#matt sturniolo x reader x chris sturniolo

[sosasturns]

matt sturniolo WHERE DEM CHERRIES AT?

…IN WHICH MATT TITTY FUCKS YOU, BLURB

matt thought he’d died and gone to heaven the moment his dick slid between your tits, thick and flushed as you pressed them together, bouncing them to the pace of his thrusts. his breath hitched, jaw slack, lips parted as he watched himself disappear into the plush of your chest, the tip peeking out slick and needy before vanishing again.

“holy fuck,” he choked out, head falling back against the pillows before snapping forward again—because there was no way in hell he wasn’t watching this. his hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, resisting the urge to just grab—to squeeze, to push your tits together harder, to thrust up and lose himself completely.

his pupils were blown, mouth hanging open as he sucked in shallow, shaky breaths. he was hypnotized, practically cross-eyed with it, like he’d been starving for this exact moment his entire life and was just now realizing it.

“you like that?” you teased, voice all honey, all sweet, dragging your tongue across his flushed tip when it peeked through.

matt’s breath stuttered, a groan ripping through his chest, hand flying up to grip your wrist—like he needed something to ground himself, to tether him before he lost his goddamn mind.

“baby, you don’t even know,” he muttered, voice wrecked, barely able to get the words out. his hips bucked up, his cock sliding messily through your spit-slicked skin, and his fingers curled around your wrist, tightening. “shit, you’re gonna make me cum just looking at you.”

his head dropped back again, adam’s apple bobbing, lashes fluttering, and for a second—just a second—you swore you saw his eyes roll back. completely blissed out, so far gone over the sight of your tits alone.

“fuck,” he rasped, chest heaving. “fuck, i need—i needa—”

you grinned, shifting closer, letting him finally cup them, palms hot and greedy, fingers digging into soft skin like he couldn’t believe they were real. his thumbs swiped over your nipples, almost in awe, before his grip tightened, squeezing as he thrust up again.

his head lifted, eyes hazy as they locked onto yours. “marry me.”

you blinked, caught off guard. “what?”

his lips were pink, glossy, spit-slick from how much he’d been licking them, biting them, working himself up just from the sight of you. he swallowed, jaw clenched, eyes heavy.

“nothing,” he breathed, shaking his head. then, quieter—more to himself than to you—“just fuckin’ love you.”

his hips stuttered, cock twitching between the tight warmth of your tits, and his grip on your wrist turned almost desperate. “fuck—baby—”

you knew it was coming—knew he was coming—but you still stuck your tongue out, ready for it, waiting—

and when it hit, hot and thick, spurting across your tongue, your lips, spilling down the valley of your chest, matt lost it.

“fuck—oh my fucking god—” his voice cracked, a broken, wre-cked little noise that had your stomach clenching. his thighs tensed, whole body shuddering as more of it spilled over your tits, dripping down your skin. but he kept going, hips still jerk-ing, ropes of cum spilling out in messy spurts because he couldn’t stop.

he was still coming.

his eyes were barely open, just slits of blue barely peeking through, his jaw clenched so hard it could shatter, breath coming in ragged, fucked-out gasps. his lips trembled, thighs quivering, hands gripping the sheets like he needed to hold on or he’d float away.

he could see it—his cum thick and glossy against your skin, smearing over your tits as you squeezed them together like you wanted to stay covered in it.

“jesus christ—” matt choked out, voice nothing but a desperate moan.

you swiped your fingers through the mess, licking it up, watching him the whole time, and his cock twitched—again.

“ohhh—ohhh fuck,” matt whined, actually fucking whined, head dropping back as another broken groan tore out of him.

his hips jerked, cock twitching, another weak spurt dripping from the tip because he swore to god he was gonna fucking pass out.

“matt,” you cooed, sweet as ever, leaning in, brushing your lips against his jaw. “you good, baby?”

his chest was heaving, body still trembling, completely wrecked, completely fucking whipped.

his response was breathless, barely a whisper—

“gimme a minute.”

©SOSASTURNS

sosas 💬: watched this reel last night n giggled.. had to type ts up last min. we’ll be back to regularly scheduled programming soon chat

[mattybsgroupie]

— matt spanking you

★ inspired by this ★

“ah! f-four!” your body joints forward as matt’s large, cold palm slaps your ass again. you tilt your head to the side, taking a peek of matt’s amused expression. he was loving every second of that.

a pout appears on your lips, a failed attempt to convince matt to stop the spanks since you had learned your lesson. “yeah, it hurts right?” you nod at his question, but no sympathy comes from him. “now get to five.” matt demands, and you whine before going back to your previous position.

the burning sensation soon took over, the loud slap against your soft flesh making it sting. “five!” you whimper, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes. “you’re gonna fucking cry now?” matt asks, a slight tone of concern in his voice. his grip softened, his hand now massaging your sore asscheeks. “should’ve thought about it before acting like a slut huh?”

“‘m sorry!” you respond, his sweet touch opposing his harsh words. matt clicks his tongue, his slender fingers reaching for your panties, pressing two digits against your soaked entrance. he rubs the fabric in a torturous pace, giving you a small break before finishing your punishment.

���can you be a good girl and do something for me?” matt spoke, stopping his movements. “you don’t need to count anymore, alright? just five quick ones, and we’re done” you nod desperately, chewing on your lower lip as you prepared yourself. he gives your butt a light squeeze before slapping your flesh once again, this time much faster and stronger. and he didn’t stop. 5 quick, burning spanks, that were finished just as fast as they started. “theeere you go.” matt praises, placing a small kiss on your red cheeks. “better remember how this feels so it won’t happen next time, yeah?”

[solarsturniolo]

𝕿𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖘 // 𝕾𝕶𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗!𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 // 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊

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[vanteguccir]

obsessed with this fr 😩😩😩

Hey i have a request if u have time and like ittt!!

So basically matts fucking you and chris is tired of all the noise, so he walks in to matts room casually. Proceeds to pick up ur panties from the floor and stuffs ur mouth. And sum hot idkkkkkkkk i aint a writer

Love ur fics tho girl

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPANTIES IN MY MOUTH * MATT (AND CHRIS) STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Chris had had enough of Y/N's loud moans with his brother and shut her up with her panties... and she's a exhibitionist little shit

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader (and Chris)

WARNINGS　::　SMUT (mdni)

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

"Oh fuck- Matt-" Y/N gasped, her voice breaking with every breath.

She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus on anything but the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. Her thighs - wet with her arousal - quivered uncontrollably, her toes curling against the bed as Matt thrust into her with raw, primal need.

But beneath them, Chris had had enough.

For the past thirty minutes, he had been subjected to the incessant banging of the bed against the wall and Y/N’s loud, unfiltered moans. He tried to block it out, putting a pillow over his head or playing random songs in the top volume on his headphones, but it was no use. The noise was relentless, invading every corner of his room, and his patience had finally snapped.

With a growl of frustration, Chris pushed back his blankets, stormed out of his room, and headed upstairs.

Y/N didn’t hear Chris’s footsteps approaching. Her mind too far gone in the pleasure coursing through her body. She moaned Matt’s name again, her voice loud and breathy, the sound echoing in the room as Matt quickened his pace, his own groans mixing with hers.

