#sturniolo imagines

[tezzzzzzzz]

Warnings: swearing, suggestive

Note: this is so basic but I wanted to write so wtv

You sat backstage practically shaking with excitement looking at Matt as Chris and nick sat in the couch opposite to him hyping up their surprise.

“Okay okay just play the video already..!” Matt giggled out looking at the screen. The screen turned black and he looked over at Chris and nick confused as they both were grinning like idiots. Matt looked back to the screen then felt a soft tap on his shoulder and wiped his head around. He gasped and practically jumped over the couch to you.

He was in no way a fan of pda but he couldn’t help himself and held you as he stumbled forwards in his direction kissing your face. You giggled holding around his neck. After a moment he finally pulled away and looked at you just to shove you back under his chin and looked over at nick and Chris then the audience.

He giggled softly his arm’s still around you as he walked back over to his seat. He picked up the mic you under his arm. “What the fuck y’all..” he sighed laughing. 

After a bit of talking they all wrapped up the show and as soon as you and Matt walked off stage he practically tackled you again holding you against him.

You giggled softly and pulled your head back to press a sweet kiss on his lips. Nick sat on one of the backstage chairs and snuck a few photos for fridays photo dump.

After a moment Matt let you go and started leading you to the back door. “Where are we goin..” you hummed quietly. He looked back at you like you were stupid. “I haven’t seen you in how long and you expect me not to fuck you immediately.?” He asked.

[sparklyskies0]

𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 ꣑ৎ c.s

pairings: driving!bf!chris x passengerprincess!reader

( 𝙞�� 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 ) after spending a weekend seeing your parents, you and chris are now on the drive back to his place. You couldn’t wait to get back home to have him in your mouth.

warnings/disclaimers: oral!male receiving, blowjob while driving, pet names, car sex, etc.

The drive back home has only been an hour already. You’re restless, only two more hours to go. The weekend with your family was fun and much needed. Nothing but good vibes and the family taste of your mothers cooking. The only problem, was that you were hornier than usual.

You wanted chris—no, needed chris everyday. But you refused to do anything about it because of the family setting. Sleeping in your childhood bed with him was torture, his body pressed against yours driving you crazy. You wanted nothing more than to just tell him to fuck you then and there. And he knew it, he felt the way you would stir purposely to get closer and rub your ass against his bulge. But then again, family setting.

When it was time to leave, you were ecstatic. You enjoyed your time with family but going back to being alone with chris tops all of that. Plus, you had lots of fucking to make up for.

The drive back home is three hours at most. Pure torture. You couldn’t help but stare at chris’s manly hands on the wheel, the way he keeps one hand on it while the other is on your thigh at all times. You fought the urge to close your legs together because of the pulsing sensation. You turned your head, looking out of the window to find something, anything to distract you from how good your boyfriend looks and how bad you want him. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, as his hands squeezed your thigh occasionally which is something he does a lot.

Good thing he couldn’t hear your slight moan over the loud music blaring through the car. After a while you couldn’t keep your urges to yourself anymore. “baby?” you speak. so soft that at first he couldn’t hear you, so focused on the road and the lil skies song that was playing. You repeated yourself, a little louder.

He snapped his head to you briefly, before returning his eyes in front of him. “yea? what’s up ma?” he reaches to turn the music down slightly. “i want you.” you place your hand on his leg. Dangerously close to his crotch. He double takes, “huh?” he asks, his brows furrowing a little in confusion. But he heard you, he just wanted to hear you say it again. Maybe beg a little.

“i said i want you, this whole trip i’ve been horny as fuck” you say, being completely honest. Though it wasn’t necessary. Because he knew, he always does. “oh yea?” he says, a small smirk forming on his face that’s glowing in the moonlight.

“yes. you haven’t noticed?” you say, some sort of shock in your voice. You didn’t think you were being subtle at all. You could’ve sworn chris could sense when he needs to fuck you almost immediately just by looking at you. “no i definitely have.” he chuckles

“when i came out the shower the other day you fucking moaned babe” he accuses. which is very true. you thought it was in your head but it was out loud. “what do you need, princess? i got you when we get home” he asks

Your hand inches closer. Teasing him slightly. He looks down at your wandering hand and bites his lip. “what’re you doin?..” his voice is low. “i can’t wait till we get home…” you say softly, your voice laced with need and desire.

your hand finally makes its way to his now hardened cock. His bulge visible through his jeans. You run your hand over it teasingly. He hisses. His posture straightening. “ma, not right now.. i’m driving” he mumbles, almost like he didn’t want you to hear him.

“i don’t care..” you breathe out, now adjusting your position to fully face him. Your hand makes its way to his belt, unbuckling it. Chris bites his lip. His heart pounding out of his chest.

Almost as if the universe answered him, he comes to a red light. He stops. Almost immediately beginning to assist you in undressing him. He lifts his hips up, as you pull his pants along with his underwear down to his ankles. he settles back in his seat. You take his throbbing cock in your hand, his precum glistening around his pink tip.

“mm look at you, y’wanted this too, huh?” you moan softly, palming his cock. He lets out a strained moan. “shit..”

You teasingly kitten lick his tip, cleaning up all the precum before taking him deep into your mouth. He lets out a strong moan. When the light turns green he curses.

he begins driving again, struggling to keep his composure as you don’t stop. Your head bobbing up and down and getting faster every second. “fuck-baby” he moans

You hum around him, sending vibrations through his large member. His breath is shaky, he places two hands on the wheel just in case, he grips it.

Your hand strokes him as you move up and down. The sounds of his wet cock filling the car along with his moans and the low music. You release him with a pop sound. Catching your breath. “ohh fuck..” you continue to stroke him. looking up at him for some sexy eye contact only to see that his face is contorted with pleasure as he focused on the road.

That was enough for you. “mm, like that baby?” you say your last words before taking him in your mouth again. He gasps slightly. “fuckk,.. s’good” he mutters, throwing his head back but quickly snapping back up as he remembers he is driving.

He keeps one hand on the steering wheel, his other placing on your head to force you to take him deeper. You feel him touch the back of your throat, gagging slightly. But you don’t stop. Your pace quickening. He attacks your throat repeatedly with his cock. You can tell he’s close by how he throbs and twitches in your mouth.

You lift your head up, for another breath. “mm so close baby.. you gonna cum? gonna cum in my mouth?…” you egg him on. “give it to me.” You encourage

His moans get louder, his stomach sinking in as he nears his release. His vision going blurry slightly “oh god oh god oh god” he repeats. In pleasure and panic.

Your bring your free hand to squeeze his balls, causing him to tense up more. Your eyes watering as you deepthroat him violently. You slow down when you feel him twitch, now going from sloppy and fast to sensual. You go faster when his hips buck up to thrust in your mouth. Signaling for you not to stop what you were doing.

“ohh fuck ma don’t stoppp, shiiiittt” he lets out a loud guttural groan. Stilling inside your mouth as his cock shoots his warm load down your throat. Filling your mouth completely.

He empties himself inside, his body twitching with aftershocks. You take him out of your mouth, emphasizing the pop. You swallow, looking up at him. His cum spilling out from the sides of your mouth. You lick your lips. You use your tongue and mouth to clean off his cock, he whimpers at the stimulation.

“fuck…” he pants out when you sit straight up again in the passenger seat. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

He glances at you. “better?” he speaks “think you can behave for the rest of the ride now?”

You smile, triumphantly.

ᥫ᭡ Authors Note

woke up, saw chris’s post

and started creaming. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[stxrsniolo]

♰ֻㅤ۫ㅤֵ⠀𝅥⠀matt's stress reliever ꒰͡⠀𝅄⠀͡꒱⠀⠀ִ⠀﹚⠀❟ㅤ

ㅤ◜ ✴ ⠀ 𓈒ㅤ ﹙surprise tour!matt x y/n﹚─── ⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ once the triplets came back to the hotel after a long photoshoot session with prada, matt needed that sweet relief only you could provide him. ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( ˖ ࣪★˳ ) : surprise tour setup + oral (female receiver) + cussing → smut oneshot.

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ( aegan's notes )﹕i swear that i'm still alive i'm just being gatekeeped by mai (just kidding, mai i love you).

the day’s been a grind; hours in a wooded clearing, the air thick with pine and the faint buzz of a drone overhead, capturing matt and his brothers for a prada shoot. the forest had been stunning—mossy trails, sunlight dappling through leaves—but the work was relentless: posing, reshooting, dealing with chris’s antics and nick’s perfectionism, all while some photographers lingered at the edges, snapping pics for their youtube tour vlog.

matt’s drained—shoulders slumped, eyes heavy, his black prada jacket still clinging to him as he trudges into the hotel room, y/n at his side, her hand brushing his in quiet support.

the room’s a sleek modern, minimalist haven with a king bed draped in crisp white sheets, a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city’s twinkling lights. he kicks off his sneakers, muttering, “fuckin’ exhausted,” voice low and rough, running a hand through his hair as he shrugs off the jacket, letting it fall to the floor.

y/n watches him, her own fatigue mirrored in her soft eyes, but there’s a warmth there—understanding, steady. “you did great out there,” she says, voice gentle, stepping closer, her sundress swaying as she moves, the hem brushing her thighs.

he looks at her, blue eyes darkening, stormy with stress and something shifts, a need flickering beneath his weariness. “c’mere,” he murmurs, voice a tired rasp, sitting on the edge of the bed, patting his lap.

she hesitates, then moves, but he shakes his head, a faint smirk tugging his lips. “not there... up here,” he says, lying back, head on the pillow, hands reaching for her hips, guiding her until she’s straddling his chest, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him.

“matt... what are you—” she starts, but he’s already tugging her closer, hands firm but slow, sliding her up, her thighs now framing his face, her dress bunched at her waist, panties exposed, the white lace, already clinging to her with a hint of dampness.

“need to unwind, i wanna taste ya,” he mumbles, voice slurry with exhaustion, but there’s a hunger there, a lazy determination as he hooks a finger in her panties, pulling them aside, baring her to the cool air of the room.

“you—shit—you’re sure?” she gasps, hands bracing on the headboard, but he’s already leaning up, breath hot against her, his nose brushing her clit as he inhales deep, groaning soft, “fuck, you smell so good.” his tongue flicks out—slow, deliberate—dragging a long, languid stripe through her folds, tasting her slick, warm and sweet, and she shudders, a soft moan slipping free.

“matt, oh god,” she breathes, hips twitching, but he holds her steady, hands gripping her thighs, keeping her pressed close as he works.

he’s lazy about it: exhausted, moving slow, but it’s intense, every lick a heavy, indulgent drag, his tongue circling her clit with a patience that makes her tremble. “y’so fuckin’ perfect—my girl,” he mutters, voice muffled against her, lips sucking gently, then harder, drawing a sharp cry from her as her thighs quake around his head. he groans into her, the vibration sending sparks up her spine, his hands kneading her ass, pulling her down harder, like he’s drowning in her and doesn’t care.

