#chris sturniolo imagines

[dollybunss]

bring back fingers in mouths

⚠︎ english is not my first language, although i am mostly fluent, i still make mistakes. please be nice <3

“c’mere, sweet girl…” chris murmurs as he plops down on the couch next to you, gesturing with his fingers to come closer. so you do.

you crawl across the plush couch cushions and settle on his lap, back leaning against the arm of the sofa and your legs resting over his.

he places a soft kiss against your rosy cheek before his thumb gently brushes over your bottom lip, his bent pointer finger resting against your chin.

“open your mouth, baby…” he commands softly, his voice gentle and low. you let your glossed lips part, chris’ thumb slipping past the shimmering skin.

his thumb presses against your flat tongue, causing you to try and pull away, yet his hand is soon splayed over the back of your head to keep you in place.

“hey… stay there, you’re doin’ so good…” he praises softly, the words a large contrast to his firm grip on your head, “atta girl, just wanna play with you…” his thumb runs side to side on your twitching tongue, his lips twitching into a smirk when he hears a muffled gag as he ‘accidentally’ presses too far back.

“shhhh… there you go… you’re fine” he soothes you gently, as his thumb pulls out of your mouth, a fine string of saliva connecting your lips to his wet finger.

chris smiles down at you as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, leaning down to place a gentle, slow kiss on your lips.

“you’re such a good bunny… letting me play with you and all…” he coos, his voice a low rumble in his throat.

~ ೀ dollybunss ~ written with love ₊˚⊹

~ chris taglist ~

[throatgoat4u]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 warm me up

guys….. hour on the stair master and my legs are COOKED. i’m gonna die 🥲. this is my parting gift!

“chris,” you mumble, half-asleep, your voice muffled against his chest.

“hmm?” his response is lazy, the vibration of his voice rumbling beneath your cheek.

you shift closer, if that’s even possible, tangling your legs with his and burying yourself deeper into his warmth. “cold.”

chris doesn’t say anything—just pulls the blanket up higher, tucking it around you before his arm tightens around your waist. his lips brush your forehead, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary.

“better?” he murmurs, voice softer now.

“mmhmm,” you hum, nuzzling against him. “you’re warm.”

“ ’s ‘cause y’ steal all my heat,” he teases, but his tone is laced with nothing but affection.

you smile, barely keeping your eyes open. “don’t mind sharing, do you?”

“nah.” his lips press against your temple this time, a feather-light kiss. “always yours.”

sleep tugs at your eyelids, but you catch his quiet, “love you,” before you drift off, wrapped up in him and the warmth of everything that feels like home.

© throatgoat4u

[chanelsweetx]

sickness and saltburn

matthew sturniolo

basically taking care of matt while he has covid, based off that one vlog!

please request any fic ideas!

I’d just heard from nick that matt tested positive for covid a couple of hours ago so I’m currently at the store buying various things for the sick boys.

 I grab ibuprofen as my final item and i look down into my basket; ice cream, tissues, new pajama pants, teddy bears, candy, and a couple of meals for the next couple of days.

I check out and drive over to matt’s.

I open the door holding two bags with my phone clenched in between my teeth.

“matt!” I shout although it’s muffled matt comes running into the kitchen. “hi baby” he says softly “hi matty."

he grabs the bags out of my hands and sets them on the counter. i start digging through them.

i hand him three teddy bears each with a different colored bow. “go give two of them to your brothers.” I order and he nods. I unload the rest of the bags setting matt’s pajamas on the counter as I grab a trash bag to go around and pick up. 

while I’m cleaning the living room matt sits on the couch dressed in his new pajama pants, cuddling his teddy bear. 

“babyyyy,” he whines “my head hurts” 

“than lay down.” I state matter-of-factly turning to him. “I wanna be with you though.” he whines yet again. “okay matt if you go lay in your bed and find something to watch I’ll be in there in 20 minutes with food.” I tell him “fine.” he agrees.

20 minutes later I walk into his room with a bowl of soup “one sec baby, gotta go bring this to nick.” he nods.

I drop off the soup at nicks room then I grab the ibuprofen and a glass of water for matt. as I step into his room I see him lying face down spread out on the bed. “matty?” I whisper, and he groans “my fuckin’ head hurts”. I sit on the edge of the bed, setting my stuff on the nightstand. I put my hand in his hair and started playing with it. “‘m sorry” he glances up at me.

“here you go baby take these,” you tell him as he sits up handing him the water and medicine. “thank you” he sips “I love you.”

“I love you more matt.” I say opening my arms he lays with his head on my chest and his arms loosely around my hips. “‘kay baby we’re watching saltburn.” he tells me “okay,” I laugh 

in the middle of the movie, matt starts rubbing my back, I smile and reach down to play with his hair. 

the bathtub scene...

I look down at matt and the second I see his face I burst out laughing. i kiss his forehead. 

“i love you matt.”

[sturn777]

MOVIE NIGHT WITH CHRIS

chris had been testing you all night.

it started with the little things—the way he pulled you into his side, fingers idly tracing your thigh, lips brushing against your temple like he wasn’t up to something. but the second his hand slid beneath the blanket, resting just a little too high, his fingers flexing against your skin, you knew exactly where this was going.

"chris," you warned, voice low.

he hummed, feigning innocence, his lips ghosting along your jaw. "what?"

"we’re supposed to be watching the movie."

he chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. "yeah? then why are you squeezing your thighs together?"

your face burned, but before you could come up with a weak excuse, his fingers slipped between your legs, pressing right where you needed him most.

"chris," you hissed, hips jerking into his touch.

"shh," he murmured, dragging his fingers along the damp fabric of your shorts. "gonna let me take care of you, baby?"

you nodded before you could think, and that was all he needed. in one swift motion, he was pulling you onto his lap, your knees pressing into the couch on either side of his thighs.

the movie played on, but you weren’t paying attention anymore. not when chris was looking at you like that, his hands gripping your hips, guiding you over the growing bulge beneath his sweatpants.

"feel that?" he rasped, rolling his hips up to meet yours. "been hard since you cuddled up to me, sweetheart."

you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pulled your shorts to the side, dragging himself through your folds.

"always so needy for me," he murmured, tapping his tip against your clit, making you jolt. "go on, baby. take what you need."

you didn’t waste a second, sinking down on him, your mouth falling open at the stretch.

chris groaned, his hands tightening on your hips as he let his head fall back against the couch. "fuck, just like that, baby."

you moved on instinct, rolling your hips, grinding down on him until the pleasure was overwhelming, until you were whimpering his name.

chris was watching you now, his eyes dark, his hands guiding your movements, his lips twitching into a smirk.

"atta girl," he murmured, voice thick with desire. "knew you'd give in."

© STURN777

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[sh4dys]

Just for me » Chris Sturniolo

summary: chris stumbles across your diary and reads what you wrote about him out loud.

warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, swearing, pet names (ma, baby, my girl)

A/N: i love him 😔 also i think this is bad but whatever

You had been stressed about grades nearly all week, with graduation around the corner you were worried to death about failing.

Your best friend, Chris, offered to help. Leading to your current situation. He had gone through some of your notebook on your desk, stumbling across your very sacred diary. When you weren’t looking he began to flip through it, only to find several entries about himself.

“Chris did you find it yet?” Your voice brought him out of his thoughts, turning to look at you with a look of pure disbelief and shock. Your own expression dropped at the sight of what he was holding, lunging out of bed and frantically tried to grab it from him.

“Give it back! Chris, that’s personal!” You had a look of worry on your face as he continued to read, beginning to voice your personal thoughts out loud to you.

“He’s so handsome? Is there some other guy name Chris, or is it about me, Y/N?” He looked at you with furrowed brows, dropping the diary on your desk with a light thud.

“It’s you, okay? Can I not think my friend is handsome?” You panicked and grabbed the book, burying it in the depths of your closet as you tried not to think about what else he could have found.

“You know that’s not all. Y/N, what the hell was all of that? My name was in there a million times!” He slightly laughed as you looked up at him with a heavy frown, causing him to crouch down next to you and grab your chin.

“I’m not mad. I just wanna know why.” His voice was softer, running his thumb over your jaw. “Talk to me, ma.”

You could feel your face heating up even more, swatting his hand away as you stood up with a groan.

“I like you, okay? I know I’m not your type and you only see me as a friend, so spare me the trouble and just go, I guess.” You let out a huff as you tried to handle your nerves, you felt so panicked in the moment you didn’t know what to do when his hands held your waist and turned you towards him.

“Who said I didn’t like you?” He smiled softly at you, before turning to uncover the diary, quickly flipping through and opened up to a page.

“Let’s see what you wrote, yeah?” He cleared his throat dramatically, before using his finger to go over each word he read to you.

“He’s honestly the sweetest guy I know, it’s stupid, but I truly love him. Whenever he uses that stupid nickname, ‘ma’, I find myself becoming a sanctuary for butterflies in my stomach. He makes me smile without even trying, yet makes me cry because I know he doesn’t feel the same. I love hearing him laugh at my jokes, but I get so jealous when it’s another girl. I told myself not to fall for my best friend, but I did.”

