#Nick sturniolo TikTok

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I’m done gate keeping this video🥹

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i still have yet to watch the friday vlog (i had a busy friday man, let me live) but holy GOD nick’s gonna be the death of me

(creds to kaystrnio on tiktok)

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Favorite Edit - N Sturniolo Edition 📷

Favorite Edit Masterlist ☆

my favorite Nick Sturniolo edit

i miss him

TikTok - @filmstarky

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SUB!MATT SUB!MATT SUB!MATT SUB!MATT SUB!MATT

I REPEAT.

SUB!MATT SUB!MATT SUB!MATT SUB!MATT SUB!MATT

he just let it happen. he looked TOO good in todays video oml.

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15 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 1 | 𝑪.𝑺 & 𝑴.𝑺

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ 15 MINUTES , SABRINA CARPENTER

Chris Sturniolo! & Matt Sturniolo! x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut, sort of a slow burn, part one of two, build-up, threesome (no incest ofc ew), taking turns with you, tit worship, possessive, oral (fem receiving, fingering, edging, praise, usage of "good girl" & "slut"

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IN WHICH.. a drunken confession to your best friend Matt at a party turns into a heated competition when his brother Chris gets involved. Now, they’re both determined to satisfy you first.

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word count : 6k ♡

The bass thrummed through the crowded house, the air thick with sweat, cheap beer, and the haze of bad decisions waiting to happen.

You weren’t supposed to be here—hell, you weren’t supposed to be anywhere but wrapped up in the arms of your now ex-boyfriend.

But that was before you caught him fucking someone else, just last night.

You had sensed something was off for weeks. The late replies, the excuses, the way he barely touched you anymore. Maybe, deep down, you had already known. Maybe that’s why you went over to his place unannounced, your stomach twisting as you used the key he had given you months ago.

You had stepped inside, closing the door behind you with a soft click, your heartbeat a steady thud against your ribs.

Inside, the apartment was quiet—too quiet. There was no TV playing, no sound of his familiar shit music blasting from his speakers like it usually was. Something about the silence inside had felt wrong, like the air itself was holding its own breath, like there was something eerrie, something off, was lurking just out of sight.

Then, a sound.

Soft. Breathless.

A moan.

Your stomach twisted violently, your fingers tightening around your keys. Maybe you imagined it. Maybe it was the neighbors. Maybe—

Another moan crashed through the silence, louder this time.

And then—the unmistakable creak of his shitty, old bedframe.

Your body went cold.

Every step toward the bedroom felt like you were moving through quicksand, your breath shallow, your limbs heavy. The hallway stretched before you like a nightmare, a tunnel leading straight into something you didn’t want to see, something you should turn away from.

But in that moment, you just couldn’t.

Your fingers curled around the edge of the door, pushing it open just enough to see inside.

And there he was.

Your boyfriend—ex—gripping someone else's hips, fucking into her like she was the best thing he’d ever had.

Not you. Her.

She was on all fours, face buried in the mattress, blonde hair tangled between his fingers as he yanked her back onto him. He groaned her name, the same way he used to groan yours, his head tilting back in pleasure you had never once seen when he was inside you.

The room tilted.

For a moment, all you could do was stand there, frozen, like some kind of out-of-body experience had taken over. The air felt thick, suffocating, your lungs burning with the effort to breathe.

And then, as if he felt you there, his head snapped up.

Your eyes locked.

Shock. Guilt. Panic. It flickered across his face in rapid succession, but none of it lasted. Because what came next was something so much worse.

Annoyance.

Like you were the one inconveniencing him. Like you had interrupted something you had no right to see.

He didn’t even stop.

“Babe—” he started, like that pathetic word could somehow undo what you just witnessed.

The key in your hand felt heavy, cold metal digging into your palm. You didn’t even realize you had dropped it until you heard the sharp clink as it hit the floor.

And now, here you were.

The same clink surrounding you, the sound of shot glasses being slammed onto tabletops, beer bottles knocking against one another, the steady hum of conversation and laughter filling the crowded house.

Except now, Matt was beside you.

Steady and completely solid.

His arm resting along the back of the couch, close enough to be comforting but not suffocating, the way he always was—never pushing, never pressing, just there.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” he murmura, his voice low, easy, like he already knew how raw it felt, how fresh the wound still was on your skin.

You exhale, a laugh that doesn't quite reach your eyes, swirling the drink in your hand. “Not much to talk about, really.”

The amber liquid sloshes against the sides of the glass, catching the dim party lights in lazy, golden swirls. The ice had mostly melted by now, diluting the burn, but whenever you tipped the glass slightly, a lone ice cube knocked against the rim with a soft another soft clink, shifting like something restless, something waiting.

You sigh, watching the way the alcohol coats the glass before sliding back down, a slow, lazy roll, as if even it couldn’t be bothered to hold itself together.

Kind of like you.

Matt hums, tilting his head, studying you like he doesn't quite believe you. “Dunno. Catching your boyfriend mid-thrust in someone else? Feels like the kind of thing that deserves a little shit-talking at the very least.”

That startled a real laugh out of you, causing you to grin as Matt smiles, hitting your knee with his. “There she is.”

You shake your head, still smiling as you swirl your drink, watching the ice spin like it had nowhere else to be. “I mean, what’s there to even say? Dude’s a walking disappointment. Would’ve been more surprising if he wasn’t trash.”

Matt lets out a sharp breath, shaking his head. “Nah, see, that’s actually so insane. ‘Cause you’re telling me—not only did he cheat, which is already, like, rock-bottom behavior, but on top of that, he was ass?”

“Ass is generous,” you deadpan, sipping your drink.

Matt chuckles, running a hand down his face like he's physically pained. “That’s, like, secondhand embarrassment. I don’t even know the guy, and I’m embarrassed for him.”

You huff out a laugh. “Yeah, well, try being the dumbass who dated him.”

Matt's lips purse, his finger raising to point at you. “Okay, that’s not on you. That’s on him for being a certified loser. Like, let’s break it down—dude had a great girlfriend, and what does he do? Fumbles harder than anyone has ever fumbled in the history of fumbling.”

You raise a brow. “Bit dramatic.”

Matt ignores you, shifting to lean forward, elbows on his knees as he shakes his head. “And then, on top of that, he wasn’t even good at anything other than manipulating you. Like, make it make sense!”

You roll your eyes, tipping your glass toward Matt in a salute. “Yeah, well, guess I should be grateful. At least now I know I was never the problem.”

Matt scoffs, shaking his head like he still can't believe it. “Nah, but actually, that’s insane. Like, imagine having you and thinking, 'Yeah, let me go blow up my entire relationship for some mediocre ass backshots.'" He knocks back a sip of his drink, then points at you. “That’s not even a mistake. That’s a lifestyle choice.”

You tilt your head, your fingers flattening your dress as you continue. “To be fair, I should’ve known when he unironically said ‘Let me cook’ before sending a text.”

Matt’s jaw drops. “You’re lying.”

“Wish I was.”

Before you could respond, the couch dips beside you, and Chris plops down, a drink in hand, his eyes flicking between the two of you. “We shit-talking him yet?”

Chris hummed, taking a slow sip of his drink like he had all the time in the world. He was dressed like he always was—effortlessly casual but somehow put-together.

A zip-up hoodie, probably Matt’s, hung loose over his shoulders, the sleeves pushed up just enough to show the silver rings on his fingers as he lazily swirled his drink. His hair was slightly tousled underneath his hat, like he’d just run a hand through it, and his chain caught the dim party lights when he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

Matt tilted his head. “What do you mean yet? You think we weren’t already?”

Matt pointed at you without looking away. “She just told me dude used to say ‘Let me cook’ before texting. Like, sincerely.”

Chris made a face, taking a slow sip of his drink. “Yeah, no, that tracks. I’ve been saying he was a dick for months. But ohhh no, I’m the asshole for pointing it out.”

You groan, letting your head drop back against the couch. “Here we go.”

Chris ignores you, turning to Matt. “Tell me why—” He gestures, “—this dude had a finsta dedicated to his sneaker collection but couldn’t text back?”

Matt choked on his drink, coughing as he smacks a fist against his chest. “Nah, shut up.”

Chris just nodded, his lips twitching like he was holding back a grin. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, fingers idly tracing the rim of his glass.

“I swear. Had a whole ass archive of, like, two pairs of beat-up Jordans, but suddenly, when it came to responding to her, it was radio silence.”

Matt chuckles, looking at you like he's genuinely disappointed. “Damn. You really dated a grown man with a sneaker finsta?”

You sigh dramatically. “Okay, when you say it like that—”

Chris shook his head. “Nah, there’s no way to say it that doesn’t make it embarrassing.”

Matt huffs out a laugh, lifting his drink to his lips, as if to cheer. “Well, here’s to making better choices.”

Chris clinked his glass against Matt’s, then yours. “To never settling for sneaker finsta men ever again.”

You clinked back, shaking your head. “And to finally admitting he wasn’t even good in bed.”

Chris nearly spit out his drink, and Matt groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “God, I knew it.”

Chris set his drink down with way too much enthusiasm, leaning forward like this was the most important conversation of the night. “Wait, wait—hold on. You’re telling me—” He pointed at you. “This man cheated and he never even made you come?”

