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[immaqulate]

ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜᴏᴛ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; ɪᴄᴇᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴊᴇʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ꜱᴜʙ!ᴍᴀᴛᴛ, ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴍɪʟᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ!ᴍᴀᴛᴛ, ꜱᴏꜰᴛᴅᴏᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ(ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ(ʙᴀʙʏ, ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏʏ, ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛɪᴇ), ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ // ʟᴍᴋ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ!

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ; ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴇx, ʀᴇʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪᴛ�� ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙʟɪꜱᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ... ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ.

ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴀ��ʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʜᴏᴛ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ..

"Matt can we fuck please?? Just real quick.. I need it" your words make matt glare at you. Your both sitting on your bed wearing minimal clothes because of how hot it is out today "no it's too hot..." he hisses quietly, you know he gets upset when he's overheating and you don't get offended from it, but it's starting to annoy you. It's been nearly 3 weeks since you and Matt had sex and you ache for him pathetically, and you can see it in his eyes (and the tent in his jeans) he aches for you too. "Matt please this isn't fair." You whine, making matt groan and put his phone down dramatically "it's too fucking hot! I'm sorry it's just- it's too hot baby..." his voice goes from angry to guilty in a split second, he didn't mean to raise his voice he just can't bare the heat, God he wishes it was autumn still.

"Matt it's not fair to either of us... what if i... just jerk you off?" Your words are slow, your overwhelmed from the heat just like he is "no it's too hot for anything!" He pinches the bridge of his nose and you sigh, you get up from the bed and walk out of the bedroom, you go down the hall to the kitchen and fill up a cup with ice before going back to you and Matt's room "Ok what if I put ice on like.. I don't know... like your stomach or something while I jerk you off? It could help you-" matt cuts you off "that won't be enough it's still too hot!" You both stare at eachother for a long minute before you take an ice cube out of the glass, you tug his tee up and press the ice to his stomach just below his bellybutton. He... moans... almost immediately after the sound leaves his lips your eyes snap up to meet his. He cups his hand over his mouth, his face goes pink with embarrassment "so um... I guess... the ice works..?" You mumble slowly, keeping the ice pressed to his skin "uh...." he just stares at you blankly "matt? Are you ok?" You take the ice away from his stomach and put it back in the cup "Yes yes.. um... yeah.." his voice is shaky, you can't quite tell if it's cus he's turned on or not "so... um... can I jerk you off now?" He chuckles at your words but there's not much humor in his voice "um yeah we can try.." you immediately unbuckle his belt and tug his pants down, throwing them carelessly on the floor, he takes his own shirt off and throws it on the floor with his pants. He sits there nervously just staring at you, he's rock hard, painfully so. You take out another piece of ice and press it to his stomach, this time you drag it around it circles, watching beads of water form on his warm skin from the ice melting. Whimpers leave his lips that you rarely hear from him "is that good?" Your voice is cautious "mhm.." his eyes are closing slowly. You keep the ice against his skin with one hand and palm him through his boxers with your other hand "oh... oh..." his brow furrows, his eyes closed and his hands in fists by his sides. You pull his boxers down his legs and toss them over your shoulder "Please..? I need to..." his voice is weak, pathetic almost, it makes you smirk, you wrap your hand tightly around the base of his cock and beads of pre-cum form at his tip "oh matt..." your voice is quiet, teasing almost "Please." His eyes open slowly and meet yours, you nod and gingerly slide your hand up his shaft before going right back down, his moans are strangled "more... ice.." your a little baffled at his words but you comply anyways.

You grab another ice cube from the cup and put it on his thigh "matt.. do you think... can i put the ice on your dick..?" Your words are nervous, not sure what he'll say "yes yes.. yes we can try that.." he reaches for the ice himself but you grab it before he does, you take a piece out of the cup and hesitate before pressing it to the tip of his leaky cock, he whines, loudly, louder than he ever has during sex "does it... hurt?" He nods, and then shakes his head "a- a little but... but it's good.. real good.." his voice is squeaky and high pitched.

You slide the ice down the length of his cock and he moans "oh fuck please... please.." you watch his face, loving how desperate he is "thaaats it sweetie..." you coo, sliding the ice back up his dick and circling his tip with it again "oh my fuck... please!" His stomach tightens repeatedly "goooodd boy..." your voice is quiet, gentle in a way. Tears prickle to the corners of his eyes, it hurts SO good. You hold the ice to his tip with one hand and jerk him off with the other "faster please..." you listen immediately "I think i... I want more... pain..." his voice is weak, he's clearly unsure "like what...?" You guys hold eye contact for a second, your hand on his cock slowing down just a bit "hit me... my thigh I mean... please" he clearly doesn't know what he wants, he just wants to try new things and you can tell "ok.. ok.." you take one hand away from his dick, and watch his face, your hand lands against his thigh quickly, the sting from your hand sends a jolt through his body and he whines, the tears finally rolling down his sweaty face "oh g-god..." his hands grab at the sheets beneath him desperately "such a good boy..." you wrap your hand back around his cock and stroke faster "you gonna cum?" He nods frantically in response to your words, normally, he doesn't cum this quick, but it's been so long since hes had an orgasm he can't help it.

"C'mon... cum for me matt" he sobs pathetically, thick ropes of cum shooting onto his stomach, his hips jerking upwards, even after he stops cumming you keep the ice on his tip "Ok ok- too much- s-stop please.." you wait a good few seconds before pulling the almost fully melted ice away from his cock, you put it back in the cup and press a gentle kiss to his lower stomach "was that good?" You crawl up the bed and plop down next to him "yes... yes very good... thank you." He leans over and presses a gentle kiss to your lips "any time baby.. I love you."

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ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ꜱʟᴏᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ꜱᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ, ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ꜰɪᴄ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴘᴏᴏʀʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ..

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nothing underneath | m.s

— matt sturniolo x fem! reader

— warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual tension throughout, established relationship, fingering/handplay, orgasm control, dirty talk, mirror kink, public setting, unprotected play (no panties), overstimulation (light), reader climaxing on matt’s fingers, matt talking you through it (dom!matt energy), power play, slight choking (consented), cursing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

It starts as a joke. You tell Matt you’re not wearing panties at the club—just to watch him squirm. But the look he gives you back? That low, jaw-clenched, thigh-gripping, club-light glinting off his chain kind of look? Now you’re in trouble. Because you’re not bluffing. And Matt Sturniolo always cashes in.

requested by anon! | word count: 1k

You leaned across the sticky club table, the flashing lights casting shadows across your glossed lips as you whispered with a grin, "I ain’t got no panties on."

Matt choked on his drink. Like, full on sputtered. Coughing, blinking, doing a double take like he didn’t just hear you casually drop a verbal bomb right in his lap.

"What?"

You leaned back, sipping your drink through a straw with exaggerated slowness, eyes never leaving his stunned expression. You crossed one bare leg over the other, letting your dress slide higher with the movement. "You heard me."

He looked around the table like someone might've hallucinated for him. His eyes dropped back to your dress. Tight. Short. Dangerous. "You’re lying."

You smirked. "Check if you don’t believe me."

You slid your bare thigh along his under the table, the heat of your skin brushing his denim. Slowly. Deliberately.

