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[starwebber9]

⌞matt fucking you in the airplane bathroom⌝⸝⸝

warnings: public sex, bathroom sex, rough dom!matt x sub!reader, oral (f receiving), rough sex, unprotected p in v, fingering, nipple play, biting, creampie, possessive matt,

word count: 977

it’s quiet in the cabin. most of first class is asleep or pretending to be. nick’s a few rows back. chris too. you're tucked into your seat in one of matt’s hoodies and soft gray sweatpants, curled up like nothing’s out of the ordinary. you're watching some random movie on the screen, paying no mind to it as you scribble in your journal.

there was still six hours left in the flight to japan, and everything was going smoothly.

but matt? he’s losing his mind.

he shows up beside your seat, crouches slightly, and murmurs low enough only you can hear.

“bathroom. now.”

you blink. “what?”

his eyes are already blown wide. jaw tense. “if i don’t get to fuck you within the next two minutes i’m gonna fucking lose it.”

he doesn’t wait for an answer, just slips back up the aisle toward the bathroom, casual and calm. but you see it in the way his hand clenches into a fist as he walks. he’s barely holding it together.

you hesitate for only a second. then you’re up and following.

the second you step into the bathroom, he locks the door and pounces.

his hands grab your waist, your hoodie, your thighs. he doesn’t even bother starting slow. he lifts you onto the sink like you weigh nothing and pulls your sweatpants and underwear down in one smooth, rushed motion. they stay bunched around your knees, forgotten.

his palms push your thighs wide open.

“fuck,” he mutters under his breath, staring at you. “look at this pussy. already soaked.”

you shiver at the way he says it. low, reverent. like he’s starved.

he kneels.

and then he’s on you.

his tongue drags through your folds slowly at first. teasing, tasting, breathing heavy against you. he groans like it’s his first real breath in hours. and then he licks you again. and again. and again.

his hands grip your thighs tight, fingers digging in as his tongue flicks over your clit, circling it with slow, wet pressure that has your whole body curling in on itself.

“m-matt—”

he groans again, mouth messier now, faster. he flattens his tongue and drags it up and down your slit, then sucks your clit into his mouth and suckles.

you gasp. your hands fly into his hair, tugging hard, but he doesn’t stop.

you try to close your legs around his head but he forces them open, mouth relentless.

and then he slides two fingers into you. slow, thick, curling them deep.

your breath catches. your hips buck. the sound that leaves you isn’t quiet.

“shhh,” he mumbles against your clit, voice muffled by your body. “keep it down.”

he doesn’t stop.

his fingers thrust into you fast and deep while his tongue works tight circles on your clit, and it’s overwhelming. wet and hot and too much in the best way.

“matt, fuck, i’m-”

“cum,” he growls. “do it now. soak my fuckin’ face.”

you fall apart with a choked cry, hand over your mouth, thighs shaking around his head as he keeps licking, keeps fingering, keeps eating you out like he needs it to survive.

he pulls away only when you’re twitching and gasping, eyes glassy and lips parted.

he stands, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and leans in to kiss you. its slow and dirty, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“told you i’d lose it,” he whispers.

he pulls his sweats down and his rock hard cock springs free. thick, flushed, leaking. he puts his hand right beneath your chin, silently telling you to spit. when you do, he strokes his dick once, then twice, lathering himself in your saliva.

then lines himself up.

“you ready?” he asks, breath ragged.

you nod.

he pushes in slowly at first. lets you feel all of him. fills you deep, so deep you gasp, head falling back against the mirror.

he doesn’t move for a second.

just leans down. pushes your hoodie up to your collarbone and stares at your chest.

“fuck. i love your tits. so pretty” he whispers, one thumb brushing over your sensitive nipple. 

he latches his mouth onto one nipple, sucking, licking, then biting gently, enough to make you gasp.

and then he starts to move.

his hips snap forward again and again, fucking you hard while his mouth stays on your chest. he sucks your nipple between his teeth, then pulls back and bites. you cry out. he switches to the other, giving it just as much attention.

his hands are everywhere. gripping your thighs, pinching your waist, pushing your legs up so he can get even deeper.

your body slaps against the mirror with every thrust. the sound of skin against skin is obscene in the tiny space.

you’re already close again.

“gonna cum?” he pants against your chest. “gonna cum all over my cock?”

you nod, desperate.

he bites your nipple again, and fucks you harder.

“do it. now.”

you cum. hard. crying out into your hand, whole body trembling as you cum a second time, walls clenching tight around him.

he groans. low, guttural. and thrusts deep one more time, hips jerking as he spills inside you, cock twitching with every pulse.

you both breathe heavy for a minute, forehead to forehead.

he brushes your hair off your face.

“you’re never wearing my hoodie around me again,” he says, voice wrecked.

you laugh weakly. “you’re the one who gave it to me before the flight.”

he kisses you.

slow. filthy. full of heat.

then he pulls his hoodie down, helps you off the sink, and tugs your sweatpants back up. his cum leaks out of you instantly. you feel it drip down your thighs as you adjust your clothes.

he notices.

smirks.

“don’t clean it up.”

“matt.”

“nah. i want you leaking when you walk back. i want you thinking about me the whole way.”

you gently hit his chest, giggling.

he grins, holding your hand as you walk back to your seats, nick and chris staring at you in utter disgust.