Matt let out a loud groan, tipping his head back against the couch. “Jesus Christ.”

You shrugged, sipping your drink. “Not once.”

Chris smacked Matt’s arm. “Dude. That should be a crime.”

Matt held up a hand, like he needed a second to process. “Nah, that’s actually so crazy. Like, imagine risking it all, blowing up your relationship, and for what? Mediocre, selfish-ass sex?”

He looked at you with genuine pity. “I’m actually so sorry.”

Chris shook his head, taking a slow sip of his drink as he glanced around the room. The party was still in full swing—bodies moving in lazy, drunken sways to the bass-heavy music, warm, low lighting flickering over flushed faces. Someone’s laughter rang out over the sound of clinking glasses, and the faint scent of something sweet and smoky lingered in the air.

He exhaled, looking back at you with something almost like disappointment. “Nah, but that’s actually insane. You went through all that and didn’t even get a decent orgasm out of it?”

Matt let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Tragic.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smirk. “Okay, we don’t need to make it a whole thing.”

Chris raised a brow. “Oh, it’s already a 'thing' ma."

Matt leaned in slightly, resting an arm over the back of the couch, his knee knocking into yours. “Swear to God, if we had known, we would’ve saved you sooner.”

You scoffed, turning toward him with an amused look. “Oh? And you think you could do better?”

Chris scoffed, tipping his drink back before setting it down with a soft clink. “Think? Nah, ma, I know I could.”

Matt huffed out a laugh, shaking his head as he shifted closer, his arm still draped lazily over the back of the couch. “That’s crazy ‘cause I was about to say the same thing.”

You raised a brow, looking between them, amused. “Right. Because this is a totally normal conversation to be having in the middle of a party.”

Chris leaned back slightly, resting an arm on the couch. “What? You scared?”

You rolled your eyes. “Of you two? Please.”

You took another sip of your drink. “I just think it’s funny how you’re both talking all this game like we’re not literally surrounded by people.”

Matt glanced around at the party—at the dim, colored lights flickering over the dancing bodies, at the bass-heavy music thrumming through the floor. He shrugged, gaze flicking back to you. “And? They’re minding their business.”

Chris nodded. “Exactly. Ain’t nobody worried about us.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “Yeah, ‘cause they’d never expect you two to be saying some wild shit like this.”

Matt grinned, tapping his fingers against the back of the couch. “That’s the best part.”

Chris smirked, shifting just a little closer, voice dropping lower. “So? What’s stopping you?”

Your breath caught for half a second before you scoff, trying to ignore the way heat curls in your stomach at his words. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Matt leaned in slightly, the scent of his cologne mixing with the faint burn of whiskey. “That’s not a no.”

Chris tilts his head, eyes flicking over your face, searching, challenging. “Not even close.”

You roll your eyes at them, "Matt, be serious."

Matt grinned, cocky and easy. “I am serious. Dead serious, actually.” Turning to you, his gaze flicking over your face, then down to where your fingers curled around your glass. “Let’s be real, if you’re trying to actually have a good time, you’d pick me.”

Chris let out a sharp breath, like he couldn’t believe the audacity. “That’s rich, bro.” He turned to you, tapping a finger against his knee. “Look, if you want someone who actually knows what they’re doing—who can guarantee you won’t be left disappointed—” he gestured to himself with a lazy smirk, “I’m right here.”

He rolls his eyes, shifting to face you more fully, eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, so now you’re a professional?”

Chris leaned in slightly, dropping his voice just enough that it sent a small shiver up your spine. “Nah. I just know what I’m doing.”

Matt didn’t miss the way you shifted slightly, the way your breath hitched just barely, instead he grinned. "Alright Bet."

You narrowed your eyes, looking between them. “Bet?”

Matt leaned in, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face. “Yeah. Bet.”

Chris huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Man, she doesn’t believe us.” He tapped his fingers against his glass, then flicked his gaze to Matt. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

Matt didn’t hesitate. “Oh, absolutely.”

Before you could ask what that meant, Chris was already standing, stretching like he had all the time in the world. “C’mon.”

You raised an eyebrow. “C’mon where?”

Matt stood too, shooting you a look like the answer was obvious. “Somewhere we can actually prove a point.”

The party noise swelled around you—music pulsing, voices blending into an indistinct hum. Someone bumped into the couch behind you, laughing too loudly, and Chris tilted his head toward the hall. “Unless you wanna do this right here, in front of everyone?”

You exhaled sharply, ignoring the way your pulse picked up. “You’re both ridiculous.”

Chris grinned. “And yet, you’re still sitting here.”

Matt held out a hand, palm up, his fingers relaxed but expectant. He was still lounging on the edge of the couch, but there was a sharpness in his gaze now.

His shirt—black, slightly rumpled from the way he’d been sitting—stretched across his shoulders as he leaned forward just a little, like he was inviting you in without saying a word. The dim light softened the angles of his face, but his smirk was anything but gentle.

The silver chain around his neck caught the glow of the bedside lamp as he tilted his head, studying you like he already knew your answer. His jeans—worn just right, hanging low on his hips—shifted as he tapped his fingers against his knee, waiting.

“What’s it gonna be?”

Chris, still leaning back against the arm of the couch, ran a slow hand over his jaw, watching you like he had all the time in the world. His drink, long forgotten, sat on the coffee table, condensation beading against the glass.

Matt, on the other hand, was all expectation, fingers still tapping against his knee, his smirk deepening as the silence stretched. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured, tilting his head. “Don’t keep us waiting.”

Chris chuckled, low and warm, dragging a hand down your thigh in a way that made your breath hitch. “You can say no, ma,” he said, voice slow, teasing. “But we both know you don’t want to.”

You swallowed, your breath catching slightly as their words settled over you, thick and heavy.

The party noise still thrummed in the background, but it felt distant now—muted by the way Matt was watching you, by the slow, sudden, lazy drag of Chris’s fingers against your thigh.

Your skin burned where he touched, and Matt, sharp-eyed and smirking, definitely noticed.

Chris tilted his head toward the hallway again, voice smooth as ever. “Last chance, sweetheart.”

Matt’s fingers flexed, still waiting, still expectant.

Your pulse pounded in your ears.

You exhaled, slow, steady—then reached for Matt’s hand.

His smirk widened as his fingers curled around yours, firm, warm, grounding. Chris let out a low hum, clearly pleased, as he pushed off the couch, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary before he pulled away.

Without another word, Matt gave your hand a tug, guiding you up and off the couch.

Matt didn’t stop holding your hand as he led you down the hall, his grip firm but unhurried, his head tilting slightly as he scanned the doors. The thud of bass from the party faded with each step, the distant hum of conversation muffled behind closed rooms—most of them occupied, judging by the occasional bursts of laughter or the low murmur of voices.

Chris trailed just behind, close enough that the warmth of him ghosted over your shoulder. “Better hope he finds one quick,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement. “Unless you wanna put on a show.”

You shot him a look, but before you could reply, Matt’s hand tightened around yours. He stopped in front of a door, testing the handle. It gave easily, swinging open to reveal a dimly lit bedroom.

Without hesitation, Matt pulled you inside, and before you could fully register the shift, Chris followed, kicking the door shut behind him.

The room was small, barely furnished beyond the essentials—a bed pushed against the far wall, a desk cluttered with textbooks and empty Red Bull cans, a single lamp casting a warm, amber glow. The air smelled faintly of cologne and something sweet, like the lingering scent of someone’s perfume. A pile of clothes sat forgotten in the corner, a half-open closet revealing more chaos within. It wasn’t romantic, wasn’t planned, but none of that mattered.

Because the second the door clicked shut, Matt was on you.

He didn’t hesitate, didn’t give you a second to think before his hands found your face, tilting your head up as his lips crashed onto yours. His kiss was urgent, almost desperate, like he’d been waiting for this all night. Maybe even longer, maybe for years.

His fingers slid into your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp, just enough for him to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that made your knees weaken.

Chris chuckled from somewhere behind you. “Guess that answers that,” he murmured.

But Matt didn’t break away. If anything, he pulled you closer, pressing his body against yours, heat radiating from him like a furnace. His grip was firm, possessive, like he wanted to make sure you didn’t slip away. Like he needed you right here, right now.

Your back hit the edge of the bed, and for a split second, everything stilled—just long enough for Matt to look at you, his dark eyes searching yours, his breath hot against your lips. Then, without a word, he kissed you again, deeper this time, fingers trailing down your sides as if mapping out every inch of you.

Chris, still behind you, moved in closer, his presence like a slow-burning fire licking at the edges of your awareness. His fingers ghosted over your arm, featherlight, teasing. “Think you can handle both of us?” His voice was low, smooth, taunting.

Matt pulled back just enough to smirk, his thumb brushing your lower lip. “She can,” he murmured, like he already knew the answer. Like he had no doubt in his mind.

Your heartbeat thundered in your chest as Matt’s lips found your jaw, trailing kisses down the column of your throat, his hands never stopping their slow exploration of your body. Chris, patient but undoubtedly enjoying the show, tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering just long enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Tell us what you want,” Chris said, his tone softer now, coaxing.

