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Cherry popper p.3 // nerd Matt

Warnings: sub!Matt / dom!Matt / dom!reader / sub!reader / prone position / male receiving oral / slapping / pet names / overstimulation / edging /degrading / unprotected sex / handjob / spit kink / praise kink / hair pulling

Summary: what happens when this time Matt actually wants to get your calculus homework done?

Author’s notes: long time no see eh?? Am now caught up on all of the gossip. I can safely say that if anyone brings any negativity onto my page then I will also deactivate because it is not good for anyone’s mental health let alone mine, and I want absolutely NO part in the drama that’s been going on seeing as I completely missed all of it and would much prefer to stay unproblematic. This account is meant to be a safe place of escapism and solace for people, not misery and I just simply won’t tolerate cruelty of any kind to anyone. So please kindly refrain from bringing me into any of the horrible shit that’s been going on in my absence. Those people were completely wrong and disgusting to do what they did and I acknowledge that. I can also understand why so many people left when they did, but I think it’s better to leave it alone than continue to fester in this horrible turn of events, so through these disappointing circumstances, please enjoy this silly little drabble that I’m sure many of you have been waiting for… #sorry

“Puppy wanna lick something, sticky just like honey…” - STUPID, Ashnikko

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A week has gone by, and Matt has been getting better and better at fucking, one orgasm after the next.

At this rate you’d argue that he’s become quite the nymphomaniac.

He’d sit down and try to help you, but then a couple of minutes into the first question he’d be leaping across the table, pawing at your shirt and whining like a puppy for sex, nuzzling his nose into your tits like they were his second home.

Whenever your sessions ended with your tongues tangled and your hand touching his cock until it throbbed and he unraveled beneath your fingertips, you couldn’t help but become more enamoured with the tender nerd who spent most of his free days in the comic book store and afterschool calculus clubs.

Sometimes he cries because of overstimulation, sometimes he wants overstimulation. Other times he’s silent with heaving pants, but mostly he’s loud enough to have his whimpering face covered up with a pillow. His back arches, his toes curl and his glasses slip off of his nose.

More often than not they usually also end up over your own nose as a strange symbol of dominance that Matt seems to love.

Almost like you wear them because you own him and he fucking loves being taken care of by you.

He loves being your submissive pillow princess whilst you sponge kisses around the soft stretch of his hips, his voice cracking as he whines for your mouth.

And he doesn’t mind being your slut either whilst you bounce on his cock and listen to the way he moans extra loudly after you yank his hair back by the roots to stretch his neck out. You mumble down to him and listen to his pants, whilst he squeezes his eyes shut and temporarily scrunches his nose in ecstasy.

He claws at your bedsheets, pulls them, squirms around like a little boy and creates all sorts of pleasured noises that drift straight from his lips and into the heat between your thighs.

Whenever he lazily rocks his hips and rattles the bed frame, it fuels you with this kind of desperation to eat his heart out and then digest his soul, one sunbeam at a time.

You just can’t help yourself. He really is asking for it whenever he turns up wearing those sweet little button up shirts.

The glasses that he wears securely everywhere he goes, rest on the bridge of his nose 24/7, and whenever you greet him at the front door he has that shy smile on his face that you’ve grown to be so fond of over the past couple of weeks.

At the start of your sessions, his glasses fall across his face in a very straight and orderly manner, but they never stay like that for long. Because soon, they’re squint over his blushing cheeks and he’s suckin on your thumb, drenched in his own sticky filth.

His soft pastel blue eyes moonily blink as he obediently tastes himself with whatever button up he has on that day drooping from off of his shoulders in an ultra feminine-like manner.

But today strangely, Matt has not been quick to jump straight to sex. Instead he has given his small and nervous close-mouthed smile before sitting down and tucking in his chair to get out his books.

He flicks from page to page to find what you two have been working on last session so that you can start from where you left off with a concentrated air surrounding him.

The air around your own being is unfortunately not as concentrated, more distracted by his striped baby blue shirt and the small silver chain that he has sometimes worn for you peeking out of the tight collar cinched around his neck cheekily.

You wish you could slide that pretty necklace into your teeth and tug on it to haul him closer to you. Matt always looks so delectable in well-put together outfits like this. Some of the others in school whisper and make fun of him for his formal dress-wear but you find it rather endearing.

And fucking hot, whenever you’re allowed to ruffle it all up and make him as flustered as a cherry tomato.

You’re not sure what kind of sexual demon possesses you because usually you have a large sum of self-control. But you just can’t help yourself, Matt looks delectable as he sits there with a pencil bitten in between his teeth and his eyes lazily glancing over the workings to formulate how he is going to explain the next steps of the question to you.

Normally Matt is the first one to instigate things. But seeing as he seems too focused on the equations scrawled over the sheets of paper he is looking at, you decide to help him out by moving first.

Because this time it’s not him who is desperate, it’s you.

You’re not sure, maybe it’s just his outfit. Or maybe it’s the smell of his natural pheromones that tighten your thighs together and make your heart flutter, but your mouth suddenly waters and you feel the overwhelming urge to stretch it out with his cock.

You yearn for that familiar feeling of his smooth leathery skin rolling over your tongue, and you always dream about the glisten his body has whenever it’s covered in your saliva and you’re looking down at him whilst he covers his blushing cheeks shyly.

The thought of it alone is enough to have your hand sneakily skating underneath the table before it touches gently against the fabric of his pants. The lazy and sensual drag of your fingertips is masked with an absentminded hum as you feel the thigh your hand to be on tense up quickly.

The sensation of the roughness of his cargos underneath the pads of your fingers makes you shiver and the hairs on the back of your neck all stand to attention when Matt clears his throat and scrunches his nose cutely.

You can tell he’s trying to focus. Trying not to pay attention to the way your hand inches its way gradually up his leg tracing patterns as it goes.

The noticeable crunch and shuffle of crisp white paper rings within both of your ears as Matt carefully recites back a question to you.

But who gives a fuck about calculus questions, when the only question you want answered is how long he’s going to be able to hold on for before he’s squirting cum down your throat?

Your fingers reach his zipper, before they’re migrating up to the button tightening his pants together. After it’s popped effortlessly, his zipper tantilisingly slouches downwards a notch or two to mischievously showcase the waistband of his boxers, that conceal the heaven beneath them from in between his spread thighs.

At the pop of the zipper, you hear the gentle patter of Matt’s pencil. He had accidentally dropped it.

His throat bobs once again before he is bravely reiterating his previous question, now with a shake in his voice.

You once again ignore this question of his in favour of sliding yourself to your knees and then moving to glide under the table.

You shuffle straight to Matt’s spread legs and almost drool at the sight of his semi-undone zipper. Grasping it, you waste absolutely no time in pulling the cold metal all the way down, only for Matt to now look at you quizzically, and a little hurt that you hadn’t even bothered to answer his question.

