Something So Sweet About Chris Still Holding Nicks Arm As He Pulls Away

something so sweet about chris still holding nicks arm as he pulls away

imagine Matthew Sturniolo humiliating you on camera. making you feel dirty.

cw.. sex tape, major humiliation (obvi), oral (male receiving), fingering.

Matt's hand held the camera steady, capturing every intimate detail as you kneeled before him. your tear-filled eyes looked up at him, a mix of submission and desire in your gaze.

his heart raced as he reveled in the sight before him, his body responding to the beautiful image of you on your knees. he could see the slight trembling of your lips as his tip touched the back of your throat, your mouth stretched around him.

a single tear slid down your cheek as you met his intense gaze, your throat working as you tried to accommodate him. you could taste the slight saltiness of his pre-cum, mixed with your own drool, trickling down your chin and onto your chest.

his breath hitched as he felt your throat muscles contract around him, your tears only serving to heighten his desire. he slowly began to move his hips, thrusting in and out in a tortuously slow rhythm.

as he continued to thrust into your mouth, he noticed your hand suddenly shoot up to tap his thigh. you were signaling for air, your need for oxygen becoming more urgent. with a growl, he pulled out of your mouth, his cock glistening with saliva.

you gasped for air, your chest heaving as you took in deep breaths. your grip on his thigh tightened, a mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through your veins. you let your head fall forward, your hair creating a curtain around your face.

he watched your reactions intently, a smirk playing on his lips as he noticed your body language. despite the humiliation, you were still turned on, your nipples hard and visible through your thin bra. he reached down to stroke your cheek, his fingers trailing along your jawline.

you shuddered at his touch, your body responding even as your mind struggled to process the situation. you could feel the heat radiating from him, his masculine scent invading your senses. slowly, you looked up at him with a mix of submission and defiance in your eyes.

he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke in a low, husky voice. "you want more, don't you?" his hand slid down from her cheek to your throat, applying gentle pressure that sent a rush of adrenaline through your body.

you whimpered, your body instinctively responding to matthews touch. he guided you back to his still-hard member, pressing the tip against your lips. "open up," he commanded, his fingers tangling in your hair to pull your head back.

your breath hitched at the rough treatment, your lips parting instinctively. he wasted no time, thrusting himself back into your mouth. the mix of cum and saliva refilling your senses, sending a nervous tingle down your spine.

your tongue swirled over the tip of his cock, teasing the sensitive flesh as you tried to adjust to the renewed intrusion. you could hear his low groans, the sound sending a jolt of pure longing through your body.

"you’re so pretty," he lowly growled, his grip tightening in your hair as he used your mouth. the camera captured every moment, the image of your lips wrapped around his cock, burned into the memory card.

"fuck— just like that," he praised, his hips rocking forward slightly as he thrust into your eager mouth. the words seemed to inflame you further, and you found yourself rutting your hips against the empty air, seeking some measure of friction for your aching core.

his eyes darkened with lust as he watched your desperate movements, your body craving satisfaction even as your mouth serviced him. he picked up the pace, fucking your face with increased vigor, determined to make you suffer through the pleasure you denied yourself.

you moaned around his cock, the sound muffled but still loud enough to be picked up by the camera. your hands wandered down your body, cupping your breasts over your undergarment before slipping beneath to tease your nipples through the fabric.

as you pinched and rolled your nipples, his control snapped. he yanked your head back, his cock slipping from your lips with a wet pop. "you want to play with yourself? i'll give you something better to focus on,"

he pulled you to your feet, and then spun you around. he bent you over the bed, exposing your bare ass. the camera panned down, recording every moment of his rough handling for posterity.

he trailed his fingers down your spine, earning a shiver from you as he reached your lower back. "wider," he demanded, and you spread your legs without hesitation. his fingers found the wetness between your legs, drawing a hiss from you as he dipped them inside.

you bucked your hips against his hand, desperate for the friction his fingers provided. the camera captured the lewd angle as he fingered you in full view of the recording lens. he chuckled, the sound dark and wicked.

squelching noises filled the room, punctuated by the wet sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of you. he forced your legs to spread further, determined to showcase every detail on camera. "look at that," he snarled.

your fingers gripped the sheets on the bed, your knuckles turning white from the force. your back arched, pushing your ass further towards him as she begged, "m-ore, please—harder, faster, just—"

he obliged, his fingers pistoning into your dripping cunt with brutal efficiency. the camera captured every obscene detail, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, your choked moans, and the desperate way you held onto the bed.

