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#WE HAVE TO TRUST EACH OTHER NICK
pinaybelieber · 8 months
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Okay, let's talk about the sex scene. This is going to be a quite lengthy post but bear with me. I've been keeping this in for the past 2 days.
1. In the beginning of the Paris hotel scene, Henry did say that they should make love. Keyword: "make love". There's a difference between fucking and making love.
2. Alex was a bit nervous because it was his first time to do this. In the book, they just do blowjobs during their first few encounters and it's also the same in the movie. Alex hasn't tried any sex with penetration, especially with a man. But Henry was so understanding, he guided Alex physically and emotionally how to exactly make love.
3. The sigh that Henry let out after guiding Alex with his hand to push down deeper... that was so fucking cinematic and perfect! He literally was teaching Alex to learn his body, when to move, and what pleasures him. Also, that little nod he did once Alex was inside him, that's consent!
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4. Matthew Lopez (director) and Robbie Taylor Hunt (intimacy coordinator) did a great job in showing Alex and Henry's vulnerability. They focused more on their emotions instead of using a wide shot from one side. Mind you, this is not porn. This is a romance film! If you want to see two hot men fuck, then I suggest you fire up your incognito browser and load those porn vids. Again, go back to my point on #1 just in case you're forgetting something.
5. The point of the sex scene is to show the building mutual trust and affection between Henry and Alex. I can't emphasize this enough that we don't get a lot of queer media with this kind of intimate scene. Most (not all) of queer sex scenes (that I have seen) are always heated and rushed. I don't mind those actually but if you're gonna let me choose which one I'd prefer, I'd choose this one.
6. Taylor and Nick did a great job in portraying the blooming love between A&H. The early stages of love is always delicate. So it's given that they'd be more gentle towards each other.
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strawberrysturniolo · 2 months
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i love the whole ‘best friends who ‘accidentally’ had sex’ type of concept and it really fits chris 😭 like imagine attending the end of the summer cookout marylou and jimmy have every year, you and chris decide to have wine coolers because why not?
next thing you know….
never grow up // chris sturniolo
summary: you and your childhood best friend reunite after months apart. after a couple of drinks, secrets start spilling, leading to lust that has been put on the back burner for years part 2
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Chris and I have been inseparable since the day we met. With us living on the same street growing up, we were always together. If there was a picture taken of one of us as a kid, chances are the other one was in the background trying to photobomb. 
Watching Chris and his brothers make the move to LA was hard. I sat back and supported my best friend, but it sucked knowing that our fault routine of being together after school and having sleepovers was coming to an end.
It all happened so fast. One minute he was there, and the next he was gone. 
The love I have for Chris is unlike anything else in the world. I love Nick, and I adore Matt, but it’s different with Chris. We connect in different ways. We trust each other differently. I’ve never had a friendship like it, and I don’t think I ever will. We always joked about being in each other's weddings. He wanted me to stand with all the groomsmen, and I told him he could stand with the girls. 
We had our lives planned together, and I never thought I’d have to see us fade away from each other. 
We try to talk as much as possible, but with his ridiculous sleep schedule mixed with his work life and time zones, it’s mostly scattered snapchats that keep us from forgetting what the other person looks like. 
A tradition growing up was going to his house for the end of the year cookout. When we were little we would play in the pool, seeing who could collect the most shark toys and torpedoes that we launched into the bottom, and as we got older it turned into chicken fights, then us floating around the pool, asking each other questions about life. 
“Do you ever think about what would happen if your husband didn’t like me?” he had asked me on a sunny day in Massachusetts when we were 16. 
“Yeah,” I said, dragging my hand through the water to cool myself down. “I’d tell him to fuck himself, and if he doesn’t love my best friend like a brother, then I want no part of him. You’ll always come first.”
He gave me that classic, cheesy grin of his and then splashed a wave of water against me, knocking me from my float. 
He’s not coming this year. He’s busy at work in LA. I can feel him drifting away. 
As I help his parents set up some of the food trays, I hear their side door open by the kitchen. I don’t bother looking up, knowing guests have been coming and going all day. It isn’t until two arms wrap around me from behind that my eyes shoot open. 
“Miss me?”
Chris. 
I spin around, staring at him with my jaw dropped. I can see his mom out of the corner of my eye, smiling at us. She must have known about this. I’m sure he told his mom. 
“Oh my god,” is all I can bring myself to say. My eyes start to well with tears. I haven’t seen him since last Christmas. I missed his birthday. He missed me. Our times were always off. 
