moment. 

“Oh, I am 100% smitten by you” he brushes the hair out of your face, his eyes roaming, taking in the beautiful sight he has beneath him. 

You start to kiss his neck. “Be careful…I still have promotions tomorrow”  you wanted nothing more than to mark his neck, but you didn’t. 

His clothes member grinding on yours as he kissed down the side of your face “but I don’t,” Your breath chan got the hint a. He lightly dug his teeth into your neck, nibbling and sucking in the right spot. 

“Mmmm”, you moan.

“You are all mine….you understand….any other guy you have….get rid of him” this possessive side of chan was supper sexy. You pressed his head further into your neck, moaning in his ear. 

“Show me why I should give them up” you didn’t have anyone else, but he didn’t need to know that. 

Chan grunts as he pulls back, unbuckling his belt from his pants. Once his belt hit the floor, he pulled his jeans off. You could see if rigid member bouncing in his boxers; you like your lips as you sit up, placing your lips on his line. 

“Shit”, he moans.

He pushes your body back down on the bed “ah ah ah…..your turn, baby girl” chan had this other side to him when he got hungry he was so sexy he tended his arms as they pulled you to the edge of the bed. 

“Spread,” he says, widening your legs. Squeezing your tights and licking his lips, he pulled your underwear down your legs, flicking them to the side. Chan pushes you to dress up, trying to clear as much away from your body as he can. 

“You’re so wet for me”, he said before spreading your wet fold with his tongue. 

Your body indirectly flinches, dude, to pleasure. “Hmmm, you like that, don’t you?” He said before wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue. 

“Love it”, you moaned; no one had ever eaten your pussy like this before; he didn’t need any prompting. He just knew exactly what you wanted. 

He poked his tongue inside your core, flicking up at your G spot. “Plss Channie….keep going” chan wasn’t playing on stopping anytime soon. You pull his hair, and he grunts while eating your pussy harder. 

“You taste so good”, he hummus into your centre, sending shivers down your spine. 

“You eat pussy so well”, you moan. You can see chan flicking his boxes off. 

“Channie, plss, I need you inside me”, you moan, the sudden realisation that he had again forgotten the condoms. 

“Baby….I don’t think I can. I have no condoms,” he grunts.

“Channie….. I’m on the pill,” you moan.

Chan stops and stands up in between your legs. He inserts the tip into your centre; you arch your back at his touch. 

“You are so tight….this feels fucking amazing”, he says as he enters you, your dress and shirt still on. You are both so hungry for each other that you forget to strip. 

He's pumping in and out of your centre; you continue to moan his name, “Channie….keep going”, you lament as his thumb is now situating your clit.  Just a couple of seconds later, you are screaming. 

“Channie, I’m coming” you can feel his white liquid enter your core. It feels warm as you feel your stomach turn and a flash of pleasure shoot up your body. 

Chan pulls out and lays beside you “fuck me….you are fantastic”, he pants.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you say, rolling over to kiss him. 

“Can I ask you a question?” He said, still breathless.

“Sure”, you smile.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” 

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P is for Pearl Necklace - Vinny

AN: What's that? Double update today! Happy Smutty Saturday!

The next day at band practice the guys are all laughing at Chris, finding it hilarious that it was an accidental thing that made him lose his round.  Rick cracking a joke about how you’d think that Chris was the youngest member, the one who still lacks self control, earning him a water bottle thrown at him by Chris.

Vinny laughs watching the scene unfold, but refuses to pitch in with making fun of his singer, not wanting to make the man upset with him because it’s his turn to get a letter and he doesn’t want to make him go any harder on himself than he already could be.  He knows that sometimes it's better to shut his mouth, to keep quiet and that right now is one of those moments. Plus he’s focused on everything that is happening right now, the practice they are supposed to be having despite the fact that half the group is goofing around.  They haven’t played together in a couple weeks and need this before their performance at the festival tomorrow.

