#matthew 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”.

— TAGLIST ★ only the for the pissy girlies, @swiftiolo @sturrrrnslvt @y3sterdaysproblem @mattsbratt333 @dariellemccaul

complete masterlist ★ matt masterlist

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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.”

[whor3ing]

𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝑰𝒕 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 2 | 𝑪.𝑺

Chris Sturniolo! x f!reader

WARNINGS : part two of three, build-up for part three!, lots of dirty talk and degradation, sexting, guiding you through touching yourself, edging, on camera, usage of slut & good girl, “not gonna let you come until i fuck you in every position you wrote about”

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IN WHICH.. You meet Chris Sturniolo at a meet-and-greet, where a seemingly innocent interaction quickly turns into something more backstage. Later that evening, you post about the experience on your Tumblr blog, never expecting that Chris would find it.

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part one -

word count : 4.2k ♡

03 : The Lines We Cross

Chris loved to watch. He always had.

There was something about seeing people’s reactions, their faces when they saw him, how their eyes lit up or how they’d nervously glance away when they thought he wasn’t paying attention.

But it wasn’t just that. It was hearing what people thought, the things they whispered to their friends when they thought no one else was listening, the conversations they had always thought were private. He loved finding those stray comments left in corners of the internet, the ones meant to be secret, buried in obscure threads or hidden behind quiet profiles.

Those were the ones that had always turned him on the most.

The raw, unfiltered thoughts. The fantasies that people felt safe sharing in the quiet anonymity of a post or a comment. The way they imagined him, how they saw him, how they wanted him.

It was a kind of power, knowing how much he affected people without even trying. And it turned him on like nothing else, feeding into a part of him that thrived on attention, even if it was just the private thoughts of strangers.

It was late, and Chris had just finished editing a new video they’d posted. He always liked to check what people thought, maybe it was simply just part of his curiosity, but to him, there was something about seeing how others reacted to him that got under his skin in the best possible way.

He leaned back in his chair, phone in hand, his messy brown hair falling loosely around his face, eyes still bright from hours of work.

His dark hoodie was pulled over his head, the sleeves pushed up to show off the tattoos creeping down his arms. His jawline was sharp, barely shadowed from a day’s worth of stubble, and he ran a hand over his face, rubbing the exhaustion away.

Chris sighed, his thumb already drifting through the familiar apps. He knew these platforms like the back of his hand—each one a rabbit hole he could fall into without thinking twice.

Maybe that was the excitement of it all, the root of the exhibitionist streak he had, the way he could get lost in the endless scroll and always find something new that pulled him even deeper, that exposed parts of him even further.

As he scrolled through Tumblr, he was looking for the usual conversation about the triplets—reactions, gifs, the fiction that people always posted after something new dropped.

He loved that feeling. the way his name popped up all over the place, the way people shared their thoughts with each other in their own little world. It was all intoxicating to Chris, knowing that people were thinking about him, imagining him, even when he wasn’t around.

But what he craved the most was the raw, unfiltered content. The things people didn’t say to his face, the fantasies they kept hidden behind screens.

That was the real goldmine.

His thumb moved lazily as he skimmed through the posts, eyes flicking over the familiar reactions, the endless stream of comments. He’d seen it all before—people gushing about him and his brothers, the usual fanfics filling up the tags.

But then, something caught his eye.

A post buried among the rest, a fanfiction published just last night.

“Say It Again | C.S”

It wasn’t the title that stopped him, though. It was the synopsis :

❝You meet Chris Sturniolo at a meet-and-greet, where a seemingly innocent interaction quickly turns into something more backstage.❞

He stared at the words, his breath catching in his throat. Backstage?

Chris wasn’t new to fanfiction. He’d seen his fair share of wild scenarios, from sweet and fluffy to downright ridiculous.

But something about this one felt, different. A thousand times more personal.

His finger hovered over the post. He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t.

But then again, he always had a habit of doing things he shouldn’t.

With a quick glance around the room—Nick still deep in his own world, Matt’s voice carrying from the kitchen—Chris tapped the post.

Immediately, the fic opened with a familiar scene.

❝The moment you’ve been waiting for, dreamed about, counted to, has finally arrived. Those words echo through your head, but they do nothing to calm the anticipation curling tight in your chest. The feeling is overwhelming, almost suffocating, as you stand amongst the crowd, your eyes scanning the room, your heart hammering harder with each passing second.❞

His heart did a weird little stutter.

Okay. That was normal, right? His fans got nervous around him all the time. He knew that, he was used to it.

Chris continued to scroll, but the next lines made his grip on the phone tighten.

❝So…” he starts, the word drawn out like he’s savoring it. “Why you so nervous all of a sudden? You were calm enough to follow me back here.” His voice drops, quieter now, almost too casual, like he's testing you. “Came all the way back here with me, no hesitation. But now you’re acting like I’m gonna bite your head off or somethin’.❞

Chris inhaled sharply through his nose.

That was real. He had said that.

He remembered the interaction now, the same girl he hadn't been able to stop thinking about for days—the way you had laughed, the way his hand had brushed against yours when he took their phone for a picture.

His pulse thumped as he scrolled further.

❝His voice drops even lower, more deliberate now, like he’s trying to draw you in further with his velvety tone. "You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t expect something to change." You didn’t follow me back just to sit and chat.❞

He leaned forward slightly in his chair, running his fingers through his tousled brown hair, his breath catching as his eyes darted over the post.

His fingers twitched, itching to scroll, but something made him hesitate, his eyes flicked back to the screen, the words sinking in.

He’d read the post over twice, and it still felt too real.

Too familiar.

The way the writer had described it—the setting, the way he touched her, the words he whispered against her skin—it wasn’t just fantasy. It was a memory.

This wasn’t just some random fanfiction about a random encounter backstage,

It was about him,

And it was about you—the girl he had taken backstage with him.

His chest tightened as his mind replayed those moments: the look in your eyes when you followed him, the way your body had responded when he had leaned in just a little too close.

He swallowed hard, his pulse hammering in his ears.

He thought about that night more than he’d ever admit. How things had escalated in a way he hadn’t expected, until it was already far too late and his fingers had already slid inside of you.

