#Matt Sturniolo x reader

[luverboychris]

𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑭 | 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

╭────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╮

IN WHICH.. your boyfriend comes home from a long, draining day and all he wants is you to fuck the stress out of him in the bathtub.

— 2.4k words, semi!sub matt x fem reader, bath sex, riding, creampie

╰────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╯

meetings, on top of meetings for matt. he couldn’t keep count how many times his calloused fingers ran through his hair. or how many times he rolled his eyes at his brother’s idiotic comments throughout the day.

all he wanted was for these meetings to just end already, and rush straight home to you. he craved your sweet yet dirty little comments being whispered in his ear. and, a huge smile crept on his face when his mind started to flood thoughts of you.

matt’s last meeting ended later than it should have, and it was pitch black when he walked outside. of course, he took home chris and nick, tapping his index finger against the steering wheel every time he hit a red light.

matt lets out a sigh when he finally pulls out of his brother’s driveway, speeding back to his place. knowing you were waiting eagerly for him made his heart beat out of his chest.

when he parks in the garage, he puts his car keys in his jean back pocket quickly and rushes inside. he walks straight into the kitchen, where you usually are to greet him with a hug and kiss.

“baby..” he drags his voice out and it echoes throughout the house. his smile so wide, his invisalign peeking through.

he pops his head to look up the stairs. his eyes flickering towards the bathroom where he could see the soft glow of light and steam gently wafting through the crack beneath the door, letting him know you were in there. he places his keys down on the kitchen counter before quietly walking up the stairs and heading towards the bathroom door, a small smile playing on his lips as he knocks on the door.

"hi." he softly says from the other side of the door.

you quickly turn your head to the sound of his voice, wrapping yourself in a towel to cover your naked body. the hot water still pouring down from the drain and bubbles still being created by your vanilla soap.

you open the door to your boyfriend standing right there. he looks tired, the color on his face almost washed away from his busy day and his eye bags more prominent than usual.

his eyes widen being greeted by the sight of you as his eyes roam over you admiringly. he notices the towel hugging your curves in all the right places as he steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“you’re finally home, you’ve been gone all day.” you pout.

"i know, it seemed like these meetings would never end today,” he says with a soft sigh. "i missed you." he adds as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“i missed you too. you look so tired..” you say. you grab his face with your hands and lightly drag your thumb under his eye.

he flutters his eyes for a quick second before closing them completely when he feels your touch on his skin, and nods at your words. he couldn’t deny that he was feeling exhausted.

“i am tired. been a long day,” he admits, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands before dropping them to rest on your hips. “what were you up to though, hmm? about to have a relaxing bath without me?” his fingers gently trace along your skin beneath your towel.

“yes, and maybe my tired baby deserves to join me.” you smile at him.

his eyes gleam with amusement at your comment, a smile crossing his face. “oh? so generous,” he says sarcastically, pretending to swoon jokingly as presses himself against you more. you nod your head slowly at him.

“yes please.. i really really need that.” his voice comes out in a beg. his fingers gently tugging the towel free from around you, letting it fall down to the floor and leaving you exposed to him.

you gasp at his dirty actions, yet confidence still flows through you when you notice the lust in matt’s eyes. he takes a step back, silently admiring the view, his gaze roaming over every inch of you.

you turn away from him, walking over towards the bathroom counter to grab your glass of champagne that you poured yourself beforehand.

”my god,” he groans, his hands just itching to touch you. “you’re so beautiful, baby.” he can’t stop staring at your curves and the smooth skin on your back under the low lights from the ceiling.

you turn to look at him again, letting your bare back lean against the counter as you put the glass under your top lip. “you want a sip?” you offer.

he felt his breath catch in his throat as he moves closer. he stands directly in front of you and between your legs, his hands resting on your hips and lightly caressing the skin there.

“i’d love a taste.” he murmurs. he leans in and gently takes the glass from your hand, bringing it to his lips. he lets his eyes look up at you, looking a type of submissive you obsess with before taking a small sip.

your lips begin to part as you watch your boyfriend start to turn you on with the most subtle hints that he wants you. suddenly, his white buttoned shirt looks so good to just rip off of him, and his hair all soft and messy for your hands to grip onto.

he hums as the champagne coats his tongue, savoring the taste before swallowing and setting the glass on the countertop. his other hand moves up to cup your chin, letting his thumb move up your face and trace along your bottom lip. “tastes so good.” he whispers.

“mhmm.” you inaudibly reply back.

his eyes quickly look down and follow your hand movements, watching them come to slowly unbutton his shirt. your actions teasing and prolonging his anticipation. one by one, you undo each button, revealing his chest and stomach which you adore.

he lets out almost a whimper, your fingertips skim over his skin as he feels the only touch he craves finally giving him exactly what he wanted the whole day.

he leans in, his mouth hovering just above your ear. “keep going, baby.” he whispers, his voice strained with need.

his breath hitches as you fully go to take off his shirt, leaving his upper body bare before you move on to unzip his jeans. his hands go to rest on your hips as his grip tightens. he leans his forehead against yours, his eyes lock on yours as he speaks. “you’re teasing me, so so much.” his voice low and filled with desperation.

“i am doing no such thing. i just need to take off my baby’s clothes so we can get in the bath together, right?” you say. he nods his head profusely at you.

fuck he wants it, he needs it.

he steps back slightly to allow you more room to remove his jeans. his eyes fixated on you as you slip the denim off his body, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

as you play with the waistband of his boxers, you lean in to kiss him at the same time. he couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp when he feels your lips, his hands instantly coming up to cradle your face. he returns the kiss hungrily, his tongue seeking yours as both of your mouths move together in a needy, eagerly way.

his patience starts to wear thin as you continue to toy with the band of his boxers. he was unable to hold back any longer and took matters into his own hands. his eyes never leaving yours as he reaches down and quickly pulls the fabric down.

his breathing becomes ragged when his clock flings back up. you both look down at the lower half of his body, and clearly for the same reason.

“you’re already so hard.” you whisper.

“have been since i walked in here and saw you like this,” he admits. you bite your lip, loving how much effect you have on your boyfriend. “just fuck me already, please. i need you so bad.” he begs. his body presses against yours as he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up, carrying you towards the bathtub.

you giggle when he gently lowers you into the tub, quickly being surrounded by the warm water. he watches as the bubbles cling onto your skin. he slides in behind you, his legs on either side of your body as he pulls you back against his chest with his arms around you.

he nuzzles his face into your neck, placing soft kisses along your skin. “i’ve been thinking about this.. about you all day..” he whispers, his fingers have a mind of their own and begin to trace patterns on your stomach.

he smiles against your skin when he feels you shiver in response to his touch. he continues to plant wet kisses along your neck, slowly moving up to your ear as his lips brush against you.

“you like that, baby?” he asks, his hands moving down to your thighs.

“yes.. yes.. mhmm.” you try to get the words out. your eyes close, feeling the long awaited kisses from your boyfriend.

“can you do one thing for me..?” he murmurs, his hands roaming over your body as his touch becomes more firm and possessive. he nips at your earlobe before moving down your neck again, sucking and biting softly at the sensitive skin. one hand slips between your legs, tracing teasing circles over your inner thigh.

“hmm?” you say, as you lean your head back on his chest.

“i need you to ride me. please, i fucking need it,” his heart starts to pound, as his kisses on your neck become more fast and aggressive. “please baby, i’ve been so good.”

“yea? you’re right. u have been so good.. coming straight home to me after your meetings.” he nods his head, agreeing with every word coming out of your mouth. you want to ride him as much as he wants it. you turn your body to face him, as you wrap your legs on each side of his hips.

he jolts up from excitement when he feels your legs tighten around him. he lifts his hips slightly but so impatiently, aligning himself with your entrance.

he feels your walls close around him before you slowly rise and fall on his cock. each movement of yours sending waves of pleasure to his body as he lets out a small whimper.

“oh fuck.. that feels so good. ride me, ride me just like that.” his voice coming out in a plea. his hands roam over your body, letting them grip onto your lower waist.

you try your hardest to muffle your moans, holding them in as you bite your bottom lip. yet, this only fuels matt to make you ride him faster, guiding you up and down.

“n-no. be as loud as you want. moan for me. i love it, please.” he says. he pulls your body to lean against him, letting one of his hands go underwater to tease your clit from behind.

he wanted to hear your moans, knowing riding him makes you feel so good is all he needs to know. your attempts to stop yourself from moaning matt’s name quickly fail when you feel his two fingers rub your clit, while still riding his cock passionately.

“matt, baby..” you moan your boyfriend’s name, making matt go to rub your clit even faster with his circular motions. he feels you clench around his cock, your tightness squeezing him as he begins to groan.

“y-you’re riding me so fucking good. fuck all the stress out of me baby..” his voice sounds like a whine, making you even more flustered.

your arms go to drape over matt’s neck, making him feel a sense of possessiveness, like he can't get enough of you. his hips start to buck upwards, driving his cock deep into your wet heat. the sound of water splashing side to side, and heavy moans slipping away from both of your lips.

“baby.. i’m about to cum.. fuck.” you say, choking on your words as you feel him fuck you relentlessly. he holds your waist closer to him, letting his hips move upwards over and over again.

he starts thrusting harder and faster. “that’s it.. cum for me. please,” he breathes out. his fingers dig into your flesh as he chases his own release, driven wild by the sight of you losing your control. “cum all over my cock.”

he licks his lips hungrily at the sight of your breasts bouncing in front of his face, driving him go crazy. his thrusts become erratic.

“i need.. to fill you up..,” it quickly hits him, an intense orgasm rushes through his body as he releases all of his cum inside you. you still grind your hips, the sensation of your pussy milking him is too much to resist. his cock twitches inside you, letting out a few more drops of cum. “f-fuck, you made me so sensitive baby.”

he pants heavily, trying to regain some sort of control. but, the sight and feeling of you still riding him has left him completely undone. you grind your hips a little more until you feel yourself climax all over his cock as you let out a few whimpers, shivering while slowly coming down from your orgasm.

you let out a satisfied sigh as you brush your fingertips up and down matt’s arms. “i feel so much more relaxed now, all because of you.” he admits.

you move closer, and he can’t help but meet you halfway. your lips crash together in a passionate kiss, tasting each other's sweat and lust. you pull away slightly to catch your breath, his eyes locked onto yours. “mmm, god. im fucking addicted to you.”

“i’m just as addicted as you are.” you whisper.

he already misses your lips, pulling you back in to kiss again. he tilts his head slightly, wanting to deepen the kiss as his tongue begins to seek yours.

“i could do this all night.” he says against your lips. his wet hands rubbing up your thighs.

─── aid speaks ᝰ.ᐟ ───

╰┈ ⌞₊˚ est. june 24, 2024🗒 ˎˊ˗ ⌝

the 1/2 story for hitting 2k! thank you guys so much, it means the world truly. i hope you enjoyed this story.. can’t get enough of a type of submissive matt.

tags: @solarsturniolo @l34n @pepsiboyy @pettydollie @sweetangelgirl7 @mattscoquette @mattsturniololoverr @soupuurr @strnlio @i8kth @bernardsbendystraws @sturnioluv @042502 @adirtylittleheart @sugrhigh @lovesodakid @imwetforyourmom @flouvela @reynalovestowrite @mattssluttygf @slut4chriss @worldlxvlys @viiiwwwee @sturncon @christophersgf @yomamaslays4lyfe @chaossturns @muwapsturniolo @wompwomp-1 @mattshands @joemamaaa42069 @thenickgirl @mattslolita @raysmayhem-72 @lanas-doll @shortndolly @nayveetbhh @watercolorskyy @mattsbabytomato @nickgetsmewetter @call-me-ninaaa @iluvmattyb @m4ttslvr @madiflpwcz @darl1ngdr1sta @sturncakez @whicked-hazlatwhore @christopherswife777 @sturnskibidi @cupidsword

[sturnioz]

☆ . . . "you—you like this shit? fuckin' you with my hands wrapped around your throat?" matt questions from above you, pressing you down to the bed with a firm hand around your neck. his hips slam into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your choked mewls echo throughout the bedroom.

he's laughing, an amused grin spread across his lips as he stares down at you in shock and admiration. beads of sweat glistens across his forehead, strands of hair fallen over his eyes.

you're clawing at his arm, begging for him to squeeze tighter, to fuck you harder and make you fall apart on his cock that drills into your sensitive pussy.

