#𝜗𝜚 nick writes

[kissingchamber]

illicit affairs

𝜗𝜚 synopsis: Tony finds out his son is dating his intern. His intern!

𝜗𝜚 pairing(s): MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!male reader; Tony Stark x son!reader

𝜗𝜚 warning(s): nothing really this is just silly fluff and Tony being clueless

𝜗𝜚 note(s): English is not my first language!!! Based on this request, hope u enjoy anon :3 title from taylor swifts "illicit affairs" !!

Everyone in the Avengers tower knows you and Peter are dating! Well, almost everyone in the Avengers tower knows you and Peter are dating. The only one who hasn't yet figured it out is the one and only, Tony Stark, your dad.

Honestly, it's a surprise he hasn't found out yet with the way you and Peter have been looking at each other with longing heart eyes and cuddling during movie nights. And he calls himself a genius...

It's sort of become a game for you and Peter, seeing how long it'll take for Tony to realize what's really going on.

What makes it even more unbelievable is that Pepper was the first one to know!

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You make your way down to the lab where you knew Peter would be— he'd texted, telling you he would be down in the labs today— working on something for his suit with Tony.

You slide into the lab, finding Peter sat in a chair, eagerly chatting with your dad and typing something on a tablet at the same time.

You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around him, hugging him to your chest and burying your face into his hair. "Hi, Pete." You murmur.

"H— hey!" Peter's face flushes a pretty pink color and you can't help but smirk. He's so easily flustered.

You almost forget Tony is there until he starts talking. "Oh, hey kid! Care to help us a little? We could really use an extra set of hands." He says, acting like the way you're holding Peter is totally platonic.

You nod, mumbling a sure, but not before sending Peter a look. He cannot be serious... He shoots back an agreeing gaze.

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It's movie night, most of the Avengers are scattered across the room, sitting in all kinds of weird positions that make you want to laugh. You and Peter are laying on one of the couches, practically entangled together.

Everyone is arguing about which movie to watch when Tony walks in with Steve trailing behind him, their arms filled with snacks.

Steve looks at you and Peter, mumbling something about lovebirds and takes a seat on one of the recliners.

Tony settles on a loveseat next to Pepper and joins in on the movie debate.

You and Peter share a look, Tony definitely heard what Cap said, right?

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You walk into the kitchen where Peter is sitting on a barstool, leaning onto the island and nodding along to whatever Tony— who is currently refilling his coffee cup— is saying.

You press a kiss to Peter's cheek in greeting, sitting down on another barstool. He gives you a soft smile in response and grabs ahold of your hand.

Tony finishes getting his coffee, ruffles your hair and leaves the room wordlessly, like you hadn't just kissed your boyfriend— that he doesn't know is your boyfriend— right in front of him!

You and Peter stare at each other for a silent second before bursting into laughter. Tony is so clueless it's hilarious.

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When Tony finally does find out it's possibly in the most embarrassing way ever.

You and Peter were in your room, making out on your bed, when Tony walked in.

"Dad—!" You yell and scramble to get off of Peter, whose face is currently the shade of bright red reminiscent of a tomato.

"Sorry, sorry!" Tony says quickly, at least he sounds apologetic.

You glare at him with no real heat in your expression. "You could've, you know, knocked before you came in. Like you're supposed to." You grumble.

"I know, I know. But uhm... since when were you two a thing?" He asks, almost sounding hesitant.

Peter looks like he's trying his hardest not to laugh, barely succeeding. "Everyone else figured it out months ago, if that gives you any idea."

"What—" Tony begins but you interrupt him; "And Pepper was the first one to find out"

"And she didn't tell me!?" He sounds so betrayed, it's so funny you can barely respond. "Apparently not!" You get out before bursting into giggles, Peter laughing beside you.

Tony turns on his heel and rushes into the hallway "Pepper!" He cries out.

At this, you and Peter can't hold it in anymore, erupting into the kind of laughter that makes your tummy hurt and leaves your sides sore afterwards.

And he calls himself a genius.

𝜗𝜚 note: this is longer that anything ive posted previously so thats why this took me so long to post 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 thanks 4 reading!!! reblogs r super appreciated!! :3

[sturnsmia]

𝑯𝑰𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑯𝑰 | 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉…your assigned to be a private chef for the sturniolo’s for the night and chris seems to take a special interest towards you.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 smut, p in v, backshots, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, dumbification kink, male masturbation

the leaves from the trees in the backyard softly rustle from the autumn breeze as you place down utensils and plates on the clothed table. you have always loved cooking for others and experimenting with new recipes. that’s what sparked the idea to become a professional chef and share your passion with everyone. you were awaiting your next clients, three famous youtubers who rented out an airbnb for a fancy hibachi dinner. you finished placing down bottles of miscellaneous condiments before hearing the gate to the backyard open. three figures walked in with a man holding a camera following close behind.

“hi! you guys must be the sturniolos.” you greeted with a smile as you approached them. “i’m y/n, i’ll be cooking for you guys tonight.” you explained, sticking your hand out towards the boy in a blue shirt.

“that’s us! i’m nick, and this is matt and chris.” he pointed to his left. your gaze shifted as you smiled brightly at matt and chris, you felt a flush creep on your cheeks as chris held eye contact with you. although though the three boys looked the same you were captivated by him almost instantly.

“it’s nice to meet you all! are you ready to get started?” you quickly blurted out to distract yourself from the slightly awkward interaction. they all nodded before following behind you to their dinner table.

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“okay let’s get started! watch closely cause one of you guys will have to try this next.” you explained, beginning to flip your special hibachi spatula and knife between your hands. you swiftly spun the utensils towards nick, pretending to throw it at him before quickly retracing it back towards you. the three boys watched in awe at your tricks.

“that was sick.” chris announced from beside you, nodding his head in approval at your performance. matt and nick chuckled from beside him before speaking up. “chris why don’t you go up there and try?” nick insisted to his younger brother.

“yeah come on up here and give it a try!” you encouraged stepping aside to allow him to be in front of the stove. chris smiled and rolled his eyes as his brothers cheered him on, you handed him the utensils and began guiding him. “alright so your going to hold this hand in place and flick your wrist forward for the spinning motion.” you instructed, placing your hands on his and guiding him through the process.

“alright alright i got this.” chris laughed at his brothers. he tapped the spatula on the stove before attempting to spin it through the prongs of the utensil, ultimately failing. nick and matt chanted a “boo” at their brothers failure. you giggled at their bickering before looking back at chris.

“hey the form was pretty good! let’s try one more time.” you said with a smile. your skirt slightly rid up as you bent over in front of chris, unknowingly revealing your lacy black panties beneath your sheer tights. after retrieving the spatula on the ground and picked up the utensil and wiped it gently on your black skirt. chris could feel his dick start to twitch beneath his pants as he stared down at you.

after another attempt at your trick, chris failed and sat back down allowing his brothers a chance to try. he watched as you giggled alongside matt and nick while they tried your movements, only nick was successful. chris didn’t even pay attention to his brothers, his gaze was fixated on you. the way your hair sat perfectly on your shoulders and how your tits sat perfectly in the black collared shirt you wore, the three buttons you left undone showed the perfect amount of cleavage. he shifted in his char to subtly adjust the prominent tent against his pants. but the more he shifted his mind raced with desire and aching for release.

“i have to use the bathroom i’ll be back.” chris stated, quickly walking towards the house to avoid anyone noticing the strain in his sweats from his erection. as soon as he reached the bathroom door he slammed it shut and locked it. he untied his sweatpants and yanks them down, shoving his hand into his boxers. springing his dick from his pants and wrapping his hand around it he pumps his hand, moaning lowly. picturing it was your hand on his cock, chris’s hand moved faster up and down his shaft breathing heavily.

“alright you guys enjoy that rice and i’ll be preparing your next dish!” you smiled handing matt and nick their bowls. they both said a quick “thank you” before you walked back into the house. as you made your way to the kitchen and opened the fridge to get some eggs you heard low noises coming from the bathroom.

chris was too caught up with his movements and thoughts to hear the footsteps approaching the door behind him. he let out another groan as his hand moved faster.

you knew it was wrong, but your feet stayed planted in front of the bathroom door. you were going to step away until you heard chris moaning your name. your mind starts to wander as you imagine chris getting himself off from you. the thought alone sends a wave of heat through your body, chris’ noises went straight to your core, soaking onto your panties. you could picture everything you wanted chris to do to you. a lightbulb went off in your brain before you quickly walked back down the hallway.

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after realizing how long he had been away, chris cleaned himself up and started walking back down the hallway before stopping in his tracks, seeing you stare him down from the kitchen.

“you were in there for an awfully long time.” you stated with your arms crossed over your chest. chris swallowed hard, he didn’t respond as you slowly walked towards him.

“oh, uh sorry. were you waiting for the bathroom?” he stuttered, he didn’t think he was being that loud.

“if you wanted help chris, you could’ve just asked.” you mumbled with a smile creeping on your lips.

without a second thought chris smashed his lips onto yours. he pushed your back into the kitchen counter, before pulling away. “are you okay with this?” chris asked with heavy breaths, you immediately nodded and crashed your lips onto his again. he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, the both of you fighting for dominance and hungry with desire. chris toyed with the waistband of your skirt before you broke away from the kiss.

“chris don’t tease” you whined, trailing your manicured hands on his bicep.

“tell me what you want angel.”

“please just touch me.” you whispered, barley audible but laced with need. that was all chris needed to hear before tearing your skirt and tights down to your feet, leaving you in only your lacy black panties. you gasped as chris pressed his fingers against your clothed clit.

“you think you’re so sneaky hm? bending over in front of me and showing off that pretty little ass of yours. purposely tryin to get me worked up huh?” chris taunted, attaching his lips to your neck, attacking you with wet kisses and hickies. with his free hand he pulled the delicate fabric down to your feet, exposing your soaked core to the cool air.

“barley even touched ya and you’re already soaked.” he laughed darkly. without any warning he slide one of his long fingers inside of you. an airy moan escaped your lips as chris pumped his finger in and out of you.

“can you handle another one baby? god, you look so pretty under my touch.” chris whined, using his other hand to pry your legs apart. you nodded quickly. “use your words.” he insisted.

