#matt sturniolo smut

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— nasty ★ matt sturniolo

— CONTENTS: established relationship; handjob (m receiving); oral (f receiving); PISS kink; mommy kink; sub!matt

— NOTES: so many thoughts in order to write this... but what really made it for me was nick asking matt if that wet spot on his pants was pee........... and i just had to write it........ as usual, it’s not for everyone — if you don’t like it, please DO NOT READ. it’s also not proofread, but i hope you enjoy it anyways ♡ pinky promise next week i'll post breastfeeding chris!!! love yall ♡

matt had chugged two cans of root beer and two bottles of water before coming to you. he spent the night gaming with his brothers, acting like a teen. matt’s room was a mess but he didn’t mind it — he knew he wasn’t on his best behavior, coming towards you in slow, lazy steps, a small pout pairing with his flushed cheeks.

you pretended you didn’t notice when matt sat next to you, completely ignoring him. a frustrated sound came from the back of his throat, his blue eyes expecting to meet yours. 

“mad?” he asked in a low tone, placing his chin on your right shoulder. his slender fingers traveled to your face, caressing your soft skin before placing a strand of hair behind your ear. you couldn’t help but chuckle at his sweet gesture, always making sure you were okay even if you were mad at him — which, in fact, you weren’t. you just thought matt needed a punishment for acting like a brat for the past few days, and especially for making fun of you when you brought up a certain topic. 

it was supposed to be funny. you showed matt a picture that read “when he doesn’t let me hold it while he pees”, thinking he would laugh along with you. unexpectedly, matt rolled his eyes and tossed your phone away, simply saying “that’s nasty” and going back to whatever he was doing.

matt placed his lips on your neck, a lingering seal showing how sorry he felt. “‘m sorry” he whispered, waiting for you to accept his apology. due your lack of reaction, matt kissed you again, this time sucking on your skin a bit harder, satisfied with the red spot he left.

“been a bad boy, ‘m sorry” matt repeated himself, nuzzling his forehead on you, silently trying to reach your breasts. “mama” he called, finally being able to get your attention. you looked at him, allowing him to continue. “didn’t mean to be a brat”

“and yet you acted like one” you said, tangling your fingers on the back of his head, gently pulling his brown locks, forcing matt to back off from your tits. he whined, crossing his arms and staring at the floor. “what do i gotta do? please” matt asked, getting up just to kneel down in front of you. his blue orbs were filled with tears, frustration and disappointment taking over him.

you ruffled matt’s hair, a naughty grin forming on your lips. he understood what you meant, his hands going to the waistband of your pants, playing with the fabric as he stared at you. “be a good boy, yeah? make me cum real good and maybe i’ll forgive you” you said and matt nodded eagerly — he needed your attention more than anything.

matt pulled your clothes down along with your underwear, exposing your bare pussy as you adjusted yourself, spreading your legs apart and allowing him to get in between your thighs. both of his hands went to your hips, his thumb pressing harshly against your skin, a gasp leaving your mouth when he placed a seal on your clit. goosebumps took over your body as matt lowered his tongue, reaching for your hole only to get back to your clit. his licks were messy and sloppy, spit escaping from the corners of his lips and drooling down his chin, adding to the mess underneath him. 

the saliva dripped and stopped right at matt’s silver sweatpants, the wet spots turning the fabric into a darker shade. you ignored matt’s pathetic boner, too focused on your pleasure to give any kind of relief to his aching cock — and bladder. he was getting uncomfortable by now, the pressure on his lower tummy growing at each second. he was painfully hard, needing relief in both ways. he wanted to cum, but he really needed to pee. 

his desperation was clear, his tongue swirling in circular motions around your clit just before sucking it with all his might. matt started humming something as he approached your entrance, sending a wave of vibrations through your wet folds, causing you to moan loudly. he had to stop for a second, pulling away from your pussy, trying to catch his breath. “m-mommy” he called, swollen lips and flushed cheeks adding to his fucked out expression. “i need to… i need to go to the bathroom” he confessed, expecting your understanding. 

you clicked your tongue, “so you really don’t care about making mama feel good do you?” you complained, and matt denied with his head. “no! i do! i just- i need to pee really bad” matt pouted, both hands going to his crotch. you finally noticed the stains on his pants, some from spit, some from a different kind of wetness. “are you already leaking, baby? can’t even hold your bladder?” you teased, receiving a whine in response.

“c’mon, finish what you started and then we’ll take care of your nasty pants hm?” matt nodded, understanding that he deserved this punishment after behaving like a brat. he went back to your pussy, giving it a few sloppy kisses before pushing his tongue inside you, your juices making it easier for him to slide in. your thighs suddenly closed around his head as you kept moving your hips, practically humping his face. his nose rubbed against your clit perfectly while he fucked his tongue inside you, filling you up with the warm, wet muscle.

the knot in your lower tummy starts to tighten, begging to be released. you no longer hide your moans, whining loudly as you felt your orgasm approaching. you tug on matt’s curls, pushing further against him, chasing your own high. it didn’t take long — it only took matt’s whimpers against your pussy — until your orgasm washed over you, spasms taking over your body as you released on matt’s tongue, cumming all over his face.

matt, however, kept going. you tasted so good and he needed to redeem himself, especially when he felt about to burst. his tip leaked, oozing liquid from his slit not sure whether it was pre-cum or pee. you had to pull his hair, removing his tongue from your throbbing cunt.

“you’re so yummy, mama” matt said, gathering the stickiness around his lips and bringing it to his own mouth, licking your juices and smiling at you. “good boy” you praised, ruffling his hair and caressing his cheek. “matt, baby” you cooed, looking at the poor boy under you, “your pants are soaked”.

matt looked down at his own crotch, placing both hands there, trying his best to hold himself. “‘m sorry— it hurts!” he complained, trying to justify the small leakage on his sweaters. “what hurts the most hm? your cock or your bladder?” you asked, watching as matt squirmed on the floor. “both!” he whined.

“you gotta pick one, baby. you can piss yourself right here, or you can try jerking off” you said, crossing your arms. “i’m going to the bathroom!” matt responded, full of determination. he stood up, only to suddenly bend forward, the sudden movement increasing the pressure on his bladder.

“i can’t hold it!” he whimpered, puppy eyes begging for you to let him go. “aww, you poor thing” you cooed, delighting yourself with the scene in front of you. “not so nasty right now is it? when you need to go this bad?”

“mommy!” matt cried, finally giving up. he didn’t remove his hands, still trying to contain the inevitable. the wet spot became bigger as matt pissed himself in front of you, the loud hiss of his release taking over the quiet room. the warm liquid spread across his pants, completely drenching his sweater in piss, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. it was too much — the desperation, the humiliation, the helplessness.

“there you go” you smiled at him, the warm, loving tone completely different from your indifference seconds ago. “my good, good boy” you praised matt, who held back a smile at your words. “take off these pissy pants and cmere, yeah?” you patted your thighs, calling him to come sit on your lap.

matt immediately removed his soaked clothes, trying his best to clean himself with the dry parts of it. he walked towards you, his stiff cock covered in pre-cum.

matt made himself comfortable on your lap, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. he was completely embarrassed by what he had done, but these thoughts disappeared as soon as he felt your fingers wrapping around his dick, jerking him off at a quick pace. “‘m gonna— gon’ cum” matt cried, feeling his high approaching. it was pathetic, not only he had pissed himself — he couldn’t even contain himself from cumming.

“make a big mess for mommy” you said, rubbing his slit with your thumb. matt’s whimpers only got louder, his hips bucking forward as he practically fucked your fist. he came with a loud moan, spurting thick ropes of cum on your palm. the warm, sticky liquid covered your hand and his own tummy, matt panted heavily as he tried to come back to his senses.

you licked your hand, cleaning his release with your tongue. “don’t do that” he said, “i have nothing left in me” you chuckled, acknowledging that matt was completely dry.

“and i’m sorry” he continued, snuggling on your chest. “shouldn’t have been a brat. it’s not nasty” he admitted, “but you gotta let me do it to you”.

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1 new voicemail - m. sturniolo

blurb, in which after having a long day matt sends you a needy 5 minute voicemail to relieve some tension before bed.

Transcription

0:06

“hey baby, it’s me… i know it’s pretty late… you’re probably asleep right now… i had a long day.. m’so tired…”

[yawn]

“wish you were here… wanna feel you next to me… miss having you in my bed, s’cold without you. you always run warm, y’know that? love cuddling up next to you… always smell so sweet, too… mm, like vanilla… n’ that lotion you put on before bed… makes me crazy.”

0:39

“miss you… wanna see you…”

[he sighs, the mic picking up the shift of his pillow as he turns, pressing his face into the cotton]

“was lookin’ at pictures of you earlier… the ones from last weekend, when you wore that little dress… fuck, sweetheart, y’looked so pretty. had me stuck—my girl’s so fuckin’ beautiful. kept thinkin’ about it all day. like—fuck, couldn’t get you outta my head… ‘was s’bad… mmh, missed you so bad…”

[there’s a long pause, the softest rustling as he settles further into the sheets. then, a slow inhale, like he’s breathing you in even from miles away]

2:30

[the rustling picks up, his tone still steady, but there’s a faint hitch in his breath, a quiet exhale like he’s getting a little too comfortable]

“been hard all night, baby… fuck, just thinking about you. can’t help it—your fault, y’know that? always do this to me. just wanna feel you…”

[his voice dips lower, his breathing heavier, but he keeps talking, working himself up as if you’re really there listening]

“mmf, baby… can practically… hmm.. feel your mouth on my dick—ohmygod.”

[his breath stutters, a low whine muffled into his pillow]

“fuuuckfuckfuck, been so hard f’you all night… couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout you—fuck, hon, your mouth… s’wet, so warm, takes me so good—mmm, my perfect girl, yeah?”

3:37

[the sheets rustle again, his hand moving slow, teasing himself like he’s imagining it’s you instead. his voice is lower now, thick with need, murmuring between little grunts, shifting as he works himself up]

“wish you were here t’help me, princess… wanna give you my load, wanna nut all in that pretty mouth… oh, mmmh, m’little cum slut, hm? you’d take it so good f’me, wouldn’t you? all of it—ahh fuckfuckfuck, baby, baby, m’so close, gonna make such a mess—”

4:11

“gonna—fuck—come for you like i always do… mmh… y-y’gonna let me, hm? mmm, you always do—ohmygod, want you to take it all f’me, hm, pleasepleaseplease—please… oh,”

4:21

[a sharp inhale, then a breathy moan, long and drawn out as his movements slow. the receiver picks up the shudder in his breath, the sticky wet sounds before it all settles into silence. just his heavy breathing now, coming down, fucked out]

4:48

[the mic barely catches the rasp in his voice when he speaks again, quiet, spent]

“love you… love you so much… m’so fuckin’ gone for you, baby. can’t wait to see you… call me when you wake up, okay?”

5:12

[silence]

5:13

“night.”

[voicemail ends.]

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i love how we all mutually came to the decision that chris calls reader ‘ma’ and matt calls reader ‘sweetheart’

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TAKING CARE OF YOU - MS

Warnings - Sub!Matt, handjob/blowjob, riding, slight praise kink, no protection, pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweet boy), slight mommy kink, I think that's it? Summary - Matt just wants you to take care of him and distract him from his long day Word count - 4.5k Author's notes - I never know how to structure these warnings, summaries etc but anyway. This took exactly a month to write and I couldn't tell you why. To be honest it isn't easy trying to write Matt whining during class so I am gonna blame that! As always, I do try to make sure it's written realistically and in enough detail but of course I'm open to suggestions etc. On that note, enjoy sub!matt.

You could tell just the day that Matt had. His feet dragging lazily on the floor when he walked through the front door, his keys landing in a small bowl and his bags dropped onto the couch. A long sigh brushed past his lips. His shoulders tense. He steadily removes his jumper, the extra heat and fabric overwhelming his senses. Even if he wasn't sure if you were inside, he didn't call out to check. However, he needed a recharge and he knew he would have to find you to get it.

"Baby..?" After a few calls, he finally found you. You were swaddled in blankets with your headphone covering your ears - no wonder you didn't respond. A new book purchase sat tight in the grip of your palms. When you moved to the top of the next page you smiled at the sight of your boyfriend. He set his eyes on you, entering with his own smile. "Hey..."

His voice was meek, and not due to the proximity. It wasn't just tender, but tired. "Long day?" You'd pick up the subtle hints of his behaviour as you grew to know him and by now you could read him like an open book.

He nods at your care, your book placed on the bedside table. Once he made eye-contact with you, the previous hours rushed to the back of his head. His feet slugged forwards rounding the bed before collapsing next to you. A groan is muffled into the pillow before he shifts his position to be almost completely on top of you. You never complained when he did this, the closeness was something you craved .

"My head is a mess, Chris won't stop yelling any chance he gets and Nick just kept encouraging it. It's- It's too much." He hadn't lied, his head was a mess. The loudness consumed everything and he just needed things to be quiet, managed for him without using any extra brain power.

His body lifts to face you straight on, his breath lingering on your skin. He dropped his head to your neck, grazing his lips against it. They touched hesitantly, placing a soft kiss on your skin before peppering a few more. His mind was in turmoil and he needed you to drown it out. You sighed at the contact which only made his brain fuzz.

"You want something, pretty boy?" A chuckle breaks the following silence, Matt's own lips curling into a weak smile. He nodded as he placed one final kiss. "Can you just- fuck- I just need you, please?"

"Of course baby, you want me on top for you?" After a hum of approval he leant back and off your body, sitting up straight. "Mhm, yeah... I do."

You sat up along side him, tugging at your shirt slightly before prying it off your body. You didn't do it teasingly, yet slow enough to let Matt enjoy it. His gaze dropped low, eyeing your chest thoroughly. A quiet cuss left his mouth as he continued to stare. "What do you want, Matt...you want me to ride you?" Your voice was painfully low, your words tormenting his brain.

"I do but-" He pauses, working through the hesitancy of his thoughts. "Can you suck me first, I don't want it to be too much..." A blush formed on his cheeks, any form of dominance sliding away.

More often than not, Matt would only beg when he wanted to please you, eat you out for hours or treat you perfectly when you wanted to refuse. Yet, you adored the times like this where he would allow himself to fall into his level of trust for you. You adored his comfortability too.

"Of course I can, I'll take care of you, yeah?" Once he nodded you shifted so that you were on either side of his legs, close enough to lean down to him easily. You start with a gentle touch under his shirt, massaging the tense muscles underneath. He sighed beautifully at the contact, the temperature difference between you forcing every nerve ending to burn. You were gentle, avoiding any majorly sensitive areas, rubbing deep.

Then you connected your lips with his, your touch insistent. It's as gentle as anything else you planned to do, featherlike. You give a final peck to his lips, pulling apart to speak as you pulled his shirt. "On or off?"

"Off please." You hummed in approval and pulled the shirt off with some help from Matt. His tattoos were free for you to gawk at, running your finger down them. "You're so pretty, you know that?"

He let out an awkward chuckle, avoiding how the praise made him feel. His body shifted under your gaze, staring at your eyes and following where you looked. You hadn't meant to tease him, but you did always appreciate his tattoos. The thin inks lines crafting designs that only you could touch and adore.

