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introducing. . .sweet like candy
꒰ a pairing between emo!matt and. . .candy shop employee!reader aka cherry ꒱
matt. 22. skater. deftones. college dropout. works at the local record store. drives a beat up old mustang. white monster. cigarettes. dirty converse. wired headphones. lost count of how many tattoos he has. earrings. long hair. linkin park. where he goes, trouble follows.
cherry. 21. runs the family business like the navy. whimsy. colorful makeup. lolllipops. animal lover. trinket collector. digi cam pics. handmade accessories. has dragonflies tattooed on her spine. audrey hobert. funky nails. maxi skirts.
inner child healing. dressing each other up. being weird together. bickering like an old married couple. "matt, turn the screaming down!"
CHLO YAPS: PLEASEEEEE send requests, asks, literally anything for them!! i'm so in love with this pairing!!
tags: @bittenbymatt @mamaagirlbehindu123 @savmattsfavmattgirl @sturnscentrall @sturnskiss @icravechratt @courta13 @kailayahsturns @johnporkblogsblog @cherrychr1s @rainyyy-weather @amandapanda2 @grace-sturnz @summerupdup @glitteryun1corns @angel-sturn1 @chrismyeyesonly @chrisgirl4liferss @bendmeoverchris @choclatechipcookiechloe @udontknkw-me @bittenbymatt
CANDY SHOP: M.S. in which. . .emo!matt gives cherry a taste of a different type of candy (requested by @courta13)
warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), cherry is innocent, making out, dry humping, dirty talk, cum eating, humiliation, hints at food play->0.7k
you ran the flat of your tongue over your cherry lollipop, your third one of the day to be exact. you were over at matt's apartment, lounging on the couch with your feet in his lap as some shitty rom-com played on the TV.
⟡ now airing ---⭑𓂃 ⟢ try it, bite it, lick it, spit it 𖦹 𓂃⭑
starring matt sturniolo as... aloof perv!matt
── .✦ 22. computer science major. a man of few words. not the shy type—more so the calculating type. intimidating. virgin with a comically big dick. huge pervert underneath his aloof attitude. versace eros. loves animals and nature. blue-light glasses. leather jackets. apple juice addict. silver jewelry. not involved in a fraternity but is friends with the guys in it. altitude by montell fish.
starring you as... inquisitive!reader aka dahlia
── .✦ 21. finance major. never stops talking. a perfect balance of shy and bold. social butterfly. doesn’t sleep around but isn’t a virgin either. overly curious, and annoyingly nosy sometimes. eilish no. 1. matches matt’s love for nature and animals. claw clips. everything lace 𖬺𖬺 bows. pineapple juice lover. silver jewelry. tolerates frat guys just for matt. microplastics by ashnikko.
SYNOPSIS there are two things you did not think would happen this semester, one of them being a surprise group project and the other being matt sturniolo sitting across from you on your bed in your dorm room. although, the awkwardness soon faded, and you realize he might not be as bad as you thought he was. and as the overly curious person you are, you ask him something that’ll change your dynamic forever. it turns out, the notorious player is actually a virgin—with one too many kinks and dirty, unfulfilled fantasies.
FILMOGRAPHY
EPISODES
⟢ coming soon !
FILLER EPISODES
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MISC.
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Q&A
⟢ everything aloof perv!matt && inquisitive!reader
---⭑ «tickets» 𓂃 «au navi» ⭑---
DIRECTOR’S SPEECH guess who’s starting a new au knowing damn well it never goes well (i abandon them). i’ve been procrastinating making this au since, like, december 2024 just ’cause i already had so many unfinished wips then (i still do) and i just never got around to it. i’m not good at creating aus but i think this one turned out okay :)
ⓘ updates will probably be slow and some chapters will contain dead dove content. warnings will be at the top of every chapter.
© chrisssiren
ruined—m.s.
✧ mechanic!matt, dom!matt, unprotected sex (creampie), bigdick!matt, fingering, degradation, slight semi-public sex, rough sex, praise, car sex
✧ summary: your car breaks down and you meet matt, the mechanic who’s blunt, flirty, and impossible to ignore. he gets your car running again, but the real problem is the tension between you two.
✧ word count: 3.7k
✧ authors note: bit of a lengthy one...sorry guys i got carried away while writing lol...
the first thing you noticed about matt was that he looked irritated to be alive.
grease on his hands. dark curls shoved back messily. gray tank top clinging slightly to his back from the heat inside the shop. he was halfway underneath the hood of somebody’s car when your piece of shit sedan made a horrible grinding sound pulling into the garage.
the noise echoed through the building loud enough to make one of the guys in the back physically stop what he was doing.
matt winced immediately.
“jesus christ,” he muttered under his breath, pushing himself upright.
the fluorescent lights overhead caught on the sweat along the back of his neck while he wiped a hand across his jaw, already looking annoyed before he’d even seen you.
you rolled your window down slowly. “that bad?”
he looked at your car.
then at you.
then back at your car.
“how long has it been making that sound?”