"i didn't think you'd be into this type of shit, y'know," he tells you, leaning down to capture your lips in a messy kiss, completely knocking the air out of your lungs and leaving you gasping. he loosens his grip, but his other hand comes up to affectionately stroke your cheek as he grins against your lips. "i'm kinda curious, sweetheart... what else are you into? hm?"

© sturnioz

[sturniolosiphone]

text messages with bf!matt and bff!nick

tag list: @bernardsbendystraws @luvs4matt

[evie-sturns]

Baby - Chris Sturniolo

summary: where chris gets into a fight with his brothers, all he wants is to be close to you.

contains: clingy!chris, fluff.

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵

chris bursts through the door, blinking his eyes a couple time before quite literally diving into bed.

the past half an hour the only thing i've heard is chris arguing with his brothers, i tuned it out after 15 minutes but matt sounded extremely angry with nick and chris.

chris lays face down on the pillows, his pale hands balled up into fists at his sides.

"baby, whats going on?" i ask quietly, reaching my hand out and dragging my nails up his warm back.

he shakes his head with a croaky groan, "matt's such a mother fucking-" chris starts, his voice instantly raising in volume.

i cut him off "no- no no chris" i laugh,

"talk about him nicely, please." i giggle, chris sits up in bed, strands of his hair flopping messily against his forehead.

"hes so mean!" chris whines, rubbing his eyes.

he shuffles over to me on the bed, before collapsing down on me. he buries his head into my chest as half his body is draped over mine

"what happened?" i ask with a small smiles, running my nails up and down his bare back.

"apparently i ate his- ate his dinner- but he never told me it was his and he just put it in the fridge!" he rambles,

"was his name on it?" i ask softly, chris pauses for a second before nodding,

"yes- yes but it didn't register in my brain that it was his! i was just distracted."

i scoff slightly, he lifts his head from my chest to look at me,

“no- ma, you’re not listening!” he whines,

my fingers lace their way into his silky brunette locks,

“i’m listening baby, i’m just trying to understand yeah?” i smile, he lets out a small hum before letting his head fall back down.

“i’m so angry at him, he made me upset.” chris says with a cute pout.

“should we go punch him?” i laugh jokingly,

“no-! you’re not understanding!” chris whines,

“i’m just teasing you,” i giggle,

chris snuggles his warm body closer to mine, “you two fight all the time, i’m sure it’s no different this time sweetheart.” i say to chris, scratching his head.

"it is different! hes so mean!" chris repeats himself,

"c'mon, how about we run you a shower." i suggest softly, chris shakes his head.

"i don't want you to keep getting yourself worked up," i smile, chris finally caves in,

"mmmmm..." he hums, i sit up but he rolls on top of me, pinning me down.

"you are such a big baby" i laugh, trying to roll him off me.

"am not!" he cracks a smile finally,

"you soo are." i poke at his ribs, making him squirm.

"i am not!" he protests, grabbing my wrists.

"okay- if you're not a baby then let me get up and turn on the shower for you."

he hesitates for a second, a silence filling the room before he rolls off of me.

i stand up, "see!" he shrugs with a grin.

"mmmhm" i hum, i walk into the bathroom, chris wraps his arms around my back, his chin resting on the crook of my neck.

"why are you so touchy today?" i ask, the corners of my mouth tugging up into a smile.

"i am no-" he starts but cuts himself off.

i turn on the shower, the warm steam filling the room instantly.

i turn around and chris has already stripped, he jumps into the shower and sits down.

"sitting in the shower is crrrazzzy"

i sit down outside the shower, playing with his hair, letting the water dampen it.

he reaches for the soap and instantly starts pumping out multiple pumps,

"christopher- thats my expensive soap-!" i start, but hes already playing with it in his hands.

i reach for the shampoo, pumping it into his hair.

he forms an 'o' with his hands before blowing a bubble with the soap, it floats into the shower stream before popping

"did you see that!" he gasps, his jaw dropped.

he goes for more soap, but i instantly stop him

"nuh uh- nopeee!"

"whhatt! your soap makes awesome bubbles- please?"

--------

a/n: this is based of 2021 chris cause hes all i think abt when i read fics, + i wanted to write abt him as immature aasss fuck

taggggsss:

@downbad4reid

sturnsdoll @obvisturns @stupid4sturniolo @meerkatzthings @witchofthehour @rosalierenee43 @gabrielle-brun1 @ilovemymannnnnnnn @sturnioloxlver @buckys-goodgirl @sturniol0s@ilovemymannnnnnnn @chr1sgirl4life @luanetaluenta @sturnsssbow @mattfangirl @luvr4miya @luvtay111 @lolasturniolo @freshloveforthefit @ruedowney @lovingchrissposts @333michelle @h3arts4harry @jamiesturniolo @chrisstopherfilmed @itzdarling @ @daddyslilchickenfingers2 @ev3rgreenxtrees @certifiednatelover @solarsturniolo @mattsenthusiast @yomamaslays4lyfe @peachmels @alinaa131 @pepsiluvr0209 @creamoncreamoncream2 @szobofc @mattscoquette @blahbell668 @sturniolo04 @bitchydragonparadise @sturni0l0 @ratatioulle @sturnsfav @mattsonly @justalittle47 @sunsetsturniolos

@sturniolo04 @similartokayyz @sturnsintrouble @ilovemattsturn @raysmayhem-72 @75sturn @sturniol0s @secret-sturniolo @hfkeclnendmwodne @sturniolosass @gxldenlush @stonermattsgf @101sara @beccaluvschris @oliviasturniolo21 @imwetforyourmom @tylerstacobell @sunsetsturniolos @aliceloveschris @jayz4dayz4 @sassysturniolo2008 @nyktoxs-lover @nathandoesgf @starsturns234 @chrissturnsss s @joemamaaa42069 @sturnthepot @zayyluvz @realuvrrr @livialifesblog @sturnioloblogs @riowritesitall @raysmayhem-72

[y0urm4m]

!Needy / clingy Matt!

Head cannons

A/N: I’ll be honest these have been rotting in my drafts for a while I just made them look cute and edited them. Also in most of these I’d personally say Matt is portrayed as a sub!

< nsfw || if you don’t like it just scroll >

(Nickname use ‘baby’ I think like once or twice and smut ahead!)

1. ✮ ‘clingy Matt! when your on a call with a friend’ -

“No I’m free tonight.” I mumble into my phone. Matt friend wrapping his arms around my waist, his hips gently rocking against thigh as he looks up at me. “I’ll call you back later,” I sigh ending the phone.

“Such a clingy boy.” I murmur down to Matt, he let out a soft whimper as he rocked his hips against my thigh even faster.

“D..don’t want you to go out tonight.” He mumbled against my chest. More moans and whimpers spilling from his soft, lips as his pre-cum leaked through his pj pants.

The rest of the day consisted with Matt begging me to stay home, I eventually gave in and stayed home. Matt’s hands never leaving my body as he clung onto me like his life depended on it.

2. ✮ ‘needy Matt! when you’re trying to work online but he wants you to touch him’ -

“Matt I’m trying to work.” I say softly as I continue to concentrate on my computer, the sound of the keyboard clicking filling my ears.

He shuffled in his seat, trying to soothe his bulging erection which was being strained by his jeans. “Please touch me, ‘need you so badly.” He whined, trying to convert my attention to him. “I need to finish this by tonight, m’sorry.” I say apologetically as I continue typing on the computer.

He slowly moved even closer towards me. “Please I need you so bad, you can work again after. I promise I’ll leave you alone.” He said pleadingly.

I sighed before spinning my chair around to face him. “Pull your jeans down.” I ordered, tapping his thigh. Matt’s eyes lit up as he instinctively unzipped his jeans, pulling his boxers down as well.

I slowly pumped his rock hard dick, before swirling my tongue lazily around his leaky tip.

His lips parted as incoherent words left his lips, his hands rested on the back of my head as he slowly threaded them through my hair.

“Your mouth feels so good around me,” he whimpered as he neared the edge of his release already.

I picked up the pace, bobbing my head up and down his length as my manicured nails raked up his thighs.

“Thank you so much.” He moaned, throwing his head back as he finally got the sexual relief he longed for.

I smiled softly, swallowing his load as I spun my chair back around and immediately returned to my online work.

3. ✮ ‘clingy! Matt when you guys are watching a film.’

Me and Matt where sat on the couch watching a movie he had desperately begged me to watch.

Well I was watching the movie, Matt was currently begging me to cuddle with him.

“C’mon then,” I giggled, opening my arms invitingly.

His eyes lit up as he immediately moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

“Hey I thought you wanted to watch this film, hm?” I added looking down at him. “I did but I also wanted to cuddle.” He mumbled into the crook of my neck.

I turned my focus back to the film, Matt on the other hand didn’t, he eventually fell asleep his face still pressed into the crook of my neck.

4. ✮ ‘needy! Matt when he wants to make you feel good’ -

His hips gently thrust against mine as I throw my head back and let out a moan.

“Makin me feel so good, baby.” I praise him in which causes him to let out a loud moan as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. My manicured nails raked up him back, as I pressed down making small crescent moon indents on his skin.

“M’so close.” I moaned, the band in my stomach getting ready to snap at any given moment. “Please cum, wanna know how good I’m making you feel.” He whimpered, his hips snapping against mine.

“Mph- shit I’m cumming.” I moaned, my legs quivering as they tightened around Matt’s waist. As soon as I came, Matt let out a loud groan releasing ribbons of white inside my gummy walls.

5. ✮ ‘clingy! Matt when you’re both laying down for a nap’ -

Matt nuzzled his face into my chest, breathing in my scent. I nuzzled my own face into the pillow under my head as I slowly closed my eyes.

“Y/n..” Matt whispered, tugging at my his t-shirt. “Hm?” I said half-asleep and half-awake. “C..can I?” He asked tugging on the T-shirt even more.

I slowly nodded my head in my sleepy state as he pulled my T-shirt just high enough so he could latch his mouth around my hardening nipple.

“mmm, night.” He mumbled against my chest. “Night, baby.” I whispered, closing my eyes as I slowly fell asleep.

He eagerly suckled on my nipple as his eyes fluttered shut and he eventually fell into a deep slumber, his lips parting as they released my nipple from his grasp.

6. ✮ ‘Clingy! Matt when he desperately doesn’t want to stop eating you out.’ -

I gently tugged on Matt’s soft, brunette locks as he swirled his tongue around my sensitive clit.

I had came a few times already but Matt was desperate for more.

He lapped and sucked at my sensitive bundle of nerves causing me to let out more and more moans.

My sounds were like music to his ears as he eagerly continued.

His hips rutted against the mattress, trying the soothe the sexual ache in his pants as he devoured me like his last meal.

“G..gonna cum.” I moan, my eyes fluttering shut as my legs began closing around Matt’s head.

Once I had realised I was practically squeezing Matt’s head I unclenched my legs.

He looked up at me, his mouth covered in my juices, that lazy smile that I loved so dearly portrayed on his face before he dived straight back in between my thighs.

A/N: I will confess I’ve never written head cannons in my life, so if these eat ass I’m sorry 😪

Tag list: @junnniiieee07 @mattyb4dominicans @imwetforyourmom @stasiesturn @sturnthepot

[hoesformatt]

CUFFED

matt smut, I’VE BEEN FEELING FREAKY DEAKY (doja cat ref) + get ready for the pussy to pulse + I WROTE THIS WITHIN 24 HOURS CAN I GER AN APPLAUSE

sub!matt • poc!reader friendly

contains: SUBMISSIVE (I mean it) MATT, pet names, mommy kink, matt x tutor, oral (m!receiving), handjobs, fingering, riding, spitting, choking, hair pulling, cuffs, titty sucking, no use of y/n

word count: 1.8k (my longest yet)

semi-proofread ✍🏾

Matt stacked up the textbooks on the table and I sighed at the sight of the tower he had made with them. “Do I really have to study all of this” I rolled my eyes, watching Matt pace around the room. “You ask that at the start of every session, the answer never changes.”

