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Hey whores, I’m angel and I'm here for a good time. I’m not writing silly little stories as my full-time job so if I'm not always active don't be alarmed and don’t pressure me.
Also I’m not your mother, don’t expect me to shield minors from content they’re going to find a way to get to anyway. I have warnings on all of my fics and that is up to you as an individual to decide whether or not it’s right for you.
Requests: open
What I will write about:
Matt Sturniolo (any aspect)
Chris Sturniolo (any aspect)
Nick Sturniolo (platonic)
What I won’t write about:
Nick w/ a woman
Matt or Chris w/ a man
Nick sexually (as a woman I don’t like writing mlm)
Incest (this should be a given)
Y/n (I use fem!oc’s)
I think that's all for now and I hope you guys have fun <3
hey y’all, as u can probably guess from my disappearance from tumblr i am not feeling writing rn. i’ve kinda lost touch w the triplets and i’m barely keeping up w their videos now which is nothing against them, i’m just not feeling it atm. my writing is going to be put on hold for the time being and idk when i’ll get back into it but i’ll lyk if i’m feeling like writing anytime soon. thank u for all the love and support, i’ll be on here from time to time bc i still love this community regardless <3
are their any fellow metalheads in this fandom?? bc i feel like i stick out like a sore thumb being the only mf who has grown men screaming and growling in my ears at all times 👩🦯
Hey guys! I actually spent long minutes staring at these reblogs and debating whether it was worth responding and talking about or not. But as I'm not the type to take hate and keep quiet, I decided to talk about it.
First of all, Reia, you really seem like a person who doesn't read many fanfics for the way you put it in your text, so I'll explain the meaning of the word. Fanfic, short for "fan fiction", is a story written by a fan based on characters, universes, or real people (like the triplets). Fans create their own narratives, expanding or reimagining everything, creating their own version, which in real life does not exist OR me, as a writer, I often draw inspiration from real-life events too.
And yes, you and Evangeline are trying to be "fanfic police" and even "sturniolo police", if you scroll through the thousands of Sturniolo Triplets fanfics, you will come across A LOT where Matt, Nick or Chris go through situations of anxiety attack, panic attack, OR where the "reader" herself goes through this, sometimes even involving situations way worse than that. Furthermore, there's thousands of fanfics describing explicit sex scenes with them, the famous smuts, does that bother you too? Because in the world of someone who writes a FANFIC in here, it doesn't.
And yes, I was indeed writing about the meet and greet situation, and this was nothing new to ANYONE in the fandom WHO READS THE FANFICS HERE. I even made a post the day before ASKING who would like to read the idea, and you want to know the news? All 200 people who voted wanted it.
I understand that you feel this story is disrespectful FOR YOU, especially because it touches on a real-life situation that may be sensitive or painful for some people. I want to assure you that it was never my intention to cause harm or disrespect anyone involved in that situation.
I myself am diagnosed with chronic anxiety, and even so, I didn't feel affected by the way I wrote. In fact, I described how I feel during MY anxiety attacks.
In no way did I make fun of the situation Matt went through, in fact, my intention in writing this story was to explore Matt's complexity and show how he deals with real problems, such as anxiety. It was a way to give more depth to his situation during the tour and highlight the importance of the emotional support he receives from "Y/N". It was not my intention to mock him, but rather to explore his humanity and the challenges he faced, and I know with all the certainty in the world that I did not mock him, much less affect the people who read the story.
Please, I ask you to reevaluate the need to throw hate at a person who has nothing to do with your outside the box opinions of what WRITERS ON THE STURNIOLO'S TUMBLR should or shouldn't write about.
There are thousands of posts on Instagram and TikTok from "fans" really mocking Matt and throwing hate at him about "their bad experiences" during one of the shows, these are the people you should be giving a piece of your mind to, not me. 🩷
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matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths.
warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries, smut, oral (male!receiving)
word count: 6.1k
a/n: shits getting HEATED Y'ALL HAHAAA
pov: layla
After watching Matt clear out the bottom drawer in his dresser and neatly fold every item before placing them in the drawer, we sat on his bed while we waited for Nick and Chris to get home. I fiddled with the rings on his fingers as I laid between his legs, his stomach against my back while his chin sat on my head. He was watching YouTube on his TV and I didn't pay attention to what it was as I spun the rings on his fingers, focusing on anything but the pain in my back and the weight on my chest of having to go back home.
"Where's your phone and bag?" he suddenly asked and I pursed my lips, adjusting my head so it was laying against his chest more comfortably.
"I left my shit at home. I took a random bag with the shit I needed because I didn't know them so I didn't want them going through my stuff," I explained and he hummed, the vibrations of his voice flowing through me, "I don't wanna go back home but if I wait too long then it will just make my dad even more mad."
"We'll figure it out baby," he said softly before he kissed the top of my head, "Come to the game and you can stay the night again. We'll deal with it tomorrow."
"Everyone's gonna see me like this at the game," I mumbled, being reminded of the gash in my face that would be impossible to hide.
"I think they're gonna notice the fact you're walking in with me more than the cut on your face," he answered with a light-heartedness in his tone making a smile break out on my face.
"Cocky much," I giggled as his hands fell away from mine and he wrapped his arms around my torso.
He leaned down, kissing my temple before he whispered in my ear, "You love it."
I closed my eyes as he gently squeezed my hips, kissing and biting the skin beneath my ear. I grabbed his forearms, pushing his hands off of me as I leaned forward. I spun around, kneeling on either side of his body as I sat down on his thighs before I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his again. His hands found their way to my ass, squeezing it roughly as he pulled my hips down to his. I began swivelling my hips against his until I realised moving my hips back and forth hurt my lower back too much.
"Wait," I whimpered as I pulled back and looked down at his puffy lips with his glassy eyes full of worry, "It just hurts my back to do that."
"Hold onto me," he whispered, gently kissing my lips again as I kept my arms around his neck and he sat up away from the headboard. He slowly flipped us around so he knelt between my legs and my head was placed gently on the pillows, "This better?"
"Mhm," I hummed as I smiled up at him, pulling his back down to kiss him again. He rolled his hips into mine making me gasp at the friction and he smirked against me, continuing his movements as his tongue slid past my teeth.
I whined into his mouth as he pressed against me further, bringing his right hand to my tank top and teasingly pulling it down my chest. He bit my bottom lip before moving his lips away from mine, trailing kisses down my jaw and neck before he kissed along my collarbones. He trailed down my chest and I moved my hands to his hair, his fingertips warm on my bare skin as he pulled my tank top down further. He sucked and bit across my boobs as I sighed at the sensation, looking down to see a few small bruises already forming on my pale skin.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was swung open and Chris yelped while holding his hands out in front of him, "Alright, chill out!"
"This is my room idiot, get the fuck out!" Matt yelled back as he quickly pulled my tank top back up and I covered my chest with my arms, my face heating as Chris furrowed his eyebrows.
"I'm not getting out because we gotta go," Chris rolled his eyes, walking further into the room as Matt moved back from leaning over me, my legs still on either side of his waist.
"What?" Matt asked, confusion clear in his voice as he grabbed my left ankle, pulling my leg over his head so he could sit to the left of me. The sight of him ducking under my leg made me giggle because he could've easily just knelt over my legs to sit beside me.
"It's quarter to four already. Get your asses up we gotta go!" Chris clapped his hands twice to try to hurry us up as he picked a hoodie up from Matt's floor, "And stop stealing my shit."
"Get out dude," Matt rolled his eyes and Chris rolled his eyes back as he trudged out of the room, closing the door behind him. Matt rubbed a hand over his face before grumbling, "Fuck."
"I'll take care of that later," I glanced down at his now half-hard dick before I leaned forward, placing a kiss on his cheek and getting off of the bed, ignoring the ache between my legs as much as possible.
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Nick decided he would come along since it was their last game and he knew this was a big deal for his brothers as well as Nate. I chewed on my bottom lip nervously, running a hand over the cut on my face which Chris had placed butterfly tape on before we left. I tried to cover the bruise on my face as best as I could with the makeup Matt had bought me but if you looked close enough it was still noticeable.
I decided to wear the white long-sleeved shirt that Matt had bought for me earlier and I kept on the dark blue sweatpants I stole from him earlier. I also decided to wear the black zip-up hoodie and I kept the hood on to hide my face. I underestimated the cold weather because the moment we stepped out of the car, I shivered from the breeze.
"Layls!" I heard Allie call out and I walked to the front of the car to see we had parked to the right of Nate's car, both Nate and Mia jumping out of it.
"Hey," I said quietly, noticing the way she looked at my face in worry.
"Are you okay? What happened?" she quickly walked over to me and I let my mouth hang open, realising I didn't have a lie to come up with.
I decided I would go with the lie I told Matt's mother and I mumbled, "Some guys jumped me when I was walking home yesterday. I'm fine really."
"What the fuck?" Nate furrowed his eyebrows as he walked towards me with his duffle bag on his shoulder, clearly overhearing my explanation to Allie, "Who were they?"
"I don't know. I didn't even have anything on me so they didn't steal anything," I shrugged, nervous at their slight interrogation but I knew it was out of concern. Mia didn't say anything to me, instead she walked to the back of Matt's car from where he and Chris were getting their duffle bags from.
"Shit, I'm sorry that happened, Layls," he gave me a sympathetic look and I shrugged, trying to brush it off.
"It's okay. We're here for you guys. Don't worry about me," I gave him a half-hearted smile before I turned around to see Matt walking towards me, Mia following behind me as she talked.
"Hey Matty," Mia tapped his shoulder and he waited till he stood next to me to turn around to look at her, "Can I have your jacket? It's really cold."
"Nope," Matt answered blandly and I pursed my lips, pride filling me at his bluntness with her.
"What? You always give me your jacket," Mia's face twisted into a frown and Matt raised his eyebrows.
"I figured you would learn that you need a jacket by now. You're not getting mine. Besides," he said as he locked the car after Chris closed the trunk of the car and walked towards us, "I'm giving it to my girlfriend."
