#He only seems to be fixated on Chris

[crimescrimson]

Albert Wesker in Resident Evil Remastered (2002)

[guiltyc0nscience]

⋆˙⟡ chris is obsessed with the bulge in your throat when sucking him off

you lay on the edge of chris’ bed, your head tilted back just enough to nearly dangle off, while he stood above you, his tip grazing the soft curve of your lips.

he looked down at you with a grin, his eyes darkened with desire and intensity that sent a shiver through you, every glance seeming to drink in the sight of you like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.

he shifted his stance slightly, his movements deliberate as he sought a better angle. his breath hitched for a moment before a low, husky groan escaped his lips. “fuck,” he muttered, his voice heavy with list as his gaze locked onto you.

“look at how perfectly those lips wrap around me…” his words trailed off, his eyes darkening further as he watched your tongue flick out, teasing him with a slow, deliberate taste that made his grip on your boobs tighten slightly.

you parted your lips slowly, inviting chris to slide his length past them, the warmth and softness drawing a low groan from him as he pushed forward.

a satisfied hum escaped you, vibrating against him as you adjusted to the length and feel of him, your lashes fluttering shut while your hands gripped the sheets beneath you. each inch felt deliberate, his movements slow and controlled, as if savouring the sight of your mouth taking him in.

his fingers slid into your hair; tangling gently as he guided your movements with a firm yet unhurried touch, letting you set the pace while he watched. each subtle pull and shift of his hand was deliberate, steering without forcing, as his gaze fixated on the way his cock disappeared between your lips.

the sight alone was enough for small noises to pass his lips, but what had him completely undone was the sight of the bulge forming in your throat as you took him in so deeply.

his free hand moved down, trailing over the curve of your neck, his fingers pressing lightly to feel himself beneath the skin. the sensation made his head fall back for a moment, a guttural groan escaping his lips before he looked down at you again.

“fuck,” he rasped, his voice low and full of raw hunger, “look at you…so perfect, taking me like that.” his thumb stroked gently over the bulge as he bit his lip, savouring every second of the sight before him.

one of your hands trailed down your body, trembling slightly as you found your way to the heat between your thighs. pressing over your baby pink thong, you began rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit, the thin fabric doing little to muffle the growing ache.

a soft, needy moan slipped from your lips, vibrating around chris in a way that made his head snap back, a sharp hiss breaking from his mouth. his grip in your hair tightened, not rough but enough to hold your attention as his gaze flicked down to where your hands worked against yourself.

“fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice strained and full of awe, “you’re so good…so fucking good.” his free hand slid down your cheek, brushing over your jaw as he smirked, his hips stuttering slightly from the sensations you were giving him. “keep going,” he urged, his tone dripping with want. “i’m so close, ma.”

chris’ hips began to move faster, each thrust more urgent as his need to release overtook him. the rhythm was relentless, and you felt the intensity building with every movement. your eyes squeezed shut, tears prickling at the corners as your throat worked around him, earning a guttural groan that sent a shiver down your spine.

"fuck, baby... look at that," he rasped, his voice thick with awe and desperation. his hands moved from your hair, sliding beneath your neck to cradle it, his thumbs brushing tenderly over the bulge that formed in your throat each time he pushed deeper. the mix of his rough desire and gentle touch made your head spin, and the way his eyes darkened as he watched you rub over your clothed pussy.

“fuck, fuck, fuck," chris chanted, his voice breaking as his head fell back, every muscle in his body tightening as he teetered on the edge. his grip on your neck faltered for a moment, his fingers flexing as his hips bucked forward.

"i'm gonna come, baby," he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as a sharp hiss escaped his lips, the sound raw and desperate.

with a final thrust, his release hit, thick, hot ropes of cum spilling into your mouth. his body trembled above you, a low, guttural moan tearing from his throat as he struggled to catch his breath.

"shit, baby," he panted, opening his eyes as he slipped out your mouth, his chest heaving as he smirked. "you're fucking perfect." his thumb brushed against your swollen lips, his gaze locked on you as you swallowed every drop, sending another shiver through him.

[teapartyprincess4two]

On Stream- M. Sturniolo

pairing: gf!reader x bf!Matt

classification: fluff

warnings: use of y/n, short, slight cursing, some suggestive comments

summary: Matt mentions you on stream, causing the chat to go crazy.

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Nowadays it seems that Matt and Chris have an abnormal amount of free time.

The pair have spent the past few days running errands, catching up on chores, spending quality time together, and unwinding. But two energetic young men can only do so much relaxing before it becomes unbearably boring, especially without you and Nick around.

Nick’s somewhere across the globe, relishing in the perks of having good friends. He’s experiencing the world with a sense of individuality, having been apart from his triplet brothers for over a week.

Without Nick around the house is quiet and boring enough, but Chris and Matt can usually count on you to keep them company. But it seems that they see you less and less every day.

You aren’t somewhere far away, not physically at least, you’re just very, very busy. As you enter the fall semester, you’re juggling a multitude of responsibilities including school, work, your social life, and your relationship. But as you adjust to your crazy hectic schedule, you spend less time at home with Matt and more time nose deep in a book.

So, just as the brothers grow accustomed to the eerie silence that haunts the halls of their home and the boredom that settles into their everyday lives, they decide enough is enough and take up a new hobby. Streaming.

Today, as Matt anchors himself in his rolling chair, his eyes skim through the endless chats that flood his screen. Chris sits next to him, a vibrant and excited smile adorning his features.

This is their third consecutive day going live on Twitch. At first they went live to entertain and chat with their fans, but now they’re doing it to occupy their bored minds.

Chris’s eyes skim the chat, fixating on one message in particular. He subconsciously reads it aloud, “Is Y/n on tour with Nick? We miss her.”

After reading the comment, the chat was flooded with similar messages asking for you. Matt slumps into his chair, the mention of your name reminding him that it’s been a week since he’s seen you.

“Nah, she’s just busy with school right now,” Chris replies mindlessly, skimming for another comment to read.

A lot of the viewers noticed Matt’s mood shift. They noticed the way his eyes drooped and the way the corners of his mouth turned into a frown. They especially noticed the disassociated look he wore, mind traveling to a place only you could bring him out of.

“Matt,” Chris says, waving a hand in front of his brother’s face. No response. “Matt!” He tries again, louder this time. Matt still doesn’t respond, only coming back into reality when Chris violently shakes his shoulders.

“What, dude? What?!” Matt asks, annoyance evident in his tone.

“Your phone’s ringing.” Chris replies with an eye roll and a small scoff.

Suddenly the blaring ring registers in Matt’s mind as he pats his pockets in search of his phone. When he finally finds it, your name illuminated the screen.

“Who’s calling?” Chris asks, stretching out his neck in hopes of catching a nosy glimpse at the caller ID.

“Umm be right back chat. Y/n’s calling,” Matt says, words spewing out a mile a minute. He disappears from the room faster than ever, immediately pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.” Your voice is music to Matt’s ears. It feels like forever since he’s last heard it.

“Hey,” he murmurs, “everything okay?”

You hum in response, followed by a soft yawn.

“You sound tired. When are you coming home?” Matt asks, softly leaning against the wall. You’ve been at school all day stuck in lectures and studying, so Matt knows you need some well deserved rest.

“I’m on my way now. That’s why I called, wanted to see if you guys were hungry so I could pick up something to eat.”

The excitement that courses through Matt’s veins is unreal, winding him up with enough energy to last until tomorrow. He can’t wait to see you, hold you, kiss you, and make up for all the lost time.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he replies, pausing for a second to compose himself, “I just wanna see you.”

A warm smile graces your features and if Matt could see it he’d mirror your expression.

“I’ll be home soon don’t worry. How’s the stream going?”

“Huh?” For a second Matt forgot that he and his brother were live streaming for thousands of people.

“The stream. Aren’t you live with Chris right now?”

“Ohhh. It’s going… it’s going good.” Matt replies with a soft sigh.

Your smile is momentarily replaced with a frown. “It doesn’t sound like it’s going good. What’s wrong?”

Matt’s fingers pinch the bridge of his nose before gliding across his eyelids and massaging the tense nerves and muscles on his face. “It’s going fine. I just can’t focus. The chat keeps asking about you and it’s honestly making me really sad.”

A small chuckle escapes your lips. “Aww my poor baby. Can’t focus on Fortnite?”

“Not Fortnite.”

“Oops, sorry. Fall Guys?

“Y/n.” Matt warns, though he finds it slightly funny too.

“I’m joking, I’m joking. I’ll be home soon with some good food and open arms. We can cuddle and watch a movie, or do anything else you wanna do. Okay?”

Matt feels his spirit lighten up again, a cheeky smirk forming on his face. “Anything?”

“Don’t push it,” you laugh.

Just as Matt’s about to respond, he’s cut short by Chris calling his name from inside the room.

“Get back to your stream. I’ll be home soon, handsome.”

Matt’s lips form a silly pout you can’t even see as he replies, “But I wanna keep talking to you. Miss you so much.”

“MATT!” Chris calls again, this time much louder than the last.

“We’ll talk all you want when I get home. Now go! I have the stream pulled up on my computer and I think Chris is gonna start twerking,” you say, trying your best not to laugh.

“Holy fuck this kid,” Matt groans, face palming. “Alright baby, I love you. Drive safe.”

“I love you too,” you say through small giggles before hanging up.

When Matt renters the room, he’s not surprised to find Chris dancing for the camera. He pushes past him and settles back into his rolling chair wearing a huge, toothy smile.

“What did Y/n want?” Chris asks, briefly glancing at Matt as he switches from doing the griddy to shuffling across the room.

“Just asked if we were hungry,” Matt shrugs, attempting to act nonchalant, but there’s no hiding the newfound pep in his step.

“And it took you that long?”

“I was catching up with my girl. —Why the fuck are you still dancing?”

“Someone gifted,” Chris says, slightly breathless as he bops from corner to corner.

“Alright…” Matt shifts towards the computer, “What did I miss?”

He reads comments, expecting most of them to be about Chris and his absurd dancing skills, but he’s surprised to find that they’re all about you.

Some fans ask where you are, others ask what you’re doing, some speculate on the conversation you and Matt had, and others simply comment on how much happier Matt seems since talking to you.

All Matt can do is smile and patiently wait for you to arrive, ready to bombard you with kisses as soon as you step through the door.

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MASTERLIST

a/n: hi babies! Hope you enjoy this short oneshot! I know I haven’t updated or posted much in a longggg time but I honestly had writers block :P I’m trying to get into the habit of writing again, so bear with me pls. I have a lotttt of drafts (some that just need to be edited) so be expecting that soon! Luv you all 😚

- L.A.M.B🪽💝

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[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˶)

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⋆˚࿔ ౨ৎ ˚. ᵎᵎ @sirenedeslily @freshloveee

[submattenthusiast]

missionary sub!chris

euphoria was just seconds away, the bliss of chris's long and girthy dick stretching your walls deliciously. it was so close and so was he, the idea of him being on top made him excited, made the veins in his dick pop out. he wanted to fuck you so bad. it was cute, but never fully up to him. knees deep in the sheets, hands hugging your waist, eyes fixating on your pussy — chris was ready.

he gripped the base of his dick while guiding it along your lips, gathering arousal for easier access. your hands find his smooth hips as he lines himself up with your entrance, tip begging to be let in. with the help of your hands, he slips in perfectly, walls expanding from the breach. his efforts come to a halt as you hold him in place, stopping him from pushing further. legs locked and grip tight, he was stuck.

“no—no why're you stoppin' me" he whined, waist wriggling under your grasp. his lust filled eyes turned sad as he remained unable. unable to move, to thrust forward, to feel pleasure.  “please let me move j-jus need to feel you” you chuckle at his thirst, eyes twinkling at his sad ones. “you didn't think it was that easy did you?” you coo, fingers trailing his back up to the damp curls on his nape. cute whimpers leave his lips at the fondling, almost distracting him from the problem at hand. “aw it seems like you did chris... you know i like it when you beg” you smile, tugging at his sensitive roots.

sourness paints his pretty features, hope diminishing within mere seconds. his silence rang in your ears and showed you that he didn't really want it that bad. clenching around the head of him you try again, no verbalizations needed. “ah-please please let me in, let me fuck you please” he begged, body lurching forward to only be held up by your hold on his hair. a hum of approval escaped you but it still wasn't enough. he wasn't desperate enough. your eyebrows raise and his pout forms, silently realizing that he'd have to try harder. “ma- mama please please i need it need you” “ill do anything please just need't'move”

his tip throbbed inside you, the tight and closeness driving him and his dick insane. the red tint on his face matched the one spreading around the head, mixing in with the drops of precum that moisturized your aching hole. “please” he whispered, desperation showing fully with no room for shame. your muscle loosened at his final plea, relieving the tension on his dick. “good boy now fuck me like you've been begging for” you mock. a disheveled grunt left his drying mouth, your words bringing life back into his body. his almost limp dick jerked at the new movement, eager to fill you to the brim.

a chant of thank you's filled your ears repeatedly as he explored your gummy walls. tears fell from his shut eyes as he thrust into you not roughly but excitedly. your back arched from the big stretch, veins tattooing your insides. a beautifully synchronous moan echoed in the stuffy bedroom. your nails dug red crescents into his hips as your head jerked back into the pillows, messing up your hair perfectly. feeling full was better than just the tip, yes, but you love how pathetic he can get.

not proofread rahhhh sub!chris on top

[worldlxvlys]

control

dealer! chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smutttt, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, p in v, cream pie, cursing, oral (male + fem receiving), 69, drug use

summary: the effects of the weed that you and chris were smoking made you horny enough, but add his recent insta pictures into the mix ? any sense of self-control you had left your body and suddenly, all you could focus on was making him a trembling, whiny mess under you.

a/n: idea credits to my love @hearts4chriss <33

everything was hazy.

my red eyes drooped ever so lightly, eventually fluttering closed as i took a hit from the joint that chris and i were sharing.

the smoke floated around in the air while we spoke about whatever came to our minds, giving each other our full attention.

well, i was paying attention, just not to his words. i wanted to listen to what he had to say, but i couldn’t help but find myself fixating on everything else.

the way his tongue darted out every now and then, wetting his dried lips.

his cheeks, which were lightly dusted with a rosey tint to match the color of his lips.

his hair, strands messily sticking out in every direction, only adding to how good he looked.

the veins in his hand protruded from his skin as he dug into the ice cream he brought over for us, causing me to clear my throat as i attempted to regain my composure.

i watched as he shoveled the sweet dessert into his mouth, just before the half-melted treat could spill anywhere.