Matt’s mouth found that spot just below your ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, making your breath hitch. “Or,” he added, voice dripping with amusement, “we could just keep teasing you until you beg for it.”

Chris let out a slow breath, his fingers flexing at his sides like he was holding himself back. His usual smooth confidence wavered, a flicker of something more restless flashing in his eyes.

Matt smirked against your skin, clearly enjoying the shift. “Getting impatient?” he teased, dragging his lips down the side of your neck just to prove a point.

Chris scoffed, but there was something else in the sound—something tight, barely restrained. “I already know you’re just warming her up for me.”

Matt huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, that’s cute,” he muttered. “You really think you’re gonna do better?”

Chris crossed his arms, confidence dripping from every inch of him.

“I don’t think, man. I know.” His eyes flicked to you, heat simmering just beneath the surface. “You’re just taking your time because you know I’ll have her coming undone faster than you ever could.”

Matt’s jaw ticked, just for a second, before his lips twisted into something dangerous. “Oh, that’s real funny. You talk a big game, but we both know you like to rush. I take my time. I make sure she feels every second of it.”

Chris scoffed. “Yeah? That’s just a nice way of saying you drag it out because you need the extra time to make up for what you’re lacking.”

Matt’s fingers ghosted over the straps of your dress, tracing a slow path down your shoulders before slipping beneath the fabric. He didn’t rush—no, that wasn’t his style. He took his time, peeling the straps down inch by inch, his fingertips skimming your skin like a promise.

“You see,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement as he let the dress dip lower, exposing more of you to the cool air, “you think this is about speed? Nah, man. This is about control. And we both know you don't have any."

Chris arched a brow, smirking. “That so?” He turned his gaze back to you, slow and deliberate. “Guess we’ll just have to see who really knows how to take their time with her.”

"You're on," Matt said, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned in closer, his breath tickling your ear. "Whoever's cock she comes on, loses."

Chris grinned, clearly enjoying the game.

"Fine by me. But remember, I'm not the one who needs to prove myself here."

Within an instant your dress was off of you, the beautiful fabric crumpled beneath you on the floor as you sat against the edge of the bed.

Matt kissed you harder, his lips hungry as his fingers snaked down your bare skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His touch was deliberate, teasing, as he traced the curve of your waist, pulling you closer and closer to him.

"You drive me crazy," he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and uneven. His hands gripped your thighs, parting them just enough to fit between as he pressed his body flush against yours.

Chris' voice cuts through the tension, a chuckle rumbling from in front of you, his voice smooth and absolutely fucking dripping with amusement.

"What do you say, ma—we could take turns eating you out, all while you lean back so pretty like this?" Chris chuckles, his hands brushing against one another, "Or I can put you on your hands and knees, pound into that soakin' pussy from behind?"

He smiles from in front of you, licking his lips as he continues, "Or—one of us could sit, make you ride one of us while the other watches, tell you just how fuckin' beautiful you are.."

Matt let out a low laugh, his hands never leaving your body, his fingers squeezed, teasing, making sure you felt every bit of his touch.

"Damn, Chris, you always gotta talk so much?" he mused, dragging his lips along your jaw before pulling back just enough to catch your gaze, his eyes gleaming with something wicked. "She’s already breathin’ all heavy for me."

His hands slid higher, one tracing up your spine while the other toyed with the strap of your bra. With a quick flick, the fabric loosened, sliding down your arms as he smirked.

"Let’s get this outta the way, huh?" he teased, tugging it off completely before letting his fingers trace against your tits. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as he played with your nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers.

Chris let out a low whistle, shaking his head with an amused smirk as he leaned back, arms crossing over his chest. "Damn, Matt, you’re already gettin’ hands-on? Pretty sure that’s a rule break."

Matt just chuckled, completely unbothered as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, watching the way you shivered under his touch. "Rules?" he mused, tilting his head slightly before glancing at Chris.

Chris arched a brow, tapping his fingers against his arm. "You know damn well we said we’d take turns—equal play, fair game." His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he eyed you. "But look at you, already claimin’ what ain’t just yours."

Matt smirked, he leaned back just a little, tilting his head at Chris, his hands moving to pinch gently at both of your nipples.

"Alright, then. Since you're so worried about rules, why don’t you remind me—what exactly are they?"

Chris chuckled, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair, eyes flicking between you and Matt. "Simple. We take turns. Three minutes each."

Matt arched a brow, lips twitching. "Three minutes, huh?"

Chris nodded, his smirk growing. "And you gotta move the whole time. No slacking, no just sittin’ there lookin’ pretty—you put in work every second."

Matt tilted his head, considering, then let his smirk deepen. “And what happens if one of us stops?"

“Then they lose.”

Chris took a slow step forward, the space between you shrinking in an instant, sitting beside you on the bed. "m' let's just warm this beautiful fuckin' body up first though—"His fingers brushed along your jaw before cupping your face fully, his touch warm and firm.

He held your gaze for a moment, his thumb stroking over your cheek before he leaned in, his lips barely brushing against yours as he leaned in, his tongue parting your lips just enough to taste you.

As Chris’ lips found yours, his tongue snaking against your own, Matt moved in his own way, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his breath warm, and tantalizing. He took his time, barely touching, leaving small kisses against you.

With a firm grip, Matt hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties almost instantly. But he didn’t rush—he wanted you to feel every inch of the fabric dragging over your skin.

As he slid them down, his hands pressed against your thighs, holding you still, as his gaze flicked up to meet yours, dark with intent. “You’re awful quiet,” he murmured, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Nervous?”

Chris chuckled from beside you, his fingers brushing against your jaw, tilting your face back toward him. “Nah,” he mused, his voice low, teasing. “She’s just feeling it.”

Matt hummed in agreement, his grip tightening just slightly as he slid the fabric lower, past your hips, past your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah?” His voice was soft, almost smug. “Then I better keep going.. huh?”

He slid your panties down your legs with agonizing slowness before tossing them aside, his gaze drinking in every inch of you. Chris let out a low chuckle, his eyes looming over your body, focused on the dripping mess between your legs, your folds coated in your sticky juices.

Matt leaned in, his lips against your clit as he pressed a soft kiss to it, his breath warm as he murmured, “Damn… this perfect fuckin' puffy pussy..”

Almost instantly, Chris moved behind you, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he pressed his chest against your back. His lips finding your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin as his arms curled around you, his fingertips resting on your nipples.

You could feel them harden under his touch, and a shiver ran down your spine as beneath you, Matt continued to tease your clit, his tongue beginning to gently flick against it, his lips sucking around it every so often.

You could hear the soft noise of his tongue flicking against your drenched pussy and his fingers holding your thighs apart all while Chris worked on your tits, his hands pinching them, cupping them in his hands as his thumbs moved to circle against your nipples.

Matt smiles against your pussy, his eyes on you as his lips detach from your clit, one of his hands moving to rub soft circles against your clit as he smiles up at you. "Bet you’ve been waiting for this… so needy and ready for us—Fuck, you're so wet for us, aren't you sweetheart?"

He leans back slightly, his gaze never leaving yours as he spits into his hand, the saliva glistening in the dim light. Your legs twitch as he moves, causing him to sigh, "Be a good girl f'me, keep those pretty legs open while I spit on your sloppy pussy."

You watch as he rubs his hands together before bringing them back to your pussy, his fingers spreading you open as he presses his spit-slicked hand against your clit.

The coolness of his saliva against your sensitive skin sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel your muscles tensing in anticipation as your moans echo throughout the room, causing Chris to chuckle from behind you, "Just like that… taking everything we give you, aren’t you?"

You moan, feeling Matt's assault on your pussy, his tongue mercilessly going back to flicking against your clit and circling around your folds, coating them in his saliva.

"That's it, baby," Chris whispers in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your neck. He chuckles, his lips gliding down your neck as he squeezes your tits with one of his ,“You’re shaking, baby—so desperate for us, huh?”

He chuckles, moving closer behind you, planting soft kisses along your neck and shoulder as his other hand slips two fingers into your mouth, encouraging you to suck on them.

As soon as you coat his long fingers with your spit, his hand dives down to rest on your lower thigh, the wetness from your saliva dripping against your skin.

"Matt—stop, one sec," he rasps, his lips leaving your shoulder as he groans.

Matt's eyes widen as he looks up at you, his tongue detaching from your clit as he backs up, clearly confused.

Meanwhile, Chris chuckles, sliding his two fingers into your pussy, thrusting it and out of you, his palm curling out to the side, allowing your clit no stimulation. "That's it, baby—take it all in—look at you, baby… taking my fingers so well. You were made for this, weren’t you?"

Matt smiles looking down at your absolutely drenched cunt, "Damn, just look at this mess… all for us? Filthy dirty girl.. You must’ve been starving for it."

As he speaks, he leans in and places his tongue back on your clit, starting to lap up the juices that have been flowing from your soaked pussy. The sensation is intense, sending shivers down your spine as you feel both Chris and Matt working your pussy, at the same time.

You fall back in ecstasy against Chris' chest, his fingers working inside of you as you moan for them both. Matt chuckles, his free hand finding its way to your other breast, massaging it gently just as Chris is, as he teases your clit with his tongue.

