Hey! Iām Asia, a 19-year-old Italian girl whoās been a dedicated Sturniolo fan since 2021 (definitely a Chris girl ). I love good food, beautiful flowers, and vibing to musicāespecially Billie Eilish and Madison Beer. My blog is all about positivity, so no hate hereājust good vibes! šø
ā ā smut. oral fem!receive. fluff. non sober!reader (all consented). not proofread.
take your shoes offā¦
after a nice night out at dinner you and matt were finally home. your were a little tipsy from the margaritas you had at the restaurant and you were practically bouncing off the walls, you had already been in such a great mood today and it couldnāt have gotten more perfect.
āalright, alright baby,ā matt said with a slight laugh as he helped slide off your heels, you could barely sit still long enough on the couch for him to do so. āthere. all done, ready for bed now?ā
āwhat? noo itās still so early, iām not tired yet!ā you stood from the couch and he followed right behind you. ācan we justā¦watch a movie or something? iām not ready for bed yet.ā
āno? not tired?ā he replied and grabbed your hand to pull you close to him and wrap an arm around your waist. āwe could just lay in bed, donāt have to sleep or anything, yeah?ā you nodded against his chest and smiled, you could read his mind completely.
just like that you were laid back in bed with him between your legs, āmm,ā he hummed against you but you had a grip on his hair keeping him from coming up. instead he had to reach up and tap your arm for you to let him go. āgodā¦ā he panted, āneed to breathe baby.ā
āright. sorry,ā you smiled innocently but waited for him to catch his breath so he could go back down on you again and finish what he started, and he did. after a moment he began kissing between your thighs again, he brought his tongue to your clit making sure to give it enough attention to get a reaction out of you, which it did, āohā¦god. matt, keep doing that,ā you moaned. he moved his tongue down to your opening and brought a thumb to rub your clit instead. you werenāt able to give him much warning except a rough tug of his hair to indicate that you were cumming.
āmmhm,ā he hummed against you, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure. āyāgood baby?ā you only nodded in response as he brought his mouth back down to clean up your release with his tongue. once he was finished with that he sat up and brought your mouth to his initiating a passionate kiss with his tongue exploring your mouth, allowing you to tase yourself.
you reached down toward his waistband to pull them down but he stopped you. āno thatās okay baby, i know youāre tired now, i can see it. next time okay.ā a soft expression took over his face at the way your eyes dropped and how you tried so hard to keep them open. āshh, just go to sleep now okay?ā he cradled your cheek with his hand and pulled you closer to his chest with an arm wrapped around your waist holding close and tight throughout the night.
tags: @angel-sturn1, @ilovesamgoldencoch, @mattfilmed, @privatelyowned-t, @glitteryun1corns, @audrysturnzz (comment under here to be added)
this was very short but iām gonna make three parts to it like the songā¦(1st, 2nd, 3rd floor) lmao idk this came to me randomly and iām rolling with it, still dk if i hate it or not tho
also still trying to find a layout i like im so indecisive i change it every time i post <33
he was just trying to be a genuine friend, thatās all. you were alone, walking away from the two story house that blasted music through the roof. tears glossed up your eyes, lips swollen and wet from chewing on them. swaying a little cause you were tipsy. his best friend would kill him if he mentioned the state you were in and didnāt offer you a ride home. or probably not, given that the reason for your tears were due to him ending things.
how could he? youāre as sweet as candy, have a heart as big as your smile, and you are undeniably beautiful. especially in that tiny polka dotted dress you currently had on.
matt tried to shake the thoughts away, but he was two beers in from āpregamingā earlier. he shouldnāt be driving. he shouldnāt be stopping on dark lonely street. and he definitely shouldnāt be kissing you like he is now.
his lips brushed yours. soft and tender. slowly at first. āwhy would he let sweet girl like you go?ā he whispered between kisses, his hand holding your jaw in place.
all of your soft nosies were swallowed by his mouth as he wiped away the drying tears with his thumb. then, you made him groan into your mouth when you sucked and tugged on his bottom lip.