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[starwebber9]

˗ˏˋ @DELILAHSTURNIOLO’S ONE YEAR SPECIAL! ˎˊ˗

𝜗᭪ soft sex with chris

⤷ warnings . . . unprotected sex, soft!dom!chris, clit play, nipple play, oral, (fem!recieving) multiple orgasms, kissing, use of pet names, body worship, fingering

⤷ written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

⤷ view one year special here!

you feel the soft sheets of chris's bed against your bare skin as you lie there, chris hovering over you as his eyes roam hungrily over your curves. "you look so beautiful like this baby,” he whispers, crawling onto the bed and hovering above you. his lips meet yours in a soft, tender kiss, his hand cupping your cheek.

he trails kisses along your jawline, down your neck, his other hand caressing your side. “s’pretty," he murmurs against your skin. he takes his time exploring your body with his mouth, leaving a path of goosebumps in his wake.

when he reaches your breasts, he lavishes them with attention, sucking and licking until your nipples are hardened peaks. "fuck," he purrs, moving lower. he parts your thighs, his breath hot against your core. "i need to taste you," he says before diving in, his tongue delving deep. “chris—oh fuck—“

you gasp and moan as he eats you out, his fingers joining in the mix, stroking and teasing your most sensitive spots. it doesn't take long before you're writhing beneath him, your orgasm building. "cum for me, baby," he urges, doubling his efforts.

your body responds, convulsing with pleasure as you cry out his name. he continues lapping at you until you come down from your high, then kisses his way back up your body, claiming your mouth once more.

he settles between your thighs, his hard length pressing against your slick heat. "such a pretty pussy," he breathes, slowly entering you. you both groan at the sensation, lost in the feeling of finally being connected. “chris—feels so good..” you pant.

he starts to move, thrusting deep and slow, his eyes locked with yours. "you feel incredible," he pants, kissing you again. he sets a steady, passionate rhythm, never breaking their kiss or eye contact.

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, taking him deeper. he angles his hips, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. you can feel another orgasm building, your walls fluttering around his cock.

"i'm close," he grunts, his movements becoming more urgent. "cum with me, baby." he reaches between your bodies, rubbing your clit in tight circles.

that's all it takes to send you both over the edge. you cling to each other as you come undone, riding out the waves of pleasure together. he collapses on top of you, both of you panting as he slowly reaches for you again, gently brushing hair out of your face. “i love you, okay?” chris murmurs, you mumble back a small “i love you too” and nuzzle into him, gently shutting your eyes.

© delilahsturniolo

one year special taglist: 💌 @mattscoquette @mattsdiva @mattsstarlet @tits4matt @mattsangelbaby @courta13 @rriverscuomo @ifwdominicfike @conspiracy-ash @heartsonlyforchris @cayleeuhithinknott @littlefreak-liz @oopsiedaisydeer @anilaasturns @lunasturns @sophsturns @pix3lsturniolo @heartsforsturniolo567 @loverboysturn @mivogjk @obedientdoll77 @izzylovesmatt @ariieeesworld

[starwebber9]

lmao matt looked so happy the whole video he’s so cute

i know ☹️☹️

[starwebber9]

｡⋆✩˚⊹ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ-ᴍ.s

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ: chris cheats on you so you return the favor…by sleeping with matt

ᴛᴡ: dirty smut ✩ cheating ✩ p n v ✩ soft!dom!matt ✩ sub!reader ✩ swearing ✩ angst ✩ a lil teasing ✩

“and then he walked in with all these hickeys on his neck so i kicked him out.” you said to matt, telling him about the awful actions his brother had done in the past 48 hours.

chris cheated on you, and he couldn’t even try to deny it. you yelled at him, arguing back and forth until you finally decided to just make him leave. you had worried that since you weren’t with chris anymore, your friendship with matt would be ruined, but shockingly it just grew you two closer.

matt was furious at chris. matt loved you so much, and knowing that his brother was the one who hurt you made him even more mad. he yelled at chris for hours on end, isolating himself away from him out of resentment. but other than being mad at chris, he was kind of thankful for his screw up. matt always had feelings for you, so he saw his brothers mess up as an opportunity to win you over.

“i know y/n, it was so shitty of him. you need to find someone better than his ass.” matt rubbed small circles on your back to comfort you. he made sure the second he found out you were coming over, he had his bed made and your favorite snacks ready to be eaten. he even made the house a few degrees warmer, which he hated but he knew you loved a warm house.

“gosh, i love you matt. you’re the best.” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. matt blushed at the compliment, but tried not to show it.

“and like-i don’t even know why someone would want to sleep with him like that. he’s not even good, matt he’s awful. like he’s sloppy and finishes fast and-wait im sorry this is weird to talk about my sex life with your brother to you my bad.” you stop yourself, not wanting to make matt uncomfortable.

“no you’re good.” matt replied, smiling at you.

“sorry i’m piling all this onto you matt, you should have to listen to me ramble on about your shitty brother.” you sigh, feeling like you’re a burden to matt.

“no, y/n, it’s okay. you deserve so much better.” he says, almost at a whisper.

you make eye contact, but not like normal. it’s deep. you can feel the connection you have with matt, your eyes saying much more than your words could. matt finally breaks the silence between you and softly but desperately presses his lips to yours.

“i’ve been waiting so long for this, you have no fucking idea y/n.” matt groans in between kisses.

“me too, matt.” you whisper, leaning back into the kiss, sealing your lips with matt’s. he rolls over in the bed, his hands and arms on the bed near you as he hovers over you

his hands roam over your body, his fingertips latching at the hem of your shirt. his eyes search yours for confirmation, to make sure you wanna go through with it. “please matt.” you whine, needing him like never before.

he takes your request, living up your shirt and unclasping your bra. he pecks little kisses along your collarbone, then on your tits. he takes your shorts and gently slides them off, revealing your damp pussy with no panties. you move your hips up, desperately trying to find any sort of friction you can.

“shit sweetheart, your gonna ruin me.”

he pulls off his shirt and then his pants next, showing off his hard erection in his boxers. a dark spot had formed on them, damp with precum. he then pulls his boxers off too, his dick springing out and hitting his stomach. matt positions himself at your entrance, you already feeling how big he is just from his tip nudging your walls. he slowly slides in, gliding into you effortlessly because of how wet you are.

“oh, oh shit matt, fuck-” you groan. the most euphoric feeling is taking over you right now, matt is just so good. chris was always okay, just average, but matt is a whole new level. he goes hard, pounding into you like nobody else had before. he really didn’t mean to go to hard, but the way your wet, warm walls clenched around him made him desperate to fuck you.

“oh sweetheart, shit-” he groaned, his dick moving at a lightning fast speed. his tip kept repeatedly hitting your cervix, making you feel like you were on cloud 9.

he kept going fast, his dick pounding into like there was no tomorrow. your moans were pornographic, so loud that you were glad nobody else was home. matt had a way of moving his dick that you thought was magic. he relentlessly pounded into you, only bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“matt, matt, im gonna come, shit-” you whine.

matt puts a firm thumb on your clit, rubbing circles on it as he played with your nipples in the other hand. matt was like magic.