‘W-what are you doing?’ He stutters as he watches you place your hands on his hips before you gently smooth your thumbs up his clothed skin.

‘C’mon now Matt… why don’t you focus on the next equation whilst I focus on what’s underneath these…’ you cattishly drawl in response, chastising him for losing concentration on the calculus homework in front of him on the desk.

But, what he responds with catches you off guard.

‘N-no!’

His shaking, but defiant voice almost reverberates about the room, and the silence almost swallows him. You can tell he immediately regretts speaking so brashly to you, because soon after he retracts his eyes and shies away from your piercing gaze.

‘No?’

The raise of your incredulous eyebrows challenge him to a linguistic duel. It’s just lucky for you that he’s not that good with words.

‘F-fuck… sorry erm. I mean we’re uhh- we’re, we’re meant to be doing work’.

This time he tries to reason with you in a more polite manner, but what he says only makes you want to torture him more.

‘A-and, if you’re down there… then you’re not going to be learning a-are you?’.

He swallows nervously, his throat probably extremely dry as his skin flushes a healthy pink over his cheeks. You blink slowly, still fully intent on trying to put Matt in your mouth… slide him over your tongue. And so you shrug.

‘Why don’t I multitask then puppy?’.

As you say this, one of your fingers comes to gingerly slide up the curve of his cock that is still currently suffocating underneath his boxers. Your nail stops right at the top of his base before you’re pressing the rest of your palm down onto his stiffness. Matt holds his breath, trying not to tip his head back in pleasure or spread open his thighs in need, because he knows that would make it look like you’ve won.

And this time he’s actually not in the mood to let you win. He wants to try something different. But he thinks he has to first buck up the courage to do it.

So instead he huffs and goes to shakily grasp his pencil in his hand once again, this time a firmer and sweatier hold adorning his grip.

You ‘humph’ cheekily in self-righteousness before dipping your head down to pepper gentle kisses over him, teasing him to get him as wet with precome as possible before you are sliding him out from the safety blanket of his underwear.

‘R-right so- mhh- for the first equation what are we going t-to do with the x and y?’

Matt struggles to keep his composure, even throughout his first sentence after he feels the saliva released from your mouth drip down the pinkness of his pulsing tip.

‘Hmm… multiply them?’ You ooze sensually before peaking out your tongue and tracing it in a lazy circle around his sensitive head. You see Matt’s back physically arch due to the forward push of his hips as he struggles to keep himself sane.

But Matt seems less than enthused with your silly attempt to distract him as he grits his teeth and narrows his eyes darkly at the wall he’s facing.

‘No’ he spits through clenched teeth, both annoyed yet very sexually charged all thanks to your intoxicating presence. You sigh in horny confusion once again, this time grabbing a hold of him and pouting playfully as your much rougher thumb replaces your soft tongue.

It rounds in hypnotic circles that makes Matt’s stomach clench and flip. He has to bite his whimper away with his lip.

‘Subtract it?’. You guess again. And by a miracle you actually get it right this time, which contributes to Matt’s relief.

‘Better… good…’ he pants with a wheeze in between, before distractedly scrawling something down on the page in much messier handwriting than usual. Probably because the pleasure is making his brain fuzz and contort with psychedelic colour, which soon becomes much too entertaining for him to watch without also having to focus on silly little equations.

He fears he won’t be able to concentrate for much longer…

This fear gets worse the minute you start to sweep your hand up and down over his damp skin.

‘O-okay… now what do you do with the f-five?’ He manages to squeeze out in the most composed manner as physically possible in this moment. His eyes are glued shut in concentration with his fists drawn tightly into balls as he tries to ignore the intense waves of euphoria he’s receiving from your slick skin.

The sticky sounds of pleasure do not help. They only make him harder in your hand and he’s so embarrassed. He’s also embarrassed to think about what he wants to try with you seeing as you usually take control but it’s just so fortunate that you’ve given him the perfect opportunity to do so, because you’ve been disobedient and annoyed him with trying to get off doing equations.

It’s only after you start to gently also suck on his tip that he snaps.

It happens in just a second, but Matt feels as though he can no longer take the humiliating stimulation. Obviously, no man can really focus when also receiving head from an extremely pretty woman, but you somehow make him feel weak and as though he’s the only boy who can’t, which leaves him flustered and ready to protect his dignity.

To do so, the hand that was gripping the pencil quickly unfurls it so that he can reach it down to aggressively card through the top of your head. Twisting his fingers, he makes sure he has a firm grip of you before yanking you away from his dripping cock.

The pressure against the roots of your hair melts into a stinging sensation as you look up at Matt from underneath the table with sparkling eyes and a swollen lip.

What the fuck is he doing?

But Matt only looks down at you with a cold set gaze and a ticking jaw. The hold he has on your hair now starts to ache.

‘What’s the matter puppy? D’ya want me to answer your question instead of licking you?’ You go for a tease, but clearly all the question does is spark Matt’s fire further as he looks down at you, a strange and overwhelming power surging through his gut like a tidal storm.

Is this what you feel whenever you’re on top of him and talking down to him?

With one final courageous swallow to his throat, he finally speaks in a low, and somewhat threatening tone.

‘I want you to stand up for me please.’

His voice is clipped and commanding and your little smirk fades when you realise that he’s being serious.

To further this fact, Matt then lets go of your hair, tucks himself back into his boxers and stands up himself. He leaves you on the floor underneath his chair, dazed and confused as you look at the way he crosses your room and hovers at the side of your bed.

He crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows expectantly at you as if waiting for you to follow suite. All you do is drool at him though. He looks so fucking gorgeous standing there with his baggy jeans slouched open, his cock hard in his pants and his blue and white striped shirt looking orderly ruffled at best.

The dewy pink bubblegum blush to his cheeks makes his fluffy brown hair look impossibly softer as his shoulders rise and fall shakily and he tries to look bossy.

‘Well? C’mon then?’ He barks sassily. You’re confused at this weird change in submissive character, but don’t wait for him to tell you a third time. You slither out from underneath the table and wobble to a stand, before challengingly striding right up to Matt’s face.

‘You gonna be a naughty boy today then?’ You raise your eyebrows and spit the scathing insult that usually has him whining and almost crying for you to take it back. But this time, he doesn’t.

This shakes your confidence a little and you furrow your brows at his uncharacteristic defiance to your normal routine. He simply smirks, indeed a very un-Matthew thing to do.

He begs his nervous self not to stutter, and when uttering his next words, almost jumps up and down in success at not wobbling.

‘How about being my naughty girl?’.

He doesn’t give you much time to react before he’s clamping his hands down onto your hips and completely launching you onto your springy mattress. You splutter in shock as your stomach hits the softness of your bed.