ācome here.ā he demanded in that low raspy voice and pulled you over the console and onto his lap doing so. you were heartbroken. both with alcohol in your bloodstreams. he needs to stop but you felt so good like this. plus, you didnāt deny.
your fingers ranked through his hair, his hands sneaked underneath your dress. you sat on his clothed dick, matt nearly moaned feeling the heat pooling between your legs.
without a doubt, he pulled down the top of your dress to expose your bra covering tits. they were in his face, so he kissed each one over the fabric.
āmattā¦ā you sighed, the way you said his name almost made him cum right there and then. āplease.ā
he pulled away just to look you in the eye. a storm beginning to pour. excitement ran through his veins; adrenaline. āyeah, baby?ā
you nodded, ājust this one time.ā
ājust once.ā he claimed, slipping your panties to the side. his finger slid through your wet folds, already covered in your sticky mess. yours undid his button and zipper, pulling his straining swollen length out.
āshit,ā he hissed, throbbing in your hand the moment you squeezed gently. āiām sorry,ā you apologized, though you both knew you didnāt actually mean it.
āi can i put it in?ā so dolce.
his head fell back against the seat, youāre already so addictive to him. āyeah.ā he hoarsed, looking down just in time to see you guide his tip to your leaking entrance. his jaw went slack at the sight, but also at the feeling. hot, tight, wet.
the car filled with sighs and sweet noises, plopping and squelching sounds. you rocked your hips, the grinding stimulating your clit. then, matt slowly fucked into you, long lazy strokes. you hid in his neck, he whispered dirty words against your shoulder.
he can already envision it; late nights of sneaking around and kissing in his car. after all, youāll be needing someone to lean on.
Summary: After coming home from surgery, y/n is weak, drowsy, and recovering slowly while Chris takes care of her with quiet, constant attention. He helps her with everythingāfrom getting her settled to making sure she eats, takes her meds, and rests comfortably. In the calm, blurry hours of recovery, his presence becomes steady and grounding, showing his love through gentle actions rather than words, as he refuses to leave her side.
Okay, soft mode. The kind that feels like warm blankets, sleepy afternoons, and someone being so gentle with you it almost makes your chest ache.
The ride home is quieter than you expected.
Not uncomfortableājustā¦ soft. Muted, like the whole world has been turned down a few notches.
Everything feels a little slow, a little hazy. The anesthesia still lingers in your veins, making your thoughts float instead of land. You rest your head against the window for a moment, watching the city blur past, but itās too muchātoo bright, too fast.
āHey,ā comes his voice, low and careful.
Chris Sturniolo reaches over from the driverās seat, one hand briefly leaving the wheel just to touch your armāgrounding, checking. His thumb brushes lightly over your sleeve.
āYou okay?ā
You nod, even though itās more of a slow tilt of your head than anything convincing.
āMhmā¦ just tired.ā
āYeah, I know,ā he murmurs, like he expected that. Like heās already three steps ahead of whatever you need.
The rest of the drive, he doesnāt say much. But he keeps glancing over at you at red lights, like heās making sure youāre still there, still breathing, still okay. Every time your eyes flutter closed for too long, he gently calls your name, just to keep you from drifting too far.
When you get home, you barely have time to register being parked before heās already out of the car.
Your door opens, and the cool air hits your face.
āDonāt even try,ā he says softly when you shift like youāre about to get out on your own.
You give him a sleepy, half-hearted look. āI can walkā¦ā
āYeah, and I can fly,ā he replies, not even missing a beat.
Before you can argue, his arm is around youāfirm, steady, careful. He doesnāt rush you. Doesnāt pull. Just supports, letting you lean as much as you need.
Your steps are slow, uneven, and the ground feels weirdly far away, but he adjusts to you like itās instinct. Like heās memorized your rhythm.
āEasy,ā he murmurs when you stumble slightly, his grip tightening just enough to keep you steady. āI got you.ā
And he does.
The whole way inside.
The apartment feels warmer than usual. Or maybe itās just him.
He doesnāt let go of you until youāre sitting on the bed, and even then, he lingersāhands hovering for a second like heās making sure you wonāt justā¦ disappear if he steps away.