He is so glad when he hears Chris say something about focusing on practice, getting everyone back on track so that they can continue to work through things before tomorrow, luckily the festival is in PA so they don’t have to travel far for it, and can all spend the night in their beds.  In fact it has become a little thing, all of the girls have decided they are going to go as well so that it can be a fun little trip for everyone together.  

And now they are practicing again, Vinny in his element as he focuses on what he is currently doing, something that makes him comfortable.  He honestly just wants to get this done so he can go home, rest before they are stuck on the road tomorrow.  Luckily they finish running through the set list and feel comfortable enough to end it for the day, helping the crew load up everything on the trailer and now they’re just sitting around, having something to eat before they all leave.  

Chris stops after taking a sip of his water before glancing towards Vin.  “I’m in a decent mood right now so I’ll go easy on you, Pearl Necklace. Nothing that crazy or hard… mostly so you are well rested tomorrow.”

“Why does everything I get always have to do with oral? I swear to god, altoids, face sitting, now this…. “ Vin grumbles, looking down at his box of chinese food with a grimace. “I mean I guess it could be worse, it’s not like she’s never blown me but”

“You’re complaining all you have to do is get head.. Are you fucking nuts?” Ryan asks with a grumble, unable to believe it.  Why would Vinny complain he got something easy, what the actual hell is wrong with him?

“No, I’m just… I am glad I haven’t gotten anything crazy but I feel like I am missing out on some of the fun I guess..” Vinny answers honestly.

“Be glad….” Chris says with a grumble, thinking about last night again as he takes another bite of his food with a sigh.  “Okay, anyway, tomorrow just show me a photo of her necklace, yeah? You can hide her face and shit like just a close up but I want to see it to know you did it.” 

“Of course that is how you want me to prove it you pervert,” Vinny says with a groan, moving to throw his empty containers away before walking out for the night, ready to just head home.

Later

“Hey Lot,” Vin says as he makes his way into the house towards you, glad that you may not have officially moved in but you are pretty much living with him regardless.  He loves getting to come home to you at night whether it be your apartment or his.

He gives you a kiss, one of his hands resting on your cheek for a moment before he looks at you with a smile.  You still have your makeup on from work, look so pretty right now to him.  You always do but right now more than usual, maybe it's because you look so happy right now compared to how you have been lately, he isn’t sure but he loves it.

“You look beautiful tonight Lottie, I-I’m not sure what’s different about you today but you do look great tonight,” he says, leaving a kiss on your forehead while he pulls you into a hug for a moment, wanting to be close to you. 

“You sure you’re not just sucking up for your next letter?” You tease, knowing that isn’t what this is.  Here lately the two of you are closer than ever and it is honestly nice, the little trip has seemed to help and allowed both of you to express your true thoughts and feelings, brought you even closer together. 

“Well that too, but no, you genuinely look wonderful today.  I like it when you look happy, you always look beautiful but more so when you are happy.” He says with a smile before pulling away from you, leaving a slight squeeze on your ass through your jeans with a chuckle when you look annoyed.

“Go take a shower sweaty, then you can tell me your letter and we can get started yeah? Considering we all have a long drive tomorrow it’s probably better than waiting okay?” You ask, glancing at him for a moment. 

When he nods and starts to walk away you smile at him, happy that he seems to be in a good mood, that he is happy himself.  You were worried practice might not go well after a few weeks off, but it must have because he seems to be having a decent day. It makes you happy to see him in a decent mood, he looks cute when he's happy. 

You settle in his bedroom, taking a seat on the bed, reading while you wait for him to finish his shower. You get distracted while you wait, not realizing that he has finished his shower until he takes a seat next to you.  

Damp hair, in a clean pair of boxers and nothing else… fuck, your boyfriend is attractive like this. Or is that just the fact the romance novel you were reading just had a really smutty scene you just finished… or both?  Either way you shamelessly check out your boyfriend where he sits next to you, not caring if he notices.

“Like what you see?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips as you look over at him.  Catching you in the act as you let your eyes run over his body. Instantly making you flush and glance away, caught.

“Maybe I do, have a problem with that?” you ask, trying to sound more confident than you currently feel.