Matt clambers on quickly after you, patting himself on the back for not turning into his usual bumbling mess. He’s been practicing his confidence and clearly it’s payed off.

‘M-Matt… what- what are you doing?!’ You breathe erratically, twisting your neck around to look at the way he crawls up behind you with a satisfied grin on his face.

‘Putting you in your place.’

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You’re not really sure what happened to Matt. But you’re not fucking complaining with your heart beating quickly within your ears and your core aching harshly even with the sensation of being full with his throbbing cock.

You really were not expecting that kind of turn around made by him as you feel his knuckles curl around your scalp whilst his tight fist holds your hair in an iron grip to push your whimpering face into the bed.

You listen to the poor springs of your mattress groaning and creaking as Matt rocks into you from behind and you can’t help but curve your lips into a proud little smirk.

He has you pronned, pinned to your soft duvet with one of his hands entangled into your hair whilst the other one forcefully plasters itself onto the small of your back to keep you down.

His thicker, haired thighs make sure to keep your softer ones pathetically spread right open for him whilst your back arches and he forces you to take all of him.

His skin erotically slaps against yours, almost in a degrading manner with how quickly it’s going, as if it’s resounding an audible jeer at how much of a slut he’s making of you and equally how easily you’re letting him fuck you raw.

This is backed up by the unexpected groan released from Matt, whose voice is strained because of how hard he seems to be trying to bruise your cervix.

‘W-what did I tell you about doing work huh? M’tryna help you! B-but all you want is my cock… s’this what you want? You want me to make you cry, fuck you u-until you’re sore?’

You gutturally whimper into the mattress, the whine you elicit still muffling and your throat trying to catch your breath raggedly afterwards. Matt’s hoarse chuckle grits from his throat between heaving pants as he speaks.

You hear his smug smirk from the tone of words forming past his mouth.

‘S’me who’s teaching you a sex lesson now isn’t it? Teachin’ you how to fucking behave yourself…’.

His torturous onslaught seems to be never ending as he uses the palm flattened over the small of your back to quickly slap the side of your fleshy ass. The whipping noise of it cracking in your ears causes tears to leach from out of your waterline and stain the pillow squished against your face.

Did he just fucking slap you?

You can’t believe you’re letting Matt treat you like this, so roughly, so harshly.

He’s fucking you like a man. Not a boy.

You almost can’t believe he’s got the balls to do such a thing, because he’s always been such a good boy for you, and never used his masculine strength against you for sexual advantages.

But you quickly decide that it’s not all that bad. It’s actually extremely attractive.

‘S’this all you think I’m good for? Stretching you out and making you cum all over me? Am I just a toy for you to play with or are you actually gonna listen to what I have to say an’ learn something hm?’

His condescending hum rubs you the right way, and your stomach knots in pleasure at just how good he is at degrading you. You’re pleasantly surprised, and recognise that you have taught him well.

You tilt your chin upwards, trying to free yourself from the restraint of your pillow whilst Matt’s rough skin grates against your sensitive walls, his thrusts so hard that he achieve the pinnacle of your sensitivity with every hit to your g-spot.

You whine at this, the hotness of your tears now freely leaking out as you cry for him. Matt knows he shouldn’t feel like this, but he fucking adores how he’s making you sound. It makes him feel extremely good about his performance, and as both of you know he’s always been one for pleasing others.

From your head’s raised position, Matt is able to loosen his grip upon your hair so that you can struggle out a few strained words of your own. Words that push bountiful amounts of heat surging through his body.

‘Fine. M’ready to learn whenever you’re ready to let this immaturity go… Mr Professor…’

Your sass is as clear as day. But even with both of your approaching climaxes Matt still finds it within himself to smirk at your cheekiness and you still find it within yourself to exert the only semblance of power you feel as though you have left over him.

Your words strike a familiar chord within Matt that lets him know that however hard he tries you’re still going to belittle him, even within his flickering moments of dominance. That’s something about you that really fucking turns him on.

No matter how quickly he’s able to grasp the power into his hands, you’ll always be there to snatch it right back, and that makes him want to kiss you until both of your lips are sore.

He loves your power, he loves your assertiveness, and unlike many of the other guys in your shared class, he’s the only one who accepts that sometimes that’s what really makes a woman.

‘Immaturity you say? I’m sorry… but are you not the one who’s crying like a little baby?’.

Your blood boils as Matt talks back.

Never before has he been this misbehaved. But the fiery hot seer in both of your veins makes the visions of red both of you see ten times more passionate.

Especially when Matt can tell that you have been crying with pleasure. That’s just how in-tune he is with your emotions in your most vulnerable moments together and it provides the most perfect dynamic between the two of you.

Quite clever how he was able to manipulate your crying state into his twisted choice of words, however, he was quite the brainiac so you expected nothing less.

From his position on top of you he rocks relentlessly and groans before using one of his fingers to swipe at your cheek and whip a lone tear from its stream down your face.

Listening to him put that exact same finger into his mouth makes you wet. The suck and pop of his lips as he licks the tear away rings like a symphony within your ears whilst you get more lightheaded and it works you even further towards your climax.

‘As much as- as I love this playful banter puppy… I’d really love it if you could be my good boy now and make me cum instead.’

You wheeze as you feel the pressure within your stomach compacting and tightening the rougher Matt gets, especially after he slips that hand that had been in his mouth all the way down to your front to immediately find the sweet spot of your clit.

He knows it so well now after spending long intervals with his face between your thighs.

He was unsure about the whole idea of eating a woman out, but after the first time he grew an acquired taste for it and soon it became one of his favourite things to do to you.

Matt lets out a sneaky little breathless whimper before humming in agreement and slowing the swirl of his fingers to slightly delay your orgasm.

‘Wanna- wanna hear a sweet little apology first.’.

That little fucker.

You grit your teeth because there’s no way someone as stubborn as Matt is going to let you get away without saying some form of sorry before he makes you cum.

You secretly roll your eyes with a fond little smile at Matt’s seriousness about actually doing calculus homework before uttering a quickly little ‘alright- alright, you got me. I’m sorry baby. Promise I’ll pay proper attention next time. Please let me cum now puppy!’.

After Matt feels satisfied he nods and offers a graciously adorable little ‘thank you’ is his normally soft voice, which terribly contradicts the filthy magic that his fingers work to send you reeling over the edge and crying into the pillow.

After you orgasm it’s easy for your sounds of pleasure to send Matt bursting on after you, which he does. Both of you then collapse, with Matt’s warm chest squished on top of your back as you regain your breaths.

The first thing that you have to ask after composing yourself is ‘now what the hell was that?!’ To which Matt merely cracks a big dopey grin and shrugs.

‘Dunno… just felt like shaking things up a little… you like?’

You snort a laughter back at this, honestly pretty content with how things eventually worked out.