"cum for me baby," he growled, his fingers curling inside you to hit that sweet spot that would send you careening over the edge.

your legs began to tremble, the pressure inside you building to an unbearable peak. with a final thrust, he forced you to squirt all over the bed and his buried fingers, you whine, the desperate need and pleasure echoing in the room.

Matthew pulled out, praising you as he watched you ride out the rest of your orgasm on the bed. you gasped and twitched as he rubbed his fingers against your sensitive clit, draining you dry. "good girl,"

©sturnlovaa

rope bunny (pillow princess pt 2) | c. sturniolo

→ chris x fem!reader

→ plot; after your first night with chris, you do your best to stay out of the radar of his brothers. when you two return back to your room after filming, chris has a kink he wants to work out with you.

→ includes; smut, unprotected sex, restraining, f! oral, getting caught (kinda), creampie, angst if you squint, light fluff

→ a/n; i was going to post tomorrow but i could not WAIT hope i did it justice for everyone since this is my most loved fic (out of three lol but still crazy) and this one’s for the horny freaky FUCKS, ur just like me and i’m just like u, enjoy 🙈

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i opened my eyes and squint, adjusting to the bright sun entering the room. i’m still naked, still hugging chris, and still buzzed from the events of last night.

he’s already on his phone, and when he notices that i’m awake and looking at him, he smiles and peppers kisses all over my face,

“mornin’ baby,” placing the last kiss on my lips, making sure this one was longer than the others.

“good morning, how did you sleep?” i ask while stretching, the blanket slipping down, exposing my bare chest.

chris bites his lip lightly, “slept good, feeling even better now,” he whispers into my ear, taking a hand and squeezing.

i do my best to not groan at his action, since the day has just started, “chris! seriously? not right now!” i laugh, slightly pushing him away and crawling out of bed to get myself into the shower.

he frowns at the loss of contact, “sorry i just cant help mysel- are you showering? can i come with???” he pleads after watching me grab a towel and shuffle to the bathroom,

as much as i want to get in to the shower with him right now, i know were in a rush and we have places to be with nick and matt, and i don’t think we need them on our trail with both of us coming out of the room with wet hair.

“didn’t you shower last night? plus we have to get going in 20, that’s not enough time for-“

“for what?” he smirks,

“nothing, it’s just not enough time!” i half yell, slamming the bathroom door. honestly, the fact that he’s so needy already is cute.

it makes me wonder how he’s going to act when we’re with nick and matt. is it going to be awkward? obvious? are they going to clock us right away and never speak to me again? i shudder at my own imagination. i guess we’ll find out today.

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they haven’t picked up on anything.

which is good, because chris and i aren’t exactly doing a very good job at keeping a low profile.

he’s been stealing kisses from me all day; whenever the camera is not on, we’ll find ourselves trailing behind the group just to give each other a few quick pecks,

even sitting next to me and squeezing my thighs under the table when we go out to eat, laughing when he sees me trying to control myself under his touch.

“we’ve got to get going to the driskill now, is everyone ready?” nick asks, and we all nod following him out of the restaurant and to the hotel.

of course, chris and i “unintentionally” trail to the back again, holding hands and kissing behind his oblivious brothers.

that is, until matt turns his head around just as chris is about to kiss me again, and we have to almost rip apart at his eye contact.

“jesus, what’s wrong with you two??” matt questions with a chuckle, with good reason because i’m obviously extremely startled by almost getting caught.

“nothing, i was just saying something to scare her before we got to the hotel,” chris says nonchalantly, the lie slipping off his tongue easily.

“well i don’t want to know, i’m already fucking terrified,” nick chimes in, thankfully not turning around and continuing to keep his eyes ahead of him.

matt agrees, and they carry their own conversation, forgetting about us. chris gives me a little wink and a quick peck on the side of the head, both of us in a silent agreement not to try anything to close to them, it not being worthy the risk.

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we’ve been filming for about an hour or two at this point, we end up in a room where sam and colby decide this is where we’re doing the estes method.