"You like it, don't you, both of us.. here, pleasuring this needy pussy?" he asks, his voice thick with desire.

"God, yes," you whimper, arching your back towards him. "Don't stop." Chris smirks at your words, his fingers moving faster inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over again.

Matt watches intently as Chris works your pussy, his eyes drawn to the metal rings on Chris's fingers. He can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, wishing he got to feel your pussy against him instead, but he pushes it aside, focusing on pleasuring you instead.

"You like seeing those rings, don't you?" Matt asks, his voice rough with desire against your clit as he leans in closer.

Chris chuckles, his fingers moving faster and harder, pressing right against your g-spot as Matt works your clit, your body going fucking dumb with all of the pleasure.

"You're close, aren't you?" Chris asks, his fingers moving in a circular motion, feeling your walls tighten around them. "Tell me how close you are," he demands, his voice low and commanding.

"I'm close," you whimper, your body shuddering as Matt's tongue flicks against your clit. "So close," you moan, your hips bucking against Chris's hand and Matt's face as they both try to hold you down.

Chris smirks, his fingers pressing harder against your g-spot as he feels you getting closer. "Tell me when you're going to cum," he growls, his voice low and threatening.

Matt's tongue flicks faster against your clit, his spit pooling against your folds as he his lips suck against your clit sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

You can feel the orgasm building inside of you, but before you can even cry out, Chris' fingers press harder against your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "Don't you dare cum yet."

You're so close, you can feel it throughout your entire body, your legs trembling, your fingers digging into the sheets as you beg for release.

"Please, please let me cum," you moan, your voice trembling with need. But Chris and Matt are relentless, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Tell me when you're going to cum," Chris demands again, his fingers working inside of you even faster.

"I can't...I can't hold it any longer," you whimper, your body shaking with pleasure.

"Yes, you can," Chris rasps, his fingers pressing harder against your g-spot. "Don't you dare cum yet," he growls, "c'mon be a good slutty girl and hold it for us, ma—c'mon hold that fuckin' cum in for us."

You bite your lip, trying your best to stifle the moans that want to escape your lips. Tears well in your eyes as Chris's fingers rub against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

"Fuck, you're so close, aren't you?" he chuckles darkly, adding another finger inside you. You nod frantically, unable to form words. "Good girl," he praises, "I knew you could do it." He leans in, capturing your lips in a rough kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as his fingers continue to work their magic. You moan into the kiss, tears stinging your vision as your body trembles with the effort of holding back your orgasm.

Suddenly, they stop all movement, Chris' fingers sliding out and Matt's lips leaving your clit; backing away to look up at you, his thumb rubbing soft circles over your shaking thigh.

You gasp for air, your body craving more of their touch, your body shaking, so close even now, you could cum without them even touching you.

Chris smirks down at you, his fingers still rubbing against your tits, his other hand rubbing against your other thigh, matching Matt's circling pace, his eyes dark with lust.

"I think you're all warmed up now—hmm ma?"

thank you for reading ! ♡

part two!

been dealing w kind of a lot but i lovee you all!! thank u for 600! sorry for the edge 😔 lots of dick next part tho!

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMARRY HER ANYWAY * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where the triplets and Y/N are going to a friend's wedding and with that a TikTok is recorded and sweet promises are made.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

I'm gonna marry her anyway

(Marry that girl) marry her anyway

The muffled beat of Rude by MAGIC! floated through Chris’s bedroom, blending with the soft hum of Y/N’s movements as she stood in front of the large bathroom mirror. The light bounced off the golden hoops she was fastening into her ears, her delicate fingers working quickly. Her dress shimmered faintly under the bright bathroom light, its fabric flowing elegantly around her as she shifted her weight from one bare foot to the other.

She hummed softly to the music, a content smile on her lips as she inspected herself one last time.

From the door that separated the bathroom to the bedroom, Chris leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, watching her with a fondness that made his chest tighten. His black suit fit him perfectly, but he hadn’t bothered to put on his tie yet, letting it hang lazily around his neck.

The sight of Y/N, so effortlessly beautiful and glowing in the warm bathroom light, made him forget about everything else - like the fact that they were running late.

Unable to resist, he pushed off the doorframe and walked toward her, his footsteps covered in white socks barely audible over the music.

Y/N didn’t notice him until she felt the warm press of his chest against her back, his arms sliding around her waist and pulling her close, interrupting her actions. The fabric of her dress brushed against his exposed forearms - caused by his rolled up sleeves, soft and smooth, tickling his skin.

"Chris." She said, a laugh already in her voice as she glanced at him in the mirror. "We’re going to be late."

"I don’t care." He murmured, his voice low and slightly raspy. He rested his chin on her shoulder for a moment, his eyes locked on her reflection. She looked radiant, her features lit with that subtle glow only she had.

She loved weddings.

His nose brushed against the shell of her ear, the freshly fastened earring cool against his skin. She shivered slightly at the sensation, her breath hitching just a bit. Chris smiled, pressing a soft kiss just behind her ear, where her pulse thrummed steadily beneath her skin.

"Is this new?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His lips ghosted over her neck as he peppered light kisses down to her shoulder and back up again. "You smell different. Good."

"Givenchy." Y/N replied, her voice teasing as her lips curled into a grin. "And stop that, you're going to make me all flustered before the wedding."

Chris chuckled, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against her temple.

"Flustered? Y/N, you’ve got me over here, acting like a lovesick fool. You should see yourself in the mirror. How am I supposed to focus on anything else when you look like this?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, shaking her head as she turned her face slightly to catch his reflection.

"You’re so whipped." She teased, a laugh bubbling out of her as she met his gaze in the mirror.

"I'm whipped." He agreed, tightening his hold on her waist. "Completely. Helplessly. Totally. Do you blame me?" He tilted his head to kiss her cheek, the warmth of his lips lingering on her skin.

Y/N laughed, tilting her head back slightly to look at him directly, with no mirror in the way.

"You’re such a sap." She said, her tone light but affectionate.

"And you're breathtaking." He countered easily, his voice genuine. "So who's really the problem here?"

Their laughter filled the small bathroom, blending with the tail end of MAGIC!'s song. They stayed like that for a moment, basking in each other’s warmth before a loud voice broke through from upstairs.

"Guys!" Nick’s shout echoed up the stairs. "We’re already late, and Matt's threatening to leave without you two! Come on, we need to film the TikTok!"

Chris groaned, his head dropping to Y/N’s shoulder dramatically.

"I'm about to lock the door and tell them we're staying home." He grumbled.

Y/N swatted his arm lightly, pulling away from his hold but giving him a quick kiss on the jaw first.

"You're ridiculous. Let's go before they actually leave us behind."

With one last longing glance, Chris sighed and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together before bringing it to his mouth, caressing her soft skin with his warm lips.

"Fine."

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The TikTok begins with Nick standing in front of the camera. He reaches out and clicks the record button, taking a moment to adjust his posture. Trying to keep a serious expression, he bows slightly, hands exaggeratedly gesturing to his light grey suit as if he’s presenting himself on a red carpet. He takes a step back, his shiny brown dress shoes scuffing lightly on the hardwood floor.

The background music - Club Penguin's Pizza Parlor tune - adds an ironic charm to it all, giving it a playful vibe despite the formal one.

Chris, standing to the left in the black suit that fits like it was made for him, follows Nick’s lead and backs away from the camera. His Balenciaga belt peeks out as he adjusts his freshly tied tie - Y/N insisted on doing it. His gaze shifts from his brothers to Y/N, who's standing by the stairs.

She looks stunning, her dress an elegant pastel shade of dusty rose with a slight shimmer. The bodice is fitted, embroidered with lace, while the skirt flows gracefully to just above her ankles, giving the look a modern yet timeless vibe. Thin straps hold the dress in place, showing off her collarbones and the delicate gold necklace matching her earrings. On her feet are nude heels with crisscross straps, simple but chic.

She catches Chris’s smirk and raises an eyebrow at him, amused by his antics at trying to look like a 007 agent.

Little did he know that he just looked like a bodyguard.

Chris shifts his attention to his polished black shoes, pretending to inspect them before turning to Matt, who stands beside him. Matt's also dressed in a sharp black suit, but unlike Chris, he’s opted for black sunglasses. He lifts his wrist dramatically to glance at it, as though checking the time on a non-existent watch, his face the picture of mock seriousness, causing Y/N to roll her eyes before pretending to peak at the "time" from above his shoulder.

Chris, also seeming not to be amused by his brother's act, extends a hand toward him. Matt glances at it, playing along for a beat before clasping it in a firm handshake.

Chris turns to Nick, offering him the same handshake. Nick accepts, pulling Chris in slightly before releasing his grip and looking back to the camera. With that done, Chris straightens his suit, smoothing the fabric as if he’s prepping for a mission. His movements are almost exaggerated.

Finally, Chris turns to Y/N. His hand extends toward her, palm up, and fingers curled slightly in invitation. His eyes glimmer with mischief and undeniable affection as he exaggerates the gesture, making it impossible for her to ignore. Y/N hesitates for a moment, a smile playing on her red tinted lips, before placing her hand in his, her manicured nails shining below the cold light.