He sighed and closed the book again, putting it on top of the pile of notebooks on your desk, looking down at you with a smile. “You think ma is stipid?”

You smacked his arm at his words, trying to ignore the deepening red color forming on your cheeks. “Shut up.” You turned away and crossed your arms under your chest, tucking your tongue behind your bottom lip.

“Baby, I like you too, come on.” He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the side of your head as he looked at you. “Stop being so pouty. Be glad I stumbled across it.”

You tried not to smile at his actions, but failed ultimately when he kept kissing your face. “Okay, okay. Fine..” You rolled your eyes and turned in his arms to face him, your hands on his shoulders.

“There’s my girl.” He gave you a droopy lovesick smile, kissing your forehead and kept you close. “Now stop saying I don’t like you.” He lightly pinched your side, earning a yelp from you.

You giggled at his words, nodding against his chest. “Fine, you like me too. Now can we get back to my work? I don’t wanna fail.” You tried to move away from him but failed, his arms keeping you still.

“Let me just read a few more pages, please?”

[cvnntagious]

𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐫𝐚

chris was known for sleeping around—people said he was easy as the abc’s. but you, truthfully unknowing and niave, had made the mistake of falling for his antics, and could no longer free yourself of them. finding yourself trapped under him at least once a week, you knew he was only doing this to ease whatever pain he felt in his heart. you didn’t care though; it felt good, and kept both of you satisfied for the time being.

after watching you undress slowly in front of him, chris couldn’t help but look at you in amazement when you climbed on top of him, soft hands caressing his face as his hands moved to grab your hips. his movements were slow and deliberate hand wrapping around the back of your neck when you dipped down to place wet, sloppy kisses on the sensitive spots of his neck, your already smudged lipstick leaving marks.

one of your hands reached between your bodies, slowly pumping his dick in a way that forced small groans out of him instantly, causing your head to lift back up. your eyes met his, their usual bright blue dulled by lust and… hurt? you knew something was off when he’d rushed into your dorm telling you he needed you, mumbling something about seeing someone while leaving his class today, but you knew not to ask questions. he’d never open up.

when he’d said something about you using him while his hand traveled up your shirt to squeeze your boobs gently, you were quick to oblige. even now, you were going to do just that. your eyes averted in a way that could only followed by that small sigh of yours, only to continue on with the slow stroking of his length for a few moments longer while you tried to push any thoughts of what could possibly be going on with him out of your mind.

“use it,” chris finally spoke up, his voice gruff with desire as his large hand stroked your hair.

at that, you sat up, aligning his solid dick with your wet entrance. a small whimper you’d never heard before escaped chris’ lips when you sunk down onto him, walls enveloping him just right. finally your eyes, met his again, this time gauging his reaction as you began grinding on him.

his hands found your hips, eyebrows knitting as his head sunk further into your soft pillow. “needed this,” he mumbled, boosting your confidence in a way that allowed you to lift yourself.

“oh-“ chris gasped when he felt your walls clench around him, abs tensing when you fell back onto him, “shiit, could stay in this all day.”

a string of moans and groans fell from his pink lips when you sped up your movements, forcing him to tuck it between his perfect teeth as his eyes closed, savoring the pressure building in his dick. “always so warm, and wet… you’re all i need after a long day.”

you knew his words at heat of the moment thing, something he’d deny once he blew his load, but you couldn’t help feeling a little touched by it, making you even more determined to get him off. your walls massaged him just right, making him repeated your name like a mantra when he felt the pressure getting to be too much.

“m’gonna cum, okay?” he warned, voice surprisingly calm considering the way he writhed beneath your body, his feet planting themselves in your bed, “kiss me.”

without hesitation you dipped down to catch his swollen lips with yours, now only grinding on him as his dick twitched repeatedly inside you, releasing hot spurts of cum on your insides. his body convulsed a few times, moans the loudest they’ve ever been we he felt you riding him through his orgasm.

as soon as he calmed down, you broke the kiss, thinking you’d allow him a moment to catch his breath. instead, his fingers dug into your hips, his head tilting a bit as he smirked up at you. “gotta get you taken care of, huh? i told you to use me, not get me off.”

[chrisstvrns]

⌞birthday sex - christopher sturniolo⌝⸝⸝

⋮ ⌗ ┆ warnings ˎˊ˗ birthday sex, p in v, breeding kink, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dom chris, highschool sweetheart!dad!chris x highschool sweetheart!mom!reader au, please let me know if i missed anything

⋮ ⌗ ┆ word count ˎˊ˗ 1.1k

you don’t even make it out of the hallway.

chris kicks the front door shut behind him, the sound sharp and sudden, startling in the quiet of the house. his birthday gift bag lies forgotten near the entryway, forgotten because he doesn’t care about presents right now, not when he’s got you pressed up against the wall, his hands already claiming your body like he’s been starved for days.

his lips find yours instantly, rough and urgent, tasting like the long day he’s had and the anticipation he’s been holding in since morning. he kisses you like he needs it, like this exact moment has been running through his mind in a loop, and god, it shows.

his hands slide under your shirt, fingers rough from work but gentle when they trace your skin, holding you like you’re fragile and precious all at once. your breath stutters, catching as his palms skim your ribs, tugging at the hem until the fabric slips over your head and falls to the floor.

“you wore this little top all day just to tease me, huh?” he mutters, lips brushing down the side of your neck, dragging slow along your collarbone like he’s savoring every inch. “actin’ all innocent, but you know damn well what today is.”

you smile, breathless already, tilting your head to give him more room, the heat of his mouth against your skin sending shivers down your spine. “maybe i just wanted to give you something to look forward to. happy 22nd birthday, baby." you whisper, voice soft and full of promise.

he groans, deep and low in his chest, and suddenly he’s lifting you like you weigh nothing at all. your legs instantly wrap around his waist, arms tightening around his shoulders, your back hitting the bedroom door with a soft thud as he carries you up the stairs, every step urgent and filled with need.

once inside your shared bedroom, the door clicks shut behind him, cutting off the rest of the world. the dim light from the bedside lamp casts a warm, golden glow over the room, making everything feel intimate and private, just the two of you.

he settles you down on the bed with care, hands already sliding over your hips, the touch sending sparks shooting through you as he kisses his way down your neck. his lips leave a trail of fire on your skin, slow and deliberate, each kiss like a promise.

your leggings are peeled off in seconds, discarded like they’re no more than a nuisance. your panties follow, dragged down by his teeth just enough to hear your sharp gasp, the sound making him grin against your skin. chris sinks between your legs, broad shoulders pressing against your thighs as he lowers his mouth to your most sensitive spot.

his tongue moves like it knows every secret your body holds, sliding through your folds slow and teasing, working you open with expert patience. your hips start to roll against his face, desperate for more, and he groans into you, hands holding you open like you’re the only thing in the world that matters right now.

“fuck, chris,” you breathe, fingers tangling in his curls, thighs shaking around him as the pleasure builds.

“don’t run from it,” he murmurs against you, voice gravel and thick with want. “gimme everything. cum on my tongue, baby, let me taste you.”

you do, trembling, breathless, thighs quivering as the orgasm crashes over you like a wave. and still he doesn’t stop. he works you through it with soft strokes of his tongue, lingering and gentle until your legs fall open, boneless beneath him.

then he’s on you again, lips claiming yours in a filthy kiss, letting you taste yourself on his mouth as he grinds against the soaked heat of your cunt. his sweats come off quick, fingers wrapping around the thick length of him as he positions himself at your entrance.

your fingers guide him slow, pushing him deeper until he’s buried to the hilt, the stretch perfect, the pressure like everything you didn’t know you needed.

“oh my god,” you moan, head falling back against the soft pillow, eyes fluttering closed. “you feel so, fuck, chris.”

he grits his teeth, holding himself still for a moment, watching the way your face twists with pleasure. “always so fuckin’ tight for me,” he groans, voice rough, “like your pussy knows who it belongs to.”

he starts moving, long, deep thrusts, slow and steady, grinding against that perfect spot inside you with every stroke. your nails rake down his back, hips rising to meet every motion, the heat and breath and need between you like a living thing.

“been thinkin’ about this all day,” he confesses, voice low in your ear, breath hot and rough. “how good you feel. how bad i wanna fill you up.”

“chris-” your voice cracks, pleasure building fast again, the room spinning.

he pins your wrists above your head, holding them there with one hand, the other gripping your hip hard to keep you right where he wants you.

“gonna give nicky and madi a baby sibling, ‘kay?” he breathes, eyes locked on yours with fierce determination. “gonna fuck a baby into you tonight. you want that?”

you whimper, whole body clenching tight around him at the thought, the weight of his words settling deep inside you.

“you want me to fill you up so deep it takes?” he growls, fucking into you harder now, deeper, each thrust more urgent. “make me a daddy again?”

