BED CHEM Introducing Story. (frat) Fuckboy! Chris X Playgirl! Reader . . . @mattscoquette For The Plot

⸝⸝ BED CHEM — introducing story. 𓂃 (frat) fuckboy! chris x playgirl! reader . . . @mattscoquette for the plot ︎♡ @fawnchives @eternaldecisions @zweigsangel @mattslolita @chrisolivia4l

your relationship with chris was beyond complicated. there was no concrete definition that could be used to describe the two of you together, or rather, a chaotic explosion was the closest. you were known for being the heartthrob of your school, a damn player who made sure to keep her feelings out of the game — thinking only of herself selfishly while everyone fell off her feet effortlessly. chris, on the other hand, was pretty much the same. classic fratboy who only thought about fucking and surrounding himself with bodies curvy enough to satisfy his hormonal boy needs.

precisely for that reason, his name was not unknown to you, nor yours to him. but you were never intrigued enough to want to know more. never enough to actually want to go beyond the usual information you had: the an annoying and cocky whoremonger he was. what ultimately lured you into the trap, however, were his parties that everyone was talking about. you weren't someone who liked to miss out on fun, so that's how you found yourself in the bear's den.

as you made your way inside the noisy party with your friends next to you, already rolling your eyes at the insistent smell of weed — something you had never tried before, chris's friends had already noticed you right away. a thin whistle escaped nathan's lips, and he nudged the boy next to him. "what is she doin’ at your party?" he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow as he took in chris's smug expression. "why wouldn't she be there? she must have heard how fuckin’ good my parties are" he shrugged, leaning against the back of the seat as he took a quick sip of his drink. his eyes couldn't help but slide over your inviting body, and damn if you weren't a sight to his hungry gaze. he kind of understood the reason for all that hype you had, he couldn't deny it. even though he would rather die than admit it.

“i bet is fire” chris added, snapping out of his own thoughts regarding you as he turned to look back at nate, who made a confused face. "what?" he asked, making the other boy chuckle. "the pussy, dude. i bet the pussys fire" he had no damn filter, and in response nate could only shake his head at that bluntness.

another friend of his immediately laughed at what he said, before holding out his hand so he could dap it. "and i wonder why you haven't hit that yet" chris rolled his eyes, hitting his hand as he shook his head. "keep wonderin’, cause i don’t think it’s gon happen" he scoffed, giving you another quick glance. realistically speaking, he didn't believe what he was saying either. the whole damn institute kept talking about how you'd both end up in the same bed sooner or later, and chris was kinda looking forward it — even if he shouldn’t.

"wanna bet?" they asked playfully, making him raise an eyebrow as he completely finished his drink, before leaving the empty glass on a table that would soon be forgotten about. he loved betting, he always did, but he couldn't help but feel restless knowing it involved you. "it depends," he shrugged. “we’ll see how tonight goes, guys”

and then, casually, he found himself getting up from the couch he was so comfortable on while he completely ignored the smug and knowing looks of his group, deciding to walk directly in your direction without even thinking ‘bout it twice. you were prettily leaning against the bar counter, your long fingers wrapped around a drink that he couldn't quite understand due to the lights, while you were talking animatedly with another girl who was listening with total interest. with a quick glance, he noticed that the glass was practically almost empty from how fast you were drinking, so with a smooth move of his body he placed himself right next to you on that counter, looking at you with an annoying smirk of his. "can i offer you another?" he nodded towards the drink, tilting his head.

your reaction was immediate, one eyebrow raised as you looked him up and down in a manner that made him subtly chuckle. "i'm good," you said simply, offering him a fake smile — your glossy lips shining completely under the insistent lights reflecting off them. his gaze automatically fell on them, licking his own as he nodded. "too bad. it was a way of showing you my gratitude for being here" he let out a disappointed sigh, although it was clearly ironic given how he kept giving you that unshakeable smirk. "it was a surprise, you know? seeing you here n shit"

you rolled your eyes, huffing as you placed the glass on the counter. "i felt generous and decided to make this party less boring, that’s all" that made him put a hand on his chest while he pretended to be more than offended. "so that's what you think of my parties, huh? you offend me" he simply said, shaking his head as he leaned his elbows further into the surface and gestured for the barman to come closer, then actually ordered a drink for himself and another one for you.