Matt’s jaw tensed. His lips parted but no words came out. You watched him fight his brain’s sudden glitch. And then, after a pause that felt charged enough to light the whole club on fire, he slid his hand under the table.

Slow. Hesitant. Shaky fingers creeping up your inner thigh.

And then he stopped..Froze.

You watched his breath catch, lips part as he realized—you weren't bluffing.

"You're actually not..."

You grinned. "Deadass."

His hand retreated fast. Like he’d just touched something lethal. Which, honestly? He kind of had.

He exhaled sharply. "Oh, you're trying to ruin me tonight."

"Maybe I just like watching you squirm."

Matt rubbed a hand over his jaw, leaned back like he needed air. His eyes roamed over your body again, but this time they were darker, heavier. "You're lucky I didn't throw you over this table."

You shrugged. "You won't. We're in public."

He chuckled. Low. Dangerous. "Keep acting like a brat, baby. See what happens."

You batted your lashes. "Looking forward to it."

You rose from your seat with practiced ease, drink still in hand, and strutted toward the dance floor, every sway of your hips exaggerated. The lights pulsed around you—purple, red, blue—and the bass dropped heavy, vibrating through your chest.

You let the music take over your body, rolling your hips, running your hands down your sides. You twirled slowly, arching your back just right. You danced like no one was watching.

But Matt? Matt was.

He didn’t blink. Sat frozen, hand on his drink, jaw clenched, watching like a man about to lose all control of his life.

You watched him through your lashes, the flickers of his silhouette catching in the strobes. And then you turned around, back to him, lifting your arms over your head and grinding to the beat, letting your dress ride just a little higher.

Two songs, that’s how long he lasted.

When he finally moved, it was like a switch had flipped. One second he was brooding at the table, the next he was storming through the crowd, parting people like they were nothing. A warm hand gripped your waist.

"We’re leaving," he growled into your ear, his breath hot against your neck.

You twisted to face him, a smug smile playing on your lips. "Why? You mad?"

His hand dipped low, fingers digging into your ass. "No. I’m fucking hard."

You tilted your head. "Oops."

He tugged you closer, voice dropping even lower. "Not ‘oops.’ You're in so much trouble."

You giggled. "Then drag me, baby."

And he did. Matt didn’t say another word as he pulled you through the club, ignoring Nick’s curious glance, ignoring the crowd, ignoring everything but you. His grip on your wrist was firm, like he was barely holding himself together.

He shoved open the door to the back hallway, the bass of the music dulling behind you. He didn’t hesitate, pushing through the bathroom door and slamming it shut behind you.

"Matt—"

He was on you in an instant. Hands gripping your waist, mouth crashing into yours. Desperate. Bruising. Possessive.

He groaned against your lips, pushing you back until you hit the sink. His hands were everywhere. Tugging your dress up. Running over your bare thighs. Squeezing your hips like he needed to remind himself you were real.

He pulled back, panting. "Turn around."

You obeyed without hesitation.

Hands braced on the sink, you felt him press against you, hard and ready. One hand dragged slowly up your thigh before sliding between your legs.

He groaned. "Jesus. You’re soaked."

"You did this," you gasped.

He leaned in, his voice a low growl. "You walked into that club knowing damn well I wouldn’t be able to touch you right away. You teased me on purpose."

You smirked. "And?"

He kissed your neck hard. "You’re lucky we’re in public."

"So punish me."

The moment hung, hot and tense.

Then? He snapped.

His grip tightened. His voice dropped into something dangerous.

"Don’t worry. I will."

You watched him in the mirror, eyes blown wide, mouth parted. He pushed your dress up to your waist, dragging his fingers along your slick heat before slipping two inside you.

You gasped. Bucked. Moaned.

He chuckled darkly. "So needy."

He worked you open slowly, then faster, curling his fingers until your knees shook.

"Look at yourself," he murmured. "Such a mess for me."

"Matt—oh my God—"

He bit your shoulder, moaned into your skin. "Say it. Say what you told me."

You whimpered. "I ain’t got no panties on."

He groaned. "That’s right. And now you’re gonna come for me like a good girl."

And you did. Loud. Breathless. Shaking all over as he held you up, whispering filth in your ear while your body trembled.

You stayed like that for a beat. Breathing. Recovering.

Then he cleaned you up gently, tugged your dress back into place, and kissed your cheek.

"Let’s go before I decide to keep you in here."

Back at the table, Nick gave you a once-over. "Everything alright?"

You smiled, barely. Matt answered with a smirk. "She’s wearing panties now."

You kicked him under the table.

He didn’t flinch. Just grinned wider.

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nothing underneath | m.s

— matt sturniolo x fem! reader

— warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual tension throughout, established relationship, fingering/handplay, orgasm control, dirty talk, mirror kink, public setting, unprotected play (no panties), overstimulation (light), reader climaxing on matt’s fingers, matt talking you through it (dom!matt energy), power play, slight choking (consented), cursing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

It starts as a joke. You tell Matt you’re not wearing panties at the club—just to watch him squirm. But the look he gives you back? That low, jaw-clenched, thigh-gripping, club-light glinting off his chain kind of look? Now you’re in trouble. Because you’re not bluffing. And Matt Sturniolo always cashes in.

requested by anon! | word count: 1k

You leaned across the sticky club table, the flashing lights casting shadows across your glossed lips as you whispered with a grin, "I ain’t got no panties on."

Matt choked on his drink. Like, full on sputtered. Coughing, blinking, doing a double take like he didn’t just hear you casually drop a verbal bomb right in his lap.

"What?"

You leaned back, sipping your drink through a straw with exaggerated slowness, eyes never leaving his stunned expression. You crossed one bare leg over the other, letting your dress slide higher with the movement. "You heard me."

He looked around the table like someone might've hallucinated for him. His eyes dropped back to your dress. Tight. Short. Dangerous. "You’re lying."

You smirked. "Check if you don’t believe me."

You slid your bare thigh along his under the table, the heat of your skin brushing his denim. Slowly. Deliberately.

Matt’s jaw tensed. His lips parted but no words came out. You watched him fight his brain’s sudden glitch. And then, after a pause that felt charged enough to light the whole club on fire, he slid his hand under the table.

Slow. Hesitant. Shaky fingers creeping up your inner thigh.

And then he stopped..Froze.

You watched his breath catch, lips part as he realized—you weren't bluffing.

"You're actually not..."

You grinned. "Deadass."

His hand retreated fast. Like he’d just touched something lethal. Which, honestly? He kind of had.

He exhaled sharply. "Oh, you're trying to ruin me tonight."

"Maybe I just like watching you squirm."

Matt rubbed a hand over his jaw, leaned back like he needed air. His eyes roamed over your body again, but this time they were darker, heavier. "You're lucky I didn't throw you over this table."

You shrugged. "You won't. We're in public."

He chuckled. Low. Dangerous. "Keep acting like a brat, baby. See what happens."

You batted your lashes. "Looking forward to it."

You rose from your seat with practiced ease, drink still in hand, and strutted toward the dance floor, every sway of your hips exaggerated. The lights pulsed around you—purple, red, blue—and the bass dropped heavy, vibrating through your chest.

You let the music take over your body, rolling your hips, running your hands down your sides. You twirled slowly, arching your back just right. You danced like no one was watching.