“and i was gonna ask you which pictures you think i should post today, but i ended up picking-”

"wait, you posted?” i asked, grabbing my phone from its place beside me on the bed.

my eyes widened slightly when i saw the pictures, he looked so good.

he always looked good, but these pictures in particular turned me on a little more than they should have.

“you’re joking, right ?” i asked, the words flying out of my mouth before i could stop them.

“what?” he asked confused.

the weed seemed to have taken any self-control that remained in my body, as i immediately straddled chris’s lap.

“you didn’t think you were gonna be able to post those pictures without getting your brains fucked out, did you?”

he stared up at me, mouth hanging open while his hands held onto my waist.

“i mean, i don’t-” his mouth opened and closed like a fish, while a jumbled mess of words fell from his mouth.

i hooked my fingers onto the waistband of his shorts, effectively shutting him up as he squirmed in anticipation.

i moved from my place on top of him, situating myself on my knees between his legs.

i pulled the fabric down slightly to reveal his happy trail, immediately adorning the newly exposed skin with kisses.

he let out a low whine at the feeling, hips bucking up into my face.

i quickly pushed his hips down, holding him steady as i ran my tongue along his skin.

“fuck” he sighed out, eyes falling shut as he swallowed harshly.

i could tell that the weed was affecting him, his sensitivity to my touch growing with every movement.

“lift” i told him as he followed my instructions, raising his hips while i pulled his shorts down.

i brought my hand to his clothed dick, which pressed against his boxers angrily.

i pressed a kiss to his crotch, eliciting a low whine from him.

“what do you want, chris?” i asked as i began to palm him.

“need your mouth” he moaned out.

“lay back, take off your boxers” i told him, watching as he eagerly did what i said.

when he was laid fully naked on the bed, i stripped for him.

i joined him on the bed, sitting behind him with my chest pressed to his back.

i wrapped my arms around his waist, my hand finding its way to his dick.

"i- fuck- i said my mouth” he groaned out as i collected the pre-cum that leaked out of his tip in my hand.

“you’ll get my mouth” i spoke as i squeezed his base, his hips jerking up in response, “when i feel like it”

he remained silent after that, only moans and whines leaving his mouth as i continued to move my hand up and down his length.

“does it feel good, chris?” i asked, whispering into his ear while i nibbled the lobe.

“fuck, yes. please don’t stop” he groaned, thrusting his hips up into my hand.

“tell me when you’re close, baby” i spoke before beginning to take the skin of his neck between my lips, sucking harshly.

i littered his neck with dark bruises while he continued to fuck himself against my hand.

“so eager, my love. but if you want to cum, you’ll have to slow down” i told him.

“n-no, please ! i need to cum so bad” he spoke, his pace remaining the same.

“chris. slow down” i spoke again, causing the pace of his hips to slow against my hand.

“there you go, is it so hard to listen?” i asked as he let out a groan.

“fuck” he whispered out as his veiny cock moved against my hand slowly.

“i’m close” he spoke, his breathing picking up.

before he was able to let go, however, i moved my hand away.

“shit” he whined as his cock twitched, but he was left unsatisfied.

“you don’t get to finish that easily, baby. you gotta work for it” i spoke, chuckling as he went to move his hand towards his dick.

i quickly grabbed his hand before he got the chance to touch himself, “keep your hands behind your back. i swear to god, if you move them i’ll tie your ass up” i spoke into his ear.

he did as i said, but never acknowledged that he heard me. i turned his face to look at me, tilting my head at him, “you got that?”

“yes” he whispered as he stared at my lips.

i wrapped my hand around his neck, bringing his face up to mine to pull him into a heated kiss.

he moaned into my lips, while our lips molded together.

“you ok?” i asked him, noticing the dazed look on his face.

“you’re such a freak” he smirked up to me.

“and you’re such a submissive bitch” i answered, letting go of his face and moving my hand back down to his length.

i circled my thumb around his tip, pushing it against the slit, making his hips jolt up into my hand.

“such a tease” he mumbled under his breath.

in one swift motion, i moved to his side and pulled his shoulders back to lay down.

i moved so that each of my legs were on either side of his body.

“you obviously need some help in shutting the hell up” i spoke before moving to sit on his face.

chris immediately hooked his hands around my thighs, working my pussy with his tongue.

i leaned forward, taking his dick into my hand and swirling my tongue around his tip.

he groaned into me, the vibrations intensifying my pleasure.

i moaned against him in response, making his noises increase in volume.

i took as much of him as i could, using my hand to stroke the parts of his member that my mouth couldn’t reach.

he pulled my lower body harder against his mouth, his tongue focusing on my clit while his nose nudged against my needy hole.

i focused on his tip, teasing it as much as i could with my tongue, causing him to push his hips up in need.

i could tell he was getting close, so i removed my mouth from him with an audible pop.

he let out a whine of disappointment, his hands loosening around my thighs.

“you wanna cum so bad? fine.” i spoke as i moved down his body, making my way between his legs.

he sat upright, watching wordlessly as i turned around to face him.

he stared up at me with his mouth hung open while i aligned him with my entrance, sinking down onto him.

his hands automatically flew up to my waist when he bottomed out, stopping me from moving.

“god, i could cum right now if you start moving” deciding to test his limits, i spoke “good” before beginning to move anyway.

“fuck- oh my god” he groaned out as he began to shake underneath me.

i knew his frustrations from his previously ruined orgasm were building up, but i didn’t think it’d actually make him finish so quickly.

“i can’t- holy shit” he shuddered as he shot his load into me.

i gave him a minute to regain his breath, his grip on my hips tightening slightly.

“i still- i wanna make you feel good. please let me fuck you” he begged.

“yeah? give it to me, baby” he lifted me up slightly before beginning to thrust his hips up into mine.

the feeling of his hot cum being fucked into me sent me into a frenzy, only making me wetter.

i could tell he was struggling, overworking his already spent muscles to make sure i felt good.

“you’re so good to me, chris. let me take care of you” i whispered down to him.

his thrusts came to a hault, allowing me to take over as i rocked my hips into his.

“fuck, yes. oh my god” he shakily moaned as his head fell onto my shoulder.

i brought my hand to his hair, raking my fingers through it slowly while i rolled my hips on top of him sensually.

“look so pretty like this, oh” his face scrunched up as he began to whimper under me, making me clench around him at the sound.

“fuck- i’m so sensitive” he spoke.

“i know, baby. can’t help it, love hearing those sounds you make” i breathed out.

“still feeling ok?" i asked.

he nodded his head at that, “yes, so close. can i cum?” he asked as his hands slid to my ass, groping and massaging the skin.

“wait for me, i’m almost there. can you hold it w little longer?” i asked, reaching between us to rub my clit.

“t-too much” he whined, his face scrunching up while a few tears fell down his face.

“take it, chris” i told him, wiping his tears away while he twitched inside of me.

his legs began to shake involuntarily, increasing the friction between us.

“fuck” his voice broke as he moaned out, eyes rolling back as he bit his lip.

“go ahead, chris. let go” i told him, his hips stuttering as his head flew back and he filled me up with his cum.

it wasn’t long before i finished on top of him, my release dripping out of me and onto his dick.

we took a minute to catch our breath, staying in the same position for a while.

“here, let’s get you cleaned up” i spoke, moving to get up when he stopped me.

“wait, can we just stay like this for a while?” he asked, his arms wrapping tighter around me.

“of course” i told him, wrapping my arms around his neck to hug his body close to mine.

“you ok?” i asked as i rubbed soothing circles into his back.

“when i’m with you? always” he spoke, placing a kiss to my shoulder.

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hello love, how are you? i hope you're okay, i was wondering if you could write to dealer!chris being jealous seeing innocent!bff!reader with another guy. love uuu 💕

they r kinda uneventful im sorry if this is boring. dont get me wrong, these two are usually more exciting :(

the music playing at the party seems to reverberate in your chest, making you feel every thump your heart makes. everyone is shouting, loud and raucous whoops making you ears hurt a little. baggies dotted with specks of white powder litter the floor, along with empty beer bottles and cans, red solo cups, and you even somehow stumbled into finding some girls bra as well.

you house a soda in your hand, nestled into chris' side as he does what he does. makes money, looking at a group of tipsy girls just the right way to swindle some more money from them. he's clicking his tongue against his teeth as he counts the crinkled bills, smoothing them out and lifting his hips up off the couch to stuff the momey into one of his back pockets.

with chris' arm loopes around your shoulder, he used the other to lift the red cap on his head to fix his hair before sliding it back on and scoping out the crowd of people. he spots some of your friends on the dance floor, a sly grin overtaking his face as his hand pats your shoulder a few times. he gestures to your friends with his chin and a subtle point of his finger, urging you to put yourself out there some more and participate in more shit other than sit by his side at these house parties.

your teeth bite at your lip, gnawing the skin off slowly as you hand your drink to chris. you don't really trust anyone else, and it would be good to actually get up and stuff. this is a party anyways, and you never really do much—just like chris had mentioned. and your friends are already waving you over, drunken smiles plastered on their face and bodies swaying to the beat of the music.

any anxiety melts into waves of comfort and a sort of happiness, letting familiar hands grasp yours and spin you around, shifting your body to the music that seems to rattle your bones. chris is watching every second, eyes fixated on you and only you when he isn't too busy with a buyer. he wants to make sure you don't do anything stupid—or, matter of fact he just doesn't want your friends to do anything stupid.

when chris is somewhat certain you won't accidentally sip someone else's drink or something, he turns his attention back to his own little business. girls are shoving bills into his hand, eager to get their grimy, manicured hands on just a few lines of coke or some pills. it's not exactly a good gig, but chris makes bank off it—so of course he isn't complaining. even as some girls stare at him smug, trying to weasel their way into his mind with bedroom eyes. 'i could always pay another way, hm?'

meanwhile, youre stumbling past sweaty bodies drenched in perfume and cologne to stand off to the side, your friends having drifted off somewhere else and out of your peripherals. you peek over heads and squint through the empty space of bodies, trying to even spot chris—and unable to. when you start shuffling back, mumbling a panicked 'sorry!' when some snobby girls shove past you with a stank eye, knocking your back into someone's chest.

chris is caught up with buyers and some of his friends who have sat at his side. he didn't care much about them, namely, only really giving a fuck when nate plops down beside him with a drink in his hand and a girl tucked beside him. chris offers him a pre roll, hips lifting up and his other hand reaching in his back pocket to fish out a lighter—offering that to nate as well. surprisingly, he hands the girl with him the pre roll, chris watching from the side of his eye how she lets it hang between her lips, nate clicking the lighter to life to give it a burn.

the lighter lands in chris' lap with a little toss, nate grinning at him before turning his attention back to the girl. chris doesn't say anything, ignoring the way his chest clenches at the sight of them. he never would've thought nate to be one to limit himself to one girl, but he looked happy. chris is shoving the lighter back into his pocket and handing a baggie of substance to some girl who just paid extra since she was new. he just crooks her a grin, winking and watching as she turns to her friends with a blush adorning her face.

you're sparking up a conversation with this guy youve just met. he's into some of the same things you are, and hes cute. your face is stretched into a bright smile, obviously stoked at the fact you get to ramble and yap about your interests without having a certain someone tell you in your ear constantly that 'you're annoying' or 'shut up'.

what you dont see is chris pushing people out of the way to stalk towards you, an unamused look etched into his features. his jaw tenses when he's within distance to hear you laugh and clutch at the guys shoulder for support, the two of you doubling over in giggles. and the thing is, chris can see the way youre practically bouncing up and down with joy, eyes lit up and lips moving a mile per second with how excited he can see you.

the sight makes his eye subconsciously twitch a little, teeth grinding together as he shoves a couple devouring each others faces off out of his way. he stands a little ways behind you, glowering and obviously in some form upset. but he doesn't exactly realize it's more so jealousy, envy even—you never look like that when talking to him.

the guy youve been acting so buddy buddy with notices his lingering presence first, the smile dropping on his face and in chain turning your own grin into a confused frown. chris is glaring, a scoff sounding under his breath as your 'friend' apologizes quickly and offers you a sweet smile that has chris' heart beating rather quickly. he's backing away, rushing off to his own group of friends.

and you're confused, a hand reaching out ready to grab his arm to stop him—but hes already gone. youre still vibrating head to toe with happiness that someone seems to have multiple of the same interests as you, only for your mood to shift a little when you feel the presence standing behind you. turning your head to meet chris' eyes and his hands fixing the hat on his head, you frown at him.

