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standing ovulation for you sir.

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AFTERCARE: a writing marathon by chrisstvrns ✮⋆˙

please be aware that dates and brother may change.

05.19.2025 : aftercare. {m.s.}

05.20.2025 : pornstar. {c.s.}

05.21.2025 : heartbeat. {m.s.}

06.28.2025 : disco (ft. tommy genesis). {m.s.}

06.29.2025 : passenger princess. {c.s.}

06.30.2025 : mustang baby (ft. artemas). {m.s.}

07.01.2025 : russian roulette. {c.s.}

07.02.2025 : slut. {c.s.}

07.03.2025: babydoll. {m.s.}

07.04.2025 : given enough. {c.s.}

07.05.2025: edward scissorhands {m.s.}

07.06.2025: glitter and violence {c.s.}

07.07.2025 : pins and needles. {m.s.}

07.08.2025 : stay alive. {m.s.}

07.09.2025 : dirty little secret. {au special | chris sturniolo x matts!gf!reader}

this writing marathon is very much inspired by both of @delilahsturniolo 's writing marathons. im soooo excited to start writing!!!

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ㅤׂㅤ⊹ㅤㅤsmut,⠀tipsy!matt,⠀pnv, ⠀mild bumbification, pounding,⠀backshots,⠀fingering,⠀rough, sloppy sex.

The windows are fogged up, your palms slipping as you try to hold yourself steady against the car door, knees dug into the backseat cushions.

The only sounds are Matt’s ragged breathing and the steady, filthy slap of skin on skin as he fucks you from behind–fast, unrelenting, like he’s chasing something he can’t quite catch.

His chest is pressed to your back, hoodie bunched up to his elbows, one arm wrapped tight around your waist to keep you still. The other hand is up your shirt, under your bra — rough fingers rolling your nipple between every thrust, tugging and palming like he can’t get enough of your body all at once.

“You feel that?” he pants, mouthing at your shoulder, sloppy and drunk and clumsy but desperate. “Feel how wet you are for me, fuck—been hard since we left that party—couldn’t stop starin’ at you.”

You whimper, body jolting forward with each thrust. He pulls you right back, keeping you stuffed on his cock so deep it aches, so deep your legs shake.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he murmurs, voice hoarse and low.

“Backseat, half-naked, takin’ me like you were made for it. Gonna ruin this fuckin’ seat—soaked through already, baby.”

His hips rut harder, faster. He’s losing it now — you can feel it in how he huffs into your skin, sloppy kisses trailing along your shoulder blade, his grip getting tighter, rougher. His fingers tug at your nipple again and you cry out, chest arching into his hand.

“You love that, huh?” he groans, rocking deeper, fingers pinching and teasing at your tits while his cock hits that spot over and over again.

“F- fuckfuck—so soft, so warm, can’t even hold still for me...”

He pulls you closer and now? You're fully flush now, your back sticky to his chest, his hand flat against your belly, keeping you still while he ruts into you like a man possessed. The way he groans makes your stomach clench. His mouth is all over you: your neck, your jaw, your cheek, biting softly, kissing messily, drunk on your skin.

“S’tooo gooodd,” he mumbles, losing pace now, breath catching, hips faltering. “C- can’t- fuck...I’m gonna cum-”

You can feel it; the way he pushes deeper, then again, stuttering into one last grind of his hips, buried to the hilt as his body trembles against yours.

He cums hard, groaning into your hair, spilling inside with a low curse and one final thrust. You feel the heat of it deep inside, his cock twitching as he holds you there, locked together while he breathes through the comedown.

But he doesn’t move.

Still cupping your breast, his fingers lazily trace soft circles over the sore, sensitive skin. He noses at your jaw, breath warm and unsteady.

“…Don’t– ah! Haah...wanna pull out,” he murmurs, still dazed. “Feels too good.”

You can only whine in response. your body limp, used, stuffed full and still twitching around him.

“Stay just like this,” he whispers, thumb brushing under your shirt. “Lemme keep you close a little longer…”

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⠀⊹⠀. 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚ sub!matt best paired with soft dom!reader ׅ⠀𝆬⠀◌

!! praise kink, begging, whimpering, mild overstimulation, oral on breasts, etc.

matt's already stripped down to just his tee, pale blue cotton bunched high on his stomach, everything else gone. his legs are spread for you, flushed chest rising and falling like he's been holding back for too long, and his dick twitches every time your fingers graze his skin. he's already so worked up, and you haven't even given him anything yet—not really.

your panties are slid to the side, lace digging into your hipbone as you straddle him, teasing the head of his dick with lazy little rolls of your hips before finally—finally—you sink down onto him.

he gasps, almost sobs, head tipping back against the pillow like the feeling is too much. like it's everything.

"oh my god," he breathes, voice cracking. "baby, please—"

you press a soft kiss under his jaw, hips going still. "shh. you said you'd be good, remember?"

his fingers clutch the sheets like it's the only way to stop himself from grabbing your waist and thrusting up into you. "i am being good," he whines, brows drawing together, lips parted and wet. "i am, i swear—"

you ignore the desperate way his hips jerk under you, and instead trail your fingertips across his chest, brushing over the faint freckles, the tremble in his abs, the heat rising under his skin. you cup his face in one hand and drag your thumb gently over his bottom lip. he chokes out a quiet moan.

"you're so pretty like this," you whisper, smiling as he leans into your palm. "look how well you're listening. not even touching me…"

he whimpers again, and it's soft and so broken. "please take 'em out," he mumbles, eyes flicking down to your chest. "wan' touch. wan' feel, please baby—please—"

you let him. slide one of his hands up your back, guiding him as he fumbles with the clasp of your bra, hands shaking a little from how overwhelmed he already is. the moment it slips off your shoulders, he lets out the softest moan and sits up just enough to wrap both hands around your chest, thumbing over your nipples like he's trying to memorize every inch of you.

then, almost bashfully, he pulls you down and takes one into his mouth.

you let him, sighing at the feeling, the hot swirl of his tongue and the needy little noises he makes as he sucks, open-mouthed and worshipful. you keep your hips still, watching him from above with a smirk, until he pulls off with a whimper and looks up at you like he's about to cry.