“like…” you hesitated. “a week?”
his head dropped for a second.
actually dropped.
“a week,” he repeated flatly.
“i was hoping it would go away.”
“yeah,” he said, voice dry. “because that’s usually how engines work.”
you narrowed your eyes immediately. “you always this friendly?”
that finally got something out of him besides annoyance.
a quick smirk.
small. crooked. gone almost immediately.
you got out of the car before you could stop yourself, warm late-afternoon air immediately wrapping around your skin.
somewhere deeper in the garage, music played quietly through speakers. the whole place smelled like motor oil, metal, smoke, and heat.
matt wiped his hands on the rag tucked into his back pocket while walking slowly around the front of your car.
“you got a name?” he asked casually.
you told him.
he repeated it once under his breath, slower this time, like he was testing it out.
then he nodded toward the hood.
“pop it.”
you pulled the lever from inside while he walked around front. his forearm flexed slightly when he lifted the hood open and you immediately got annoyed at yourself for noticing.
actually no.
you got annoyed at him for looking like that in a mechanic shop.
it felt unfair.
“you know absolutely nothing about cars, huh?” he asked after a minute, leaning further into the engine.
“i know the basics.”
he glanced at you over his shoulder.
“you drove this thing here sounding like a washing machine full of knives.”
“okay well when you say it like that-”
“because that’s what happened.”
you laughed despite yourself and matt looked over immediately.
like the sound surprised him.
his expression shifted for half a second before he looked back down at the engine again.
“matt,” somebody yelled from deeper in the garage.
“what.”
“where’s the socket set?”
“where you left it probably.”
“helpful.”
a second later, another guy came around the corner of the garage, wiping his hands on a stained rag.
for a genuinely confusing moment, you thought you were seeing double.
same dark curls. same blue eyes and same sharp jaw.
his eyes flicked toward you immediately.
then toward matt.
then back to you again.
a grin spread across his face so fast it was almost annoying.
“oh,” he said slowly, dragging the word out. “that’s why you’ve been ignoring everybody.”
matt finally looked up, visibly irritated now. “shut the fuck up, chris.”
chris, (his twin? triplet?) just laughed under his breath, tossing the rag over his shoulder before looking at you again.
“good luck with him,” he said. “seriously.”
“can you go away?” matt muttered.
chris held his hands up innocently. “alright, alright. jesus.” he started backing away before pointing toward the car. “try not to scare the customer off this time.”
“leave.”
“you’re no fun anymore.”
matt grabbed a rag off the counter and threw it at him without looking. chris laughed the entire way deeper into the garage, his voice fading out under the noise of clanging tools and music playing faintly somewhere in the back.
his focus dropped back to your car and he tightened something under the hood.
his rings clicked softly against metal every few seconds.
you crossed your arms loosely, leaning against the side of the car while you watched him work.
which apparently you were doing too obviously.
because after a minute he said, without looking up,
“you can sit inside if you want.”
“i’m okay.”
“unless staring at me is part of the experience.”
your face heated instantly.
“i’m not staring at you,” you said quickly. “you’re literally just fixing my car directly in front of me.”
matt hummed like he didn’t believe you for a second.
“right.”
“you’re in my line of vision.”
that finally made him look up at you.
grease streaked across his hand. curls falling into his eyes. the corner of his mouth pulled slightly like he was trying not to smile.
you had to hide your own smile.
by the time he finally shut the hood, the sun had dipped lower outside the garage doors, warm orange light spilling across the concrete floors and catching against the tattoos on his arms.
“good news,” he said, wiping his hands clean again.
“i’m scared already.”
“she lives another day.”
you exhaled dramatically. “thank god.”
his laugh was quieter this time. lower.
he stepped closer to hand you your keys and suddenly the air felt warmer than it already was.
close enough now that you could smell soap underneath the oil and metal clinging to him.
close enough to notice his eyes properly for the first time.
bluer than you expected.
your fingers brushed when you reached for the keys.
matt looked down at your hand for a second too long before looking back up at you.
“you hungry?” he asked casually.
you blinked. “what?”
he shrugged one shoulder, leaning back against the side of your car like he had all the time in the world.
“there’s a diner down the street.” his eyes stayed on yours. “unless you’re busy.”
you should’ve said no.
seriously.
normal people probably would’ve.
instead you heard yourself ask, “are you always this confident with customers?”
matt’s mouth twitched slightly.
“only the pretty ones.”
twenty minutes later you were sitting across from him in a diner booth that smelled like fries, coffee, and old vinyl seats, pretending you weren’t hyperaware of every time his knee brushed yours under the table.
rain was outside the windows now, dark clouds gathering slowly overhead while neon signs reflected against the glass.
matt had cleaned up before leaving the shop.
sort of.
the grease was gone from his hands and forearms, but there was still a faint smudge near his wrist he must’ve missed. his curls were still messy, damp slightly at the temples from washing his face too quickly.
you kept looking at him.
the waitress dropped the check off eventually, but neither of you moved right away.
outside the diner windows it had gone dark already, neon signs reflecting softly against the glass.
matt tapped his fingers once against the table before looking at you again.