He squeezed me as our bodies clung to each other. “Don’t cry, you’ll make me cry, Sunny.”
Sunny. The nickname he gave me when we were little, which came from Sunshine. We were 8, swinging on a playground. He had a bad day. We played together after school and he told me whenever he feels sad, his day always gets sunnier with me around. He always was able to make me feel loved and appreciated as his friend, and as we got older, that only grew. 
I know he loves me. He just needed to chase his dream. That doesn’t mean he loves me any less than he ever did. 
“I missed you so much,” he says, holding me even tighter than before. 
“I missed your voice.”
“I’m sorry,” he says quickly. “I need to make an effort to call you more. I’m just so-“
“Busy,” I finish for him. “I know.”
His face falls. “Yeah.”
I don’t want him to feel bad for what he’s doing. He deserves something so amazing. He’s worked so hard for it. 
“You’re here now though,” I smile. “Can we just pretend like you’ve been here and you never left?”
He smiles softly, nodding. “Yeah.”
I sit by his side for hours, smiling at him as he fills everyone in on what’s he’s been up to. He’s the talk of the town. Everyone is amazed to see him and his brothers do such big things. 
Everyone erupts into laughter when Chris tells his stories, and when Matt and Nick add on more anecdotes, the house is filled with pure joy and love for these boys we watched grow up. 
“I’m gonna get a drink,” Chris says, excusing himself. “You want anything?” he points to me. 
“Whatever you get for yourself is fine,” I nod, adding on a thank you before he leaves. 
He comes back with two Pepsi cans. I notice they’re already opened, but I don’t think anything of it. Knowing Chris, I fully expect him to have drank some of mine, and that’s him trying to be funny. 
My face puckers at the taste of wine in my can. 
He emptied the Pepsi out and poured wine in it instead. 
He smiles next to me, trying not to laugh. 
A memory of us from when we were 14 comes back to me, and I know that’s what he’s trying not to laugh about. 
“Chris! We can’t take their wine!”
“My parents have like 20 bottles. They never drink. These are all Christmas gifts from other people. I promise they won’t notice,” he assured me. 
I watched as he poured the glasses half full. It seemed like far too much. 
“Try it,” he said, nudging a glass to me. “It’s disgusting.”
I took a hesitant sip. This was fucking awful, but I found myself drinking more at the idea of the thrill. We were doing something we weren’t supposed to, which made the alcohol taste even better. 
A half hour later we were both stumbling up to his bedroom, and I managed to make it to the bathroom before throwing up, almost missing his toilet. 
He held my hair back and apologized for giving me alcohol. He promised he wouldn’t tell anyone we drank. And he never did. 
“Doesn’t taste as bad now, huh?” he asks, snapping me out of my memory. 
I roll my eyes and take another sip. He’s right. 
Once everyone leaves for the night, my family stays back to help Chris’ parents clean up, and my parents were offered a plethora of leftovers.
When Chris showed up, it was a no-brainer that I would be staying here tonight, so he led me upstairs while everyone else said their goodbyes. 
“Shhh,” he hushed me as my giggles flooded the hallway. I’m definitely tipsy, but I’m completely coherent. I think most of my giggles come from the fact that he’s back in Boston. I’m just giddy and happy. 
“Sorry!” I apologize anyway, even though he’s not bothered by the sound of my laughter. He smiles at it. He loves it. 
He lays out a pair of pajamas for me like he always used to. It’s an old shirt from our high school with his lacrosse number on it, and a pair of his boxers. 
I find myself thinking about the girls he had been with that were jealous of what I had with him. Me and Chris had never even kissed, so to think he would be accused of so much more with me was ridiculous. He never failed to stand up for me though. He could have the number one girl, someone perfect for him, and he’d say goodbye to him if they said one bad thing about me. 
We will always be rooting for each other no matter what. 
“Tomorrow we should actually do some stuff around town,” he says as he changes into something to sleep in. “I’ve been traveling all day and I’m so fucking tired. I just want to lay in bed.” He finishes his statement and flops down on the bed, laying his head next to my thighs.
“I really missed you, Chris. A lot,” I respond, ignoring his suggestion. 
He sits up next to me, looking down at me in his clothing. “I know, Sunshine. I missed you just as much. More, probably.” 
I felt safe with him again, a feeling that had been lost as we spent months and months apart. I craved moments like these, where we would stay up together and laugh. 
The mood in his room shifts when he says, “What ever happened with you and Aaron?”
He knows what happened. I told him before I told anyone else. 