It was as if he could feel everything again, now, through your writing.

The feeling of you against his fingers and the taste of you on his tongue, the words he had whispered in your ear, the way your breath had caught in your throat when the voices of both Matt and Nick had gotten too close behind the closed door.

The post was an exact reflection of that energy, only this time, it was laid bare for anyone to see. The casual mention of everything that wasn’t supposed to happen—it was a perfect summary of how it felt to be backstage with him, how it felt to be his for just a few moments.

But it wasn’t just the words that were affecting him.

It was the way the whole thing had been written, the details that only someone who had been there could know.

And damn, it turned him on. The way you had captured it all, the tension, the rawness, the way you made it sound like he was desperate, wanting more from you than he would ever admit.

He could practically feel the heat of your body next to his, it felt like he was with you all over again, his fingers buried deep inside of you and his tongue against yours.

Every word pulled him further into the scene. And the thought of you putting it all out there, writing it for the world to see, it made him ache for you all over again.

His grip on his phone tightened, his breath coming quicker.

He shouldn’t be this turned on by it, but he was. The way you wrote about him, about that night, about what he had done to you, it was overwhelming.

Chris licked his lips, shifting slightly in his chair, he could feel his erection growing with every word, every piece of dialogue you had written.

His mind raced with the possibilities—had you written this for yourself? For your followers?

Or had you known, deep down, that he would find it?

His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he exhaled sharply, fingers hesitating over the keyboard. He could ignore it, pretend he never saw it. But that wasn’t going to happen.

Instead, he clicked your profile. And started reading more.

Your blog was a mix of reblogs, random thoughts, and text posts that made him smirk. But beneath all that, there were more. More fiction. More posts. More words that you had written—about him.

Some posts were vague, little snippets of thoughts, things you wanted, things you imagined.

Others? They were just like the first one. Detailed. Explicit. And all about him.

Fuck.

He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but it sure as hell wasn’t this.

The way you described him, the things you wanted him to do to you—it was like you had cracked open his skull and pulled the thoughts straight from his own head. It was addicting to him, the way you saw him, the way you wrote about him like he was something to be devoured.

Chris dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply as he felt his body fill with absolute heat. His chest was tight, his jaw locked.

The worst part, or the best part—was that you had no idea he was reading this. That he was sitting here, taking in every filthy word you had written with his name on your tongue.

And he wasn’t just reading. He was remembering everything about you.

Chris let out a low breath, his pulse hammering in his ears as he scrolled further, devouring every little piece of you that you had left behind.

Did you have any idea what you were doing to him?

Did you know how badly he wanted to ruin you all over again?

His cock throbbed at the thought, pressing hard against the fabric of his sweats, his other hand drifting to hold the outline of his bulge with his hand.

Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to get to him like this, but it did.

His grip on his phone tightened, fingers flexing against the cool metal as he exhaled sharply. He could keep scrolling, keep reading, keep getting lost in the way you saw him, how you imagined him. But that wasn’t enough. Not anymore.

Chris wasn’t just some idea in your head. He wasn’t just a fantasy to be written about and reblogged.

He was real, and you had already felt that once.

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, jaw tightening as his free hand dragged over his thigh, a slow exhale leaving him.

He needed more.

His thumb hovered over the message button, pulse roaring in his ears.

This was a line he shouldn’t cross. He knew that.

But he had already crossed it, hadn’t he? That day, backstage, the moment he had slipped his fingers inside of you. Besides, he wasn't done with you—not even close.

And now, after reading all of this—seeing how much you wanted him, how much you still thought about him—how the fuck was he supposed to stop himself?

04: Anonymous Desire

You were lying in bed, the soft hum of traffic outside the window blending with the distant sounds of the city night. The warmth of your comforter cocooned you, and your body felt heavy, unwinding after the long, tiring day.

You were in an oversized T-shirt, the fabric soft against your skin, and a pair of cotton shorts that barely brushed the tops of your thighs. It was comfortable, casual—exactly what you needed to relax. Your feet were bare, the cool sheets brushing against your skin.

Your phone rested in your hand, the screen lighting up briefly as you scrolled through your Tumblr feed. A few reblogs, some random posts, the usual stuff.

The low sound of a car engine echoed through the window, mingling with the distant beeps of a passing horn. You were half-zoning out when your phone buzzed with a notification.

You didn’t expect much. Probably just a random follower or an anonymous ask.But then you saw the message.

No name, no profile picture—just a strange, anonymous account.

You almost didn’t open it, figuring it was a bot. But your curiosity got the better of you, and you swiped to reveal the message.

Anonymous: I can’t believe you fucking shared this with the world. Couldn’t get me off your mind, could you?

Anonymous: Guess you just had to tell everyone how bad you wanted me.

Your stomach dropped as your eyes flew over the words, your heart skipping a beat. You couldn’t believe what you were reading. For a moment, you just stared at the screen, your fingers frozen.

What the hell?

Your mind raced as you tried to make sense of it. The words were rough, almost familiar, but that was impossible.

You felt a cold shiver run down your spine.

There was no way.

No fucking way he would have seen it.

You took a breath, almost too afraid to reply; but your fingers moved before you could think it through.

Who is this? you typed, your heart hammering in your chest.

You: "Is this some kind of joke?"

You stared at your phone, waiting for a response. Each second felt like an eternity, your pulse quickening with the uncertainty of it all.

You thought about ignoring it, maybe blocking the account, but something in the back of your mind stopped you. You couldn’t shake the feeling that this message, rough and degrading as it was, meant something more.

Finally, the screen lit up again.

Anonymous: You really don’t recognize me? Been thinking about me so much and still can’t figure it out? Fuckin' pathetic.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you froze, reading the words over and over, trying to make sense of them. The message felt so real. Too real. Your stomach churned as the pieces started to fall into place.

No. It couldn’t be.

You swallowed hard, trying to calm the racing thoughts in your head. This is insane, you told yourself. It’s not him. It can’t be. But the more you read, the more familiar it felt. The way the words twisted, the tone, no one else had known that this was real. No one but Chris.

Chris: Couldn’t stop thinking about me, could you? Had to share it, let everyone know how bad you wanted me, huh?