But Matt? Matt was.

He didn’t blink. Sat frozen, hand on his drink, jaw clenched, watching like a man about to lose all control of his life.

You watched him through your lashes, the flickers of his silhouette catching in the strobes. And then you turned around, back to him, lifting your arms over your head and grinding to the beat, letting your dress ride just a little higher.

Two songs, that’s how long he lasted.

When he finally moved, it was like a switch had flipped. One second he was brooding at the table, the next he was storming through the crowd, parting people like they were nothing. A warm hand gripped your waist.

"We’re leaving," he growled into your ear, his breath hot against your neck.

You twisted to face him, a smug smile playing on your lips. "Why? You mad?"

His hand dipped low, fingers digging into your ass. "No. I’m fucking hard."

You tilted your head. "Oops."

He tugged you closer, voice dropping even lower. "Not ‘oops.’ You're in so much trouble."

You giggled. "Then drag me, baby."

And he did. Matt didn’t say another word as he pulled you through the club, ignoring Nick’s curious glance, ignoring the crowd, ignoring everything but you. His grip on your wrist was firm, like he was barely holding himself together.

He shoved open the door to the back hallway, the bass of the music dulling behind you. He didn’t hesitate, pushing through the bathroom door and slamming it shut behind you.

"Matt—"

He was on you in an instant. Hands gripping your waist, mouth crashing into yours. Desperate. Bruising. Possessive.

He groaned against your lips, pushing you back until you hit the sink. His hands were everywhere. Tugging your dress up. Running over your bare thighs. Squeezing your hips like he needed to remind himself you were real.

He pulled back, panting. "Turn around."

You obeyed without hesitation.

Hands braced on the sink, you felt him press against you, hard and ready. One hand dragged slowly up your thigh before sliding between your legs.

He groaned. "Jesus. You’re soaked."

"You did this," you gasped.

He leaned in, his voice a low growl. "You walked into that club knowing damn well I wouldn’t be able to touch you right away. You teased me on purpose."

You smirked. "And?"

He kissed your neck hard. "You’re lucky we’re in public."

"So punish me."

The moment hung, hot and tense.

Then? He snapped.

His grip tightened. His voice dropped into something dangerous.

"Don’t worry. I will."

You watched him in the mirror, eyes blown wide, mouth parted. He pushed your dress up to your waist, dragging his fingers along your slick heat before slipping two inside you.

You gasped. Bucked. Moaned.

He chuckled darkly. "So needy."

He worked you open slowly, then faster, curling his fingers until your knees shook.

"Look at yourself," he murmured. "Such a mess for me."

"Matt—oh my God—"

He bit your shoulder, moaned into your skin. "Say it. Say what you told me."

You whimpered. "I ain’t got no panties on."

He groaned. "That’s right. And now you’re gonna come for me like a good girl."

And you did. Loud. Breathless. Shaking all over as he held you up, whispering filth in your ear while your body trembled.

You stayed like that for a beat. Breathing. Recovering.

Then he cleaned you up gently, tugged your dress back into place, and kissed your cheek.

"Let’s go before I decide to keep you in here."

Back at the table, Nick gave you a once-over. "Everything alright?"

You smiled, barely. Matt answered with a smirk. "She’s wearing panties now."

You kicked him under the table.

He didn’t flinch. Just grinned wider.

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THIS IS SO CUTE

[🍓] CAUGHT RED HANDED

Characters: caregiver!chris x little!reader

Summary: chris was supposed to be watching you but got too caught up in his game.. you find nicks hair dye…

“Alright, we’ll be back in a few hours,” Matt called over his shoulder, keys jingling. “I just gave her lunch, check on her every thirty minutes.”

Chris, was downstairs in his bedroom hyper fixating on the game royal kingdom. He waved a dismissive hand in the air. “Relax. She’s watching Bluey. She’s chill. I got this.”

The front door slammed shut with a loud click. Nick followed Matt out to the car, muttering something about the upcoming Space Camp meeting.

Inside you were curled into the corner of the couch wrapped in a fuzzy blanket that practically swallowed you whole. your plate of cheese and crackers sat beside you, one cracker clutched in your small sticky hand. your eyes were glued to Bluey on the screen, legs swinging slightly in rhythm with the theme song, and your beloved stuffed bunny was tucked under arm.

Chris checked on you after his first round of royal kingdom. you were still in the same spot, drooling slightly and giggling at Bandit pretending to be a robot. So far, so good. A little later, he brought you a juice box. “You doin’ good, princess?” he asked, kneeling beside the couch. you nodded, clutching the straw in both hands. “doggies.” He smiled. “Yeah, Bluey the dog.”

And then… time just slipped away. Chris got way too into the game. That is, until his phone buzzed a notification from Matt.

Matt: On our way home, how’s she going?

Chris blinked. Then sat bolt upright. “Oh no.”

Panic surged. He picked his phone, nearly tripping over in his rush. “princess?!!” he yelled, already sprinting out of the room. The living room was empty. The TV was still on, but the couch was abandoned. Juice box upside down on the floor. You and 'Bun-Bun' were missing.

Chris’s stomach dropped.

He bolted into the kitchen. “Baby?? You hungry again? Please tell me you didn’t climb into the cabinets—” Nope. He checked the backyard door. Locked. Thank god. “where are you baby girl?!” Then he saw it. A smear. One little handprint in… red? Just on the hallway wall, at your height.

Chris’s heart rate spiked as he followed the trail of Red blotches, His mind was already racing. “Please don’t be blood please don’t be blood please don’t be—” He reached the upstairs landing. The bathroom light in Nick’s room was on. He ran. And stopped cold. It looked like a horror movie.

The white tiles of the bathroom were streaked and splattered in red. The counter had pools of crimson liquid, the sink was full of red suds, and the mirror had little finger smudges all over it. Standing right in the middle of the chaos… you. Hands coated in red, cheeks streaked, shirt soaked, and proudly cradling your bunny plush, now dyed red.“What happened?!”

She turned around, face lighting up. “I made Bun-Bun pwetty, Chwis!”

Chris stood in the doorway, frozen. “Oh. My. God.” He stepped in, immediately slipping slightly on the wet tile. “Shit—careful—what the hell?! This is Nick’s dye! Oh, they are so gonna kill me.” You looked up at him with innocence. Chris dragged a hand down his face, trying not to scream into the void. “that’s $40 Arctic Fox dye! Why did he even leave this out?!”

He grabbed a towel and started trying to clean the sink, the counter, the floor, anything. “Okay, okay, we just have to clean this up before they get back. We’ve got, what, twenty minutes? That’s—fine. That’s enough. We can do this. This is fine.”

He looked back at you, your now finger painting a heart on the side of the tub with the dye.

“Oh god…I’m so dead.”

His phone buzzed again. Another message.

Nick: Tell her I say hi btw :)

Chris stared at the screen, then looked at the red crime scene around him. He slowly texted back:

Chris: Uhhhh. She says hi. And also maybe destroyed your bathroom. Do not panic when you get home.

He turned back to you, now patting the red bunny dry with a hand towel.

Chris took a deep breath. “Okay. Look. You need a bath. A real one. I need to bleach this floor. We’re gonna clean you up first, and then—actually, no, I’m gonna cry first, then bleach.”