"please," he says again, and this time his voice cracks. "please baby, i need it. can you—fuck—can you please move now?"

you hum softly, brush the hair off his forehead, then finally roll your hips in one slow, deep motion.

his entire body shudders. he moans so loud it borders on a sob, one hand flying back to your hip like he needs something to hold while the other stays clutched around your waist.

"th-thank you," he stutters, already unraveling. "feels s'good, fuck, feels s’good—been waiting for it all night, baby, please don't stop, please—"

you keep your pace steady, grinding down onto him with slow, deliberate rolls, pressing kisses to his neck, his jaw, his cheek. he keeps babbling, all cracked-up thank yous and breathy gasps and wet little moans that make you want to ruin him and hold him at the same time.

"you're mine," you whisper into his ear. "you don't have to do anything but let me take care of you."

he nods, eyes fluttering shut like the words physically hit him. you feel him tighten beneath you, every muscle trembling, and when he finally cums, it's with a soft cry, like he's been holding it in for hours.

you ride him through it slowly, coaxing every last sound out of his mouth, and he collapses back into the pillows, flushed and panting, arms still wrapped around your waist like he never wants to let go.

"you did so good, sweet boy," you murmur, kissing his temple. "so, so good for me."

and he just nods again, breath catching as he whispers, "anything for you. always."

𐔌 note from kaeli `𓂃⊹ — is "cums" even a word...?

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FINE LINE — HARRY STYLES WRITING MARATHON

smut ۶ৎ angst 𐦍 fluff✮

GOLDEN 6.20 matt ✮ 𐦍

WATERMELON SUGAR 6.21 chris ۶ৎ

ADORE YOU 6.27 matt ✮

LIGHTS UP 6.28 chris 𐦍

CHERRY 7.4 matt 𐦍

FALLING 7.5 chris 𐦍

TO BE SO LONELY 7.11 matt 𐦍

SHE 7.12 chris ۶ৎ 𐦍

SUNFLOWER, VOL. 6 7.18 matt ۶ৎ

CANYON MOON 7.19 chris ✮

TREAT PEOPLE WITH KINDNESS 7.25 matt ✮

FINE LINE 7.26 chris 𐦍

──────── ୨୧ ────────

𐔌 . ⋮ jess' note .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

this was inspired by @delilahsturniolo :D

these fics will be written based on MY interpretation of the song, some may not be exactly what the song means and that is okay... okay?

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RED MEANS GO.

premise ; you and matt finally reach a stop light.

content warnings ; blowjob + handjob . sub!matt kinda?? .

wordcount ; 708.

matt was nearly speeding down the highway, eager to get home. “slow down, matty,” you whispered as your hand continued to twist up and down his shaft. “ca-can’t, too—” he swallowed, breath shaky. “too good—hah!” he gasped softly, involuntarily bucking his hips as you had swiped your thumb on his slit.

“shh, shh,” you cooed. he was struggling to keep his eyes open, the pleasure of your grip mixed with his precum being too much.

matt’s eyes practically lit up as a bright spark of yellow beamed just a bit further down the road. the car began to move even faster to match your rhythm. he stared at the street light like it was a sign from heaven, and the urgent look he held made you want to suck him off even more.

you had promised it later, which is what got your hand wrapped around his dick in the first place. but you could see it in the way he squeezed the steering wheel, desperately trying to stay in his lane and not swerve—even though it was just you two rolling down the empty cement. he wanted it now.

he stopped as the light had barely turned red, turning to you with a pretty puppy-dog look in his eyes. and you couldn’t resist. you practically pounced on him after swiftly unbuckling yourself with your free hand. you were bent over the center console, knees propping you up from your seat.

you immediately wrapped your mouth over his tip, hearing a mix of a whine and a groan bubble out from him. “faster, ma—please!” he bucked his hips up. you sunk further down his length, your hand getting what you couldn't fit.

you had about a minute and a few seconds to get him there, and thank god you jerked him off on the way here.

your head bobbed quickly, hand moving in sync. matt felt like he was on cloud 9 with the pace you were going. he gathered your hair in his hand as a way of grounding himself. his eyes were squeezed shut, head flown back against the headrest, and his other hand raking through his hair.

“oh my—fuuuuuuck,” he moaned as you swirled your tongue on his tip, slightly dipping into his slit. you hollowed your cheeks as you took him back in again, spit drooling from the sides of your mouth and down his shaft.

“please, ma- pleasepleaseplease, shit!” you could tell by the twinge in his voice that he was close. dangerously close. you moaned around him, sending vibrations on his dick and causing him to squirm. “mama, please. please, m’so close,” he begged.

you picked up the pace, bordering unruly at this point. you had maybe 30 something seconds left, and you could tell he was panicking. sloppy sounds of your spit and choked moans of you gagging filled the car alongside his mewls, and all you did was nod.

he was done for.

he got your signal immediately, balls tightening and body jerking as he let out a low moan. spurts of his arousal coated your mouth and throat as you swallowed, continuing to bob your head through his orgasm.

“yeah, yeah, yeah- fuck, yeah.” he gently pulled you back up as his softening cock became sensitive. “god, i love you,” he whispered, putting himself back into his pants.

“mm, i love you too,” you sat up and wiped the corner of your mouth with your thumb, licking the last bit of his cum off. you gave matt a sweet and chaste kiss on his lips before settling back in your seat.

