in which . . . the universe shrinks to just you and matt, and nothing else matters but the way he feels.
warnings . . . smut , making out , car sex , unprotected sex , riding , praise kink , size kink , creampie.
𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙉 𝙁𝙄𝘾 #1
the night air is soft and cool, brushing your skin through the cracked window as matt’s car hums quietly beneath you. the two of you are parked just outside the city, the lights fading away into a dark sky dotted with stars—like the universe put on a private show just for you two.
you lean your head back against the seat, heart already fluttering even before matt’s hand finds yours, fingers lacing together like they were made for it. the way he looks at you is like gravity pulling you closer, a silent promise whispered without words.
you try to steady your breath, but it’s impossible. the whole world feels suspended, held in this moment that’s both intimate and infinite.
“you ever think about how wild it is?” matt’s voice is low, barely louder than the night around you. “like, of all the people on this planet, it’s just us right here, right now.”
you nod, your fingers tightening around his. “it’s kind of crazy.”
“yeah.” he smiles, that shy little thing that makes your chest ache. “like fate or something. like we were always supposed to find each other.”
you meet his gaze, feeling the truth of it in the way your heart pounds. “yeah.”
the music playing softly in the background seems to wrap around you both, the lyrics drifting through the car like a secret only you share.
matt shifts closer, his breath warm on your cheek. “i wanna make this last forever,” he murmurs, voice thick with something you can’t quite name. “you, me, right here. nothing else.”
your breath catches, familiar heat pooling low in your stomach as his hand slides to cup your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone gently.
you lean into the touch, eyes fluttering closed for a moment, the tension between you electric. when you open them again, matt’s lips are just inches from yours. slow. deliberate. waiting.
“can i?” he asks softly, the vulnerability making you melt.
“yes,” you whisper back, barely able to contain the rush of feeling.
his mouth finds yours in a kiss that’s everything—soft and hungry, sweet and urgent all at once. your hands find his chest, while his hands trace the curve of your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you, just heat and breath and the dizzying certainty that this is exactly where you’re meant to be.
you get lost in the moment—the way his lips move against yours, the way his fingers thread through your hair, the steady beat of his heart under your palm. it’s magnetic, like falling into a star you never want to stop orbiting.
the world outside the car disappears completely, leaving only the two of you wrapped in a private bubble of warmth, love, and light.
and as the kiss deepens, his fingers slip beneath your shirt. the heat between you flickers and grows, promising so much more—promising a night you’ll never forget.
but for now, it’s just this—this perfect, blazed moment under the endless sky, where you belong in his arms and nothing else matters.
matt pulls away, panting, his hands reaching down to his jeans and tugging the zipper down. you take the cue to rid yourself of your shorts and panties, lifting your hips to slip them off and drop them in the floorboard. your turn to matt, and he’s already got his boxers and jeans down to his mid-thighs.
“c’mere, baby,” matt motions you over, to which you climb over the center console, plopping down on his thighs. he groans softly as he feels your warm wetness start to spread across his even warmer skin. “fuck, you’re so wet…”
your face flushes deeply at his truthful but humiliating words, dropping your gaze down to his cock. matt hooks his slender finger underneath your chin, dragging your gaze back up to his face. god, he found it so cute that you were so bashful. “gonna ride me, sweetheart?” his voice is sickeningly sweet.
your teeth sink into your plush bottom lip as you nod, looking up at him with big, glossy eyes. matt drops his hands down to your bare hips, lifting you up so that you’re hovering above his erected length.
you help him out, lining him up with your dripping entrance. “deeep breaths, baby,” matt reminds as he starts lowering you down onto him. you let out a whine at the delicious stretch—the fullness.
“fuck, you’re tight.” matt groans, and the sound of his voice alone has you clenching around him. his hands trail down to your ass, cupping it firmly, fingers digging into your flesh. matt looks at you with that questioning look, to which you nod, giving him the ‘okay’ to start moving you up and down.
he tightens his grip on your ass, lifting you up and bringing you back down on his cock, a loud moan leaving your lips. “matt…”
he starts moving you faster, the sound of your ass coming down on his thighs ringing in your ears. each time he drops you back down, his tip brushes your cervix, bruisingly delicious. you swear you’re seeing stars already, and it’s all thanks to matt.