The door to Matt’s room suddenly burst open, and without warning, Chris strode in, his face a mask of annoyance. Y/N’s head was still buried in the mattress, her body still trembling as Matt froze mid-thrust, too shocked to react right away.

Chris, however, didn’t seem the least bit phased by the scene before him. He walked into the room far too casually, his eyes sweeping over the pair with a mixture of irritation and curiosity. His tongue slipped between his pink lips, wetting them while taking in the sight of Y/N’s completely naked form, her body bent over the bed, her fingers digging into the dark blue sheets, clutching them like a lifeline, and Matt’s shocked, wide-eyed expression.

"What the fuck, Chris?" Matt sputtered, his voice filled with disbelief as he finally reacted, trying to cover Y/N's boobs with his large hands and her ass with his own body, ignoring the loud whine that echoed from her with his movements. "Get out, man!"

But Chris ignored him. His gaze drifted down to the floor where Y/N’s discarded pink lacy panties lay. Without a word, Chris bent down, scooping it up, and then moved toward the bed. Y/N, still lost in the haze of pleasure, barely registered his presence until she felt slender fingers pressing her jaw with moderate strength, forcing her to open her mouth before something was stuffed against her tongue.

Her eyes widened in shock, muffled sounds of protest escaping her throat as she realized what had happened, her eyes meeting the blue ones that looked right back at hers.

Chris really had shoved her own panties into her mouth, effectively shutting her up. Her face burned with a mix of embarrassment and something darker, something that thrilled her in a way she hadn’t expected.

Matt, still in shock, didn’t know whether to laugh or be pissed off.

"Chris, what the hell is wrong with you?" He growled, though there was an underlying tension in his voice, the absurdity of the situation not lost on him as he searched for his brother's eyes.

Chris smirked, his gaze gleaming with mischief as he glanced between the two of them.

"If I’m going to be forced to listen to all this." He said smoothly, his voice low and teasing while his hands motioned from one to another. "The least I could do is shut her up. A guy needs his silent time, right?" He gave Y/N a pointed look, his lips curling into a smirk as he watched her squirm beneath his brother, her muffled whines filling the room with the feeling of Matt's dick moving only a bit inside her walls.

Y/N’s mind was racing, her body responding despite the embarrassment flooding her senses. The feel of her panties getting dump in saliva inside her mouth and the sheer absurdity of the situation had her heart racing in ways she hadn’t expected, causing her to press her face deeper against the mattress, trying to disappear.

Matt, however, was less amused. He shook his head, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"You’re such an asshole." He muttered, though he couldn’t deny the tension in the room had only heightened after Chris’s interruption.

Chris chuckled, clearly pleased with himself as he straightened up and turned toward the door.

"Just keep it down next time." He said over his shoulder, throwing one last smirk at them before sauntering out of the room.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind Chris, leaving Matt and Y/N in the heavy silence of the room, Y/N's body reacted almost immediately. Despite the absurdity of what had just happened - or maybe because of it - her hips pushed back instinctively, seeking more of Matt. Her body begged for him to continue, her mind still reeling from the humiliation and thrill of being caught.

Matt's eyes widened at first, surprised by her reaction, but then a dark chuckle escaped his lips as he felt her ass press insistently against him, almost fucking herself on his dick. Her whines, now muffled, were desperate, needy. She wanted more. She needed it.

"Fuck." Matt muttered under his breath, his voice taking on a darker, more commanding tone. "You liked that, didn't you?" He murmured, bending his upper body and pressing his chest firmly against her back, his breath hot against the nape of her neck. "Getting caught like that... having him see you like this. Like the little whore you're for me, yeah?"

Y/N whimpered again, her body responding eagerly as her hips pushed back against him harder, silently begging him to keep going. Her face was still pressed deep into the sheets, her muffled whines escaping through the makeshift gag Chris had left in her mouth. She was trembling, her body aching for more.

Matt’s hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he laughed again, this time lower. He leaned his head, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered.

"You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you? Letting him see you so exposed and open, and now... you can’t get enough, can you?"

Y/N moaned into the fabric, her eyes rolling up her skull with his talking and the fresh memory of Chris's eyes on her, the sound vibrating against the panties in her mouth. Her body was practically begging for Matt to move, to do something, to give her the release she so desperately needed.

Matt grinned wickedly, the dark amusement still dancing in his eyes as he tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her back against him before pushing her forward again, forcing her to fuck herself on his cock.

Her thighs trembled when she felt his tip brushing only a bit against her sweet spot, and she let out another muffled whine, her hips rocking back against him again, needing him right there. The feeling of her body pressed so tightly against him, her whimpers of need muffled and helpless, only served to ignite Matt’s desire further.

"Alright." Matt murmured darkly, his tone teasing as his hand slid down, fingers brushing the curve of her ass, squeezing the flesh hard. "You want it? You’ll get it, but you have to work for it."

He pressed his other hand on her small back, forcing her to bent her upper body even more - if that was even possible, searching the control he needed. With a slow, deliberate movement, he ground his hips against hers, teasing her, dragging out the moment as she squirmed beneath him, her muffled cries growing more frantic.

"Is this what you want, baby?" He taunted, his voice a low growl as he pressed himself harder against her. "Because I can feel how fucking wet you're." He let out another dark laugh, enjoying the power he had over her in this moment. "And all it took was Chris walking in on us for you to become this needy mess."

Y/N's muffled response was a mix of whimpers and "Matt's", her body trembling as she tried to raise her ass more in the air, searching for the friction her body was begging for.

Matt's grip on her waist tightened even more, his fingers digging into her skin as he finally snapped his hips against hers hard enough to make her thighs shake and her fingers dig into the sheets.

"Alright, baby." He whispered, his tone full of lust and dominance as he positioned himself, ready to turn her into a cock drunk mess. "Let’s see how loud you can be now... even with your mouth so fucking full."

© vanteguccir

[muwapsturniolo]

Munchies 🐰ྀི C. Sturniolo

"Don't want food."

⟢ NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!! mentions of smoking, Chris having munchies, cannibal!Chris (say sum i dare you). oral, (f), fingering, squirting, overstimulation.

divider and cannibal chris cred @bernardsbendystraws

Starving.

Chris was starving, his stomach feeling like it was caving in on itself. He had smoked outside about thirty minutes before, the grape-flavored wrap along with the weed doing nothing but making him even more hungry, and the longer he sat, the worse it got.

It was simple, he had the munchies - but not for food.

With hazy eyes, he looks down at the girl's thighs, licking his lips as he stares at the soft, plump skin. He could feel his mouth salivating at the thought of tasting her. He lazily taps her thigh with two fingers, immediately capturing the girl's attention.

She looks away from the tv, her eyes wide in curiosity as she stares at him.

"M'hungry," he mutters softly, placing his palms on her thigh a bit higher up than usual. "Did you want me to make you something to eat?" He hums lazily, eyeing her thighs once more before shaking his head.

"Don't want food."

She gasps softly as he drops to the ground in front of the couch, quickly yanking down her shorts and pushing her legs to her chest.

"Chris we're on the co-I don't care."