“fuck.” he huffed, trying to calm his heaving chest. he looked so gorgeous like this. sweaty and messy haired. all because of you.

the rumble of a car filled your ears as it began to roll down next to matt’s side of the car. he cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair, lifting his brows to move them out of their scrunched state.

a smile crept onto your face as he tried to be normal, especially when the light turned green and he sped off before the other car could stop and see him. “we’re continuing when we get home.” he said, face still flushed.

gabs yaps ; i made this kinda match my new theme, which is literally based off of that picture LMFAOO. i'm obsessed with it like he looks SO GOOD he needs to be in red forever n ever.

tags ; @starzify @sunsbaby @deansbeer @soldiersgirl @bruisedfig @legalmente-loca @rositaslabyrinth @berry-xoxo @y2kstarr @slut4christopherr @passionfruitchris @angelxsturns @courta13

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SAY PLEASE 说请

WARNINGS: SMUT. LIGHT DEGRADATION. PRAISE KINK. BEGGING. POWER PLAY. FINGERING. ORAL (F). FACE SITTING. OVERSTIMULATION. CREAMPIE. MDNI.

you knew better than to expect chris to make things easy.

he never did. not when it came to this—when it came to you. especially not when he had you spread out like this, back against the cool sheets of his bed, knees parted, and that lazy smirk crawling across his face as he knelt between your thighs. eyes dark with intent, head tilted just enough to be condescending, like he already knew what you were going to ask for before the words even dared to leave your mouth.

"what's that face for?" he murmured, thumbing over the waistband of your panties. "y'wan' somethin'?"

you were already flushed, breath catching with the tension of it all—his stare, his fingers, the way he'd been trailing his mouth along your inner thigh for minutes, teasing. he hadn't touched you where you needed it. not once. not even close.

"y'know what i want," you breathed.

chris smiled, slow and cruel and hot. "nah. i don't think i do."

he ducked his head again, kissed a spot too high on your thigh, just near the crease of your hip, letting his teeth scrape gently. his hands were firm on your thighs, thumbs digging into the soft parts, keeping you open, keeping you exposed.

you whined—soft, needy—and chris chuckled, nose brushing along the edge of your underwear.

"what was that?" he asked, voice dripping smug. "that a sound or a word, pretty girl? 'cause if y'wan' me to do somethin'..." his eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark and amused. "you're gonna have t'say please."

you swallowed, head falling back against the pillows. he'd said that before, half-joking, usually after you teased him first. but this time—this time he meant it. really meant it. he wasn't going to give in. not unless you begged.

and you knew he could wait. he could wait forever.

"chris," you breathed, hips shifting slightly, trying to press closer to him, but he didn't let you. his hands kept you still.

"that's not please," he said, sing-song. "i could do this all night, y'know. jus' sit here. maybe watch you squirm a lil' more."

he leaned down, pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your pussy over the fabric, warm breath making you twitch. but that was it. nothing more. no pressure. no tongue. just the idea of him.

"fuck, you're mean," you muttered, voice tight.

"mhm." he grinned, kissing you again, lower this time. "but y'like it. 'cause if y'really didn't, you'd tell me to stop.”

you didn't. you couldn't. because your head was spinning with how badly you needed him, how wet you already were just from the way he was looking at you—how he could ruin you without even trying.

his fingers toyed with the hem of your panties, tugging them gently, dragging them down achingly slow. he didn't even look away while he did it, gaze locked on your face, watching every reaction. every twitch, every inhale, every flicker of anticipation.

he dropped them onto the floor and groaned, real quiet. "fuck. look at that."

his thumb traced along your inner lips, feather-light, just enough to make your thighs tense. he didn't push in, didn't go where you wanted him. he was everywhere but there.

"chris, please—"

he paused.

but only for a second.

"mm, nope. not good enough."

his tone was almost playful. like he was testing you. like he wanted to see how far you'd go.

"y'gotta mean it, baby," he said softly, dragging his fingers up and spreading you a little wider. "say it like y'really fuckin' need me."

you wanted to curse at him. you wanted to slap that smug look off his face. but more than that, you wanted his mouth. his fingers. anything he'd give you.

so you gave in, just a little.

"please," you whispered, arching your hips. "please touch me, chris."

his eyes flicked down, then up again, expression shifting—darker now. hungrier.

"that's more like it."

and then, finally, finally, he leaned in.

his tongue slid between your folds, slow and heavy, licking all the way up before circling your clit with the barest touch. your back arched, a sharp breath tearing from your throat, and chris moaned softly, like he was the one getting touched.

"shit—baby, fuuckk," he breathed against you, mouth already wet and slick with you. "y'taste so fuckin' good."

he licked again, deeper this time, tongue slipping down to your entrance, teasing it, dipping in and then pulling back just to suck your clit into his mouth hard and fast, tongue flicking until your legs trembled around his head.

"keep 'em open," he warned, one hand wrapping around your thigh to hold it in place when you started to close around him. "told you, ya' not gettin' anything unless you beg for it."

"chris," you gasped, hips jerking up. "please, don't stop—please, i need more."

he groaned against your pussy, tongue fucking into you again, slower this time, but deep. the hand on your thigh moved, his middle finger circling your entrance, slick already from his mouth.

"y'that desperate for it?" he muttered, fingers teasing the edge but not pressing in yet. "need me to stretch you out, huh?"

you nodded, breathless, grabbing the sheets beside you.

"use your words."

"yes. yes, please. chris, fuck, i need your fingers—please."

he smiled against your cunt and finally gave you what you wanted.

one finger slid in first, slow and purposeful, curling up until it hit just the right spot. you cried out, clenching around him, and he moaned again, watching the way you reacted like it was his favorite show.

"tight as fuck," he muttered, pushing in a second finger. "goddamn."

you couldn't even think straight. his fingers moved expertly, scissoring just enough to make you twitch, knuckles brushing your walls with each drag. and his mouth—fuck, his mouth never stopped. tongue on your clit, sucking, licking, pressing down until your stomach clenched.