“you got somewhere to be?”
you shook your head before you could think too hard about it.
“good.”
“why’s that.”
he held your gaze for a second too long.
“don’t really wanna stop talking to you yet.”
the air shifted after that.
your heartbeat picked up stupidly fast while matt leaned back slightly, blue eyes still fixed on yours like he was waiting to see what you’d do with that.
“are you this nice all the girls whose cars break down?” you asked quietly.
“your car didn’t break down, thanks to me.”
“close enough.”
he laughed softly.
“and no.” his voice dropped slightly. “just you.”
your breath caught a little at that.
matt looked unfairly good under the low diner lighting. brown curls falling into his eyes again, rings tapping lightly against the tabletop, tattoos disappearing beneath the sleeves he’d rolled back down earlier.
you wondered suddenly what his hands would feel like against your skin.
immediately hated yourself for the thought.
matt was watching you with this calm steady look that made everything feel hotter than it was.
not cocky anymore. honest. and somehow that was worse.
“you barely know me,” you said.
“wanna fix that?” he asked, his head tilting to the side and his eyes surveying your reaction to his words.
your stomach flipped hard enough to hurt.
this was becoming a problem.
the diner had mostly emptied out by now, lights dimmer than before, staff wiping down counters in the background.
somehow it felt like you and matt were sitting in your own little pocket of the world.
which was dangerous, honestly.
because every minute with him made it easier to forget you’d met him literally hours ago.
matt shifted a little closer in the booth then, arm stretching along the back of the seat behind you again. not touching you. it was almost worse that he wasn’t.
his eyes flicked over your face slowly, lingering just enough to make heat creep up your neck.
you could feel your heartbeat in your throat.
your fingers tightened slightly around your drink without realizing.
his mouth twitched barely at the corner, not enough to call a smile, just enough to tell you he saw right through you.
your eyes dropped to the table too fast, pulse fluttering stupidly hard while you pretended to care very deeply about the condensation dripping down the side of your cup.
outside, rain had started sometime while you were inside. droplets streaked against the diner windows under the neon glow outside.
matt glanced toward it briefly before looking back at you.
“you parked at the shop, right?”
“yeah.”
“i’ll drive you back.”
“i can get an uber or something, you don’t have to.”
“i know.” his eyes dropped briefly to your mouth before lifting again. “i still wanna.”
the drive back felt warmer than it should’ve.
music low. some old rock song.
rain tapping against the windshield.
matt driving one handed while the other rested near the gearshift, fingers flexing every so often like he wanted to do something with them but he was stopping himself.
you caught him looking at you at a red light once.
not subtle at all.
“what,” you asked quietly.
“nothing.”
“liar.”
he smiled a little without looking away.
then the light turned green and he finally looked back at the road.
when you got back to the shop, the garage was dark now except for one overhead light near the back. rain fell harder outside, loud against the metal roof.
matt killed the engine but neither of you moved immediately.
your heartbeat was ridiculous at this point.
he turned slightly in his seat to look at you fully.
close in the dark.
too close.
“this usually happen to you?” he asked softly.
“what.”
“meeting somebody and wanting them this fast.”
your breath caught hard.
matt’s eyes flicked down to your mouth again.
slowly.
“because it doesn’t happen to me,” he admitted. “not like this.”
the air in the car felt thick, charged.
matt's words hung between you, and you couldn't look away from him even if you'd wanted to.
he shook his head slowly, his gaze dropping to your mouth again, lingering there like he was imagining exactly what he wanted to do to you.
"you make me-" he stopped, jaw tightening slightly like he was frustrated with himself. "fuck. you make me want to ruin my own rules."
"what rules?"
"the ones about keeping my hands off customers."
your breath shuddered out of you. "i'm not a customer anymore. you fixed my car."
matt's eyes darkened, a slow, dangerous smile pulling at his mouth. "yeah?"
"yeah."
"so if i kissed you right now," he said, leaning closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him, "that wouldn't be unprofessional?"
"pretty sure we're past professional, matt."
he moved.
his hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheekbone with a gentleness that contradicted the hunger in his eyes, and then his mouth was on yours.
matt's tongue slid against yours with a confidence that made your head spin. his fingers threaded into your hair, tilting your head back against the headrest, taking exactly what he wanted.
you made a sound against his mouth, small and broken, and matt swallowed it greedily, his other hand finding your waist and gripping hard enough to bruise.
"get in the back," he murmured against your lips, the words rough and commanding.
"what?"
"backseat." his teeth grazed your lower lip, a sharp little bite that made you gasp. "now. before i fuck you right here where anybody could walk by and see what a mess you're already making."
your face burned but you were moving, crawling clumsily between the seats into the back, heart hammering so hard you could feel it in your throat.
matt followed, his larger frame folding into the space behind you, and then he was reaching for you, pulling you into his lap, his hands rough and sure as they pushed up under your shirt.