He spits directly on her clit, the girl flinching at the feeling. He looks at her expectantly, commanding her with his eyes.

She trails her right hand toward her center and begins rubbing his spit into her folds, whimpering at the pleasurable feeling. He watches with hungry eyes, enjoying the way her own slick exudes and mixes with his spit.

He needed her, all of her, and quickly.

He slaps her hand away and immediately dives in, his mouth attaching itself right to her clit. Her jaw drops in shock, a moan leaving her mouth as her hands tangle in his hair.

He moans into her, his tongue swirling around her clit before licking in between her folds, scooping her essence into his mouth.

"Taste so fuckin' good," he heaves as he continues to devour her, his nose and chin already glistening with her juices. His fingers dig into her thighs, surely leaving bruises as he pushes them towards her chest.

Lewd slurping and squelching noises mixed with her moans and his groans were all you heard, their sounds overpowering the volume of the TV. She could feel her own slick and his spit trailing down her ass and onto the couch, soaking the fabric and creating a wet patch.

Chris knew he was being messy, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

He was a starved man eating the best meal in the world.

He just couldn't get enough.

He lays his tongue down flat, shaking his head back and forth before wrapping his mouth around her clit once more, easily sliding two fingers into her clenching hole and curling them right against that sensitive spot.

She moans loudly, throwing her head back and clenching her eyes shut at the pleasurable feeling. It was embarrassing at how quick her orgasm was forming, but Chris didn't care - it drove him to keep going.

Her fingers yank at his hair as her orgasm hits her in full throttle, her eyes rolling back as her vision goes white. She fully expected him to stop, to let her bask in the afterglow and give her the soft kisses he usually does, but that didn't happen.

He keeps going.

Her back arches off the couch as his tongue flicks over clit at a rapid speed, his fingers still curling inside her.

"F-fuck!" she gasps and looks down at him, watching the way he munches away at her happily with closed eyes.

It was too much, but it felt too good to stop, her hips grinding against his face as her body greedily begged for more pleasure. Her moans turn into deep and sharp breaths, almost as if she is doing a breathing exercise, as she feels her second orgasm approaching.

She could feel the difference, the pressure on her bladder, and her thighs shaking.

"Chri-" she lets out a high-pitched moan, almost a scream, as he begins curling his fingers faster and applying more pressure.

Her whole body tenses as the second orgasm washes over her, tears forming in her eyes as he works her through it. Her juices had splashed all over Chris's face, drenching him, the couch, and the floor in its wake.

Chris wasn't fully satisfied, but he knew after squirting she couldn't handle any more pleasure for at least half an hour. He pulled away from her soaked cunt, pulling his fingers out before popping them in his mouth and licking them clean, moaning at the taste.

She lays against the couch, panting with tears in her eyes as she tries to calm herself down. He stands to his full height, scooping the girl up in his arms and walking downstairs towards his room.

"Th-the cou- Fuck the couch, I'm still hungry."

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 — 𝐂.𝐒.

Synopsis: Chris can't fuck you in his balloon-filled room, but he needs you so bad.

Warnings: Smut, BIG DICK CHRIS, raw p n v, sucking fingers, GETTING CAUGHT, creampie, BULGE KINK.

With love and big tits, Rose

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Loud squelches echo through the living room. Chris is between your legs, pounding into you as you lay on the couch. 

“Fuck—shut up, baby. Bein’ too damn loud,” he husks, the grip he has on your legs getting tighter. 

The position you're in is unbearably good. Every inch of his length is buried inside your dripping heat, your stomach bulging while he continues to drill himself into you. 

“-’m sorry, I—,” the words are muffled as he places a hand over your mouth. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel his tip graze that spot—the spot that made it impossible to do anything but scream in pleasure. 

Chris huffs, the feeling of your warm, wet walls clenching around him making it harder to contain himself. He wants to pound you even harder, he needs nothing but to see you absolutely destroyed under his touch—but he knows he can’t. 

Not when you’re in the living room—Matt and Nick only a short couple steps away from seeing such a lewd scene. 

“Shit!” Chris hisses, biting on his lip as he tries to muffle his own noises. But it’s so hard. This is absolute bliss, everything he needed and more. 

It’s not his fault his brother decided to pull some fuck ass prank, filling his room with balloons and not even offering to help clean it up. He couldn’t hold himself back when you came over in that one skirt—the skirt that drove him beyond insane. 

The second you had bent over, giving him just the smallest glimpse—there was no holding back. He needed you right then, dragging you up to the living room and distracting you from the worry of being in plain sight. 

“Chris! Chris!” 

Your screams are still muffled by his hand. You feel his fingers dip into your mouth, immediately sucking on the digits while his hips plunge deep—making everything go a hot flash of white as you feel yourself toppling closer and closer towards the edge. 

“C’mon,” he husks, sucking on your neck as some sort of method to keep himself from groaning loudly. You just feel so fucking good. “-give it to me—wanna feel you cum all over my big dick, sweetheart,” 

He lets out a pitiful noise, every muscle straining as he feels your wetness convulse around him. “Oh fuck—you’re-you’re gonna make me cum, I—”

Your chest is arched into his. The high is excruciatingly long, the feeling of his grip getting tighter as he starts to ruthlessly shovel his entire length in you over and over again. His desperation is clouding his senses, forgetting that you’re hidden in plain sight. 

He just doesn’t care. Not when you feel like heaven wrapped around him, not when you’re shaking beneath him. And definitely not when you’re begging for his cum, wanting to be filled to the absolute brim. 

“-want it, Chris. Inside…I—please,” you rasp. 

His head drops into the crook of your neck, the rhythm of his hips stutter as he lets himself finish deep inside of you, making sure to give you everything. 

“Fuckkkkkkkk, all filled up now, huh? Is that better, baby?” he purrs, removing his hand from your mouth and petting the side of your fucked-out face. And holy shit—it’s the perfect sight. You’re so… messy. And it’s all for him. It’s not his fault he’s obsessed. He just couldn’t wait when he saw you in that damn skirt. 

“What the fuck?!” 

Your eyes go wide as you see Matt in the corridor of the hall. 

Instincts take over, you panic while trying to catch your breath. 

“I’m sorry, oh my god!” you shout, sighing as you hear his bedroom door slam shut. 

As you squint your eyes shut with shame painted on your face, Chris slowly starts to pump himself inside you again. 

“Chris, what’re you—”

“Already got caught,” he mentions, his hand grazing down and tweaking your sensitive nipple. “No point in stopping now. I had to wait all damn day for you and I—”

You shriek as he moves his hips sharply, your skin pulsing as you feel his lips brush against your ear,

“-and I’m greedy—so fuckin’ greedy for you.”