He broke up with me with no explanation, and I was left heartbroken and confused. I wanted nothing more than a hug from Chris, but 3,000 miles kept that from happening. 
“We’re not talking anymore,” I remind him. I really don’t want to be talking about boys right now, but it seems that’s the topic of conversation that is interesting to him most. “Any girls that have your attention in LA?”
He shrugs. “Not really. They’re cool, some are cute, but I don’t know. I don’t think I wanna do anything with any of them.”
Chris has always been very anti-relationships, but that never stopped him from having his fair share of fun. He always made sure they were on the same page that it was just benefits, sometimes not even friends. I am curious what turns him away from exploring with girls in LA. “Why not?” 
“They just don’t have what I’m looking for. I want someone who understands me and what I want, but only a few people get that,” he explains. “I don’t know. I don’t want to waste my time with someone if I know from the jump that it feels like a waste. And I think about you, and how we are, and I don’t think I’ll ever be that close with anyone else. I don’t want to be. I don’t want to think about someone ever taking your place.”
“You can set limits,” I suggest. “But don’t keep yourself from meeting people because you’re worried about me feeling replaced. I won’t ever feel that way. I just want you to be happy.”
“Well, that’s not the only reason you’re a problem in it.”
There’s an ache in my chest at the thought of me being a part of a problem in his life. 
“What?”
“I just– There have been issues before… in the past… where girls have felt threatened by you,” he says, looking down at his fingers, where he picks at the dead skin nervously. “That’s not your fault by the way. It’s dumb. I just… I don’t know.”
I pull his hands away from him. “I love you, Chris.”
He smiles at me and says, “I love you too.”
Somehow, his feels different. 
I check the time on my phone, putting in beside me and announcing to him, “I’m gonna go to bed.”
Just like we always did, innocently of course, I placed the softest and quickest peck to his cheek closest to me. 
I did this as a kid, mostly because Chris would freak out if his mom didn’t give him a kiss goodnight. He insisted that it kept the bad dreams away, and he would ask me to do the same for him when he spent the night at my house. 
So I kissed his cheek like always. 
I tried to.
But Chris moved his head.
His lips graze mine. There isn’t much contact, but there’s enough for me to know that we just kissed, barely. 
He knows exactly what he just did, yet he’s looking at me like he’s shocked. 
I’m not drunk, but maybe this is acting as liquid courage. That’s what I tell myself when I fully grab my best friend’s cheeks and press my lips to his. He lets out a deep breath against me, holding the back of my neck and fisting a handful of my hair. 
What are we doing? I’m kissing my best fucking friend. My best friend of 15 years. 
I’m lost in my own head, completely out of it until I feel him lay on top of me, pinning my arms over my head with one hand as he kisses down my neck with the other. 
I lift my chin, giving him more room to kiss me.
He finishes placing wet kisses to my skin, then puts his lips back on mine. His full lips overtake mine, but we form a rhythm that has my chest tightening. He kisses me slowly, but the more tongue we add to the mix, the louder it sounds. 
We make out for some time. I lose all track of it. I don’t even know if I’m in reality anymore. My hips aimlessly lift up to try to find something to create friction against. I almost forgot who I was kissing until he pulled back and said, “We’re entering dangerous territory here, Sunshine.”
“What do you want to do then?”
He falls silent, and I fully expect him to lay down next to me and pretend this never happened.
He does the opposite. 
“I would never be doing this if it wasn’t something I had thought about for years.”
My heart feels like it’s pounding out of my chest. 
Everyone who watched us grow up together is in this house. 
And he’s pinning me down to the bed kissing me in the same room we used to play in. 
“Then do something about it,” I taunt.
He loves this invitation.
Going zero to one hundred, Chris sits up, pulling his shirt off and tossing it beside me. I’ve seen him shirtless a million times. Hell, I’ve seen his bare ass. This is different though. So much different. 
He puts his lips back on mine as his hands slide to the bare skin under my shirt. Without a second thought, I remove it, completely forgetting that I don’t have a bra on. 
His eyes focus on my body, his jaw slacked and his cheeks turning red. 
“Holy shit.”
I instinctively try to cover myself somehow. He grabs my arms and pulls them back down. 
“No no,” he shakes his head. “Let me admire you, pretty girl.”
He kisses me softly down my chest, flicking his tongue over my nipples before sucking them into his mouth, all while he’s rubbing his hand on my inner thigh.
