#faithlia

[faithlia]

౨ৎ Was It Wrong?

english is not my first language!

summary: Matt knows it's wrong the way he feels about you, especially sence he's your stepdad...

warnings: mdni, suggestive, angst, smut, fluff(?), age difference. (reader is of legal age), guilty!matt, perversion, cheating, unprotected sex...

- matt 28 years old.

a/n: this fic was inspired by my absolute obsession with Matt dressing up as a dad. 🫦

⚠️ If you don't feel comfortable, please, don't read!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"For me, that was true love!" - because of you by lana del ray.

When did the feeling of guilt become so delicious? Hunger convinces us that anything that is beautiful to the eyes can satisfy us, and this is irreversible.

For Matt, the most impulsive decision he had ever made in his entire life became his fate. He was a docile man, but he didn't have the strength to fight against immorality.

He had recently moved into your house. Matt was so sweet to you, he was always gentle and passive, and you loved that. You loved his kindness, the way he treated you so well, and especially the way he looked at you so purely.

He was perfect in everything he did, funny about everything he said and never disrespected you and that was your downfall, because he would never be yours....

Was it so wrong to feel that way?

One time, you were in your car with Matt going shopping.

"When did you learn to drive?" you asked, interested in the way he seemed so relaxed.

"Hm, when I was sixteen, I think." he said monotonously.

"Wow, that must have been a long, long time ago," you teased him with a smile.

"Oh, come on! I'm not that old!" he interrupted you, feeling offended, but he didn't hide his shy smile.

He really wasn't that old, not to you. Nothing outside the law could stop you from being with him, except that he was your mother's fucking boyfriend. Fuck. That fucked with your head more than you could imagine. He should be yours! You should be the one sleeping next to him, the one kissing him, the one making love to him. It was your right to be entirely his.

You had only known Matt for eight months, but that was plenty of time for you to fall in love with him.

When your mother said she would be away for two weeks for a work trip, your heart fluttered with happiness. Staying with Matt during your vacation seemed like a never-ending dream, but that was an untimely torment for him.

While you were shopping, you realized how responsive Matt was. He always felt very comfortable doing the household shopping, he wanted to keep everything in order and do his best to please. On the weekends, when you came home from college to spend time at home, he would make a point of cooking for you. So sweet!

"What do you think of lasagna for dinner?" he asked as you walked past the frozen food section. You weren't really interested in browsing shelves and checking prices, so you just carried the shopping cart wherever Matt went.

"That's okay." you said and he immediately put it in the cart.

What was going on in Matt's head? You wanted to know everything about him. Despite knowing about his charitable kindness and his perceptive ability to be a good cook, you didn't know much about Matt. I mean, you knew he worked for a big company, had been out of the country three times, and played hockey, but what else could possibly fuel your need to get to know him?

"You know, I just realized I don't know much about you," you said as you walked down the liquor aisle. "

"What do you mean? She didn't tell you about me before I moved?" he laughed nervously, picking up a case of beer and reading wine labels.

"No! I mean, yeah, she told me about the "nice guy" she was dating, but we're not very communicative." you tried to explain it in a way that wasn't frustrating.

"Okay," he said, knowing about the complicated relationship you had with your mother. "What would you like to know?"

"I don't know. Anything! You seem very interesting..." he smiled shyly, without even looking away from the labels.

"Okay, um, well, I'm from Boston and I'm a triplet." He took his phone out of his pocket, rummaging through the photo gallery to show you a picture of him with his brothers. "Here. This is Chris and Nick. I think I was your age back then." You looked at the photo, completely fascinated by how his appearance hadn't changed much, he still looked as young as when he took the picture.

You also felt bold enough to say: "Nick is gorgeous, is he single?"

"Well, he is! But I don't think you're his type..." you frowned, confused. "He's gay."

"I guess I'll have to settle for Chris then..." you loved the way he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Going to the hygiene and cleaning section, Matt told you about how he hated summer - he was more of a cold-weather guy -, and about his favorite songs and singers. You were ecstatic about how similar your tastes were. It made you fantasize more than you should have.

You were putting a pack of tampons in the cart, when your cell phone started ringing.

Shit. This was not a good time for your boyfriend to call you.

You answered the phone hearing Trevor's voice on the other end of the line. He wanted to meet you, but you didn't want that right now. The whole situation with Trevor was so morbid and impertinent, you wanted to break up with him as soon as possible, but he seemed to avoid that conversation at all costs.

You let out a pout and Matt noticed your hesitant expression. "What happened, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart

He constantly called you by these nicknames full of affection. He had such excellence in words and it made your heart warm.

"It's just my idiot boyfriend. He wants to see me."

"Idiot? What an unusual affectionate nickname" he joked, as the two of you walked to the cashier. You laughed and said: "I don't want to sound like a bad bitch or anything, but I don't think I like him the same way I used to." You explained it like it was no big deal and really, it wasn't!

"And why didn't you break up with him?" he questioned, but soon regretted the invasive question "Oh, I'm sorry. That's none of my business.."