“okay so y/n and nick can go first, just sit over on that couch put these blindfolds and headphone on and you’ll start hearing words playing back to you,” sam tells us while handing nick and i our gear.

chris watches me without even blinking while i put my blindfold on, and i stare back at him until i see nothing.

nick and i do it for about 10 minutes and we were able to get some good stuff for their video,

“matt and chris, how about y’all try it next” colby says as nick and i unblind ourselves.

i hand chris my blindfold and he bends down to my level, “you look so fucking sexy with a blindfold on, remind me to steal those from them later,” he whispers and smiles devilishly, taking the blindfold from my hands and claiming my spot.

i can feel my heart rate pick up at both his comment and our proximity to the others, it seems like he really does not care about getting caught; or he just lives for the thrill of it.

now that him and matt have the blindfolds on, chris starts man spreading, bucking his hips upwards and throwing his head back.

this man knows exactly what he’s fucking doing.

every word he says is in a low, slow voice, and i’m sure he’s laughing in his head at the vision of me squirming at what he’s doing.

him and matt finish, chris taking matt’s blindfold from him, “i can put these away for you guys,” he says to colby, and he thanks him and the group starts walking towards the bathroom.

i look back at chris and he’s shoving the blindfolds into his pocket, bringing his index finger to his lips, giving me a silent hush. my breath hitches and i don’t want to even let myself get hot and bothered by what he could be having in store for me later.

the fantasy that almost begins to brew in my head is flushed by nick and matt's whispers ahead of me.

“i don’t know, it’s weird!”

“i don’t believe you for a second.”

“i swear, i don’t know what happened last night, but something is going on between them,”

i feel my heart sink to my stomach the second i hear those words come out of matt’s mouth. he must have suspected something when we were walking to the hotel. were we being that obvious the whole day? i can’t even remember at this point.

i can feel my heart race and breath pick up, anxiety seeping through my body before i feel a hand on my shoulder,

“you good?” chris looks at me, a worried expression on his face.

the last thing i want to do is make him worry about his brother’s speculations, so i give him a half hearted smile,

“yes, just tired that’s all,” his eyes search my face,

“me too, it’s okay we’ll be done filming soon,” he pats my shoulder lightly and turns to talk to his brothers. i’m jealous of how calm he’s able to be with the way he’s asking. it’s not like i’m the one who’s being risky, but it sure as hell feels like it does.

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it’s around one in the morning when we say goodbye to sam and colby and start heading back to our own hotel.

i decided to walk with nick instead of chris, and even then i can feel matt’s eyes burning into the back of my head.

i do my best to actually keep eye contact with him whenever he looks at me just so i can show i don’t have the “we both know i’m with your brother” expression on my face.

“goodnight, we’ll see you guys tomorrow to check out thrifts and shit,” chris starts, before beginning to walk in the direction of our room.

“what? i thought we were all going to hang in our room for a little,” nick asks, looking at me confused,

“nah, y/n told me she’s super tired and i don’t want to keep her up if i come in late, right, y/n?”

god he’s so fucking good on the spot it drives me nuts.

“yeah i’m exhausted, all that ghost hunting has me beat, but don’t worry nick i promise shopping tomorrow will make up for it,” i say,

“keep your promise missy!”

i salute him before giving nick an arm hug and walking away as we blow each other a kiss.

chris keys us in to our room, while looking back at me with a sweet smile and kisses me on the cheek,

“m’lady,” he says while ushering me to go in, causing me to roll my eyes and giggle.

i don’t even have time to think before chris slams me into the door of the room and pushes his lips into mine.

we moan into each others mouths, his arms snaking around my waist and mine wrapping around his neck on cue.

“fuck, i’ve been needing you all day, i don’t know how i waited this long,” chris says breaking the contact between our mouths and moving his lips down to my neck with a trail of sloppy kisses,

“jump,” he demands, and i do and he holds my legs in place around his legs,

“chris,” i breathe out, unable to come up with complete sentences to say.

he moves his lips back up to mine, and without breaking our kiss lays me down on the bed, himself still standing over me.

chris breaks away fast and harsh, i look at him slightly confused,

“what’s wrong? what are you do-oh my god,”

chris pulls out both blindfolds he stole while we were filming, which i had entirely forgotten about. honestly i thought he just put them in his pocket for the theatrics, but i was dead wrong.

“thought i forgot about these, huh? i couldn’t get the sight of you with it on out of my head,” he says while removing my top then kissing the part of my breasts that are exposed through my bra.