Normally you'd make Matt beg a little more for what he wanted, but the pure plead in his eyes twisted your heart. How could you ignore how sweetly he looked at you. "Want my help now ,baby?" Without waiting for a response, you dragged your hand to his waistline, sliding your hand under his clothing. His hips bucked slightly at your slightly colder hands and settled back when you soothed his skin.

Your fingers hooked onto the fabric, and you looked up to Matt expectantly. "Oh- sorry..." He then lifted his hips for you - a reassuring smile crossed your face as you brought his clothes down to his feet and tugged them from his body. They landed on the floor with a small thud, and you once again brought your attention to his face. Trust was written all over it, and it was warming to see. Eye-contact was held before he nodded with a large swallow, permission granted for you to continue. So you did.

Your hand wanders just as before, reaching under his boxers. Your hands were so close but you were just far enough to make him whine. He was trying hard to be patient, his eyes flickering between where your touch burned his skin and your face, a grin upon your face. His attention is brough back to himself when you attempt to slide his boxers past his hips, yet his rises them again to help you.

Unlike Matt, you were mostly clothed, you were too focused on him to even think about yourself. It pushed Matt into a further state of submission, reliant on you to help him. He falls into the nasty habit of licking his lips, a way of asking for yours, substituting any method he could get when you weren't kissing him. You shifted from his hardening dick and acknowledge the action with a warm smile. "Want a kiss, baby? Would that help?"

It was no shock to you when he nodded intensely, pushing himself up slightly to his elbows. Any reason to get closer to you. You were just as quick to meet him halfway, your lips connecting softly. Matt often found himself relaxed when you kissed him. It reset his breathing, silencing any worry in his mind and now was no different. The yelling of Nick and Chris fell to the back of mind, further if possible. The hints of your mint lip balm coated his lips, the smell rising between you. It softened them - a feeling that he loved. His lips always felt plump between your teeth, grazing the skin before going back to sucking on them. He loved the unpredictable feeling of it, sighing heavily.

His chest pushed against you in heavy breaths, his neediness showing more by the second. Matt whined when you pulled away, wanting your touch more than anything. Normally, he would hide with embarrassment when he made sounds like that - no matter how much you loved them. He didn't care in the moment, maybe he would tomorrow.

His body flopped back on the bed, releasing the strain of his elbows. However, you weren't quite finished, your lips meeting the skin of his neck. While leaning on your left, your right handed stroked the skin as you dragged it down past his stomach at the slowest pace. Matt shuddered beneath you. The light brush from your fingers made his skin tingle, the feeling in his stomach growing.

"You ready..?" Your voice broke the silence gently, looking at him for confirmation once more. He nodded which you felt in the movements of his body. The hold in your eyes adjusted, all touch of his body releasing. "Use your words, I know you can."

The corners of his mouth lifted when you recited the words he always muttered into your ears. He understood your reactions now. "Wan' your mouth, I- I need you, baby.." His voice cracked with need. He didn't want to think.

As much as you wanted to, you weren't going to tease. The pleading in his voice, barely holding back a whimper, made your head spin. This state of Matt was so rare to see - you were going to savour it all. You began with your hands snaking its way to his base, wrapping around it while you positioned yourself lower on the bed.

"Shiiiit..." His grip on the sheets tightened - anything to stop him from squirming. It was slow. It was enough for a slight pressure relief yet he knew what was truly coming. Once the dip in the mattress shifted towards his legs, his head pushed itself back into the pillow. He was now blinded from your action, but he wasn't given much time to regret it before he felt a small warmth down his dick.

The drop of saliva tracked its way down slowly before your palm was placed on top of it. The warmth of your palm and the stickiness of your saliva made him groan. His ribcage heaved an exhale when you steadied the grip you had. A few pumps later and he was fully hard in your hand.

When your hand left his body he planned to protest - beg even. You knew that and waited until his mouth opened to circle your lips around his tip. Instantly, he thrives under you, the sudden development surrounding his senses. Matt knew his body wouldn't hold out like usual but the sensitivity of his body paired with your touch made him cringe at the high possibility of cumming quickly.

You weren't going to blame him, you saw the signs of his body telling you he wouldn't last, you'd been in the same boat before. He treated you with such care, it was only fair to return it. "Shhh, it's alright. Let me take care of you tonight." A soft kiss landed on his hip, a few more on his thighs to settle his senses in any way you could.

This time you let your breath fan over his cock a few times, a signal you would repeat yourself. When you did, the response from Matt wasn't as overwhelming. Matt was desperately trying to hold back his body from moving, it would only bring him closer to the edge and even he wanted to hold on to this feeling. One thing he couldn't stop was his mouth, pure whimpers falling straight from his slacked jaw. It made you so happy - especially when knowing his hesitations to fully let go and give himself over. The trust he had in you made your heart swell and your body hot.

Both of his eyes were clenched shut, knowing that if he looked at the sight of your mouth surrounding his dick, he'd cum instantly. His pretty eyes were missed from your sight but you understood, so you focused on the task at hand. Every thought was gone from your minds, replaced with the feeling of the other. Pure heaven.

Matt wasn't using his mind anymore, every thought he tried to muster fell flat. Murmurs of your name were all that remained, stained with you.

Your mouth got used to the intrusion slowly but surely. You urged it to settle faster, wanting to take him completely and give him what he asked for. "I can't- fuck." You knew what he referred to, you weren't stupid.

Any other words of protest died in his mouth when you take him whole. You gag slightly but you pull back until you were comfortable, your hand taking what your throat couldn't. You knew he'd try and convince you to take your time, holding himself back so that you were content. Yet, torturing his body and mind for you wouldn't happen, you knew him well enough to know when he did.

His hips stutter forward, high-pitched apologies barely understood through his moans. It was a beautiful sound and you craved more. You rise up to focus on his tip. Not only was it more sensitive for him, but it gave you a view of his face that you rarely saw.

Matt's eyes clenched shut with furrowed brows, his head lolled back, and his mouth parted with wet lips. Pure pleasure written on his face, and it made all that more eager to please. His chest rose and fell quickly, a sign he was trying to tense himself and hold back. You didn't care if he finished quicker than normal - it was about him after all. Replacing your mouth with your hands, you spoke up. "Don't do that, baby. I just want you to relax, can you do that for mommy.."

Instantly, he attempted to relax, refraining from his usual tactics. The nickname stirred in his head. It was all he could focus on, his mental capacity being full of you. Matt nodded, knowing if he opened his mouth, only a shy whimper would escape. Satisfied, you returned the warmth of your mouth to his cock, pushing deep. The feeling had become familiar to you by now, your throat welcoming the intrusion.

Matt groaned again, louder than before. You could tell he was close by the twitch in his hips, stuttering forward to increase the friction. One hand, previously wrapped around his dick, moves to rub the skin on his hips. A soothing gesture to help ground him. You knew Matt, he'd get lost of the feeling of his approaching orgasm and overwhelm himself. The action of your palm resulted in a heavy sigh and soft repeating whimpers.

"Plea- please.. m'close." You barely heard his voice, hidden in his words. If only you weren't so focused on every sound he made. You smiled to yourself, content in your understanding of him. It wouldn't be long until he came - you wanted to make the last moments euphoric.

A shaky moan came from his throat, wavering until it fell into whimpers, all for that cycle to start again. Both of your hands relaxed into a rhythm, pumping whatever ever you could between your fingers whilst the soft warmth of your lips bobbed up and down. It was constant pleasure what Matt, every fibre pushing that feeling forwards. His arm reached forwards to your shoulder, gripping it and nursing the skin in a way to ground himself. One of your hands left his cock, the other working doubly as hard, so that you could ground him in the feeling of your hand in his.

His palms were sweaty, uncommon for him. As much as that was an uncomfortable sensation, you held on strong. He needed this, needed you. His grip fluctuated in strength, stronger when his orgasm drew closer.

"You can cum whenever you need to, yeah? Just let go..." Matt hadn't even processed the loss of your mouth, saliva still be coated around his dick, only when you return did the temperature make him thrive.

Focusing on Matt, you continued that old routine. You sucked minutely harder, your tongue grazing a vein, but it was exactly what Matt needed. He groaned continuously - unable to stay quiet if he tried. With another stutter of his hips he climaxed hard.

The grip on your shoulder tightened, a mark beginning to form on your skin. Forgetting your hands, you pushed your mouth fully onto Matt's dick, gagging slightly. Strings of whimpers came from Matt, which only egged you on. "Fuckfuckfuckkk-"

A warm substance eased into your mouth, efficiently gathering itself on your tongue. You stuck it out to show Matt before pulling it back into your mouth to swallow it. His eyes widened at the sight, and he groaned with a happy smile lingering by his cheeks. "You're fucking killing me" He spoke happily between moans as you prolonged his orgasm to spread the feeling of bliss.

Once he started to writhe, you released him, pulling your body up to meet him one on one. His expression was already dopey and the pure content made you smile. "You feeling better?"

He nodded graciously. "Definitely, thank you so much, baby..." His arm mustered the energy to lift its way to your jawline, tracing the skin atop the bone smoothly. Admiration stood between you both momentarily, pure love, and a silent thank you being translated. The kiss that followed was soft. One would question if there was any lust in it at all. The traces of his orgasm lingered on your tongue, the taste turning you both on.

You pulled apart, each of your lips not wanting to let go. "You still want me to ride you?" Elegant tones suspended from your mouth, your breath mingling with his. He looked away for a moment - breaking the eye contact. "I do... is that okay?"

You wanted to melt at the way he spoke and you were unable to stop the smile that flooded your face. "Of course I can, are you okay to go now?" He nodded once more, his stomach tensing slightly. You noticed this an decided to test him. When your hand inched closer to his dick and wrapped around the base of his dick. His stomach and surrounding muscles flexed harder with an inhale he was unfortunate to expel. "Impatient are we?"

"Shut up... I wanna please you too, baby. That's all." The grip you had on him loosened, his gaze falling anywhere else to avoid how your lips lifted. "Matt, tonight is about you, don't stress about me. You always make me feel so good anyway"

The way he faced you was immediate - praise sinking into his mind. That wasn't the effect you had initially wanted, but with the way his cheeks flushed, you were glad it worked out that way. He was still hesitant to truly acknowledge the words but they slipped out none the less. "Yeah?"

"Mhm, always," You paused your speech, letting the divide change the topic for you. "You ready now?" This time, his response had more confidence to it, nodding happily and shuffling across the sheets to make his position easier for you.

"I'm gonna go slow because I haven't stretched yet, I don't mean to tease, okay baby?" Going slow was always a tease for the both of you, wanting each other has close and as quick as possible. But pleasure was the main focus at the moment. The praise and the way your hand gently stroked at this dick made him half-hard again, so you took action. The bottoms that hugged your waist were pulled down at the same rate as your shirt. Goosebumps rose to your skin as you were no longer wrapped in an extra later or warmth. To make things slightly easier, you brought your underwear down too, slick starting to gather.

Your body moved and shuffled up the bed, placing both your knees to rest beside his. Both your eyes kept flickering between his face and where your bodies aimed to connect, making sure he was on the same page. He noticed this quickly and chuckled lowly. "I'm fine, I promise, just go slow for both of us..."

With his words of confidence, you nodded, focusing all attention onto his dick. One hand kept your weight up while another held his dick so you could lower down onto him. When your pussy enveloped around his tip, you both sucked in a deep breath, letting it go with a laugh at the joint reaction.

Matt's head lolled back again as you pushed down a little further. With no prep, the feeling of you wrapped snug around him had increased. Matt wasn't sure if heaven could feel better than this. Your heart beat strengthened alongside the arousal in your core, thudding steadily in your chest.

When you sunk completely and bottomed out, Matt began to bring his head back to you. His gaze settled on your face, your mouth in a permanent 'o'. Your eyes lingered at the connection between you. If he wasn't already hard then the pure sight of you on his cock certainly would make him so. You looked up and saw his eyes all over you and it only encouraged you. "See something you like?"

You had never seen his eyes switch from your body to your own eyes faster, the action nearly evaporating your focus. There is no longer a burn uncomfortably rising at your core and so you softly begin moving, lifting your hips only to slip back down to his pelvis. Your body naturally grinds forwards simultaneously. Everything is overwhelming for him, his cock still sensitive from the past orgasm – the current position not helping his mind flow. Matt’s eyes twinkle at the sight in front of him.

The friction is bliss, and he soon starts to naturally follow every move you take. His eyes follow too, watching as your tits bounce with every rise and fall you take, watching your ass slap every second, hearing the slick build between you as you each come closer to a release. Matt no longer has any sense of control. His mind runs in a permanent blur, so lost in pleasure speaking grew harder to muster. His body was mush in the best way possible. Every ounce of trust he had fell into you.

“Fuck- you feel so good, baby I-“ He began getting vocal again, comfortable in the new level on intimacy. “Hmm, you feel good? You’re making me feel good too baby.” The praise led him to a pathetic moan – one he’s normally chastise himself for but caring about what he sounded like was the last thing on his mind.

The feeling in his abdomen felt different to before, stronger. Every clench of your walls clouded in his mind, his hips bucking that extra distance. Your hands fell to his chest and shoulders – aiming for support. He saw the sign of tiredness in your thighs as you pace broke every so often. Matt attempted to aid you with his own arms resting on your hips, gripping the skin to take a bit of the weight. Yet, with his whole being so full of pleasure, it quickly turned into his way of grounding himself. White crescents slowly started to seep into your skin yet neither of you cared.

Pants and moans were exchanged between you continuously, steady and concise. “Sweetheart… I- I’m getting close… fuck” The way his words squeaked as you closed around him make the feeling in your gut surge. You tried to speak right away but when you practically felt him throb, a whimper escaped instead. Rather than fight it, you pried one of his hands away from your hips and hovering it just above one of your tits. “You want to touch me, Matt?”

The sight made his eyes force themselves shut, his head tilting back in case he had second thoughts. “As- as much as I want that… I think I’d cum instantly... wan- wanna cum with you.”

A chuckle left your lips as you heard him speak, the bluntness of his ‘issue’ catching you off guard. “Oh baby, I don’t care when you cum, you can whenever you want to.” He didn’t respond to your words, only shaking his head quickly – insistent on his claim. You want to question it, your chest being one of his favourite things, to look at, to touch, to own, yet your thoughts are obstructed by the pull down of your hips onto his cock. His hand returns to your hips, massaging the skin in between each tense squeeze. You’re brought quickly to the brink of pleasure. Hearing his moans when you jerked him to the frail whimpers as your rode him made your orgasm grow closer and closer.

No matter how you had Matt, it was a euphoric sight. His eyes remained glued shut but his mouth never was. He wasn’t able to with the whines interrupting him.

Between growing tired and an impending release, it was harder to rise and fall as quick as when you first began, and so you resorted to primarily grinding onto his dick. It managed to push Matt deeper for longer while brushing past your clit in the best way. You had now understood why Matt closed his eyes because even you had to drag your eyes away for a moment.