“matt—fuck, you’re so good,” she chokes, head tipping back, fingers white-knuckling the headboard as he laps at her, slow and messy, her slick coating his lips, his chin, dripping down to the sheets.

he’s relentless in his laziness, tongue dipping inside her, curling deep, then back to her clit, sucking with a rhythm that’s almost hypnotic, his eyes half-lidded, watching her fall apart above him. “cum f’me, i need it, baby,” he slurs, voice fraying, and it’s the plea in his tone, the way he’s using her to unwind, that tips her over.

she shatters immediately, a cry tearing from her throat, “Fuck!” as she cums, gushing against his tongue, her body convulsing, thighs clamping his head as he groans, lapping her through it, slow and greedy, savoring every drop.

“you taste like heaven,” he mumbles, voice wrecked, kissing her clit soft as she trembles, oversensitive, her breaths ragged. he pulls back, lips glistening, a tired grin spreading as he looks up at her, “feel better now, you’re my fuckin’ cure.”

she collapses beside him—breathless, flushed—curling into his side, his arm wrapping around her, heavy and warm. “you’re gonna kill me one day,” she laughs, weak, kissing his jaw, and he hums, lazy and content, “good way to go,” the city lights twinkling outside, their quiet a balm after the storm of the day.

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[l0vely-sturniolo]

why has like NO ONE talked abt matt’s voice right here??? like HELLO THIS MAN IS SO ATTRACTIVE.

[sturniolo04]

Wisdom Teeth M.S.

Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

"Good Morning vlog"

I said to my vlog camera that was in my hands

"Today...well"

i trailed off looking at my boyfriend in the drivers seat of the car then pointing the camera towards him

"what are we doing today babe"

I ask as he looked at me with a stupid face

"Getting my fucking wisdom teeth removed"

He cursed under his breath

" WATCH YOUR MOUTH MATTHEW"

i shouted slapping his arm playfully him chuckling at my actions

"Anyway..."

I started

"I don't know why I have to get them removed its dumb"

"Anyway We also have Nicolas Sturniolo here to drive home because I know I have to take of this big baby when he gets out"

I said pointing over to Nick then Matt

"Did it hurt Nick"

Matt Asked Nick

"No you'll be out your won't feel anything"

he encouraged

"you ready"

i said as i turned the camera off of the two then back to me

"LETS GO"

Nick exclaimed

"see Nick is excited"

"yeah because isn't having unnecessary teeth removed against his will"

he rejected getting out of the car along with us too

"Youll be fine"

i said grabbing his hand as he came around to the other side of the car. We checked in and waited patiently for his name to be called

"Matthew Sturniolo"

"Okay wish Matt luck"

i said pointing the camera towards Matt leaving then turning it back to me and Nick

"how do you think he will act afterwards"

Nick questions looking at the viewfinder

"With him i honestly don't know but we will find out so yeah"

i said finally turning off the camera to enjoy the company of Nic while we waited

smiling as i saw the doctor door open and comes a drugged Matt Sturniolo talking about well being a giraffe

"Babe babe guess what"

he exclaimed falling slightly in my arms

"What"

"I am a giraffe"

"oh"

i said playing along

"and they kidnapped me and took me away from my habitat"

" Babe"

I giggled at his drugged state him looking at me finally

"why do i see three of you"

he questioned losing his balance a little

"oh babe come on let's go"

"we going back home"

i answered

"yes"

"yay back to the wild"

"no baby back home to your bed"

"your kidnapping me now what is wrong with these people"

I chuckled again at his reply we headed to the car and he and i got in the back of the car and i turned my camera back on

"so guys look whos here"

i said pointing the camera at my boyfriend

" you have anything to say to them Matt"

"yes as a matter of fact i do let me"

he said grabbing the camera out of my hands holding it to where they could only see his mouth

"they kidnapped me guys i am really suppose to be in the wild"

he stated into the camera

"tell them why "

i said wanting them to really hear what the story was

" because i am a mother fucking giraffe"

he stated again me taking the camera out of his hands as he started complain about not being able to feel his face

"well you have to bleep all those words out"

Nick said from the drivers seat of the car

"i know"

i sighed looking into the viewfinder then over to my boyfriend

"how you doing Matty b"

I asked

"i cant fucking feel my face"

he said touching his cheeks then his lips and then things took a hilarious turn

"I feel like a puffer fish"

he cried out tears streaming down his face

"Matt nooo your not"

i said laughing lightly but feeling bad at the same time

"i want a burger"

"no you cant have that"

"why"

he whined

"dentist said to have soft foods you want mash potatoes"

i asked as he fake gags

" okay what do you want"

" A burger"

"expect that"

"why not"

"Because"

i said finally closing the conversation as we pulled up to the Sturniolo house walking in i grabbed all of Matt's stuff of the car while Chris and Nick helped Matt to his room as i pulled out my camera again to film my outro..

"Well we made it back home and chris and nick helped Matt in and yeah so that is the of this lovely video um if you liked it click the thumbs up and then subscribe to my channel and yeah definitely like this video because i have a feeling Matt's is going to try to tell me not to post it so yeah but i will see you next time"

i said finally turning off my camera completely heading upstairs to cuddle with my boyfriend who i thought was sleep

"come cuddle"

he said as i was taking off my shoes

"okay okay i am coming silly"

i said sliding in the covers with him as he wrapped his arm around my waist ending our day peacefully falling asleep.

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[kiemiu]

an average day w/ bf!matt <3 | ( fem!reader ) fluff + soft hours. established relationship drabble wc 1.6k (library) + (request) warnings -> one use of y/n

9:51am - a tattooed arm weighs heavy across your abdomen as you slowly adjust your eyes to the morning light shining through the curtains. careful stretches and quiet groans leave you as you twist in matt's grip. his arm only hooking around you significantly tighter at your movement. you lie still for a moment before turning towards him, his head remains buried deep into your neck. "matt, baby. cmon, time to get up." you whisper hoarsely, as you tap at his arm. he pretends to continue sleeping as you poke and prod at him to get up. he lowly groans in response before turning over to his side of the bed, his arm still hooked around your waist as he lazily flips you over his body to cradle you into his chest. "5 more minutes, please?" he tiredly grumbles before throwing his leg over you, swiftly pulling you as close as he possibly could. you only sigh in response before relaxing in his grip, knowing that you'd be there for another hour or so.

11:32am - sudden rapid knocks wake you up from your second wave of sleep. chris's voice being heard behind the door as he twisted at the locked door knob. "matt, come on, you said you'd take me to target today." his voice clearly laced with irritation as he banged his fist on the door, louder and louder. "oh my fucking god." matt grumbled his grip on you becoming tighter, cradling your head into his chest before he slightly lifted himself up to shout out "alright chris, i heard you! give me a fucking second." before plopping himself back to his original spot. there was silence on the other side of the door before chris responded "finally, you got 20 minutes!" his voice getting more and more faint as he walked down the hallway. you gently patted matt's chest in comfort before hoisting yourself up and heading to the bathroom. "taking a shower, baby?" he asked, his voice much softer this time. you only hummed in response, lingering by the door, knowing what he'd ask you next. "can i join?"

12:59pm - you slowly pushed the cart, one of matt's arm hooked around your waist as your eyes trailed over the selection of frozen treats. "baby, we already have enough ice cream at home." matt softly whined, his hand affectionately gripped your hip while his thumb gently massaged your clothed skin. "yeah, but you always eat it all. i want something for myself this time." you tease before your eyes land on what flavor you want. "that's—not true." he grumbled with a half-hearted eye roll, knowing you were right. "mmm, i think i'm gonna go with the classic cookie dough." you mutter to yourself before breaking away from him to reach in and grab a small tub of ice cream. just as soon as you set your treat in the cart, chris ran up with a wide smile. "dude, we have to get this! it's the last one on the shelf." he exclaimed excitedly while holding a batman themed lego set, nervously switching from one foot to the other as he waited for your approval to set it down in the cart. matt had a conflicted look on his face as one of his hands mindlessly played with the end of your jacket. just as matt was opening his mouth to say 'no', you interjected with a wide smile and a cheery "of course." making chris throw the set into the cart before jogging away to look at more things he didn't need. "he's gonna go bankrupt if you keep encouraging him." he reprimanded, no malice in his tone while he took over the job of pushing the cart as it started to get too heavy. "oh, shush. you wanted it just as bad."

2:46pm - matt's hand that rested on your thigh reached up to turn down the volume of his music. "sweetheart, can you look up something for us to eat? i'm getting hungry." he asked, his eyes focused on the road as he reached for his phone that rested on the arm rest and handed it to you. you hummed in response before scrolling through various food locations. "can we get red robin? their fries are so good and i'd kill for one of their burgers right now." you asked even as you already started to type in the address. "oh, that'd be so fucking good right now." chris chimed in from the back, his mouth full of potato chips. matt's face scrunched up in slight disgust at the sound of crunching coming from chris. "yeah, that's fine. chris, text nick and ask if he wants anything— and don't get any crumbs on my fucking seats. thanks." matt muttered before resting his hand back on your thigh.

3:33pm - you laid sprawled out on the couch after finishing your meal. a movie you hadn't really been paying attention to played on the tv as you cuddled closer to matt, his hand under your shirt and resting on your stomach. "sleepy?" he quietly asked, his lips resting on the side of your face before pressing gentle pecks across your skin. you only hummed in confirmation, a lazy nod following as you leaned into more of his kisses. "hm, go lay down. i'll clean up and come up in a sec." he dismissed, before gently patting your stomach. you stretched your arms out before walking back to his room, falling on his bed as soon as it was in reach. you could hear him faintly talking to his brother as you didn't close the door all the way. "me and y/n are gonna take a nap. if you need anything, don't ask." you heard matt say as the sound of his voice got closer. you didn't move when you heard the door close behind you, keeping your eyes closed even as you laid sprawled across his entire bed. matt set the multiple water bottles on his nightstand before laying on top of you, laughing at the strained groan you let out. "make room for me and mr. wrinkleton,"

7:22pm - you woke up to the sound of matt's pc turning on. your head lifting up to see him already looking at you with a timid expression. "sorry, baby. i was gonna stream a little with chris. didn't mean to wake you up." he explained apologetically. "its okay." you whispered, knowing you would've woken up sooner or later with the amount him and chris shouted. you stretched before making your way out of the room. "you're leaving?" you heard him ask as soon as you opened his bedroom door. "yeah, i wanna go hang with nick while you stream." you admitted, leaning against his door frame. "oh, okay...gimme a kiss before you go." he said, his head tilted back on his gaming chair, his lips pursed in the air as he waited for you to give him what he wanted. you rolled your eyes playfully before sauntering over to him, resting your hands on the side of his face and tilting his head up before slotting your lips against his. the kiss lingered on longer than you intended as the tip of his nose brushed against your cheek. "love you, pretty." he whispered, dazed as you broke away from the kiss, his eyes going back and forth from your lips and eyes. "i love you more." you replied with a smile before pressing a quick departing peck on his lips and closing the door behind you.