You held up Bun-Bun proudly. “He’s a strawberry now!”

Chris blinked. “Cool. I’m a corpse now.”

Chris had just finished towel-drying your hair (now slightly pink at the tips), when he heard the car pull into the driveway. Chris did a last frantic sweep with a wet rag across the bathroom tiles. Still a faded red.

Too late.

The front door opened downstairs, followed by Matt’s voice “We’re back! Nick said he—wait, what’s that smell”

Nick’s voice rang out louder, sharper
“Why does it smell like chemicals in here!?”

Chris poked his head out the bathroom door just as the heavy stomps of socked feet thundered up the stairs. He winced. “Heyyyy guys… Welcome home… don’t freak out…”

Nick reached the top first. He looked at Chris, looked past him into the bathroom and screamed. “WHAT. THE—WHY IS MY BATHROOM BLEEDING?!” he yelled, clutching his chest like he was seconds from cardiac arrest. Matt appeared a moment later, wide-eyed, holding a half-unpacked folder of space camp brochures. “Oh my god. Did someone die?”

Chris held up both hands in surrender. “Nobody’s dead! It’s just hair dye. Just… a lot of hair dye. That she found.”

Nick’s eyes whipped over to you, who had now waddled into the hallway still wrapped in a towel, cheeks pink, little toes squeaking on the floor.
She held up Bun-Bun. “made Bun-Bun a strawbwerry!” Nick’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “You… turned him into a fruit?!” You blinked up at him. “He pwetty now.”

Matt, trying very hard not to laugh, pressed a hand over his mouth.

Chris groaned and sank against the wall. “I swear, I was checking on her. Like… at first. And then I got into the game and she was so quiet—”

“That’s never a good sign, Chris!” Nick snapped. “Quiet equals chaos!”

Chris looked like he might burst into flames. “Okay. Look. I’ll pay for the dye. I’ll pay for the towels. I’ll bleach the floors, I don’t care. Just please don’t kill me.”

Matt finally lost it, turning around and full-on cackling as he leaned against the doorframe. “I leave Chris in charge one time and we come back to a toddlers stuffed animal murder scene?.”

Nick crossed his arms. “This is worse than the time you let her eat glitter glue.”

“it said it was edible!” Chris cried.

“Yeah If a portion is accidentally swallowed not the whole bottle Chris!”

Meanwhile, You had begun waddling back down the hallway, Bun-Bun tucked in one arm, the towel trailing behind You like a royal cape.

Nick stared after her in disbelief. “She’s walking away like she didn’t just commit property damage…. Where you going princess!!?”

“D-doggies” you reply simply going back to watch more bluey.

Matt clapped a hand on Chris’s back. “Well. I think you learned something today.” Chris looked dead inside. “That I’m never babysitting again?”

“No,” Matt grinned. “That our princess is cute as hell but also a walking tornado.”

Nick peeked back into the bathroom and groaned. “My bathtub looks like someone dipped it in fruit punch”

Chris stood, hands raised. “I’ll clean it. I’ll clean all of it. Just… promise me one thing.”

Nick narrowed his eyes. “What?”

“Move the hair products out of reach”

Downstairs, the Bluey theme song started up again.“Do you hear that?” Chris whispered. “That’s the sound of war returning.”

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Lexi pleaseeee, I need more ever after high one shots. They both were so good!

im so happy you liked them! ☺️ maybe i could make another but for matt or chris!

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I LOVE YOUR THEME IS SOOOO FREAKING GOOD

THANK YOUU 🥺 youre so sweet !!!

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testing out my new bot for yall and lord.. I am so excited for you guys to have fun with it 🤭

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i came..

𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 | 𝐂.𝐒 & 𝐌.𝐒 ― 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ P power , GUNNA & Drake

chris sturniolo! & matt sturniolo! x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut, dom!chratt, kinda eiffel tower, p in v, unprotected sex, tittyfucking, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, spitting, creampie, aftercare, (no incest obv, usage of "slut" and talk of "milking"

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+

You’re on all fours—back arched, chest slick with spit, thighs trembling from how long they’ve had you like this.

Chris is behind you, one hand planted on the small of your back, the other gripping your hip tight enough to bruise. His cock is buried deep, thick and pulsing inside your soaked cunt as he fucks you with long, punishing thrusts. He drags out slowly until only the swollen head sits inside you, then slams back in—sharp, deep, possessive.

“Listen to that,” he groans, hips slapping into your ass hard, over and over, obscene squelching filling the room as your pussy clenches around him. “Fucking messy, baby. You hear how wet you are for me?”

Each thrust punches a moan out of you, your arms shaking beneath you, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth as Chris uses you like he owns you. His cock hits every perfect spot inside, your body twitching when the head of him brushes your cervix just right.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, sweat dripping from his brow. “Gripping me like a fuckin’ vice, baby god—”

In front of you, Matt is lounging—shirt open, belt undone, cock hard and twitching as you squeeze your tits around it. He’s been letting you work him with your chest while Chris destroys your pussy from behind, and he looks wrecked. Face flushed, chest rising in sharp breaths, eyes glued to the sight of your tits bouncing while his cock slides through them, wet with your spit.

“Fuuck,” Matt groans, his hips twitching up gently into the softness of your breasts. “Do that again. Spit on it, baby.”

You glance up at him, breathless, then tilt your head and let a slow string of spit fall right onto the head of his cock. It drips down, thick and warm, mixing with the sheen already smeared across your chest. He hisses, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“That’s it. Shit—makes it slide so easy,” he pants, fucking his cock through your tits harder now, your cleavage hugging every inch. “So fuckin’ hot. You like my cock between these pretty tits?”

Your smile is lazy, fucked out. “You tell me,” you whisper, then lean forward just enough to drag your tongue over the leaking tip.

Matt groans like he’s been punched, eyes fluttering shut. “Jesus Christ, you're fuckin' perfect—our fuckin' pretty good girl, huh?”

Behind you, Chris is panting harder, pace turning feral. His thrusts are brutal now, fucking up into you with loud, wet slaps, cock bullying your cunt deeper with each snap of his hips.

“You gonna come on my cock again?” he growls, leaning forward to slap your ass once—then again, harder.

“You feel that? Feel how deep I am in this tight fucking pretty pussy?”

You choke on a moan, body jolting forward. Your legs are shaking, cunt fluttering around him. He can feel you starting to lose it—starting to fall apart completely, all around him.

Matt pulls his cock from your tits, eyes dark with hunger. “Open that mouth, baby. Wanna feel that sweet throat.”

Your mouth falls open immediately, still leaking spit from the mess you made earlier, and Matt wastes no time. He grabs the back of your head and shoves his cock forward, pressing past your lips and into the tight heat of your throat with one deep, smooth thrust.

You gag—just slightly—but take him anyway, relaxing around the intrusion, tongue pressing against the underside of him as he holds you there.

“Fuck—fuck yes,” he hisses, hips trembling. “So warm… fuckin’ perfect mouth. Don’t move. Let me use it.”

Chris growls low at the sight, slowing just enough to watch Matt fuck your throat while he drives into your cunt. He stares at the way your face looks stretched and ruined around Matt’s cock, your spit clinging to his shaft every time he drags it out before thrusting right back in.