"y'close already?" he teased. "jus' from my fingers?"

you nodded again, whining, hips grinding down onto his hand.

"mm-mm," he said, pulling his mouth back slightly. "y'wanna cum, y'gotta beg again."

you almost sobbed. your body was already right there—your thighs shaking, your hands clawing at the sheets—but he was cruel. relentless.

"please," you whispered, almost crying. "please let me cum. chris, please, i'll do anything."

his eyes rolled back, breath catching.

"shit. that's what i like to hear."

he leaned in and sucked your clit hard, fingers speeding up, and that was it.

you came like a wave crashing over everything, loud and hot and pulsing around his fingers. he didn't stop. not even as you shook, not even when you whimpered his name like a prayer, overstimulated and shaking. he just kept going, licking you through it like he couldn't get enough, like he was starving for it.

"good girl," he murmured, finally pulling his mouth away. "so fuckin' pretty when y'fall apart."

you were still gasping, still twitching slightly, and before you could recover, he sat up and grabbed your hips.

"c'mere."

you blinked, dazed, barely registering as he tugged you up until you were straddling his face.

"chris—"

"sit," he growled, hands gripping your ass, forcing you to lower onto him. "m'not done with you yet."

your knees shook, thighs already sore, but you obeyed, slowly sinking down until your cunt was against his mouth again.

he groaned like it was heaven.

he started eating you out like he hadn't just made you cum thirty seconds ago. messy. loud. tongue fucking into you while his nose bumped your clit with every movement.

you tried to lift yourself, overwhelmed, but his grip on your thighs was firm.

"uh-uh," he said, mouth full. "stay. sit on my face like the good fuckin' girl you are."

you moaned, fingers tangling in his hair as he dragged another orgasm out of you, rough and fast. you couldn't even process the pleasure—just shaking, crying out, grinding down against his tongue because you couldn't stop yourself.

when he finally pulled back, lips slick, chin wet, he looked ruined. in the best way.

"mhm. look at you," he panted, staring up at you like he was addicted. "drippin' all over me. fuck."

you barely had the strength to move, but chris wasn't done yet.

he flipped you back onto the bed and kissed you hard—hot, possessive, tongue sliding into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.

"need t'fuck you," he said into your mouth, hands already unzipping his jeans. "gonna stretch you out so good, baby."

"please," you whimpered, already aching. "need it. need you."

he growled, guiding himself to your entrance and pushing in slow.

"fuck—so wet. all from beggin' f'me, huh?"

you gasped, arching into him, legs wrapping around his waist.

he started fucking you hard—deep, sharp thrusts that made your eyes roll back. his hand slid under your thigh, lifting it higher to get deeper, and you cried out, clutching at his arms.

"chris—fuck—so good—"

"yeah?" he gritted, fucking you harder. "say it again."

"so good," you sobbed. "feels so good, chris—please, don't stop."

he didn't. he just pounded into you, pushing you right to the edge again, murmuring filth into your ear.

"look at you. all dumb for my dick. think ya' earned it now, beggin' so pretty f'me?"

you nodded, body breaking open under him.

"cum f'me," he said, voice ragged. "wan' feel you squeeze me again."

you shattered around him, loud and raw and messy. and chris followed with a deep groan, burying himself inside you as he came, holding you close like he never wanted to let go.

and when it was done—when you were both breathless and wrecked—he kissed your shoulder, smug smile creeping back onto his lips.

"see?" he whispered, brushing his nose against your neck. "all y'had to do was say please."

author's note. love love love this.

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“beard matt” this “clean shave matt” that. STUBBLE MATT solos both actually 🤷‍♀️

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oh >o<

「 messing around with bestfriendsbf!chris in the bathroom ᵎᵎ 」

smut, p in v, cheating, cursing, pet names

you were pinned up against the bathroom door, the music muffled as chris fucked his cock into you, his hand covering your mouth to keep you quiet. you told yourself you weren’t hooking up with chris tonight, he was at this party with his girlfriend, for god’s sake. but when you saw him in a grey hoodie and baggy jeans, his hair messy and his eyes droopy, you knew you needed him.

the second your best friend was out of sight, the both of you were scrambling to find an open room or bathroom to get a quickie in before she noticed.

chris had undressed you both in record time, his jeans were around his ankles and your skirt was on the floor. his hand held you steadily as he thrusted in and out of you, his eyes on yours the entire time.

“you’re so tight,” he whispered, smirking as he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head.

as wrong as this was, chris fucked you good. you couldn’t help but always think to yourself if he was this good with his girlfriend. the idea only turned you on even more, your pussy leaking as he moved in and out of you.

you moaned lowly, the noise muffled by his palm as he held it firmly against you.

he continued to fuck you at an ungodly pace, his dick ramming into you and hitting your g spot over and over again. your walls clenched around him, your hole leaking.

“chris,” you whined, “please.”

he let out a low moan, looking down at his dick moving in and out of you. he looked back up you with a grin “please what, baby?”

“please make me cum,” you whimpered, your eyes scrunched shut tightly. your arms were warped around him, nails clawing at his cloth covered back.

“i always make you cum,” he said, his voice low and cocky. he was such an asshole sometimes, but it only made you want him more. “go ahead, show me what i do to you.”

you had to bite down on on your bottom lip to conceal your sounds, your orgasm crashing down over you. your body convulsed against his, legs spasming and hips bucking up into him. he fucked you through your high, before pulling out and finishing all over your tummy and thighs.

he slowly let you down back onto the ground, your legs feeling like jelly as he used a washcloth to clean you quickly and help you slip back into your skirt.

