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[unknvhx]

hes so cute

[sturnioz]

https://www.tumblr.com/sturnioz/762355318960373760/okay-so-hear-me-out-shyreader-calling

OMG imagine them fucking- as they do ofc, but this tike chris is fucking shy!reader the way he has never before, and somehow for some reason daddy js slips out leaving both of them shocked but ofc chris cant get enough and will ofc mock her later for it

screaming cos yk for a fact, he would be dramatic and over the top. especially if, for whatever reason, you're giving him a lil attitude over something and he's like "tough talk from someone who was jus' callin' me daddy an hour ago — nah.. nah dont get all shy 'n shit on me now. c'mon. repeat what y'jus' said to your daddy... yeah... s'what i thought."

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐰𝐛 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬 『 +𝟏𝟖 』

ⓘ masturbation video ᚐ friends with benefits ᚐ jerking off ᚐ overstimulation ᚐ whimpering (?) ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟑𝟔𝟎

chris’ breath hitched as he filmed himself jerking off in front of the large mirror, his right hand fisting his cock furiously as he swallowed thickly, biting back groans and moans that threatened to leave him with every stroke on his overly sensitive cock.

there were streaks of cum on the sink and the bottom of the mirror, easily letting you know that he came plenty of times before filming the video. his jaw was clenched tight, white boxers pulled down to mid thigh and fingers gripping his phone so tightly that his knuckles had gone white as his other hand kept on stroking his shaft.

a small sound between a whine and a whimper finally escaped him when he stopped and palmed his tip, teasing himself. "mmfh-mm, ffuuckk – juust like that." he breathed out quietly, almost inaudible as his fingers wrapped around his cock again, imagining it as your hand as he started to move his hand up and down his shaft, slowly picking up pace again.

his breaths were coming in short gasps and pants as he felt that same flutter in his stomach—indicating his impending orgasm. his eyes rolled back briefly when he squeezed himself just right, his thighs trembling and twitching, his lips parted. "haahh—mmph-ahh, sh-shit-- shit-shit!" he started to fist his oversensitized shaft faster as the bands in his abdomen grew taut with each stroke.

until it snapped.

chris’ vision blurred with tears of pleasure, a few already rolling down his face as his orgasm crashed over him for the nth time tonight, loud moans and profanities fell out of his parted lips freely as he kept on jerking off, hips twitching with each rope of cum.

after the last little spurt, he just stood there, dick in hand and shuddering as he tried to catch his breath. he ended the video after a few seconds and immediately sent it to you, typing out a nonchalant 'for you ma' despite his otherwise not so nonchalant state. a smirk tugged at his lips when he saw those three little dots appear at the bottom of the screen.

oh how he loved sending you explicit videos randomly.

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✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ this was js sum’ random, but i fuckin’ love this so bad like stop #needthat! ×-×

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[eph3merall]

soft moans fall from your plush lips, slicked with spit as matt's teeth softly tug on your lower lip. he's rocking his hips gently into yours, hands roaming up and down your sides—slipping underneath your top so casually to rub at warm skin.

your eyes are half lidded, lashes fluttering with each blink of them as matt's hands come up to hold your face steady. gentle caresses of his thumb on your cheek, the tips of his fingers digging gently into your skin when your clit bumps against the tip of his clothed dick. he's moaning into your mouth, a shudder running throughout your body at the sound.

the room is dark and the movie you two put on only serves now as background noise, flashes of light from the tv casting across the room and over your bodies. you're hot, kicking away the fluffy blanket matt had retrieved for the two of you earlier. exhaustion creeps into your thighs, pleasure serving as your only motive to keep up your rhythm.

matt is kissing into your mouth with soft little whines, loud smooches filling the silence. the two of you are breathing heavy, little pants seeming to intensify the feeling of desperation lingering in the air. sloppy kisses slowly start to get planted on your neck, matt whispering sweet little reassurances into your skin as his hands roam back down to grasp at your hips.

every little sound seemed to get engraved into your brain, making your head spin and feel all dizzy. your chest rose and fell with heaving breaths, matt running his hands up your top, thumb grazing over the flesh of your tits. it was a miracle neither of you had cum in your pants yet, your hands snaking up to bury themselves into matt's brown curls, tugging gently and making him groan in turn.