“She’s gagging on it,” Chris groans, grabbing your ass tighter. “You’re making her choke.”

“Good,” Matt spits. “She can take it.”

You’re moaning nonstop now—muffled around Matt’s cock, back arching as Chris pounds into your soaked cunt harder, deeper, rougher. Your pussy clenches, your throat tightens, and your whole body burns.

Chris leans forward, breath hot on your spine. “You want it?” he grunts. “Want us to fucking fill you up?”

You nod as best you can with Matt buried down your throat, a soft whimper slipping from your lips.

Matt thrusts once more, then pulls out just enough to let you breathe—only to shove back in, rough and deep, groaning as he hits the back of your throat.

Your lips stretch wide around him, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth as you gag softly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He doesn’t slow down—his grip tightens in your hair, controlling the angle of your head, hips rolling forward with practiced force.

“Fuck—yeah, just like that,” he pants, watching your throat bulge around the thickness of him. “God, you’re fucking choking on it.”

Your fingers dig into his thighs for stability, body shaking from the force of it—Chris still pounding into your dripping cunt from behind while Matt ruins your throat from the front.

You’re caught between them, filled in every way, stretched and fucked and held in place like their favorite toy.

Matt groans low in his chest, teeth clenched, eyes glued to your flushed, tear-streaked face. “You love it, huh? Mouth so goddamn wet for me. So pretty with your throat stuffed full.”

Chris loses it first.

“Fuck, fuck—I’m gonna come,” he growls, hips slamming into you one last time as his cock throbs, spilling inside you. His cum fills your pussy in hot, heavy spurts, dripping around his cock and down your thighs. “Take it. Take all of it, fuck.”

You scream around Matt’s cock, shaking, sobbing, coming again as Chris fucks his warm come deeper and deeper into your cunt, covering your walls.

Matt jerks out of your mouth, fisting himself fast and messy. “Open up,” he pants. “Tongue out.”

You do—eyes half-lidded, tongue coated in spit—and Matt groans as he comes hard, thick ropes hitting your mouth, chin, tits, even your throat. “Fuckfuck, take it—just like that.”

You swallow what you can, dazed, messy, gasping for air.

Chris spreads your pussy with two fingers to watch his cum leak out of you, while Matt smears the last of his release over your tongue with the tip of his cock.

They both stare at you, wrecked and perfect on your knees, your mouth and pussy used, your chest painted in spit and cum.

“Fuck,” Chris breathes. “She was made for this.”

Matt smirks, voice low and wrecked. “Gonna keep her like this.”

Your limbs feel boneless—shoulders slumped, thighs trembling, mouth raw, cunt aching, every inch of your skin humming from where they touched you.

“Shit,” Chris breathes, voice much softer now as he brushes a hand down your spine. “You okay, baby?”

You nod faintly, cheek resting against the cool pillow beneath you, eyes fluttering shut for a second.

You’re wrecked—thoroughly fucked-out—but you’re okay. More than okay.

Matt’s already tucking himself back in, but not before grabbing a warm towel from the bathroom. You barely notice until something soft and wet presses to your chest, wiping away the mess he left behind with slow, careful strokes.

“Still breathing?” he teases lightly, crouching in front of you, his free hand cupping your jaw. “You did so fuckin’ good.”

You hum weakly, letting your eyes open enough to meet his. His gaze is calmer now, still intense—but not hungry. Just focused. Attentive. Like he’s trying to see if he pushed too far.

Behind you, Chris eases his cock from your pussy, exhaling low through his nose when he sees just how much of him spills out with the motion. He watches it for a moment, then reaches for another towel, gently parting your legs to clean you up with quiet reverence.

“You’re shaking,” he says softly. “C’mere.”

He doesn’t ask—you’re already reaching for him before he finishes speaking. He helps flip you over gently and pulls you into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist as he rocks you close. His lips brush your temple. “That was a lot,” he murmurs. “You were so good for us.”

Matt slides in beside you on the bed, arms folded behind his head as he watches you snuggle into Chris’s chest. Then he lifts one hand, brushing some hair out of your face. “Gotta say… never seen someone take both of us like that before.”

You laugh hoarsely—just a breath of sound—and Matt smirks.

Chris rests his chin on top of your head. “We’re not done with you,” he says, voice low but gentle. “But right now? You just stay here. Let us take care of you.”

You nod against him, completely limp and content, body sore and blissful.

Matt leans in to press a kiss to your shoulder. “We’ll get you some water, baby,” he says. “Then we’ll hold you all fucking night.”

And they do.

well good morning from me everyone !! noticed a weird lack of chratt fics lately soo..

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matthew sturniolo | m.s

♣︎ | smut ♛ | suggestive ♥︎ | fluff ☀︎ | angst

stargazing with matt! ♥︎ "can we break your bed?" ♣︎ broken tables and teases ♛ terms and conditions ☀︎ after thought ☀︎ another life ♥︎ write me in ☀︎ ♥︎ some protector ☀︎ picture perfect ♥︎ ♛ warm and wicked ♛ ☀︎ one thing ♛ ☀︎ too sweet to handle ♣︎ nothing underneath ♣︎

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christopher sturniolo | c.s

♣︎ | smut ♛ | suggestive ♥︎ | fluff ☀︎ | angst

pucker up! ♣︎ what we really want ☀︎ mint condition ♛ so full, but still begging ♣︎ sugar high ♛ ♣︎ it's the best day of the year ♛ ♣︎ crowned in chaos ☀︎ ♥︎ breaking it in ♣︎ anytime. anywhere. ♛ ♣︎ pink walls, full hearts ♥︎ stay inside ♛ ♣︎ purple lace bra ♛ ☀︎ ballet flats and daddy mishaps ♥︎ grey shorts and bad intentions ♛ you always come back ♣︎

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GOT ANOTHER IDEA FOR YUH. You know that song “I ain’t got no panties on” I need a Matt fic of that.

ironically i dont know that song LMFAO i had to google it 😭 but i love where this is going!! stay tuned 🩷

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Bot idea!

ooo yesss! what's your idea? ❤️

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Taglist 2

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too sweet to handle | m.s

— matt sturniolo x fem! reader

— warnings: smut (18+), oral (f receiving), sex enhancement product (honey packet), desperation, begging, overstimulation, established relationship, oral fixation, consensual chaos, Matt being unhinged and horny, reader riding his face, feral energy, post-oral round two heavily implied

Matt said he was built different—ten minutes later, he’s begging to eat you out like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. 

requested by anon! | word count: 875 | dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

You’re scrolling through TikTok on the couch, legs tucked under a blanket, lazily flicking through videos, when Matt strolls out of the kitchen shirtless. His curls are messy, his sweatpants are slung low on his hips, and in his hand, he holds up a little gold packet like it’s a prize.

“What is that?” you ask, not even glancing away from your phone.

He flops dramatically beside you, swinging one leg across your lap like a content cat. “Sex honey.”

You blink and finally look up. “I’m sorry, what?”

He grins, shaking the packet in the air. “The TikTok stuff. The one that supposedly makes guys go full animal mode.”

You narrow your eyes. “Matt, people say they get uncontrollably horny. Like, crying and shaking horny.”