Chris gently pulls her toward the center, stepping back to make room for her between him and his brothers. Once she’s positioned, he spins her gently, the soft fabric of her dress flaring out briefly with the movement. His gaze follows her every step, his expression one of complete adoration, like he’s seeing her for the first time all over again.

If his eyes could turn into hearts, they would.

Nick, standing to her right, catches the lovestruck look on Chris’s face and rolls his eyes dramatically. The motion is perfectly timed, and the TikTok ends there, freezing the frame on Nick’s mocking reaction and Y/N laughing happily to Chris as the music fades out.

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The soft murmur of the crowd faded into silence as the couple standing at the altar began their vows. The golden light of the late afternoon bathed the wooden room, pouring in through the grand windows, casting an ethereal glow over the scene.

Y/N sat wrapped in Chris’s arms, her back pressed against his chest as they stood near the back of the room, watching the moment unfold like a scene from a romance movie from the 2000's.

The bride’s voice quivered with emotion as she spoke, her words of love and commitment filling the air. Beside her, the groom’s expression was one of pure adoration, his eyes shining as he hung on every syllable. The child holding the rings - a sweet girl with wide green eyes and soft brown curls - stood between them, clutching the tiny velvet pillow with the gold bands resting neatly on top.

Y/N couldn’t tear her gaze away. Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears, her lips curved into a soft, dreamy smile that made her entire face glow. She could feel her heart swelling with every heartfelt word exchanged, and her stomach fluttered as though it had grown wings. The love in the room was almost tangible, surrounding them in its warmth and purity.

Chris tightened his arms around her, his strong, steady frame grounding her between her crazy emotions. His pale cheek rested lightly against her temple, and she felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest behind her. The steady rhythm of his breathing was a comforting anchor.

He noticed how her chest rose and fell more quickly than usual, her breath hitching every so often.

A smile curled on his face as he lowered his head slightly, his lips brushing against the delicate curve of her ear as he spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"You’re glowing, you know that?" He murmured, his words melting into her skin.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, and she turned her head slightly, meeting his eyes with a shy smile.

"It’s just so beautiful." She whispered back, her voice trembling with emotion. "This is everything."

Chris’s lips quirked into a soft, knowing smile as he pressed a kiss just above her ear, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her hip.

"One day, it’ll be us up there." He murmured, his voice low and full of promises that he couldn't verbalize right now, but Y/N understood perfectly.

Her breath caught, and she blinked up at him, her wide, shining eyes searching his for any hint of teasing. But there was none, only sincerity and a quiet certainty that took her breath away.

Chris leaned closer, his lips brushing against her temple, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

"One day, I’ll be the one standing at the altar, watching you walk down the aisle, looking like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen." He whispered. "And then we’ll say our vows, exchange our rings... and maybe, if we're lucky, we’ll have a couple of kids holding them for us."

Her heart stuttered, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as she turned fully in his arms, her hands resting against his chest.

"Chris." She whispered, her voice shaky as the tears in her eyes blurred her whole vision.

He cupped her face gently, his thumbs brushing the corner of her eyes.

"I mean it, Y/N." He said softly, his blue eyes steady and unwavering. "You’re it for me. I can’t imagine my life without you. So one day, when we’re ready, we’ll make this dream yours. Ours."

A single tear slipped down her cheek, and Chris caught it with a kiss, his lips warm against her skin.

"You’ll marry me?" She asked, her voice barely audible as her fingers curled into the lapels of his suit.

"One day." He promised, his forehead resting against hers. "And every day after that, I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you the way you deserve. My pretty future bride."

Before she could respond, the sound of applause brought them back to the present moment. The couple at the altar had exchanged rings, their love sealed with a kiss, and the room erupted in celebration.

Y/N turned back toward the altar, leaning back into Chris’s embrace as her heart soared. She rested her head against his chest, his arms tightening around her protectively as they watched the newlyweds bask in the glow of their love.

As the music swelled and laughter filled the air, Y/N knew with absolute certainty that her dream wasn’t just a fantasy anymore, it was her future, and it was standing right there, holding her as if he’d never let go.

(Marry that girl) yeah, no matter what you say

(Marry that girl) and we'll be a family

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Extra - TikTok comments:

"WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE THEY'RE AUDITIONING FOR MEN IN BLACK??? 💀"

"nick's "bow" is sending me, he really said 007 but make it goofy"

"mission: look hotter than the groom and the bride, and they're succeeding"

"CAN WE TALK ABOUT Y/N?!?! Like, HELLO??? she's glowing. that dress was MADE for her"

"chris looking at Y/N like she painted the stars in the sky. I'm SCREAMING, I NEED THAT RIGHT NOW!"

"chris's eyes literally turn into hearts when he’s with her, I can't 😭"

"they're not even married yet, but I know their wedding is going to break the internet"

"MATT PRETENDING TO CHECK HIS NONEXISTENT WATCH 💀 sir, we see you!!"

"chris straightening his suit before asking for Y/N’s hand... I’m unwell. he’s so dramatic and in love, it’s disgusting (I’m obsessed)"

"chris pulling Y/N into the middle like she’s the main event because she IS"

"who cares about the wedding they’re going to, chris and Y/N ARE the wedding"

"nick's eye roll at the end was SO on brand. he's like 'we get it, Chris, you’re in love, move on' LMAO"

"chris and Y/N are going to make the prettiest married couple, no one can convince me otherwise"

"Nick: suave

Matt: stoic

Chris: Y/N is the love of my life, and I need the world to know."

© vanteguccir

[lov3bug]

He’s gonna do so good with our children someday🤭🙏

[soshere]

i'll never get over this

[naisturns]

oh wow chris... that's something...

[scorpio1205]

Matt talking about Bambi Compilation

Summary: A tiktok compilation of Matt finding ways to talk about or bring up Bambi

Warnings: swearing, talks of fluff, Matt being a simp, Matt being in love and cute Bambi and Matt stories

Bambi sighed opening her eyes, she had been laying in bed, her back pressed into Matt's chest for about an hour with no luck falling asleep, no matter how hard she tried she ended up just staring at the wall. After a minute she leaned over to the bedside table grabbing her phone and opening tik tok, making sure that the brightness and sound of her phone didn't wake Matt up.

She scrolled aimlessly barely paying attention to the videos when she scrolled past a video that she had assumed was a Matt edit only to see her name as she scrolled down, she quickly scrolled back up pausing and reading the title.

'Matthew Sturniolo Finding Any Excuse to Bring Up Bambi Compilation'

A small smile formed on her face, she didn't think Matt brought her up that much but apparently the fans thought otherwise. She looked over at Matt for a second before looking at the screen unpausing and getting comfortable.

Clip 1. from THEY'RE A 10 BUT... they aren’t your valentine

Matt sat in the drivers seat looking at his phone clearly not really paying attention that much

"They're a ten but every time you ask them a question they say 'huh' but when you go to repeat yourself they finish the question then answer it."

Chris snickered slightly "That shits so ann-"

"That's not that bad" Matt immediately cut him off finally looking up from his phone a little defensive.

"Kid what are you talking about that shit is really fucking annoying"

Matt glared at his brother "It isn't that annoying. I say 10"

Before Chris could respond Nick started to laugh "I know that look"

"What loo-"

Nick and Chris both cut him off in unison "The 'I'm about to bring up Bambi look'"

Matt smiled sheepishly looking away for a moment before looking back at his brothers "Okay but she can't help it. She isn't saying what cause she can't hear you, it just takes her a second to register what you're saying."

His brothers sighed leaning back, they knew Matt was about to go on a rant about Bambi

"She's literally perfect. Her doing that doesn't change the fact that she's a 10, scratch that shes a 100. You two are just-"

"We get it Matt, Bam is a goddess"

"And don't you forget it."

Clip 2. From Ghost Hunting at Haunted Driskill Hotel (ft. Sturniolo Triplets)

The triplets stood near Sam and Colby, Chris and Nick explaining that they had spent the last month studying their videos to prepare for this Collab.

The boys all turned to Matt for his answer.

He grinned like a kid on Christmas. "My girlfriend, Bambi, has been watching your guys videos for a few years"

Nick and Chris groaned knowing Matt was waiting for an opportunity to bring up Bambi.

"So I feel like out of Nick, Chris and I, I might be the most prepared for this."

"Just wait, this won't be the first time he brings up Bambi this video"

Clip 3. From 20 year olds playing with kids toys.

Matt held Snowy the lambs leash looking at Nick and Chris. "Pretend Bambi and I have a kid right-"

"Does Bambi know about this?!?"

"Shut up Chris." He motioned back to Snowy. "And this is our baby, and we're introducing them to you for the first time, You guys are uncles for the first time and it's Snowy!"

Nick made a face "This is getting a little to realistic to me, but continue"

"This is all normal okay."

Chris looked weirded out and a bit jealous. "Is this a disclaimer or something?"

"Shhhhh,"

Clip 4. From RATING A DOZEN CRAZY DONUTS 1-12 (Special appearance from Bambi) *May make a blurb on this*

Chris was annoying the shit out of Matt with his constant badgering about the donuts ratings.

"You know what we need, an unbiased opinion. Someone who's likes donuts but it really picky....."