“i couldn’t decide if i wanted to blindfold you or tie you up with it, so i decided on both. now strip,” he stands up tall and holds the silky fabric between his hands, wrapping it around his left knuckles.

i do as i’m told and i get completely naked, sinking to the ground in front him.

he takes his top layers off until he’s standing there in just pants, eyes dark and peering down at me.

i can feel myself quickly getting soaked, and chris grabs my throat and pulls me up closer to his level,

“you’re gonna do as i say, got that baby?” i nod vigorously, and he motions for me to lay on the bed.

“put your arms pretty girl,” he husks, kissing up my naked body before tying my wrists together in a bow above my head.

“i didn’t think you would be into this kind of thing, christopher,” i purr at him, watching chris bite his lip at my comment,

“i’m mainly just in to you, and since you’re mine i get to try anything i want with you, right?” he says, dipping down to suck on my nipple.

the feeling causes me to moan and squeeze my legs together, aching for him to absolutely fuck me senseless.

“r-right,” i say in a breathless agreement, and he gives me that devilish smile once again.

“good. now just lay back and enjoy it all baby,” he brings the blindfold up to my face and i lift my head so he can tie it around my head.

immediately i feel his hand go between my soaking core, causing me to arch my back even his gentle touch,

“you’re already so wet, you make it so hard to not fuck you so quick,” his voice rings into my ears like a melody as his two fingers enter me with ease.

“oh fuck, mmm…chris-“ i wriggle in my makeshift handcuffs when he curls his fingers with each pump, hitting the perfect spot every single time.

he removes his fingers from inside me, and i groan at the void of the pleasure that was building up inside me.

suddenly he pushes my legs further apart, and i gasp when i feel his mouth sucking on my clit.

pornographic moans echo in the room, and he buries his face deeper into my pussy, vibrations of his moans sending me further into a frenzy.

i’d give fucking anything to grip on to his hair right now, but since that option was taken away from me i’m left squirming under his touch, feeling the knots in my stomach grow tighter by the minute.

“shit right there, don’t fucking stop please,” i feel like i’m going to explode as he goes between sucking on my clit and giving fast licks to it on the tip of his tongue.

“how could i? you taste so sweet, y/n, god i love your pussy in my face,” he says before immediately going back to his attack on my core.

“b-baby i’m so close,” i practically scream out,

“let it all out f’me pretty girl,” he mumbled against me, and i release all over, feelings my legs trembling over my high.

i feel chris’ soaking wet mouth on my lips again, tasting myself as he explores my mouth with his.

he breaks away and i inhale deeply, picking up the sounds of his belt and the undoing of a zipper.

i feel his dick rub between me a few times before he immediately starts thrusting, holding my hips in place for his movement.

“ah chris! too much, too much!” i groan, my body still aching and the overstimulation well washed on me.

“no, take it—take it like the good girl i know you are,” he says, not breaking a rhythm of the pace of him slamming into me.

our moans meet once again, and his roughness only takes me further on the path to another orgasm.

he only moves his body to kiss me, rough and hard like his own movements.

“fuck y/n, i’m not lasting long with you,” he whimpers out, and i cant even focus on the words he’s saying because of the fire ready to burst inside of me.

“chris i-i’m gonna c-cum again,” i manage to say barely above a whisper, i’m so fucked out that even breathing is a challenge at this point.

“cum with me,” he says, his thrusts becoming sloppier, and we both reach out highs, feelings myself becoming warm with my own and his juices mixing inside of me.

chris removed the blindfold around my wrists and face, his tired eyes meeting mine.

he kisses all over my face with slow, gentle presses, “how was that?” he asks, then kissing the tip of my nose once more.

it’s insane how much of a different person chris turns into when we fuck.

“it was so good chris, thank you,” i say before reaching for my phone and crawling back on top of the bed.

chris joins me, and i lay on his body with my leg thrown over him; gently scratching my leg.

i notice i’m at low battery, thinking to get a charger, but immediately groaning in annoyance.

“what, what’s wrong?”