āOkay,ā he exhales quietly, running a hand through his hair. āStay. Donāt move. Iām gonna grab your meds and water.ā
You blink up at him, a little dazed. āBossy.ā
He huffs a quiet laugh, already halfway out of the room. āOnly when youāre like this.ā
You hear him moving aroundādrawers opening, cabinets shutting, the soft clink of a glass being filled. Itās such a normal sound, but right now it feelsā¦ different. Intentional. Like every little thing heās doing is for you.
When he comes back, he kneels in front of you instead of just handing things over.
āAlright,ā he says gently, placing the glass in your hands but keeping one of his underneath it, just in case. āSmall sips. Doctorās orders.ā
You obey without thinking, eyes still heavy, movements slow. A bit of water slips at the corner of your mouth, and before you can even react, heās already thereāthumb brushing it away, absentminded, soft.
āMess,ā he mutters, but thereās no bite to it. Just fondness.
He hands you the medication, watching closely as you take it, like he doesnāt trust the universe not to mess this up somehow.
āGood,ā he nods after a second. āOkay. Nowālie down.ā
You hesitate, glancing at the pillows like theyāre suddenly complicated.
āI feel weird,ā you admit quietly.
His expression softens instantly.
āI know,ā he says, voice dropping even lower. āCome here.ā
He helps you shift, guiding you gently until youāre lying back. He adjusts the pillows behind your head one by one, not satisfied until you look actually comfortable.
Then comes the blanket.
You watch, a little out of it, as he pulls it up over you, tucking it around your sides like you might fall apart if he doesnāt do it just right.
āYou donāt have to tuck me in like a burrito,ā you mumble.
He shrugs, smoothing the edge of the blanket anyway. āToo late.ā
For a while, you just lie there.
Half-awake. Half-asleep.
He moves quietly around the roomāgrabbing things, setting stuff within your reach, dimming the lights. At some point, he disappears into the kitchen again, and you hear the faint sound of something heating up.
When he comes back, heās holding a small tray.
āSoup,ā he announces softly. āVery gourmet. Five-star.ā
You squint at it. āItās from a can.ā
āHey. Donāt disrespect my culinary skills right now.ā
But he sits beside you, helping you sit up just enough to eat. He doesnāt rush you. Doesnāt get impatient when you take forever to swallow, when your hands are a little shaky.
At one point, you pause, your energy dipping fast.
He notices immediately.
āOkay, thatās enough,ā he says, setting the tray aside before you even have to ask. āYou can finish later.ā
You nod, already sinking back into the pillows.
Time blurs after that.
The room is dim, quiet, safe.
At some point, you feel the mattress dip beside you. You donāt open your eyes, but you know itās him. Youād know it anywhere.
His hand finds yours under the blanket, fingers lacing gently with yours.
āYouāre doing good,ā he murmurs, almost like heās talking to himself.
Your thumb moves weakly against his, a small, sleepy response.
āChrisā¦ā you mumble.
āYeah?ā
āStay.ā
Thereās not even a second of hesitation.
āIām not going anywhere,ā he says.
And he doesnāt.
He stays right there, sitting beside you as you drift in and out of sleep. Every time you stir, his hand is still there. Every time your breathing changes, he glances over, checking.
At one point, you wake just enough to feel his fingers brushing your hair back from your faceāslow, repetitive, soothing.
āGo back to sleep,ā he whispers when he realizes youāre awake.
You donāt argue.
You canāt.
Because you feel safe in a way thatās almost overwhelming. Heavy, warm, real.
And as you drift off again, his hand still holding yours, thereās only one clear thought left in your mindā
hii guysā¦ i know itās been a while š«¶š» i hope youāre all doing okay <3
life has been kinda crazy lately, iāve been super busy and stressed with school and everything, but iām trying my best to get back into writing because i really missed it
this time i wanted to try something a little different and wrote a full fluffy one shot instead of my usual angsty stuffā¦ and honestly it felt so comforting to write š„ŗ
i hope it gives you the same soft feeling while reading it
as always, thank you for being here and for your patience, it means more than you think š
summery: matt gets his wisdom teeth removed. fluff
requested by: @ikyoudreamofme š
Matt had never been great with hospitals or anything remotely medical. So when he stumbled out of the surgeonās officeācheeks puffy, eyes glazed, and drooling just a littleāit wasnāt surprising that he was more than a little out of it.
