I have an idea. So there is a cowboy hat rule. And it basically works like this : when the cowboy gives a girl his hat he like "chooses her" and when she gives him his hat back (she have to return the hat to his HOME) they usually fuck or smth. So my idea is that the y/n gives Chris the hat on tik tok, live or yt vid and chris is confused and doesn't know what that means but fans freaks out and he finally learn what that means and return the hat. Or something like this idk
⌗ like the cowgirl you are, c. sturniolo
chris x fem!reader
summary: chris had given you his hat back in the summertime, now it was finally time for you to return it at your university’s halloween party. except for the fact that you and chris had broken up since the school year started. but cowboy hats do have rules, don’t they?
disclaimers!: smut, kissing, angst, oral sex (fem!receiving), good girl/boy kink, cursing, use of y/n
a/n: i changed up the request a little bit bc it kinda confused me idk 😭 hope the submitter enjoys this though! | also i had to make up her friends name but “eden” is not a special character to the story guys
it was october 31st, and it was my university’s annual halloween costume party. and also the day that the cowboy hat rule comes to an end.
there’s this tradition to get the freshman at my college to fuck their first year. the boy gives a girl their cowboy hat anytime after summer starts, and they have until the halloween party to have sex. after the halloween party, you’ve lost your free fuck.
chris and i had been dating since sophomore year, and we attended the same school this year too. he had given me his cowboy hat during summertime, but we broke up right after school started.
and i guess today is the last day that the cowboy hat rule is valid. i didn’t want chris to be the person id have to do it with but… we’ll see how tonight goes.
“y/n, lets go!” a voice calls through my door.
“one second! i can’t find my bandana!” the costume was last minute, and i was matching with one of my new friends, eden, who was a sophomore. she wanted to do a matching costume, but the only sexyish ones left at the costume store were cowgirls. ironic, isn’t it?
i see a bright red piece of fabric hanging on the corner of my bed frame. “coming!” i smile, tying the bandana around my neck.
i grab chris’s hat, holding it in my hands, and staring at it. i slowly put it on in the mirror, and sigh. “here we go.”
“i need a drink.” eden sighs. we enter the sorority house that was throwing the party, and she tightly grips my hand, guiding me to the drinks table.
she hands me a red solo cup, and i push her hand back to her. “designated driver? hello?” i raise an eyebrow. she rolls her eyes. “it’s halloween, lets just get an uber or sleep here or something. live a little.” i sigh.
“pleaseeeeeeee.” she dramatically frowns. i cross my arms, and she gives me a look. “fine.” i chuckle.
“im the best fucking drink mixer there is, you wait and see.” she smirks. i shimmy in place next to her. “gotta pee. where’s the bathroom?” i question. eden points to the line of girls waiting next to a wooden door.
“fuck.”
“use the master bathroom. that’s the one for the people in sorority only, but im friends with half the group. tell ‘em i said you could go.” she smiles, licking spilled alcohol off of her finger.
“you sure?” i give a scared look to her. “go, y/n.”
“which door is it?” i bite my bottom lip. “last door on the left. be aware for socks on door handles.” she chuckles. i roll my eyes.
i nod. “i’ll be here when you get back!” i give her a thumbs up before disappearing upstairs. there weren’t really a lot of people upstairs. some people talking in the hallway, some couples sneaking off into bedrooms, or hogging bathrooms.
i arrive at the last door on the left, and i look around to make sure i was at the correct one before entering.
it was so much quieter in here. despite the now muffled music from outside, i’d stay in here for the rest of the party if i could.
drying my hands, i hear muffled sound from the other side of the bathroom door. i slowly open it, hoping i don’t walk out on a couple.
i see a fitted cap sitting on the carpet, and i walk over to it. picking up the hat, i realize exactly whose it is.
“long time no see.” a familiar voice says from behind me.
fuck.
i slowly turn around, preparing to see him. “y/n.” chris smiles that familiar smile.
“christopher.” i stare at him. he smirks, walking closer to me. “y’know, i always loved when you called me that.”
i scoff. “yeah?” he clears his throat. “yeah.”
chris leans against the sofa in the middle of the room, not taking his eyes off of me. i sit on the ottoman a few feet away.
“you look good.” he smiles, bringing his cup to his lips.
“you look… like you.” i fidget with his hat in my hands. chris places his cup on the floor next to his feet, and leans forward. “is that my hat?” he questions.
“yeah, here.” i stand up, and immediately walk over to him. i hold out his cap, and his eyes stay on mine.
“thanks… but not this one.”
i freeze in place. chris stands, towering over me, and takes his cowboy hat off of my head. “you still have this?” he says through a chuckle. “yep.” i sigh.
“we broke up.” chris says, still looking at the hat. i nod, and scoff. “yep.” i say again. he looks at me, and stares.
i sigh. “well, you returned it.” he smirks. i scoff, moving past him, and sitting on the couch. i can feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. “im gonna go.”
i hear his steps get further and further, and then stop at the door. before he gets his hand on the handle, i stand.
“why?”
chris turns around, a confused expression across his face. he shrugs. “why what?” i swallow before speaking.
“why did you kiss her back?” i ask, my voice breaking slowly. chris’s face drops, and he looks at the ground.
“i don’t know.”
i scoff. “you don’t know?” chris slowly steps toward me. i stand, arms crossed, as he arrives in front of me.