At the same time, all five of them made their shocked and confused sounds making me snicker to myself.
"You guys are actually dating? When did this happen?" Allie asked me excitedly as she tugged on the sleeve of my hoodie and I looked at her with my eyebrows raised.
"Like 3 hours ago," I chuckled as she jumped excitedly making me laugh at her.
"You failed to tell us this the entire way here!" Nick looked at us in shock and I smiled awkwardly as I shrugged.
"Figured it was easier to tell you all at the same time," Matt shrugged, swinging his arm over my shoulder and I leaned on his shoulder as more cars pulled into the car park.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Mia rolled her eyes, pure annoyance in her voice.
"I'm not doing this right now, Mia," Matt deadpanned and she scoffed, looking out into the car park.
"I'm gonna go talk to Dan," Mia mumbled before she spun around and walked towards the car that I saw Dan get out of moments ago. I could tell she wanted to argue but I think she held it in for the sake of Matt, knowing they had to be focused on the game.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me!" Chris threw his hands up as he began walking towards the building making me giggle at how dramatic he could be. We all followed behind him and I glanced back to see Mia death-staring me from where she leant against Dan's car.
I ignored her as we made our way inside, surpassing the lobby before we went inside the rink. The freezing air made me shiver once again and we reached the stairs where Allie and I were going to sit causing all of us to stop.
Nick and Allie both hugged Chris and Nate, wishing them good luck and I gave Nate a fist bump. Chris held his fist up to me for a fist bump and I furrowed my eyebrows with a smirk, pushing his hand out of the way before I wrapped my hands around his shoulders. I heard him let out a breathy chuckle before he carefully wrapped his hands around my back.
I pulled away, my hood falling off of my head as I looked at him, "Good luck."
"Thanks, Layls," Chris said as he ruffled my hair and I swatted his hand away before he laughed and made his way to the locker room. Allie and Nick then hugged Matt as I looked at Nate.
"You're not pissed at me anymore?" I asked cautiously and he smiled, shaking his head.
"If Matt's over it then so am I," he said and I gave him a smile as I nodded.
"Good luck out there. Don't fall on your ass," I said quietly and he shoved my shoulder back as he chuckled before he walked away. Nick and Allie had finished talking to Matt and they made their way up the stairs as I turned to look at Matt. People began filing past us and I pulled the hood back onto my head, feeling self-conscious from their stares of judgement.
"Hey," Matt said grabbing my chin for me to look at him, "You okay?"
"I should be asking you that," I raised my eyebrows and he smiled, running his thumb along my cheek.
"You said that last time," he pointed out and I smiled at the memory before I nodded.
"And I'm still correct," I shrugged and he moved his hand away from my face. I looked at him in confusion as he slid the duffle back off of his shoulder, placing it to his right before he slid off his letterman jacket, "Matt-"
"Shut up. I can tell how cold you are, pretty girl," he mumbled as he swung the jacket over my shoulders. I sighed, sliding my arms into the sleeves and he smiled at me, picking up his bag and placing it on his shoulder again, "Besides, I want everyone to know who you're here for."
"Okay fuck off and go win this game for me then," I smiled up at him and he put his cold fingers under the layers of clothes I had, gripping my waist as I leaned up to whisper in his ear, "It's your turn to get surprised later if you do."
"Oh my god," he mumbled as I kissed his jaw before I pulled back, "Good luck kiss?"
"If I give you a kiss will you go after?" I asked, knowing he needed to go get changed by now and he hummed, nodding his head. I rolled my eyes playfully before I placed my lips against his. He hummed against me, attempting to slide his tongue between my lips but I knew he'd get carried away so I didn't let him. I pulled back, looking up at him with a dopey smile. I pecked his lips once more before I said, "Go. You need to focus."
"Yes ma'am," he nodded, unravelling his hands from around my waist before he walked away to the locker rooms. I pursed my lips, spinning around and making my way up the stairs to join Nick and Allie.
“I’m not over this!” Allie squealed as I sat down to her right and I rolled my eyes, pulling Matt’s jacket around me tighter. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mia ascending the stairs before she stopped beside me.
“Can you move?” she asked, her tone bitchy now that Matt wasn’t here and I just stared at her with a blank expression, “I sit next to Allie.”
“Maybe you should’ve got here faster then,” I deadpanned, not bothering to give her the time of day as I looked back at the rink in front of me.
“Can you just not be a bitch and move?” she questioned, her whiny voice made me cringe.
I didn’t bother looking at her as I replied, “Take a look in the mirror before you start calling me a bitch.”
“Layls,” Nick mumbled my name and I looked at him with a questioning look, “Sit between me and Allie. We have shit to talk.”
I bit the inside of my lip for a moment before I nodded. I didn’t want to give Mia the satisfaction of moving but Nick was much nicer about it and I knew I wanted to talk to Nick more since out of our the whole group of friends I’d spent the least amount of time with him.
Nick shuffled left to create space between Allie and him which I gladly sat down in. Mia happily sat beside Allie before she pulled her phone out of the white puffer jacket that looked too big for her.
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I never knew I could be so stressed watching a sport but I finally understood why NFL games got so intense. This was nothing compared to the Superbowl, I was well aware of that, but I also knew that this meant so much to Matt, Chris and Nate and now me. I was practically ripping the skin around my nails in anticipation.
In the last third, both teams were at 4 points each and as they skated around the ice quickly, I held my breath the whole time. I don't think I'd ever seen my friends so focused on anything in their life and I was watching in awe at how quickly they moved.
There were only 2 minutes left and I knew they wouldn't want to go overtime so these last 2 minutes meant everything. My eyes couldn't keep up with the puck as it glided across the ice and Allie was gripping onto the bench we were sitting on. Nick was biting his nails nervously as Mia held her phone up to record the end of the game. I was leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, cracking my knuckles as they made it to the right half of the rink.
I glanced up at the clock that read only 45 seconds left as I mumbled to myself, "Come on guys."
"They have to fucking make this," Allie tilted her head in anticipation and watched as they rounded the back of the net with the puck. The goalie was practically lying on the floor to block the puck as much as possible and I watched as Matt hit the puck towards Chris who attempted to shoot it into the net. It hit the pole and rebounded as everyone around us groaned.
Nate swooped in and hit it back to Chris before the opposing team could get it. Suddenly, Chris hit it again at lightning speed and this time it didn't hit the pole. Instead, it went directly into the net and the horn blared to signal that it was the end of the game.
All four of us jumped out of our seats, cheering with pure excitement and pride. The entire team skated onto the ice and they huddled around, a few of them almost falling over as they threw their gloved hands up in victory. I could barely spot Nate, Chris and Matt as their team surrounded them but I was so full of joy that I turned to Nick instead.
"There's no fucking way they just did that!" I yelled and Nick laughed at my excitement. I could tell he was equally as proud, if not prouder, but he kept his excitement at bay unlike Allie, Mia and I.
"Let's go!" Allie's hand suddenly gripped mine and I was pulled down the stairs, Mia leading us as Nick trailed behind me. We made our way around the rink towards where they got on the ice, ignoring everywhere staring at us. We waited as the losing team trudged out of the gate and went to the lockers with disappointment written on their faces until Matt's team began getting off the ice. I stayed back as Allie, Mia and Nick congratulated the rest of the team but I looked back to the centre of the ice where Nate, Chris and Matt were trailing behind with pure joy on their faces.
As soon as Matt stepped off of the ice, I practically lunged at him and he chuckled as I wrapped my hands around his torso. I heard Allie, Mia and Nick praising our friends but I just left my head on Matt's chest.
"You would think he's the one who got the winning shot," I heard Chris's sarcastic voice chirp up and I pursed my lips, pulling away from Matt as I turned around to look at him, "I don't even get a congrats?"
"Fuck off," I rolled my eyes with a smile before I stepped towards him, hugging him around his torso as well. I left my head on his chest for a moment before I mumbled, "Proud of you, kid."
"Thanks, Layls," he chuckled and I pulled away from him, looking up at him since the skates made him a lot taller. He ruffled my hair once again and I furrowed my eyebrows, pushing his arm away in annoyance. I turned to Nate last as Nick turned to Chris to give him a hug.
"I guess you can have a hug too," I rolled my eyes as the sarcasm rolled off of my tongue and Nate chuckled. I hugged his torso, the layers of clothes making him feel bigger than he was, "Good job."
"Thanks," he responded quietly and I looked up at him, my arms still around his torso.
I furrowed my eyebrows as he gave me a half-hearted smile before I asked, "You okay?"
"Yeah. Just a stressful game," he shrugged and I let my arms unravel from around him before Mia spoke up.
"Let's go celebrate!" she cheered happily and I turned around to see she had her arm around Matt's torso. I felt a pang of jealousy run through me but I kept my cool so I looked up at Matt.
"I agree," I raised my eyebrows as I wrapped my right arm around Nate's shoulders, "Let's celebrate, guys."
I knew Matt could tell what I was doing because he smirked before he, Chris and Nate walked towards the locker rooms. I spun on my heels and started making my way to the exit of the building with Allie, Mia and Nick trailing behind me.
The cold air nipped at my face and I slid my hood back on my head as I leaned against the brick wall beside the entrance. Allie, Mia and Nick engaged themselves in conversation as I just listened. I looked over to my left to see a familiar face, cigarette smoke emitting from his mouth. I furrowed my eyebrows before I turned to Nick.
"I'll be right back," I told him before I pushed away from the wall, walking over to him before I called out, "Hey stranger."
"Holy shit, kid. What happened to you?" he asked as I stepped closer and I smirked, looking back at my friends who were looking at me curiously.
"Some guys my dad asked me to deliver to fucked me up, Wes. They said it was the third time he didn't give them enough coke," I spoke quietly, making sure no one else could hear before I looked up at him, "But what the fuck are you doing here?"
"I work here," he shrugged and I raised my eyebrows, not realising he had a job, "Only started like three days ago. Just helps with the rent."
"Who would've thought?" I asked rhetorically and he chuckled, throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, "You have a spare? I left mine at Dad's."