"who asked you that?" you asked rhetorically, narrowing your eyes. your clear irritation made him enjoy himself far too much, and it only contributed to making you feel worse as you tried to look anywhere but in his direction, with him just busy at eating you with his eyes. your friend had thought of leaving with a poor excuse, and in your head you were already thinking about how to kill her for having done this — unaware that the tension, from the outside, was simply too much. "jesus, can't i just be generous? you needa losen up a bit" chris playfully pushed you off your shoulder, before you wiped the spot he touched lightly with your fingertips in response. “dumbass”

as soon as your drinks arrived you finally enjoyed the fact that he had gone quiet, leaving you in your own little world while with one sip you had downed half the liquid in the glass. his eyes fell on the way your throat moved at that, and he couldn't help but smirk. "dayum, slow down" he broke the silence, deciding not-very-intelligently to take the glass out of your fingers to try.

"dont—”you tried to say, making a disgusted face at the fact that he had already placed his lips on your glass. chris raised an eyebrow at your expression, handing you the drink back. "what?" he found himself asking, licking his lips again to remove the excess alcohol from them. “it’s disgusting and unsanitary” was your simple response, shaking your head as you set the glass down on the surface of the counter.

that was his turn to roll his eyes, moving slightly closer to you as he tilted his head. "was it?" his tone of voice was lower than before, though your reaction to that was internal — remaining stoic on the outside. “yeah” you nodded. chris hummed, before shrugging. "maybe i should have tried straight from your lips, now that i think about it."

you remained silent for a moment, almost taken aback by his sudden and radical change in behavior while you really fought not to take your eyes off his, not wanting to let him win at all. “like i’d let you do it” you cleared your throat, running a hand through your hair.

“yeah? you wouldn’t?”

“never”

“that’s bullshit. i know you want me” he was so sure of yourself that you wanted to slap him. the palms of your hands hurt from how much you wanted to as you took a deep breath and closed your eyes briefly, before reopening them just to find his face just a breath away from yours. “christopher” you muttered, holding up a hand.

he practically rabbed the wrist of that hand, before dragging you, and quickly, into the first bathroom he could find. probably the worst of them all, the light from it barely illuminated those suffocating walls, but he didn't care. he made you lean against the door while his body, visibly larger than yours, pinned you against it to prevent you from moving, that closeness gave you a glimpse of his dior sauvage which immediately made you dizzy. you hated it. “i’ll scream if you don’t lemme go” you threatened, though your words were useless. “go ahead. they’re probably gonna think we already got into it” you were about to lose your mind.

suddenly his lips moved across your jaw slowly, tracing the sharp line of it as his hands gripped your waist a little too tightly. “i know you want me. i know it. so stop playin hard to get” and with that, his lips found yours in an almost painful (painfully good) kiss. it was a quick battle of tongues and teeth, domineering hands making room on your body like it belonged to him, just like your fingers clung to his shirt. the urgency of those touches was so familiar that you wanted to drown in it, and you didn't want it to ever end because you liked it a little too much. his tongue insistently fought with yours for dominance, and you didn't even try to do it back because you wanted to surrender to him completely. and you did.

there wasn't a minimum of space between your bodies, completely attached to each other. chris raised his knee slightly, teasingly pressing into your heat as your mewl for that was stifled in the kiss. he moved it just a little, almost completely still, but it was the simple pressure that had made you clench around nothing instantly.

he didn’t want to keep teasing, tho. the zipper on your dress was looking a little too complicated to undo, like it was stuck or something, and patience was the first thing he was lacking right now. so he thought well of tearing it away from you, making you whine into the kiss. you wanted to pull away, see what the fuck he had done, but a hand wrapped around your neck quickly stopped you from doing so as he continued to devour you completely.

it seemed like he was starving, and you were enjoying it a little too much. choosing matching lingerie was the right move, because as soon as he broke away from the kiss, a small groan escaped his lips at the sight of your body — your dress already pooling down your feet. he couldn't stop touching you, he wouldn’t. in the meantime your fingers had already lowered the zip of his jeans, the rush had completely clouded both of your brains.