10:01pm - you and nick giggled uncontrollably while filming your 3rd tik tok together that would most likely go straight to his drafts. you rewatched it over and over again, clutching your stomachs and doubling over in laughter as you watched the two of you do stupid stunts. tears forming in your eyes as you both sat on the floor together thinking of the next video you'd film together. there was a soft knock on the door, halting your shenanigans. "what?" nick yelled out before the door opened. it was matt, and his eyes immediately landed on yours, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "you guys wanna come down and play uno with me and chris?" he asked, chris peeking behind his shoulder with his hands clasped together in a pleading manner. "fine, but be prepared to lose." nick answered as all of you started to make your way towards the living room, matt straying behind to hook his arm around your waist.

12:11am - multiple games went by, everyone having their fair share of wins but nick ultimately coming out as the winner. "get your skills up, bitches." being his final statement before he made his way back to his room, his head held high at his victory. the rest of you retreat to your bedrooms, the night starting to feel heavy as you and matt once again retreated back to his room with a handful of snacks in your arms. deciding to continue watching the series you started together, you happily munched on your snacks, adding in your own shared commentary, and rewinded the parts that made you laugh.

3:44am - after a few episodes you transcended into gravity falls, quietly listening as matt told you all of the lore he knew and gushed on about his favorite episodes. seeing you yawn made him realize how late it had gotten, you insisted that you weren't tired, despite your droopy eyes telling a different story. matt didn't press the issue, only smiling when he looks over a few minutes later to see you passed out sleeping. once the episode ended, he wasted no time shutting the tv off and tucking you in, giving you a kiss on the forehead as he cuddled as close to you as he possibly could. "sweet dreams, pretty girl."

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[lazysoulwriter]

christopher... ♡

you keep calling Chris by his full name—Christopher—and make him fall harder every time.

the flustered barista - Chris had just taken a sip of his coffee when you leaned across the counter and said it—smooth, teasing, and perfectly timed.

“Christopher, I think you forgot to pay for your drink.”

He choked. Actually choked. Eyes wide, hand flying to his chest like you’d just shot him.

“What did you just call me?” he wheezed, coughing into his sleeve.

“Christopher,” you repeated sweetly, resting your chin on your hand. “That is your name, isn’t it?”

His face went so red it rivaled the espresso machine’s warning light.

“Yeah, but—” He cleared his throat. “No one calls me that.”

“Guess I’m not ‘no one,’ then.” You winked, grabbing his receipt and writing something on it before sliding it toward him.

He glanced down.

Your number.

“Enjoy your coffee, Christopher.”

And with that, you walked off, leaving him gripping the cup like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

the puppy eyes incident - Chris had an unfair advantage—puppy eyes. Those big, ridiculous, soft blue eyes that he used as a weapon when he wanted something.

And right now, he wanted the last slice of pizza.

“Come on,” he pleaded, tilting his head, looking devastated as you held the plate hostage. “Please?”

You sighed dramatically. “Christopher, are you seriously trying to manipulate me with those eyes?”

His whole body froze, like you’d just called him out in front of a live studio audience.

“…What did you just say?” His voice cracked, which was kind of adorable.

“Christopher,” you repeated, grinning as his ears turned pink.

“You can’t— You can’t just—” He flailed, pointing at you. “That’s illegal.”

“Says who?” You smirked. “Someone who calls me by my full name whenever he wants?”

His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “I— That’s different!”

“Uh-huh. Sure, Christopher.”

You slid the pizza slice toward him as a reward for surviving the embarrassment.

But the way he stared at you, all dumbfounded and lovestruck? Yeah. You were definitely winning this game.

the almost slip-up - Chris was scrolling on his phone when you leaned over his shoulder, looking at whatever dumb video he was watching.

“Christopher,” you murmured near his ear.

His whole body stiffened.

You hadn’t meant to do it like that, but it just kind of… slipped out. Soft. A little too close. A little too intimate.

He turned his head slowly, eyes dark, a slow smirk creeping onto his face.

“Oh,” he said, voice dropping. “Say that again.”

You blinked. “…Huh?”

“Say it again,” he repeated, shifting slightly toward you. His phone was abandoned now, fingers twitching like he was resisting the urge to touch you.

You narrowed your eyes. “Why?”

He grinned. “Because I like it.”

Oh. Oh.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling very warm. “Christopher.”

The way he exhaled? Like he was barely holding it together?

Yeah. That was definitely going to be useful later.

the ‘you’re in trouble’ moment - Chris had done something. You didn’t know what yet, but the way he was avoiding your gaze? Guilty.

“Christopher,” you said, hands on your hips.

He instantly winced. “Oh no.”

“Oh no what?” You raised an eyebrow.

He fidgeted. “You— You only call me that when I’m in trouble.”

“That’s crazy,” you said, feigning innocence. “Why would you ever be in trouble, Christopher?”

His eyes widened. “Okay, wait, wait—” He scrambled up, hands in the air. “Before you freak out—”

“So I should freak out?”

“…No?”

You crossed your arms, tapping your foot.

He groaned, running a hand down his face. “Ugh, you’re terrifying.”

“Good,” you said sweetly. “Now spill.”

The Bedhead Confession - It was early. Too early. Chris was barely awake, sprawled out on your couch, hair a mess, voice rough with sleep as he yawned.

“Mornin’,” he mumbled.

“Morning, Christopher.”

His head snapped up so fast you almost felt bad. Almost.

“…That’s cheating,” he said, voice still gravelly.

“What is?”

He blinked at you like you’d just personally ruined his life. “Saying it when I’m half awake.”

“Why?” You smirked. “Does it do something to you, Christopher?”

The muscle in his jaw twitched. He rolled onto his back, throwing an arm over his face.

“You suck,” he groaned.

You laughed, grabbing a blanket and tossing it over him. “No, but I do win.”

And judging by the way he peeked at you from under his arm, looking all soft and smitten?

Yeah. You totally won.

[trevorsgodmother]

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[sturns-angel]

bf!matt has his hands full with pregnant!reader

i walked over to the kitchen counter, fingers mindlessly drumming on my swollen belly. i’ve been craving anything and everything, but nothing all at the same time. little mr bouncy in my tummy has my cravings all out of wack as we near the end of my pregnancy and it’s driving me absolutely insane.

“hey y/n!” nick chirps as he makes his way into the kitchen. “are you and matt still going to that weird pregnant lady thing later?” he asks.

“it’s called lamaze, and yes.” i chuckle as i stare at the scarce amount of food in the fridge. the guys have never been good at keeping food in the house so i took it upon myself to be in charge of this until i couldn’t drive anymore due to my pregnancy.

“i feel like i should go to a lamaze class. think it’d be fun.” nick says nonchalantly as he opens a bottle of water.

just as i’m about to comment on how ridiculous he sounds, matt comes walking up the stairs from the garage. “you ready, sweetheart?” he asks, putting a hand on my back.

my eyebrows shoot up and i stare at him blankly. “ready for what?” i ask and turn my attention back to the fridge.

“we were gonna stop by the store before class…” matt answers cautiously. i can already feel the guilt run over me and my eyes begin to sting as tears fill them. “it’s okay! it’s alright, lov-“

i squeeze my eyes shut and feel tears spill down my cheeks as my body lightly trembles. nick starts to say something and i hear matt shush him. i’ve been a hormonal wreck for the past 3 weeks. matt’s very much aware of this and tries his best to avoid upsetting me, but it’s pointless. he could simply look at me and i’d start sobbing.

“i fucking forgot again!” i sob, gripping the fridge handle as if my life depends on it. matt gently grabs my hand and closes the fridge door. “what the hell is wrong with me?!”

“nothing, love. nothing is wrong with you. it’s okay! this is all normal.”

“look at me!” i exclaim, throwing my hands around dramatically. “does this look fucking normal to you?”

“no…” nick snickers and matt shoots him a look, causing nick to quickly leave the room.

“see?! i’m just a mess and i forget everything and i’m always hungry, but never know what i want to eat and-“

matt interrupts my ramblings by softly placing his hands on my cheeks. his eyes filled with love (and a bit of concern).

“you’re doing something amazing. you have our baby growing inside of you. you’re the farthest thing from a mess. i’m so lucky to have you and to do this with you.”

my breathing is sharp and i reach my hands up to grab onto matt’s shirt. “okay… i’m sor-“

“you don’t ever need to apologize for your feelings, especially when you’re making our child.” matt speaks softly. i stare down at my hands that have a tight clutch on his shirt. “you okay?”

i slowly nod and finally lift my eyes up to meet his.

“can we stop at taco bell first?”

[byechristopher]

Quiet.

– MATT STURNIOLO SMUT.

Author's note: Y'ALL. Shout-out to my Matt girls. This is my first Matt fic ever. I love everything about this fic – I love when women get ready when their crush MIGHT be there, I fucking love petnames and I feel like Matt definitely uses a lot too, I love movie nights and Matt would definitely finger his girl under the covers, I love dom but gentle Matt. I love it. Bye. Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: long and filthy smut. Minors dni! Semi-public?, fingering, petnames, dom!Matt. Didn't proofread!

"So, can you swing by?" I hear my friend's voice through the phone.

"Absolutely. Heading to the market in a bit, grabbing some beers, and I'll be at your place by 9PM. Sound good?" I reply, rummaging through every drawer to find my wallet.

"Perfect, babes. See you there!" she says. After exchanging greetings, I hang up, sliding my phone into the back pocket of my pants.

Considering Matthew freaking Sturniolo will be there, I'm already dressed with makeup on, not wanting to waste a single second; I aim to be there ASAP.

Not that I'm trying to impress Matt (yes I am), but there's been a thing between us (I refuse to call it a "situationship") since we all started hanging out. I've been part of that friend group for nearly two years now, and from the moment I joined, Matt started being quite flirty. And ever since then, we just casually flirt, make-out, have sex.. very casual.

Now, after a few weeks of not seeing each other (though we talk on the phone almost daily), I want to be my best self. I've done my skincare, enjoyed a three-hour-long bath, styled my hair in loose curls, put on comfy clothes – the whole shebang. If I've done this for nothing, I'll scream. Internally.

None of this matters now, because I am outside my friend's apartment, clutching the paper bag of beers in one hand and my scarf in the other one. I knock on the door, patiently waiting but instead of my friend, of course it's Matt who opens it, dressed in his signature black hoodie, black jeans, his usual chain dangling around his neck and his usual rings decorating his fingers. He looks.. delicious.

"Didn't expect me to open the door." it's more of a statement than a question, so I smile and nod.

"Not really, no." I chuckle, not moving an inch.

"You told me you'd be here by 9. So I'm here." he says with that captivating voice, taking a step closer, slowly pulling the door handle without closing it.

Cupping my cheek, he moves in, rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb, gently 1smudging my lipgloss before leaning in for a kiss. I release my scarf to grab his free hand, tugging on his fingertips as I reciprocate the kiss.

"You look pretty." he whispers against my lips and I smile.

Before entering, I pause him, rubbing his lips with my thumb to remove my lipgloss from them. Chuckling at his knowing stare, I say, "come on, let's go!" gently pushing him inside.

God help me, he smells amazing.

After greeting everyone and putting the beers inside the fridge, I take off my scarf and my coat, heading to the kitchen again so I can help with the snacks and the beers.