‘It was definitely something… you really are something else Matt… you really are…’

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Author’s notes p.2: again, so sorry for disappearing off of the face of the earth at literally the worst fucking time to do so - I’m sure I’ll do the exact same thing again after this has been published… so be warned, u guys know what I’m like 💀. Thank you all for sticking with me though and being patient enough to wait for what feels like fucking forever to finally read what is going to be the LAST ever part of cherry popper. #sadtimes #whatawildride. This oneshot literally got me on the fucking tumblr map so I thank you all so fucking much for loving it as much as I did and reading it so many times. You’re probably all sick fed up of reading the same parts over and over again lol. So, from me to you, please enjoy and savour this last one. PEACE OUT HOMIES, CYA SOON… maybe… who knows… hehe. 🎀🪽

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[graysturns]

this was so healing. i’m a changed person after this. thank you for fixing my life @gamermattsgf . the world is a better place now 🥹

[strawberrysturniolo-deactivated]

this is my baby daddy

[madssturniolo]

I wanna lick his collarbone.

[meerkatzthings]

god created men and sent matt sturniolo as an apology

HIS SMILE HES SO ??????,??

[vanteguccir]

Apocalypse | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Chris takes care of Y/N after they make love.

Warning: Mentions of sex, insecurities (?).

Requested?: Yes, by anon

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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The room was immersed in a comfortable gloom, lit only by the soft light from the aromatic candle next to the bed. The air was filled with a post-orgasm stillness, and the soft sound of Y/N and Chris' panting breaths was the only thing that broke the silence. They were lying on their backs, side by side, their intertwined hands resting between them as tingles ran through the limbs of their bodies.

Chris turned his head slightly, taking in Y/N's profile. Her face was slightly flushed, and her body still exuded warmth and satisfaction. With a low sigh, Chris slowly turned onto his side, resting his head on his hand, the sound of cotton sheets moving echoing briefly. His blue eyes roamed Y/N's body, tracing every curve, every line, taking note of the way her breasts, still slightly reddened by stimulation, rose and fell with each breath.

The boy couldn't contain himself and extended his free hand, letting his fingertips slide gently over her exposed shoulder, feeling her skin slightly sweaty and warm under his touch, a trail of goosebumps following right behind.

He began to silently count the moles on Y/N's collarbone, a soft smile curving his lips, he already knew the exact quantity and locations by heart, but he would never get tired of recounting them. Each dot was a constellation on her skin, each a unique mark that he adored.

Chris remained like that for a few minutes, just caressing and bathing in the sensations that the moment gave him, enjoying every second of the intimacy they shared.

"You're so pretty." He muttered silently, feeling a wave of emotion wash over him. Chris couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her by his side. "My pretty girl."

Chris can not seem to ever get enough of Y/N, no matter how many years they were in a relationship and how many times they had sex. The way her taste flooded his mouth when he got on his knees between her legs or the way her tight little pussy feels as she's wrapped around his cock always led him to feel new sensations.

Chris felt an almost obsessive fascination for her.

The boy leaned over and kissed Y/N's shoulder, a gesture of silent adoration, his still swollen and pink lips brushing her skin in a lingering caress.

"I'm so lucky." The brunette whispered again, feeling a shiver of pleasure run through his body when he felt her skin against his own. Every touch was a reminder of his love for her, a love that seemed to grow stronger every day.

Y/N finally turned her face towards him slowly, smiling a drunken smile, her eyes with dilated pupils and slightly reddened from the tears of pleasure shed minutes before observed him intently. She tilted her head down, sealing her lips over Chris's messy strands, breathing in the scent of sex and men's shampoo.

After long minutes, Chris slowly pulled away, touching the tip of his nose to his girl's, caressing the area in an eskimo kiss, before moving back and getting up from the bed carefully, not wanting to break the tender moment, smiling in amusement at the whine that escaped Y/N's throat with the lack of heat.

He headed to the bathroom and returned with a damp pink towel in hand. Sitting down next to Y/N, he used his free hand to snake the sensitive skin of her right leg, gripping her knee firmly - but carefully -, spreading her legs apart before beginning to gently clean the expanse of skin from her legs and between her thighs, with each movement an act of affection and devotion.

His eyes never left her face, watching her eyelashes caress her cheeks with each lazy blink.

A moan of complaint escaped Y/N's throat as the damp towel pressed against her sensitive core, her legs acting on automatically as they tried to close around Chris's wrist.

"Shh, I know, dove. It's almost over. 'Need to have you nice and clean, huh?" Chris murmured softly, his fingers sliding over the warm skin, pushing her legs apart again.

Y/N let out a small sigh, her body reacting to Chris's soft touch and words. He continued his work, his voice a tender whisper, muttering words of love.

Chris finished cleaning her and set the towel aside, leaning over her upper body between her still open legs, slowly lowering himself to place a soft kiss on her abdomen, his warm breath against the sensitive skin causing goosebumps to form in the area.

He stood up again, stroking the instep of her right foot with his thumb before walking slowly towards the bedside table, retrieving the bottle of water he always left there in case one of them woke up thirsty during the night.

"Come on, drink some, petal." Chris asked, turning back to Y/N and helping her sit up slightly, using his free hand to keep her in position. He brought the bottle to her lips, pressing the straw into her smooth, pink skin, watching her fondly as she took a few sips. "You need to hydrate."

Y/N looked up at him, her orbs shining with gratitude and love, innocently.

"Thank you, baby." Y/N spoke for the first time since her last orgasm, her voice soft and slightly hoarse from constant use. Chris smiled softly before turning around and placing the bottle back on the table.

"Can you walk?" He asked in a low tone, turning back to her and watching a small pout form on her lips, already knowing that she would fight against getting up from the bed at that moment. "I know you're tired, petal, but you have to pee. I'll carry you there, hm? It's gonna be quick, I promise."

"Okay."

Chris smiled satisfied, passing one arm under her straight knees and the other arm around the back of her shoulders, pulling her up, pressing their naked bodies together again.

His steps towards the bathroom were quick but careful, afraid of shaking Y/N's body too much and causing some discomfort. He raised his left arm, pressing his elbow awkwardly onto the light switch, illuminating the room before taking small steps to the toilet, carefully lowering Y/N onto the seat.

"D'you want me to get out, pretty?" The boy's soft, husky voice echoed through the bathroom, the echo making it sound louder than it should have been.

"No, stay here, please." Y/N shook her head, tilting her upper body tiredly so that she laid her head on Chris's exposed abdomen, resting her elbows at the base of her bent knees and resting the palms of her hands on her boyfriend's thighs, caressing the milky skin covered with small hairs with her fingers.

