#nerd chris

[sturnsblogs]

DEMANDED ATTENTION

WARNINGS- SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT CHOKING

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You were frustrated, irritated by the way Chris was paying more attention to his game than to you. The silence between you two had stretched far too long, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. You walked into the room, where Chris was fully absorbed in Fortnite, his headset on as he stared at the screen. Without a second thought, you climbed onto his lap, reaching over to mute his mic, making sure he couldn’t focus on the game.

“Baby… please, can you get off?” His voice was strained, clearly not thrilled about the interruption. He glanced at you briefly, shifting his camera. “Mama, just give me a little more… hm?”

You whined, feeling the frustration building up inside. “Chriiisss!! Please, baby… you’re ignoring me.” You began planting soft, teasing kisses along his neck, your lips brushing against his skin, and his eyes fluttered shut for just a moment, clearly affected. He took a deep breath, cupping your cheeks gently. “Angel, just give me a little more time,” he muttered, but his tone was softer now, filled with an undercurrent of affection, despite his annoyance.

You sighed dramatically, knowing he was still focused on the game. The hours dragged on, and you stayed on the bed, crossing your arms and pouting. You couldn’t help but feel neglected, your need for his attention ignored. Finally, when he finished, Chris walked out of Matt’s room and toward his own. He froze as soon as he saw you, still pouting, clearly upset.

“Baby… you wanna cuddle now?” He asked, his voice full of gentle concern.

You shook your head, not even bothering to face him. You were done. The lack of attention had worn you thin. You turned your back to him, a clear signal that you weren’t in the mood for his usual attempts to fix things.

Chris sighed heavily, walking toward you and sitting down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He reached for your shoulder, trying to get you to face him. “C’mon, princess. Don’t piss me off,” he muttered, trying to mask the frustration growing in his chest.

You turned slowly, your gaze avoiding his. “You don’t even care about me,” you whispered, voice tinged with hurt and vulnerability. The words stung, and it was clear they hit harder than you intended.

Chris’ eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched. “You want me to fucking prove I love you?” He growled, his patience finally snapping.

The air between you thickened, charged with tension that had been simmering all night. Your heart raced at his tone, the raw edge in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his hand sliding up your arm with a firm but careful grip. He tilted your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his, and the intensity there made your breath hitch.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, but laced with something deeper—something desperate. “Tell me I don’t care.”

You opened your mouth, but the words caught in your throat. The way he was looking at you, the heat radiating off him, made your defiance falter. Instead, a soft whimper escaped, and that seemed to be all the answer he needed.

In one swift motion, he pulled you closer, his lips crashing against yours with a hunger that silenced every doubt swirling in your mind. The kiss was messy, urgent, his hands roaming your body like he was staking a claim. You melted into him, the frustration you’d felt earlier dissolving under the weight of his touch. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your jaw, your neck, leaving a burning path in their wake.

“Chris…” you breathed, your voice trembling as his hands slid under your shirt, tugging it up and off with a roughness that made your pulse quicken. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, his fingers deftly working at the rest of your clothes until you were bare beneath him, vulnerable and exposed.

“You think I don’t care?” he muttered against your skin, his breath hot as he pressed himself closer, the mattress shifting under his weight. “I’ll show you how much I fucking care.”

Before you could process his words, he was on you, his body pinning yours to the bed. The world narrowed to the heat of him, the way he moved with a purpose that left no room for doubt. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him, and then he was inside you, deep and unrelenting. A gasp tore from your throat, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he set a rhythm that was both punishing and pleading.

“Still think I’m ignoring you?” he growled, his voice rough in your ear as he thrust harder, each movement driving him deeper, filling you completely. Your head tipped back, overwhelmed by the intensity, the way he claimed you like he needed to prove something—to you, to himself.

All you could do was cling to him, your earlier frustration replaced by a desperate need for him, for this. The tension that had built up over the hours unraveled in waves, each one crashing over you as he pushed you closer to the edge. His name fell from your lips in broken whispers, and he groaned in response, his grip tightening as he buried himself even deeper, like he couldn’t get close enough.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice raw, ragged, as he drove into you with a force that made your whole body tremble. You tried to answer, your lips parting to form the words, but all that came out were babbled moans, incoherent and needy. “Mmm—y-yours—ahh—” The sounds spilled from you uncontrollably, your mind too scrambled to string together anything coherent as he pushed you past the point of thought.

His hand slid up your body, fingers wrapping around your throat—not too tight, but enough to make your pulse race beneath his grip. “Say sorry,” he growled, his voice dark and commanding, his hips slamming into yours with a relentless rhythm. “Say sorry for interrupting my game, princess.”

“S-sorry—ohh—Chris, I—” Your words dissolved into a mess of whimpers and moans, your body arching beneath him as the pressure built. He shifted then, one hand hooking under your thigh, lifting and adjusting your leg over his shoulder. The new angle made you cry out, his thrusts now hitting that perfect spot inside you with devastating precision, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“There it is,” he muttered, his voice rough with satisfaction as he watched your reaction, driving into you harder, deeper, each stroke igniting a fire that spread through every nerve. His hand tightened slightly on your throat, guiding your gaze back to his, and the look in his eyes—wild, possessive—pushed you closer to the brink.

“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice a rough whisper as he pounded into that spot relentlessly. The pressure coiled tight, too much to hold back—his grip, the angle, the way he filled you completely.

Your body tensed, a sharp, shuddering cry ripping from your throat as you came, the orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. It started deep in your core, a white-hot burst that radiated outward, your walls clenching around him as your legs shook uncontrollably.

Your vision blurred, stars dancing behind your eyelids, and your babbled moans turned into a desperate, keening sound—half his name, half pure release—as the pleasure consumed you, leaving you boneless and gasping beneath him.

He didn’t stop, chasing his own release with a few more punishing thrusts, his grip on your throat loosening as he groaned your name, spilling inside you with a shudder. The weight of him collapsed against you for a moment, both of you breathing hard, the room heavy with the scent of sweat and sex.

After a beat, Chris rolled off you, pulling you gently into his arms. His demeanor shifted, the roughness giving way to something softer as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “Hey… you okay, angel?” he asked, his voice quiet now, laced with concern. “Was I too rough?”

You nestled into his chest, still catching your breath, your body buzzing from the intensity. “No… I’m okay,” you murmured, a small, tired smile tugging at your lips. “Just… wow.”

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Didn’t mean to lose it like that.” His fingers traced lazy circles on your back, soothing the marks he’d left behind. “You want some water? Anything?”

You shook your head, content to stay wrapped in his warmth. “Just stay here,” you whispered, and he tightened his hold on you, his breathing steadying as he held you close, the storm between you finally settled.

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A/N- STRICTLY FOR @freshlyinlovewchris

My beautiful babies- @blushsturns @starrii-sturns @izzylovesmatt @chrisslut04 @jimmasterflashh @oopsiedaisydeer @csturnioloswifey @just-a-girl-1 @sturdyyolo @sturnslvtt @sturnbows @sturdyyolo @chriss-slutt @franticroads @thecrawlys @ribbonlovergirl @sturniolosrtewsexy

[malefantcsy]

★⋆. MATT STURNIOLO P! LINKS

ⓘ 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌， 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽．

dilf! matt when he had to get ready for work but you looked so cute sleeping (somno)

dilf! matt with milf! wife not wasting any second as soon as the kids went to sleep

married dilf! matt with doll! babysitter (cheating)

munch! matt being chronically obsessed with having chubby! gf ride his face

munch! matt thats sick but only needs one type of medicine

loser! matt with popular!tutee on valentine’s day

big dick! matt is for the chubby girls btw.

dilf matt after seeing babydoll! gf in a skirt he bought her.

big dick! loser! matt getting experience from slightly chubby! bsf

[mattsnight]

Confident!reader giving inexperienced nerd!matt a handjob for the first time ! ✧₊⁺

“I’ve never..” matt took a long deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. You are on your knees in front of him with your hands on his thighs and he’s sweating. “I’ve never did any of this.” He admits, covering his face with his hands. Yeah, he was really embarrassed about his situation.

“Oh really? Never?” You look up at him, your hands still trailing slow circles around his thighs. He tenses up almost immediately. “Shh… i can make you feel good, ‘kay?”

His breath hitches as he feels your gentle touch on his thighs. He peeks at you through his fingers, his cheeks flushed a deep red. He's never been in this position before, and the uncertainty is making his heart race. “I-I don't know if I can...”