"No, it's okay to ask. I guess I was just feeling needy and needed to have sex with a guy who made me feel good, but all those feelings are gone..." Matt swallowed hard after you were so uninhibited with him "It's okay to talk about these things with you, right? We're friends, right?" you said suggestively.

Matt nodded and smiled at you, saying, "Of course, love."

Matt followed your instructions and took you to Trevor's house. He had a worried look on his face, but you said you'd be home soon.

When Matt got home, he could finally enjoy the cozy silence. He put all the groceries in their proper place, heading to the laundry room.

Matt liked living there. It wasn't a big house, but it was entirely comfortable. He enjoyed the view of the small flower garden and how he lived so fully. It seemed like he had found peace, except for... except for you.

You were a fleeting obstacle in his life

Matt wasn't stupid or naive. He knew very well what was going on right under his nose, but it was so lewd that even he couldn't believe it. The burning in his mind was constant as the indecent repulsion took over him.

── .✦

Last Wednesday night, having just returned from the airport, Matt quietly entered the house - he wanted to rest after the exhausting day he had had, but as he climbed the stairs, he was surprised by constant moans coming from his stepdaughter's room. He breathed deeply, listening to the moans and passionate whimpers.

"Hmmm, yeah," you sounded slurred.

Matt felt helpless and reluctant. Damn. It was obvious that he found you attractive, he found you beautiful and your attitude biting, and he liked it! He liked it because even under that chaste cover, he chained a distressed and desperate excitement; he liked it because he was uninhibited, prone and felt moved when you looked him deep in the eyes so intensely, and he liked it, mainly, because he wanted to touch you with warmth, he wanted to be sweet and soft and he wanted to thrust himself and cum inside you.

But he knew, he knew! How wicked it was...

When your moans stopped, it was already too late for Matt, he had a hard cock and his chest racing. He walked to the bathroom quickly to take a cold shower. He took off his clothes, feeling the sensitivity of the fabric of his boxers dragging over his hard cock and sighed when the cold water wet him, but, damn, not even that helped. He ran his calloused hand over his cock more and more quickly, wanting to expel all that harmful feeling outside. He imagined what you could be like and what it would be like to feel the heat of your pussy for the first time. It could be delicious.

When Matt came, the guilt hit him without restraint. Now he was what he believed himself to be. He cried for being such a son of a bitch and after taking himself like a tremendous wretch, he went to sleep thinking about you moaning his name. In his dreams, you were entirely his to care for and adore.

─ .✦

In the present day, during your absence, Matt was taking his clean clothes from the dryer that you had put on before you went to the supermarket. He threw the kitten-print tank tops, the sleep shorts and the lace and flowery panties into the basket.

"Shit." he said out loud for the first time since he had arrived home. Was it common for an adult to be embarrassed like that? He felt like a virgin teenager again.

He took the basket of clothes to your room and placed it on top of your covered bed. But he didn't have to stop there, did he?

He lay down on his bed feeling the coldness of the sheets, unable to resist turning over and dragging his covered cock against the soft mattress, imagining that it was you being fucked so well by him. His excitement was immense. He let out a hiss as he thrust slowly and when he couldn't take it anymore, he put his hand inside his pants, freeing his needy dick.

But, unfortunately, before he could masturbate frantically, Matt suddenly heard your voice telling him that he had arrived.

He got up quickly, putting his hard cock in his pants, trying to fix your bed.

Matt left your room and soon entered his own, slamming the door loudly. He breathed frantically, reviewing all the shit that had just happened.

── .✦

After he had recovered, he went downstairs to cook dinner and after eating he went to watch a hockey game on TV. He thanked God for being able to get away from the noisy situation and think about anything other than you.

After taking your shower, you went to the living room wearing pajamas that showed your nipples. You expected Matt to look at you and blush, just for your private amusement, but he didn't do anything like that.

"The lasagna is in the fridge, in case you want to have dinner." he said, taking a sip of beer.

Matt had a different expression than you were used to seeing. He looked... irritated.

"Okay! I already ate."

He was silent. He had his tattooed arm over his head and his legs spread. His expression was different from what you were used to.

You shrugged your shoulders at the bad posture and decided to join him, lying down on the couch. Matt took up half of the space, so your legs were bent, with your private parts covered only by the thin fabric of your pajamas being quite noticeable. Matt narrowed his gaze and bit his lip, trying not to turn his head.

Just a look, c'mon. It doesn't matter...

Matt grunted, trying to look oblivious and you pressed your lips together to hold back a giggle.

"So how was it with Trevor?" he asked, drinking the rest of his beer. "Well, we talked a little and then..." you said suggestively.

"And then what?" Matt looked away at you, intrigued.

Matt couldn't resist lowering his head when he turned to you. He could see the plump lips of your pussy being practically squeezed by the fabric of your shorts. He wanted to sink in and stick his tongue right there.

"Oh, you know..." your voice sounded so calm and sleepy. You pretended to pay attention to the game while letting Matt drown in his own saliva.