It didn't take long for her to finish, moving away from Chris momentarily so she could clean herself properly with the intimate wet wipe, watching from the corner of her eye as her boyfriend's arm reached for the toilet, the sound filling the room next to the running water in the bathroom faucet in the sink where Y/N washed her hands.

"C'mon, sweetheart, let's get you to bed." Chris whispered against the back of Y/N's head, sealing the area quickly before resting his right hand on the small of her back, guiding her back to the bedroom, making sure that she felt more comfortable walking, even though slowly.

Soon, the two found themselves lying on the double bed again. Chris adjusted his body on the mattress before gently pulling Y/N close, allowing her to snuggle into his chest, pressing her head against his bare chest and closing her hands in a gesture of prayer between her stomach and his.

The boy waited for her to stop moving and stabilize herself in a comfortable position before finally hugging her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and resting his left hand where they shoulders met while his right one found home on her hair, his fingers stroking the strands calmly and tenderly.

"Was I good?" Y/N's voice sounded muffled against Chris's chest, her tone suddenly small and vulnerable.

"What?" Chris stopped his caresses on her hair abruptly, frowning and pulling back slightly, searching his girl's eyes.

"Was I good tonight?" The serenity of the moment seemed almost ethereal, but, inside Y/N's eyes, a storm of doubts was beginning to form. The feeling of vulnerability after such intimate moments always took her by surprise, making her question whether she had been as good to Chris as he had been to herself.

"Baby, what- Of course you were good, amazing actually! You make me feel loved and wanted in a way I never thought possible. It's no wonder that if you hadn't stopped me after the fourth orgasm I would have continued for hours on end." A smirk grew on Chris's lips as he saw a reddish tone take over Y/N's cheeks in seconds, her twinkling eyes shyly lowering and focusing on his neck, playing nervously with her fingers against his belly. "Hey, I love you, okay?" Chris murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "More than words can express."

Y/N lips formed a pout, an embarrassed laugh escaping her lips as she felt Chris's hand that was on her back snake around her shoulder, caressing her cheek before having her snuggle closer to him.

"I love you more, Chris." She replied, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. "Thank you. For taking care of me."

"Always."

They stayed like that, hugging each other, the heat of their intertwined bodies filling the space around them. Chris continued to stroke Y/N's hair, each touch filled with love and care. He couldn't imagine a more perfect moment, a fuller feeling.

Finally, Y/N closed her eyes, feeling safe and loved in Chris's arms. He watched her for a while, admiring the serenity on her face before closing his eyes as well, letting the darkness fill his mind.

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And remember to treat people with kindness always!

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[graysturns]

soft chris >>>

[n6ptunova]

i’m sick and tired of him not being my boyfriend. SICK.

[melanch0lybby]

ok last tiktok ill post today but the grayson dolan/matt sturniolo girlie in me is foaming at the mouth

like omg- PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 😫🙏🏼🙏🏼

[graysturns]

HELLOOOOO MATT AND GRAY??

[solarsturniolo]

There are 4 sides to Matt Sturniolo. Let me introduce them to you.

1. Babygirl

2. Silly goose

3. Eepy

and finally,

4. SLUTTTTTT

[her-favorite-deactivated2024111]

THE CONSEQUENCES; M. STURNIOLO

MATT STURNIOLO X F!READER

warnings: SMUT, sub!matt/dom!reader, mommy kink, boring ending but i honestly just wanted to finish this bc this was one of those rare occasions where i actually finish writing something in one day 😭

a/n: the pics are boring but i was too lazy to make it look prettier - also it’s always “pink lingerie” on smuts and as an avid black clothing wearer, i’m gonna keep writing about black clothes

wc: 2,971

SYNOPSIS: Mindlessly stealing a pair of your discarded panties, Matt decided to use them to his advantage.. until someone interrupts him..

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Matt knew it was wrong; it was an invasion of privacy. But he couldn’t stop.

Ever since he found his best friends underwear in his bathroom after a shower, he didn’t know better than to take them at the time. It was after you had left and he did think of texting you, but something else got the better of him.

Now, almost every night, he lies in bed with the fabric in one hand and his dick in the other. Before he does it, he always tells himself that it’s a bad idea and that he needs to stop.. but he doesn’t want to. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel something more for you, anyway. Everything about you was intoxicating; and that’s how he ended up like that, laying in bed with your panties up to his nose.

The dark fabric was held tight in his grip as the bones in his hand became apparent. Moving the opposite palm against himself, Matt huffs out a groan as he keeps your private piece of clothing close to him.

It had only been a few minutes after you left. Matt made sure he heard the front door click close before throwing himself on his mattress and tugging down his pajama pants. He knew it was wrong, especially since you were just here… but the thought of you potentially wearing another pair of the panties he hid in his dresser drawer immediately got him going.

Bringing your underwear closer, something clicks in his mind. Pausing his movements, he takes the dark fabric in his right hand and wraps it around himself, experimentally stroking his hand with it. With a sharp inhale, his hand grows tighter as he moves it faster, desperate for release. His mind pictured you on top of him, the side of your panties scratching him slightly as you ride him. The thought of your hands resting on his stomach and your breasts bare as you hover above him drove him impossibly closer. He felt the fabric get stickier as seconds pass, too engrossed with the idea of you to care.

Too engaged with his movements and thoughts, his ears don’t pick up the sound of a door creaking, followed by footsteps. Letting out another groan, his back arches slightly, his wrist starting to grow tired. Though, he freezes once he hears his door click. With a sudden gasp, his eyes snap open and look toward his door. It was almost like you knew he was thinking of you because there you stood, frozen in place as you realized what you had just walked into.

“I-I’m so,” Matt starts, before a guttural moan interrupts him. Subconsciously squeezing his base, his eyes shut tightly, either from the sudden pleasure or because of how bad he wishes he could disappear from this situation. The girl he was just fantasizing about to get himself off was standing in front of him while he’s rubbing her panties against his dick.

“I’m so sorry, I-“ Matt begins again, too scared to even flinch as his body doesn’t move, hoping and wishing that the dark fabric covers as much as it could.

“Are those mine?” Were the first words to leave your mouth, shocking the man on the bed.

He stutters for a moment, before hesitantly nodding, knowing he had no other excuse to come up with (not that you’d believe him anyway). With a shaky breath, he swallows dryly, internally scolding and yelling at himself as he makes himself believe that now he’s just some perv to you. Stealing your underwear and using them to jerk off.. yeah, totally not weird, he sarcastically thinks to himself.

“How did you get them?” You continue, stepping a couple feet into his room and quietly shutting his door behind you. Matt’s eyes follow your movements, still shocked that his best friend caught him touching himself.