I shift my hips, positioning his hand right over where I need him the most. He stares up at me in awe as I give him this sign of approval, and without wasting any time, he dives his hand into the boxers around me. His underwear. I mimic his movements, dropping my hand through the waistband of his shorts and swiping my thumb over the tip of his hardened cock. He winces at my touch, gasping out of desperation. 
“Please,” he whines. “Don’t start something you can’t finish. I’m begging you.”
I yank his shorts down, having the same reaction to his dick that he did to my boobs. I lay below him in shock, mostly baffled by the fact that he’s hung, but also the fact that we’re in this situation. 
When he gets nervous from my staring, he places soft kisses to my lips again, like he’s trying to put my attention elsewhere. 
“Sunshine,” he pants. “I can’t… If we’re gonna do this… I can’t wait,” he breathes out. “I need you now.”
I stroke him slowly, watching his stomach heave. “Have me then.”
In an instant he has my boxers and underwear on the floor in one fluid motion, spreading my legs and laying between them.
“Can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me,” he whispers. He touches my dripping folds carefully, then licks his finger clean. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Always have been.”
I’m in my most vulnerable state. Not only am I naked in front of a man, but this is the guy who has watched me grow up. He has seen me through every stage of life, and now he’s about to be touching me, fucking me. 
“Chris,” I say his name quickly, urgently, like I’m running out of time to say anything.
He looks down at me, pausing from where he was lining himself up between my legs. 
I love you.
He smiles and says, “I know,” before putting my legs over his shoulders and pushing himself inside of me. 
My fist clenches a nearby pillow as my body adjusts to him stretching me out. Chris gasps out in pleasure and shock from this entire experience. He drops his face into my neck, letting me hear his soft moans as he feels me clenching, throbbing around him. 
When I give him the okay, he starts thrusting into me slowly, both of us silent, letting the sound of our skin finding each other ring in our ears. 
I’m having sex with my best friend. 
He places a kiss on my thigh, where it rests next to his face. Then, he pushes one of my legs out, spreading me open more.
“Fuck!” I cry out, the sound quickly masked by Chris’ mouth, where he places his lips over mine again to shut me up. 
“Gotta be quiet, Sunny,” he warns me. I nod, and he puts his hand over my mouth, making sure I keep the volume down. 
His dick hits every spot perfectly. His body clings to mine as our orgasms are in sight. I find myself begging for him, moaning his name, something I never would have expected from us. 
Chris sits up on his knees, pressing my knees to my chest as he pounds into me, his face staring down with a dominant gaze, watching his dick fill me as my cum drips around him.
“Fuckkk,” he groans. “Such a dirty girl.”
All self control leaves me when I don’t bother hesitating as I respond with, “Yours.”
He nods, speeding up his pace. His thrusts become sloppier, much sloppier. “All fucking mine,” he reminds me, then pulls himself out of my pussy and strokes himself through his orgasm, letting himself finish on my lower stomach.
He quickly gets a towel and cleans me up before he places his head on my boobs. My hands dig into his hair, running my hands through his loose curls. 
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Sunshine, you know that?”
I smile to myself, but I also know that we completely fucked up us ever having a normal friendship after this. 
My best friend and I fucked. 
And he doesn’t do relationships. 
“You’re my favorite,” I whisper back. 
He places a kiss to my stomach, and I can feel the smile on his face when he does so.
I don’t smile. I know that with our decision tonight, we lost one side of our relationship. 
We either become romantic and it gets fucked up and we lose a friendship too, or our friendship becomes awkward and crumbles because of this. 
Neither of us thought about that before we got ourselves tangled up in each other, and I’m doing everything I can to forget about that fear and focus on the boy I’ve been in love with for years laying on my chest. 
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sturnmaee · 3 months
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Bookworm.
summary: getting caught reading smut while having to spend the night with chris.
warnings: reader x chris, no established relationship, smutty smut, unprotected sex (don’t be silly), a little swearing.
requested: yes !!
wordcount: 1,563.
quick little a/n: this took my whole soul to write 😭 i hope it’s okay <33 also to the person who requested this a whole ass month ago i’m so sorry babe 😭😭. and i was half asleep while i proofread this, so im so sorry if theres mistakes xoxooo
i let out a small yawn as i sat around the large wooden table with nick and chris. matt had already said his goodnights and helped packed the cameras away after about an hour and a half of filming content.
"tired already?" nick asked jokingly.
i hummed in response while grabbing my book from the other side of the table. the crisp scent of pages filling my nose as i flicked through them looking for my book mark.
"what a nerd." chris teased while giggling.