"what was that for? i was having a conversation," you start to argue, annoyance flooding your veins. but chris is clutching your wrist and tugging you away from the crowd back to his little sofa, and he hates the way you huff and try to shove yourself away from his grasp.

chris doesn't enjoy the feeling in his chest, two fingers reaching up from his free hand to prod at his chest over his hoodie, trying to relieve the suffocating feeling. it's not like your any much happier, genuinely wanting to get to know the guy. you should've asked for his number, nerves flooding your body and making you too anxious to do so—because what if he had said no?

chris' grip gets steadily tighter as he leads you back to your original spot, ignoring the way he would've probably beat that guy to a pulp if he had tried taking you out on a date or something. but he doesn't get it. he doesn't get why he even thinks like that, annoyance coursing through him at his own confusion. in some way, he understood the foreign feeling. he was jealous, simply. he disliked the look of you with anyone else, but why? why does he feel this way, because it's not even as if you two are together.

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[sagesturns]

Live Photo

Summary: Matt had never hated a live photo more, yet deep down, he knew he'd always love it to the core because it was something he could never fully let go of. Something he couldn’t erase, no matter how hard he tried.

Contains: angst

The party was loud. The bass of the music rumbled through Matt's chest, vibrating the couch he was slumped on. Lights flashed in chaotic patterns, streaks of red, blue, green, white—blinding him in every direction. The people around him seemed to disappear into the rhythm of the music, swaying and moving in sync, their voices rising and falling in a blur of laughter and shouts.

But he didn’t care.

Nick had vanished along with most of his friends out on the patio, and Chris was somewhere else with his own friends, gossiping about something which really did not concern Matt. The crowd was too much, too overwhelming, too loud. The air felt thick with sweat, the smell of cheap beer, and something else—something he couldn’t name. But it didn’t bother him. Not anymore.

He just released his body into the old sofa cushions, hugging the sleeves of his hoodie tighter as if it might save him from anything. He could still feel the vibration from the speakers under the floor, the pulse of the beat, but he wasn’t listening. He wasn’t there, not really.

It was all noise—just background to the silence inside his head.

He got his phone out of his pocket and idly scrolled around. Scrolling through social media, he briefly skimmed a couple of comments from his friends without engaging with any of their notifications, like annoying little electronic flies buzzing around his head. None of it interested him. The screen was just a way to distract himself from everything happening around him—and, more importantly, from everything happening inside of him.

He idly swiped the thumb over the app one by one until it reached the photo gallery.

It was instinct, a part of him that reached for the past without even thinking. He tapped it open.

At first, there were just random pictures—some blurry shots from parties, selfies with his brothers, a few candid moments with friends. But then, something stopped him.

A photo of you.

It was an old one. One from before everything had changed. A time when things felt… easier. The memory of it hit him in a way he wasn’t prepared for.

His chest tightened. He hadn't meant to stumble on it, hadn't meant to open it. But there it was. You were smiling—really smiling—in that picture. Your eyes were bright, like you were in on some private joke that only the two of you shared. Your laugh, captured in that moment, was so genuine, so alive. The strobe lights flashed in his peripheral vision, but they appeared out of reach, even unreal. The voices, the laughter, the wild beat of the party—all mellowed. He couldn’t even hear the music anymore. All sound was swallowed up by the vision of your smile, your face, the picture of pure joy, and it was almost impossible to take in.

He hadn’t realized how much he missed you—how much he’d been avoiding that feeling. He fixated on the photo, as if he was being choked by the lack of something he didn't know how to restore.

For a brief second it got stuck in a pause, his thumb touching the screen, hesitant. He wasn't willing to revisit that portion of his life. Not now. But the longer he stared at your face, the harder it was to look away. And when he swiped along the screen he, spontaneously, tapped on the photo.

And then it happened.

The photo blinked. The screen flickered. And the sound came back—your laugh. It wasn’t loud at first, just a soft giggle, like a memory drifting through the air. But then it grew. Clearer. Louder. Real.

It was as if he could also hear it, even now, even with the music at such great volume, your laugh felt like the loudest melancholy in the world. Just then, the world around him started to blur.

His breath caught in his throat. It was like hearing a ghost—like you were suddenly right there with him. It was a joke he hadn’t heard in ages and yet it seemed such a fresh, real, experience, as though to experience the heat of it.

The sound of it did something to his heart. Something sharp. Something heavy. His breath became caught, and he felt himself to be somberly holding his breath.

He looked back over the photo, experiencing the burn in his throat. The image was alive. You were so alive in it, your smile stretching wide, your eyes full of happiness, your face glowing with something so pure, so real. It was a snapshot in time, an almost forgotten memory.

And then, the sound of your laugh… it hit him like a wave.

It wasn’t just the sound of you laughing anymore. It was a force, almost overwhelming. The music from the party seemed to fade out completely, as if it couldn’t compete with it. The laughter filled the entire space around him, even though no one else could hear it. It was the loudest object in the world, as a sound effect of something so beautiful this was almost unbearable to recall.

He shut his eyes for a moment, and did his best to resist a feeling of lump in the pit of his stomach.

The laugh was so familiar, yet so foreign now. It felt like he’d forgotten how much it meant to hear it. Forgotten how it used to make his heart race, how it made everything feel lighter, simpler. Like everything was okay. Like you were okay.

The more he listened, the more his heart twisted.In that moment, everything he’d been avoiding—the regret, the guilt, the silence that had come after—suddenly rushed back to him. It was all so clear.

He missed you. More than he was ready to admit. More than he was willing to let himself feel.

The picture was still on his phone. The smile, the joy, the love that seemed to radiate from it. He almost didn’t want to look at it anymore. It was too much, too painful to see something so perfect, something so real, that was lost now. That was gone.

He sat for ages, thumb poised over the glass, the sound of laughter still ringing in his head, and the world kept going, ticking to a beat. But to him, it was all a blur.And as the sound of your laughter faded away, he knew he would never forget it. Never forget how it made him feel.

He just didn’t know how to get it back.

Word count: 1k

a/n: first matt angst. hope yall like ittt! tysmm for all the love on my recent fics, cant be more grateful, love you all <3

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[abysful]

Just you

Contains: Friends to lovers, Plot, Smut (Descriptions of Nudity, Sex on the beach, Skinny dipping)

Summary: You and your best friend Chris are left alone at a remote beach when jokes of skinny dipping manifest into reality, your physical bond finally reflecting your emotional bond.

Word count: 4k

“I can’t trust you to do shit Chris” Nick spits.

“I was gettin to it, holy shit” He defends.

“No he’s right, you always leave shit t’last minute” Matt chimes in uninvited to the conversation.

The plan wasn’t that difficult, get the AirBnb, then buy all of the food, games, and extra things that come with a one week vacation in Malibu.

Chris was in charge of booking the place all of you were going to stay, his taste was trustable, though his punctuality was the opposite.

Your large group of friends, around 8 or so people, agreed to clear all of your schedules for the week so you could enjoy the hottest days of the year right by the beach.

It was now Saturday, the day before you were all set to leave and Nick peered over Chris’ shoulder to see him scrolling on the familiar rental app. When his suspicions were confirmed with a smile via Chris himself, he immediately blew up in front of everyone.

“You haven’t picked a place yet Chris? You said it was a fucking surprise and that was why we couldn’t see the photos, I have no idea how I believed you of all people.” Nick screamed.

“I didn’t know everything was gonna be booked” he yelled back. “Ion know I thought we were gonna get a deal cause people cancel last minute” he mumbled under his breath.

The brothers were at each others throats for what felt like forever, your friends sat back on the couch. Rather than watching the train wreck like everyone else was doing, you decided to take matters into your own hands and look for a place to vacation last minute since it seemed like you were very close to going no where in a minute.

The normal getaway home apps had absolutely nothing that could be reserved within a days notice so you took a chance on a dangerously prehistoric website, mostly for shits and giggles, but a sliver of hope still remained in you. You click on Safari and type in C-R-A-I-G-S-L-I-S-T and look up Malibu rentals. Your eyebrows visibly raise in amusement though nobody’s looking at you currently, every other soul in the room was fixated on the growing animosity between Nick and Chris. Hoping to shut them up, you chime in.

“Don’t call yourself mature because you’re fucki-” Nick blurts before you butt into the conversation.

“Guys shut the fuck up I found a place that we can book for tomorrow… actually two, so we have options” you chirp, praying to god that something can liven up the mood in the room.

“No y/n I checked like everything on Airbnb theres nothin” Chris briefly turned his head to you in attempts to to pull you back down to earth.

“I found it on Craigslist fuckface” you say, now understanding Nick’s quickness to temper when it came to him.

The room quieted briefly, you felt slightly embarrassed but buried it down once you reminded yourself that you were the only one with a real solution beyond just yelling.

Your attitude veered from insecurity to self assurance before you broke the silence to justify your judgment.

“I mean does anyone else have any suggestions?” You rhetorically ask, leaving mere seconds before you reply to your own question “Right.”.

Matt chirps up from his quiet corner of observation “It’s not a bad idea t’s just not a safe one either”.

Your neck jolted backwards and you made a face of confusion to loudly express your disposition to his comment.

“There’s like… 20 of us Matt” you exaggerate to get your point further across.

The shiny new idea of yours was meant to bring the atmosphere back to peaceful but all it did was band your group of friends into two teams, those in favour and those not.

The room rearranged itself, half of the people in the room standing by one wall yelling at the other half who were sat on the couch, a physical divide mirroring the mental one. You had been arguing back and forth like two fighting sides in battle, both stances having fair points, in the end Chris being the loudest and being in alliance with you, the nay sayers gave in and the consensus was that the vacation would progress.

“Like the Craigslist killer wasn’t a thing” Nick sarcastically remarks as a final declaration of disagreement while you pull up the website on his MacBook so there’s a bigger screen for everyone to view .

“You’ve literally never seen that movie idiot” Chris snaps to get the last word. Everyone’s overlapping chatter simmers to a calm as you pull up the first option of the two villas.

The home was spacious, three floors and 6 bedrooms, the design was modern with marble floorings and a greyscale colour scheme. Everyone exchanged looks of decent satisfaction, shrugging amongst each other, the next photo was of the beach, it was wedged in between two bigger beachside mansions. Privacy wasn’t a necessity but all of you had tendencies of being loud when you get comfortable.

“I mean t’s alright” Matt muttered, not wanting to sound too enthusiastic out of pettiness.

You slowly turn your head upward and behind you to glare at him annoyed before returning your focus to the screen ahead.

Switching to the next tab, the second house of choice was much warmer looking with wood paneling on the floors, and a beachy themed interior, it had 5 rooms but the living room walls facing the water were floor to ceiling windows.

Everyone in the room seemed to be on the same page, the shared admiration for house number two was confirmed when the final picture was shown. It was a cute private beach, no houses visibly surrounding it, and a large patio leading outback to the water. The price was steep but you and just about the rest of your friends had your hearts set on it.

“I still don’t know guys, it might not be legit” Nick restates, this time sounding more concerned than disdained.

“I mean if I message him right now I can go check it out before we book it” you suggested. Nick simply jerked his head in the direction of the computer alluding to his agreement.

You messaged the man who posted the ad and got a respond within the hour. Messages and negotiations back and forth resulted in the arrangement of someone from your ‘party’ meeting with the home owner to pick up the keys, go view the house, and then decide. To your fortune, the man was too caught up to accompany you to the villa and was surprisingly trusting as far as you could tell from the short conversation.

“He said meet him in WeHo to grab the keys” you announce as you make your way towards the door to grab your car keys.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Chris sternly asks, not actually wanting an answer. “Y’not going to meet some weird old guy off Craigslist by yourself that’s exactly why they didn’t wanna do this” he continued.

“Okay? We gotta get the keys somehow. What the fuck else am I supposed to do” you huffed.

“I’m coming with you” he replied, walking past you before you had a chance to rebuttal.

The trip was what the usual car ride with Chris looked like; stupid story times, nudges and slaps paired with nonstop laughter, and lots of music. The few meaningful years of friendship with Chris allowed a strong sense of comfort between the two of you to build, there wasn’t much you wouldn’t tell him, nor were there any jokes that felt too far. It was that security that brought you two closer every day.

Once you reached the café that the man had arranged for you to meet at, you and Chris agreed that the best plan of action would be for you to go meet the guy as you were better at talking to adults, and Chris would keep a close eye from his passenger seat in the car.

Unexpectedly, the home owner didn’t seem to care much to talk, he confirmed your identity, informed you how you could send him the money once you made your decision, and hurried to whatever it was that demanded his presence.

“That was quick” Chris spoke once you hopped back into the drivers side.

“I’ll be honest I don’t think that dude gives a single fuck” you chuckled before starting the car.

“Are we picking up everyone now or do we check it out for ourselves first?” You shot him a menacing smirk. All he replied with was an even wider grin than yours, and to that, you were speeding on the highway to Malibu.

This time nearly the entire ride was windows down, music so loud you felt it vibrate your seats, and screaming lyrics at one another. Any and every genre had its turn, the genuine euphoria from each others company made the long journey feel like a 5 minute joyride.

The car pulled into the 4 car gravel driveway and both you took less than a second to fly out of your seats and gun it to the door. Chris slid the keys into the door and clicked the lock open, once the door was unlocked, you both shot your heads to look at one another before flinging the door open in excitement.