“I’d say do something about it… wait, I never told you what our letter is.  Chris was pretty generous, it's just a pearl necklace, and I know you know what that means because of the books you read.  Thing is.. After I give it to you I have to take a photo to show him.” He says, fingers ghosting along your thigh that is barely covered by the shorts you have on.

“Hmmm, okay.  I’m game,” you respond, settling yourself on your knees in front of him.  Looking up at him as you slowly ghost your hands over his little bit of the bulge that is starting to grow.  “It’s me paying you back for our letter F huh?”

You tease, lightly slipping your fingers underneath the band of his boxers enough to feel it but not enough to actually touch him, wanting to toy with him a little bit.  You’re feeling confident for once and it definitely shows.  You decide to lighty run your fingers along his length as you slowly slide his boxers down his thighs, your eyes watching his as you do.

You smile, realizing he's already hard for you and you’ve barely touched him. He’s always really responsive, ready to go for you and you love it.  Love that you don’t have to try that hard to make him want you.  You can feel his eyes on you as your hand wraps around him, lightly stroking him to bring him standing the rest of the way before you lower your head.  You tongue leaves teasing trails down the length of him before you then circle the head with it a couple times.  Happy when you hear him groan softly as you tease him, letting you know that you are getting to him, which is your goal.

“I’m getting to you aren’t I?” You ask, watching him as you continue to tease him.  

“Fuck baby, yeah you are,” he says softly, one of his hands threading in your hair to pull it back from your face so he can see you easier.

You finally wrap your lips around him as you slowly take more of him, moving a bit lower along his length as you slowly bob your head, not quite giving him enough and knowing it.  You want to see how far you can push him before he gets rougher with you, gets annoyed and takes over.  

The answer is not much, because he slowly uses his hand that is in your hair to gently push you down further, making you take all of him as you try to relax around him, gagging slightly but trying to control it the best you can for him as he slowly uses his hold to help you move along his length, but not enough to make it uncomfortable.  You still have a majority of the power here as you do as he wants, him not taking control from you quite yet but you hope that changes soon.

“Can I?” He asks you, you know exactly what he is asking and nod.  Backing away from him slightly so he has room to stand up and do what he wants to with you, you are just as excited about it as he is.

This time when you take him back in your mouth his hand in your hair holds you in place as he starts to rock his hips, working himself as he sees fit in your mouth, slowly at first but then going harsher.  Knowing that you can take his cock like a good girl and let him fuck your face with it as he sees fit.

“You look so pretty like that, tears running down your face as you try not to choke around me,” he praises, his thrusts getting harsher, finding himself growing closer.

There's something about seeing you down on your knees, so willing to let him use you for what he needs, how he sees fit that makes you that much more attractive to him.  Makes him want this that much more.

Eventually he stalls when he pulls you all the way down on him, able to feel your throat swallowing around him on instinct for a moment before pulling back, watching you closely as you choke on him.  Knowing that he has this power of you right now, you’re letting him do this.   That’s all it takes for him to fully go for it, now chasing his high as it grows closer and closer as he uses you, thrusting rather harshly now as he hits his end.  Quickly pulling out of you and holding your head back so that he can finish against your throat, meeting his end of the deal as he watches it slowly start to run down your body. Realizing he still needs his photo as proof he quickly takes the photo and then runs off to find you something to clean yourself off with, helping you do so as you move to sit on the bed. 

He also has a second damp washcloth that he uses to help you clean up the makeup that's now running down your cheeks from when you eyes were watering while you worked him over.  He gently takes the rag and does it to help you, wanting to help take care of you like you did for him. 

Sometimes it amazes you when he does this, how he can go from being rather harsh with you to so gentle in just a few moments but that is a part of why you love him. That he can go back and forth with you and keep you on your toes, be harsh with you and then remind you that he loves you. 

When he’s done cleaning you up one of his hands settles on your thigh again, slowly tracing patterns on it as he trails it up, glancing at you.

“Your turn.”