[malsmind]

not in the mood

fwb!chris sturniolo x reader

summary: you just can't get in the mood tonight.

warnings: smut, oral (f recieving), fingering, dirty talk, pet names (mama), mentions of calling up another girl, swearing

author's note: chris is being kind of toxic in this...

wc: 1k

english is not my first language!

chris's lips were all over your neck, kissing, and biting soft marks into the sensetive skin. you bit your lip, your hands tangling in his hair, trying to get in the mood. you came over for this after all, but for some reason, you just didn't feel it today. of course, his lips and hands all over you always felt good, they did now, but something in the back of your head just kept you from getting into it tonight. you ignored the lack of interest you had in sex right now, trying to focus on his lips, the small groans that escaped trough them. his hands roaming all over your body, squeezing your tits, rubbing up and down your sides. but no matter how much you tried to focus on the things that usually had you soaking wet already, it just didn't work.

chris paused his assult on your neck, sensing that something was clearly off with you tonight, the way you completely lacked enthusiasm. he pulled back slightly, looking down at you, searching your face with one hand rested on your hip while he used the other one to hold his body up. "kid, the fuck's up with you tonight?"

you opened your eyes, meeting his. your grip in his hair tightened, "nothing. just keep going..." you sighed, pushing his head back down. chris takes the hint and continues his descent down your body. his hands spread your thighs apart, trailing kisses up your inner thigh before his mouth latched onto your pussy, sucking and licking like he always did. his fingers finde your entance, pushing in and curling up.

your head falls back onto the pillows, keeping a grip in his hair. you tried to get into it, you really did. moaning to make it seem more intense for yourself, starting to slowly grind your hips in a rythm with is tongue, but nothing worked. you were trying to chase the pleasure you were so desperate to find in any of this but you just couldn't.

chris kept going, kind of sensing what you're trying to do. he worked his fingers in and out of you, tongue circling your clit, determined to help you get what you wanted, and to get to his turn for pleasure. "cmon mama, doin' sooo good." he mumbled against you, his grip on your hips tightening. but even with chris encouraging you, doubling his efforts, eating you out like he was a starving man, you just didn't find any pleasure in it. regardless, you kept moaning, trying to convince yourself you'd get there.

watching you clearly not feel it, faking the pleasure he was working on so hard to give you, chris pulled away abruptly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he looks at you, eyes narrowing slightly, growing frustrated himself. "the fuck's goin' on, Y/N? you ain't even close to cumming and i've been at this shit for like twenty minutes."

you sigh, frustrated, but determined on getting the best you could out of this for you aswell as for chris. "jus'.... jus' keep going." you tell chris, spreading your legs wider. chris rolls his eyes, diving back in. he pushes his fingers back into your hole, curling them up again, hitting your sweet spot. he licks your clit harder, faster. you were growing frustrated with how you just weren't feeling it like you usually were. on any other night, he'd have you cumming on his tongue in minutes. you didn't know why you didn't just stop and do it another night, maybe you just didn't wanna disappoint, waste your own and his time. so, you kept trying to make yourself believe that this would eventually make you horny, moaning louder.

chris suddenly stops, sitting up. he looks at you with a scowl on his face. "y'know know what, fuck this. i'm not eating you out for another twenty minutes just for you to fake it." you groaned in frustration, propping yourself up with your arms. "i'm not faking, chris. just keep going"

"nah your moans are fake as shit. s' all just 'mmm' and 'ahh' like some porn actress." he scoffed, standing up from the bed and running a hand trough his messy hair. "i ain't never had no problem getting you off before. what the fuck's buggin' you bro. this shit's getting annoying." you understood why he felt like that. you could've just said something or not come over at all, but you just didn't expect your arousal to vanish randomly. you knew you'd come over, you were looking forward to it, but you can't really control if you want to be horny or not, no matter how good and hot someone is.

you shrug, closing your legs and sitting up on the bed. "don't fucking know what you want me to say. i'm just not in the mood. it's not like i wasn't trying to get there." you defended, chris just scoffed out a laugh. "yeah, so you're just here to waste my time while i could've had a someone else here who would've at least given me some real fuckin' moans."

you scoffed at his selfish comment, getting up from his bed and picking up your pants. he watched you with narrowed eyes, clearly annoyed and unhappy with the fact that you didn't just tell him how you felt. you put your underwear and pants back on, grabbing your phone and keys off of his desk. "oh, so what? you just gonna leave?" chris huffed, his eyes following your every move. "you didn't even give me a handjob or nothin'."

you shrugged, walking towards the door. "just call one of your other bitches, not my fucking problem."

with your words hanging in the air and the sound of chris's door slamming shut, he stood there in disbelief, staring at the door, listening to you get in your car and drive off. chris threw his head back with a frustrated groan, running a hand over his face. he regretted the way he acted immediately, knowing you coudln't control the way you or your body felt and that he'd overreacted.

he pulled out his phone, typin out a message to you. feeling bad for talking to you this way and letting you storm off, acting like he didn't give a fuck.

'yo stop being so dramaric'

'i was an asshole sorry dude but come back here'

'dont want u driving off like that'

my hot sexy amazing wife @rcklessheavn approved 😽

———

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[hjvi]

blurb of chris babysitting your little sister

The moment your lips met Chris’s, it was like everything else faded away. His hands cradled your face, tilting you just right as he deepened the kiss, his lips soft and warm against yours. The weight of him pressed against you as he guided you back onto the couch, his fingers tracing gentle patterns down your sides. Every time he pulled away, just slightly, it was only to steal another breath before diving back in, kissing you like he couldn’t get enough.

You whimpered into his mouth, fingers curling into his hoodie, and he groaned in response, his hands traveling lower, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to brush against your skin. His touch was electric, sending a shiver down your spine. He was just about to push things further, his hand ghosting over your waist, when you suddenly placed a hand on his chest, breathless.

"Chris, we can’t," you murmured, your lips swollen from his kisses.

His brows furrowed in confusion, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "What? Why?"

You bit your lip, trying to steady your breathing. "My little sister’s here. I’m babysitting."

It took a second for the realization to hit him, but when it did, he sighed, dropping his forehead against your shoulder with a small, defeated laugh. "You’re kidding."

You grinned, running a hand through his hair. "Nope. She’s in the other room."

He groaned dramatically, flopping back onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh. "You’re evil."

Before you could reply, a small voice interrupted. "Chrissy!"

Your seven-year-old sister came bounding into the room, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. She had the biggest crush on Chris, and she made it known every time she saw him.

"Hey, princess!" Christopher greeted her with the sweetest smile, immediately sitting up and opening his arms. She wasted no time launching herself onto the couch next to him, practically beaming as he pulled her into a hug.

You watched as your sister giggled, tugging on Chris’s sleeve. "Wanna play princess with me?"

Chris chuckled, shooting you a knowing glance before nodding. "Of course. What’s my role?"

She placed her hands on her hips, looking very serious. "You’re the princess!"

You snorted at the way Chris’s face twisted in mock horror before he quickly recovered, nodding solemnly. "Alright, but only if I get a really sparkly tiara."

Your sister gasped excitedly and ran off to grab her collection of dress-up accessories. You leaned against Chris, grinning up at him. "You’re so good with her."

He shrugged, but the pink on his cheeks gave him away. "She’s cute. And she reminds me of you when you were little."

Your heart swelled at his words, but before you could say anything, your sister returned, dumping a pile of tiaras, boas, and plastic jewelry onto Chris’s lap. "Time to make you a beautiful princess!" she declared.

Chris played along perfectly, letting her place a too-small tiara on his head and wrap a pink feather boa around his shoulders. When she held up a toy wand, he waved it dramatically, making her squeal with delight.