Chris looked up confused not fully registering what he was saying, but Nick knew what he was saying "I couldn't agree more"

Chris realized what they were implying and smiled having a feeling that he was gonna win in this case. "Fine"

"Should I get her?" Matt waited for them to both nod to stand up "Baby, can you come here for a second!"

After a second Bambi walked into frame in a pair of grey sweats and a blue tub top "What's going on?" She noticed the camera and smiled waving slightly.

"We need your help" They spoke in unison.

Clip 5. Waffles, Pancakes, or French Toast (Ft. Bambi)

"Matt, you are such a fucking baby and I hate it! Cause I know what you're gonna say. You like chocolate chip cookies as if you're not about to be fucking 19 years old"

Nick made a face "Chocolate chip pancakes?"

"Yeah chocolate chip pancakes" Chris corrected rolling his eyes.

"Good, I was about to say what do cookies have to do with this"

Chris ignored him continuing continuing his rant, his annoyance clear.

"Matt have you ever gone to Denny's and gotten the french toast slam?"

"No but i've gotten chocolate chip pancakes from there"

"And they were fucking gross I bet"

Matt rolled his eyes turning away and opening his phone "You're fucking gross" he shut out what his brothers were speaking about texting someone, after a moment he looked up. "You know who I bet agrees with me?

"Who Matt?"

Matt smiled "Bambi"

A loud scoff left Chris' mouth "There is no way Bam-Bam agrees with you"

"Wanna bet" Matt laughed pressing the call button.

"Dude, she's probably sleeping hang up"

"She's not sleeping, we were just texting-"

Suddenly the phone stopped ringing "Hey"

Matt smiled hearing her voice "Hey Bam. We have a question for you"

"What's the question?"

"If you had to get rid of pancakes, waffles or french toast. What would you get rid of?"

They all waited patiently for her to answer.

"Do you want me to answer honestly?"

Both Chris and Matt answered immediately "Yes"

"Honestly, I'd get rid of waffles or french toast" She laughed.

"YES!"

"WHAT?! Bambi, how could you get rid of waffles or french toast?" Chris was absolutely flabbergasted.

"I'm not the biggest breakfast person. When I go to diners I normally get a bacon cheese burger and fries. But I do really like pancakes just not from a diner. I'd rather make them at home"

Chris looked appalled "So you'd get rid of waffles or french toast"

"Yeah, but I think I'd get rid of french toast if I absolutely had to choose"

"WHAT?!?!"

Matt looked like he was on cloud 9 "Bam, have I ever told you how much I freaking love you?"

"Not nearly as much as you should"

"Well I'll start telling you more. Thank you for answering"

"No problem, I'll see you guys tomorrow" With that she hung up.

Bambi was a giggling mess when the tik tok ended, she suddenly felt Matt's grip on her tightening.

"Maybe Nick and Chris are right....I do talk about you a lot." Matt mumbled groggily.

She turned over putting her phone down, her nose immediately brushing his. "It's okay.... I like it, makes me feel loved"

"Good, that's all I want" He leaned in tiredly kissing her.

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User432: The fact that you can see how in love with her he is just by the way he lights up when he says or hears her name! STAWP!

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ tiktok trends

𝜗𝜚 blurb !

IN WHICH— ballerina! reader loves to do tiktok trends

| some swearing but i think thats it

01: we listen and we dont judge

matt’s phone was set up, capturing the happy couple sitting in front of matt’s gaming setup, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, face sat on her shoulders

“okay, i know this isn’t matt’s usual 1 month lip sync video, but i’ve been dying to do this,” she looks at matt through the phone screen, a small smile plastered on his face. “we listen and we dont judge,” they both say, matt allowing the girl to go first. “okay so,’ she begins, sighing dramatically. “sometimes, after we eat diner and i say im so full, when you come upstairs to play fortnite, i grab a bowl of ice cream and down it”

matt laughs, “thats why you always taste like strawberry afterwards,” you smack his arm playfully, “i always assumed it was your lip balm” he giggles out, leaving a small kiss on your shoulder

"we listen and we don’t judge”

“so, sometimes when you’re telling me about something you saw, or did, or just any story really, i secretly set a timer on my phone to see how long it takes you to finish telling me that story. “matt!” you excaim, hitting his knee, “your record is like 11 minutes” he laughs out, watching as you join him. “thats your minimum record sweetie, that’s the bar i’ve set to get out of the conversation”

“we listen and we dont judge”

“on the rare occasion that i wake up early, and like before you, i just admire you. i even take pictures of you, i have like a whole album of you sleeping, i feel like i have over 200” matt’s jaw drops, “you watch me sleep?!” “hey, hey! we listen and,” ‘we dont judge… okay well sometimes when i say the bluetooth in my car has been acting up it’s really because i don’t wanna hear your music” "babe!" you pout, “i have excellent music taste!!” ‘’i never said you didn’t, sometimes im just not in the mood for taylor swift, “okay… valid”

“we listen and we don’t judge”

“okay this might be a little weird, but when we first started dating, i thought your teeth were the most attractive part of you…” matt side eyes the girl in front of him, “what?” "yeah! honestly it wasn’t even when we started dating, when i first became a fan of the sturniolo triplets, i thought your teeth were just the hottest thing in the world," “is that why you always lick them—” "hey! we listen,” "and we don’t judge. i check your makeup products every 2 weeks to see how you’re doing on them, and if something is below halfway through, i immediately order a replacement” “wait stop, thats so cute” “that’s why i always manage to ‘guess’ what you need in those little baskets i give you” "i love you” you mumble, rubbing your hand on his

“last one?” he asks, bringing your hand up to his mouth, giving it a small peck. “mhm, we listen and we don’t judge. anytime i cook, i never let your serve our plates because i know you’ll give me more food than i’m allowed to eat” matt looks at you through the phone, facial expression a little saddened, “whattt, you know i have a strict diet”

“yeah...but you know i’d still love you if you were a little chunkier…right?" the boy mumbles, rubbing your stomach. “yeah i know, i wouldn’t mind it i suppose, but you know i can’t be due to the roles i get”

“we listen and we don’t judge”

“whenever we have anything in a jar, i always make sure to tighten them as much as i can so you’ll always come ask me for help” matt laughs out, watching as disbelief crawls onto your face. “matthew!” "hey we aren’t judging!!” "wait i have one more! remember that time we watched a scary movie and you couldn’t spend the night?” "yeah?” "after you left, i grabbed the biggest kitchen knife i have and slept with it” matt’s jaw drops, “i was scared!” you giggle, “sweetie that’s so dangerous, you could’ve came with me y'know"

02: calling my boyfriend my husband

your phone was propped up on your vanity, capturing your whole room along with your connected bathroom's door

"hey guys!! come get dressed with me to go on a movie date with my husband!" you exclaim, clasping your hands together

"you said what?" matt's head pokes out from the bathroom, a big smile plastered on his face. "hm?" you ask, tone littered with fake confusion

"who're you going on a date with?" "my husband?" "who?! me!?" he asks, practically bouncing with joy. "yeah! who else?" "so you wanna marry me??" "of course i do!" you laugh out, squealing as the giddy boy runs up to you

he picks you up and spins around, laughing with excitement, "yall heard that?! we're getting married!"

03: trying on my boyfriends clothes while he isnt home

"hellur tiktok, im currently in my boyfriend's closet tryna piece outfits together. where's matt some may ask? great question, think they went to get food"

you stop the clip, grabbing your first outfit; a simple green fresh love shirt with baggy jeans and his red dunks. you're quick to put everything on, pressing the red button on your screen once again

"chris seriously needs to make crop tops" you mumble, grabbing the shirt so it'd fit your figure and tying it with a hair tie. "lowkey, this isnt bad! yes the shoes are huge on me, and i look like im sagging, but nothing a belt cant fix!" you say, walking back to the closet while holding your pants up.

"see!" you say, securing the belt on and giving a 360 spin. "i'd definitely wear this somewhere, maybe a concert? on to the next fit!"

the next clip in your tiktok captures you in the center of the screen, shaking your head no. "i tried to make this work, but this is just a no" you were wearing a classic white tank top and grey sweats and they just didnt make you look good, at least in your eyes

you stop the clip and look at your next option, his infamous pink bear shirt and his blue plaid pajama pants. you actually liked this one, it fit big on you, but it made you feel comfy

"i like this one! next time i spend the night here, imma wear this. yeah its a bit big..." you stretch your hands out, the shirt still covering your belly, "but it's comfy! oh my god, after a long day of rehearsal, when all i wanna do is sleep afterwards?? yeah this is the fit!" you give the camera another 360 spin, arms still extended

you suddenly stop, your face immediately turns a slight shade of red. "baby? what're you doing?" the camera picks up, watching as you put your arms down. "uhhh what does it look like?" you nervously ask, you weren't expecting matt to be home so early, and you especially weren't expecting him to see you like this

"looks like you were trying on my clothes," he licks his lips, a mischievous smile making its way onto his face. "you look good, like really good" he mumbles, entering the room and walking towards you. "matthew be for real," you playfully roll your eyes at him. "oh i am", he swiftly picks you up, kissing you deeply. you instinctively wrap your legs around him, arms going to wrap around his neck as well

"recording. stop it" you mumble, waving to your phone. matt quickly reconnects your lips, walking towards your phone and smacking it down. the last thing it caught before the timer ran out was your squeal as matt threw you onto the bed

a/n: sum light heh, check out my masterlist for more 😛

[chrisshands]

HIS EYES

I NEED HIM TO SLUT ME OUT SO BAD

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTIKTOK TRENDS⁵ * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　4 times that Y/N and Matt made a couple's trend on tiktok.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²　::　part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4

1. We listen, and we don't judge

Y/N's phone was set up, angled perfectly to capture herself and Matt sitting in front of Matt's computer desk in their room, with his arm lazily draped over Y/N’s shoulder, caressing her covered skin.