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can i kiss you? | nate doe

a.n: I don't like writing with y/n, also feel free to send anything to my inbox

summary: Truth or dare at a party exposes Avery for never kissing anyone and her best friend Nate changes that

warnings: use of she/her pronouns, suggestive (hehe no smut) NOT PROOFREAD

Avery hated parties. She would rather be home, in her bed, sleeping. But Nate, he loved parties. He lived for them. The music in full blast, meeting new people and having new experiences.

She only came for him. He practically begged her to come with him. "Please Avery, I don't want to go by myself.. I'll make it up to you, I promise." He looked into her eyes. She caved, like always. His smile grew as the walked into the noisy house. She took a big breath in. He turned to her. He smiled softly and gave her hand a squeeze. She felt better knowing he wasn't going to leave her.

Every party they've been to together, Nate never left her side. He promised her he wouldnt leave her. Avery always told him he could, but he never did.

~ one hour later ~

Nate has probably talked to every person in this huge crowded party. Avery just followed him like a little kid. The party was still going hard. Definitely not ending anytime soon.

"Hey! Nathan!" Someone shouted from behind the two. They both turned around and saw Johnny waving him over. Nate started walking over, so Avery grabbed their drinks and walked over to Johnny too.

"Hey man, wassup?" Nate pulled him into a hig patting him on the back. Avery smiled at the interaction. Nate had always been a big people person. It warmed her heart how much kindness he had.

"Nothing much, just was wondering if you and Avery wanted to play truth or dare with us?" Johnny looked over to Avery and smiled. She mirrored his actions. Nate looked back at Avery, asking her if she wanted to play, with a look. She nodded, slightly nervous about the silly game.

The three of them headed over to the living room where the rest of the group sat around the table talking. Nate sat down next to Matt and patted the seat next to him for Avery. She sat down setting their drinks on the table. She waved at Matt, who waved back with a small smile.

"Ok! Who wants to go first!?" Chris slightly yelled. No one responded to him. "You guys are lame, guess I'm going first. Nate," He looked up at the sound of his name being said, "truth or dare?" Chris smiled.

Nate rolled his eyes."Truth." Nate smiled as he leaned back and brought his cup to his lips. Avery bit her lips slightly as she looked at him. He looked over at her and smirked. She gasped a little in shock as she reached for her cup to take a drink.

"Who do you think is the best kisser in the group?" Chris smiled like a kid in a candy shop. He loved these games. Nick rolled his eyes at him. He hated these games. Nate looked over the whole group before landing on his best friend next to him.

"Avery." He said while looking in her eyes. Avery stopped breathing for a sec and she felt her cheeks warm up. "Avery, truth or dare?" Nate smiled at her. She fiddled with empty solo cup nervously.

"Truth." She said in a whisper.

"WHAT?" Chris yelled at her. She looked at him with wide eyes. Nick hit him upside the head. Matt laughed and caused the whole group to start laughing.

"I said truth." She said more loudly towards Chris. She rolled her eyes. Nate smiled at her.

"Who's the person who kissed you the best?" Nate looked into her eyes with something she couldn't figure out. She licked her lips and looked around the group.

"I've never kissed anyone." She mumbled.

"Ok, I can't be the only one who can't hear her, right?" Chris complained. Matt and Nick rolled their eyes at their brother. He just looked at them with shock and waved his hands in the air. Nate furrowed his eyebrows together. Confused, he put his hand on her thigh to comfort her.

"What was that babe?" He asked her softly. His nickname for her going straight to her stomach. She looked in his eyes again.

"I've never kissed anyone." Avery said more clearly. Her cheeks heated up in embarrassment. His eyes widened in shock. Everyone's eyes went wide. They were all shocked. How could Avery never have kissed anyone? Especially when she went to parties with Nate all the time.

She laughed awkwardly "Ok, well, Johnny, truth or dare?" Everyone moved on from her confession. except Nate. He stared at her with confusion and wonder.

~ 20 minutes later ~

The game ended with Chris stripping down to his boxers and dancing like stripper on the table. Everyone was laughing, but agreed to end the game since it was getting pretty boring.