"Of course," he nodded, pulling the packet out of the pocket of his old jeans before handing one to me. I placed it between my lips before he sparked his lighter, lighting the end of it for me before I gave him a thankful nod, "Why are you here?"
"My boyfriend's the captain of one of the teams that played," I shrugged and I didn't miss the way his eyebrows shot up.
"Boyfriend? That I would never have guessed," he chuckled and I smiled, pursing my lips with a nod.
"Makes two of us," I chuckled, the smoke of the cigarette falling out of my mouth. I noticed the way Wes's eyes darted behind me before his eyebrows furrowed.
"They your friends?" he asked and I turned around to see Allie and Nick looking curious as Mia just looked disgusted.
"The one in the white puffer is t-"
"The bitch? I know who she is," he raised his eyebrows and I pursed my lips, holding in a laugh before I took another drag of the cigarette, "They're walking over."
I quickly blew the smoke out of my mouth before I turned around to see all three of them walking towards us. I gave them a gentle smile, ignoring Mia as per usual before I said, "Guys this is Wes. Wes, this is Nick and Allie."
"Nice to meet you!" Allie smiled cheerfully and Wes gave her a nod before giving her a once-over and then looked at Nick. Allie pointed to Mia before she said, "This is Mia."
"I know," Wes answered shortly and you could tell Mia did not want to be there, "The game go well?"
"We won," Allie said cheerfully as I took another drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke away from them. I saw the team begin to walk out of the building, looking around for us.
"They're done," I nodded towards the door they were exiting causing all three of them to turn around.
"Guys!" Nick called out, waving them over before they all filed towards us.
"I should get back to it," Wes mumbled to me and I caught Matt's eyes who was looking between Wes and I with confusion covering his expression.
"Hang on. I want you to meet my boyfriend," I told him as I waved Matt over as Nick, Allie and Mia started talking to the rest of the team. Matt rounded the group before he stood next to me, "Matt, this is Wes. Wes, this is Matt."
"Nice to put a face to the name," Wes nodded and Matt just glanced at him, giving him a nod before looking at me.
"Where did you get that?" Matt questioned, looking at the cigarette in my hand before I took another drag of it.
"He had a spare," I nodded towards Wes and Matt hummed, wrapping his arm around my shoulder possesively. I looked at Wes who was holding in a chuckle by pursing his lips.
"You work here?" Matt asked Wes as I dropped the now burnt-down cigarette on the ground before crushing it with my boot.
"Yeah," Wes nodded, quickly checking his phone before he looked at me, "Speaking of which, I gotta get back. Good to see you, kid."
"I'll let you know what happens," I tilted my head as I looked up at him and he held his fist up for a fist bump. I connected my fist with his before he began walking backwards.
"Good to meet you, man. Take care of her," Wes called to Matt before he rounded the corner. I looked up at Matt who was looking down at me with raised eyebrows.
"Oh chill out. He's just friends with me for drugs," I teased and his face didn't waver. I sighed, moving to stand in front of him, "I saw him and I wanted to say hi. The last time I saw him was when you picked me up."
"Matt!" I heard Dan's voice call loudly causing both of us to look at him, "We're going to downs. Meet you there?"
"Sure," Matt nodded before some of the team walked towards the parking lot, "You wanna stay behind?"
"You should go celebrate," I shrugged and he smirked at me.
"I wanna celebrate with you first," he wrapped his arms around my waist, digging his thumbs into the waistband of my pants before he looked over at Nate, "You good to take them in the van? We'll meet you guys at Downs in a bit."
"Alright," Nate shrugged and Matt pulled his keys off of where they were clipped to his jeans, throwing them at Nate. Nate then threw his keys to Matt before he said, "Don't fuck up my car."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Matt smiled and Nate rolled his eyes. They all made their way to the van, bidding their goodbyes as Matt turned to look at me.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, wrapped my arms around his neck before I pecked his lips gently.
"I'm deciding whether I'm mad or not," he mumbled and I smiled at him, tilting my head as I gave him puppy dog eyes.
"Don't be mad at me, baby. You just won the finals. We have some celebrating to do!" I said happily and he pursed his lips, attempting to hide the smile threatening to take over his face. I unravelled my arms from around him and I grabbed his hand in mine instead before I giggled, "Let's go."
I led him towards Nate's car and he quickly rounded the car to the passenger side, unlocking the car and swinging the door open before he gestured to the open door and said, "Ladies first."
"Such a gentleman," I kissed his cheek before I slid into the car. He closed the door for me before he walked to the back of the car, throwing his bag in the trunk before he jumped in the driver's seat. As he started the car I mumbled, "Fuck it's cold."
"Good thing Nate has a fancy ass car," he responded before he clicked some buttons in the console and I felt the seat under me start to get warm.
"He has seat heaters?" I gasped in awe as I clicked my seatbelt in, adjusting his letterman jacket to cover my cold hands and he chuckled with a nod. He clicked his seatbelt in before we began making our way out of the parking lot.
"What food do you want?" he asked and I shrugged as he pulled his phone out of his hoodie, passing it to me, "McDonalds?"
"Sure," I shrugged, holding his phone in my hands unsure of what to do with it.
"You can plug my phone into the aux. My password is your name in numbers," he said casually and I let a smile creep onto my face, typing the password in. It unlocked the phone making my smile widen before I found the Spotify app, looking through the playlists he had made.
"How long has your password been my name?" I asked and he hummed, thinking to himself as I put on the playlist he had made for when he was driving.
"Like three days," he shrugged and I pursed my lips, leaning over the console to place a kiss on his cheek. He smirked as I rested my head on his shoulder and he placed his right hand on my thigh, running his thumb in circles.
The feeling of having his hand on my thigh sparked the memory of my promise before the game began and I smirked to myself as I let my left hand fall onto his knee. I slowly dragged my hand from his knee up to his thigh and I felt his thumb stop its movement against my thigh. I trailed my hand even further, my palm brushing against his dick and his breath halted for a moment.
"What are you doing?" he asked quietly, focusing on nothing but the road and I smirked, lifting my head off of his shoulder to kiss his shoulder.
"Returning the favour," I mumbled, placing my hand on his half-hard dick as moved up to kiss his neck. He let out a shaky breath as he moved his hand from my thigh, gripping the steering wheel to keep himself focused on the road.
"I'm driving, Layls," he muttered and I smirked against his neck, still palming his dick from his pants as he let out a heavy breath.
"Then focus on the road, pretty boy," I whispered lowly and I removed my hand from his dick. Instead, I used my hand to unbutton his jeans and I pulled down the zipper. I slid my hand under his jeans, keeping my hand out of his boxers as I palmed his dick and he let out a groan, the extra barrier of his jeans gone creating more friction.
Suddenly, the car swerved to the left and it came to a halt. I looked around to see Matt had pulled into a random empty parking lot and I looked up at him to see him giving me a deadpan expression.
"Get in the back," he told me and I pursed my lips as he swung open the door to get out. I climbed through the centre console as Matt jumped in the back and I sat up on the right side of the car.
Within a second, he grabbed my face and smashed his lips against mine. I moved to swing my right leg over him, straddling his waist as he gripped my hips harshly. I hissed when his fingertips pressed into my lower back where the bruise had started on either side.
"Sorry," he mumbled against my lips, sliding his hands down to my ass instead of my back to avoid the bruise. I hummed against his lips before I pulled away, sliding my hands down his torso before I shuffled to kneel on the floor between his parted thighs.
My back was pressed against the back of the driver's seat and I smirked up at him as I snuck my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and jeans at the same time. He lifted his hips slightly and I shuffled them down his thighs, his now hard dick springing free.
"Thank god these windows are tinted," he mumbled to himself making me giggle as I let go of the material, wrapping my hand around the base of his dick as I smiled up at him sweetly. He groaned, throwing his head back onto the headrest of the seat as I began moving my hand along him at a teasingly slow pace.
I shuffled forward between his thighs, opening my mouth as I let the spit fall from my mouth to his tip. I used my thumb to spread it around slowly earning a low moan vibrating through his body as he tilted his head back down to look at me. I ignored the ache in my back as I leaned forward, licking a stripe from the base to the tip causing him to twitch in my hand.
I let a sadistic smile take over my face as I looked up at him before I completely took him in my mouth, pressing my head down so my nose met his stomach. He let out a whine at the sudden movement and his hands flew to my hair, threading his fingers through the blonde strands. I moved my head at a slow pace still, teasing him dangerously slow as his grip on my hair tightened every so slightly.
"Stop teasing me," he whined, his hips lifting in slight desperation and if my lips weren't restricted by the shape of his dick, I would've broken out in a grin.
Instead, I decided to tease him a little bit more to see how far I could push it. He continued to whimper and whine at my slow pace, pausing at the tip to swirl my tongue around the sensitive slit. I started moving my head slightly faster as his breathing picked up, the fingers tangled in my hair became twice as harsh as he tugged on the strands. I moaned around him earning a low moan to fall from his open mouth.
I looked up at him through my eyelashes, the only light provided by the moon hidden behind the clouds through the tinted windows. My eyes watered as I moved quicker, the repeated motion of his dick hitting the back of my throat eliciting tumbles of moans and whines from him. I pulled back briefly, catching my breath as I pumped him in my right hand. I flattened my left palm against his bare thigh as I adjusted to sit with my ass on my heels before I wrapped my lips around the now-reddened tip. He mumbled profanities as he squeezed his eyes shut, not daring to look down at me as I intentionally gave him the bigger doe eyes I could muster.
"Fuck, I'm close," he breathed out, the grip on my hair tightening. He trusted up into my mouth and I let him guide himself to his high, his hand threaded in my head directing my head at the right pace. He sucked a breath in sharply before he whined, "Baby."
I hummed around him and his hips twitched upward one last time before the white liquid coated my mouth and throat. He panted as the grip on my hair fell away and the muscles on his stomach twitched from the comedown. I swirled my tongue around him one last time before I pulled back, looking up at him with watery eyes and a flushed face as I swallowed.