"Alright, people, welcome back. We’re doing the 'We Listen and We Don’t Judge' trend because, apparently, you guys are crazy to see us admitting some things." Y/N starts, glancing at Matt, who’s watching her through her phone screen with a small smile decorating his features. "Keyword: don’t judge, okay?" She emphasizes, holding up a finger to his face. "I know how you get."

"I’m the least judgmental person, you know." Matt counters, looking directly at her, smirking. "Ladies first."

Y/N looks at the camera dramatically, as if preparing for a confession of a lifetime.

"Okay... so... I’ve been lying about being afraid to get my driver’s license-"

Matt’s jaw drops in faux shock.

"What?!"

"Wait, wait, wait." She quickly holds up her hand. "I say I’m scared, but I’m really not. I just don’t want to drive because I love it when you drive me everywhere so I can be your passenger princess."

Matt covers his face with both hands, groaning.

"Y/N! Are you serious right now?" His voice sounds muffled by his palms.

"Yes!" She giggles. "Because I know you’ll always do it. Even if it's the middle of the night."

He shakes his head, clearly trying not to smile.

"Can't believe I have a second Chris in my life... We listen, and we don’t judge, I guess." He rolls his eyes at her playfully.

"Hey! Don't compare me to Christop-"

"Shh, it's my turn now." Matt straightens up. "Sometimes, when I’m separating our clothes for laundry..." He pauses dramatically.

Y/N narrows her eyes at him.

"What?"

"I... smell your panties to check if they’re, like, really dirty."

Her mouth falls open.

"MATT!"

"What?!" He exclaims defensively. "We listen, and we don’t judge, remember?"

"That’s not listening. That’s borderline psychotic!" She laughs, smacking his arm.

"It’s efficient!" He insists, laughing along with her. "And they always smell good, by the way."

"Okay, okay. That's what intimacy and three years living together do to you, guys." She says, sighing dramatically. "My turn again." Y/N leans forward conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Sometimes, especially during the winter, when there are dirty dishes in the sink, I pretend not to see them, so you’ll wash them."

Matt throws his head back in exaggerated disbelief.

"Are you kidding me?! You make me wash dishes all the time purposefully, then?"

"We listen, and we don’t judge!" She says quickly, pointing at him.

"Y/N, I knew it! I’d be like, 'How did she miss that giant pile of plates?', because I know that Chris doesn't wash his for anything in this world and Nick is cleaner than that."

"It’s selective blindness." She admits, shrugging innocently. "And don't call me dirty, asshole!"

"Unreal." He mutters, but his smile lets it be known that he isn't mad. "Okay, my turn. Remember when I went to Boston by plane alone last month, and I decided last minute I wanted you to come with me?"

Y/N nods.

"Yeah, and you surprised me with a plane ticket. It was so sweet."

"Well, the tickets were super expensive exactly because it was last minute, like a thousand dollars more than when I bought mine." Matt starts, scratching the back of his neck. "But I bought it anyway because I didn’t want us to be on separate planes. If the plane crashed, I wanted us to die together."

Y/N stares at him in shock.

"MATT. WHAT THE-"

"We listen, and we don’t judge!" He defends himself, holding up his hands.

"That is so sweet and so morbid at the same time!" She exclaims.

Matt shrugs.

"It made sense to me at the time."

Y/N takes a deep breath, clearly trying not to laugh too hard.

"Can't believe you spent more than a thousand dollars on a plane ticket to Boston." She shook her head in disbelief.

"Can't blame me for wanting to have my girl back home with me." He muttered, smiling shyly at her.

She pouts, looking at the camera with a 'Are you seeing this cuteness?' look.

"You're really sweet, you know that?" She takes his hand closer to hers, taking it to her mouth and sealing his skin with her lips. "Alright. Here’s another one. I always let you serve me my plate when I cook any meal because I know you’ll put more food on mine than yours."

Matt raises an eyebrow.

"And you call me psychotic?"

"You’re predictable!" She shoots back, grinning. "And the more food, the better."

He chuckles.

"Fine. We listen, and we don’t judge. My turn again. When I go to take a shower and say I forgot to grab my towel..."

Y/N immediately narrows her eyes.

"Oh no. What now?"

"I didn’t actually forget it. I’m just too lazy to grab it myself, so I call you to bring it to me."

"Matthew!" She exclaims, smacking his arm again.

He laughs, unbothered.

"Hey, you bring it every time, so I figured it wasn’t a big deal."

She rolls her eyes, trying not to laugh.

"Of course I do! I don't want you to drip all over our bedroom." Her voice gets high-pitched. "Unbelievable." Y/N takes a deep breath while looking at her phone camera. "Okay, last one from me. When you go record videos with Nick and Chris out of the house, I play Fortnite on your computer."

Matt’s eyes widen.

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

"On my account?"

"Yup!"

Matt gasps, scandalized.

"You’re out here ruining my stats?"

"No! I’m good, I promise!"

He narrows his eyes at her, clearly skeptical but amused.

"Chat, she's lucky she's cute."

Y/N grins and leans against him, softly caressing his hand with her fingers.

"Your turn to end it, babe."

Matt thinks for a moment, then grins.

"Alright. Final confession. One time, you needed my help to open this sweet jar I had just bought. It was one of those really stubborn, super-sealed ones, and you couldn’t get it open no matter how hard you tried."

"So...?" Y/N pulls away from him, frowning in confusion.

"The thing is, when I got it open, you looked at me in this way that... let’s just say I felt very appreciative of my strength." He wetted his lips, trying to hide his smile.

"Matt!" She exclaimed, searching his eyes with wide ones, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.

"Wait, wait, it gets better!" He said, waving her off. "So later, I went back to that sweet jar and tightened it as hard as I possibly could just so you'd have to ask me for help again."

Y/N mouth open in disbelief.

"You did not."

"Oh, I absolutely did." He said proudly, his grin stretching from ear to ear. "And it worked! Next day, you were struggling with it again, and there I was, showing up to save your day."

Y/N swatted his arm, though she couldn’t help but laugh.

"You’re the worst! I can’t believe you manipulated me with a sweet jar."

"It’s called strategy, babe." He said, dodging her playful hits. "And you totally fell for it."

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2. A boy who's jacked and kind

The soft hum of Sabrina's song filled the room as Y/N set her phone up on the dresser, already recording, before standing in front of Matt, a sweet smile tugging at her lips as she looked into the front camera. Her hands rested loosely at her sides, and her bright expression mirrored the expectation to finally do the TikTok trend.

Behind her, Matt stood tall, his brown hair slightly messy decorating his straight face. His posture was casual, hands resting on his hips, as he waited for the right moment.

As the verse "A boy who’s jacked and kind” began to play, Matt immediately lowered himself behind her, bending slightly to grab Y/N by her thighs. The motion was swift but careful, his hands wrapping securely around her legs just above her knees. Without breaking a sweat, he hoisted her into the air, lifting her as though she weighed nothing.

Y/N let out a loud, surprised laugh, but it didn’t break her radiant smile to the phone. She reached down instinctively to hold onto his shoulder, her fingers brushing the collar of his pink shirt for stability.

Matt straightened up, effortlessly placing her on his right shoulder. His grip on her thighs was firm yet gentle, ensuring she wouldn’t lose her balance. With Y/N sitting comfortably on him, Matt turned his attention back to the front camera.

Grinning brightly, he flexed his left bicep exaggeratedly, his arm bulging just enough to make the flex appear, a contrast to his lean frame.

The two of them looked like they were in Disneyland, their expressions full of joy. Matt’s smile stretched wide, his boyish expression evident as he proudly held Y/N on his shoulder. Meanwhile, Y/N’s laughter was silent as she leaned forward slightly, her cheeks flushing with amusement.

When posted, Y/N made sure to put the caption as: those push-ups are really getting him somewhere.

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3. Being rude to my triplet's girlfriend to see his reaction

The phone was already recording when the Crumbl Cookies were neatly arranged on the wooden table. The pastel pink box was opened, revealing an assortment of cookies that looked almost too pretty to eat. Y/N sat between Matt and Chris, her eyes wide with excitement as she leaned closer to it. Nick stood opposite them, fiddling with his phone to adjust the camera angle.

"This is so cute." Y/N said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "I can’t believe I’m finally doing a Crumbl Cookie review with you guys!"

Matt smiled at her, his hand naturally finding its place on her knee beneath the table.

"You'll love the lemon one." He said, his tone warm and encouraging.