Matt clearly knew. Shit. He didn't even want to think about it. He was immediately jealous. His expression didn't change, he remained silent, pretending, but the voices in his head were disturbing.

"Matt, are you okay?" His concern was fake and feigned. It was obvious that he was jealous and you loved it.

You didn't have sex with Trevor, in fact, you had a huge fight, resulting in endless yelling and unnecessary dialogues. When you got home, you were glad Matt was in the room so he wouldn't see your tired and sad expression. You saw the basket with your various washed and smelling clothes inside, being happy that Matt had kindly placed them there. It was such a simple act, but a passionate strangeness was present.

With your question, Matt came back to reality. Damn, he really was crazy. He didn't want to scare you with his stupid jealousy. He tried to soften his expression. "Yes, I am, sweetie." A short smile formed on his lips.

You stretched your legs comfortably on his lap, not caring at all about the informality, and he didn't mind. It was as if you were a couple and that moment was eternal.

You couldn't resist teasing him, gently running your foot over his neck. Matt made the situation worse, joining in the fun when you ran your toes over his face and he grabbed them with his hands, snapping them. You let out a sharp cry of surprise, making Matt smile, still focused on the game. He tickled you, making you laugh, and snapped your other foot, but this time hard.

"Ugh, Matt." you groaned in pain, trying to hold your own foot. "I'm sorry." he said, smiling. He gave a little kiss on the top of your foot, dragging the palm of his hand over that area. "I'm sorry." he said once more and the pain dissipated.

When the game was over, Matt went to bed and said goodnight to you, after all, he would wake up very early in the morning. You fell asleep on the couch, too tired to go upstairs. All you wanted was for Matt to pick you up, give you lots of kisses and lie down next to you. It was a cozy fantasy.

On Monday morning, Matt woke up disoriented, wanting just five more minutes of sleep. Ready for work, he went downstairs and saw your sleepy figure on the couch. If he had been brave enough, he would have picked you up and carried you to your comfortable bed. He observed every detail of your face and how soft your lips looked. He wanted to linger with you, to know what pleased you in bed, in which position you felt most receptive and vulnerable... Shit, it wasn't even ten o'clock in the morning!

Even if he was so deliberately provocative, he couldn't do this to you anymore. He wanted you in his arms, he wanted to make you his woman, his lover, his wife, whatever it was, it was meant to be! But how could he explain it to you? Explain it to his girlfriend? It filled his heart with guilt.

He spent the whole day determined that when he saw you, he would have to talk to you. The confusion was indeterminate but the pain was permanent.

── .✦

Late in the afternoon, after a long stressful day, Matt returned home. Everything was silent as always, but something seemed strange. He climbed the stairs slowly, hearing low whimpers coming from the bathroom. Fuck, that... no, that wasn't what he was thinking... you were crying in anguish.

Matt looked at you through the crack in the door, without having a perceptible view of your entire body, which was naked in the bathtub, but when he opened it a little more, your bruised image was revealed to him. Matt's eyes widened. You were sitting with your knees against your chest; green and purple bruises on your arms and shoulders, your face flushed, eyes and hands swollen...

"Oh my God. What happened?" you heard his worried voice. He knelt down next to the bathtub, held your face with both hands, making you drag your body to hug him and cry on his shoulder. He pressed your bare back with his warm hands, feeling your thick tears wet his shirt, but it didn't matter. "Tell me, please!" he asked once more, feeling his heart heavy.

"I-I, I-I. I'm sorry." A suffocating pain took over your words. Your throat closed and incessant sobs were present every time you tried to speak. "It's okay, it's okay, shhh" Matt tried to calm you down, gently running his hand over your back. He pulled away from you. "Who did this to you, my love." he asked, looking firmly into your eyes.

Matt was desperate and angry, creating several scenarios about what could have happened.

You already had the answer stuck in your throat. It wasn't that you didn't want to say it, you just couldn't.

Your hair was completely messed up and your body was shaking with pain. Matt traced your face with his fingers, moving the strands away so your face was more visible to him. He touched your cheek with his hand and you allowed yourself to place yours against his, loving the softness.

Matt wanted to take care of you.

He looked at you for a few more seconds and got up to place a kiss on your forehead and you melted. He knew he wanted it and so did you. Your body stopped shaking when Matt caressed your arms and planted kisses on both of your closed eyes and finally kissed you soothingly very close to your mouth. He pulled away and you sighed at wanting that so quickly, and finally, he kissed your lips.

It was a soft kiss. It was a healing kiss.

His lips were slow against yours. He breathed heavily as he pulled away from you. "We shouldn't have, I-I..." he mumbled, even though he knew he had started the incident.

You looked like you were about to cry. Matt was everything you wanted and that kiss was so welcoming, you needed more...

"Please." you managed to say, kneeling painfully against the cold floor of the bathtub. Now Matt could see your entire body. He observed your prominent breasts with drops of water on your smooth skin, going down to your abdomen, your intimacy...