"Guys, I'm sorry in advance but you're probably going to freeze your ass off. Something's wrong with the heating so I'll just give y'all a ton of blankets." our friend apologises but we all brush it off.

"Bitch, we used to hang out in dark alleys in WINTER when we were younger, literally shut up. We can take it." another friend says, rolling her eyes and I laugh. We are all living the same lives, it seems.

After deciding which movie we will watch, with the snacks and the drinks on the table and the blankets ready to provide us with warmth, we were finally ready. I did have my eye on Matt so of course, when he patted the spot next to him on the small settee while looking at me with a smile, I almost ran to make sure I secure my place next to him.

The movie has started already, Matt is sitting next to me and we have two blankets covering us – his hand is on my thigh and my thigh is over his leg. His thumb is rubbing my leg through my pants and it's much more distracting than I could ever imagine. I do make sure to curl up against his side and he smiles, making sure the blankets are covering me properly.

Not even fifteen minutes have passed and I already feel the need to pee; that goddamn wine. I excuse myself and practically run to the bathroom, only to come back a few minutes later to see Matt almost laying on that settee. All the lights are closed but I know he can kind of see my reflection because of the big TV screen, so he can see the question marks all over my face – where the hell am I gonna seat?

He smiles and he pushes the blankets to the side, sitting up a bit and spreading his legs so I can sit in between them.

Well, fuck.

Sitting down in between his legs, I grab his thighs to support myself and make sure my whole back is pressed against him, leaning back to practically lay on his chest. I pull the blankets over us and he pecks the top of my head, almost as if it was a reward.

Seeing where all of this is going, I thank whoever is up there because our friends are quite far from us, all fully facing the TV. Matt quickly wraps his arms around my waist, resting them on my belly and I can feel how cold his hands are even through my shirt. Minutes go by and I can feel Matt playing with my shirt, his cold fingertips already touching my bare skin, raising goosebumps on it. He drags his short fingernails up and down my sides, making me smile because he knows I like that.

His hands slowly drag themselves up, pulling my shirt over my chest, my breasts now free, "love when you're not wearing a bra." he whispers in my ear and I chuckle.

My hands are on his knees and his hands are on my breasts, cupping them and caressing them, pressing small kiss on my neck, "you smell amazing.." he whispers, "do you think you can be quiet for me, pretty?" he pecks the tip of my ear.

"Yes, Matt.." I whisper back, getting comfortable on his chest, still pretending to watch that movie.

His hands are massaging my breasts, rubbing and pinching my nipples with his long fingers, tugging on them every now and then – it is hard to keep quiet but I've done this many times, I'm sure I can handle it.

Sitting with bent knees now, he hums, pressing another rewarding kiss on the top of my head, "keep playing with your tits for me, hm? I'm gonna take care of you." he whispers and I want to moan just by the words he says.

I nod and cup my breasts instead, massaging them gently as I feel his hands moving down to my thighs – he massages them and spreads my legs open gently, placing his legs on my feet to keep my legs in place. I feel his fingertips hooking around the waistband of my pants and panties, gently pulling them down as I slowly raise my hips to make it easier for him.

"You have to be very quiet now, okay?" he says and I immediately nod, desperately needing him to touch me there, "tease your nipples. I want to see you struggling." he chuckles, keeping me close to him.

I gently hit his leg and he can't help but laugh – I keep teasing my nipples, just like he ordered, keeping my eyes to the television even though I can feel his fingers dangerously close to where I need him the most. Finally, one of his fingers gently touch my clit, rubbing in circle motions as his breath fans over my ear together with the softest moans. I can feel him dragging his finger down, only to chuckle at how wet it is down there – I almost whine.

"God, I wanna taste you. You're so wet." he whispers and circles my entrance, collecting my juices and focusing back on my clit.

"Matty.. please.." I whisper back, my hands now leaving my sensitive breasts, grabbing his thighs instead.

"Please what, sweetheart?" he says and gently slaps my pussy, making me gasp softly.

I couldn't speak – all I can think about is his fingers inside of me. But I feel like if I open my mouth now, I won't be able to keep my moans in. I buck my hips, needing to feel more pressure on my clit but he's having none of it. He pushes my hips down and flicks my clit in the softest way possible, which makes me want to cry.

"You know how it goes. Use your words." he uses two other fingers to spread my pussy, making it easier for him to rub my clit with his middle finger.

"Please.. Matty.. I need.. your fingers inside of me.." I beg between shaky breaths, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"See?" he kisses the side of my head, "there's my good girl." he says and just by that, I almost lose it. But then he finally pushes a finger inside of me and I have to cover my mouth with the blankets.

His middle finger pushes in and out of my wetness and I squeeze my eyes shut, really trying not to let out the moans that have been threatening to come out this whole time. His other arm is wrapped around me, keeping me in place as he rubs my clit and fingers me at the same time with his other hand.

"I'm going to add another finger, baby. I need you to keep that pretty mouth closed, yeah?" he warns – the hand that was gripping my waist is now keeping my mouth closed, I nod anyway.

He slowly takes his finger out and instead, he rubs my entrance with two fingers. He gently pushes and I wince softly in his hand, "you can take it, baby, shhh." he whispers and I really need to fucking moan now. He finally pushes both of his fingers inside of me and I want to cry from how good it feels. My nails dig into his thighs and luckily (for him), he's wearing jeans otherwise it would definitely leave a mark.

He starts moving them in and out, slowly, still covering my mouth under the blankets with his other hand as his lips move to my neck. He starts sucking on the skin, licking it and biting it as he pushes his fingers inside till he's knuckles-deep.

"I wish I could kiss you right now – the way you would moan into my mouth trying to kiss back, turns me on." he takes my earlobe in between his lips, gently sucking on it.

His fingers start moving at a much faster pace and I'm sure that if the TV wasn't this loud, everyone would hear the noises my pussy makes from how wet he made me. He curls his fingers inside of me and I close my eyes, really struggling to keep my mouth closed now, "pretty girl. Do you think you can take a third finger?"

I wrap my fingers around his wrist and slowly move his hand away from my mouth, letting him know I have my moans a little bit under control now (not even close), "please, Matt.. I need it.." I whisper, my voice is trembling. Still, I grab his free hand and pull it closer to me, taking a finger into my mouth and I can feel his bulge against my back.

"Darling, don't do that.." he warns, "or I'll have to fuck you in front of everyone." he whispers and bites my neck.

Finally, he's pushing a third finger inside and I really need to cry. He's finger-fucking me at a fast pace, he's being rough but gentle at the same time, it's overwhelming, "touch yourself, baby. And don't stop."

I quickly move my free hand, rubbing my own clit gently as he fucks me with force – I am so close and he knows it, I can feel myself clenching around his fingers.

"Matty.. Matt.. fuck, I'm – please.." I am almost completely under the covers because I can try to keep my moans in, but my expression definitely cannot be hidden.

"Are you going to cum for me, baby? Come on. Come on my fingers." he's so gentle when he speaks but his fingers are merciless, and that contrast is what drives me over the edge.

"That's it, baby.. that's it." he whispers and I finally cum, trembling a little but I try not to make it so obvious.

He takes his fingers out slowly, caressing my legs in order for me to calm down before he brings them close to his mouth, licking them clean, "when this movie is over, you're leaving with me. I'm eating you out in my car."

He drives me crazy.

[hearts4sturn]

BABY FEVER – MATT STURNIOLO

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader synopsis: babysitting your three year old niece with your boyfriend is not for the weak warnings: lowercase intended, use of y/n, mentions of having a child ???, fluff!!

“auntie y/n!” ruby’s voice rang out across the yard, the little girl’s excitement practically vibrating through the air as she came running toward y/n. her tiny feet barely kept up with her eagerness, and she almost tripped over them in her rush. but before y/n could even fully step inside, ruby was already in her arms, wrapping herself around y/n’s legs in a tight, exuberant hug.

“well, hey there, rubs!” y/n laughed, grinning as she bent down to scoop ruby up into her arms, easily lifting the toddler into the air. “how’s my favorite niece doing today?” she asked, her voice soft with affection.

ruby beamed up at her aunt, holding y/n’s face in her small hands, her fingers gently pressing into y/n’s cheeks as she looked up, her eyes wide and sparkling with pride. “mommy let me have stra-bees today!” she said, her little mouth stretching into a huge, toothy grin.

“oh really? strawberries, huh? that sounds yummy!” y/n replied with a teasing smile, her heart warming at ruby’s excitement.

“i got lots and lots of stra-bees!” ruby said, her words tumbling out in a rush as her enthusiasm made her talk faster than usual. but her smile said it all, clear and bright.

“lucky you,” y/n said, brushing a lock of ruby’s hair from her forehead, her fingers lingering on the toddler’s soft skin. “you’re going to be all bouncy with all that sugar!” she teased, her eyes dancing with amusement.

ruby nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with the thrill of her treat. “yeah! i got so many, auntie!” she exclaimed, her little hands still holding onto y/n’s face as if to make sure she heard every word.

just as y/n was about to respond, a voice from behind them broke in, teasing but full of warmth. “hey! there’s no hello for me?” matt’s voice rang out, and y/n turned, laughing as she saw him standing there with his arms crossed in playful mock offense.

ruby’s face immediately lit up at the sound of his voice. she kicked her legs in the air, her little hands reaching for y/n’s shirt as if she couldn’t contain her joy any longer.

“uncle matt!” she squealed, her face lighting up like the sun. she wiggled in y/n’s arms, signaling that she was ready to be handed over to him.

y/n chuckled, lowering ruby gently to the floor. the moment her feet touched the ground, the toddler took off running toward matt, her small feet barely touching the ground as she practically flew toward him.

“hey, rubs,” matt greeted her with a grin, crouching down to scoop her up into his arms. ruby’s delighted giggles filled the room as she clung to him, her tiny hands grabbing at his shoulders with all the energy she could muster.

y/n smiled at the sight of them, her heart swelling with affection. there was something so simple and pure about the way they interacted, so effortless and full of love. watching them together made y/n's heart ache in the best way, and she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment.

just then, y/n turned to her sister-in-law, who was hurriedly gathering her things as she prepared to head out. “thank you so much for agreeing to look after her,” she said with a sincere smile. “i’m really sorry it’s so last minute—my work called me in unexpectedly and our babysitter was already busy and—”

y/n cut her off with a gentle smile and a wave of her hand. “it’s okay, really. i understand.

“thank you again, both of you. i just have to rush out now, but seriously, i really appreciate it.”

y/n smiled and gently placed her hand over her sister-in-law’s, reassuring her. “hey, it’s no problem. sometimes life just throws things at us, but matt and i are always happy to look after our favorite niece. you don’t need to apologize.”

her sister-in-law sighed in relief, visibly relaxing now that her mind was at ease. “thank you again, from the bottom of my heart. and ruby…” she turned to her daughter with a smile, crouching to her level. “you remember what i said, right? behave yourself, okay? don’t make things too hard on auntie y/n and uncle matt.”