“yes, fuck, yes, chris!” you cry out, breath ragged.

he leans down, kissing you hard, mouth claiming yours like he’s staking a claim, as his thrusts turn rougher and desperate. your second orgasm hits, louder this time, shaking through you, your body trembling beneath his.

he doesn’t stop. doesn’t slow down. chases his own high, wild and relentless.

“that’s it,” he pants, buried deep inside you, breath hot on your neck. “gonna put another fuckin’ baby in you, mama. make you mine all over again.”

then he cums, deep inside, thick and hot, filling you up just like he promised. he groans your name, shuddering through the release, hips twitching as he stays inside you, pulsing with aftershocks.

you’re both breathless, sweat-slick and tangled on the bed, hearts pounding in sync, skin flushed and sticky.

he leans down, presses a kiss to your stomach, soft and reverent, then to your mouth, lingering at your jaw.

“happy birthday to me,” he whispers with a smirk, brushing your hair out of your face, eyes dark and full of love.

“you gonna let me get up now?” you tease, voice rough but playful.

he shakes his head, settling between your legs again, lips brushing your thigh with slow intent.

“nah,” he murmurs, already hardening again, “i said all night, didn’t i?”

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aurora's notes: bringing back dad!chris hehehehehe i love him bad

- aurora ᯓ✮⋆˙

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[lazysoulwriter]

obsessed - chris sturniolo.

That's the only word to describe Chris Sturniolo in this relationship. You've never had someone like this before, someone who treats you like you’re the most precious thing on Earth. And Chris? He’s never had someone like you either. It’s intoxicating, all-consuming, and neither of you would have it any other way.

You're glued to each other, always. His arms are around you when you’re sitting together, his hand is in yours whenever you’re walking somewhere. If you’re standing still, Chris is pulling you into him. If you’re lying down, his head is on your chest, your stomach, your lap—wherever he can fit himself against you.

And the kissing? Constant. Chris kisses you when you wake up, kisses you before you go to sleep, kisses you when you’re mid-sentence just because he can’t resist. He loves the way your lips feel against his, the way you let out the smallest sigh every time he pulls you in, the way your fingers tighten in his hair like you never want to let go. He kisses you in private, in public, in the backseat of the car when his brothers groan and tell him to get a room. He just laughs, kissing you again, because he doesn’t care who sees. He loves you, and he’s not hiding it.

You laugh together all the time. There’s never a dull moment between you. Chris will say the most ridiculous things just to see you smile, will make faces at you across a crowded room to make you giggle, will tickle your sides just to hear that breathless laugh that makes his heart skip a beat. He loves making you laugh. He loves seeing you happy. And when you’re upset? Chris is the first one there, pulling you into his chest, whispering softly against your hair, rubbing soothing circles against your back.

To him, you're everything. A muse, a goddess, the best thing that's ever happened to him. And he’ll do anything—anything—to keep you happy, to keep you safe. Even if that means facing the overwhelming, most-teenage fandom that follows him and his brothers everywhere. He knows how intense they can be, how protective they are of him, how they analyze every move he makes. But none of it matters when it comes to you.

When the fans start speculating, when the comments get overwhelming, Chris doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t let you see the negativity, doesn’t let it reach you. He’s quick to shut it down, quick to defend you, quick to make it clear that he loves you.

“I don’t care what anyone says,” he tells you one night, his voice firm but soft as he cups your face. “I love you. They don’t get to decide anything about us.”

And you believe him. Because Chris isn’t just obsessed—he’s devoted, he’s protective, and he’s yours.

[777freshlove]

what is model reader and Chris morning and night routine’s

morning

slow mornings always whenever they both spend the night together, mornings usually consist of occasional morning sex then they both get ready for the day chris will always go and get baby coffee whilst she stays home getting herself ready. depending on the day and if chris or baby both need to be at meeting etc they will always cook breakfast with each other whilst they blast music through the house.

night

night routine usually consists of cuddling on the couch, watching tv or catching each other up about their day once they get home. baby will always roll chris a blunt for him whilst he showers and gets ready for bed before she starts her routine which always consists of a full body glow, skincare, shower, moisturize, fresh bed clothes and once they are all ready they will usually smoke together as it helps baby get sleepy then they cuddle until baby usually passes out practically on top of chris but he doesn’t mind.

[sturniluvr]

All of me, loves all of you

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: possible spelling mistakes, some language, hate comments, nothing else lmk if I missed anything

summary: you’ve always been told in your life by multiple people that you’re always either too loud or too quiet and it’s one of your biggest insecurities but happens to be your boyfriend’s favourite thing about you.

A/N: sorta inspired by @obsidianbaby fic with a little twist and hers is a Chris version. Here it is if you want to check it out. Listen to John Legend ‘all of me’ while reading if you want <3

❗️semi proof read❗️

You were on sat on the couch as the triplets rushed around the house getting the equipment they needed to film the car video, all they had left to find was a battery because Nick once again forgot to charge the battery so they had to find a charged one to replace the dead battery before filming whilst also waiting for their food to arrive.  

“Y/N are you joining us for the video? Or can I be Matt’s passenger princess?” Chris joked as he made his way past her towards the kitchen to check their junk drawer for the spare battery.  

“Fuck where is it?” He muttered to himself as he rummaged through the drawer, unsuccessful in finding what he was looking for. The younger woman didn’t acknowledge her best friend at first, her head being buried in her phone, more specifically, looking at the comments on last Friday’s car video where she was having one of her more quiet days and the comments surely picked up on the sudden mood change compared to her yapping in the Wednesday video prior to the Friday car video. 

‘She needs to make up her mind, either be loud or be quiet Jesus Christ’ 

‘How do they put up with her? She’s so annoying’ 

‘Y/N needs to be more entertaining omg😭’ 

‘One day she’s quiet the next she won’t stfu, must be so annoying to the triplets, how do they like her??? Especially Matt??? Poor guy’ 

‘She’s such a weirdo, either being way too loud or way too quiet💀’ 

‘Y/N?? You with me kid?” Chris waved his hand in front of her face to grab her attention. 

“Hmm? Sorry Chris what did you say?” She replied to the older boy. As he was about to reply, the doorbell rang signaling the food had arrived, Matt came from his bedroom and made his way down the stairs to open the door and get the food, thanking the delivery driver as he closed the door. He came back up the stairs and placed the bag of McDonald’s on the kitchen table, sorting out who’s is who’s. 

“I was asking if you were coming to film with us?” she shook her head in response. 

“No, I’ll sit this one out, I think. Maybe just watch a film or have a shower and an early night.” 

Matt’s head turned in the direction of his girlfriend and brother as soon as he heard the words leave Y/N’s mouth, immediately sensing something was wrong. 

“You okay baby? You feeling good?” He asked, concern written all over his features, Matt made his way over to the Y/H/C girl with her usual McDonalds order of 9 chicken nuggets, medium fries and a peach iced tea. He placed her food on the table in front of her and quickly raised the back of his hand to her forehead, her temperature seemed fine to him. 

“Yeah, I’m okay Matt, I promise, I’m just tired you know I’ve had a busy day.” She explained, looking up at her boyfriend with a not very convincing smile on her face, not convincing to Matt anyway, he could read her like a book. 

Nick had found the battery, and the camera was now ready to set up in the car. 

“You coming you two?” He calls out to the couple while grabbing his food off the kitchen table. Chris doing the same and stood with the oldest triplet waiting for an answer. 

“Give us a minute Nick, you and Chris head to the car.” Matt replied, throwing his car keys in the direction of Chris which he smoothly caught. The brothers made their way downstairs to the garage to unlock the car. In the living room, Matt was now sat next to Y/N on the couch. He noticed a stray tear make it’s way down her cheek.

“Baby please just tell me what’s bothering you. It can’t be silly if it’s making you cry.” he stated as he wiped the stray tears off her cheeks with his thumbs. He looked over to her unlocked phone that had since been discarded on the table, he removed his hands from her face and picked her phone up, raising his eyebrows as if asking permission to look through the phone. She nodded in silent understanding. He looked at the illuminated screen and a frown immediately made its way onto his face, followed by a glare at some of the comments that his so called fans had left about the love of his life. 

“They hate me.” Y/N said dejectedly, biting her nails anxiously as Matt continued to read the comments. Matt sighed before he replied. 

“Oh baby. A few comments mean nothing okay my love, what matters is what you think and what I think, and I think you’re amazing just the way you are.” 

“But Matt it’s not just a few comments! It’s every other comment, either saying you must be annoyed by me, or I don’t deserve you or that I’m a weirdo all because I’m always either too loud or too quiet! I’ve always been made fun of because of it!” She replied frustrated, tears beginning to well up in her eyes yet again.  

Suddenly Matt placed her phone face down on the couch and grabbed her hand before leading her to his bathroom. He switched the light on and placed her in front of the mirror and rested his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist. 