Matt didn't want to feel aroused at that moment. It felt wrong. He just wanted to take care of you, to make you feel good.

"Please, touch me." you begged once more, leaving urgent kisses on his lips and putting his hand on your hip, eager for him to touch you. You dragged your hand from your belly to your V line, circling the spot and Matt shivered disconcertingly.

Matt looked away from you and stood up quickly. You almost cried thinking that he would leave you there, humiliated, but he didn't. He lifted you up so that you were standing and surprisingly picked you up, not caring about getting wet, and took you to the bedroom.

Matt laid you down on the silk sheets, weaving kisses across your belly, moving up to your tits, your neck and finally finding your mouth once more. You lifted yourself up with your own arms, not stopping the kiss, inventing positions, making Matt stay underneath. Now you had your intimacy against his covered cock, rubbing yourself deliciously. "Listen to me, listen to me..." he whispered during the kiss. "I want this, I really do, but I don't want to hurt you..." That was a lie, he could never hurt you, you know it! He ran his hands down your arms and then gave lingering kisses to your bruised knuckles. "So tell me the truth. Did your asshole boyfriend do this to you?"

That was the first thing Matt thought when he saw you, but he wanted to hear the answer coming out of your mouth.

You shook your head slowly and Matt looked away, furious. He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, trying to focus only on the present moment, on you.

"I want you, Matt. I've always wanted to..." you whispered in his ear, unable to hold back the urge to rub yourself against him, stimulating him. "Please, do something." You took his hand and placed it on your exposed pussy, and he slowly moved his fingers to your begging clit, persuasive. His wet lips moving to the curve of your neck, his soft moans in your ear and his warm hand squeezing your ass...

You took off Matt's shirt, finally feeling the heat of his body. Having his tongue against yours, his hand trailing all over your body; your belly, your protruding breasts; pinching your nipples. He lifted your body easily, taking his hard and aching cock out of his pants, unable to bear the tense stimulation, he positioned the full tip full of pre-cum against your wet entrance. You whimpered at the pressure, loving being stretched open by his delicious size. Matt was being careful. He was so in awe. He grabbed your hips, pulling them down, thrusting harder and harder into you. You let distant moans escape your pink mouth. "Shhh, baby." he whispered, feeling the softness of your wet walls squeezing him so readily.

Matt silenced your moans with his mouth. His thrusts were slow, his touch was constant, holding your hips against his. Matt felt the assiduous hardness of your movements against him. Although he wanted to linger inside you, your excitement wanted more.

Matt couldn't help but open his mouth to moan loudly as you sat against him tightly. He loved the throbbing present in his dick as your pussy squeezed him. "Um, fuck." He moaned, pinching one of your nipples.

"You take me so good." he grunted. "I've waited so long to have you. You don't know how much..."

Matt couldn't contain his exactness any longer. The frantic feeling took over him. He thrust fast against you. It felt so good. The pressure your pussy felt against him made him sick and lustful.

You leaned on one of his legs, increasing your movements and he did the same against you. This was the paradise you had always imagined. He fucked you the way you imagined. It was wet, permissive and intoxicating.

His eyes were blinded by pleasure. His hands were firm on your body and you wanted all that liveliness to last forever.

It was that, that longing feeling, that had been churning for so long in your chest that you finally had it for yourself.

Matt pulled your breast against his mouth and you felt his soft tongue on your nipple, not stopping his thrusts. He moved his lips to the other breast, having one hand against your back, loving being stimulated more.

When Matt hit you, you felt a tingling sensation take over your entire body. You cried out, biting your lip as your brows furrowed at him. "This is it, right?" you nodded, holding your breath with each thrust. "Feels good, doesn't it!?" Matt teased, feeling the same amount of pleasure as you. "Hmm?"

At that moment, both of you no longer knew what you were saying, drunk on the imminent climax.

Matt continued to tease you with dirty words. He held your breast, saying: "I've waited so long to put it in this tight little pussy. Always wanting to show off for me, aren't you, love!?" you moaned in agreement, increasing the speed of your thrusts. Matt realized how those words affected you and that made him more and more urgent. "Always wanting to cum for daddy, right? Always being so good for daddy, aren't you?" Matt gave you a dark and naughty look that you had never seen before and those words made you delirious.

You came intensely, screaming loudly when Matt persisted his movements until he reached his own pleasure. He came right after you.

You fell against his shoulder, breathing heavily, trying to keep yourself steady. Mat had a smile on his lips.

All the guilt, persecution and ardor you had ever felt dissipated in that moment. He had you in his arms as he had always wanted. He made it his and you had never been happier.

"I'm going to kill the motherfucker who did this to you." he whispered in your ear, breathless, referring to the bruises on your arms.

"Would you do this for me?" you asked breathlessly, really wanting it to be done.

Matt pulled your head away, held your face in his hands and looked you intently deep into your pupils.

"I would do anything for you!"