You barely had time to thank the nurse before he spotted you in the waiting area and stopped dead in his tracks, swaying like a newborn deer.
āā¦Whoa.ā
You blinked. āMatt?ā
He just stared.
Then, like heād never seen you before, he whispered, awestruck, āYouāre so pretty.ā
Your mouth twitched. āBabe. Itās me.ā
He frowned, dazed. āWait. Are you my nurse?ā
āNo, Iām your girlfriend,ā you said gently, stepping forward to steady him as he teetered.
His jaw droppedāas much as it could, considering the gauze in his mouth. āI have a girlfriend?!ā he exclaimed, like this was both the best and most shocking news of his life. āNo way. No freaking way.ā
āYes way,ā you laughed, helping him into the passenger seat of your car.
He stared at you the whole time you buckled him in, like youād hung the stars in the sky. Then, very seriously: āDo you think sheās nice?ā
You raised a brow. āYour girlfriend?ā
He nodded, cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk.
āVery nice,ā you said.
āAnd pretty?ā he mumbled through gauze.
āI guess so.ā
He melted into the seat, utterly content. āI wanna marry her.ā
You smiled, heart soft. āIāll let her know.ā
He blinked slowly, like the meds were winning. āWaitā¦ whatās her name?ā
You paused. āItās me, baby.ā
Matt blinked again. āNo way.ā Then he gasped. āOh my god, I have a girlfriend and itās you?!ā
You laughed harder than you probably should have.
But it was the look on his faceāpure wonder, pure joyāthat made you pause.
Even when he forgot, he still chose you.
āYeah,ā you said, brushing his hair back from his forehead. āItās me.ā
He beamed. āI think I love you.ā
You leaned down, kissed his forehead. āI know you do.ā
He fell asleep five minutes later with your hand in his and a chocolate milkshake in his lap, whispering something about marrying the girl in the passenger seat.
this is very short and not very good but the idea was really cute š
if you & Matt got high together, heād 100% get all lovey and emotional, holding your face, telling you how amazing and beautiful you are like itās the first time heās ever said it. He cannot stop staring into your eyes. One thing would lead to another, slow kisses, hands lingering, and itād turn into the kind of soft, passionate sex where heās taking his time with you completely. In missionary heās whispering āI love youā so many times as he kisses you.
if you & Chris got high together, heād be way more straightforward about it. heād get all relaxed, a little smirk on his face, pulling you closer like he already knows where its going. Heād mumble ābaby I need youā in your ear, hands on your hips, and itād turn into that slow, intimate kind of moment where you both take off your pyjama pants and you ride him. Afterwards, youād end up tangled together, falling asleep calm and quiet as he traces lazy shapes on your back.
hii guys, hope youāre doing well š iām already thinking about the next fanfics i want to write, so i wanted to ask if any of you have ideas or requests for other sturniolo fics, (especially about chris) iām literally open to anything, from fluff and jealousy to tension, angst, or cute little moments.
also tell me, whoās your favorite between nick, matt, and chris? and whatās your favorite video of theirs? i love knowing your favorite moments because it gives me so much inspo for future stories and scenes
and if anyone wants to be added to my taglist for future posts, please leave a comment down below so itāll be easier for me to build it and keep track of everyone š«¶š», have a wonderful day š
ā¤· warnings . . . smut(explicit), pervert chris & matt, domination, rough detailed sex scenes, threesome(DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THESE THEMES MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!!)
summary: when Chris and Matt are not listening to you while youāre talking so you end up in a tense situation.
The living room had started innocently enough just you in the middle of the couch, rambling animatedly about the disaster that had happened in your sociology class, hands moving everywhere as Chris and Matt sat on either side of you.