“See this woman in the mirror? She is the most perfect woman I have ever met, every little detail of her, from her freckles to her personality makes her even more perfect to me and I fall more in love with her every day.” He placed a trail of kisses leading from her shoulder up to her cheek before he loosened his hold on her waist to turn her so she was facing him before continuing.  

“Darling, you can’t let the things people who hide behind their screens tell you define you okay? It would break my heart to see their nasty words dim my princess’ light, okay? You are perfect to me, and that’s all that matters, okay? Not some bullshit random people on the internet say, they’re just jealous 12 year olds.” He joked, lightening the mood, causing a small smile to creep up on her face, he smiled at the sight.  

“There’s my favorite smile!” He exclaimed.  

He cupped her cheeks before speaking again.  

“Love, you have to remember if you ever feel like this again, is all of me loves all of you, okay? Always has and always will, you’re my favorite person and you being both loud and quiet balances me out perfectly, if I need a quiet and safe place you give that to me, or if I need to let off energy and be crazy, you go on all kinds of crazy adventures with me. I couldn’t be more thankful for you. I love you so much my angel.” 

“I love you too my love” she replied, happy tears now in her eyes as opposed to the sad and frustrated tears in her eyes not even 20 minutes ago. 

“What do you say, we go film the video with Nick and Chris, I want the better passenger princess next to me and not the one who burps 24/7 and looks like me” he joked, she let out a laugh at her boyfriend. 

“Sure, let’s go film. I wanna grab my food first though.” He nodded and the couple made their way into the living room to grab Y/N’s food before making their way down to the garage where they heard Nick and Chris arguing over something ridiculous, they both laughed at the pair. The two in the car noticed the couple stood in the doorway making their way to the car. Y/N got in the car while Matt remained outside, focusing the camera. Y/N threw a thumbs up to Matt as the camera was set up right. Chris gave Y/N a quick hug from the back seat before he spoke. 

“You good now kid?” He asked, she nodded and smiled back at him as Matt got in the car and pressed record. The four filming the video full of laughs and debates. Matt added in a little rant to the viewers on being nicer to Y/N and from that point forward, the hate comments had died down to the odd few from jealous fan girls. 

[liiixsturniolos]

#1 fluff blurb

model!reader x bf!chris

• day 1 of trying to post something (a blurb, fic, mood board, au or texts) everyday for 30 days to stop me being shadow banned!

Your key jingles in the door, struggling to turn the lock you sigh in frustration, the last straw of an already stressful day. The sun was still beaming down on you, although cooler than it had been all day, sweat still dripping from your forehead added to your aggravation.

When you fling the door open and sigh loudly again, you close your eyes to breathe in the cooling ac air. When you open them you find Chris stood in the hall, “Hey, bad day?” He questions, compelled to ask by your untucked white blouse, messy hair and sweaty red face. You just murmur a tired “Mhm” while you slump over to your room.

Chris follows like a puppy, sliding onto the bed next to you and turning on his side to face you, “What happened?”

“Well to start the building was boiling, with no ac, I was constantly in and out of new clothes, and after twelve hours of that I was exhausted by runway time. I almost fell asleep walking. It was a good job I had those new summer collection sunglasses on or else I would’ve been fired instantly.” You rant.

Chris listens to your tangent intently, responding with gasps and affirmations. “I’m sorry ma.” He says in a whisper, stroking your hair behind your ear. “It’s fine.” You grumble.

“C’mon I know what’ll make y’ feel better.” He smiles. “Let’s watch 10 things I hate about you.”

You shrug as he lifts the remote, still stuck in your sour mood. “C’mon y’ love this movie!” Chris reminds you, with a playful poke on the arm.

You act like you’re not enjoying it for the first half, until you can’t help but giggle at the club scene when Patrick tells Kat she looked sexy and the whole club goes silent. By now you’re comfy on Chris’ chest, his arm around you and the fan is blowing the perfect amount of cool air onto you. You’re in paradise.

a/n: in my flop era! lowk might quit if this 30 day posting doesn’t work… /leave requests and I’ll post them tomorrow!

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[teapartyprincess4two]

Affectionate- M. Sturniolo

pairing: TouchStarved!Reader x Affectionate!Boyfriend!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW head cannons

inspiration: request, thank you @sugrhigh for helping me figure this out luv u shnookums

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship, slight cursing

summary: head cannons of Matt being affectionate with his touch starved girlfriend!

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☆SFW

Affection and PDA isn’t something that comes naturally to you. When you and Matt first started dating, you would keep your distance, but eventually you grew used to it.

☆ When you and Matt first started dating you struggled with any and every form of physical intimacy.

☆ You’re mindlessly flicking through clothes racks at the mall. “Opinions?” Matt asks, holding a shirt in front of your face and slinging an arm over your shoulder.

☆ Subconsciously, you shrug his arm off your shoulder. “That’s cute! I like that,” you reply, scooting further away from Matt.

☆ “Okay, weirdo,” he laughs, but deep down it hurt every time you shied away from him. He tried not to look too into it, but it seemed like you were always avoiding his touch.

☆ “I’ll be back, babe. I’m gonna take Chris to the store,” Matt informs you as he throws his wallet and phone into his pocket.

☆ “Okay, have fun,” you reply simply. Matt stands in front of you fully expecting a quick kiss or even a hug, but you return to your previous activity.

☆ He leaves feeling sad, but still doesn’t bring it up.

☆ It goes on like this for a while, and Matt tries his best to see past it.

☆ You’re currently at an influencer event. The venue is crowded, loud, and overstimulating, forcing you to remain at Matt’s side for the entire night.

☆ He introduces you to a few of his friends, “Hey guys, this is my girlfriend Y/n.” His arms wrap around your waist, immediately causing your body to stiffen.

☆ “Hi,” you say meekly. Matt pulls you in closer, resting his head on your shoulder and peppering your face with kisses.

☆ When you keep leaning away from him, he stops and lets go of you completely. It bothers him enough for him to bring it up once you’re home.

☆ “Y/n, can we talk?” he asks, leaning on the restroom doorframe as you wash your face. You hum in response.

☆ Matt takes a deep breath, preparing to ask the question he’s been dreading the answer to. “Are you embarrassed of me?“

☆ It catches you off guard, “What? No! Why would you even ask that?”

☆ He rolls his eyes, “Because you never let me hug or kiss you.” No response from you, you don’t even know what to say.

☆ The conversation starts innocently but quickly becomes an argument. Matt keeps pushing the subject no matter how hard you try to avoid it, asking you questions you don’t know how to answer.

☆ “it’s not my fault you’re clingy!” you exclaim, throwing exasperated hands in the air. Matt nods his head slowly as his lips form a tight lipped smile.

☆ He doesn’t say anything else, instead leaving to your shared bedroom before he says something he’ll regret.

☆ You immediately wish you could take the words back. “Matt?” your voice is quiet as you enter the room, slowly crawling over to his figure on the bed.

☆ His back is to you. You snake an arm around his waist and apologize for everything you said.

☆ “Do you actually think I’m clingy?” he asks, looking at you over his shoulder. “No, I’m sorry. I struggle with the whole PDA thing, but I’m gonna try and work through it okay?”

☆ From that moment forward, you’re much more conscious of your actions.

☆ Matt will hug you, kiss you, or hold your hand in public and you no longer pull away.

☆ Instead you’re pulling him in for a longer kiss than he intended. And eventually you’re the one who initiates the PDA.

☆ You and Matt are sat on a picnic blanket, watching as the sun begins to set. “My back hurts,” he mumbles, shifting uncomfortably in his spot.

☆ You mindlessly scoot closer to him, pulling his body in until it’s resting against your chest.

☆ He gives you a surprised look, “Literally who are you and WHAT did you do to my girlfriend?”

☆ “Shush,” you chuckle, placing soft kisses all over his face.

☆ Other times, you’ll just seek his touch when you’re alone.

☆ “What’s taking so long?” you ask. Matt’s been stirring the pasta for what seems like forever.

☆ “It’s almost done, you goof,” he laughs. You groan, resting your head on his back and wrapping your arms around his waist.

☆ “You smell good,” you murmur, earning a dopey smile from him.

☆ NSFW

The lack of affection can be attributed to a lot of things, and Matt knows that, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. Sometimes, he can only think of one way to teach you a lesson.

☆ “What the fuck was that?” Matt grits, referring to the scene you caused in front of his friends. All he wanted to do was kiss you, but you dodged the kiss so aggressively that it was embarrassing.

☆ “Here we go again,” you say. “I’m not doing this right now, Matt,” you turn on your heels, ready to escape the conversation.

☆ “You are doing this right now actually.” He grabs you by your elbow, pulling you into him abruptly.

☆ “You think it’s cute to embarrass me in front of my friends like that?” his voice is low, his breath fanning against your neck with each word. You’re slightly intimidated, but mostly aroused.

☆ He holds a firm grip on your neck, bringing you in for a hungry kiss.