As she continued accessorizing him, she suddenly looked up with wide, innocent eyes. "Chris, how much do you love my sister?"

Chris’s smile softened as he glanced at you. "More than anything."

Your sister hummed, as if contemplating his answer. "How did you know you were in love with her?"

Chris looked thoughtful for a moment before answering. "It was a lot of little things. Like how she laughs at my dumb jokes, or how she always knows what I’m thinking before I even say it. And how she makes me feel like I can be completely myself."

Your sister beamed. "Can I marry you too?"

Chris chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "Of course. We’ll have a big princess wedding."

She gasped happily before turning to you with a mischievous grin. "How much do you and Chrissy have sex?"

Your jaw dropped as Chris nearly choked on air. "Excuse me?!"

Your sister giggled. "I heard it on TV!"

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "I am taking away the rated R channels."

Chris, still recovering, laughed under his breath, shaking his head. "You’re gonna give me a heart attack, kid."

Your sister just giggled again, completely unfazed, before returning to adjusting Chris’s tiara. And as you sat there, watching Chris let your little sister turn him into a princess, you couldn’t help but think—he was going to be the best dad one day.

And you were so, so in love with him.

a/n: thank you for reading!! I appreciate any interactions more than you'll ever know<33

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[vorbratz]

goodnight 😊🪄

[y3sterdaysproblem]

⋆˙⟡ 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴… ⟡˙⋆

bf!chris who… is obsessed with kissing you, even if he can’t kiss you on the lips, he’s always got his mouth on you somewhere; your cheek, your nose, your forehead, your neck, your shoulders.

bf!chris who… loves using tongue, unable to resist slipping it into your mouth as soon as your lips touch.

bf!chris! who… loves leaning in to kiss you with his lips already parted, tongue impatiently waiting to be slotted against yours.

bf!chris who... loves kissing down your jaw and neck, licking over your skin to pull your taste into his mouth as much as he can.

bf!chris who… loves making out with your pussy when he eats you out, tongue flat against your folds to soak in the way you tasted, using his fingers to rub over your clit while his tongue prods against our entrance, drinking in as much of your arousal as your body would allow.

bf!chris who… loves when you suck on his tongue when you’re making out especially if he just got done eating you out.

bf!chris who… absolutely cannot go to sleep without making out with you.

bf!chris who… leaves a hickey on your body at least once a day.

bf!chris who… doesn’t care who’s around when he’s in need of a kiss, always planting his lips firmly on yours whenever he feels like it.

[chrattho1]

matt sturniolo drabble

10 minutes?

summary: you wear matt’s initial around your neck,and to say that hes turned on by it, is an understatement.

warnings: suggestive comments,use of petnames ( baby )

“hey baby” you walk out of the bathroom into matt’s bedroom, all dressed up. you watch matt shuffle in bed and turn around to look at you with half lidded eyes.

“hey” his voice hoarse and cracky,he rubs his eyes to get a good look at you. your hair falling in your face,nails manicured,rings stacked on your tiny fingers,wrist full of bracelets,chains hanging on your neck-and there it is,dangling off your neck as you bend down to pick something up. a gold pendant with “M” on it.

matt thought he’d seen wrong,his eyes were surely deceiving him right? matt also thought he was the only one obsessed with you so this was amusing to say the least. his eyes open wide to get a good look, his stomach does backflips at the thought of you buying and wearing his initial.

“i am going out with some friends,i’ll be back after lunch” you smiled at him briefly before getting back to filling your bag up with essentials.

“whats that?” matt yanked the blanket off of him and sat up straight,his eyebrows furrowed.

“whats what?” you look at him and notice the confusion on his face,and then he points at it—the gold “M” glistening off your skin,sitting right between your collarbones.

“oh” you gaze down at the pendant,fingers touching the letter lightly.

“i saw this website that sold these so i thought—” you were cut off by matt speeding off the bed,still only on his boxers and almost tripping on something on the way.

you giggle when he stands in front you,eyes now fully open as he looked right down at the pendant in utter awe. his fingertip traces the letter on your neck,gently like he’s afraid it’ll break.

“stands for matt?” words coming out of matt’s mouth before his brain could even process them,eyes so focused on the sight in front.

“ofcourse stupid,what else?” you chuckle.

“you’re gonna wear this out?” his eyes fixated on your neck as you nod at his question.

“fuck” he whispers,a smile tugs on your lips.

“everyones gonna know its for me?” hes asking questions like a child,wanting to hear you answer them with the most dumbfounded look on his face.

“i guess so” you shrug still not fully aware of the effect it has on him. you mindlessly place a hand on his bare chest and your palm is immediately met with his fasten heartbeat. you slowly bring your hand up to caress his cheek,smiling at him foolishly.

“do you like it?” you smile wider looking at his eyelashes flutter up to your face.

“do i like it?” he scoffs lightly,eyebrow raising at your question. he lets out a breath admiring the sight in front,he doesn’t know if this reaction is normal,his boxers feeling tight just looking at you wear his initial.

“think you got 10 minutes or less?” he asks,his voice laced with the severity of his situation,like if you don’t give him those 10 minutes he might die.

you tease him by glancing at your watch and pouting at him,knowing him —it wont take long for him to beg.

“please? just-please-” matt’s fumbled words and that desperate look on his face get to you,and you give in rather easily-pulling him in with a small smile.

“yeah i got 10 minutes” you wrap your arms around his neck pushing your body onto his,his breath hitches.

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[evie-sturns]

bro this isn’t even funny anymore i’m gonna throw up i need him so bad

[sunrisemill]

In my head he’s looking at me like this

(Pls don’t call me delusional)

[vanteguccir]

graphics of each one of my Chris Sturniolo's oneshots are updated as well as some texts itself!!

enjoy this very long list of 41 fics of Chris

⠀⠀⠀⠀⁺ ♱ .ᐟㅤㅤ──────── 𝓣𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, chris sturniolo.

⠀★　𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 !

ㅤㅤ❝ ㅤ don't overthink, because your mind is very⠀powerful　.

(⠀links⠀) ─── main masterlist && chris masterlist

‹ 𝓒𝖧𝖱𝖨𝖲 𝑂𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲 › : : : enjoy !

01. starve and die　─　when Nick and Matt test positive for covid and Chris has to go into lockdown to prevent catching the virus, who will look after them?

02. watching you read　─　where Y/N read her book while Chris's streaming, but Chris's biggest hobby is watching his girlfriend read.

03. truth or eat　─　where Y/N participates in the TRUTH OR EAT video from behind the camera.

04. guess who's who　─　where Y/N participates in the new Sturniolo Triplets tiktok, but doesn't actually appear in it.

05. sleeping prank　─　where Nick pranks Chris and Y/N while they are sleeping.

06. texas is so cold　─　where Y/N and the triplets decide to go out for dinner at a pizzeria, but Y/N is cold and Chris becomes her personal heater.

07. tiktok trends | part 2 | part 3 | part 4　─　4 times that Y/N and Chris made a couple's trend on tiktok.

08. can you sing for me?　─　where Y/N is a worldwide famous singer, but her favorite thing in the world is hearing Chris singing just for her.