Running through the house like mindless little kids, you and Chris swerved through each and every room turning on lights and opening drawers for no apparent reason. The kitchen was bright and airy which contrasted the amiable and cozy rooms, once the entire area and perimeter of the property was properly scoped out by you both, there was only one more thing to assess; the beach.

The wooden patio, adorned with floral printed lazy chairs and glass side tables, led out to the undisturbed sand and vibrant water.

Chris stepped off of the stairs in front of you as you followed closely behind before placing the largest towel he could find onto the sand below. In that moment there was no need to speak, the sound of the waves sweeping the ocean floor, reaching up to kiss the shore, hummed in your ears.

Without exchanging words or looks, you and Chris sat on the sand, with your legs crossed and fixed your eyes on the horizon. Your long day of planning and travelling was rewarded with a stunning sight of the sun nearing its set, while you sat next to the only person you’d want to experience such a glorious scene with.

Many minutes passed you by before you spoke up.

“So should I pay the guy now” your boring and serious topic change meant to serve as a joke, and as he always did, Chris let out a laugh.

“Nah, if we leave our phones inside, it’s like nobody else exists” Chris replies.

You roll your eyes at his cringe and out of place ‘deep thought’.

“Shut up” you laugh.

Chris laughs too, another few moments of silence fall until he blurts out “How much money would it take for you to go skinny dipping”.

You reply swiftly “Ion know like a hundred maybe”.

“That’s it?” Chris very loudly exclaims.

“Okay maybe like a Wendy’s meal too?” You begin to wonder if you misunderstood his question.

“Y/n you’re telling me you would be fully naked in front of a stranger for a hundred bucks? Like… not even a band?” He asks in disbelief.

“Who said a stranger? what the fuck?” You snap your head to look at him. “Are you talking about streaking?” you ask.

“Oh- y’know what” he squeezes his eyes shut and smiles before starting up again “I might be confused”.

“Ya think.” Your head swivels back to the body of water in front of you. “If we’re talking just you, skinny dipping isn’t that crazy, plus you’d be naked too so it’s not that embarrassing” you mutter.

He looks at you trying to raise one eyebrow even though he physically can’t. “Pause” he scoffs.

You return a look of annoyance “Don’t act like it’s weird, how much money for you to go skinny dipping” you redirect his question back at him.

“What? Right now?” He asks as his eyes stay locked with yours. You shrug, not wanting to come across as if you’re asking for him to drop everything and get naked in that very moment.

“Pfft like 5 bucks” he shrugs back.

“Oh but you wanna say pause to me?” You raise your voice an octave.

He gives you a laugh before switching his answer “I’d do it for fun and for free actually” .

You figure he’s bluffing as always, Chris says a lot of out of pocket shit but he’s never been known to go through with any of his insane claims.

You stand suddenly, grabbing his upper arm yanking him up with you, wanting to have the satisfaction of him admitting he’s lying. Once he’s on his feet you cunningly say “No balls”.

Chris takes one look at you and starts rapidly clinging his shirt off, your feet stay adhered to the floor beneath you, waiting for him to say he’s just kidding.

Once Chris is in nothing but his boxers, he returns his gaze to your face “That means you too doesn’t it?” .

You were speechless, the unserious aspect of your friendly conversation had washed away and you began to realize the gravity of your ‘dare’.

“You’re actually insane” was all you could come up with as your body was fighting an uncontrollable feeling simmering within it.

“I’m doing this for free, you’d be getting $100 and a Wendy’s meal” he joked, not standing down.

You squinted at him and open-mouth smiled, Chris smiled back and before you knew it you were flinging off your shirt and laughing under your breath.

Your fingertips felt like small rods of fire, every time they hit your skin your soul returned to your body. The beating of your heart was nearly as bad as the dryness in your throat which was contending with the typhoon in your stomach. Through all of the overwhelming sensations shooting through your body, all you could do was laugh.

Once you were in your bra and underwear, you liked at Chris who was waiting for you to breach the only barrier stopping you both from seeing the most intimate and personal parts of each other.

While looking directly at Chris, your arm snaked up your back to unclasp the notches of your top. Still not knowing if the interaction was platonic and lighthearted or heavy and sexually charged, Chris respectfully turned his head back to the sea. You could see him bend down to throw off his last article of clothing alongside you as you did the same.

Before anyone had time to speak, the adrenaline coursing its way through your veins provoked you to run for the water. You could hear his feet hitting the sand as he ran not too far behind you, your arms crossing over your chest to cover what you were able to.

In that moment all of the fear and nervousness dissipated and you were just running and laughing with your best friend. Him bring faster than you, you were no longer leading as he was running right beside you, holding his hands over his groin.

The feeling of the cool water hit the pads of your feet though your speed didn’t falter, each of your legs kicked the waves as the sea level raised up from your ankles, to your calves, then knees.

Once both of your bottom halves were somewhat concealed by the water, Chris retracted his grip from his bits, rather than keeping your hands on yours, you crouched under the surface so your tits weren’t out on full display. Now covered enough and coasting a foot apart, you both finally built up the courage to look at each other.

Panting and smiling, Chris closed his eyes and dunked his head beneath the water to wet his hair before shooting back up.

In between laughs you let out a few words “That wasn’t so bad” the current causing you to both float up and down as you tried to stay planted in one spot.

“I’m fucking freezing” Chris discloses.

“This was your idea” you tease. Rather than contesting, Chris just splashes water at you.

The chilly air from the absence of high sun leaves your nipples hard and sensitive, feeling the cold sensation more with every ripple of water. An orange hue glossed over your shoulder and collarbone from the saturated sun set hovering over your heads.

Chris lost the restraint to lock his gaze on your eyes, you watched as his focus showered whatever parts of you remained above the ocean.

As you bobbed up and down, you slowly made your way closer to your ‘friend’, you were almost certain that you were wetter than the body of water that held you.

“Y’don’t gotta like… hide” Chris sweetly hums as his eyes find yours once more.

You looked up and nodded slowly as your hands reached to grasp his arms while you rose up from the half seated position that once shielded your body. Shining in what was left of the bright sun as it descended into the edges of the water, your wet tits grabbed Chris’ attention immediately.

You didn’t let him enjoy the sight for too long before your arms slid up to the sides of his clenched jaw, you softly cradled his face to yours before placing a gentle kiss on his rosey lips. Chris kissed you back for a moment before smiling into the kiss.

“What?” You speak while you mouths are still semi connected. He doesn’t answer with words, rather he resumes the kiss, this time less gentle and more hungry but still as sentimental and intimate as before. His arms extended to wrap around your bare ass still under the aquamarine waters, the familiarity of his hands now felt foreign as they travel to places they’ve never been before.

His plump bottom lip had enticed you since before you could remember, instinctively as your tongues explored each other’s mouths, your teeth tenderly bit down on it, pulling it back towards you slightly.

He let out a soft moan into your lips before pulling away from your face “Fuck” he smiled as he admired every perimeter of your face.

You hands fell down to his chest feeling it rise and fall rapidly.

“Fuck I need you so bad” he whispers.

Your arms wrap around his neck immediately after he says that, Chris grabs your outer thighs as you jump up, legs winding around his hips to his back, Chris’ cock just under you sticking straight out. He carries you to the shore, fighting the waves pulling his legs in the opposite direction. His deprived dick rubbing against your ass as you held on tight.

“You gotta hit the gym” you mock as he struggles to carry you while battling the strong waters.

He’s about to rebuttal but you shut him up by placing your lips on his neck and kissing and sucking softly as he lifts you to the sand.

Once you’re out of the water Chris immediately places you on your feet back where the entire ordeal started. Still standing you kiss him once more grabbing hold of the nape of his neck as his hands rest on your hips.

One of your hands find their way down to his pulsing dick, taking hold of it and stroking it. Chris pauses the kiss to drop his head into your shoulder, your palm grazes and circles his tip, his breath growing heavy against your chest. Knowing Chris’ pleasure as at your mercy only added to the burning heat between your legs, with each stroke he grew weaker under your touch and his hums and groans got louder.

Between the sounds coming from his mouth and the feeling of his skin pressed up on yours, the pressure within you was begging to be released. As you slid your hand up and around his shaft, you squirmed and squeezed your legs together.

Chris took notice of this and grabbed your wrist to get you off of him.

“Get on the towel” he demanded and you did just that.

Laying on your back, Chris moved in sync with you, hovering closely, lips ghosting over yours. Chris slid his finger through your slick opening before bringing his digits back up to his mouth. He looked down as his dick as he dragged it over your hole a few times making you shutter at the contact, you hands reach up to his back, clawing at his shoulders.

“Chris” you breathe out.

“Tell me what you want” he hums.

“Fuck… fuck me” you plead as he smiles down at you.

He shoves his cock slowly into you, savouring every inch it goes deeper. He looks up from the scene below him, fixated on your face, making sure you’re feeling good.

“You okay?” He questions, you nod.

He eases into you more, until he’s all the way in, asking for reassurance throughout all of it.

“S’that good?” He asks as he places kisses on your neck. “Fuck your so tight”.

As he talks you through it, all you’re able to do is nod and give him moans of gratitude. His thrusts pick up in pace but never once feel rough, your legs wrap around his torso. One of his arms is bent at the elbow, resting above your shoulder for support as the other trials down to your needy clit, every touch making your muscles melt. The sound of your bodies clashing against each other over take the loudness of the waves and the volume of your moans increase as tour orgasm nears.

“F-Fuck Chris” you whimper, giving him all the more fuel to keep going.

His kisses in harmony with the gentle circles he draws around your pulsing bud was more than what you needed to spill over. Squeezing your legs tighter and scratching the blades of his shoulders, you cum all over his dick, you was twitch around him. The sensation of your pussy tightening over and over causes him to release along with you, thrusting through his high, your moans subside and everything comes to a slow.

Rather than pulling off of you, Chris flips you around as he lays on his back, he takes you by your waist and guides you to lay skin to skin. For a while, time stopped, the ocean sang, and your breathing matched his. The sky dimmed to a blue as the darkness of night reminded you where you were meant to be.

“We’re gonna have to go back” you hush under your breath.

“Shh, this is our beach for now” he mumbles, the next however many minutes are spent just like this, feeling as though nobody else matters or exists but the two of you.

Of course, that’s until you have to go back, stopping for Wendy’s on your way.

TAGLIST: @hjvi @theyluvivi @sturniolosrtewsexy @chrepsi @soplaap @mylittled0ve @sturnsfavxo @tezzzzzzzz

[minminyoonjii]

Thinking about having a movie night with Chan and you laying on the couch with your head in his lap, he's bored with the movie but sees that you seem to be into it but after a while he gets annoyed so he starts fingering you while keeping you on the you back on the couch and uses his other hand to let your hair before getting bored and pulling your hoodie up playing with your tits and still fingering you

-🖤🐺 wolfy

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🕯Summary: All you wanted to do want watch a movie. You warned him, you told him it was slow. It's all his fault that his cock took over his brain.

🌹CW

Oral Sex|Squirting|Multiple Orgasms|Oral Fixation|BlowJob|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Fingering|Dirty Talk|Daddy! Bang Chan|Headspace|Degrading Praise Kink|Hand Job|Desperate Orgasm|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.3K

"Channie, hurry the movie is about to start," you said, patting the seat next to you. Chan chuckled, "Okay, okay. I'm coming, princess," he said, pulling you close. You nuzzled into his chest, engrossed in the movie, "Are you sure you wouldn't get bored with this? I know it's a bit of a slow burn," you said, tracing over his clothed abs. He kissed the top of your head, "You seem to forget that I'd do anything for you," he reassured, stroking your hair. "Thank you," you whispered, flustered by his honey-dipped words. 

Chan cooed, loving the domestic feeling warming his chest. "Don't mind me, alright? Just pay attention to the movie," he said, shifting your head onto his lap. You squirmed, getting comfortable with your head on his thigh. Chan rested his hand on your hair, fingers running through them as he mindlessly zoned into the movie. You were right about the movie being a slow burn. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, trying to keep up with the storyline but to no avail. 

He sighed through his nose, hiding his disdain when he noticed your focused expression. His mind started to wonder, the feeling of your cheek pressed against his firm thighs, the way your hair looked so adorable framing your pretty face. Chan smiled, tucking your hair back, to have a good look at your gorgeous side profile. "Such a pretty girl," he whispered, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek. He tilted his head back, a smirk etched on his lips, "You can't be serious Chris," he whispered, in disbelief at how turned on you made him feel. 

Chan gulped, subtly moving his hand from your waist to your hips. You shivered, feeling ticklish at the gesture. Chan bit back a moan, trailing his hand towards your bare legs. He smirked, feeling only your cutesy panties covering your cunt. "You're going to kill me one day, princess," he said, patting your head with his other hand. You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him, "Huh?" you asked, confused by his sudden declaration. Chan chuckled, shaking his head, "Just pay attention to the movie," he said, gently tugging down your panties. 

"But," you mumbled, shivering at the chill air hitting your warm skin. "But nothing, princess. Daddy's just going to take his fill, okay? Watch the movie for me, hm?" he coaxed, stroking your cheek. You melted into his touch, relaxing back into his hold. Chan cooed, "That's my good girl," he praised, cupping your drippy pussy. You rolled your hips, rutting on his palm. "Now, now. Did Daddy say you could do that, princess," he chastised, lightly smacking your inner thighs. 