☆ Before you know it, he’s fucking you in front of the bathroom mirror. “Look at how fucked out I have you,” he growls, “remember this next time you wanna act stupid.”

☆ Other times, he’s just so extremely touch starved.

☆ Matt trails kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone, kisses that you’re trying to avoid.

☆ “I’m busy, Matt,” you whisper, but with each kiss your breath becomes choppier.

☆ “But I need you,” he whines, pressing his erection into your lower back.

☆ “Later,” you try and reason, but he’s not listening.

☆ That’s what leads to you riding him on the couch until he’s so overstimulated his eyes tear up.

☆ “I can’t—,” he whimpers. “You can,” your voice is firm. “You begged for this, baby. Don’t you remember?”

☆ He clenches his eyes shut, fists bawled at his side. His teeth bite so deep into his lip that he draws blood, orgasming for the 5th time.

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[throatgoat4u]

just pepsi?

in which... chris loves pepsi and you think it's mid

a/n: anotha one thank yew. i cannot believe i had the motivation to write not only one fic but two while simultaneously working on like three others. crazy shit man. especially fluff too. anyways, this ones short. should i start writing for chris more? also, you will see something about it tasting like caramel. not me, google said it. i would've never guessed caramel but i didn't know how to describe the taste so i searched it up and google said caramel. oh well. enjoy!

toodles sluts

you hear the fizz before you see it. the sharp hiss of carbonation escaping as chris cracks open a can of pepsi, followed by the soft gulp when he takes the first sip. it’s weirdly satisfying—like the audio equivalent of a perfectly folded blanket or a brand-new notebook.

you’re sitting cross-legged on the couch, your phone in your lap, half-watching something on tv when chris plops down beside you. the cushion sinks under his weight, and without a word, he rests his arm across the back of the couch, fingertips just barely grazing your shoulder.

“you always take the first sip like it’s the best thing you’ve ever had,” you say, glancing at him.

he grins, licking a stray drop off his bottom lip. “because it is.”

you roll your eyes. “it’s just pepsi.”

he gasps like you’ve just insulted his entire family. “just pepsi?” he repeats, clutching the can to his chest. “excuse me, but this is the nectar of the gods.”

you snort. “pretty sure that’s ambrosia.”

“nah,” he says, shaking his head. “they got it wrong. it’s this.” to prove his point, he takes another dramatic sip and lets out a satisfied sigh.

you reach for the can, but he pulls it away at the last second, eyes sparkling with amusement. “oh, you want some now? after disrespecting it like that?”

“shut up.” you roll your eyes again, but you’re smiling now. “just give me some.”

he hums, pretending to think about it, then shrugs. “i dunno... i mean, i’d hate to taint your delicate taste buds with something so mediocre.”

you give him a flat look and make a grab for the can, but he’s faster. he shifts, holding it just out of reach, laughing when you huff in frustration.

“you’re so annoying,” you mutter, but there’s no heat behind it.

he finally relents, handing over the can. “fine, fine. one sip. but only because i’m a generous man.”

you take it, feeling the lingering warmth from his hand on the aluminum. lifting it to your lips, you take a sip, the familiar taste of caramel and fizz hitting your tongue. it’s good, but you keep your expression neutral, just to mess with him.

“eh,” you say, handing it back.

he looks personally offended. “eh?”

“yeah. i’ve had better.”

chris stares at you for a moment, then shakes his head, clicking his tongue. “that’s crazy. genuinely the worst thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“oh, please.”

“no, for real. i don’t even know you anymore.” he looks off into the distance, all dramatic, before taking another sip like he’s using it to soothe his broken heart.

you bump your knee against his. “you’ll survive.”

he exhales, setting the can on the coffee table before turning to face you fully. his expression softens just a little, teasing smile still in place but not as cocky. “you know, i’d still pick you over pepsi,” he says, like it’s some grand confession.

“oh, wow. what an honor.”

“it is,” he says, serious now. “you should feel special.”

you pretend to consider it, then shrug. “i guess i do.”

his smile widens, all easy and lopsided, and when he shifts closer, his arm drapes naturally around your shoulders this time, like it belongs there.

and yeah. maybe it kinda does.

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[mattsstarlet]

𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ stuffed — ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ & ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ .

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… you surprise your two boyfriends with a final birthday gift.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬… softdom!matt & softdom!chris x ditzy!reader, smut (threesome), nipple play, oral (male receiving), double penetration, degradation, dumbification, praise.

the two birthday boys sat on the edge of the bed, both eager to see what your last and best gift was for them after you’ve surprised them and nick with a full blown party, one they will never be able to forget. they didn’t find it odd that you kept secrets when it came to celebrating them, you were just one giddy girl who loved to express her deepest gratitude for the two men she was in love with.

as you happily walk out of the connected bathroom, you stand right in front of them, a big wide smile scattered across your lips as you twirl, your perfectly styled hair bouncing around.

“happy birthday!” you giggle, letting their eyes roam over your body, both jaws clenched as they realized you were wearing their gift— a creamy white babydoll nightgown. the fabric was delicate and untouched, foral lace embroidered on the cups, hiding your full perky breasts while a pink bow is stitched in the middle, the rest was made out of sheer material, only the ends adorned with lace, with a matching pink ribbon tied around your front.

their eyes fell to your round plushy ass, covered by a similar creamy white thong, a teeny tiny pink bow in the center. matt felt himself grow hard, his face was expressionless while chris grinned as always, his hand lightly grazing your leg as he shamelessly checked you out.

“do you like it?” you ask matt softly with a small pout forming on your glossy lips, you always wanted—needed— their validation. it was like you didn't think of anything else but them, like they had unintentionally branded themselves in your little head but you didn't mind and neither did they, especially not them.

"i love it, sweetheart." he says in a low, dark tone, watching you with a hungry gaze as the two stood up, immediately throwing themselves at you like starved animals. chris took his place behind you, moving your hair aside before kissing your neck while he cupped your tits. matt presses his own lips on yours, his tongue forcing entrance in your mouth.

you felt overwhelmed already, letting chris manhandle you onto the bed, forcing you in all fours while matt pulled his cock out, tapping the tip between your lips. "hungry?" he grins sheepishly, tracing the outline of your lips, teasing you while chris slowly pulled down your panties to pool around your thighs, his fingers brushing through your wet folds, circling your hole.

you stick out your tongue, earning a groan from matt as you kitty lick his cock, pausing at the stretch of chris’ shaft pushing inside your tight pussy, giving matt the perfect view of your doe eyes rolling back.

“ah ah,” he lightly slaps your cheek, tsking at how quickly chris was able to make you dumb. “open wide— there we go,” he grunts, his thrusts matching the same pace as his brother’s.

“shit, baby.” chris hisses, feeling your tight hole suctioning him, your walls turning into a perfect mold. his hand lays flat on your lower back, creeping up your spine until he wrapped your hair around his fist, his fingers digging into your scalp as he bobs your head up and down matt’s cock. “such a good girl letting us use you like a little sex toy.”

you let out soft moans, muffled by your boyfriend’s big size, tears staining your peachy cheeks while drool dripped from your chin, your round eyes trying their hardest to keep open. chris holds you down, your nose touching matt’s pelvis as you choked until he let go, letting matt cradle your messy face, crouching down to kiss you hard enough that could leave a bruise, tasting himself on your tongue.

“this is what you wanted huh, baby?” he whispers, his hot breath hitting your lips. his fingers brush through your hair while chris continues to plow into you, rambling on and on about how good your pussy feels. “being stuffed so full… do you want both of us at the same time in your holes? hm?”

he chuckles at your stupid nod, nothing but pure pleasure and emptiness roaming in that head of yours. shaking his head in amusement, he strips off the rest of his clothes, laying himself down on the bed while chris pulls out with a soft squelching pop, letting you cage matt’s thighs.

matt gripped the base of his shaft, dragging his cockhead down to your used hole, sliding right in with ease. you lower your bottom half, moaning as your gummy walls accommodate to his size, your hands pressed firmly on his bare chest.

“o-oh god— matty,” you blabbered, feeling him brush away the strands on your sweaty forehead before his fingers hook on the straps of your babydoll dress, letting your tits spill out. your sloppy hole clenches around him as he takes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue on the tiny bud.

as matt bucks his hips upwards, chris settles himself behind you, his tip prodding at the rim of your free hole, smearing your sweet arousal. you were used to this, them stuffing you so full at the same time but it still took you a while to get used to it.

“hold on to matt for me, baby, can you do that?” chris coos, watching you press your chest against matt’s, hearing the soft smacking sounds of him kissing your lips, distracting you in a way. “good girl.”