“please” you breathed out as you watched him pull down his boxers with one hand as he helped your legs wrap around his waist with the other. he smirked a little at how you begged him, humming as two thick fingers moved to push aside those revealing panties you were wearing. he started by teasing your entrance lightly with the tip of them, watching you squirm against him as your back arched. “i gotchu, baby, jus’ stay still f’me” he murmured against your ear, before slowly sliding a finger in. your warm walls tightly wrapped around his finger, and he quickly added another so he could stretch you out properly. he moved them right away at a fairly fast pace, just the sound of your moans, which you tried to keep low, were music to his ears. “fuck, yes” your lips were parted as you pulled your head back against the wall. those fingers were a kind of forbidden paradise.

his fingers then curled against your gummy walls, and you were unable to do anything but whimper and cry as you already neared your orgasm. “m’gonna- chris” you moaned and moaned again, body starting to tremble as you felt a not so familiar coil building up in your stomach. but he quickly shook his head at that, removing his fingers from your tight heat as a whine of protest emitted from your throat as you felt the coil slowly subside. “you can only get to cum on my fuckin cock, doll. only that for tonight”

simple words before he filled you up immediately, his length reaching deep inside you and drawing out a soundless scream. “mhm, like that” he praised lowly, biting his lower lip as he took in your fucked up face. chris started off rough, fucking into you like he didn’t care about anything else at all. his hips slammed bruisingly against yours, cock bullying its way deeper in you.

you were a mess at that point. head foggy, loud sobs and incoherent moans of his name spilling past your lips like it was a damn prayer. “chris-chris, god” you mewled as your fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, manicured nails digging into the skin until you were sure it hurt. “don’t stop” he had no intention of doing so.

if anything, his movements only sped up, making him groan again as your walls squeezed him so deliciously — as if they'd just been waiting for his cock all along. “there we go, yeah. so fuckin’ good” he cooed. “you fuckin love this. isn’t that right, baby? huh?” his other hand moved to wrap around your neck again, forcing your watery eyes to meet his. “mhm” you cried out in response.

stars clouded your vision and your toes curled as you definitely neared your release. “m’gonna cum, please let me. feelin it so good” you moaned in between broken mewls. “yes, yes baby” his voice was so raspy as he neared his own high as well, thrusts becoming slow and hard.

it was not long before your body quivered, pussy tightening as you came all over his cock, chris just following after you. but he knew better than to cum into you. he really did. so he was quick to slid out of you with a groan as his body spasmed, fist halting around his cock as his cum spilled onto his tensed abs in hot spurts.

you were both exhausted as you breathed heavily, your legs had tightened their grip around his body to keep from falling — as you were sure you had no stability. thin layers of sweat coated your skin as they lightly touched each other, your mind already filling with thoughts of how the fuck you were going to walk out of the club in a torn dress, while his simply focused on the fact that he was right when he said that pussy was fire.

yeah, you were definitely something too much, but your bed chem was undeniable.

dealer!chris headcannons!

dealer!chris who always discounts way too much for you.

"its on me."

"what? this is like 50 bucks worth.."

dealer!chris who makes sex jokes to you all the time.

"what? keep arguing and i'll put that mouth to better use."

"i'll bend you over that table if u don't shutup."

dealer!chris who refuses to give you any hard drugs.

"u got coke?"

"u got a brain? not happening."

dealer!chris who always comes over after deals.

dealer!chris who is possessive but unloyal.

"your mine. don't let anyone think different."

"you fucked another girl last night."

dealer!chris who your arguing with 24/7.

"and you just act like im nothing after your done!"

"when did i say you were nothing to me?!"

"you dont need to fucking say it!"

dealer!chris who expects you to stay single and wait for him.

dealer!chris who is clingy when he's drunk or high.

"hi baby! i missed you!!"

"chris move you stink."

dealer!chris who goes for any guy who tries to get you.

"you tryna hit on my girl?!"

"i-"

"chris leave him alone.."

dealer!chris who hurts anyone who hurts you.

dealer!chris who doesn't let you work.

"and i've got an interview-"

"cancel it."

dealer!chris who comes over late at night to fuck.

"you up?"

"i am now you were hitting my window."

dealer!chris who is always rough.

"take it. good girl. so tight for me."

"chris! too much- too much!"

dealer!chris who never uses protection.

"gonna fill you with my babies huh? go on let go."

dealer!chris who has dissapeared when u wake up the morning after.

dealer!chris who would rather die then bring you to a deal.

"ill drop u home first."

"just take me with u.."