09. it's noted　─　where Y/N is part of the Sturniolo Triplets fandom and makes videos about them on TikTok. After years of creating content, one of her videos seems to catch the attention of none other than Chris.

10. cooking together　─　where Y/N teaches Chris how to cook a typical sweet from her country.

11. safari girl　─　where Y/N is the tour guide for the Sturniolo Triplets on their safari trip.

12. her exception　─　where Y/N is shy and Chris loves to tease her for that.

13. sleepwalker in love　─　where Chris returns home after recording another car video with his brothers and finds his girlfriend sleepwalking in their living room.

14. best friend's plan　─　where Y/N has a secret crush on Chris, not imagining that the feeling is reciprocated. But her best friend, Nick, has a plan to put them together.

15. 8 minutes of cute moments　─　where a fan made an 8-minute video with a compilation of Chris and Y/N being in love.

16. baking blind, deaf and mute　─　where Y/N participates in the Baking Blind, Deaf and Mute video, but things don't go as planned.

17. in control　─　where Chris commands Y/N to stay still while he fucks her, but she can't seem to obey.

18. drunk and in love　─　where Y/N goes out with her friends for a girls' night and comes home drunk, so Chris has to take care of her.

19. always yours　─　where Y/N and Chris are secretly in love, but Chris is the one that acts shy around her; OR 4 times Chris loved Y/N from afar and 1 time he didn't.

20. all too well　─　where Chris misplace his priorities.

21. academic validation　─　where Y/N's obsession for good grades and academic validation leads her to neglect her own self.

22. loving without restrictions　─　where Y/N and Chris have been keeping their relationship a secret for just over a year until one day where Y/N feels ready to announce it; OR, where Y/N and Chris soft launch their relationship.

23. fake smile　─　where Chris records a TikTok with Tara after many requests from both fandoms, but fans reacted contrary to what he expected, generating questioning thoughts in Y/N.

24. girls like girls and boys　─　where Y/N goes through a journey of self-discovery when questioning her sexuality, leading to her feeling fear of losing Chris.

25. 5 cute little moments　─　where Chris is deeply in love with Y/N and isn't ashamed to show it; OR, 5 cute little moments between Chris and Y/N.

26. labyrinth　─　where Y/N tries to save their relationship, but Chris's fear of commitment seems to stop them from moving forward.

27. vogue beauty secrets　─　where the world-famous actress and model, Y/N, is invited by Vogue to record a video of her Beauty Secrets, but during the recording, Chris, her boyfriend, decides to make a brief appearance.

28. fighting her for a trend　─　where Chris has the idea of doing the famous TikTok trend "fighting my girlfriend in front of my brothers" with Y/N, just to see Nick and Matt's reaction.

29. apocalypse　─　where Chris takes care of Y/N after they make love.

30. over again　─　where Y/N is caught between the past and the present, struggling to forget her love for Chris while trying to move on with Alex, but things don't go as planned.

31. trying and rating bad baby food　─　where Chris and Y/N's daughter makes an appearance in the Trying and Rating Bad Baby Food video.

32. jealous boy　─　where, during a party, a man who doesn't know how to take "no" for an answer hits on Y/N, receiving an angry and jealous Chris in return.

33. only girl (in the world)　─　where Chris takes Y/N for his trip to Las Vegas with his brothers, and in the middle of neon lights and late-night walks, Chris’s and Y/N get lost in love and lust.

34. holiday echoes　─　where the triplets head back to Boston for the holidays and Chris, a bit drunk and nostalgic, ends up alone on the streets and stops at their old childhood home. Acting without thinking, he writes a small - and very random - note on a napkin and slips it through the door, without realizing Y/N now lives there and is feeling kinda lonely.

35. birthday boy　─　when Chris is starting to come to terms with the horrible idea that he will have to spend his birthday away from Y/N, a surprise takes him, literally, by surprise.

36. the sexual tension between Chris and Y/N　─　where a fan creates a 6-minute video with all the sexual tension moments between Chris and Y/N.

37. too much　─　where Matt and Nick say some hurtful things to Chris during a fight, bringing his insecurities to life and causing him to turn to his anchor, Y/N.

38. boston for thanksgiving　─　where Y/N goes back to Boston with Chris and his brothers for Thanksgiving.

39. midnight company　─　while filming a car video, the triplets witness a girl - Y/N - arguing with her boyfriend. When he smashes her phone and leaves her alone at midnight in the middle of a random parking lot, Chris steps in.

40. marry her anyway　─　where the triplets and Y/N are going to a friend's wedding and with that a TikTok is recorded and sweet promises are made.

41. grammys 2025　─　where Y/N, worldwide famous singer, goes to the Grammys 2025 and brings Chris as her pair for the first time.

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[gilbertscurls]

all in — matt sturniolo

Matt’s heart was pounding.

Not the normal kind of pounding, like when he was excited about a new video idea or about to win an argument with his brothers. No, this was the terrifying kind—the kind that made his chest feel too tight, his hands too shaky, his brain too loud.

He wasn’t used to feeling like this.

He was supposed to be the easygoing one, the laid-back guy who didn’t overcomplicate things. Love? That was always something he kept at arm’s length. Too messy, too unpredictable. He had seen too many people get hurt—seen too many relationships fall apart because someone cared too much and the other person not enough.

But with you?

With you, it wasn’t messy. It wasn’t complicated.

It was everything.

Which was why he was currently sitting beside you on your couch, trying not to pass out from nerves, knowing that in about thirty seconds, he was going to say something that would change everything.

He swallowed hard, rubbing his palms against his jeans.

“You good?” you asked, raising a brow.

No. He was not good. He was about to rip his heart out and hand it to you on a silver platter, hoping you wouldn’t throw it back at him.

But he nodded anyway. “Yeah. Fine.”

You gave him a skeptical look, shifting to face him. “You look like you’re about to either throw up or confess a murder.”

He huffed a laugh. “It’s not murder.”

“Okay… so throwing up, then.”

Matt rolled his eyes but took a deep breath. This was it. No backing out now.

“I—” He hesitated, then forced himself to meet your gaze. “I need to tell you something.”

Your expression softened, your full attention on him now. “Okay.”

His heart was racing in his chest, his palms sweaty in anticipation. He was laying it all on the line, leaving nothing between you. He was exposing his heart, hoping that you would take it and hold it gently.

“I don’t think I can do this casual thing anymore,” he admitted, voice quieter than he meant it to be.

Your brows furrowed slightly. “What do you mean?”

Matt exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I mean… I don’t want to be just your friend. Or your almost something. I don’t want to pretend that what we have is just fun or easy because it’s not. It’s more. You’re more.”

Your lips parted slightly, but you didn’t say anything, so he kept going.

“I’ve spent my whole life thinking relationships had to be complicated, that love was supposed to be this impossible, messy thing that never lasted.” He let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. “But then I met you. And now I know I can’t just settle for anything less than this. Less than you.”

Silence.

Matt swore the room was spinning.

And then—

“You’re an idiot,” you murmured.

He blinked. “What—”

Before he could process what was happening, you reached out and grabbed his face, pulling him into a kiss so sudden, so right, that he forgot how to breathe.