“yes! please put in another i-i can handle it!” you moaned in desperation. chris inserted another finger, making your back arch further. his fingers curled up inside of you, repeatedly hitting the sweet spot that made you see stars. you squeezed your eyes shut and cried out when he began rubbing circles on your clit, chris pressed his lips on yours to silence your noises, not wanting his brothers to hear anything. your walls clench around his fingers, whining as he increased his speed.

the squelching noises from his fingers combined with your moans could make chris cum already. he took one of his hands and undid your shirt, groaning at the sight of your tits pushed together from the red lacy bra. detaching his lips from yours, he left a trail of wet kisses from your neck to the valley of your breasts.

“chr-chris ngh i-i’m close.” you whimpered, feeling the tension coiling tighter within you.

but the feeling had stopped, you looked at chris who had pulled his fingers away from you and into his mouth, a sinister grin on his face. before you could protest, he gripped your hips tightly and spun you around, pressing you against the kitchen counter. he ridded himself out of his sweatpants and boxers with his dick springing out and hitting his stomach. he let out low grunts as he pumped himself a couple times before lining himself with your entrance.

chris didn’t waste another second before slamming into you, causing a loud pornographic moan to rip from your throat. his animalistic pace left your hips digging into the counter, surely to leave bruises. he held your waist tightly to keep you upright as he pounds into you. chris’s hand trails down your spine and presses down on it lightly to arch your back farther allowing him to hit deeper inside of you, causing you to cry out in ecstasy.

“mmh—fuck! f-feels so good!” you moaned as your eyes rolled back into your head. your hands scrape at the marble counter for something to keep you stable. salty tears pooled in your eyes from the amount of pleasure you were experiencing.

“shit—you’re so fuckin tight. i can feel your pussy squeezing around me.” chris laughs lowly next to your ear. tears stained your cheeks as you pant heavily, jolting with every moment. chris toys with your clit once more, soft moans leaving his mouth and loud ones leaving yours. he sticks his fingers between your lips causing you to gag. “shh be quiet f’me alright?”

chris continues to drill his dick into your pussy, his tip hitting the perfect spot with every thrust. sweat drips down your temple, mixing with your tear stained cheeks. you could barley even think straight as your lost in the overwhelming sensation coursing throughout your body.

“look at you, such a dirty little slut. getting fucked dumb on my cock, knowing my brothers could walk in at any second.”

the sound of your skin slapping against his echoes throughout the kitchen along with your breathless moans and his low grunts. chris takes his fingers out of your mouth before gripping your ass harshly, sending a couple hard smacks to your skin. you tremble beneath his touch as your walls spasm around his shaft, your climax building in your lower stomach.

“chris i—oh my god, mmh close—need to cum!” you babbled as tears and drool covered you cheeks. chris didn’t stop his relentless pace, continuing to pound into your tight hole.

“yeah? you gonna cum all over my cock for me sweetheart?” chris asks, landing another hard smack on your ass. you nodded as you felt the coil in your tummy threatening to snap at any second. your inner walls squeezing around his dick. “go ahead then, pretty girl, don’t hold back.”

you’re practically screaming his name as you hit your climax, releasing all over his cock that fucks your through your high. chris’s thrust become sloppy before he pulls out and paints your ass with warm white streaks. your legs shook as chris turned you around to face him, hoisting your thighs onto the countertop. he presses soft kisses on your inner thigh as you pant above him.

“you did so good f’me angel.” chris praised, prying your legs open before pressing his lips to your puffy folds. you whine from the sensitivity as he laps his tongue around your bundle of nerves, cleaning up the mess you made. your hand flew to his brunette curls, causing him to groan. his sounds vibrated against your sensitive nub. he pressed a gentle kiss before pulling away from your abused cunt with a wet pop, pulling his lips to yours. the taste of your orgasm still lingering on his lips.

chris adjusted his boxers and sweats before helping you back into your tights and skirt. he brushed a loose piece of hair behind your ear and pressed a kiss to your temple. “you okay?” you gave him a quiet “mhm” and reassuring smile before nick and matt walked into the kitchen with a disgusted look on their face.

“are you guys done yet i’m literally starving.”

𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨, 𝐦𝐢𝐚 ♡

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆, ok so i did make some mistakes the first time posting this so im re-uploading !! this is my first time writing smut so please be nice. i can’t lie i don’t like it 😣, something about it is like really bad but I DONT KNOW. also i didn’t proofread this so if the perspectives change a lot i apologize lol. i hope u guys liked this and send me anons and asks so i can talk to u!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

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[777sturn]

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝜗𝜚 matt sturniolo

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉. . . you were being clingy and peppered matt’s face in kisses

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 bf!matt x gf!reader

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝒔) none just pure fluff!

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 another cute short one. guys i need it to be fall so bad im sick of the heat. ALSO ive been having major writers block ughhhh so updates may b slower ☹️☹️

it was another fall afternoon, the october weather was at its peak. the golden rays of sunshine seeped through the sheer white curtains and danced across the walls. the huge trees outside swayed with the wind and gently brushed against the glass causing its red, brown, and orange foilage to gracefully fall down on the lawn creating a pile of autumn leave.

“maaatt,” you whine, entering the living space.

your boyfriend, matt, was laying on the couch while watching tv. he turns around to face you, “yeah?”

“nothing.” you mutter, walking in front of him. you gently push his arm off his lap as you straddle his lap.

he chuckles softly as his hands meet your waist, gently caressing your soft and bare, vanilla scented skin with his thumbs. he leans in to press a quick kiss on your lips, “clingy today, huh?”

you hum in response, burying your face in the crook of his neck. the scent of his cologne—cedarwood mixed with a hint of citrus lingered on his cotton shirt, instantly making you feel relaxed. his hands moved to your lower back slowly rubbing it comfortably as he held you close.

you pull away to face him, his icy blue eyes were squinted ever so slighty at how cute you were. the sun’s rays shifted to the two of you as they kissed his face, accentuating his strong features. you smile softly before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“you’re so cute.” he mumbles, tucking your hair behind your ear.

a light baby pink flush crept onto your cheeks. despite you two being together for more than a year, the butterlies still found a way to your stomach. you thank him for his compliment by peppering his face with soft kisses everywhere.

matt melts at your actions, he loved when you were clingy because that meant he would get more attention than usual, “you just kissed my eye!” he laughs, continuing to delicately stroke your waist.

“don’t care.” you giggle, continuing to overwhelm him with your soft, pink lips that were coated in a thin layer of lip gloss, “i just love you so so much.”

“i love you more, baby.” matt whispers. your contagious giggles brought a smile to his face as you continued to shower him with kisses and love.

[mattscoquette]

𝑺𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑲𝒀 | 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉.. you help the triplets clean up their warehouse and somehow ending up fucking chris. based on this post from my inbox!

smut, p in v, unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS!!!!!!), basically just sex with a small plot line

1k words

“fuck chris,” you muttered, your head dropping low as you leaned against the desk, chris pounding into you from the back.

you really don’t know how you both ended up in this situation. the triplets invited you out for the day, grabbing lunch and planning to go shopping afterwards. however, you had to make a quick stop at the warehouse before going to the mall, matt claiming that it was a “fucking disaster in there” and he didn’t want to work tomorrow if it was messy. so, you all dropped by to clean up after your lunch, the three of them promising to buy you something nice at the mall for helping them.

when you arrived, you each decided to split up, the four of you taking your own floor to focus on. you finished way before everyone else, opting to go upstairs to the top floor and help chris out since his floor was the messiest. you weren’t sure if it was the way your legs looked in your denim shorts, or the not-so-subtle looks you were giving chris, but before you knew it he had you against the desk while his tongue roamed your mouth, his hands exploring all parts of your body. now you were propped up against the desk, leaning on your crossed arms for support with your shorts around your ankles and your tank top on the other side of the room.

“taking me so fucking good,” chris grunted, the bottom of his t-shirt being held in between his teeth. his hand were leaving bruises on your hips, gripping onto them for dear life while he thrusted into you. you moaned loudly when chris hit that spot inside of you, your legs beginning to shake.

chris’ hand flew up to your mouth, his thumb running along your bottom lip before he shoved it in your mouth. he pressed his body flush against your back, leaning down with you as he kept up his pace. “gotta stay quiet, baby, can’t have everyone hearing how good i’m making you feel, can we?” be whispered into your ear.

you nodded, feeling chris move your hair to the side and begin to press hot kissed down the back of your neck, his hand moving from your mouth to your tits, groping them over your laced bra. he picked you guys up from your bent over position, so you were both standing upright as your head tilted back again, trying your best to keep your noises concealed. the blue eyed boy continued leaving marks on your neck, groaning into it when he felt you grinding your hips on his dick as he thrusted in and out of you. his hand that held your hips moved down to toy with your clit, his thumb rubbing it in small circles.

your bottom lip tugged between your teeth, a small mm escaping your mouth. you felt chris’ hot breath fan across your neck, his hair sticking slightly to his forehead. he was sucking a mark into your neck right beneath your ear when your phone on the desk began ringing. nicks name flashed across the screen, your eyes going wide.

“answer it.” chris told you, his speed not slowing.

“i-i can’t,” you whined, you bringing your own hand up to cover your mouth now.

“answer it or i’ll fucking stop,” he threatened, although his hold around your body tightened.

you nodded hesitantly, reach forward to pick up the call. “h-hello?” you answered, your voice faltering as you felt chris’ thumb rub faster on your clit.

“are you both almost done? me and matt are down here waiting.” nick huffed, his voice laced with annoyance.

you gasped, chris scooping your one of your tits out of your bra, pinching your nipple.

“hello?” nick asked again, “do we have to come up there and get you two?”

“no, no, we’re almost done,” you managed to get out, practically panting.

“okaay..” nick replied, saying something to matt about how they should both just go wait in the car.

you hung up, your phone falling from your hands, reaching up to tangle your fingers in chris’ hair while you met his lips in a messy kiss of teeth and tongues to keep your noises concealed. he continued pounding into you, his thumb at your clit still while he kneaded the flesh of your exposed boob with his hand.

“so close,” you sighed into his mouth, the tingling feeling in your stomach growing more and more with each thrust.