"Feel better?" I asked, a cheeky smile on my lips as he just stared down at me. I wiped away the tears that had fallen down my cheeks and he reached forward, delicately tucking the strands of hair that had fallen in front of my face behind my ear. It was a stark contrast from the grip he had in my hair moments ago and I could tell he was trying to make up for the fact he was rough with me.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice a whisper and I nodded as I moved to push myself up. I planted myself on the seat next to him as he slid his boxers and jeans back on properly before he mumbled, "Did I hurt you?"
"Yeah," I shrugged and his head moved so quickly I was convinced he would get whiplash as he looked at me with concern. I smiled as I leaned forward, cupping his stubble-covered jaw and I kissed his lips gently before I pulled back with a smile, "Stop stressing, I liked it."
"I didn't mean to do that," he spoke carefully, looking directly at me with eyes that felt like always saw right through me.
"You're too sweet to me, pretty boy," I smiled gently as I placed my lips on his again and he gently placed his hands around my waist.
The kiss was full of tenderness and care, not passion and desire like it usually was. It filled my chest with warmth and it terrified me but I decided not to push it away. Instead, I let it sit and linger as he delicately traced his hands along my skin and I sighed into the kiss, the moment of peace feeling like I was on an emotional high I hadn't experienced before.
It felt like in the moment of clarity with no exterior factors to disturb us and nothing else to think about, I had a realisation I knew would hit me any day now.
I had fallen unexplainably in love with the boy in front of me and there was no way of backing out now.
sorry i’ve dropped off the face of the earth y’all i’ve been dealing w a lot of personal stuff. hoping to put out the next part of deprived within the next couple of days !
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matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths.
warnings: swearing, suggestive, mentions of injuries, blood
word count: 5.1k
a/n: heads up that all the parts from here on out are going to be long!!
pov: layla
My eyes cracked open as the sun pointed into the bedroom. It took me a moment to register where I was as I let my eyes adjust to the piercing light. I sat up, my entire body aching as I cracked my neck lazily. There was no one else in the bed and the spot beside me was now cold but the smell of Matt still surrounded me. I rubbed my eyes, the bruise beside my left eye ached as I bumped it with my hand. I sighed, the pain in my lower back still thumping.
I crawled out of the bed and trudged over to the full-length mirror in the corner. I stared at myself, wondering who I was and what I was doing. I didn’t look like me anymore. The dark bruises littered my face, the heavy bags under my eyes, the gauze that hid a gash in my face that still stung every time I moved my cheek. I lifted up the hoodie and spun around, swivelling my head to look at the giant bruise covering the lower half of my back. I sighed, closing my eyes as I pulled the material back down again. There were small bruises on my legs but they didn’t concern me.
My head was pounding and I looked around the room, noticing the alarm lock on the bedside table. It read 10:30 am and I furrowed my eyebrows.
Had Matt gone to school and left me here? Was anyone here?
The bedroom door opening jumped me out of my thoughts as I yelped, sighing when I realised it was Matt.
“You scared the fuck out of me,” I mumbled, my voice raspy and my throat sore as I placed my hand on my chest.
“Sorry. Didn’t think you were awake yet,” he said softly with an apologetic smile as he stepped into the room with now wet hair. He wore a green hoodie with black sweatpants, his beard now starting to fully grow out instead of patches of hair on his face.
“The beard looks good,” I told him with a smile, my mind letting go of all the pain my body was in as I stared at him, “You should keep it.”
“I feel like it makes me look 25,” he chuckled, closing the door behind him as he ran his hand along the hair on his face.
“Luckily for you,” I walked towards him as I placed my hands in the pockets of his green hoodie, “I like older guys.”
“Slow down, cowgirl. You’re gonna need to rest a couple more days," he gently wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest. I groaned, tilting my head back to look up at him.
"Can I at least have a kiss?" I pouted dramatically making him chuckle before he leaned down, pressing his lips to mine and I melted into his touch once again.
I ignored the sting in my lip from where it was split as I wrapped my arms around his torso underneath his hoodie, the warm skin making goosebumps rise on mine. I ran my hands along the waistband of his sweatpants, realising that he wasn't wearing any boxers making me smirk.
He pulled away from my lips as he looked down at me with raised eyebrows, "You need to chill."
"I missed you," I whined and he smirked, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips again.
"I missed you too pretty girl," he mumbled against my lips and I smiled feeling close to him again. He pulled away from me again before glancing down at my lips, "Your lip is bleeding."
"I know," I nodded, unphased by the pain now and I noticed the tinge of red across his lips.
"It's hot," he smirked and I shook my head with a smile, letting out a breathy chuckle.
"I'm glad my pain brings you joy," I joked and his smirk deepened as his arms fell from my shoulders, wrapping around my waist instead.
"If you were in serious pain I'd know," he leaned down, kissing gently underneath my ear and I let out a breath, "I have a feeling you like it, baby."
I let my eyes flutter closed at the sound of his low voice and the way his lips felt against the skin of my neck. His right hand travelled from the grip on my waist to my ass, gripping it roughly making me gasp.
"So much for letting me rest," I breathed and I felt him smirk against my neck before he trailed kisses from my neck to my lips again. He pulled back to look at my face again.
"Hard to resist you when you look so beautiful," he whispered, his eyes scanning my face and I tilted my head, furrowing my eyebrows slightly.
"I have a black eye, my lip is split open and there's a gash on my face," I deadpanned and his face didn't waver from the small smile on his lips.
"And you still look hot as fuck," he spoke clearly making me chuckle, closing my eyes briefly as I chewed the inside of my lip.
"You're a good liar," I whispered half-heartedly and he shook his head, his arms avoiding my lower black to not cause me any more pain. He places his hands on my ass gently, pulling my waist towards his and I felt his hard dick pressed against the black sweatpants making me purse my lips.
"Still think I'm lying, baby?" he furrowed his eyebrows, his mouth showing that he was teasing me as it pulled back into a smirk.
"You are a fucking tease," I shook my head as his face broke into a grin, biting his bottom lip briefly, "Don't look at me like that."
"It's fun to tease you. You get wet so easily," he spoke lowly, the rasp of his voice travelling right through my body and I whined, throwing my forehead on his chest as he chuckled, squeezing my butt once again, "I'm sorry, I'll stop."
"You don't have to stop," I breathed as I looked up at him again, "I just need you to do something about it."
"I will I promise," he whispered as he leaned down and kissed me again before mumbling against my lips, "Just not right now. You need to rest."
"Oh fuck you," I rolled my eyes as I groaned and pulled away from his face as he smiled down at me.
"Come on. Let's go have breakfast," he nodded his head towards the door to his right and I sighed, reluctantly pulling away from him as I ignored the ache between my thighs. I knew he was right, I needed to rest for at least a day. But having built up tension after being away from him all week was driving me mad and I knew he could tell.
He let his arms unravel from around me, instead lacing his fingers with mine as he pulled me out of the bedroom and down the stairs. He reached the kitchen and he still didn't let go of my hand as he walked to the fridge, swinging it open as we both looked inside.
"Pancakes?" he asked and I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked up at him.
"Do you know how to make pancakes from scratch?" I asked, a slight smile on my lips and he paused, shutting the fridge before shrugging.
"No but I can look up a recipe," he said nonchalantly as he turned to face me, our hands still interlocked as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. His sudden affection towards me had my heart swelling as I smiled at him.
"I'll make them," I shrugged, going to pull away from him to walk towards the pantry but he pulled me back in an instant.
"Absolutely not. You will sit here and look pretty while I make them," He grabbed my waist, pulling me up before sitting me on the bench and I gasped at the face he could move me without any issues, "Just tell me what to do."
"I get to boss you around for the next thirty minutes?" I asked as I crossed my legs, leaning back on my hands. I smiled brightly at him and he nodded.
"Yes chef," he gave me a curt nod making me giggle as I began telling him all of the ingredients he would need to make the pancakes.
After giving him a list of ingredients and he placed them on the bench beside me, I told him to get a bowl and spoon. He followed my instructions to a T and I didn't have to intervene once as he mixed the batter.
"How big are we making them?" he asked as he grabbed a pan out of the cupboard below the stove, placing it open the now open flame and grabbed the cooking spray.
"I like making small pancakes," I shrugged as I watched him nod, taking the bowl of batter over near the stove, "Are you sure you don't want my help?"
"I got it, pretty girl," he smiled at me and I tilted my head, a permanent smile on my lips from how sweet he was being. He grabbed a large ceramic plate to put the pancakes on once he finished cooking them.
I continued to watch him as he placed the batter in the pan in small little circles about the size of his palm, watching them closely to make sure they wouldn't burn. He seemed more focused on making pancakes than he ever did in our English class and I found the sentiment cute.
He had gotten about halfway through the batter before I asked, "When is everyone coming back?"
"My mum and dad won't be home till late. They work late every Friday, that's why they're never at our games," he explained and I furrowed my eyebrows, feeling bad that his parents never got to see one of his games, not even the last game of his last year of high school and one that determined who wins the season, "Nick and Chris said that they're gonna get Nate to drop them home after school before we go to the game so around like 3:30."
"Do you have anything I can wear to the game? I don't want to go back to my house yet," I asked quietly and he hummed as he placed more batter in the pan before turning to face me.
"We should go shopping," he said as he leaned his back on the counter to the left of the stove and I furrowed my eyebrows, "Get some clothes for you to leave here for whenever you wanna stay."
"Matthew, you're not spending money on me," I deadpanned and he tilted his head, his eyes curious as he observed me.
"Why don't you like people spending money on you?" he asked, his words gentle and curious rather than harsh and prying. I shrugged as I looked down at my legs, swinging my feet back and forth.
"Just don't like it," I mumbled and I noticed him shaking his head out of the corner of my eye. He turned back to face the stove and flipped the pancakes over one by one, each of them cooked perfectly.
"Tell me the real reason, Layls," he said quietly as he stood over the stove and I sighed, leaning forward and bringing my elbows to my knees. I looked down at my hands as I picked at my nails.