Avery got up to go get another drink and Nate followed her. She was about to grab a soda when he grabbed her wrist. Avery turned around to look at him. Her expression said 'What?'

"Have you actually never kissed anyone?" He asked her. She rolled her eyes at him and shook her wrist from his grasp. She grabbed the soda and walked away from him. She didn't want to further her embarrassment.

He reached her quickly and grabbed her by the waist. turning her around. "Jesus, Nate."

"I asked you a question Ree." He smirked at her, knowing she's getting embarrassed. She took a breath in and sighed.

"No, I've never kissed anyone." She again. got out of his grasp, "happy?"

He smiled at her. He grabbed the soda from her hand and set it on a near by counter. Nate grabbed her hands and look her in the eyes.

"Why?" He asked her with such a genuine tone, it threw her off.

"I don't know," she looked away from him, feeling her embarrassment coming back. "I just get to nervous and then I leave." She looked back into his eyes and saw him looking at her with an emotion she couldn't quite place.

"Why?" He asked her again. She rolled her eyes.

"Nate, I'm not in the mood for you to be messing with me right now." She turned around again and started to walk away from him. He obviously followed her.

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry." His apology made her turn around. She quicker an eyebrow, not believing him. "I just can't believe no one has ever kissed you. You have to be lying." He laughed gently.

"Well I'm not, it's embarrassing, so if you could stop bringing it up, that would be great. Thank you."

"I'll stop bringing it up," He started to smile at her, slowly, "if you kiss me."

Her jaw went to the floor. He's crazy, she thought. He looked at her with his smile still on his face and his big eyes looking to hers and grabbed her elbows. "Please."

She looked around the room, no one was really paying attention to anything going on around them. She looked back at Nate.

"Are you being for real?" She asked. He nodded his head. Avery took a breath in before telling him fine. Nate smile widened even more and his hands dropped from her shoulders to her hands.

He dragged her to the bathroom. "What are you doing?" She was out of breath, he made her run up the stairs and then down the hall, just to go into the bathroom.

"I don't want anyone to interrupt." She rolled her eyes, but felt her hands start to get clammy. This can't be happening. She's had a crush on Nate for so long and he's always flirted with her, but she never thought they would actually do anything.

Her thoughts were stopped when he grabbed her waist. Her breath got caught in her throat. Their bodies flushed together like two puzzle pieces. Nate looked into to her eyes once again. His left hand left her hip to place it on her cheek.

"Can I kiss you, Avery?" She nodded and leaned in slightly. "I need words babe." Said while leaning away from her face a little.

"Yes, Nate, you can kiss me." She said quietly. Scared if she talked to loud, she would wake up from her dream.

He smiled while leaning back in and ghosting his lips over hers. She could feel her heart beating put of her chest. She was pretty sure Nate could feel too. He pulled her into his lips by the back of her neck. His lips were soft and melted into hers perfectly.

Avery let go anything of her overthinking and kissed him back. Their lips molded together. She started rolling her body onto his, causing him to groan in response. The sound vibrated in her mouth, making her to release a moan back.

"Fuck." He groaned. pulling away from the kiss. Avery was breathing heavy and her eyes were still closed. Nate moved both of his hands to her hips, admiring how beautiful her swollen lips looked.

She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her. "Was it bad? I'm so sorry. I genuinely am so-" Nate kissed her again to shut her up.

"Don't apologize, that was amazing babe." She looked away from him and bit her lip. "Guess I was telling the truth when Chris asked me who was the best kisser." He smiled at her embarrassed smile and pecked her on the lips again.

a.n: Thanks for reading! lmk how you feel about it please lol!!

[wikiangela]

you're the one I want

the sneak peek and all the spec on the dash got me thinking and suddenly this happened

so here's a short fic with our soft boys in the secret relationship era lol

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“You know there’s only one person I’m interested in.” “And who might that be?” Buck leans back against the counter with a goofy grin, and Eddie wants to just go over there and kiss him. “Just my best friend I’m kind of hopelessly in love with.” Eddie shrugs, and enjoys seeing how Buck’s whole face gets red. OR, no one knows that Eddie and Buck are dating, Pepa tries to set Eddie up on dates, and Buck finds it amusing.