“i know, baby, me too,” he muttered as his head fell to your shoulder, “be a good girl and cum for me.”

you moaned loudly, praying nick and matt actually did go out to the car like he said he would. you felt the knot in your stomach snap, your legs shaking as you came on chris’ dick, your body going limp against his. with a few more hard thrusts, chris released his load into you, groaning into your shoulder. he slowly pulled out from you, watch the mix of yours and his cum drip from your soaked pussy. his dipped his hand down, scooping it onto his fingers, bringing it up to your mouth and letting you suck the arousal off.

“taste yourself, pretty girl,” he told you, feeling your tongue swirl around his slender digits. after a moment, he pulled them out with a pop, pressing a quick chaste kiss to your cheek. “let me get you cleaned up real quick.”

chris walked away into the bathroom, returning a minute later with a baby wipe and your tank top that was strewn across the floor. you wiped your legs, ducking down quick to pull up your panties and shorts. your turned around at chris, watching as he pulled his sweatpants up, his neck and face covered in a sheer layer of sweat, his lips kiss swollen. he looked up, smiling as he met your gaze.

“what?” he asked.

“it’s still messy up here.” you told him.

© mattscoquette

𝐚/𝐧: i’ve been writing sm for chris lately i feel like im cheating on matt 🫣🫣 anywho i wrote this while it was dead at work the other day so sorry if it’s a little rushed and short but i promise i got more things coming soon. writing grind is back!!!!!!!!! i love u all so very much thank u for reading! hope u enjoy

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[ifwdominicfike]

matt helps you out a little while taking a group photo with him and his brothers

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“okay, guys can you hurry up my arms gonna fucking fall off already god-“ nick says while holding up the small camera in his hand.

you all had gone out but it really was just an excuse for you and nick to get good pictures to post, as the night went on the pink and orange hues in the sky were starting to fade before you knew it.

you guys had been trying to get a good picture for about 10 minutes now, nick was complaining about why he had to hold the camera, chris kept saying matt was blocking his view, and matt kept pointing out every cat he saw so you weren’t really getting anywhere.

“okay okay nick shut the fuck up already, kid we’re going” chris says obviously irritated by his brother, you stood in front of matt so you weren’t blocked by him. nick had angled the camera high to get all 4 of you in the photo, you heard the click and saw the flash go off.

“fuck y/n again you need to tiptoe or something bitch” you groan, this was the third photo already with only the top of your head showing. “no need to yell nick im right here, my ears are gonna melt off because of you” matt giggles at your response which also causes you to laugh along with him.

“can we hurry the fuck up before i start walking home i swear you guys are not funny” this leads to you, chris and matt to look at each other and laugh once more. “okay kid no need to throw a fit just come on” chris says motioning to the camera, same process again, only this time it was half of your face.

“there’s no way- im so done. matt get the car started im going home-“ your cut off by matt grabbing your wrist and dragging you back “nope sweetheart just one more, please?” he smiles and you groan rolling your eyes. “fine but what if w-“ you feel matts hands grasp onto your hips and lift you up a little “what the f- matt put me down” he laughs while tightening his grip.

“nick hurry up and take the picture come on” he says hurriedly, his touch tickling you, making you squirm and giggle, the flash goes off once again. “FINALLY.” nick yells “we finally have a decent picture, okay now we can go home” he bluntly says making his way towards the car, chris on the way right behind him.

“that was not funny matt, what if i fell?” you say, trying to straighten out your clothes from twisting and turning around in matts hold. “but you didn’t though baby, did you?” he grins while you roll your eyes at him in “annoyance”.

“yeah whatever matt” you couldn’t hold back your smile anymore when you felt his hand snake around your waist and pull you in closer, he looks down at you and smirks. his lips almost connecting with yours until you hear nick honk the horn. “can you guys hurry up?! im not trying to see you two make out 5 feet away from the car!”

you and matt burst into giggles “he just has to ruin everything, kids fucking annoying.” he grabs your hand and gives it a small kiss before making your way back to the car.

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

first blurb and idrk what this was.. i was bored and wanted to write it sigh. THIS WAS A PROMPT AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT WHERE I FOUND ITT 💔💔. ugh anyways i also know this is sorta unrealistic because the triplets are lowkey short kings.. BUT THAT DOESNT MATTER, bye love youu ᥫ᭡.

[kissingchamber]

stitched up

𝜗𝜚 synopsis: Peter's suit keeps breaking, thankfully his boyfriend knows how to sew.

𝜗𝜚 pairing(s): MCU!Peter Parker x male reader

𝜗𝜚 warning(s): nothing just peter being silly and his boyfriend being helpful

𝜗𝜚 note(s): English is not my first language!!! Based on this request, hope u like this anon :3 sorry this is kinda short!!

"So—!" Peter starts as he slides in through your window before you rise a hand, interrupting him. "Let me guess, you ripped your suit? Again?"

He peels off his mask and closes the window behind himself. "Yeah..." he admits with an apologetic look.

"This is, what, the third time this week?" You grumble but you don't seem all that irritated, you're already handing him a change of clothes.

Peter shoots you a greatful smile, shimmying out of his spider-suit as you turn to prepare the sewing machine, plugging it into the wall and switching to the right stitch.

When you turn back to him he's changed into the hoodie and sweatpants you gave him. He gives you the damaged suit and you spin around to face the sewing machine.

"Alright, show me where you ripped it?" You inquire and he drapes himself over your shoulder, so your cheek his pressed against his. He points to a tear in the side of his suit. Thank god, it's just in the stitching. That's so much easier to fix.

Peter starts telling you about his patrol as you repair his suit. It's kind of calming, having his warm voice in your ear and going through the familiar motions of mending the red fabric.

Inside-out, presser foot up, fabric in, presser foot down, sew, presser foot up, fabric out, cut excess thread. And done.

"Here, all patched up." you hand him the fixed suit and he presses a kiss to your cheek. "You really are the best boyfriend a superhero could have." he sighs, hugging the suit to his chest and looking like an over exaggerated lovesick puppy.

You huff out an amused laugh. "Oh, yeah? You're a pretty great boyfriend, too."

𝜗𝜚 note: sorry for being so inactive yall .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

[sturnsmia]

crybaby!reader surprising chris with christmas lingerie

you were wandering through victoria’s secret during a casual shopping trip, not looking for anything too special, maybe just some new basics. but as you browsed your eyes caught on a display near the back of the store.

there, sparkling under the soft pink lighting, was the most beautiful lingerie set you’d ever seen. delicate white lace with tiny silver snowflakes stitched into the fabric, accented with soft hints of pink. next to it, equally stunning, were matching sets in dark red and emerald green, each with the same festive, wintery theme.

the sets weren’t just bras and panties—they also came with matching babydoll dresses, sheer and flowy, adding an extra layer of softness to the design.

your cheeks heated just looking at them. they were so far from anything you usually wore, but something about the thought of surprising chris made your heart race. before you could talk yourself out of it, you grabbed all three sets and headed for the fitting room.

the sheer babydoll dress draped perfectly over the matching bra and panties, the delicate lace peeking through just enough to make your cheeks burn. you couldn’t stop imagining the way chris might react, and the thought was enough to send you straight to the register before you could overthink it.

by the time you made it back home, the butterflies in your stomach were fluttering nonstop.

you slipped inside the house, balancing your shopping bags as the sound of laughter filtered in from the living room. chris’s brothers, matt and nick, were sprawled out on the couch, laughing at something on tv.

“hey, y/n,” nick greeted, flashing you a grin. “big shopping day?”

“something like that,” you replied softly, your cheeks already pink.

“where’s chris?” you asked, shifting your bags to one hand.

“kitchen,” matt said, barely looking up from his phone.

you nodded, your heart thumping as you headed toward chris.

he was standing at the counter, back to you, scrolling through his phone. you walked up quietly, slipping your arms around his waist from behind.

“hey, princess,” he said warmly, setting his phone down and twisting slightly to kiss your temple. “what’s in the bags?”

you shook your head, while giggling. “you’ll see!”

his brows raised in curiosity, but you grabbed his hand and tugged him toward your bedroom before he could ask any more questions.

“what’s going on?” he chuckled as you pulled him inside and shut the door.

“i have a surprise for you,” you said, your voice soft and shy.

“a surprise?” his eyes lit up, a teasing smirk already tugging at his lips. “what kind of surprise, doll?”

you blushed, fiddling with your fingers. “just… close your eyes, okay? and don’t peek!”

he chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. “all right, all right. i won’t peek.”

as soon as his eyes were closed, you darted to the bags on the floor and pulled out the white and silver set, with its delicate snowflake details and soft pink accents. you slipped into it as quickly as your trembling hands would allow, adjusting the straps and smoothing the lace over your skin. the sheer babydoll dress fluttered gently over the matching bra and panties, the soft fabric brushing against your thighs.

when you finally turned to look in the mirror behind you, your cheeks were burning. the snowy design looked so pretty against your skin, and the way your tits sat perfectly in the shimmery bra and how the fabric hugged your curves.

“okay,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “you can look now.”

chris opened his eyes and immediately froze.

his gaze raked over you slowly, his mouth falling open slightly as he took in every delicate detail of the set. the way the lace hugged your body, the soft shimmer of the silver accents, the way the babydoll dress swayed with each nervous shift of your body.

“baby…” he finally said, his voice low and slightly rough.

your doe eyes flicked up to his, and his chest tightened at the sight of your rosy cheeks and shy little smile.

“do you like it?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

he let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “do i like it? doll, you’re—” he stood and closed the distance between you in two steps, his hands landing on your waist. “you’re perfect.”

your cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink, and you bit your lip to hold back a smile.

“don’t look at me like that,” he teased, his fingers tracing slow circles on your waist.

“like what?” you asked innocently.

“like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing to me right now,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

you let out a soft giggle, hiding your face against his chest. “i just thought it’d be fun to surprise you. like an early christmas gift”

“fun?” he repeated, leaning back to tilt your chin up. “princess, this is dangerous.”

“dangerous?” you echoed, your eyes wide.

he smirked, pressing a kiss to your nose. “you’re too cute for your own good.”

you huffed, playfully hitting his chest. “you’re being dramatic.”

“maybe,” he admitted, pulling you closer. “but i still can’t believe you did this.”