"It's my dad," I mumbled and he turned around, giving me his full attention as I continued to look at my hands, "I have to pay him back for everything so I always feel the need to pay people back whenever they buy me something but I never have enough to pay people back so I just don't want people to buy me things. Ever."
"You wanna know something?" he asked and I lifted my head to look at him. He had a small smile on his lips and he turned down the heat on the pan before he walked over to me, placing his hands on the edge of the bench either side of me, "I wanna spoil you absolutely rotten, pretty girl. I don't like spending money on myself so I'd rather spend it on you."
"Then save your money," I shrugged and he raised his eyebrows, continuing to stare directly into my eyes with a slight smirk on his lips.
"My money has been saved plenty. My parents have enough for college for each of us and everything else is for us to spend until we each get a real job," he explained and I sighed, tilting my head down as I breathed heavily. He slapped my left thigh lightly before pushing away from the counter, "Come on. Pancakes are done."
"What do you put on them?" I asked, jumping off of the counter before I walked over to the fridge, swinging the door open.
I grabbed out the can of whipped cream and the strawberries, placing them on the bench behind me before I grabbed the maple syrup. I turned around to see Matt placing the dirty dishes in the sink before he put the pile of pancakes on the centre of the island I was sitting on previously.
"Just maple syrup," he shrugged and I nodded, sliding the maple syrup to the side of the counter where the barstools stood.
"You have any lemons or lemon juice?" I asked and he gave me a confused look as he placed two plates as well as two sets of knives and forks for us on the island, "What? Lemon and sugar on pancakes is the best."
"I've never heard of that," he furrowed his eyebrows with an amused smile before he walked to the corner of the kitchen where the fruit bowl was placed. He picked up a lemon before throwing it at me and I quickly caught it, giving him an unimpressed look as he chuckled, "Your coordination is getting better."
"Maybe because I'm scared my boyfriend will throw things at me without warning all the time," I rolled my eyes as I shook my head and grabbed a sharp knife from the drawer before I looked up to see he was frozen staring at me.
"Boyfriend?" he asked, a small smile on his lips as he looked at me and my heart dropped, realisation hitting me like a ton of bricks as I placed the knife down next to the lemon on the bench. My mouth was hung open in shock as I stared at him.
"I didn't- I don't know why I said that. We aren't even dating. I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking," I furrowed my eyebrows as I rambled and looked down at the table in embarrassment.
"Layls," he spoke softly and I didn't look at him as I continued to ramble.
"That's really embarrassing, I didn't mean it like that. I just don't know what we are and that's the closest thing but we aren't dating and I'm stupid. I just-"
My words were cut off by Matt's hand coming into contact with my jaw as he delicately pulled my face to look at him. He placed a kiss against my lips gently as my body slowly relaxed and he smiled against my lips.
He pulled away and I waited a moment before I opened my eyes to look up at him to see he was scanning my face, "You can call me your boyfriend if I can call you my girlfriend."
"What?" I asked, looking up at him with my mouth hung open still making him chuckle.
"Layla," he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear before he looked into my eyes again, "Will you be my girlfriend?"
"That's a very formal way of asking me," I mumbled and he tilted his head with a frown but a smile still played on his lips.
"Is that a yes or a no?" he asked, his hand still cupping my jaw gently and my face broke into a grin.
"Obviously yes," I beamed as I wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands dropped to my hips. I leaned up, pressing my lips against his again before my mouth broke into a smile making it hard to keep kissing him.
"You're so cute," he mumbled in between kisses and I pulled back to look up at him, nothing but admiration filling my expression.
"These pancakes are gonna get cold if we don't eat them now," I stated and he brushed it off quickly.
"We have a microwave. Now let me kiss my girlfriend," he said quickly and I giggled as he pressed his lips against mine. I ran my fingers across the nape of his neck before I gently tugged on the hairs making him hum against me. I pulled away from him once again as I looked up at him with doe eyes and a beaming smile.
"As fun as this is," I mumbled lowly before pressing a kiss to his jaw, "I'm hungry as fuck."
He laughed as I pulled away from him and rounded the island, sitting down on one of the barstools as I grabbed a couple pancakes and threw them onto my plate.
"You want the lemon and sugar?" he asked, holding up the lemon and knife I left at the end of the counter and I nodded.
"Forgot about that," I smiled and he closed his eyes as he shook his head with a smirk. He walked behind me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head as he put down the lemon and knife next to my plate. He continued to the other side of the kitchen to grab the sugar for me before sitting to my left and placing the sugar on the counter. I kissed his cheek before saying, "Thank you, pretty boy."
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After finishing the pancakes, I decided to have a shower while Matt did the dishes. I debated whether or not to wash my hair but I decided it wouldn’t hurt to wash all of the dirt out of it from the day before. I turned the shower on, letting the water heat up as I quickly undressed and I gently pulled the gauze that was clung to my face with medical tape.
All the blood had dried and the cut was less sensitive but it was still extremely noticeable. The only way I’d be able to hide it was glasses the size of half my face or if I wore my hair like the girl from The Ring. I sighed, shaking off the dreadful feeling I had every time I was reminded of the day before as I stepped in the shower. I tried to be as quick as possible, trying not to waste any of their water and I soon enough found myself out of the shower, realising I forgot to ask Matt for a towel.
I groaned, padding my damp feet across the cold tiles as I creaked the door open before I called out, “Matt!”
“What’s wrong?” he asked from his room and before I knew it he was standing in front of the door with a worried expression, “Are you okay?”
“No yeah, I’m fine. I just need a towel please,” I hid my body behind the door as I left my head peeking through the crack and he smiled, nodding quickly before running down the stairs. Moments later, he returned with a grey towel and handed it to me which I gladly took before mumbling a thank you.
“Hey,” he said grabbing my attention and I paused to wait for him to continue, “Are you okay if I head out for a bit? No one will be home for a while and I just need to grab a few things my mom asked me to get.”
“Oh. I can go with you?” I suggested and he brushed it off, leaning forward and placing a kiss on my forehead as I held the towel in front of my body.
“No need pretty girl. I won’t be too long and you can get all pretty while I’m gone. Use anything in the bathroom, it’s free reign,” he smiled and I pursed my lips before nodding, “I’ll lock the front door. See you when I get back baby.”
“Drive safe!” I called out as he walked down the stairs. I waited till I heard the front door close before I closed the door, drying myself off before wrapping the towel around my body.
I grabbed one of the 2 hairbrushes on the counter and detangled the knots in my hair as best as I could before I grabbed the hair dryer, deciding it was easier to blow dry my hair than leave it wet for hours and have it fluff up awkwardly over time. After spending 30 minutes making sure my hair was dry, straight and as flat as it would allow me to get it, my body was fully dry.
Since Matt had said the bathroom was free rein, I decided to see if there was anything to make my body feel less dry. Luckily, I found a bottle of body lotion in the bottom drawer and I smiled as I grabbed it. I sat down on the edge of the tub, lathering myself in the lotion before I wrapped my towel around myself once again placed the bottle back where I found it.
I excited the bathroom, making my way to Matt’s room and I noticed how quiet the house felt when no one was home yet it didn’t feel eerie. No TV’s on, no mumbles of talking, no clattering of food being made in the kitchen or homework frustrations being let out. It was quiet but it was calm and despite this house not being mine, it felt like a home. I smiled to myself as I grabbed a pair of Matts many sweatpants, this pair being a dark blue before I slid on my spaghetti strap tank top.
It was warm enough with the heater on that I didn’t bother grabbing a sweatshirt, deciding to throw myself on Matt’s bed as I impatiently waited for him to return. I sighed, grabbing the remote from the bedside table and flicking the TV on as I opened the Netflix app. About 10 minutes of my time was spent looking through the hundreds of movies before I clicked on something I had watched countless times, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.
Halfway through the movie, my eyes began to close as I sank further into the soft sheets, the scent of Matt filling me with serenity as I decided a little more sleep couldn’t do any harm.
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I woke up to the sound of the front door closing and I shot up, realising I’d slept through the rest of the movie. I rubbed my eyes, realising Matt wasn’t in his room with me still and I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Layls, I’m back!” I heard the familiar voice of my boyfriend call from downstairs and my body flooded with relief as I dragged myself out of the warm bed, “Come here!”
“Coming!” I called back lazily as I tried to adjust my tank top so my boobs would fall out and made sure the sweats were securely on my hips using the drawstring to tighten them. I flattened my hair out as I made my way down the stairs to see Matt standing in the kitchen, grinning at me as he stood in front of the island.
“Sorry I took so long. Got a little sidetracked,” he smiled and I gave him a lazy smile back as I walked directly toward him, laying my head on his chest.
“It’s okay. I had a nap,” I mumbled, my sentence muffled by the grey hoodie he wore and he hummed before I looked up at him to see a grin still spread across his face, “What?”
“I have a surprise,” he pursed his lips to attempt to contain his very evident excitement and I squinted my eyes at him as my eyebrows furrowed.
“I don’t like surprises,” I answered sceptically and he rolled his eyes, grabbing my hand and interlocking his fingers with mine before he pushed away from the counter.
“It’s good I promise,” he quickly said as he pulled me into the living room before he spun around to face me, “I know you don’t want people spending money on you but this is different okay? I saw a bunch of stuff and I wanted to get it for you and I don’t ever want or need you to pay me back for it.”
He moved to the side to show me several bags full of clothes and what seemed to be other various items. My jaw hung open as I stared at the 4 bags that seemed to be full to the brim.
“Matt,” I let my shoulders drop and he stood in front of me again as he shook his head.
“I wanted to, baby. Please just look at what I got before you get mad at me," he raised his eyebrows and I sighed, rubbing my eye that didn't have a bruise anywhere near it before I nodded. He moved to sit on the couch beside the bags as I stood in front of them, giving him a side eye before I picked up the first bag.
I slowly pulled out different clothing items as Matt watched my expression nervously. The first few items were a black tank top, a white tank top and a baby blue tank top. I then pulled out three pairs of cotton shorts that were black, white and pink.