"leave her alone," nick said, "we can head up to bed now if you'd like?"
nick and i were close, so of course each night i spent at their house we had sleepovers like little kids again, making dumb jokes and giggling all night.
he shut his laptop and tucked it under his arm as he got up, signaling for me to follow him, in the corner of my eye i watched as chris got up and headed the other direction, down the stairs.
i tiptoed up the stairs following nick, his hands lazily pushing the door open before he sunk down onto his bed, immediately opening his laptop to keep editing. i got straight into reading, i had been dying to finish this chapter, especially because it was one of the more interesting chapters.
about thirty minutes had passed and not a single word was spoken from nick. nothing but frustrated huffs and tossing and turning as he typed away. i shut my book before putting it down onto the silk covers.
"nick i can leave if you'd like, go hang with chris, i'm sure he wouldn't mind?" i quietly said not wanting to ruin his focus.
"really? are you sure, i'm really sorry i'm just so behind in editing." he replied.
"of course," i said while holding my hand onto his, "have a good night." i smiled before walking out of the room quietly, book and phone in hand.
i quietly made my way down both flights of stairs not wanting to wake matt. i stood in front of chris's door, my ear pressed against it, the faint sound of music playing let me know he was still awake. i tapped lightly on the door before opening it and poking my head in. the scent of a coconut candle intertwined with chris's scent filling my nose.
"come in," he said faintly his attention still on his phone before turning his head to see who it was, "oh hey." he said with a smile, patting the spot on the bed next to him inviting me to lay down.
i filled the spot next to him, lying on my stomach before reopening my book. he lied next to me on his back, one hand holding his head up as the other scrolled on his phone.
i looked at my page while trying to contain myself, excited for what was coming. my fingers gripping the cover tighter than before, my teeth lightly biting down on my bottom lip, my legs now squeezed together trying to satisfy the heat growing in between them.
i was so lost in a trance i forgot chris was beside me. he had changed positions and was now facing me, head propped up on one arm, his blue eyes locked onto mine. i felt heat rising in my cheeks before quickly closing my book.
“what?” i asked shyly.
“nothing,” he replied, his voice deeper and raspier than usual, “what’s so good about that book anyways, it’s got you acting like a damn book worm.”
“it’s just interesting, i guess.” i said sheepishly, not mentioning the fact i was reading straight smut with him right next to me.
“let me see.” he said while trying to grab the book. my reflexes instantly pulled it away from him, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
“it’s really boring, trust me you won’t like it.” i said bluntly trying to keep my cool. i turned my gaze away from him to play it off, my book sitting in one hand with one finger inserted to keep my place. before i could react he snatched the book from my hand while giggling, opening to the page i had saved.
“chris-!” i whisper yelled not wanting to disturb the rest of the house, my hands flying over to him. he turned away and held the book out of my reach. his eyes frantically scanning the page as the corners of his swollen pink lips turned up. i turned away from him, burying my face into my hands.
“here's your book back.” he said while trying to wave it at me, my face still turned away from him. “you don't have to be embarrassed you know.”
“are you serious chris!” i replied while turning my body to face him, snatching the book from his hands. “that’s so embarrassing.”
“not really,” he said while taking me in with his eyes, “i see why you’re so interested in that book now.” he continued while licking his lips slightly.
i found it hard to keep my gaze locked with his, my core still throbbing, a wetness coating me. his lips parted while his chest rose and fell.
“what do you mean?” i asked innocently, placing the book on the bedside table before propping my head up on one arm to match his position.
his eyes fell from mine, moving to my body, taking me in. his hand placing itself on my side exposed by the short top that hugged my skin, i felt myself shudder beneath his touch as he stroked me lightly. his finger hooked around my waistband, toying with it, asking for permission almost.
"chris," i whispered, "we can't."
"mm, why not." he replied huskily while still playing with the fabric of my sweats.
"nick might hear." i said while slowly moving his hand from my side, keeping it in mine as i watched his eyes.
"c'mon, you have to be at least a little freaky if you're reading shit like that," he teased, "i've wanted you for so long, don't pretend you havent noticed ma." he continued speaking while watching my lips.
i looked down in defeat before moving my face closer to his, closing the gap in between us. my mouth hovered above his as he breathed lightly coating my lips in a hot air.
before i could say anything his hand gripped my face roughly pulling me into him, his lips showing how hungry he was for my own. he broke the kiss only to move to my neck, leaving harsh bites before soothing them with his tongue. i rushed to take my sweats off, tossing them to the floor leaving me in nothing but a short top and black panties.