You smile as a sign of comfort. “Oh i know you can, baby.”Matt bites his lower lip, his eyes darting between yours and your slow, soothing touches on his thighs. He's trying to relax, but his body is tense and ready to flee at any moment. He's never been touched like this before, and it's both terrifying and exciting. “Just lay back for me and relax.”

He hesitates for a moment, a mix of nervousness and curiosity clear in his eyes. Slowly, he begins to lower himself back onto the bed, his movements careful and deliberate. His heart is pounding in his chest as he lies down, propping himself up on his elbows to watch your moves. “Good boy,” you look up at him for a second before taking off his shorts.

A small gasp escapes his lips at your praise, his cheeks coloring even deeper with embarrassment and pleasure. He's fully laid back now, completely vulnerable, but trusting you. Another sharp inhale leaves his mouth as his shorts are pulled down, revealing his bare thighs and the hem of his boxers. He spreads his thighs slightly, allowing you to remove his shorts completely.

“Just relax,” you repeat. Matt takes a deep breath, trying to focus on your calming voice and the gentle touches of your hands on his skin. He closes his eyes, his brows furrowed in concentration as he attempts to relax his tense muscles. You slide down his underwear, gasping at how big he is. “Fuck..”

His body jolts as his underwear is removed, exposing him completely. His eyes fly open, and a small, embarrassed whimper escapes his lips. He's completely bare and exposed in front of someone for the first time. You gently start to stroke him, making sure he isn’t uncomfortable. As your gentle touch lands on his most intimate area, he tenses. It’s overwhelming. He looks down his body, watching as you stroke him softly, his mind reeling and his body trembling.

Then suddenly, he cums hard, making his eyes widen in shock as his body suddenly erupts in a climax. His small frame shakes as he cums all over his stomach and chest. He lets out a high-pitched, embarrassed scream, his face flushing bright red as he's overcome with the intensity of his first orgasm. “Shitt baby…” you curse, letting out a small chuckle at how fast he came.

His body continues to tremble as he comes down from his high, embarrassment washing over him in waves. He covers his face with his hands, mumbling through his fingers "I-I'm sorry... that was so fast..."

“No- no not at all, it was good for your first handjob, don’t worry about it.” You smile. Relief washes over him, realizing you weren't disappointed by how quickly he finished. He bites his lower lip, glancing down at the mess on his stomach before shyly meeting your eyes again. “Let’s clean you up, hm?” You say before standing up to grab some tissues.

[sunrisemill]

Is it so insanely down bad of me to find this attractive? …maybe

[sturnslutz]

berry goes to matt's house for a little "tutoring session."

warnings: weed smoking, shotgunning, making out, grinding/dry humping, no actual p in v, basically sub matt, use of “mama”

the drive to matt's house didn't take very long. he insisted earlier in class that he could come pick you up in his brand new family van they recently got, but you denied politely as you had to do a couple errands for your aunt before seeing matt.

a couple textbooks and your laptop filled your passenger seat alongside your purse and whatever you needed. you didn't know if matt smoked or not, chris did, but you didn't really expect matt to. you brought a couple blunts just in case.

you sent matt a small message stating you got to his house as you knocked the door three times softly. he hearted it before shortly arriving after to the door. his face flushed a soft red as he smiled at you softly, muttering a small "hi."

"hey, matt. just you home?"

matt opened the door wider for you to come in, which you did. looking around, it looked a lot more normal then your house did which was filled with bright colors and aesthetics that you and your aunt love.

"yeah, my parents are at work and chris and nick are out somewhere, i'on really know." he said softly as he shut the door. he trailed behind you as you started exploring and walking around, which he made no effort to stop you, but was rather intrigued.

"sorry it's not much. our house is kinda boring." he said as he scratched the back of his neck, a bit worried you were going to judge him. did he really think you were like that? he couldn't help himself but inhale the trail of strawberry perfume filling the air around the both of you.

you stopped your movements abruptly, which almost made matt bump into you. "matt, do you think i'm a horrible person or something? i love your house, no matter what. i'm actually quite fascinated with it. i've never been in a house which wasn't maximalist to the max, or filled with a range of every color. i like this simple look."

he searched your face for any hint you were lying, but your big eyes just looked up at him with the most genuine honesty. he smiled softly, looking away and running a hand through his hair. "thank you. i really appreciate it. do you wanna head up to my room now? i think you'll like it a lot."

you face brightened even more at the thought, eliciting a big smile across your face. "yes, of course! lead the way.” he nodded and turned, beginning to walk to the staircase as you followed after him.

his room was the complete opposite of what you thought it was. it was filled to the brim with comic posters, action figures, legos of every universe, so many stuffed animals, and everything matt couldn't express in words, but rather filled his thoughts.

"sorry, it's a lot. it's really nerdy too." he said softly, his voice shaking a bit. you looked around the room in awe, genuinely surprised he's embarrassed by this. you would love to have a room like this.

"it's not, at all. i actually love it so much. its so you. i like being able to see what you're interests are." he smiled again softly, his blue eyes scrunching up in his glasses as he ran a hand through his hair, again.

"thank you, berry. i really appreciate that. so, do you wanna start studying?" he sits down on his bed, sitting in a criss-cross position as he looked up at you through those damn glasses that you adored. he looked so hot like this.

"yep. i brought some papers i need to finish." you sat down, tossing your shoes off and sitting in the same position as him, but across him as you grabbed your bag, dumping it. his eyes skimmed through the papers, but noticed something he didn't expect.

two blunts sitting right next to each other.

you saw him look at them, and you chuckled softly. "didn't know if you smoked or not, but they help me relax and study better. thought i could smoke one here, if you're cool with it."

he looked up at you again, nodding a bit. "y-yeah sure, i don't mind. do you think it'll make my room smell?" he asked a bit nervously. his parents knew that chris smoked to help with his adhd, but he didn't want them to think he did it also.

you nodded, picking them up and looking for the lighter through your papers. "yeah, probably because it's a blunt and not a cart, those don't smell as much. but don't worry i got some perfume that makes the weed smell basically disappear."

his face seemed to understand but also didn't. "a cart- whats that?"

you laughed a bit again, rubbing his knee. "nothing you need to worry about." he nodded again, now directing his attention to a couple of your papers, trying to understand what he actually needed to help you on.

what he didn't notice though, was you holding one of the blunts up to your mouth and lighting it, and when he did, it was when you blew the smoke towards him causing him to cough a bit. "shit- sorry baby. are you okay?" he nodded, his coughing wearing down. what caught him again off guard was the name you called him. baby.

"yeah, i'm okay." you took another hit, now redirecting it to the door area before looking down at the papers. he seemed to notice your calmer demeanor and wondered if the weed actually did make you focus better.

he didn't notice himself staring at the blunt that was fiddling in between your fingers, but you did. "wanna hit?" his attention came back to you as his eyes opened a bit wide. "what? no-no. well maybe? i don't know how to!" he panicked a bit, making you laugh.

"you don't have to hit it. i'll help. you ever heard of shotgunning?" you take another hit, a smaller one now to help preserve it. "like the chugging beer thing?"

"well, yes. that's also shotgunning, but there's another kind. it's where i take a hit, but blow it into your mouth then you inhale and let it out. it'll get you high also."

knowledge of smoking was not something matt ever thought he would be learning, but he wasn't really complaining.

"oh-okay. yeah, we can do it." he said, waiting for the rest of your instruction. you smiled, moving the papers off the bed as you handed him the blunt to hold, so you wouldn't burn yourself. you sat back up right, taking the blunt back into your hand.

"okay, just relax, lemme do what i need to do. also, can i straddle you? it helps me actually do it right." he was taken aback a bit at the thought of you actually getting on top of him, but nodded. "y-yeah. sure. go ahead." he leaned back into the bed more as he stretched out his legs and you climbed on top of him, right above his cock.

he was praying that he wouldn't get a boner as he knew you would feel it, so tried to look elsewhere, now fairly interested in his poster of pokemon he got when he was 11.

you chuckled a bit, grabbing his face in your left hand, redirecting his face towards you. "it's not gonna work if you're not actually looking at me, matt." he muttered a small "sorry" as you lifted the blunt to your lips, taking a big hit before leaning down.

your lips touched his as he let out a soft gasp, allowing you to blow the smoke into his mouth. once you blew most of it in, you leaned back up, watching his face. "inhale, good, now exhale." he did exactly as you said, but letting out harsh coughs in result.

you smiled at him as he finally regained his breath, looking up at you. his face was flushed as a cherry, but he laughed a bit. "that was my first kiss." he softly admitted, but this time not taking his eyes off you.