"your funny sweetie."

dealer!chris who doesn't let you go overboard with your orders.

"can i have a few grams of-"

"a gram per day for you unfortunately princess."

"what? since when?"

dealer!chris who watches you like a hawk at party's.

dealer!chris who looks after you while your drunk.

"yep..good girl just- get it out of you.."

dealer!chris who ends up staying loyal just for you.

"what? i blocked them all."

"shutup..ur serious..?"

dealer!chris who finds out your pregnant before you do.

"look at your cute bump."

"what? im not pregnant.."

"morning sickness? cravings? tiredness?"

"oh shit.."

dealer!chris who does all his research for you.

"it says..you've got an hour to live."

"what??"

"im messing with u."

dealer!chris who is trying to get out of dealing for you and the baby.

dealer!chris who doesn't let you do too much.

"nuh uh. pass me that, its heavy."

dealer!chris who refuses to let the doctors stress you out at birth.

dealer!chris who only ever cried infront of you when you gave birth to his baby.

"oh my god..im so proud of you. she's beautiful."

"are you okay..?"

"yeah..the onions from the cafeteria.."

"sure buddy.."

"wow..im a dad.."

dealer!chris who will not let anything happen to his family.

a/n: not sure how i feel abt this but i need to start writing my new series :)

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“what?” you repeated, looking at matt as he innocently sat across the couch from you, twiddling with his thumbs.

“do you remember the safe word we made up?” he repeated, his gaze moving from his fidgety hands to your eyes, looking at you pleadingly over the frames of his black-rimmed glasses.

you and matt had a great sex life, for sure, but it was never really rough or intense. you and matt decided to make safe word in the beginning of your relationship, but never really found a use for it. until, that is, matt thought of a reason today.

you slowly nodded. “it was apple, right?” - matt shook his head in agreement- “why?”

“can… can we trying something?” he asked quietly, scooting closer to you.

which is how you ended up in your position now- matt sat on the floor in between your spread legs as you sprawled out on the couch, your shorts tossed somewhere behind you as matt kissed your inner thigh, slowly tugging your panties down.

“all you gotta do is be loud for me” he murmured against the plush skin of your thigh, “i wanna know how good i’m makin’ you feel. i’ll stop when you say the word.”

you nodded, already lost in the feeling of matt’s lips and tongue against you, and he wasn’t even where you needed him most yet. he slipped the silk panties off of your legs, looking up at you with wide eyes before leaning in, licking a long stripe up your slick folds.

you whined in response, your hands instinctively threading their way through matt’s messy brown hair, gripping tightly as he moaned against you.

“keep doing that,” he mumbled, his tongue running up and down wet cunt teasingly, “it feels good.”

throwing your head back, you slurred out a small okay as matt continued to work his tongue against you, spreading your thighs apart further as he delved even deeper in, practically suffocating himself against your pussy.

“matt,” you gasped, trying to push his head away, his glasses beginning to dig into you. you reached down to the frames, tugging the plastic his face as he looked up at you quizzically, his tongue never stopping. “hurts.” you told him.

“sorry, baby,” he groaned softly from in between your legs, taking his fingers as he teasingly traced outside of your folds, before slipping them in, thrusting in and out as he began sucking on your clit.

you gasped, tugging even harder on his hair, burying his face deeper into your pussy. “close,” you whined, “please, i wan’to cum.”

never slowing down, matt continued fucking you with his to his tongue, bringing you over the edge. you came all over matt’s tongue, coating his lips and chin with your arousal as he moaned against you, his tongue lapping around your folds in a means to clean you up. “tastes s’good, baby, gimmie another.”

inspired by this post from my inbox

© mattscoquette

pillow princess — m.s.

pairing ⟶ matthew sturniolo x !femreader

contents ⟶ smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it!!).

word count ⟶ 650

matt almost can’t believe the sight of you—just so fuckin' pretty like this.

you’re above him, seated on his lap with his cock nestled inside of you, but he can tell you’re not enjoying it as much as you usually would. your hips are lazy in their movement, and you’re not even allowing yourself to sink all the way down on him before you’re repeating the process, desperate little whines slipping through your parted lips. your eyes are damn near closed, a sleepy haze still wrapped like a blanket around you.