Your body jolted, "I'm sorry, Daddy," you whispered, focusing your attention back on the movie, ignoring the throbbing need in your abdomen. Chan chuckled, "It's okay, princess. Daddy knows your needy little body couldn't help it," he purred, easing a finger into your warm walls. You bit your bottom lip, trying your hardest not to clench. Chan noticed, slipping his thumb between your lips, "Suck," he instructed, pressing down on your tongue. You hummed, sucking on his finger earnestly, drool dripping down the corners of your lips.  

"My good girl, all mine aren't you?" he asked, easing another finger in, scissoring your tight hole. Whimpers spilt from your lips, tears brimming your eyes from the pleasure burning under your skin. "That's it, pretty girl, can you hear that?" he teased, plunging his fingers in and out of your squelching cunt. You hiccuped, rolling on your back for easier access. Chan grunted, curling his fingers upwards to press against those sensitive nerves of yours, "Such a well-trained girl," he praised, rubbing circles around your neglected clit. 

You bucked your hips, head clouded with arousal, "Daddy," you mumbled, looking up at him with a fucked-out look. Chan growled, clenching his jaw, "Fuck, princess. If only daddy could make your pretty face his wallpaper," he rasped, quickening his thrusts. You moaned around his finger, eyes rolling back at the thought. He laughed, feeling your ribbed walls clench around his fingers, "Oh, you'd like that, yeah? Like being daddy's display slut," he mocked, pulling out his fingers to flick your throbbing clit. 

A muffled cry echoed within the room, your legs quivering from his precise touches. Chan hissed, cock aching beneath his loose sweatpants, "Wouldn't you like something bigger to suck on, princess?" he asked, tugging down the hem off his sweatpants till his precum pooled cockhead slapped against his torso. "Please, please," you pleaded, keeping your hands to yourself in fear of touching without permission. Chan groaned, lightly smacking your clit as he wrapped his hand around his cock. 

You whimpered, "Da-daddy, please," you hiccuped, slipping between headspaces. "Aww, my pretty princess. Daddy's got you, yeah?" he growled, manhandling you on your side. "Open wide," he instructed, pushing his girthy cock past your lips. You whined, eyes crossing at the sheer stretch of his cock filling your throat. Chan groaned, holding the back of your head as he bottomed out. You preened, melting into the pure sexual bliss. 

Chan hissed, tensing his thighs when you swallowed around his cockhead, "Shit, your mouth feels so good," he rasped, rubbing your pulsing clit. Your body trembled, so close to the edge and Chan knew that very well. "I know, princess. Daddy knows," he cooed, slipping his fingers back into your stretched-out cunt in tandem with his thumb rubbing your clit. A broken cry vibrated up your throat when your orgasm snapped. 

Chan growled, pumping his fingers at a relentless pace, "Fuck, fuck. That's it," he gruffed. You sobbed, choking around his cock. Tears and drool soaked his sweatpants. Chan tossed his head back, huffing out heavy breaths, "My perfect little girl," he grunted, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. He eased his cock out of your mouth, letting you take a breather. You sat up, coughing when the air finally entered your lungs properly. 

Chan cooed, "Lay back down, princess. Daddy still hasn't cum yet. Don't you want to help him cum?" he asked, wiping your messy face. You sniffled, laying back down on his thigh, "Wan' help Daddy," you slurred, sucking the base of his cock. Chan hissed, petting your hair, "You can always say your safeword, okay?" he said, slightly worried about taking things too far. You nodded, licking a stripe up towards his frenulum. He groaned, pushing his hands up your hoodie, "Thank you, princess," he grunted, groping your chest between his fingers. 

You stroked the tip of his cock as your mouth sucked and licked around the base. Chan growled, using his free hand to graze your sensitive cunt, "You're going to cum with daddy, yeah? Daddy's good girl," he moaned, instantly pumping your hole with his fingers. Your body tensed, babbles bubbling against your tongue. Chan grunted, knowing it wouldn't take you long to get as close as he is, "Keep stroking, princess," he groaned, shutting his eyes tight, succumbing to the feeling of your breath and hands around his cock. 

You hiccuped, clenching hard around his fingers, "Daddy," you keened, arching your back. "Cum with daddy, princess," he gasped, bucking his hips when your ribbed walls squeezed hard. You wailed, digging your nails into his inner thighs, squirting around his arm. Chan huffed, staring at your cum covered lips, "Messy messy girl," he chuckled, booping your nose. You gulped, exhaustion surrounding your aching body, "Tis' is your fault," you slurred, sulking at his cocky smirk. Chan smiled, lifting you, "Yes, yes, princess. It's all daddy's fault, hm?" he said, rubbing your back. You nodded, "Ahm, horny daddy's fault," you mumbled, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Chan chuckled, "It definitely is, princess," he hummed, preparing a bath for the both of you.

[gilbertscurls]

Consume ➵ Matt Sturniolo

synopsis: you finds yourself at a crowded party, but your mind is fixated on matt, the steady presence in your life who's recently stirred unfamiliar feelings within you.

The music pulsed through the crowded room, the bass reverberating in your chest as you weaved your way through the party. Neon lights flickered above, casting everyone in a hazy glow of reds and blues. You spotted Matt leaning against the bar, his head tilted back slightly as he took a long sip of his drink. His dark hair fell messily across his forehead, and his signature cool, effortless demeanor was as present as ever.

You weren’t sure when it had started—this unshakable pull toward him. He was always a constant in her life, the steady friend, the one who never let emotions show too clearly. But recently, every time you were in the same room, it was like a magnetic force pulled you closer, making your stomach twist with a kind of nervous energy you weren’t used to.

And now, with the low lights casting shadows across his sharp features and his black jacket hugging his frame just right, that pull was undeniable. You couldn’t help it. You were drawn to him, maybe even consumed by him.

“Y/N!” a voice called out from behind you, snapping you from your daze. You turned to see Chris and Nick waving her over.

“Hey guys,” you greeted, though your eyes flickered back to Matt. Chris followed your gaze, smirking.

“Can’t stop staring at our boy, huh?” Chris teased, nudging your shoulder. “I see the way you look at him.”

You shot him a warning glance, your face growing hot. “Shut up.”

Nick raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He always knew when to stay out of things. But Chris? Not so much.

Before you could say anything else, Chris gave you a knowing grin and strolled toward the bar, Nick trailing behind him. That left you standing awkwardly a few feet away from Matt, your heart pounding harder than it should have been. You were about to walk over when, suddenly, he turned and met your gaze.

The air between you seemed to thicken instantly, the noise of the party fading to a distant hum. His dark eyes held yours, steady and unreadable, but something in his expression flickered. He motioned you over, and without thinking, you obeyed, your feet carrying you to him before your brain could catch up.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low, almost drowned out by the music. “You good?”

You nodded, though you didn’t feel good. You felt out of control, your body reacting to his presence in ways that made you feel dizzy. You caught the slight downturn of his lips, a look of concern flashing across his face.

“You seem… Off tonight.”

You wanted to laugh at that. Off? If only he knew. You were so far from “off,” you didn’t know how to describe it. Instead of explaining yourself, though, you shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”

He nodded, his gaze never leaving yours, and you could feel the weight of his attention. It was suffocating but also addictive, like you couldn’t get enough. Before you realized what was happening, Matt set his drink down and leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper in your ear.

“Come outside with me.”

It wasn’t a question, more like a statement, and you didn’t hesitate to follow him as he made his way through the crowd. You both stepped out into the crisp night air, the streetlights casting long shadows across the sidewalk. The party still raged inside, but out here, it was just the two of you.

Matt turned to face you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you just stood there, the city lights glowing softly around you. You crossed your arms, suddenly feeling the chill, but it wasn’t the cold that made you shiver.

“Y/N…” His voice was soft now, almost hesitant. He reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and the simple touch sent a shock through your system. “You don’t have to act like nothing’s going on. I see it.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “See what?”

He stepped closer, his hand lingering near your cheek. “This… Thing between us.”

You opened her mouth to respond, but the words got stuck in your throat. Of course, he’d noticed. How could he not? It had been building for months, this undeniable tension, this pull that had you thinking about him constantly.

“You can feel it too, right?” His voice was low, his eyes locked on yours, and the intensity in his gaze was overwhelming.

You nodded, unable to deny it anymore.

He closed the distance between them, his hand now cupping your cheek. “It’s been driving me crazy,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Every time I see you…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t have to. You knew exactly what he meant because you felt it too—the constant, maddening thoughts of him that had been consuming you for weeks.

Before you could respond, Matt’s lips brushed against yours, softly at first, almost like he was testing the waters. But when you didn’t pull away, the kiss deepened, his hands slipping around your waist and pulling you closer.

It was intoxicating, the way his touch sent sparks through you, the way the world seemed to fall away. You kissed him back with a kind of urgency that surprised you, like you’d been waiting for this moment for far too long.

But as much as you wanted this, as much as you craved him, there was a part of you that knew this was dangerous. There was something dark about it, something that felt like it would consume you if you let it.

You broke the kiss, stepping back slightly, your breathing ragged. “Matt…”

“I know,” he said, his voice rough, his eyes still filled with that same burning intensity. “I know this is complicated.”

“Complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it,” you whispered, your heart racing. “What if… What if we ruin everything?”

He stared at you for a long moment, his expression softening. “Maybe we will,” he admitted. “But maybe… Maybe it’s worth it.”

You hesitated, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. This was Matt—your steady, reliable Matt. But the way he was looking at you now, the way he had kissed you, it felt different. Dangerous. Like stepping off a cliff and not knowing where you would land.

But maybe, just maybe, you didn’t care.

You reached for him again, pulling him back into your arms. If this was going to consume you, you might as well fall headfirst into it.

And as his lips met yours again, all thoughts of caution melted away, leaving nothing but the raw, electric energy between you.

tag list: @stuwniolo, @sturnobsessedwh0re, @matts-myloverboy, @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut, @lizzymacdonald06, @asherrisrandom

[kaciidubs]

sooo....i have returned with more crazy shit 😋

i dunno if you read,write,or like tarophilia or whatever its called. its like monster sex basically or just fairlytale sex in general i think.

but anyway i wanted to ask for alien!jisung with human!fem!reader? like a ship crashed into the forest next to readers home in the forest so she went to check it out. when she looked it was an alien boy. brown curly hair with black glasses perched on their nose with a stripped sweater and black sweatpants. she felt bad for him because he was bleeding from his head. she took him in and helped his wounds. after waiting he woke up. they talked since he asked what happened and ended up being friends (kind of)

after months of being friends then best friends, they got together. they were happy and reader liked her alien boyfriend. and jisung liked his human girlfriend. a bit later into the relationship they realized they never had sex. just making out and grinding. no more than that. but one day jisung wanted to eat out reader. she let him of course and when the sweet taste of her cunt hits his tongue he lost it. he went tongue deep into her tight hole. purple tongue trying to find the source of the sweet treat. while reader whimpered and whined about it being too much and telling him to slow down. clenching hard around his tounge. after hours of being down there and reader once again whining about it being too much and no more, he says "jus' one more baby. ill stop after yeah?" before going back tongue deep into her with his pale purple tongue. (he ends up being down there for another hour :])

(p.s. if you dont like this type of stuff it’s totally fine! i was half asleep doing this so dont feel bad and do it anyway since its long :] if you couldnt tell i have a oral fixation ˙𐃷˙)

-🪼

My darling jellyfish nonnie, I love this thought so much - also, I'm 100% a monster fucker [as shown by my Naga! Minho spooktober fic, plus the fact that I'd go on all fours for Werewolf! Chris in a heartbeat] so Alien! Jisung is right up my alley!!

I don't even know how I could expand on this other than sharing more horny-ish thoughts about it; like the fact that not only is his tongue purple, but it's long and he seems to produce more saliva than necessary - since, you know, he's an alien and all.

How the first time reader found that she had more than platonic feelings for Alien! Jisung, was when he discovered the joy of cheesecake and whipped cream - the pure joy that illuminated his face after the first bite, followed by the ecstasy after he finished his piece and looked at her with round eyes that begged for more.

Perhaps their first kiss, how it came about after watching Howl's Moving Castle [or, rewatching it, in her case] - the credits hadn't been running for more than two seconds before Jisung's face came into view and his lips were on hers. It didn't last long, and it was obvious that he didn't fully understand the connotation behind kissing when you questioned his very sudden, but not unwelcome, move. "Happy!" He'd reply, as small, fluttering chirping noises emanated from him - a sound she'd grown familiar with to understand it was something that occurred when he was, indeed, happy.

And then, it was when those timid, innocent touches of a curious first, actual, kiss turned into chasing that feeling of desire and need - the moment where best friends and something more became blurred, but neither one of them cared. It was when Jisung learned that feelings could be acted upon, that kissing wasn't the only way humans expressed their passion, and that maybe there weren't that many differences between your kind and his.

At least, not when it came to pleasure.

[softsturn]

the beach - m.s

⩩ pairing: matt x fem!reader

⩩ summary: matt is caught jerking off to his best friend (inspired by @heartstreet !! full creds to them for this idea)

⩩ warnings: masturbation, handjob, p-in-v, half assed writing at the end.

⩩ a/n: sorry i haven’t posted much, its been so hard to think of ideas. i wanted to make a part two of what i last posted but i literally don’t know how to continue it😭 thank you for all the likes and follows!! pls leave me requests :)

Describing the bond between you and Matt exceeds the simplicity a mere friendship. Growing up, you lived only a few houses away from his, you shared the same schools, and practically every experience was a joint venture. It wasn't just common knowledge; it was an undeniable truth that wherever you went, a blue-eyed boy with brown hair was sure to follow, mirroring your every step like a lost puppy. The invisible tie binding you two seemed unbreakable, preventing you from straying far apart.