"look at you," he breathed, his mouth finding your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin as his palms slid up to cup your breasts. "already falling apart and i've barely touched you."
you whimpered, your hips moving involuntarily against his, seeking friction.
he laughed darkly, his thumbs brushing over your nipples through your bra, making you arch into him.
his mouth was everywhere, your jaw, your throat, the spot behind your ear, and his hands were on your body like he was memorizing every curve, every sensitive spot that made you moan.
you could feel him hard and thick against you, and the confirmation that he was that affected, that desperate for you, sent chill up your spine.
"matt," you gasped when his fingers found the button of your jeans, flicking it open with practiced ease. "wait-"
"no," he said simply, his hand sliding down into your panties without hesitation, his middle finger sliding through your folds to find you embarrassingly wet.
"you've been looking at me all fucking day like you wanted this. like you wanted me to bend you over that goddamn car and fuck you until you couldn't remember your own name."
your head fell back against his shoulder as his finger circled your clit, the pressure perfect, relentless.
"so don't tell me to wait," he continued, his mouth against your ear, his voice a low, filthy rumble that vibrated through your chest. "not when you're this wet for me."
"oh god-"
"that's it," he praised when you ground down against his hand, seeking more. "that's my girl. desperate and pretty, just like i knew you'd be."
he added a second finger, working you open with rough, deliberate strokes that had you rocking against his palm, chasing the friction.
the rain was loud against the windows, the car slightly humid from your breath and body heat, and you felt completely surrounded by him, by the punishing rhythm of his fingers inside you.
"you gonna come like this?" he asked, his free hand gripping your hip, holding you still so he could control exactly how you took it. "gonna make a mess of my hand before i even get my cock inside you?"
"i-" your voice broke as he pressed his thumb hard against your clit, rubbing tight circles that made your thighs shake. "fuck, matt, please-"
"please what?"
"please-"
he bit down on your shoulder, hard, and you came apart with a cry that he had to muffle with his free hand over your mouth, his fingers never stopping their punishing pace, drawing out every shuddering wave until you were whimpering, oversensitive, boneless against him.
"good girl," he murmured against your sweat-dampened neck, his hand finally stilling, his fingers still buried inside you. "look at you. absolutely ruined and i haven't even fucked you yet."
you whined around his fingers, and he laughed softly.
"want you inside me," you breathed, your face burning. "want you to fuck me. please. right here."
"look at you," he said softly, his gaze dragging down your body, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading you wider over him. "so fucking pretty. so wet. you need this bad, don't you? need me to fill you up?"
"yes," you sobbed, reaching for his belt, your fingers clumsy with urgency. "yes, please, matt-"
he helped you, his own hands steady as he freed himself from his jeans, his cock heavy and hard against his stomach, the tip flushed and leaking.
you wrapped your hand around him without thinking, marveling at the heat of him, the thickness that made your stomach flip with anticipation.
"that's it," he breathed, his hips bucking into your touch. "touch me. get me ready to fuck you stupid in this backseat."
"gonna steam up the windows," you managed, your voice cracking as he throbbed in your palm.
"good," he growled, his hand wrapping around yours, guiding his cock to your entrance, the head sliding through your folds, spreading your wetness. "let them. let everybody fucking know what we're doing in here. let them know how desperate you are."
he pushed up as you sank down, your joint moans filling the small space, the stretch burning so perfectly that your vision blurred.
he was so deep like this, your knees pressed against the worn leather on either side of his hips, his hands gripping your waist that held you still while you adjusted.
"shit," he groaned, his forehead dropping against your collarbone, his breath hot and ragged. "shit, you feel- you're so fucking tight. so perfect."
"matt," you whimpered, rocking experimentally, the shifting sensation making both of you gasp. "too big-"
"you can take it," he grunted, his grip tightening, holding you in place when you tried to lift up.
he started moving then, his hips snapping up with a force that bounced you on his lap, your head knocking back against the headrest with a soft thud.
the car was definitely rocking, you realized, creaking with every thrust.
"they could see us," he said, his voice strained, thrusting up into you with a relentless rhythm.
"could walk right past and see what a mess you are. see how you're taking my cock desperately."
"oh god," you sobbed, your nails digging into his shoulders, your body jolting with every impact. "matt-"
he continued, his mouth finding your throat, sucking dark bruises into your skin. "so fucking hungry for it. look at you. can't even keep quiet, can you?"
he was right. you were being loud, your moans filling the small space, echoing against the windows that were definitely starting to fog up.
"such a good girl," he praised when you clenched around him, your body responding to his words.
"taking it so well. so deep. feel how you're stretched around me? feel how you're making a mess of me?"
"yes," you gasped, your hips moving now, meeting his thrusts, chasing the friction.
he shifted his grip, his fingers digging in hard, pulling you down onto him harder, faster. his other hand found your jaw, tilting your face up to look at him, his eyes dark and blown out, his curls falling into his face with sweat.
"wanna see your face when you come on my cock like a good little girl. wanna see exactly how stupid i fuck you."
the words alone were almost enough. you were so close, your whole body trembling.