"really? wanna have another?" you smirked as you leaned back down, putting the blunt back in between your lips as you let out a puff of smoke, filling the air once around you both again. you finally had finished it, burying it's end into the table next to his bed as he nodded.

you leaned back all the way down, reconnecting your lips with his. he was very patient with it and being gentle. he let his hands fall to your hips as the kisses deepened, a very noticeable poke in between your thighs now.

your tongue made it's way into his mouth, matt happily accepting it. for what was his first kiss, he sure was good at it. you couldn't help but notice the ache in between your thighs, right where matt was. you started absentmindedly grinding against him, causing matt to moan into your mouth as you smirked and pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the both of you still. his flushed face and lopsided glasses made you even wetter than before.

"y'ever had a girl do this to you before, baby?" you tease him a bit, obviously knowing his answer. he shakes his head softly, burying his forehead in your neck. "n-no." "feel good, huh?" he whined softly as your hand reached to his head, gently pulling his hair. "mm-mhm."

"need words, matt." you tug a bit harder on his strands, causing a even louder whine to come from his throat. "yes, feels good." you nodded, grabbing his head out of your neck and softly pushing it back down on the pillow as you kiss him again.

this time, he was more hungry. his kisses were intense, like he was trying to kiss you deeper despite the minimal space between the both of you.

grinding against him was easy, his boner was very evident through his sweatpants, and you grinding against him gave him pleasure he never knew could erupt in him.

“fuck- mama, i’m close” he whimpered a bit softly as his hands gripped your ass through your pants, his hands roaming every inch he could. “yeah? cum for me, matt. i’m right here behind you.” you moaned softly as your head fell against his chest.

you pushed your hips closer to his, your movements minimal but rather putting pressure on his covered cock and your covered ache.

“fuck! berry!” he whimpered loudly as a warm spot filled the space between you two. you looked down as the dark grey spot grew larger with every twitch of his cock in his pants.

“i’m almost there, matty. can you cum again?” his fucked-out look without actually being in you, was so hot. you don’t know when, but he took off his glasses and set them aside, now allowing you to see his slightly red, dilated big blue eyes perfectly.

you don’t know if it’s the high, but just looking at him made you cum faster against him than you expected. your orgasm came as a surprise for you, loud moans coming from your mouth as your head falls against his chest.

he came for the 2nd time right after. moans and strangled whimpers fall from his mouth, filling the room with even more pretty sounds. as you both caught your breath, you rested against his chest, as his fingers played with your hair a bit.

your clothes sticking to you because of the sweat made you ick and he could tell you felt like this from your movements, almost trying to take it off.

“do you want me to get you some new clothes? i need to change anyways.” he whispers to you softly. a nod comes from you as you roll off him, flopping to the other side. his pants had a very evident dark grey area from the combination of your liquids flowing through your clothing.

a small chuckle falls from him as he looks down. he stands up, but his legs are wobbly, causing him to fall back on the bed. “what the hell?” he mutters a bit as his legs become a bit tingly.

“just relax a bit more, this was probably the first orgasm you had that actually made your body feel different, right?” you whisper a bit as you rub his arm a bit.

he hums a bit and nods, taking your advice. once he finally felt like he could stand properly, he walked carefully to his dresser. he pulled out 2 of his shirts, and 2 new pairs of sweats, and 2 new pairs of boxers.

“i don’t have any underwear so are boxers okay?” he walks over and hands the clothing to you as you hand him his glasses, immediately bringing back his vision.

“yeah, thank you matt.” he nods a bit as he walks out of his room, changing in the bathroom. you stood up and changed into his slightly oversized clothing, but extremely comfortable.

he knocks a couple times against the door as you allow him to come in. you were already laying back down in his bed, and his heart swoons seeing you in his clothing. he lays down next to you, fiddling with his fingers a bit.

“do you want to study a bit more?” he asks randomly, causing you to laugh loudly.

“didn’t we learn enough? we’ll just do it later.” he nods, understanding. both of your thoughts are interrupted at the sound of the front door opening, and chris and nick’s voices flowing through the house.

matt looks at you with worry in his eyes, but you rub his arm, helping him relax. “don’t worry, just relax. can i stay over? it’ll help me give them a better reasoning as to why im in your clothes.”

he nods immediately. “sure. of course. i’m sure my parents won’t mind. what about yours?”

“nah, my aunt won’t care. i live with her right now. sometimes i go to my parents’ house in upstate.” you explain to him as a knock comes through the door. “hey matt? you home, man?”

chris’s voice is heard as matt stiffens up once again. “just chill.” he lets out a breath as he talks. “yeah, i’m here.” and that lets chris in. his eyes immediately fall to matt, but then look to you as he gasps a bit.

“matt’s here, and berry’s here… in matt’s room? what the hell…?” it was clear chris was a bit high just like you and matt. the scent of weed also hits chris’s nose as he lets out another question. “were you guys smoking?”

“hey, chris. i came because he was tutoring me, and i smoked a bit because you know how it helps me study better. it’s getting late so matt told me i can stay here, and he allowed me to be in his clothes.”

chris nods slowly, but seemingly understands. “ight. mom and dad are staying at aunt cathy’s house tonight, so it’s just the 4 of us tonight, okay?”

his sight goes between you and matt as both you and matt nod. “okay, i got another blunt for later if you and nick wanna smoke it with us.” chris nodded at you, glancing out matt’s window. “hell yeah, but when it gets a bit darker out. so like 10? it’s saturday tomorrow so we’re good.”

you look at matt for a confirmation to which he nods, once again. “yeah, okay.” he says softly. chris walks out, and you plop back down next to matt, rubbing his shoulder. “you okay?” he smiles and hums. “yeah, i’m good. that felt really good.”

“i’m glad. dry humping is good, but actual sex is amazing. we aren’t there yet though.” his eyes widen a bit at the thought of actually having sex, but relaxed a bit at your reassurance.

“mhm- okay.” you smile again, rubbing his cheek a bit. “let’s take a nap before you we have to spend the whole night with energetic nick and chris.”

he laughs, nodding. he dips his head into your neck, wrapping his arm around your waist, holding you tight. he knew you two weren’t official and didn’t know if you’d actually ever be, but he knew he trusted you.

[tessasturns]

nerd!matt giving brat!reader head

100 follower special !!

warnings… oral (f receiving), matt the munch, soft dom!matt, swearing, slight degrading, hair pulling?, edging, pet names

my first actual smut fic, mb if its ass but enjoy

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“so if a dataset has a mean of 50 and a standard deviation of 5, what percentage of the data falls within one standard deviation of the mean?” matt asks.

you groan as you fling your head back. “matt c’mon, we’re not gettin’ anywhere with this”

“alright jus’ this one question.” matt says as he acknowledges your whines. matt was smart, like really smart, and it was noticeable to anybody who saw him.

the collared shirt, big glasses, and the awkward persona were enough to give it away.

“matt” you complain. “we’ve been at this for hours… can we just wrap it up? my brain isnt working anymore.”

“c’mon sweetheart…just a couple more questions, we’ve almost finished reviewing this unit.” he said, trying to get you to cram for your exam tomorrow.

“ugh fine. one more question” you say, only agreeing because, truly, how could you say no to him?

minutes pass and all you begin to think about is the growing heat between your legs.

you uncomfortably try to adjust your legs to make it stop, but nothing works. you start to zone out, your mind racing with all the things the man in front of you should be doing.

sure, you’ve noticed how stunning matt is, i mean you are “dating” him.

you look around his dorm to try and find anything else to focus on.

but his messy hair, shirt pulled up to see his veiny arms, and the raspy voice were enough to make a woman go wild.

“hellooo? y/n?” matt calls, causing you to snap out of your trance. “hey?” you respond.

“i asked you a question- you’re not listening are you.” he realizes.

“matt ‘m sorry, but i just don’t understand this and i’m so tired” you whine.

“sweetheart, you have your exams tomorrow. if you don’t revise and study you won’t do your best on it.” he warns.

he knew you weren’t the smartest person, well at least not compared to him, but he knew that it was probably your daddy’s money that got you a spot at a prestigious university.

“just two more-” he starts, but notices the pout on your face and your crossed legs and chuckles.

“oh sweetheart, you couldn’t even wait ten minutes for us to finish this?” he says, mumbling a small ‘pathetic’ before moving closer to you.

“please matt” you whine.

“please what?” he smiles, his hand on your knee.