[aniesvision]

𝟐𝟏- 𝑴𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒆

𐂂 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔, 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚. 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 ☕︎

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒆

-Do you only have it in drops? -I ask, frowning when I look at the medicine.

Nick rolls his eyes, handing me the medicine and a spoon, making a beeline to get a water bottle from the fridge.

-Don't be a baby. -He says.

I sigh and lean on the counter, starting to pour some drops of the medicine on the spoon so I could hopefully stop feeling this awful headache. Matt and Chris got out of Matt's room after ending the live, passing through Nick to get them sodas and snacks.

-What's up guys. -Chris says, taking a seat at the table.

Matt does the same and Nick just looks at me, pointing at the spoon so I'd just take the medicine, but I knew how bad the taste was and was hesitating.

-Bitch, do you need me to grab the spoon and shove it in your mouth?

Matt's eyes widen, just like mine, and Chris starts laughing at the sentence.

-Pause.

I roll my eyes, take a deep breath, and bring the spoon to my mouth. My eyes immediately shut in disgust, I try to swallow it with water but it just makes the taste even worse.

-So dramatic. -Nick shakes his head, throwing the spoon in the sink.

-Shut up, that's awful. -I whine, coughing a bit and drinking an absurd amount of water, both Matt and Chris laughing at my reaction.

I wish I was exaggerating, but the taste was truly that bad, at least for me it was. I always preferred to take pills, it was easier to swallow, and the liquid made the taste so vivid.

-I need to taste something else, I'm so for real. -I wipe my lips with the top of my hand, turning my head to look at Chris who is currently eating some chips.

He stands up, still with a funny expression on his face, moving his hands to unbutton his pants.

-Here, you can put my dick in your mouth to get rid of the taste. -Before he could even finish his words he was already laughing.

I was so surprised to hear his joke out of nowhere that both my eyes and mouth were open in shock, Nick and Matt were not so different.

-Chris! -Nick yells, looking at his brother.

-What the hell. -I giggle, contagious with Chris's laugh and the way he was leaning toward Matt.

I just shake my head and steal his chips, finally feeling something other than the terrible medicine taste. I drink some more water and walk to the couch, throwing myself on it. Nick gently punches Chris's arm and goes to his room to edit the friday video.

Matt also goes to his room and Chris takes a seat next to me, still giddy. I had my phone in my hands when I heard him clearing his throat and looking at me.

-Does it still taste bad?

-Chris, I'm not sucking your dick. -I answer without even looking at him.

He growls in annoyance, throwing his head back.

-Fuck, at least I've tried.

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 ✍︎

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🌷 hold me - matthew sturniolo by @sirenedeslily

💗 caught - matthew sturniolo by @submattenthusiast

💗 a helping hand - christopher sturniolo by @sturniqlo

💗 bereal - nathan doe by @hysteria-things

💗 was it wrong? - matthew sturniolo by @faithlia

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🎀 dangerous (part 1) - christopher sturniolo by @chrisbesitos

🌷 anything for you - christopher sturniolo by @strnilolover

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about the owner

i'm jasmine for those who don't know. im in many many fandoms, so expect stories from those aswell as the sturniolo triplets. i'm currently 18 and a senior in highschool. yes, i'm aware i'm young but even just taking a look at my blog is very appreciated. i'm an autumn girl at heart, my inbox is always always always opened, i'm venezuelan and italian, i'm applying to colleges at the moment (nyu is the dream) to be a criminologist, i absolutely adore music & for anyone who's interested in knowing about my music taste , the spotify for this account is here. i've also made a pinterest for this account which is here! i'm a huge film girl and since i don't want to take up your time, i'll save you the struggle of having to read my very, very long list of movies. with that, my letterboxd is linked here. thank you so so much for taking the time to read about me, i'm so grateful for each of you. nothing goes unnoticed, and all is appreciated!

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~ jasmine

[faithlia]

𖹭 Perfect Now 𖹭

summary: Chris is your husband trying to make you feel good about yourself.

˚୨୧ fluff

warnings: insecurities.

Shit. Why did everything have to be so... so... Ugh.

You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, while Chris was lying relaxed on the bed watching Sponge Bob.

"Hey, baby, what do you think about our Halloween costume for the party? I think you'd look great as Sandy," he joked, not taking his eyes off the TV.

You let out a high-pitched scream, stressed. You huffed and stomped your foot on the floor like a nervous teenager, wanting to break everything around you and rip your own face off.

You felt sad, ugly and stupid. Your face started to turn red and warm tears fell down your cheeks.

Chris noticed your frustration."What happened, baby?" he looked away to the side, watching your figure standing in the shared bathroom of the room. Chris looked at you worriedly.

This was so stupid, I mean, you were already a married woman, and even though you were beautiful and hot and often felt incredibly beautiful and hot, sometimes - and many times - you felt like a piece of shit.

You started to cry and sob looking at your reflection in the mirror.

"C'mon, kitty, come here." Chris turned off the TV and sat on the edge of the bed, watching your tired image slowly walk towards him. He pulled your waist with his hands and gave a short kiss on your belly covered by the shirt - his shirt. "What's going on, huh?"