“act like nothing happened when you leave,” chris murmured, pressing a kiss to your neck as he unlocked the bathroom door, “‘s the last time anyway.”

bree’s corner ⸝⸝⸝ chris is such an dick in the au but he’s sexy so i’ll allow it. anyway hope you guys liked this ! pls send asks ab my aus my inbox is always open :)

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oh this is gonna be yummy 🤕

TURN OF EVENTS— M.S

pairing: best friend!matt x best friend!reader

summary: matt and yours affection for eachother takes a turn this time. BLURB

cw: cursing, smut; making out, hickies, grinding, unprotected sex, slight choking, facial, cum eating

wc: 1.5k (not proofread)

an: my first fic after being gone for a month being smut is definitely something... lol. i got the random urge to write this, enjoy!

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you're not quite sure how it happened. one moment you and your best friend matt were doing the usual of watching a movie in his bedroom with your head resting on his shoulder and his arm resting across your shoulder as you both laid in his bed. your legs were tangled with each other, as usual. and the next moment his lips are on yours while you sit on his lap— the movie long forgotten.

the moment of realization hit matt the second he felt the roll of your hips on his. pulling back, out of breath, matt frantically spat out an apology. "fuck— y/n, i'm so sorry. i— i don't know what happened. shit, forgive me plea—." you shut him up by putting your lips back on his. your hands found the way to his hair, while matt melted into the kiss, resting back on the headboard with his hands on your hips.

"you're crazy if you think you're going to apologize for this. i've been waiting for long for it. fuck— you don't even know." you as you kissed down his jaw to his neck. "me too, so fucking long." he turned his head up to give you more access to his neck.

"can i? can i mark you up, hm?" you lightly bit down on him, earning a groan from matt. "mhm— please, baby." his hands traveled to your ass, lightly squeezing it through your sweatpants. the action made you roll your hips again as you sucked in his neck leaving faint red marks and some deep red almost purple.

"need to kiss you again." matt grabbed your jaw and brought your lips back to his. his hand slid from your jaw to lightly wrap around your neck. you let out a soft moan, that let him know that you enjoyed it. "you like that? you like being choked?" he pulled back from the kiss to get a good look at your face. "yes, i love it. please keep going." you whined, your lips pouty and swollen. and he did just that. his hand on your neck, squeezing lightly from time to time as you both made out.

some time in the middle of the kids, matt rolled you both over so that he was now hovering over you. his lips traveled to your neck to leave some marks of his own on your neck. "you're so pretty— fucking gorgeous, baby." he mumbled along your neck. "matt, please." you whined as you hand traveled to the bulge that was underneath his sweats. "i want you, matt." you pulled his head away from your neck, cradling his jaw as you both looked into each others eyes.

"you sure, y/n?" he said, looking into your eyes to try and read them. "i'm sure, are— are you okay with that?" you said lowly. "of course i am. like you said, i've been waiting for this." you both broke out into smiles before matt left a chaste kiss on your lips. "alright— okay. can i take this off of you, sweetheart?" his hand ran over the material of your hoodie. you nodded, sitting up to take it off,

underneath, you sported a simple black bra with a bit of lace on the edges. matt admired the curve of your breast as you laid back against the soft pillows on matt's bed. "you're so perfect," he planted soft wet kisses along your cleavage. "so, so perfect." you let out a few gasps when he nibbled and lightly sucked. your hand went to the back of his head to thread your fingers through his hair.

as he pulled the bra cups away from your tits, he groaned at eh sight and took your hardened nipple in his mouth. "oh! matt!" you moaned, arching your back. his warm tongue swirled around your nipple before he pulled off with a pop, moving on to the next one to give it the same attention.

after a while of sucking on your tits, he kissed down your torso, leaving your tits littered with marks, stopping at the waistband of your sweatpants. he looked up at you for a second silently asking for permission. once you understood, you immediately nodded. his fingers went underneath the band and he pulled them off of your legs.

your underwear was simple, black to match your bra. matt kissed your center, feeling the wet spot that had formed already. "fuck." you licked your lips as he left a kiss on your covered pussy. matt pulled away and sat up to get rid of his shirt. you took the opportunity to unhook your bra that was no longer covering you, as well as tugging your panties down your legs.

you crawled over to matt and sat on your knees, bringing his lips to yours. matt, still kissing you, laid you back down and your legs wrapped around his waist. "i'm so fucking wet for you, want you to fuck me so bad." you said breathlessly against his lips. he unwrapped your legs from around his waist and slid a hand in between you two to swipe two of his fingers between your puffy folds. you let out a moan against his mouth when his fingers slid from the opening of your hole up to your throbbing clit.

pulling away, he brought one of his glistening fingers up to his mouth and tasted you off of it. "taste so good, so sweet." he said, pulling his finger away from his mouth. "taste yourself, baby. clean my finger." he brought the other glistening finger up to your mouth. as his finger landed on your tongue, you closed your mouth around it and swirled your tongue, tasting yourself. matt groaned at the action and pulled it out once it was clean. "such a dirty girl."

he tugged both his sweatpants and boxers down his legs. his hard cock slapped against his lower stomach and your mouth practically watered at the sight right in front of you. his tip was red and glistened with a pearl of precome leaking out of it. he leaned back down to kiss you and your hand found its way to his dick. he moaned against your mouth and his hips jerked. "you're so hard, matt. so big, too." you pulled your lips away and looked up at his, your hand jerking his cock.