“pl-please touch me” you pout, knowing he wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“oh, you poor thing” he coos with faux sympathy laced on his tongue.

he rubs a hand up and down your knee, your plaid skirt you wore to tease him now sliding up your thighs.

“fuck- matt don’t tease…” you mewl, your arousal now practically dripping in between your legs.

he smirked at you, loving the way you reacted to the slightest touch and the simplest of words.

���take this off f’me, yeah?” he basically whispers, running his hand over your skirt.

you do just that as he points over to the bed. “sit” he commands.

you’re now sitting at the edge of the bed in your baby blue lingerie, waiting for matt to touch you.

he gets down on his knees, slowly kissing your now slightly shaking thighs.

your pussy aches for this man, wanting him to just touch you.

he slowly takes off your panties, disregarding them on the floor as he softly spreads open your legs.

he wraps your thighs around his head, looking up at you with those submissive ass eyes.

“matt- please i need you” you beg, your fingers intertwined in his brown locks.

he smiles at the amount of power he has over you, kissing your pussy before slowly licking your clit.

you slightly moan at the sudden pleasure, your mouth agape.

he continues this subtle yet effective movement, earning more and more moans from you.

he begins to lap his tongue around your hole, causing you to grab his hair.

his tongue moves faster and faster as your hips buck against his tongue.

“y’like that sweetie?” matt asks, moving his tongue faster (if possible.)

“oh fuck- yes matt” you whine, your brain foggy. “m’gonna cum”

“ah ah ah” he tuts, stopping his movements. “i’ll tell you when you can come doll”

this only made you whine more, since you were used to getting your way.

“f-fuck matt… i can’t take it” “oh but yes you can doll. you practically begged for it, you’re gonna take it.” he commands.

you were a moaning mess on his bed. eyes rolled to the back of your head, legs shaking, and your hands gripping at matts hair in an attempt to make him go faster.

“h-holy shit” you moan. “please i need to cum”

“hmm… have you been good?” he asks.

“yes… please matt” you groan.

“atta girl, cum on my tongue babydoll” matt’s words, tongue, hands travelling your body, and piercing blue eyes were enough to send you over the edge.

you felt your body relax and the knot in your stomach snap as you released your arousal on his tongue.

“this gonna help you ace your exam tomorrow?” matt asks jokingly, as you playfully smack his shoulder.

tessa’s notes… THANK YOU ALL FOR 100 FOLLOWERS !!! i truly didn’t know how fast i could grow over the span of 3 months, but you all made it happen and i’m so grateful for every single one of you💋. guys i literally HATEEE writing smut so i do apologize if it’s terrible, js wanted to try smth different to express my gratitude for all of you !!!

[vickytaa]

Wrong video. M.S.

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"Nicolas and Anna will be group 3" said the teacher.

Y/n and Nicolas were best friends, so it was no surprise when they both complained after listening to their teacher. "You know that groups are not always going to be with your friends." Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Next group will be Matthew and Y/n." Y/n turned to see her partner, who didn't look very happy.

Matt was a quiet but studious boy. He always got the best grades since he studied non-stop. On the other hand, Y/n made sure to pass, no matter if it was with the minimum grade.

The teacher continued saying the groups, "Okay guys, remember that you have until Friday to hand in the work." everyone looked very annoyed with this, since it left them very little time to do it, barely 2 days.

So, when the class ended, she approached Matthew to see what they were going to do, and they agreed that they would collect information to put it together later, at his house.

The day continued and when the time came, Y/n got ready to go to Matt's house. She put on long pants, a slightly revealing top, and packed her backpack, where she stored her notebook, some books, and her laptop, which Matt had asked her to bring because his wasn't working.

A while later...

Upon arriving, she ran into Nick, who was leaving to do the work at Anna's house. "How I hate that teacher, he never puts us together," she complained. "Yeah... but hey, don't worry, my brother is good at the subject and you'll surely pass," Nick tried to explain. She nodded and then they said goodbye.

Y/n went upstairs and quickly saw Matt, "I'm here," she said with a warm smile. His cheeks blushed a little, and he quickly turned around so she wouldn't notice.

"Follow me, I have all the information I found in my room," Matt said.

The house was quieter than previous times, when she came to visit Nick and everyone could be heard talking at the same time, Y/n thought.

"It's so quiet..." Y/n said to say something while they were heading to the room.

"Yeah... my parents went on a trip with my aunts and uncles. They left the three of us in charge of the house. Oh, and Chris is in his room," Matthew explained, a little nervous.

Y/n nodded and they both entered the room. They sat on the bed, where some books and notebooks were lying around.

She began to take her things out of her backpack. "Oh, I have a video saved on my computer, look for it so we can watch it and I'll finish taking out my things," Y/n told him.

Matt was a little embarrassed to search her computer, her privacy, but he did it anyway.

He found a folder titled "videos" and there were several videos there, most of them with dates as names, they must be recordings from her camera, Matt thought. There were two videos without a name, so without thinking twice he opened the first one.

A window quickly opened with the video and it began to play. In it, Y/n was seen on her bed, wearing some spectacular-looking wine-colored panties and bra.

Matt quickly closed the video and felt his face burning with embarrassment.

She finished taking her things out and turned to look at Matt. His face was completely red. She was confused until she looked down at his pants, where there was a clear bulge.

Matt's eyes didn't leave the screen, obviously trying not to make eye contact after what he saw.

"Did something happen?" Y/n asked, clearly knowing what had just happened. He found the video. "Nothing, I think that wasn't- that wasn't the video... but here's the one yo- you were talking about." Matt said while stuttering.

Y/n started to get a little closer and whispered in his ear in a seductive tone, "I hope you didn't see my video..." he shook his head and pressed play on the video.

Time passes but he can't concentrate because all he can think about is her video. His cock now ached from how hard it was.

They both started putting the information together in a text. An hour later, she was already getting tired of studying so much, since she wasn't used to spending so much time studying.

Y/n yawned, "I think I'm going to take a quick nap. Call me in 20 minutes." Matt nodded and she settled down to lie down.

After a few minutes, Matt looked over to make sure she was asleep. Y/n looked so relaxed and peaceful in her sleep. It was as if the girl in the video wasn't her. She looked like an angel.

Matt quickly pulled down his pants enough to pull out his hard dick. He wrapped one hand around it and grabbed her computer with the other.

He searched for the video again and pressed play. Y/n looked like a different person there. Her body looked like it was carved by the gods themselves.

Her hair fell over her shoulders as her body moved seductively, her gaze glued to the camera.

He began to move his other hand up and down, trying to calm the fire running through his veins.

He never thought he'd see a girl as pretty as y/n. The video continued and she began to take off her bra.

Matt bit his lip to silence his moans, and he did it so hard that he could taste his own blood on his tongue.

Was it irresponsible and totally inappropriate to get off next to her? Yes. But he couldn't wait any longer. Besides, seeing her innocent face while she sleeps made him reach his breaking point faster and faster.

"y/n..." Matt couldn't hold back any longer. In the video you could see how y/n started to masturbate. Her small, thin fingers were gently circling her clit.

The scene was too much for him, finally closing his eyes, lost in the pleasure. His peak was getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, Matt felt a hand wrapped around his cock, but it wasn't his. It was softer and clearly much smaller compared to his.

He opened his eyes in shock, totally frozen. His eyes met y/n's, hungry and full of passion.

She starts to move her hand just like he was doing. Matt starts to moan again, just a little louder. "Shh. I love your sounds but your brother might hear them too... be a good boy and stay quiet." Y/n said. Matt nodded and tried to stay as quiet as he could.

She slowly positioned herself in front of him, moving the computer and bringing her face closer to his cock. His tip was already releasing pre-cum.

Y/n slowly moved closer and gave him a kiss on the tip. "Shit- I'm going to cum" Matt whispered, who felt like he wasn't going to last long if y/n kept touching him like that.

"Hold on and finish when mommy says, yes?" Matt looked at her with a face like he couldn't do it, but he tried anyway. Y/n quickly wrapped her lips around the tip and with her tongue began to make circles on it.

It was heaven for Matt, having the most beautiful girl in the world like that. "Shit- y/n mhm" He was about to finish. She began to take more of him, moving her head up and down, never breaking eye contact.

His cock twitched, now unable to resist, he finished in y/n's mouth without warning.

She followed her movements, until he was dry. Once he couldn't take it anymore, she moved away a little to come closer and give him a kiss on the tip, just like she did at the beginning.

"That, that was really hot" Matt admitted. Y/n laughed softly and sat back down next to him. "Uh, let me fix this" She said as her hand came up to his face, moving his glasses into place. "Thanks" Matt said, his cheeks burning from embarrassment.