“Um,” he swallows, looking away from your prying eyes and down at his hands, only to realize his dominant one was still resting around his cock. Immediately pulling it away, he moves himself up against his headboard, digging his fingers into his silk sheets. “You left—”

“Put your hand back.” Your voice was stern as you took a few cautious steps forward, the front of your legs leaning against the foot of his bed. The confusion Matt felt was basically written on his face as he tries to process what you said to him. Your eyes followed the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, his jaw clenching.

“What?” He whispers, just barely audible in the room. His eyes meet yours, his pupils beginning to dilate.

“I’m not repeating myself, Matt.” You say, still cautious incase he denies you. The fleeting thought is quickly forgotten once he listens to you, wrapping his large hand around his dick. With your panties covering it, you couldn’t see the full thing, but you were more than surprised by his size. “Now, how did you get them?” You ask, never taking your eyes away from him, watching the way he slowly sinks into his mattress from your gaze.

“You, um, you left them in my bathroom a couple days ago when you got out of the shower.” Matt explains, his fingers itching to move as they rest against his base. His chest rose and fell heavily as his breathing became labored. “I was gonna give them back—” He tries to defend himself, but his words come out jumbled. The tips of his ears are a bright red, showing his embarrassment.

“But instead you’re using them to get off.” You finish his sentence, your lips mindlessly curling up once you see the way his face heats up as his body tenses.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know this is weird—”

“Keep going.”

Matt’s breathing hitches, his lips parting to ask you to repeat yourself before knowing better. He swallows heavily, beginning to follow your orders as he starts to move his hand. He was painfully hard by now. He always thought that if you’d ever catch him doing something like this, he’d immediately stop and apologize, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him needier. He always wondered what you’d be like if you both were to ever get together; would you be in control, would you be the one obeying him, would you be loud?

Exhaling harshly from the way his hand felt, Matt quickly purses his lips to stop any more sounds from leaving him. His eyes meet yours once he hears you tsk.

“I wanna hear you, Matt.” You say teasingly, leaning forward slightly to rest your hands on his shins. Matt whines as he watches you, his eyes thoughtlessly trailing down your neckline, centering in on your breasts. His hand speeds up, your panties still hanging around himself.

Propping yourself up on his bed, you sit between his legs, flickering your eyes from his movements and his face. Whimpers leave the boy’s lips as the knot inside his stomach grows tighter, the eye contact with you pulling him closer. Reaching forward, you take your underwear off of him, noticing the way his breath hiccups. Trailing your eyes over his entire body, you can’t deny how wet you were. Your best friend, and crush, was touching himself right in front of you.. to the thought of you.

His shirt still hung on his body, but it was pinched up enough to show his happy trail. “You look so pretty, Matt.” You mutter, bringing your hands up to hide under his shirt. He whines at your words, skin filling with goosebumps from your touch.

“Please,” he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut before looking down at you. Moans escape his pink lips as they grow dry, occasionally sticking his tongue out to wet them.

“Please what, baby?” You smirk, your hands still roaming his soft skin. His ears flourish redder as his humiliation grows, faux-irritated whines leaving his mouth.

“Please touch me.” Matt mutters, his back subtly arching from the name you called him. His hand never stopped as it went faster, but all he wanted was your touch. He knew that as soon as your hand came in contact with him, he’d be a goner.

“I am touching you, Matt.” You reply, the teasing tone in your voice evident. The smile on your face told Matt what you were doing, already sick of your teasing and you’ve barely done anything yet.

With another pitiful whimper, he chokes out, “please, mommy, I need you to touch my cock.” His blunt response surprises you, halting your movements. Once he realizes what slipped from his lips, his eyes widen as they meet yours. “Fuck, I, I’m so—”

“You need mommy, baby?” You tease him with his own words, moving closer to him. With a harsh swallow, Matt nods and starts to move his cramping hand away from himself. Following his lead, you wrap your hand around his dick, starting your movements slow. After a few seconds, you reach away, not without a loud whine from the man underneath you, and reach under your shirt to pull it off. The complaint from Matt immediately stops once he notices what you’re doing, his eyes wandering your body. Throwing the fabric on the floor, you lean forward and wrap your hands around him, stroking up and down. In your position, your arms push together, protruding your breasts forward.

Matt’s mouth opens in silent pleasure, his eyes ranging from between your boobs and your face. With his cock facing you, it was ultimately the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

“You’re so big, Matt. Taking it so good.” You say seductively, your hands never stopping their motion. Matt moans at your words, not only stroking his ego, but simultaneously striking that perfect cord inside of him. The piercing knot inside of his stomach became tighter and tighter, begging to be released.

“Fuck, I’m gonna,” Matt moans, his nails digging into his soft sheets. “Please mommy,” he whines, breathing heavy. Looking down at you, noticing your nod and raking his eyes over your position was his last straw. Arching his back as the band inside of him breaks, his breath hitches before a guttural moan leaves his lips, watching his cum drip down the crevice of your breasts, and just barely hitting the bottom of your chin.

“Did so good, sweetheart. Such a good boy.” Your words make him shudder, his cock already stiffening. Once his eyes open, he looks back down at you, gaping at the way you bring your hands up to your mouth to lick off the remaining taste of him. His breathing was still erratic, his chest heaving. You reach down to stick your thumbs into the waistband of your pants, pulling them down and discarding them on the floor beside you. A smile grows wide on your lips once you hear Matt’s breath audibly hitch. An almost identical pair to the panties he stole were tight-fitted around you, securing Matt’s suspicions.

“You like these, huh?” You ask rhetorically, your hands coming down to rest on your thighs, knowing how much it teased him from the longing look in his eyes. With a nod in response, you lean forward and press your palms underneath his shirt again. “You liked them so bad you had to keep some for yourself.” You mutter, your hands slowly bringing the loose fabric up as your hands move towards his shoulders.

As Matt’s cheeks tint pink, soft whines leave his lips from your teasing. Your touch alone shot electricity through his body, an insatiable need for you never satisfied. “I need you, mommy.” He whispers, his voice small as his hands reach for your thighs. His fingers dig into the plush skin, marking small crescent moon-shaped patterns on it.

“I know, sweetheart.” You coo, your hands reaching the top of his torso. “Can I take this off, baby?” With a quick nod from the man underneath you, your hands un-loop his arms through his shirt, throwing it somewhere neither of you cared about in the moment. You run your hands over his soft stomach, making a shiver pass through his spine. Chuckling softly at his reaction, you lean back and begin to strip yourself of your underwear. Straddling his lap, your bare center glides along his, resulting in his hands gripping your hips tightly.

“Fuck, mama,” Matt whines, inhaling sharply through his nose. You can tell he’s sore, but still so desperate for more. His tip was painfully red, the vein that made its way along the underside of his cock making itself apparent. Who knew it was so easy to get him so riled up..

“You gonna keep being my good boy, Matt?” You lean forward and rest your palms on his chest, subconsciously pushing your breasts together. With his eyes flickering between your chest and face, he nods, his Adam’s apple stuttering. “Words.”