"matt," you choked out, your eyes rolling back slightly before forcing them open, meeting his gaze. "matt, i'm gonna-i'm close-"
"yeah?" he grunted, his hips snapping up with new urgency, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the car, mixing with the rain.
"gonna come for me? gonna make a mess of yourself in my backseat? go ahead. do it. come on my cock, sweetheart. show me how good i fucked you."
his hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit, pressing down hard, rubbing tight, desperate circles that pushed you over the edge.
you came with a cry that he had to muffle with his mouth, his tongue sweeping in to swallow the sound.
"shit," he gasped against your mouth, his voice high pitched and soft, his hips stuttering. "shit, you're-i'm gonna-"
"come inside me," you begged, your voice wrecked, your hands gripping his face, forcing him to look at you. "please, matt, want to feel it, want-"
he buried his face in your neck with a guttural sound, his hips snapping forward one final time,
his cock pulsing as he spilled into you, hot and thick. he kept moving, slow, shallow thrusts, his breath ragged and warm against your skin.
for a long moment you stayed like that, breathing hard, his weight pressing you back against the seat, his cock still inside you.
the car smelled like sweat and sex and motor oil, and you felt completely, perfectly wrecked.
"you okay?" he murmured eventually, his voice muffled against your neck, his thumb stroking gently over your hip where he'd gripped too hard.
you hummed, too fucked out to form words.
he laughed softly, the sound warm and pleased, and pressed a kiss to your temple. "yeah," he said quietly. "me too."
when he finally pulled out, you winced slightly at the loss, and he immediately looked concerned, his hands gentle as he helped you shift off his lap, arranging your trembling limbs on the seat beside him.
"sore?"
"a little," you admitted, your voice hoarse. "good sore."
he smiled, helping you dress with a tenderness that felt at opposite with how roughly he'd just fucked you.
he cleaned himself up with a rag from the glove compartment, probably the same one from his back pocket earlier, you realized with a blush, and fixed his jeans before pulling you back against his side.
"stay," he said softly, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, his fingers tracing patterns on your bare thigh. "just… stay here with me for a while."
outside, the rain continued to fall, and the windows were completely fogged over now.
you leaned into him, your head on his shoulder.
"we can't stay in this car forever," you murmured.
"why not?" he kissed your forehead, his voice drowsy and satisfied. "got everything i need right here."
you smiled against his neck.
"you're ridiculous."
you decided that maybe, just maybe, breaking down at this particular garage was the best thing that had ever happened to you.
The Guy Next Door (Part 6)
The Other Guy Next Door Chris X f! OC | Matt X f! Reader Mature | Explicit | MDNI One secret is broken, only for a deeper one to take its place in the shadows of their own home. Part 5
It's a Wednesday night, the noise is a physical thing. It pulses through your walls—laughter, shouts, the thumping bass of some hip-hop track you don’t recognize. The triplets’ game night party. Chris had texted you an invitation hours ago. “Come over. It’s chill.” You’d replied with a polite decline, citing the mountain of fabric samples and pattern sketches scattered across your desk. A project due tomorrow. Truthfully, the thought of navigating a room full of their unknown friends made your stomach tighten. You weren’t built for that kind of casual chaos.
So you sit, AirPods snug in your ears, your own playlist of soothing R&B drowning out the distant celebration. The lamplight casts a warm pool over your work. You’re tracing a seam line, your brow furrowed in concentration, when a flicker of movement catches your eye.
You glance up. The window across from yours, Chris’s window, is now lit. The curtains are only half-drawn. You see a slice of the room—the purple glow of his LED strip, the edge of his bed. Then two figures.
A guy’s back, broad and familiar, blocking most of the view. And a girl, smaller, pressed against him. Her hands are tangled in his hair. Long, dark black hair flows down her back. She’s wearing all black—a tight tank, jeans. An edgy, pretty look. They’re kissing. Not a sweet kiss. It’s deep, hungry. His hands are on her waist, pulling her flush against him.
Your pencil stops moving.
Is that Chris? Matt? A friend?
『 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺 』
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ---› smut ⋆ bsf!chris ⋆ friends to something ⋆ sexual tension ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ pet names ⋆ lots of teasing ⋆ chris is cocky and confident ⋆ making out ⋆ soft dom!chris ⋆ raw dogging ⋆ big dick!chris ⋆ size kink ⋆ bulge kink ⋆ clit play ⋆ fingers in mouth ⋆ mix of praise and degradation ⋆ dumbification ⋆ creampie + more.
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ---› 𝟑.𝟓 𝒌
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ---› well... it took me a minute to get this out 😭 anyway, all that "creamy" comment to white chocolate was craaazy (but i wouldn’t mind his creamy white chocolate ygwim??? lmaooo mb i’ll smbau).
𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 ---› english is not my first language! this is the continuation of «slut me out» for the people who wanted a second part^^
𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 ---› when chris used chat gpt to ask what kind of chocolate was best for chocolate chip pancakes (i’m assuming). the bot’s reply inspired this.
❝𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒆.❞
It has been a little over two weeks since you and Chris crossed the line between friends and something more. He’s been acting casual around you, too damn casual. He’s pretending as if that day didn’t happen. As if he didn’t fuck your mouth on the living room couch while his brothers were out.