"Oh, I think you watched the wrong video, huh?"

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v: I love nerd!Matt.. hope you liked it

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[submattenthusiast]

office hours nerd!chris

a small smirk painted across your face as you wrapped up your previous meeting with one of your students, knowing that your next appointment was with chris. you doubted he needed help with being as smart as he was; you just didn't know what tricks he had up his sleeve this time. the previous student exited the zoom call as chris came knocking on the door, smiling as he looked at you through the door. your laptop blew a gust of wind in your face from the quick shut as you waved him in, eager to see your favourite boy again.

"christopher! what can i help you with?" you greet, resting on the cool desk. dropping his backpack in the corner, he scurries towards you, ready to invade your space. “i have this situation in my pants that needs some soothing ma'am” your eyes trail down his body to assess this “situation” that was troubling him/. “dirty boy” you tease, seeing the bulge tightening his jeans. "my office hours are for students who need help with classwork, not for you to get your dick wet and we can't keep fooling around during school hours"

his confidence wavers slightly, but nonetheless, he still tries to win you over. “we don't even have to have sex; i just need to feel you please,” he begs, shifting slightly in his spot. your panties wetten at the hint of desperation laced in his voice. you wanted to scold him and cut this meeting short but your pussy knew what it wanted, and his dick was damn near jumping at you. “please, i just can’t get the last time out of my head. i’ll still work on assignments, just please,” he whines, reaching out for you. his bony fingers snuck around your waist to play with the waistband of your skirt, soft skin tickling your vanilla-scented flesh. Your morals belong in the trash can with the discarded papers with the way you disregarded them. 

if chris was anything, he was tempting. your body leans impossibly closer to him as you groan; you were getting caught up again. “pants down and laptop open”. pushing him off you walk over to lock the door and close the blinds, ensuring full privacy for you both. excitement rushes through your body as you watch him strip his lower half naked, dick bouncing off his stomach with his urgency. resting on the opposite side than before you hitch up your skirt, reaching under to slide your underwear off. his breath got caught in his throat as he watched you, dick getting harder by the second. the cold air sends shivers down your spine, hitting all the right places now that a layer was removed. 

you didnt think you’d ever be fucking anyone in this office so there was no lube to help you take him easier, a mix of spit and arousal would have to do the job. coating your palm with spit you reach down to lubricate his lengthy dick, earning a whimper from him in the process. you stroke him a few times for measure before spinning around to take him. your hands held his thighs for balance as you lined yourself up with him, hands reaching out to help you. your stomach twists as you feel his precum covered tip prodding at your hole, begging to be let in. you gnaw on your bottom lip as his dick fills you slowly but surely, girth stretching you out like it was your first time. you fight the urge to throw your head back while you sink down, trying to take all of him in one go. his fingers made fingerprints on your hips from his deathly tight grip, his body shaking as he tried not to move or cry out. 

your body melts into his chest once he was fully in, dick making you dizzy. your skirt falls back into place, tickling your skin as your movement stills. his canines puncture your flesh through the thin material of your shirt, dick twitching inside you as he relishes in the feel of your gummy walls. a muffled moan left his lips and he pushes into your back, forgetting about his classwork already. “t-thank you y’feel so good” he praises, hips bucking into yours. a loud moan was forced out of your body at the suddenness of his tip hitting your sweet spot. “chris” you groan, slapping his thigh. unconsciously he bit down, sharp teeth reddening your skin instantly. reacting quickly you clench around him with a wince, causing him to cry out “so–sorry please let go or i’ll cum”

coming back to reality you force open your laptop, with him following suit. your mind strays from the essay he needed help with, hips rolling absentmindedly, chasing a small amount of pleasure. he tries to keep composure by focusing on getting the “help” he originally came in for, trying to tell you about the topic of his writing. “i wanted to-to write about something a little different than—the prompt if-i-if that’s okay” he manages, resting his head on your shoulder. swiftly nodding, you encourage him to pull up the prompt. “show me what you have and i’ll give you as much feedback as i can before we have to wrap this up”

for nerd!chris's one fan @ifwdominicfike

[vanteguccir]

Can you do hc of nerd!matt and popular! reader sfw and nsfw 🙏🙏🙏🙏

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNERD X POPULAR * MATT STURNIOLO * HEADCANON

SUMMARY　::　a life with nerd!Matt and popular!Y/N.

FEATURING　nerd!Matt Sturniolo x popular!reader

WARNINGS　::　NFSW (mdni)

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

01. SFW　─　

── nerd!Matt who always had his nose buried in books, and never expected anyone to notice him.

── nerd!Matt who stayed behind after class, talking to the teacher about his favorite physics theories or latest computer coding project.

── nerd!Matt who was more than a little surprised when Y/N, the popular girl everyone adored, approached him.

── nerd!Matt who couldn't believe it when she kept coming back. Why would someone as popular and beautiful as Y/N want to hang out with a loser like him?

── nerd!Matt who thought that maybe it was some kind of joke, but as days passed, he realized that she really liked talking to him, listening to his rambles about the latest scientific discoveries or the plot of the new sci-fi novel he was engrossed in.

── nerd!Matt who would often pull Y/N into his arms no matter where they were, pressing soft kisses to her temple and murmuring how much he loved her, how pretty she was and how lucky he was to have her.

── nerd!Matt who was attentive, always noticing the little things, like when she had a rough day and needed some cheering up, or when she wore a new perfume.

── popular!Y/N who, on the other hand, was the more outgoing of the two, and loved spoiling Matt, buying him little gifts, like a new set of headphones or a rare comic book.

── nerd!Matt who would always blush, insisting she didn’t need to give him all of that, but she could see the joy in his eyes whenever he received something from her.

── nerd!Matt who would help Y/N with her assignments, patiently explaining concepts she didn’t understand. He had a knack for teaching, making even the most complicated topics seem simple.

── popular!Y/N who loved having coffee dates with him, sitting close to him, his voice soothing and steady as he told her about some random thing. He’d often get carried away, rambling on and on, and Y/N would just sit there, chin resting on her hand, listening to him with blown wide pupils.

── popular!Y/N who was always there for Matt, supporting him in his dreams, encouraging him to pursue his passions.

── popular!Y/N who would go out of her way to make his life easier, like bringing him his favorite snacks during late-night study sessions or surprising him with a coffee in the morning before classes.

── nerd!Matt who is totally obsessed with Y/N, and is always finding a way to bring her up in every conversation, gushing about everything she'd ever done, "oh, my girlfriend taught me this", "my girlfriend loves that music", "my girlfriend comes here all the time", "my girlfriend said...".

── nerd!Matt who's favorite thing to do is watching her cheerleader practice, and who has her whole schedule memorized and, during busy days, he always find a way to surprise her with her favorite snacks or only his presence.

── popular!Y/N who is always leaving short, sweet notes with little doodles and slips them into Matt's locker, always making sure to be close when he opens the door, only to see his cheeks turn into a bright red and his lips form a shy smile.

── nerd!Matt who, even though isn't into big parties or social gatherings, if Y/N wants to go to one, he shows up to support her, staying by her side and making sure she feels special.

── nerd!Matt who always find a way to meet her between classes and insists on carrying her bag and making sure she gets to her next one in time, even if he already has his many books on his hands and it causes him to get late to his next class.

02. NFSW　─　

── nerd!Matt who is incredibly shy and insecure before their first time. He had never been with anyone before Y/N, and he was terrified of messing things up.

── nerd!Matt who feels inadequate with his lack of experience, especially when he compares himself to Y/N’s previous relationships, turning him self-conscious about his body, not sure if he was attractive enough for her.

── popular!Y/N who was always patient with him and never pressured him into anything, always letting him set the pace.

── popular!Y/N who made sure he felt comfortable and safe when they had sex for the first time, being gentle and reassuring him with soft touches and kind words.

── popular!Y/N who always showed him how much she adored his body, kissing every inch of him, making him feel cherished and loved, melting away his insecurities, allowing him to relax and enjoy their moments together.

── nerd!Matt who, with time, became more confident, and started embracing his body.

── nerd!Matt who take his time to learn what Y/N liked, where to touch and how to do it and turn his girl in a brainless doll.

── nerd!Matt who maintains his shy, reserved demeanor in public, blushing whenever Y/N gets too close, but in the moment they're alone, it's like a switch flips.

── nerd!Matt who has full control over her, manhandling Y/N with firm hands and intense eyes, loving the way she melts under his touch.