“Yes, mommy, I’ll be your good boy.” He mumbles, as if he was shy to proclaim how much of a hold you had over him. Giving him the benefit of the doubt for now, you prop yourself up so you can sink down on him. Wincing slightly once he fits inside you, you take deep breaths as you lower yourself down. With a pitiful groan escaping the man, his eyes shut forcefully, his chest moving as erratic as it was before. With incoherent mumbles leaving his pink lips, sighs and moans interrupt him as he feels your walls clench around him.

Once you’ve grown accustomed to his size, you begin moving, watching his reaction. Bright blue eyes meet yours once they snap open from your sudden movements. “Faster, please,” he whines, his nails never relenting their violence against your skin. “Mommy, I cant—”

Before he can finish his sentence, you grab your panties that were lying beside you on the bed and stuff them into his mouth. With a moan from Matt, he looks up at you with the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. That look alone could’ve made you cave.

“Since you don’t wanna shut up,” you bring yourself down on him harsher, eliciting a muffled groan from him. “I can make you.” Your fingers move away from his mouth, letting the now-wet fabric rest between his lips. A pathetic whine escapes him, his noises still being wavered by your underwear. Reaching up behind you, you quickly undo your bra clasp, sighing at the relief before throwing it behind you. As soon as you feel his palms creep up your sides, your hands envelope his wrists and pin them above his head. You knew how bad he wanted to touch you and you knew how bad you wanted to see him crumble.

“Did I say you could touch me, baby?” You ask, your hips never stopping as they move up and down on him. With a shake of his head, you notice the tears start to form in his eyes. “Are you gonna cry, sweetheart? This too much?” Your question was obviously rhetorical, not looking for a genuine answer, but Matt nodded anyway. With a hot tear rolling down the side of his face, a guttural moan shakes him when he feels you squeeze around him roughly. “You can take it.” You mutter, feeling that familiar tug inside you.

Matt’s words come out jumbled as he desperately tries to speak, your mind bidding them incoherent babbles. You could tell he was close again by the way he tensed up and how his hips occasionally thrusted upwards.

Leaning your forehead down, you rest it against his, your breath fanning against his open mouth. Pulling away one of your hands from his, you trail it down to remove the fabric from his lips. As your breaths collided, you both ached more and more for release.

“Feels so good, mommy.” His voice is small and hoarse, but he tries his best to let you know how good you’re making him feel.

“Yeah? Good.” With a soft response, you hesitate for a moment before leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. Without a second of thinking, Matt immediately cooperates, sucking your bottom lip sharply. Moaning softly into the kiss, you lick along his top lip, pushing into his mouth once he grants you permission.

Pulling away with a sharp inhale, your eyes slam shut as your forehead rests back against his. His hips thrust forward, hitting that perfect spot inside you, just seconds away from giving in.

“Wanna make you feel good, mommy.” He whispers, his eyes taking in your reaction. He continues his movements, getting off on your pleasure. As you both draw closer and closer to your climax, your breathing gets heavy as your eyes are kept on Matt. He holds it with you, making that band inside you snap. Moaning from the sudden pressure, your mouth opens in silent pleasure. Matt follows quickly, his breath hitching as he finishes for the second time that night.

After a few moments, you both have regulated your breathing and your head rests against his chest. Once you’ve gathered up the strength, you lean up and off of him, clenching your jaw before you throw yourself down on his bed next to him. Taking a second before looking over at him, you realize that he was already staring at you, silently wondering to yourself how someone can look so beautiful with tearstained cheeks.

“Hi.” You exhale, the both of you laughing softly.

“Hey.” Matt whispers, his eyes still taking in your state. Had anyone told him hours ago that he’d just had sex with his best friend, and crush, he would’ve scoffed and denied it. But now, as he sat naked beside you, he couldn’t be happier.

Who would’ve thought stealing your panties would lead to this?

[h3arts4harry]

chris is that fucking pirate girl shirt will be the death of me.

[dazednmatthews-deactivated20240]

as a dolan twin vet, the similarities i see between them and the triplets are astonishing. i don’t even think people realize that the worse they act or project on to the triplets, the greater chance of them doing exactly what the twins did is.

disappearing off the face of the earth to have peace of mind and to not have immense pressure on them. the way some of yall act is actually so fucking concerning. the death threats to any woman that stands in a 10 foot radius of the triplets, the constant rumors you all force on to matt and put him in, the ridiculous claim you guys seem to have over chris, the often and glossed over disrespect of nick; it’s pathetic to be honest.

how y’all are never happy, with literally anything that they do. and i’m not talking abt the discourse abt whether or not the wednesday ranking vids are funny or little shit like that, i’m talking abt the intro, the bitching and complaining abt how many times they post, complaining abt vlogs or complaining abt car videos.

and if the triplets ever did decide they were done and wanted to disappear i wouldn’t even fucking blame them. y’all have GAWT to unclench. fuck remembering that they’re grown men, you need to remember they are HUMAN! there’s a diff between constructive criticism which i think should always be appreciated vs just finding shit to complain abt.

anyways rant over like i warned u bitches jus watch ur gonna drive them right off the internet and ruin it for everyone

[graysturns]

𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕? | 𝕔.𝕤.

1.5k+ words

note: hey guys :) this should be short and sweet but i hope you like it anyways. i love soft chris! also last pic is me on my period and that’s why i wrote this + i hate rachel

warnings: none i think just me hating my coworker

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long as you dreaming bout me ain’t no problem,

i don’t got nobody, just with you right now,

11:47 pm

my phone buzzes twice, causing it to brightly light up in its spot right by my face.

“ughh, leave me alone!” i groan, tossing it to chris’ side of the bed.

“what is it baby?” chris walks into our room, shutting the door quietly and placing a water bottle on my nightstand. he sits beside me and rubs my back slowly.

“rachel from work wants me to cover her shift tomorrow. something about ACT testing.”

he raises an eyebrow at me. “isn’t that something you would request the day off for? y’know like, in advance?”

“that’s what i said.” i roll my eyes before proceeding.

“i already told her no, but she keeps insisting because i’m the only person off tomorrow.”

chris leans over to grab my phone, unlocking it and putting it on do not disturb.

“it’s about time you have a day off. they’ve been putting you on the schedule every day now.” he sighs, combing his fingers through my hair.

“i know. and today was shit.” i huff out.

“do you wanna talk about it?” chris watches me intently.

“i just don’t wanna complain too much.”

“baby, i looove hearing you complain. it’s like, my favorite part of every day.” he taunts.

“only if you insist,” i sit up and smile cheekily at him.

he repositions himself so he sits across from me, pulling his knees up under his chin.

“talk to me sweetheart,” he grabs my hand, kissing my knuckles.