“fuck,” chris’ eyes locked on your ass like magnets, he couldn’t look away from the sight of your tight hole trying to swallow him full, your broken moans and cries flling something dark inside him. “sh, sweetheart, you can take it— you always do, yeah?” he says breathlessly, groaning lowly as he kept feeding you his thick cock inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside.

you felt so full, so stuffed that your body began shaking at the extreme heat of pleasure that was building inside in your lower stomach, sobbing as you drooled all over matt. “s’too much!” you hiccup, choking on a gasp once they sped up their pace, your pornographic noises sounding like music to matt’s ears.

your toes curl, your palms holding yourself up as you gain the strength to lift your head up, looking back at your disheveled boyfriend and his hands gripping your hips till one of them cupped your chin, kissing you in a sloppy manner. you moaned into the kiss, letting your wispy lashes shut, your cunt fluttering around the older triplet’s dick as the youngest pecked down your jaw to your neck, licking and sucking the red soon-to-be purple flesh.

“too much?” matt mocks you, letting out a deep chuckle from his chest, his blue eyes fixated on the way your tits bounced with each disorganized thrust, his palms roaming upwards to grope them. “we got a long night, sweet girl, don’t we chris?”

“don’t you wanna make us happy on our day?” he whispers against your abused skin, his hand leaving a harsh sting on your ass cheek. they both grunted and moaned, matching your sobs as they reach point blank, roughly filling both of your sloppy holes with their load while you gush, creaming on matt’s cock.

“yes, yes, yes,” you repeated like a prayer, clawing at matt’s skin while your thighs shook, not being able to coherent anything when chris is already taking matt’s positions on the bed, both of them taking turns on fucking your filled spent holes, using you as their own little toy, the best gift they could ever receive.

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

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[sturn777]

ONE NIGHT, pt 2 to this fic

YOU WAKE UP TO A POUNDING HEADACHE and the unfamiliar scent of cologne clinging to the sheets. a groan slips past your lips as you shift, the dull ache between your legs reminding you exactly what went down last night.

fuck.

blinking through the haze, you push yourself up, glancing around the dimly lit bedroom. clothes are scattered across the floor, your dress, his hoodie, a pair of boxers that definitely aren’t yours.

you curse under your breath, slipping out of bed as quietly as possible. chris is still asleep, his bare chest rising and falling steadily, dark hair a mess against the pillow.

not your problem.

you snatch your dress off the floor, shimmying into it with frantic hands, grabbing your bag and keys off the nightstand.

just go. don’t be weird about it.

the floor creaks under your feet as you make your way to the door, wincing at every sound. you don’t look back before slipping out.

by the time the sun is setting, the whole thing feels like a bad decision shoved into the back of your mind. until your phone buzzes.

chris sturniolo: bout to pull up. got some blunts

your stomach flips.

you should leave him on read.

should.

instead, you reply.

you: see you soon

it’s barely ten minutes before there’s a knock at your door.

you open it to find chris, hoodie over his head, backpack slung over one shoulder, lips curled into that stupid, lazy smirk.

“sup, trouble?”

you roll your eyes, stepping aside to let him in. he tosses his bag onto the couch, pulling out a couple of pre-rolls like this is just a normal thing for you two.

like he didn’t have you spread out in his bed less than twenty-four hours ago.

the blunt is lit, smoke swirling between you as you sit on the couch, passing it back and forth. it should be chill. should be normal.

but his knee is brushing against yours, fingers lingering when he hands it to you, gaze flicking to your lips every time you inhale.

“so,” he exhales, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. “you always sneak out like that?”

you snort. “you always dm girls you had a one night stand with like nothing happened?”

his smirk deepens. “depends.”

“on what?”

he shifts closer, eyes hooded, voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“on if i wanna do it again.”

your breath catches.

chris doesn’t miss it.

the blunt is barely stubbed out before his mouth is on yours, hands pushing under your hoodie, thumbs pressing into your hips like he knew this was gonna happen.

and maybe he did.

maybe you did, too.

because the moment you let him in, you should’ve known one night was never gonna be enough.

his lips are warm, a little rough from the smoke, but insistent as they press against yours. your hands fist into the front of his hoodie, pulling him closer, his body heavy against yours as he pushes you down into the couch.

his tongue brushes against yours, slow and teasing, like he’s savoring it. like he’s got all the time in the world.

“knew you’d let me back in,” he murmurs against your lips, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shorts, playing with the waistband.

you don’t even have it in you to pretend you don’t want this.

not when he’s pressing his knee between your legs, nudging them apart, his breath hot against your cheek.

“bet you were thinking about it all day,” he mutters, his fingers finally dipping beneath your panties, rubbing slow, lazy circles against your clit.

you shudder, your head falling back against the couch as his fingers slide lower, teasing at your entrance.

“this wet f'me already?” he chuckles, sliding a finger inside, groaning when your walls clench around him. “yeah, that’s what i thought.”

your hips buck up into his hand, desperate for more, but he keeps his pace slow, dragging his fingers out before pushing them back in, setting a torturously steady rhythm.

“chris—” you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders.

“what?” he taunts, adding a second finger, curling them just right. “tell me what you want, baby.”

you bite your lip, heat pooling in your stomach as he leans down, lips ghosting over your ear.

“nah, i think i already know.”

and with that, his fingers disappear, your whine cut off by the sound of his zipper.

he smirks, dragging your shorts down your legs, tossing them to the floor before lining himself up, pressing the thick head of his cock against your entrance.

“still wanna act like last night was a mistake?” he rasps, pushing in slow, stretching you open all over again.

your breath catches, legs wrapping around his waist as he sinks in to the hilt, bottoming out with a low groan.

he doesn’t give you time to adjust, pulling back just enough to slam back in, making you gasp.

his hands grip your thighs, spreading them wider as he fucks into you, slow and deep, like he’s got something to prove. like he wants to make sure you feel him.

“so tight,” he mutters, watching the way your body reacts to every thrust. “fuck, baby, you missed me, huh?”

you can’t even deny it, not with the way you’re moaning, your nails dragging down his back as he picks up the pace, hips snapping against yours.

“knew you’d let me back in,” he grits out, one hand moving to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

you’re barely holding on, legs trembling, back arching as pleasure builds and builds, a tight coil in your stomach ready to snap.

“c’mon, baby,” he breathes, pressing his forehead against yours. “let me feel it.”

his thumb finds your clit, rubbing quick, tight circles, and that’s all it takes, your body tenses, walls clenching around him as you cry out, pleasure washing over you in waves.

chris groans, hips stuttering as he follows, pressing deep as he spills inside you, his breath ragged, body shuddering with the aftershocks.

he stays there for a moment, catching his breath, before pulling out, watching as his cum drips down your thighs.

“shit,” he mutters, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “guess you really wanted me back.”

you smack his arm, rolling your eyes, but you don’t move away.

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make you mine ~ m.sturniolo x reader (she/her)

જ⁀➴. summary: i mean you know what they say, keep your friends close but always keep your enemies closer- just how much closer?

જ⁀➴. warnings: filthy smut, fingering, dumbification, degradation, praise, rope bunny, spitting, spanking (i’m sorry), dom!matt and sub!matt, jealousy, brat!reader, a little angsty (cause yk i fw that too much)

જ⁀➴. this is for @annamcdonalds67 challenge!! i will be basing this fic off of madison beer’s ‘make you mine’ !

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‘i wanna lay you down, i wanna string you up, i wanna make

you mine.’

do you know that feeling when you’re drunk, so drunk that your mind feels like a fog? like a layer of cloud and mist has settled into the crevices of your brain, seeping into your every thought. a fog so powerful that it alters your visions and brings hidden secrets to the tip of your tongue, the kind of secrets that would change something, anything once and for all.

and in that moment, the feeling of freedom outweighs all the consequences of letting that secret out. slowly, my fogged brain pieces together to allow my hands to fiddle with the padlocks of the secret. to untie the tangled chains, to swivel the tiny little key around on the pads of my fingers, to push the blade into the hole in the chest.

and just like that, a secret sworn to never be spread dribbles down the edges of the box and every thought telling me, yelling actually, that what i’m about to do is wrong is etched away by a metaphorical marker and nothing will stop me from what i want to do and what i’m going to do.

the dizzying noise of a thousand people, some my friends, most of them random people you’d find at classic LA parties, is silenced by the sound of my beating heart and the blood pumping viciously around my body.

it’s the kind of passion that comes from envy, that comes from jealousy, that comes from resent so blinding that every step you take feels like it could break the marble floor underneath your feet. or that steam pushing out of your ears could be visible.

it’s the kind of jealousy that comes from seeing a person you care so deeply about in a corner with some bitch who knows nothing about him.

like- she doesn’t know what he likes and doesn’t like, she doesn’t know that he has three books by his bed and that one of them has her initials carved into the fourteenth page. she would never know that his own couch has an imprint from where my fucking ass sits everyday. like she wouldn’t know that their shared ‘hatred’ wasn’t actually real. just like how she doesn’t know that he is not on the market and she has absolutely no fucking place in the world to have her wretched bones on his skin.

you’d assume that in a situation like this time slows like a movie but it doesn’t. it speeds and i can’t keep track of anyone around me or what song is playing or even what drink is sloshing onto my hand from my cup. i just know exactly where it’s going to go though.

before i step foot into the beaming light of the kitchen, two hands grab my hips and swivel me around. two hands that won’t be there in a minute if they don’t leave my body.

im met with a pair of very similar eyes and i suddenly feel very guilty for thinking what i thought a second ago.