"fuck— if you keep doing that i might cum." he bit his bottom lip to suppress a moan. he wasn't embarrassed at the fact that he might cum to early. could you blame him when you were naked underneath him and jerking him off? "baby, i want you in me." you looked up at him. "yeah? you want me to fuck that wet pussy of yours?" his hand came to squeeze your tit. "mhm, want badly, please matt."

matt pulled your hand away from his cock and brought the tip of it to run up and down your folds. his tip spread your arousal along your pussy and on his cock. "y'ready?" he ran it along once more before stopping at your entrance. "yes, i'm ready." you said, he leaned down to give you a peck before he slowly slid into you. your hands came to grab at his arms at the slight sting. "you okay, baby?" he said, you nodded. "mhm, keep— keep going."

as he bottomed out, he stilled for a second so you could adjust to him. matt leaned down and connected your lips. "please move, matt." you whined against him. he pulled away from you, leaving only his tip in you before he slowly thrusted back in you. "oh— shit! you feel so good, baby. so tight f'me." he groaned as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

both of you were a moaning and panting mess against each others mouth. his hand slid down and rubbed your clit to get you closer. "yes, fuck— just like that. don't s— stop." you cried out at the pleasure. a few thrusts and clit rubs later your legs were shaking. "matt, i'm cumming!" you brought him down to your neck. "let go, i've got you, sweetheart." he placed pecks on your neck as he rode out your high.

as he helped you ride out your high, he felt himself tighten up. "i'm— i'm close. where do you want me." he pulled away from your neck and looked at your flushed face. a few baby hairs stuck to your forehead. "cum on my tongue." you said. matt moaned and slowly pulled out of your pussy. his cock glistened with your juices.

you say up as he jerked himself off and you got off of the bed and got on your knees on the floor. "y'look so pretty on your knees f'me. o— open up." you stuck your tongue out as matt slid his hand up and down his cock as his tip slapped your tongue.

"ah— shit! i'm cumming!" his long white spurts of cum hit your tongue, but the rest landed on your face. as he came down from his high, he grabbed your arm and tugged you up as he sat down on the bed, pulling you on his lap. the kiss was messy and full of tongue clashing.

matt pulled away and saw his cum on your face. "let's get you cleaned up, babe."

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⌗ . . . ❛ 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 ❜ christopher sturniolo.

warnings ◞ ˚˖ ࣪ ex!chris, light angst, emotional vulnerability, drunk calling, explicit and suggestive content, heartbreak, longing, mentions of masturbation, guilt . . . etc.

note ◞ ˚˖ ࣪ bow divider by @/bernardsbendystraws · · ୨୧

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you miss the first call. then the second. by the time your phone lights up for the third time—chris, glowing across the screen—your chest tightens with that old, unwelcome ache you've spent weeks trying to forget.

you don't answer.

not the fourth time. not the fifth.

by the seventh, he stops calling. starts leaving voicemails instead.

you stare at the notifications for a while, thumb hovering. you know better. you know exactly what this will do to you.

still, you press play.

voicemail one — 2:06am

0:47

"hey. s'me. i mean… obviously s'me, right?"

he laughs, light and bitter. you can already tell he's been drinking. his voice is thick, a little slower than usual.

"i don't even know why m'calling. i shouldn't be. i just—fuck. i miss you. i know m'not supposed to say that. i swore i wouldn't say that.”

a pause. you can hear him breathing.

"i think you'd be proud, though. i've been really good at pretendin'. like you don't come up when someone mentions that movie we loved or when i see someone with that hairstyle you always got or hear a song that sounds like you. i jus' swallow it. every time. like s'nothin'. but tonight i guess i forgot how to do that."

beep.

voicemail two — 2:11am

1:28

"you remember that playlist you made me? the one with all the dumb transitions? i listened to it tonight."

a quiet sound, maybe the shuffle of him sitting down.

"it still smells like you in my hoodie. i don't even wear it anymore. jus'—jus' leave it folded. fuck, i sound pathetic."

another pause. longer this time. then:

"i keep dreamin' 'bout you. about your hands. about the way you used to look at me when y'wanted somethin'. i wake up hard and aching and still smelling you in the sheets, even though you're not there. even though s'jus' me."

his voice drops, softer now, tired.

"you ruined me, y'know that?"

beep.

voicemail three — 2:18am

2:14

"i keep tryin' to find pieces of you in other people."

the silence on this one stretches. you hear the drag of a sigh, like he's trying not to cry.

"but they don't laugh like you. they don't kiss like you. they don't know how to touch me the way you did. no one ever fuckin' knew like you did."

his voice breaks on that last part. your throat goes tight.

"and i hate it. i hate you for it. for knowin' me that well. for leavin' anyway."

then quieter, like it slips out without permission—

"i'd let you wreck me again if it meant you'd come back."

beep.

voicemail four — 2:24am

3:09

he's whispering now. and you realize, with a jolt, he's not alone in his bed.

he's talking to you like you are.

"you used to say my name so sweet, remember? chris. chris. chris—like it was yours."

a rustle of blankets, maybe skin.

"sometimes i touch myself to the sound of your voice. not even dirty shit—jus' the way you'd say good morning. or fuck off. or i love you."

your breath catches.

"m'hard right now. been hard since the second ring."

you freeze.

"i don't care if you listen to this. i want you to. i want you to know you still do this to me. that no one's ever made me fall apart jus' by existing."

he groans softly.

"you always knew how to break me. and you always loved it."

beep.

voicemail five — 2:32am

4:11

"y'said no one else would understand me the way you did."

he's breathless now. slower. like he's working through something, deep in it.

"you were right. they don't."

a low noise—his throat, a choked-off moan.

"i was gonna call someone else tonight. someone easy. but it didn't feel right. because she's not you. her hands aren't yours. her mouth doesn't taste like fire and vanilla chapstick and every fuckin' thing i ever needed."

you close your eyes, biting your lip.

"if you were here right now, i'd get on my knees. tell you m'sorry. beg. let you sit on my face until i couldn't breathe. jus' to feel useful again."

his breathing is louder now. uneven.

"you always made me feel owned. and i fuckin' loved it."

beep.

voicemail six — 2:38am

1:59

"i came," he says, and it's so quiet, so wrecked, your heart nearly caves in.

"i came thinkin' about you. still holdin' my phone. still waitin' for you to pick up."

he laughs, but it's hollow.

"you didn't. you won't. i know.”

a pause.