“come on my dick doll, do it.” he groaned, nearing his own orgasm.

you do as he told you to, your walls clenching hard as possible on him as you release. your pussy spasmed around him, its juices coating him even more. matt came right after you, his warm cum filling you to the brim.

matt pulls out slowly, making sure you’re in no pain. you two just lay there for a minute, realizing what you just did. you don’t regret it, it just feels surreal.

“matt?” y/n says, almost at a whisper.

“yes doll?”

“what’re we gonna do about chris?”

right as you say that, you hear matt’s door slam open.

“hey matt where’s there tv remote-what the fuck?”

a/n: do we want an angsty part two orrrr no

taglist: @heartsforsturniolo567 @hamilfan74 @sorrybirds @courta13 @legendarychrattgirl @hannahsturniolo

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[starwebber9]

ew!

[starwebber9]

if bambi was ever tipsy/drunk would she be all giggly and just pull her shirt down and flash chris jokingly, or just constantly mess around with him all jokingly and he would have to tell her to calm down a bit

oh absolutely. tipsy bambi is chaos. all giggles and wobbly steps, poking chris’s cheeks, pulling faces, tugging at his shirt like ❝you’re so cute, baby❞ while falling into his lap. and yeah... she’d definitely pull her top down with a giggly ❝look!!!❞ like it’s the funniest thing ever. chris would groan, palm over his eyes like ❝bambi. baby. stop.❞ but he’s smiling, always.

trying to shush her, tugging her shirt back up and whispering ❝you’re gonna get me arrested, angel.❞ she keeps messing with him though, climbing all over him, licking his neck, biting his shoulder, being so annoying and so adorable. he’d eventually scoop her up like ❝okay, party’s over, menace. let’s get you home before you flash the bartender too.❞

[starwebber9]

perfect. amazing.

⌞pins and needles⌝⸝⸝

now playing: PINS AND NEEDLES: nessa barrett

warnings: breakup, angst, one sided love, lmk if i missed anything

word count: 1.0k

aftercare writing marathon

you and matt broke up about a month ago. after nearly three years together, the kind of love you thought would last forever had quietly slipped through your fingers, barely making a sound.

it hadn’t been one big fight. no screaming. no slamming doors. just silence. that slow, aching kind that creeps in like a fog and makes it hard to breathe.

you noticed it first in the way he stopped touching you without reason. no more hand on your thigh when you sat next to him. no more absentminded kisses to your temple, or pulling you into his chest when you passed behind the couch.

the warmth in his eyes had faded. every “i love you” started to sound more like a reflex than a confession. you knew it wasn’t working, but you tried anyway. harder than you ever should have. you gave him time, space, softness, patience. you gave him everything, hoping something would make him turn back toward you.

but he never did.

you remember the day you ended it down to the smallest detail. what you wore. what he said. the rain outside tapping softly against the window like it, too, was bracing for impact.

you were sitting on the edge of his bed, hands clenched in your lap, heart pounding. he was on the floor, sorting through laundry, completely unaware that your chest was splintering with every second that passed.

“matt,” you said quietly. so quietly, you weren’t sure he heard you.

he looked up, a little distracted. “yeah?”

your throat tightened. “can you sit down?”

he raised an eyebrow but obliged, tossing a sweatshirt aside and settling on the edge of the bed across from you. “what’s going on?”

you stared at him, trying to memorize him. the curve of his jaw, the faint crease in his brow. the things you used to kiss just to feel close. and for a second, you almost chickened out. but you’d been swallowing this ache for months. you couldn’t do it anymore.

“i don’t think this is working,” you said. your voice cracked halfway through.

he blinked. “what?”

“i don’t think we’re in love anymore,” you continued, barely holding yourself together. “at least, i know you’re not. and i can’t keep pretending that you are.”

matt shook his head slowly, as if trying to make sense of your words. “where is this coming from?”

you let out a breathy, bitter laugh. “matt, you haven’t looked at me like you love me in months. you don’t talk to me. you don’t touch me unless i reach for you first. i feel like i’m dating a stranger.”

he looked down at his hands. “i’ve just been… stressed.”

you nodded, having expected that. “i told myself that for a long time. that maybe you were tired, or overwhelmed, or needed space. i gave you that. i gave you everything. and you just… kept pulling away.”

he didn’t argue. didn’t even try to deny it. he just stayed quiet.

“so i need to stop fighting for someone who isn’t fighting for me,” you said. your voice broke then, but your eyes stayed dry. “i deserve to be loved out loud, matt. not like a habit you’re trying to break gently.”

“i never meant to hurt you,” he said, voice thick.

“i know,” you replied. “but you still did.”

he reached for your hand, almost instinctively, but you pulled back.

“i can’t keep doing this to myself. i keep waking up next to you and wondering why i feel so alone.” you shook your head. “you stopped choosing me a long time ago. and now i have to choose myself.”

he looked like he wanted to say something. apologize, beg, explain. but nothing came out. just a quiet, strangled silence. and in that silence, everything finally made sense.

you stood up, grabbed your purse from the floor, and turned to face him one last time. “i hope you figure out whatever’s going on inside you, matt. i really do. but i can’t be collateral damage while you do it.”

then you left.

the walk to your car was blurry, your chest tight and your hands shaking. but when you finally sat in the driver’s seat, something strange happened. you didn’t cry. you just stared out the windshield, heart pounding, and felt something settle in your bones. not peace. not yet. but truth. and truth was its own kind of relief.

now, a month later, the apartment is quiet in a different way. it’s not heavy with absence. it’s just still. your stillness.

you stand in the kitchen, hands pressed to the cold countertop, staring at nothing. your phone buzzes again. nick’s name lights up the screen. and then chris’. matt had been texting and calling you off of their numbers for days, since you blocked him. 

you don’t move.

he’s been calling more. texting. leaving voicemails that ramble with what ifs and maybes and “i didn’t know what i had.” like he finally realized what he lost now that it’s too late.

but you’re done.

you blocked him last week. not out of malice, but mercy. you couldn’t let his sudden regret unravel you. couldn’t keep listening to the voice that once meant love and now only triggered panic.

he had chances. so many chances. you begged with your eyes, with your patience, with the way you kept showing up when he didn’t. he just didn’t take them. and now you’re gone.

you ran into him yesterday. just a quick nothing on a crowded sidewalk in downtown LA. his eyes caught yours and went wide. he looked like he wanted to speak.

but you walked right past him.

no nod. no smile. no flinch.

just the steady rhythm of your boots against the pavement, your fingers gripping your purse a little tighter. for the first time, the ache in your chest didn’t claw for him. it just pulsed quietly. like healing. like something starting to mend.

he made you forget how much you could feel. numbed you with his indifference. but now, without him, you’re thawing out. bit by bit. moment by moment.

and he’s the one left standing in the cold.