“fuuuck…feels good, sweet girl?” matt rasps, his voice almost as shaky as your ragged breaths. “y-yes, i—mmph—“ you’re cut off by your own moan, unable to keep your head up any longer and dropping your face into the crook of his neck.
matt chuckles softly—shakily. your walls clamp down on him at the sound, eliciting a gasp from the both of you. “shit, baby, you feel perfect—god, this pussy was made for me,” matt groans, tossing his head back, starting to move you up and down faster, the sounds of your skin plopping down against him growing louder and wetter.
you feel his cock pulsing inside you, the feeling only heightening your pleasure, the knot in your gut tightening. matt feels your walls flutter around him, and he starts thrusting up into you, his grunts getting noisier. “fuuuck, sweetheart—keep takin’ it just like that. squeezin’ me so good—makin’ me so proud.”
“m-matt—“ you gasp, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he starts hitting your sweet spot dead-on. “yeah, baby? you close?” he grunts, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. you nod desperately, eyes squeezing shut and jaw falling slack. “just a little longer, princess…m’almost there.”
your whiny moans get more prominent, which only drives matt closer to the edge. you feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you’re not sure if you can hold it any longer. “matt, i—i can’t—“ you babble.
“give it to me, baby. i’m right behind you.” matt encourages. you snap. you feel it first in your core, then in your chest, then everywhere—white-hot and all-consuming. your body quivers on top of him, tears pricking your eyes as you cry out. matt relishes in the feeling of you creaming on his cock, which sends him straight over the edge. he grips you tighter, hips stuttering as a rush of heat blurs his thoughts and leaves him gasping as his load shoots deep inside you.
you lift your head so you can see his face and god, he looks gorgeous. he leans in, lips brushing over your jaw with a quiet, “you okay, sweet girl?” you nod, too blissed out to speak. he smiles.
“good. ’cause i’m not even close to being done with you.”
author’s note . . . HI!! first fic of the marathon 🥳 hopefully this was a good kickoff! and thanks to bae @sturnsblogs for proofreading 😁 ALSO im doing a different layout and color scheme for this marathon, but afterward it’ll be back to usual!
chris is a liar and humiliates bug in front of his friends.
warnings.
embarrassment, intoxication, betrayal, lying, being forcefully dragged, half cheating (not an established relationship), chris essentially breaks into bugs house, backing into a corner with implied past abuse (if you squint), yelling, crying, no comfort.
wc. 1.3k
this is also apart of my billie eilish marathon (here)
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“There's nothing you can say to convince me.”
“Oh, come on!”
“Its embarrassing. You and your friends act like i’m the loser when you’re the ones purposefully drinking time away.” she pulled herself off chris’ lap and sat beside him on her bed - feeling to him like a punishment for even posing the question.
“I have fun because im not always tense like you are.”
“This isnt convincing me.” she stated blankly with crosses arms.
He sighed deeply, moving to place himself between bug’s legs as she lay flat on her back, pressing kisses to her neck - apologising and begging.
“Chris, your friends dont like me.”
He pulled away - shocked and offended. “What are you talking about?”
“Theyre always, i dont know, looking judgingly, like im pathetic.”
“I’ll fucking kill them, what do you mean they dont like you.” he mumbled his sentence, returning to his comfort place in the crook of her neck.
Chris sighed deeply, relaxing into the feeling of bug leaving scratches on his back.
“Can i see you after?”
She hummed in agreement.
“Alright. I’ll miss you though.”
Asshole. Liar.
There were many words coming to mind once she’d processed the sight in front of her.
“Hey!” she pulled at his friend's collar, making him jump enough that the liquid in his plastic cup threatened to spill out.
“Who is that?”
Her tone was direct - forceful and angry despite her desire not to appear emotional.
“Who?” he kept his eyes on bug, missing her question completely.
“Look where i'm pointing, dumbass.”
Chris was dancing with a girl. Closely, pulling her while she grinded into him. He had a wide, drunk grin on his stupid, lying, manipulative-
“No idea.”
“Thats not helpful.”
“Cant help if i dont know!” he put his arms up in defense, trying to pull away from bug’s grip that refused to move.
“Has he been with her before?”
“He’s been with a lot of girls its hard to keep track.” he laughed in her face. Genuinely finding the question ironic but crushing her heart nonetheless. He muttered a small ‘sorry’, realising his error.
She snatched his drink off him, shotgunning it down in one - preparing herself to walk over to him.
The girl met bug’s eyes before he did, clearly irritated early knowing bug was going to interrupt the fun time she was having. Chris turned to see what she was looking at.
The way he looked at her was like a slap to the face. He was disgusted. Not even at himself - at bug. For existing, for being there - not even saying anything to him and she’d already pissed him off.
He didnt dare say anything.