“i left my charger in their room. can you go get it? they must think i’m asleep by now,” i ask with doe eyes.

i know he’s going to do it anyway, but what’s the fun without teasing?

he laughs, “well since you asked so nicely,” he says before pecking my cheek,

“i can, i’ll be right back,”

i hum in response and he gets up, throwing just his boxers and a robe on.

i don’t bother putting on any clothes yet, but i do make myself comfortable in the blanket of the bed.

i close my eyes and hear the door open,

“okay WHAT the fuck.”

my eyes shoot open as i see matt and nick looking straight at me, horror filling both of their eyes.

chris is in a robe, i’m still very obviously naked, and there’s the stolen blindfolds on the bed; it’s not a good look.

i don’t even know what to say, the ringing in my ears beginning, feeling like i’m going to pass out.

why are they even here? were they listening? waiting?

i’m so full of embarrassment and anger, that i can’t even control myself.

“GET OUT, ALL OF YOU GET OUT!” i scream, and all of them look at me in shocked silence while i take the heap of blanket out of the bed with me and shove chris out of the room into the hallway with nick and matt.

it isn’t his fault, but it kind of is. for some reason i’m not really angry with him, more so at the situation. all of this could’ve been avoided if we just said something sooner and that’s what makes me feel the worst.

i quickly change into a pair of chris’ sweats and my own tshirt, rubbing my face into my palms as i brace myself to open the door again.

“y/n-“ matt starts,

“so you think it’s okay to fucking listen in on us through the door like a creep? what is wrong with you!” i yell, feeling the tears begin to pool into my eyes,

“no, no! that’s not what happened, we came because-“

“i heard what you said at the driskill!”

“what?” chris looks at the two confused, and they just ignore his expression and relay their focus back to me,

“y/n, we were just joking around. we came to bring you your charger that you left in my bag. anyway, we didn’t think actually anything was going on between you two.” nick starts calmly, allowing my own temper to mellow out with his soft speaking.

“yeah, we were just messing around. but obviously there was some… truth to it,” matt finishes.

chris sits silently next to me on the bed rubbing my back while i bury my face in my hands in shame.

“i’m so sorry guys, i don’t want you to fucking hate me for this, especially you nick; we were friends first,” i lightly sob into my hands and nick sits down on the other side of me,

“hey no, i, we, could never hate you for dating our brother— you guys are like, dating now right?” he says, looking at chris with raised eyebrows,

and i look at him, knowing we’re more that just fuck buddies; he said so himself. but just out of the curiosity of what he will say to his own brothers.

“of course we are,” we smile at each other and i turn back to nick,

“then i’m happy for you both. just remind me to fucking rip my ears and eyes out after hearing, and SEEING what i just witnessed,” he exclaims, throwing his hands up and closing his eyes, trying to shake the memories from his head.

“oh GOD, please tell me you didn’t hear much?” i look at him and matt with pleading eyes,

“don’t worry, just the OHHH CHRIS, IM GONNA CUM!” matt mocks him; nick groaning in disgust and chris and i turning red at his words.

“okay okay, thank you guys now get out, and don’t stick around uninvited,” chris says, getting up and opening the door for them.

“hope you guys will actually be fuckin asleep when we see you next!” nick says, the door following soon behind him.

chris takes a deep sign, “well, that was out sooner than later. are you okay?”

“yeah, i am. i’m glad they know now, i don’t know how long we could’ve kept this up without them knowing,” i say,

he plays with the end of my hair, “me too, i never want to keep you a secret,” he gives me a half crooked smile,

i kiss him gently and wrap my arms around him, his presence safe and calming.

“thank you, chris. i do need to shower though, i’m still… covered,” i say, collecting a towel and some of chris’ clothes he’s been letting me borrow.

“can i come with this time?”

“chris!”

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@chrizzpiecreme @viiiwwwee @mattsbrowser @anna-sturniolo @kellynlovesmatt

POV- bf chris watching you sxy dance from afar in the club after teasing him all night long.

matt version

bf!matt headcannons🙌

˚ · . 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼… mostly fluff, some nsfw

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ꕥ hates heavy pda, but will hold your hand or give you a small kiss if there isn’t many people around

ꕥ keeps his hand on your thigh while he drives

ꕥ lets you color in his tattoos if y’all get bored enough

ꕥ loves the fact that you’re friends with his brothers and aren’t awkward around them

ꕥ does lots of little things for you, like buying flowers, cooking(he tries but it doesn’t always turn out the best), planning cute dates

ꕥ never forgets things you tell him. you mention a shirt you like ? he’ll have it for you in a couple days