It wasn’t fireworks or dramatic music swelling in the background. It wasn’t like the movies, where everything clicked into place in a perfect, cinematic moment.

It was better.

It was warm and soft and real.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, smiling. “You think I don’t want this?”

Matt exhaled shakily, eyes searching yours. “I—”

“I’ve been waiting for you to say something for weeks,” you admitted, laughing softly. “Do you know how hard it was not to kiss you every time you smiled at me?”

Matt blinked. “Wait, what?”

You rolled your eyes. “God, you’re so slow.”

“I’m slow?! You could’ve said something too, you know.”

“But this is so much more fun.”

Matt groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder, but he couldn’t stop the smile tugging at his lips.

Because for the first time in a long time, he had everything he wanted.

And for once?

Love didn’t feel so complicated after all.

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[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: Mentions of kissing, mentions of family death, bra touching, talk of needing to piss ? 

A/N: This chapter is LONG. Lmk if we like it being this long or if I should break it up next time sorry! Proofread by @darksturnz (ty lovely girl!)

With love and big tits, Rose

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P7: Bras & Piss

wc: 2700+

Not even a single insult. Chris barely even lingered in the main room with Matt and me—like he couldn’t even fathom breathing the same air as me. 

It hurt. The dull ache in my chest seems to worsen everytime he ignores me. Even though it’s only been a couple of days, it still just felt different, and not in a good way. 

Luckily, Chris hadn’t caught me loitering in Matt’s room to help him out with his date with Mia. Although, part of me wish he had. Maybe then he’d at least ask or say something mean. And I just wanted him to say something—anything. 

“Pleaseeee?” Matt begs, his hands clasped as if he’s praying, the same plea falling from his lips yet again. 

Ever since I helped him with his outfit, he hasn’t stopped pushing one idea—he wants to make it a double-date. That way, it wouldn’t have to be so awkward at the beginning. 

But who the fuck was I gonna take on a double-date? The only men I’ve talked to recently are Chris, Jimmy, and Shawn. 

Chris is just not an option. Even though Jimmy’s sweet, that would be weird as fuck. And Shawn…well, I’m still mad. But I have to pick. And I can’t let Matt down—not when I see how much effort he’s putting into this girl. If I couldn’t have a perfect love story, at least I could watch it. 

Shawn. 

I stare at his contact on my screen with distaste, my gaze flickering from my phone back to Matt sitting across the table from me.

“But you and her will have so much fun—”

“Please! I don’t know what I’m doing and I just…I’d feel a lot better if I know you’re there,” he says, his face contorted as if he’s in pain. 

Sighing, I look down at my screen with hesitation. My fingers brush against the key, my cheek pulsing with a sharp sting as I feel my teeth gnaw into the muscle. 

I may hate Shawn right now, but I don’t hate Matt. Matt felt like the first real friend I had made in a while, maybe even ever. And this would help our friendship grow, maybe I’d even like Mia as a friend too.

Ugh. 

|  To Shawn: Hey, do you wanna go on a double date with me this Friday?  |

I send the message before I can rethink the wording. My nose scrunches as I see the read receipt pop up immediately, three dots moving on the screen as I watch Shawn type back. 

|  From Shawn: Fuck yeah ;)  |

Ew. How did I ever think this man was crush-material? Before that dumb party, it was like some sort of unspoken thing, we were always flirting, always touching more than just friends typically would. But now even the thought of his dumb brain coming anywhere close to me made everything in my stomach churn uncomfortably. 

“Thank you, you’re the fuckin’ best!” Matt cheers, walking over to me, pulling my head in his hand before planting a platonic kiss on my head. His arms shoot up in the air. He does a stupid little victory dance, nodding his head to an imaginary beat. 

“What the fuck.” I look over, seeing Chris staring at his brother incredulously, scratching his head before nodding his face from side to side, turning around and walking back down the hallway. 

It’s the first time I’ve heard his voice in days. For some reason, it makes everything inside of me feel a little bit lighter, like it’s some sort of relief. 

Maybe he’s easing up. 

I shake the thought off as Matt sits back down, blabbing on about anything and everything. 

It’s nice to have a friend. 

___

Matt was helping return the favor. It felt weird to bring a boy in the house, my mother was definitely judging. But I needed help. And I liked Matt’s style the first day we talked, plus—who the fuck else was I gonna ask?

“What do you want to wear?” he asks, flipping through the clothes in my closet while peeking his head over his shoulder to look at me sitting on the bed. 

I shrug. “Matt, I don’t know. Maybe something comfy, but like…I don’t know,” I whine, huffing as I roll my eyes. Why did this have to be so difficult? Shawn was probably gonna wear what he always wore—black jeans and a long, loose T-shirt, the ones that always had a sports number on the back. 

“What about this?” Matt pulls out a skirt. 

I immediately shake my head. “Hell no. It’s too windy, I’m not dealing with that.” 

He points, nodding as he shoves the article of clothing back into place before shuffling through more options.

“Hey, um, what even happened that night? You know…with Chris,” he mutters, his voice quieter than before. 

My face scrunches as I think back on the memory. “I don’t even know. He showed up at window at like, 2 in the morning—”

“How did he know it was your window?” Matt asks, cocking his head to the side as he turns to look at me. 

I shake my head quickly. “We made awkward eye contact when he was taking a walk—but that’s not the point. He came here, bribed me to go on a walk—”

“How did he bribe you?” Matt quips. He holds his hands up defensively as I glare at him.

“Trevour, duh.” I state, the obvious information dripping sarcastically as I let out a dramatic sigh, “Then, we went for a walk. It was… nice?” My voice rises almost as if I’m asking a question. Matt nods slowly, his scrunched face unrelenting as I continue to explain, “He gave me an apology. I mean, he didn’t say sorry, but like—well—you know what, I don’t fucking know, okay? All I know is that we came back here but my window had slipped shut. He was gonna sleep on the floor, but he just couldn’t and we were too tired to argue and—”

“And then you cuddled like a married couple?” he cuts in. 

I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth, squinting at him as I cross my leg over the other, resting my hands on my knee. “Matthew, shut the fuck up. I’m going on this date for you—I’d rather lick a toilet seat, fuck a splintered broom, and—”

Matt cuts me off, walking over and shoving clothes into my lap. “What about these?” he asks. 

Looking down towards the fabrics, I purse my lips to the side. Baggy cargos, a tight fitted black long sleeve shirt with lace details, and a maroon bra—

BRA?

“WHY THE FUCK—”

“WAIT SORRY!” he panics, grabbing the bra and throwing it aggressively back into the closet, “I just didn’t wanna hear about you fucking a splintered mop or whatever the fuck so I panicked and I—-I didn’t mean to, I swear!” he shouts, his eyes bulging as he covers his mouth with one of his hands. 

My face relaxes and I swallow thickly. He didn’t mean to, it’s fine. He saw my fucking bra, but it’s fine. 

“You’re lucky we’re friends and I like your dad,” I whisper lowly, my eyes twitching as I inhale a shaky breath, “-or I would slap your man tits so fucking hard they melted off your scrawny fucking chest, you stupid little—”

“Oh my god, wait! This is like—just another level of friendship for us then! Think of it that way,” he says, slapping my arm lightly. 