“yes, mommy! see you later!” ruby chirped happily, her voice a little squeakier with excitement. she waved enthusiastically as her mother made her way out the door, her small body practically jumping with joy.

y/n crouched down to ruby’s level, giving her a gentle smile as she brushed a stray strand of hair behind the toddler’s ear. “alright, sweetheart…” y/n began, her voice soft and coaxing. “how about we go to the park now? sound good?”

“yes!!” ruby’s face lit up like a Christmas tree at the suggestion, and before y/n could say another word, she grabbed her aunt��s hand, tugging her toward the door with all the energy she had.

“hey, hey, rubs, slow down a little, okay?” matt called from behind them, his voice warm with amusement. “we’re not in a hurry. no need to rush.”

ruby paused for a split second, glancing up at matt with a sudden serious expression. then, without missing a beat, she broke into a giggle, her tiny shoulders shaking with laughter. “okay, uncle matt!” she said in her sing-song voice, still holding tightly to y/n’s hand as they made their way toward the door.

“okay, go put on your shoes, and let’s get going!” y/n called to ruby, who immediately dashed over to her shoe rack. she excitedly picked out her favorite pair of pink light-up sneakers, practically bouncing as she put them on.

“let’s go, auntie!” ruby exclaimed, her words tumbling out in her usual burst of excitement. she was already back at y/n’s side, her hand once again grabbing y/n’s as she tugged her toward the door. matt followed closely behind, his steps light and easy as he kept pace with the two girls.

once they arrived at the park, ruby didn’t waste a single second. she immediately let go of y/n’s hand and ran straight for the swing set, her little legs carrying her as fast as they could go. “uncle matt! push me, please!” she called back over her shoulder, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“alright, rubs, i’ve got you,” matt said with a chuckle, walking over to the swings with a grin. he was already getting ready to push her when y/n stepped back, watching from the sidelines, content to simply enjoy the moment.

y/n leaned against a nearby bench, her heart swelling with warmth as she watched matt gently push ruby on the swing. ruby’s delighted giggles filled the air, her hands gripping the chains as she soared higher into the sky. matt’s face was lit up with joy as he pushed her, and for a brief moment, y/n’s heart ached in the best way. she had always dreamed of being a mom, and watching matt with ruby was a constant reminder of how natural and beautiful he was with kids. sometimes, it made her wonder what it would be like to have a daughter of their own.

“auntie y/n!” ruby’s voice snapped y/n out of her thoughts, and she looked up to see the little girl waving at her from the swing. “come here, auntie y/n!”

y/n smiled warmly and walked over, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. “yes, sweetie?”

“get on the swing too!” ruby said excitedly, pointing to the empty swing next to hers. “uncle matt will push both of us!”

y/n chuckled at ruby’s enthusiasm and nodded. “alright, alright, i’ll join you.” she sat down on the swing next to ruby, and as soon as she did, she felt matt give her a push. but it wasn’t just any push—it was a little too much.

“matt–!” y/n yelped, her voice a mixture of surprise and mock indignation. “too high!”

matt laughed along with ruby, clearly enjoying her reaction. ruby giggled uncontrollably, her small hands gripping the swing’s chains as she kicked her feet in the air.

“auntie y/n, you’re so funny!” ruby laughed, her bright eyes sparkling with amusement. “okay, uncle matt, i want off now! let’s go to the next thing!” she said, pointing excitedly to the rest of the playground.

“alright, rubs,” matt said, laughing as he helped y/n down. the trio made their way toward the slides, with ruby already running ahead, eager to explore the next adventure.

when they returned home later that afternoon, ruby was practically bursting with energy, eager to tell her mom about everything. “mommy!” she shouted as she burst through the door, still riding high on the excitement of the day. “mommy, i had so much fun!”

y/n’s sister-in-law, who had been waiting by the door, crouched down to scoop her daughter up into her arms. “hey, sweetie. how was your day with auntie y/n and uncle matt?” she asked, her smile warm as she hugged ruby tight.

“was so fun! we went to the park, and uncle matt pushed me on the swings, and auntie y/n too!” ruby said excitedly, her words coming out in a happy rush.

“oh really now? sounds like you had a blast. now, how about you take off your shoes and wash your hands, okay? mommy’s going to chat with auntie y/n and uncle matt for a minute,” her mom suggested, giving ruby a gentle kiss on the cheek before letting her go.

ruby nodded eagerly and scampered off to do as instructed, her little feet pattering across the floor as she removed her sneakers and headed toward the bathroom.

once ruby was out of earshot, y/n’s sister-in-law turned to the couple with a grateful smile. “thank you so much for looking after her again,” she said, her voice sincere. “i really appreciate it.”

y/n waved it off with a smile. “hey, you don’t have to thank us all the time. we’re family. we’d be happy to look after her any time,” she reassured her, her voice warm and comforting.

her sister-in-law smiled back, her eyes filled with gratitude. “thank you,” she repeated, a soft laugh escaping her as she made her way toward the door. “i’ll see you both soon.”

“take care!” y/n and matt called in unison, waving her goodbye. as the door clicked shut, the two of them shared a quiet smile, content with the simple joys of the day.

after a peaceful moment, they both climbed into matt’s van, letting out a simultaneous sigh as they settled into the comfortable silence. the weight of the afternoon's activities had finally caught up with them, and the car felt cozy and familiar.

“do you have it too?” y/n asked, her voice soft as she turned to glance at matt. there was a slight catch in her breath, a tender look in her eyes as she searched his face for an answer.

“baby fever?” matt said with a knowing smile, his eyes softening as he looked at her. “yeah, i’ve got it. bad.”

y/n sighed, her shoulders slumping as she stared out the window. her fingers absentmindedly played with the hem of her shirt, a little frown tugging at her lips. “we’re too young though. i know we are... but she’s just so cute.”

matt chuckled softly, his gaze warm as he met her eyes. “i know, baby. i want one too. believe me. but we should give it a few more years. we’re not exactly in the right place yet.”

“but matttt,” she whined, her voice taking on a playful tone. “she’s so tiny and perfect. i just wanna take her home and keep her forever.”

matt smiled at her, his thumb gently brushing over her hand as he reached out to take it. “i know, babe. i get it. i really do. but we’ve got time. a lot of time. no need to rush into it. we’ll get there, i promise. just a few more years, okay?”

y/n let out another sigh, this one a little heavier, but she nodded, knowing deep down that he was right. “just a few more years, huh?” she repeated quietly, as though trying to convince herself.

“yeah, just a few,” matt confirmed softly, his voice soothing as he leaned over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. his lips lingered there for a moment, his eyes closing in contentment. “we’ll be great when the time comes, i know it.”

y/n rested her head against the seat, closing her eyes for a moment. the idea of waiting was hard, but she trusted matt. they had their whole future ahead of them. “okay,” she whispered, finally relaxing into the comfort of the moment. “just a few more years.”

wc: 2.2k

author's note: hai please tell me this isn't cringe ty

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[urvampygf]

JUST A FAVOR

( Bsf!Chris x Inexperienced!Reader ) when chris finds out that reader has never been pleasured by a man before, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

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contains. flirting, making out, teasing, hickeys, fingering, pussy eating,

The soft patter of rain against her apartment window serves as a soothing backdrop as Y/N wipes away her makeup. The day had been exhausting—her car stubbornly refusing to start, followed by an endless stream of exams, and finally, sitting through an hour-long conversation with her friends about their latest hookups and messy situationships. It wasn’t that she minded hearing about their experiences; it just felt… repetitive.

Y/N, though, couldn't relate those stories. She was a virgin—not totally untouched, but a virgin nonetheless. The thought lingered, making her feel like an outcast. She wasn’t naive—she’d tried a little of this and a little of that in the past, but never the “real thing.” Even though it's not usually something she'd dwell on, she still felt as though she was falling behind, that most women her age had already been there done that, leaving her in their wake.

Safe to say, Y/N was beyond exhausted, begging for the comfort of her bed. She snuggled under the covers, the warmth settling in as she began to relax. Just as she was about to drift off, a ding from her phone broke the comfortable silence, causing her to squint an eye open. A groan escaped her lips as she rolled over, burying her face into the pillow below her as she reaches for the phone on her nightstand.

It was a text from Chris, her best friend, which read, “u ready for movie night?”

Fuck. She’d totally forgotten she promised him they’d watch some random, cheesy movie together.

With a sigh, Y/N typed out a quick reply, the screen glowing dimly in the darkness. “I don’t feel like driving 😓😓”

She bit her lip as she waited, watching the little animated dots bounce up and down in the silence. A new message popped up: “want me to come over instead?”

Y/N hesitated, her thumb hovering over the screen for a moment. “could u? sorry, im just tired.”

“sure :)” The reply came almost instantly.

Relieved, she tossed the phone back onto the nightstand as she hopped out of bed, deciding the oversized sweater and booty shorts she would usually sleep in aren’t quite appropriate for the occasion. After changing into pajama pants and a snug baby tee, she gently plays with her hair, double checking that it's not messy from lying in bed. Satisfied, she shuffles over to her small living room, plopping onto the couch and opening TikTok to pass the time while waiting for Chris.

It’s only a few minutes before her phone buzzes with a text from him—he’s here. Y/N opens the door to find Chris standing there, damp, his hair flopped over his eyes.

“The snacks are soaked,” he mumbles, a jokingly childish pout forming on his lips.

Y/N rolls her eyes, stepping aside to let him in. “You didn’t have to bring snacks… I’ve got plenty.”

Chris shrugs, looking down at the plastic grocery bag. “Yeah, well, you don’t have good snacks.”

“I have good snacks,” she responds mockingly with a smile, locking the door behind him.

He pulls out a package of goldfish and gushers, shaking his head. “No, you don’t. You like boring, healthy shit.”

“Whatever you say,” she grins, motioning for him to sit beside her as she settles on the couch.

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The movie is playing, but neither of them really care for it. It’s just background noise for their chatter. Chris grumbles about his brothers, and Y/N rambles about college—though she keeps the real reason she’s feeling off to herself. Chris knows her too well, though, and not even the smallest shift in her mood goes unnoticed by him.

“What’s wrong, kid?” he asks gently, his tone softening.

“It’s nothing, m’okay.” she says, forcing a small smile, but Chris isn’t buying it. He raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.

Y/N sighs, the weight of her thoughts pressing on her. She finally blurts it out, “I’m just… always listening to my friends’ hookup stories. And it’s—ugh—it just… bothers me.”

Chris shifts on the couch, leaning in a little closer as he chuckles lightly, his expression full of curiosity. “Why does that bother you? I’ve told you shit like that before.”

Y/N’s heart rate quickens as she feels a wave of embarrassment spread through her. Her hands fidget in her lap. “Be-cauuuse…” she stammers, struggling to find the words. “I can’t—like, I can’t relate to any of it. Makes me feel like a loser.”

Her usual laid-back attitude has completely vanished, replaced by the tension of her embarrassment. Chris stares at her for a moment, his brow furrowing, trying to make sense of what she’s saying. Then, his face relaxes as realization hits, his eyes darting away for a second before locking back onto hers.

“You never told me you were a virgin,” Chris teases, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Y/N squints her eyes. “Chris—don’t start.”

“Alright, alright,” he says, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.