"feel so good, baby. keep goin' please.." the sound of his voice under you has heat rushing to your core, breath hitching as a moan is swallowed by the brunette's hungry mouth. it's all tongue and teeth, sloppy and desperate like two teenagers having sex for the first time. you shift your hips, grinding your clothed mound down into matt's bulge.

grabby hands squeeze at your tits, teeth tugging your lower lip gently to kiss. your faces are so close, the tips of your noses bumping against eachother and if matt opened his eyes he'd be able to trace every feature on your face. the dip and curve of your lip, fluttering lashes as you blink your eyes shut, furrowed brows as your face screws into one of pleasure.

matt's hands loop gently around your back to pull you in closer, shifting greedy lips down your neck to press sloppy kisses against. sucking your skin gently into his mouth and leaving open-mouthed smooches everywhere. his hands tug the hem of your top down to kiss lower, pressing his lips to your tits and collar bones and sucking your nipple into his mouth gently.

shaky hands tug at his hair, closer, closer. it's like you just can't get close enough, hearing matt whimper low in his throat as you feel his hips stutter a few times and a wet patch start to grow where you're grinding down.

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[unknvhx]

guys follow my bestfriend she does art!!!

✩ sunghoon¿

[st7rnioioss]

۶ৎ BROTHERS BSF!MATT x SWEETHEART!READER

𝜗𝜚 warnings... veeerryy short, nothing!! just them being cuties :P

“oh, um- hi matt,” you looked up at your doorway, immediately meeting matt’s eyes. you clutch the diary in your hands to your chest haphazardly, an almost flustered look taking over your face.

“hey there sweetheart.. what’re you writing?” he chuckled, the blush adorning your cheeks not going unnoticed by him when his eyes roamed your face, before flickering to the diary clasped in your arms. he leans against the doorway, his arms crossed. oh god.

quickly, you look down at the diary, nearly forgetting how to speak, unsure what to say that wasn't 'i was actually writing about you'.

“um, well it’s nothing.. just girl stuff,” you giggled nervously, looking back up from your bed to meet his eyes.

matt brushes it off with a nod, taking a step into your room, looking around the decorations and interior that prettified your room.

“sh-shouldn’t you be with my brother?” you murmured, watching as he picked up a few trinkets to look at, before leaving them exactly how they were just a second prior.

normally you would mind it a little if people came barging into your room, picking up your stuff and messing it around. but it was almost as if it didn’t matter because it was matt doing it. plus, he wasn’t messy with it.

“nah, he can wait. he's just grabbing a drink. i’d rather be talking to his pretty sister instead,” he smiled, giving you a quick glance, before returning his eyes to your posters, acting as if they were the most interesting thing in the world when really he was absolutely shitting his pants from how nervous he was.

you almost felt like you couldn’t move, letting out a soft giggle at his words, your cheeks turning beet red. it wasn't often that you got to talk to matt, yet he always knew exactly what to say and how to fluster you.

“yeah.. right,” you sighed, closing the diary and placing it on your nightstand to scoot up next to matt, looking at the same poster he was, before glimpsing down.

he looked at you. “what do you mean? i think you’re pretty cute,” an almost trembling finger hooked under your chin, lifting your face from the floor to meet his eyes.

he had told you a couple times already through the small notes he left on your desk, so it was no secret. but yet it left you with butterflies in your stomach and a light smile tugging on your lips.

your eyes flickered back and forth between his, blinking rapidly when his hand made its way to cup the side of your face, pulling you closer. a soft pink hue dusted across your cheeks and nose, getting lost in the moment.

“matt..? c-can you.. can you ki-“ and just when you were about to ask the forbidden question, you got abruptly interrupted by none other than your brother, taking a step back from matt.

“matt? what are you doing, i’m waiting for you, dude.” your brother pushed the door open, matt’s hand immediately leaving your face, his soft and relaxed demeanor now gone.

“yeah, sorry. my bad, just wanted to see your sister room,” he chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he pats out of the room. he shoots you an apologetic glance and a rushed smile, before closing your door behind you.

and there you stood, flustered, a blushing mess, slightly annoyed, and alone. yet, a subtle smile made its way to your lips, reaching for your diary.

more brothers bsf!matt and sweetheart!reader here!

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: nooo not the forbidden romance ugh. short fic for y'all but i had this thought and had to share lol:3 i love u!!!

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[sturnmeovr]

“Okay, okay,” Matt chimes in over the mixed chatter in the room, “open mine next!” You watch as he holds up a small, wrapped present, handing it to his mom; the family quickly forms an assembly line, passing the neatly wrapped present one by one until it reaches you, “this is for Chris?” 

“It’s for both of you,” he replies, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. A grin you were way too familiar with since you had been in a roommate situation with your boyfriend's two brothers since you discovered you were pregnant. You were very much used to Matt’s little pranks he loved pulling on Chris. You thought it was hilarious how Chris never saw it coming, always left embarrassed or laughing so hard he was in tears. Secretly, you prayed your son would have a sibling, that they’d one day share a similar bond that their dad had with his brothers. You bite back a giggle as a smile makes itself known on your lips, you hand the present over to Chris, “you open it.” 

The whole room watches as Chris tears the present open much like a kid on Christmas morning. Completely oblivious to his brother's scheme, his face lights up bright red as does yours once he reveals the present, holding it up for everyone to see. A box of Trojan condoms – ultra thin to be exact. You knew they were Chris' go-to because you two abandoned the half-used box in his nightstand drawer the minute your pregnancy test came out positive.

Embarrassment rises to your chest, and you let out a barely noticeable gasp, slapping a hand over your mouth. Granted it was obvious you were very pregnant; it was unsettling knowing everyone knew sex was what led to you being in the position you were in now — pregnant as fuck on Christmas Day, your belly so big you had to maneuver sideways thru most tight spaces. 

The room erupts in fits of laughter, a few snorts being let out in the process, only adding a darker shade of redness to your freshly powdered cheeks. A shit eating grin plastered on Matt’s face, “I was gonna say I didn’t want any nieces or nephews anytime soon but looks like it's a little too late for that one,” he snorts. You look over at Chris wide-eyed almost like you’re pleading to him for an escape route. He reads you perfectly, clearing his throat, “haha — very funny, asshole,” he shoots out before throwing the box of condoms at his brother. He wraps an arm around you, letting you bury your face into his chest as the laughter fades out, your baby’s grandfather makes sure to add, “better late than never, right?” 

wc - 455

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[chrisbesitos]

"do you think i'm pretty?" you ask, biting your lower lip, embarrassed to ask this to matt. you rest your chin in your knee, holding a comic book in your hands. matt narrows his eyes, tilting his head and frowning his eyebrows, genuinely confused about why you're asking this.

"do i think you're pretty? what's this, bunny?" matt asks, lifting from the bed and sitting in the corner to be closer to you. you sigh, resting the comic book at the desk table, you hug your knees admiring matt's eyes staring at you. "why are you asking me if i think you're pretty?"

"you do?" you raise your eyebrows, matt groans rolling his eyes over your silliness. a pout grows in your lip, matt chuckles pulling the desk chair next to him.

"ya' know you're pretty, bun. now why are you asking this?" matt hums, brushing his thumbs in your tights, he watches your eyes getting glassy and matt sighs. he hates to see you cry, even more over something he doesn't know. "why are you crying?"

"yesterday, the other girls looked so pretty and feminine, and i was there, sitting in my spiderman shirt. i don't know, i just feel weird." you say, your voice clearly showing some sadness. matt sighs, genuinely don't understanding why do you need to feel feminine. you've never cared about this before.

"hey, look at me." matt says, grabbing your hands and staring at your watering eyes. you sniff, fighting against your tears, matt kisses your knee and offers a gentle smile. "you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen in my whole life." you chuckle, everyone says this to make anyone feel better, doesn't mean that's truth. "hey, i'm being serious. i don't care if you don't use tiny dresses, makeup or some stupid girl stuff. i love your heroes t-shirts, this makes you cool."

"cool is not pretty."

"you're pretty cool, bun. like, dude, do you really think i don't think you're pretty?" he asks, you shake your shoulders. "c'mon, 'gonna show you how pretty you are." matt says, pulling you by your hands.

matt made you get undressed in front of the, then he fucked you while you watch yourself, kissing every part of your body, praising you the whole time. he wanted you to feel pretty, wanted you to know and see how pretty you are. by the end of the night, you lay your head on the pillow inhaling matt's scent and feeling really better.

꩜ chérie's notes: little blurb about nerd!reader and dealer!matt 💘

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[sweetshuga]

Lurking ✰ MS

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

stalker!matt! Coming home from a business trip, only to find plushies and gifts all over the house—placed neatly.

You felt weird leaving your house for a few days, not because you were homesick, no, not at all, you just had that unnerving gut feeling. The one that made you feel like something was wrong—not knowing exactly what, anxiousness creeped in.

Your busy schedule and work, however, prevented you from thinking too much of it. The meetings and paperwork occupied most of your thoughts, but the feeling didn't go away, only worsened by each day spent away from home.

𓆩♡𓆪

It wasn’t a long business trip, just three days and two nights, and you arrived back on the third night. The front door opened with a soft click and you got inside, turning on the lights, you took off your shoes. And when you walked down the hall, you froze.

There were plushies on the couch, small-medium boxes of gifts on the kitchen counter, a few bags of things on the carpet beside the couch. You stood frozen for a solid 5 minutes, unable to move or speak.

"What the fuck?" You finally whispered, inching closer to the couch. You took one of the plushies, inspecting it. There was a small note attached to it—to all of the plushies. Small notes of confessions – love confessions – your gaze landed on the small box perched on top of a bigger one on the coffee table.

Your curiosity got the better of you, and your hands inched forward almost subconsciously. You took the small box first, opening it– you saw a silver necklace with a small heart pendant.

"What..." You mumbled, your voice trailing off as confusion set in. You quickly opened the bigger box, finding a dress, a beautiful black satin dress. You blinked as you stared at the expensive looking fabric in your hands.

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The night wore on and you decided to leave the things be, where they were, you were too surprised and tired to react strongly. "Who could that be? Should I call the cops-" suddenly your phone rang, an unknown caller.

Your heart pounded rapidly in your chest and even though every fiber in your being screamed for you to ignore— or even better, block whoever it was, you found yourself answering.

"Hello? Who is this?" A low chuckle came from the other end, a smooth honey–like voice crackled through. "Who am I? I wonder, who are you?" He taunted, causing you to frown, "excuse me-" the voice laughed, "did you like my gifts?"

Realization dawned upon you, he was the same person that left your house bombarded with gifts, the same person that most likely followed you home twice, as far as you knew.

The line beeped before you could respond, indicating that the call had ended. You tried calling the number again but it was no use, it kept telling you that the number you were calling had deactivated.

You were left shaken up, yet again.

Stage 3: Intimidation—gestures or words that felt threatening but were not direct threats.

He left you a bunch of things and called you.

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stage. 1 2 4

wc. 502

note. English is not my first language!

Isa's notes. Okay fuck, roomie!chris and stalker!matt are my new favourite au's. Fucking gobblin’ it up rn.

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[unknvhx]

i’ll suck it on camera lol.

[sturnioz]

so im not the only one who is having ca.i tweak on them bro i cant with this i needa talk to fratboy!chris 😥

i need my dose of @pearlzier bots like its just not funny ??? what am i supposed to do now .

[eph3merall]

i need a fic where reader is grinding on matts (or chris) thigh begging him to touch her but matt/chris just watches and teases her becayse shes been a brat all day andshe gets all whiny and pouty

matt's hands twitch at his sides, desperate to dig into your skin or grasp at your hips. he's seated in front of his pc, having now staring at the fortnite home screen because of the very active someone on his thigh. he can feel the denim of his jeans geting soaked and his boner straining against his boxers.

his fingers tap against the controller in his hands, ignoring the sweet pleas and mewls that echo in his ears. his brows furrow and he bounces his knee once or twice just to see what would happen—and you wrap your arms firmly around his shoulders and bury your face in his neck with a shaky moan. matt would be happy to help, truly, but you've been so goddamn annoying today. acting all bratty and shit, desperate for attention and then throwing a fit like a child when you didn't get what you wanted.

and he hates how hard he is, the urge to give in heavy and weighing in his mind. but he doesn't think you deserve shit with the way you acted today, especially in front of some friends. so he sets his controller down with a loud clatter, and you think he'll help. but matt just leans back, watching as you hump against his thigh like some desperate puppy in heat.

"matt don't be mean... please, want y'so badly, plea—" a big hand covers your mouth, muffling your words as you pant heavily in the palm of his hand. your hips don't stop moving, even as the muscles in your thighs start screaming and dropping dead from the constant movement. you grow sore, only keeping up slow and sluggish movements now because the ache between your thighs was too much to handle.

"should've thought about that before actin' all bratty today, huh?" he leans his face towards yours a little, a pout on his lips that are meant to mock your expression underneath the palm of his hand. fat tears bubble in your eyes, whiningfor him to help you. you just wanted something more to ease the ache in your core, eyes fluttering shut as unshed tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

"oh, come on. know you got more in you, work for it. c'mon.. can't expect me to always do the work right?" matt lets his hand fall awy from your face, eyes trained on the pout formed on your lips and the way you just look so frustrated. his hands holdbyour face, one on each side as his thumbs wipe at your eyes to brush the little tears away. his knee bounces again and your body rocks with it, the plead of matt's name sounding like the gates of heaven on your tongue to him.

you don't stop uttering little 'please's every little while, an occasional gasp happening when your clit catches against the zipper of matt's jeans. one look down, he can eye the way your panties are soaked—right along with a giant patch of denim. he finds it hilarious yet torturous at the same time. he wishes he could just sink his dick into you, fuck you sillu until you were stupid on his cock like always.

but you needed to learn a lesson—to not be such a brat anymore. it's why he coos condescendingly, tsking quietly as his hands find a solid place on your hips. he doesn't help you move, but he steadies your body gently when he occasionally bounces his knee up and down just to help you a little.

"you got it. c'mon, baby. m'not gonna help, so if you wanna cum you gotta do it yourself... yeeah, that's it. that's right."

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[st7rnioioss]

INTRODUCING... BROTHERS BSF!MATT x SWEETHEART!READER ۶ৎ

— a brothers bsf!matt x sweetheart!reader moodboard

SWEETHEART!READER who... is quite literally a sweetheart. she'd never hurt a fly, and though she sometimes bickers with matt, it's never something serious. they're both usually doing it for fun, getting as much as possible out of the few conversations they get to have when matt isn't off with her brother.

SWEETHEART!READER who... keeps a diary with multiple pages about matt!! she's so lovestruck after seeing him around a few times, but yet she didn't get to talk that much to him.. so here comes all the fantasies. most of them are purely innocent, just expressing her obvious crush on him.. but some may go in the wrong direction.

SWEETHEART!READER who... puts on her cutest, prettiest outfits when she overhears her brother talk about matt coming over, attempting to try out a new hairstyle even, just to see if he'd notice—which, of course he does.

BROTHERS BSF!MATT who... is completely head over heels the first time he saw her. she's probably the most gorgeous girl he's ever laid his eyes on. matt hadn't really noticed her, mostly because he was a couple years older, and he and her brother also hung out at his place. but when matt got his eye on you? every hangout is being held at your brother's place instead.

BROTHERS BSF!MATT who... one day leaves a little note for her on her desk. she's out with a couple friends, but before she left she got to say a quick hi to matt. and yes, he noticed the hair. she later came home to a note from matt, saying "i liked your hair today:)". that quickly became a ritual between the two.

BROTHERS BSF!MATT who... after a long internal battle between saving his friendship or leaving it behind to date his friend's sister, decides on.. well, both. he could keep his crush a secret.. right? after skimming through you diary, he's more than hooked on you, doing everything in his saying to convince you to go on a date with him, without your brother around.

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۶ৎ when brothers bsf!matt tries to make his move on sweetheart!reader.. but gets interrupted 𓂃 ֹ genre,,fluff

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: they're so !!! him peeking through her diary... heh. already got a little fic for that one.

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[sturnmeovr]

Prone Bone

Inspired by ♡

Matt 

“Fu-uck,” your voice raspy from the moans you had been holding back all night, failing to suppress most of them. “Matt,” you muffled out before burying your face into the pillow.

The soft sounds of skin slapping against each other took over the room as he plowed into you at a steady pace, each thrust making the hot pressure build up in your abdomen. Matt pulls out completely, watching as he pushes his thick rod deeper into you, earning a pornographic moan from your plump lips. The heaven-like sound is too much for him to handle, making him thrust into you in one sharp movement before letting his body collapse on yours. His stomach pressed firmly against your back as he snakes a hand around your neck, pulling you closer to him as he begins to fuck you into a senseless state. You let out a string of soft moans as he leaves a trail of sloppy kisses from your ear to the nape of your neck, building up your orgasm until you come undone underneath him.