ꕥ acts like he’s annoyed when you wear his clothes but he secretly loves it

ꕥ will get hard immediately when you sit on his lap

ꕥ car sex. all i gotta say

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˚ · . 𝓪/𝓷… the new inside out movie is so cuteeee

imagine Christopher Sturniolo betraying your trust in the worst possible way — part two !

cw: unprotected p n v, weed + alcohol intake, profanity, argument, crying, y/n.

read part one before getting into this one !

based off this ask !

you whimpered as he pounded into you, the force of his thrusts jolting your sensitive body. you couldn't believe you'd let yourself get this far with him again, after everything he'd done.

but the combination of the alcohol and weed from the party had blurred your judgement, making it all too easy for Chris to reel you back in. you gasped as he reached around to touch your clit, his fingers teasing and rubbing in time with his thrusts.

you weren't completely lost to the pleasure though. you had enough sanity left to make him put his phone where you could see it, ensuring he wasn't recording this vulnerable moment. you'd be damned if he hurt you like that again.

the sex was rough, fueled by a mix of anger, lust, and sadness. he was relentless in his assault, while you could only moan and gasp in response. you couldn’t help it, it felt good to have him fill you up again.

with every thrust, you felt yourself slipping further away from reality, your body and mind trying to find escape on their own accord. your hands gripped the sheets tightly, your nails digging in as you closed your eyes and tried to focus on anything but the man behind you.

as you rode the wave of pleasure, you couldn't help but remember how you had threatened him with legal action if he didn't take the video down. you had been so confident in your words, believing you had the power to make him pay for what he had done.

but here you were, giving into his touch once again. you felt ashamed and weak, but also unable to deny the pleasure coursing through your core. you huffed as he reached around to pinch your nipples roughly, mixed feelings of pain and ecstasy warring within you.

you let out a loud moan as he continued to dominate you, his harshness only serving to heighten the sensations coursing through you. your mind was a jumbled mess of shame, guilt and pleasure, and you couldn't tell which one was winning.

as you reached your peak, you bit down on your lip to stifle the scream that threatened to escape. your body shuddered as Chris thrust deeper inside of you, his own release joining with yours.

with a groan, he finally let himself come down from his high, leaning over you from behind and pulling some of your hair aside to expose your shoulder, which he then pressed a firm, grateful kiss to. he panted heavily against your skin, the smell of sex and sweat filling the air.

whilst you both lay there, trying to catch your breaths, you found yourself letting out a few shameful tears that'd built up. you knew you should have been stronger, should have resisted his advances and held onto your resolve.

you felt pathetic, used, and disgusting. yet, even as you chastised yourself, you couldn't help but feel the smallest flicker of pleasure at the idea of being desired by him. it was a confusing mix of emotions, one that you knew would take time to sort out.

after a few moments of silence, he stirred onto his side, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. "you're still upset with me, aren't you?" he murmured, to which you didn't respond, not trusting yourself to speak.

instead, you simply nodded, your hair brushing against his chin. he sighed, his hands trailing down to your hips. "i know i messed up, but please don't punish me for it," he pleaded, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation.

you rolled over to face him, your eyes flashing with anger. "don't play the victim card with me," you snapped, your voice cold. "after what you did, the way you so lewdly sexualized my vulnerability the last time we spoke. you have no right to act as though you're the one who's been wronged," your cheeks burned with shame as you recalled the degrading words he spoke, the way he'd treated you like a plaything rather than a person with agency.

his face fell as he took in your words, his eyes darkening with guilt. "i know i crossed a line," he said softly, his voice full of regret. "and I'm sorry. but please, don't let that define us,"

you let out a bitter scoff, rolling your eyes at his lousy attempt at contrition. "easy for you to say," you spat, your words dripping with venom. "you got exactly what you wanted," you paused, examining his expression, "and now you want to pretend that it never happened? that we can just move on like nothing's changed?" your voice trembled with anger as you finished, "you don't get to decide when we move on. you don't get to erase what you did,"

Chris' lips twitched into a smirk, clearly unfazed by your outrage. “you’re so sensitive," he teased, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "maybe that’s something you should’ve thought of before letting me stick my dick inside you,"

your eyes flashed with a mix of fury and humiliation at his crude remark. "fuck you," you hissed, your face burning with shame as you sat up, attempting to get off the bed.