A beat of silence hangs between them, and then Chris leans in a bit, curiosity piqued. “So, whatcha waiting for?”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“Like, why haven’t you?”

Y/N sighs, shifting to face Chris. “That shit’s scary," she responds with a nervous giggle.

Chris lets out a quiet, amused breath through his nose. “What’s scary about it?” he asks casually.

She exhales sharply, her voice growing more animated. “Getting with the wrong guy, getting used, and, oh I dunno, pregnancy. Shall I continue?”

Chris’s smile falters as he registers her words. “Alright, fair. But the right guy isn’t gonna just like fall into your lap.”

“True..” she trails off, her tone a bit more casual, albeit still embarrassed. “But most of the guys I’m interested in are, like… fuck boys; Body count of twenty, can't remember your name, that kinda shit.”

“That’s your own fault,” Chris retorts with a teasing grin, dodging the playful shoulder punch she throws his way.

Y/N scoffs, but they both settle into a comfortable silence, their attention drifting back to the movie.

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“That was butt booty ass low-key,” Y/N states as the movie ends, pushing herself off the couch to toss the empty popcorn bowl in the sink.

Chris glances up from his phone, unfazed. “Meh, it wasn’t that bad.”

He scrolls through his notifications, not too concerned about the movie’s quality.

Y/N returns, plopping back onto the couch next to him and stretching her arms overhead. “…What’s it like?” she asks suddenly, her voice softer than usual.

“Huh?” Chris looks up from his phone, locking it and setting it aside face down on the couch.

“Like… your first time,” she trails off, her eyes drifting away.

Chris chuckles, tilting his head slightly. “Still thinkin' 'bout that, huh?” He turns his body to face her, a teasing grin on his lips.

Y/N shrugs, her gaze shifting shyly. “Um… well, it was awkward as shit, but… it was nice,” he admits casually, as if he’s talking about any old memory. “Do you ever regret it?”

Chris shakes his head, thinking for a second. “Nah, I was clueless, but it wasn’t bad for a first time. Why you askin'?”

Y/N hesitates, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “…Jus’… I don’t know,” she mutters meekly.

Chris tilts his head, considering her for a moment before speaking up. “I know you’re a virgin, but… you’re not like totally inexperienced, right?”

Y/N hesitates for a second before answering. “Well—no, but it’s been a while.”

Chris raises an eyebrow. “What’ve you done, then?”

Y/N takes a moment to think. “I’ve… given head before, and a handjob.”

Chris leans back against the arm of the couch, his expression shifting as he processes that. “So you've never like- received?” He cringes at his phrasing, having attempted to soften it yet only making it more awkward.

Y/N nods, her eyes downcast. “Yeah. I’m too embarrassed to let anyone see me like that.”

Chris lets out a small “huh,” as if processing the vulnerability in her words. He then continues, a little gentler this time. “How long has it been?”

“…Four years.”

“Damn!” Chris exclaims, caught off guard, then quickly clears his throat to cover up his slightly inappropriate reaction. “Sorry...”

Y/N looks away, her voice quiet as she explains, “It’s not that I haven’t had the chance… I was just too scared.”

Chris shifts closer, his hand resting gently on her knee. “Don’t be scared,” he says softly, his tone serious now. “It’s not somethin' worth stressin' over.”

Y/N glances down at Chris’s hand resting on her knee. Normally, it would be a comforting gesture, but with the direction of the conversation, all it does is bring a flush to her cheeks.

Chris notices immediately, picking up on her shy demeanor. He suppresses a smug grin, eyes squinting playfully. “Ya alright there?”

Y/N looks up, her tone sharp and accusing. “Chris, you’re doing this on purpose.”

Chris breathes out a laugh, a proud look settling in. “I wasn’t… but I am now.”

Without hesitation, he slides his hand higher, gently moving towards her thigh.

Y/N’s voice betrays her unamused warning. “Chris.” She tries to sound disinterested and stern, but all that comes out is a nervous edge.

Chris leans in slightly, his gaze intense, though his tone remains teasing. “You wanna try somethin' out?”

Y/N’s eyes widen, her heart skipping a beat. “What are you hinting at?” Her words come out softly, betraying her shock.

He doesn’t break eye contact, his expression softer now. “Maybe not the first, but I could give you a first.”

The air between them thickens. Y/N swallows hard, trying to keep her composure. “Are you asking to, like- ya know...” She can't bring herself to actually say the words, embarrassed at the thought of his implication.

Chris shrugs nonchalantly, though there’s something serious in his eyes. “Why not?”

“You’d do that?… Like—it wouldn't be weird?”

“Why would it be weird?” His voice is steady, but there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes as he scoots closer.

She swallows, her gaze shifting down to her lap. “I… I don’t know…” The words barely leave her lips, quieter than she intended, laced with uncertainty.

"You don't gotta be so nervous, it's alright." Chris reassures through subtle laughter, shifting his hand from her thigh to her waist.

Y/N sighs through her nose. "Are we really doing this?..." She whispers breathlessly, her eyes gentle as she looks up at her friend.

"Only if you want to..." He responds lazily as he leans in, hovering his lips over hers.

She manges to get out a shy hum of permission, causing Chris to let an amused breath out of his nose. "Use your words," Chris taunts as he grins against her parted lips.

"I want this"

"Atta' girl" Chris mumbles before closing the gap between them, capturing her in a gentle but passionate kiss.

Y/N lets out a small gasp before slowly melting into the kiss. Her movements are hesitant and lacking confidence, allowing Chris to take the lead. The fear of not doing good enough for him creeps into the back of her mind, making her hesitate. Noticing her uncertainty, Chris gently pulls away, his gaze soft as he meets her nervous eyes.

“Ya alright?” he asks, his voice gentle with concern as he brushes his thumb against her neck.

"M'nervous... sorry," she responds, averting her eyes from him.

Chris drags his hand from her neck to her cheek. "Relax, I gotchu," He mumbles as he dives back in, a bit hungrier this time. Y/N quietly moans against his lips as they attack hers, gentle enough to not overwhelm her as it's clear he's holding back.

His hand travels down to rest at her waist, pulling her closer to him. The kiss becomes sloppier the longer it goes on, neediness building up in Y/N as restraint breaks down in Chris.

If Chris could get what he wanted, he'd take her right here on this couch; but he cares too much about making this perfect for her to ever so much as attempt it.

He pulls away to catch his breath, eyes softening as she looks up at him. Her flushed cheeks, the wetness of her plump lips, those fucking needy eyes. Everything about the sight makes his body grow hot and his pants feel uncomfortably tighter.

"Fuck.. you look so hot," He whispers breathlessly, shamelessly pulling her onto his lap with ease. Y/N's eyes widen as her hands fly to his chest in an attempt to steady herself. Chris's hands fall to her hips, searching her face for any hint of uncertainty. "I wan' make you feel good.." He mumbles as he ghosts his fingers along her sides, following the curvature of her body.

Y/N sighs as she drops her head against his shoulder, screwing her eyes shut to compose herself. "Ya killin' me Chris," her breath fans against Chris's neck when she speaks, sending shivers down his spine. He teases with a cocky tone to his voice, "I haven't even done anything yet."

"Shut up" Y/N lifts her head from his shoulder and flashes a shy smile at him, her face hot with embarrassment.

Chris tilts his head and leans in to pepper soft kisses to her jaw, smiling against her skin. Her mouth hangs open, allowing a sigh to escape her lips as he trails his own down her neck; his hand's gentle grip on either side of her jaw tilts her head to the side, allowing him better access.

Chris chuckles against her neck, his breath fanning against the delicate skin causing her to shudder.

"Ever been marked up?" He questions, not allowing her enough time to answer before he sucks a hickey into her neck, eliciting a whiny moan from her sweet lips. "N-no," She attempts to answer, her response coming out as more of a whimper than a statement.

Chris detaches from her neck, pulling away with a grin. "Now ya have," he states proudly, licking a stripe over the forming bruise and planting soft kisses on the skin.

Y/N shuffles on his lap, prompting a low groan to escape from the back of Chris's throat. "Fuck- don't do that," he warns, gripping her hips tighter to plant her in place. Chris looks up at her with pleading eyes, practically begging her to quit squirming. Chris shifts slightly, the new angle allowing her to feel his hardening cock press against his sweats.

Y/N's eyes widen, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. Chris gently rolls his hips up experimentally, dragging out a small gasp from Y/N's throat. "Can't wait any more, need ya so bad," He murmurs, lazily dragging hot kisses across her neck. Chris moves her off of his lap as he shifts on the couch, placing a hand on her outter thigh and leaning in for another kiss.

He runs his hand across her thigh, growing closer and closer to her heat. "You okay with this?" Chris mumbles a lazy ask of consent against her lips, satisfied when she gives him a head nod of agreement. He cups her, running a finger along her clothed folds. Y/N lets out quiet sigh against his plump lips; the corners of them twitching up into a grin.

Chris hastily dips his hand under the waistband of her panties, his finger quickly being covered in her arousal. He rubs lazy circles on her clit, earning a soft whimper as she throws her head back against the back of the couch.

"So fuckin' wet f'me." he mumbles before diving into her neck.

"F-fuck Chris."

"Yeah?" He mocks, a teasing tone in his voice.

Chris has already had enough of this; he wants to taste her. Y/N gets the memo when he removes his hand from her pants and lifts it up to his mouth, licking every drop of her juices of off his finger. He looks down at her with needy eyes, anticipating her consent.

“…Please, Chris…” she finally gives in.

Chris wastes no time in yanking her pants down her legs, his eagerness drawing a sharp gasp from Y/N. The sound makes him pause, eyes flicking up to meet her amused yet shocked gaze. His lidded eyes soften as he realizes just how desperate he seems.

A breathy laugh escapes him, his head dropping in embarrassment. A hint of shame lingers in his smile as his hands settle on either side of her thighs, steadying himself over her.

“Sorry…” he chuckles, still looking down, his grin sheepish.

Y/N lifts a hand to his hair, twirling a strand between her fingers as she fights back a giggle.

Chris lets out an embarrassed huff of air, lifting his head just enough to meet her eyes.

“Needy, much?” she taunts, a proud smile on her lips.

His tongue presses into the inside of his cheek as he rolls his eyes. “Don’t start with me,” he mutters, shaking his head.

Before she can fire back, his hands grip her hips, shifting her beneath him in one smooth motion. She giggles as her back meets the couch, her head resting against the armrest, his body hovering just above hers.

Chris tugs her pants the rest of the way off, tossing them aside without a second thought.

His eyes dart up to meet hers, catching the playful glint in her eyes where nervousness and hesitation once lingered. He fights back a smile, determined to play it cool as his hands slide up her waist, fingers grazing the warm skin.

His thumbs push the soft fabric of her shirt higher, gliding over her ribs until they pause just beneath her breasts.

Chris glances up at her once more, his eyes silently asking for permission.

Y/N bites her lip before offering a tentative nod, her lashes fluttering shut.

His gaze drops back down to her torso as he runs his tongue along his bottom teeth, the muscle pressing against the inside of his lip. With slow precision, he eases her shirt higher, the snug fabric resisting as it stretches over the curve of her chest.

