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Matt scrambles around your apartment, rummaging through the medicine cabinet for any antibiotics he can find.
You’re propped up on the couch, a blanket over your body, box of tissues on stand by. Matt trots back to the living room, spreading an array of medicines across your coffee table.
“I didn’t know which one to get for you, so I got all of them.” He scans the bottles in front of him, searching for the one best suited for your symptoms, popping two in his hand before handing them to you.
“Jesus, Matt. My living room looks like a pharmacy.” You chuckle weakly, downing the pills with your water.
“Just wanna make sure you’re feeling better.” He frowns, extending the back of his hand towards your forehead. “Still warm, baby.” He lets out a sigh, moving to lay behind your body. His arm snakes around your waist pulling you close to his chest and plants a wet kiss to your cheek.
“Don’t kiss me, you’ll get sick.” You grumble, nuzzling into his chest, Matt’s heartbeat comforting you despite your ill state.
“Don’t care, jus’ wanna take care of you.” He murmurs, this time pressing a kiss to your hair, his fingers gently threading through it.
Your chest feels like it’s burning, constantly coughing and cold sweats are coming in waves. Having never felt worse in your life, somehow Matt’s presence makes you feel like you could get up and run laps around the living room.
“C’mon,” he says, shifting to stand up. “Gonna get ‘ya clean.” He offers you his hand, when you take it, he leads you to the bathroom. Pointing to the counter, you perch yourself atop it. Matt turns on the shower, letting it warm up before you step in.
Without an exchange of words, he turns back to you, motioning for you to lift your arms as he starts to undress you. It’s not meant in a sexual manner, more so tending to your needs. His fingers graze your skin, pulling your shirt over your head, a lazy smile plays on his lips, eyes tired but wanting to take care of you regardless.
Once both undressed, you step into the shower. Matt letting you bask in the warmth of the water before he washes you.
“Pretty girl…” he coos, lips connecting with yours for a fraction of a second. You watch as he reaches for your shampoo, lathering it up in his hands before massaging it into your scalp and rinsing it clean— doing the same with the conditioner. Then delicately washing your body with your purple loofah.
“Thank you.” You murmur, after he’d finished washing you. He doesn’t respond, only wrapping your body in a towel and grabbing your hair brush. The bristles run through your locks much more gently than you’ve ever brushed your own hair. Matt treating you like an absolute princess even if you were contagious, he wanted to make sure you were well taken care of.
He quite literally does not allow you to move a single muscle, moving to grab a pajama set for you and clothing your body before he lifts and carries you to your bed.
“Matt, I’m just sick. No need to baby me.” Your voice comes out strained, almost to prove your own point wrong.
“Hush, you need rest.” He murmurs, crawling into bed behind you and pulling your body close to his once more. He peppers kisses along your neck before closing his own eyes. God, were you lucky you had Matt in your life.
A/n: I’m sick as fuck which is what inspired this. Enjoy & I hope you all stay healthy & immune!
Summary: you and Matt bring Charlotte and Millie to a festival with face paint, cotton candy, and fireworks for the Fourth of July.
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The warm July sunshine poured through the windshield as Matt backed the SUV out of the driveway, one hand resting on the steering wheel while the other reached across the centre console to give your knee a gentle squeeze.
You smiled over at him before looking into the backseat where Charlotte was already chatting away to herself, proudly wearing the little red, white, and blue bow she’d insisted on putting in her hair that morning. Every so often she’d lean toward the window just enough to catch her reflection, making sure it was still perfectly in place. Beside her, Millie kicked her tiny legs happily in her car seat, dressed in a little red romper that made her chubby cheeks somehow look even cuter.
“You got everything baby?” Matt asked.
You laughed, patting the diaper bag sitting at your feet. “Diapers, wipes, bottles, snacks, sunscreen, extra clothes, honestly, if we forgot something at this point, we’ll survive.”
He smirked. “Famous last words.”
“I’m gonna get a rainbow!” Charlotte announced from the backseat, her excitement making the words come out twice as loud. Matt glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “A rainbow?”
“A sparkly rainbow.”
“Oh.” He nodded thoughtfully. “Well that’s cool.”
Charlotte giggled. “It’s very cool, Daddy.”
By the time you arrived at the festival, the entire park was alive with families. Music drifted through the air from a stage somewhere nearby while children ran around with balloons and little American flags. Food trucks lined the paths, filling the air with the smell of barbecue, kettle corn, and fresh lemonade. Every booth was decorated in red, white, and blue, and Charlotte’s eyes seemed to get wider with every step you took.
Before you could even unzip the diaper bag, you lifted Millie into the soft baby carrier against your chest. She settled immediately, her little head tucked comfortably beneath your chin as you adjusted the straps. She let out the sweetest little sigh, perfectly content to be carried while she looked around at everything happening.
Charlotte grabbed Matt’s hand the second she spotted the face painting booth.
“Daddy! Face painting!”
He laughed as she immediately started pulling him through the crowd. “Alright, alright. Slow down or I’m gonna lose a shoulder.”
You followed behind them with a smile, watching Charlotte practically skip beside him. Every few steps she’d look back to make sure you and Millie were still following before turning back around and continuing to pull Matt toward the booth.
The line wasn’t too long, and Charlotte spent the entire wait explaining exactly what she wanted.
“A rainbow,” she said confidently. “A really pretty one. With glitter and pink and blue and purple.”
“I think you forgot green,” Matt teased.
Charlotte gasped dramatically. “Daddy! Rainbows have green!”
“Good thing you remembered.”
When it was finally her turn, Matt helped lift her onto the chair before crouching beside her while the artist worked. You stood just beside them, gently bouncing Millie as she looked around with wide curious eyes. Every now and then she reached one tiny hand toward the colourful paints sitting on the table, making you quietly laugh. Matt watched the artist carefully. “So we’re talking lots of glitter?” he asked.
Charlotte nodded enthusiastically. “Lots of glitter.”
The artist laughed. “Lots of glitter it is.”
Charlotte sat surprisingly still while the rainbow slowly came to life across the side of her face. Soft white clouds were added at each end before the artist dusted everything with sparkling glitter that caught the sunlight. When she finally handed Charlotte the mirror, her little mouth fell open. “I’M SO PRETTY!”
“You are baby girl,” you smiled.
Charlotte immediately hopped down and ran straight into Matt. “Daddy! Look!”
He crouched until they were eye level before gently turning her face from side to side with both hands. “Wow.”
She beamed. “It has glitter.”
“I noticed.”
“And clouds.”
“I noticed those too.”
Charlotte burst into giggles before wrapping her arms around his neck. Matt hugged her tightly, kissing the top of her head. “My beautiful girl.”
The afternoon carried on exactly the way summer festivals always seemed to. Charlotte wanted to stop at every single booth, and Matt happily let her drag him from one attraction to the next while you followed behind with Millie sleeping peacefully against your chest.
Every now and then Charlotte would stop running long enough to make sure you saw something. “Mommy! Look!”
You’d smile and wave. “I see, sweetheart!” Then she’d immediately grab Matt’s hand again and pull him toward something else.
One of the carnival games caught her attention next. “Daddy! Can we?”
Matt looked over at you. “What do you think?”
You smiled. “Go for it.”
Charlotte bounced excitedly while Matt paid for a turn. He rolled the baseball once, knocking every bottle over in one shot. Charlotte’s jaw dropped. “My daddy’s so strong!”
Matt puffed out his chest dramatically. “I know.”
You laughed. “Don’t encourage him.”
“I’m basically a superhero now.”
Charlotte nodded very seriously. “You are.”
When the worker handed Charlotte the little teddy bear she’d won, she hugged it tightly before taking Matt’s hand again. “This is Teddy.”
“Teddy?” Matt smiled.
“Yep.”
The smell of freshly spun cotton candy drifted across the midway not long after. Charlotte stopped walking immediately. “Daddy?”
Matt looked down. “Yes?”
“I think I need cotton candy.”
“You need it?”
She nodded very seriously. “I really do.”
Matt laughed before looking back at you. “Can I say no to that face?”
“You’d better not.”
A few minutes later, Charlotte was holding the biggest pink and blue cotton candy either of you had ever seen. She carefully pulled off the tiniest piece and placed it on her tongue. Her eyes grew huge. “It disappeared!”
Matt blinked dramatically. “No way.”
“It melted!”
He tried a piece himself before pretending to gasp. “It melted for me too!”
Charlotte immediately looked at you. “Mama! Try!”
You leaned down carefully, making sure not to bump Millie sleeping against your chest, before taking a tiny piece. “It happened!”
Charlotte jumped up and down, “Millie can try?” And you replied laughing, “no baby, in a few years she can. She’s too little.”
Charlotte laughed so hard she nearly dropped the cotton candy. Millie had woken up by then and quietly watched all three of you, her bright little eyes following every movement. Matt reached over and gently tickled her tiny foot. “Sorry, sweetheart. You’ll have to wait a little while before you get to experience disappearing cotton candy.”
As the afternoon slowly melted into evening, you found a grassy hill overlooking the lake where everyone had started gathering for the fireworks. Matt spread the blanket out while you carefully sat down with Millie still nestled against your chest. Charlotte immediately kicked off her sandals before flopping onto the blanket beside her dad, Teddy tucked securely under one arm.
The four of you shared sandwiches, strawberries, watermelon, popcorn, and juice boxes while watching the sky slowly turn shades of pink and orange. Charlotte leaned against Matt’s shoulder. “This is my favourite day.”
He smiled down at her. “Better than Christmas?”
She thought about it for several long seconds. “Almost.”
“I’ll take almost.”
A little while later, children started running around with glow sticks. Matt reached into the diaper bag with a grin. “I came prepared.”
Charlotte’s eyes lit up. “You remembered!”
“I always remember.”
He cracked two glowstick bracelets until they glowed bright pink and green before carefully sliding them onto Charlotte’s wrists. She immediately waved her arms around. “I’m glowing!”
“You sure are.”
Then he pulled out a glowing necklace. “Millie gets one too.”
He carefully slipped it over her little head while she sat comfortably against your chest. She stared down at the glowing colours.“Oh, you like that?” you laughed.
Matt smiled. “There we go. Now both my girls match.”
The first firework suddenly exploded across the night sky with a loud boom that echoed over the lake. Charlotte jumped before instinctively climbing into Matt’s lap. “They’re loud.”
“I know, sweetheart.”
He wrapped one arm securely around her while gently rubbing slow circles across her back. “It’s okay. They can’t hurt us.”
Another firework burst overhead, followed by another, and then another. Red melted into blue, blue into purple, purple into silver and gold until the entire sky sparkled with colour. The glitter in Charlotte’s rainbow face paint caught every flash of light, making it shimmer even brighter. “They’re beautiful,” she whispered.
“They really are.”
You rested your head lightly against Matt’s shoulder while Millie quietly watched from the carrier, completely mesmerized by every bright explosion. Every single time another firework lit up the sky, her tiny little eyes lit up, making both you and Matt smile.
“I think somebody likes them,” Matt whispered.
You looked down at Millie. “I think this might be her first favourite holiday.”
The grand finale began with one spectacular burst after another until the entire sky looked like it had been covered in glitter. Charlotte clapped as hard as she could, laughing louder with every firework.“This is AMAZING!”
Matt kissed the top of her head. “I’m glad we came.”
You smiled as you looked over at your little family.“So am I.”
As the crowd slowly began making their way toward the parking lot, Matt stood first before reaching down for Charlotte. “Come here, bug.”
She lifted her arms without a word, and he scooped her up onto his hip. At first she rested her head on his shoulder while clutching Teddy against her chest, but only a few steps into the walk, her little body relaxed completely. Her arms lazily wrapped around his neck as she tucked her face into the nape of his neck, already drifting off. You looked over at them, your heart immediately melting. “Aww someone’s tired.”
Matt smiled softly without looking away from the path ahead. “I think she gave every last bit of energy she had today.”
You laughed quietly as he instinctively rubbed slow circles over her back, careful not to wake her. Charlotte didn’t stir once, only letting out the tiniest sleepy sigh as she snuggled even closer into him.
By the time you reached the SUV, she was completely asleep in his arms. Matt opened the back door as gently as he could before carefully lowering her into her car seat. Supporting her head with one hand and holding Teddy with the other, he buckled her in without rushing, making sure she stayed comfortable the entire time. She barely moved, only nestling deeper into the seat as he pulled the straps into place.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Sweet dreams sweetheart.”
You gently lifted Millie from the carrier and settled her back into her car seat. She reached for your finger for just a second before letting out the tiniest sleepy sigh and closing her eyes.
The drive home was quiet, save for the soft hum of the road beneath the tires. You reached over and laced your fingers with Matt’s across the centre console. Without taking his eyes off the road, he lifted your hand and pressed a gentle kiss against your knuckles. “Good day?” he asked quietly.
You looked back at your two sleeping girls before smiling at him. “The best.”
He squeezed your hand. “We’ve got two pretty amazing daughters.”
Your heart felt so full it almost hurt. “We really do.”
It wasn’t a picture perfect holiday. Charlotte had somehow managed to get cotton candy in her hair, Millie had spit up on your shirt halfway through dinner, and both of you were completely exhausted. But as you watched your daughters sleeping peacefully in the backseat while Matt’s thumb lazily traced circles across your hand, you couldn’t help thinking that these were the moments you’d remember forever, the messy, ordinary, beautiful days that somehow ended up feeling like magic anyway.
chris sturniolo x reader | fluff, friends to lovers
The sun was already brutal by noon.
You'd been on the water for maybe two hours, and your shoulders were starting to feel it; that slow, creeping warmth that would turn into regret by tomorrow morning. You should've reapplied. God... you knew you should've reapplied.
"You're burning," Chris said, appearing beside you out of nowhere the way he always did. Like he materialized.
"I'm not burning."
"Your nose is literally red."
"It's the sun."
"That's what burning is."
You squinted at him. He was already grinning, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, looking annoyingly unbothered by the heat. You held out your hand without another word. He passed you the sunscreen without being asked.
That was the thing about Chris. He just knew. Where you were. What you needed. It used to feel normal. Lately, it felt like something else entirely, and you hadn't quite figured out what to do with that yet.
The yacht wasn't huge, but it was enough. Nick had claimed a spot at the front with his phone and a playlist nobody else got a vote on. Matt was somewhere below deck, raiding the snack situation. Chris had been orbiting you all afternoon in that low-key, easy way of his, close enough to talk, never quite far enough away.
"This is the best fourth I've ever had," Nick announced, not looking up.
"You say that every year," Chris called back.
"And I'm right every year."
Matt resurfaced with an armful of stuff: chips, sparkling water, something wrapped in foil that looked questionable. He dropped everything on the little table near the stern and started distributing like he was running a charity operation.
"We eating or not?"
You laughed. You couldn't help it. Chris bumped your shoulder lightly.
The afternoon bled into early evening the way summer days do, slow and golden and all at once. The light changed; the air cooled. Someone had strung up little lights along the railing, and you weren't sure when that happened, but it looked good.
Nick fell asleep with his hat over his face. Matt had his headphones in, legs dangling off the side, completely unbothered.
Chris found you at the bow. You were sitting with your back against the railing, knees pulled up, watching the horizon go pink. He dropped down beside you without asking if the spot was taken. You shifted to give him room anyway.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey."
Neither of you said anything for a minute. You were used to that with him; the quiet that didn't need filling. The kind you could actually breathe in.
"Thanks for coming," he said eventually.
You looked at him. "You literally told me I had to."
"I asked nicely."
"You sent a voice memo at eleven at night."
"That's me asking nicely."
You smiled despite yourself. He was watching you when you did it, and something about the way he looked, open, soft around the edges in a way he wasn't always, made your chest do something inconvenient.
"I'm glad I'm here," you said quietly.
He nodded slowly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
The first firework went off somewhere in the distance before either of you could say anything else. Just one, a test, maybe. warning shot. It bloomed pink and white over the water and disappeared.
"Here we go," Chris murmured.
They started properly after that. Blues and golds and reds reflecting off the surface in long, shivering streaks. You could feel the low boom of the bigger ones in your sternum. Nick woke up. Matt pulled a headphone out. But somehow, inexplicably, you were only really aware of Chris. The inch of space between your arms, the way he'd tilted toward you incrementally without seeming to notice.
"Can I tell you something?" he said, still looking at the sky.
"Yeah."
He was quiet for a second. A big gold burst lit up his face and then faded.
"I've been trying to figure out how to say this for like three months."
Your heart did something stupid. "Okay."
"I don't want to make it weird."
"Chris."
"I just—" He finally looked at you. Full on, eyes steady in a way that made it hard to look away. "I think about you a lot. Like, a lot a lot. And I don't think that's a friend thing anymore."
The fireworks kept going. Somewhere behind you Matt said something to Nick. Neither of you heard it.
"It's not," you said. "For me either."
The smile that broke across his face was slow and a little disbelieving and completely him. He laughed quietly, under his breath, like he didn't know what to do with the relief.
"Yeah?"
"You already asked me that."
"I know, I just—" He shook his head. "Okay."
He leaned in, and you met him halfway. It was soft, brief, and just enough to seal true feelings.
When you pulled back, the sky was still going, all color and noise and light, and Chris was looking at you like the fireworks were the least interesting thing in view.
Behind you, Matt's voice: "finally."
Nick, immediately: "I'm not saying anything."
"You just said something—"
"I said I'm not saying anything—"
Chris dropped his head and laughed, and you laughed too, and it felt easy. It felt like something that had always been coming, just waiting for the right night to arrive.
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𖥻 Summer of Sturniolo post for @crystalcider !!
Golden sunshine poured through the crowded car, nostalgic summer wind hitting your face through the rolled-down passenger window. You relished in it—the last few moments before the sun fully set, closing your eyes to feel the final rays on your cheeks.
"Five minutes." Matt says, fingers tapping on the steering wheel in anticipation.
The forest became more condensed as you neared your destination, thick trees bordering each side of the street. Restlessness enveloped the backseat—Chris, Nick, and the group's mutual friend Noah stirring. Soon Matt turned onto a cobbled back road, a familiar route that made your stomach swirl with excitement.
For as long as you could remember, the cabin was your sanctuary. Your family and the Sturniolo family were tight-knit, and every year would carve out time to spend at the shared house. This year was especially significant, considering that it was the first time you were going to celebrate the Fourth of July here—and the first time you had the property all to yourselves.
It took convincing, but your parents handed over the keys for the weekend. They trusted that their children, as new adults, would treat the cabin responsibly. They couldn't have been more wrong.
As you came within eyesight of the house, it was clear you guys weren't the first to the party. White plastic tables were planted throughout the lawn, housing bottles of alcohol, cup-pong, and various types of classic American food. People crowded the area—the yard, dock, and wrap-around porch teeming with partyers. You recognized most of them, even from afar—summer kids and locals you were used to seeing during these months. Why they were here though, you had no idea.
"Ah. They're early," Chris mumbled from the backseat.
"Are you fucking serious, Chris? We're supposed to be taking care of the lake house, not destroying it." Matt shot at him, gripping the wheel as he turned to park behind a line of cars.
"It's the Fourth of July and we have an empty house. What did you think we were gonna do?" Chris tried to justify himself.
Matt's face stayed unimpressed, and you sighed from the tension. Being able to mentally prepare yourself for a party was more favourable, but you weren't opposed to having a little fun. You stayed silent, not wanting to take Chris's side.
The five of you filed from your seats, and rounded to the back of the car to grab your belongings. Frustration seeped from Matt as he slammed the trunk, enclosing the now empty vehicle. Chris began trudging down the dirt path towards the music, one hand folded to hold his backpack strap. Nick and Noah followed, talking amongst themselves, while you hung behind with Matt. He began grumbling as soon as the others were out of ear shot.
"It's always what Chris wants."
"It might be fun." You nudged his shoulder with your own as you walked.
"You're taking his side?"
"No. Never. I'm just saying, might as well make the most of it."
Matt shrugged, a smile beginning to creep on his face. "Yeah, you're right."
"Always am."
"You sound like Chris."
Despite your aversion to Chris, the two of you were a lot alike. The style you adorned yourself with, the bands you liked, your favourite movies—you shared them all with him. You cringed when you thought about it—being anything like him. You tried to convince yourself that you were all the good parts of Chris, but it left you confused when you identified that many positive aspects.
When you and Matt reached the log cabin, you were now in the center of the blowout. A girl in a striped tube top giggled at Matt, gesturing for him to join her. He fumbled his backpack into your arms, stuttering something about bringing it to his room for him. The girl pulled him by his bicep, and the two of them camouflaged into the crowd. It was safe to say he was now on board with the party.
Now alone, you stepped up the deck stairs of the familiar lakehouse. American flags were hung from the banister, blowing in the soft summer air. Dusk fell over the lawn, covering the partyers in a deep blue hue. Sparks from a bonfire flew as a guy stoked it, the classic woodsy scent wafting in all directions.
You tore your eyes from the magnetic scene, and made your way to your bedroom for the weekend. It was the first room at the top of the stairs, and had always been assigned to you. Without thinking, you pushed the door ajar. In your immediate line of vision, a scene from your nightmares was at play. A girl was placed on the dresser, her lips locked onto Chris's. Although his face was turned from you, his red backwards cap made it obvious it was him. He was between the girls thighs, her legs straddling around his waist. They were oblivious to you entering, hands exploring one another like the world depended on it. Flooded with embarrassment, you debated silently retreating. A mix of disgust and confidence overtook you though, and you cleared your throat instead.
Chris whipped his head around, eyes meeting yours.
"We're busy," the girl sneered.
"You can go be busy in a different room," you quipped, throwing both backpacks you held onto the bed.
"Or you can go be a stuck-up bitch somewhere else," she responded, wiping her smudged lipstick.
Chris stepped away from her body, hands dragging off her thighs. "Okay, you can get out."
"What?" The girl grasped for his sleeves.
He pushed her hands off of him. "She's like family, okay? Don't fucking talk to her like that."
She scoffed and hopped from the dresser. Profanities whispered from her mouth as she stomped through the doorway.
Why had he defended you like that? Did he really see you as a sister?
"She seems like a real treat!" Sarcasm dripped from your tongue.
"Why do you always gotta ruin shit for me."
"We've been here ten minutes, I'm sure you can find someone else," you started. "And don't hook up in my room."
These kinds of situations were common with Chris. Regard for other's feelings was completely out of his realm of perception. He acted in a way that made everyone accommodate to him—the classic "golden child", as Matt often put it. You, however, never catered to his narcissism. This drove him crazy, and was one of the many reasons the two of you never got along.
"Whatever, I'm gonna go set up the fireworks." As the words left his mouth, a pang of horror washed through you.
"Fireworks?" you questioned, paleness creeping to your cheeks.
"Yeah..?"
"Here?"
He caught wind of your sudden agitation, but his tone didn't become any more compassionate. "Yes. Here. That a problem?"
Without waiting for a response, Chris pushed past you. Rhymic steps descended down the hallway as he left.
Your heart stuttered in your chest, premature panic settling into your skin. Why hadn't you thought about this? You should've known that Chris would bring fireworks, it was Fourth of July after all. Goosebumps traveled up your spine at the thought of the booming noise.
Ever since you were little, yelling had been a part of your life. Whether it was picture frames shaking off the walls, or being forced to "pick a side" of your parents arguments, shouting was constant. It acted as lullabies when you slept, and background noise to every activity. That's part of the reason you loved this cabin so much—no arguing ever happened here. It was a safe place, free from the deafening sounds of your every day existence.
Because of this childhood, you were confined to a life of relative quietude. You knew that something like fireworks would undue all the progress you made in rebuilding yourself. Anxiety fixed into your bones as you closed the door behind you. Fighting the fit of terror creeping on, you curled to the pillows of your bed.
Just wait it out. Wait the fireworks out, and everything would be okay.
Minutes of anticipation ticked by, and you watched as darkness concealed the sky. From the mattress, you could see the dock through the second-story window. Boys were crowded in a circle, kneeled around what you assumed to be the culprits of your fear. Laying on your side, you waited until plugging your ears became a necessity.
Through the solid pane of glass, you heard the hissing begin. Beams of light shot to the sky, cascades of vibrant colours sweeping over the trees. You cup your hands over your ears instantly, but the insulation does nothing to block the thundering blasts. Tears well in your eyes in time with the next reverberating roar. Blistering through the walls, the sound of the fireworks was not letting up. Boom, boom, boom. Inhaling shaky breaths, you curl yourself tighter on the duvet.
Without warning, a hand is placed on the side of your goosebumped arm. You flip your body around, palms slipping down from your ears.
"Chris?" Your voice is shaky, and your tears are revealed instantaneously. "What are you doing here?"
"I left my—it doesn't matter. What's going on?" You had never seen genuine worry in his eyes until this moment.
"I-I can't—" Throat hoarse and mind jumbled, it was impossible to force any words out.
He sat down next to you, hand still firm on your shoulder. "Hey, hey, it's okay."
"I'm okay I just," a blaring blast caused you to flinch. "Fuck."
Sitting up, you brought your knees to your chest. Hugging them, you opened your mouth to make an excuse. But as the noises continued to bellow, more briny sadness wept from your eyes.
Chris instinctively moved next to you, wrapping his arm around your shivering shoulder. "What can I do?"
"Just…just stay with me.” You met his gaze. "Please."
He nodded, brows pulled together in concern. "Of course."
Nuzzling against his chest, your tears stained his t-shirt. Warmth radiated off of him, a blanket of comfort settling over you. He brought his hand to cup one of your ears, while you pressed the other firm to his body. You shook against him each time a firework roared, but his hold on you stayed steady. He anchored you to reality each time he exhaled, warm breath blowing onto the top of your head. The storm inside your mind lulled as his hands muffed the sound.
A concussive thud hammered in your chest, heartbeat erratic. At first you blamed the thrumming on the uproar of the holiday, but as the booms became sporadic, your heart continued to pound. You were too consumed by fear to realize it initially, but Chris wrapped around you made you feel a type of way you didn't want to admit. Butterflies you wished you could slaughter fluttered in your stomach as you breathed in the scent of him. Perfect cologne and the smell of a bonfire clung to his shirt.
"Chris?" you muttered, bringing your face up to look at him.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you." Your eyes flit to his lips without thinking, and you pulled them away immediately.
He returned the gaze, view lingering on your mouth long enough to make your stomach flip.
You were suddenly all too aware of your proximity—your touching shoulders, your noses inches from one another. Chris seemed conscious of this as well, his breath hitching as you impulsively scanned his face. Hotness seeped into your skin. You held a silent thankfulness for the dark, grateful that he couldn't see the blush flushing your cheeks.
He parted his lips, looking down at your own before speaking. A mental argument seemed to be taking place in his mind. "I'm sorry."
Tilting your head, you questioned, "For what?"
"For getting so close to you, I didn't know what to do."
"It's okay…it's nice," you admitted.
A small smile crept onto his mouth, but concern still filled his eyes. "Do you want me to stay?"
Hesitating, you looked through the window. "Don't you want to get back to your party?"
He shook his head. "This feels more important."
Nervous, you tried to relieve the tension. "All out of girls to hook up with?"
He huffed a laugh. "Now, don't get jealous."
Scowling, you formed a line with your mouth. "I'm not jealous."
Chris pulled you back to his chest, nuzzling his chin to your hair. “Sure.”
Wind wafted softly past your cheeks as you listened to the birds sing. Cupped in your hands steamed a coffee Matt had brewed for you, the sweet aroma aiding the peacefulness of the morning.
"I don't know, that really doesn't seem like Chris," Matt says, sipping from his own mug.
"I'm telling you, he was… sweet."
"That's unsettling."
Listening to the songbirds melodies, you clicked your manicured nails on the ceramic cup. "It was refreshing."
In your mind, you replayed the previous night over again countless times. Chris soothed your panic as effectively as a drug, leaving you addicted to his touch. He held you until you fell asleep against him, his warmth easing you to slumber without delay. When you awoke, an indent laid in the bed next to you, the only evidence of his previous presence. At what point in the night he left, you weren't sure. But when you reached to graze the duvet, it was still heated from his body.
"Don't tell me you're lettin' him snake his way into your brain." He glanced over at you, eyes squinted with suspicion.
You returned his gaze, not responding.
Matt groans, "Jesus. Not you too."
"No. It was just nice seeing him not be a dick for once." You shrug, bringing the coffee to your lips.
"Better not get attached. Don't need another person swooning over Chris."
Later that day, when the sun rose to its peak, a swim in the lake was growing increasingly more desirable. Feet dangling off the edge of the dock, you got your body used to the chill of the water. Radiance beemed down into your near bare body, tanning everywhere that your bikini didn't lay. You were always the type to ease into the water at your own pace.
In your procrastination, the sky darkened. Clouds rolled in gray billows across the horizon, small drips of precipitation ricocheting off the water. Allowing the gentle summer rain to patter off of you, you had no intention of retreating to the house.
Focusing on the croaking frogs, you almost didn't notice the sound of someone nearing you. The soft shake of the wood underneath you stopped as the steps reached the end of the dock.
"You gonna jump off?"
Matt had taken Nick and Noah to a nearby grocery store, so you knew who the voice came from immediately.
"Hey, Chris." You kept your eyes on the rippelling of the lake.
"Going swimming?" his voice asked from the back of you.
"Nope, just got my bathing suit on for fun."
"Funny."
Placing your hand behind your seated body, you turned to look at Chris. "Do you need something?"
"I got the sauna set up," he said proudly, peering down at you.
"Cool." you nodded. "Is that, like, an invitation?"
"If you want it to be."
Droplets became heavier against your exposed skin. Chilled, stormy air drifted past you, raising goosebumps along your figure.
"Or you can stay out here in the cold," he scoffed, "your choice."
Raindrops pattered against his shirt as he turned away. Reluctantly, you pushed yourself from the wood and followed.
Humid and steamy, the sauna sat on the forest’s edge. It was logged with cedar—a beautiful home-made construction done by the triplet’s father. When you stepped inside, the tropical temperature seeped comfortably into your body. Like a blanket of relaxation, the heat calmed you.
This peacefulness quickly dissipated when Chris closed the door. His t-shirt was off in an instant, your eyes immediately falling to the chisel of his stomach.
“Since when you do work out?” Your gaze lingered far too long on his biceps.
He laughed. “Since when do you check me out?”
“I’m not—“ you hesitated. “Shut up.”
His eyes flitted down to your chest, tracing the curves of your tits.
“My eyes are up here,” you shot, sitting down on the bench.
When he planted himself beside you, the air shifted.
“Hey, about last night—“
“We don’t have to talk about it,” you interrupted.
Moisture beaded at the nape of his neck, the swelter of the sauna affecting him. Adjusting his waist upwards, you saw the imprint of hardness through his shorts. You gulped and began focusing on the strings of your bathing suit bottoms, fiddling aimlessly.
Chris glimpsed at your fingers messing with the string. “You nervous?”
“What?”
“You always start fidgeting when you’re nervous.”
“Hey, did you mean it?” You changed the subject. “Last night.”
He tilted his head in confusion.
“When you were with that girl. You said I was like a sister.”
A smirk curled at his lip. “You wanna know if I think of you like a sister?”
“Don’t make it weird.”
“I think of you as my brother’s annoying best friend.”
“Okay, good.” Why did you say that?
“Good?” he questioned, adjusting his hips again.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” you said quickly.
Sweat began dewing at your skin. The heat caused your thinking to become a muddled mess, self control slipping by the minute. His glistening abs, his arms that were surely able to manhandle you—your critical thinking skills were crumbling.
"What did you mean, then?"
You stuttered, but couldn't force out an answer.
He smiled—that cocky grin that always made your blood boil. But as you looked at him, that usual rage was replaced with a deep, aching lust. Crossing your legs, you tried to fight the arousal. He noticed this movement, of course, and it seemed he was just as affected. In an attempt at hiding his erection, Chris's hands were placed in the centre of his lap.
It was just a matter of who was going to break first.
You adjusted your bikini top using both straps, causing your boobs to bounce as you released the strings. Chris was watching, and sucked in a sharp breath. His fingers were closed in a fist at the middle of his thighs, veins tracing up his forearm. You were beginning to lose this mental battle.
"What you thinking about?" his voice broke the silence.
You tore your eyes from his hands. "Uh.. nothing really. You?"
"Don't lie to me."
"What makes you think I'm lying?"
"You bite your bottom lip," he replied, eyes fixed on your mouth.
You released the lip you didn't realize you were biting. "Are you just constantly analyzing me or something?"
"You just have some tells."
"Well, you do too." Your gaze darted to his lap.
"You're not slick, either." He gestured towards your crossed legs.
Blush attacked your cheeks. Your chest feels heavy—both from the sauna and from the weight of your pounding heart. He unscrewed a bottle of water, adam's apple bobbing as he drank. Mouth feeling irreversibly dry, the sight fueled your thirst.
"You want some?" he asked, bringing the bottle from his mouth.
You nodded. He placed it next to him, on the opposite side from you.
You glared.
"You can grab it, it's right there."
Feeding into his games was never the preferable option, but you were too thirsty to refuse. You separated your intertwined legs and reached over him. It's just far enough that you can't quite grab it—definitely not an accident.
Something in you wanted to mess with him back, so you did the first thing that came to mind. Folding to sit on your knees, you pulled your hair into a ponytail. Now on all fours, you reached over his lap to the water. When bringing it back to you, you traced the cold metal at the bottom hem of his shorts. The condensation trickled against his exposed skin. Sitting back on your knees, you accepted victory and drank.
"Come here." Chris spoke, demanding.
"What?" Your stomach flipped.
"You know what you're doing. Come here... please."
All sense of pride washed from you. Without thinking twice, you placed the bottle down and crawl to his lap. Straddling on either side of his waist, his erection pressed against you immediately. You move slightly against him, the friction of his cock between your legs sending shivers through your body.
"See, that wasn't so hard, huh?" He mocked, snaking his hand to hold the curve of your waist.
"Lot of talk from someone who's bricked just from looking at me."
Moving his face to your neck, he planted a kiss just below your ear. "I can feel how wet you are for me."
His words elicited goosebumps down your skin. You shook your head, denying. But unconsciously, you bit your lip.
A silent duel ensued between the two of you, a fight to keep your composure. As soon as his waist moved upwards, it was a losing battle. His bulge rubbed against your clothed clit, causing a moan to fall from your throat. Placing both hands on your hips, he guided your body against him. Gnawing desire ripped through you, and his measured pace in which he piloted you only made your lust grow. You pressed down on his lap, aching for friction.
Biting back a moan, he held you in place. "Patience."
Your brows pulled together.
"So eager," he taunted, "don't worry, I'll give you what you need."
Sliding your bottoms to the side, his fingers dipped into your folds. Immediately being coated in arousal, he used it to circle your clit with his thumb. You throw your head back, relishing in the pleasure. Hot, congested air covered your body, the smell of cedar and Chris's cologne filling your nose.
"You gonna be a good girl for me?" He slowly sunk two fingers into your pussy.
You tightened around him, your walls gripping him like a vice. "Fuck Chris—"
"God, you sound so fucking sexy moaning my name," he groans, curling his fingers expertly.
You grinded down on his hand automatically, submerging him deeper inside of you. Unable to refrain, you began riding the length of his digits. Pulse hammering, you chased the pleasure.
He pulled out of you. "If you're gonna ride anything, it's gonna be my cock."
Giving up on not seeming desperate, you quickly fondled with the strings of his gray shorts. Your breasts were at his face, shaking in time with your untying. Scooting back, you're able to pull down his shorts and boxers. Hard and leaking with pre-cum, his dick slapped to his stomach. He's bigger than you had anticipated—and throbbing with a need for you.
Chris watched your awed expression. "You can take it."
A whine escaped your lips, but you don't argue. Instead, you reach to his length, gripping his base. Taking your thumb, you pumped the pre-cum down his veins. Pulsating under your hand, his dick moved involuntarily from your touch. He sucked in a breath through bared teeth.
"Patience," you mocked.
He bucked into your hand, a clear sense of defiance. He held back onto your sides, urging for you to get closer. You silently obeyed, moving your bottoms aside and hovering over his cock. His hands were steady on you as you align yourself.
Slowly, you lowered your hips. Your walls sucked in his tip, the two of you moaning in sync. At a painstaking pace, you sunk him deeper. He’s big inside of you, your pussy stretched like elastic around his cock. You gasped as you hit the base, taking his entire length.
Chris’s cheeks were flushed red from the heat, and his chest was slick with moisture. Hair tousled and breath labored, he looked perfect beneath you. You began raising yourself off his dick, emptiness filling you before you sank back down. With Chris’s guided help, you set a pace.
Undoing your bikini strap in a slick movement, your tits fell from the fabric. He kneaded them, using them as handles as you rode him. Your nipples hardened under his touch, and your boobs bounced with the rhythm you had set. Arching your back, they were in full display in front of his face. He took the opportunity, and latched his mouth to your hardened bud. Sucking at the sensative skin, whimpers fell rom your lips.
“Holy fuck, Chris,” you breathed, holding his shoulders.
He released your nipple. “Riding me so fucking good.”
His fingers traveled to where your bodies meet. He rubbed your clit in messy circles, and began thrusting with your pace. The added sensation caused an ache to coil low in your stomach.
“You feel so—holy shit.” You can barely force words out, and he knows this.
You ride him relentlessly, using him to fuel your own pleasure. His tip rams your g-spot each time, the angle impeccable. Throwing your head back, you quicken your speed. Sounds escape from his throat, guttural groans that make your chest pound. You squeeze your eyes shut.
“Fucking yourself dumb on my cock, aren’t you?” you can hear the stupid grin in the voice.
“Chris—“
“Gonna cum around me?”
You nod helplessly.
“Cum around my dick, fucking slut.”
A wave crashed over you, and you leaned your forehead against his. In a mess of shivers, you released around him. He continued to thrust upwards, chasing his own pleasure. You’re unable to move, and your thighs are shaking around his pulsing cock.
As he continues his relentless pace, you realize he has no intention of stopping. Instead, he holds your back, flipping you to lay on the wood.
“Oh my god Chris I can’t—“ you try to finish a sentence, but it’s impossible.
“You feel so good—holy shit,” he groans, speeding up.
His face lowers to yours, and you dig your manicured nails into his back. Lips desperately colliding, your tongues fight for dominance. It’s sloppy, disordered, and perfect. His pumps match the pace of your kiss, and you can tell he’s close. Your nails are sure to draw blood. Your back is pressed to the hot wood, and the weight of him against you is intoxicating. He tastes sweet in a way you wouldn’t have expected.
You clenched your pussy around him, feeling your second climax nearing.
“Oh fuck, do that again,” he breathed.
You continue to tighten, feeling his thrusts become disordered. In a messy final stroke, you feel him spilling inside of you. The sensation causes another climax to rip at your core. Moaning into his mouth, the two of you pant together. Scalding heat permeates both of your bodies, sweat slicking between you.
“Just to be clear,” he starts, pulling out of you.
“This never happened,” you finish.
a/n: go check out Summer of Sturniolo!
This is definitely the longest fic I've done! I wrote this before the newest video came out, but it’s funny that their theme was fireworks too 😭
You are Chris’s first relationship, his first everything. Nick had saw the way Chris looked at you and knew it was fate, but there was one problem. Their fans had some choice of words, with them being YouTubers then had some crazy fans, and at your expense you faced some criticism that you are Chris’s FIRST and it won’t last. Does Chris actually care about? Are you both to young?
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Warnings: angsty fluff, feelings of doubt, insecurity, and self isolation
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You and Nick were good friends in middle school, you two were pretty much attached to the hip.
You spent all of your days over at his house and spending the night and just being yourselves. You were invited on family trips and outings, and you were always there in photos. Hell you even had your own section in the family album.
There was one thing though…
With the amount of time you spent with each other, you got to meet his brothers…
You had made a vow to yourself you wouldn’t date your best friends brother or develop a crush.
So you never told Nick about the massive crush you had on his twin brother Chris.
But Nick knew, it was extremely obvious. Every time you were by Chris you would flush and freeze up like a deer in headlights. What Nick never understood though was how you didn’t notice Chris also had a crush on you.
And as life moved on Nick had consistently tried everything to get you two to talk and become closer because Nick was an excellent wingman wanting to see his favourite people become something more.
But Chris was scared and so were you, and you figured Chris would just leave you and would probably find someone a lot prettier than you.
Yet all these years Chris has remained to having a massive crush on you. People would think he would move on, that he would like someone else. Yet he was so star struck on you…
Now that your both twenty two and living your life Chris finally decided it was a time to tell you everything, with the force from Nick.
So on your birthday Chris had asked you out..
It felt like time had slowed down, the strings light decorating the balcony of your apartment as both of you were pulled away from the loudness of the party.
It felt like something out of hallmark movie..
So of course you said yes..
You had both quickly embraced each other as all those years of fear to rejection had to feel so silly now..
Yet here you are embracing Chris and it felt so natural. That the shape of your body fit so perfectly against his.
Now you and Chris have been together for only a few months still in the honey moon phase were your just so infatuated with each other that it was suffocating. All of your nights and days spent gigging wrapped in each other arms as the days and weeks passed by as your love grew deeper. 
*******
Currently you and the boys were on the couch of their new home filming a video for their YouTube.
Everything was perfect, Chris was nervous about showing you off to fans. Of course you understood why considering they told you about the crazy fans,
The air was light as you all were joking and laughing,
“Personally I think the best ice cream flavor is rocky road.”
Nick gasps and Matt looks disgusted,
“You haft to be joking. Your taste buds are flipped if you think that’s the best flavour.”
Matt says lowly into the mic with a smile.
“Hey don’t say that, she has great taste.”
Chris said into the mic pulling you into his chest making you laugh.
“Look who she is with.”
He said gesturing to himself and raising his eyebrows. Both math and Nick sigh in absolute annoyance,
“You’re so weird..”
Nick said with a smile as he looked at his phone. You look up at chris and see he was already looking at you.
How could you ever ask for more…
********
It was a few days after filming and you were at your apartment scrolling on TikTok, it was late and you snuggled within the mass of blankets on your bed. Suddenly you scroll across a cute video that pops up of a fan freaking out about you two cuddling in the video.
Most of the comments are sweet and showing such kindness to Chris finally being in a relationship, until you see a certain comment…
‘I give it two more months before he gets bored.’
You suddenly felt like a brick was dropped on your chest as you clicked onto to the reply’s of the comment and all of them were agreeing? Your eyes watched as people replied to seemingly one comment across thousands of positive comments.
You could feel your eyes becoming cloudy as you read the reply’s…
‘She isn’t even his type fr lol..’
‘It’s young love and plus Chris needs someone ne with more flavour.’
‘She is literally so bland😭’
‘Plus she is his first girlfriend. I guarantee you this won’t last..’
The last comment really hit. You are his first, but that shouldn’t mean anything right? Chris tells you all the time how much you mean to him…
You suddenly felt the weight on your chest grow larger as you felt your throat close in fear. This growing feeling of being new and experiencing being someone’s first…
Should I give him space? Would this help save the relationship? I’m worth his time?
You suddenly sat up from the soft comfort of your bed and placed your phone in your nightstand and turned off your phone slowly drifting to sleep in helps of forgetting the nasty comments.
Maybe we need space…
Maybe giving him space will make things better?
*******
A few days had flown by and Chris felt like something was off. You weren’t very social with him anymore and you never spoke in conversations, you didn’t feel like you…
The silence was deafening, it felt like a piece of you was ripped away. Chris saw the look in your eyes change, you were always so bubbly and happy and suddenly he couldn’t even recognize you..
Chris was dumbfounded, did he do something? Was something said that he didn’t know about it?
Chris had asked Nick and Matt and both of them told him that maybe you were on your period or you were having a bad couple of days.
But Chris felt like it was something more, you blew him off all the time and constantly ignored his calls when he knew you weren’t busy.
Chris was starting to get pissed off. So when he was done filming for their next video he drove over to your apartment,
Chris knew the path by heart. The familiar street signs and roads to your apartment. It was a place of comfort for him, but now it felt like a drive of despair. Chris could feel his knuckles gripping at the steering wheel tightly.
Chris honestly had a thought that you were cheating on him, with the mysterious disappearances and plans being moved around and you seemingly becoming detached in any conversation with him. Chris knows you and he wouldn’t think you have a single bad bone in your body to cheat on him, but with everything that has been going on he was staring to consider…
Chris was honestly scared, you have been his first everything so far. Chris never thought he would ever get a girlfriend until Nick finally gave him the courage to stand up. Chris wasn’t ready to let go of you after he just got you..
Chris pulled up to the complex shutting off the engine and walking up the concrete stairs to your apartment, the walk felt heavy. A tension weighing on his shoulders as his hands felt heavy knocking at the door.
The sounds of shuffling are heard from beyond the door and slowly opens and there you stood with puffy eyes in nothing but his hoodie, Chris stood there shocked and frankly a little scared,
“What wrong? Is everything okay?!”
Chris said panicked as he slowly walked towards you reaching for your face and you slowly walk back pushing his hands away. Chris furrows his eyebrows and sighs.
“What the fuck has been going on with you lately?”
He didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh but he just wanted to know why his seemingly perfect relationship so far has felt so strained…
“You’re not answering my calls and declining plans!”
Chris said pointing at his phone and throwing his hands around, you look at him and feel your bottom lip pour outwards.
“Is there someone else?”
You feel your eyes shoot open seeing the hurt flashing across his eyes and you instantly grab his shoulders.
“No!”
“Then what’s going?”
Chris said softly putting his hands on top of your shoulders and you instantly felt a sense of peace wash over you. You breathe in deeply and let out a steady breath.
“Come on…”
*******
The living was quiet, the only being the fan blowing softly above. Usually you would be laughing and enjoying each others company’s and snuggling under the same blanket…
But now you are on opposite sides of the couch as you nestled into the arm of couch like a cornered animal,
“Can you please tell me what’s going on..”
Chris spoke softly not scooting over yet to give you space, he could see your shoulders sag as you looked over to him. Your eyes were glassy showing that you were crying for hours before he got here and he felt his heart crack in two at the site.
“Will you ever leave me because I’m your first?”
Your voice was so small a tiny whisper that dissipated into the air. Chris thought about your question and almost smiled at such a silly statement but when he looked at the wobble of your lip, he knew it was a much more serious question…
“No, why would you think?”
You swallow softly and tug at the ends of your hoodie,
“It’s just, I saw a TikTok-“
“I’m gonna stop you right there.”
You snap your head up to him seeing Chris carrying a stern look on his face.
“This is why I tell you to not go on there, those people know nothing about who you are. Or who I’m.”
He takes a second before smiling softly at you,
“They don’t know anything about us, they are just saying stuff because they are just crazy jealous fans.”
You smile softly and watch as Chris slowly scoots over towards.
“Plus I have dreamed of wanting a relationship that felt just right for me and I got it…”
You tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder as he tucks you into his side.
“I’m sorry on how I treated you…”
“I forgive you…”
You stayed the rest of day inside tucked against Chris’s side in the warm safety of his arms.
"you're the only one who makes me... every time we... tell you what i like, my wildflower."
pairing: matt sturniolo x reader
summary: matts been in plenty of relationships before you, but he's always had the same problem... but you seem to be the cure.
warnings: MDNI! slight sub!matt, slight dom!reader, overthinking, matts a bit hard on himself, hand job, male orgasm
authors note: hehe 5sos and matt combined? yes sir sign me up, anyways i hope yall enjoy! This was edited to the best of my ability! Also this is for @blossomingbby 's playlist season!!
You and Matt had been dating for months, coming up on a year actually. And still, he had yet to let you touch him. You didn't push, you would never push him, but you always made it known that it was something you wanted. You'd ask, and every time he'd push it off, saying maybe next time.
You knew partly why he did this, past relationships had sucked for him but you were different, he knew you were different. And he wanted it, he wanted it so bad. He was struggling to even touch you sometimes, his own cock aching to the point he'd just grind into the mattress, but still, he never came. He'd never been able to cum with someone else and the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint you or make you think you were doing something wrong because he just couldn't cum.
Every past relationship, it ended because of it. Because all the girls thought that he just didn't find them attractive enough. But he tried each time but it was like his mind was blocking him, keeping him from actually reaching completion. He'd fall into a spiral, trying so hard to focus on cumming that he's just spiraling into wondering what was so wrong with him and he didn't want that to happen with you.
You two were cuddling in bed, you cuddling into his chest. He laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling, deep in thought. You knew he was deep in thought, you placed your hand on his cheek, "Hey.. do you wanna talk about it?" You asked softly, an open invitation for him to talk but not demanding it. He sighed softly, turning his face to look at you.
"I think... i think i want you to touch me but.. but i-" Matt stopped, his face turning red with embarrassment. You just nodded, urging him to continue talking as you listened. "But I might not cum.." he said softly. You nodded, "That's okay.. I just want you to feel good Matt.. it's not about cumming. It's about you feeling good," you said softly, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Are you sure?" He asked, biting down on his bottom lip as you nodded, "I'm positive.. as long as you're moaning and telling me it feels good, then that's all i need my love," you said, pecking his lips.
He nodded, "okay.." he breathed out. Slowly, your hand moved down his chest. "Are you sure? Are you positive you want me to touch you?" You asked, making sure this is what he absolutely wanted. He nodded, "god.. please touch me," he breathed out, voice slightly whiny as his head fell back against the pillows.
You smiled, gently kissing his jaw, you trailed kisses along his jaw as your hand moved over his sweat pants, palm against his growing erection. He let out a soft gasp when you began to palm him, his brows furrowing and eyes closing as he tried to just focus on the feeling on your hand. You noticed, "Baby, look at me.." you said softly.
Matt picked his head up, eyes opening to look at you as you gave him a gentle smile, your hand still palming his cock. "Does it feel good, baby?" You asked, Matt nodded, he almost let his head fall back again but you shook your head, "Keep your eyes on me, just look at me.. just feel it.. yeah?" You instructed slightly, Matt bit down on his bottom lip.
He forced himself to keep looking at you, his cock hardening against your hand. Slowly, you slid your hand under his sweatpants and boxers. He moaned when your hand wrapped around his length, giving him a gentle squeeze at the base. "Yeah? Did you like that baby? Want me to do it again?" You asked.
Matt nodded, "fuck.." he breathed out as you gave him another gentle squeeze. "fuck.. you feel big baby.. you've been hiding all this from me?" You asked, Matt couldn't help but let out a breathy chuckle. Your hand moved up his cock, thumb swiping over the tip and making him shudder. "Oh fuck," he groaned, biting down on his bottom lip again.
"Yeah? Do you like that?" You asked, your thumb rubbing circles on his tip making him moan. His cock twitched slightly in your hand. His breathing picked up, "Oh fuck- okay- shit," matt moaned out, his head fell back and you let it.
You kissed his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses along the column of his neck. He kept moaning as your hand slid up and down his cock. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you close. He pulled you down into a kiss, heavy and intimate. You kissed back, drinking in every soft noise that left his mouth. His eyes closed, his cock twitching again in your hand.
The feeling was overwhelming to Matt, the amount of attention on him made his head spin. No one had ever treated him like this, and his orgasm was building up faster than he could even comprehend. He held you close, your forehead resting against his as you continued to stroke his cock, thumb running over his tip every now and then.
"Oh- oh fuck- fuck y/n," Matt panted slightly, his grip on you tightened as his body flexed. He came, unprepared and without warning, ropes of cum painting the inside of his boxers white. He didn't even think he could cum from someone else, let alone that fast. But there you were, smiling down at him when he finally opened his eyes.
His heart fluttered, your hand removing itself from his cock. "You are the only one... who's ever been able to make me do that," Matt admitted softly in his post orgasmic haze. "Oh? Really? I feel so honored baby," you smiled, kissing him gently. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. "Next, I'm cumming inside you," he said, making you giggle. "Got it, can't wait for it." You giggled, relaxing into his arms as the two of you just cuddled.
summary: matt is your bf and nick is your bsf, and it leads to some silly fights during a vlog.
themes/warnings: super fluffy, matt sturniolo x f!reader, bsf!nick sturniolo x reader, very sweet matt
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wc: 808
becoming matt’s girlfriend also meant you became very close to nick. having nick as a best friend, matt as a boyfriend, and chris as another close friend that’s around most of the time, means you’re never bored.
today, chris is out with some other friends, so you, nick, and matt decided to film a lunch vlog for their youtube channel.
“what is up, youtube?” matt shouts energetically as he and nick pose ridiculously for the camera you’re holding. you can be heard laughing in the background, to which matt looks at you and smiles.
nick walks over, taking the camera from you and flipping it to you and matt.
“oh, me now?” you look surprised for a moment before addressing the camera. “uhh, hey, we’re getting lunch!” you smile awkwardly at the camera even though you’re very comfortable.
that’s when matt wraps his arms around you from behind and squeezes you. you jump a little, laughing as he hugs you.
“hey!” nick shouts, grabbing matt off of you while still holding the camera. “that’s MY best friend!”
you grab the camera from nick, flipping it to show the two of them playfully throwing hands at each other. matt is laughing while nick is acting dead serious.
“she’s my girlfriend, man!” matt shouts, trying to get to you, but nick puts him in a chokehold and starts laughing too.
“ladiesss, calm down,” you say jokingly. “there’s plenty of me to go around.”
matt and nick start cackling as they lay off each other and walk back over to you.
the vlog cuts straight to the three of you at a small corner booth. you sitting next to matt, and nick sitting across from you. you’re peacefully eating the bread they served you as an appetizer, while matt steals a bite from your hand every so often. nick is watching with fake disgust as he mocks you to the camera.
“do you two ever stop being a stereotypical couple?” he asks in his funny tone that fans love.
“no,” matt says at the same time you shake your head.
nick scoffs dramatically and reaches for matt’s hand across the table to jokingly pull him off of you. “hands off my best friend,” he says.
when nick does that, you playfully bite his arm. not hard enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark for a minute.
“hey! you animal!” nick shouts, laughing in shock.
“do not call my girlfriend an animal!” matt says, crawling out of the booth and climbing to nick’s side as you get stuck recording again. matt practically lays on top of nick as they both laugh and curse each other out quietly.
“hey, stop fighting over me,” you say.
they both look at you. matt’s playfulness suddenly disappears. “you’re worth fighting for,” he says, smiling at you with soft eyes.
you practically melt at his words. there’s a long moment of silence before nick ruins the moment by saying “gross.”
“you suck,” matt says, climbing back over to you. you wrap an arm around his shoulders and squish his face with the other hand.
“isn’t he cute?” you say to the camera, a big smile on your face.
“cut this out,” matt says, bashful.
“noooo…” you reply.
“never,” nick adds.
“all this and we haven’t even ordered our lunch yet,” you say, faking a frown.
“do you wanna share something?” matt asks casually, to which you nod.
“i have to live with this,” nick says to the camera.
“and you love it,” you and matt both say at the same time, making all three of you laugh. just then, the waitress comes to take your orders. you all turn the camera off until your food arrives.
—
“this is what nick got,” you say, pointing the camera at nick’s plate. you flip the camera to you and matt’s shared plate. “and this is what we got.”
“her favorite,” matt adds.
after a little bit of chatter and a few bites taken, you shut the video off again to just enjoy eating in each other’s company. there are plenty of sweet moments between you and matt that stay off camera. for example, you got some sauce on your chin, and matt wiped it off for you.
after you all pay, “you all” being matt, you exit the restaurant and get back in the car where you film the outro, you sitting in chris’s classic car video seat.
“thank you all for watching,” matt says.
you smile at the camera happily, always loving being involved.
and then, matt films the classic close-up outro.
you all laugh together and blast music as you drive home, but matt’s words from earlier still echo through your mind.
“you’re worth fighting for.”
something meant to be silly in the moment became something so beautiful, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
becoming matt’s girlfriend also meant you became very close to nick. having nick as a best friend, matt as a boyfriend, and chris as another close friend that’s around most of the time, means you’re never bored.
today, chris is out with some other friends, so you, nick, and matt decided to film a lunch vlog for their youtube channel.
“what is up, youtube?” matt shouts energetically as he and nick pose ridiculously for the camera you’re holding. you can be heard laughing in the background, to which matt looks at you and smiles.
nick walks over, taking the camera from you and flipping it to you and matt.
“oh, me now?” you look surprised for a moment before addressing the camera. “uhh, hey, we’re getting lunch!” you smile awkwardly at the camera even though you’re very comfortable.
that’s when matt wraps his arms around you from behind and squeezes you. you jump a little, laughing as he hugs you.
“hey!” nick shouts, grabbing matt off of you while still holding the camera. “that’s MY best friend!”
you grab the camera from nick, flipping it to show the two of them playfully throwing hands at each other. matt is laughing while nick is acting dead serious.
“she’s my girlfriend, man!” matt shouts, trying to get to you, but nick puts him in a chokehold and starts laughing too.
“ladiesss, calm down,” you say jokingly. “there’s plenty of me to go around.”
matt and nick start cackling as they lay off each other and walk back over to you.
the vlog cuts straight to the three of you at a small corner booth. you sitting next to matt, and nick sitting across from you. you’re peacefully eating the bread they served you as an appetizer, while matt steals a bite from your hand every so often. nick is watching with fake disgust as he mocks you to the camera.
“do you two ever stop being a stereotypical couple?” he asks in his funny tone that fans love.
“no,” matt says at the same time you shake your head.
nick scoffs dramatically and reaches for matt’s hand across the table to jokingly pull him off of you. “hands off my best friend,” he says.
when nick does that, you playfully bite his arm. not hard enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark for a minute.
“hey! you animal!” nick shouts, laughing in shock.
“do not call my girlfriend an animal!” matt says, crawling out of the booth and climbing to nick’s side as you get stuck recording again. matt practically lays on top of nick as they both laugh and curse each other out quietly.
“hey, stop fighting over me,” you say.
they both look at you. matt’s playfulness suddenly disappears. “you’re worth fighting for,” he says, smiling at you with soft eyes.
you practically melt at his words. there’s a long moment of silence before nick ruins the moment by saying “gross.”
“you suck,” matt says, climbing back over to you. you wrap an arm around his shoulders and squish his face with the other hand.
“isn’t he cute?” you say to the camera, a big smile on your face.
“cut this out,” matt says, bashful.
“noooo…” you reply.
“never,” nick adds.
“all this and we haven’t even ordered our lunch yet,” you say, faking a frown.
“do you wanna share something?” matt asks casually, to which you nod.
“i have to live with this,” nick says to the camera.
“and you love it,” you and matt both say at the same time, making all three of you laugh. just then, the waitress comes to take your orders. you all turn the camera off until your food arrives.
—
“this is what nick got,” you say, pointing the camera at nick’s plate. you flip the camera to you and matt’s shared plate. “and this is what we got.”
“her favorite,” matt adds.
after a little bit of chatter and a few bites taken, you shut the video off again to just enjoy eating in each other’s company. there are plenty of sweet moments between you and matt that stay off camera. for example, you got some sauce on your chin, and matt wiped it off for you.
after you all pay, “you all” being matt, you exit the restaurant and get back in the car where you film the outro, you sitting in chris’s classic car video seat.
“thank you all for watching,” matt says.
you smile at the camera happily, always loving being involved.
and then, matt films the classic close-up outro.
you all laugh together and blast music as you drive home, but matt’s words from earlier still echo through your mind.
“you’re worth fighting for.”
something meant to be silly in the moment became something so beautiful, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Summery: A spontaneous game of truth or dare, conjures up awkward feelings, forbidden fantasies and hard confessions.
Warnings: Smut, threesome [no incest], MDNI.
Pairing: Chratt X Reader.
A/N: Part One -> Here.
‘Is it true that you purposely didn’t get your driving licence for so long, because you enjoyed being driven everywhere?’
Chris’s eyes darted towards his brother, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face ‘Im not answering that shit’
Matt shook his head, raising himself up slightly from the living room couch, with an authoritative tone ‘You’re not allowed to refuse, that’s the rules. You chose truth, so let’s hear it’
A spontaneous games night, had manifested itself out of the blue. A few harmless drinks soon resulted in playing charades, which quickly turned into monopoly and had now turned into truth or dare. So far, Matt had revealed his undying love for cringy romantic comedies, Chris had been dared to run down the street wearing an old Halloween costume and I unwillingly admitted that I frequently pretended to be asleep downstairs, so Matt would carry me up to bed. The drinks were flowing a little too nicely, invoking confidence and risky admissions.
‘Maybe I enjoyed having my own personal chauffeur’ Replied Chris, pulling the stack of cards on the table towards him.
His eyes swiped across the chosen card, reading the question to himself. A few seconds passed before he looked up at us, a thoroughly smug expression on his face ‘This is a mandatory truth card’ he said, focusing his attention on me ‘So you have no choice but to answer truthfully, regardless of the question’
I suddenly felt nervous. Matts hand that had been resting on my thigh the entire evening, began rubbing it soothingly. His eyes locked on his brother ‘Since that fateful night’ said Chris ‘Have you ever fantasised about being with both of us?’
I felt like the air had been knocked from my lungs. Matts hand tightened on my thigh, as the atmosphere shifted in the room. Ever since that fateful night as Chris so brazenly described it, I had replayed the event in my head on countless occasions. The hungry look in matts eyes as he watched Chris bring me to an earth shattering orgasm. The smirk on Chris’s face as he forced me to lock eyes with Matt whilst he so expertly slipped his fingers inside of me, over and over again. The aftereffects were even more memorable. Consumed with possessiveness and unexpected lust, Matt took matters into his own hands. Insisting that Chris watched as he reminded me exactly which brother I belonged to. From that moment onwards, we never spoke about what happened. Matt had proved his point and made his intentions perfectly clear. Never again.
I would never divulge how often I had let my mind wander into uncharted territories. Wondering what it would feel like to be worshipped by both brothers. Having them both at the same time. More than once, I had almost whimpered Chris’s name during sex with Matt. Subconsciously fantasising about how easily he made me fall apart for him, how good he made me feel in spite of myself. In spite of how deeply I care for Matt.
‘You’re not allowed to refuse’ said Chris, snapping me back to reality ‘Thats the rules, right Matt? You have to be truthful’
A muscle tensed in Matts jaw as he stared at his brother with the utmost distaste. The grip on my thigh was suffocating as he waited for me to answer the intimate question. I could feel heat rising to my cheeks among other places, how on earth was I supposed to articulate my words in a way that wouldn’t cause trouble? And at the same time, I couldn’t lie because I was certain that both Matt and Chris already knew the answer.
‘I suppose.. I have thought about it’ I whispered, refusing to meet Matts eyes. I was suddenly hyper aware of how weak my voice sounded out loud. A notion that I was certain didn’t go unnoticed. Chris looked thoroughly pleased with my answer, twiddling the card between his fingers as he waited for Matt to retaliate. Instead, Matt leaned back against the couch, his arms folded across his chest ‘My turn’ he said, disregarding the stack of cards on the table with an unreadable expression.
‘I dare you to kiss Chris’
It took a few seconds before his words actually registered ‘What are you doing?’ I breathed, certain that I had misheard.
‘I need to see something’ continued Matt, determined not to look at me. His eyes still fixed pointedly on his brothers face, which now looked slightly less confident ‘You didn’t seem to have a problem kissing him when I wasn’t home, did you?’
My heart hammered against my ribcage as the gravity of the situation washed over me. Chris’s entire demeanour changed. He seemed sceptical whether this was some sort of cruel trick on Matts behalf, or if he had lost his mind once and for all. My breathing shallowed as Matts hand came to rest on my lower back, softly pushing me up from the couch. I felt as though my legs were going to give away as I slowly walked towards Chris.
‘I wasn’t expecting this to happen’ said Chris quietly, so only I could hear him ‘But I couldn’t have planned it better myself’
He gently pulled me onto his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist. I could smell the familiar scent of his cologne, sweet musky and ever so Chris. Almost instantly, I found myself lost in his baby blue eyes, as though hypnotised. Images of our indiscretion flashed through my mind as we melted into each others embrace, our lips ever so lightly brushing together..
‘Don’t get all shy on me now’ chuckled Matt ‘Just pretend that Im not home, that should make it easier for you guys’
Whether through lust, or through pure spite I wasn’t entirely sure. Chris slid his fingertips up my spine, his hand tangling gently in my hair as he tilted my head slightly, crashing his lips onto mine in the most tantalisingly passionate kiss I had ever experienced. I involuntarily moaned against his lips, causing him to grip my hips, grinding me down against his growing bulge. From the corner of my eye, I could see Matt sitting rigidly still, his eyes glazing over as he took the sight of us in.
‘Ive missed the taste of you’ groaned Chris as his lips trailed wet kisses across my neck and collarbone, leaving me utterly breathless. I knew this situation was controversially wrong, but the temptation of Chris was stronger than my ability to resist. I felt the couch beside us dip, followed by the clasp of Matts hand wrapping firmly around my throat ‘You drive me fucking insane’ he growled, smashing his lips against mine as Chris continued sucking purple bruises onto my exposed clavicle. My head was spinning from the delicious sensation of feeling both of their lips on my body at the same time ‘You want both of us sweetheart?’ rasped Matt with mock concern ‘Tell us exactly what you need. Use your words, there’s a good girl’
‘I need you’ I sighed, overwhelmed by the pleasure they were providing ‘Need to feel you both, so badl-’ my words were cut off as Chris bit down on my neck, sending shivers through my entire body, his fingertips grazing under the hem of my dress.
‘Your manners are impeccable’ cooed Matt, pulling me up off Chris’s lap, his arms wrapping around my waist from behind ‘What do you say Chris?’ he teased, staring at his brother over my shoulder ‘Should we indulge in this dirty little fantasy?
Chris feigned deep thought, adding to my already climbing desperation ‘I think we should give her what she wants, don’t you?’ he smirked ‘Considering she asked us both so nicely’
They were like a tag team, expertly bouncing off one another. Torturing me for their own pleasure and entertainment.
Matt stood before me, slowly unbuckling his belt ‘You gonna be a good girl for me whilst Chris makes you feel good?’ He whispered, his voice laced with pure seduction. Before I could answer him, I felt Chris’s skilful fingertips toying with the satin ribbon on the back of my dress. His lips leaving goosebumps in the wake of his feather light kisses. Matt had pulled himself free from the confines of his boxers, stroking himself softly as I positioned myself in front of him. The groan that spilled from his lips as I took him into my mouth, made my heart flutter ‘Oh fuck.. thats it baby, doing such a good job for me’ his hand shot down, tangling in my hair as he guided my head up and down his length, mumbling filthy praises under his breath.
Behind me, I felt Chris gently slip my soaked underwear to the side. The cool air startling against my hot skin. He swiped his swollen tip through the wetness that he and Matt had created, coating himself before slowly starting to edge himself inside. I hissed at the delicious stretch, my eyes rolling back into my head ‘You feel better than I ever imagined’ he whined, barely giving me the chance to adjust to his size, before he pulled out and slammed his hips back into mine with a relentless pace.
I moaned around Matts cock as Chris hit that mind numbing sweet spot, sending shockwaves throughout my entire body. The sensation of being used in this way, surpassed even my most sinful fantasies. I could feel that knot tightening in my stomach as Chris’s thrusts became unstable ‘You gonna let us fill you up, pretty girl?’ he teased, spreading my legs further apart as he pulled me back onto his cock over and over again. My vision began to blur as my orgasm approached, faster than I anticipated. Before I could prepare myself, pleasure exploded through my every fibre as my high crashed into me with the force of a tidal wave ‘Oh my fuck’ groaned Chris, as with one last thrust, he spilled his warm essence inside me. Matts eyes rolled back into his head, his grip on my hair slackening as he succumbed to his own blissful release.
‘You feeling alright?’ said Chris, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he leaned against the bathroom doorframe. His flushed cheeks and unbuckled belt was an image I would have a hard time getting out of my mind. I nodded tiredly as Matt checked the temperature of the bath he was running for me, taking care not to blow out the little tea lights he had lit.
‘I picked you out some comfy underwear and one of my shirts okay princess?’ cooed Matt, his nurturing behaviour a stark contrast from his earlier performance. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss against my lips ‘All mine’ he whispered. But as my eyes swept towards Chris, I had a conflicting thought..
disc: mentions & consumption of drugs and alcohol, ex!chris, chris & reader do a line coke each, heavy petting, implied blowjob at the end.
you don’t know how nick managed to drag you to some party in the middle of god knows where. but nick had some sort of undeniable persuasion when it came to parties, no matter where it was or who was throwing it, nick ended up in the heart of it with you on his arm.
and you knew that you were going to cause trouble, especially when you slipped into that strapless mini dress with and your favorite push-up bra, the combo that made a certain ex boyfriend of yours lose his mind. the dress made you look like sin, bad decisions, and heaven all wrapped in one.
you followed behind nick, the heels of your knee high boots clicking against the sticky floor and your hand linked in his as he searched for his boyfriend and the drink stand. you laughed as nick threw you a disgusted look over his shoulder as you passed a group of guys trying and failing to do a keg-stand.
finally, you spotted nick’s boyfriend and waved as nick let go and ran over to him. you greeted noah with a hug before turning to the coolers and fridge full of drinks, you settled on vodka and some bottled lemonade that noah said you could use. you made quick conversation with nick and noah before deciding you were going to look for some of your other friends.
as you were walking around the party, you took notice of the suffocating and thick body heat that was building inside the house, the absurd amount of people together made the air grow sticky and muggy, and pairing that with the pungent smoke from weed and god knows what else, you needed a little bit of air.
the party had eventually moved its way outside into the backyard, the fairy lights lining the patio had been flicked on and forgotten about at some point during the night, but that wasn’t what caught your attention as you sat on a lounge chair by the tarp covered pool. it was chris.
your ex-boyfriend was tucked away in the corner of the patio, against the outdoor bar as he talked with a few guys, flicking through a generous wad of cash. you watched with a knowing smirk as chris fished out a couple bags from his pocket, flicking the corner of them before handing them to the men in front of him. you waited until the guys disappeared inside before walking over to chris.
“how much for a bag?” you chuckle, tossing back your drink and setting the plastic cup on the bar.
“s’about sixty for a bag.” chris mutters over his shoulder, not realizing who exactly was asking. you roll your eyes and slip the cash you brought out of your bra. no matter what the plan was for the night, you always carried cash on you.
“here.” you hum, tossing about a hundred and twenty or so in bills on the bar, chris turns around with a grin on his face as he sees you, and then checks how much you gave him.
“this is more than sixty, sweetheart.”
“well i figured i could buy a bag, and then you and i can go split it.”
“y’still over-paying.”
“think of it as me making up for some of what you’re going to miss out on after we disappear.” you grin, watching yet again as he flicks the corner of the bag, his eyes tracing every inch of your body.
“huh, well aren’t you just a thoughtful one, y/n.” chris hums, walking the bar and standing in front of you, one arm wrapping around your waist and roughly tugging you into his space, his lips immediately finding that one specific spot along your jaw that makes your knees tremble in anticipation.
your hands find purchase in his hair, fingers weaving through the messy, dark curls while a gasp falls from your lips as chris nips at your throat, his tongue soothing the bite just slightly before his kisses trail upward, his lips meeting yours in a rough, desperate manner. you feel him begin to back away from the kiss and a whine pulls from deep in your throat, but chris is quick to stop you, his hand resting against your jaw and tilting your face upward with the slightest bit of pressure. you watch as he pulls open the bag with his teeth before he looks at you one last time. the question “you sure?” written clear day on your face and you don’t hesitate to nod.
chris, trying to focus on anything but the raging hard-on pressing against the front of his jeans, tugs the front of your dress down just enough that your bra is still leaving you some dignity.
“now baby, need y’to stay super fuckin’ still ‘kay? don’t wanna waste any of this shit.” chris whispers, pressing one last kiss to your lips before pouring out a small line of the white powder along the swell of your left breast, his other hand resting on your right one and his thumb pressing against his left nostril as he quickly snorts the line. his head tipping back as he pulls away, a brief sniffle coming from him.
“your turn.” he whispers, holding the bag out to you, you pluck it from his fingers and smile.
“not here.” you grunt, tugging your dress back up, tucking the closed bag of coke into your bra and grabbing chris’ hand, tugging him behind you as you lead the way into the house, weaving through the crowd of people and up the stairs. it takes a few tries before you finally find an empty bedroom and you waste no time tugging him in behind you.
chris is quick, you barely have a second to lock the door before he’s pushing you against, the front of your body flush with the wood, his body is warm, solid, and heavy against your back, the pressure of his weight is oddly grounding, his lips are against the side of your neck, his hands are pulling you into him, and he’s grinding against your ass and you swear you could cum from just that alone. but you turn in his hold, and push him back until he’s bumping against the edge of the mattress.
your lips are on his, desperate and urgent, as your fingers fumble with the buckle of his belt. chris’ hands are holding either side of your face, his fingers tangled in your hair and his thumbs pressing into your cheeks as you push his pants and boxers down. you don’t give him any time to react as you push him on the bed, straddling his thighs as you pour out the last line of cocaine on his stomach, right where his happy trail would lay if he hadn’t shaved.
you grin up at him and take his length in your hand, giving him a quick lick from base to tip before leaning down, your free hand plugging your right nostril as you snort the line and your other hand, still slowly pumping him.