‘hey! where have you been all night? me and nick have been looking for you literally everywhere.’ chris’ eyes look concerned but his smile is still in full tact.

‘i’ve been talking to people, catching up-‘

‘did something happen? cause you know, you look like you’re gonna kill somebody’ he laughs, his hands leaving my hips and i brush the area off where he touched, holding my head high to hopefully hide the seeving look on my face.

‘just people liking to get up in my business, you know how it is. ‘ i nod, sipping from cup, immediately regretting because actually wtf is in it.

‘okay, well- me and nick were about to leave, we’re just tryna round you and matt up.’ my teeth clench together at the sound of his name.

‘yeah, i don’t know chris. i might go home later, feels like we only just got here!’

‘it’s literally 2am, we’ve been here 4 and half hours already-‘

“come on, chris! when do you ever get to go to a party as big as this? go find a girl or something- give yourself a good time!’ his eyebrows furrow and he shrugs his shoulders.

“i guess so-“

“you gotta get over that bitch ex of yours anyways, perhaps this could be your perfect time.” and with that, he was fully listening. his shoulders now standing upright and his posture as straight as possible.

“you’re right, y/n. oh, look- there’s matt! guess he’s already a step ahead of me and you.”

my head spirals around is quickly, i think i saw stars. big, white, angry shooting stars. the sight of his hands clenching onto her ass, pushing her against a kitchen counter. her dress slowly riding up her thighs, thanks to his legs prying them open.

and with that, something ticks inside me.

i’ve been jealous before. hell i’ve been the most jealous in the room. but have you ever been so jealous that a rack of knives looked appealing and the bat that hangs above the wall in the living room looked handy dandy to do the exact job you needed to?

why was it always the bitchiest of girls who all the guys hate -but apparently not so because she’s tugging on one of their dicks by saturday.

well guess what? two can play at that game, bitch.

i turn around to find a good looking guy, not so attractive that i could become attached but not ugly enough for me to be gagging when i run my hands along his dick.

‘you. come with me.” i gesture, my fingers curving in to lure him into me.

his brows furrow and he scoffs, “why?”

“cause i fucking said so, come with me.” i drag his hand and he turns back to look at this friends with a sudden bright smile.

our hands are clenched together as i pull him through a small crowd towards the kitchen. the urge to instantly jump on him to rile matt up is incredibly overwhelming but desperation isn’t always the best look on me.

my hand reaches for a red cup, filled with what looks like classic punch and i pour it down the sink to fill it up with straight vodka and hand it to him. “drink up, buttercup.”

his eyes widen but he obeys and i watch as he drinks every last sip, my fists clenching from the idea of what’s going on directly behind me.

“ngh’ matt-“ i hear the girl moan and my head twists to see his eyes glaring into mine whilst sucking red marks onto her neck.

i scoff and drag my guy closer to me, all whilst maintaining eye contact to lick a stripe up his neck and shove my right hand up his shirt to feel his torso. the guy did have toned abs, i could feel from how rock hard he was against my fingers but unlucky for him, i was completely and utterly distracted by the guy i hated so fucking much opposite me.

hate so pure that the sound of his name made goosebumps run down my neck and my blood bubble under my skin. my eyes would sting from the gaze of his eyes, my eyelids burning from refusing to shut. it was hate so pure that seeing a girl on his arm made my throat run dry and my words choke. the rings on my fingers digging into my palms and my teeth scratching against one another as i clenched my jaw to see the hickies scattered on his chest.

my tongue caresses the skin of his neck, latching over what i think is his sweet spot, as he moves his hands down my body. i smirk as i see matt latch onto the bitch’s figure tighter, desperate to outweigh whatever i was doing.

i look up at the guy and say, “do whatever you want to me, right here, right now.” his eyes light up and his breath halts slightly.

“but we’re in here with so many people-“

“i don’t care.” my head turning back to look at matt who is still looking at me, a grimacing smile speaking across my face which makes his brows furrow deeper into his skin.

the guy grabs my leg to push it onto his, my front up against him and he latches our mouths together, his tongue immediately creating a space between my lips to enter.

after a solid minute of awkwardly making out in front of what felt like 30 people, a hand pushes my leg down from the guys hip and grabs my hand to pull me away from the crowd.

i’d be stupid if i said i didn’t know it was matt, of course i knew it was him. after all, he knew i had full control over him even if we were just enemies.

sweating bodies collided with mine and i squeeze my body close together to avoid elbows to the face. my heels making me stumble a little, alcohol still running through my system.

i look down to find a step up a winding staircase, a classic LA mansion.

20 steps felt like half a lifetime as matt still desperately drags me up them, whispering incoherent, angry remarks under his breath. until finally he makes it to the top and barges through the first bedroom he sees.

i enter quickly after him, my hand falling to my side as he slams the door behind us. i didn’t have time to react before he pushes my shoulder into the wall behind me, digging his nails into my skin.

his eyes are practically black with anger, his eyebrows fallen to his eyelids yet a disgusting grin on his face. his tongue slides along his teeth, before he spits, ” what the fuck do you think you’re playing at?”

“whatever you’re playing, i mean it’s only fair.” i squeak back, my breath a little taken away from the sudden collide with my back and the brick wall. and of course the incredibly small space between our lips and the fact that our noses are touching.

“that’s not how this works around here.”

“then how does it? you get to go around with every girl in our state and i sit in the background watching?” what was that even supposed to mean?

he removes a hand from my shoulder and shakes his head, “people around here know they can’t touch you. they just know that, sweetheart. i assumed you would too.”

“and you’re allowed to have that bitch all over you? tell me, matt. how is this really fucking fair?” his hand comes up to my throat to clench it, light enough so i’m not choking but hard enough so that i’m gagged, my head lifted up a little.

“because how else am i supposed to get you to fucking take notice that i want you.”

i furrow my eyebrows, i try to speak but he clenches harder and the words don’t form in my mouth.

“every girl i have i imagine it’s you, every time i’m fucking a girl i imagine it’s your pussy im in, i imagine it’s your lips that im sucking on.”

i look dead in his eyes, my lashes blurring my vision slightly, his hooded gaze mesmerising me as i take in his every word

“every mean comment i made and every remark you made back riled me up. i knew it, you knew it, everyone else fucking knew it. im fed up of this bullshit circle we’ve had going on- i need you to see that you’re mine. when i saw you and that bitch in the kitchen, i smiled because i knew i got you. i got you to the point where you fucking admitted to me that im in your brain, you want me just as much as i want you baby.”

his tongue pokes out to lick a strip along my lip, he stands back to look at me in such a vulnerable position. my legs squeezed together in my little black dress and his hand wrapped around my neck as i look up at him with teary eyes and a dumb little smile on my face. it was just all he had ever wanted.

his hand leaves my neck, reaching up to grab my jaw and push my lips against his. a messy, tongue-filled kiss. his tongue sucks onto mine and i moan into his mouth, my legs moving forward to push him backwards.

he hums into the kiss, moving his head to suck on my lips whilst treading towards the bed in which he eventually pulls us onto. my legs scramble to straddle his lap and loop my hands around his neck.

he pulls away to pull the straps of my dress down as i look into his eyes, if somebody had told me two years ago that i was straddling matt’s fucking lap i probably would’ve slapped you around the face.

“do you know how long i’ve wanted you baby?” he says, yanking down my black dress to reveal a lacy, practically see-through bra that pushes up my boobs to accentuate them especially for matt’s eyes.

i shake my head, my hands clasping onto the hairs on the nape of his neck.

“too fucking long.” he rips off my bra, my mouth wide from how easily he broke the fabric, a loud groan leaving his mouth as he launches forward to suck my hard, pointed nipples.

my head thrown back as i grind against his jean pants, desperate to relieve the feeling in between my thighs. the tent of his pants brushing roughly against my region making me pull his head closer into my tits.

he pulls away to stare up at me, already looking a little disheveled, as he chuckles slightly, “you’re so fucking needy, who knew a pretty baby with a mouth as big as yours could be so desperate for my cock?”

i whimper at the sound of his patronising voice, my hips moving faster as he speaks but the loss of the soft pad of his tongue of nipples making my eyes water a little.

he grabs my jaw to force me to look at him, his fore finger and his middle finger squeezing together closely as he pushes them towards my lips. “open up, slut.”

i open my mouth for him and he guides his fingers into my mouth and instinctively i suck on them, my eyes slowly fluttering shut and i hum onto them, wishing it was something else.

the tent underneath me twitching even under all this fabric and the hands looped around his neck untie to slowly run down his torso all the way to the zip on his jeans.