“well…” you trailed off, your voice shy again. “there’s more. i got a red one. and a green one.”

his eyes lit up mischievously. “oh, yeah?”

you started to respond, but his lips caught yours in a soft, lingering kiss, stealing your breath. your fingers curled into his shirt as your cheeks flushed even deeper, the warmth of his touch making your heart race.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes crinkling with affection. “now give me a spin, then show me the red one next.” you giggled softly before giving him a little twirl, as your back was turned towards him you felt a quick smack on your ass.

"chris!" you spun around quickly and started hitting his arm while he snickered, attempting to contain his laughter.

"it wasn't me doll, it must've been the ghost of christmas future."

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: guys guess who inspired the lingerie outfit idea lol. i'll give u a hint the pictures at the top. hopefully new chapter for heart of steel this week !!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⋆˚࿔ ౨ৎ ˚. ᵎᵎ @sirenedeslily @freshloveee @ifwdominicfike @pleasebendmeoverxxx @heartsforsturniolo567 @anyaa2s @mattstoothpick

[777sturn]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝜗𝜚 matt sturniolo

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉. . . you and matt were each other’s but not actually each others. you two would hook up and have sex to forget about other talking stages you guys had if they didn’t go well

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 dom!matt x fem!reader

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝒔) smut, mature language, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), touch starved, boob play, pet names (baby/princess)

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 hi baes PLS BARE W ME THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT 😭 anyways this is inspired by the song the hills by the weeknd I LOVE U ALL STAY FREAKY AND ENJOY 😛

i just fucked two bitches ‘fore i saw you

“fuck i missed you,” matt muttered as soon as you entered the passenger seat.

“i missed you too,” you say turning to him and resting your elbow on the middle console.

“you need help forgetting again?” he gently cupped your face as a slight smirk appeared on his face.

“yeah,” you mumble, “you?”

he nods, “i fucked two bitches before you. they sucked.”

“slut.” you joke, rolling your eyes.

he chuckles lowly, “you were in my mind the whole time. dont worry.”

he adjusted the seat by leaning it back slightly. matt then pats his gray sweats, signaling you to sit on his lap, “let me help you forget that asshole.” he said, his voice raspy.

with no hesitation, you carefully climbed over the middle console to make it to his lap. his hands found their way to your waist, you hiss at the cooling effect of the silver rings that adorned on his fingers when he met your warm skin.

you instantly lean in to bring your lips to his with need and crave. as your hands travel up the back of his neck to his hair, he groans softly, sending a shiver down your spine. matt’s tongue darts out swiping your bottom lip, seeking entry. you tilt your head as you open your mouth slightly allowing him to explore your tastes.

as time went on, the kiss got sloppier and rougher. you grab a fistful of his hair and slowly start to roll your hips on his hard cock. he groaned once again, breaking the kiss to continue the hot kisses along your jawline all the way down to your neck. a soft moan escapes your lips as he sucked and bit the sensitive skin, soothing it with his tongue after being rough. you tilt your head back giving him more access to mark you up.

“fuck,” you whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as he continued.

“shh,” matt whispers against your neck. his hands traveled down to the hem of your tank top to slowly lift it up. he pulls away for a quick second as his eyes met your perky, round tits. his eyes sparkle with hunger while his swollen lips parted slightly.

“baby,” he murmurs, “you’re fucking gorgeous.” he presses another soft gentle kiss on your neck before bringing his hands to your breasts, slowly massaging them.

you moan again as you tugged on matt’s hair, only resulting him to pinch your nipples. he then leans closer to bring his mouth to them. he rolled your peaked nipple in between his teeth as his hand continued to caress the other one. he flicked your nipple with his tongue, coating it with saliva before giving the same attention to your other one.

“christ,” you whimper, pulling onto his hair more as he went to leave hickies on the top of your breasts.

his hands trailed down once again to the waistband of your denim mini skirt before traveling under the pleats where his fingers were met with the lace of your panties. he pulls away and smirks, “they’re the red ones, yeah?”

“just for you.” you whisper.

he hums in response before slipping his fingers in them, teasing your swollen clit, “wet already?” he mocks, continuing to rub slowly.

you roll your eyes leaning back against the steering wheel, “matt, don’t fucking tease me.”

he shakes his head and scoffs, continuing to circle against your pussy, “i’ll do what i want.” he mumbles, pressing his fingers harder in you.

a moan slips out of you as you throw your head back. he grinned at your reaction, pumping quicker.

“holy fuck!” you cry out.

“im the only one who makes you feel good, huh?” he mocked, continuing the pace.

“yes matt.” you whimper, your nails digging into the back of his neck.

he pulls his fingers out for a second before adjusting the seat lower so he could get a better view of your pussy, “come on,” he mumbles, “move and lay down.”

“it’s cramped.” you mutter.

“dont be a brat.” he rolls his eyes, moving you out of the way. the new position was that you were laying down on the driver’s seat as he was hovering you.

his hands were planted on your thighs as he lowered down his head to your wet clit. already being familiar with your sensitive spot from previous hook ups, he teased it by flattening his tongue against it, slowly circling around the area.

“matt,” you moan out once again, enjoying the pleasure he gave you.

his stubble barely brushed against your pussy as he sucked and explored, enjoying your taste more and more. the way he continued to explore your folds and his nose gently nudging you as he ate you out like it was the last time ever.

“close princess?” he mumbles, his mouth still on your clit.

“yes.” you whimper, running yours hands down your face.

“go baby.” matt groaned, continuing to lap his tongue against you getting every single taste of your juices, “you taste so fucking good.” he praised.

he pulls away, out of breath as he ran his fingers through his messy hair. the smirk he always had made a return and was plastered on his face, “happy to help you forget.”

[mattscoquette]

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 ���𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼 | 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉.. matt loves his girl through a depressive episode

mention of depression, anxiety, not eating, use of pet names, slight animal neglecting (not intentional!) no use of y/n, not proofread

1.7k words

the white walls of your bedroom began to get all contorted and fuzzy in your vision, you remembering to blink. you shut your eyes tight, sighing, praying the heavy feeling in your chest would just go away. your eyes re-opened, the plain wall staring back at you. you weren’t sure how long you were in this position, you being in and out of sleep for the past few days, or weeks even, you weren’t sure. your memory was hazy, you unable to recall anything other than you laying in bed, staring at the wall opposite you. you had only gotten out of bed a couple times from what you can recall, but only to use the bathroom and feed your cat when she kept meowing beside your bed. you can’t remember the last time you checked your phone, it probably dead somewhere trapped in between your dirty sheets.

you haven’t been this bad in a while. every now and then you would have days where you would just lay in bed all day, the thought of even sitting up draining you. but it hasn’t been like this in a long time. you were always the type to keep your feelings in, no matter how many times people offered to talk with you. you just couldn’t burden someone like that, you thinking your problems were small and insignificant. you couldn’t help it, you’ve been that way forever. the only way you ever opened up was when someone would pry, practically spreading you apart just to get something out of you. most of the people in your life didn’t bother with that, until you met matt. you’d been dating for nearly two years now, and he knew you like he knew the back of his hand. you both instantly clicked with one another, the two of you just pairing so well together. you both had a spidey-sense for each others emotions, often times one of you sensing the other was off before they even knew it themselves.

so with that being said, when matt or his brother’s hadn’t heard from you for the last five days, he knew something was wrong. he’d last seen you when he dropped you back off at your apartment last weekend, not speaking with you since then. he knew you were feeling a little under the weather, so he thought it best to just leave you alone and get some rest. after a few days, he began to worry, all of his texts still being on delivered and his calls going straight to voicemail. so he took it upon himself to drive over to your place to check up on his girl, hoping you were okay and just a little sick.

he let himself in with the key you had given him after a few months of dating, immediately being met with the mess that was your apartment. the dishes were piled in the sink, the garbage overflowing, the plants scattered on shelves and dressers beginning to welt.

“baby?” he called out, stepping inside the apartment, your cat instantly padding over to him, nudging herself against his calf.

“in here,” you tried to yell, your vocal chords only allowing you to speak at a whisper.

he made his way back into your bedroom, his heart dropping at the sight of you. your room was a disaster, clothes scattered along the carpeted floor, your shades drawn shut. matt climbed into your bed under the covers with you, pulling you into his chest and pressing a kiss to your head.

“i’m sorry matty,” you spoke, your voice emotionless. you hated when he saw you like this. most of the time, you swallowed your pride, asking him to come over to try and cheer you up. this time it was bad, and you could barely allow yourself to be this vulnerable, so letting your boyfriend be exposed to you in this state made you so anxious. he had enough issues to deal with, you couldn’t possibly dump all this on him. he deserved someone so much better than you, someone who could hold their own and didn’t need to be cared for like this.

“don’t be sorry, please. it’s okay, it happens,” he reassured you, pressing kisses to your hair, “how long have you been in bed for?”

you shrugged, it being too much to even talk right now.

“okay, do you remember what you did the last time you got up?”

your eyebrows furrowed, trying to recall. everything was so hazy in your mind, you unsure what day it even was. “i think i went to the bathroom and fed luna.”

matt hummed, beginning to stroke your arm as you laid on him. you two stayed like this for a while, matt just caressing your arm and giving gentle kisses to your head. after a bit he sat up, pulling you up with him.

“let’s get you in the shower, mkay love?” he told you, the thought making you anxious. you barely had enough energy to talk, the idea of showering making you panic. matt sensed your worry, scooping you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the closed toilet lid as he ran the hot water. “you just get in, i’ll be back in a few.”

you nodded, stripping yourself of your week old pajama shirt and shorts, stepping underneath the hot water as matt left. your legs felt like they had anchors tied to them, you leaning against the wall and sliding down on the floor, curling your legs up into your chest as you hugged them. after god knows how long, matt came back like he promised, joining you in the hot steam. he pulled you up gently, grabbing you fruity scented shampoo as he squirted it into his hand, massaging your scalp gently. you sighed contently under your breath, trying your best to relax as you let matt wash you.

you felt like such a burden to him, embarrassed you couldn’t perform a task as simple as washing your own hair and body. when matt was done, he wrapped you in a fuzzy towel, drying you off before helping you slip into a fresh pair of sweatpants and your favorite hoodie of his. without even asking, matt reached into the drawer to grab your hair brush, him starting to gently untangle your hair with the bristles. “i changed your bedsheets for you,” matt spoke as he combed his way through your knots, “and i put all your dirty clothes into the washing machine too.”

“you didn’t have to do that.” you said quietly.