Now, at Cape Cod, a destination woven into the fabric of your cherished summer memories, you eagerly await Matt and his family’s arrival. Setting up foldable chairs and towels on the sandy shores, you can hardly contain your anticipation, eager to continue the tradition of shared moments under the sun.

As if on cue, his family strolled towards the beach, carrying an assortment of towels, bags, chairs, and a cooler. Your face lit up with a vibrant smile upon spotting the three identical boys approaching with palpable excitement. They placed their belongings on the sand, and you greeted them eagerly.

Matt's eyes widened noticeably, practically popping out of his sockets as he unabashedly drank in the sight of you. While you maintained your usual level of beauty, his gaze lingered on your figure. Stepping out of your comfort zone, you had chosen a two-piece bikini opposed to a one piece like you normally wore, showcasing newfound confidence in your evolving body. The swimsuit hugged you in all the right places, baring your torso and clinging snugly to your curves. Matt found himself caught in a momentary, lustful gaze, slightly zoning out as Nick and Chris enthusiastically hyped you up in the background.

"You look so good girl!" exclaimed Nick, with Chris joining in laughter, while you, feeling a bit shy, crossed your arms over your stomach.

Coming back to reality from his fleeting thoughts, Matt nodded and offered you a small, genuine smile. "You look..." he hesitated, carefully choosing his words to avoid any discomfort for you. "Pretty," he mumbled sheepishly, prompting a soft blush to grace your face. Matt's compliments held a unique significance, seeming to carry more weight than others, his opinion reigning supreme in your mind.

"Thank you," you replied with a shy giggle, while Nick and Chris exchanged amused glances, furrowing their brows at the subtle dynamics unfolding between the two of you. The unspoken connection, the palpable undercurrent of something more than friendship, was evident to everyone around. Jokes from your parents about an impending marriage and teasing from Matt's brothers were constant reminders of the unspoken truth – you and Matt shared a love that transcended platonic feelings, even if the explicit words hadn't been uttered.

After a few hours under the warm sun, the faint emergence of sunburn and light freckles adorned your face, telling tales of days spent soaking up the heat. Meanwhile, Matt wrestled with his thoughts, a delicate balance between loyalty to your friendship and the desire that threatened to breach inappropriate territories. He harbored a profound fear of jeopardizing the trust you shared or causing any discomfort, acutely aware that losing you was a risk he couldn't fathom.

As you stood, engrossed in gathering your belongings and bending over slightly, Matt couldn't suppress the way his gaze involuntarily traced the curves of your figure, particularly fixating on your ass. His mind danced with forbidden scenarios, imagining actions he both longed for and felt conflicted about. Sensing a warmth spreading through him, he nervously looked away, trying to prevent any telltale signs of his internal struggle.

You straightened up, holding your possessions with a toothy grin, completely oblivious to the subtle turmoil in Matt's mind. "I'll see you back at the house," you said softly. Matt offered a slight nod and joined his brothers in packing up their belongings. As you made your way to your car, your parents loading up the trunk, you settled into the back seat, succumbing slowly to sleep, the exhaustion of the day catching up with you.

Waking up with a groan, you found your parents' car parked by the side of the road in front of the triplets' house, just a few doors down from your own. The plan was to spend the night at their place, a routine that had become usual given your inclination to seek comfort in their home over your own. Extracting yourself from the car, you grabbed your overnight bag, bidding farewells to your parents as you watched them drive away.

Your bathing suit clung persistently to your body, your hair still damp, and the weariness in your limbs yearning for the promise of relaxation. Shuffling into Matt's home without bothering to knock, the unspoken familiarity of years spent together allowed you the privilege of simply letting yourself in. Passing through the kitchen, Matt's parents greeted you with warm smiles as you entered the living room.

There, Matt, Nick, and Chris were sprawled on the couch, engrossed in a movie that you were sure they had seen at least a thousand times. When Matt's eyes met yours, a soft expression played on his face, evident in the effort to maintain eye contact with your face rather than letting his gaze wander.

"Hey," he murmured, and you returned the greeting with a gentle smile, playfully ruffling his hair as you stood over him. "Hey, I'm gonna go shower. I'll join you guys if you're still out here when I'm done." With that, you ventured down the hall, heading toward the guest bedroom.

In the midst of a hot shower, as you washed away the residue of salty water and sand, Matt and his brothers grew disinterested in the movie, dispersing to their separate bedrooms. Collapsing onto his bed with a weary sigh, exhaustion permeated Matt's body. Turning to his phone, he absentmindedly scrolled through various social media apps. Refreshing his Instagram feed, he stumbled upon a recent post you had shared before stepping into the shower.

The post featured a series of photos taken by Nick during your beach outing. One image captured you from the side, accentuating your ass and curves, while another showcased the contours of your cleavage and perky boobs from the front. Although the intention behind the pictures was innocent, Matt's mind became inundated with impure thoughts. Consumed by a sense of guilt, he recognized the inappropriateness of his desires, grappling with conflicting emotions. You were his best friend, and he was acutely aware that such lascivious thoughts were unwarranted. It was more than mere lust; he harbored genuine love for you and a desire to be a person deserving of your affection.

As Matt stared at his screen, a warmth enveloped his body, and he found himself unable to suppress the physical reaction, a boner forming in his pants. He felt conflicted, but it wasn’t like you knew what he was thinking, or doing. Succumbing to the intensity of his desire, he pulled his pants down enough to free himself, his cock springing out of his boxers. He took his cock into his right hand, phone in his left hand, and he began to stroke himself, allowing his imagination to run wild with scenarios that had occupied his dreams. The room echoed with subtle grunts and whimpers as he finally started to release the pent-up feelings that had plagued him throughout the day.

You emerged from the invigorating shower, enveloped in a towel, the sensation of cleanliness and renewal coursing through you. Exiting the bathroom, you ventured into the guest bedroom designated for your night's rest, shutting the door behind you. As you delved into your bag, extracting essentials like panties, shorts, and a tank top, the soft fabrics embraced you once you shed the towel. Nighttime rituals of hair brushing, skincare, and teeth cleaning completed, you settled into the guest bedroom, a sanctuary that had become almost like your own.

The tranquility was fleeting, interrupted by a shiver that prompted a quest for warmth. Rummaging through your bag, you discovered the absence of a hoodie – an oversight that led you down the hall to Matt's bedroom. Assuming he'd still be awake, you envisioned a simple request to borrow one of his hoodies. Little did you anticipate the unexpected scene awaiting you.

Without bothering to knock, a habit formed over years of friendship, you barged into Matt's room, focused on your hoodie mission. "I need to borrow a hoodie; it's freezing—" your words trailed off as your gaze absorbed the shocking sight. Matt, in his bed, his hand pumping up and down his cock, his phone displaying pictures of you. A gasp escaped him as your presence registered, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of surprise and guilt. "Y/N..." he uttered, his phone slipping from his hand onto the bed, his hand movements abruptly halted in the realization of the awkward situation.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry; I didn't think—I should've knocked. I'll just go get one from Nick," you mumbled nervously, ready to retreat. The air hung heavy with the unspoken tension, both of you grappling with the potential ramifications on your friendship. Before you could exit, Matt called to you, conflicted between wanting you to stay and the desire to erase this awkward moment.

"Don't go," he uttered, wincing at his own words, attempting to clarify that he wasn't making advances or asking for anything. You stood there, caught in a surreal tableau, uncertain about how to navigate this unexpected revelation. Blinking in an attempt to regain composure, you voiced a question laden with curiosity and awkwardness.

"Do you... do this often?" your brows furrowed, your gaze drifting toward his needy cock. Matt sighed, grappling with shame, attempting to rein in his emotions. "Jerk off? Or jerk off to you..." he replied, injecting a hint of humor to alleviate the palpable tension.

"Jerk off to me," you clarified, offering a sheepish smile, grateful for his attempt to inject some levity. Matt, in a vulnerable admission, stumbled through an explanation, striving to avoid sounding like a creep. The guilt weighed heavily on him, sensing that he had betrayed the sanctity of your friendship.

"This is the first time—I'm sorry. You just looked so pretty all day, and I couldn't... I don't know," he rambled, his remorse evident. Expecting you to recoil, Matt braced for the consequences of his impure thoughts. Yet, to his surprise, you stepped closer, the bed dipping as you sat on the edge near his legs. Your eyes danced everywhere but on his throbbing cock.

"It's okay; I'm not mad," you reassured, the tension easing with your understanding words. In that moment, you appreciated the side of Matt that could inject humor even into the most awkward situations, and despite the strangeness of the circumstance, a reassuring smile graced your lips.

"You're not?" he asked, confusion etching his face as his gaze reached the end of the bed where you were. The bewilderment stemmed from the expectation of your anger; he believed he deserved your fury. You shook your head, dispelling any doubts that lingered in his mind. "I'm not mad," you affirmed, inhaling deeply before contemplating the weight of your next words. The undeniable truth of their mutual feelings lay bare, an unignorable reality that both had been evading.

"Do you want me to help you?" you inquired, addressing the underlying tension. Matt hesitated, shaking his head in a refusal. Your offer, though tempting, made him reluctant, not wanting you to feel obliged, and questioning his own worthiness of such an intimate gesture. “Y/N… you don’t have to.”

Sighing, you crawled to sit on his knees, his cock twitching right before you, aching for release. It wasn't about obligation; it was about love. You wanted to be the one to bring him pleasure. "I know, I want to," you reassured, meeting his gaze as he deliberated. "Please," he whimpered, desperation evident on his face. Taking it as a signal, you palmed him, your hand trembling slightly as you sought confirmation in his eyes, ensuring every move was met with consent.

As you encountered nothing but longing in his gaze, your hand tentatively began to move, gliding up and down his length. The unspoken revelation that you were not very experienced was apparent to him, and a twinge of guilt crept in as he allowed you to pleasure him. Determined not to make this solely about his satisfaction, he seized the moment, grasping your wrist and redirecting your hand away from his arousal, prompting you to lean forward.

In an impulsive move, he pressed his lips forcefully against yours, his tongue seeking entry, savoring the taste of your chapstick. The kiss bore neither aggression nor softness; instead, it carried the weight of years filled with tension, prolonged gazes, and lingering touches, finally unfurling in this shared moment. Pulling back slightly, he noticed your lips chasing after his, seeking more contact with his lips.

"I want to make you feel good too," he murmured against your lips, his words flushing your face with heat, a wetness growing between your legs. The dynamics shifted, and now it was you yearning for him. His hands found your hips, drawing you closer until you straddled his waist, your clothed pussy pressing against his cock. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your pajama shorts and panties, seeking consent as he looked up at you.

"Can I take these off, baby?" he asked, and in response, you nodded, lifting yourself to allow him to slide them down your legs before resuming the straddled position, anticipation hanging thick in the air.

You took a sharp breath, nerves tingling as you ventured into unfamiliar territory with Matt. As he ran a finger through your wet folds, he licked his lips, captivated by the sight of your pretty pussy. In that moment, Matt would have done anything and everything you asked, he was completely at your mercy. Firmly holding your hips, he allowed your wet cunt to hover over his cock. While his desires tempted him to force you down and make you take it, his deep care for you held him back, especially given the significance of this being your first time.

"Go slow, okay? It's going to hurt a little, but I'm right here," he said. Nodding, you began the descent, wincing as his tip slipped into your enterance. "Oh my god, Matt," you moaned, your words interrupted as Matt leaned up, pressing his lips to yours to stifle your sweet sounds, mindful of his brothers sleeping down the hall.

Gradually, you took more of him in, whimpering at the initial stinging sensation as his cock stretched your tight walls. Eventually, you lowered yourself completely onto him, pausing to adjust to the sensation of him buried deep inside you. "Such a good girl, taking me so well," he cooed.

“Feels so good,” you murmured, the words escaping on a breath as you began to move your hips against him, keeping a steady rhythm. He gripped your hips firmly, and you were sure there would be red marks left behind. His kisses trailed down your neck, lips brushing over your collarbones and shoulders, marking you with purposeful hickeys that finally declared you as his, even though you had always belonged to him.

Slowly, he lifted your tank top over your head, tossing it aside in the room's shadows. "So fucking pretty," he mumbled, his gaze lingering on you through half-lidded eyes. His mouth descended, lavishing much-needed attention on your boobs, kissing and licking your sensitive nipples with devotion. In his eyes, your body was a masterpiece, and he aimed to ensure you knew just how perfect you were. Every gesture was a testament to his worship, eliciting small moans of pleasure as you succumbed to the sensations he bestowed upon you.

"Faster, please," he choked out, a desperate need cracking his voice as he trailed kisses down the valley of your breasts. Swiftly obeying, you quickened the pace, moaning as you rocked back and forth on his cock. Yet, the soreness lingering from your day at the beach made it challenging. Matt noticed, his hands helping to move your hips, orchestrating a rhythm that heightened the pleasure. He began to thrust into you, hips meeting yours, intensifying the sensation.

Throwing your head back, eyes rolling, pleasure consumed you, a knot tightening in your stomach. One of his hands left your hip, moving downward, his thumb expertly circling your swollen clit. Overwhelmed, words escaped you, your mind consumed by him. "Fuck, Matt," you managed to whimper in your love-drunk state, a proud smirk gracing his lips as he witnessed you lost in pleasure, knowing he was the only one to evoke such a response.