his strong grip halted your retreat, forcing you to turn back towards him. his eyes locked onto yours, a firm resolve etched on his features. "we had an agreement," he said, his voice low and even. "benefits, no strings attached. you knew what you were getting into,"

you trembled in his grasp, your body still reeling from the emotional turmoil. "that was before you treated me like a goddamn toy," you seethed, your voice strained. "before you stripped me of my autonomy and reduced me to a plaything."

his grip tightened on your wrist, his face twisting in frustration. "i never treated you like that," he said through gritted teeth. "you were the one who couldn't keep your emotions in check. i gave you what you wanted,"

your eyes were clouded with tears that threatened to spill at any moment. "what i wanted was respect and decency," you whispered, your voice quivering with emotion. "but all I got from you was a cold, emotionless fuck and a pat on the back,"

"you wanted me to be something i'm not," he snapped, frustration boiling over. "you wanted me to be sensitive and caring, when all i am is a fucking man-whore. be so for real,"

with a forceful yank, you freed yourself from his grasp, standing up on shaky legs. "fine," you spat, your voice dripping with contempt. "be the whore you are. fuck anyone who will let you, as long as it's not me,"

his eyes narrowed, a mix of anger and hurt flashing across his features. "you don't get to dictate who i sleep with," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "i'll fuck whoever the hell i want, whenever i want,"

your eyes flashed with anger, your voice trembling as you spoke. "you know what? i don't care who you fuck. i'm done being your amusement. go find someone else to use and throw aside,"

his eyes flickered with a surge of emotions he couldn't quite define, masking them with a cold, calculating gaze. "i'll do whatever the fuck i want, y/n," he repeated, his voice devoid of emotion.

your gaze bore into his, a bitter edge to your words. "see where that gets you in life," you said, your tone laced with disdain. "a reputation as a selfish, manipulative fuckboy. alone, with no one to call your own,"

his eyes darkened as he crossed the distance between the two of you in a quick, menacing stride. before you could react, his hand wrapped around your throat, the pressure increasing as he pulled you closer to him. "you think you can talk to me like that?"

Chris' grip on your throat tightened enough to ensure you were fully focused on him, but too loose to block your airway. his eyes were hard and cold, his voice a low snarl, "you don't get to lecture me about my life and my choices?"

he growled, his grip on your throat tightening once more for a brief moment before he let go completely. "i'll do what i want, and you'll damn well deal with it," he spat out, his words echoing with a dangerous promise.

your eyes were hard, resolve flashing through them. slowly, as you rubbed at your throat, you replied, "and you'll have to deal with it when I decide to fuck whoever i want, too,"

his expression darkened, a low, menacing chuckle rumbling in his chest. "oh, i'll deal with it alright," he murmured, his gaze trailing down your body with clear intent. "and i'll make damn sure you regret it,"

your brows furrowed, your voice laced with venom. "so it's okay for you to sleep around, but i'm not allowed to have my own desires or make my own choices?"

he sneered, using your previous innocence as a weapon. "you were mine the moment i took your virginity," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "whether you realized it or not, you've always come crawling back to me, y/n,"

you glared at him, your head shaking in denial. "that means nothing," you retorted, your voice thick with anger. "you don't own me, and just because I didn't fight back then doesn't mean you have the right to control me now,"

"then prove it," he demanded, taking a step closer to you. his eyes bore into yours as he continued, "leave me. leave tonight and never come back. show me that i don't have control over you, that you're not just coming back because you can't help yourself,"

you paused for a moment, your eyes never leaving his. you knew he was right. you knew if you walked out that door, you wouldn't come back. the thought alone secretly broke your heart, but the truth was, you needed to prove you weren't his puppet. "alright," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. his expression softened slightly, surprise flickering in his eyes before he masked it with a smirk. "oh, i'll miss you," he teased, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

your patience had run thin. you couldn't take his taunting anymore. with fire in your eyes, you reached up and slapped his hand away from your face. your heart raced as you turned on your heel and headed for the door.

you could hear his unsympathetic laughter fading behind you as you stepped out onto the cold streets. the tears began to fall down your face, but you didn't look back. you were determined to stick to your word.

a car pulled up slowly beside you, and you glanced over, wiping the tears from your cheeks. to your surprise, you saw Matthew, smiling at her from the driver's seat. "need a ride?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

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