Your mind was racing now, his touch, the way he had tasted you on his tongue, the way he’d made you feel. It wasn’t that you hadn’t already thought about it before—it was just that now, with his words hanging in the air, everything felt different.

You: Chris?

You typed the name quickly, pressing send before you can even second guess yourself.

It felt almost like a whisper, though you were alone in your room.

You stared at the screen, waiting. Your heart racing in your chest, each second feeling like it stretched on forever. The silence in the room was suffocating, the hum of the traffic outside almost drowned out by the pounding of your own pulse in your ears.

Your phone lit up again.

Chris: Took you long enough to figure it out. Thought you’d be smarter than that.

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, a wave of heat rushing over you as the realization settled in. It was him. Chris.

He had somehow found your post, found you.

You couldn’t breathe. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream or just throw your phone across the room. Your fingers hovered over the screen, unsure of what to type next.

What do you even say to this?

But before you could stop yourself, another message popped up.

Chris: You think I wouldn’t see it? You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to see how badly you were thinking about me.

Your fingers hovered above the screen, your heart still hammering in your chest. You knew now.

It was Chris.

The way he spoke, the words he used, the way he knew exactly what had happened, there was no denying it.

You swallowed hard, trying to compose yourself.

You: How did you find it?

The question left your fingers without thinking, the curiosity mixed with fear and something else you didn’t want to admit.

You waited, staring at the screen, unsure of what to expect next. The seconds stretched on, each one feeling like an eternity. Then, finally, his reply came through.

Chris: How? You really didn’t think I’d find it? Thought you’d be smarter than that, huh? You’re not the only one who knows how to look around.

Your breath caught in your throat, and before you could process his words, the next message hit you like a wave.

Chris: You have no fuckin' idea how turned on I am right now. God, you’re still fucking mine, my fucking slut

Chris: I bet you're soaked right now, aren't you? You can’t stop thinking about me, can you?

Chris: Well, if it’s eating at you that much, I think I should help you with that, shouldn't I?

His words dripped with a dangerous kind of confidence, making you even more soaked. He knew exactly how to make your heart race and your thoughts scatter.

There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. Just him, giving you a choice he knew you couldn't say no to. Chris' next messages came through quick, each one more demanding than the last.

Chris: I want you to tell me what you’re wearing right now. I need to know.

You: I’m wearing a shirt and shorts...

Chris: A shirt and shorts? That’s cute, baby

Chris: I want you to take them off. Now, do it for me and tell me when you have.

You feel your heart race as you pull your long, over-sized shirt over your head, letting it fall onto the floor over the edge of your bed, doing just as he asked. You sigh leaning back into your pillows and resting your phone onto your tits as your fingers trail down against your body, your fingertips finding the waistband of your cotton shorts,slowly pulling them down to your ankles.

You slide them off of your body, leaving them at the edge of your bed as you reach your hand back up to your phone, texting him to let him know that you have.

Chris: Good girl. Take off your panties.

You bite your lip, a rush of excitement flooding your body as your hand slides down to your panties. You slide your fingers along the elastic waistband, slowly pulling them down your legs. As they hit the floor, you quickly text Chris to let him know you've done as he asked.

Chris: Now, show me. Send me a picture of yourself, just like that.

You feel a thrill run through you as you grab your phone again, your fingers trembling slightly with excitement as you open the camera app.

Laying back down, you position the phone just right, your legs parted slightly as you trace your fingers over your bare skin, your soaked pussy on full display for him. You make sure the shot captures just enough, from your hips, to your breasts, to your slick folds, the soft glow of the light accentuating your exposed body.

Your breath is shallow as you press send, waiting for his response.

It's been less than a minute when your phone buzzes with a notification. You hesitate for a moment before opening the message, your pussy completely soaked with anticipation and desire, all for him.

Chris: That’s what I like to see. You’re such a good fuckin' slut for me, always listening so good..

Chris : Fuck..ma, that sloppy pretty pussy—god I should've just filled you up with them right outside that stupid fuckin' door.

Chris: You're such a slutty tease. Now play with those pretty tits for me.

It's almost like you can hear him groaning in your ears again, like you can hear him whispering all of this filth straight in your ears all over again. The memory alone has heat pooling in your stomach, has your breath coming out uneven as you reach for your phone with shaky fingers.

You prop it up in front of you, angling the camera just right—just enough to put your body on display for him for when you send this to him.

Your skin is flushed, your lips slightly parted as you hesitate for only a second before pressing record. The red light blinks back at you, and it feels dangerous, feels dirty, but you don’t stop, you've wanted him for so long now, that you can't.

You reach up, slowly pulling down your shirt, revealing your perfect breasts to the camera. You cup them both in your hands, gently squeezing and massaging them as you watch yourself on the screen, pretending he's watching you, live.

The texts on the other end of the phone fall silent for a moment, Chris' words coming to a halt, probably because his hands are occupied, rubbing against his bulge as he closes his eyes, imagining you.

You can't help but let out a small moan as you continue to play with your own tits, your fingers slick with your own saliva tracing circles around your hardened nipples.

You know if Chris was there he would massage them too, his hands pulling at your skin, rubbing against their shape as he looked up at you.

The thought sends shivers down your spine. You can almost feel his breath on your neck, his other hand roaming lower, cupping your ass, maybe gliding along your hips all while his tongue twirls around your nipples.

Your fingers continue to tease your nipples, rolling them between your thumbs and forefingers as you imagine Chris' touch, while you watch yourself in the reflection of the camera.

Your phone buzzes with a notification, the sound making you glance up to the top of your screen.

Chris: Are you fuckin' doing it for me..? hmm... my pretty writer?

Chris: Rub that pretty pussy for me baby, cmon show me how needy you are, all for me, think about how it felt when it was my hands on that clit.. when it was my touch driving you insane instead of your own.

Your heart races as you obey his command, sliding your fingers down your stomach slowly, feeling every inch of your own body.

Whimpering, your hands move down your body, gliding against your inner thighs, skimming along the skin of your abdomen.

You gasp as your hands dip lower, feel the wetness of your pussy against your fingertips. You start to rub your clit, circling it gently at first, then harder and faster as your hands explore your slick folds.