"Cum for me, princess," he urged in a whiny, broken voice, his own release imminent. His words triggered your climax, a stream of mumbled curses and whines escaping you as pleasure saturated every inch of your being. Surrendering to the intensity, you abandoned your movements, letting him guide and sway you through the waves of orgasmic ecstasy. His release followed suit, white streams of cum shooting into you, accompanied by his whimpering and grunting.

As the movements ceased, he lay beneath you, both of you attempting to catch your breath. Gingerly lifting yourself off him, a wince accompanied the sensitivity as his cock withdrew from your cunt. Rolling over, you nestled next to him, curling into his side, a lazy hand draped over his waist. His hand found its way to your head, tenderly stroking your hair as you rested against his chest, syncing your breathing with his.

"Get some rest; I'm taking you on a date tomorrow," he grinned mischievously, planting light kisses on your forehead. Raising your head, curiosity piqued, you questioned, "A date?" He nodded, gently pushing your head back to his chest, his fingers continuing to stroke your hair in a soothing rhythm.

"A date. So I can ask you to be my girlfriend," he chuckled, of course Matt wanted to do things right despite having just fucked you dumb. You chuckled in response, appreciating Matt's intent. "Okay, I can't wait to say yes," you declared, both of you closing your eyes, eager for the embrace of sleep and the beginning of this new chapter in your relationship.

[stxrsniolo]

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𝐀𝐄𝐆★𝐍'𝐒 notes : dear reader, this story will unfold over approximately 15 chapters, all of which have been meticulously outlined by yours truly (aka me, yes). it’s a slow burn between the characters, filled with a little bit of everything—from scenes not suitable for sensitive audiences to purely comedic moments, and even the classic teenage drama you’d expect from characters navigating this stage of life.

𝐀𝐄𝐆★𝐍'𝐒 pairing : dreambound!matt x lucid dream!reader

Chapter 04: the silent night

the day began cool, but eventually everything changed, an uneasiness that matt couldn't shake off, a sensation in his stomach like a premonition of doom, even as the world around him seemed to operate with the usual rhythm of life.

it was as if his body was on high alert, sensing something amiss, a silent warning that danced at the edges of his consciousness. he went about his morning routine, but the feeling persisted, a shadow over every action.

the plan was to go bowling with madison, a dear friend of the triplets, known for her vibrant energy in the music scene. the day was bright in los angeles, the kind that promised laughter and memories, the bowling alley a sanctuary of fun with its noise and camaraderie.

madison greeted them with her characteristic exuberance, her laughter a balm, yet it did little to soothe matt's inexplicable dread.

"ready to lose, boys?" madison's voice was a melody of jest, her smile as wide as ever as she chose a bright pink bowling ball.

they played, and matt managed to engage, throwing balls down the lane, cheering, even scoring a few strikes, but his heart wasn't in it. every laugh felt hollow, his mind tethered to the foreboding feeling that something was wrong.

as the day wore on, the sun setting on their fun, the sensation in his stomach only worsened.

they said their goodbyes to madison, her laughter still ringing in the air, but for matt, the day's joy was overshadowed by the looming night. he tried to distract himself by talking with nick and chris, but his thoughts were fixated on one thing: what if heist didn't appear in his dreams?

retiring to his room on the second floor, matt attempted his usual bedtime routine, but the comfort he normally found in these rituals was absent. in bed, sleep seemed more like an adversary than a friend.

he tossed, turned, the sheets becoming a mess of his frustration, each shift was accompanied by a grunt of irritation, the silence of the night amplifying his restlessness.

unable to bear it any longer, he got up, the wooden floor cold under his feet as he made his way to the kitchen.

the house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator.

he drank a glass of milk, hoping for some semblance of peace, but the liquid did nothing for the storm brewing inside him.

back in his room, he tried everything - counting sheep, playing soothing sounds, even scrolling through old photos on his phone, but sleep eluded him.

finally, exhaustion claimed him, pulling him into a dream that felt more like a nightmare.

he was back in boston, but not the bustling, familiar city; he stood before the skeletal remains of his childhood home, the one that had once been full of life but now was nothing but charred memories.

the fire was there, raging with an intensity that felt too real, the heat scalding his skin even in the dream, but the neighborhood was desolate, houses untouched by the flames yet abandoned, no signs of life.

"heist?! heist!" matt's voice broke through the silence, his calls desperate, the echoes mocking him in the empty streets.

he ran into the burning house, the memories of laughter, of family dinners now just ashes under his feet. there was no one, no heist.

he searched every room, his panic growing with each empty space.

"heist, where in hell are you?!" he shouted, his voice cracking, his heart pounding with fear and confusion. he checked the neighbors', the house across the street, his cries becoming more frantic.

"please, please, be somewhere" he begged to the empty air, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. the mcdonald's parking lot where they had shared moments was silent, the lights motionless, the playground in the park nearby a ghost of its former self.

the realization hit him hard; she wasn't there: he was alone, truly alone in this nightmare.

the dread turned to terror, a cold, gripping fear.

"wake up, wake up, wake up!" he yelled, pinching himself, slapping his face, running to a hydrant that appeared out of nowhere to splash water on his face - but the dream held him in its cruel grip.

"i need to wake up! i can't be here without her!" his voice was a mix of anger and despair, his actions becoming more violent, more desperate.

finally, as if by some miracle, the sound of his alarm broke through the chaos, a sharp, relentless noise that pulled him back to reality.

he sat up, gasping, his room still dark with the early morning light just beginning to seep through the curtains. His heart was racing, his body covered in a cold sweat from the terror he'd just experienced.

"what the fuck was that?" he muttered to himself, his voice hoarse from the screams. he looked around, half-expecting to see the remnants of fire, but there was just his room, his sanctuary, untouched by the nightmare.

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[space-matt]

right person, wro- ight time

matt.sturniolo x fem.reader

summary: lifelong best friends, but with hidden feelings.

Can one night change everything?

request: yes -> anon

cw: use of y/n, angst, fluff (?), mention of sex

author’s note: hello everyone!!! Here I am back after a long time, but I wanted to take a break from writing.

At the moment some of my stories like ''Breaking promises'' are archived because I'm revising them and changing some things, if you want you can take a look here -> masterlist

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English is not my first language, if you see grammar and typing mistakes, I apologize in advance! I just ask you not to be rude to me ♡

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As you watch Matt and his girlfriend engage in a passionate display of affection on the couch, you can't help but feel a mix of emotions. Jealousy and anger course through your veins as you long to be the one in his arms. The scene before you seems like a cruel reminder of what you can't have.

You have known Matt, and his brothers Nick and Chris, for as long as you can remember. Your mom's close friendship brought the four of you together, and you've been inseparable ever since.

You've shared countless memories together, from taking warm baths as toddlers to navigating the ups and downs of adolescence.

Your feelings for Matt first emerged when you were just eight years old. While his siblings ran around and teased each other, he was the only one who pushed you on the swing, making you feel safe and cared for. 

Or how that time in middle school he was next to you when coming out of the bathroom, he noticed a red spot on your butt and promptly gave you his sweatshirt to cover you up.

Over the years, your attachment to him only grew stronger, even as you had flings with other boys. You never acted on your feelings, though, afraid of ruining the strong bond you had built with him over the years.

Now, as you watch him with his girlfriend, you can't help but wonder what could have been if you had been brave enough to take a chance on love.

As you sit on a cushioned chair in the cozy kitchen, you turn towards the stove and place your phone on the wooden table, emitting a snort of frustration. Chris, who is equally exhausted by the ongoing show, rises from the couch and comes to hug you from behind, enveloping you in his strong arms.

"God, I can't stand them anymore," he whispers softly in your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

"Don't tell me" you reply, your eyes still fixated on the screen of your phone, as you use one hand to scroll through social media and the other to caress Chris's hand, which is resting on your chest.

At times, you find yourself wondering why your heart chose Matt over Chris, especially given that Nick is off-limits. Chris is so caring, kind, and affectionate with you that you have thought several times that he actually has feelings for you.

However, you try to suppress this thought because if it were true, you would disappoint his heart by telling him that the person you love is his brother.

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As you lay on Nick's bed, you stare up at the ceiling, taking in the intricate patterns of the plasterwork. The guy sitting beside you is completely absorbed in editing the video that they plan to post later on that evening, with their headphones on and their eyes fixed on the computer screen. 

Suddenly, a loud and jarring sound reverberates throughout the house, causing you to raise your eyebrows in confusion. You listen carefully, and a few seconds later, another door slams shut, confirming your suspicions that something is definitely wrong.

Your heart racing, you get up from the bed and begin to move cautiously towards the stairs, your senses heightened and your mind racing. As you make your way down to the living room, you can feel the tension in the air, and you can see that Chris is lying on the couch, his face contorted with concern.

You approach him and ask in a hushed voice, "Was that Matt making all that noise?"

He nods his head, his eyes meeting yours with surprise. "Yeah...apparently Perrie dumped him" he replies.

Your voice drops to a whisper as you consider this news, and you say, "Uhm...I'll go check on him..." You walk towards his room, feeling a sense of trepidation in the pit of your stomach. As you approach the door, you can hear the sound of muffled sobs coming from within, and you know that you need to go in and try to help him through this.

You stand outside Matt's door, knocking a few times, but receive no response. You call out to him, "Matt...it's me, please open up" and lean your forehead against the door. Only when you hear the lock click do you lower the handle and enter the darkened room.

As you step inside, the scene before you breaks your heart. Matt is lying on his stomach on the bed, his sobs echoing throughout the room. Without a second thought, you move to his side and embrace him, whispering "Shh...don't cry please, she doesn't deserve you" while gently caressing his back.

Through his tears, Matt manages to speak, "She...she's everything to me." A beam of moonlight enters the room, illuminating the bed you are sitting on, and you can't help but notice how red his otherwise clear eyes have become.

A spontaneous gesture starts from you as you take your sweatshirt sleeve to wipe away his tears. "Do you want to talk about it?" you ask, tilting your head to the side and taking his hand, offering your support and patience.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain as you saw your close friend Matt in such a vulnerable state. His head was bowed, and his eyes were shut tight as he let out a deep sigh. You knew that he was going through a tough time in his relationship, and your heart went out to him.

Despite your sympathy for his situation, you found yourself thinking selfishly at that moment. Perhaps, you could finally have a chance with him. You pushed that thought aside, knowing that your emotions were taking over your rational side.

Matt looked up at you, and you could see the sadness in his eyes. He began to speak, but his words trailed off as he struggled to find the right ones. You squeezed his hand, urging him to continue.

"She says she wants to take some time to think, and... she doesn't know if she loves me like before" he finally managed to say, his voice trailing off again.

‘’Ow Matt.. I’m sorry’’ you reached out to him, stroking his cheek as he rested his head against yours. At that moment, time seemed to stand still as you gazed into each other's eyes. You could see the pain etched on his face, and it broke your heart.

As you sat together on the bed, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, your mind began to race with a million different scenarios. You wondered what the future held for you and him. As if in response to your thoughts, you saw Matt's figure approaching you, his gaze fixed on your lips.

''Matt what are you doing?’’ You ask when you find yourself an inch from his lips feeling your breaths grow heavier; 

With a gesture, his lips rest on yours and you can't help but think how soft they are and how long you've been waiting for that moment.

The rest comes on its own: removed all distance remains you, lying on his bed sharing what to you was perfection, Love. To him, it was pure distraction, Sex.

At least that was what he thought at that particular instant.

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You wake up to the sound of birds chirping and a few rays of sunshine coming in through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. As you turn your head to the other side of the bed, you notice that the mattress beside you is empty, and a sense of loneliness washes over you. Wrapped naked in the brown sheets, you feel a deep longing for the person who was lying next to you just a few hours ago.

You look around the room and see your clothes scattered on the floor, which reminds you of the events that took place the night before. You recall how you finally confessed your feelings for him, and you think he reciprocated them. It was like a turning point in your relationship, and you couldn't be more thrilled.

However, you don't want to arouse suspicion, so you quickly put on your clothes and quietly walk out the door. As you step into the open space, you notice his figure sitting with his head in his hands. You wonder if he's feeling the same as you. 

You glance around and realize that the other two boys are still sleeping in their rooms, completely unaware of what happened between you and him last night.

As he senses someone's presence, he turns to see who it is. It's you, and you’re standing there motionless. You ask him what's going on, but he remains silent and instead, keeps looking at you. You remain in your position, unsure of what to do next.

Finally, he breaks the silence, "Y/n, we need to talk," his voice is low and serious. You understand that this is not going to be a simple conversation, and you head towards the sofa to sit down. He follows suit.

He stares at you for a moment, as if trying to find the right words. Finally, he says, "What happened between us can never happen again... it was a mistake." His words hit you hard and you feel like someone has just stabbed you in the heart.

The words < It was a mistake > echo in your head, and you can't believe what you're hearing. Your mind is racing with all sorts of thoughts and feelings.

Mistake

Mistake

Mistake

You feel tears welling up in your eyes, your nose burning, and your mouth becoming dry. It's as if a flood of emotions has suddenly been unleashed, and you can't control it. You try to hold yourself together, but it's too late, and you break down in tears.

You look at him with a mix of confusion and hope as you try to decipher what he is trying to say. "I thought that...I thought that you finally reciprocated my feelings and that...we were making love" you stammer, your heart sinking as you realize the truth.

He looks down, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry, y/n. I was confused, and you were there to comfort me. I didn't understand anything anymore" he says, his words heavy with regret. "I'm not in love with you, y/n, but with Perrie"

You feel like the ground has opened up beneath you. It's like the world has stopped spinning and you are trapped in an endless moment of pain. You want to disappear, to run away from this unbearable situation, but you are frozen in place.