Eddie comes home to the TV quietly playing in the living room, and faint sounds of someone moving around the kitchen. A wide smile immediately pulls at his lips, as he takes his suit jacket off and walks towards the noise. He’s met with the sight of Buck putting clean dishes away in the cupboards, as the leftovers from dinner he made for himself and Chris sit in tupperware containers on the counter, waiting to be put in the fridge.

He doesn’t seem to notice Eddie at first, and Eddie allows himself to just look at how comfortable Buck seems here, how he’s so familiar with Eddie’s kitchen, like he belongs here. He’s wearing one of Eddie’s sweaters, and his hair is free of any product, curls looking so soft Eddie’s hand itches to run his hand through them. He just looks so soft and at home, and Eddie wants him to stay here forever.

“Shit, Eddie.” Buck hisses as he turns around and almost drops a plate when he notices Eddie. “You scared me.” he chuckles, then puts the plate in its place in the cupboard. 

“Sorry.” he says, still smiling, leaning against the door frame. “Chris in bed already?”

“In bed, but probably still awake. He has some thoughts about when his bedtime is.” Buck says with such a fond and loving smile, while Eddie just chuckles and shakes his head.

“Of course he does.”

“You’re home early.” Buck notices, glancing at the clock. And judging by him just now cleaning and putting food away, he and Chris must’ve eaten quite recently. And, well, Eddie’s not surprised Buck wasn’t expecting him home this early, because he thought he’d be a bit later, too. “Bad date?” he raises his eyebrow.

“Yeah, well, turns out she wasn’t all that interested, either.” he shrugs, and when his eyes meet Buck’s, they’re both smiling.

“Oh, you weren’t interested?” Buck asks, mock-surprised and teasing. “That’s the first I’m hearing about this, why didn’t you say anything?” he’s grinning with amusement, because, well, Eddie might’ve spent the last few days ranting about how much he didn’t want to go on this date, or any previous ones, but couldn’t find a good enough excuse to dissuade Pepa from trying to set him up.

“Oh, shut up.” Eddie laughs and rolls his eyes, but it’s more fond than anything else. “You know there’s only one person I’m interested in.”

“And who might that be?” Buck leans back against the counter with a goofy grin, and Eddie wants to just go over there and kiss him.

“Just my best friend I’m kind of hopelessly in love with.” Eddie shrugs, and enjoys seeing how Buck’s whole face gets red. It’s been a few weeks since it happened, since he and Buck kissed for the first time, after Eddie took him to that poker game, and then they had a very long and emotional conversation. And, well, now they’re together, dating each other, and it still feels so surreal sometimes, Eddie has to pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. The only thing is, this relationship is very fresh and new, and they want to keep it to themselves for just a little bit, really see where it’s going – as if they both weren’t a hundred percent sure it’s leading to forever. But they’re not ready to tell anyone yet, aside from Christopher, of course, who’s the only person who knows. Which is why Eddie’s stuck to go on pointless dates with the women his aunt is trying to set him up with.

“Well, that’s one lucky guy.” Buck comments, still blushing adorably. Eddie can’t take the distance anymore, and takes the few steps between them to lean in and kiss Buck, just a sweet, chaste brush of lips, as they both can’t stop smiling.

“I think I’m the lucky one.” he whispers, pulling away, looking at Buck’s awed expression, as if he’s also not quite believing it’s real. Then, he moves away and walks over to the tupperware containers. “What did you make? I’m starving.”

“Was your date really so disinterested you couldn’t even have dinner?” Buck asks, tone teasing, and Eddie can feel his eyes on him, as he opens the containers and is met with a delicious smell of a still slightly warm meal. “I don’t know how anyone can take a look at you and not be interested.” he adds, genuine wonder and shock in his voice, and it’s Eddie’s turn to blush.