“I thought you wanted me here.” her voice was likely too quiet in competition with the music, but he heard her. At least she could only assume he did, he still wouldnt say anything.
“What are you doing?” bug tried to continue.
“Chris, do you want me to kick her out?” a voice came from behind bug.
She turned to face another one of chris’ friends, appalled at the suggestion.
“Kick me out? What the fu-”
She turned back to chris - hoping for reassurance, acknowledgement at the very least.
His hand was on the small of the girl’s back and walking her away from the scene. bug could hear her questioning him as they walked. “Who was that?”
“No idea.” he mumbled out, turning back and meeting bug's eyes.
She scoffed loudly, trying not to care, not to cry.
Bug knew he wasnt hers. That was a decision they both agreed on. This wasnt the same as simply not having labels - he humiliated her in front of everyone because he was embarrassed of her.
She felt a grip on the high of her arm, tugging her backwards and away from the crowd. She tried to pull away, not expecting this kind of intrusive behaviour from chris' friends. She was being ‘removed’ as if she was an unwanted spider in a house.
She almost fell backwards from the force of his grip. Bug attempted to push forwards, wanting to chase after chris and demand an answer - but she couldnt get away. Her only idea was to call him back over.
“Chris! Chris! What the fuc-” her voice faltered, giving up on herself. She kept being dragged towards the front door. “Chris, you’re a fucking asshole!”
A few more heads began to turn and see what was happening, watching bug flail around in some guy’s arms as she was tossed around.
“I fucking hate you!” she kept calling, the drink clearly having got to her quickly as she was sure she’d never usually look this desperate if she was sober.
She almost fell down the porch steps when he let go of her. Her tears finally left her waterline, giving her only slight relief.
He knocked on her door. Again and again. He threw rocks at her window. Again and again. He called her phone. Again and again.
She was dismissing chris like he did to her.
His last attempt was to try the front door handle.
“What the fuck? You can't break into my house!” bug spat out, stepping out of bed when chris practically crashed into her room out of breath.
“You're ignoring me!”
“You're a hypocrite! Get out of my-”
“Listen to me.”
He kept stepping towards her, not backing down and practically trapping her in the room with him.
“Are you a fucking psycopath?” she walked backwards, hands reaching behind her until she felt the wall behind her.
“Let me talk-”
She shoved him harshly, watching his eyes widen in shock.
“Dont fucking corner me.” she swallowed the lump in her throat, voice quiet despite harsh words from a lack of confidence.
He put his hands up to the side of him in mock surrender. “I'm sorry, okay? I need you to listen.”
Chris analysed her expression, unmoving eyes as she was trapped playing back the moment before.
“I just wanna explain.”
She shook her head in refusal, hands moving to cup her ears as she dragged her back down the wall, falling to the floor.
“You know you didnt have to pretend to like me. I get it. Im used to it. Im not surprised i just-”
“Im not pretending-”
“I just dont like liars.” her voice spoke back over him when he interrupted.
He swallowed his nerves, staring into her watery eyes. “Im not lying.”
Bug didnt flinch. “Get out of my house.”
“I dont understand!” his arms flailed around frantically. “You didnt want labels either.”
“I didnt! I still dont! The fact you dont see the problem just makes it worse!”
“Explain it to me!”
She scoffed. “You are pathetic.”
His jaw clenched in slight shame. “I want to fix this.”
“No. you dont get to. Congratulations, you no longer have to be embarrassed of me-”
“Im not embarrassed of you!” he laughed through his words as if they were entirely farfetched.
“You said you didnt know me. You denied my fucking existence so you could get your dick wet. I didnt care about the girl. You cared. And you cared more about her than me, i was dragged out the house! It was embarrassing!”
“I didnt want that to happen.” he mumbled, sound not dissimilar to a whining dog.
“It's my turn to be embarrassed of you. Get out my house and never talk to me again.”
“Bug, dont do this.” his voice was lower. serious but afraid.
“I didnt do anything. All of this is your fault. You did this.”
in which… you and chris get a hotel room under a fake name, but what goes on in the hotel room?
contents… smut. unprotected p in v. filming. use of y/n. pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.)
credit to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon idea!