“i wanted to.” matt smiled, smiling at you from his reflection in the mirror. “i tidied up the kitchen as well, and i watered your plants and changed luna’s water and food bowl.”

this is what set you off, you breaking away from matt’s brushing, turning around and hugging his bare chest tightly, sobs escaping your throat as you broke down.

“i’m sorry i’m like this,” you told him as your voice quivered, “i don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“nothing is wrong with you, my sweet girl, nothing at all.” matt told you while he held you. “just let it all out for me baby.”

and so you did. you cried, holding on to matt with a grip so strong you’d think he’d slip away if you let up at all. he allowed you to cry, not caring about anything else in those moments other than just being there for you. he whispered soft encouragements into your wet hair, kissing your head every now and then, reminding you that he loved you. after some time, your broke away, your eyes bloodshot and puffy. without a word, you turned around, letting matt finish brushing your hair and braiding it.

“i love you so much, matt.” you said almost to yourself, looking up in the mirror to meet matt’s gaze.

“i love you so much more.” he smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist while he placed a delicate kiss behind your ear. “i ordered us some lunch, it should be here any minute.”

you nodded, following matt into your now clean living room. he stepped outside for a moment, retrieving the brown paper back that contained takeout from your favorite sushi place. the two of you sat on the couch, eating together in content silence. when you were done, matt cleaned up for you, coming back to where you resided on the couch. “let’s go for a drive, beautiful, okay? you need some fresh air.”

you sighed, looking up at him with sad eyes. “i can’t matt.”

“you can, my love.” matt said, sitting beside you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder, you leaning into his touch. “you did so much for me today, i’m so proud of you. when we get back home we can go to sleep, i just need you to get out of the house for a bit.”

you nodded softly, allowing matt to stand up with you as he guided you out to the car. he held the door open for you and buckled you in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. he walked around to the trunk, getting the blanket he kept in the van and tossing it across your lap.

the both of you drove around until matt’s gas light turned on, the windows down the whole time as your favorite songs played from his speakers. he had stopped to get you guys coffee and a sweet treat, this causing you to smile for the first time in days. he’d finally gotten you to talk more, the both of you conversing about anything and everything. when you returned back to your apartment, matt carried you back inside bridal style, settling you down on your bed.

he crawled underneath the newly clean sheets with you, holding you close to his chest while your legs intertwined with his. matt pulled away from the embrace for a moment, holding your face before kissing your lips lovingly.

“i love you so much, okay? you’re my girl, i’m always gonna be here for you.” he smiled, stroking your cheek with his thumb. you grinned back at him, giving him another kiss before snuggling back into his chest.

“i love you too.” you mumbled in his t-shirt, slowly and softly drifting off into the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in days, your stomach full, your clothes clean, your boyfriend’s arms around you.

you still had a long way to go. you weren’t sure if you would ever be one hundred percent better one day. but all you knew was that matt loved you and would be by your side every step of the way.

© mattscoquette

𝐚/𝐧: i wrote this in like an hour lol all of y'all in my inbox rlly got me in my feels about matt helping his girl thru a rough patch :( i've struggled a lot with my mental health over the years so i rlly liked writing this one. if anyone ever needs someone to talk to i am always here!!!! even if we don't know each other u can always reach out to me. i love u all :)

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[jaylalolz]

HIII MUNCHKIN😛😛😛

i saw that you’re taking requests so i have an idea!

do you think you could write nicholas chavez x fem!reader where nick is readers brothers bsf and her brother is grounded for whatever reason and nicholas isn’t allowed at the house but he is anyway, and either nicholas or reader are in the shower and the other has to come in the bathroom but then readers parents are asking to come in the bathroom unknowing that nicholas is at the house and in the bathroom with reader so whoever’s in the shower pulls the other in the shower while her mom/ dad is in the bathroom and reader and nick kinda just stare at each other and then it gets freaky😈😈😛😛🥰🥰

also whether nicholas is younger or older idc (like by a year) could you MAYBEEE make him shy towards reader?? if not it’s totally okay!! and i would loveee if you could add a bj or handjob but it’s totes ok if not😉

anyways i loveee ur writing girl have a good day🫦🫦

❛ 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 ❜ . . . nicholas chavez

OLDER!reader x YOUNGER!nicholas 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

SUMMARY, Nicholas is saved by his best friend's older sister when he nearly gets caught in their house.

A/N, loved this plot sm. i didn’t proof read this so if there’s any mistakes please let me know. tried my hardest writing this so i hope u like it !

WARNINGS, smuttyyy

Nicholas sat nervously in his best friend’s living room, knowing full well that he shouldn’t be there. His parents had grounded him for sneaking out the previous weekend, but the pull to hang out with his friend—and to see her —was too strong. He had convinced himself that being at the house for just an hour wouldn’t hurt, and maybe, if he was lucky, he’d run into his friend’s older sister. He had a major crush on her but could barely speak two words around her.

But now, a new problem presented itself. He needed to use the bathroom, and he’d been holding it as long as possible. He knew she was in the shower—he’d heard the water running when he walked past the bathroom earlier. But now it had been close to half an hour, and he really couldn’t wait any longer.

Nicholas stood in the hallway, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot, debating his options. Finally, he sighed and knocked lightly on the bathroom door.

“Hello?” he called, his voice barely audible.

He heard the water shut off abruptly, and then her voice, soft and surprised, called back. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“I, uh…” Nicholas stammered, feeling his face flush. “I really need to use the bathroom. Is there any chance you could hurry up?”

There was a long pause, and he could imagine her raising an eyebrow, wondering why he was even in the house. She sighed, clearly irritated but not entirely unsympathetic. “Fine. Just come in and use it quickly while I’m in here.”

His heart thudded in his chest as he hesitated, but eventually, he turned the knob and stepped inside, keeping his eyes on the floor. The steam from her shower filled the room. He swallowed nervously, feeling his palms sweat as he tried to play it cool, but inside, he was panicking.

Nicholas made his way to the sink, trying not to make any noise as he washed his hands, all while feeling the weight of the silence between them. He wanted to say something, anything, to break the awkward tension, but his mind went blank every time he was around her.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the bathroom door. Both of them froze.

“Sweetie?” It was Her mom’s voice, calling from the hallway. “I need to grab a towel from the cabinet.”

Panic set in instantly. Nicholas wasn’t supposed to be here—if her mom found him in the bathroom while she was still in the shower, he’d be in so much trouble. Nicholas looked around, but there was nowhere obvious to go. The shower curtain opened slightly, and she grabbed his arm, pulling him toward her. “Just get in here!” she whispered harshly.

He was paralyzed with shock for a second, but with no other options, he stepped into the shower, his face burning red. The space was cramped, and he stood awkwardly next to her, trying to avoid eye contact.

The knock came again. “Sweetheart?”

“Just can come in, Mom!” she called out, her voice way too calm for the situation. She gave Nicholas a quick, wide-eyed glance, silently urging him to stay absolutely still.

Her mom’s voice came closer, and Nicholas’s heart raced in his chest as he heard the cabinet open and close.

“Thanks, sweetheart. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”

Nicholas released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as soon as they heard her footsteps disappear down the hallway. Even though his clothing were drenched, he had other things on his mind. In the shower, he was pressed up against the older sister of his best friend. Despite his best efforts, he was unable to avoid staring down at her figure.

She asked in a whisper, "Like what you see?" yet with a playful smile on her lips. He was stunned and unsure of how to respond as he stood there. He was always nervous around her, and sharing a shower with her did not help.

She turns to face her shower head and says, "Well, you're already wet, so might as well take a shower." He studied her, eyeing every inch of her, as though he was going to be tested later. He was shocked by the words that were coming out of her mouth but he didn’t question it. In a instant he was taking off his clothes, his heart racing out of his chest.

Grabbing the sponge, she lathered herself with soap before turning to face him. She asked, innocently passing him the sponge, "Do you mind?" Without question, he grabbed it right away. As he began washing her back, she pushed her damp hair to the side of her neck. As he inched closer and closer, nearly pressing herself against her, she began to get shivers.

Her head landed on his shoulder. He moans a little bit as his cock presses up against her from behind. She knew exactly what she was doing when she gazed up at him through her eyelashes. With one hand, he gripped the sponge and began rubbing it up and down her chest. Slowly, his other hand comes up to her neck.

She lets out a moan as he shifts the sponge to her perfect tits and circles around her nipple. He shuts his eyelids shut as the perfect noise poured out of her. he couldn’t believe this was true, it had to be a dream.

She only gets a brief glimpse of Nicholas's eyes before she is bent over, the gentle, uncertain expression in them replaced by a dark, greedy one. While he leans over her and speaks against her, he holds her pinned there, his other hand gliding down her side and slipping in between her thighs, teasing her heat without actually touching it.

"I’ve been wanting to do this for the longest" he says, his voice dropped into a teasing drawl.

He says, "I've always imagined you bent down in front of me," and she inhales deeply as he grips her heat, drawing her back against him and pressing his hips into her from behind.

He teases her by bending down to plant a kiss on her shoulder. As his fingers go between her thighs and run up her folds, sensing the moisture there, he teases her entrance with his fingers. "I - ah fuck" he slides his middle finger and ring into her, beginning a torturous, slow-moving rhythm of pushing them into her.

Her entire body tensed as he nipped at her ear lobe, and he groaned as he felt her around his fingers. She knew the low, sensual grunt he let out as his fingers slid in and out of her was on purpose.

"Who knew my brothers best-friend wasn't so innocent after all?" She pushes her hips back against him, feeling his smile against her ear, and whines as his fingers wrap inside of her.

His other hand has a mind of its own, reaching and feeling every inch of skin it can as he slides a hand between them to take his length and teases it at her entrance. "You want my cock darling?" he sighs into the kiss, inching only the tip within "It's all yours"

When he thrusts his hips forward, sinking into her and reaching both hands to grasp her from behind, they both groan. Then he draws his hips back and thrusts forward once more. Their groaning and panting become louder as they kiss, and he maintains a slow, drawn-out rhythm, stretching her each time and making her walls clench around him because of how thrilling it feels.

They are surrounded by an air pressure so great that it feels almost crippling, but in the most delightful way imaginable. Hissing between his teeth, "God," he grips her hips and his fingers tighter while flicking his eyes open to glance at her. "I bet you're enjoying this," she says.