"How did you know my size?" I asked as I held the pair of pink shorts up to my waist, realising it would be a perfect fit.
"I checked the size of your pants that you left in my room and I just guessed with the shirts," he explained with a shrug and I hummed, placing all the items back in the bag. I moved to the next bag and the first item I grabbed from the top was a black zip-up hoodie, "I got that in my size because I figured we could share it."
I let a smile appear on my lips as I looked at him with my head tilted before I threw the jacket on his lap gently. I then picked up two long skirts, one was plain black and the other was a cream colour with a mesh floral pattern over it.
"I got mostly black and white but I got a couple things with color just in case. We can always take this stuff back," Matt bit his bottom lip as he watched me and I hummed in response. I placed the items back in the bag before moving on to the next again.
The first thing I picked up was a plain black long-sleeve shirt before I saw a white and grey one also in the bag. I pulled them out, placing them beside the bag before I pulled out another item that was all black. I picked it up and held it in front of me before realising it was a short black sundress.
"I know you don't like dresses but I figured having one in case you wanna wear one would be good," Matt explained quickly as I pursed my lips, holding the dress up to my body, "And I think it would look pretty on you."
I didn't say anything as I put the dress back in the bag before I put the rest of the items back in the bag with it. I moved onto the last bag which didn't seem to be clothes. I pulled out various makeup items which were mascara, an eyeliner pencil, concealer that was a perfect match, primer and setting powder.
"How did you know to get all of this?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion and he smiled, running his tongue across his teeth.
"I Facetimed Allie and asked her about it all. I only remembered the eyeliner and mascara from when you told me about it so I asked her what else to get," he explained and I nodded, placing the makeup on the couch before looking in the bag again.
There was a packet of hair ties, a few bras and a few pairs of underwear. I pulled out the bras and underwear, holding them in my hands as I looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Well you need bras and underwear when you stay here, don't you?" he asked and I blinked slowly.
"You purposely got all the ones that look like lingerie?" I asked, putting them down on the couch as I gave him a slightly amused smile and he shrugged once again.
"They're cute like you," he stated and I rolled my eyes before I looked back into the bag.
"You're so corny," I mumbled before I reached to pull out the last thing in the bag, realising it was a small velvet box and I furrowed my eyebrows. I looked back at him as I held it up before asking, "What is this?"
"Open it," he nodded towards the box and I glanced between him and the box a few times. I slowly opened the lid of the box for it to reveal a silver chain necklace and a small blue butterfly pendant hanging from the bottom.
"Matt," I breathed as I ran my fingers over the shiny blue butterfly, "How much was this?"
"As far as you're concerned," he said as he got up from the couch and placed his chin on my shoulder as he looked at the necklace, "It costs absolutely nothing. All of this is free."
"I can't believe you," I whispered, a smile threatening to pull on my lips and it didn't take much for it to win.
"Here," he said softly as he pulled the necklace out of the box and unclipped the clasp. He held it up around my neck and I lifted my hair out of the way as the cold metal wrapped around my neck delicately before he clipped it together at the back of my neck. I grabbed the small charm, looking down at it with a smile.
A weight fell on my chest, realising he had spent probably hundreds of dollars on all of these things and I knew I couldn't repay him. I pursed my lips, letting out a heavy breath as my shoulders slumped. Matt wrapped his arms around my waist, placing his chin back on my shoulder as he kissed under my ear gently.
"Stop worrying about it baby," he whispered as I dropped the charm against my skin again, turning to look at him, "I can see the wheels turning in your head."
"I don't deserve you," I mumbled as I scanned his face. He lifted his head from my shoulder, spinning me around so I face him before he cupped my jaw with his hand.
He placed a gentle kiss on my lips before he whispered, "You deserve so much more."
christopher sturniolo x layla venita
summary: layla wants a fun night with her friends but when a man won't leave her alone, her best friend is always there to help.
warnings: swearing, drinking, smut, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it)
word count: 6.1k
a/n: y'all sue me I was feeling whore knee and I needed to write it all out. this is the longest one-shot I've ever done so i hope u like it <3
not proofread!!
For once in their life, my best friends decided to throw a party at their new house in celebration of their 21st. I have known Nick, Matt and Chris for about 6 years now and have watched their rapid growth online unfold in front of my eyes. I decided to move to LA not long after them knowing that I had nothing left for me in Massachusetts. The triplets were my family and they had been from the moment I met them.
When they told me they wanted to throw a party at the house we had only just moved into together 2 weeks prior, I instantly agreed because I wanted the opportunity to meet the rest of their friends who lived in LA. I put on my prettiest short black dress, the cutest pair of black heels I owned and my hair straightened as perfectly as my curls would allow me to. I went with dark eye makeup and red lipstick, pulling the whole look together with my dark brown hair.
They initially set the party to start at 10 pm and luckily we now lived in a neighbourhood that was spaced far enough apart that blasting music until 3 am shouldn't be an issue. 2 hours into the party, people that none of us knew started showing up and it became much bigger than any of us were anticipating but no one was planning on slowing down anytime soon. People turned the living room into a dancefloor and the kitchen was littered with empty bottles and cans of alcohol in a makeshift bar. I decided not to think about the fact we would have to clean this all up tomorrow as I poured myself another shot of tequila as well as one for Tara.
"I thought this was supposed to be a chill party!" Jake yelled over the loud music as I handed the small plastic shot glass to Tara and we both downed the tequila quickly. She took a sip of the can of Pepsi we decided to share as a chaser before I took the can and followed her actions.
"It was but this is way more fun!" I cheered once I placed the can down on the counter and suddenly, Tara was dragging me to the living room as SOS by Rihanna blasted through the house. We began swinging our hips and dancing alone, singing the lyrics loudly since the music drowned out our voices. I suddenly felt a presence behind me and I turned around to see a guy I didn't know the name of. He began moving his body with mine and I made it known that I didn't want to dance with him as I moved closer to Tara.
Unfortunately for me, Tara was now dancing with Zach who was equally as drunk as she was and they lost themselves in the music. I tried to continue dancing, making it known that I wanted to dance by myself or with my friends but this guy didn't seem to get the hint as Right Round by Flo Rida and Kesha finished playing. I got sick of having to move across the makeshift dancefloor to get away from this guy and I knew Tara was with someone she trusted so I decided to walk away. I went back to the kitchen to see Jake and Chris in the corner talking loudly to each other over the music.
I lost my balance slightly as I leaned over the bench to grab the bottle of tequila when hands wrapped themselves around my waist to steady me. I turned around to thank the person who prevented me from falling but I paused when I realised it was the guy trying to dance with me.
"Can I help you?" I asked with annoyance laced in my tone at the fact he didn't get the hint yet. I took a moment to observe him, hating the way his glassy green eyes looked down at me and his light blonde hair swooped across his forehead.
"You move pretty quick," he stated with a smirk and I furrowed my eyebrows before I rolled my eyes. I reached over the counter again, grabbing the tequila bottle and a random cup. I poured a rough shot into the red plastic solo cup before I topped it up with a can of Pepsi from the makeshift cooler we had made in a plastic tub.
"I move quick when I'm trying to get away from someone," I mumbled as I threw the Pepsi can into the trash before I took a sip of the drink.
"Don't be like that, babe," he put his hand on my lower back and I immediately pushed his arm off of me causing him to look at me with a drunken frown.
"Don't touch me and don't call me that," I huffed as I had another sip of my drink as I leaned my back against the counter.
"No need to be such a bitch about it," he moved to stand in front of me as he placed his hands on the table on either side of me and I made it known how clearly uncomfortable I was, "You don't know how to have fun? Come on, give us a smile at least sweetheart."
"Dude, how much more obvious can I make it that I don't want to be near you. Fuck off!" I burst in annoyance and his face shifted from teasing to anger. Suddenly I wasn't just annoyed and uncomfortable but I didn't feel safe being trapped between his arms. I quickly downed the rest of my drink before I threw it in the overflowing trashcan. I tried to push his left arm off of the counter but judging from the muscles along his biceps and the fact his arm barely moved he was clearly stronger than I was.
"I said don't be a bitch about it," he grumbled at me as I looked back up to his face again, unease flooding my body at the look of lust and anger mixed in his eyes, "What? You have a boyfriend or something?"
"Yeah, she does," I heard a familiar voice say and relief flooded me when Chris stood directly behind the guy, a deadpan look on his face. Finally, the guy moved his arms away from the bench and I quickly moved to stand next to Chris as the guy spun around to look at him, "There a problem here?"
"You're not her boyfriend, bro. You were standing there the whole time," the guy chuckled and Chris just smirked at him as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I watched the guy just stare at us for a moment before Chris spoke again.
"She's a big girl, she can handle herself," he spoke much clearer than the guy in front of us whose words were slurred together messily and I let my body fall against Chris from the alcohol hitting me harder than expected, "Until drunk dickhead's like you pull up and harass her until I need to step in. Now do what she said and fuck off."
"You're not gonna share?" the guy asked cockily and Chris kept his composure as he swung his arm off of my shoulder, putting his arm in front of me as he pushed me behind him slightly.
"You have ten seconds to get the fuck out of my house before that pretty face gets so fucked up that you can't ever speak to another girl again," Chris spoke which such venom that I hadn't heard from him before and the guy instantly backed away once he realised how angry Chris was. Suddenly, he disappeared into the crowd of people in the living room and Chris's tense shoulders relaxed again.
"Thank you," I mumbled and Chris let out a sigh, turning around to face me as he gave me a half-hearted smile, "He freaked me out."
"How much have you drank already?" he asked, an amused smirk on his lips as he tipped my chin upwards to look into his eyes.
"I lost count," I shrugged, my movements slow and lazy. He shook his head with a smile before he swung his arm over my shoulders and he began pulling me outside. We exited the house and walked over to the firepit where the rest of our friends were.
"Where's Tara?" Nick asked from one of the white wooden chairs they placed around the fire.
"Dancing with Zach," I shrugged before Chris adjusted his arm around my shoulders to hold me closer to him protectively, "You don't have to hold me hostage. That guy left."