you’d woken up with a sticky cunt after some dream you’d tried to explain to your boyfriend. he doesn’t even remember the whole thing, just that he looked so good and you needed him right then and there, that you couldn’t go back to sleep without it.

of course, matt had been happy to oblige. he’d felt a gentle throbbing in his cock the second you were whining in his ear about how badly you needed him inside you, asking in that soft, sleepy voice while you pressed sweet, needy kisses to the warm skin of his neck.

now, though, he lays back with one tattooed arm resting behind his head while the other grips you gently, long fingers splayed across your abdomen and the place where your thigh meets your hip. his thumb is stroking lazy circles against your clit, but he’s not doing enough to really get you anywhere—he’d made sure of that.

when another needy whine drawls from your plushy lips, matt tuts softly. “nuh-uh, kid. don’t go whinin’ when this is your fault,” he insists, voice low but firm as you continue your lazy movements above him, breasts bouncing just enough that it makes him want to reach up and squeeze one.

but he doesn’t. instead he just watches you with amused blue eyes, a subtle smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “how long you gonna do this for?” he asks you bluntly, watching the way your eyes open wider, gaze now sharper than it was before. your lips are settled into a soft pout and at the sight of the bratty expression, matt decides you’ve both had enough.

“yeah—alright, i got you. lift up f’me,” he instructs, appreciating the sight of subtle relief in your face as you climb off of him with the help of his firm grip on your hips.

an almost giddy smile rests on your mouth now as you lay back, greedy hands immediately coming up to rest on his broad shoulders as he climbs over you, one of his hands bracing itself beside your head and the other taking himself into his own grip so that he can tap the head of his cock against your eager pussy, blue eyes practically rolling into the back of his head.

“this what you needed, huh?” he mocks you, moving his hips forward just enough that he can slide between your folds—really feel how wet you are for him. “yeah—just needed me to do it f’you.”

you suck in a soft breath as you finally feel matt breach your awaiting hole, sinking into you slowly. he watches the way your face contorts into something desperate and satisfied, a small smirk taking over his mouth now.

“you better not cum ‘till i tell you, got it?” he huffs, breathing sharply through his nose as he pushes his hips into yours, setting that rhythm you like so much.

he snorts when you really start to get loud then, shaking his head. “such a fuckin’ pillow princess.” his tone is mean, almost cruel, as he delivers the nickname he’d given you long ago, but you know he loves it when you nod your head quickly in agreement, throwing your head back against the soft fabric and letting him take over—just the way you both like it.

©hanbinics

ღ divider by @/cafekitsune ღ

can u write about y/n doing that one tiktok trend where she tells Matt/Chris to get out of the room while she changes and he’s all shocked n stuff 😭😭

matt:

matt would be so disconcerted, not believing that you want him to get out of your shared bedroom so you can change after so many times seeing you naked, he would think he did something wrong and that you were feeling insecure, being a lost puppy 😭😭

- here's a small blurb of it -

Y/N stood at the foot of the bed, rummaging through the closet for a fresh change of clothes. Matt was sprawled on the bed, his laptop propped up on a pillow as he half-heartedly worked on answering some emails. Every few minutes, he'd glance up at her, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched her move around the room.

"Hey, honey?" Y/N called out, trying to keep her tone casual. "Could you step out of the room for a minute? I need to get changed."

Matt's eyes shot up from the screen, his expression instantly transforming into one of confusion. His brows furrowed, and his mouth opened slightly as if to ask a question, but no words came out. He just stared at her, blinking a few times as if trying to process what she'd said.

"Wait, what?" He finally managed to utter, sitting up straighter on the bed. "You want me to leave the room? Why?"

Y/N suppressed a grin, keeping her face as neutral as possible.

"I just need some privacy, that's all."

Matt looked even more bewildered.

"But... I've seen you naked like a million times, babe. We live together. Why do you need privacy now?" His eyes were wide, resembling those of a lost puppy. He looked genuinely hurt, and Y/N felt a pang of guilt for a moment, but she pressed on with the prank.

"I don't know, Matt." She said, her voice deliberately casual. "I just feel like I need some space right now."

Matt's confusion deepened, and he swung his legs off the bed, standing up but not moving towards the door. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes fixed on her with a mix of worry and sadness.

"Are you... are you feeling insecure about something? Because you're so pretty, Y/N. You're perfect. You don't need to feel that way."