His face falls into her shoulder as he loses himself in his senses of what he was hearing and feeling. At her words, he snaps his hips forward hard, and all of his arrogant control from a minute earlier seems to be ripped away, consumed utterly by the feelings coursing through him.

She moves her hands to entangle her fingers tightly in his hair, pulling on it while he grunts at the sensation and his thrusts become less controlled. "You're making me feel so good, baby," she says, and he shudders and becomes nervous at that moment.

"pull harder” he dares. his brows furrowing and lips separating as he observes her reactions. His voice is so strained that it makes her stomach turn, partly because it seems like he's ordering her while also begging her.

She follows his instructions, pulling hard and tightening her fingers in his silky hair as he thrusts his hips forward. She watches in shock as his head pulls back, his jaw dropping and his eyes rolling shut as he lets out the most shameless moan she has ever heard.

Whatever that accomplishes for him is revealed when he takes a quick breath and grunts as he takes one hand off of her behind and slides it between her thighs to put pressure on her pounding nerves. He then begins to rub quickly in circles against them while picking up the pace, becoming rash, and plunging all of his strength into her. She lets out pornographic noises, and he can practically feel his length and fingers cutting into her. Her walls flutter and tighten around him, and the thought of him in such pleasure makes her want to jump off the edge.

"Holy fuck," he practically yells, peering down at her as his lips drops. He mumbles a chorus of mixed swear words and groans, his thrusts growing wild and desperate until he buries himself inside her. "Shut the fuck up, you're going to get us caught," she says as soon as she places her hand over his mouth.

His arms shake as he grasps her hips, pressing his forehead on her shoulder. whimpering a helpless "- fuck, oh god, I'm -" and gasping.

The sound of the filthy sounds mingles with Nicholas's loud grunts and his high-pitched, helpless groans as his length continues to drive into her.

He keeps pushing her through it, which only intensifies the mind-blowing experience as her orgasm bursts inside of her, gushing out from her center and her arms clinging around his shoulders, her fingers clawing at his back. He shivers and gasps at the sensation, letting out a low, lingering moan as his hips move into her and his release seeps into her.

“Yo!” came her brother’s voice from the other side.

Both their hearts fell as they glanced at each other with astonished eyes. His sperm is still streaming down her legs as his hands remain on her hips.

“What?” she called back, her voice muffled by the sound of the shower.

There was a brief pause, and then his voice, more insistent this time. “Why are you taking so long? Is Nicholas in there or something?”

Her eyes snapped open, and her heart did an irritated skip.

“No!” she shouted, louder now. “Go away!”

She could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Alright, alright. But you better not be sneaking him around. You know Mom would—”

“I’m not sneaking anyone!” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through the sound of the water. “God, mind your own business for once.”

When he realized that he was gone, they both let out a sigh. She suddenly turns to face Nicholas, sternly stating, "I'll make your life a living hell if you tell anybody this happened."

“You have my word”

[ifwdominicfike]

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why am i lowk active..(praying it lasts for a bit 😓) anyways ive seen this so many times and wanted to do my own version! also lmk what else i can write!! i love hearing peoples ideas/or honestly anything, byee i love youu ᥫ᭡ !!

[phone4pills]

DEAR SANTA DAY 1

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! no warnings apart from some venting, don’t try this btw, stranger danger

You felt so stupid when you dropped your letter in the postbox. Your friends had dared you to write a Christmas wish list and mail it to a random address in a random state. You’d spun a wheel and landed on Massachusetts. So you’d written your letter to a random home there, in Boston specifically. And you’d drawn pretty pink and red bows on the envelope, hoping whoever received it would like them. At first it didn’t seem like a huge deal but now that you were actually stood in front of the crimson post box, no way to turn back time and get your letter out of the pile, your nerves were spiking off the chart.

You took a deep breath, shoving your hand a back into the pockets of your coat and walked away, deciding that you wouldn’t look back at that darned post box, only following the snowy trail ahead of your feet.

Four days later - Sturniolo’s Home

Matt hurried downstairs towards the sound of the doorbell. The rest of his family had left the house to buy Christmas secret santa gifts for each other. He’d already ordered his online for Chris. A cameo from one of his favourite celebrities and a chain with his name on it. He also had a Lego set in his room that he’d been meaning to give his brother, so he would add that in too.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to find a postman with an envelope addressed to their house but nobody specifically. It was nicely decorated with some bows on the back so it wasn’t something serious like bills or anything to do with a business. And there was no parcel with it. Only the envelope. He thanked the postman and closed the door, almost scared to unveil what was inside.

The envelope sat on his desk for a few hours. And he stared at it. Longer and longer. Until the corners began to curve and he was seeing multiple shades in the plain white folded paper. He wanted to wait for Chris and Nick to get home so they could open it together. But the temptation was eating away at him. And he couldn’t resist anymore, reaching across the room to grab it and settling down on the end of his bed.

His fingers played with the opening for a bit until he eventually tore the envelope open and pulled out a folded bit or cream card. A deep breath racked through Matt’s throat as he unfolded the piece and read the note.

Dear Santa,

Whoever you may be, I hope you’re having a great time these holidays. I’ve never been the biggest fan of this time of year but I promised myself I’d be more outgoing so I’m writing this to you, Santa Stranger, hoping you’ll read it someday, preferably before Christmas.

I really wish for good grades in college this year and success in the future so the job I work to pay off my student loans is all worth it. I hope that I can finally buy the camera I’ve had my eye on for a while and take capture loads of memories with my friends, and my grandma because she’s getting older and I always want her with me.

But most of all, I hope that Christmas this year feels as magical as it was when I was a kid. The lead up to the holidays is always so exciting but I feel like I keep getting let down now that I’m older. I hope that this Christmas can be different, enchanting.

I admit, I have yet to buy presents for a lot of people. Especially the boys and men in my life. I swear it’s so hard to shop for the male population. If by any chance you might have some ideas, I’d appreciate them. That’s in the scenario that this reaches you in time and you can get it back to me before the 24th, which I kind of really hope it does.

That’s all for now. Until next time, Santa.

- Signed, Elf

A grin spread across Matt’s face and his eyebrows, that were previously knitted together, softened. He was ultimately in awe, unable to deny how genius he thought the whole scheme was. And he wondered what the chances were that this ended up at his house, of all the houses in America. He found your address on the back of the slip and made a start writing his letter back as quickly as he could.

He’d been meaning to talk to someone about Christmas in more depth. He’d talked about it a little bit with his brothers on their YouTube channel during the lead up to the winter season, but he’d never truly gotten to express how he felt about the time of year. And now he was given a perfect opportunity. There were no ties to it. No judgment. Only honesty, and he liked that.

Three days later - Your Home

You’d received a green envelope in your postbox with smiley faces drawn all over it. Instantly, you knew what it was. You’d almost completely forgotten about the message you’d shipped off previously and had your doubts about it being returned.

Hurriedly, you ran across the hallway and threw yourself down on the couch, giving your cat a few head rubs before peeling open the casing around a piece of white card.

Dear Elf,

I wish you’d seen my face when I opened your letter. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t frightful when I was handed the envelope. The bows are really pretty by the way, you must be a good doodler. I doodle a lot too, especially when I’m feeling particularly anxious about things.

Speaking of relations and similarities, I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s had a good few thoughts on Christmas this year, and the last few. Maybe some magical force directed your message to me so I’d have somewhere to write down all of my thoughts. I’d have someone to tell without the weight of being judged in person.

I’m not that good at writing if you couldn’t tell already but I’m trying my best. I hope this year’s holiday season is like a breath of fresh air from all of the stress that’s polluting my life. I feel like I just need to feel free to feel Christmas. And I’m grateful for all I have of course, but it’d be nice to get away from all of the hate and negativity that comes with it.

About college, I never actually went but I wish the best for you. You should tell me about it. And be honest, I want to know all the details. I don’t have much time before my parents and my brother get home but before I forget, women are ten times harder to shop for than men!

Anyway, I got my brother a silver chain with his name on it and a cameo for secret Santa this year. I’m also throwing a Lego set in there. I don’t know if that’s helpful in any way, but it’s all the knowledge I have to offer. At the end of the day, any gift is a gift in the end. And it will be appreciated.

I wish you a Merry Christmas and I hope that all of your wishes come true. I think everybody needs a little bit of holiday magic this winter. Please do keep writing back to me if it’s possible. I’ve been needing something like this without even knowing.

Can’t wait to hear back. Until next time, my Elf.

- Signed, Santa

Thanks for reading ! There will be a Chris fic to come on the 3rd. Meanwhile, I have something else planned for tomorrow my lovelies. And a warm welcome to Slow’s Advent Calendar everyone.

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[kissingchamber]

brace face baby!

𝜗𝜚 synopsis: teenage romance and having braces definitely do not mix...

𝜗𝜚 pairing(s): MCU! Peter Parker x male reader with braces

𝜗𝜚 warning(s): bleeding, reader feels a little guilty for busting Peter's lip

𝜗𝜚 notes: English is not my first language!!! I got my braces off yesterday ^^ based on this post of mine

Having braces sucked. No more chewing gum or toffee for you— or teenage romance, apparently.

You and your boyfriend, Peter, were happily making out until his lip got caught in your braces. Your goddamn braces!

Now you two are sitting on the edge of his bottom bunk, you holding a paper towel to his busted lip with a concerned furrow between your eyebrows.

"'M okay! 'S just a split lip." He says, his reassurances slightly muffled by the paper.

It does help a little but you can't help but feel a little guilty. "I hurt you, though..." You look away, frowning.

Peter's hand grabs your wrist, pulling the paper towel away from his lips. It wasn't bleeding much anyway, you're just being a worrywart. "Dude, I have superpowers, a little blood won't kill me."

"But I hurt you, Pete—" You try but he interrupts you. "Nope! You know there's a strict no self depreciation rule in the Parker residence." You can't help but smile at his silly antics.

He smiles back, slinging his arm over your shoulder and pulling you against him. "There's that smile I love so much." You huff out a laugh, shaking your head.

He grabs your chin, pressing a soft peck to your lips— you don't kiss him back, not yet— and rests your foreheads together. "So, conclusion: not your fault."