“i was wasted. i wasn’t thinking straight. i don’t know why i did it, and ive never forgiven myself, y/n.” he says.
chris slumps down on the sofa next to us, holding his head in his palms. i bite my bottom lip, debating whether or not i should sit.
chris sounded genuine. i truly do believe he didn’t mean to kiss her back. but knowing it happened still hurts.
i sit next to him, my outer thigh rubbing against his the denim that covered his legs. chris rubs his eyes, and drags his fingers down his face. “i really am so sorry.”
i shift in my position, and he looks at me. i try not to hold eye contact because he never looks away. ever.
“please believe me when i say this, i never would do what i did ever again. im so sorry.” he keeps staring.
i sigh, and lean my head against his shoulder. he leans his head on top of mine, and exhales heavily. i smile.
“i still love you.”
my eyes widen, and i slowly lift my head up, his as well. i look chris in the eyes, and he nods. “i mean it.”
i pull on my bottom lip with my teeth, and stand. i take the cowboy hat from his hands, and begin walking to the door. “i love you too.” i say, my hand on the door handle.
chris doesn’t turn around, he continues to face the wall before him, sinking into the couch. and i hesitate. i do still love chris, i never stopped.
but could we really just go back to normal after that? i’m not sure. but right about now, some sex with him would definitely clear the air. although, i’m not sure i’m entirely drunk enough to do that. eden and i pregamed before we left, but that’s about it… fuck it.
“wanna show me how much you still love me?”
chris’s head snaps toward me. he raises an eyebrow. i smile, and raise the cowboy hat above my head.
“i mean cowboy hats do have rules, don’t they?” chris stands, slowly walking toward me with a smirk across his face. “they sure do.”
he lifts me off the ground like i weigh nothing, and i wrap my legs around his waist. chris holds both hands under my ass, and i stare into his eyes. “you sure about this?”
i smile, and place the hat over his long hair.
“yes ma’am.” he replies, instantly laying me down on the master bed beside us, kissing me uncontrollably.
“i missed you,”
kiss.
“so,”
kiss.
“so,”
kiss.
“much,”
and he places one more kiss on my lips, and pulls away, staring down at me. i exhale, breaking the eye contact.
“well, if you missed me so much, prove it.” i smile.
chris’s expression turns into a smug smirk, and he leans forward, kissing me again, and gripping my waist with his pale hands.
he kisses down my neck, leaving notably visibly hickeys as he moves. i breathe heavily, trying to contain myself as he kisses and bites at my skin. “chris, please…”
“so needy. have you been waiting for me to fuck you?”
there was no point in denying. i nod, as he begins to unbuckle his belt. “use your words.” i exhale heavily.
“yeah.”
“yeah?” he pulls his belt out of the loops on his jeans, and tosses it onto the marble floor that surrounded us.
he leans back down, and begins removing pieces of my costume. chris slowly unties the red bandana from around my neck. he looks at it, then at me. “useful.”
chris takes his time removing his t-shirt. he holds eye contact with me, moving as slow as possible. “chris..”
he brings his finger to my lips. “shhh… patience.”
i throw my head back in irritation, and before i know it, two hands grip my thighs and pull me to the edge of the bed. chris spreads my legs, kissing and biting my inner thigh. “don’t need these.” he says, stroking a finger across my underwear before removing them.
he grips my hips, and moves his face closer to me. softly planting a kiss on my clit, i feel him smirk against me.
he moves his head up and down, licking from my entrance and back up to my clit. "fuck—" I moan out as he starts to lap at my clit, sending pleasure everywhere throughout my body.
cheis places his hands on the top of my thighs, making me grind against his mouth, guiding him.
his grip gets tighter, and my breathing heavier.
he continues to lick up my arousal, and i place my hands in his hair, moving it out of his face.
chris stands up, and catches his breath. i do the same, and we finally look at eachother again and he smiles.
“what if i kissed you right now?” “gross.”
he laughs, and begins to unbuckle his belt. chris holds eye contact with me the whole time. “you ready, baby?”
i nod, and chris pulls a wrapped condom out of his sock.“what the hell?” i say, through a chuckle. chris returns a laugh, and rips the top of the wrapper off with his teeth.
“gotta stay prepared.”
he pulls down his boxers, revealing his cock, which oozed with precum. i stare, my eyes getting dry, and chris smirks, placing the condom over himself.
he aligns himself with my entrance, and gives me another look for consent. “ready?” i nod. “positive.”
we both gasp as chris begins to slide in, and an immediate moan leaves my mouth. “shhhhhhhh.”
“we can’t have the whole party hearing you.”
chris glances at my red bandana, and grabs it quickly. he folds it over and over until it’s long, and looks at me.
“head.” he says, i lift my head up as best i can with him thrusting into me, and he ties it around my mouth to the back of my head.
“good girl.”
chris places both hands on my waist again, gripping it tightly. he plunges into me, making a murmured moan leave my lips every time.
chris bites his bottom lip to hold back the moans that threatened to escape him. he throws his head back, and squeezes his eyes shut.
the bed creaks consistently, and it’s pretty loud too, so it’s very obvious to everyone outside what we’re doing.
chris’s thrusts start to slow, and he begins to catch his breath. “so close… gonna—” i feel him turn warm inside me as the condom fills up.
chris leans down, untying the bandana, and placing his head next to mine. i finally breathe, and shut my eyes.
“you’re so good, baby. always so good.”
he lays down next to me, breathing heavily. i just stare at him. and he stares back.
i couldn’t help but think that this was maybe a mistake?
but whether i liked it or not, we had sex, and that’s a pretty difficult thing for two ex’s to get away from.
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