“Matt… can you open your eyes sweet boy? D-don’t you wanna… wanna see me cum?” The nickname alone made his eyes go wide before rolling back into his head, nodding as the only way to respond. His dick twitched again signalling his orgasm so with all the strength you could muster, you decided to make your body rise and sink down repeatedly. His grip and your weight on his chest increased dramatically – so did the noise.

He wasn’t expecting such a rise of movement and he had no clue how to handle it. His stomach flexed over and over again – his mind full of incoherent thoughts. He was worried that he’d tear up over how hard his eyes blinked. It took everything to look up at you and before he knew it, his fingers tapped several times on your thigh. “Shit- I-”

His orgasm took over and his cum leaked inside of you. Whimpers and pants flourished whilst you rode him through his high, inevitably bringing you to yours. Both of your hands switched to his shoulders just so that you had something to grip. You clench hard around him and sink down fully in exhaustion.

Fatigue makes its way through both of you and it takes you a second to push through the sensitivity of coming off of him. You end up flopping next to him, a dopey smile on his face. “Do you feel better…”

His sass immediately returns as he rolls his eyes and drags his hands over his face “Is that even a question.” He stares at the ceiling, pausing before he continues. “Definitely, thank you sweetheart.”

A smile instantly rose to your cheeks, pulling his head towards you so that you can place a small kiss into his hair, then his temple, cheeks and the edge of his mouth. “Always sweet boy. Now, let’s get cleaned up and get some rest. Sound good?”

He nodded his head gratefully and pushed himself onto his elbows. “Can we watch gravity falls?” Matt just stares up at you with wide and innocent eyes, and you find yourself falling victim to it.

“Anything you want.”

[fletchershearsgf]

when i die, bury me with this fic

❆ content warning: smut, use of toys, oral (f! & m!receiving), masturbation, cheating (kinda), getting caught, praise/degradation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, cuckold behavior, unprotected sex, threesome (ish), bf!chris, pervy!matt, gf!reader

❆ summary: chris buys you a dildo for christmas, and his brother matt, who has always had a thing for you stumbles upon you using it

Merry Chrattmas! 🤍 Sorry it's a little late. Inspired/requested by this ask.

Voyeur

"Alright, which one of you bought a sex toy?" Matt laughed after tearing open the package that had been left on the doorstep that morning without even bothering to look at the name of the recipient. He was holding up a glass dildo for the whole house to see. Nick's eyebrows flew up and his jaw dropped as his gaze meandered over to Chris from across the room.

"Give me that, asshole! What are you doing opening mail that isn't yours? What if it had been a gift for you?" Chris snarked, ripping the box and the toy out of Matt's hand. "Then I would have kindly asked you to return it," Matt chuckled, poking Chris in the side. Chris rolled his eyes.

"It's for my girlfriend, okay? Don't let her know that you've seen it, because she'd be really embarrassed," Chris responded, blushing. "I bet she'll look so good using it," Matt smirked, his imagination running wild.

It was no secret that Matt had always found you attractive. Everyone knew it. Chris knew it, Nick knew it, and even you knew it, but you'd oftentimes joke around, even to Matt's face, that you were a loyal Chris girl and that nothing could ever sway you.

Of course, Matt took this as a challenge and caused him to pine after you even more. You'd never admit to it, but you did secretly like the attention your boyfriend's brother gave you.

"Too bad you'll never know," Chris rolled his eyes at his brother's out-of-pocket comment and rushed off to his room to wrap the gift in private along with the pink Fresh Love hoodie he'd designed for you. He included a card in the gift that read:

"I hope you wear this hoodie and think of me the next time you get off without me. Merry Christmas, baby. I love you. Xoxo, Chris."

He scribbled in a poorly drawn heart at the bottom of the card. He swathed the box in gift wrap, tying a sparkly, pink bow around it and placing it under the tree.

It was only a few days later that you went over to your boyfriend's house to spend the night, and luckily, Nick was out for the evening, and Matt was on his way out, so the two of you were going to have the house to yourselves. It was the perfect opportunity for Chris to give you your present.

"You're going to love the gift my brother got you. It's gonna make you scream," Matt whispered into your ear and winked as he was getting ready to walk out the door. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him, but your curiosity was sparked.

After he left, you and Chris sat in front of the fireplace in the glow of the burning wood and twinkling Christmas lights that were strewn around the tree. The scent of the sugar cookie candle that was burning down to the wick wafted through the air. Chris delicately placed the neatly-wrapped gift in your hand.

"I know it's not Christmas yet," Chris said with a warm smile, knowing you were the type of person who liked to wait until Christmas morning to open your gifts. You smiled back at him, fiddling with the pretty ribbon wrapped around it. "But?" You asked, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"It's the kind of gift I want you to open alone," Chris responded, nervously biting his lip. You wrinkled your nose at him. Open alone? Too bad Matt knew what it was for whatever reason, you thought to yourself. You weren't sure where he was going with this, but that made it even harder to resist tearing open the gift.

"I'll make an exception. Just for you," you rolled your eyes in an endearing manner and began to tear off the wrap, revealing an unmarked box beneath the paper. You slowly removed the lid, and you gasped at the Fresh Love hoodie that was neatly folded on top.

It was your favorite color, and you clutched it close to your chest and gave your boyfriend an exhilarated smile. "Chris, I love it!" You glanced back down into the box where a card lay on top of some sparkly tissue paper. He'd made it himself, which made it that much more special. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you read the card aloud.

"Chris, what else is in here?" You wondered as you started rifling through the box. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped as you examined the glass toy, and you picked it up by the pink heart-shaped handle. "Chris.. it's so pretty," you whispered.

"Not as pretty as you using it, though, I'm sure," he gave you a cheeky grin and nudged you. "I don't know how. You should show me," you gave him a fake pout and batted your eyelashes at him. You did know how to use it, but you wanted Chris to be the first one to use it on you.

"Take off your clothes," he lustfully whispered as you handed off the dildo to him, a smirk playing in the corner of your lip. You pulled off your sweater, revealing that you had nothing on underneath, and you took down the waistband of your pajama pants and your underwear.

"Fuck, you're already wet," Chris noticed aloud as you slowly spread open your legs, his fingertips lightly grazing your skin. He leaned down and started trailing kisses up your inner thighs while you gently combed through his hair with your fingers as he neared your heat.

He licked a long stripe up your slit, subtly flicking his tongue across your clit once he got to it. He placed your toy at your entrance and slowly pushed it in. You squealed and clamped your legs down around Chris' head as you stretched around the glass dildo.

He began to gently fuck you with it, listening to the pretty sounds that fell from your lips as you threw your head back. You gripped his hair, tugging on it as he picked up the pace of his tongue, quickly flitting it over your bundle of nerves. He closed his lips down around it, humming against your clit, your legs shaking at the sensation.

The dildo didn't feel quite as good as having sex with Chris, but it was good enough that you knew it would satisfy you the next time you were turned on and missing him. He worked the toy in and out of you at a gradually quickening pace, and your hips started to move in unison with it.

"Chris, you're amazing," you breathlessly purred, and he chuckled with your pussy in his mouth. He could tell you were getting close. He didn't fluctuate, his motions remaining constant while his pretty blue eyes flicked up to meet yours. You rested your hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to keep eating you as your whole body started to tremble.

"Yes.. please.. just like that.. mmm.. gonna cum," you said in a series of broken moans. You felt yourself squeezing around the toy the same way your thighs were squeezing around Chris' ears, and before you knew it, you were coming undone at the seams.

The pressure that had spent so much time building in your core finally reached its breaking point. You bucked your hips, riding the toy and grinding against Chris' face as you finished. Your broken moans turned to fervent whimpers, and your whimpers turned to desperate screams, just like Matt had predicted. Your eyes wandered towards the back of your head.

Chris didn't take his gaze off you. He loved making you feel good, and he relished in the way your body reacted to orgasm. He thrust the toy in and out of you and licked your sensitive button until you were completely finished and pushing his head away.

"Oh my god," you said, trying to catch your breath and recover from the intensity of your climax. Chris came up for air, his lips and chin glistening in your fluids. "That was so hot," he said in a low, sexy voice. You took the toy from him and leaned in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue as the two of you passionately made out.

"You're so good at giving," you told him. "Gifts, I mean." The two of you laughed at your play on words. You both spent the rest of the night watching Christmas movies cuddled up on the couch with mugs of hot cocoa while the fire burned through the rest of the wood.

You and Chris eventually found your way to his bedroom where the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms tangled in the sheets. The warmth of his body wrapped around you and the comforting feeling of his hot breath on your neck was the last thing you remembered before you drifted off...

You awoke the next morning to Chris shifting around on the bed, and after you rubbed your eyes, you realized he was getting dressed to go somewhere. "Where are you going?" You asked in your sleepy voice.

"I'm going to go pick us up coffee and bagels. Just keep sleeping like a little angel, and I'll be back soon. I love you," Chris whispered, leaning down to kiss you and ruffle your hair.

You were hoping to sneak in a little early morning sex with him, but he was already putting his shoes on, and you figured you could just use the new toy he bought you while he was gone. "I love you, too," you responded in a sweet voice.

You watched him from your foggy window, flakes of snow starting to slowly fall from the sky. Your face lit up, excited that you were going to get your White Christmas after all. Chris blew you a kiss before he got into his car and sped off.

You sauntered over to the pretty box that held your gifts. You changed into the pink Fresh Love hoodie Chris had designed for you, and you twirled around in front of his big mirror, admiring how perfectly it fit you.

You reached for the phallic-shaped glass and held it in your hands, contemplating whether to wait until Chris got back or to use it. You decided on the latter, unable to contain yourself any longer.

While Chris was still out getting the two of you breakfast, Matt wandered in through the front door. He set his keys down, let out a sigh, and started off down the hall, completely unaware of what he was about to stumble upon.

He walked past Chris' room, but some movement out of the corner of his eyes caused him to stop dead in his tracks and take a couple steps back. He was surprised to find you there, considering he didn't think anyone was home.

What surprised him even more was what you were doing. You were laying on your back on Chris' bed in nothing but your pink hoodie, legs spread, and your pussy wrapped around the toy he'd accidentally opened in the mail a couple days earlier.

You were so enthralled with what you were doing that you didn't even hear him come in or see him as he leaned up against your door frame with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He raised an eyebrow as he studied the view, wetting his lips. It was everything he hoped it would be.

Your facial expressions were steeped in desire, ethereal moans rolling off your tongue, and your cunt stretching around the toy as you worked it back and forth. He immediately grew hard, watching you and imagining it was his cock pumping in and out of you.

Your eyes flickered up, realizing he was in the room with you. You gasped and shut your legs, holding the toy still inside of you as you clenched around it. "Please. Don't stop," Matt begged, reaching for the bulge in his pants and gently running his hand over it. "Keep going. Please. I just wanna watch," he softly begged.

It was so hard to see him stroke himself through his sweatpants and not do the same. You knew it was wrong to be feeling this way about your boyfriend's brother, but you felt your stomach drop as your eyes landed on the outline of his hard cock and before you knew it, you were spreading your legs back open and continuing to fuck yourself with your dildo.

"Does that feel good?" He asked you, and you timidly nodded at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He walked forward a few feet, coming around to the side of the bed to watch you more closely. He reached out and lightly brushed your cheek with the back of his hand.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you quietly told him, but you couldn't help the way you relaxed into his touch as he caressed your face. "It's not like I'm fucking you," Matt smirked, and as he said it, your mind was immediately filled with ideas about what it would be like to get fucked by him.

Matt brushed his thumb against your bottom lip and gently pushed it into your mouth. You accepted it and started lightly sucking on it while Matt reached into his sweats and pulled out his pretty cock. You were shocked at how similar it looked to Chris', and it made it even easier for you to justify to yourself that you weren't technically doing anything wrong.

You sped up the toy thrusting into you as Matt continued to poke and prod your mouth with his fingers while he fervently jerked off at eye-level with you. "Good girl," Matt whispered as he ran his other thumb over his tip, coaxing a shiny fluid to leak from it. You sped up the pace as you watched him.

You knew the two of you were crossing a line, but you couldn't help yourself. Matt was too busy watching your toy glide in and out of your hole, and you were too busy watching Matt fist his cock that neither one of you saw Chris standing in the doorway with bagels and coffee as he stumbled upon the two of you and the way you were each hungrily looking at one another.

"Oh yeah? So I'm out getting you breakfast and you're using the toy I got you in front of my brother?" He scoffed, breaking the two of you out of your trance and making each of you jump.

He expected this from Matt, but he was shocked to see this kind of behavior from you. Matt pulled his thumb out from between your lips, and you each brought your movements to a standstill.

The longer Chris fixed his eyes on the scene in front of him, the more he found himself getting turned on by you playing with yourself in front of his brother. "Don't let me stop you. At least let me enjoy the show," Chris said, setting down the bagels and coffee on his dresser as he made his way to the foot of the bed and sat down.

You and Matt were dumbfounded, wondering if this was some kind of test. You halfway expected Chris to get angry, break up with you, or even physically fight his own brother. Yet, he was calm, and he seemed like he might have even liked it.

"Come on. Keep going," Chris demanded, and after a moment of hesitation, you continued to pump your toy into your drooling hole. Matt stuck his pointer finger into your mouth, and you started lightly sucking on it. A soft sigh left Matt's lips as he imagined you sucking on a different appendage, and he went back to stroking his pretty cock.

As if Chris could read Matt's thoughts, he flicked his gaze over at you, "Why don't you help him out?" He asked, a smirk playing in the corner of his mouth. You nodded and then looked back over at Matt who was putting his dick in your face that was silently begging to be sucked on.

You accepted him, wrapping your lips around his thickness as he started rocking his hips back and forth. He emitted a moan and his hand flew up to tangle itself in your hair. "Good girl," he softly purred, grabbing onto a fistful of your locks and pushing it further into your mouth.

He wasn't sure how far Chris would let him go with it, but he figured he'd test the boundaries until either one of you told him he was taking it too far. His other hand wandered between your legs. He started rubbing your clit, eliciting a moan from you that reverberated against his cock, leaving him with a lovely sensation.

"You're such a shameless little slut, aren't you? Letting my brother touch you in front of me as if I'm not your boyfriend?" Chris snarked at you, but you could tell by the luscious tone of his voice and the way he was stroking himself through his pants that he was getting off on what he saw.

"Come on, Matt. Fuck her pretty little face. She can take it. I promise," Chris encouraged him. He tightened his grip on your hair and did as Chris told him, jerking his hips forward triggering your gag reflex.

Matt continued drawing circles on your clit with the pad of his fingers as he stared into your watering eyes. His cock twitched against the back of your throat as he listened to the sound of you choking on him.

"Good girl. You take it so well. I wish I could fuck you," Matt purred. You moaned against Matt's length at the idea of him plowing you while your boyfriend watched. Chris was still gently rubbing his tip through the fabric of his pants as he watched the way you and Matt interacted with another.

"Merry Christmas, Matt. You can do whatever you want to her," Chris told him, getting harder and harder as his eyes flickered back and forth between the two of you. Matt's eyes twinkled as those words left Chris' lips.

"Oh, don't tell me that. I won't be able to control myself," Matt smirked, pulling his dick out from behind your lips with a pop. Matt grabbed the handle of your toy and slowly removed it from you and placed it on your nightstand.