── nerd!Matt who has his mind constantly filled with the most sinful thoughts about Y/N, it doesn't matter where he is or what he's doing; her naked and perfect little body is always there.

── nerd!Matt who, during classes, fantasizes about taking her right then and there, bend her over the teacher's table and make her moan his name as loud as she can, begging for more.

── nerd!Matt who is a pussy addicted, and makes Y/N sit on his face whenever they can, her thighs trembling on either side of his head as he eats her out like a starved man.

── nerd!Matt who gets off on the way that she grips his hair, pulling hard as he buries his tongue deep inside her.

── nerd!Matt who is always hard, just one glance at Y/N, and he’s already straining against his pants.

── nerd!Matt who is obsessed with her boobs, whether they're covered by a shirt or not. He can’t help but stare like a pervert, his thoughts immediately drifting to how they’d feel in his hands, how her nipples would harden under his touch.

── nerd!Matt who is vocal about his need for his girl, often whimpering and whining when he’s hard, telling her how much better it would feel if he were inside her, until he can convince her.

── nerd!Matt who can be so desperate, pressing his erection against her thigh or ass, whispering dirty things in her ear about how he wants to bury himself in her warm walls, to feel her clenching around him all day long.

── nerd!Matt who, at school, always finds secluded spots to pull her aside for a heated make-out session, getting out of there with his glasses foggy and his hair messy.

© vanteguccir

[sturns-mermaid]

NERD CHRIS .ᐟ

WARNINGS: [ porn with little plot, reader pov, nerd chris, sub chris, p in v, unprotected (no no), creampie]

based on this post , part 2

not proof read (sorry) | wc: 489 | divider: @cafekitsune

Chris is a goody two shoes, he always had the best grades and he won many ribbons for exceeding in school. You, however, were the school's troublemaker, your parents had paid your way through college, you tried for like a week and then gave up. It was pointless, you would never get the best grades or understand any of the material.

Everyone always asked you why you even bothered to show up to class or come on campus at all, after your parents had offered to pay the rent for a studio apartment nearby. The thing was Chris caught your eye, he was nerdy with his glasses and messy hair. You started completely failing your classes so your counselor could assign you a tutor, and that’s how you and Chris had become close.

That’s how you found yourself in this situation, Chris on top of you panting into your ear as he slowly thrusted into your greedy cunt. “Mama…can’t stop mmh feels so good” he pants heavy breaths between each word, his warm breath fanning over your skin. Your legs wrapping around his waist as you pulled him impossibly closer to you, making him hit all the right spots. “Such a good boy for me, keep going” you praised, pushing his hair out of his face as you stared at him, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

“Mama, gonna come inside…can’t…” he sputters, his thrusts getting even sloppier as you feel his member twitch along your gummy walls, his warm seeding pumping into you. “Fuck, Chris!” you moan loudly, your breasts bouncing with each movement. His body fell limp against you, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, trying to catch his breath. After a moment, the realization dawned on him, realizing he came inside of you.

He quickly sits up, pulling out of you, eyebrows furrowed as he wipes his foggy glasses off on his shirt. “Mm, sorry.. Felt too good I should've have pulled out.. Got carried away,” he sputters, fumbling to put his glasses back on his face. You sit up, resting on your knees as you squirm closer to him, moving his shaky hands away from his face as you help him put his glasses back on. His big blue eye fluttered open as he blinked, staring at you.

“Hey, it’s okay baby. Don’t stress about it, okay?” you mutter cupping his face and pressing a few kisses on his pouty lips. Chris nods eagerly, his hands moving to cover yours on his face as he leans into your touch. “Come here, watch your come ooze out of me” you whisper leaning back onto your bed as you spread your legs giving him a perfect view of his release seeping from your hole.

You giggle seeing his member twitch at the sight, his finger moving to push up his glasses before he speaks. “Can we go again?” he asks with a cheeky grin.

a/n: idk how to feel about sub chris

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[sturnsblogs]

Confessing in the rain

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You and Chris loved each other—gosh, you did. Everyone saw it. Felt it. But would you ever admit it? No. Instead, you danced around it, pretending the long hugs and lingering touches meant nothing. Pretending that sitting on his lap, pressing kisses to his neck, and nearly kissing on the lips was just what best friends did.

But the texts? Those weren’t just friendly.

— Good morning, pretty. Hope you slept good. I was up late thinking about you. Don’t forget to eat something, yeah? Text me when you wake up.

— I hate being away from you. The day drags when I don’t see you. I know we’re just best friends, but… I don’t think best friends are supposed to miss each other like this.

— Night, angel. Sleep good for me, okay? Wish I was there to keep you warm. You always complain about the cold… bet you’d be all curled up against me if I was there.

Then there was the jealousy. The way his jaw clenched when you laughed at another guy’s joke. The way your mood soured when he so much as gave another girl attention. You both had no claim over each other, but you sure acted like you did.

Which is why you were arguing now.

“You’re being ridiculous, Chris,” you huffed, your arms crossed over your chest. “She was just being nice. It wasn’t that deep.”

Chris let out a bitter laugh, raking a hand through his hair. “Right. Not that deep. Just like it’s never that deep when I talk to another girl, huh? Except—oh wait—it is that deep when I do it.”

“That’s different,” you shot back before you could stop yourself.

His brows lifted, a humorless chuckle escaping him. “Different?” He took a step closer, his voice lower now. “How?”

You swallowed hard, avoiding his gaze. You didn’t have an answer. Or at least, not one you were willing to say out loud.

Chris scoffed. “Exactly.” He exhaled sharply, his jaw tight. “You know what? I’m done fighting over something we won’t even admit.”

Before you could say anything, he turned on his heel and stormed out the door.

You heard it before you saw it—the rain, pounding against the pavement, soaking everything in sight. But that didn’t stop him. He walked right out into it, the storm swallowing him whole, his hands on his hips as he stared up at the sky like it could give him the answers he was looking for.

Your heart lurched. You didn’t think—you just ran after him.

“Chris!” you shouted, your bare feet slapping against the wet pavement as you chased him into the downpour. The cold instantly bit at your skin, your clothes clinging to your body. “Chris, stop—”

“Why?” He spun around to face you, his expression wrecked with frustration, with something deeper—something raw. “So we can go back inside and keep pretending? Keep acting like this—us—isn’t more than it is?”

You sucked in a shaky breath, your lips parting, but no words came out.

Chris shook his head, running both hands down his rain-soaked face. “I can’t do this anymore,” he muttered. His voice cracked. “I can’t—”

And then, before you could process what was happening, his hands were on your face, his lips crashing against yours.

It was desperate, urgent, a kiss that tasted like every argument, every unsaid confession, every time you held back. His hands tangled into your hair, gripping you like he was terrified you’d slip away. You melted against him, kissing him back just as hard, your fingers digging into the wet fabric of his hoodie.

When he pulled away, his forehead pressed against yours, he was breathless. “I love you,” he admitted, the words slipping from his lips like a prayer. “I fucking love you, and I don’t care if it ruins everything. I can’t pretend anymore.”

Your heart pounded, your breath shaky as you stared at him, rain dripping from his lashes.

Chris let out a sharp exhale, shaking his head. “I know I’m scared. I know I have commitment issues, and I know I’ve spent years running from this exact thing, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care how long it takes, I don’t care what happens—I want you. I want us.” His voice broke slightly, his grip tightening on your waist. “And if it takes me a while to figure it out, if I fuck up, if I need time to adjust—I just need to know you won’t leave. That you’ll let me love you the way I want to. The way I already do.”

Tears welled in your eyes, mixing with the rain, and you didn’t even hesitate before pulling him back in. This time, the kiss was softer, slower, but just as consuming.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured against his lips. “I love you too, Chris.”

And this time, finally, neither of you had to pretend.

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A/N- YAYAYAYYA

My beautiful babies- @blushsturns @starrii-sturns @izzylovesmatt @chrisslut04 @jimmasterflashh @oopsiedaisydeer @csturnioloswifey @just-a-girl-1 @sturdyyolo @sturnslvtt @sturnbows @sturniolosrtewsexy @chriss-slutt @franticroads @thecrawlys @ribbonlovergirl @freshlyinlovewchris @whore4chris @matts-girlfriend @ariana3lovesu @cass-sturn

[nerdbrazil]

[pearlzier]

────⠀ ⠀nerd!matt x meangirl!reader hcs 'n' stuff

☆ currently obsessed with meangirl!reader i love her. this is very inspired by @tiny_tobasco on tiktok's 'mean' girls girl series shes so meangirl!reader and i got inspired so hard. sfw n nsfw under the cut

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ you two only met properly, before all of the tutoring sessions, when at some party. matt didn't actually know how he got there, well, he did, chris had dragged him there. however, he didn't know why he'd decided to stay. he regrets it especially when some frat guys start making fun of him. he's not completely helpless, he stands his ground, but there's a lot of them and chris is nowhere in sight

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ he's absolutely shitting himself when he sees you come over—assuming you're going to laugh at him with the frat guys. doesn't stop the huge crush he has on you however. the look of your glossy, plump lips tugged into a frown as you walk over, your heels clicking against the floor and the way your little dress clings to the swell of your tits. honestly, he kinda forgets about the insults 'till he snaps back into things.