Is this bitch for real?

“I’m gonna go change in the bathroom,” I announce, stalking off towards the bedroom door. I turn around and point my finger directly at his chest, watching as he gulps. “Don’t touch a thing,” I warn. 

Matt nods quickly, clasping his hands together as he stands deathly still. 

At least he’ll be the only one touching my bra tonight. 

___

It wasn’t awful. 

Burst of colors and history are painted throughout canvases hung on the colossal walls. Matt and Mia had already ventured off. In fact, it didn’t really seem awkward at all. 

It made me smile watching their brief interaction. Matt was being an absolute fool, scratching the back of his neck like a damn dog. Mia, however, was shy, but excited. Apparently she really liked all of this. She loved it even more when she realized Matt would listen to her rant about each masterpiece for hours on end. 

Shawn was fine. It wasn’t anything special, but it wasn’t uncomfortable by any means. I think he could sense my stiffness, being able to understand that whatever we had going on had taken a big step back. 

“How’ve you been? Tessa said you guys haven’t hung out for a while,” he points, his hand swinging obnoxiously between our bodies. I think he was trying to hold my hand without directly asking. And it was fucking annoying.

I rub my lips together as I try to keep my gaze pointed ahead. “Yeah, I guess I just haven’t had much time with the project and all,” I answer. 

That’s a lie. I had time. Honestly, I've been kind of bored recently, but he didn’t need to know that. 

“Shame, we miss you, ya know?” he teases, bumping his shoulder into mine. 

They miss me? 

My body slumps a little more with each step. I see Matt and Mia from the corner of my eye, a smile crawling on my face as I see him utterly infatuated with her presence. Maybe that could be me someday, having someone who wanted to understand the most pointless things about me. 

“Heyyyy,” he waves his hand in front of my face, pulling my attention back to him as I feel my cheeks flush. Damn. I’m like a fucking iPad kid when it came to everything. “If they're too distracting, we can venture off further…you know, just us,” he suggests, his brows lifting on his face as he licks over his lips. 

His face is even pissing me off. Why is he looking at me like that?

“Shawn, I’m still upset with you. You drove drunk,”

“I only had a few drinks, you’re being fuckin’ dramatic,” he interupts, huffing as he rolls his eyes. 

Only a ‘few drinks’ could do a lot of damage. 

I wonder what Chris was like before he lost his mom and his brother. Maybe it was someone like Shawn. Someone so incapable of taking any sort of accountability, someone so… careless. 

Silence sinks into the air. A brush of heavy tension weighs downward as I try to create just the slightest bit more of distance between us. 

“Hey, hey,” he coos, quickly tugging my hand into his before cradling it with his other. I look up at him as he stares down at me, my face twisting as I gaze around us. “I’m sorry, okay? It’s dumb, I know. I just… I guess I just wanted to have fun and make sure you had fun too, alright? That’s all it was, it won’t happen again. Swear,” he says, pulling our hands apart and interlocking our pinkies. 

My eyes squint harder at him before I let out a deep sigh, slowly nodding before retracting my hand back to my own body. At least he’s taking accountability. 

“We’re gonna go get ice cream, you guys wanna come with?” Matt asks, stalking towards us with a stupid smile on his face. My eyes fall down, seeing his hand pulling Mia’s lightly, his thumb swiveling against the back of her palm. Oh, he’s so fucking adorable with her. 

“Nah, go ahead. I’ll drive her back, go have fun,” Shawn answers before even sparring me a singular look. 

Bitch. He’s not even my boyfriend and he’s trying to speak on my behalf. Yeah, this isn’t gonna work. 

“Are you sure…?” Matt’s eyes trail to mine. 

I purse my lips before giving an affirmative nod. They’ll have more fun alone. “Yeah, go ahead. Don’t have too much fun,” I joke, offering a small wave as they walk down the marble flooring, disappearing past a corner. 

The sound of Shawn’s chuckle makes my face furrow, my lips curling into a tight line as I raise my brow at him. “What’s so funny?” I ask

Shrawn shrugs. “Just couldn’t wait to get me alone, could ya?” he teases, playfully wiggling his brows and sparing me a wink. 

I chose this over ice cream? 

___

That date hadn’t ended awful, but definitely not good, either. I was still waiting for Matt to finish up. It had been hours at this point, but I couldn’t find it in myself to be anything but happy for him. 

I didn’t know where else to go. I felt really drained, I just wanted someone to talk to. This was the only thing I could think of. And even though it seemed a bit odd at first, it felt normal, as if this was something that has happened at least twenty times before.

“And then what happened after Matt and Mia left?” Jimmy asks, petting Trevor nuzzled up in his lap as he gives me his full, undivided attention. 

He was more than happy when I showed up knocking at the door. I was just glad it wasn’t Chris who answered. And speaking of, I still didn’t know where he was. Probably in his room or something. 

“Well…” I look up to the ceiling, retracing the memory as I explain, “It wasn’t bad, I guess? We used to, I don’t know—flirt? But he’s just so…I don’t know how to explain it,” I groan, sinking further into the couch. 

Jimmy laughs. “Then what went wrong today? He seems sweet enough, why were you even mad at him?” he asks. 

My eyes scrunch close. I wasn’t gonna tell him that detail. I had already told him too much, definitely more than I should have. 

“I think he was gonna kiss me and I…I don’t know. I just kinda brushed it off and asked him to drive me home and well… here we are,” I sing, covering my face with my hands. 

The old man looks down at Trevor as he rubs the dog’s ears. “Maybe you just gotta get out of your head and give him another chance, kid. Whatever he did, just put it aside and try things out. I mean, thank god for my wife giving me chances. If not, she would’ve left me in the dust when I accidentally got paint in her damn hair,” he breathes out gruffly, laughing dryly at the reminiscent memory. 

A smile climbs on my face as I listen to his tone get softer. The slight joke holds meaning, a lot of meaning. No wonder Matt was so sweet, he knew how to treat a woman. Chris on the other hand? Maybe he did at some point. Definitely not now though. 

“Thanks, Jimmy–”

“What did I say!” he exclaims, standing up and ruffling my hair, “Call me J-Dawg!” 

I shake my head with a vicious laugh. “I’m not calling you that.” 

The man shrugs before stalking off towards the garage. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go fix this damn light switch in the garage, keep Trevor company until Matt gets home, alright?” 

I don’t have time to offer a response as I hear the heavy door click shut. My eyes drift over to the snoozing dog, my heart melting into a puddle as I watch his closed eyes flicker with a vivid dream. 

He could be dreaming of going on a walk—a walk with her, a woman I’ve never met—a woman I’d never get the chance to meet. 

Maybe Chris dreamed of her too. Maybe that was why he didn’t typically sleep well. 

“I need to pee, hold on, Trev.” I announce to the dog, slightly shaking my head at myself. Not only is he a dog, but he’s dead asleep. Did it really matter if I let him know? 

As I start to get up from the couch, I freeze hearing his voice. 

“Why’re you in my house? And why are you telling my dog you need to fuckin’ piss?” 

Chris.