You moan loudly, your back arching as you push your hips forward, seeking more contact with your fingers as you watch yourself on the screen.

Chris: God I wish I could hear you ma.. slip those fuckin' fingers in there and rub that slutty pussy at the same time for me..

You feel yourself whimper as your fingers push into your cunt, the walls of your soaking wet pussy convulsing around them, squeezing your fingers tight.

The slick sounds fill your quiet room, mixing with your ragged breaths, the camera catching it all.

Your free hand grips the sheets, knuckles turning white as you slowly fuck yourself open to his instructions, curling your fingers just right to skim along your g-spot, just the way you imagine he would.

Your eyes flutter shut, and in your mind, it’s not your fingers—it’s his. His long, thick vein-covered fingers stretching you open, his voice low and taunting in your ear, just as it was when he fucked you with his fingers backstage that day.

Your fingers continue to fill up your cunt when your phone vibrates again, Chris' anonymous profile filling the top of the screen with his next message.

You close out of the camera app, ending the video as your eyes scan over his messages.

Chris: So fucking desperate for me, huh?

Chris: I should've fuckin' made you suck this cock when I had you, could've left all of my come on your tongue, on your tits.. I fuckin' need you again, I need to fuck open that sweet pussy of yours ..

Your phone buzzes beside you, the screen lighting up with a new message. You don’t stop—can’t stop—your fingers still buried deep inside yourself as you reach for it with your free hand. The second you open it, a sharp gasp slips past your lips.

Chris fucking Sturniolo.

The picture loads slowly, teasingly, and when it finally appears, your breath catches in your throat. His hand—those hands—are the first thing you notice.

Big, veiny, the tendons flexing as he holds his phone, his fingers curled just enough to remind you of how they’d feel wrapped around your throat, gripping your hips, stretching you open.

Your eyes drift lower, taking in the his chest—bare, toned, his skin smooth except for the faintest dusting of hair trailing down his stomach. His abs are sharp, defined, every muscle visible under the dim lighting.

Chris: This what you wanted?

Your fingers falter, slowing inside your dripping cunt as you stare at the message, at the picture. Your breath is uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly, but you can’t look away. His hands, his chest, his abs—he looks so fucking good, and he knows it.

Your thumb hovers over the keyboard, mind racing for something to say, something that won’t make you sound as desperate as you feel. But before you can type a response, another message pops up.

Chris: Fucking slut

A shaky breath leaves you, thighs instinctively pressing together, your hand inside of your pussy slowing, barely moving inside of you.

He’s right. He has to know he’s right. Because you are—dripping, your fingers slick and sticky from how turned on you are.

Your free hand tightens in the sheets, frustration and need burning under your skin. He’s teasing you, making you squirm uncontrollably, and you hate how easily he does it, how easily he gets under your skin, makes you fall apart with just a picture and a few words.

But two can play at that game.

Your pulse pounds in your ears as you scroll through your camera roll, your thumb hesitating for only a second before tapping on the video—the one you’d recorded earlier, the one where you had put yourself on full display, fucking yourself to his directions.

The read receipt pops up almost instantly.

And then—

Chris: Fuck.

A smirk tugs at your lips, satisfaction curling in your stomach. You type back, fingers still trembling.

You: This what you wanted?

Your body is on fire, as your fingers move inside of you faster, your walls tightening around them as you fuck yourself to the thought of him, to the way you know he’s watching that video over and over, stroking himself to the sight of you falling apart.

Your phone vibrates again, another message from him lighting up your screen.

Chris: Bet you're close..huh? my naughty fuckin' girl.

Your fingers slow, your body trembling on the edge, so fucking close it hurts. You’re right there, so close to falling apart when your phone buzzes again.

Another message.

Chris: Don’t fucking cum.

Your breath hitches, a frustrated whimper slipping from your lips. Your body protests, thighs clenching, every muscle screaming for release.

Chris: Unless you wanna do it alone.

Fuck.

Your fingers freeze inside yourself, your chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.

He’s toying with you, toying with your soaking pussy, dragging this out, making you suffer—and you hate how much you love it.

Chris: Be a good girl and stop touching that pretty pussy unless you want me to make you wait even longer, unless you never want me to help you recreate all of those fucking stories, baby.

Another buzz.

Chris: And if you keep touching yourself like you don’t belong to me, I'll know and i'll never let you fuckin' come.

Chris: That would be such a fuckin’ shame, that sweet pussy all pent up and i won’t let you come until we live out all of those posts—until i fuck you in every scenario you wrote about while i read them to you.

Your blurry vision shifts to your phone, your fingers sliding out of your clenched pussy, your stomach flipping as a new message appears. But it’s not words this time.

It’s a location, an invitation.

An address.

I'm so sorry for adding another part but I got another idea & wanted to incorporate more smut in the next part

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

thank you for reading ! ♡

lowkey might rewrite, feeling emo asf rn & rushed this

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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

[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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[oopsiedaisydeer]

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

…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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[sturniqloo]

° RULES WERE MEANT TO BE BROKEN °

( 1 )

pairing: Matt Sturniolo and fem!reader (best friends brother)

in which: Matt knows you very well,maybe even too much for your liking,but he should be off limits...

~warnings: nicknames,flirting,mentions of kissing..nothing much honestly,English is NOT my first language!~

The thoughts screaming through your head as you found yourself in Matt Sturniolo’s dimly lit bedroom. At this point you couldn't even remember why you came here at first place,your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. The air was thick with tension, a charged silence hanging between you two as he leaned against his desk, arms crossed, that knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as his words snapped you out of your thoughts.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, love." Matt murmured, his voice low, teasing.

You swallowed hard, shifting on your feet. "I’m just—Nick wanted me to grab his charger."

Matt raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying your excuse. "And yet, here you are, standing in my room like you’re waiting for something."

You weren’t sure how you had gotten here, not really. One second, you were hanging out with Nick, your best friend since childhood, and the next, you had found yourself wandering into forbidden territory—Matt’s orbit. He had always been off-limits, an unspoken rule enforced by your friendship with his brother. But rules had never stopped the way your stomach twisted every time he looked at you like that.

Like he was looking at you now.