Chris and Nick exchanged a quick glance, their smirks barely concealed. They had planned this little prank earlier that morning, where they would pretend to be rude to Matt's girlfriend just to see his reaction. Y/N was in on it, of course, and she’d been surprisingly eager to play along.

"Alright, let’s get this over with." Nick said, his tone sharp as he rolled his eyes dramatically, sitting by Chris's side. "Can we just start? I don’t want to sit here all day."

Y/N blinked, her smile faltering just slightly.

"Oh, um, okay..." She said softly, glancing at Matt, who immediately noticed the change in her tone.

"What’s the rush?" Matt asked, narrowing his eyes at Nick.

"Yeah, Nick." Chris chimed in, turning slightly so he could look into Nick's eyes. "Not like this is going to be a life-changing experience or anything. It’s just cookies."

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, her hand fidgeting with her napkin.

"I mean, I’m just really excited." She said, her voice quieter now, playing her part. "I've seen you guys do this when you went back to Boston, and I really wanted to do it too."

Matt’s jaw tensed as he looked between his brothers.

"What the fuck is wrong with you two? You both like some of those."

Nick scoffed, picking up a cookie and taking a careless bite.

"Honestly, I don’t get the hype. They’re just cookies. We've tried all of it with Nate already. You don’t have to act like it’s a five-star restaurant or something."

Chris snorted, grabbing his own cookie and making a point to ignore Y/N entirely.

"Yeah, and she hasn’t even tried them yet. Bet she’s gonna overreact or something."

Matt’s hand left Y/N’s knee as he sat up straighter, his protective instincts kicking in.

"What the fuck are you guys on about?" He snapped, his voice sharper now. "Why are you being such assholes?"

Y/N pretended to shrink in her seat, her lips pressing together as if she were holding back tears. Matt noticed immediately and turned his full attention to her.

"Babe, hey." He said softly while his hands found hers, squeezing her fingers, his voice and act a stark contrast to the anger he’d just directed at his brothers. "Don’t listen to them, okay? They’re just being idiots. We can eat all of it if you want to."

Y/N nodded, her eyes wide as she tried to maintain her act.

"I just... I was really excited, but maybe it’s not a big deal. We can do another-"

"No, it is a big deal." Matt said firmly, his gaze flicking back to Nick and Chris with a glare that could melt ice. "What are you two on about? She’s excited about this, and you’re just shitting on it for no reason."

Chris held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Alright, chill, Matt. It’s not that serious."

Matt’s eyes narrowed, his voice rising.

"Not that serious? Are you fucking kidding me? You’re being rude as hell to my girlfriend. How is that not serious?"

Nick laughed nervously, clearly trying to stay in character but faltering under Matt’s hard stare.

"We’re just saying it’s not a big deal. No need to get all worked up."

Matt scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You’re unbelievable. Seriously, what’s wrong with you? Do you not know how to treat people with respect?"

Y/N placed a gentle hand on Matt’s arm, trying to calm him down.

"Matt, it’s okay..."

"No, it’s not okay." He said, his voice softening as he looked at her but still laced with frustration. "You don’t deserve to be treated like this, especially not by them." He pointed at his brothers with disdain. "You two can get out of here if it's so hard to eat cookies, and-"

Chris finally cracked, unable to hold back his laughter any longer, interrupting the middle triplet.

"Okay, okay, stop. Matt, it’s a joke!"

Nick followed suit, laughing as he raised his hands defensively.

"Yeah, it’s a TikTok trend! We were just messing with you to see how you’d react."

Matt froze, his brows furrowing as he processed their words.

"A trend?"

Y/N bit her lip, finally breaking character as she let out a soft laugh.

"Yeah... I knew about it. I’m sorry, babe, but we wanted to see how you’d feel in this situation."

Matt’s expression shifted from anger to disbelief as he leaned back in his chair.

"You’re kidding me."

Chris grinned, still laughing.

"Dude, you were ready to kill us. You’re such a good boyfriend. It’s actually insane."

"You guys are fucking idiots." Matt ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head with a mix of exasperation and amusement. "I'm going to bed. C'mon, Y/N."

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4. Rating kisses

The warm glow of fairy lights lit up the cozy bedroom as Y/N adjusted her phone on her right hand, Matt's fingers brushing against her thigh as she settled by his side on the edge of the bed.

"So." Y/N began. "This filter gives us ten different types of kisses, and we have to rate each one of them."

Matr tilted her head, smirking.

"And this is your excuse to receive ten kisses from me in one sitting?"

Y/N gasped dramatically, her hand flying to her chest.

"Excuse me? This is for science! We are conducting a very serious experiment here."

Matt rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile.

"Fine. Let’s see how you do, Ms. Science."

She hit the screen, and the filter started spinning before landing on the first kiss: Cheek Kiss.

Matt leaned closer, cupping her face with one hand as he pressed a soft, warm kiss to her cheek, lingering just long enough to make her blush. He pulled back, a smug look on his face.

"Well?" He prompted, his eyebrows wiggling jokingly.

"Hmm... I’ll give it a 2." She shrugged, biting back a grin when seeing his reaction to her saying. "It was nice, but we’ve got nine more to go. Gotta leave room for improvement."

Matt muttered something under his breath about "ungrateful test subjects", but the filter moved on to the next kiss: Neck Kiss.

Y/N’s lips curved into a large grin, and her cheeks turned pink.

"Don’t make this weird, Matthew."

"Oh, I would never." He said, his voice dripping with mock innocence.

He scooted closer, gently brushing her hair aside. His lips brushed against the curve of her neck, soft and slow, sending a shiver down her spine. She let out an involuntary squeak, his warm breath tickling her skin, and Matt pulled back with a satisfied smile.

"Okay." She said, trying to compose herself. "That’s a 3."

"Damn right it is." He said, leaning back triumphantly.

The next kiss popped up: Forehead Kiss.

Matt’s expression softened immediately. He reached out, cupping her face with both hands, bending her head before leaning in to press a tender kiss to her forehead. It wasn’t rushed or playful, just sweet and sincere, filled with affection.

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, her heart melting at the gesture. When she opened them, her voice was soft.

"That’s a 4. I really love this one."

Matt smiled, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

"I do, too."

The fourth kiss was Spiderman Kiss.

Matt immediately leaned back, his head hanging on the air above the mattress, almost bending his whole spine with his hair falling around.

"Alright, let’s do this." He said, his voice muffled by his awkward position.

Y/N laughed, leaning over him and pressing an upside-down kiss to his lips, the angle making it clumsy but undeniably sweet.

They pulled apart, both laughing.

"Okay, that’s a 7." Y/N said, still giggling. "Cute, but kind of impractical."

"Agreed." Matt said, sitting back up and rubbing his aching neck.

The next kiss was Nose Kiss.

Y/N laughed softly as Matt leaned in again, rubbing their noses together in an exaggerated Eskimo kiss before pecking the tip of her nose lightly.

"You're adorable." She looked into his eyes for a second. "I’ll give it a 5."

Then came the Bite Kiss.

Matt’s grin turned mischievous.

"Now this one, I'm the best at."

"Don’t be too hard!" Y/N warned, but her voice wavered slightly. "You left a bruise on my shoulder the last time you decided that biting me was a good idea."

He ignored her comment and lifted her arm, his teeth closing around the exposed skin. He pulled back with a boyish grin not even a second later, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"It's romantic. You have to accept that." Matt rolled his eyes playfully, kissing quickly the spot he had just bitten.

"Shut up. Now, that’s a 9 just because I'm sure there's worse than that."

"Hey! There are no bad kisses around here." Matt's voice got high-pitched.

The next was Air Kiss. They both leaned back, dramatically blowing kisses at each other with exaggerated sound effects.

"That’s an 8." Y/N declared.

"Okay." Matt nodded.

The next kiss, Hand Kiss, took a more romantic turn. Matt gently took her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles before he lifted it to his lips. His kiss was slow and deliberate, his eyes locking with hers as he pulled away.

Y/N’s heart fluttered.

"Okay, kind sir, that’s a 6. Sweet, but it doesn’t beat the others."

Matt pouted.

"Tough crowd."

When Foot Kiss appeared, Y/N recoiled.

"No way. Absolutely not."

"Come on, we’ve committed this far!" Matt argued, leaning down and grabbing her bare foot before she could escape. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of it, grinning as she dissolved into laughter, kicking against his hands lightly, causing the phone to tremble.

"That’s a 10." She said through her giggles, trying to breathe in while sitting up again.

"Fair." He admitted, wiping his lips jokingly.

Finally, the last kiss appeared: Lip Kiss.

Matt’s teasing demeanor softened as he leaned in, his hand cupping her jaw and his thumb caressing her cheek. His lips met hers in a slow, lingering kiss that made the rest of the world fade away. It was gentle but filled with so much love that Y/N felt her heart swell in her chest.

When he pulled back, she looked at him with a dazed smile.

"That’s a 1. Obviously."

Matt grinned, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"How does it feel to scientifically prove I’m the best kisser ever?"

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes to her phone camera.

"Don’t let it go to your head, King of Kisses."

"Too late." Matt said, pressing another kiss to the side of her head.

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