At first, you hadnāt noticed the shift.
The silence.
The way Chris kept watching your mouth instead of listening.
The way Matt had moved closer, his knee brushing yours, his hand resting on your thigh just a little too deliberately.
It only hit you when your words started to falter under the weight of both their stares.
āWhy are you both looking at me like that?ā youād laughed nervously.
Chris had only smirked, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. āBecause you have no idea what you do to us.ā
Mattās hand had tightened slightly on your thigh, his voice soft against your ear. āThe way you talk, the way you get all worked upā¦ it drives us insane.ā
The tension built so fast after that it was impossible to think. Chrisās hand in your hair, Mattās lips ghosting over your neck, both of them closing in until you were trapped between heat and teasing touches.
When Matt asked if you wanted them to stop, the only thing you could whisper was no.
That one word changed everything.
By the time youāre above Chris, the room feels molten.
Your body moves over him in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, every roll of your hips drawing a wrecked groan from his lips. Heās sprawled beneath you, hands gripping your waist possessively, guiding you down every time your movements falter.
āFuck,ā Chris breathes, eyes dragging over the arch of your back. āYou look unreal like this.ā
The praise sends heat straight through you.
Then Matt steps into your line of sight.
He takes his time, standing at the edge of the bed and watching the way your body moves with Chrisās, the way your face already looks dazed with pleasure. His hand comes up to your jaw, fingertips tracing lightly over your cheek before sliding to your throat, tilting your head up.
āEyes on me,ā he says quietly.
The softness in his voice makes it impossible not to obey.
Your gaze lifts to his instantly, even as Chris thrusts up from beneath you in a deeper, slower rhythm that makes your breath catch.
Matt leans down and kisses you rubbing my clit sending shivers of pleasure all over my body .
Slow.
Lingering.
Almost unfairly sweet compared to the way Chris is making your whole body shake.
āSo pretty like this,ā Matt whispers against your lips. āTaking us so well.ā
Chris groans beneath you, hands tightening on your hips as he sets a harder pace, each thrust dragging through you until your thighs start to tremble.
Matt stays close, one hand stroking your hair back from your damp face, the other still holding your jaw gently so your eyes stay locked on his.
āThatās it,ā he murmurs. āStay with me.ā
You try God, you do but the combination of Chris beneath you and Mattās quiet control in front of you is enough to make your thoughts dissolve completely.
Chris curses under his breath, fingers digging into your skin. āSheās tight and so wet.ā
Matt smiles, his forehead brushing yours. āI know. She likes this.ā
Your body jolts when Chris thrusts deeper, the new angle making a broken sound spill from your lips.
Mattās thumb brushes your cheek soothingly as my lips wrap around his cock. āGood girl. Just keep looking at me.ā
The praise hits harder than anything else.
Chrisās rhythm underneath you turns devastatingly steady, every thrust landing in the same perfect place until your whole body is shaking above him.
āSheās close,ā Chris groans, voice rough and breathless.
Matt leans closer, lips near your ear now, his tone warm and coaxing. āThen let go for us.ā
Thatās what breaks you.
The softness in Mattās voice.
The way Chrisās hands hold you down into every final thrust.
The feeling of being completely surrounded by them.
The release tears through you so hard it leaves you trembling, your body collapsing forward as wave after wave crashes over you.
Chris groans the second he feels you clench around him, his hips stuttering beneath you as he follows right after, head falling back against the pillows with a wrecked curse.
āHoly fuck.ā
For a second, the room is nothing but heavy breathing and the aftershocks still running through your body.
Then Mattās hand cradles your face, grounding you, and he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
āThatās it,ā he murmurs, voice full of quiet praise. āGood girl.ā
And caught between Chrisās hands still warm on your hips and Mattās softness above you, you realize there was never any going back after the couch.
Not after the way they looked at you.
Not after the way they touched you.
Not after this.
hi guys i just posted the chratt fic and iām kind of shaking rn šš hope you like it!! pls tell me your thoughts, i live for your reactions. also send me requests if you want more + if you wanna be added to my taglist just let me know š«¶š»