I had to take tutoring because I was kind of flunking my university classes and it was only the first semester of my first year. My parents made me take these sessions since they paid for my 4 years.

Half of the time, the sessions sucked. I hated studying for hours at a time and writing all my assignments by hand. The other half of the time, I was too busy staring at my tutor, he is just too cute.

His brow-line glasses that sat up on his perfect nose, the dorky button-ups he wore that only looked good on him, sometimes I just wanted to kiss his cheek. Matt would get antsy and blush whenever our skin would touch but he would always move away ‘to keep professional’ or whatnot, what’s so bad with a little handjob or a quickie?

“Alright, are you ready to start? This assignment is due in 3 days” He pulled out his seat beside me and I was already regretting not taking an edible right before this. “Yeah whatever,” Matt looked up at me, unamused, flipping through the textbook and finding the right pages.

A whole hour went by and everything that Matt was teaching me was going through one ear and out the other. “Ok, I can tell you don’t care what I’m teaching you” He folds the book together and it makes a loud clap sound and pushes the notes and other things to the side.

He was clearly annoyed by my behaviour and I just wanted a reaction from him, or what’s in his pants. I might be a little wrong for trying to bone my tutor instead of learning but this was my way of fun.

Matt lifted himself from his seat to go on his way into my kitchen, “I’m kinda hungry” He opened my fridge, examining everything in there before closing it again with can of Dr. Pepper. He ran his hand through his hair, leaning on the kitchen counter and I couldn’t help but adore the boy.

“Do you have anything to eat?” My mind strayed to inappropriate thoughts and they lingered in my brain until he cleared his throat. I opened my snack drawer and my tutor was enlightened by the amount of food. “Take what you need,” Sitting back on my seat, I closed my thighs together tight because everything he seems to do was so… Attractive.

Especially his hands, the way he would play with his pen… I wanted him to play with me in that way.

I was thinking that I could kill two birds with one stone, getting Matt to do my assignment and getting him to cum in me.

“Matthew, c’mere” He was alarmed by the way I used his full name and his cheeks turned red almost instantly.

The chair he sat at was so far away and I needed him close to me “How do you expect to learn or read the textbooks when you’re that far?” Matt pushed his chair towards me, nibbling his lip as he was in close proximity to me.

“Where we left off?” I nodded, not even paying attention to what he was talking about. A few minutes went by and Matt showed me one of the picture examples and pointed at it. While I leaned in, I placed my hand on his thigh, sitting in closer.

He bit his bottom lip, leaning back and putting down the book after I saw it. My hand never moved and I could tell by his expression that he was fighting the fact that he liked it.

It had gone quiet as caressed his thigh, inching closer to his crotch and he just watched, being more relaxed by the second. Matt’s eyes were glued to my clevage, taking off my top in his head.

I applied pressure to his cock, groping his tent and instantly, a high-pitched whimper escaped his lips and one of his hands slapped over his mouth and the other around on my hand. He gazed up at me, waiting for me to repeat my actions.

“Do you want me to touch you, Matthew” I asked for consent, “Y-yes,” He answered hesitantly with his head tipped down. I gripped the hair at the back of his head pulling up his head “Talk to me nicely,” I teased “Yes p-please,” I let go, satisfied.

“Take your jeans off” Ordering Matt, he immediately unzipped his jeans, dropping them to his ankles and he was about to remove his briefs but I stopped him.

Reaching out to hold his hardened length, his girth was amazing and I fondled with his length. When I found his tip and rubbed it relentlessly, earning whiny moans from him, he jerked around in his seat, gripping the table.

“Mhmm-more” Matt thrusted upwards, craving more friction between us, his whimpers were music to my ear as he never stopped making those noises. I giggled a bit at how much of a pathetic mess he was and I haven’t even touched him raw.

The brunettes’ cheeks were a bright pink and I pulled on the band on his boxers, peering in to see his tip was a similar color. He begged me to touch his raw dick, practically humping my hand, out of breath. Pressing my cheek against his bulge, it was fun to see his face twist from pleasure to impatience. “Fuck! Just touch me! Please touch me!” His inappropriate outburst took me aback.

“Get in the room and sit up on the bed and I’ll touch you,” Matt took off his pants fully, taking himself to my room and leaping on my bed with his legs open.

He ignored the cuffs that were on each side of my bed and when I entered my room I held a silk blindfold. Matt gaped up at me as I unlatched one of my handcuffs “Give me your wrists” he looked at me worriedly, raising him arm to give it to me.

I clicked the cuffs on, checking if they weren’t too tight and I did the same to the other wrist. I made sure the only thing Matt could touch were the bars of my baseboard, “I’m gonna tell you this one time, you do not yell at me, you hear me.”I slipped off his glasses, getting a good look at his sky eyes before tying the knot of his blindfold.

Impairing his most important senses, stripped the boy of his restraining briefs and his cock flew out. I etched every part of his perfect length in my head from his rubbed-off pink tip to his long, thick length, that I dragged my tongue on.

I stuffed his shaft into my mouth, deep-throating his length before pulling it out and spitting on it. “You like that?” Matt's grip on the baseboard bars tightens as he moans out loudly. You could hear sheer pleasure in every moan and gasp as I sucked his length.

“Y-yes—oh fuck... f-faster,” His body starts to squirm “M-mhh…” I stroked the end of his shaft that couldn’t fit in my mouth, squeezing and stimulating the cum out of him “Are you gonna cum?” I teased Matt while I smiled at him with a twisted pleasure face. I watched his squirm on the bed, cuffed to the bed and unable to see me work on him.

Matt nods, as he can't speak from all the pleasure. He moans loudly, thrusting his hips into your mouth, and with a final moan, he reaches his climax. “Oh fuck— oh shit!” He pumps his load into my mouth. “You’re such a good boy for me.”

He nodded once again and Matt blushed hard at your words, but he was still riding the high of his climax. I straddled him and he tried to fight the tight cuffs, he wanted to touch me badly, trying to control his breathing as he felt my wet cunt against his shaft.

I began to bounce on his cock, slowly removing my top so my tits could fall in his face. I put my nipple in his mouth “Suck baby” Matt complied, sucking on it softly, before nibbling gently.

As I rode him harder, his breathing became harsher, trying to hold back a moan. “Oh fuck yes Matt, suck harder” I rode his harder, making sure all of his inches fit inside my heat, I watched his length disappear within me. Matt nodded while he sucked harder on your nipple, leaving a small hickey on my skin.

Matt moaned, pleading for me to take off the cuffs and the blindfold. He tried to steady himself as he felt the pleasurable sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me. Loosening the tie of the blindfold, I removed it from his head and he was met with my breasts bouncing in his face.

“Do you deserve to have the cuffs taken off, baby?” I sat on his length, completely taking every inch of him inside my wet walls, enjoying the feeling of him throb inside. “Yes I deserve it, yes, yes I do—,” Matt was so fucked out he could barely make sentences.

The sounds of the cuffs un-clicking put Matt to ease and as soon as they were removed, he groped my ass, sliding me down upon his lap. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Matt threw his head back exposing his adam’s apple.

“Lemme cum, mommy I need to cum” He cupped my breasts in his warm hands putting them in his mouth again and sending vibrations down my nipple with his moans. My eyes rolled back aggressively and the sounds of the bed creaking got louder.

Our moans were uncontrollable and every time his tip hit my g-spot, my orgasm came closer. “Are you gonna cum with me baby?”

“Yes, yes, yes—Shit!” I felt Matt ejaculate in me, glazing my walls while my cum mixed with his coated his shaft and with my liquids. When I lifted up, to pull his cock out, my ass and his thighs were covered in our cum along with my bedsheets.

“Your dick is so good I might not make you write my assignments.”

tags: @lunariaxzz @chrissturniolosbitch @leahsbussy @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @idkwhosnyla @zayyluvz @i8kth @nonamegirlxsturniolo @mattssluttygf @78yaz @love4chris @mattslutt @nickgetsmewetter @hearts4chriss @thenickgirl @jnkvivi @cottoncandyswisherz @imaslut4kehlani @babyddolly @carvedtits @chaossturns @conspiracy-ash @kriissy4gov

[eternaldecisions]

NOTHING MATTERS BUT YOU. — Chris Sturniolo.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ PAIRING. Bestfriend!Chris & Fem!Reader.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ SUMMARY: Since ever Chris and his brothers careeer sky rocketed, he was more away from you, slightly forgetting about you, after 2 months after you saw him, he comes back home.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ WARNINGS: Angst to Fluff, cursing, jealousy??

A/N - A cute little fic before dropping mym 2, AND matt girls don’t give up on me I got 2 fics coming for him! and this been sitting on my drafts; just changed a little.

You belong to me tonight

Hold me while I cry (hold me while I cry)

Swimming underneath moonlight

Taken by the tide (taken by the tide)

2 months, 43 minutes, 16 seconds that Chris left, the exact time approaching as you saw him leaving with his bags thru the door.

It physically changed you, you weren’t close to him, you didn’t hear his stupid 5th grade jokers, or his all fucked up humor.

You missed him.

You knew he was out there living his dream with Matt and Nick, and you were happy for him, you certainly wasn’t mad because you knew he always wanted that life.

As he was probably meeting new people, collaborating with new influencers or even new friends, you were there rotting in your bed, keeping up with all his fanpages and even the sturnioloteam, to see what he was up to.

Currently he was at the last day of summer smash, as he was onstage with Lil Skies, you were overjoyed, since you knew he was a fan of Lil Skies almost his whole life, you cheered that moment from a far.

FLASHBACK.

“Do you promise to never ever leave Boston?” Your 7 year old says, as you help Chris do a sand castle as he softly giggles.

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise!” You say a bit loudly interlocking pinkies with him, melodies of laughter leaving both of your lips.

“I’m never leaving sunshine.”

FLASHBACKS ENDED.

“I’m never leaving sunshine.”

That’s what he said.

You and him were only kids, but promises are never broken.

How much you would die to be any of his L.A friends to be by his side, and feels his touch as he used to hit you playfully, or sending you the most unfunny tik toks knew to a human.

How much you missed him.

But you couldn’t change the day he was leaving, even if you had a time machine you knew that either way he will end up leaving.

But you still wait for him.

“Do you think he will ever comeback?” You utter, you decided to visit Marylou and Jimmy, to make some company, because you were aware that they felt the same, they missed them too, not only someone like you.

“Honey, they are not gonna be in Los Angeles all the time, they have family here and I know that they also miss you.” She says taking your hand in hers running her thumb over your knuckles.

“I know but they become so distant ever sinc-“

“Yes, I’m aware of that, but it is their dream, and we are here to support them, but did really Chris have not been texting you? because he is calling me all those 2 months they are out of Massachusetts.”

“Yes, but-“ You’re cut off by the sound of a heavy door knock, it could be Jimmy that was im the garden, and forgot the keys, or could also be anyone, or even the neighbor next door asking for sugar.

“I’ll get it honey.”

She utters, walking away to the door, opening, as you see the same three faces you saw 2 months ago.

It was them.

Nick,Matt,Chris with the bags in their hands, with the most looked tired faces known to a human.

Marylou soft gasping as she hugs them, pulling them to a soft embrace, you stand there in the kitchen counter the scene unfolding right in your face.

“I was just talking about you all, oh, wait here I need to go get your dad.” She comments, as the biggest smile is planted on her face, Nick and Matt following her.

But not Chris, Chris didn’t move a bit, his eyes darted out of Matt and Nick, as landed on you, his dead blue gaze looking right at yours, he knew the shit he did, and he also knew you were going to be here either way.

“Hey..” He says, taking his bags inside before dropping them on the floor walking closely to you, you didn’t knew if you wanted to cry or scream at him, or maybe both.

“It’s been two months.”

“I know, fuck, I know the shit I did, and I shouldn’t done it and leave you behind, I shouldn’t had disappeared out of your life, I should had left you at least a text, I know that, and I’m extremely sorry.”

He has the most soft and apologetic look in his face, like he was a lost puppy looking for a owner, you feel the same feeling you felt for the last two months, tears starting to fill your camp of vision.

“Why did you do that? you promised me you would never leave me, sunshine.”

A guilty sensation in him aches his heart, the old childish nickname being used, he looks at your teary brown eyes, as he softly brings his hand to clean the watery drop in your cheek.