"but fuck, i needed you to hear it. needed you to know i still think about you. every time. every fuckin' time."

another pause. longer. heavier.

"god, m'so tired. i miss your voice. i miss your laugh. i miss your mouth and the way you used to pull my hair and tell me to be quiet."

you can hear it again in his voice—the unspoken thing underneath.

"you always ruined me in the best ways. i think you still are."

beep.

voicemail seven — 2:43am

0:22

"delete these," he says, voice almost clear this time.

"or don't. i don't care. jus'… don't hate me more than you already do."

a soft inhale.

"i meant all of it."

click.

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Deal,

..in which reader and chris make a pact to never be bored again

notes: silliness, bestfriends, sickening fluff, oblivious, cutesy, they both have crushes on each other lol, cuddles, underlying feelings.

You're currently on your bed, having exhausted everything you could to keep yourself entertained, but for some reason, tonight none of it's working.

You pick up your phone to click on the FaceTime app, dialing Chris's number.

"Hello?" You hear coming from you phone, the unmistakable rumble of Chris's voice causing your lips to turn up in a smile.

"Hey, what're ya doinnn'" You ask in a tone that almost has a childlike tease to it. You can hear him laugh through the speaker of your phone, and even with it not being the most clear, it still makes your heart jump a little.

"Just playin' fortnite, what else would I be doing on a Saturday night?" He responds in that smooth, quiet voice he always gets when he's tired.

"Well, I'm like super bored right now, sooo would you wanna come over and watch movies together?" You say with a nervous lilt to your voice, even though you both are bestfriends, you obviously don't want to bother him while he's doing something he wants to do.

"Course, watching movies with you beats getting a measly fortnite Royale anyways," He teases, and you can already see the fumble of the facetime camera as he gets up from his gaming chair and turns off his PC.

"I'll be there in ten, I better see snacks, and you wrapped in blankets when I get there." He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, and with a soft "Yeah, yeah," you hang up, a giddy feeling bubbling in your chest as you prepare for your movie marathon.

When he gets there, a permanent smile has already fought and crawled it's way onto your face. You're sitting on the couch, blankets piled around you and an array of snacks on the coffee table.

"I didn't expect you to listen to me," He snorts, setting down his keys with a thud. He then dramatically runs over to you, flopping on the couch like your body isn't right below him.

"Ow, Chris!" You exclaim, giggles spilling from your lips. You give him a playful glare as he settles on top of you, his head resting on your chest and his body in between your legs. Unbeknownst to you, his heart is pounding at the same speed as yours, the close proximity between the both of you making his head spin.

You settle comfortably with the blankets on top of you both, your fingers finding their way into his hair and twirling the soft brown locks in an almost reverent way.

He picks the movie, a stupid, childish Pixar flick that ends the night in giggles and childhood nostalgia, although your focus is mostly the boy cuddling on top of you. all you can see is the way his head rests against your chest and how your breathing is in sync, how his eyelashes flutter softly on his cheek like a dance.

The movie ends, and he looks up at you, his chin resting on your chest and almost making your heart melt with how absolutely adorable he looks.

"Hey, you know you can always call me, right?" He murmurs softly, his warm breath fanning over your face. Not in a gross way, but more like a comforting reminder of his presence.

"I mean it, for anything, even if you're just bored." He says with a light chuckle at the end, a sweet smile on his face, one that you were almost sure was going to make you burst one day.

"I know, I sometimes just don't like asking because I don't want to make you feel obligated to come over, you know?" You reply with a small smile of your own, your fingers still gently toying with the brown strands on his scalp.

"Let's make a deal," he says with a silly smile. "Let's never be bored again, if either of us is bored, or even just wants company, we call. Doesn't matter what time it is or what the other is doing." He holds his pinky up, looking at you like he knows you'll take it, and you do.

"Deal." You murmur quietly, and for the rest of the night, neither of you are bored or lonely. no matter how unproductive your time spent together is.

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✮ soph's notes: got this idea from a c.ai chat lol, btw requests are open! I'll do just about anything except smut (I'm just not comfortable trying that yet especially as a new writer lol)

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EARN IT

PAIRING: NERD!MATT x ADHD!READER

IN WHICH: your adhd brain won’t stay on track during study night, so matt slides between your thighs with his glasses still on and tells you he’ll only keep going if you get the answers right WC: 1.2K

matt was seated beside you on the floor, cross-legged in his usual perfect posture, a stack of color-coded flashcards in one hand and your shared laptop open in front of him. the two of you had been reviewing exam content for nearly half an hour, though only five minutes of that time could actually be counted as productive. he was wearing a fitted gray t-shirt, glasses slightly low on the bridge of his nose as he scrolled through the quiz doc he’d made for you—organized, annotated, and completely wasted on the way your brain had started to short circuit the moment he pushed his sleeves up.

you were sitting on your knees beside him, trying to focus. trying, honestly, so hard. but it was a losing battle. his forearms looked too good. his voice was too steady. the way he spoke—confident, calm, patient—made it hard to focus on anything but the sound of it, the shape of it. you weren’t looking at the laptop anymore. you were looking at his mouth. and when he turned to ask you a question, you realized, too late, that you hadn’t been listening for at least the last few minutes.

“did you catch that?” he asked, holding up a flashcard. his voice was gentle but clearly suspicious.

you blinked. “uhh... sort of?”

matt sighed softly through his nose, not in frustration, but in that familiar “you’re mine and I know exactly what you’re doing” way. he set the flashcard aside and turned his body toward you fully now, arm draped casually over his bent knee. “what part of the question did you ‘sort of’ catch?” he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching like he was fighting back a smirk.

“I got the part where you said... 'what enzyme'... and then I got distracted because I was wondering if your reading glasses are real or just a kink accessory.” you smiled sweetly. “are they prescription, matthew?”

his jaw twitched like he was trying not to laugh, or break. “you are, without a doubt, the most infuriating 'student' I’ve ever had.”