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[starwebber9]

⠀១⠀⠀ pairing:⠀⠀bf's bsf!chris⠀⠀𝇂w/ ⠀ touch-starved!reader⠀⠀⠀⠀"HIS BESTFRIEND'S GIRL"

𝆹𝅥𝅮 ⠀۟⠀ in which . . . her boyfriend’s best friend fucks all that quiet, fucked-up affection into her, in the backseat, and she lets him.”

ㅤׂㅤ⊹ㅤㅤwarning:ㅤsmut,⠀switching,⠀pnv, ⠀mild bumbification, creampie,⠀rough sex,⠀semi public set,⠀size kink,⠀filty talking ⠀&&⠀ more..

He doesn’t even bother to lock the doors.

The party's still thumping behind them—music blaring, bodies packed inside, red solo cups stacked half full—but Chris had seen enough. Enough of her boyfriend walking off to talk to some other girl. Enough of her, standing there all quiet in the corner, pretending not to care while her eyes kept flicking toward Chris like they always do.

It was him she came to when her boyfriend vanished for too long.

It was his hoodie she tugged on, voice small, “Can we… go somewhere?”

It was his lap she ended up in—first just sitting, then straddling, then quietly grinding with her face tucked into his neck while he murmured low, dirty things into her ear like he knew how badly she needed to be touched.

So yeah—he doesn’t lock the doors. He doesn’t care.

Because right now she’s underneath him, already spread out in the backseat, and her boyfriend is the last thing on her mind.

“C’mere, baby,” Chris breathes, voice a low rasp against her jaw as he grinds down into her, their bodies flush, chest-to-chest, no space left between them. His hips roll, slow but deep—so deep—and the way she arches for him, arms wrapping tight around his neck like she’s clinging for life, makes him groan.

“God—Chris—feels too good,” she gasps, breath catching as her thighs twitch around his hips, cunt already fluttering around him like she’s seconds from breaking again.

He just smiles, all cocky and fucked-out, dragging his nose along her cheek. “I know it does. Look at you,” he murmurs, pressing his hand low between them to rub messy, tight circles over her clit. She jolts, moaning loud into his neck. “So fuckin’ needy. You get like this for him? Nah. Bet he doesn’t even fuck you like this.”

She whines, hands sliding up into his hair, tugging him impossibly closer as his cock grinds against every soaked, clenching inch of her. The backseat rocks under them, her skirt pushed all the way up, Chris’s hoodie halfway off his shoulders, and her panties thrown somewhere into the front.

She’s smaller—shorter—and he uses it. He’s all over her, covering her, fucking her with full-body thrusts that keep her snug beneath him, pinned down and stuffed full. His hands never leave her—one gripping her thigh, the other teasing her clit.

His thrusts were hard, relentless now—skin slapping wet, her thighs trembling around his hips as he kept her folded beneath him. No space, no breath, just his cock driving deep and fast, grinding through slick heat like he couldn’t stop.

“God, listen to you,” Chris muttered against her cheek, voice thick and uneven. “So fuckin’ wet—you did this, yeah?”

She only whined, face twisting, legs twitching when he shifted and hit it—that spot. Her whole body jolted, hips trying to wriggle away from the pressure.

He caught it instantly.

“Hey—no,” he breathed, dragging out of her slow until just the head kissed right against it again. He started rubbing there with soft, brutal precision. “Where you goin’, baby? You were takin’ it so good.”

Her breath hitched, a tear slipping as she gasped, “Chris—please—can’t—”

“Shhhh,” He leaned in, kissed her open mouth, slow and greedy while his hips rolled again. “C’mon,” he rasped, forehead pressing to hers. “Gonna fill you up, baby… fuck, feel so good like this—don’t squirm—stay right there—”

Chris shifted her leg higher over his hip, angling them slightly sideways, just enough to grind in deeper. The new angle had her gasping, body twitching as he fucked into her harder, rougher, cock dragging right over that spot.

He was holding her thigh tight as he kept rutting into her, slow and messy, lips brushing her cheek.

Chris fucked into her with messy, desperate thrusts—hips snapping hard, chest pressed to hers, his breath hot against her lips. Every push was deep and thick, dragging a wet gasp from her throat as he kept her pinned, her leg hooked high around his waist.

“Shhh,” he whispered, voice low and strained, kissing her temple as she squirmed. “Don’t move, baby… that’s it—just take it.” he breathed, with eyes of fucked-up affection

She whimpered, body trembling beneath him, her back arching when he rolled into her deeper. His hand caught her hip again, holding her still, eyes fluttering as his pace stuttered—messy, losing rhythm.

His mouth dropped open, breath catching as he pushed in deep one final time, cock twitching hard as he came inside her, thick and warm, hips pressed in tight as if he could spill every last drop into her. His brows pulled together, lips parted in a broken moan, face soft and fucked-out like he was drowning in it.

He stayed there, still shaking, then slowly pulled back with a groan, eyes dropping to the mess leaking between her thighs.

“Shit…” he breathed, grabbing her panties. He slipped them back up with one hand, cupping her soaked cunt to press them snug. His other hand cradled her cheek.

“Keep it in, yeah?” he murmured, eyes heavy, kissing her slow. “All of it’s yours.”