His arms quickly find your waist pulling you to a soft embrace, you had the guts to wanting to pull him away and yell at his face for all the shit he put you thru, but at the same time you missed his touch, and you always melted.

Your arms find his neck, wrapping around it, as you sob quietly in his arms, the feeling of having him close to you again, the feeling you missed for this long time.

“I’m sorry, sunshine.”

A/N - rah this is ass 😭😭

taglist: @fawnchives @et6rnalsun @mattscoquette @carvedtits @xoxo4chrisss @lanas-doll @hazelsbottom @starlace111 comment here to be on the taglist. :)

[chrissturniolosbiggestslut]

BRATTY BITCH

┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐

in which:

chris fucks your attitude out of you in the bathroom, nick and matt in the room just next door.

warnings: dom!chris, sub!reader, p in v, unprotected sex ( boooo wrap it before you tap it), pure filthhh, degrading, praising, oral (m receiving), creampie, slight breeding kink

**NOT PROOFREAD**

└───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚┘

it wasn't often that you and chris had arguments. however it was often that you and chris would have a huge fucking attitude on the same day. seeing that you and chris both were on the sassy, petty side of things, disagreements tended to spike when one or both of you were having a bad day.

though something about today was different, the way you and chris continued to shoot bitter and snarky remarks back and forth ticked you off just as much as it did him. but this time it set another something off inside of you; lust, desire.

as odd as it felt, the venom in chris's harsh words and the deep set appearance of his eyes and brows while he stared at you in annoyance caused a familiar warmth to grow between your legs. 

there was nothing you could do about it now, though, as you and chris were streaming on twitch, accompanied by nick and matt. you knew exactly what you were doing, constantly flashing him the "fuck me" eyes was your favorite thing to do right now. but as much as you appeared to want him, you only continued to shoot disses at him.

"im sorry this stream isn't giving as hard as it should be," nick begins, "y/n and chris have been bitching and complaining all day and like hate each other today so the vibes are a little off!" he states sassily, dramatically side-eyeing you and then chris before returning the attention to the game him and matt were in the middle of. 

thinking about what nick said, you smirk and turn your body so your back is rested against the couch's armrest. you pull your legs up toward your chest so that you just barely clothed pussy is on display for chris at the other end of the couch, it only covered by the thin sleep shorts you're wearing and nothing more.

chris looks in your eyes, down between your legs, then back up into your eyes. you couldn't help but notice the shift of his hips and the darkening of his eyes once he met your eyes again. you smirked once more, biting your lip and looking away. 

chris has finally had enough, glancing at nick and matt to ensure that the stream won't be able to see his massive boner when he walks by before making his way, grabbing you harshly by the wrist and dragging you into the bathroom just outside his room.

he slams and locks the door behind you both, immediately locking his dark eyes to yours. "you think you're fucking funny, hm?" he questions, his expression dripping in annoyance, anger, but most prominently, lust. 

you shrug, "i think i am, yeah." 

"who the fuck do you think you are, running your mouth all day with that big ass attitude?" he questions eyeing your body up and down. you watch as the print in his sweats grows, and you almost laugh.

you smile in amusement, "you act like you weren't doing the same fucking thing! ignoring me every time i tried to be nice and actually help you with something, really?" you sigh, "i mean it's seriously just unbelievably how-"

your rant is cut short when you're slammed against the bathroom door with a thud and suddenly, chris's lips are on yours. as much as you hate to admit it, you immediately gave into the kiss, answering it with so much desire and neediness in you.

feeling chris's hands squeeze on your ass, you gasp, apparently giving chris an invitation to shove his tongue down your throat, deepening the makeout even further. 

you clasp your hands behind his neck, kissing him harsh as you feel his hands leave your ass and instead slip your tiny shorts off of your body. his hands glide down your ass to your dripping pussy, gliding a finger through your slit, eliciting a soft whimper from your lips. 

you feel him pull his lips from yours as he stands up straight. "c'mon baby, put that stupid little mouth to use, yeah?" he states, fiddling with the waist of his sweats before pulling them down and kicking them off at the ankles, soon removing his shirt as well.

you oblige, sinking to your knees desperately, feeling a twist in your lower stomach as more time goes by without him inside of you. 

he lets you do the honors of ripping his boxers down, letting his huge, hard dick spring out from under them. he kicks those off too, leaving him completely naked. you stroke him a few times before kitten licking his tip, causing his head to be thrown back as he leans against the counter. 

"we don't have all fucking night, bitch, let's go," he spits as he pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail. 

you look up at him through your lashes, stuffing his cock down your throat. "oh shit," he whimpers softly, pushing your head down harshly, forcing you to take all 9 inches of him in your mouth.

you gag, spit dripping down your chin and into your shirt, onto your tits, however you didn't care one bit. instead, you took your hands off from chris's thighs and pulled the top of your tank down, causing your plump tits to pop from your shirt as you continued to suck chris off.

"yeah you do it so fucking well baby, jesus," he shoves you down profusely, your gags and tears constant as you look up at him, pleading for a break. he, of course, ignores you.

you moan against him, sending vibrations down his cock, eliciting yet another moan from him. "oh goddamnit baby. oh shit im finna fucking cum."

his motions sped up and got more intense, the hand in your hair pushing you down so hard that it was starting to hurt your nose, but at the same time, you loved it.

chris moans one last time, throwing his head back as his hot, white cum shoots down your throat, you immediately swallowing it all. chris looks down at you, satisfied. you stare  back up at him, sticking your tongue out just to show him how you drank up all of his cum.

he smirks, "such a fucking cumslut for me, hm? yeah, bend over for me, baby. you're gonna fucking feel this shit."

you do just as he says, bending yourself over the counter. you soon feel a cold hand press against your back, arching your fat ass up even more. 

"so fucking beautiful," you hear chris mutter, as he slaps his dick against your pussy before lining himself up. "such a shame your such a goddamn brat," he states, violently shoving his huge cock up your dripping wet pussy. 

your eyes roll back, loving his huge size. almost instantly, you begin to moan unstoppably. you were drunk on his dick so fast it was almost insane.

"shit," he groans, slapping your ass harshly, "you fucking love my cock, don't you, bitch?" he grits, pounding into you harder.

you moan loudly, "oh fuck! yes, god daddy i love it so much." you feel his tip brush against your cervix, his hard thrusts doing things to you.

"how do you feel, hm? you're such a fucking little slut, moaning my name so loud when my brothers; your bestfriends are right in my room next door. you must want them to hear me fucking you, huh? you want them to see what a slutty bitch you are for me," he spanks you once again.

you did, in fact, love it, to say the least. the feeling of him filling you up was probably one of the best feelings you've had. and the way he slapped your ass was something you could dream of. the sting that went through you hurt so good. all you wanted was more.

chris's thrusts got harsher, your insides surely bruised at this point. "god, you take me so fucking good, baby. you love being split open on me, yeah? you're so cockdrunk, its pathetic," he spits, placing a hand on your stomach just to feel the bulge of him inside you. "feel that, love? feel how deep in your stomach i am?"

you moan the loudest you have all night, his intense dirty talking getting you so good. "oh god, daddy i love your cock so much; fuck it feels amazing."

he smirks behind you, "yeah, i know it does- shit!" he moans, "im close, baby."

you whimper as chris slaps your ass once more, leaving a bright red handprint, "me too, oh my!"

his hands move from your hair and back to your hips, giving him a better grip to pound you as hard as he has all night, lifting screams from the back of your throat.

"you gon' let me cum inside you, slut? let me feel you up with my fucking kids, yeah?"

you moan, "yes, chris! oh shit im cumming! fuck!" you shout, letting yourself go all over him as he did the same inside you. he thrusts a few more times, fucking his cum into you.

he pulls out, leaning against the counter next to you, the two of you panting heavily. 

while you're still left collecting yourself, chris is already almost finished getting dressed. he opens the door, leaving you there; all fucked out with his cum dripping down your legs. he looks you up and down with a smirk, meeting your eyes again before saying, "maybe think about it next time before you act like a little brat all day."  with that, you hear him greet his brothers once more as you still sit there in disbelief. how could he get you so good, then just… leave?. but damn, that shit felt good.

[chrissv4mp]

— I COULD CHANGE YOUR LIFE -

chap 1 , get that girl. — | — ...back — | — next...

summary: the interaction at the diner hasn't left his thoughts, and chris just can't help himself when it comes to your beautiful presence, so he follows you home.

pairing: stalker!chris sturniolo × singer!reader

warnings + topics: cursing, stalking, murder, weapons, blood, obsessive behavior, suggestive moments, breaking & entering, crying, arguments, chris is crazy, choking, drowning, first person, second person, etc. more than half of these topics are mentioned in later chapters.

author's note: if the person reading this is sensitive to any of the topics listed above, please do not read this. i am not responsible for your own media consumption, and will not change any aspect of the story for your own pleasure. (this will be the last time i will state this, please scroll if you're not comfortable.)

author's note 2: he's giving joe goldberg!! this chapter is written mainly in 1st person, & the first half is chris' perspective! i'll clarify that throughout the story.

author's note 3: you guys are getting this a little earlier because i couldn't wait to post it🗣🗣

word count: 2.8k

why are you walking home alone, y/n? it's not safe out here, especially late at night. what if some creep tries to attack you? i know you're smarter than that.

and you're on your phone, clearly unaware of what's going on around you. you're lucky i'm here to keep you safe. i'll always be.

i reach behind my back, grabbing my hood to throw it over my head. if she saw that i was the one following her, she probably wouldn't watch me anymore. she would think i'm a weirdo.

i hear her laugh, and god, i wish that sound could just repeat in my head for a lifetime. it's such a sweet, soft sound, just like her personality. sweet.

"jamie, don't be such a dick. you know the deadline is coming soon and we have to finish the album." i hear her say, and i can't help but flinch at the sudden noise.

who is she talking to? who is jamie, and why is he being a dick to her? nobody should ever even speak a filthy word to her let alone treat her badly, she's such an angel.

her head turns, and i finally get a glimpse of her earbuds. she can't hear me. no wonder why she hasn't turned back every time i step on the gravelly sidewalk. it's such an annoying sound, always calling me out.

y/n sighs, rubbing her temple with one hand as her free one holds the phone up to her ear, "it's like you don't even care if we descend the charts! maybe ask yourself why you're doing this before you go and screw everything up."

she's tense, i can tell from the way she groans under her breath. i can hear jamie's voice, it's quiet but i can make out what he's saying.

something about rerecording background vocals and going over lyrics again. then, he says something inaudible, and now y/n is on video call with him.

she taps a button, and now i can hear him loud and clear, "just listen to this, it really needs some touch-ups."

i can see his face from the way y/n is holding her phone, and suddenly his eyebrows furrow and he looks directly at me.

the music pauses, and y/n stops in her tracks. she's in the middle of the crosswalk, and i'm just a few feet behind her.

"y/n... who is that?" my eyes widen as i realize he's talking about me. she only laughs nervously, shrugging the uncomfortable feeling off.

don't look back, "stop fucking around and just show me the chorus." she huffs out, another laugh leaving her plump lips.

his eyes are still on me through that screen, and i just continue to walk, hoping that my cover won't be blown.

"no, y/n, look behind you. there's a man following you!" he finally yells, and i curse under my breath as i hear y/n's breathing pick up.

her head whips around, and that's when i panic. fuck, why did her house have to be so far away? damn you, jamie.

my first thought is to just rush her, tackle her to the floor and throw her phone on the ground, but i don't because that would result in hurting her. so, i take the second best option, running to my right and into some bushes.

i hear y/n scream from behind me, and then i hear her footsteps finally run off the crosswalk and across the street. my foot gets caught on a stick, and i fall face first into the dirt.

my knees hit the ground, and i groan at the sharp pain of rocks on my flesh. my hands sunk into the mud beneath me, getting the hem of my sweatshirt sleeves dirty, "dude, what the fuck?"

i stand up again, shaking my hands out in front of me in hopes of getting the mud off. some of it does, and a small amount of damage is repaired, but there's still cuts and bruises forming on my lower half.

my eyes wander, looking down at my bloodied knees. why did i even wear jorts today? it's boston, it's not supposed to be hot after 6 pm.

my hands clench into fists, and anger begins to boil under my skin. it feels like it's 90° now, snd i just want to punch something. why do my plans always fucking fail? no matter what i do, the outcome is horrible.

not this time. no, i'm not gonna let this silly little thing mess up my plan. this is just a setback, and there's always downs in life, don't let it get the best of you, chris.