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ "can you guys shut the fuck up, jesus christ," he's surprised at the fact you're not talking to him, but at them. his eyes drop to your arms folded under your chest before your face. "like, get over yourselves. your little boner party is like, not it. leave him alone, god,"

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ your habit of saying 'like' in every sentence never really went away, but he liked it. it was so you. you talked, a lot, hence the amount of filler words you needed. he's surprised you haven't even started debate club because you'd absolutely win every debate.

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ matt's surprised by how flustered the guys get, at how much power you have over them. but honestly, if you spoke to him like that, he'd get completely flustered too. he already is, the stern tone in your voice making his dick stir in his pants. he's mid adjust when you turn to him, and he blinks, getting flustered himself. damn it. "thanks—"

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ "i didn't know you," you're chewing bubble gum, head cocking to the side a little as your eyes rake over him. "but i do now," you pop, obnoxiously to anyone else but endearing to him, "so hi." he's smitten. "you're staring."

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ "sorry," he apologises immediately, not wanting you to think he's a creep or anything. you blink, not saying much, before you laugh, "it's okay. people do it a lot." yeah, he's sure they do. "like, yeah. um. you want a drink?" you, you, offering him a drink. holy shit, he needs to take a lap.

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ he didn't think you guys would talk after that. but, somehow, you did. it was a little indirect at first since it came through chris, but he basically talked to you, right? he was in his dorm room, when chris bursts in, stood at the door. "dude, knocking? it's a thing? read about it?" chris doesn't pay much attention to his brother's words, not really. "don't wanna hear about your hypotheses, but okay." matt rolls his eyes. but when chris mentions your name, his interest is piqued almost immediately.

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ "me? she was talking about me?" he's shitting himself. chris doesn't seem all that fussed, as he continues, "uh, yeah, she wanted you to tutor her or something," matt deflates a tiny bit, since maybe that meant you just wanted to get your grades up and didn't really wanna be his friend, or something more. but he thinks back to the night you two met and how much fun you two had, so he's down to see what happens.

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ little did he know he literally would never get rid of you after that. he's literally stuck with you forever now

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ everyone thinks you're a total bitch (you lowkey are, but only when it calls for it) but matt sees you for more. honestly he feels the only reason people think you're mean at first glance is your resting bitch face, bluntness and inability to hold conversation. like—you're an absolute sweetheart sometimes and no one but matt, and by proxy his friends, know that.

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ he's just. used to you by now. if he wakes up in the middle of the night and feels you beside him he's gonna assume you're back from a night out and just forgot where your dorm is. matt just draws you in and rests his head against your chest, not thinking twice about it. similarly, if he wakes up and you're in the kitchen for god knows what reason, he just wanders out and stands there for a minute. "girl dinner," you tell him, and he just nods, padding back to the bed.

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ matt's also used to being dragged to your little brunches with your girls. he's just there because you asked him to be, he hasn't really got any business being there.

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ "baby! her bestfriend got with her ex," you tell him, as he's scrolling through his phone sat beside you at the table.

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ "cut her off, bad friend," he says, without looking up from his phone. you nod in agreement with him, a soft, "mhm," coming from your lips before you and your friend continue with the conversation.

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ you're a really attentive listener, contrary to what many may think. you stare blankly at matt the entire time he's rambling about a new game that came out, and he thinks you're not interested, so he stops. the moment he does, you speak up, "no, continue," he hesitates before he does, and when he sees the faint shift in your expression, a softening, he gets back into it

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ matt's always proud of you like after he started tutoring you your grades went up by a lot and he eventually realised he didn't need to tutor you anymore. and then he realised you didn't need tutoring a while back and just acted like you didn't know some things on purpose so he'd hang out with you. he really needed to give you more credit for that one.

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ GOSSIPING. matt loves to chat shit with you !!!! he's had all these opinions and thoughts he's kept to himself this entire time about the meathead frat boys you hung out with sometimes and the vapid sorority girls you were friends with and he finally gets to share them with someone. he knows you'll never tell anyone, plus, you agree with everything he says anyway. "yeah, she actually hates him. she's with him for a bet."

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ "a bet???" he's stunned, mouth agape. "yup," you nod, continuing with doing your makeup as you shrug, "and he's with her on a bet too, so like," he's learnt SO much shit about what goes on because of you <3

NSᅟᅟ꒰͡ ‎ ‎⭒۫ ‎ ‎ִ ‎ ‎͡꒱ᅟᅟFW

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ you were definitely his first for everything—which he's glad for. he knew things, of course, he's not helpless, he had just never done it before. you taught him things, helped explain that porn isn't even that accurate, and made sure he was confident in everything. he felt this bitter pang in his chest when hearing about the fact you'd kissed people before, he hates the idea of with anyone else however you quickly make him feel better

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ matt LOVES your titties like a lot. he's always been looking at them before, he knows, watching how your pretty clothes cling to your chest. or even your push up bras making it more obvious. but the moment he got to actually see them properly and even touch them, he melted almost immediately. you're so pretty, fuck, they're so soft and he could melt everytime he gets his hands on you

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ "what if you suffocate?" you ask, as he's mid boob smothering, resting his head against your chest. "fine with me," he mumbles, breath hot against your soft skin as he sighs into you. you shrug, running your fingers through his dark hair

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ started out as nervous and anxious but slowly grew into the whole sex thing. he's more confident in himself now, taking the lead a little bit more.

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ loves watching his dick slide in and out of your wet hole, the pretty sounds that escape you and the pretty sounds of your pussy with each thrust of his hips. you look so good like this, on the bed beneath him. the way your tits bounce with each cant of his hips. "you look so pretty, oh my god, so, so pretty, fuck, shit, oh,"

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ matt's a rambler when he fucks you, unable to stay quiet. he makes the sweetest sounds, whimpering, whining and moaning at the feel of your tight heat around his cock and he sure as hell praises you like crazy. you're so, so damn gorgeous and he's so amazed that he even gets to have you like this

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ despite how confident he's grown, you can always get him to melt into a mess by just a little bit of teasing. "please, plea—please, oh my god, wanna.. i've been good, promise.." he hiccups his words out softly, eyes falling down to your hand pumping his cock rapidly. "i know, baby, i know. doing so good for me, wanna come? you're gonna come for me?" he doesn't even care how condescending you're being, he just wants to be good for you, and to feel good himself.

🌸 ⤸﹒✧﹒ "gonna come for you," he pants shakily, feeling that familar heat coil in his lower tummy as he grasps tightly at the bed beneath him. he feels his thighs trembling and shaky till he finally comes, white ropes of cum spurting from his tip and coating his stomach. he whines shakily, grasping at your thighs almost immediately to draw you in closer and press his lips to yours, whimpering shakily against your mouth.

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[phone4pills]

𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒕!chris gets a new camera and records memories that he can play back when you’re not around

When you’d bought the camera and given it to Chris for New Year’s he was over the moon. And of course so were you now that you’d figured out a way to record memories and store them on a USB stick. Then you could upload them to Chris’ ROM.

CLIP 01 — 0:19

you had an hour left before the science fair opens. the sports hall at your college was bustling with excitement and exploration. you had spent so many late nights with Chris building the parts of the mini rocket and testing them to make sure that they would no doubt work on the day of the showing. Chris, who had tagged along was filming you as you paced about making sure everything was in place. he was just about to say something when your face dropped. “a part is missing. Chris put that fucking camera down and help me find it!”

CLIP 02 — 0:05

you’re busy working away on one of your assignments and Chris is just all over you. the short clip shows when he comes at you from behind, wrapping an arm around your front and you give his head a scratch, kissing his face.