"turn over," he said while pulling away, "all fours baby."
i followed his demands and pressed my face into the pillow, facing the side of the room where a large mirror sat, i watched him in the mirror as he pulled his sweats down letting them rest below his thighs, followed by his boxers. his cock sprung out hitting the fabric of his shirt as he causing him to let out a hiss through his teeth. his tip red and needy, leaking with precum.
"try and be quiet." he said while rubbing my lower back with his hands. i hummed in response while still watching him in the mirror as he lazily tugged on his cock before lining it up with my entrance, rubbing it up and down my slit, collecting my arousal before placing his tip into me.
"god you're wet."
he let out a quiet grunt before bottoming out, reaching places i could never on my own. i clenched onto the bedsheets trying to contain my whimpers, my knuckles going white.
quiet moans and curses left his mouth as my ass bounced off his pelvis, the sound of our skin slapping filling the room.
“oh god chris” i moaned, not being able to stay quiet anymore.
“shh baby, don’t wanna get caught now do we?” he gripped my waist as he spoke, pulling me into him harder.
i could feel my slick dripping down my thighs as he picked his pace up, my eyes having no place to go but the back of my head. we both gave up on being quiet a while ago, more whimpers and groans filled the room.
“mmh, s-so close.” i said pathetically while gripping onto the pillow.
with one quick movement he pulled out and flipped me over, his eyes now locked onto mine as he pushed back in.
“i wanna see your pretty face while you cum.” he breathed out.
his thrust becoming harder as i came closer to the edge, the feeling growing at my core as my nails dug into his back for support.
“oh f-fuck.” i whimpered, feeling the waves of pleasure fill me.
his eyes watching my face twist in pleasure, his thrusts getting sloppier.
“s-shit.” he stuttered before snapping his hip into me, his warm cum filling me up as he left a soft kiss on my lips.
both out of breath while he pulled out of my softly, fixing my underwear and his pants.
“why don’t i clean you up?” he said quietly while looking over at the bathroom door.
i nodded in response while kissing him softly, his fingers running through my hair.
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hearts4chriss · 1 month
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𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.
𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
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Brothers bestfriend! Chris + needy! Nate’s lil sis
prompt: Nate ( ur older brother ) wants to go out for a bit with some of his other friends and he doesn’t trust you enough to stay home by urself without mom and dad since they won’t be there either. So he asks one of his best friend Chris to stay over and watch you, Matt and nick know ur crush on Chris so they pretend they can’t come.
Part 01
contains: masturbation ( no actual sex ), use of y/n ( sorry I have to ) dirty fantasies ( pet names, rough! Chris, dirty talk, degrading, forced head etc just beyond FILTHLY imagination ), use of vibrator on reader, caught by Chris, FORESHADOWING, fantasy will be like this
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Nate are you serious I’m not 12! I whine when said he was gonna find a baby sitter for me knowing how much it pisses me off
I’m Nate doe’s little sister I’m 18, we’ve Been close to his bestfriends the sturniolo triplets. So obviously him being my brother naturally I got to know them.
Nick
I clicked with him superrr fast, I love his energy and when I found out he was gay that just made it all the better because I’ve always wanted a gay bestfriend, and we always have sleepovers :)
Matt
Matt’s absolutely adorable I love him he always helps me calm down whenever I’m about to or am having a panic attack, I remember one time during a test I forgot everything and almost had one and he slid me the answers. Love that kid
now there’s a reason I saved Chris for last,
Chris
chris and I know each other just as well if not even more then I do his other two brothers, we haven’t done anything unfortunately. I’ve had a crush on him since middle school.
First I just wanted to kiss him and hold his hand.
Then go to his house and do some more.
Then now, as an 18 year old I wanted him to fuck my Brains out.
I’m around him all the time since we all live in LA and always hanging out, I always see him shirtless and fucking hell it turns me on, I always get lucky since nick and matt found of my attraction to his brother they always snap me or text me pictures of him.
What sucks is I cant have him. It would take my life 1000 times over for me to be able to fuck chris sturniolo, and it sucks because my brother nate does not play that shit.
He strictly said "your not allowed to date any of them" obviously referring to matt and Chris.
Which also doesn't help because my wants and desires a hormonal teenage-adult girl only grow more whenever he comes around, chris is always there.
Now today, nate had to run some errands and nick matt and chris used to watch me when I was younger if my parents couldn't
Buttt, nick and matt "could not come due to personal issues" so. Your guess is right, im gonna be alone with chris for hours.