The earnestness in his voice made Y/N's heart melt a little. She bit her lip to keep from laughing.

"It's not that, Matt. I just... I don't know, I need some time to myself."

Matt took a step closer, his expression pleading.

"But why now? Did I do something to make you feel uncomfortable? Because I swear, I think you're the most beautiful person in the world. You don't need to hide from me."

Y/N could see the genuine concern in his eyes, and she almost caved in. Almost. But she wanted to see just how far she could take this.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong." She said softly. "I just... I just need a moment."

Matt looked utterly defeated. He took another step towards the door, his shoulders slumping.

"Okay, if that's what you want." He said quietly.

Y/N watched as he reluctantly reached for the doorknob, his movements slow and hesitant. She could see the hurt in his eyes, and it was too much for her to bear. Just as he was about to turn the knob, she burst out laughing.

"Matt, wait!" She called, unable to keep the amusement out of her voice. "I'm just messing with you!"

Matt froze, turning to look at her with a mix of confusion and relief.

"What?"

"I'm pranking you." Y/N admitted, still giggling. "I just wanted to see how you'd react."

The confusion on Matt's face slowly gave way to a look of realization, and then he started to laugh. He let go of the doorknob and walked back to her, shaking his head.

"You little brat." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. "You really had me worried there."

Y/N grinned up at him, her arms looping around his neck.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. You just looked so lost and confused."

chris:

chris would for sure be confused and upset, I feel he would question you and be a little brat when you insist, rolling his eyes to you and acting like you were crazy LMAO

- here's a small blurb for it -

Y/N stood in front of the closet, rifling through hangers as she searched for something to wear. Chris was sprawled out on their bed, propped up against the headboard with his phone in his hands, glancing up occasionally to watch her.

Y/N pulled a dress from the closet and held it up, examining it critically. After a moment, she turned to Chris, a playful glint in her eye.

"Hey, babe, can you step out for a minute? I need to get changed."

Chris's head snapped up, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"What?" His voice was a mixture of confusion and amusement. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah." Y/N said, trying to keep a straight face. "I need some privacy."

Chris blocked his phone screen, throwing it to the side above the mattress as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up, towering over her with his broad frame.

"Privacy?" He repeated, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion. "We've been together for how long now? And you suddenly need privacy?" His voice sounded high-pitched.

Y/N bit her lip to keep from laughing.

"Yes, Chris. I just... I need a minute to myself."

Chris stepped closer, his presence commanding and gentle all at once.

"Are you feeling okay?" He placed a hand on her cheek, tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes. "Did something happen?"

"No, nothing happened." Y/N replied, her resolve starting to waver under his intense gaze. She knew he could be bossy, but he was also incredibly gentle, which made her expect his reaction eagerly. "I just... I thought it might be nice to have a little space."

Chris let out a short, disbelieving laugh.

"Space? In our bedroom? While you're changing?" He shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You know I’ve seen it all before, right? And that all of it is mine." He gestured for her body with his hands.

"Yes, I know." Y/N said, finally letting a giggle escape. "But, you know, sometimes a girl needs a little mystery."

Chris's eyes sparkled with amusement as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"Mystery, huh?" His voice was low, teasing. "Alright, I'll play along."

Y/N felt the warmth of his embrace, the steady beat of his heart against her cheek.

"Thank you." She murmured, her face pressed against his chest.

Chris kissed the top of her head before stepping back.

"Okay, I'll step out. But only for a minute." He said, pointing a finger at her playfully. "I expect you to be dressed when I get back."

"Yes, sir." Y/N replied with a mock salute, trying to keep a straight face.

Chris chuckled, shaking his head as he walked to the door. He paused in the doorway, turning back to look at her.

"You're really something, you know that?"

"I do." Y/N said, grinning. "Now go, I need to get changed."

Chris rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in his gaze.

"Alright, alright. I'm going." He stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Y/N waited a few seconds before she burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room. She could picture Chris standing just outside the door, probably shaking his head at her antics. She quickly slipped out of her current outfit and into the dress she had chosen, adjusting it in the mirror.

A few minutes later, she opened the door to find Chris leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

"Done?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Done." Y/N confirmed, stepping aside to let him back in.

Chris walked in, his eyes immediately scanning her outfit.

"You look beautiful." He said, his voice sincere.

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