“you want it all don’t you baby? you act so tough but really you’re just a whore for me and my dick. it’s not even been five minutes and you’re already scrambling to undo my pants. that’s it baby, let me use all your pretty parts.” i pull them down to reveal his wet boxers and his huge dick.

this man wasn’t just packing a couple inches, it was enough to bruise the back of my throat and my cervix. my eyes light up as i hold it through the cotton of his underwear, drool begging to leave my mouth.

he leans back slowly, his elbows digging into the plush mattress underneath of us as he guides me closer towards his cock, pushing away stray hairs that curl around the frame of my face.

i pull down his boxers for his dick bounce straight up and hit his stomach, pre cum leaking from his bright red, swollen tip. and i hungrily scramble to grab hold of it, his words replaying in my head, i’m just a whore for him.

my hands smooth the veins along the bottom of his dick, slowly making my way up to kiss his oozing tip and i feel his body shudder underneath me. without a second thought, i shove his tip in my mouth and suck his cum off. my mouth hollows and i move my head up and down, determined to get some noise out of his pretty mouth.

“that’s it pretty girl, just like that- mmm” his head is thrown back and his hands come round to cradle my head, pushing me further onto his dick.

i moan which sends vibrations down his cock, his tip growing in my mouth as i swirl my tongue around it, the gagging sounds echoing in the room, riling matt up more and more.

“fucking take it all baby- oh fuck, i know you can” he winces out, the grip on my hair tightening and i smile against the girth of his dick doing exactly what he says, hollowing my mouth and sucking all the way to his bone. his hips shove up to hit the back of my throat and my eyes flutter shut, the full feeling in my throat overwhelming me.

he guides my head by bobbing my head up and down in time with his hip thrusts, the sounds of my gargling getting progressively louder as he becomes more determined to cum down my throat.

a sudden halt to his erotic sounds, i feel my head being pulled up, a ‘pop’ sound coming from my mouth from the sudden loss of his dick in my throat. he laughs, smoothing my cheek with his thumb before gently slapping it and grabbing my chin so i look at him.

“you gonna let me make you feel good?” i frantically nod my head, the heat between my legs practically burning a hole thru my panties now.

“that’s my girl, you’re mine. aren’t you?” i nod and he tuts, “ use your words.”

“i’m yours.” and that’s all he needed before he picks me up like i’m a fucking feather weighing nothing more than a couple pounds and throws me onto the bed whilst he twists around to stand up off the bed, looking down at me.

“you know it, my little slut.” he pulls down my dress finally, he didn’t get to finish underdressing me cause the idea of finally tasting him was too much. but now that i can feel the cold air hitting the most private of places and his glare blazing up and down my body, i feel shy.

my elbows hover over my boobs as i try and scrunch up a little but matt’s hands pry them away and he spreads my legs before discarding my little black dress on the floor, i’m only left with my matching lace panties.

he licks his lips, his glare fixating on the wet patch created on my underwear, just for him. as he holds my thighs apart, he blows gently onto the fabric making it instantly cold and i shift up the bed a little, whimpering.

“this all for me, baby?” he looks up at me, caressing my thighs gently. the cold metal of his rings making my goosebumps more and more apparent.

“mhm.” my eyes flutter shut and i push against the force of matt’s hands, becoming increasingly desperate for any kind of pressure on my pussy. “please.”

“please what?” he smirks, his touch on my thighs now so light you wouldn’t even believe it was there. it was another level of teasing that made the core of your very stomach fuzzy and the lack of any touch adds to the sick feeling you have.

“just do something, anything.” he snaps when i say that, flipping me around quickly so that my body slaps against the mattress, my ass on full show to him, my thing not doing much too cover my the cheeks of my ass.

“i wanna feel the rush, i wanna taste the crush, i wanna get you going.”

the sharp sting of fabric ripping against my delicate skin and sudden gasp mixed with the breaking of sweet lace makes matt chuckle in the background before placing a harsh slap to my ass, sending me into the air as it was so unexpected.

“you gonna be good for me?” he smooths over where he slapped, secretly wishing it will make a bruise.

“yes, yes i’ll be good.” i beg, wanting literally anything.

as his fingers move closer towards my wetness, he suddenly moves away quickly before getting up and searching the room.

i look up and frown, “what the fuck are you doing?” i whisper a little, upset that he looks like he’s about to leave.

he doesn’t say anything but pauses once he gets to the drawer in the closet and laughs before turning around to reveal a belt.

“what are you doing? this isn’t even your room.” i say, relaxing yet still confused.

he walks over to me and forces my chin up at him, “keep speaking in that bratty fucking tone and i will leave you high and dry”

“well you won’t even let me get high so what effect is that gonna have-“ before i could finish my sentence he covers my mouth with one hand and uses the other to turn me around so my head is shoved into the pillows of the bed. he scrambles to grab my hands, pushing them against my back and fiddling with the belt.

“just you fucking wait and see, little angel.” he twists them around my wrists and tightens them so i can’t get out without any help.

his hands letting going of mine before i feel them suddenly exactly where i need them. a singular finger pressing down onto my bundle of nerves and my whole body jumps with just a simple touch, a pornographic moan leaving my mouth.

“does that feel good baby” i whimper back a desperate ‘yes’ and wriggle against the pad of his finger wanting him to move oh, so badly.

“want me to move my hand, darling?” i nod my head frantically hoping he can see me which i gather he can considering the low laugh that leaves his mouth and the sudden movement of his finger dragging down slowly through my folds.

“you want me here?”

“yes, yes. i want you there. i want you to move.”

“you want me to move?”

“please.”

“there it is.” and with that, the gentle movements turned into quick, hard thrusts. his two fingers sliding through my hole at an insane pace, not letting me readjust for one second, making my whole body lift from the bed, my hands shaking in the belt he tied me up in.

the cold metal of his rings mixing with the warm wetness coating his fingers, the sensation was immense. all before he flips me over and presses his mouth onto my clip sending me into fucking sub space.

“oh my fucking god! matt-“

he licks and kisses at my clit at a gentle pace all while his fingers strum in and out of my hole at an alarming speed, it’s a wonder he doesn’t have arm cramp even after one minute.

my ass doesn’t stay on the bed and my whole body is jittering at the sudden overwhelming sensation. the flicks of his tongue and the curving of his fingers making sure he hits my sweet spots makes the bundle in my stomach tighten up.

“please matt, i’m gonna cum!”

he carries on, his feasting at my pussy getting progressively more intense, like a starved man. he enters another finger into my hole, stretching me perfectly so that i am shaped for him.

he breathes against my heat, “let go, baby.”

and with that, i did. sweat running from my back and forehead, my tied hands desperately grabbing onto the leather and my toes clenching over his shoulders.

he licks me clean, pressing one last kiss to my clit which makes me jolt as he laughs a little to himself seeing my messy figure on the bed.

“you did so well, baby.” i smile at him, his head coming close to mine to kiss my lips.

“now you gonna help me out sweetheart?”

i nod and he turns me around to take me out of the tied belts and he kisses the red marks from where i pulled against the restraint. “you liked these?” i shake my head and he laughs.

i pull myself up from the bed and onto matt’s lap to face him, i latch my lips onto his and hook my hands around his neck pulling him closer to me. my naked body fitting perfectly around his warm body.

he moves his hands down my body, caressing my curves and humming against our kiss as i pull away and look down to stroke his dick to which he kisses and pulls himself into my neck.

i move myself up his body to push myself down onto his hard shaft, as he winces and throws his head backwards, moaning my name.

i pull at his hairs and rock my hips against him and watch his demeanour change as his hips desperately rutt against mine and i forcefully push my hands onto his thighs so that he’s restricted.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he groans as my grinding against him slows.

“taking control.” his eyes widen and i push myself up further so that i can plunge further onto his dick. my nails digging into his thighs as i watch his breathing get faster and moans leave his mouth.

“that’s not - ngh- how it works.” he argues with me which doesn’t last for long when i start to kiss his neck and suck on the lobes of ears in which his thrusts up into me become more persistent.

“i’m gonna cum-“

“not until i cum.” i say, chasing my high with him as i hear him whine into my ear, panting a little too.

“please, just let me.” he hugs me closer, my boobs crushed against his chest as he begins to rocks back and forth with me, moaning and groaning with his head in the air. so much for tough guy, huh?

“cum with me.” i bounce up and down as he thrusts up into me for the last time before releasing his cum, painting my walls as it oozes out of me as i collapse onto the bed next to us.

our heavy breathing and hearts beating is the only thing that can be heard.

matt’s hand slowly moves to bring me closer to him, i smile as i look up at his tired state.

“you changed quickly, mr tough guy to oh please! please, let me cum! “ he shakes his head and covers my mouth.

“shut up, you wouldn’t fucking let me .”

i laugh at him and he picks me up to squeeze me, so much for being enemies, huh?

“so-“

“you’re mine now right? like for real?” he’s not looking at me, rather picking at his nails.

i giggle and press my head against his forehead and nod, “of course.”

hope you all liked !! too many fucking words :)

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