"Go crazy. Can't you see how bad the little slut wants it?" Chris asked, staring down at the fucked out expression on your face and your pussy that was clenching around nothing.

Matt positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his cock teasing your hole. "You want it, don't you? You like the idea of getting fucked in front of your boyfriend?" Matt chuckled, breaching your entrance and beginning to gently rock his hips back and forth with only the first few inches of him inside you.

You slowly nodded, screwing your eyes shut as your jaw dropped at the change in sensation of Matt replacing your toy with his throbbing phallus. With every thrust, he pushed it in a little deeper until he was completely bottomed out inside of you, hitting the perfect spot.

The sounds of each of your moans dragging out and becoming louder as Matt pumped away. He placed your legs on his shoulders, fucking you harder and faster as you felt the pressure in your core building and building.

He pushed up your pink hoodie, revealing your perfect tits to him, and he gently squeezed one as he admired them. "Fuck, look at these," Matt whispered, pinching your nipple between the pads of his fingers, eliciting a soft mewl from you.

You could see Chris out of the corner of your eye moving towards you and coming around to the side of the bed. He took your hand in his and started caressing the back of it with his thumb. "Is he making you feel good?" He whispered into your ear before kissing your forehead. "Mhmm," you hummed delightfully.

It was always a fantasy of his to watch you get fucked by someone else, and although this wasn't exactly how he pictured it, he figured he couldn't let the opportunity go to waste.

"You take it like a little slut, you know that?" Chris cooed in your ear before latching onto your neck. You nodded, relishing in the way he spoke to you and the way his lips felt as he sucked on your sensitive flesh.

Matt loved the way it felt to be inside of you. He'd been fantasizing about it forever. He'd never admit it, but he'd stayed awake many nights, ear pressed up against Chris' door with his hand in his pants, listening to the sound of you getting fucked. He'd memorized the way your sweet little moans would slowly morph into seductive screams every time Chris would bring you to orgasm.

Now he was the reason pleasured noises were cascading from your lips, and he couldn't get enough. He knew you were getting close. "Oh, that's it," Matt grunted as he threw his head back, feeling you squeeze around his cock.

"Are you gonna cum for my brother?" Chris purred in your ear, recognizing the way your body was reacting and knowing you were about to finish. You looked into Chris' eyes and slowly nodded as the knot in your stomach came unraveled, your pussy rhythmically clenching around him.

"Good girl," Matt breathlessly whispered, pounding into you as hard as he could. Your pleasure reached a crescendo, and you heard a ringing in your ears and a strong buzzing throughout your body as you came undone on Matt's cock.

You couldn't see or think straight. All you could feel was an intense surge of pleasure followed by a wave of calmness washing over you as Matt's dick started to throb inside of you. He pulled out at the last second, painting your stomach in his load and pumping his cock back and forth with his fist until he had milked himself dry.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and his moans filled the room as he finished all over you. "Oh my god," he breathlessly whimpered, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. Chris' eyes followed the mess he made, his cock jerking at the sight.

"Hey, Matt. Just letting you know, this was a one-time thing, and if you're not out of here by the time I come to my senses, I might fucking kill you," Chris said sternly. Matt nodded, quickly pulling himself to his feet and tucking himself back into his pants before darting out of the room.

"Loyal Chris girl, huh?" Chris snarked at you, using your own words against you. "Chris.." you started to say, expecting him to get angry with you next. "It's okay. I'm not mad at you. I'm not mad at Matt either. I just wanted to see him run away like a little bitch," he told you, his lips curling into a devious smile.

"I actually really liked watching you two together," he admitted, biting his lip. Your eyebrows flew up in a look of surprise. You could tell he liked it, but you didn't think he'd confess to it. "Come on. Your coffee's probably cold by now."

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[solarsturniolo]

High as fuck and i think im abt to jerk off to this man

are you fucking kidding

guys

holy fuck

[camzeecorner]

𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵

As I laid on top of Chris, I could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest, each breath he took creating a soothing rhythm beneath me. His body was completely relaxed, exuding a sense of calm that enveloped us both. The faint strains of music drifted from his headphones, the melody barely audible but the beat resonating through the soft padding of the earmuffs. The subtle vibrations of the bass seemed to pulse in harmony with his breathing, creating a tranquil and intimate atmosphere.

He softly tapped his fingers on me, as if I were his own personal drum, each gentle touch sending tingles through my skin. The warmth of his presence beneath me made my heart melt, filling me with a sense of comfort and contentment. I could feel the rhythm of his fingers sync with the steady beat of his heart, creating a symphony just for us. I hummed softly into his chest, the vibrations of my voice mingling with the steady rise and fall of his breathing, a smile spreading from ear to ear as I basked in the intimate connection we shared.

He murmured the lyrics softly, his voice barely audible as he shut his eyes, sinking deeper into the music. He looked so peaceful, so unbothered by the world around him, as if he were in his own serene sanctuary. As the minutes passed, his tapping grew more pronounced, each beat resonating through my body and causing me to shift slightly on top of him. The increasing intensity of his movements added a new layer of connection, making me even more aware of the rhythm we shared.

“What are you trying to do, spank me?” I chuckled, lifting my head up slightly. He moved one earphone off and opened his eyes, blinking a few times to focus. “What’d you say?” he asked, his voice cracking a bit from the lack of use. “I asked if you’re trying to spank me. Your tapping's getting pretty hard, don’t you think?” I giggled, the playful tone in my voice matching the lightheartedness of the moment.

He smirked at my comment, a lazy shrug following. “Maybe I am.” I rolled my eyes at his playful stupidity, feeling the warmth of his body beneath me as I leaned my head back down to continue my rest. The soft fabric of his shirt brushed against my cheek, and I let out a contented sigh, letting the comfort of the moment wash over me.

Just as I got comfortable, my eyes growing heavy with sleep, I felt the sharp sting of a slap landing on my ass. I hissed in surprise, jerking my head up. “Chris, what the fuck?” I scolded, my voice a mix of irritation and disbelief. He laughed at my expression, his eyes twinkling with mischief, but he remained silent, letting his laughter speak for him.

Rolling my eyes, I went back once again to try and rest, only to be met with yet another harsh slap. I huffed in annoyance, trying to ignore the heat radiating through my body. The sting lingered, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of reacting, instead focusing on finding a comfortable position once more.

“I can feel you,” his voice was husky and low. He rubbed slow circles on my bottom, causing a breath to escape my lips. “You like it? When I hit you like this?” he cooed softly into my ear, making my core drip with desperation. I whimpered at his tone, shifting my body. I felt so hot and sticky yet so untouched. “Chris…” I called out, my voice soft and gentle.

He landed another smack down, causing a stinging sensation to spread through my body. He ran his fingers over the reddened skin, soothing the pain. I bit my lip trying to contain my cry’s, he brought so much pain into the pleasure it made me crave more. “You want me to stop?” He asked.

I shook my head at him, embarrassed to speak out. “Words baby.” He whispered. I inhaled a sharp breath as I felt my heart race. “No.” My voice faint. Hearing my words he smirked, “all you had to say baby.”

As the time passed he’d landed more slaps onto my sore skin, placing small kisses to my neck. The feeling of his hands so rough but filled with so much love only made me drip. I could feel as my panties stuck to my sticky folds.

“Chris.. I need you.” I whimpered. “Yea? What you need princess?” I tugged on his hand, hoping he would get the memo. As I flipped over my body he pulled us up together, sitting our backs against the headboard, while I leaned against his chest.

As he slid his fingers down my stomach, I could feel the coolness of his bracelets sliding against me. “Right here?” He asked, his fingers teasing me. “Yes right there.. please.” I begged.

“So needy baby.” He whispered. I could feel his lips pecking at my skin, leaving dark bruises behind. I moaned at the feeling, my aching washing away. He massaged my core, bringing me the pleasure I needed. He touched me lightly, my body reacting faster than my mind.

He traced small circles before he pushed his long and slender fingers into me causing me to moan, the new feeling building up within my body only made my hips buck upwards. The feeling was so good, I could feel myself clenching around him.

It hard was hard to contain my moans as his movements sped up making me fall into complete bliss. He knew how to make me feel so cared for. I could hear the squelched sounds of my juices running through me.

The wind came down on me, making my heart feel heavy and the air so hot. The tension in the air was thick, barely breathable. The only sounds coming through me.

“Don’t stop- m’so close” i panted. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, making him only bring my pressure to me. He gained more speed I didn’t know he had, making my high crash down onto hard.

My body shook as jaw hung low, he stayed in position allowing me to ride out my high.

“That’s it baby, cum on my fingers.” His voice beaming in my ears.

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lemme know if y’all like this cus i hate it 😭🤞🏾

[mi-co-uk]

love me not

loner!reader x needy!chris

WARNINGS: use of y/n, swearing, insecurity, obsession. the series itself will contain smut fluff and angst ⋆𐙚

p.s the grammar is wrong but I like it that way coz it feels like a diary entry but if it's distracting I can change it :3

pls enjoy <3

MASTERLIST

INTRO

READER POV

I'm not good at being around people. it's mortifying. I have an obsession of making sure I look presentable which gets me so paranoid to the point where I can't even have a conversation with someone if I think I have a single hair out of place.

its not like I'm obsessed with my looks- like i am but only in terms of making sure I'm not embarrassing myself from looking bad. I guess I am kind of obsessed.

this is the bulk of why I tend to stay home. or at least the simplest reason why. its why I don't really have friends, it's why I don't pick up calls, it's why im currently watching my phone light up- chris' contact on the front screen.

CHRIS' POV

"kid, I don't think she's interested."

"matt, shut the fuck up." I snap back. it's not like I'm calling her like that. I don't see her in that way. it just kind of pisses me off that she won't pick up for a friend- for me. the dialing stops so I press call again.

"did you ask her if she wanted to come with us or are we parked outside her house like fucking creeps?" matt scoffed, acting like I was being an idiot. maybe I was.

"no but-" matt rolls his eyes at me, an exasperated sigh escaping him. "listen matt! I just- she'd wanna come with if she knew where we were going b-but sometimes she'll say yes but not feel like it on the day, so I was thinking right-"

"wait what are we doing- you just told me we were going out and taking y/n with us."

I press my lips tight together, not knowing how to respond.

"oh great you don't even know?" his tone full of exasperation.

"we'll just go wherever she wants to!"

matts eyes flicker between pure annoyance to pity. I think the pity is worse.

the call dies again, I'm left just staring at the screen. I hold my hands up to face, exhaling deeply.

"I know you had like a thing for her but-" "just fucking drive, matt"

next part

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- let me know what you thiiinkkk

- more parts soon <3

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ - mi

[gilbertscurls]

the disaster date — matt sturniolo

Matt had been nervous before, sure. He’d gone through plenty of nerve-wracking moments in his life—filming in front of millions of people, meeting celebrities, even dealing with his brothers’ chaotic antics on a daily basis.

But this?

This was different.

This was a first date. With you.

And he was freaking out.

He had no idea why he thought he could handle this. He wasn’t a first-date kind of guy. He wasn’t smooth or effortlessly charming like Nick, and he definitely wasn’t naturally charismatic like Chris. No, Matt was the guy who overthought everything, who second-guessed his outfit five times before even leaving the house, who had googled “how to not be awkward on a date” just last night.

And now, standing at your door, his heart nearly burst out of his chest when you finally stepped out.

His brain short-circuited immediately.

You looked—

He cleared his throat, trying to find his voice. "I... wow," he managed to say. "You look... you look incredible."

And he meant it.

Because holy crap, you did.

You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Thanks, Matt."

But Matt wasn’t even listening anymore because—

Don’t stare at her body, don’t stare at her body... crap, I’m staring at her body.

His face burned as he snapped his gaze up, praying you didn’t notice. He needed to get it together. Immediately.

"Uh, shall we?" he said, extending his arm awkwardly like some kind of 18th-century gentleman.

You giggled but took it anyway. "We shall."

Step one of the date: Pick her up. ✅ (Barely.)

The Restaurant Mishap

Matt should’ve known things were going too smoothly.

You had gotten to the restaurant without any problems. No wrong turns, no getting lost—he was killing it.

And then the waiter handed him the menu.

The very fancy menu.

In French.

Matt squinted at it, panic creeping into his brain. He didn’t speak French. He barely passed Spanish in high school, and that was mostly because Nick helped him cheat on vocabulary quizzes.

“Do you know what you’re getting?” you asked, casually scanning your own menu.

No. No, he absolutely did not.

He tried to play it cool, nodding like he totally understood what Boeuf Bourguignon was. "Yeah, totally. I mean... what even is food, right? It's all just... cooked stuff."

You blinked. "Are you okay?"

"Yup! Fine. So fine. The finest."

Matt, shut up.

He made the executive decision to point at something random when the waiter came back. Whatever he ordered, it couldn’t be that bad.

Right?

Wrong.

Because twenty minutes later, the waiter placed a plate in front of him, and Matt found himself staring at—

Escargot.

Which, for the record, was snails.

He felt his soul leave his body.

"Are you gonna try it?" you asked, clearly holding back laughter.

Matt straightened up, determined not to lose his dignity. "Of course. I’m an adventurous guy." He picked up his fork, stabbed one of the snails, and—

Oh god.

It was slimy.

So, so slimy.

Still, he forced himself to bring it to his mouth. Do it for her. Be the cool, cultured guy.

He took a bite.

And immediately regretted every decision that had led him to this moment.

It tasted like rubber and sadness.

"So?" you prompted, grinning.

Matt swallowed (barely). "Mmm. So good. Love me some... snail."

You laughed, and even though he was in culinary hell, the sound made it almost worth it.

Almost.

Step two of the date: Don’t embarrass yourself. ❌ (Mission failed.)

The Goodbye (AKA Matt’s Last Chance to Redeem Himself)

Despite the absolute disaster that was dinner, you still seemed to be having a good time.

You talked the whole way back, laughing at his terrible jokes, your hand casually resting on his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And Matt?

Matt was gone.

Completely, utterly, hopelessly gone for you.

Which was why, when he walked you up to your door, he knew this was his chance to not screw things up.

"Tonight was fun," you said softly.

Matt nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah. Even though I may or may not have eaten a snail against my will."

You giggled. "Hey, that was your fault for not reading the menu."

"Technically, it was my fault for pretending to understand French," he admitted.

You smiled, tilting your head. "I like that about you, though."

Matt blinked. "That I’m an idiot?"

"No," you said, rolling your eyes. "That you don’t take yourself too seriously. You’re easy to be around."

His heart did a full gymnastics routine.

This was it.

The moment.

The kiss moment.

But before he could do anything smooth, something very not smooth happened—

You leaned in slightly, and in his panic, Matt stepped back.

Too far back.

Right into the potted plant behind him.

He tripped, flailing wildly, and barely caught himself before completely wiping out on your porch.

Silence.

Then—

"Oh my god, are you okay?" you asked, trying (and failing) not to laugh.

Matt groaned, covering his face. "No. I’m never recovering from this."

You shook your head, still giggling. "Come here, dummy."

And then—

You kissed him.

Soft. Gentle. Just a little teasing, but still enough to make his brain fully shut down.