“Well, she wasn’t, so we didn’t, we just had a drink while getting our stories straight for our tías’ interrogations.” he laughs, looking back at Buck, who still seems amused. It still baffles Eddie how he’s so okay with him going on those dates, while Eddie’s very close to just telling everyone that they’re dating. Though keeping it a secret, private, just between them for now is not only a little thrilling, but also it gives them time to just be together in this little bubble, and, selfishly, Eddie wants to keep Buck and his love just to himself for a little while longer. “Pass me a plate?” he adds, and Buck reaches back to the cupboard, and gives Eddie a plate, that he starts putting the meal onto.

“Was she nice, at least?”

“Yeah, really nice.” he answers distractedly, his stomach grumbling and just now letting him know how hungry he is. “But still didn’t beat around the bush, just straight up told me she’s not interested, so we didn’t have to pretend to let each other down easy, or anything.” he adds, taking the first bite and humming appreciatively – he fucking loves Buck’s cooking. “I appreciated that, because I could get back home to you quicker.” he smiles.

“So this date also didn’t change your mind about me?” Buck chuckles, but Eddie can see he’s only half-joking. And Eddie knows that Buck’s not jealous or threatened, or anything, and he mostly just loves making fun of Eddie while he complains about the dates – but there are those moments, have been since even before Pepa suggested that first date a few days ago, where Buck gets like this. Eddie puts the plate on the counter, and takes a step towards his boyfriend.

“Buck.” Eddie takes his face into his hands. “Nothing can ever change my mind about you. You’re the one I want, alright? You’re my person, and I love you so much.” he says with determination, seeing Buck’s eyes soften.

“I know that. I love you, too. I guess I’m just- I don’t know.” he shrugs and laughs quietly. “I’m being ridiculous. It’s just that sometimes it seems too good to be true.” he sighs, his arms wrapping around Eddie’s waist, as he leans his forehead against Eddie’s.

“I know what you mean.” Eddie chuckles, thumbs caressing Buck’s cheeks gently. “But there’s nothing you ever have to worry about. You have me, forever. And-” he hesitates. “And as much as I’d like to keep this, and you, just to myself, maybe we should start telling people.” his heart thumps a little harder, in excitement but also a bit anxiousness. Because once they start telling people, it’ll be official, and it’ll get out of the comfort of home, and Eddie feels a little vulnerable, letting everyone see his heart so clearly. “Just a warning: if we tell Pepa, my whole family will know within an hour, so make sure you’re ready for a lot of introductions and interrogation very soon.” he laughs, then pulls away enough to leave a kiss on Buck’s forehead, then his lips. “What do you say?”

“I say…” Buck looks him in the eyes with a gorgeous smile. “As funny as your annoyance with the dates has been, I kinda don’t wanna share you anymore, even if those weren’t real dates.” he admits, and Eddie chuckles, and kisses him again. 

“Alright. Then we’re telling people.” he’s grinning so wide his cheeks hurt, and, well, maybe he’s more excited about that than he expected. 

He pulls away from Buck, about to get back to eating, when Buck snatches the plate from his hand and goes towards the microwave.

“Let me heat it up for you, and you could go check if Chris is still up.” he says, glancing at the clock again, and, well, it is getting late. And Eddie’s heart melts, seeing how truly comfortable Buck is being here, being at his house, being Chris’ parent, and Eddie’s partner. 

Suddenly, he’s very excited to tell people, because when he asks Buck to move in, he imagines everyone will be confused if they don’t have the full picture. And, well, he’s planning on asking that very soon.

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[bubblegumfrosting]

Cherries and Vanilla

Pairing: Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff

Summary: You’ve been best friends with Chrissy since freshman year but recently you couldn’t ignore your true feelings for her.

Warnings: Mentions of homophobia, mentions of bulimia

A/n: As a femme bisexual who is attracted to femmes this warms my heart!! I love writing girly stuff and this fic is so adorable!!