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[starwebber9]

⌞pins and needles⌝⸝⸝

now playing: PINS AND NEEDLES: nessa barrett

warnings: breakup, angst, one sided love, lmk if i missed anything

word count: 1.0k

aftercare writing marathon

you and matt broke up about a month ago. after nearly three years together, the kind of love you thought would last forever had quietly slipped through your fingers, barely making a sound.

it hadn’t been one big fight. no screaming. no slamming doors. just silence. that slow, aching kind that creeps in like a fog and makes it hard to breathe.

you noticed it first in the way he stopped touching you without reason. no more hand on your thigh when you sat next to him. no more absentminded kisses to your temple, or pulling you into his chest when you passed behind the couch.

the warmth in his eyes had faded. every “i love you” started to sound more like a reflex than a confession. you knew it wasn’t working, but you tried anyway. harder than you ever should have. you gave him time, space, softness, patience. you gave him everything, hoping something would make him turn back toward you.

but he never did.

you remember the day you ended it down to the smallest detail. what you wore. what he said. the rain outside tapping softly against the window like it, too, was bracing for impact.

you were sitting on the edge of his bed, hands clenched in your lap, heart pounding. he was on the floor, sorting through laundry, completely unaware that your chest was splintering with every second that passed.

“matt,” you said quietly. so quietly, you weren’t sure he heard you.

he looked up, a little distracted. “yeah?”

your throat tightened. “can you sit down?”

he raised an eyebrow but obliged, tossing a sweatshirt aside and settling on the edge of the bed across from you. “what’s going on?”

you stared at him, trying to memorize him. the curve of his jaw, the faint crease in his brow. the things you used to kiss just to feel close. and for a second, you almost chickened out. but you’d been swallowing this ache for months. you couldn’t do it anymore.

“i don’t think this is working,” you said. your voice cracked halfway through.

he blinked. “what?”

“i don’t think we’re in love anymore,” you continued, barely holding yourself together. “at least, i know you’re not. and i can’t keep pretending that you are.”

matt shook his head slowly, as if trying to make sense of your words. “where is this coming from?”

you let out a breathy, bitter laugh. “matt, you haven’t looked at me like you love me in months. you don’t talk to me. you don’t touch me unless i reach for you first. i feel like i’m dating a stranger.”

he looked down at his hands. “i’ve just been… stressed.”

you nodded, having expected that. “i told myself that for a long time. that maybe you were tired, or overwhelmed, or needed space. i gave you that. i gave you everything. and you just… kept pulling away.”

he didn’t argue. didn’t even try to deny it. he just stayed quiet.

“so i need to stop fighting for someone who isn’t fighting for me,” you said. your voice broke then, but your eyes stayed dry. “i deserve to be loved out loud, matt. not like a habit you’re trying to break gently.”

“i never meant to hurt you,” he said, voice thick.

“i know,” you replied. “but you still did.”

he reached for your hand, almost instinctively, but you pulled back.

“i can’t keep doing this to myself. i keep waking up next to you and wondering why i feel so alone.” you shook your head. “you stopped choosing me a long time ago. and now i have to choose myself.”

he looked like he wanted to say something. apologize, beg, explain. but nothing came out. just a quiet, strangled silence. and in that silence, everything finally made sense.

you stood up, grabbed your purse from the floor, and turned to face him one last time. “i hope you figure out whatever’s going on inside you, matt. i really do. but i can’t be collateral damage while you do it.”

then you left.

the walk to your car was blurry, your chest tight and your hands shaking. but when you finally sat in the driver’s seat, something strange happened. you didn’t cry. you just stared out the windshield, heart pounding, and felt something settle in your bones. not peace. not yet. but truth. and truth was its own kind of relief.

now, a month later, the apartment is quiet in a different way. it’s not heavy with absence. it’s just still. your stillness.

you stand in the kitchen, hands pressed to the cold countertop, staring at nothing. your phone buzzes again. nick’s name lights up the screen. and then chris’. matt had been texting and calling you off of their numbers for days, since you blocked him. 

you don’t move.

he’s been calling more. texting. leaving voicemails that ramble with what ifs and maybes and “i didn’t know what i had.” like he finally realized what he lost now that it’s too late.

but you’re done.

you blocked him last week. not out of malice, but mercy. you couldn’t let his sudden regret unravel you. couldn’t keep listening to the voice that once meant love and now only triggered panic.

he had chances. so many chances. you begged with your eyes, with your patience, with the way you kept showing up when he didn’t. he just didn’t take them. and now you’re gone.

you ran into him yesterday. just a quick nothing on a crowded sidewalk in downtown LA. his eyes caught yours and went wide. he looked like he wanted to speak.

but you walked right past him.

no nod. no smile. no flinch.

just the steady rhythm of your boots against the pavement, your fingers gripping your purse a little tighter. for the first time, the ache in your chest didn’t claw for him. it just pulsed quietly. like healing. like something starting to mend.

he made you forget how much you could feel. numbed you with his indifference. but now, without him, you’re thawing out. bit by bit. moment by moment.

and he’s the one left standing in the cold.

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[starwebber9]

he's so handsome i might cry.

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I know tumblr loves edits like this so i thought I’d share my edit with yall;)

[starwebber9]

ARF ARF IM ON MY KNEES HES SO HOT

[starwebber9]

loser!matt and fuckgirl!reader have a little fun

after the little ‘mattitude’ problem you and matt had he’s been trying to be less harsh with you, not give in of course, he would never give in, I mean yeah he has kissed you and slowly he’s less nonchalant about you, but that doesn’t mean he would let you do what you wanna do to him, right? well turns out matt doesn’t really haves that much of will power as he thinks, it takes him a fucking lot to not stare at your body in a bold way, a lot to not give in to your tease and flirting.

Nick invited you over to custom some caps together, put some stones on it and some glitter too, but just like always chris sticked to you guys just for the because, then he got hungry, nick got hungry and eventually you did too, so chris offered nick to go for some food, you saw the opportunity to have some time alone with matt and took it.

as soon as nick and chris leaved you made your way to matt’s room, when you opened the door the first thing you found was matt with a blunt between fingers as he fixed his cam recorder, he looked up at you with a hidden smirk “what are you doing here? aren’t you supposed to be with nick?” he muttered and keep putting more attention to his camera as he laid down

“nick and chris went for food so I decided to come check up on you…” you sit by his side and place a hand on his chest making him look up at you again, his eyes half lidded, red and his pupils dilated, god he looked so goddamn good.

there was a intense silence between you and him as you both stared at each other, it was one of these moments where it’s usually broke by matt brushing you off, but it’s not always like this, sometimes he just can’t brought himself to do it, it’s there when he starts to wonder if he actually should already just give in and claim what his body and part of his mind needs, you.