Matt pushed off the desk, closing the space between you in slow, deliberate steps. Your breath hitched as he reached out, his fingers grazing your arm, featherlight.

"You sure you don’t want something else?" he asked, voice laced with something dark and enticing.

Your throat went dry. You should leave. You should turn around and walk out of his room before you did something you couldn’t take back.

But then Matt reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering just a little too long.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he admitted, his breath warm against your skin.

A shiver ran down your spine. "I do?"

He hummed, tilting his head. "You think I don’t notice the way you look at me? Like you’re trying so hard not to want this."

Your pulse roared in your ears. "Matt—"

He cut you off with a smirk, his fingers trailing down your arm until they reached your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you don’t…" His eyes searched yours, dark and full of promises.

You hesitated for only a moment before making the choice that had been lingering at the back of your mind for far too long.

You didn’t tell him to stop.

Instead, you closed the distance, your lips crashing into his in a kiss that was long overdue, full of the tension you had both been holding back for years.

His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a desperation that matched your own.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered—not Nick, not the consequences, not the fact that this was a line you shouldn’t cross.

Because some rules were meant to be broken.

author's note: this is gonna be part one of this story,i was thinking of making it an au but not sure yet,we'll see,sorry guys if it's not the best and yes i know its short,i apologize if there's any grammar mistakes lmao,this is little special for celebrating 300 of you following me all this times and being with me! thank you alll sooso much i really love and appreciate every each of you.send me more requests if you have any and lmk what you think of this one,the next part is cooking for after. ♡

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[mattsbratt333]

Does anyone know how to get rid of the “filter/guidelines” for character a.i

[sturnfein]

unpopular opinion i'm getting bored of smut they all sound the same

[chrepsi]

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

[angelicckisses]

ROUGH BACKSHOTS FROM MATT

warnings; !SMUT! that’s pretty much it lol

strings of moans fall from your lips as Matt’s hip thrust against the skin of your bare ass. You can’t do anything but moan and whimper like a bitch in heat as he pounds into you from behind.

His rough hand coming up to grab your hair into a make-shift ponytail, pulling your hair back and leaning forward to mark your neck with his mouth.

Kissing and sucking on the flesh greedily with his chest pressed against your back as he continued his assault on your neck.

“keep making those pretty noises, baby..”

He pulled away and continued to thrust into you with force, occasional groans falling from his lips as he pushed your head into the pillow.

Your moans grow louder as his tip repeatedly abuses your sweet spot, the knot in your belly tightening.

”f-fuckk—— you’re so t-tight, mama.” matt practically growled. His cock slid in and out of you faster as he felt his own release coming, you gripped onto the bed sheets tighter, a whine falling from you lips as Matt’s hand came down, slapping against the flesh of your ass. the sting hurting so good.

“m’gonna c-cum!” you practically scream out. “yeah? you gonna cum?,” “go ahead, cum f’me, baby.” and with that, the knot in your belly snaps.

He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting deep into you with another groan as he finally releases, white spurts of his warm cum filling you.

He remains like that for a few more seconds before collapsing on top of you with heavy pants. moving your hair out of the way to sweetly kiss the nape of your nape.

“mmm..you did so good f’me, gorgeous..”

[whor3ing]

HELLO I LOVE U ALL SM HOLY SHIT I HAVENT EVEN BEEN HERE FOR A FULL MONTH THIS IS CRAZY

ofc the final part of say it again will be out soon too !

… new series may be in the works

thank you all so much for the love, i appreciate you more than you could ever know,

meow

[mattybsgroupie]

— milk ★ matt sturniolo

— CONTENTS: established relationship; nipple play/boob sucking; mommy kink; BREASTFEEDING kink; pregnant!reader; sub!matt

— NOTES: this was highly requested and im ngl, it’s definitely one of my favorite kinks! however, i know it’s still a taboo so please if you don’t like it, DON’T READ IT. i might get criticized a lot for writing this, but remember this is fanfiction. it’s a fetish, a fantasy. none of this is real. it’s just a story — and i hope you enjoy it as much as i did! ♡ but if i get cancelled im gonna deactivate and you’ll never see me again! mwah!

“you are so pretty” matt said as he plopped down next to you, snuggling closer. “you’re glowing, seriously. you look amazing” he complimented you as he caressed your face with his thumb, the coarse skin of his fingertips rubbing against your soft cheeks.

matt always dreamed of being a father. when he first heard the news, he fell down to his knees. he immediately wrapped his arms around your hips, nuzzling his face on your tummy before kissing it over and over again, whispering a bunch of thank yous. although matt was filled with joy, he couldn’t help himself. he had his hands all over you — he would even lift your belly so your back would stop hurting. matt was simply mesmerized by the sight of you carrying his babies.

his hands travelled down your body, stopping by your round, prominent tummy. matt was gentler now that the girls had started kicking, as if they could actually feel his touch. the only thing he wouldn’t go easy on were your tits — he never did. right now, matt found himself squeezed between your spreaded legs, trying hard to hold his weight up so he wouldn’t hurt you, both knees against the soft cushioned sofa. his left palm had quickly moved to your chest while he kissed your neck, nibbling your sensitive skin between his teeth. 

“matt… don’t squeeze them too hard” you sighed when matt increased the pressure of the massage. he hesitated for a second, removing his hand and pulling away from your skin. matt’s baby blue orbs flickered between your lips and your breasts, “did it work?!”

you chuckled at his eagerness, adjusting your back on the couch and allowing him to lay by your side. “better than i had expected” you said, taking the strap of your nightgown in between your fingers, teasing him. “turns out i don’t really have to pump that much because it started flowing pretty easily, so i guess it’s gonna come out with some suction”

matt’s usually determined, dominant gaze altered to a soft, mesmerized one. he couldn’t really find the words, choosing instead to smash his lips against yours in a deep, wet kiss. a moan escaped from the back of your throat as you felt matt’s boner poking against your thigh, him biting your lower lip before opening a satisfied grin. “i really fucked a baby inside you didn’t i?” he spoke, more to himself than to you. he was so proud of his own accomplishment, and he needed to hear it from you. “i love you so much, my beautiful, beautiful wife”

“all yours” you whispered, sealing your lips together on a quick pack. matt’s touches were soft again, his index motioning in circles against your hardened nipple through the fabric of your dress. “turned you into a real mama hm?” he said, trying to keep a tough-guy persona, but you knew this wouldn’t last long.

matt continued speaking to himself, admiring your figure. “making milk and everything” he mumbled under his breath, fully squeezing your tit. 