He shrugs. “Exactly. I want to know if it’s real.”

“That is not a good idea,” you murmur, watching as he tears the packet open with his teeth. He squeezes the golden syrup into his mouth and licks his lips like it’s candy.

“Tastes good,” he says with a shrug. “And besides, I’m built different.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Built stupid, maybe.”

He tosses the empty packet onto the coffee table and smirks. “Says twenty minutes to kick in.”

Ten minutes later, Matt is squirming.

At first, it’s subtle—the tap of his fingers on his thigh, the way he shifts every few seconds, the way he exhales like he’s getting frustrated with himself. You’re still scrolling when you glance over, and his jaw is clenched, his hands gripping the hem of the hoodie he put back on like it’s the only thing grounding him.

“You okay?” you ask with a half-laugh.

He doesn’t look at you. Just nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m—uh—I’m fine.”

That’s the first clue.

The second is when he suddenly stands up and starts pacing the living room like he’s trying to walk something off. You watch, confused, until he abruptly stops, pinches the bridge of his nose, and mutters something under his breath.

“Babe?”

He spins around like you caught him doing something illegal. “I’m good. It’s just hot in here, right? Like, really hot?”

You pause the video on your phone and sit up. “Matt.”

His eyes are wide when he turns to you. His cheeks are flushed deep red, pupils dilated to the point that barely any of the pretty green is visible.

“Baby… I-I need you. Like now. Fuck. Please—please sit on my face, I’ll lose my mind.”

You stare. “Oh my god. You’re actually feral.”

He whines. It’s high and strained and filled with frustration.

“It’s like my skin is buzzing,” he groans, dragging a hand down his face. “I can’t focus, I can’t breathe, I just—I need to taste you. Please. I’m begging you.”

You blink, caught between shock and a thrill so sharp it nearly knocks the air from your lungs.

“You said you were built different.”

“I was a fucking idiot,” he growls, crossing the room in two strides. He drops to his knees in front of the couch, hands grabbing at your thighs. “I’ll never be smug again, just—please let me have you. I’m gonna combust.”

You run a hand through his curls, breath catching as he leans in instinctively, nuzzling against your leg like he’s chasing contact.

“Jesus, Matt.”

“Please,” he pants. “I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll be so good. Let me take care of you, I need it… I need you."

You nod, too turned on to tease anymore. You slide your shorts down and straddle him on the couch. The second your knees touch the cushion, Matt lets out a strangled moan and collapses back, pulling you with him.

“Thank you,” he breathes against your skin. “Thank you. Oh my god.”

His mouth is on you before you can even settle. It’s immediate and intense, like he’s starved. He doesn’t tease. Doesn’t ease in. Just dives in like you’re the only thing that can soothe the fire under his skin.

You gasp, hips jolting, and he groans at the taste, gripping your thighs tighter and keeping you right where he wants you.

He moans into you. Constantly. Like every second he’s buried between your thighs is ecstasy. Your hands clutch his hair, your thighs shake, and he still doesn’t let up.

You come once, crying out. Then again, with your head tipped back and your voice cracking. And when you try to pull away, he just clings harder.

“One more,” he begs, voice hoarse and wild. “Please, baby. One more. Let me make you come again. Let me feel you on my tongue.”

You don’t even have the strength to answer. You just give in.

When you finally slump against him, Matt gently guides you onto your back, his lips still kissing your thighs, your stomach, your hipbones.

“You okay?” you whisper breathlessly.

He looks dazed, wrecked, flushed and panting. But he nods, leaning over you with a crooked grin. “Better than okay. But if I don’t fuck you in the next sixty seconds—I will literally die."

You laugh, light and breathless, as he kisses you slow and messy.

“That was the warm-up?”

“Baby,” he whispers against your neck, lining himself up with a ragged groan, “round two is gonna change your life."

need him soo bad.. especially with how fucking hot he's lookin lately 😍

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too sweet to handle | m.s

— matt sturniolo x fem! reader

— warnings: smut (18+), oral (f receiving), sex enhancement product (honey packet), desperation, begging, overstimulation, established relationship, oral fixation, consensual chaos, Matt being unhinged and horny, reader riding his face, feral energy, post-oral round two heavily implied

Matt said he was built different—ten minutes later, he’s begging to eat you out like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. 

requested by anon! | word count: 875 | dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

You’re scrolling through TikTok on the couch, legs tucked under a blanket, lazily flicking through videos, when Matt strolls out of the kitchen shirtless. His curls are messy, his sweatpants are slung low on his hips, and in his hand, he holds up a little gold packet like it’s a prize.

“What is that?” you ask, not even glancing away from your phone.

He flops dramatically beside you, swinging one leg across your lap like a content cat. “Sex honey.”

You blink and finally look up. “I’m sorry, what?”

He grins, shaking the packet in the air. “The TikTok stuff. The one that supposedly makes guys go full animal mode.”

You narrow your eyes. “Matt, people say they get uncontrollably horny. Like, crying and shaking horny.”

He shrugs. “Exactly. I want to know if it’s real.”

“That is not a good idea,” you murmur, watching as he tears the packet open with his teeth. He squeezes the golden syrup into his mouth and licks his lips like it’s candy.

“Tastes good,” he says with a shrug. “And besides, I’m built different.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Built stupid, maybe.”

He tosses the empty packet onto the coffee table and smirks. “Says twenty minutes to kick in.”

Ten minutes later, Matt is squirming.

At first, it’s subtle—the tap of his fingers on his thigh, the way he shifts every few seconds, the way he exhales like he’s getting frustrated with himself. You’re still scrolling when you glance over, and his jaw is clenched, his hands gripping the hem of the hoodie he put back on like it’s the only thing grounding him.

“You okay?” you ask with a half-laugh.

He doesn’t look at you. Just nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m—uh—I’m fine.”

That’s the first clue.

The second is when he suddenly stands up and starts pacing the living room like he’s trying to walk something off. You watch, confused, until he abruptly stops, pinches the bridge of his nose, and mutters something under his breath.

“Babe?”

He spins around like you caught him doing something illegal. “I’m good. It’s just hot in here, right? Like, really hot?”

You pause the video on your phone and sit up. “Matt.”

His eyes are wide when he turns to you. His cheeks are flushed deep red, pupils dilated to the point that barely any of the pretty green is visible.

“Baby… I-I need you. Like now. Fuck. Please—please sit on my face, I’ll lose my mind.”

You stare. “Oh my god. You’re actually feral.”

He whines. It’s high and strained and filled with frustration.

“It’s like my skin is buzzing,” he groans, dragging a hand down his face. “I can’t focus, I can’t breathe, I just—I need to taste you. Please. I’m begging you.”

You blink, caught between shock and a thrill so sharp it nearly knocks the air from your lungs.

“You said you were built different.”

“I was a fucking idiot,” he growls, crossing the room in two strides. He drops to his knees in front of the couch, hands grabbing at your thighs. “I’ll never be smug again, just—please let me have you. I’m gonna combust.”

You run a hand through his curls, breath catching as he leans in instinctively, nuzzling against your leg like he’s chasing contact.

“Jesus, Matt.”

“Please,” he pants. “I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll be so good. Let me take care of you, I need it… I need you."