Chris sucks in a breath at the sight of her, his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip.

“No bra?” he teases, his voice low and playful, watching as Y/N’s face flushes. His hand moves to her soft chest, gently squeezing as his gaze lingers.

His thumb traces lightly over her sensitive nub, causing a small gasp to escape her lips. Y/N screws her eyes shut, turning her head to the side as her face flushes with embarrassment.

Chris lets out a soft chuckle as he leans down. His lips brush against her chest, the touch light, almost like a whisper. He moves slowly, deliberately, letting his lips linger as they travel lower, each kiss adding to the ache in her core.

He pauses just above the waistband of her panties, his breath warm against her skin. The air feels heavier, thick with anticipation, as he stays there for a moment longer than necessary, savoring the tension.

He presses his knee between her legs, gently pushing them apart to make space for himself. With a firm grip, he hooks his hands beneath her thighs, bending her knees and spreading her even further.

His fingers move to push her panties aside, lips brushing over her core with feather-light kisses, just enough to tease her. Chris focuses on her clit, the place he knows she needs him most, but each peck is soft—too soft to fully satisfy her.

Pulling away from her, his eyes lock onto her glistening folds. He sighs at the view. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…” His voice is heavy, breathless, as he tugs her panties the rest of the way off, lifting her legs onto his shoulders.

Y/N’s breath hitches, her chest rising and falling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She bites her lower lip, eyes fluttering shut as a shiver runs down her spine.

Chris's tongue slowly laps over her heat, saliva mixing with arousal as he gently licks up every last bit of her, savoring the taste. Y/N’s hand meets his head, fingers burying themselves in his brown locks, gripping a little too hard as if to steady herself. Her breath quickens as she throws her head back, the pull on his hair matching the need coursing through her.

Chris groans against her, grinding his hips into the couch to somewhat relieve the ache of his hard cock. Countless soft mewls spill from Y/N’s lips, but it isn’t until a breathy, strained whimper of his name escapes her throat that he finally loses control.

All restraint gets tossed aside in his mind as he fully dives in, devouring her with undeniable hunger; as if he’s finally allowing himself everything he’s been holding back.

"F-fuck Chris.." She whimpers out, biting her hand to quiet her noises, an attempt to save herself from embarrassment. His eyes travel up to her face as he licks and sucks at her needy cunt, his eyes dark with need. He pulls away from her for a brief moment, his ragged breathing matching hers as the string of saliva between them connects him to her puffy pussy. Y/N whines in frustration as she looks down at him, lips just inches away from her drooling core.

“Stop covering ya mouth. Need to hear ya… I wanna hear ya.” Chris says softly, his voice at odds with the teasing nature of his actions.

Y/N complies, mumbling a whiny apology. She stares down at him—God, he looks so fucked out. She probably looks more so, but that thought barely registers. His lips are swollen, pink, slick with her juices. His low eyes beam with want—like he needs this

He dives in again, needing to taste her pussy; craving it even more than watching her needy face. When Y/N squirms, he grips her hips, holding her still.

"mm- Chris!-.. ffuuucckk.."

Chris stifles a chuckle as his mouth licks and suckles at her cunt, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into her hip while his other hand holds underneath her thigh. One of her legs has now fallen off his shoulder, hanging over the edge of the couch; It’s probably not the most attractive position, but neither of them care enough to notice.

Chris quickens his movements when he feels her shudder, her body tensing as her breath turns ragged.

"Chris- m’close…” Y/N mumbles, her words so slurred even she barely understands them—but Chris does.

“Ya gonna cum f’me, pretty girl? So soon?” He teases, his voice heavy with lust, murmuring against her wet cunt.

Y/N lets out a weak chuckle that slips into a moan. "Shut up," she breathes, her teasing tone getting lost in needy whines.

Her body trembles she begins to break down, skin burning with need. Chris’s movements turn quick and sloppy. His focus shifts to her sensitive bud, his pointed tongue flicking and swirling over her clit.

"ah-ahnn-.. fuuuck- Chris!" Her voice hitched, a soft, broken sound, as his tongue gently continued, guiding her through her high.

"Shiiiiiit.." Y/N’s eyes flutter shut in bliss, her brows knitting as she parts her lips, dragging in a shaky breath.

Chris’s movements only slow when she flinches away, the relentless stimulation overwhelming her. He licks up the last traces of her slick, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Carefully, he eases her leg off his shoulder, giving her thigh a reassuring squeeze before settling above her.

"Ya alright baby?" Chris teases softly, a sexy tone in his voice. The rising and falling of Y/N's chest calms down, and her eyes finally squint open. "God, yes.."

He rests his body weight on her, making his very noticeable bulge poke against her inner thigh. "You okay?" Y/N asks softly, her hand tracing down his torso.

Chris shakes his head in response, gently griping her wrist and moving her hand away from his groin. "Don't worry 'bout me, it'll go down."

“You sure?..” Y/N asks, confusion flickering across her face as he pretty much turns down a handjob.

He nods subtly, then climbs off her and sits himself back on the couch, casually lifting her shaky legs into his lap.

“Yeah.. today’s all about you. Some other time, maybe.” His voice low as he rubs her thigh with a gentle palm, a smug little smirk playing on his lips as he looks over at her.

a/n: first ever fic thingy.. kinda nervy🌝 i literally teased this like 2 months ago and then never posted it cuz i got too scared to WHOOPSSSS SORRYYYY😓 but in all seriousness hope you enjoyed, got off to this or whatever u do when reading, thx for checking me out !! if u have any suggestions or constructive criticism i welcome it with open arms, lemme know if u want more from me and thx for reading !!🥰

dividers: all me!! feel free to use, they're just lines and emoticons after all, nothin fancy😭

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[sparklyskies0]

𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 ꣑ৎ c.s

pairings: sweet!virgin!reader x fratboy!bf!chris

( 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 ) Your first time with chris isn’t as perfect as you imagined it to be. Though nobody said that the first time was supposed to be easy.

warnings/disclaimers: smut, unprotected p in v, virginity loss, blood, pain, bad first time, pet names, embarrassment, etc

You brace yourself and breathe in, as you layed out on your back in your bed. Chris kissing down from your stomach to your inner thighs. Trying to get you in the mood. And you were. You have been all day.

You knew it was time, you wanted this so bad. He checked all the boxes for you. You trusted him enough to be vulnerable and let him have you. You knew he would handle you with care and cherish you, you knew he cared enough. Even though he barely acts like it sometimes.

Chris waited till you were ready, stopping mid make out to keep himself in check, until you give him the signal to keep going further. And today you did.

Now your hearts beating fast at a rapid pace, you can almost hear it in the soft silence of your room. As chris’s lips trail around your lower body. You were wet, so wet. Whatever he was doing was working immensely.

He slowly peeled off your underwear, looking up at you as he did so. You can see the need in his blue eyes, sparkling with desire for you and pure excitement. Though, he was nervous himself. It’s not his first time but he wants this to be perfect for you. But he knows that’s not always the case and that’s what scares him. “y’sure you want this, ma?” his voice soft and hoarse.

you look at him, your own eyes sparkling with want and a flicker of uncertainty. But you knew you weren’t going to stop now, you didn’t want to. You want this more than anything, you want him more than anything. “yes..” you respond

He brings your underwear down lower. His mouth watering at the sight of you. You were so beautiful to him. “so pretty f’me, huh baby?” His finger slightly traces along your already wet folds.

you let out a soft moan at the feeling. it wasn’t long before he stopped his teasing touches and begin rubbing your core slowly. causing your upper body to arch off of the bed. “mm..” you moan

he stops his movements to wet his fingers before going back in. He can see that you’re enjoying it. And it only turns him on more. He wants to take this slow with you, be gentle. he wants you to be so comfortable.

After getting you started he removed his hand, standing up to his feet to remove his pants and boxers. You moan as you watch him. Once his thick hardness is freed, he crawls back over to you. He brings his face closer to yours. “you ready, ma?” his breath tickling your skin.

“I gotchu, okay?” he continues to softly encourage you.

He gently props your legs up, spreading you wider for him. “jus, relax okay?” he says his hands roaming the sides of your thigh. he brings his cock to tease your entrance, his tip running along your folds. You lock eyes with him, wanting to be distracted by his piercing blue eyes when you feel the pain of him stretching you out. You accidentally let out a soft whimper, your body giving up on you and completely telling how nervous and scared you are.

“look at me…” he lets out a soft groan. His voice hot enough to distract you, as he slips in.

You let out a hiss, your hips lifting up slightly at the pain. “shh, shh it’s okay..” he comforts. You can’t keep your eyes open, you want to open them. Act like you’re fine. But it hurts.

His other hand gently rubs your sides soothingly. “y’okay, I got you..i won’t hurt you” he says softly. He groans as he attempts to slowly push inside you more.

But you’re so tight, the more pressure he’ll put the more pain you’ll be in. “y’so tight beautiful..” he moans. maybe a little too tight? he thinks to himself.

You have yet to let out a moan of pleasure, still trying to compose yourself. Impatiently waiting for the pain to turn into pleasure. That’s what they say always happens in the books right?

you managed to open your eyes finally, your eyes tearing at the piercing penetration. chris’s eyes have been on you this whole time, his emotions bouncing off of you.

Eventually, he was finally in. You let out a soft whimpering whine. Nothing at all, showing how good it felt. if anything it was a cry for help. “chris..” you let out. He looks at you, concern now etched on his face.

“y’okay baby?, wan me to stop?” he asks, his voice genuine. You think for a moment, it hurts yes but you made it this far. you shouldn’t stop now.

you shake your head, “n-no.. don’t” you say softly

And with that, he doesn’t. He takes your word for it and continues. Pushing himself in deeper. Earning a guttural groan from him, and a small wincing whimper from you. You feel so good to him, warm and tight. So unused..

You keep your eyes on him, you think nothing else but to pull him in for a kiss. Your lips melting into eachother. He deepens the kiss. His tongue delving into yours. As he kisses you he continues to push in deeper, slowly moving his hips, grinding into you.

The feeling of his cock very slowly thrusting into you has yet to feel good yet. You let out a small hiss again. Causing chris’s movements to slow even more.

All of a sudden, you feel warm liquid, pooling out of you. You look down. Seeing blood flowing out. you couldn’t have started your period, you know that.

could it be?

Chris feels it too and pulls out. Causing a whine of pain to leave your mouth. “shit, ma..” he speaks

Bleeding is normal, especially in situations like this. You can continue, but is the pain worth it?

“y’okay?..” he asks, his voice honestly showing how terrified and concerned he is right now. “try again..” you speak without even thinking.

He looks at you, as if begging for you to be forreal. “y’sure?”

You nod. “it’s just blood.” you let out. “i’m okay, I swear”

And with that, he tries again. He curses himself in his head, for not thinking ahead more about this. About the possibility, he should have put a towel down for you or something. He feels shitty, but just in case your pain subsides he knows you’ll feel good at the end of the night. Or at least he hopes.