"breathe." i mutter, closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths. i wish matt was here, he would know what to do. he would console me and tell me everything's gonna be alright.

he would tell me to keep going, get the girl. and that's exactly what i'm gonna do, whether jamie likes it or not. because this is just a minor setback, nothing will stop me from getting y/n. no one will stop me.

"you're starrin' in my dreams,

in magazines,"

it's the next day, and now matt is dabbing the large cut on me with a cotton ball. the hydrogen peroxide stings, and i flinch as he puts a bit more pressure.

"matt!" i groan, reaching for his hand. he swats mine away, looking up into my eyes with a stern expression.

i shut my mouth and just look away, trying not to focus on the pain too much as my brother pushes it against my knee. i hear him let out a long sigh, and then my attention is back on him.

he gives me a knowing look, and then he speaks, "what'd you do this time?" my eyebrows furrow in offense. i never do anything, it's not always my fault.

i scoff, looking around at anything but matt. how could i explain that i was following the love of my life, that doesn't know she's the love of my life yet, home, and then got caught and threw myself into some bushes? he would think i'm a maniac, and that's the last thing i want my older brother to think of me as.

"i tripped on a crack in the sidewalk. it was hugeee, matt, you really should've seen it." way to go, chris, that's so believable.

he shrugs, a smile coming to his face as he laughs, "i'm not even surprised." that was very believable, chris. way to go!

"not surprised is crazy." nick chimes in, and both mine and matt's heads whip up in the direction of his voice.

he's leaning against the door frame of my bedroom, a smug smirk on his face as he squints his eyes to see my knees better, "wow, chris, who pushed you off the slide?"

i just flip him off, they're treating me like a child. i'm smarter than that, i'm tougher than the both of them. well, maybe not nick, but i'm close!

"actually go choke." i groan, throwing myself back against the mattress as disappointment washes over me. if i had just thought before i followed y/n then maybe i would know where she lived, and whoever the fuck jamie is. such a snitch.

matt peels the plastic seal from the bandaid, and then he sticks it onto the cut on my knee. he inhales sharply before getting to his feet again, "alright, you're fine now. take the bandaid off when it stop bleeding, 'kay?"

i only hum in response, my emotions all over the place and getting the best of me. this entire situation is so idiotic and childish, i don't need a bandaid.

nick walks out after matt, making sure to shut the door. wow, he's finally learned after all the times i've scolded him about not closing it.

there's still mud in the crevices between my fingers and under my nails. it's uncomfortable in more than one way. i just want the memory of that night to be gone, erased from my memory for my entire life.

but i'm not ever gonna forget it, and it's gonna be hard to forget when the girl i want is a constant reminder of that incident. it's whatever, though. in the end it will pay off, all the things i'll do for her attention will pay off. i know it will.

my feet begin to swing as they dangle off the edge of my bed, and then they hit something. i finally sit up straight, looking down at where my feet are planted. the box, that box full of magazines and letters, prints and various drawings of y/n.

i look toward my door before grabbing the box and placing it on my bed softly. my fingers hook under the top, and it falls to the side, revealing your face on the covers of multiple magazines.

i never missed a day when rolling stone, variety, and even vogue came out with new magazines that featured y/n on the covers and in all of the pages inside. i even bought some that had her on only a single page, then i cut them out and threw it in here.

nobody could call themselves y/n's biggest fan with me still alive. they don't know her like i do, even if we just met for the first time on—no, even if we just reconnected for the first time in forever yesterday.

"pretty girl." i whisper. even if she can't hear, i know she knows that. she's the prettiest girl in the world, who wouldn't compliment her?

i grab the first magazine, my eyes darting all around her beautiful body and facial features before putting it to the side and admiring the next one. it should be a crime to be this gorgeous, she shouldn't even be allowed outside.

what if something happens to the girl? her security wouldn't care, but i would. the things i'd do for that girl i can't even explain. i don't need her love for that, though, because i can just protect her even when she's not watching. i need her love because that is the only thing that keeps me going.

her interviews where she says how much she loves and appreciates her fans, that keeps me going. that night at the diner when she said she watched my videos, oh, that's gonna keep me up for a long time.

who would've known that night would take a turn because i sure didn't. i thought it would go smoothly and that i would make it all the way to her home, surprise her. but no, it went horribly all because of that fucking dipshit jamie.

he's the one who ruined our romantic walk, he's the one who ruined my chances of getting her to fall for me. jamie ruined everything, and fuck, i just want to strangle him until his head pops. i just want to watch him as he gets ruined, as his life gets ruined in front of the entire world.

i don't even realize that i'm crushing a page of her magazine until i hear a crunch, and now suddenly, i'm back in my room as i stare at her beautiful, crushed face. panic spikes in my heart, and my free hand comes up in an effort to smoothen down the paper like it was before. no, this was a special magazine, it couldn't be ruined.

my breathing hitches, and i huff out as i just throw it back into the box. my hand reaches for the other one, and i place it gently atop of the crumpled paper before closing the box and setting it under my bed again.

i kick it further under the bed frame until i hear it hit the wall with a quiet thud, and then i let out a breath that i didn't know i'd been holding in. i'm letting my anger get a hold of me again, just like it almost did last night.

"deep breaths, chris. just breath." i tell myself, grabbing the sheets and running my thumbs along the fabric as i breath in through my nose and out through my mouth.

if i let anger get the best of me i'll ruin my plan for y/n, and then she'll never want to speak to me or even see me again.

"you're looking right at me."

pov = second person...

you smile at the boy across from you, giggling at the stupid knock knock joke he had just told you, "that wasn't even funny, it's just your laugh, jamie!"

he scoffs in faux offense, putting a hand to his chest as he takes a sip of his coffee. before speaking again, he swallows, "don't try to convince yourself that i'm not the funniest guy you've ever met."

you only roll your eyes at the blond, looking away from him to admire your surroundings. you and your producer came to this small coffee shop to talk about work and how you both needed to finish the last few songs on your upcoming album before the deadline, and now here you were, laughing at his jokes.

jamie felt like a brother to you, being there for all your highs and lows all throughout these past few years as you grew on the charts. he was always by your side, protecting you from crazy fans and even crazier haters. jamie also treated you like a member of his family, and he said that he'd protect you with his life.

the laughing dies down, and then you hear him sigh. your head turns to look at the boy again, and his eyes meet yours in an instant, "i hope you're being safe out there, y/n. seriously."

your face contorted into a look of happiness and maybe even guilt as you tilted your head, "i promise you i am."

"what about last night, then? you could've gotten kidnapped if it wasn't for me pointing out that creep. he was most definitely following you home, y/n!" he exclaimed, quiet enough that nobody else could hear but loud enough that only you could.

a look of worry was on his face, an expression that you hadn't seen that much of lately. he really was scared for you, especially in the last few months. you were growing in popularity fast, climbing up the charts every week or so.

at your silence, jamie exhaled, "sorry for snapping, you just... you keep me on my toes at all times, and sometimes i don't know what to say." he gives a smile full of sympathy before he takes another sip of his coffee.

you nod, eyes wandering again as you mutter, "it's okay." you knew all he wanted was the best for you, "i should've just gone to liv's apartment. the walk to my place was further than i thought."

your eyes darted all over the small plaza, looking around at all of the different people that walked by. one person in particular caught your eye, and you stared for just a little longer.

chris stared right back at you, hair covering his face along with his black fresh love hoodie. he found you again, and this time he wasn't gonna fuck up.

he saw the way your eyebrows furrowed even from the fountain across from the cafe, and he laughed at your concentrated look. you were trying to figure out who that was.

the brunette couldn't lie, he was a bit jealous of your producer. i mean, he was sitting right across from you and making you laugh. chris should be the guy who makes you laugh!

he'd been watching no less than 15 minutes as you both chatted, cheeks flushing at your perfect smile and beautiful, silky hair that fell over your shoulder just right.

maybe his obsession had grown after that night, but he wasn't some deranged stalker who tracked your every move. that would be insane, and chris would never put himself under that category. maybe.

chris cursed as jamie's head turned in the direction of chris, and the brunette just turned and quickly walked away. his brothers were probably wondering where he was, and the vlog would have to be scrapped if only 2 of them were in it.

jamie's eyebrows furrowed again, and he stood up and quickly grabbed your hand, "we're going, y/n. now."

as he dragged you out of the cafe, you couldn't help but think. who was that mystery guy? was he the guy from last night? why was he following you?

you had so many questions, and yet there were no answers to any of them. not quite yet, anyway. you were gonna have to wait for the right time, and chris had the whole thing planned out already. you'd just have to be patient.

comment to be on the series taglist!

@livialifesblog @fratbrochrisgf @spideylovin @1800-love-me @ginswife

@strnlxlqve @joemamaaa42069 @mirioosos @ladyy-whistle-d0wn @snowysosturn

@dej4vhs @zayyluvz @slut4chriss @h3arts4harry @str4wberryk1ss3s

@riasturns @yurpppppy @nwlluvsturnsstars17 @asimp4chris @byneptunee

@ilove2021chris

[alyrasturnz]

i need an angsty matt "i miss you im sorry" fic from you!

I MISS YOU I’M SORRY {{ matt sturniolo }}

summary — matt and y/n, in the heat of a fierce argument, carelessly discarded their relationship as if it held no significance. it was only in the quiet moments of absence and longing that they came to understand the true value of what they had lost.

— angst (happy ending)

warnings :: smashing plates?

a/n ,, i forgot to post and ended up playing imsg games 😁

the apartment, once a haven of shared dreams and whispered promises, now felt like a battlefield scarred by countless unspoken words and unresolved conflicts.

the air was thick with a palpable tension, a suffocating weight that had been accumulating over days, weeks, perhaps even months. each corner of the room seemed to echo with the ghosts of happier times, now overshadowed by the looming presence of inevitable change.

you stood by the kitchen counter, your hands trembling slightly as you tried to steady yourself. the cool surface beneath your fingertips offered little comfort, a stark contrast to the storm raging within.

every breath felt labored, each heartbeat echoing like a drum in the silence, as if the very walls were closing in, bearing witness to your inner turmoil. the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions pressed down on you, making the simple act of standing a monumental task. "matt, we need to talk about this. we can't keep pretending everything is fine."

matt paced the room, his frustration palpable. each step he took seemed to reverberate through the floorboards, a testament to the storm brewing inside him. his movements were restless, almost frantic, as if he were a caged animal seeking an escape.

the furrow in his brow deepened with every pass, and his clenched fists betrayed the intensity of his inner struggle. the air around him crackled with unspoken tension, a silent cry for resolution in a world that seemed to offer none. "talk? what good is talking, you? we've been talking for months, and look where it's gotten us!" his voice was a mixture of anger and desperation.

your eyes welled up with tears, but you refused to let them fall. the sting of unshed tears blurred your vision, creating a shimmering veil that only heightened the emotional turmoil within.

each blink was a battle, a desperate attempt to maintain composure in the face of overwhelming sorrow. the lump in your throat grew tighter, a silent testament to the strength it took to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to break free.

the weight of unspoken words and suppressed feelings pressed heavily on your chest, making every breath a conscious effort. "i just want us to be happy again. i want us to find a way back to each other."

matt stopped pacing and turned to face you, his eyes burning with disappointment. the intensity of his gaze felt like a scorching flame, searing through the fragile veneer of your composure.

his movements, once restless, now stilled with a gravity that seemed to pull the very air from the room. the silence that followed was heavy, laden with the weight of unspoken accusations and shattered expectations.

his expression, a complex tapestry of hurt and frustration, spoke volumes more than words ever could, leaving you to grapple with the raw, unfiltered emotion that hung between you like a dark cloud. "happy? how can we be happy when every day feels like a struggle? when every conversation turns into a fight?" his voice cracked, revealing the depth of his pain.

you took a step closer, reaching out a hand. the distance between you seemed to shrink and expand all at once, each movement laden with a mix of hope and trepidation. your hand, trembling slightly, extended like a lifeline through the charged atmosphere, a silent plea for connection amidst the storm of emotions.

the space between you crackled with unspoken words and unresolved tension, every inch forward a testament to your courage and vulnerability. the soft, hesitant gesture carried the weight of a thousand unsaid apologies and a yearning for solace, bridging the chasm that had grown between your hearts. "matt, please. we can work through this. we just need to try."

but matt's frustration boiled over. in a sudden, impulsive movement, he grabbed a plate from the counter and hurled it against the wall. the sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the apartment, a stark contrast to the silence that followed.

his face contorted with rage and despair, each shard of the broken plate reflecting the fragments of his shattered composure. the violent act seemed to hang in the air, a tangible manifestation of the turmoil within him. the silence that ensued was thick, almost suffocating, as if the very walls held their breath, bearing witness to the raw, unfiltered outburst of emotion.