You nod, too turned on to tease anymore. You slide your shorts down and straddle him on the couch. The second your knees touch the cushion, Matt lets out a strangled moan and collapses back, pulling you with him.

“Thank you,” he breathes against your skin. “Thank you. Oh my god.”

His mouth is on you before you can even settle. It’s immediate and intense, like he’s starved. He doesn’t tease. Doesn’t ease in. Just dives in like you’re the only thing that can soothe the fire under his skin.

You gasp, hips jolting, and he groans at the taste, gripping your thighs tighter and keeping you right where he wants you.

He moans into you. Constantly. Like every second he’s buried between your thighs is ecstasy. Your hands clutch his hair, your thighs shake, and he still doesn’t let up.

You come once, crying out. Then again, with your head tipped back and your voice cracking. And when you try to pull away, he just clings harder.

“One more,” he begs, voice hoarse and wild. “Please, baby. One more. Let me make you come again. Let me feel you on my tongue.”

You don’t even have the strength to answer. You just give in.

When you finally slump against him, Matt gently guides you onto your back, his lips still kissing your thighs, your stomach, your hipbones.

“You okay?” you whisper breathlessly.

He looks dazed, wrecked, flushed and panting. But he nods, leaning over you with a crooked grin. “Better than okay. But if I don’t fuck you in the next sixty seconds—I will literally die."

You laugh, light and breathless, as he kisses you slow and messy.

“That was the warm-up?”

“Baby,” he whispers against your neck, lining himself up with a ragged groan, “round two is gonna change your life."

need him soo bad.. especially with how fucking hot he's lookin lately 😍

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I NEED A FIC WITH CHRIS OR MATT EATING A SEX CHOCOLATE. (Or a honey packet) 😭🙏🙏

YESS literally just finished writing for this one! posting soon!

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you always come back | c.s

— chris sturniolo x fem! reader

— warnings: fluff, suggestive, smut, friends-to-lovers tension, oral (f receiving), protected sex, cursing, mutual pining, emotional intimacy, soft aftercare, hand holding during sex, forehead kisses, years of repressed feelings finally snapping.

Best friends to lovers. One movie night, one soft confession, and years of tension finally snap. It’s always been him. It’s always been you.

requested by anon! | word count: 1k

It starts like it always does—with the two of you wrapped in one big blanket, half-watching a dumb reality show in Chris’s living room. Your legs are draped across his lap, a bowl of popcorn between you, and his hand casually rests on your ankle, tracing idle shapes. The moment is soft, simple. Familiar. The kind of quiet closeness that doesn't need explaining. It feels like a tradition, something sacred wrapped in snack crumbs and lazy banter.

You’ve always been like this. You and Chris. Close. Too close, maybe. But it never mattered before. Or maybe it always did. Maybe you’ve both just been pretending not to notice. Hiding behind jokes, behind borrowed hoodies and movie marathons that lasted until sunrise.

“You gonna stay over?” he asks, voice low, warm with amusement. “Or are you gonna make me drive you home at 1AM like last time?”

You grin, eyes flicking toward your duffel bag by the front door. “I brought my bag. Figured I'd save us both the trouble.”

“Atta girl,” he murmurs, smirking as he tosses a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Knew you loved me.”

Your breath catches, just a little. It’s playful. But it hits too close to something you’ve buried for years. Something delicate and dangerous. Something that curls up in your chest and refuses to leave.

He doesn’t notice.

Or maybe he does, because when you shift to face him better, you catch his eyes already on you. Not teasing. Just… looking. Deeply. Like he’s seeing you all at once. It makes your skin prickle.

“You’re staring,” you whisper, heart skipping.

Chris shrugs, blinking slowly. “Can I tell you something?”

Your pulse jumps. “Yeah. Always.”

He hesitates. Swallows. You watch his Adam’s apple bob. “Sometimes I wonder what we’re doing.”

…What do you mean?”

“I mean…” He shifts closer, hand now brushing against your calf, trailing up to rest just above your knee. “We do all this couple shit. Sleepovers. You steal my hoodies. You’ve met my mom, like, a hundred times. I talk about you so much, Nick and Matt think we’re already dating.”

You blink. You want to laugh, but it catches in your throat.

“I guess I just…” he trails off, breath shaky. “I don’t wanna keep pretending.”

It hits you like a car crash. Sudden. Violent. Your throat tightens. It’s terrifying and thrilling all at once.

“…So stop pretending,” you whisper.

He exhales sharply, relief flooding his features. He leans in slowly, testing the waters, until your lips meet his in a kiss so soft, so tentative, it could break you. It deepens quickly, years of repressed feelings pouring out in a messy, hungry way. All tongue and breath and desperation. Like you’re both trying to catch up on every second you wasted not doing this sooner.

When he pulls you onto his lap, there’s no hesitation. His hands explore like he’s been dying to touch you—fingertips skimming your waist, slipping under your hoodie. Yours tug at his shirt, lifting it off, revealing warm skin and freckles you’ve seen a hundred times, but never like this. You marvel at how familiar he is and how brand new it feels all at once.

“Tell me you want this,” he pants against your neck, voice low and rough. His nose brushes along your jawline, mouth ghosting over your skin.

You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly. “I’ve always wanted you, Chris.”

His groan is downright sinful. “Fuck, baby… say it again.”

“Chris,” you breathe, grinding down into his lap, your breath catching. “I want you. So bad it hurts.”

He kisses you again, deeper this time. There’s something frantic in it now, like he’s making up for lost time. “Years, baby. I’ve wanted you for years.”

He carries you to his bedroom, kissing you the whole way—bumping into the doorframe, laughing into your mouth, both of you breathless and giddy. The second the door clicks shut, the tone shifts. It’s fire. It’s a spark to gasoline.

Clothes come off piece by piece. He lays you back against his pillows like you’re something precious, crawling over you slowly with reverence and intent. His touch is soft but desperate, shaky with restraint. You can feel him holding himself back, trying to savor it.

"You’re so fucking beautiful," he says, cupping your cheek, brushing your hair behind your ear. "I don’t think I’ve ever let myself say it."

Your body arches when his lips wrap around your nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make your breath stutter. He worships you with his mouth—chest, hips, inner thighs—pausing to just look at you spread out beneath him. His fingers run reverently across your stomach, his gaze reverent like he’s never seen anything so sacred.

"Let me take care of you," he murmurs, fingers teasing between your legs. You gasp as he dips down, tongue circling where you need him most. He groans into you, hands locking around your thighs to keep you still.

You come undone in his mouth, trembling, moaning his name over and over. He stays there through every wave, holding you, grounding you, letting you fall apart.

When he finally slides into you, you both gasp. He goes slow—achingly slow—like he’s trying to feel everything. Every inch. Every heartbeat. Your hands frame his face, eyes locked. His thumb brushes your cheek as he murmurs, “Is this okay?”

“Perfect,” you whisper. “You’re perfect.”

He holds your hand the entire time, his forehead resting against yours. He whispers sweet, dirty things you’ve never heard from him before, voice thick with emotion. You tell him everything with your body—how safe he makes you feel, how much you’ve always longed for this.

It’s messy and passionate and overwhelming. But it’s also tender, grounding. Real. And when you both finally shudder apart, it’s whispered I love you's caught between panting breaths and forehead kisses.