You sit there on his couch, tears streaming down your face, as the anger slowly grows more and more. How could he lead you on like this? How could he use you like that?

"How can you say that to me now? Tonight, you didn't think that way when you were inside me, huh?" you say with all the hatred your body could muster at that moment. You get up without waiting for his answer, your mind racing with a million thoughts.

You go towards the front door, slipping on your shoes, and taking your jacket from the coat hanger. The spring breeze kicks in, causing you to clench the fabric covering your shoulders. You slip your hand into your pocket, pulling out your car keys, which you shortly use to lead you toward your home, pulling up with your nose.

You feel lost and confused, your heart shattered into a million pieces. All you can do is cry and wonder how you will ever be able to trust anyone again.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • 

Since that fateful night, two weeks have passed and that feeling of having been just an afterthought only invades your body, and it becomes even heavier when sitting on the couch eating ice cream, you get a notification after days of silence

| Chris: | Wassup ‘ma!! Where have you been? Nick and I miss you :(

As you read his message, it felt like the weight of the world had come crashing down on you. You were slowly sinking into an almost hysterical cry. It was because you had decided to completely cut off all relations with Matt. And, as a result, you had also cut off your two best friends since they lived with him.

You had thought about meeting them outside, but your appearance would have aroused several questions, and declaring that you had sex with their brother would have definitely not been the response you wanted to give.

You lowered your gaze to your belly and started caressing it while tears streamed down your face. The worst thing was when you realized that you were five days late for your period. You panicked and ran to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test, and it came back positive.

| You: | Hi, sorry I've been busy with several things... I miss you too <3

A few minutes later your phone lights up again

| Chris: | Did you hear?

A confused expression appears on your face at his question

| You: | Heard what?

Those seconds seem to last minutes, those minutes hours as your anxiety surges.

| Chris: | That moron of Matt got back together with Perrie

Crack

That's what your heart does for the umpteenth time as more tears are released from your eyes that have now turned red.

Out of frustration, you throw the phone across the couch, but it bounces causing it to fall to the floor.

C r a c k

''Fuck'' you pronounce as you stand up to see the distasteful accomplishment. You pick up the phone and see that the screen is half shattered but still working ''Fuck'' you whisper thinking how life is so unfair to you.

| Chris: | Are you still there?

You try to recover by taking a deep breath

| You: | Yeah... sorry but I'm tired, I'm going to go to sleep. I love you.

You cut the conversation short not wanting to know further details

| Chris: | goodnight Love yaa 2

You sit on the couch, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. You close your eyes, trying to control the tears that are forming in your eyes. You take a deep breath, but the feeling in your chest only intensifies. You can't take it anymore, and you know what you have to do. It's something you've done before and something that comes naturally to you - you leave.

You get up from the couch, with a heavy heart, and head to your room. You grab your computer, returning to your comfortable seat, and immediately type into the search engine < flight from LAX to Boston >. You skim through the options, and click on the first website you see, noting that the earliest flight is the next morning. Without thinking about it, you buy a one-way ticket and book the cab that would pick you up.

Immediately after making the transition, you get up and return to your room. You take a deep breath and look around. You know you have a lot to do before you leave. You walk towards your closet and take out your huge suitcase. You begin to stuff all your clothes inside, carefully folding them and making sure everything fits.

You know that this is not going to be easy, but you're determined to leave everything behind and start fresh.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • 

Over the past two months, you have received numerous messages and phone calls that you haven't responded to. Even Matt has tried to get in touch with you, but you decided to change your phone number to avoid any contact. 

When you arrived your parents were somewhat surprised but very happy to see you. You always had a beautiful relationship with them, especially with your mom, your best friend. Although with some fear, you explained the whole situation to her including that you were pregnant with Matt.

The decision to keep him/her is not yet final but you know you have two shoulders to count on and that no matter what, they are there for you.

Slowly your belly begins to become more noticeable, and with the arrival of summer, it is almost inevitable to miss it.

''Darling are you ready? MaryLou and Jimmy are waiting for us'' you hear your mother calling you from downstairs.

You look at yourself in the mirror trying to fix your shirt as best as you can, and to hide the small bump ''Yeah I'm coming'' you reply picking up your bag and then going down the stairs and closing the door behind you heading for the car ''Here I am'' you announce to your parents sitting in the front seats.

The Fourth of July has always been celebrated with the Sturniolo family, between barbeques, swimming in the pool, laughter, and the company of little dog Trevor you have only good memories in your mind.

This year you accepted only because you heard that the three boys would not be there due to several setbacks.

The drive between your homes is fortunately short because nausea begins to set in, and even more so when after stepping out of the car you are invaded by a very strong smell of barbeque.

Immediately having hugged MaryLou and Jimmy, you notice how the house is decorated from top to bottom ''Wow MaryLou you did a great job this year'' you tell her smiling ''Oh don't thank me but those three in the garden, rather go to them, we'll take care of this'' she replies pointing outside

< Are they here? All three of them? Weren't they supposed to be on the other side of the United States? What do I do? Do I run away? Do I stay here? What the fuck do I do? >

Your conscience does nothing but have question after question. You look at your mother for help but she is so busy helping her friend that you see yourself forced to give a big sigh and head for the garden followed by Trev.

''Oh my gosh y/n where the fuck have you been?'' Nick exclaims as he gets up from his chair coming toward you wrapping his arms around you ''Why did you fucking disappear? Literally no fucking messages or fucking calls'' he pulls away looking you in the eye concerned but all you do is stand silent.

Matt and Chris are also standing but neither of them seems to have any idea of moving from their position. Matt still regrets how he behaved while Chris is disappointed and angry at you.

He still doesn't understand how out of all the people you could erase from your life you chose to add him; 

And it is true, in the last few years a wonderful friendship has grown between you where Chris sees you as a reference point when his brothers become too annoying, you were and, despite everything, you are his rock.

''Sorry'' is the only thing you can utter looking away so as not to meet their gazes.

''Only sorry can you say? You are so selfish! You thought only of yourself abandoning everyone, you abandoned me'' Chris pronounces in a harsh tone approaching you, doing nothing but bringing tears to your eyes

''Say something, speak the fuck up. What do you have to say for yourself?'' Chris continues waving his arms in different directions leading you to take a step back ''Chris please you're scaring her'' Nick says hitting him on the arm ''I don't fucking care, I want to know why'' the smaller one replies to him always looking at you.

The tension in the air is palpable, and you feel a sense of helplessness wash over you as you try to explain your actions.

At that point Matt couldn't stand that situation anymore ''It's me'' he exclaims making everyone turn their gazes in his direction ''What you?'' Chris asks confused ''I'm the reason she ran away'' he says lowering his gaze ''And what about you? What the fuck happened?’’ Nick asks as he sits waiting for someone to speak, but silence reigns among you as you hear your parents' voices in the distance.

''Me and y/n had sex the day Perrie dumped me'' Matt pronounces in a whisper, almost not making himself heard ''Speak up motherfucker'' Chris says putting even more agitation on you ''Oh Jesus Christ me and Matt had sex, but it was just a one-night stand for him, which it wasn't for me since I'm madly in love with him. I thought by getting away from him and consequently from you, I wouldn't suffer but I feel like shit about it and even more since I found out I'm preg- '' you say all in one breath freezing as you realize you've told your little secret.

The silence between you and your friends seems to last forever, as you try to process what just came out of your mouth. "Are you pregnant?" Matt asks, approaching you. You nod, almost instinctively, bringing your hand to your belly. 

"Why did you keep it to yourself, y/n? You know we'll always be there for you" Chris says, his tone softening, almost as if your revelation made him forget the months that passed without any interaction from you.

You try to explain, "I don't know...I was scared and I still am now. Besides, knowing that Matt was back with Perrie made me feel bad, so I did the only thing I could do: go back home." You sit down next to Nick, feeling overwhelmed and vulnerable.

Matt then reveals that he and Perrie are no longer together, and Nick and Chris decide to leave the two of you alone. Matt takes a chair and places it in front of you, his tone calm but agitated at the same time. "I know what I told you that morning and what I'm about to tell you sounds like nonsense, but..." He takes a deep breath before continuing, "After you left that morning, I felt like shit. I shouldn't have treated you that way and I shouldn't have made you feel like just a spare tire."

He pauses for a moment before continuing, "That night kept resonating in my mind, and I thought that getting back with Perrie would make me my old self again, but I couldn't. And I can't get your name out of my mind. I feel that these feelings I've always had I tried to bury and deny myself...but fuck y/n, I'm in love with you." His words enter your brain like a hypnotic spell, leaving you stunned and speechless.

''I was really hurt about it Matt...all these years hoping that one day you would look at me with different eyes but you only had them for other girls, to you I was just your best friend...'' you confess looking into his eyes 

‘' I'm really sorry, if I could go back I would tell the me of 14 years to go to you and not to be afraid to say how I feel'' he says taking your hand in his while with the other he caresses your cheek 

''I hate myself for making you feel this way all these years'' Matt says in a whisper, shifting his gaze from your eyes to your mouth.

''A little bit too but I love you so much'' you say making your lips meet in a passionate embrace, a rush of emotions floods over both of you. The weight of past regrets and missed opportunities seems to dissipate in that single moment. The tenderness in Matt's touch and the sincerity in his words have touched a deep part of your heart. 

With your hands still intertwined, you take a deep breath, ready to embrace the future together, knowing that your love is strong enough to overcome any obstacles that may come your way.

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THOSE EYES

Based on the song “those eyes”

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You’d been feeling so insecure lately, and you weren’t entirely sure why. Maybe it was because Chris was about to go on tour with his brothers, and you weren’t able to go with him. Or maybe it was something else—something you couldn’t quite put into words. All you knew was that it wasn’t okay, and no matter how hard you tried to push it aside, it kept creeping up on you.

Chris had noticed. He wasn’t oblivious to the way your energy had shifted, the way your smiles didn’t reach your eyes the same way they usually did. He saw the hesitation in your movements, the way you seemed lost in thought more often than not. That’s why, right now, his only focus was you.

The two of you were curled up together, his arms wrapped securely around you as you scrolled through Instagram absentmindedly. That was, until Madison Beer’s face popped up on your screen.

You didn’t mean to fixate on it. But you did. Your thumb hesitated, zooming in slightly as your mind filled with intrusive thoughts. She was beautiful, talented, and Chris was literally her friend. It felt like the universe was out to get you, placing reminders everywhere that you weren’t her.

Chris shifted beside you, his eyes flickering toward your phone before he sighed. Gently, he took it from your grasp, tossing it onto the bed without a second thought. “Enough of that,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. Then, without hesitation, he leaned in, pressing a series of slow, delicate kisses along your neck, his lips lingering against your skin like he was trying to erase every doubt from your mind. “I love you,” he whispered, his arms tightening around you as if he could physically hold your insecurities at bay.

You turned in his arms, your noses brushing as your eyes met his. A soft sigh left your lips. “Why?”

His brows furrowed slightly, his hand sliding to rest against your waist. “Because,” he murmured simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

But you needed more than that. You needed reassurance. “No, Chris… seriously. Why?”

He sighed, but not in frustration—more like he was gathering his thoughts. Then, without another word, he sat up, gently pulling you into his lap so that you were straddling him. His hands rested firmly on your hips, holding you close as his thumb traced comforting circles against your skin.

“You really wanna know?” he asked softly.

You nodded.

“Alright,” he breathed, his eyes locked onto yours with nothing but pure, unfiltered love. “It’s the way you look at me when we’re in a crowd, laughing so loud that no one even knows why. Or maybe it’s when we’re out, a little tipsy, and you give me that pretty smile that makes my heart stop.” His fingers trailed up your back, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. “Or when we’re alone, tangled up together, and you give me those eyes—like I’m the only person in the world.”

He smiled then, tilting his head to press a kiss to your nose before continuing, his voice filled with adoration. “It’s the way you steal my hoodies even though you have a million of your own, but you swear mine are softer. It’s how you hum under your breath when you’re focused, completely unaware of how cute you look. It’s the way you get irrationally angry when the wind blows your hair into your lip gloss,” he chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly brushing your hair behind your ear. “And don’t even get me started on your sleepy voice,” he added, shaking his head with a fond grin. “It’s the cutest thing in the world.”

You felt yourself getting warm, the overwhelming amount of love he was showering you with making your heart swell. But he wasn’t done.

“It’s how you always text me random things throughout the day—like what you had for lunch or a meme that reminded you of me. Or the way you try to stay mad at me when I tease you, but you always give in after, like, five minutes because you can’t help but smile.” He sighed, shaking his head like he was in complete disbelief. “It’s how you light up when you talk about something you love, how you get all passionate and animated like the world disappears around you. Or how you always, always know when something’s wrong with me, even when I try to hide it.”

His hands cupped your face gently, his thumbs stroking over your cheeks. “It’s the way you love so deeply, baby. You care with your whole heart, and you don’t even realize how much that means to me.” He leaned in, his lips barely brushing against yours as he whispered, “It’s everything about you. Every single little thing.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, your chest tightening in the best way possible. You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath until you exhaled shakily, your arms wrapping around his neck as you buried your face in the crook of his shoulder. “I love you, too,” you whispered, your voice slightly muffled against his skin.

He only held you tighter, his hands running up and down your back in soothing strokes. “Good,” he murmured, his lips pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. “Because I’m never letting you forget it.”

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