That grated on your nerves. Because you didn’t know what he was thinking. You never can read his mind. He’s unreadable like that—or maybe you just don’t know him as well as you think you do. But that thought didn’t sit right with you either.
You’re drowning in your worries and thoughts on their living room couch—the same couch Chris had you on your knees and his cock deep down your throat—while simultaneously watching one of their Friday videos. The TV is loud, but not enough to distract you from your thoughts.
Oh ok.
─── 𝓕rustration
࿓ 𝑻oxic!matt 𖬺 𝑻oxic!reader
throughout the week, matt found himself lost in a whirlwind of emotions. he felt a mix of frustration, irritation, and annoyance, but he couldn't pinpoint the reason behind it all. all he knew was that everything around him seemed to get on his nerves, leaving him in a state of confusion.
as he stepped through the door, his brothers greeted him, and he could feel a sharp irritation bubbling up inside him.
"hello, brother!" nick greeted loudly, his voice echoing.
"yoooo," chris chimed in, adding to nick's loud greeting.
matt let out an annoyed sigh as he slumped onto the white couch in the living room. "could y'all tone it down? there's literally no fucking reason to be so loud, dude."
a grimace twisted nick's features, "looks like someone's bitter today...yikes."
matt let out a frustrated huff.
"yeah, bro's mad for no reason," chris chuckled.
matt shoved himself off the couch, his irritation growing since he got home. "fuck, man. shut the fuck UP," he snapped, frustration boiling over. "god forbid a man wants fucking SILENCE." he grumbled as he stormed off to his room.
nick and chris exchanged puzzled glances, both wondering why matt was so unusually angry today. it wasn't uncommon for him to have his moments, but this intensity was different.
—
matt sat on the edge of his bed, his fingers pressed against his temples in a desperate attempt to ease the tension swirling in his mind. confusion clouded his thoughts as he struggled to understand the weight pressing down on him. all he knew was that he wanted this feeling to disappear, to vanish into thin air.
despite the throbbing pain in his head, you still danced through his thoughts. that was when he chose to send you a message:
—
he arrived and parked in front of your house and quickly opened the car door, eager to get out. he needed to see you.
he walked up to your front door, where you were waiting with a smirk on your face. the way he was acting only turned you on even more.
"look who it is," you say, glancing up at him. matt smirks, his arms wrapping around your waist. one of his hands slowly slides down, gripping your ass.
you giggled, tugging him down by the collar of his white tank top for a kiss. matt lets out a groan, then gently pushed you inside your house, closing the door behind him.
as you both continued kissing, you made your way to the living room and found yourselves on the couch. matt sank back into the cushions, while you stood between his legs, his hands resting on your waist.
matt's fingers danced along the waistband of your pajama shorts, teasingly trying to pull them down to reveal your panties. you swatted his hands away and said, "use your words, baby."
matt leaned in closer, resting his chin on your stomach as he gazed up at you. "i want you so fucking bad. i'll do anything. please, baby." his eyes were glossy, showing just how desperate he was for something to happen.
a playful smirk crossed your face as your fingers tangled in his hair. you decided to tease him a little. "okay, then, pull my shorts down."
matt didn't hesitate. he quickly followed your command. as he slid your shorts and panties off, he couldn't help but admire your pretty pussy. it was as if hearts sparkled in his eyes at the view. you grabbed his head, making him focus on you. "want a taste?" you teased. he nodded eagerly. "then go ahead and enjoy," you urged, guiding his head closer to your bare cunt.
matt wasted no time. he immediately pressed his mouth against you, his tongue exploring eagerly. you lifted your leg onto the couch, giving him better access, and oh, did it work. he devoured you like a man starved. his hands found your ass, squeezing tightly. a gasp escaped your lips as moans poured out. your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. you felt your hips rolling against him. "mmm, so good. so fucking good." you moaned, looking down at him. his eyes were closed, lost in the moment, the sounds of him savoring you filling the air. your eyes rolled back as his beard brushed against your inner thigh, sending shivers of pleasure through you.
just as you were about to reach climax, you pushed his head away, his lips making a soft 'pop' as they left you. "what the fuck?" he protested, a hint of frustration in his voice. "oh, don’t get upset. i want to taste you," you added quickly, trying to lighten the mood. matt rolled his eyes, but deep down, he didn’t want anything in return. for him, tasting you was his pleasure.
you kneel between his legs, your elbows resting on his thighs, and your tits in your tank top pressing against the bulge in his sweatpants. all matt can do is breathe heavily, completely captivated by the sight of you. you start to play with the strings of his sweats, leaning forward until your mouth reaches them. with a tug of your teeth, you loosen the knot, and a soft groan escapes his lips.
your fingers glide to the waistband, pulling it down to his ankles, leaving him in just his boxers. you trace the outline of him, your manicured fingers exploring. matt tilts his head back, overwhelmed and unable to look at you. you pause for a moment, locking eyes with him. "eyes on me, matthew," you command, and he obediently tilts his head back down.
then, you stick your tongue out, teasingly licking a stripe along the fabric of his boxers. matt moans loudly, a sound that echoes in the room, more intense than you've ever heard. "fuck!" he gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
you can’t help but giggle, feeling pleased by the way you affect him.
after teasing for a bit, you finally give in. your fingers trace the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to his ankles, where his sweatpants already lie. his hard cock springs free, brushing against his abdomen and leaving a slick trail of pre-cum. your mouth waters at the sight.
you grab his length, moving your hand up and down while you spit and let your saliva create a slick coating. matt is completely lost in pleasure, unable to say anything but a steady stream of moans. the word "shit" escapes his lips repeatedly.
this sound of his arousal filled the air, making your thighs clenche. after teasing him with your hands, you leaned in to kiss the tip gently, then wrapped your lips around him. matt gripped the edge of the couch, his knuckles turning pale from the effort as he let out a deep groan. the warmth of your mouth sent him spiraling into bliss, and before he could fully grasp the sensation, you took him in completely. his tip brushed the back of your throat, and you could feel your nose press against his lower abdomen. matt's eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy—he was lost in the moment, craving more. watching his reactions only made you wetter. you pulled back slightly, then began to tease him with slow, deliberate licks, maintaining eye contact as you explored every inch of him. “does it feel good?” you asked playfully, your tongue dancing over him. he nodded, breathless, “so fucking good. that pretty little mouth of yours never disappoints.”
before he could reach his climax, you stopped. "why'd you stop?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion. you stood up from the floor, a playful smile on your lips. "what if i let you finish inside me, hm?" matt's smirk widened as he pulled you onto his lap. your knees brushed against the sides of the couch, resting next to his thighs.
you grabbed his cock, teasingly rubbing his tip against your wetness, feeling the heat of your arousal mingling together. the sound of your slick movements filled the air. you locked eyes with him, watching his expression as you continued to tease. his mouth hung open, soft moans spilling out, your name escaping his lips like a sacred chant.
as you rolled your hips against him, your eyebrows knitted together, your mouth forming an 'o' shape. without any warning, you slid him inside you. matt let out a deep growl, his hips thrusting up to meet you. you bit your lip, savoring the sensation as he filled you completely, stretching you in ways that made you gasp.
you began to ride him slowly, savoring every inch as your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. matt's hands found their way to your hips, squeezing gently and guiding you as you moved. “y'know, having you wrapped around me, cured me,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire.
“oh really? feeling my pussy around you cured your stupid frustration towards the whole world?” you teased back, breathless.
“mhm, that pretty pussy of yours solves all my fucking problems,” he replied, his hands slipping away from your waist to kiss your shoulder. he slid the straps of your tank top down, revealing your bare tits. “literal heaven,” he murmured, eyes glued to your breasts as they bounced with your movements.
without hesitation, his mouth found one of your nipples while his other hand caressed the other. you picked up your pace, the pleasure building within you, urging you to go faster. matt noticed, his gaze flicking up to yours, a playful grin on his lips. “eager, are we?” he teased, his mouth still occupied.
you let out a mix of moans, caught between pain and pleasure. with a swift motion, he pulled back, lifting your hips and thrusting into you. your toes curled as his tip hit that perfect spot, making your mind swim with blissful nonsense. it felt amazing. your nails dug into his shoulders, lost in the wave of ecstasy. matt was in a world of his own, unaware of how fast or rough he was going, only focused on making you cum.
moments later, the sounds of both your and matt's final moans echoed through the living room. you felt his warm, thick white ropes of cum shoot and fill you up, leaving your legs trembling and breathless. matt nestled into the crook of your neck, kissing you softly. you tried to push him away, but his arms held you tightly. he looked up at you, a playful expression on his face. "wanna leave so soon, huh?" he asked with a teasing grin.
"what does it look like?" you shot back, a smirk on your lips.
matt chuckled, his voice low and inviting. "c'mon, let me stay inside you. you feel so good and warm..." he nuzzled back into your neck, his breath warm against your skin. you rolled your eyes playfully, knowing he was right. if he pulled out, you would feel an emptiness that you didn’t want to face just yet. so, you let him stay, savoring the moment until he was ready to clean you up.
—
after freshening up, you and matt snuggled together on the couch. your head rested comfortably against his chest, his arm wrapped securely around your waist, while his chin rested gently on the top of your head. as he began to run his fingers through your hair, he spoke softly, “what if we tried getting back together? i mean, i really want to be with you.” you looked up at him “seriously?”
matt locked his gaze with yours, sincerity in his expression. “yes, y/n, seriously.” you rolled your eyes and leaned back against him. “i don’t know.”
“then who does?” he replied, a hint of irritation in his voice. you shrugged, unsure of what to say next. matt lifted your chin with two fingers, his touch gentle yet firm. “y/n, c'mon.”
“aren’t the other girls satisfying you enough?” you shot back.
his fingers slipped away from your chin as he sighed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “yeah, thought so,” you added.
“so, you think i’m seeing other people?” he asked, annoyance creeping into his voice.
“pretty much. you always do,” you retorted instantly, a spark of mischief in your eyes.
“no, i do not,” he shushed you, but you could see the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
matt tightened his grip around your waist, his voice dropping to a serious tone. “you’re the only girl i want to be with—”
before he could finish, you interrupted, “who are you seeing next?”
matt’s frustration bubbled to the surface. “oh my god, y/n. no one. literally no one,” he exclaimed, rubbing his temple. “instead of taking my frustration away, you just give it back, don’t you?” he asked sarcastically.
you smiled brightly, “yes, i do. and guess what? you keep coming back.”
© feinformatt
𝓝ote: guess who finally got motivated to start and finish the first blurb of this au 🥹 i have another one in my drafts, but i have nooo motivation for it. mid, but i needed to write something.
@heartsforonlyforchris @heartsformattybsturns @courta13 @gwennysturniolo @fein4lararaj @pingolingo23 @moond0llie @whore4chris @mattsdivaa @vicxsturniolo @sturnsgirly @angel-alii (idk if it tagged some of y'all)
Guys I'm actually so sorry💔 i dont know what I'm gonna do for my next part of fratboy!Chris and partygirl!reader... Maybe just asks for right now? I have really bad writers block😟
˗ˏˋin which boyfriend!chris has a dumbification kink ´ˎ˗
warnings; major dumbification kink. smut. unprotected p in v. softdom!chris x sub!reader. creampie.
Lana and chris's first time... And definitely not the last.
Warnings: badly written smut.. (Tell me if smuts not for me okay..😥) cursing, leaving after sex.
`. ✴︎ DRUNK ON YOU
ⓘ smut ⋆ lowk pure filth ⋆ bsf!chris ⋆ oral (f!recieving) ⋆ pussydrunk!chris ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ multiple orgasms ⋆ pet names ⋆ mattress humping + more
freya’s notes: ummm chat is this too freaked out 😭 layout ib: @chrisssiren
you can barely speak; only pathetic moans spilling from your lips. chris—your best friend—is buried between your legs, and has been for the past twenty minutes. it all started when he confessed that he had surprisingly never made a girl cum on his tongue; so, like the kind, helpful friend that you are, you volunteered to help him learn. little did you know how much that offer would backfire.
How lana and chris first met...
Warnings: cussing, drinking, smoking, suggestive content
Author notes: first part.. Kinda nervy (let me know if this is ass or not🙃)
◦˚~ MAROON DIVIDERS ~˚◦
Requested by: anonymous Info: these were all made by me. please reblog/like if use!
Introducing.. Fratboy!Chris
Travis Scott, beer, blunts, "I dont need bitches on, bitches need me.", gym bro, baggy jeans, late night drives, travis Scott
Best paired with... Party girl!reader
Introducing... Partygirl!reader
...Daddy issues, vodka, SZA, pink, chanel perfume, untouchable, Kehlani,
Best paired with.. Fratboy!Chris
The Guy Next Door (Part 3)
Audience of One Chris X f! Reader Mature | Explicit | MDNI The next morning you have a very interesting breakfast that will satiate a different kind of hunger. Part 2
The air in the community gym was a welcome, icy contrast to the oppressive Los Angeles evening. You were the only one there—or so you thought—the rhythmic thump-thump of your sneakers on the treadmill syncing perfectly with the heavy bass of the R&B track in your ears. Your matching spandex set, a deep charcoal that clung to every petite curve, was already slick with a fine sheen of sweat.
Then you saw him through the floor-to-ceiling mirrors.
One of the triplets. He was a silhouette of dark fabric against the weight racks: a black long-sleeved sweatshirt, matching sweatpants, and a fitted cap pulled low and backward over his brow. He was mid-set, the sheer effort of the lift making his broad shoulders look even more imposing. When he caught your eye in the reflection, he didn't look away. Instead, he offered that familiar, slow, devastatingly handsome grin.
The memory of the kitchen—the marble counter, the taste of Chris, the way he’d left you shaking—surged through you like a live wire. You didn't hesitate. You hopped off the treadmill, your heart already racing from more than just the cardio, and sauntered over.
"Didn't think you'd be able to handle a workout after this morning," you murmured, leaning casually against the iron rack beside him. You pitched your voice low, a secret meant only for him. "You looked pretty... drained."
He paused, a heavy dumbbell held mid-air. He didn't answer immediately. He just slowly, deliberately, lowered the weight to the floor. His gaze didn't just look at you; it traced you—traveling from the flush on your chest down to the curve of your waist with a sharp, piercing intensity that felt... different. Heavier.
The boldness from the morning hadn't faded. You leaned in closer, until your shoulder was nearly brushing his. "Is the back door still unlocked? Or do I have to put on another show at the window to get your attention tonight?"
A low, breathy chuckle escaped him. It was smoother than Chris’s, less frantic, more grounded. He turned fully toward you, his chest rising and falling with a steady breath. Reaching up, he pulled the heavy black sweatshirt over his head.