“good thing I’m your girlfriend and not your student, huh?”

he shook his head slowly and shifted closer, his hand sliding over your bare thigh like a warning. his touch wasnt rough—jst firm enough to get your attention, to pull you back into your body. “you can’t go five minutes without zoning out.”

you shrugged. “to be fair, you're really hot. you make it hard to think.”

that was when matt’s eyes changed—still soft, still familiar, but darker now. more deliberate. he sat up on his knees and cupped your jaw with one hand, thumb brushing just under your lip like he was deciding something. “you wanna come tonight?” he asked, voice casual—too casual.

your breath hitched. “um. yes?”

“then earn it,” he said simply.

you barely had time to react before he was guiding you backward, his palm warm against your chest as he pushed you gently down against the rug. he was methodical as he kissed your collarbone, then the line of your neck, then tugged your shorts down with steady hands, slow and deliberate like he had all the time in the world. his glasses stayed on. his eyes never left you.

you spread your legs for him instinctively, your thighs already slick with anticipation, but he didn’t go for your cunt right away. instead, he kissed down your sternum, then your belly, pausing to mouth at the soft skin just above your waistband before sliding your panties down, too. when he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh—warm, open-mouthed, wet—you exhaled hard, already arching toward him.

“matt,” you breathed. “please.”

he settled between your thighs, hands sliding underneath to grip the backs, pulling you closer with a quiet grunt. his lips hovered, not touching, just breathing heat against you. “answer the question I asked,” he murmured, eyes flicking up over the rim of his glasses.

your brain stalled. “I—what?”

“the one about the enzyme,” he said, and you felt his lips brush your skin when he spoke. “if you get it right, I’ll keep going.”

you were dizzy already. “matt. I can’t—”

he dipped his head and licked a single, slow stroke up your cunt, just once, his tongue dragging through your slick like he already knew how desperate you were for more. then he pulled away again. “you can,” he said softly. “you just have to try.”

and then he kissed you — just above your clit — lips warm and soft, tongue flicking gently before he went lower. you moaned, instantly arching toward him, already wet from the slow pressure of his voice and the threat of what he’d promised. his tongue flattened against you, slow and unhurried, dragging upward in one perfect, measured stroke. he kept going, lips locking over your clit now, tongue flicking in small, devastating circles. you tried to think — really, you did — but your mind was pure static.

his hands slid under your ass, holding you steady, thumbs pressing into your thighs to keep them open. the cold metal of his watch brushed your skin — a little chill against your fevered body. his glasses were still on, just barely slipping down his nose, and it was unfair how focused he looked even like this, like he was reading you the same way he read textbooks: deeply, without flinching.

“matt—” you gasped, legs already trembling. “holy shit—don’t stop—”

he pulled back slightly, mouth glistening, chin wet, breath warm against your slick heat. “answer the question.”

you forced your eyes open. “phosphofructokinase.”

matt smiled, slow and pleased, and this time when he lowered his head, he didn’t hold back.

hismouth locked over your clit with devastating intent, tongue flicking just enough to make your thighs tense, then circling, wet and firm and rhythmic. he groaned low in his throat, like he loved the way you tasted, and the sound made you shudder. his grip on your thighs tightened just slightly when you started to buck against his face, and the way he moaned into you only made it worse—made it better—made it impossible to stay quiet.

you were already close, already panting, your hands tangled in his hair as he worked you open, devouring you with slow precision. he alternated between gentle sucks and faster flicks, the wet sound of it filling the room, your own breath breaking in uneven gasps.

just as your legs began to shake, just as you arched up, teetering on the edge—matt stopped.

you nearly sobbed. “no—no, matt, please—”

he pressed his mouth against your inner thigh, lips soft and damp, breath hot. “what enzyme breaks glycogen into glucose-1 phosphate?”

you choked on a moan. “G-glycogen phosphorylase.”

he grinned against your skin. “good girl.”

and then his mouth was back on you, tongue firm and fast now, no teasing. his glasses pressed against your lower stomach as he held you steady, his tongue never faltering as your orgasm ripped through you—tight, hot, and overwhelming. you came with a gasp, legs trembling, fingers clutching at his shoulders, trying to ground yourself as he licked you through it, refusing to stop until your hips stuttered and your muscles gave out completely.

when he finally pulled back, his plush lips were swollen, his face glistening, and he looked up at you like he was studying a masterpiece. “now,” he said, adjusting his glasses with two fingers, “are we ready to focus?”

tags: @zenithsturniolo @sturnsblogs @sirensdollesque @adoremattsturns @espressqe

requested by: @sturnsblogs cee cee… so sorry this ended up being smutty. I swear I didn’t mean for it to go there but once I started… I genuinely couldn’t stop myself. it spiraled. please forgive me LMAO <3

a/n: thank you so much for reading, seriously. it means the world that you took the time to engage with this fic. I appreciate every like, reblog, comment, and message more than I can even explain.

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are we fuckin with the new layout???

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i’ve added a spot for a taglist in the comments :)

MASTERLIST & TAGLIST !

( fluff: 𝜗𝜚 angst: ✴︎ smut: 𐚁 other: ᝰ )

MATT STURNIOLO

001. lucky — 𝜗𝜚

002. the fight ft. chris — ✴︎ ᝰ

003. best new artist — 𝜗𝜚

004. pictures (wip) — 𝜗𝜚 ✴︎

005. will he? (wip) — 𝜗𝜚

CHRIS STURNIOLO

001. i wanna be yours — 𝜗𝜚

002. the fight ft. matt — ✴︎ ᝰ

003. when in doubt — ᝰ

004. yes, mommy (wip) — 𝜗𝜚 ᝰ

005. dress (wip) — ???

taglists are in the comments! & please check rules before requesting!