“my mama” there it was. you smiled at him, ruffling his hair. “yeah? my good boy made me a true mama?” you continued to feel his hard-on pressing against you, his hips slightly moving. 

“i need it” matt’s parted lips begged as he felt his cock twitching inside his pants, puppy, pleading eyes making it harder for you to say no. “please, i need it so bad. please i’ve been a good boy” he continued. “i wanna taste you so bad, mama���

you unconsciously bit the flesh of your cheeks, trying to look unbothered. deep down, you wanted this just as much “go slow, prince”. as soon as you gave matt permission, he pulled your dress down, revealing your full, swollen breasts. they hurt often, even before you were pregnant, and matt always helped you to get rid of the soreness. he dragged his tongue on your boob, circling your nub with the wet muscle before latching his lips around your nipple. 

matt closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before sucking — just like he always did. after a few seconds, small droplets of milk landed against his tongue, the surprisingly mild taste taking over his mouth, brain and body. matt pulled away for a second, letting your tit hang loose “you…” he babbled, swallowing the liquid. once again, matt wasn’t able to form a proper sentence, getting distracted by the tiny strand of milk dripping from your nipples.

“fuck you’re leaking so much” matt mumbled, quickly latching on your chest. he wans’t gonna waste a drop. “nhng— ‘m gon’ have to take care of this while” matt spoke as he tried to swallow the sudden spurts of milk coming. “while our babies don’t come huh?” 

“gonna have to keep your mouth in my boobs all day aren’t you?” you cooed, causing matt to nod desperately. his grip and suction got faster, followed by the sudden rutting of his crotch against your bare thigh. matt was far gone now, mindlessly humping, trying to reach his high. you could be mean and make him stop — but the poor boy was enjoying it so much. it really felt like his first time all over again, the desperation, the neediness, the loud, wet noises filling the room. 

“seems like you’re the one behaving like a baby now” you said, gently pulling his hair so he’d look at you. “having my milkies and cumming inside your pants? little virgin boys do that” matt groaned at the humiliation, the sweet, warm tone of your voice making it even harder for him to hold back. “mama— please” he managed to speak. “not… not a baby!”

“oh? aren’t you?” you continued the teasing, “then i guess you don’t need this am i right?” you grabbed your own tit, pulling it away from matt.

“no! i do! i need it so bad mama, please let me cum… wan’ be your good boy” matt pouted, begging to keep sucking. “that’s what i thought” you said, letting go of his hair. “be a good boy and cum in your pants for me”.

matt suckled harder than he ever did, trying to get out everything he could. actually, he was probably trying to milk you dry, just so that your tits would need his mouth again. his body tensed before he bucked his hips forward, a sudden warm taking over his boxer as the thick, sticky spurt came out of his slit, filling his underwear with cum.

matt stopped and sighed deeply, letting his body fall flat next to you. “you ruined my dress” you teased, looking at the milk stains on the fabric. “i’ll do the laundry anyways” he chuckled, still coming back from his high. “buy more. i’m gonna ruin all of them”. 

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[sweetshuga]

MS ✰ String you out ✧ CS

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Warnings⚠︎ Smut!, Suggestive remarks!, strong language!, threesome!, size kink, lowkey breeding kink, pet names, p in v, dp, unprotected sex (do not), oral (m! receiving), squirting, vibe, slight intoxication (but full consent), etc.

Word count. 3k

Note. English is not my first language! Not proofread!

Psa. Matt refers to reader as "pretty" and Chris refers to reader as "ma", just so you don't get confused with the dialogues.

Sum. Everything goes south when you show up at the campus Halloween party in a tiny black witch costume; becoming their prey for the night.

You weren’t prepared when your best friend came knocking at your door with a big duffle bag, trying to convince you to come to the annual Halloween party, but you had already decided to stay in your dorm room and continue doing your assignments.

"C’mon, don’t be like that, I even bought us matching costumes," she stepped inside, letting you close the door behind her. "I can help you do your make-up, please?" Your friend begged, plopping down on your bed. You sighed and rubbed your temple, "I told you already, I’m not going, that Halloween party will probably be just like a frat one and you know how I am about frat parties."

Your friend crossed her arms with raised eyebrows, "no, it won’t be like a frat party, but I guess there’ll be those fraternity guys there since you know... Campus party, everyone’s gonna be there–" you cut her off, "except for me," causing her to collapse back onto your bed.

"Pretty please?" She pleaded again, jutting her bottom lip out dramatically, making you laugh. "No, like I said–" she cut you off with a groan, "c’mooon, Halloween happens only once a year..." her voice trailed off as a grin made its way onto her lips, "if you go this once, I won’t bug you again, like I promise I won’t ask you to come to frat parties with me."

You couldn’t help but be tempted with the deal, clearing your throat as you looked at her, "you serious?" She nodded vigorously, "yeah, I am, I am dead serious, so? will you?" You sighed and nodded, eliciting a happy "yay" from her.

She immediately spilled the contents from her huge duffel bag, tons of make-up products and two matching witch costumes. You picked one up, inspecting it. The costume was incredibly short and could almost pass off as a long shirt.

"Are you serious? This is what you picked?" She gave you a deadpanned look, "it’s Halloween! You know what they say, the only time of the year to be as slutty as you want." She nudged your arm, grinning, "plus I bet guys would go nuts when they see you in this."

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Your friend helped you with your make-up, and as you looked in the mirror, you felt like you were someone else, in a good way. The costume was short, but it made you feel a bit more confident than usual. The black heel boots you had lying around – that you’ve been wanting to wear for so long – seemed to match the vibe of the dress.

The long sleeves and overall style of the costume had already started to grow on you. "Not too bad," you said as you curled your hair, "yeah? told you so," your friend grinned triumphantly, making you roll your eyes in a playful manner.