Later, tangled in sheets and breathless, you trace lazy circles on his chest. He curls an arm around you protectively, fingers still tangled with yours. His skin is warm, heartbeat slow under your palm.

“You’re mine now, yeah?” he asks, voice hoarse.

You kiss his shoulder, eyes soft. “I always have been.”

He lets out a shaky exhale and smiles like he’s never been happier in his life. Like you just gave him the one thing he’s been waiting for all along.

sorry for the delayy guyss 😭 i was so busy today! but dont worry i will be posting another later today <33

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you always come back | c.s

— chris sturniolo x fem! reader

— warnings: fluff, suggestive, smut, friends-to-lovers tension, oral (f receiving), protected sex, cursing, mutual pining, emotional intimacy, soft aftercare, hand holding during sex, forehead kisses, years of repressed feelings finally snapping.

Best friends to lovers. One movie night, one soft confession, and years of tension finally snap. It’s always been him. It’s always been you.

requested by anon! | word count: 1k

It starts like it always does—with the two of you wrapped in one big blanket, half-watching a dumb reality show in Chris’s living room. Your legs are draped across his lap, a bowl of popcorn between you, and his hand casually rests on your ankle, tracing idle shapes. The moment is soft, simple. Familiar. The kind of quiet closeness that doesn't need explaining. It feels like a tradition, something sacred wrapped in snack crumbs and lazy banter.

You’ve always been like this. You and Chris. Close. Too close, maybe. But it never mattered before. Or maybe it always did. Maybe you’ve both just been pretending not to notice. Hiding behind jokes, behind borrowed hoodies and movie marathons that lasted until sunrise.

“You gonna stay over?” he asks, voice low, warm with amusement. “Or are you gonna make me drive you home at 1AM like last time?”

You grin, eyes flicking toward your duffel bag by the front door. “I brought my bag. Figured I'd save us both the trouble.”

“Atta girl,” he murmurs, smirking as he tosses a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Knew you loved me.”

Your breath catches, just a little. It’s playful. But it hits too close to something you’ve buried for years. Something delicate and dangerous. Something that curls up in your chest and refuses to leave.

He doesn’t notice.

Or maybe he does, because when you shift to face him better, you catch his eyes already on you. Not teasing. Just… looking. Deeply. Like he’s seeing you all at once. It makes your skin prickle.

“You’re staring,” you whisper, heart skipping.

Chris shrugs, blinking slowly. “Can I tell you something?”

Your pulse jumps. “Yeah. Always.”

He hesitates. Swallows. You watch his Adam’s apple bob. “Sometimes I wonder what we’re doing.”

…What do you mean?”

“I mean…” He shifts closer, hand now brushing against your calf, trailing up to rest just above your knee. “We do all this couple shit. Sleepovers. You steal my hoodies. You’ve met my mom, like, a hundred times. I talk about you so much, Nick and Matt think we’re already dating.”

You blink. You want to laugh, but it catches in your throat.

“I guess I just…” he trails off, breath shaky. “I don’t wanna keep pretending.”

It hits you like a car crash. Sudden. Violent. Your throat tightens. It’s terrifying and thrilling all at once.

“…So stop pretending,” you whisper.

He exhales sharply, relief flooding his features. He leans in slowly, testing the waters, until your lips meet his in a kiss so soft, so tentative, it could break you. It deepens quickly, years of repressed feelings pouring out in a messy, hungry way. All tongue and breath and desperation. Like you’re both trying to catch up on every second you wasted not doing this sooner.

When he pulls you onto his lap, there’s no hesitation. His hands explore like he’s been dying to touch you—fingertips skimming your waist, slipping under your hoodie. Yours tug at his shirt, lifting it off, revealing warm skin and freckles you’ve seen a hundred times, but never like this. You marvel at how familiar he is and how brand new it feels all at once.

“Tell me you want this,” he pants against your neck, voice low and rough. His nose brushes along your jawline, mouth ghosting over your skin.

You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly. “I’ve always wanted you, Chris.”

His groan is downright sinful. “Fuck, baby… say it again.”

“Chris,” you breathe, grinding down into his lap, your breath catching. “I want you. So bad it hurts.”

He kisses you again, deeper this time. There’s something frantic in it now, like he’s making up for lost time. “Years, baby. I’ve wanted you for years.”

He carries you to his bedroom, kissing you the whole way—bumping into the doorframe, laughing into your mouth, both of you breathless and giddy. The second the door clicks shut, the tone shifts. It’s fire. It’s a spark to gasoline.

Clothes come off piece by piece. He lays you back against his pillows like you’re something precious, crawling over you slowly with reverence and intent. His touch is soft but desperate, shaky with restraint. You can feel him holding himself back, trying to savor it.

"You’re so fucking beautiful," he says, cupping your cheek, brushing your hair behind your ear. "I don’t think I’ve ever let myself say it."

Your body arches when his lips wrap around your nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make your breath stutter. He worships you with his mouth—chest, hips, inner thighs—pausing to just look at you spread out beneath him. His fingers run reverently across your stomach, his gaze reverent like he’s never seen anything so sacred.

"Let me take care of you," he murmurs, fingers teasing between your legs. You gasp as he dips down, tongue circling where you need him most. He groans into you, hands locking around your thighs to keep you still.

You come undone in his mouth, trembling, moaning his name over and over. He stays there through every wave, holding you, grounding you, letting you fall apart.

When he finally slides into you, you both gasp. He goes slow—achingly slow—like he’s trying to feel everything. Every inch. Every heartbeat. Your hands frame his face, eyes locked. His thumb brushes your cheek as he murmurs, “Is this okay?”

“Perfect,” you whisper. “You’re perfect.”

He holds your hand the entire time, his forehead resting against yours. He whispers sweet, dirty things you’ve never heard from him before, voice thick with emotion. You tell him everything with your body—how safe he makes you feel, how much you’ve always longed for this.

It’s messy and passionate and overwhelming. But it’s also tender, grounding. Real. And when you both finally shudder apart, it’s whispered I love you's caught between panting breaths and forehead kisses.

Later, tangled in sheets and breathless, you trace lazy circles on his chest. He curls an arm around you protectively, fingers still tangled with yours. His skin is warm, heartbeat slow under your palm.

“You’re mine now, yeah?” he asks, voice hoarse.

You kiss his shoulder, eyes soft. “I always have been.”

He lets out a shaky exhale and smiles like he’s never been happier in his life. Like you just gave him the one thing he’s been waiting for all along.

sorry for the delayy guyss 😭 i was so busy today! but dont worry i will be posting another later today <33

click here to be added to my taglist and here for masterlist <3

taglist 1 ✎ @chrisissobabygirl @sturnzwrld @strnilolover @sweetshuga @mattslilies @sirensdollesque @slxtarchive @heartsonlyforchris @sturns-mermaid @bluessturniolo @pasteldreams @endereies @solarsturniolo @drewswife @conspiracy-ash @courta13 @ivytthew @blushsturns @surprisecurlyfriess @mazzystarrysky @eclipsturns @riasturns @mattsgirl4ever @elisesturnz @ribbonlovergirl @chrisslut04 @pair-of-pantaloons @obxfansstuff @poppetbaby02 @bgfshai @kalel2005