When you pulled away, Matt just stood there, eyes wide, completely frozen.

You smirked. "I’ll text you?"

He nodded way too quickly. "Y-yeah. Totally. That’d be... cool. Super cool."

You gave him one last smile before disappearing inside.

Matt stared at your door for a full five seconds.

Then he fist-pumped the air like a middle schooler.

Step three of the date: Get a second one. ✅ (Mission accomplished.)

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[submattenthusiast]

bandana sub!matt

"harder please i can take it" matt moaned, back arching and hips pushing back in an effort to contort his body onto the silicone further. your hand smoothed up the perfect arch of his back, touching every curve while still plowing into him. a decent pace was built up, and squelches of lube echoed the room but it wasn't enough for him. furthering your movements your hand snuck onto the back of his head, reaching for the bandana tied above his brown hair.

a sound of shock left the boy under you as you pulled on the bandana, bringing his head with it. "ah—please" he whined, trying to look at you. your fingers dug into his sides as the strap on slid almost fully out of him, tip teasing the tight muscle. a choked sob escaped him as he felt himself getting emptier. "begging me to go harder but you're crying when i pull out?" you scoff, gripping the fabric tighter. "i don't think you want it that bad". his head moved under your grip in a harsh shake that surely gave him some whiplash.

"no no no— please i need you— i need it need it so bad want it hard" he cries. your hips move forward slowly as the tip breaches deeper into him, "no complaints" you remind, stopping his tears with quickness. pushing fully in you watch as the silicone disappears inside him and with no time for adjustments you began to fuck him like he begged for. his body gave all the reaction you needed, head getting thrown back, the curve in his back returning, and the wobble of his knees. the sound of your hips meeting his rear bounced off the walls along with the sweet sounds of his moans

[angelicchris]

respectfully, i think about you sexually

[chrepsi]

who’s the cute guy with the wide blue eyes and the big bad mmm like ??

[cayleeuhithinknott]

❛ 𝑬𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 404 ❜

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉…matt wants to try something new, and it drives you absolutely insane.

pairing: sweetheart!matt & shy!reader

cw: SMUT, oral (f receiving), face sitting, lowkey matt the munch, use of pet names, praise, fingering, and more!!! i laughed so much writing some of this and it’s not proofread so enjoy !

wc: 2.5k

matt loved eating you out.

in fact, it might be his favorite thing. he enjoyed it much more than receiving head and that says a lot, given that you were pretty talented at that.

but he also thoroughly enjoyed taking his time with you. he loved seeing you get all flustered and shaky with every flick of his tongue or curl of his fingers. he loved how shy you were. he lived for it.

which is why right now, he’s got his head stuffed between your plush thighs at the end of the bed, littering soft kisses across your inner thighs.

“matt…” you mutter whinily, pussy weeping with need. you loved how he always took his time with you, you really did, but it gets unbearable after a certain point. “what is it, sweetness?” matt coos, looking up at you, his icy blue eyes making you throb with need even more.

“please,” you whine softly, scooting down toward his face a little more. your face flushes in embarrassment as he glances up at you again, his teeth sinking into the flesh on your inner thigh. “i can’t—can’t wait anymore, i—please.” you sputter, covering your face with your hands.

matt chuckles softly, reaching up and pulling your delicately manicured hands away from your face, interlocking his fingers with yours and resting them on your stomach. “okay, okay, baby,” he goes back down to your glistening pussy, keeping his hands interlocked with yours.

he teasingly dips his tongue into your hole, eliciting a whimper from your swollen lips before he licks a tantalizingly slow stripe up your slit and back down again.

he pushes his tongue into you, his nose euphorically rubbing against your clit. you let out a breathy moan, arching your back off the bed. matt lets out a guttural noise into your pussy, the vibrations making you squirm.

he laps at you relentlessly, as if it were his only tether to life. you squeeze his hand, pressing your eyes shut tightly as your jaw falls slack. you peel your eyes open momentarily, glancing down at matt, seeing him lost in a state of absolute bliss.

“you taste so fucking good, sweetheart.” matt gruffly moans, releasing one of his hands from yours bringing it down to your pussy. he uses his fingers to spread your folds, latching his lips onto your clit, sucking on it fervently. a string of high-pitched moans fall from your mouth as you squeeze his hand even harder, practically threatening to break his bones.

his slender fingers prod at your entrance, gathering up a mix of your arousal and his saliva. matt grinds himself into the mattress as he devours you, but he finds more pleasure in the movements of his mouth than the movements of his hips against the bed.

matt pulls back slightly, admiring the glistening sight before him. he slides his two middle fingers in with an embarrassing level of ease—you were absolutely drenched. “so, so wet f’me, sweetness.” he mumbles sweetly, admiring the way his fingers pump in and out of you agonizingly slow.

your mouth falls open, glossy eyes rolling back into your skull as he continues his movements. matt lets a breathy chuckle vibrate against your thigh as he leans in and presses a kiss to your folds before delving in again. you use your free hand to cover your flushed face, moaning against it.

you fight the urge to crush his head between your thighs, trying your hardest to keep your legs open. matt is sloppy and slow with the languid movements of his tongue and fingers. your stomach practically drops to your toes as he curls his digits inside you, hitting that one spongy spot, and you let out a strangled whine.

“such beautiful noises, baby,” matt praises, loving the way your clenching around his fingers already. your sounds were music to matt’s ears—like a lullaby in a way. but matt feels like it isn’t enough. he’s not getting a deep enough taste. not drowning in your pussy like he’d want to be.

he slowly pulls his fingers out of you, sucking them clean and sitting up. you whine at the immediate loss of the euphoric feelings, opening your eyes to look up at him. you prop yourself up on your elbows. “wh-why’d you stop?”

matt moves up to where you’re laying on the bed and cups your deeply flushed face in his hands. “i’ve got a question to ask you, darling,” he says cautiously, deeply afraid of making you too uncomfortable. he obviously knew you were a very bashful girl, and as much as he desperately wanted what he was about to ask you for, he wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it.

“oh, uhm—okay.”

matt brings his hands down to your bare thighs, squeezing them gently. “you trust me, right, sweet girl?” he asks in that low, velvety tone. you nod, clearly confused as to where this was going. “and you know i’d never force you into doing anything you’re really uncomfortable doing?” he asks another question, and once again, you nod. okay, now you were getting kind of nervous.

“baby, i want you to sit on my face.”

oh. oh!!! haha! wow!

that’s definitely new. your inner dialogue starts going absolutely nuts.

what if you like—suffocate him? what if you crush him? what if he doesn’t like it? oh my god. he actually just said that. out loud. with his whole chest. is he serious? he can’t be serious. he’s serious.

matt searches your slightly panicked face for any sign of him getting a response any time soon. yeah, he doesn’t find any of those signs. you were just in a state of pure nirvana 2 minutes ago and now your panicking and nervous and excited, and—wait. excited.

your mind is still going haywire. your face is literally on fire. is this what spontaneous combustion feels like? what if you look stupid? what if you do it wrong? can you even do this wrong?

he’s waiting. he’s still waiting. oh so patient. say something, dummy!

his hands are on your hips. his hands are on your hips!!! oh god.

this is matt. your sweetheart, matt. the man who carries you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch. the man who kisses your forehead and tells you to be careful. and he wants you to—nope. brain shutting down. blue screen of death. error 404.

“well—and what if—uhm, well—are you sure…? i-i don’t know i can, i don’t wanna like…suffocate you.” you stammer nervously, glancing down at your fidgety hands.

matt tilts his head slightly, giving your hips a squeeze. “you’re not gonna suffocate me, silly girl,” matt reassures softly, a delicately reassuring smile on his face. god, his gorgeous ass face. “i just wanna try somethin’ new. if you really, really don’t want to then we don’t have to, okay? just say the word.”

but that’s the problem. you don’t actually know if you really, really don’t want to. okay, think. what if you just try? just once? for him? he looks so patient, like he’d never rush you. and you know he wouldn’t. he’d never let you feel anything less than safe around him.

matt speaks again, and it’s clear he’s eager for you to agree. “baby, let me take care of you. you just gotta sit there, yeah? i promise i’ll make you feel so good. let me worship you, sweetheart.”

and god, his words are like honey and arsenic all at the same time. you wished he could drink his words up so he could taste how painfully sweet they were.

oh god, okay. you actually want to do it. deep breath. okay. just…trust him.

“o-okay. okay, i-i’ll do it..” you stumble over your words, your face flamingly red. matt’s ice blue orbs light up. “yeah?” he asks in confirmation.

“yeah.” you confirm.

oh boy.

matt leans in to softly press a kiss to your tender lips. “gonna make you feel so amazing, pretty girl.”

fucking hell. you practically melt right there, like a damn snowman into a puddle. his sweetness is so intoxicating that you almost forget you’re nervous.

matt lays down on the pillows and gestures for you to hover above him. with reluctant and shaky hands, you steady yourself on his chest and swing your other leg over him so you’re straddling his chest. you move up to hover above his face, and you swear you catch a glimpse of a smirk on his face as he locks his arms around your plush thighs, yanking you down onto his face, making you let out a squeak.

his warm breath caressed your folds, and the sensation was electric, sending little jolts of pleasure through your body—head to toe. you couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper, a sound of pure delight.

matt’s tongue began it’s exploration, starting with gentle strokes along your outer lips. his movements were slow and deliberate, teasing you with each flick and swirl. his hands move from your thighs to your ass, kneading it softly, eliciting a little gasp from you.

“taste so fucking sweet, baby.” matt groans into your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure one after another through your body, head to toe. “love this pussy so much, sweetheart—could eat it all day,” his explicit words sent a wave of heat through your core, and you subconsciously grinded your hips slightly, seeking more of that sweet attention. you felt so shy but you also felt so into it.

matt responds to your subconscious movements by increasing the pace of his tongue, flicking it against you with precision. he migrates to your clit, that puffy bundle of nerves, and lavishes it with attention, sending sparks of electricity flowing through you.

“o-oh, matt! f-feels—mmph—“ you whimper, digging your nails into his shoulders. matt darkly chuckles against your wetness, “feels good, doesn’t it, sweetness?” and you frantically nod your head, eyes squeezed closed and mouth hung open. your thighs trembled on either side of his head, and you roll your hips against his face.

little did you know, matt had stolen at least 15 glances up at your blissed-out face since he started.

matt’s hands slid from your ass to your shaky thighs, momentarily massaging your flesh before slithering his hands up to your pussy, parting your lips to gain more precise access. as his tongue continued it’s relentless assault on your swollen clit, his fingers joined the dance, sliding into your wetness with ease. the dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, and your body was trembling on the edge of ecstasy.

“sh-shit matt, i—oh—don’t stop pl-please don’t—don’t stop!” you babble, your nails carving little red crescents into his pasty skin. your words only motivate matt more, as he devours your pussy like a man starved.

matt’s fingers curled inside you, pressing against that sweet spot deep within, which sent you spiraling toward the precipice of pleasure. his tongue quickened it’s pace, and you felt yourself losing control.

“cum for me, sweetness, c’mon baby,” matt groans into your pussy, and his words were the final push you needed. with a final, desperate grind against his face, you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. your body trembled and strangled, whiny moans fell from your lips as tidal waves of bliss crashed over you, your voice echoing throughout the bedroom.

matt continued his sweet ministrations, drawing out your orgasm until you were left spent. with one last deliberate lick, matt pulls away from your puffy pussy. you take that as a signal to slowly lift yourself off his face, legs trembling. matt gripped your hips to help you off and sat you down next to him. his stubble was coated with your slick and whatever of your cum he didn’t lap up.

“uhm…i—that was really, really, uhm, amazing.” you fall face first over your words, your cheeks immediately flushing. how could you have been so shameless in the moment, grinding on his face like there was no tomorrow, but now you’re sitting here stammering and blushing like an absolute mess?

matt chuckles softly, placing a hand on your shaky thigh and kneading the flesh. “i’m glad you enjoyed it, sweet girl. thank you for letting me do that, i enjoyed it too.”

and that’s when the realization kicks into your mind, and your brain starts going haywire again.

oh my god. oh my god. that actually just happened. you actually just did that. and he actually just thanked you. what are you even supposed to say to that? ‘you’re welcome’?? no, absolutely not. your brain is short-circuiting, your legs feel like jelly, and you’re pretty sure you forgot how to breathe somewhere in the middle of all this.

he’s still touching you, his hand warm and steady on your thigh, like he knows you’re shaking and is trying to ground you. but that just makes it worse because now all you can think about is why you’re shaking and why your brain feels like mush and why you’re still lying here like an idiot, unable to form a single coherent thought.

oh god, he’s still looking at you. waiting for you to say something. why is it that literally every other time he’s ever talked to you, you’ve never reacted like this? why is right now different? what if he can tell you’re spiraling? what if he thinks you regret it? you should say something. something casual. something normal. something—

wait. did he just call you sweet girl?

no, because that’s actually so unfair. he cannot just say things like that and expect you to function properly. he’s already ruined you enough for the night, does he really have to go and do that too? yeah, you’re definitely back to your normal self. shy and overthinking.

you swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your heart is pounding and the fact that you probably look insane right now. after all that overthinking, the best you can manage is a quiet, breathless, “i…um. i’m glad you enjoyed it too.”

your face burns instantly. you want to disappear. that was not normal or casual at all.

matt smiles. smiles. like that’s the stupid answer he was hoping for, like you’re not currently spiraling into the next dimension. he tilts his head, eyes flickering across your face before he lets out the smallest laugh.

“yeah?” his voice is all gentle teasing now, warm and slow, a little bit smug. “you sure about that, sweet girl? ‘cause you’re lookin’ real overwhelmed right now.”

your face somehow gets even hotter. “i—i’m just processing!”

“processing,” he echoes, clearly entertained. his hand moves, tracing slow, mindless circles into your skin, and it’s like he’s testing you, seeing if you’ll squirm. (you do.) “should i be worried about what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

you shake your head quickly, but that only makes him more playfully suspicious. “no—i—nothing! i’m fine!”

matt just raises a brow, completely unconvinced. but instead of pressing, he leans down and presses a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. it’s so tender that your chest aches.