“do you always have to be so touchy?” he mumbled trying to make it look like your touch was nothing to him, you thought for a second the push and pull was over and he won by brushing you off but it quickly changed when he stealed a glance to your neckline as he blinked and wet his lips. gotcha matt. “you say that but I’m sure you want to touch too…” you said with soft tone as you gently roamed your hand over his chest, on god he did wanted, matt was really enjoying the view, your shirt showing enough of you tits and make them sit nicely, the way you looked down at him, your shorts showing your legs, looking so smoothly, it was too much

he discreetly putted his camera away and rested his hand on your knee staring up at you hoping you would know what he wanted, and you catch it in less than a second, you chuckled and shifted to straddle his sides, matt couldn’t hold back anymore and bit his inner cheek as he smirked and placed his hand over your thigh, the view was definitely better this way, you on top of him, looking like you wanted to devour him right there, it was so heavenly or maybe was just the weed making him delusional.

with the blunt still on his fingers he brought it to your lips, you took a deep hit and blowed the smoke down at him, in other situation he would’ve told you that was annoying as fuck (even tho does that to you all the time) but right now? he weirdly found it hot as fuck, he slightly grinned at you before leaving the blunt in the ashtray to place both of his hands on your legs and flickering his gaze between you and your boobs.

“like the view matty?” you muttered placing your hands on his chest, he hold back a laugh at your teasing question “shit what do you want me to say, no?” he said like if it was the most obvious thing in the world, like if his stupid grin and the way he touched your legs didn’t make it obvious enough, you let out a little laugh “you know you can touch more… you seem like you need to” god, he couldn’t be more happy

matt didn’t needed to be told twice, he softly started to roam his hands over your hips, waist and ribcage until the finally stopped under your tits and didn’t hesiteded a second to cup them and gently squeeze them as he pressed his lips together, the fucking amount of times he has thought about this moment it’s uncountable, but that was a secret he keeps to himself, to make it a bit more fun you slightly rocked your hips on top of his crotch, you thought that was where he would put a stop but he didn’t, how could he? matt kept softly massaging your boobs, you took that as a sign to keep moving, both of you with a stupid grin plaster on your faces

“fuuck… keep going” he murmured letting out a small sigh, you indeed kept rocking your hips against his, he glanced at your lips for a moment, they looked so pretty, he remembered when he kissed you at the car and how it felt so undeniably good. fuck it. he already kissed the fuck out of you that time, he already did it once, why not do it again? Of course everything he was letting you do right now was against everything he’s beeen saying all of these months, it’s all the contrary to all he says to his friends, brothers and you, but the feeling of having you on top of him, moving like that, and looking like that was way too much

he lazily wrapped his hand around your neck to bring you down and press a kiss on your lips, matt moved his hand to your hips to help you keep moving, maybe it did was the drugs melting his brain, he keeps repeating himself that it’s the weed and not you, that one time it’s not giving in completely

matt let out a little laugh when he pulled you away slightly “you’re very giggly when you’re high” you mumbled and went back to your position as matt moved his hand from your neck and hips back to your tits “shut the fuck up and keep moving” he said with a smile, you laughed too and picked more speed “mmhm… yeah just like that… shiit… you look very good like that” he murmured looking almost mesmerized, he could only imagine how would you look without those shorts and that shirt, no bra, no panties and-

his thoughts got cut off by the sound of the front door getting unlocked, you quickly stopped rocking your hips, Matt’s hands still on your tits as you both looked at each other panicking

“fuck… go! g-go to the bathroom, now” he said quickly grabbing your waist and pulling you down, you tried to hide a laugh as he leaded you to the door “my fucking god, stop laughing, it’s not funny!” he whispered panicked as he reached the door while you couldn’t stop giggling at how his face passed from flushed to pale

“I know, I’m sorry, it’s just that-“ you tried to explain until your gaze fell into his crotch and noticing the bulge in his sweatpants, his eyes followed yours and he quickly put his hand over it, you couldn’t hold the laugh anymore and bursted into laughs as he pushed you out of the room hearing nick and chris walking up the stairs, he closed the door almost smacking it as you walked to through the hallway and finding nick and chris

“we brought burgers cause the sushi shit was way to far” chris said happily and placing the bags on the table, chris noticed your giggled expression “what’s so funny? were you with matt?” he asked “no, I was just watching a TikTok, that’s it” you said trying to stop laughing “is matt still locked up in his room? damn, he’s like a pre teenager that never comes out of his room” nick joked and sat down to eat, you decided to not bother matt, poor matt already had enough with the problem between his legs to deal with more of your teasing, but you knew he wasn’t mad at you, he probably was mad at nick and chris for coming early and ruining the moment but he was sorta glad cause god who knows what would’ve happen if they would take more.

♱note: hi babes, i know I haven’t post and I’m sos so sorry, I’ve been busy, love ya n i know this might be kinda ass I just need to post lmfao 😁

(English is not my first language)

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[starwebber9]

he's just so handsome and dashing and charming like i don't know what else to say

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[starwebber9]

── ⌗ older!matt . . . bunny!reader

❛ bunny's scared of thunder ❜

The thunder starts early.

Not loud at first, just a soft, sleepy growl across the sky. A quiet rumble, like the clouds are whispering secrets to each other. But it still makes your shoulders jump. The apartment lights are already all on, every lamp glowing like a candle, and you're curled up on the couch in one of Matt’s big sweaters that hangs off you like a blanket. His cologne still clings to the collar, and you keep tugging it up to your nose like it'll help keep the storm away.

You’ve assembled the plushie crew. Your soft bunny in your lap, Miffy under your chin, Labubu tucked beside your hip. They’re on duty. Brave. Protecting you while Matt works late. You try really, really hard not to be dramatic. You know Matt’s busy—he texted you hours ago to say he had emails and phone calls, something about meetings and spreadsheets. Adult stuff. Important stuff. And you want to be good. Patient. Brave.

But then the thunder cracks loud. Like it tore through the sky with claws. You squeak out loud. Jump. Your hands fly to your ears; plushies scattered. The lights flicker, and your heart thumps so hard it almost hurts. You scramble Off the couch, across the carpet, little slippered feet pattering through the apartment. Straight into your bedroom. You dive under the covers like they’re armour. A big cocoon of comfort. You drag your plushies in after you, making sure no one’s left behind.