"try? i'm tired of trying! i'm tired of feeling like i'm never enough for you!" his voice was raw, filled with years of pent-up emotion.

you flinched at the sound of the breaking dish, your heart breaking a little more with each piece that hit the floor. the sharp, jarring noise seemed to pierce through your very soul, each fragment of porcelain a painful reminder of the fractured bond between you.

your body instinctively recoiled, as if attempting to shield itself from the emotional shrapnel. the room felt colder, the air heavier, as the gravity of the moment settled upon you.

the delicate dance of hope and despair played out in the silence that followed, each heartbeat echoing the silent plea for reconciliation amidst the chaos. "matt, it's not about you being enough. it's about us finding a way to be enough for each other."

matt's shoulders slumped, the anger giving way to a deep, aching disappointment. "i just... i don't know if we can, y/n. i don't know if we have anything left to give."

you stepped closer, your voice soft but determined. the space between you seemed to pulse with unspoken words and unresolved tension, each step forward a testament to your resolve.

"we do, matt. we have love. and maybe that's enough to start with." your voice, though gentle, carried the weight of your emotions, a delicate blend of compassion and unwavering strength.

the air around you thickened, charged with the intensity of the moment, as your words sought to bridge the chasm that had grown between you. every syllable was a lifeline, a beacon of hope amidst the storm of emotions, striving to pierce through the fog of misunderstanding and reach the heart that had turned away.

the room fell silent again, the shattered pieces of your argument lying on the floor, waiting to be picked up. the air was heavy with the remnants of harsh words and unspoken truths, each fragment a testament to the intensity of your clash.

as matt looked into your eyes, he saw a glimmer of hope, a small but powerful reminder of why you had fought so hard to begin with.

that flicker of light, amidst the ruins of your dispute, held the promise of reconciliation and the enduring strength of your bond. it was a silent acknowledgment that beneath the storm lay a foundation built on love and resilience, ready to be mended and made whole once more.

the apartment, heavy with the weight of unsaid words, seemed to close in around you both. the silence was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. the walls, once a sanctuary, now felt like a cage, trapping the lingering tension between you.

the oppressive quiet pressed down, amplifying the unspoken emotions that hung in the air. every creak of the floorboards, every distant car horn, seemed to underscore the vast chasm that had opened up between you. the city’s distant murmur was a cruel reminder of the world continuing on, indifferent to the turmoil within these four walls, where the echoes of your silence spoke volumes.

matt took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours for something he could no longer find. "y/n... i don't think i can do this anymore."

your heart skipped a beat, a cold wave of fear washing over you. "what do you mean, matt? we can still fix this. we just need time."

he shook his head, his expression one of resigned sorrow. "it's not about time. it's about realizing that sometimes, love isn't enough. we've tried, and we've fought, but it's only made things worse."

tears streamed down your face now, unchecked and unstoppable. "so, what are you saying? that we should just give up? throw everything away?"

matt's voice was barely above a whisper, each word a dagger to your heart. "i think it's time we let each other go. maybe then, we can find the happiness we've been searching for, even if it's not together."

you felt the ground shift beneath you, the foundation of your world crumbling. "matt, please... don't do this. we can still find a way."

he stepped forward, gently cupping your face in his hands. "i'll always love you, you. but sometimes, love means knowing when to walk away. it's the hardest thing i've ever had to do, but i think it's the right thing."

you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch one last time. "i don't know how to say goodbye."

matt pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his own tears mingling with yours. "neither do i. but maybe, this isn't goodbye. maybe it's just... see you later."

with that, he turned and walked towards the door, each step echoing the finality of his decision. you stood there, watching him leave, your heart shattering into pieces as the door closed behind him.

the apartment, once filled with dreams and laughter, now felt like a hollow shell. and as you sank to the floor, sobbing, you realized that sometimes, the hardest battles are the ones we fight within ourselves.

you took a deep breath, trying to steady the tumultuous emotions raging within. the apartment, once your sanctuary, now felt like a battlefield, each corner echoing with memories of happier times now overshadowed by the present conflict.

the weight of unspoken words pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe. the air was thick with tension, a palpable force that seemed to wrap around your chest, squeezing tighter with each passing second.

»--•--«

it had been exactly three months since the breakup with matt, and to say you weren’t doing the best would be an understatement. the days had blurred into a monotonous haze, each one a silent testament to the void he had left behind.

your heart, once a vibrant tapestry of shared dreams and whispered promises, now felt like a barren landscape, yearning for the rain that never came.

you've sought solace in the offices of every therapist in town, but nothing seemed to mend the wounds like matt's warm embrace and gentle words once did.

each session felt like a hollow echo, lacking the comfort and reassurance that his presence had effortlessly provided. his praises and tender whispers had been a balm to your soul, something no amount of clinical advice could replicate.

all you needed was him. you missed him with an ache that words could scarcely capture, and you were prepared to move mountains, to traverse deserts of doubt and uncertainty, to do everything in your power to bring him back into your life. the void left by his absence was a chasm you were determined to bridge, no matter the cost.

you rose from your bed, hastily donning the first outfit that came to hand, a sense of urgency propelling your every movement.

you walked out of your room, the quiet hum of the house enveloping you, and as you passed by the kitchen, an inadvertent misstep brought a sharp, searing pain—your foot had found an errant glass shard, hidden in the shadows of your hurry.

you glanced downward, your gaze locking onto the shattered remnants of the plate. kneeling slowly, you gingerly picked up the broken piece, the jagged edges a cruel reminder of fragility. as you held it, tears welled up in your eyes, the weight of the moment pressing down upon you.

you found yourself paralyzed, unable to muster the will to clean it up. it wasn't just a broken plate; it was the last thing of yours that matt had touched. the memory of his hands, once so familiar and warm, now felt like a ghostly presence, making the task feel insurmountable.

it wasn't exactly a symbol of innocence, but it somehow tethered you to the very notion of it. his touch, now a distant memory, evoked a sense of purity and untainted moments, a stark contrast to the complexity of your emotions. the only thing his touch would ever remind you of was innocence, a fleeting whisper of simpler times.

you sighed deeply, the weight of your emotions pressing down on your chest. rising slowly, you let the shard of glass slip from your fingers, watching as it fell to the ground with a muted clink. as you walked out of your apartment, each step felt like a departure from a chapter you weren't ready to close.

the ride down in the elevator was excruciatingly silent, a void filled with the echoes of your thoughts. you rarely took the elevator; it was an unspoken rule. you and matt would always opt for the stairs, his aversion to the confined space of the elevator a shared quirk that now felt like a distant memory.

as soon as the elevator doors parted with a soft chime, you stepped out into the dimly lit corridor. the tears clung to your lashes, and with a trembling hand, you wiped them away, each step towards your car feeling heavy with the weight of unspoken sorrow.

you slipped into the driver's seat, the familiar scent of the car mingling with your tumultuous thoughts. as you gripped the steering wheel, you found yourself lost in contemplation, the myriad of choices and their consequences swirling in your mind before you finally turned the key in the ignition.

his house lay but a short distance from your apartment, a fortunate proximity given the haze of your thoughts. before you could fully grasp the passage of time, you found yourself already at his doorstep, the journey a blur of fleeting moments.

you pulled into his driveway, the gravel crunching softly beneath your tires as you came to a stop. after parking your car, you stepped out, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you made your way towards the doorstep, each step echoing with anticipation.

you stood there, the weight of the moment pressing down on you, as you exhaled a shaky breath. with a sense of trepidation, you slowly raised your hand, each movement deliberate, and finally pressed the doorbell, the sound resonating through the stillness.

you stood in silence, the seconds stretching into an eternity, as the unanswered doorbell echoed in the stillness. the quiet seemed to amplify your anticipation, each moment passing without a response heightening the tension in the air.

perhaps they weren't home, the house standing silent and unyielding. perhaps now was not the opportune moment, the timing of your arrival misaligned with the currents of fate.

you shook your head, a sigh escaping your lips as you turned to walk away. just then, the door swung open with a suddenness that caught you off guard, halting your retreat and pulling you back into the moment.

your head turned, drawn by an invisible force, towards the silhouette standing in the doorway, its form outlined by the soft glow of light spilling from within.

matt.

he himself appeared far from well, his visage marked by deep, shadowy bags under his eyes, a stark testament to sleepless nights. his hair, a tangled mess, seemed to have been untouched by a comb for days, each strand standing in chaotic rebellion. his overall demeanor exuded a sense of weariness, as though the weight of countless burdens had etched themselves into his very being.

“y/n?” he whispered, his voice a mere breath of sound, like the rustling of leaves in a distant forest, barely audible yet laden with unspoken emotions and hidden depths.

“matt," you began, your voice barely a whisper, “i’m so sorry. i miss you so much.” the words felt heavy, laden with the regret and sorrow that had been building up inside you. “i know talking seems pointless right now, but i can’t do this alone.”

matt's gaze, intense and unyielding, bore into yours, as if trying to unravel the depths of your soul with each passing second. the melancholy in his gaze was almost too much to bear, but you pressed on. “i know i’ve made mistakes, and i know i’ve hurt you. the tension between us, the unresolved conflicts... it's all my fault. i let my fears and insecurities get the better of me, and i pushed you away when i should have been holding you closer."

your voice wavered, but you forced yourself to continue. “i miss the way we used to be, the way we could talk about anything and everything. i miss the laughter, the shared dreams, and the whispered promises. but most of all, i miss you. the real you, the one who loves me despite my flaws."

tears threatened to spill over, but you blinked them back, determined to stay strong. “i want to fix this, matt. i want to work through our problems and come out stronger on the other side. i know it won't be easy, and i know it will take time, but i’m willing to do whatever it takes. please, give us another chance."

you reached out, your hand trembling as it found his. the touch was tentative, a fragile bridge between your hearts. “i love you, matt. and I believe we can get through this, together. we just need to take that first step, to start healing the wounds we've inflicted on each other."

in that moment, the vast expanse of the world seemed to dissolve, leaving only the two of you suspended in a timeless void, teetering on the precipice of a new beginning. the universe held its breath, as if acknowledging the profound significance of this fragile, yet pivotal, instant.

matt's eyes softened, the fiery anger slowly dissolving into a deep, aching sadness that mirrored the storm within your own heart. he took a tentative step closer, his movements deliberate and filled with unspoken emotion. his hand, trembling slightly, reached up to gently cup your cheek, his touch a tender balm against the raw wounds of your shared past.

the warmth of his skin sent a shiver cascading down your spine, a poignant reminder of the undeniable connection that still pulsed between you, fragile yet unbroken.

"i miss you too," he murmured, his voice a mere whisper carried on the fragile wings of a sigh. "i miss us. but we can’t continue this cycle of pain and sorrow, tearing each other apart with every step we take."

his words hung in the air, a delicate truce between your aching hearts. you nodded, the tears finally spilling over like a long-awaited rain, as you leaned into his touch, seeking solace in the warmth of his hand. "i know," you whispered, your voice trembling with both hope and fear, "but we can change. we can learn from this and grow stronger together, like two trees whose roots intertwine, supporting each other through every storm."

matt's other hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a silent promise that spoke volumes. "let's take it one day at a time," he said, his voice steadier now, a newfound resolve coloring his words. "let's rebuild what we've lost, piece by precious piece, like artisans restoring a shattered mosaic to its former glory."

you nodded again, a glimmer of hope sparking in your chest like the first light of dawn. "one day at a time," you agreed, your voice filled with determination and resolve. "we'll get through this, together, like travelers navigating the winding paths of a dense forest, finding our way back to the light."

in that moment, the world seemed to exhale, the tension easing as you both took the first tentative steps toward healing. the journey ahead would undoubtedly be long and fraught with challenges, but with each other's unwavering support, you felt a newfound strength. together, you could overcome any obstacle, like two weary travelers finding solace in each other's presence as they navigate the treacherous terrain of life.