You roll your eyes at him. "Alright, alright. It wasn't my fault, it was the stupid braces." Peter nods at that like he's proud or something, it's kind of adorable. "Yeah, those damn braces!" He says enthusiastically and kisses you again. You kiss him back this time.

𝜗𝜚 note: thank u for reading!! reblogs are appreciated :3

[sturnsmia]

chris always knows how to make crybaby!reader forgive him

it’s a quiet, lazy afternoon. the soft hum of the tv plays in the background as sunlight filters through the windows, casting a warm glow across the living room. you’re curled up on the couch, wrapped in your favorite blanket while scrolling through your phone.

after a while, your mind drifts to the pastry you saved in the fridge—the last piece from your favorite bakery. the thought alone makes you smile, and you head to the kitchen, ready to indulge.

but when you open the fridge, the little white box isn’t there.

you frown, scanning every shelf. nothing. you even check the freezer and a few random cabinets, despite knowing that makes no sense. after a solid five minutes of searching, frustration bubbles up.

you stomp back into the living room. “chris?”

he glances up from his phone, eyebrows raised. “yeah?”

“where’s my pastry?” you ask, arms crossed.

there’s a beat of silence before he responds. “uh…” he shifts slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i might’ve eaten it.”

your eyes widen. “you ate it?”

“i was hungry!” he admits, throwing his hands up. “and it was just sitting there, looking all lonely. i didn’t think you’d mind.”

you stare at him, your bottom lip already trembling. “you knew it was my favorite,” you whisper, voice wobbling.

chris immediately picks up on your pout and the tears forming in your eyes. he’s seen this play out countless times. still, he can’t help but chuckle softly. “oh no, princess. don’t cry,” he teases, reaching out for you. “you’re breaking my heart.”

“good,” you mumble, turning away from him dramatically. “i hope it hurts.”

he chuckles before pulling you onto his lap despite your protests. “i’m the worst, huh?”

“the absolute worst,” you mumble, crossing your arms tightly.

chris sighs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “okay, okay. i messed up. i’ll make it up to you.”

“how?” you ask, still sulking.

“let me take you to get another one.”

you hesitate for a moment, glancing up at him from under your teary lashes. “really?”

“really,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “now go grab your shoes, before i change my mind.”

the drive across town is quiet, the streets bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. chris keeps one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, the soft touch of his thumb drawing lazy circles over your skin.

you steal a glance at him, admiring the relaxed way he leans back in the seat, a small smirk playing on his lips as he hums along to the music. when he catches you staring, he raises an eyebrow.

“what?” he asks, amusement lacing his voice.

“nothing,” you mumble, turning your gaze to the window to hide your blush.

he chuckles softly, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. “you’re so pretty, you know that?”

your cheeks heat even more. “chris,” you mutter, voice shy.

“what?” he grins, glancing at you briefly before focusing back on the road. “just telling the truth, doll.”

you bite your lip to suppress a smile but fail miserably. “shut up.”

“never,” he teases with a grin.

the bakery is as charming as ever, with warm cozy hues and shelves lined with baked goods that look almost too perfect to eat. the scent of fresh bread and sugar fills the air, wrapping around you like a hug.

you hover near the display case, eyes scanning the pastries. the one you’re looking for is right there, sitting pretty in the middle row.

chris notices and nudges you gently. “see something you like?”

you nod, pointing at the pastry. “that one,” you whisper softly, voice barely above a whisper.

he leans in, pretending he didn’t hear you. “what was that, princess?”

“that one,” you repeat, giving him a small glare.

he smirks but doesn’t push further. “got it.” turning to the barista, he orders confidently. “two of those, please. and a coffee.”

you tug on his sleeve. “can i get a hot chocolate instead?”

he smiles at you before turning back to the cashier. “make that one coffee and one hot chocolate.”

the barista rings you up, and before you can even reach for your wallet, chris pulls out his card.

“chris,” you pout, tugging at his sleeve again. “i can pay for mine.”

“nope. making it up to you, remember?” he says with a wink.

you sigh but can’t help smiling as you clutch the little bag, the warmth of the hot chocolate seeping through the cup into your hands.

the ride back feels even softer, the sky now painted in hues of pink and orange. chris keeps his hand on your thigh again, his touch warm and steady. you take small sips of your hot chocolate, savoring the sweetness.

chris glances over, catching the way your eyes light up. “good?”

you hum around a bite, nodding enthusiastically. “perfect,” you mumble.

he chuckles, squeezing your thigh. “told you i’d make it up to you.”

you roll your eyes, but your smile gives you away. “you’re so annoying.”

just as you’re about to take another bite, you catch chris side-eyeing the pastry. before you can react, he leans over and takes a bite out of it, grinning like he’s just won a prize.

“chris!” you yelp, pulling the pastry away from him and swatting his arm. “you just bought me this!”

“couldn’t resist.” he laughs as he wipes the small crumbs off the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.

“you’re the worst!” you pout, holding the pastry protectively.

“i know,” he says, still grinning. “but you love me anyway.”

you huff, but the warmth in his voice makes it impossible to stay mad. “you’re just lucky you’re cute chris.”

he laughs before stopping at the red light, turning towards you. you give him a hard glare before he peppers your cheek with kisses and you can’t help but giggle. because no matter what chris does, you know there’s no one else you’d rather spend your days with.

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: thank u sm to @abbystromboli for this request!! i hope this lived up to your expectations :))

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[777sturn]

𝐛𝐟!𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝜗𝜚 matt sturniolo

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉. . . matt is a boyfriend

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝒔) none just cute little things i think matt would do if he was a boyfriend

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 i love him to death he fs will treat his gf like a sweetheart (i’ll add more in the future!) sorry for being so inconsistent 😭😭 im trying to get back into writing againnn yippee

bf!matt who is definitely a huge quality time person. hes willing to be around you everytime but he isn’t too clingy (ofc he still is) he especially enjoys those late night car rides with you and blasting music through the windows (mac miller, frank ocean, etc.)

bf!matt who loves watching movies with you no matter what. he literally watched 10 thing i hate about you (im not over this guys pls) and he is willing to watch any movie, as long as hes cuddled up next to you.

bf!matt who is a literal yapper when he’s around you. usually he’s quiet and reserved but as soon as you’re with him, he just talks and talks and talks. its probably about the most random topics too or giving you a rundown on his day.

bf!matt who’s a cuddler by heart. he loves when you lay your head on his lap while he twirls his fingers around your hair but he loves when his head is on yours so he can admire you from down below. he loves holding you close to him and pepper gentle kisses all over your face.

bf!matt who isn’t too cheesy but cheesy enough. he loves to refer to you as ‘my girl’ or ‘baby’ and he will go absolutely insane when he gets called baby by you. like he gets all flushed and will hold you forever.

bf!matt who is the type of boyfriend to buy you a bouquet of flowers but takes one for himself so he could see when it dies to buy new ones. he will also spoil you to death. for example, if you bring up something that you want or mention a stuffed animal, expect to see an amazon delivery box on your porch step.

bf!matt who is willing to try anything for you. for example, your cooking or baking and you need a taste tester: he’s there! when you wanna try out new skincare or making: again, he’s there! he just wants to spend a lot of time with you and making you happy

bf!matt who you don’t argue with often, but when you guys do, you end up making up by the end of the day. he will spam you saying you guys should talk it out and if you dont answer he will be at your doorstep holding flowers and a fast food bag of your favorite food.

[mattscoquette]

seen the post for requests! you should do a very soft dom!chris smut where he helps his girlfriend relax after an awful day at work or smthn. girlfriend is a pillow princess and he won’t let her do any of the work. can you make it kinda vanilla though and just sensual and sweet with a HEAVY praise kink

𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑫𝑨𝒀 | 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉.. chris helps you out after a long day at work

smut, oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v, praise kink, use of pet names, no use of y/n

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you step out into the cold nighttime air, making your way out to your car, finally leaving your shift at work. you work in a semi-popular restaurant in downtown los angeles, and you had just survived a 6 hour long dinner rush. seeing as you were the first waitress there at 10am, you were supposed to get first cut when it was dead. around 5:30, your boss came up to you allowing you to leave, not before rolling silverware. the second you sat down and began, the host sat a party of six in your section. you had to take it, and the customers kept coming in after one another, it becoming a revolving door all evening.

it was now past 11:00p.m., and you wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball in your boyfriends bed and sleep for the next three days straight. you sighed, getting into your car, texting chris you were on your way back to his shared apartment with his brothers, informing him about your rough day. you throw your apron into the passenger seat, blaring the heat as you begin to drive. the traffic wasn’t bad at this time of night, so you made it to their apartment in a relatively quick timing. you pulled into the driveway, entering through the garage because chris lived on the first floor.

you softly opened the bedroom door, trying your best not to disturb your boyfriend. as the door creaks open, you are met with the cool colors of chris’s led lights as they project all over the ceiling. greens, blues, and purples all shine throughout his room as your eyes fall to your boyfriend sitting at his monitor, the colors of the room softening his features. you can’t help but awe at how cozy he looks, sporting a large grey fresh love hoodie and a pair of sweats to match. his hair is all messy from the headset, chris attempting to cover it by pulling the hood up slightly. he was so into his game, not even noticing you were home until he felt your nails softly scratching at his scalp.

“hi baby,” he turns his head up smiles up at you, his blue eyes meeting your tired ones. your hands slide from his hair to his shoulders as you lean down to press a quick kiss to his forehead. he directs his attention back to the game for a moment. “i’m getting off guys, my girl just got home.” he wishes a goodnight to his friends, turning off the monitor. before you can even react, he is pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him. you sigh contently, instantly melting into his warm touch, hiding your face in the crook of your boyfriends neck as he begins to rub his hands up and down your back lightly.

“work absolutely sucked today.” you mumble into him, relaxing even more as you feel him start to play with your hair lightly. chris hummed quietly as you recollect your day. you tell him about your boss fucking you over by making you stay, and the amount of crying children you had to deal with. by the time you’re done complaining, you pulled away from chris’ embrace to see him pouting his bottom lip out while he expressed his sympathy for you.