❝We just have to wait,❞ you whisper to them, eyes wide under the blankets. ❝Matt’s coming. He’s going to come get us.❞ The storm gets worse. Louder. The windowpane shakes, and you flinch again.

You squeeze your eyes shut and cuddle tighter into your soft toys. Your fingers tremble a little. Your cheeks are warm and wet now, but you don’t even remember crying. You whisper little check-ins to your plushies, like you're the grown-up one. ❝That one was a big one. You okay? I'm okay. We're okay.❞ But your lip wobbles when the thunder hits again.

Minutes stretch forever. Rain hammers against the glass. You curl tighter. Your bunny plush is pressed to your chest, and you whisper to it like a secret, ❝Matt’s gonna come home soon. He always comes home.❞ You don’t hear the door open. Don’t hear his keys drop or his shoes come off. You only notice something different when the room fills with warmth. Familiar. Comforting. Matt.

He peeks into the room. Spots the blanket mountain and soft sniffles. ❝Bunny?❞ he calls gently. A quiet hiccup. A rustle. He pulls the covers back carefully. There you are. Curled up like a little dumpling. Big eyes all glassy and sad, cheeks damp, and plushies clutched like lifelines.

❝Oh, bunny,❞ he breathes, instantly dropping to his knees beside the bed. ❝Sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m here now.❞ You don’t wait. You just launch yourself forward, crawling into his arms like you belong there. And you do. Matt climbs onto the bed without even taking off his coat, umbrella still dripping by the door. He gathers you in close, wraps you up in his warmth, and lets you bury your face in his chest.

❝The thunder,❞ you whisper, voice wobbly. ❝It’s really big tonight.❞ ❝I know, bunny. But I’ve got you now.❞ He kisses your forehead, brushes your damp hair back, and runs slow, soothing circles across your back. You cling tighter, cheeks hot with leftover tears.

❝I told my plushies you were coming,❞ you murmur after a moment, a little sleepily. Matt chuckles, soft and loving. ❝They were right. I’d never leave my girl in a storm.❞ You hum against his chest. You already feel better. Safer. The thunder cracks again, but you barely flinch. Not with Matt here. Not with his arms around you like a shield.

Outside, the storm keeps hissing through the night, but you don’t mind as much now. Not when you're bundled up in Matt's lap with your plushies tucked close, the soft thrum of his heartbeat steady in your ear. Inside the blanket fort, you’re safe. You’re home.

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[starwebber9]

ˇ⋆ ╱ ‧ ˚ ꪆ dealer!chris && bambi

❛ god bless this pussy ❜

The party's loud. Bonfire crackling, kids running wild with sparklers, red plastic cups sweating on the rims of dented coolers. Music’s thumping low from the porch, bass rolling like distant thunder. Chris is doing what he always does—dealing. Sharp glances, low mutters, fist bumps, and quick exchanges like sleight of hand beneath paper plates and under-table shadows.

But you? You’re across the lawn, curled into a lawn chair with Bunny tucked into your arm, sipping from your cup like it’s lemonade instead of whatever punch they poured too much vodka into. Your shorts are too small, and your bikini top is tied in a lazy bow, and your thighs glisten in the last of the golden-hour sun.

Chris notices. Of course he does. He’s not subtle when it comes to you—never has been. You’re watching him with that look again. Soft. A little sad. Lips pouted just the tiniest bit, like you’re waiting for him to come over. So he does. Chris comes up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you gently against him. His mouth brushes your shoulder.

❝Come with me,❞ he murmurs sweetly. He walks you past the tree line, where the buzz of the party fades. The fireworks crack through the sky now, casting soft golds and pinks across his face. Chris glances at you with that look, the one that makes your chest flutter. ❝You’re drunk on summer,❞ he says, teasing.

❝No,❞ you smile, already crawling into his lap, ❝I just want to kiss you a lot. Like… so much.❞ He groans, tilting his head back, already wrapping his arms around you. ❝Bambi,❞ he says, voice tight, ❝You say stuff like that and expect me to behave? That’s evil.❞

You giggle, kissing him once, then again, then again until you’ve got him breathless beneath you. He kisses you back with his whole chest, his hands holding your waist like you might disappear.

When your hips shift, you both feel it. ❝Just a sec, angel,❞ he mumbles, voice already low and thick as he slips his hand under your shorts. ❝Let me—fuck, just let me feel.”

❝Okay. Okay—yeah,❞ you gasp, nodding before your body even catches up. You’re draped in his lap, bikini top crooked, thighs all sticky and bare, and Chris is groaning like he’s about to lose it.

His fingers graze your panties. Soaked. So wet it makes a filthy little sound when he presses down. ❝Jesus Christ,❞ he groans, kissing you through your gasp. ❝You’re fuckin’ dripping. Feel that, Bambi? All for me.❞

You nod into his neck, whining, hips jolting when his thumb circles your clit. It's slow at first, lazy. Just enough to tease. But your aching little cunt clenches around nothing, desperate and fluttering. Your breath catches.

❝Chris—❞

❝Shh. I got you. You're my pretty thing, aren’t you?❞

You mewl. His tongue traces your jaw as his fingers pick up speed—long, pressing strokes over your socked panties that have your back arching, your hands clawing at his shirt. ❝I love you,❞ you whisper into his throat, over and over, voice breaking. ❝I love you. I love you so much.❞

Chris groans like it knocks the air out of him. ❝Wanna be loud, huh? Wait ‘til the fireworks start, then you can scream.❞ He kisses you hard, fingers buried in your slick heat, rubbing your clit with ruthless precision. ❝Fuck, Bambi. Love you too. Always.❞

The coil in your belly snaps hard. Your orgasm slams into you, blinding and brutal. You cry out into his neck as the first firework cracks overhead. Lights explode pink and gold behind your eyelids as your cunt pulses, soaking his fingers, your body trembling in his lap. ❝Fuck, look at that,❞ Chris moans, rocking into you as he watches you fall apart. ❝leaking everywhere. You’re fuckin’ perfect.❞

Your thighs shake, walls fluttering. You're still cumming when he kisses you again, messier this time. Mouths open, gasping. You’re dizzy with it. Glowing. Slick and ruined. He’s got his palm pressed flat to your twitching cunt, helping you ride it out, lips brushing your flushed cheek.