HAPPIER THAN EVER WRITING MARATHON … fic #3
“room for two under mendoza.”
you say it with a half-smile, leaning just enough over the hotel counter to give the concierge a hint of something. not much. just enough to keep the mystery alive.
the name’s fake.
your ID is fake.
but the look in your eyes? that’s real.
chris stands just behind you. close, but not too close. his suitcase grazes yours, and his fingers brush your lower back like it’s an accident, but you both know better. his eyes flick toward you when you say the name, and the corner of his mouth lifts, like he’s proud of you for lying so well.
like this secret rendezvous in a sleek hotel downtown is second nature. like checking in under a false name and ignoring the world for a weekend is just the way things go.
the room key slides into your palm. your fingers twitch with anticipation.
the elevator ride is too slow.
too quiet.
you feel the heat rising between you before you even hit your floor.
you see the way his jaw tightens. he’s holding back. barely.
the door shuts behind you, and the silence wraps around you like silk. the room smells like something expensive. cedar, linen, a hint of something floral. there’s a king-sized bed. dim lamps. floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city.
you drop your bag. he locks the door.
“we said no expectations,” you murmur, toeing off your shoes.
“we did,” he says, taking a step closer. “we also said no attachments. no catching feelings.”
you slip off your jacket slowly, letting it fall to the floor. “i take back what i said.”
“so do i.”
he closes the distance. your body hums, all nerves and anticipation. when he touches your face, it’s surprisingly gentle. his thumb traces your cheek, his other hand slipping around your waist. “you sure about this, sweetheart?”
“i’m sure. as long as it’s only for us.”
“i promise, nobody gets to see you like this except me.”
he sets up his camera so it’s perfectly angled at the bed. just as soon as he hits record, he kisses you like he’s been holding back all night, which he has.
the kiss is slow at first. more heat than pressure, more tease than promise. but then his hand slides down your back and you arch into him, and that’s all it takes for restraint to dissolve completely.
his mouth is hot, demanding. his tongue slips past your lips and you gasp against him, fingers gripping his shirt like you’re afraid he might pull away.
he lifts you like you weigh nothing and carries you toward the bed, mouths never parting. you can feel how hard he is through his pants, feel the way his breath hitches every time your hips shift against his.
he lays you down, but doesn’t follow right away. instead, he stands at the foot of the bed, looking at you like he’s trying to memorize you.
“you’re so fucking beautiful, y/n,” he says, voice husky.
you reach behind you, unzipping your dress, and let the straps fall one by one. his gaze darkens. he watches as the fabric slides down your body and pools around your hips.
he peels his shirt off, slow and deliberate. your eyes rake over his chest, the cut of his abs, the trail leading below his waistband.
he stands in front of you. his hands explore every inch of your body, fingers trailing your collarbone, down your ribs, over the swell of your hips. his mouth follows, kissing, tasting, biting just hard enough to make you gasp.
he tugs your panties down with his teeth.
your breath catches.
you’re already wet just from the way he looks up at you.
he presses a kiss to your bud, causing you to whimper.
“fuck, keep making those pretty sounds.”
his tongue finds you, and it’s game over. you moan, head falling back, fingers twisting in the sheets.
he eats you like a man starved, like he needs it to live. when he slides two fingers inside you, you nearly come undone right there.
he groans against you. “so fucking tight.”
“chris—please,” you gasp.
“what do you want, baby?”
“you.”
he doesn’t need to be told twice.
“lay back.”
you do. you lay back onto the bed as he pulls off the rest of his clothes. he climbs over you, kissing you again. he breaks the kiss, lining himself up at your entrance before he presses into you with a single, perfect thrust. your eyes flutter shut. he’s huge, stretching you in the best way. you cling to him, nails raking down his back as he starts to move. his moves are calculated.
slow.
deep.
intentional.
every thrust is a promise.
every kiss is a confession.
“say my name,” he pants against your neck.
“chris.”
“again.”
“chris—fuck—don’t stop.”
he doesn’t.
he goes faster, harder, until all you can do is beg and cry out his name and fall apart around him.
you come undone first.
he follows, groaning into your mouth as he spills inside you, your bodies shaking, sweat-slicked and breathless.
you lay there for a long moment, tangled in limbs and sheets and silence. the city glows behind you. the world is still out there.
but right now?
you don’t care.
it’s just him.
just you.
just this room,
and everything that’ll stay locked in the hidden folder on your phones.
a/n so ignore the fact that it’s been like… almost four weeks since i put out a fic… please and thank you!!
The bar was dim, the neon lights casting streaks across the walls. You perched on a stool near the back, nursing a drink you weren’t even tasting. Your phone buzzed, but you ignored it — you already knew it was him. Sam.
And of course, there he was. Jeans tight in all the right places, flannel slightly open at the collar, eyes scanning the room like he owned it. And maybe tonight, in this town, he did.
Your pulse jumped before your brain even registered it. You hated how easy he made it to want him.