That thought alone made me soak in my p-
“Y/n! are you listening to me kid?” My older brother chuckles leaning against my doorway of my room as im on my bed watching "The Vampire Diaries".
“Huh? oh yeah im listening matt and nick cant come so chris is because im fucking 11.” I roll my eyes hiding my excitement from him watching me.
“Don't think of any weird shit alright? He's just watching you so don't-“
“Ugh is he here yet? You're annoying me already.” I groan shifting in my sheets and taking a sip from my celsius hearin our door open, they have a key.
“Welp thats chris.” Nate says tilting his head for me to get up.
I get up from the sheets wearing some pink sleep shorts and a white t-shirt and he raises an eyebrow.
“Your wearing THAT? around chris?” Nate chuckles and I flip him off.
“Hey! I heard that!.” Chris yells coming up the stairs sounding offended.
He's now at the top of the steps. oh my fuck he looks so good.
Its around 6ish in LA right now and hes wearing a black tank top and grey fresh love sweats, slight stubble and his hair was a bit messy which I always liked and my eyes immediately drifted to his natural bulge in his pants as him and Nate were talking.
“Just make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.” Nate puts his arm around me giving me a hug and Chris chuckles.
“Don’t worry bro she’s safe with me.” He says before dapping him up as Nate leaves the house. yeah safer if you were balls deep inside
Oh god Chris sh-shit so-d-deep inside me
Yeah? You feel me deep inside you baby?
bro she’s like zoning out today. Nate chuckled and I snap out of it
Whatever no I wasn’t! Just go!
Soon after it was just me and Chris so we made our way down to the living room
“Where are ur other two clones?” I chuckle getting situated on the couch before turning on a movie saltburn
“they have “personal issues”.” He said rolling his eyes causing a small laugh to fall from my lips.
“So it’s just you and me little one.” A smirk curving on his lips, just enough for my panties to be soaked.
Shut up Chris I’m 18.I mutter trying to watch the movie in peace and he chuckles
the movie went on and it was now, the bathtub scene where jacob elordi ( Felix ) is jerking off.
I peer over to Chris whose eyes are clearly fixated on the screen as my squeeze my thighs together under the blanket feeling all my hormonal thoughts leaking through my panties.
This had nothing to do with the movie, it’s the thought for Chris doing that to himself that had turned me on most. The tension so thick a knife couldn’t even cut through.
“Uhm I-i gotta go to the bathroom”. I nearly choke and I fix my shorts placing the blanket down where I was sitting.
“Don’t take to long I’ll miss you.” He chuckles and that didn’t help.
I go to my room and close the door squeezing my eyes shut.
I had maybe 5 minutes to relieve myself.
I quickly reach into my drawer grabbing my vibrating dildo and the remote for it.
I pull down my shorts and panties and spread my legs letting the tip of the toy get coated in my wetness and I bite my lip slightly feeling the thickness of it.
I turned it on letting out a soft moan slowly inserting it, wishing this was Chris’s dick instead.
I began thrusting the toy in and out of my pussy letting the squelching sounds of arousal grow letting it drip down curling my toes throwing my head on the pillows allowing my mind to drift
I was in Chris’s/my room my head smushed in the pillows as his cock rammed inside me whilst I was on my stomach. His hips slamming against my ass and his hand wrapped around my lower stomach as I cried out his name
Fuck fuckk so d-deep- I whimper into the pillows as he was bringing me to my 4th orgasm, we had switched numerous positions and my legs were quivering in front of him as he laid a hard snack to my ass chucking behind me.
such a fucking slut letting me fuck you like this, imagine if ur brother found out his little sister was getting her pussy pounded by his bestfriend. He laid another harsh smack to my ass and I jolted forward.
stretched this pussy out so good- he groans rubbing my clit to chase both our orgasms.
ngh- o-oh shit- fuck- I gripped the sheets tightly curses of Chris’s name flew out my mouth feeling my eyes water from the angle of his hips thrusting allowing his thick cock to hit every single spot inside me
come on sweetheart cum for me, you have another one in you yeah? He grunted lowly in my ear kissing me sloppily as a string of Saliva parts from our lips each time we kiss moaning into each others mouths.
“Oh fuck Chris I-“ I curl my toes and yell loudly as I’m about to release on the toy before I look up and see Chris. Was. Watching me.