The moment you arrived at the party, your ears immediately rang at the loud music, "fuck, why is it so loud here?" you shouted to your friend, trying to get your words across the short distance, but the music drowned out your voice.

"It’s always this loud, you’re just not used to it, c’mon, let’s get drinks!" She dragged you towards the table of drinks, expertly weaving through the crowd. Alcohols that you didn’t even know the names of were stacked in an oddly neat way along with soft drinks, water and way too many solo cups.

A girl standing by the table, dressed as the grinch, offered to make you and your friend drinks, halloween specials. As you were sipping on your drink, you noticed a pair of guys, almost identical looking.

"Holy fuck, you know who they are?" you nudged your friend, jerking your head at the direction of the guys dressed as vampires. She followed your gaze and looked at them, "yeah?" she chuckled, "you don’t?" Shaking your head as you kept your gaze on the guys, unable to take it off of them.

"Of course you don’t, you’re always buried in schoolwork," she clicked her tongue, "they’re quite famous around campus you know?" You let out a huff, taking another big gulp of your drink, groaning at the burn of the mixed alcohols. "So? Who are they?"

"The one with the cap is Chris and the one that doesn’t have a cap is Matt, obviously, they’re identical triplets, but I don’t think Nick’s here today." You let out an "oh" sound of understanding before you took another sip of your drink.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl," your friend shrugged, telling you all she knew about them, "yeah... couldn’t care less, c’mon let’s just dance or something," you said pulling your friend away from the table of drinks and onto the dance floor. You couldn’t help but feel interested despite your words.

After one too many drinks and a few stolen glances later, you found yourself in a bathroom, two pairs of hands roaming over your body while you shared a kiss with one of the guys—the one with the cap.

The other one kissed your neck, trailing it down to your collarbone and leaving love bites there before going back to your neck. The one with the cap broke the kiss, "you know our names ma?" He breathed out, "uh... you’re Chris, and he’s Matt, right?" you asked hesitantly, the slight intoxication making your mind a jumbled up mess.

"Mhm—bingo, pretty," Matt whispered, his lips grazing just under your earlobe, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as they continued to kiss and caress your body, your body reacting to every word and touch from them, making their faces light up with smirks.

Their fake fangs nipped at your skin, causing you to gasp softly each time. "Say, let’s go to a more comfortable place?" Chris suggested, "Yeah, can’t really do much in a bathroom," Matt chuckled as he added.

They led you out of the bathroom and weaved through the crowd of people dancing. You tried to find your friend to tell her you were going but you couldn't find her in the crowd. Suddenly, you got a message and a photo from her apologizing saying that she was gonna head home with her boyfriend since it was getting late. How convenient.

You sighed and let the guys lead you out of the party, your costume rode up ever so slightly as you tried to balance on the heel boots in your slightly tipsy state. You were very much aware of your surroundings and the two fellas, dressed as vampires, leading you towards their car.

"Where are we going?" You asked, a bit puzzled but willing. Matt and Chris both chuckled in unison at your confused state, "oh yeah, we’re gonna go to our place, you mind?" Chris asked as he looked back at you, "I mean, if you don’t feel comfortable with that, we could always hit up a hotel," Matt shrugged.

You hummed, looking back and forth between them before making your decision, "no, yeah, i’m good with your place," they both visibly relaxed and grinned, "alright then, hop in, pretty," Matt said as he opened the backseat door.

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The drive to their place was fairly fast, accompanied by small talks and laughter, but that quickly turned into heated kisses and breathy moans once you got inside their house. Stumbling into one of their rooms, they started to strip you out of the skimpy costume.

Gently pushing you on the bed before they started to strip themselves, your gaze raked over their bodies as you waited on the bed, biting your lip in anticipation. Once they were matching you in nakedness, they sat on either side of you, starting to lavish attention to your body once again.

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful ma, so fucking beautiful," Chris murmured against the swell of your breast, "mhm... so pretty" Matt whispered an agreement in your ear before kissing along your jawline, his hand caressing your body, slowing inching down to cup your mound.

You hissed softly when his fingers made in contact with your swollen clit, slick with arousal, and throbbing for attention. The brothers quickly picked up on your growing need and desperation as they saw just how wet you had become.

Your folds glistened in the dim light of the bedside lamp, the obvious need evident in your tone when Chris plunged a finger inside your tight heat. "Fu—ck," you moaned softly, your breathing a lot more ragged now that he was moving his digit in and out of you, slipping in a second finger and smirking at how you seemed to suck in his fingers.

"Someone’s eager," Matt chuckled, his voice a bit deeper than usual, betraying his arousal. The pads of his fingers started to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting slightly louder moans from you.

The feeling was already so pleasurable, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol making you feel more than usual or just the brothers themselves, either way you knew you were incredibly turned on.

They adjusted your position, easily manhandling you, but their touch was gentle– almost tender if you will. The new position gave them more to work with. You were on your hands and knees and they stood on their knees on either side of you, still squeezing and caressing every inch of skin they could touch.

They were big – huge even – it made you feel a bit nervous. They were easily 10", and who knows how thick, standing tall and proud. You gulped softly when Chris gripped your hip with one hand and led his length towards your aching pussy. The tip of his cock slid up and down your slit, making you whine and push back against him.

They chuckled at your needy gestures and sounds, "you’re so responsive ma, ’s intoxicating," Chris emphasized his words with a slap on your ass, causing you to jolt and whine, his hand gently caressing the reddening skin.

Matt, being the one in front of you, caressed your cheek and made you look up at him by lifting your face by your jaw. Smirking when he saw the desperation in your eyes, "what’s up pretty? Can’t handle a little teasing?" He spoke with faux sympathy, making you all the more desperate.

Before you could open your mouth to speak, you felt the sudden stretch, causing you to move forward—trying to get away from the sensation, only to be held in place by two pairs of hands. Chris clicked his tongue, "relax ma," his hands squeezed your ass, sinking his fingers in your plush flesh as he moved forward, filling you completely.

"Oh fu—ck, Chris too big–" your moans got muffled when Matt fed you his length, groaning at the sensation of your mouth on him and the vibrations from your moans as Chris took you from behind.