He slid onto the stool beside you without a word. Just… slid in like he was supposed to be there, like you hadn’t spent months convincing yourself to stay away.
“You still mad at me?” His voice was low, teasing, and the warmth of it made your stomach twist.
“I’m not mad,” you said, even though your body screamed otherwise. “I’m smarter now.”
“Smart enough to stay away?” His eyes flicked down to your lips.
“Not smart enough to stop wanting you,” you admitted.
Sam’s smirk widened, slow, dangerous. “Good. Because I’ve thought about you every damn day. About your body. Your mouth. About how loud you get when I touch you the right way.”
Heat pooled between your legs at his words. You shifted in your seat, trying to look casual, but it was useless. You’d never been casual with Sam Winchester.
He leaned closer, his hand brushing your thigh under the bar. Your breath hitched. “You know,” he murmured, “I think about you in the shower. Alone.”
The world around you shrank until it was just him, just the tension that made your skin ache. “I get wet at the thought of you,” you admitted, voice trembling, because honesty hurt more than lies ever could.
Before you could react, his hands slid higher, teasing, testing, claiming. You moaned, biting your lip, trying to hide it. He chuckled low in his throat.
“God, you taste so good when you try to act like this doesn’t affect you,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. “I could make you scream in this bar, and you’d still pretend to be smart.”
You leaned into him, reckless. “Maybe I want to be reckless.”
And that was all it took. Sam grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the alley behind the bar, the night swallowing you both in shadows. The sound of the city blurred, all that existed was the heat between you and the way he made you melt with just a look.
He pressed you against the brick wall, fingers tangling in your hair. “God, I’ve waited for this,” he groaned, lips brushing your ear. “Every second away from you felt like punishment.”
Your hands roamed over his chest, memorizing the feel of him. “I missed you,” you admitted, breathless.
“Yeah?” His lips ghosted over your neck. “Because I never stopped thinking about you. About this.”
The alley wasn’t enough. Neither of you cared. Sam yanked you toward his car and shoved the door open, pulling you inside like he couldn’t wait another second. The backseat wasn’t spacious, but it was yours for the night — a confined space that made every touch and brush of skin more intense.
He kissed you like he meant to claim every inch of you, hands roaming, teasing, tugging at buttons and flannel until clothing became a nuisance neither of you bothered to fix.
“Say it,” he demanded, low and dangerous, thumbs grazing your hips.
“What?” you gasped, desperate for air and touch.
“That you want me. Right here. Right now.”
Heat rushed through you, reckless and urgent. “I… I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he interrupted, smirking, teeth grazing your jaw. “You’ve been thinking about this all day. Admit it.”
“I want you,” you confessed, breathless, trembling under the weight of desire and tension.
“Good,” he said simply. “Because I’m not stopping.”
Hands tangled in your hair, his lips against yours, every kiss, every touch, every sigh a reminder of what you’d both been denying yourself. You moaned as his hand slid down your thigh, teasing, claiming, making your back arch instinctively.
You pushed him onto the seat, straddling him, and he groaned, hands immediately finding your hips. The car rocked slightly as you moved together, slow at first, testing, tasting, memorizing. Every touch made your heart pound and your stomach twist.
“You feel like fire,” he whispered against your neck. “Like everything I’ve wanted, all at once.”
“And you,” you gasped, “feel like sin.”
Sam laughed low in your ear, the sound vibrating through your chest. “Then let’s sin together.”
The night stretched endlessly, a blur of touches, whispers, and desperate need. The city outside didn’t exist. Only you and Sam, tangled, messy, raw, giving in to every craving, every want, every damn thought you’d been trying to fight.
When the car was spent, you collapsed against him, breathless and shivering, every inch of your skin alive with satisfaction.
Sam brushed a strand of hair from your face, thumb trailing along your jaw. “You know,” he murmured, voice soft now, dangerous in a different way, “I could do this all night. And I would. Every time you thought you were done with me…”
You swallowed hard, resting your forehead against his chest. “I know.”
“And you’d never really stay away,” he added, smirking again.
You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. “No… I wouldn’t.”
Because some things — some people — were impossible to let go of.
welcome to sturn1ez 2025 ‘advent calendar’ writing marathon ! these will all be smut with a little fluff here and there , i’ll try my best to post on time but please be aware i have a life outside of tumblr so i might miss a few days , just bare with me 🫠🫠 credit to lots of users but @delilahsturniolo in particular for her writing marathons . comment a black cat emoji ‘🐈⬛’ to be in my advent calendar taglist !!