“so i clock in, and right away i’m being told to get on the espresso machine. my manager was supposed to work alongside me but she kept getting pulled away for manager things so i was doing both positions at our station, which is fine, but during a rush it can be a lot.” i start to ramble.

“and the second she gets back, i get the feeling that i started my period! and i completely forgot about it because i’ve been so busy, so i didn’t have any tampons on me,” i continue.

chris drops my hand and reaches into his hoodie pocket, revealing a bottle of pamprin.

“i actually got the notification earlier from your period app, so i brought these upstairs.” he smiles to himself, opening the bottle and shaking a couple tablets out on my palm.

“chris, thank you!” i exclaim, popping them in my mouth and taking a sip of the water.

“of course babe, i got you.” he pokes my stomach.

“so what else happened?” he asks me.

“well after that it slowed down a little. but the whole coffee shop was a mess after the rush and since we were closing, we had to deep clean everything. i’m just so sore and i want to die,”

“i get it, babe. did you shower yet?”

“the second i got home. fucking rachel spilled a pitcher of cold brew on my thigh and i was so sticky.”

he nods with a slight smile, moving his body up against the headboard.

he laid back in his spot and motioned me over to lay on his chest.

“fucking rachel.” he tsks while rubbing my back.

“why do you hate her so much anyways?” he drops his head to look at me.

“well, do you remember that one day you came through the drive through right before my shift ended? you were picking me up and decided to get a drink.”

he thinks for a moment, “mhm?”

“well she was working the window, and she came to tell us all there was a hot guy outside. basically telling the girls to come look,”

“yeah i remember a few girls came by, pretending to stock cups or something. that’s rachel?”

my lips drew a tight line.

“remember how she had you pull into a parking spot, saying they’d bring the drink out to you?”

“mhm?” he asks again.

“well, she decided to write her number down on a slip of paper and hoped to give it to you on her way out, along with your coffee. i left before her, so while i was getting settled in the car, she was walking up to you trying to rizz you up.”

his mouth forms an ‘o’.

“what a sneaky bitch!” he chuckles.

i roll my eyes at him.

“chris it’s not funny. my coworker wants to fuck you.”

“well it’s never gonna happen, sweetheart. she’s insane if she thinks that.”

i mess with the drawstring on his hoodie, picking at the plastic end.

“it’s just frustrating. she’s been doing little things to mess with me, since the moment she saw us together in your car. like today with the cold brew, that was fully on purpose.”

he sighs, patting the back of my head. “why don’t you just quit? you don’t need to work.”

“chris, you can’t pay for everything,” i sigh, dropping the thin rope.

“i actually can. besides, i’d much rather have you here at home, happy and free to do what you want with all that extra time.”

i smile up at him, lightly running my nails across his stubble.

“you’re too sweet to me, but i can’t let you financially support me chris. we aren’t even married.”

this time, he rolls his eyes at me.

“so what? we already live together. you’re my shawty or whatever the kids say,” he laughs, picking up a strand of my hair, tickling my nose with the end.

“the kids in 2009, and don’t say that ever again, chris.” i snort.

“no but seriously. i know how much you hate this job. and fucking rachel.” he smirks.

“i’ll apply to a few different places in the morning. and we’ll go from there.”

“no, y/n.” he grabs my hand, holding it between us.

“it’s making you miserable, you can quit now and i’ll hold things down until you find something else.”

“chris, i already told you, it’s not fair to you. you’re not my husband, and you don’t need to provide for me.”

he looks to the ceiling for a moment, pondering.

chris faces me again, grabbing hold of my cheeks. “wanna get married?”

“married? chris i-i’d marry you in an instant but not for this reason. you can’t be-“

he pulls away from me and leans over his side of the bed, digging through his nightstand.

turning to face me, he opens his fist to reveal a ring.

what the hell? i sit up quickly.

“y/n.” he holds the ring up.

“i’ve been wanting to do this for a while. i know my timing may not be ideal, but i hate the fact that i’m not your husband, and i hate the fact that you won’t let me take care of you. married or not, i’m always going to be here to take care of you, to help you, to love on you, especially when you’re having a day like today.” chris takes my hands in his, holding the ring on his fingertip.

“..but i’d really rather be married to you and do all those things.”

“chris, you don’t mean..” i begin.

“don’t act all surprised now.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“you know i love you, we’ve talked about getting married someday. i think we should just do it sooner than later.”

“chris, i don’t know what to say. i want to marry you, i just don’t think it should be because i hate my job.”

“it’s not because of that. i’ve been planning this, if i wasn’t then there wouldn’t be a ring here. what do you think?”

“holy fuck, chris.” i take his hand and open it, placing my left one in his palm.

“let’s get married.” i smile up at him.

he slides the ring on and tackles me into a hug, causing us both to fall backwards on the bed.

“i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you!” he chants while peppering kisses all over my face.

short, sweet kisses turn into a long, heated make out that gets interrupted by three dings from my phone.

“did you not see me turn your phone on do not disturb?” chris huffs out.

“i swear to god if it’s rachel..” i pause, leaning over to pick up my phone.

“she did that ‘notify anyway’ thing. she’s insisting i cover for her tomorrow.”

my phone starts to buzz in my hand, causing chris’s head to snap in its direction.

“absolutely not!” he grabs the phone and clicks it off, throwing it on the other side of the bed.

“fucking rachel. someone needs to punch her in her throat.” he says jokingly.

“h-hello?” a small voice escapes my phone.

“shit, chris i thought you declined the call!” i lunge for the device, end the call and turn the phone off.

“do you think she heard me?” he asks, wide eyed, with a smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

“i don’t care, i’m quitting that job anyways. i have a husband now.’ i beam at him, waving my hand in his face.

“hell yeah you do!” he places his hands on my waist and brings me back down to him.

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hope u liked it 🤍 also this is dedicated to rachel i hate u please quit so i don’t have to! just kidding that’s mean! (i’m not)

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[6ix9inewiturmom]

Chris’ smile will always be my favorite thing about him.

[chrissturnslovergirlx]

my cute squishy baby boy with his cute squishy smile and his cute squishy face

[iluvmattsbeard]

MEOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW 😩

[75sturn]

y’all i have to confess something… this is honestly so hard to talk about, but i am deeply, DEEPLY in desperate need of matt’s dick being rammed so far down my throat 😔 i’m so sorry to be the one to tell u guys but i just don’t think i can go one more day without him fucking my tonsils. i try to live life normally, but i can’t keep pretending like my lack of gag reflex wouldn’t absolutely stun that boy. just one time i wish i could get away from these thoughts in my head, about physically holding back my tears from him gripping the back of my head and shoving it down on his cock. i hope y’all understand how heartbreaking & difficult this was for me to say, love you all and thank u sm for ur support during this time 🙏🏼💔