“i’m sorry, is there anything you want me to do?” he asked, returning his long slender fingers back to your hair. you shrugged, positioning yourself to be cuddled into his neck once more. you were absolutely spent, even speaking seemed to take too much energy. he draws back slightly to look down at you. “want me to run you a hot shower?” you nod into him.

he pulls you off his lap, grinning, as he leads you into the bathroom off of his bedroom. he turns the water on its highest setting, sitting you down on the counter while you wait for it to warm up. he moved himself in between your legs as you pull him in for an embrace. “thank you, chris.” you mumble into his hair. you’re so exhausted, you can barely even hold yourself up. you feel yourself slump against your boyfriend and hear him chuckle slightly.

“don’t fall asleep yet, baby, we’ve got to get you washed up.” he laughs, gently tugging your clothes off. you shoot him a lazy smile as he leads you into the shower, giving you a quick kiss. “i’ll be back in a sec, i’m gonna go get you a hoodie to sleep in for when you get out.”

you thank him, stepping under the water, hissing slightly at the heat at first, but then relaxing underneath it. the thought of attempting to wash your hair right now sounds awful, your arms feel like they had 100 pound barbells on either one, so you wait for chris to return. after a minute, you feel the cold air from the outside wash over you as you look to see your boyfriend joining you. without even asking him first, he grabs the shampoo he keeps for you at his house and squirts it into his hands, lightly massaging your scalp as you decompress.

“want me to get you next?” you asking, turning around slightly as chris continues to wash your hair.

he furrows his eyebrows as if you’ve just asked him the most impossible question. he shakes his head. “no, you’ve had a bad day, let me treat you.”

“chris,” you whine. as much as you love and need your boyfriend, you still are a very self-reliant person. unfortunately, your home life wasn’t the best, so you were forced to grow up quicker than most people your age. you learned in life the hard way you can only really count on yourself. that was, until you and chris began dating a little over a year ago. he too, was independent, and he liked that you were able to handle yourself well. that didn’t stop him from absolutely spoiling you whenever he had the chance. “i’m okay, really, i can wash your hair for you.” you tell him.

he tsks, rinsing his hands off as he begins to lather up your loofa with your vanilla scented body wash, not bothering to respond. he tries to wash your shoulder, but you pull away and turn to face him.

“chris, seriously, i’m fine, i can do it for you.” you argue.

he shushes you, pulling you close again as he begins to scrub your body gently. “no, my love, you don’t have to do anything, just try and relax for me okay?” you sigh, too tired to fight back.

when he’s done with you, he washed himself and his hair quickly while you stand underneath the hot water, trying to rub the tired out of your eyes. sighing underneath the comfort of the shower, you feel chris snake his arm around your waist from the back, pulling you close to him as he rests he head on your shoulder. he turns his head slightly as be starts to press warm kisses down your neck. you exhale, tilting you head to give him better access and reaching your arm back to run your fingers through his wet hair. you begin to feel his dick grow as it digs into your back while he is sucking a mark into the base of your neck.

“chrissy, i’m tired,” you whine, feeling bad. you love being with chris, but right now all you can think about is collapsing in bed.

“shh, pretty girl, let me take care of you, yeah?” he whispers into your skin, reaching over you to turn off the water. you turn to give him a puzzled look while he is stepping out and wrapping you in a towel. he takes your delicate face in his hands, running his thumb across your bottom lip, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. you absolutely love the way chris kisses you. it can be either be a rough mess of teeth clashing while your tongue feverishly dance with one another, or slow and sensual like it is now. he knows you better than you know yourself, and can always read your mood. he knows how exhausted you are, and he’ll be damned if you even thinking about lifting a finger tonight.

you two continue to kiss slowly, lips moving in rhythm with one another as you feel the towel chris had you wrapped in fall to the ground. his hands go to cup your ass, moving them to the back of your thighs. “jump baby,” he mutters into your mouth as he carries you back into the bedroom, not breaking from the kiss once. he lays you down gently on the mattress, grabbing a pillow from above you to support your head as he crawls over you. he brings his mouth back to yours and you feel his tongue licking at your lips, granting him permission as you open your mouth more. your tongues move around one another while you two lazily make out with one another. he breaks away, diving into your neck as he leaves barely-even-there kisses. your hands make their way to his damp head of hair, pulling at it slightly and whining when you feel him begin to mark up your collarbone, teeth gently grazing at the soft skin. “you’re so beautiful,” you hear him moan against your neck.

your chest heats up at the compliment as he continues to trail down your body, making sure to kiss every last inch. he finds his way to your breasts, attaching his mouth to the left one as he starts to lick and suck on it, his hand reaches up to knead at the right. after a few minutes, he switches his attention to your other boob, giving it the same treatment as he did the first. chris has his head buried in your chest as he moves his arms to have a firm hold around your torso. he peaks his head up, looking at you with a lopsided smile on his face. “tell me what you want, pretty girl.” he says, ducking his head back down and attacking your tits with more kisses and hickies. you moan out, pressing him further into you as you feel him flick his tongue over the sensitive buds on your breasts.

you can feel his dick is rock hard now as it is digging into your thigh. you whine, wanting nothing more than for him to just fuck you already. “i just want you,” you gasp out as chris moves his mouth lower and lower to where you need him most. he kisses across your stomach, muttering sweet nothings into your skin about how pretty you are. he moves closer to your core, and you feel him kiss around your pelvic bone, leaving a mark on your hip.

“you have me, baby.” he tells you, looking up at you from where he resides toward the end of his bed. you wish you can capture this moment forever. he’s holding himself up on his elbows, grinning at you with red and swollen lips, his damp hair messy. you can smell the heavy scent of his body wash mixed with his bedsheets that just smell like him. “m’gonna make you feel good, i promise, just tell me what you need.”

“want your mouth” you moan out, pressing the boy in between your legs.

he removed your hands from the grip you had on his hair, readjusting your hands placing them back in his hair softly. “let me do the work, princess, i got you.” he says, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder and he dives into your core ,starting to press soft kisses to your clit.

“fuck chris,” you whine, throwing your head back at the sensation. he continues to gently kitten lick at your pussy, then licking a warm stripe against your wet folds.

“tastes so good,” he mumbled in between your legs, continuing to suck and lick at your entrance. you moan, feeling his tongue flick at your slit, pushing it in fully. your hands play lightly with his hair, pushing it back as your manicured nails weave their way into his brown locks. “you’re doing so good for me sweet girl.” the pet name makes your heart ache in the best way, and your wrap you legs around chris’ head as he continues to eat you out. you feel your stomach begin to tighten, signaling your release.

“don’t stop, chris, please,” you sigh, threading your fingers through his hair and pushing him further in between your legs. he simply moans into your pussy, nuzzling himself in closer as his nose bumps against you clit. “’m so close.” he pushes his tongue deeper inside of you, adding a finger into your dripping hole. this causes you to moan once more, your grip on his hair tightening as you begin to grind your hips slightly. you feel his one arm wrap around your waist and press down on your stomach, holding you in place.

“don’t worry angel, i got you i swear.” he tells you, adding a second finger into the mix while he stays devouring you like it were his first meal in weeks. “cum for me baby.” he says, not slowing down his pace as you release all over his tongue, whining and riding out your orgasm. chris pulls away, and mix of saliva and your juices coat his lips as he gives you a soft smile.

he moved up, pressing a sweet and gentle kiss to you lips. “you did so good for me, my love, so good,” he mumbled against your mouth. “can you give me one more, beautiful?” you nod, your voice barely above a whisper as you tell him a faint yes.

“that’s my girl.” he smiles, kissing you quickly before leaning back to sit on his knees, slowly pumping his cock and rubbing it against your entrance. his other hand is tracing soft circles on your hipbone as you whine, reaching your hand down to hurry up his actions. “relax for me baby,” he chuckles, leaning so he is over you again, “right now is about you, understand?” you nod, meeting his gaze as you look up at him. he brings his hand up and grabs your chin, bringing your head up to meet his as he presses his lips to yours to give you a brief kiss, pulling away and lining himself up with you.

he brings his tip against your folds, pushing himself in. he holds himself up with one hand, taking the other with yours and intertwining your fingers as he pushes deeper, you both moan at the feeling. your boyfriend buries his face into your neck as he continues to bottom out, nibbling softly at the skin. “oh my god baby, you feel amazing,” he moans while he starts to thrust in and out, going slowly. “i swear you were made for me.”

“chris,” you whine, bringing your one hand to his jaw and pulling him up to meet your mouth in a passionate kiss. he moves his lips against yours lazily, swiping his tongue across your lips as he continues to pull out, slowly entering back in, his dick kissing the tip of your cervix.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” chris sighs into your mouth, “my perfect girl.” you moan, unable to think straight as your boyfriend continuously fucks you. you feel every inch of him inside of you as you begin to feel that familiar build up in your stomach for the second time that night.

“i’m close,” you tell your boyfriend, trying to hold him closer to your body. he kisses down your chin, kissing at your neck again as he groans into it, his one hand still laced with yours. the other had moved to your side, his large hands rubbing across from your stomach to your side.

“i am too, pretty girl,” he murmurs into your neck, “let go for me, you deserve it.” a loud moan escapes your throat as chris fucks you through your high, rubbing his hands up and down your sides lovingly as he whispers soft praises in your ear, soon reaching his own climax and he comes inside of you. you feel him go limp against you body, laying on top of you like a starfish.

he brings his head up from your neck, kissing your cheek softly a few times. “you okay?” he asked you gently, watching you nod. “you did amazing.” he tells you, rubbing his hand against your cheek softly as he gazes into your eyes lovingly. you smile at him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “let’s get you clean and dressed, okay love?” you nod tiredly as you close your eyes, chris pulling out and wiping you two down with the extra towel that he left on his bed from earlier. he goes into the bathroom, returning with the clothes he’d brought in for you. “sit up for me?” he asks, pulling the sweatshirt over you head as you comply. you pull the hood over your hair and take the pair of boxers chris handed you. he quickly threw on a pair of pajama bottoms, crawling back into bed with you. he pulls you into his arm, pressing soft kisses to your head. you sigh contently against your boyfriends chest, intertwining your limbs with his.

“i love you so much” you hear chris whisper in the darkness. you peek up at him, quickly pecking his lips.

“i love you too, chris. goodnight.”

“goodnight, my love.” he replies into your hair, hugging you tighter as you both drift off into sleep.

© mattscoquette

𝐚/𝐧: my first smut lol i feel like its shit 😭😭 i feel like the end is kinda bad and rushed but whatev thats not the important part. hope u all enjoy and ty for the request!!

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