❝God bless America,❞ he grits, ❝but God bless your perfect pussy more.❞ You collapse into him, giggling breathlessly, stars in your eyes and slick dripping down your thighs. Chris holds you tight, grinning against your temple like he’ll never let you go.

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[starwebber9]

Dirty Little Secret ✮⋆˙ M.Sturniolo

"We gotta hurry up, baby, don't want Chris waking up and coming to look for you, do you?"

⟢nsfw ahead. chris is an asshole, Matt's an even bigger one. cheating, idk what else.

@bernardsbendystraws for divider

Chris had always had a habit of going a little too far when teasing Matt. He’d crack jokes about Matt’s clothes, call him a loser in front of their friends, and take cheap shots that bordered on mean-spirited. It got under Matt’s skin sometimes, but he usually brushed it off. That was just how Chris was—sarcastic, sharp-tongued, always pushing buttons for a laugh. And Matt had known him long enough to believe it was harmless. Deep down, he figured it was part of their relationship as brothers—Chris teased, and Matt rolled his eyes.

But everything changed when Chris got a new girlfriend.

At first, it seemed like nothing had really shifted—same banter, same digs. But slowly, Matt started to notice a different tone in Chris’s voice. The jokes weren’t light anymore. They carried a little more bite. A little more edge. It was like Chris wanted to put him down rather than just get a laugh. And when his girlfriend was around, it got worse—almost like Chris was performing for her, trying to make Matt the punchline to look cooler by comparison.

It pissed Matt off more than he liked to admit. That cocky smile Chris wore right after every insult, the smug little glint in his eye like he knew exactly how deep the words would cut—it made Matt’s blood boil. It wasn’t just teasing anymore. It felt deliberate, targeted. Like Chris was trying to prove something at Matt’s expense.

And Chris’s girlfriend noticed, too.

In the beginning, she’d kept quiet, watching from the sidelines, unsure if this was just some rough-around-the-edges kind of friendship. Maybe this was how they’d always been—guys being guys. But as the weeks went by, she started to pick up on the shift. The way Matt would go silent after a comment, the way his face tightened even when he laughed it off. It didn’t look like a joke anymore.

She started to grow irritated—not just at Chris’s behavior, but at how blind he seemed to be to the impact it was having. She found herself watching Matt more than Chris during those moments, wondering how long he’d keep swallowing it all.

And eventually, Matt snapped.

It wasn’t some explosive outburst—no shouting, no dramatic scene. It was quiet, sharp, and cold, calculated.

"Shhh, don't want Chris to hear, do you?"

It wasn’t meant to happen. You were with his brother, after all. You were still lying in bed beside your sleeping boyfriend when the message came through.

Matt: "Meet me in the kitchen."

You stared at the screen, heart pounding. You didn’t need to ask why. You already knew. What you didn’t expect was that he’d risk this—here, in the same house, while his brother slept just feet away.

And yet... you got up anyway.

You bite your lip in attempt to muffle your moans, your eyes rolling back as he slowly begins to set a brutal pace, the lewd squelching coming from your connected bodies filling the kitchen.

Matt groans softly, letting out a quiet "fuck" as he looks down at the scene in front of him. A thick white creamy ring was starting to form around the base of his cock, some of it trailing down the inner part of your thighs and smearing against the cusp of your ass. It was a sight he found himself loving.

He knew this whole thing was wrong, constantly fucking his brother's girlfriend behind his back, but he didn't care.

This was payback - and he was living for it.

"Feel so fucking good- shit- whose pussy is this?" Matt's grip on your hips as he yanks you back is tight, his knuckles turning white. You moan out, trying to slow him down, but it's no use. You yelp as he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks you back against his chest, your jaw dropping open at the new angle.

"Answer me baby, who makes you feel this good?"

"Y-you!" You manage to whimper out.

Your whole body was on fire, your mind buzzing. The adrenaline and excitement of the situation making everything ten times more pleasurable. He lets go of your hair and pushes you flat against the table, hiking one of your legs up onto the wooden slab.

You slap a hand over your mouth as you moan loudly, clenching your eyes shut as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Matt leans over your back, pressing himself against you and whispering in your ear.

"Look at you, going completely dumb on your boyfriend's brother's dick, you're such a whore."

Matt taps your face harshly before pulling back and picking up the pace even more.

You let out a small scream, digging your nails into the dark slab of wood as you reach back and try to slow him down. He swats your hand away and continues with his aggressive and vigorous movements.

He tsks at you, his voice strained but condescending as he feels his own orgasm approaching. "We gotta hurry up baby, don't want Chris waking up and coming to look for you, do you?"

He sees the subtle shake of your head, a wide smile breaking out on his face.

"Good girl."

It seems like Matt's brutal thrusts last forever, but with a few quick and calculated swipes over your clit, you were releasing all over him in no time. His own load shoots inside of you, a sadistic grin on his face as he watches the white liquid pool out the side of your cunt.

He grabs his phone laying on the table and takes a quick video of him pulling out of you, capturing the liquid seeping out of your abused cunt. He throws his phone down and wipes his dick off, not even bothering to clean you up like he usually would.

Instead, he pulls your panties and shorts up, giving you a quick slap to the ass, before walking back into his room and shutting the door as if nothing happened.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs, your eyes widening as you push yourself up and fix yourself as much as you can. Soon, Chris enters the space, eyes tired and hair frizzy.

"Hey, what are you doing up here? I woke up and saw you were gone."

A nervous smile makes its way onto your face as you shift, the feeling of Matt's cum sloshing between your folds being too hard to ignore.

"Sorry, I woke up and needed some water, and then I got some really bad cramps. Pretty sure my period is starting soon."

Your quick lie was believable, Chris not even second-guessing it. He hums softly and approaches you, rubbing his hand gently against your stomach.

"Shit, I'm sorry. Let's go back to bed, think I got a heating pad somewhere in my room."

With that, the two of you walk back downstairs to his room, and you and Matt's late-night rendezvous remained a dirty little secret.