CLIP 03 — 0:32

the sun peaked through the window as Chris tiptoed into your room. it was finally the weekend and you warned him you were going to sleep until the late morning, around 11. Chris got closer to your bedside, trying not to giggle and he reached to pull the cover off you. before he could even touch the duvet, your hand clawed down around his wrist and with a good amount of effort, you pulled his weight down on the bed, stroking his hair as he lay sprawled over you. then you took the camera, shut it off, and placed it on the nightstand. p.s the two of you slept until 2 pm.

CLIP 04 — 0:24

a late nights drive to McDonald’s turns into a shit show when Chris can’t help himself and drinks down your whole cup of Pepsi. the drive home is silent as Chris clutches the camera with a pout, completely unaware that it’s recording as you speed down the lane towards your house, the last thing caught in the audio being “c’mon. gotta get that stuff out of you before you become dangerous.”

CLIP 05 — 0:45

it’s no surprise that the longest clip is Chris admiring you whilst you do the simplest of tasks. you hum away, watching the pasta boil on the stove as Cigarettes After Sex with lays in the background. and your robot boy watches intently, a lazy smile on his face as though it were superglued there. there’s a small view of the Pokémon cards he’d been organising that lay in order of rarity and issue on the table. this clip is Chris’ favourite because it reflects your time together almost perfectly. just the two of you, getting on with your lives. but it was so much more meaningful when you were in each other’s presence. it was so much more comforting.

while I’ve been procrastinating on writing actual fics, here’s a little idea I had recently. hopefully robot!Chris will be making a MASSIVE comeback this year. and I encourage you guys to write your own robot!Chris ideas and blurbs as long as you tag me !! inspired by @kiemiu ‘s ‘vids your bf sends you’ works LOVE THEM SM.

- ©phone4pills

[sturnslutz]

introducing.. nerd!matt and strawberry!reader

headcannons ab my cuties! moodboards: strawberry!reader and nerd!matt

nerd!matt who has little marvel and star wars figurines all over his room.

nerd!matt who knows everything about marvel and star wars and can talk for so long about the lore and history, and sometimes even the ships of characters.

nerd!matt who's somewhat good at drawing, but getting better day by day.

nerd!matt who has berry in a couple classes and always loves breathing in her strawberry shortcake perfume she has on everyday.

nerd!matt who grew up in his brothers' shadows.

nerd!matt who notices how everyday berry comes in, she always has something red on her.

nerd!matt who got a hard-on when berry smiled at him.

nerd!matt who loves gaming.

nerd!matt who rarely goes to parties.

nerd!matt who applied to harvard, yale, mit, sanford, nyu, uf, and penn and currently waiting for his letters.

nerd!matt who jerks himself off at night looking at berry’s instagram pictures.

strawberry!reader who always has red on her, even if that’s her nail color, or her socks.

strawberry!reader who grew up and lives on a strawberry farm in upstate massachusetts, but lives in somerville with her aunt for the school months. but goes back to upstate on the weekends.

strawberry!reader who’s kinda smart but would rather bury herself in her sketchbooks.

strawberry!reader who noticed matt when their teacher congratulated him for getting the only 100, or one of them, on each test and smiled at him.

strawberry!reader who loves wearing last minute fits and deams them to be the most comfortable.

strawberry!reader who loves playing on her red nintendo switch, and had a quackity phase (which she’s still somewhat in.)

strawberry!reader who has very lustful thoughts and squeezes her thighs whenever she sees matt looking a little too good.

strawberry!reader who loves cats.

strawberry!reader who gets called ‘berry’ by her friends and grew to it.

strawberry!reader who saw matt looking at her stories, and followed him.

strawberry!reader who does have a little weed problem but is trying to get better.

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[snoopychris]

harvard

warnings: lying, two LEGAL teenagers who like each other, mentions of making out

in which… nerd!matt receives a letter that would change his life

matt was nervous.

that was the entire truth. there was multiple things that he could blame it on. he could blame it on all of the projects he had to turn in. he could blame it on his missing package. he could blame it on the letter from Harvard sitting in front of him. he could blame it on you. he opts for the letter.

he’s licking his lips as he stares down at it. he so desperately wants to open the letter, but he promised himself that he wouldn’t do it alone. he told himself that he was going to have someone else there “for support.” deep down he just wanted to show off that he got into Harvard. when he got a letter instead of one of the big welcome packages, he panicked. he’s pacing around his bedroom waiting for someone, anyone, to save him from his thoughts.

relief washes through him when his front door opens and shuts, alerting him of someone’s arrival. he sprints downstairs and skips as many steps as he can. matt swears that he’s never been more relieved to see his brothers and their dumbass friend. nate smirks at the sight of the triplet running down the stairs, letting out a small laugh. “waiting for a girl or something, sturniolo?” matt shakes his head, looking directly at his brothers. he begins to speak but then the door opens again, and in walks his kryptonite.

your ponytail is swaying and you’re carrying multiple different bags from multiple different stores. “yeah sure i got it. let’s alllllll leave the girl to get all the bags.” you mumble, glaring between the three boys who had walked in before you. the bags are set on the floor as you scoff quietly. your look softens when you eye matt, sending him a wide smile. “hi matt…” you whispers, tucking your hair behind your ears. chris groans at your actions and takes a seat on the couch, taking almost full custody of it. he doesn’t know anything about all of the things you and matt have been up to as of late. it was overall a mutual decision to not tell chris about the making out in the car.

or the late night trips to the beach. or the study sessions that you’d been at the library. or the visits to gamestop you had when matt was working. or the calls you’d be on until 3am when time permitted. or the way you’d occasionally ditch your friends during lunch to hang out in Mr. Harrison’s classroom.

nick knew. he only knew because matt felt like he had to tell someone. matt promised him to drive him wherever he wanted if he kept it from chris.

nate knew. he only knew because he caught you and matt in the science room after forgetting his headphones in there one day. you still owe him a few grams of weed for his silence.

nate and nick join him on the array of couches, leaving a spot for you on the opposite end of the couch chris was on. you take your seat as matt swallows, tucking the letter away in his back pocket. a puzzled look covers your face at the action, but you get pulled away from the thoughts when chris throws a pillow at you.

“are you even listening to me right now?” you cough and shake your head, throwing the pillow right back and delving into the conversation. “yeah sorry. no i think it’d be a great idea if you asked sadie to prom… in 5 months when it actually is prom season.” matt knows that he’s just been sidelined but it’s not the end of the world for him. he’ll just wait for later to open the letter, preferably with his mom and dad around. he makes his way back to his bedroom and begins looking for ways to distract himself.

he wishes he could take you to the beach and just talk the way you’ve been doing almost every night lately, but he knows his brother is unfortunately occupying too much space in your mind right now.

he’s only organizing his pokémon binder for about ten minute when you knock on his door. “what are you up to, nerd?” you joke, walking over to him. you take a seat on his thigh and wrap an arm around his shoulder, laying your head so yours is touching his. “just thinking…” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. you smile at the simple action, gently scratching his head. “about?” you prod, glancing to the door. chris was fast asleep downstairs, but you were still slightly worried about getting caught. “got a letter from Harvard in the mail today.” he whispers, glancing at the table that was on his desk. you shoot up from your spot on his lap, matt frowning at the lack of touch.

“are you serious? did you open it? what does it say? am i gonna have to start wearing burgundy?” matt chuckles and adjusts his glasses, gripping onto your hand. “haven’t opened it yet.” you frown at his response, twisting your face. “why not?”

“was waiting for my mom or something… i’m nervous i guess.” he whispers, his grip on your hand tightening, almost like he was trying his best to prevent you from leaving. you nod at his words in understanding as you sit back down on his lap, burying your face into his neck. “look if i get in… you say the word and i’ll stay.” your eyes widen at his words and you pull away, a breath getting stuck in your throat.

“you’d stay for me?” “course i’d stay. you’re my girlfriend after all.” he whispers, pulling away when he realizes the words that just left his mouth. your mouth is dropped wide open, blinking rapidly. matt looks at you and tries deciphering your face for any sign of anything other than the blank stare you were giving his pillows. he shakes you a few times, eyes widening. “i mean… if you’ll be… my girlfriend that is.” he asks, eyebrows lifting up at you. he almost regrets the question when you don’t answer him. he feels like he’s messed everything up and his nerves spike more than ever before. you notice the expression on his face and grip onto his hand.

“do y’think girlfriends get to sit on their boyfriends lap while they make out in his gaming chair or no?”

matt’s nervous. he’s blaming it all on Harvard. but Harvard can wait.

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a/n: at the airport rnnnnn hope u guys #wantedthis. if u didn’t. oh well. i am setting this shit up for so much angst. kiss kiss! -gen.

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws !