mattnickchrisfan

[mattnickchrisfan]

Leaves & Lint Rollers - Matt Sturniolo x Reader

warnings: fluff, soft cliffhanger, cute banter

w.c: 730

summary: A cozy run-in at a secondhand shop turns unexpectedly tense when a sweet moment with Matt Sturniolo ends with a cryptic warning from an unknown number.

a/n: i got a request for this in my inbox and i thought it was so cute but you know of course i had to put my little layla twist on it so…buckle up! (also i don't care if it's not fall, it's always fall in my head)

The secondhand shop sat between a closed-down bakery and a candle place that always smelled like firewood and marshmallows, even in July. The kind of spot you could miss if you weren’t looking—old green awning, foggy windows, and a door that stuck just enough to make entering feel like a tiny accomplishment.

You pulled it open with a grunt, the bell overhead giving a tired little ring. Inside, it was warm in that specific way only dusty shops full of stories can be. You let yourself wander without direction, hands brushing over soft sweaters and chipped mugs, shelves of books that smelled like other people’s pasts.

You weren’t looking for anything. Maybe just a moment that didn’t feel so heavy.

Then the door creaked again.

A gust of wind chased a few leaves in—and behind them, him.

Matt Sturniolo.

He looked cold. And a little unsure, like he wasn’t used to places like this. His beanie was slipping off his head, a few curls bouncing free, and his hoodie was covered in little white hairs, probably thanks to the orange shop cat currently trailing behind him like he was the second coming of tuna.

He noticed you about three seconds too late. You’d already seen the moment where he almost tripped on a basket of flannels and whispered “Jesus,” under his breath like it was a secret.

“Uh—sorry,” he said, glancing your way with a laugh. “Didn’t realize this place was… this full.”

You smiled. “It’s basically a maze. With cats.”

The orange one purred at his ankles.

“Speaking of,” he said, tugging at his hoodie sleeve. “Do you know if they sell lint rollers here? This guy made me his human.”

You raised a brow. “Looking for one with some vintage flair?”

He laughed—genuine and a little sheepish. “Honestly, I’ll take anything that works. I have somewhere to be and don’t wanna look like I rolled around in a cat bed.”

You helped him find a lint roller—tucked behind a box of vinyl records labeled “Christmas? Maybe?”—and the two of you just… didn’t stop talking.

You showed him the mug aisle. He picked up a ridiculous one with a cartoon squirrel on it and said, “This has chaotic good energy.”

“That’s my favorite one,” you admitted.

He bought it. Instantly.

And when the old lady behind the counter asked if the two of you were together, Matt didn’t flinch.

“Not yet,” he said, then turned to you with a small grin. “If they keep being this cool, though…”

Your stomach did a full cartwheel.

The air outside had gotten colder by the time you both stepped out. The sky was turning that warm grey color that always feels like something’s about to happen. You were halfway to saying goodbye when Matt glanced at you, eyes softer now.

“Hey,” he said, hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket, the lint roller sticking out awkwardly. “Would it be weird if I asked for your number?”

You shook your head, warmth rushing to your cheeks. “Not even a little.”

He handed you his phone, and you typed it in, adding a little squirrel emoji next to your name.

Just as he was about to say something else—maybe ask if you wanted to get coffee now, maybe something more—

His phone buzzed.

Once. Twice. Then again. And again.

You handed it back to him, and as he glanced at the screen, his entire expression shifted.

He blinked. Swallowed.

“Hey,” he said quickly. “Um. I actually have to go. Right now.”

The sudden drop in his tone made your chest tighten.

“Oh. Yeah, of course.”

He gave a small, apologetic smile. “I promise I’ll text you. I swear, I’m not just bailing.”

You nodded. “It’s okay.”

He turned, hoodie flapping in the wind, nearly forgetting the bag with the mug before doubling back for it.

“Talk soon?” he called out.

“Yeah,” you said. “Definitely.”

And then he was gone—half-running down the sidewalk, his phone still buzzing in his hand.

You watched until he disappeared into the crowd.

Then, your own phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out, expecting maybe a friend. A message. A meme.

But instead…

One message. Unknown Number: “Be careful around Matt. Please. Just trust me.”

You stared at the screen, heart in your throat.

The wind picked up again. The squirrel mug bag rustled at your feet, forgotten.

a/n: queue the insane amount of requests for part 2….

[mattnickchrisfan]

HOLY HELL THIS IS GREAT

— 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒

pairing; roommate!matt x roommate!reader

in which your sweetheart roommate matt helps you out after a hard day at work

warnings: matt’s good with his hands, blowjob

wc: 4k

“I’m quitting my job and moving to Alaska!” You yell loudly as you walk into your shared apartment, slamming the door shut loudly and throwing your full tote bag onto the floor next to it, kicking your shoes off frustratedly.

Matt, your roommate, looks up at you from where he’s sat on the couch, a concerned expression on his face as he watches you, practically able to see the smoke coming out of your ears. “What happened?” He asks you in his naturally sweet, calming tone. “Bad day?”

You scoff, walking into the living room and flopping onto the opposite side of the couch, rubbing your face roughly. “More like terrible day. I hate people, I hate my managers, I hate my job altogether, I just… need a fucking break and I feel like I can’t catch one.” You’re rambling more than you normally would to Matt, but you couldn’t help it. Today truly might’ve been one of the worst days of your life and Matt was just going to have to hear about it.

“I’m sorry,” he says genuinely, his eyes on you the whole time you spoke, even if you weren’t looking back at him.

Matt was a good guy. He was kind, he wasn’t loud, he always cleaned up after himself and paid his half of the rent on time. On paper, he was the perfect roommate. You’d found him through a friend of a friend when you were looking around for somebody to share your new apartment with you, setting everything up through text or over the phone.

The only issue that you had with Matt was that he was insanely attractive, to the point where you would start to act like an idiot if you were around him too long, like his blue eyes and perfect smile actually turned you stupid. You’d love to be friends with him and spend time with him, but it seemed impossible every time your brain would shut down if he stared at you just right.

“It’s fine,” you sigh, finally dropping your hands in your lap and turning to look at him, almost immediately melting at the way he watched you, like you were the most interesting thing in the world. “I just need a drink or a blunt or a massage. Maybe all three.”

He laughs, revealing his pretty teeth, already adorned in his nighttime retainer that somehow made him even more attractive. “Well, we have drinks in the fridge, I’m sure you have a blunt hiding somewhere in your messy ass room, and I’m not sure how you’d feel about your guy roommate giving you a massage considering I’m your only option right now, so… drink?”

God, why did he even have to say that? A massage from Matt sounds like a dream, sounds like it would fix all of your issues right now. You’d settle on the drink, though, so you nod and watch as he gets up from the couch to grab you both a drink, allowing you the time to release a sigh you didn’t know you were harboring.

When he comes back and hands you a cold, already cracked open can, you immediately take a large sip, humming in contentment at the taste. “This is exactly what I needed,” you tell Matt, both of you exchanging a grin as he sits back down, sipping his own drink. “I’m glad I could help.”

To your surprise, conversation flows easier than it ever has, both of you laughing and talking like it was normal for you. Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was the exhaustion from work making you less focused on how nervous he made you, but it felt nice to talk to him like he was a close friend.

“Wait, you broke your teeth?” Matt asks incredulously, leaning sideways to set his empty can down on the coffee table, his body turned towards yours on the couch, mirroring you as your guys’ feet almost touched.

“Yes!” You laugh loudly, cheeks flushing a rosy color. “Fell out of a tree straight onto my face. My jaw was wired shut for like a month but I got a free nose job out of it so.. win, I guess.”

Matt laughs at this, inspecting your face a little closer, eyes trailing down to your nose. You turn your head so he gets a better view, grinning stupidly. “But your nose looks so pretty,” he says, leaning into his knees that were resting on the back of the couch to get a better look. You turn back to him and nod, touching your nose gently. “Yeah, because it’s fake!”

He giggles, dropping his body weight into the cushions cutely. “Whatever, I’m sure you were pretty before that, too,” he beams, sending your heart fluttering. You ignore him, finishing off your drink and dropping the can to the floor. “You want another one?” Matt asks you, already standing up from where he sat. His closeness had your breath catching in your throat as he leaned down to pick up your can, eyes watching him like a hawk.

“Yes, please,” you force yourself to answer, melting at the small smile he shot your way before leaving the living room. He was so attractive, his relaxed and comforting demeanor captivating you even more than you thought possible. This was exactly why you couldn’t sit and talk to him for extended periods of time, his addictive personality sucking you into the deepest parts of your imagination.

“I have black cherry and pineapple,” Matt says, his voice ripping you from your thoughts. You look up at him and reach out for the flavor you wanted, thanking him quietly. Your other hand came up to the back of your neck, rubbing your sore muscles as you winced slightly. “You okay?” He asks sweetly, still standing as he watched you try to relieve the pain.

“Yeah,” you groan, dropping your hand back to your lap as you looked up at him. “My body is just sore from… life.”

Matt sets his drink down on the coffee table and walks around to stand behind you, tentatively resting his hands on your shoulders. “My brothers say I give good massages,” he tells you quietly, not rubbing yet as he waits for your permission.

You tense up for a moment when he touches you, not expecting it but not fully opposed. You were just worried about what the feeling of his hands on your body would do to you. “Is this okay?” He whispers, as if speaking too loud would shatter the moment.

You think it over a second longer, deciding that the worst that could happen is it makes you a little horny and maybe you’d have to put your favorite vibrator to use tonight, but it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about Matt while you touched yourself before. Finally, you let your eyes flutter shut as you gave in, head dropping forward slightly. “Please,” you sigh.

Matt grins to himself, pressing his fingers into your tense muscles, eliciting a low groan from you. “You’re so tight,” he says quietly as he starts to work his magic, his actions pulling repeated noises from your parted lips. “That sounds crazy,” you mumble, making him laugh. “Your muscles,” he clarifies. “I can see how you’d be hurting.”

You hum in agreement, mind drifting as you focus on the way his fingertips dig into you, slowly but surely relieving some tension. “This feels so good, Matt,” you praise, not missing the way his movements pause for a few beats like he’s processing your words, unable to focus. Finally, he mutters a small, “Yeah?” as he continues, moving his thumbs to the center of your upper back.

“If you want I could rub your back, too. No weird shit,” he offers, his fingers currently working on top of the shirt you wore. “I’m sure you have some nice, girly lotion or something, yeah?”

Fuck, you think to yourself. You weren’t drunk by any means, but the drink and a half in your system had you more willing to oblige than you might’ve been on a normal night. You could almost feel his hands on your bare back already, making you hot with desire, desperate for him to rub out all the knots in your muscles.

“I have plenty of lotion,” you tell him, craning your head to look up at him where he stood behind you, seeing him watching you with attentive eyes. “It’s in my room, though.”

Matt slides his hands over your shoulders gently before pulling them away and resting them on the cushions on the back of the couch. “Okay,” he agrees, watching as you stand to your feet. “Should I… come with you?”

You let out a small laugh at the awkwardness in Matt’s voice, grabbing his drink from the table for him. “Sure,” you tell him before leading the way to your room. Matt’s never really had a reason to be in your room other than the occasional ‘I just had to show somebody this’ when he was scrolling on TikTok or when something of yours had ended up in his laundry, so when he stepped in through the threshold, he lets his eyes wander curiously, taking in all the details that he’d never focused on before.

“Here,” you say, turning around to hand him his drink before setting your own down on your bedside table so you could look for something he could massage you with, shoving down your impure thoughts as best as you could. “I have body oil, would that be better than lotion?”

Matt swallows thickly at the idea, realizing what he’s gotten himself into as you speak. He knew he couldn’t back out now as that would only give him away, but he was already feeling slightly worked up just from having his hands on you for a few minutes, even with your shirt acting as a barrier. “Uhh, sure,” he answers as nonchalantly as possible. “That’ll probably be a better, um.. glide.”

You look up at him as he responds awkwardly, examining his stance. “Right,” you nod, eyes trailing over his body before you walk over and hand him the body oil in question. “I’m gonna take my shirt off and lay on my bed now, okay? So don’t look unless you wanna see my tits.”

Matt’s eyes widen, shocked by your words. “Is that a trick question?” he inquires, ears turning red as he processes what he says. You teasingly reach out and shove his shoulder, laughing as he turns around. “Turn around, pervert. I’ll tell you when you can look.”

He listens, facing your door as he holds his canned drink in two hands, clenching his eyes shut tight as he hears you rustling around, knowing in the back of his mind you’re half naked right now. He’d imagined you naked more times than he cared to admit and it made him feel dirty every time he thought about it, but now you really were stripping down in the same room as him and he didn’t know if he could keep his bodily functions under control.

Matt hears your bed creaking under your weight but doesn’t turn around until he hears a small ‘ready’ from your lips. As he spins and his eyes land on your bare back, he has to suck in a deep breath to remind himself what he’s actually here for, which is to make you feel good. Non sexually, of course.

He walks over, his gaze trailing up every inch of skin he could see, mind slightly fuzzy from the alcohol. Your hands were tucked under your head, cheek resting on the tops of them as you faced Matt, watching him come closer to you with a slightly dazed expression. “So you’re good with your hands?” You ask, trying to break the tension in the room.

It works, making Matt laugh slightly as he cracks open the lid and pours some of the body oil onto the expanse of your naked skin. “That’s what they say,” he responds, setting down the bottle and preparing himself mentally before he presses both hands onto you, starting to rub it in.

“Who’s they?” You ask curiously with a small smile. He chuckles again, his eyes focused on your body. “Depends on what you mean by ‘good with my hands’.”

You choke on a laugh, surprised by his out of character dirty comment. “You said your brothers told you that you give good massages! Was this all just a ploy to get your hands on me?” Matt grins, humming softly as he starts to work his thumbs into your tense muscles, almost immediately finding a nasty knot. “No,” he says truthfully. “I do give good massages, you’re going to feel so much better after this.”

You both quiet down after that, your eyes fluttering shut as he rubbed out all of the tightness in your back, feeling like you could fall asleep as he massaged you.

Unbeknownst to you, you’d been letting out small moans and whimpers when his fingers would dig into a particularly sensitive spot, eyebrows furrowing until he’d loosened it up enough to not hurt anymore and all of these small noises and facial expressions were going straight to his dick which was now painfully hard in his pants that did nothing to hide it. All he could do was hope and pray you didn’t open your eyes.

“Fuck, Matt,” you groan as his hands wander to your upper back, gasping softly as his thumbs dug in roughly. “That feels so good, please don’t stop.”

His movements falter for a moment at your words, prompting you to peel open your eyes and come almost face to face with the massive tent in his grey sweatpants, your lips parting in disbelief. Matt didn’t notice that your eyes were open yet, still doing his best to ignore the way his body was reacting to your soft moans. “Matt,” you say softly, grabbing his attention. He looks down at you and blushes deeply, knowing he’s been caught. “Are you-?”

“I’m so sorry,” he apologizes quickly, taking a step back from your bed. “It’s just, you’re almost naked and I’ve had a couple drinks and you’re moaning-“

“It’s fine,” you cut him off, reaching one of your hands out to grab his wrist, pulling him back. “It’s okay, I’m sorry, I didn’t to make you… worked up.”

Matt groans and rubs his hand that you’re not holding over his face, feeling beyond embarrassed. “Does your back feel better at least?” He asks, still worried about your wellbeing.

“Much better,” you reassure him, eyes locked on his face despite him not looking at you. “Matt, it’s fine. You made me feel good, so… can I make you feel good, too?”

His hand drops from his face, shock written all over it as he gazes down at you, feeling his cock twitch in his briefs at the way you stared up at him. “What?” He breathes out, wondering if he heard you wrong, but he knows he heard you just fine when you let go of his wrist and bring your hand around to rest on his bulge, thumb brushing over it gently. “Let me make you feel good. Please?”

Matt looks down at where you’re touching him, heart pounding in his chest at the sight, but he doesn’t back away, if anything he leans his hips into you slightly, breath stuttering at the slight friction.

You take this as the okay, carefully moving your hand to his waistband to pull it down, exposing his red briefs that did little to hide him, veins visible through the fabric. “This isn’t the first time you’ve thought about me, is it?” You ask him quietly as you run your fingertips over him through his underwear, lashes fluttering as you look up at him.

He shakes his head slightly, chest rising and falling visibly as he watches your hand. “No,” he admits, twitching under your touch. “You really don’t have to do this, seriously, I’ll be fine-“

You cut him off by pulling the waistband of his briefs down, allowing his cock to spring out enthusiastically, already wet at the tip in anticipation. You let out a small sound of satisfaction at the sight, eagerly wrapping your hand around him. “You’ve been hiding this from me all this time?” You tease, stroking him a couple times before turning onto your side, revealing your bare chest to him.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes trailing over your body exposed just for him. “Come here,” you coax him sweetly, prompting him to take a couple tiny steps closer to the bed, closing the distance enough for you to be able to lean forward and wrap your lips around him, letting out a small, content hum at the taste.

“Oh my god,” Matt gasps as he slips between your plump lips, face scrunched up in a mix of pleasure and disbelief as he watches you take more of him, your eyes locked on his face the whole time. He almost feels like he’s dreaming when your tongue circles around his tip expertly, dipping into the slit while you hollowed your cheeks, his hips twitching as you coaxed more precum from his leaking member.

The look on his face is priceless, one you want to store in the back of your mind forever, remembering it every time you touch yourself, thinking about how good you made him feel.

As you sunk down further and used your other hand to stroke the base of Matt’s dick, he let out a soft whine and took a small step closer, his hand coming down to rest in your hair, not pushing or forcing, just grounding himself, letting himself feel your movements everywhere he could.

“Shit, that’s so good,” he moans, eyelashes fluttering for a moment when his tip hits the back of your throat, overwhelming him slightly. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just the heat of the moment, but Matt felt like he had no control over the words tumbling out of his mouth as he watched you. “You look so pretty with your mouth full of me, holy fuck, should’ve been doing this the whole time we lived together. Been holding out on me, huh?”

His words make you laugh slightly, pulling off and using your hand to stroke up and down his whole length a few times as you stared up at him. “Wow, okay dirty talk,” you tease with a smirk, squeezing his tip as you got to it, not missing the way his hips jerked slightly from it, sucking in air through his teeth sharply.

“Yeah, yeah,” he throws back with his own matching quirk of his lips, amused but still painfully horny, raising an eyebrow as he nods his head down at you. “Back to work.” His hand in your hair guides your head back to him until you’re wrapped around him once more, your eyes fluttering shut when you feel his heavy length resting on your tongue again.

You couldn’t deny how much you were enjoying this, the wet sounds filling the room as your head bobbed up and down, Matt’s sweet moans of pleasure and just the weight of him in your mouth. It all sent a throbbing ache between your thighs, one that couldn’t be relieved by squeezing them together no matter how hard you tried.

Matt notices this, always so attentive and aware, and quietly tells you to roll onto your back. You do so, making sure you stay close to the edge of the bed, keeping him in your mouth as his hand leaves your hair and trails down your naked body, wasting no time in popping open the button on your jeans you still had on from work, pushing the zipper down smoothly.

His hand dipped into the denim and under your panties, immediately sliding through your folds to collect your wetness before circling around your clit, making you moan loudly around him at the friction. Matt’s hips stuttered from the vibration, his own sound ripping through his lips. “You’re so wet,” he comments, fingers easily gliding around your swollen nub, watching the way your legs were already having trouble staying still. “This all for me?”

You peel your eyes open to look up at him, feeling your heart racing when he brought up his gaze to meet yours, intense, blue eyes staring back at you. You nod as best as you can, humming out a small ‘mm-hmm,’ around him. Your hand and mouth still worked on him enthusiastically, a mixture of saliva and precum glistening on your lips.

Matt couldn’t help it, he started shallowly, barely, moving his hips for a little extra depth in your mouth, choked moans slipping out of him as you took it eagerly. He desperately tried to keep his eyes locked on yours as they started to fill with tears, both from the way he was starting to hit your gag reflex and from how his fingers worked over your clit, rubbing quickly but skillfully to bring you to the edge with him.

“I’m so close,” he groans out, eyebrows drawing together uncontrollably as his stomach starts to tighten and his dick gets even harder in your mouth, signaling his impending release. “F-Fuck, where do you want me?” Matt chokes, hips stuttering helplessly as you pull off just enough to suck on his tip and stroke the rest of him.

His fingers don’t let up on you and you’re a trembling, whiny mess as your own orgasm curls up inside of you. Your chest is heaving as your breathing picks up, head falling back onto your pillow and mouth pulling off of him as you moan loudly in sync with him, both of your climaxes crashing into you simultaneously.

You stroke him through it, refusing to forget about him in your own haze, warm ropes of his cum spurting across your face and some into your open mouth, the taste of him coating your tongue. Matt is moaning and cursing through his own orgasm, his fingers slowing as your thighs clamp shut, sensitive from the continued stimulation.

“Holy fuck,” you moan, opening your eyes again to look up at Matt, taking in his pink cheeks and slightly sweaty forehead, your words making him laugh breathlessly. “Yeah, holy fuck,” he agrees dumbly.

You laugh as well, licking your lips slightly and tasting more of him, humming sensually. Matt slides his fingers out of your jeans and brings them up to his mouth, making your eyes widen. “No!” You screech, trying to stop him. “That’s eight hour shift pussy, don’t taste it!”

Matt laughs again, a cocky smile on his face as he brings his fingers to his lips and licks a long stripe up them, moaning slightly over dramatically. “Tastes good,” he tells you, quickly raising his eyebrows at you. “Would for sure eat you out after a shift any day.”

You blush at his words, realizing the crazy position you both were in. You, topless and on your back with your jeans popped open and him with his sweatpants at his ankles with his dick in your face. It was completely out of the ordinary for you guys but it felt like something that was bound to happen at some point, no awkwardness lingering in the air whatsoever.

“Well, let me go shower and then you can eat me out as much as you want.” And as you get up to do just that, Matt pulls you close to him, admiring the way his cum still dripped down your face, telling you that there was no way you were showering alone after that, and you had no plans to stop him.

a/n: if this flops i deactivate I CANT TAKE ANYMORE HITS

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[mattnickchrisfan]

right place, right stranger PART 2- chris sturniolo x reader

summary: After a charged near-kiss and a lingering connection, you and Chris finally give in to the tension between you, leaving both of you craving more than just a simple distraction.

warning: fluff, dual pov, flirting, banter, kissing, suggestive

w.c: 900

a/n: highly requested part 2 is finally here!!

[Part 2]

[Your POV]

You spent the next few days thinking about Chris. The way he looked at you, the teasing smile, the way he almost kissed you—no, not almost, was about to kiss you—before the world crashed back in with that damn phone call. You thought about what that kiss would’ve felt like, how it would’ve tasted, how he’d touch your skin like he’d been waiting to do it for a while.

But, now, you were waiting for him to actually follow through on his word.

You had given him your number. You knew it wasn’t the most graceful of exchanges, but you had given him your number. He said he wasn’t walking away from it, and you told yourself not to expect much. People were busy. Maybe it was a flirtation moment, maybe it was a moment he’d brush off.

But then, your phone buzzed.

Chris: I swear I’m not walking away from this. Call me when you're free.

You stared at the text. For a second, you felt like a teenager again, wondering if texting back was too forward, too much. It was only two sentences, but they had so much weight behind them.

You didn’t hesitate. You typed out your reply:

You: I’m free now if you’re not running away.

You didn’t expect him to reply so quickly.

Chris: Good. Meet me at the same place in 30 minutes?

You didn’t need any more details. You were already putting your shoes on and adjusting your hair—less mess today, more deliberate.

[Chris’s POV]

Chris could barely focus on the text screen in front of him, not because he was distracted, but because he couldn’t stop replaying the way your lips moved when you said “don’t walk away.” He didn’t think it was the way you meant it. Maybe you just wanted to get out of the awkwardness, but the way you said it stuck with him. Like a promise. A dare.

You’d given him your number. He had it. And he was going to use it. But he wasn’t sure what the hell he was doing with himself—he didn’t know if this was the kind of thing he should be taking slowly or if he should act on it now, now that he could feel the electricity buzzing between you two. He didn’t want to play games, but he definitely didn’t want to rush it either.

He stood up, grabbing his jacket, trying to remember the last time he’d been this excited about someone. The anticipation of seeing you again was nearly too much to contain. He grabbed his keys and walked out the door.

[Your POV]

You arrived at the coffee cart just a few minutes early, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to be early or late. Early meant you might seem too eager. Late meant you were playing the waiting game… but you were already waiting for him in your head.

And then you saw him—Chris, leaning casually against the cart, looking like he was made to stand there. Like it was just right for him to be there. And damn, he looked good. He hadn’t changed a bit, still wearing that slight, confident smile that made your stomach flutter.

When his eyes landed on you, though, something shifted in his gaze. It wasn’t just familiar. It was something sharper, more alive. And it sent a thrill straight through you.

He pushed himself off the cart, his stride confident as he walked over. “I’m not late, am I?” he asked, his voice low and amused.

“Not at all,” you said, meeting him halfway. “But you are a little distracting.”

He smirked, stepping closer than he had before. “How so?”

You shrugged, looking up at him. “It’s like I’m not sure what you're going to do next. And that’s... definitely distracting.”

Chris let out a low laugh, but it sounded different this time. Less playful, more sincere. He reached out, just barely brushing your arm with his fingertips. A touch that was almost an accident but definitely wasn’t. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do next, either.”

You could feel the tension building, thickening around the both of you.

And just as you opened your mouth to speak—he kissed you.

It wasn’t like you’d imagined, but it was close. It wasn’t soft or shy, not like some casual first kiss. No, it was full of heat, like he had been waiting for this moment, just like you had. His hand found the back of your neck, pulling you in deeper, and you could taste the coffee on his lips—warm, rich, and with a hint of sweetness.

You responded in kind, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the thud of his heartbeat under your palm. His lips moved against yours with a need that you hadn’t expected, a quiet urgency that matched the pounding in your chest.

When he pulled back, just enough for you to catch your breath, his eyes were darker now, intense. “So,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke, “still think I’m a distraction?”

You swallowed, trying to steady your breath. “Definitely,” you whispered back.

He grinned, the kind of grin that made everything inside you tighten. “Good,” he said, his voice hushed, “’cause I’m not done distracting you just yet.”

And that? That was the understatement of the century.

[To Be Continued......?]

a/n: stop why is this too cute i NEED this to happen to me

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hi :3

hi my love! how are you doing?? also i love your pfp lol :)

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NEW CHRIS FIC OUT NOW!!

right time, right stranger - chris sturniolo

taglist:

@sturniolo101 @hjvi @sheluvsthesturniolos @unicornsprinklesgangateon @espressqe @iloveduckssm @fratbrochrisgf @chrislittleslut @matts-girlfriend @pair-of-pantaloons @httpssturns

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Hii!! Would you mind doing a fluff of Chris and the reader meeting? You have a lotta choice in this but I just thought it would be cute if they could flirt a little and see both POVs

Thanks so much💗💗💗

right place, right stranger - chris sturniolo x reader

summary: A coffee cart meet-cute with Chris turns electric when a flirty moment nearly becomes a first kiss neither of you can forget.

warning: fluff, dual pov, flirting, banter, kissing (almost...)

w.c: 840

a/n: thanks for such a great request anon! hope you guys enjoy!

[Your POV]

You weren’t even supposed to be out today.

You’d planned on spending your morning wrapped in blankets and self-pity. But no, your caffeine-deprived brain convinced you that a walk would "clear your head." Now you were standing in line at a coffee cart with a headache and a hoodie that didn’t quite cover the fact that you were in pajama pants.

That’s when you saw him.

The boy ahead of you in line was the definition of effortlessly distracting. Loose curls, sleepy eyes, a mouth that looked like it had either just told a joke or was about to.

And then…he caught you staring.

You quickly glanced away, pretending to examine the pastries like they weren’t all plastic-wrapped disappointments. But when you stepped up to order, he hadn’t walked away. He was waiting—standing near the milk and sugar with his cup in hand, looking casual but somehow still deliberate.

Your barista was saying something. You ordered on autopilot.

Then, like fate, he smiled at you.

[Chris’s POV]

It wasn’t the first time Chris had caught someone looking at him in public, but there was something different about this girl.

There wasn’t a phone out. She wasn’t whispering to a friend. Just watching him like she was trying to figure something out. Curious. Open. Bold.

That made him bold too.

He lingered by the side of the cart even after his drink was ready. He wasn’t good at this kind of thing—talking to strangers, breaking the script—but something told him she might actually be worth the stumble.

And then she said it.

"Cold for a hoodie," she teased, glancing at his sleeves.

He grinned, already hooked. “Yours or mine?”

[Your POV]

“I mean, mine’s doing emotional labor. I didn’t brush my hair today.”

Chris tilted his head slightly, pretending to study you. “Looks good. Like—deliberate chaos.”

“Oh, sick,” you deadpanned. “Like my dating history.”

That made him laugh, and it wasn’t just polite. It was real.

“I’m Chris,” he said, offering his hand.

You took it, and yeah, his palm was warm, his fingers gentle. It wasn’t just a handshake—it lingered. Just a second too long.

“Nice to meet you, Chris. I’m probably going to overthink this conversation later.”

He gave you a crooked grin. “Well, I won’t. But for the record, if I had to relive one awkward moment forever, this one’s a strong contender.”

You rolled your eyes, but the way he was looking at you…kind of like he saw you, it made your stomach flip.

[Chris’s POV]

This wasn’t usually him. Not this smooth, not this…interested. But something about her had this effortless pull. Like he’d already memorized her voice and didn’t know how.

“You ever use a pickup line on someone at a coffee cart before?” she asked, sipping her drink.

He smirked. “You want the one I almost used?”

“Hit me.”

Chris leaned in just enough for it to count. “Are you espresso? Because you’ve got me feeling jittery.”

She groaned, but her smile said she liked it. Maybe even him.

He walked with her toward the sidewalk, neither of them really knowing where they were going.

[You POV]

“Do you come around here often?” he asked.

“Only when I’m trying to flirt with guys who wear rings they fidget with.”

He looked down at his hand, caught, then smiled. “Gotta do something with my hands when I’m nervous.”

That made you pause. “Are you nervous now?”

Chris stopped walking. Just for a beat. His voice dropped—low and calm. “Yeah. But not in a bad way.”

You stood facing each other now, a little closer than necessary. Your drink was suddenly too warm in your hands.

“Do you want my number?” you asked softly.

Chris nodded. “Yeah. Definitely.”

You reached for your phone, but before you could unlock it, he touched your wrist lightly.

“But also…”

You looked up.

He was watching you with an unreadable expression. Something more than playful. A little more serious. A little more dangerous.

“I’m not usually this forward,” he said, “but you keep looking at my mouth.”

Your breath caught.

You didn’t deny it.

He took a step closer. Close enough to feel the heat coming off him. Close enough that you could smell coffee and cologne and something like citrus.

“If I kissed you right now,” he murmured, “would you still give me your number after?”

Your heart stuttered. Words stuck in your throat.

And just as you opened your mouth to answer—

someone called his name. Loud. Familiar.

He turned his head toward the voice—his phone was ringing in his back pocket, too—and in that second, the moment cracked.

He looked at you again, eyes full of conflict and heat.

“I have to go,” he said, voice low. “But I swear, I’m not walking away from this.”

You pressed your number into his palm with a marker from your bag.

“Then don’t,” you whispered.

He left with a glance over his shoulder—and you stood there, heart pounding, already wondering what would happen next.

[To Be Continued...]

a/n: ahhh these two are too cute!! let me know if you guys want a part 2

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wsp pussy gang

(i am currently foaming at the mouth)

chat i have some non appropriate things to say right now

(i need him so bad what)

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100 FOLLOWERS?

nah this cant be real. yall i know this isnt that big of a milestone but 100 followers is like a big deal to me especially since i started this account only like 3 months ago i cant express how grateful i am for the amount of love and support you guys have given me i literally love this fandom so fucking much. anyways here to 100!

THE LINE BETWEEN US PART 2 COMING SOON.....

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AWWW THIS IS TOO CUTE thank you so much my love