He intertwines your fingers as he slips back in. You let out a moan, a fake one. In hopes to trick your body into believing it doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s not like chris being inside you is the worst thing ever. In fact you love it, how warm he is, how thick. But the way he stretches you out is inflicting pain before the pleasure and it’s unbearable.

“tell me when to move..” he speaks. stilling inside of you. his hand comes up to stroke your cheek. wiping the small tears that have left your eyes. He nuzzles his face in your neck.

He waits a few moments before you give him the signal. You let out a small hiss. You feel more blood coming. so you tap him. “c-chris..” you speak

He pulls away from your neck, looking at you. “let’s just stop..” you say, slight disappointment in your voice

He nods and slowly pulls out of you. You let out a whimper of pain. and he immediately caresses you. “y’okay?..d-did i hurt you? m’sorry..” he apologizes repeatedly.

You look at him, your face softening. He cares so much. and he tried. you tried too. But you can’t help but feel disappointed and embarrassed. Embarrassed that youre so innocent and untouched that no kind of pleasure came out of it.

“it’s okay, m’just gonna hold you okay?” he says, he stands up from the bed. glancing at the slight blood seeping out of your core. He heads to the bathroom, leaving you there with your thoughts. You know most first times aren’t always perfect, in fact they’re the worst. But that doesn’t make you feel better.

Chris returns with a damp cloth. “open up f’me” he speaks softly, his hands prying your legs open. He brings the cloth to your inner thighs. wiping away any sweat or blood. He brings the towel to your sensitive folds, wiping along them. You let out a low hiss. He cleans you up gently and carefully.

You watch as he does so. You’re sure he hates you, wants to be with someone else, someone who can give him what he wants, needs.

But he’s handling you with care right now, like you can break at any moment. You love this side of him.

After he cleans you , he places the towel down. Pulling you into his arms. cradling you against his body. “let’s jus stay like this, okay?” he mutters

“we’ll try again, another time..”

“second times always better”

ᥫ᭡ Authors Note

no bc how real is this

pt2 of when they try again ???

xoxo paris

[bobawitch]

Sweater Weather | M.S.

summary: reader makes a crochet sweater for her boyfriend matt. she later sees him wearing it in their next podcast

pairing: matt x fem!reader

a/n: tbh i dont love this fic but i hope yall like it. a nick fic and a chris fic as well as a new chapter of lets trip are on their way so be on the lookout.

wc: 878

cw: fluff, that should be it

Matt had been your boyfriend for almost 2 years by now. You had been in plenty of videos and even a few podcasts and for the most part the fans really loved you. That had been a huge concern for you and Matt, so when the fans had an uproar of support and love you found yourself feeling much more comfortable.

On that specific day you had been crocheting while watching some of the triplets videos along with some of Larray’s. You had wanted to make Matt a sweater ever since you started crocheting but you had kept this little project a secret. Your phone began to ring and you looked down to see a facetime from Matt. Immediately you grabbed your phone and picked up, smiling at Matt’s face. “Hey baby” You smiled and waved at Matt through the phone, setting it up so he could only see your face. “Hi love, how’s your day been?” You continued to crochet the last few rows of the sweater, smiling down at your work. “Good, we just got done filming for Friday. How has yours been?”  You shrugged and began folding the sweater. It wasn’t the best work but it looked good enough that you didn’t feel the need to remake it. It was blue and white and black, it was fluffy and had some skulls and hearts on it. “Good, I’ve been working on a little something for you actually.” Matt’s eyes grew wide and he made a small o with his mouth before smiling.” “Can I see??” You grinned and shook your head. “No but you can come over and I’ll give it to you.” Matt fake pouted before you heard some rustling. Soon after you hear a few keys jingling. “I’ll be over in 10.” You nodded, biting your thumb nail with a smile. “Ok, see you soon.” The call hung up shortly after and you turned off the TV before properly folding up the sweater and putting it in an old present bag. 

After a few more minutes you hear your front door open and you walk around the corner to find Matt. You immediately give him a hug, burying your face in his chest. “Hey love, you miss me?” Matt chuckled through his question since you hugged him so harshly. You mumbled and nodded, smiling and looking up at him. “Yeah.” He smiled down at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You wanna see your gift?” Matt eagerly nodded before letting you go. You grabbed his hand before leading him into your living room. You grabbed the little bag and handed it to him, smiling and watching him open the gift. He pulled the pale blue sweater from the bag and a big smile crossed his lips as he examined it. “Oh my god, did you make this?” You nodded with a sheepish grin across your face. “Oh my god, Y/N! I love it!” Your cheeks became warm and you moved to hug Matt who enveloped you quickly. He hugged you tight around the waist and picked you up, spinning you in a circle before kissing you. You kissed back, your hands finding their way in his messy hair. Soon you pulled away and smiled at the boy. Your forehead rested against his as you both caught your breath. "Are you gonna wear it all the time?" You asked, knowing your question came from a teasing place. Matt grinned wide, finally setting you down and allowing his hands to rest lazily on your hips. "Of course I am. I'm tempted to never take it off, baby." Your cheeks tinted pink at his reply, mainly because you knew he was dead serious. Your own lips curled into a smile as you wrapped your arms around his waist in a tight hug.

About 5 days later you got the notification that Matt and his brothers had posted their weekly podcast. You of course planned to watch it but as you went to click on the video you noticed what Matt was wearing in the thumbnail. It was the sweater you had made him. You smiled to yourself, biting the top of your thumb nail before pressing play on the video. You finished the video and started scrolling through the comments, a few were about Matt’s outfit which made you grin from ear to ear. As you basked in the glory of having both Matt and his fairly harsh fans like your sweater, your phone began to ring. It was a facetime from Matt. You picked up and smiled, “I liked your outfit in the podcast baby.” Matt grinned and moved the camera to show that he was still wearing it. “When did you guys film that podcast?” “Oh like, the day after you gave it to me.” You smiled, nodding in a sudden understanding. “Well I’m glad you like it.” Matt smiled, bringing his phone closer to him, as if he could hug you through the screen. “I love it baby, thank you so much for making it for me.” Your cheeks became warm as you mimicked his movements, holding the phone close to you. “I love you Matt.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I love you too Y/N.” 

[l0vely-sturniolo]

can u pls do a fluffy one shot where matt or chris (ur choice <3) are streaming and y/n is bored and wants attention, so she sits in his lap while he streams.

ATTENTION

chris sturniolo x reader

summary: read above

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i was currently at my boyfriends house, laying in his bed watching tiktok while he streamed fortnite with his brothers. it had been about an hour so far, and he was too involved in the game that it felt like he forgot i was there, but i didn’t mind it. he was enjoying himself and i was comfortable.

after about another 30 minutes, i finally caved, wanting attention from chris. “chrissss,” i called out, and he took one side of his headphones off. “what’s up ma?” he asked. “i want attention,” i playfully complained, giggling a little.

“one more game baby, then i’m all yours,” he said. “okay,” i said, not believing him. i’ve heard that one plenty of times. his current game ended, and they started a new one, so i was waiting to see if he’d actually get off after this one ended.

after about 15 minutes, the ended, and he turned around to look at me, “one more game ma i promise.. we were so close to winning that one,” he said. i just got up, and walked over to him, and he opened his arms and i sat on his lap, wrapping my arms and legs around him.

“this is fine, play as much as you want, i just wanted you, and attention,” i said into his shoulder. “are you sure? i can get off and give you even more,” he kissed my forehead. “no, this is okay,” i smiled, laying my head in the crook of his neck, giving his neck a small peck.

“chat is going crazy over this by the way,” he whispered in my ear, causing me to giggle. “sorry chat, just wanted my boyfriends attention,” i giggled again, laying back in the crook of his neck. “and attention she shall receive,” chris said, kissing all over the side of my face that he could reach.

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idk if i like this one sorry if it’s bad 😅

tags:

@stayingstromboli

[sturniolo04]

A Chaotic Series of Events m.s.

bf!matt x gf!reader

A/n: so I did a matt version of this! Just a series of moments in you and matt's relationship! Let me know what you think. And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

Dividers:@issysh3ll

"okay can you like put the hat on her head now"

nick states holding his photography camera. You guys were currently having a country themed photoshoot which was completely matts idea

You tilted your head a little too far back matt placing the hat on your face instead of your head.

"op okay too far back princess"

matt chuckles grabbing your chin tilting it downards more as you let out a series of quick giggles. You guys didn't realize that was literally the perfect shot.

you thought you were simply minding your own business trying to take acute video of you and your outfit accompanied with you black biker helmet you were wearing. You and Matt decided to go for a late night ride on his bike along the coast.

"MATT NO"

you exclaim as he begins to run at you lifting you by the hips and lunging you over his shoulder smacking your ass aggressively. you couldn't help let out a series of giggles in the process.

"put me down before you drop me"

you giggle out to him not knowing how he could see straight with him still wearing the matching biker helmet to yours.

You and Matt were enjoying a simple night watching a random show that you put on the tv a couple hours ago. Matt for as along as you two have been dating, you knew he never neglected to say what was on his mind. no matter how crazy the thought or statement. Sometimes those statements arent always thought through either in terms of when he speaks them out. he never reads the room

"what are you thinking about"

you ask giggling a little reaching for your wtaerbottle on the table. it was clearly visible on his face that he was thinking something at that moment. you begin taking a sip of water not thinking too much of if because why would his thought be out of pocket this late a night.

"im hard as fuck right now and its lowkey painful"

he blurted out catching you completely off guard causing you to choke on your water coughing begining to laugh at the random statement.

"baby swallow swallow swallow"

matt exclaims gently smacking you on your ass to let you know to listen to him so you dont fully choke and die laughing at your reaction.

"matt my water im all wet now"

you exclaim still giggling.

"sorry"

matt replies still in a fit of laughter.

"can you hold still"

you giggle out standing in betweenyour boyfriends legs as you are attempt to put the finishing touches on Matt's Halloween costume. he was clearly ready to be done with it already simply entertaining himself by leaving rhythmic smacks on your ass in the process.

"matt youre going to make me mess up"

you whine as he continued to do so making you just be done instead of putting your finally perfectionist touches on it.

"you done now"

matt chuckles as you look down at him with his cheeks still in your hands.

"yeah i am you big baby"

you giggle out leaning down placing a kiss on his lips.

"dont fight it just let me twirl you"

matt chuckles as he attempted to make up this random partner dance with you giggling. It didn't go quite as planned considering mid spin you tripped over matt's airforces stumbling onto floor causing matt to not catch you in time quickly covering his mouth to keep him from laughing

"ow okay yeah im not doing this anymore'

you huff out.

"are you laughing at me"

you pout out.

"no no i promise im not princess'

matt exclaims reaching his hand out to help you up clearly trying really hard not to laugh.

'matt seriously why are laughing it actually fucking hurt for real"

you exclaims actually upset because you are in pain and he was laughing. You quickly push his helping hands away from you getting up on your own.

"baby im sorry for laughing where does it hurt"

matt coos geuinely sorry for laughing.

"my hip matt i landed on your fucking shoe"

you pout.

'will it feel better if i kiss it"

he questions you as you nod your head quickly him laughing at your antics.

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