Chris made you sit on one of his thighs, while he wiped your stained cheeks.

"It's nothing." you looked away. He looked at you confused, frowning and asked once again what was going on.

You sighed heavily, fidgeting on his thigh and looking at your own hands. "It's just that I feel so ugly and stupid... I don't know, I just wanted to be beautiful and I wanted my body to be different and, fuck, why are my boobs like that? And my stomach can't be the way I want it to be?" you grumbled and started to hate how pathetic those words sounded coming out of your mouth.

There were so many things to say that it was suffocating.

Chris took a deep breath and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips. "Kitty, what are you talking about? You're beautiful and.." you interrupted Chris, frustrated.

"But I'm not now and I wasn't yesterday, and tomorrow I'll still be like this. I wish I was different! I hate being ugly, I hate these stupid stretch marks, I hate these scars all over my body, I hate the shape of my breasts, I-

"Oh yeah, look how ugly you are!" Chris mocked you sarcastically.

Chris thought you were intensely beautiful and couldn't stand hearing those words about the amazing girl he loved so much, but he couldn't resist teasing you.

"Ugh, Chris. I hate you." you tried to get up from his lap but Chris pulled you against the bed, getting into a spoon position, pressing your body against his. "Chris, get off of me. Seriously!"

"But I love love love you." he left several kisses all over your face, even though you were trying to get rid of him at all costs. "Chris, let me go!" you ordered once more, irritated. "Only if you stop with this nonsense." your eyes rolled back.

It wasn't nonsense!

You were hurt and felt your heart weigh down and tears fall again.

"I'm sorry, baby. Would you like to talk more about it, huh?" he asked suggestively in your ear, caressing your waist.

"It's only a matter of time until you leave me for a slimmer and prettier girl who doesn't have these scars." you whined, mulling over your choice of words.

"Okay, now you're being ridiculous." Chris said, turning your body to face him. He rested his head on his hand, while running the other over your bare thigh. "Kitty, you are beautiful, you are! and I love you and I always will..." you started to calm down with your husband's kind words until: "Besides, I would never marry an ugly person!" he exclaimed, clearly joking, but it made you even more angry.

You got out of bed and slammed the bathroom door loudly.

Chris rolled his eyes, knowing he had said something stupid. He couldn't help but make jokes even at times like these. But he certainly wanted to make his wife feel happy with herself.

"Honey, it was a joke!" he knocked on the door, failing to enter the room. Chris let out an awkward laugh. "Kitty, c'mon. Open the door, please."

Chris tried to hear what was going on inside but you were silent, trying to find a way to not feel so stupid and end this exhausting situation.

For two minutes Chris was completely silent. "I need to pee!" Chris's voice was low. He remained silent, waiting for an answer from you. "Seriously, if you don't let me in I'm going to have to pee on your plant."

Next to your side of the bed, there was a pot of Dandelions that you liked so much. Chris thought it was a bit ugly for the room's decoration and whenever he could, he would make jokes about ruining your plant.

You opened the door at the same time, still annoyed. Chris entered the bathroom with a chuckle: "Oh, you always fall for that."

He walked over to you and immediately hugged you from behind. "I'm sorry, I'm an idiot." he started kissing your neck, moving your body with his - almost as if you were dancing.

Your face was dejected, closed in a frown and Chris tried to cheer you up by saying: "Tell me what you want, huh? Do you want some candy or pizza?" he asked against your neck.

"No!" you grumbled, your voice full of anger.

"Do you waant a massage?" He rested his chin on your shoulder, watching your reflection with your head down in the mirror.

Once again, you denied it.

Chris found you so captivating, so beautiful, and he didn't have enough words to show you how perfect you were. His heart broke every time he saw you sad. He wanted to be able to end all your insecurities and kiss away all your inner wounds. He made a promise before God and the State that he would always take care of you and do everything possible to make you happy, and he would fulfill that forever.

"Do you waant to go out for dinner, to Carnival or to the Cinema?" he asked once more, not caring about your previous negative answers. "Or all at once?"

"No, Chris, no!" you exclaimed, impatient.

"Okay, okay!" he chuckled, dragging his hands gently around your waist and whispering hoarsely in your ear: "Do you want to make love, hmm? You want me to touch your-" Chris felt a slap on the head. "Ouch, right." he complained, tightening the hug.

"Baby, seriously, look at you!" he lifted your chin so you could look at yourself. "You're so beautiful, so perfect and you have no fucking idea how hot you are! I love everything about you. I don't give a damn about your scars or stretch marks because they're beautiful and small details compared to all the other perfect things about you, my love. I must be the luckiest guy in the world to have married the most beautiful, smart, funny and delicious girl..." you bit your lip, trying not to crack a happy smile. "And if you ever leave me for some idiot, he'll be the luckiest guy in the world too."

"I would never trade you, you're the only idiot I can stand." You stated and Chris laughed, giving you a little kiss on the shoulder.