"He could still be here. I couldn't see if he actually left or not," Chris spoke matter-of-factly as he sipped on the bottle of beer he had in his right hand.
"What guy?" Matt slurred as he looked up at me from his place on the grass, his eyes glassy from the alcohol he had consumed. Seeing him drunk was funny to me because he was a fun but emotional drunk, "You look pretty."
"Thank you, Matt," I giggled and he scooted over to lean against my calf lazily as he closed his eyes.
"Some guy was being an asshole and wouldn't leave Layls alone," Chris rolled his eyes, his annoyance still lingering and I wrapped my arms around his torso. The blue sweater he wore slid up on his torso since he lifted his arm to take another sip of the beer so my hands were placed against the warm skin of his hip.
"Stop stressing about it Chris," I mumbled as his warmth kept me from freezing outside in my dress and he hummed in response. I looked down at Matt who was still slumped against my legs and I giggled, "Matt don't look up at me because you will see up my dress."
"I'm tired," he mumbled, completely ignoring my statement and my eyebrows threaded together in amusement. I looked up at Nick who sighed, rolling his eyes as he got up and walked over to Matt who was practically half-asleep against my legs.
"Come on. You're going to bed," Nick grumbled as he grabbed Matt's wrist to pull him to a standing position. Matt had outdone himself with the alcohol and that was clear as he almost fell as soon as Nick let go of him. As Nick rolled his eyes, he threw Matt's dead-weight body over his shoulder and trudged inside making me giggle.
Chris pulled me towards the chair that was previously where Nick had sat since it was the only chair still available, the other chairs had been taken by strangers. He unwrapped his arm from around me and sat down in the chair while, as per usual, manspreading with his black baggy jeans on.
He patted his lap before looking up at me, "You're gonna freeze. Sit down."
I sighed, placing myself on his right thigh as I crossed my legs over. I left my legs placed in between his parted thighs and he rolled his eyes before picking my legs up. He swung my legs over his other thigh before placing his right arm behind my back to prevent my back from digging into the armrest.
"Fuck it's cold out here," I shivered, the cold breeze covering my legs despite being fairly close to the fire.
"Well scoot closer and you wouldn't be cold," he mumbled before downing the rest of his beer. He placed the beer bottle on the ground beside the low chair and I moved to fall on his chest, my head resting on the back of the chair beside his, "Better?"
"Yup," I answered shortly as I wrapped my arms over my stomach. It wasn't strange for Chris and I to be this close, everyone knew he was my best friend. What was strange was when he moved his left arm to hang it over my thighs, pulling my legs closer to his torso as his right arm snaked around my waist even further, "You okay?"
"Mhm. You're like a little heater," he mumbled and I lifted my head away from the chair to look at him properly to see a smirk on his lips.
"We're sitting in front of a fire," I stated the obvious and my speech was slurred slightly from the amount of tequila I had consumed in such a short span of time.
"Yeah, but you're blocking half of it," he looked at me with raised eyebrows and I rolled my eyes.
Before I could respond, Nick returned outside and walked over to us, "Layls, your ass is almost out sitting like that."
I went to move my hand from around my stomach to pull my dress down but Chris beat me to it, using his left arm that was slung over my thighs to pull down the bottom of my dress. His cold fingers brushed against the back of my thighs, sending a jolt through my body at the sudden contact.
"Thanks," I mumbled, looking at him and he hummed in response. He kept a grip on my dress to hold it down as he let his hand rest on the back of my thigh. I ignored the fire that ignited in my stomach, knowing it was the tequila in my system making me react like this to my best friend. Nick sat down on the grass beside us to keep himself warm near the fire as he sipped on his drink lazily.
We stayed like that for a while before I noticed Tara stumbling through the backyard as if she were looking for something. Her eyes caught mine and her face lit up before she jogged towards me, her shoes now lost somewhere on the property and her feet bare on the grass.
"Come have a shot with me!" she cheered as she stopped beside us and I pursed my lips, "Chris, Nick, you too. Let's go!"
She grabbed my hand, pulling me off of Chris's lap and I heard Chris chuckle as she dragged me inside. I looked behind me to see Chris and Nick following suit as we entered the kitchen. Tara quickly poured us 4 shots before handing one to each of us.
"Link up!" she yelled over the loud music as I picked up the shot and looked at Chris. I wrapped my arm around his, our elbows connected and he winked at me before Tara screamed, "Three, two, one!"
We took the shot at the same time before untangling our arms and I saw Nick and Tara make disgusted faces as they unravelled their arms as well making me laugh.
"Don't run away from me this time. I'm gonna keep an eye on you," Chris told me sternly and I nodded in agreement, knowing he was protective over me whenever we went out.
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I lost track of time as we kept drinking and dancing, losing ourselves in the sea of people. Chris was always nearby, talking to different people and having various drinks but he was always in my line of sight as promised. At one point, he joined me on the makeshift dancefloor before he got dragged away by someone I didn't see the face of.
Tara and I once again got tired and decided we would sit on the couch that was shoved into the corner of the room. We flopped on them, giggling in our drunken state at the feeling of the leather against our skin.
"Thank you for inviting me!" she said happily as she sat up, adjusting her hair on her shoulders as I lay with my legs hanging over the armrest, looking at her upside down since I had to tilt my head back to look at her.
"Thanks for coming bitch!" I yelled back before we fell into a fit of giggles again. I suddenly felt a presence in front of me and I looked up to see Chris standing in front of my legs.
Without warning, he pulled me up by my wrists before he grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed at the sudden movement, putting my palms on his lower back to make sure I didn't fall flat on my face if he let go of my legs.
"Chris! What are you doing?" I yelled, my voice drowned out by the music and he didn't say anything as he held down the bottom of my dress with his left hand. He began moving through the crowd of people before he carried me upstairs, "Christopher!"
He walked down the hallway, the thick walls now drowning out the sound of the music downstairs and we paused at the end of the hall. I heard something click before we stepped into a room which I quickly realised was his. He kicked the door closed, locking it quickly as I continued to try to wriggle out of his grip.
Suddenly, my back fell onto his bed with a thud and I let out a squeak from the impact. I flipped my hair out of my face before I sat up with a huff, the room spinning from how drunk I was and how quickly I had been thrown on the bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked, looking up at him to see he was staring down at me with no emotion. His eyes were glassy and his chest was heaving from carrying me across the house.
"I told you to not run away," he simply stated and I rolled my eyes, attempting to stand up again but he pushed my shoulders down again causing me to slump back onto the bed.
"I didn't run away. I went to the couch. We're in our house, Chris!" I groaned and he kept an emotionless expression as I looked up at him through my eyelashes, "I was having fun."
"I fucking hate when you don't listen to me," he grumbled as I leaned back on my palms.
"Why is it so fucking cold in your room?" I asked, the amount of tequila in my system made it so I had absolutely no filter between my brain and mouth. Chris didn't say anything, instead he slipped his sweater off and threw it onto my lap leaving him in only a white tank top, "What's this for?"
"You said it was cold. Put it on," he raised his eyebrows and his short tone made me want to argue with him. He knew I hated it when he talked to me like I was under his control and I was drunk enough to embarrass myself to prove a point.
I threw the sweater on the ground before I kicked off my heels and Chris furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at me. I stood up, grabbing the hem of my dress before I slid it over my head.
"What are you doing?" he asked, not looking anywhere but my face as he stared at me. He'd seen me in my underwear hundreds of times over the past 6 years but never in a situation like this.
"I'm not cold," I shrugged and I threw my dress on the ground before I started walking towards the door, "In fact I'm hot. I'm gonna go outside and cool off."
"Absolutely not," he grabbed my forearm and pulled me away from the door again so I stood in front of him, "Don't be an idiot just to prove a fucking point."
"Don't try to tell me what to do," I retorted as I pulled my arm away from his grip and he rolled his eyes, shaking his head in the process. His eyes finally travelled somewhere other than my face as he scanned me head to toe before he smirked.
"Planning ahead?" he asked, reaching his hand up to slide under my black bra strap before he snapped it back against my skin.
"Why do you care?" I questioned, glancing down at my underwear realising that I put on the most see-through lace bra and matching black panties. I stood there for a moment to think about the fact I was standing in Chris's room practically naked and more drunk than I wanted to be. The reality of the situation had sobered me up in a split second.
"It's cute," I heard the smirk in his voice and I looked up as I felt my face heat up, a smirk plastered on his lips as he looked at me, "Would look better off though."
I pursed my lips as I looked at him nervously, all my confidence being lost as he exuded his usual cocky energy. I was used to his flirty personality, Chris flirted with everyone and everything because he found it funny. But right now, it felt a lot more serious.
Suddenly, the flirting was real and the fire in my stomach ignited once again. I knew I wasn't in my right mind as he stepped towards me, his body mere inches from mine because I wrapped my arms around his neck.
I pulled him closer to me and he placed his hands on my hips before he whispered, "This is such a bad idea."
"Yeah, it is," I whispered back as my breathing got shallow, staring at nothing but his lips.
"We shouldn't be doing this," he said impossibly quieter but didn't move away from me, only inches his lips closer to mine.
"No we shouldn't," I answered in the same tone once again, the tension in the room weighing heavy on my chest as I felt his fingers tighten their grip on the flesh of my hips.
"Fuck," he mumbled quickly and before I could register the look behind his eyes, his lips met mine feverishly. It felt as though my brain shut down and my body had a mind of its own as I pulled him impossibly closer to me, savouring the taste of alcohol on his lips and the feeling of his hands grasping my skin.
As he slid his hands down from my waist, he gripped my ass roughly making me gasp causing him to slide his tongue past my lips. He kept sliding his hands down until he reached under my thighs.
He pulled away from my mouth briefly to mumble, "Jump."
I followed his instructions and jumped with the guidance of his hands under my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist before I connected my lips with his again. He spun around, sitting down on the bed and I moved my legs so I could place my knees on either side of his thighs. I straddled his waist, unravelling my arms from around his neck before I pulled them down to tug on the hem of his tank top.