[raestromboli]

the clock hits ten p.m. and your eyes immediately get bleary, eyelids droop, and yawns become endless, but the constant loud, playful arguments and conversations flow out of the triplets, so it gave you a reason not to flutter your eyes shut and fall asleep on matt’s comfortable shoulder. the homey diner is still bustling with people despite the late hours and the sound of the plates and glasses clinking together is oddly comforting.

you try and try to keep up with the conversation that nick and chris have started about an hour ago, but the heater in the diner is on and the hoodie you stole from matt’s closet is extremely cozy and you can’t help but just rest your eyes an—

“hey, you okay?” your eyes flutter open and you turn to look at matt who sat beside you, blinking owlishly at how he stared down at you like you hung the moon and stars. there was a soft smile displaying on his lips, and you could only interpret it as teasing when a hand came sliding over your thigh, gripping your knee in his large palm.

you hum, “yeah, jus’ tired.” you give him a tired smile, and he squeezes your knee before joining in the conversation. his hand vibrates against your leg as he laughs at something chris had said and it catches your attention. you look down at matt’s hand. it engulfs your whole knee, veins running up to his forearm. curiously, you gently wrap your fingers around his wrist and release his grip, humming a melody that’s been stuck in your head for ages as you explore his fingers. his long, bony, fingers contrast to your shorter ones. you mindlessly play with his fingers, bending them into weird positions. it’s not long before you get bored and switch your interest to matt’s rings. you’ve always thought he had the coolest jewelry. the metal is cold when you graze your fingers over the carvings, and you fail to notice how your boyfriend stopped talking, going quiet as he stared down at you with a soft smile.

“what’re you doing?” he asks, giggling lowly as you look up at him with a shy smile on your face.

“i like your hands.” you answer instead.

there’s a dirty comment on the tip of matt’s tongue that’s dying to be said, but he swallows it down, “thanks, sweetheart.”

the compliment makes him blush for some odd reason, so he leaves it at that to cover up the bashfulness. there’s a kiss on your scalp that lingers as you go back to playing with your boyfriend’s fingers while you try not to fall asleep in the company of your favorite people.

[sturnioz]

☆ . . . matt stares up at you with a grin as you bounce on his cock, his fingers gripping your hips tightly as he tries to control the pace, but with the way you're moving on top of him—the way your pussy swallows him whole, he's losing himself way too quickly for his liking.

his bottom lip tucks between his teeth and small grunts rumble at the back of his throat when his cock hits that spot inside you that has your gummy walls squeezing around him.

matt's trying his hardest not to cum too quickly, but with how the grin slowly fades from his lips and his eyebrows knit together, you know he can't hold back any longer.... and you feel so confident when he fills you.

matt thinks you're going to get off of him after he's done, but when he sees that you're not going anywhere—and somehow you hips move faster—those small grunts he makes turns into whines.

he's trying his hardest to speak to you; to tell you to slow down or to move off of him because he can't cum anymore, but his words fail him. he physically can't form a coherent sentence.

all he can do is let you do what you please, and his body goes slack and his head throws back against the plush pillows, teeth almost breathing through the skin of his lip as you continue bouncing on his cock.

and you're laughing.

you're fucking laughing at him.

matt manages to finally use his words, but he's a blubbering mess. his blunt fingernails dig into your hips as he rambles about how its impossible for him to cum again.. so he thinks, because with the way he's sucking in deep breathes and his stomach tightens, he realises that he is, in-fact, going to cum again if you keep squeezing around him the way you already are.

the cry he lets out is heavenly, and his mouth falls open, his eyes screwed shut and his head falls back against his pillow as he spills inside of you, and you follow close behind.

there's tears clumping his lashes together, and his cheeks are flushed. his body jerks and twitches uncontrollably as his cum leaks from between your thighs.

© sturnioz

[sturniolosiphone]

DO SMUT MATT MESSAGES 😻

text messages with bf!matt

tag list: @bernardsbendystraws @luvs4matt @sturniluvr

if anyone that i’m tagging is getting annoyed with me TELL ME i feel like i’m posting too damn much

[muwapsturniolo]

✯𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞✯

IN WHICH...Chris gets caught up in the toxic cycle with his ex-lover, forgetting about his current lover.

WARNINGS...toxic!reader, drinking, smut, intoxicated sex, manipulation, gaslighting, cheating, slapping, creampies.

The house was filled to the brim, most likely breaking every violation there is regarding safety. Chris, Nick, and Matt were currently at Tara's housewarming party that was more of a rager, rather than a chill kickback like the girl claimed it would be. Chris's girlfriend Gaia was also with them, a quiet mousy girl who wasn't into the party scene. over a span of 7 months, the girl became pretty close with Chris's friends, hence why she was attending the party in the first place.

Chris was on edge, he had been since they arrived. It all started when Matt was driving on the highway to get to Tara's, and he saw a black car. Now the black car itself wasn't the issue, the issue was him swearing he saw his ex Y/n.

He couldn't figure out if it was real or if his eyes were playing tricks on him. He tried to ignore it, pushing the thought to the back of his head so he could enjoy his night without feeling sad, but that was proven difficult when he kept seeing her everywhere.

As the night progressed it only got worse.

At first, it was just seeing her briefly out the corner of his eye, then it escalated to hearing her laugh, and even smelling her signature cherry perfume. It was like she was messing with him, suffocating his mind with the thought of her.

He tried to blame it on the bright strobe lights, the liquor in his system, and the intoxicated air wafting through the house, but he was proven wrong when he finally made eye contact with her.

It knocked the air out of him, his eyes zeroing in like tunnel vision. It didn't help that some club version of Madison's 'Make You Mine' was currently blasting, aiding in the maneater energy Y/n naturally emitted. It was like he was in a movie, the way her glossed lips curled upward in a taunting smirk as she kept her eyes locked on his. He could feel his palms getting sweaty and his heart starting to race.

"Chris? You okay?" He was pulled out of Y/n's trance by the voice of his girlfriend. He shakes his head and looks down at Gaia, "Y-yeah I'm fine." He turns to look at Y/n only to see that she's gone.

"Ok, I just wanted to make sure you were ok. Do you think we could le-I'm going to go grab a drink." Chris cuts her off, not even listening to what she is saying and trying to comprehend the stare-down between him and Y/n.

He swiftly walks away from the girl, rubbing over his face in exhaustion. He stands over the drinks, trying to figure out which one would be his next victim.

just as he grabs the bottle of Don Julio, he feels a presence behind him.

"I wanna feel the rush, I wanna taste the crush, I wanna get you going, I wanna lay you down, I wanna string you out, I wanna make you mine"

The soft and buttery voice sends chills up Chris's spine, goosebumps forming all over his body. He whips around and comes face to face with Y/n.

"What do you want Y/n?" Chris questions, his voice full of malice and clear disdain. The girl tilts her head and pouts, placing her hand on his shoulder and using her nails to stroke his face. "Y/n? What happened to baby?" Chris scoffs and jerks his face away from her alluring touch.

"That name was revoked when you fucking cheated on me." He seethes. The girl rolls her eyes at his words, irritated that he's bringing up the past.

"I never cheated on you ch-Yes you did!" a few people turn and stare at the two, making Chris look down awkwardly, "sounds like you hate me- I do hate you- you're not the only one," she smirks. Chris scoffs at her nonchalant attitude.

"I can't fucking believe you! you're such a fucking bi- Do you talk about me as if I'm still yours?" Chris gets quiet as she cuts him off.

"Do you?"

"No..." She hums and grabs a solo cup and a bottle of tequila.

"When you hold her do you wish it was me? Do you wish you could have fixed what we were?" His silence is more than enough to confirm she has him right where she wants him.

"I do too you know..." Chris looks at her, an unsure look on his face. "I'm serious Chris, I wish we could have worked out. I know I wasn't the best girlfriend but I would have never cheated on you."

"But you did....I saw yo-I told you Chris, I wasn't flirting with Nate. He came on to me, not the other way around. I've always told you he was jealous of you. He always wanted to be you and have what you have. remember when you told me a girl you liked in high school ended up dating Nate when he knew you liked her?"

Chris opens his mouth but Y/n continues, "I would never do that to you Chris, I love you."

I love you.

Those three words, those three godforsaken words.

"Y/n I swear if this is some sick joke...." Chris states closing his eyes. Everything becomes too much for him, his senses becoming overstimulated.

Y/n moves closer, cupping his face gently. "Look at me Chris, please?"

He opens his eyes and it's like everything stops. Her Tom Ford perfume wafts through his nose, clearing his sinuses. Her hypnotic gaze blocked out the flashing lights, and her siren-like voice blocked out the music.

"I love you."

She watches as his eyes dilate, a clear sign that he believes her.

She leaned in as if she was going to kiss him, trying not to smile as he moved in as well. At the last minute, she quickly pulls away from him.

"Maybe we shouldn't..."

Chris feels as if he's going insane, losing every ounce of his mind.

"W-what? Why Y/n please I'm sorry! Don't leave?" He doesn't even know what he's saying sorry for but it seems right.

"I know you go home to another one Chris" She grabs her cup off the counter and goes to walk away but Chris stops her, pulling her close

"Forget her...I want you"

"You do?" Chris nods vigorously, keeping a firm grip on her as if he would lose her.

She smiles and whispers in his ear

"then show me"

It's amusing to Y/n how quick Chris pulls her through the crowd and up the stairs of Tara's new home. The two burst into a room their lips connecting in a sloppy and drunk kiss. Chris uses his foot to close the door as he picks Y/n up, his hands gripping the soft flesh of her ass.

He carries her over to the bed and collapses down on top of her. The two waste no time in tearing each other's close off, the need to feel each other after spending months apart being too much.

Chris is too drunk to even think about a condom, and Y/n doesn't even care. The closer she can get to Chris, the better.

He slips into her with ease, nuzzling his head into her neck as he lets out a low groan. His thrusts start off slow before he builds up a steady pace.

Y/n is laying there letting out soft whimpers every now and again, but for the most part, she's pissed.

"You forgot how to fuck me Chris?"

"W-what?" Chris asks, stopping his movements. Y/n rolls her eyes in annoyance, "You start dating her and forgot how to fuck, it's embarrassing truly." She pushes him away and stands up, moving to grab her clothes.

Chris sits on the bed confused, his mind hazy due to the liquor in his system. "I-I didn't forget how to fuck I-" he feels tears forming in his eyes due to embarrassment.

"You what? That soft sex that won't get a girl off may satisfy her, but it won't work for me Chris. She ruined you! She has you acting like a little bitch!" Y/n seethes as she gets in his face. Chris flinches and tries to defend himself, "I'm not a bitch..."

"You are and it's sad. You're fucking me like a little bitch and it's pathetic. Maybe I'll hit up Nate and see if he can fuck me the right way." She smirks seeing Chris's bright blue eyes darken. He yanks her down onto the bed, shoving her on her back as he wraps a hand around her throat.

He throws har legs over his shoulder and thrusts into her harshly, "I'm not a fucking bitch!" He grunts.

Y/n eyes roll back in pleasure, her back arching as Chris plows into her at an aggressive pace. The whole bedframe is shaking and slamming against the wall.

"Who's pussy is this?" Chris grunts, his chain dangling over her face.

"Nate's" she taunts through her moans.

Her head whips to the side before he grips her jaw and forces her to look at him, "Stop fucking playing with me baby, whos pussy in this?"

"Y-yours! Oh fuck Chris!" She yelps as he hits a particular spot inside of her that has her seeing stars.

Out the corner of her eye, she sees the doorknob turn before the door cracks open. She smirks when she meets the eyes of Gaia.

Chris is too busy chasing his high, he doesn't even notice the teary-eyed girl in the doorway. " All mine, this pussy is all mine," he groans as he looks down where their bodies meet. With her eyes still on Gaia, Y/n moans loudly, repeating Chris's words in such an erotic way, Gaia can only flinch.