He moved his hands behind you, gently trailing them over your waist and tummy, caressing you. "And about your belly? girl, please, I mean, that body is tea!"

You couldn't hold back the laugh and let it out and Chris loved making you laugh.

"Chris, stop." you ordered, biting your lip.

"And you know very well that I prefer your ass." he gave you a hot slap on the butt and you screamed in surprise. "...but I love those tits so much, they're beautiful, perfect and fucking delicious to put in my mouth. I would spend hours and hours sucking on them." Chris squeezed your breasts under your shirt, lightly biting the skin on your neck. He pinched your nipples between his fingers and you loved the pressure he made, feeling slightly aroused.

"Stop." you ordered, even though your request was silent.

Chris stopped his movements and turned your body, he held your blushing face and assured you: "I love you more than you could ever imagine, kitty. And I can assure you, with all the certainty in the world, that you are the most beautiful and irresistible woman I have ever seen. I will always want to praise you and touch you in this way, because I am so fucking in love with you, princess, but my heart breaks when I see you so sad. You deserve all the happiness in the world and, fuck, I would go anywhere and everywhere possible to be able to find what you need.

Chris's eyes were full of tears and you had tears streaming down your skin, but this time, they were tears of happiness.

You smiled at him and gave him a passionate kiss. Chris asked during the kiss: "Will you marry me?"

Even though you had been married for so long, Chris always made sure to ask you this. You answered yes against his lips and were picked up like a true bride.

"What do you think about having your honeymoon now?" he asked you, walking to the bed and you smiled passionately, being absolutely certain that you would love that man forever.

The End

[faithlia]

i wanna be that elefant

[aniesvision]

𝟏𝟕- 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖

∞ 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚎 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒍𝒘 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 (𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚), 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒕𝒚 @faithlia 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒍𝒚, 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 ☕︎

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕

Reader|Madison|Maggie

It was normal for me and my best friends to always go to one of our houses and spend the day together. Today was Madison's and I loved going to hers since she has the cutest dogs. All three of us were sitting in her living room, playing video games and chatting as I petted one of her dogs. It's been a week since we last saw each other, considering our schedules weren't matching, and I forgot to tell them about the news.

I took the last sip of my soda before casually speaking, not wanting to make it a big deal.

-Oh, I can't stay for too long tonight, I have a date to go to.

Madison immediately paused the game, looking at me with her mouth open in shock.

-A date? Why didn't you tell us before? -She asks, scaring the dog away and making me chuckle.

-I don't know, I don't think it's that important. -I shrug.

I really didn't, but mostly because I was so scared of it that I didn't wanna tell them and make it real. Although I'm 21, I'm not a dating type of girl, I've never been with any guys and I feel like I'm too boring to be with romantically. I'm fine by myself, but I do want someone eventually, but the process scares me. Going on dates, flirting, spending time alone with a guy, kissing... I've never done any of it.

It's pathetic that a girl my age never did anything at all, but I was never one with a high self-esteem so I was scared of fucking things up.

-What do you mean? -Maggie is the one making questions now, setting her remote down and looking at me with curiosity.

I never told them that I haven't kissed anyone yet, they're always talking about their dates, and going out with multiple people, Maggie even kisses strangers when we go to parties, they'll probably laugh at me.

-I mean, I don't really know him that well.

I try not to look at any of them, keeping my gaze down and hugging my knees so I can rest my chin on top of them.

-First time seeing him? -Mads asks, leaning against the couch.

How can they normally talk about this stuff? I'm probably red like a tomato. I just nod, hearing a few excited claps and feeling Maggie's hand on my arm.

-That's good! I don't even remember the last time you told us about a date.

-Yeah, I think you never did, actually.

I bite the inner side of my cheek, trying not to get too anxious about the topic. It's not like I haven't done anything because I didn't want to, I just never felt confident enough. I admire both of them so much for just doing what they want, it must be awesome to have experiences to share and be comfortable enough with someone to do anything other than talk friendly.

I didn't even know how to respond so I just giggled nervously, trying to change the subject by asking them to keep playing the game, but of course, they wouldn't just let it slide so easily, they were curious.

-Who is he? Or is he a she this time? -Maggie jokes, making me shake my head.

-He, I don't think I'm into girls like that. -I say, tapping a few buttons like I was concentrating on playing, but I was the only one still doing anything in the game.

-Who is he? -Madison looks at me with a playful smile.

-Just a guy from work.

Honestly, I wasn't lying, but it wasn't all that. This guy kept asking me to go out with him even when I rejected him a million times, but he wasn't that bad, I just connected the date thing with kissing and it freaks me out every time. But, I decided to give him a chance when I was feeling a bit more confident, that confidence is all gone now.

-Uuh, making your coworkers fall in love, huh?

I smile, rolling my eyes. My heart was beating so fast that I was sure they could hear my heartbeats.

-Not at all.

-Are you gonna kiss him?

The answer I was avoiding the most finally came in and I regretted immediately telling them I was going out with someone.

-Maybe go home with him?