He removed his hands from my thighs as I slid the tank top up and he held his arms up for me to slide the material over his head. I threw it behind me lazily before I attached my lips to his once again, our movements rapid as if this would disappear at any moment. His hands found my ass once again, squeezing it slightly making me hum in content. He pulled his lips away from mine, travelling kisses down my jaw before he reached my neck, sucking and biting at the skin. He found a spot below my ear that sent shivers throughout my whole body and I knew he noticed my body's reaction because he stayed with his lips in that spot for a moment.
I subconsciously began grinding my hips down on his now hard dick creating friction against my aching core and I let out a whine from the sensation. I felt him smirk against my neck before he helped me move my hips against him by guiding me by my ass.
"You sound so pretty for me," he rasped in my ear and I let my eyes flutter closed for a moment, focusing on nothing but the feeling of his body against mine. His right hand removed itself from my ass and travelled up my back before I felt my bra straps become loose. I realised he had managed to unclasp my bra with one hand and I quickly slid it off of my arms, throwing it to the ground.
He pulled his lips away from my neck, staring at my now exposed boobs and he looked like he was going to drool the longer he looked at me. I lifted his chin with my hand, pressing a kiss to his rosy lips which were now slightly swollen.
"It's rude to stare," I teased as I whispered against his lips and he smirked before he kissed down my neck again. Eventually, he reached my chest, biting and sucking around my boobs before he attached his mouth around my right nipple. I whined at the contact and he used his hand to knead the other, rolling my nipple between his thumb and index finger as I breathed out, "Chris."
He hummed against me as he switched to my other nipple and I threaded my hands through his soft brown curls, tugging on the hair gently. Within a second, I was suddenly on my back in the bed and Chris stood at the edge of the bed between my parted legs. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs, kicking them off of his feet to reveal the black boxers he wore underneath. He didn't waste a second before he grabbed my thighs, pulling my ass to the edge of the bed before he knelt down on the floor and kissed the inside of my thighs. I sighed in content as I threw my hands on either side of my body, holding the sheets between my fingers in anticipation.
"Chris," I groaned, shuffling my hips around impatiently and he smirked against my thigh before he looked up at me through his eyelashes.
"What's wrong?" he teased, still pressing gentle kisses to my thighs dangerously close to my core.
"Please," I whined as I arched my back against the soft sheets.
"Please what?" he taunted me even further, now throwing my legs over his shoulders but pausing kissing the skin of my legs, "Use those words, baby."
"Just do something. Please," I whined once again and he chuckled before he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. He pulled them down my legs at a teasingly slow pace before he threw them on the floor with the clothes already littered around the room. Without warning, he moved his head between my thighs and placed a kiss on my clit making me whimper from the contact.
That was all the confirmation he needed before he began tracing circles around my clit, lapping up the wetness that was pooling between my legs since we entered his room. I threw my head back as I let out a moan, my breathing picking up the more he worked his mouth on me. I felt the vibrations of the music blasting through the house, the faint sounds of people talking and feet stumbling up and down the house but I drowned it out the moment Chris wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me still.
My hips habitually rolled upwards and he hummed against me, the vibrations making another moan tumble from my mouth with ease. I looked down to see he was staring at my face, his eyes full of lust and need as his tongue swirled around me creating pure bliss in my body. He removed his right arm from around my thigh and he pulled his mouth away from my pussy briefly, lapping up the wetness with his fingers as I bit my lip. He looked into my eyes, studying my reaction as he carefully inserted a finger into me and I closed my eyes, letting out another moan.
He began sucking and licking my clit again as he slid his finger in and out of me at a steady pace before he added a second. My hands flew to his hair again, tugging on it roughly as my hips bucked in the air. His fingers quickened their pace and I felt my stomach tighten, getting closer to my climax quickly.
"Chris, I'm gonna-" I cut off my own sentence with a moan and before I knew it, my legs were shaking on either side of his head as my orgasm hit me like a truck. He helped me ride out my high, slowing down as I whimpered and whined lazily. He pressed a kiss to my core once again as he slid his fingers out of me.
After unravelling his other arm from around my thigh, he stood up and I looked up to see him place his fingers between his lips before pulling them out with a pop. He climbed back over me, placing a kiss on my lips as he leaned on his left elbow for balance, his other hand kneading my boob gently. I tasted myself on his tongue as I wrapped my hands around his neck to pull him closer to me.
I pushed him onto his back on the bed beside me before I sat up and straddled him once again. I put my hands on his chest, smiling down at him when I noticed the shock on his face and my hair fell in front of my face. He moved his hands up to my face, tucking my hair behind my ears before he cupped my jaw with his rough hands.
"You look so beautiful," he whispered gently and I giggled as I leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips before I began rolling my hips against his, "If I don't fuck you now, I'm gonna cum in my fucking boxers."
"Impatient as always," I mumbled, a giggle falling out of my lips again and he pulled away to look up at me. Suddenly, the reality of the situation settled in my stomach and I breathed heavily as I whispered, "Are you sure you won't regret it?"
His eyebrows furrowed slightly before he smiled, "You're asking me now?"
"I'm serious, Chris," my tone changed from flirtatious to cautious, "Will you regret this tomorrow?"
"I never regret anything with you," his voice softened as he ran his hand through my hair, looking up at me with a gentle gaze, "This isn't about to change that."
I took a deep breath, feeling more sober than before as I dragged my hands down his bare torso. I moved to stand at the edge of the bed and Chris sat up, leaning back on his elbows. I slid my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, biting my lip as I looked up at him. He smirked at me and that was my signal to slide them down.
I teasingly dragged them down and when the black material reached his thighs, his dick sprung out. I pursed my lips to hide my smile as I slid the boxers off of his legs. I leaned down, kitten licking the tip of his dick causing him to suck in a sharp breath.
"Fuck don't do that," he groaned making me giggle and I stood up, straddling his waist again. He leaned back on the bed as I carefully lined his tip with my entrance.
I slowly slid down, letting out a rough moan that drowned out his own before I reached the base of his dick. He knew I'd only ever had sex with one person but what he didn't know is he was much bigger than him. I placed my head on his chest as I let out a heavy breath, adjusting to his size before I began moving my hips up carefully. He let out a groan as I started moving and I sat back up, placing my hands on his chest as I let out a whine. He moved his hands to my ass, helping guide me over his length as I moved slowly. I hung my head with my jaw slack as I let out pants of pleasure.
"Fuck," I heard him groan as the grip on my ass tightened, "You're so fucking tight, baby."
The rasp in his voice and the pleasure that undertoned it gave me more confidence. I decided to move faster and he let out another moan as I picked up the pace. His hips began lifting into mine and I let out a whimper from the impact.
Suddenly, I was flipped onto my back and he was towering over me again. He placed my ankles over his shoulders before he pushed his way back into me and moans tumbled from my mouth at the new position.
My words were incoherent but the one clear thing was his name coming out as a moan. I looked up at him to see he was staring down at where our bodies met before he looked at my face, his eyebrows threaded in pleasure as his mouth hung open. His right hand reached up, placing itself at the base of my throat and I was thankful for all of the awkward conversations we had about our sex lives because he knew exactly what I liked. He tightened his grip on my neck and I let out a strained moan, my eyes fluttering closed.
"You look so fucking pretty, baby," he huffed, keeping a steady pace as his hips met mine continually, "Been wanting to see you fucked out like this for so long."
I let my eyes open again and he leaned down, pressing my knees to my shoulders as he let his hand unwrap from my throat. He gently kissed my lips, a stark contrast from him pounding into me and I moaned into his mouth. He placed his hands on the back of my knees, realising this new position would send me over the edge.
"Hold your legs for me, princess," he demanded and it felt like I was a dog in training because I immediately did as I was told. He placed his right hand on my lower stomach, using his thumb to rub circles on my clit and another moan ripped through my throat.
"Chris," I gasped as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, "I'm gonna cum. Please."
"Let go, baby," he spoke lowly and my body registered his words faster than my brain because as soon as his sentence finished, my orgasm flowed through my body. I gripped the sheets on either side of me as my body shook and I contracted around his dick, his pace began to get sloppy telling me he was close.
"Baby," I moaned as he drilled into me, taking his thumb off of my clit to not overstimulate me too much.
"I'm gonna-" his words were cut off by a raspy moan and he pulled out of me. I let my legs fall on either side of him before I sat up quickly, grabbing his dick as I pumped him in my hand quickly. I stuck my tongue out, looking up at him with doe eyes and he made eye contact with me.
The muscles on his stomach contracted as he tilted his head back, letting out a loud moan as he reached his climax. The warm liquid fell on my tongue and around my face as I stroked his through his high, smiling to myself as I watched his body shake slightly from overstimulation. I let go of his dick as he looked down at me, a dopey smile on his lips. I swallowed the cum that had fallen on my tongue before I smiled up at him.
"Hang on," he said quickly, reaching towards his bedside table to pick up his phone. He held the phone in front of my face as I smiled up at the camera, the flash turning on quickly before he locked his phone and threw it on the bed, "Never want to forget what you look like after I fucked you brainless."
"Can I get some tissues now?" I asked, giggling since my head was still in the clouds and alcohol in my system made me feel even better. He chuckled, grabbing the box of tissues that were on his bedside table before he picked a few out, grabbing my chin before he gently wiped my face clean. He threw the tissues into the trash before he looked down at me again.
"You okay?" he questioned, his voice gentle as he pushed my hair away from my face and I hummed in response, "You wanna go back to the party?"
"Can we just stay here?" I asked and he nodded, walking over to his drawers. He pulled out two clean pairs of boxers before crouching down in front of me, sliding one of the pairs up my legs. I lifted my hips to let him pull them up to my waist and once they were securely on, he slid the other pair on himself. He jumped in the bed and I crawled over to him, laying myself next to him as I placed my head on his chest.
He pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me and the heat from his body kept me warm in the cold room. He slid the covers up, covering our bodies before he kissed the top of my head.
"I'll tell you what," he spoke and I looked up at him tiredly, "I definitely don't regret it."