"That's right ma, fuck- I love you so much." Y/n grins in a deranged way and yanks Chris down by his chain, connecting their lips in a sloppy kiss, teeth clashing and all. She looks back towards the door and catches Gaia quickly walking away.

It's not long before they both finish, Y/n's nails digging into Chris's back and drawing blood as he stalls deep inside her, filling her up to the brim with his cum.

He pulls out of her and collapses onto the bed, panting heavily.

They lay in silence, the only sound being the muffled base of "Loyalty" by Kendrick.

"Were you telling the truth?" Chris voices softly. Y/n turns on her side, gazing at him softly.

"About?"

"About everything.... Was Nate really lying? Do you really love me?"

She pulls him into a passionate kiss before pulling back with a smile gracing her face.

"Of course I was lying."

Chris's heart drops at her words, "W-what?"

She chuckles and sits up, throwing her clothes back on with ease. "I was lying Chris, I didn't mean anything I said." Chris watches her fix her dress with a broken heart.

Just before she gets ready to leave the room he asks her one last question, "Why?"

"Because I haven't had a good fuck in a while and you're easy to mess with. plus-" She prances back over to him and plants a kiss to his cheek.

"It's fun."

She walks back over to the door and gives him one last look, " By the way, Gaia saw us."

chris feels like throwing up at her words. He stands up quickly and throws his clothes on, praying to whatever god that's out there Gaia didn't leave the party.

Chris stumbles out of the room and down the stairs, his eyes erratically scanning the party participants. His eyes finally land on Nick comforting a crying Gaia. He quickly makes his way over and announces his presence.

"Gaia ple-" his head whips to the side as Gaia smacks him, "Fuck you! I do nothing but love you and force myself out of my comfort zone for you and you go an fuck her?!" Chris looks at her with tears forming in his eyes.

"Gaia, please! It didn't mean anything! I'm drunk!"

"That's your excuse Chris? That you were drunk?"

Y/n smirks as she comes from behind Chris. Chris tenses as Gaia glares at the girl, "fuck you too! You're nothing but a whore!"

"How am I the whore when I told him we shouldn't do what we did because he's going home to you? He's the one still in love with me. I tried to stop it but he begged me."

Chris goes to object but she's right.

Granted Y/n approached him first, but she flipped the cards and Chris was the one who ended up dealing them.

That was her game.

"C-Chris?'' Gaia's voice cracks as she questions Chris, hoping that Y/n is lying, hoping that the girl seduced him instead of Chris willingly cheating.

"I-is she telling the truth? D-did she try to stop?"

"S-she's telling the truth...." He admits softly. Gaia's bottom lip wobbles before she takes off through the crowd, leaving Chris with a heavy heart.

Y/n chuckles and takes a sip of her drink,

"loyalty loyalty loyalty, 10-4 no switching sides feel something wrong...." Y/n sings as she walks away from the three boys.

"You really fucked up Chris..."

"I know...." Chris mumbles as he goes to grab another drink, wanting to drown his sorrows.

purrr what do we think? can't lie i lowkey forgot how to write so sorry if this is confusing or just straight-ass.

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🍑: @mattslolita @thenickgirl @guccifrog @luverboychris @zayyluvz @mrsmiagreer @chrisssluttywaist @78yaz @hoesformatt @freshloveforthefit @3lizaluvs @mattsturniolosgirlfriend @jetaimevous @luxy-nyx @ts-is-my-spirt-animal @iihrtsturniol0 @idontexistman @katw4shereee @madisturn @starlace111 @zivall @adoreindie @imwetforyourmom @sturnsxplr-25 @sturncakez @theyluvme-2315 @moonk1ss3d

[starringthesturniolos]

The triplets are on stream and y/n is just laying on Matt’s bed (probably reading idk idk) and the whole chat explodes and begs for Matt to bring her to the stream.

He pulls her into his lap, wrapping his arm around her stomach and they’re being all cute for the rest of stream. That is until what happens after….

“come on y/n, we have to give the people what they want” he smirks but you just curl further into his comforter. your not one of those people that like being on camera and never have been. you’d kinda been in a mood the whole day anyway, and to your embarrassment, it was because you are so incredibly horny. matt has been so busy this week that you guys have almost had no time this week to do it. to make matters worse, today was supposed to be his free day, a day to spend just you and him, but him and his brothers insisted they do a suprise stream for the fans. so to say you could care less about what the fans want right now is an understatement.

“tell the fans i’m tired of their bullshit, matt.” you roll your eyes. “and im getting tired of yours too.” you roll over so your back is facing him and wrap his comforter over your head. he’s probably going to be a couple of hours, might as well take a nap.

you go to close your eyes when your phone pings with a notification from matt. you turn your neck to look at him, confused why he’s texting you when your in the room with him, but he’s just facing his pc. you turn back around and click on the message.

loose the attitude and behave.

then i might just give you what you want baby.

your thighs squeeze together at the thought of matt giving you exactly what you want. your practically drooling at the thought. when you go to respond to him, theres an image waiting for you already. its a picture of matts hard buldge encased in his sweatpants. his veiny hand rest right beside it and you want nothing more than to replace his hand with yours. all hatred for the stream aside, you practically skip to matt. he smirks and grabs your waist. he slides his chair out to give you room and you see his boner for the second time today. he gives you a knowing look and pulls you onto his lap right on top of it. with both your legs now straddling his hips, he thrust his hips up, and to the fans it probably look like he’s just trying to get comfortable, but you both knew it was just way to get you more worked up. at this point your so wet, it has to be leaving a stain on his pants, and he is loving every second.

“here she is.” he coos and the fans blow up the chat. you rest your head on his chest and prepare to relax because you know he’s still going to be a while. you sigh at the thought and he kisses your head in response. he mutes his mic for a second and he pulls his head down so his lips meet your ear. “being such a good girl, so patient for me. gonna take such good care of you.” you whine at his words and he grabs your hips to stop the onslaught of movement he knew you were about to make.

seeing how riled up you are makes him even more desperate to have you ride him into oblivion, so he relents. “hey guys, its been cool but i think i’m going to log off right now. see you guys next week, have fun with nick and chris” he says and immediately ends the stream. not even a second after he ends it, his mouth is on yours. the kiss is hot and passionate, matt bites your lips slightly and you allow him access into your mouth. you reach both hands up into his brown hair and tug slightly and he groans into your mouth. he pulls back and holds eye contact with you while moving your hips against him. the eye contact made everything more intimate and you loved it. with both of your mouths agape, he starts grinding you down on him harder and thrusting up slightly. your panties are ruined and you can hear the slooshing sound it makes against him. “are you ready for me baby? i can hear how wet you are” he whispers in the husky tone you loved so much. “yes, matt” you moan back in response. his pupils dialate and he picks you up and places you on the bed. he gently pulls your pants and panties down before rubbing your slit. you writhe against his hand and his breathing gets heavier watching your body move. “tell me how much you want it” matt mutters in a trance. “please matt, i want you inside me. i need you” you say batting your eyes at him the way you know drives him insane.

he groans and pulls his pants down, lining his huge dick to your opening. “who am i to say no to my baby?” he says as he slides into you. both of you let out a pornographic moan. he ruts into you at a fast pace, wasting no time and you can feel your cunt start to tighten around him. “jesus, keep squeezing me like that and im going to fucking lose it” he says breathlessly. he leans his head into the crook of your neck and inhales your perfume. he groans into your ear and you whine at the overwhelmingness of it all. his body on yours, his pretty blue eyes watching you, and his cock deep inside you. then all of sudden he pulls out of you. “matt- what?” you say tears starting to form in your eyes. you were in your submissive state and matt felt bad because he knew you needed him. so he wasted no time telling you what to do.

“don’t worry, im still going to take care of you sweetheart. just want you to ride me until your cumming and screaming my name.” he strokes yoir hair and places a light kiss on your cheek like he hadn’t just said the dirtiest thing he could think of. “that sound good to you?” he whispers with your faces inches apart. “yes, matt please” you say desperately as he lays down. he taps your thigh and you swing it over his hip. he helps guide you down on his dick and holds your hips there so he can get a hold of himself. once he lets go, you take that as a sign to move and you begin to bounce up and down on him. your tits bounce with you and your face gives off the pleasure your feeling as you bounce harder and faster. “so pretty, baby. i love seeing you like this” he groans and you sit all the way down on him. you start to whine on his dick and he whimpers which means he’s close. “cum with me, pretty” he grips your hips harder and moves you faster against him. with your clit rubbing against his stomach and his dick deep inside of you, its enough to push you over the edge. “matt- mm- fuck matt.” you moan louder than you have the whole night. “thats it baby. thats it” he coos as he fills you up and helps you ride out your orgasm.

after both of you wind down, you flop down next to him. he chuckles and pushes your hair out of your face. “what happened to you, kid. looks like you just got ran over” he jokes kissing you before grabbing a towel to clean you up with. he climbs back into bed with you, spooning you and placing soft kisses all over your neck. you look over and see his phone lighting up.

“nick’s calling” you say while giving him his phone. matt puts it on speaker and nick starts yelling immediately.

“YOU NASTY FUCKS, YOU DO REALIZE THE WALLS ARENT SOUNDPROOF, ME AND CHRIS COULD HEAR EVERYTHING. CHRIS LITERALLY LEFT BECAUSE OF IT, YOU GUYS SHOULD BE ASHAMED” he yells without pause

you and matt break out laughing and nick continues to yell at you guys for being nasty.

this is the good life

A/n- thank you for the request, loved it! if you want me to write something else im down, love yall

@bbernard-03

@sturnthepot

@hoeformatt

@sturtriple16

@faygo-frog

@sturniol0s

@katie-tibo

@l34n

@sturnslimited

@chrissv4mp

[colorthecosmos444]

Copycat ⭐️

Summary: Matt's girlfriend has a social media copycat/stalker and y/n makes a post calling her out.

Genre: smutty (ish), suggestive

Warnings: swearing, suggestive

therealy/n made a post

liked by matthew.sturniolo & 358k others

therealy/n romanticizing the little things in life ✨

matthew.sturniolo beautiful baby

madifilipowicz love the tats

matt4ever y/n where do you get your tattoos done?

christophersturniolo classy y/n 🥂

nicolassturniolo my best friend is gorgeous

nathandoe8 romanticize that shit

sturnfam you are gorgeous!!!

mattswife you are so pretty, i'm jealous 😩

itsbrittanybitch made a post

liked by mattswife & 56k others

itsbrittanybitch it's all about the little things 💫

itsbrittanybitch @.matthew.sturniolo

mattswife i swear i just saw this post

sturnfam you are literally copying @.therealy/n

chratt4life oh shit she thinks she can pull matt 😬

marrymechris copycat much?

chrattlover she's just jealous that she's not y/n nicksstromboli she needs to get her own life 🖕🏻

matt4life wtf is this

chrislover87 could have at least changed it up a bit, this is so obvious🙄

*2 Days Later*

therealy/n made a post

liked by matthew.sturniolo and 923k others

therealy/n oh you wish you could be me, honey, you can't fake this. i'd like to see you try. 😘

matthew.sturniolo damn baby we are hot 🥵 🔥💦

mathew.sturniolo no one is cool like you

matthew.sturniolo you are the only woman in the world for me

nicolassturniolo I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THIS MY EYES 🤯

nicksstromboli it's okay nick, just give them the room

christophersturniolo oh shit get it matt

madifilipowicz yaaassssss

tarayummyy it's getting hot in here 🥵

larray should we leave them alone? marrymechris i feel bad for nick and chris if they are at home right now

madisonbeer hottest couple alive 🔥❤️‍🔥

fakejustincarey this just reminds me how single i am

nathandoe8 that's my boyyyyyyy

sturnfam YES Y/N!!!!

chrattlover this made me so happy

nicolassturniolo um so when was that 5th picture taken? i hope i wasn't home

Main Masterlist Tag Lists   Requests About Me

I do not give permission for my posts to be reposted or translated in any way. Most of my writing is 18+, any specific trigger warnings will be posted with each work. Hope you enjoy!!!

Tag list: @aurora-merritt @spideylovin @watercolorskyy @esioleren