This is even worse. I can't even think of myself in such a situation, I'd probably pass out.

-No, I– I try to find any excuses, but I can't, what was I supposed to say anyway?

-Why not?

The game is paused again since no one is playing and I sigh in frustration, throwing my head back on the couch.

Maggie and Madison share a look, confused with why I was so nervous about something so simple.

-You know you don't have to go if you don't like him enough, right?

-I know, but I want to, at least I think so.

I love how concerned they looked, but I hate how concerned I made them. I just wish there was an easier way of telling them this without feeling like a total loser, but I guess there's no point in hiding who I truly am.

-What is it then? You know you can tell us, we can go and pretend to be random people to keep an eye on him.

-Yeah, I'll even wear a wig.

They laugh and I can't help but laugh with them, they're good friends, I really hope nothing changes after this.

-No, it's okay, it's just... I'd never...

It was so hard to say it that I froze, folding my lips and taking a few deep breaths. C'mon, it's not that bad, it's not like I killed anyone, why does it feel so awkward?

-Never...? -Madison moves her hand as if to encourage me to keep going, both of them looking at me intently.

-I have never been on a date before.

Well, that was something. Their eyes widen and they exchange another look again, making me feel even worse. I guess they noticed how I felt considering their reactions immediately changed.

-Why not? I mean, you're so beautiful, there must be a lot of guys out there dying to take you out.

-Yeah, wherever we go there are always eyes on you.

I bite my lips for a second, thinking about how to say it, but it was probably best to just spill it out.

-I'm just scared of going because I've never kissed anyone.

I hide my face on my knees, feeling extremely embarrassed. I had no second to feel weird in silence before they were talking again.

-Well, that's news to me.

-Maggie!

-Not like that! I mean like, c'mon you're so fucking pretty, if you were into girls I'd kiss you in a heartbeat.

-Yeah, same, but either way it's okay, you don't have to rush anything.

My friend's words made me feel slightly better, they were always good at cheering me up in their own different ways, and hearing Maggie saying that she'd kiss me made me feel more confident. I'm not into girls, I mean, I never really thought of that, but they're my best friends and they're both pretty so it's always good to hear a pretty girl saying stuff like that about you, at least for me it felt nice.

I raise my head to look at them, rubbing my face a bit with a nervous laugh.

-It's just, I don't know, I guess I want to kiss someone, but I waited for so long that now I'm scared of sucking at kissing.

Madison smiles at me softly, placing one hand on my thigh.

-It's always scary at first.

Maggie nods, brushing a hand of my hair behind my ear.

-Yeah, but I'm glad to teach you if you want. -She winks playfully, making us laugh.

I thought this conversation was going differently, but it felt nice to talk to them about it. It's still awkward, but my best friends make it easier to open up.

-I mean... -I shrug, also joking, but not entirely.

I didn't want to feel like a loser, and it would be better to do it with someone who wouldn't judge me, right? It wouldn't mean anything, and I'd feel safer with any of them than with a stranger.

-Oh my God, is she flirting with me? -Maggie says, faking a surprised expression.

-I think she is. -Mads replies like I wasn't in the same room as them.

-Oh, shut up. -I laugh, shaking my head a bit. -I just don't want to feel like I'm a weirdo, that's all.

-You're not a weirdo for this.

-I feel like one. -I wince.

-Let me show you how it's done then.

Of course, Maggie would be the boldest, but I loved her for it, or else nothing would ever change. She cups my cheek, turning my head so I was looking at her, waiting for me to protest if I wanted to. But, I wanted it to be over, so I just took a deep breath and closed my eyes, waiting for her to start it. She presses her lips against mine slowly, barely making any pressure not to scare me. She takes the lead and I try to follow her steps, my entire body nervous as hell.

Her other hand meets my waist, squeezing it lightly and waiting for me to get more comfortable to move it to my breasts, squeezing it. I gasp against her lips, not expecting it, and she giggles, pulling away.

-You're not doing it right, it was too slow, just come here, let me show you how I do it. -Mads grabs my hand, tapping her lap.

Oh, this is.. happening? I nervously straddle her lap, sitting on her legs and feeling my cheeks burning up. I've been in this position before when we decided to take some pictures to scare a guy away from her once, but this is different.

Her smile is gentle, gripping my hips and pulling me closer to her. She was right about something, her kiss was different and faster than Maggie's, it was interesting. It was insane for me to be kissing my best friends, even crazier that it wasn't bad at all.

Madison's hands slid down my ass, squeezing it and leaving a slap that made Maggie laugh behind us. We pull away to catch our breaths and suddenly my phone buzzes with a notification.

-Need to go? -She asks, tapping my thighs.

-Yeah.

I stand up with my phone in my hands, typing a response and looking at them when I am done.

-I can't believe we were your first kisses.

-Me neither. -I chuckle, gathering my stuff.

-Tell us if it worked later. -She winks, making me roll my eyes.

Well, at least I'm not scared of kissing anymore.

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 ✍︎

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