“mm. if you say so,” he murmurs against your skin. then, softer, “c’mere.”

before you can react, he’s already pulling you into him, shifting you until you’re tucked against his chest. his hand finds your back, rubbing slow, soothing circles there, and it melts you instantly. you might as well be a snowflake that just fell onto a hot fucking grill. you breathe him in, warm and steady and safe, and feel all the leftover nerves drain from your body.

he presses another kiss to your hair, voice low and impossibly fond. “you did so good for me, pretty girl.”

your entire soul combusts.

you bury your face in his chest, gripping onto him like he’s the only thing tethering you to the earth. “you can’t just say things like that,” you mumble, muffled against his skin.

matt chuckles, all rich and smug, because he absolutely can.

and he’ll never stop.

a/n: hi…my first smut in like a month HELP. also this is so much better compared to my fuckass cringy smut that i already have posted on here like 😐 it actually hurts. also i laughed so much writing maple’s inner dialogue😭 anyway i love sweetheart!matt he’s sexy.

tags: @sturniolo04 @admeliora94 @alexturnersgooch @strnilolover @snuffbut @frattboychris @marrykisskilled @mqttittude @purpledragon222 @aubsloveschris @slctsblogana @emely9274 @oliviasthatgirl @conspiracy-ash @matthewsroses @pasteldreams

[ch0llies]

REVIVAL | CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO 

A story in which a messy breakup lands you in your best friend's Boston apartment a year after high school, and you find yourself face-to-face again with Christopher Sturniolo-your first love. As your paths cross again, the bitterness of how you left him still lingers, fueling every hated glance. But with your best friend dating his brother, you know is there's no escaping Chris- or the tension that refuses to die. Is this revival destined to reignite, or will it crumble under the weight of your unresolved past?

story warning: this story includes very toxic and abusive behavior. none of the actions or words in this series are justified and are written exclusively for entertainment purposes only. under no circumstances are they personally associated with chris other than just using him as the main character. read at your own discretion. now that that is cleared up, there will be filthy smut, angst, swearing, underage drinking, underage drug use, abusive behavior, morally skewed choices, toxic relationships, and overall mature themes. if any of this upsets you... don't read!

word count: 6k

CHAPTER EIGHT:

The next morning, sunlight filtered through your blinds, casting a warm glow over your room. You blinked slowly, your body still heavy with sleep, your mind groggy from the events of the night before.

Nothing really happened.

Chris had followed you upstairs like he owned the place, stripped down to his boxers, and crawled into bed beside you like it was normal. And despite everything -despite all the fighting, the manipulation, the pure toxicity- you had let him.

You had let him wrap an arm around your waist, let him press his body against yours, let him bury his face in the crook of your neck while you lay there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore how right it felt.

You had let him win.

But that was last night. And now-

You shifted slightly, your body stiff from sleeping in the same position for hours. Chris’s arm was still draped over your chest, his grip lazy but there, like even in sleep, he needed to hold onto you.

You carefully peeled his hand off of you, shifting out from under him. He grumbled something in his sleep but didn’t wake, his fingers twitching slightly before curling back into the sheets.

You exhaled, rubbing your face as you slid out of bed, grabbed a hoodie from your chair, and tiptoed out of your room.

You walked downstairs, still feeling the weight of last night pressing into your chest. Your limbs felt heavy, your mind clouded with exhaustion, confusion, and the lingering presence of Chris still in your bed upstairs.

As soon as you stepped into the kitchen, Ava’s eyes flicked up to you. She didn’t say anything at first- just looked at you, scanning your face, your posture, like she was reading you.

Then, she turned to Matt, who was leaning against the counter, sipping from a coffee mug like it was just another normal morning.

“Go upstairs,” she said, her voice calm but firm.

Matt raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. “You sure?”

“Go,” Ava repeated, not taking her eyes off you.

Matt exhaled, running a hand through his hair before setting his coffee down and heading toward the stairs. He didn’t argue, didn’t press, just gave you a knowing look before disappearing upstairs.

The second he was gone, Ava crossed her arms, her expression unreadable.

“So,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “You wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?”

You sighed, rubbing a hand down your face as you leaned against the counter, trying to gather your thoughts. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

Ava’s expression didn’t change. She just raised an eyebrow, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “Really?” she said flatly. “Because it seems like it’s worse behind closed doors, judging by the fact that you think yesterday was tame.”

Your stomach twisted, but you forced yourself to stay calm. “Ava, come on. It wasn’t-”

“Wasn’t what, Y/N?” she snapped, taking a step closer. “Wasn’t insane? Wasn’t toxic as fuck? Wasn’t one of the worst things I’ve ever fucking witnessed? And I’m just gonna pretend like I didn’t see the bandage on his knuckles and pretend it’s not exactly what I think it is.”

“No. It’s not. I promise.” You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “It wasn’t like that.”

Ava scoffed, shaking her head right back at you. “It wasn’t like that?” she repeated, her voice laced with disbelief. “So, what, I just imagined Chris dragging you out of the fucking apartment and pulling out of the lot like a fucking lunatic? And let me guess, I hallucinated the fact that you chose him over Matt when he grabbed you last night?”

You clenched your jaw. “I didn’t choose him.”

“You did, Y/N,” Ava said, her voice sharper now, her hands gesturing wildly. “You fucking did. He had his hands on you, and Matt hit him, and you- ” She let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking her head. “You ran to Chris.”

You swallowed hard, your chest aching under the weight of her words. “I was shocked-”

“No, you weren’t,” Ava cut in, her voice almost pained now. “You were conditioned.”

Your breath hitched. “That’s not-”

“That’s exactly what it is,” she snapped. “You’re standing here, right now, trying to fucking justify him, trying to explain him. And you don’t even realize how fucked up that is.”

“I’m not justifying him,” you shot back, your voice rising. “I’m just trying to explain-”

“Explain what?!” Ava yelled, throwing her arms up. “That he has some redeeming qualities? That you see something in him? That maybe he’s just damaged or complicated or not as bad as people think?”

You blinked at her, your throat closing up.

She shook her head, taking another step forward. “Because I don’t give a fuck, Y/N. I don’t care what version of him you think you see. I don’t care what he was in high school or what he says when you’re alone. I don’t care how good he makes you feel sometimes-”

You flinched.

Ava caught it.

Her lips pressed into a thin line. “Because that’s what he’s doing, right?” she said, her voice quieter now, almost dangerous. “He gets you high, and then he rips you apart. And you just keep coming back.”

You turned your face away, your stomach twisting violently.

Ava exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I love you, Y/N,” she said, her voice raw. “But I’m not gonna stand here and watch you let that piece of shit sink his claws into you.”

Your hands clenched at your sides, your nails digging into your palms. “You don’t understand-”

“I understand perfectly,” Ava said, cutting you off again. “I understand that he knows exactly what he’s doing. I understand that he’s testing you, breaking you down so he can build you back up the way he wants.”

Your stomach churned, your chest feeling tight, suffocating.

Ava stepped back, exhaling as she looked at you, her face unreadable now. “And as much as it sucks, I understand that you’re gonna have to figure that out for yourself.”

You blinked, your throat tightening as she turned away from you, her jaw set, her body tense.

You took a deep breath, your chest still tight from the weight of her words, from the truth she was throwing at you like knives. But you couldn’t let this spiral out of control. You had to make her understand- at least a little.

“Ava,” you said, your voice softer now, less defensive. “This is just how we are.”

Ava scoffed, shaking her head. “That’s not how you were in high school.”

“Exactly.” You took a step closer, trying to find the right words. “We’re not in high school anymore. Things are different now. We’re different now.”

Ava’s jaw clenched, her arms still crossed tight over her chest.

“This is just… how it’s been the past couple of months,” you continued, carefully, making sure your tone didn’t waver. “And I promise you- it’s not as bad as it looks. I swear to you. We just… are like this.”

Ava’s eyes narrowed, but you could tell she was listening.

You swallowed hard, pressing your luck. “He’s still hurt about what I did in high school.”

At that, Ava’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my God,” she said, exasperated. “There’s no way he’s still caught up on that.”

You bit your lip, shifting under her stare. “I mean… it’s not crazy, right? I just left, Ava. I didn’t even say goodbye. I can’t blame him for holding onto it.”

Ava ran a hand through her hair, letting out a deep, exhausted sigh. “I love Chris,” she said, her voice firm. “He’s my boyfriend’s brother, and if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have met Matt. But Y/N-”

She turned to face you fully, her expression serious.

“If you ever, even for a second, hesitate to say something to him or do something because you’re scared of how he’ll react-” she took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto yours, “-that’s abuse. That’s manipulation.”

Your stomach flipped.

Ava stepped closer, lowering her voice slightly. “And I know because I grew up with it. My parents were the same way. The push and pull. The highs and lows. The feeling like you can’t leave because this time he means it. This time he’s gonna change.”

Your throat felt like it was closing.

“That’s how I recognized it so fast,” she murmured, her gaze searching yours. “Because I’ve seen it before. And it fucking terrifies me to see that in you and him.”

You clenched your jaw, your body screaming at you to say something, to argue, to deny it-

But you couldn’t. Because, for the first time, you weren’t sure if she was wrong.

Ava exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair before glancing toward the stairs. “I’m gonna talk to Chris.”

Your stomach tightened. “Ava-”

“Not threatening,” she cut in, already walking toward the steps. “Just talking.” She turned back to you, her eyes steady. “Is he up in your room?”

You swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah.”

Ava didn’t say anything else. She just turned and made her way upstairs, her footsteps disappearing into the hallway as Matt descended down the stairs and sat next you to, throwing on a random show.

About an hour later, you were still sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV, your mind too cluttered to focus on whatever was playing.

Then, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs pulled you from your daze. Ava emerged from the hallway, her expression unreadable as she walked into the kitchen. She didn’t even look at you at first- just grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and took a slow sip before turning to Matt.

“Take him home,” she said simply, her voice steady, firm.

Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair before standing. “You sure?”

Ava shot him a look, her jaw set. “Yes.”

Matt didn’t argue. He just nodded, stretching his arms before heading upstairs. You could hear some muffled conversation- Matt probably waking Chris up, telling him to get his ass up- but you didn’t move. You just sat there, your fingers tangled in the fabric of your hoodie, waiting.

Eventually, the front door opened, then closed, and the apartment fell silent.

You exhaled sharply, rubbing your hands over your face before looking at Ava. “What did you say to him?”

Ava didn’t answer right away. She just leaned against the counter, arms crossed, looking at you like she was thinking about it. Then, finally, she sighed.

“I told him he needs to stop.”

You swallowed hard. “And?”

“And,” she continued, her voice a little sharper now, “that I know the kind of people both of you are. And yeah, you love each other, and yeah, you hurt each other, but if you do love each other, you need to figure out how to work through that shit. Together. Because if either of you think for one second that I’m gonna sit back and watch you two kill each other the way you’re going right now?” She shook her head, her eyes dark. “You’re fucking wrong. I will make sure you two crash and burn from my wrath before you do it to each other.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sheer weight of her words.

She exhaled sharply, rubbing her temple. “I told him he’s better than this. That he knows you didn’t mean it like that when you left in high school. And I told him that if he ever- ” she paused, looking at you carefully, “-if he ever puts his hands on you again like that, I will make sure he regrets it.”

Your throat tightened, something heavy settling in your chest. You weren’t sure what you had expected her to say, but this- this was different. She wasn’t just mad at Chris. She was disappointed. She was looking at the both of you and seeing what you refused to.

You swallowed, your voice barely above a whisper. “What did he say?”

Ava’s lips pressed into a tight line. “He didn’t say shit. Just sat there and listened.”

You frowned, shifting slightly. “That’s it?”

“That’s it,” she confirmed. “Because for once in his fucking life, he needed to hear it.”

Your head fell back against the couch, your mind racing.

Chris had listened.

Not argued. Not fought back.

He had listened.

And that? That scared you more than anything.

Ava cleared her throat and got more comfortable on the couch next to you, exhaling dramatically as she stretched her legs out and moved on to the next topic of conversation. “Okay, so you know how the boys have been blowing up on YouTube lately?” she said, shaking her head. “Like, they’re already at 40k followers, and I’ve gained, like, 5,000 followers in the past week and a half just from being tagged in their shit.”

You sighed, rubbing your temple. “Yeah, it’s overwhelming. Crazy, honestly. They’re actually getting famous.”

“I know,” Ava said, wide-eyed. “And at first, I was like, ‘oh, cute, Matt and the boys are getting attention, whatever.’” She sat up straighter, looking at you seriously. “But then, earlier today, Matt and I were going through his Instagram reels, just scrolling, and a notification popped up- a DM request.”

Your stomach dropped. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes,” she said, scoffing. “It was from some random bitch saying, and I quote, ‘Hey baby, saw you and wanted a taste of that. Why don’t you pull up and get some?’”

Your mouth fell open. “You’re fucking lying.”

“I wish I was,” Ava groaned, running a hand through her hair. “I looked at him like, ‘who the fuck is that?’ and you know what Matt said?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Lemme guess- ‘I don’t know.’”

Ava pointed at you. “Exactly!” She threw her hands up. “And of course, I freaked out-”

You smirked, cutting her off. “Oh yeah, I’m sure you handled that super well.”

“Oh, amazing,” Ava said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “And obviously, I unlocked his phone right then and there, and I went through all his DMs.”

You snorted. “Of course you did.”

“And let me tell you, Y/N,” she said, leaning in. “There were so many bitches. So many desperate, thirsty, slutty whores in his messages just dying for a chance to breathe the same air as him. It was sickening.”

You let out a low whistle. “Damn.”

“I know Matt’s heart is mine,” Ava continued, her eyes narrowing. “I know he wouldn’t even turn his head for one of those HOOKERS, but still. It makes me so fucking mad seeing other people thirsting over what isn’t theirs. Like, am I crazy for that?”

You shook your head. “Not at all.”

She sighed, crossing her arms. “Good, because I was starting to feel insane. Like, am I delusional for getting mad over something that isn’t even his fault?”

“No, because I literally just went through something similar,” you admitted, shifting on the couch. “Me and Chris were driving the other day-”

Ava’s head snapped toward you so fast you thought she’d give herself whiplash. “The other day?” she repeated, her voice flat. “As in yesterday?”

You hesitated. “…Yeah.”

She scoffed, her jaw tightening, but she just cleared her throat and motioned for you to continue.

“Anyway,” you said, shifting uncomfortably, “we were driving, and I went on his phone -actually, to block your location for you, ironically enough- and I saw the amount of whores in his comments, DMs, and messages, and it was fucking sickening.”

Ava exhaled sharply. “I bet.”

“No, like, you don’t understand,” you said, shaking your head. “And you know what the worst part was?”

Ava narrowed her eyes, leaning in slightly. “Oh God, I can’t even imagine- but knowing him now?” She paused, letting out a small laugh. “Actually, I can.”

“Yeah, well, whatever you’re thinking, multiply it by ten,” you muttered. “He was sending the most rancid, vulgar, disgusting messages and pictures and voice memos- just entertaining these women, fully indulging them. And half of them were fans.”

Ava’s mouth dropped open. “That is so fucking sick.”

“Right?” you said, throwing your hands up. “And you know what pisses me off the most?”

Ava raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“The fact that he literally dragged me out of a fucking party just because I kissed another guy and he thinks it’s ok to act like that… like what?”

Ava let out the loudest scoff. “EXACTLY!” She gestured wildly, her expression pure disbelief. “So he gets to act like your body is his property but he’s out here entertaining every single bitch who throws herself at him? The audacity!”

You flailed your arms, your frustration boiling over. “WHAT GIVES HIM THE RIGHT?!”

“He’s a man,” Ava deadpanned. “And he’s a whore.”

You let out a frustrated groan, falling back against the couch. “It’s so fucking unfair.”

Ava nodded, pursing her lips. “It’s disgusting. He’s disgusting. But, like, also… what kind of girls are we talking about? Are they even cute?”

You scoffed. “No, that’s the craziest part! Like, it’s not even like they’re hot! It’s just thirsty, desperate, ugly bitches trying so hard.”

Ava laughed, shaking her head. “Oh my God, that makes it even worse.”