Chrissy is your best friend and it’s been that way since freshman year. The two of you do everything together, she’s so easy to get along with and she makes you feel appreciated. You were the only person she opened up to about her bulimia and you never left her side.

Junior year is the year you discovered your feelings for Chrissy extended that of friendship. You’d always get distracted at cheer practice because you couldn’t help but admire her. Every time she twirled the air was filled with her sweet vanilla perfume, the one you gave her for her birthday. The way she did your makeup before a game leaves you yearning to feel more of her touch. How your heart would skip a beat when she put her head on your lap. This is how you knew you were in love with your best friend.

You knew others who were attracted to the same sex like your friend Robin but it didn’t make your situation any less stressful. You knew how people would look at you if they found out. How would she look at you?

To make matters worse, she’s dating Jason, Hawkins High’s very own stereotypical jock. They are the it couple of the school and everyone is jealous of their relationship, everyone including you.

What did she see in that douche? He’s always out with his friends or at basketball practice. Jason never makes time for Chrissy, she deserves better, she deserves someone who appreciates her like how you appreciate her. But if Jason ever found out how you felt about Chrissy he’d never let her see you again.

So here you were comforting Chrissy who was crying because Jason bailed on her again, “He promised Y/n!”, she sobbed as you held her in your arms.

You were in Chrissy’s room sitting on her floral duvet as Blondie plays softly in the background, “I’m so sorry Chris, you don’t deserve this.”, your fingers brush through her blonde hair.

She pulls away and wipes her tears, how could she be so pretty even when she cries, “Let’s go out.”, she sniffles.

“Hmm..Dairy Queen?”, you asked.

“You know me so well Y/n/n!”, she smiled and grabbed your hand dragging you down the stairs and out of the house.

The two of you giggled and laughed as you walked towards the destination. The once solemn atmosphere was replaced by a warm glow, a glow only she could create.

By the time you guys arrived at Dairy Queen it was late and the sun was barley in the sky. No one else was there, just you and her. In order to save money Chrissy got one large sundae to share. Seeing her eat make you happy.

Since Dairy Queen only has an outdoor patio you shivered under the cold breeze. Chrissy scooted closer to you and put her head on your shoulder, “I feel like you’re the only person who’s there for me.”, she said and grabbed you hand to interlock it with hers.

You set the sundae down next to you, “Don’t say that Chris, so many people love you and care for you.”, she nuzzled her head closer into you.

“But no one cares about me as much as you do.”, you blushed at her words and she continued, “I’d rather be dating you than Jason.”.

You froze, did she just say that in a “you’re my best friend and I love you” sorta way or “I romantically like you” sorta way?

“Wh-what do you mean by that?”, you said in a hushed voice. Chrissy looked up at you and suddenly you felt her soft lips on yours. You tasted her cherry lipgloss and reminisce of vanilla ice cream. You both melted into the kiss, melted into each other.

She pulled back, “Is this okay?”,.

“More than okay.”, you smiled and pulled her into another kiss, it was gentle yet heated. Her hand rested just under your skirt on your exposed thigh, your arms draped over her shoulders and met each other behind her neck.

When the kiss ended you got the courage to speak up, “Chrissy, I like you…romantically.”, she brushed your hair to the side.

“I know, I’ve been too nervous to say anything.”, she looked up at the stars and you did the same.

“So do you feel the same way? Or did our friendship become really awkward?”, you said the last part under your breath.

Chrissy grabbed your chin to look at her, “Of course I feel the same way, how could I not fall in love with you.”. She stood up and you followed her.

“What about Jason?”, she laughed and rolled her eyes.

“What about him? I don’t need him now that I have the prettiest girl in the whole school.”, your heart quickened at that statement.

“I think we both know you’re the prettiest.”, you teased.

Chrissy stole a quick kiss on your lips, “Race you home?”.

“Oh you’re on, and don’t expect me to go easy on you because you’re cute.”, Chrissy started running and you followed close behind.

Both you and Chrissy could be heard laughing and yelling by everyone as you ran back to her home. People may see you as friends but you both know you’re lovers.