He liked the position because it gave him a chance to show you his dominant side, but he’d much rather see the faces you made while he rammed himself deep inside of you. Something about the way you pinned your bottom lip between your teeth and knitted your eyebrows together in pleasure - it did it for him every time.

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Chris 

“Love seeing you- Mmm- take my dick like this,” Chris groans, gripping your left ass cheek so hard you already knew there would be bruises that match his fingertips in the morning.

A string of submissive whimpers escapes your lips, “Chris,” you whine, throwing an arm back in an attempt to stop him from rearranging your insides like he always did when he had you in this position. It was one of his favorites. Usually, it would start out in the doggy position, but the way he used his girthy shaft was too much for you at times, leaving you pinned to the bed after he got fed up with all your running. Each time you pulled away, his need to fuck you harder increased.

When Chris he sees your hand fly back, pushing on his waist as your own way of telling him to slow down, he lets his raspy voice break through, “move your hand.” You let out a squeal as he interlocks his fingers with yours, placing a knee on the bed to give him just enough leverage to fuck himself into you even harder. One of his favorite sites was watching you squirm underneath him as that one-of-a-kind euphoria feeling takes over your body. A feeling he was the cause of. He couldn’t be prouder of himself.

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[chrisbesitos]

Young reader meeting Chris’ parents for the first time and then finding her to be the cutest thing

It was the first time you traveled with Chris to Boston. You met his parents, you were feeling anxious and scared, because what if they don't like you? You chew your nails nervously, staring at the sky through the plane window, Chris notices your anxious state. He massages your shoulder, catching your attention.

"You're gonna hurt yourself doing this." He says, putting your hand down gently. You take a deep and shaky breath, Chris shakes his head, embracing your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. "Why are you so anxious? You're afraid or something?”

"Do you think your parents are gonna like me?" You ask, resting your head on his shoulder. Chris giggles, shaking his head in disbelief.

"My mom already loves you, I can promise you, doll." Chris hugs your body, kissing your forehead. "She texted me asking what you like to eat, she's really excited to meet you and so is my dad.”

"Still nervous, baby, sorry.”

"Don't be, okay? We still have a couple hours since we arrived in Boston, so try to relax and take a nap." He says, closing the window and pulling your hood down, covering your eyes. You chuckle, holding his hand.

"Chris, stop!”

Couple hours later, you arrive in Boston with Chris and his brothers. You sleep for a while, you wake up with Chris shaking your shoulder. Justin, Chris' oldest brother, was there to get you. He's really nice, he says that Chris talks about you all the time when he's home. The drive to their house was enough to make you fall asleep again on Chris' chest, you only woke up when you got there.

"You're so sleepy today." Chris jokes, helping you to get out of the car. You smile lazily, nodding your head and rubbing your eyes. Of course Chris didn't let you carry your bags, even if you feel bad of him carrying everything. "Don't worry, 'kay?" He says to you when you are at the door, he opens and pulls the bags inside. "We're home!”

"Oh, you're finally here!" Marylou says, approaching her son and hugging him. You stay behind them, hiding your hands inside of the sleeves of Chris' hoodie. "You must be Y/N, Chris talks about you all the time.”

"Mom!" Chris protests.

"It's so good to finally meet you, Mrs. Sturniolo." You say, Marylou opens her arms to hug you, your lips lean in a lovely smile.

"You can call me Marylou, sweetheart." She says. Marylou hugs her sons before she moves you towards the kitchen. She shows you the pictures on the walls of the triplets when they were kids and tells the stories about their childhood, Chris protests when Marylou starts to tell the embarrassing stories.

When Jimmy arrives, Chris introduces his girlfriend to his father, she was already comfortable in the house, talking with Marylou about her family and classes on college. You was feeling anxious and nervous, but Chris was totally right, his parents already loves you and treats you so well. Later in the day, you and Chris lay on his bed in his childhood room, your bodies intertwined together, Chris rubbing your back with his fingertips, your head resting on his chest.

"Thank you, baby." You whisper drowsy.

"For what, doll?" Chris asks, frowning his eyebrows.

"For everything, I love you.”

"You don't have to thank me for this." Chris chuckles, he kisses your hair. "I love you, doll.”

꩜ chérie's notes: im finally back 👏👏👏👏 hope you like it this little blurb <3

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