“I know!” you groaned. “Like, at least if I’m getting cheated on, let it be by someone who makes sense!”

Ava rolled her eyes. “He’s so fucking typical. Like, of course, he’s the kind of guy to let his ego get stroked by some nobodies in his DMs. They’re probably like, ‘oh my God, Chris, I love your videos, please step on me,’ and he’s eating that shit up.”

You let out a laugh, despite yourself. “Exactly!”

Ava leaned back, sipping from her water bottle. “You need to start cheating back.”

You snorted. “I literally haven’t even been dating him. We just like sleep together, I guess.”

Ava’s eyes lit up. “Sex. Details. Now.”

Later that night you were curled up on the couch with Ava and Matt, a casual movie playing in the background while the three of you sipped on drinks. It was one of those rare, normal nights- one where things felt easy, where you weren’t caught up in the constant whirlwind that had become your life with Chris.

That was, until your phone buzzed in your lap.

You glanced down and saw his name on your screen.

chris: wyd baby

You stared at it for a second, your stomach doing something- whether it was irritation or excitement, you weren’t sure.

You nudged Ava with your elbow, tilting your screen toward her. She barely glanced at it before rolling her eyes and taking another sip of her drink. “Of course,” she muttered.

You hesitated, biting your lip. “…Can I invite him over?”

Ava sighed, setting her drink down before looking at you properly. “Fine,” she said, but then she pointed at you. “Tell him this is his redemption arc.”

You smirked, typing out exactly that.

you: Ava said this is your redemption arc. Don’t fuck it up.

Chris responded almost immediately.

chris: lol ok baby, need me to pick anything up on the way?

You turned to Ava, holding your phone out to her. “You answer.”

Ava’s lips curled into a smirk as she snatched your phone and started typing. You leaned over, watching as she wrote:

you: Yeah. Bring an apology, some humility, and a six-pack.

You snorted as she handed the phone back to you. A second later, Chris responded.

chris: well hi ava. idk about the first two but I got you on the beer ;)

You shook your head, locking your phone and exhaling. “He’s on his way.”

Ava just hummed, picking up her drink again. “Let’s see if he can actually behave himself.”

Matt just chuckled. “Doubt it.”

About forty minutes later, a knock sounded at the door.

You stood up, smoothing your oversized sweats and his red boxers poking through the top -the exact ones Chris had definitely left in your room a few weeks ago- and padded over to open it.

Chris stood there, wearing that outfit. The one he knew you loved. Hood up, vest layered over, camo pants slung low on his hips, and those ridiculous puffy ass moon boots. He looked good, and he knew it.

His eyes scanned you as soon as you pulled the door open.

And then, without a single greeting, he reached out and ran his hands over your body, his fingers skating along your waist, dipping slightly under the hem of your cropped tank top. “You look so good baby,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly.

You rolled your eyes, but your stomach flipped. “Thanks.”

His fingers toyed with the waistband of your boxers, smirking when he tugged them slightly. “Are these… my boxers? And my sweatpants?”

You smirked, not giving him an answer. “Did you bring the beer?”

Chris clicked his tongue, his hands still resting on your hips. “Of course. But I think I deserve an answer first.”

“You deserve nothing,” you shot back, taking the six-pack from his other hand and stepping aside to let him in.

He chuckled, stepping past you, his fingers lingering against your hip as he did. “We’ll see about that.”

Matt stood up from the couch, a knowing smirk on his face as he walked over. “Look who decided to show his humble ass up,” he said, holding out a hand.

Chris just laughed, shaking his head before dapping Matt up. “You already know, man.”

Matt clapped a hand on his shoulder before stepping back, watching as Chris turned to Ava.

Chris sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, Ava, I was a dick to her.” He gestures to you. “I’m sorry. Forgive me.”

Ava, still sitting on the couch, crossed her arms and stared at him. She didn’t say anything, just let the silence drag out long enough that even you felt awkward.

Chris, to his credit, didn’t back down. He held her gaze, his expression unusually genuine. “Seriously.”

Ava exhaled sharply, then finally stood up, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around him in a very slow, very reluctant hug.

Chris hugged her back immediately, squeezing her slightly before she could even think about pulling away.

She sighed against his shoulder. “Get me a beer.”

Chris laughed, pulling back with a smirk. “Yes, ma’am.”

Matt snickered, already grabbing one out of the six-pack as Chris flopped onto the couch like he lived there.

“You’re still on thin ice, though,” Ava added, cracking the can open. “So don’t get too comfortable.”

Chris just grinned, stretching his arms over the back of the couch. “Oh, I never get comfortable around you, Ava.”

Ava took a sip of her beer, nodding. “Good.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting back down next to him. “You deserve it.”

Chris smirked, turning his head slightly to look at you. “I deserve a lot of things, baby.”

You scoffed. “Not from me.”

“Not yet,” he corrected, leaning in slightly, just enough that his breath brushed your ear. “But I’ll earn it.”

Ava groaned. “Oh my God, get a fucking room.”

Chris just smirked, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “Nah, I like it here.”

“So,” Ava started, glancing at you before turning to Matt. “We actually did something productive today.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “That’s shocking.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging Ava. “Tell him.”

Ava smirked, sitting up straighter. “We applied for some last-minute college scholarships for the fall.”

Matt blinked, his eyebrows shooting up. “Wait, what?”

You shrugged. “There was an extension deadline for students who took gap years or deferred their acceptances. Apparently, some schools keep applications open for select scholarships in August for people who are late as hell like us.”

Matt grinned, his eyes lighting up. “No way.”

Ava beamed. “Way.”

Matt reached over and pulled her into a tight hug, squeezing her so hard she squealed. “I knew my girl was a genius,” he said proudly, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “And you,” he said, pointing at you. “I told you this would be the year you got your shit together.”

You scoffed, taking a sip of your drink. “Relax, we just applied. It’s not like we got accepted yet.”

“You will,” Matt said firmly. “And even if you don’t, I’m proud of you for even trying.”

Chris, however, hadn’t said a word.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing the way his jaw was slightly clenched, his fingers tapping absentmindedly against the back of the couch. His eyes were on you, intense in a way that made your stomach tighten.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Chris tilted his head slightly. “Where?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“Where are you applying?” he clarified, his voice calm, but there was something off about it.

You exchanged a glance with Ava before answering. “A couple schools around here, obviously,” you said. “But, like… we also sent some apps out of state. Just to see.”

Chris’s fingers stopped tapping.

Matt nodded approvingly. “That’s smart.”

Chris’s eyes didn’t leave yours. “Would you still live here?”

You hesitated. “I mean… it depends.”

Chris frowned. “Depends on what?”

Ava huffed. “On where we get in, duh.”

Chris ignored her. “So you don’t know where you’ll be in a month?”

You exhaled, setting your drink down. “Chris, it’s not that deep.”

He just stared at you for a second, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Then, in a voice that was a little too casual, he muttered, “I don’t like it.”

Ava let out a dramatic groan, throwing her head back. “Oh my God, Christopher.”

Chris ignored her, leaning in closer to you. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

You scoffed. “Because it’s my life?”

Chris’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip, his jaw tensing slightly. “And if you leave?”

You raised an eyebrow. “If I leave, then I leave.”

Chris’s hand twitched, like he wanted to grab you, like he needed you to stay still, but he didn’t move.

Matt let out a breath, clearly trying to keep the mood from shifting. “Bro, they’re not shipping off tomorrow. They’re just applying.”

Chris ignored him, his eyes still locked onto yours. “Are you gonna go?”

You swallowed. “I don’t know yet.”

Chris exhaled, leaning back slightly, but his fingers curled against the couch like he was restraining himself.

Ava rolled her eyes. “Dude, relax.”

Chris didn’t answer.

He just looked at you, really looked at you, and you could tell this was not a conversation that was over.

Chris didn’t say much after that, but his body language spoke volumes.

One second, you were sitting next to him, and the next, he was pulling you onto his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. His arms wrapped securely around your waist, fingers slipping under the hem of your tank, his fingers warm on your waist.

You gave him a look, raising an eyebrow, but he just smirked, chin resting against your shoulder like he belonged there. “What?” he murmured, low enough that only you could hear. “You were getting too far.”

Ava was already deep in her rant, gesturing wildly with her beer in hand while Matt listened with way too much enthusiasm.

“So you know Sav, right?” Ava started, her voice already filled with rage.

You smirked. “Oh, this is about to be good.”

Matt leaned forward, already annoyed. “Wait- Sav as in your Sav?”

Ava groaned. “Not my Sav anymore.”

Chris chuckled against your shoulder, his fingers moving just slightly further up.

Ava sighed dramatically. “So tell me why this bitch keeps trying to get with Gabe?”

You blinked. “Gabe? As in, your ex?”

Ava nodded aggressively. “YES. My ex. The one I broke up with sophomore year before Matt who I dated through all of middle school. The one she swore up and down was ‘so gross’ and ‘not even cute.’ The one she literally helped me get over?”

Matt’s jaw dropped. “Oh, that’s so dirty.”

Chris hummed, his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear as he replied to Ava. “You gonna let that slide?”

She huffed, taking another sip of her drink. “I wasn’t gonna say shit, but then I saw the messages.”

You gasped. “Wait, she actually texted him?”

Ava whipped her phone out, scrolling furiously. “Hold on, I screenshotted it because I knew you’d need proof.”

“I love receipts.” Matt scooted closer to her, their faces cheek to cheek as Ava scrolled through her camera roll to find the photos.

She held the screen out, and sure enough- paragraphs of desperate texts from Sav filled the screen.

sav: gabe, I know this is probably weird, but like… I feel like we never really got to know each other the way we should’ve. And I know you were Ava’s but like… people move on, right? It’s been four years.

You gagged. “NOT ‘you were Ava’s’….”

Matt winced. “Yeah that’s fucked.”

Ava nodded furiously. “RIGHT? Like, ‘you were Ava’s’??? Like I’m fucking dead?!”

Chris just laughed, his hand tightening around your waist. You felt his fingertips brush your bare stomach, and you had to force yourself not to react.

Matt shook his head. “Didn’t you tell me she said he was built like a divorced middle school gym teacher? And now she wants him?”

Ava snorted, shaking her head. “Right? Like, at least stick to the hate.”

Chris hummed. “So what’d he say?”

Ava grinned. “Oh, he dubbed the shit out of her.”

She scrolled and showed the next message.

Gabe: LMAO nah I’m good

Chris wheezed into your shoulder.

Matt laughed. “Damn right.”

You clutched Ava’s arm. “Oh my God, you won.”

Ava beamed, taking another sip. “I know. But wait, it gets better.”

Matt’s eyes lit up. Ava nodded, flipping to another screenshot.

Sav: Why are you acting like this? You were never even in love with Ava.

Your mouth dropped open. “SHE SAID THAT?!”

Matt sat up. “Put it on god-”

Ava grinned, showing the next message.

Gabe: Well I wasn’t in love with you either. Now get out my phone.

Chris howled, his grip tightening on you as he laughed.

Matt fell back onto the couch. “Oh my god. I have second hand embarrassment.”

You gasped for air. “She’s never coming back from that.”

Ava smirked. “She better not.”

Chris finally spoke, his voice low against your ear. “If you ever humiliate yourself like that over a guy, I’ll put you down myself.”

You rolled your eyes. “As if I’d ever be that desperate.”

Chris’s fingers trailed even lower, his touch deliberate, teasing the waistband of your sweats. “Mhmm,” he teased. “Only for me, right?”

Ava raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck is going on over there?”

Chris just smirked, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Nothing. Just enjoying the story.”

Matt snorted. “You’re fucking stupid.”

Ava sighed dramatically, finishing her drink. “You know what? I need another beer before I send this bitch a personalized message telling her to never look in my direction again.”

Matt grinned. “And that is why I’m in love with you.”

Chris smirked against your shoulder. “Same.”

You froze for half a second, but before you could even process it, he just leaned back again, grinning like he hadn’t said a damn thing.

You took a long sip of your drink, exhaling before setting it down with a thud. “Okay, but if we’re on the topic of delusional bitches, I need to tell you about Sophie.”

Ava groaned immediately. “Oh God, what now?”

Matt started, grinning. “Wait, is this the one that-?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, rolling your eyes. “The one who swore up and down that I was fat-shaming her because I said we weren’t the same size.”

Chris snorted, his grip tightening around your waist. “What?”

Ava cackled. “Oh my God, yes. You literally just told her your jeans probably wouldn’t fit her, which is just a fact.”

Matt’s eyebrows shot up. “She asked to borrow your jeans?”

You nodded. “Yes! And I nicely said, ‘Oh, I don’t think they’d fit, sorry,’ because, like… they wouldn’t.”

Ava gasped dramatically. “HOW DARE YOU.”

Chris was grinning, shaking his head. “Nah, that’s insane.”

Matt let out a low whistle. “Did she just expect them to fit?”

You threw your hands up. “I guess? I don’t know, but she went around telling everyone that I was a horrible bitch and making fun of her body when I literally just stated the obvious.”

Chris smirked. “Maybe she should try hitting the gym. Then she’d fit into your jeans and stop running her mouth.”

Matt howled with laughter, clapping his hands together. “Nah, that’s so bad-”

“But so true,” Ava added, sipping her drink.

Chris just shrugged, running his hands along your waist again, fingers pressing into your sides. “I mean, if she’s that mad, she could just go buy her own jeans instead of trying to force herself into yours.”

Matt was fully invested now. He always was. The way he got into gossip with you and Ava was so funny. He had been dating Ava for four years, of course he was going to gossip.

“What did she think was gonna happen? Was she just gonna hope for the best?” Matt asked.

Ava rolled her eyes. “She probably thought it was gonna be some kind of Cinderella moment, like the denim would just magically expand to fit her.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I swear, some people just look for reasons to be offended.”

Ava clinked her drink against yours. “And that is why we talk shit.”

Chris chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “See, this is why I like sitting in on these little gossip sessions. Quality entertainment.”

Matt smirked. “Right?.”

Chris grinned. “No matt, you’re one of them too.”

Ava laughed and leaned over to kiss him. “That’s why I love you, Matty.”

Chris’s grip on your waist tightened as he leaned in, his voice nothing but a low murmur against your ear.

“You know,” he whispered, his fingers tracing slow circles against your skin. “You talking like this… all worked up, all mean and shit… really fucking turns me on.”

You smirked, finally turning your head slightly to look at him. “Oh, does it?” you mused, your tone saccharine, teasing. “Should I start talking down to you then? You want me to degrade you, Christopher?”

Chris’s eyes darkened, his smirk widening as his fingers dipped just under the waistband of your boxers.

“Ohhh,” you drawled, your voice dripping with amusement as you try to ignore him moving fingers. “So that’s what you want? You could’ve just asked, baby.”

Chris licked his lips, his gaze flickering over your face before he tilted his head slightly. “Nah,” he admitted, his voice still low. “I just love the fight.”

Your stomach flipped, but you kept your expression neutral. “Yeah?”

Chris nodded slowly, his fingers still teasing against your skin. “Every time you yell at me, it turns me on,” he murmured, his voice almost thoughtful. “Every time I see you angry, it turns me on.”