Chris’ pupils dilated when he saw the way your ass recoiled against his hips with each deep and slow thrust, he gripped your hips tighter and surged forward with increasing fervor. The force of it pushed you forward, each thrust making you involuntarily deepthroat Matt, making them both groan at the pleasure.

Chris suddenly pulled out, and stood up, "I think I’ve got something nice." Matt chuckled when he understood what Chris implied and pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. You looked at them confused, feeling empty and still aching with need.

A few minutes later, Chris came back with a vibrator and a bottle of lube in hand. You blinked rapidly as your gaze flickered between the brothers, making them chuckle, "don’t worry pretty, we’ll make you feel good, ’promise." Chris sat on the bed behind you, getting in position again.

"Alright ma, up," he playfully slapped your ass before helping you back in the position you were in moments ago, but this time you were facing Chris with Matt behind you. Your moans filled the room once again when Matt entered you, stretching you deliciously.

Your moans were quickly muffled by Chris’ cock, which you eagerly let in your mouth, and the pleasure was already bordering on too much. Your body tensed when you felt vibrations on your clit. Matt groaned loudly when he felt you clench around him like a vice, his hips picking up pace in response.

Your moans vibrated around Chris’ shaft, making him buck his hips faster, fucking your mouth as he gripped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Your eyes rolled back briefly as Matt hit that spot deep within you, the one that made sparks dance behind your eyes, the one that made you moan louder.

The vibrations of the vibe increased, making your legs shake as you tried to ground yourself from the intense pleasure that you wondered if you could take any more of. That was when Matt held you by your waist and started to target a specific spot—your g-spot.

The feeling of him hitting your g-spot with such precision and the vibrator doing its job on your throbbing clit, made you squirm, trying to get away from the intensity of it all, but their hands kept you in place. With a loud muffled moan you squirted, unable to warn them due to Chris’ cock in your mouth. The brothers let out breathy chuckles when they saw the mess you were making, but didn’t stop nevertheless.

They followed you soon after, their releases filling up your holes. You couldn’t even keep yourself steady on your legs and arms anymore, it was all threatening to buckle under you any second.

Carefully, they laid you down, and seeing the wrecked state you were in just seemed to fuel their desires further. Their semi-hard lengths hardened once more as they gazed down at you. Your disheveled hair, the hickeys adorning your body, Matt’s release trickling out of you and Chris’ dripping down your chin.

Matt’s hand came up to caress your side, causing a breathy sigh to escape your lips, "you think you can go one more round pretty?" Chris chuckled softly, "mhm—ma, don’t think we can get enough of you, think you can take us both?"

"Both? like at the same time?" you whispered, your voice already hoarse from overuse. They nodded, chuckling as they helped you into a sitting position, "yeah, we’ve got lube, but it’s fine if you’re not up for it, pretty—" you cut him off, "well, I don’t mind, i mean... if it can fit that is..." your voice trailed off as you looked down at their laps.

"Don’t worry, ma, we’ll make it fit," is all you heard before they got in position. Matt laying with you on top of him and Chris behind you. The pop of the lube cap made your body shiver in anticipation, the mildly cold oil jolting every nerve as it ran down your slit, making you shudder.

Matt slowly pushed inside, eliciting a soft moan from you, and as you finally adjusted to his size, Chris nudged himself on your already full pussy. "Shh— ’s alright, pretty, just relax," Matt cooed from under you, his arms holding you in place as Chris entered you from behind. You squirmed under their touch, moaning loudly, and the stretch being too much, too big.

Chris grunted at the tightness as he pushed inside, stilling when he bottomed out inside you, "shit ma, so fuckin’ tight," he hissed through his teeth. Matt chuckled, his voice huskier, "yeah, you like how we stretch you, pretty? how fuckin’ big we are?" You could only mumble a "yes" that sounded more like a whimper.

They let you adjust to their sizes—the fullness and the stretch. Their hands caressed your body soothingly, whispering sweet nothings in your ears, and kissing your shoulders and neck.

You finally relaxed around them, moaning softly at the sudden pang of pleasure from being filled to the brim. Your pleasure didn’t go unnoticed by Matt and Chris, chuckling to themselves as they started to move. Your world blurred as you felt an immense pleasure you’ve never felt before.

Your body moved on its own, meeting their thrusts, wanting more of that delicious feeling. And all that only made them move faster – harder – thrusting into you with renewed fervor. Your hands clutched whatever you could hold, grounding yourself so you wouldn’t get consumed by the pleasure.

"Fu—ck pretty, so fuckin’ tight," Chris mumbled an agreement, both of them holding you in place as they took what they wanted. You could only hold on, and moan for them. "Shit, gonna fill you up so good— swell you with my cum, ma," Chris groaned, "Yeah, fuck— you ready for us pretty?" Matt added, muffling his sounds of pleasure on your shoulder.

You mumbled a plea for them to cum inside you—to which they gladly did, groaning and moaning as they filled you up. Their combined release spilled out from the sides, making a mess.

Gently pulling out from your well-used hole, their chests heaved with exertion. In spite of their softening cocks, they couldn’t help the feral, almost animalistic, feeling when they saw the sight of their mixed release trickling out of your pussy.

They both groaned under their breaths before exchanging knowing glances, a silent conversation between them, and slowly alerting you about their insatiable desires for you. "You okay, pretty?" Matt’s hand caressed your cheek while Chris squeezed your ass, "we’re not done with you ma, not by a long shot."

They chuckled as they saw you look at them surprised, but didn’t protest or say no, instead pulled them closer – a silent plea for more. "We’re gonna fuck this pussy so good," Matt whispered in your ear, "and fill you up with our spend until you swell with our babies," Chris added, whispering in your other ear.

Their words were filled with promises, and that alone made you feel immense pleasure, a need for more.

The next morning, you woke up with a bad headache, and sore all over. It wasn’t a surprise that you had a hangover but it was a surprise when you became aware of your surroundings. You were in an unknown room, entangled with not one, but two guys. It didn’t help that they were brothers, identical brothers.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl." Your friend’s words echoed in your head. Guess it wasn’t true after all, their bro code.

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wc. 3,086

Isa's notes. I've never written a Chratt fic before, or anything with two love interests, or a threesome in that matter so like... my bad if it's shit.

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