Your breath hitched, but Chris just grinned, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Makes me wanna start a fight with you,” he continued, his voice dropping even lower, “just to fuck the fight out of you.”

You inhaled sharply, your thighs clenching instinctively, but you recovered fast.

You tilted your head, giving him an innocent look. “Oh, so you admit it then?” you teased, your lips curling. “You like pissing me off.”

Chris smirked, his fingers dragging over your waistline again. “Nah, I love it.”

You hummed, pretending to consider it. “Well, good to know,” you murmured, shifting just slightly in his lap, feeling the way his fingers tightened against you.

Chris exhaled sharply, his grip locking you in place. “You keep moving like that, and I’m gonna ruin you right here, baby.”

You smirked. “Oh, really?”

Chris nodded, his lips barely an inch from yours. “Mmm. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You tilted your head, dragging a single finger down his chest. “I don’t know,” you mused. “You talk such a big game, Christopher. But you never do anything about it.”

Chris’s smirk widened. “Careful, baby. You’re gonna manifest something you can’t handle. Remember last time?”

“No, actually I don’t. Didn’t make it memorable enough I suppose.” You grinned, dragging your fingers up his neck, over his jaw. “Then prove it.”

Chris inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into your waist.

But before he could say anything else, Ava’s voice snapped through the moment.

“What the fuck are you two whispering about?”

Chris just grinned, leaning back against the couch like nothing happened. “Just a little healthy debate.”

Ava squinted. “I don’t believe you.”

Chris stretched dramatically, his fingers pressing firmly into your waist as he sighed. “Well,” he said, glancing at the time on his phone. “It’s late.”

Ava squinted. “It’s literally not.”

Matt nodded. “Yeah, it’s barely midnight.”

Chris ignored them, tightening his grip on you. “We should probably head to bed, huh baby?”

You blinked, caught slightly off guard, but Chris was already standing up, pulling you up with him, keeping you pressed against him.

Ava smirked immediately. “Ohhh, is that right?”

Matt grinned, sipping his drink. “Hate to see ‘em go, love to watch ‘em leave.”

Ava cackled. “You two are so fucking predictable.”

Chris just grinned, his fingers firm on your hip as he started backing toward the stairs, pulling you along with him. “Jealous?”

Ava rolled her eyes. “Yeah, so jealous of the toxic sex marathon you two are about to have.”

You groaned, shoving at Chris’s chest. “Could you at least be subtle about it?”

Chris laughed, spinning you slightly so that his hand rested against the small of your back, his other trailing down your arm. “Oh, so now you wanna pretend?”

Ava smirked. “I’ll give them fifteen minutes before something gets broken.”

Matt huffed a laugh, raising his beer. “I’ll give ‘em ten.”

Chris just grinned, leaning down to press a slow, teasing kiss against your jaw before whispering, “Let’s prove them wrong, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes but let him pull you upstairs anyway.

Because, as much as you hated to admit it- Ava and Matt weren’t wrong.

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[rcklessheavn]

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫 ── ★ ˙🏎️ ̟ !!

f1 driver!matt x influencer!reader au

summary: after influencer!reader is invited to give interviews at the grand prix event, she meets matt and everything changes for both of them.

pt. 1

warning: none

disclaimer: english is NOT my first language

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y/n.y/l i am already in love with you, monaco <3

nicolassturniolo i'm so excited to finally meet you!!

y/n.y/l same king sameee💗💗

tarayummy yessss queen!!! i´m so excited for you!!!

y/n.y/l thx bff!! ily <3

vinniehacker see u soon sis!!

y/n.y/l i still can't believe youre coming... they let anyone in these days🤩

vinniehacker ok rudeeeeee😔😔

y/nfan.user OMG IM SO PROUD OF YOUUUU!!

y/n.y/l couldnt have done it without you guys!!!💐

y/n.sturniolos22 WAIT WHAT IF SHE MEETS MATT!!!!

y/nlovesferrari OH GIRL I JUST KNOW THE VLOG WILL EATTT‼️‼️

sturniolos_fan OMG FINALLY!! SHE MADE IT!!! CANT WAIT FOR THE CONTENT!!!!!

Back to the beginning...

It all started one morning when you were filming a ‘day in the life’ vlog, an audience favorite. Everyone loved seeing how monotone—or exciting—your day could be, depending on your schedule that day. Your specialty was vlogging, mainly showcasing how far from perfect your life actually was, while still expressing how grateful and blessed you felt. And everyone loved you for it.

That filming day, you were being productive: cleaning your apartment, running errands, and answering emails by midday. As you scrolled through your inbox, a red, very familiar logo caught your eye. It had just landed in your inbox. The bright F1 logo made you freeze in your tracks. 

Your whole life, you’d been a fan of Formula 1—blame Cars the movie, and your dad and older brother for waking up early to watch races when it was still strawberry shortcake and breakfast time. You grew up alongside race cars and Formula 1, and more specifically, Ferrari. They were your team since you could remember. So when you quickly scrolled down, eager to verify if the email was real, you saw both the Formula 1 and Ferrari logos. You thought you might faint.

You composed yourself and started reading:

YOU’RE INVITED TO THE MONACO GRAND PRIX

Dear Y/N L/N,

We are huge fans of your content and find it extremely engaging. We’ve heard of your love and admiration for both Formula 1 and our Ferrari family. We are inspired by your adventurous spirit and would like to support you through a partnership and experience that could benefit both you and us.

Our Ferrari family would like to present you with a proposal to experience our Grand Prix in Monaco! We will cover all your travel expenses, including air tickets and hotel stays. We would also love for you to interview our drivers and create content for our social media.

We look forward to hearing back from you.

Sincerely,  

The Ferrari and Formula 1 Family.

You couldn’t believe what you were reading. This was your dream, something you’d always imagined, and now it was actually happening. You grabbed your camera, focused it on yourself, and began recording.

“Guys! I just got the most exciting and unbelievable email ever! Without revealing too much, I just want to say how thankful and blessed I am to have you all with me! I’m about to fulfill a lifetime dream, and I couldn’t have done it without you! This vlog is going to be so exciting, so stay tuned!” With a bright smile, you stopped the camera, and the realization of what was happening hit you.

You quickly grabbed your phone and called your agent, Hailey, just to confirm it was real and that everything was going to happen. The phone rang twice before Hailey picked up.

“DID YOU SEE THE F1 EMAIL?!” you blurted out.

Hailey chuckled. “YOU FINALLY SAW IT! I’ve been reading it for over 15 minutes waiting for your call!” she said, and you laughed.

“Well, I just saw it! Please tell me I can do it and that I’m free to go!” you begged.

She sighed dramatically. “I’d rather jump out of my third-floor window right now than tell you no. Did you really think you wouldn’t go? Your dad would kill me, your brother would kill me, your mom would kill me, and YOU most of all would kill me. And listen, even if we had something scheduled for those dates, I’d call in every favor just to move it. Oh, girl, we are going to Monaco!”

Hailey’s excitement made you grin. “UGH, Hails, you're the best!” you said.

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m employed,” she teased.

You both laughed, and then she became all business again. “Okay, I’ll email them back. You focus on looking for hotels, and we’ll regroup tomorrow to have a nice meeting and schedule everything. Sound good?”

“Absolutely perfect! I’ll call you tomorrow!” You both said your goodbyes and hung up. Everything felt like a dream, and you couldn’t wait for this adventure to begin.

The next few weeks were a blur of planning, scheduling, and packing for your dream trip. You vlogged every moment without revealing exactly where you were going, leaving your audience hanging. Your excitement was almost overwhelming, but you couldn’t deny the nerves creeping in. The idea of being surrounded by people you admired, the ones you’d seen on screens for years, was crazy to you.

The one thing you were most excited about? The interviews. You had no idea who would actually be willing to sit down with an influencer, but you didn’t care. What made your heart race was the thought of interviewing a certain driver—Matt Sturniolo. 

He was an American, a triplet, and a rising star in Formula 1. Was he your celebrity crush? Not really. But, you weren’t blind. He had an amazing presence, both on and off the track. Funny enough, his brother Nick was a mutual friend on Instagram, and you’d talked a few times about hanging out at the Grand Prix, neither of you knowing who’d be there. Nick was an influencer with his own lip balm brand, Space Camp, which you loved—it was genuinely good stuff. 

Chris, the other brother, was a loud, lovable figure in the social media world, owning his own clothing brand, Fresh Love, which was wildly successful. As for Matt, he was the quieter one in the triplet group, but still had a natural charisma that came through, especially in his brothers' videos. His passion for racing started at a young age, eventually leading him to Ferrari—the team he’d always dreamed of driving for. 

You were definitely looking forward to interviewing him. You hoped you’d get to see beyond his public persona and uncover a little more of who he was—at least on the surface.

Present Day...

You’d landed in Monaco 12 hours ago, and so far, jet lag hadn’t been an issue. You’d managed to sleep through the entire flight. Arriving in the morning gave you the chance to explore the city and even see the track with a few others who had arrived early. 

That night, you had nothing planned, so you decided to treat yourself to room service and relax. Tomorrow marked the official start of the event and all the activities you had lined up. You couldn't contain your excitement, so you made a small post on Instagram, revealing where you were. You scrolled through a few stories, liked some posts, and finally went to bed.

Tomorrow was going to be unreal.

a story by rcklessheavn

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…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳

angst, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, miscommunication, arguments, making up, friends with benefits, emotional intimacy, slow burn, unresolved tension, affectionate, soft, explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), feelings realized, love confessions

pls pls pls listen to the song that inspired this fic!

word count - 1.2k

She woke with a start in the dim glow of her bedroom, the distant hum of the TV a quiet reminder of last night. Her heart pounded as memories, blurry and raw, floated through her mind. In a sudden flash, she was back in the heated moments of their argument, voices raised and words edged with hurt and longing.

Had it been a nightmare? She couldn't remember which parts were real and which had been added in, distorted as she tossed and turned. Had he left? Was he gone?

“You don’t get it,” she’d pleaded, frustration lacing every word, as tears blurred her vision. “We used to laugh, to share everything…not just… this.”

Matt’s tired eyes had met hers in a moment of weary resignation. “I’m too tired to fight with you right now,” he’d said, his tone more sorrowful than angry.  

It felt like all they'd be doing lately was fighting. They didn't hang out anymore… not without it ending like this. Him in another room. Him on top of her. Their eyes never quite meeting.

“I feel like you only ever come over to sleep with me, Matt. I miss you. You're here every other night and I'm still missing you. Even when you're right here.”

“That's not fair, Y/n.” he said, as he walked out of the bedroom, leaving her behind.

The argument wasn’t just about sex. Their friendship was slowly dissolving into something solely physical. She hadn’t admitted it, but deep down, she missed the old Matt. The guy who made her laugh, not the one who made her come, who came over to watch movies, not watch her undress.

Rising from the bed, she rubbed the sleep from her face and shuffled toward the living room to find him. To be sure he hadn’t really left. At 2 in the morning, she pauses in the doorway. There, bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight, lay Matt, the soft light revealing the exhaustion in his face.

In that quiet moment, the raw edges of their argument began to soften. She moves to the couch, her steps heavy with regret and hope. Her hand reaches out, hovering in the space between them.

Eventually, the weight of regret and longing overwhelms her, and her resolve crumbles. With hesitant steps, she lays down beside him, each movement driven by a desperate need for warmth and reassurance.

As she nestles close, the hurt recedes, replaced with a comforting warmth. Matt’s steady breathing and the gentle rise and fall of his chest reassures her. Harsh words shifting into a bittersweet reminder of how deeply she cares for him.

“I hate that we fell asleep after a fight.” she whispers to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His eyes flutter open, and there he is, tucked in like an angel against her. Slowly, she lets the silence speak for them, letting her lips rest delicately against his face, cradling his head into her chest. 

The argument becomes an intermission, a pause before they resume the deeper, unspoken bond between them. Amidst the quiet moment of their reunion, she realises that despite everything, she feels lucky. Lucky that he waited for her, that they could find their way back from the edge.

“I'm sorry.” he mutters simply, reaching out to pull her into his gaze.

He trailed kisses along her eyebrows, eyelids, the tip of her nose, and finally her mouth. It was strangely intimate; they didn’t usually kiss like this.

His hands moved slowly over her, and she pulled him in closer, sharing her warmth. They’d been friends for so long before this that the new closeness felt both foreign and familiar…so good, so warm, yet oddly unpracticed. But his whispered apologies and gentle caresses began to rebuild what they’d nearly lost.

“Can we go back to your bedroom, baby?”

Baby? He’d never called her that.

She nods, despite herself, and before she can even think about how they’d get off the couch, he lifts her. Her legs wrap around him instinctively as he carries her toward the bedroom. A soft giggle escaped her, a brief sound of relief amid the tension.

They collapse onto the bed, and he looms over her like an unspoken prayer. He reaches for her hands, and she feels like she's on fire. Pressed up against her, she can feel him grow hard. It feels more than intimate, the way he nips her jaw lovingly while murmuring sweet nothings.

His eyes are soft as he leans in and starts kissing her forehead, then her cheeks. His kisses are gentle, a quiet way of making up for the harsh words from earlier. Matt slowly begins to remove her shirt and shorts, his touch careful and respectful. When his lips find her collarbone, she shivers at the warmth of his kisses. He pauses to meet her eyes.

“I'm so lucky to have you,” he says quietly. “You're always going to be someone I want. I can't stand a minute without you.”

She nods, and his words seem to settle the tension between them. His hands continue to explore as he moves his kisses down to her breast, softly sucking on her nipple until she gasps.

“Please, don’t stop,” she whispers.

Matt shifts his focus, moving lower with deliberate care. He nudges his nose against the soft skin of her inner thigh while holding her hand gently. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs.

Matt’s low voice broke the silence as he said, “I'll always take what you give me. You want to just be friends? I can handle that. You want to have sex? I can more than handle that. You want something more? I've been waiting for that.”

Before long, he’s beneath her, his nose pressed on her slit as he holds her hand. She whimpers, unsure of herself as she squirms. He squeezes her hand three times, as if it were a silent affirmation of his feelings. Does he love her? she wonders.

Then he turns his full attention to her, using his tongue steadily over her most sensitive spot. Her moans grow louder as he works at a measured pace, his focus clear and determined. The room fills with the sound of their pleasure, and every touch feels like a small promise of something more.

After a moment, he pulls back slightly and looks into her eyes. “Things only started making sense to me when I realised I'm in love with you,” he confesses.

Each word is a wave of love rushing over her, and as he reaches out to kiss her again, a rare occurrence for them, it feels like she has a four leaf clover in her hands.

“You're a dream to me, Matt. You know how people talk about their ‘dream guy’? That's what you are. You're my dream. My dream, Matthew Sturniolo.”

He doesn't respond, just murmurs affectionately as he drags his lips down from her collarbone to her breast, suckling her tit gently. He continues until she whimpers loudly, and arches her back. Then he moved to her left side. Once she was ready, he trailed kisses along her ribcage, his hands steady at her waist.

Finally, with sincerity in his tone, he murmured, “I didn’t come over just for this, you know. But if you’ll have me, and if you want to, I’d love for this to be our first time as a couple.”

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3

a/n: don't love this but womp womp

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