“Were you playing with yourself?” Chris leans on the doorway of my room his eyes darting to between ny legs as I was thrusting the toy in and out of me and I quickly covered up my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Uhm…maybe. Sorry I-I’ll be down in a second-“
Maybe I can help. Chris says closing the door to my room approaching my bed
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myfictionaldreams · 5 months
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Day 27: Gloryhole - Nick Fowler
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Summary: You worked in a club that catered to the wealthy and powerful, with the job to satisfy them all in whatever way they wished. But what happens when the person needing satisfaction happens to be your boss, Nick Fowler?
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, reader!stripper/prostitute, multiple customers, oral (m!receiving), degradation, possessive, deepthroat, fingering, glory hole, rough sex, praise kink, sir kink, creampie
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Everyone gathered in the centre of the club, lounging on the lavish couches or on the edge of the stage that had multiple poles and dancing areas. The place was squeaky clean and, in the brightness, looked pretty respectable for a nightclub, showing the hundreds of thousands of dollars spent by the owner on maintaining the building. However, once the lights began to dim and the music turned up to a deafening level, the club became a haven for those with power and money to do whatever seedy activities they wished.
It paid well, especially the tips from specific customers, so you were more than happy to get dolled up every night and pleasure men and women in the back rooms, dance, or perform if it was what they wished.
Picking at your intricately designed nails, you chatted casually with the other girls and one of the security, waiting for the boss to come and inform everyone where they were positioned for the day. To ensure that your skills are kept up to top quality, the girls are usually moved around, and today, you were hoping to avoid being on the stage, needing a break from spinning and dancing as your muscles were starting to feel the strain of it.
The whispers hushed to silence as Mr Fowler strutted in, his signature smirk and crisp suit hugging his body to perfection. You couldn’t help but straighten your posture, the nervous butterflies fluttering in your stomach that always seemed to come whenever he was in the room. He was a powerful man and your boss, making your need to impress him more severe.
“Evening, everyone. I hope you’ve all had a good night's sleep because you’ve got a long night ahead of you. We have some special guests tonight who have heard the rumours on my…samplings”, he gestured to the girls around the room that he’d made sure all had different ethnicities, shapes, heights, eye colours, everything you could possibly think of to appease to whoever would come and spend their money in his club. With his hands in his pockets, Mr Fowler began leisurely walking around the room, addressing each girl and where he wanted them to be.
Your breaths paused as he stopped before you, his startling bright eyes exploring your body, which was covered in a dressing gown as you’d decided to change after finding out where you would be working tonight. Refraining from letting your eyes roll as his exquisite aftershave floated over your senses, you waited for your instructions.
“Sweetheart, you’ll be in the hole. I want you to be at your very best today. I’ll be sending my special guests to you throughout the night as they like to keep things anonymous”. 
He only continued with his instructions to the other girls once you’d responded with a nod and “Yes, sir”, but his eyes lingered on your bottom lip that you’d tugged between your teeth.
It had been a while since you’d been to the glory hole, but you were somewhat thankful for this as it wasn’t as strenuous as dancing on stage for hours. You also took it as a compliment in a sick sort of way that he had trusted you to be in his most famous of locations, especially with there being some important guests.
As everyone was dismissed, you walked to your locker and prepared for the night. There wasn’t much point wearing clothes when you’d be switching between using your mouth, pussy, hands and ass if it was what the customer wished for. So, you kept the dressing gown on and collected a pillow, bottle of water, towel, and some lube.
The glory hole was in a unique set of cubicle toilets; however, even this was luxurious and not anything like the dark and dingy glory holes you were used to seeing on porn websites. Instead, it was bright and welcoming, even if it was designed to be a toilet other than the hole in the cubicle at the end. Waving to the security guy who was stationed outside of the door, you entered and breathed in the regal scents from the air fresheners as you walked to your stall. There was a small shelf above the toilet that you placed all your items on except for the pillow, which you placed on the floor, knowing you’d spend a lot of time tonight using your both and wasn’t prepared to destroy your knees by being on them for hours on the marble flooring.
As the music increased, you sat on the toilet lid and scrolled through your phone, waiting patiently for the first customer. 20 minutes pass, and the door opens, the music intensifying for a moment and then dimming as the door clicks closed. Quietly, you switched your phone off and slid onto your knees, getting comfortable on the pillow as you heard the customer step into the toilet cubicle next to yours and could see a flash of expensive-looking pinstripe suit through the circular hole in the wall.
Seconds pass, and then a had cock is slipping through the hole. Your mouth descends onto it instantly, licking a long strip up the underside. It was a couple of inches long, so you had no issue taking the length entirely, which seemed to please whoever was on the receiving end of the oral sex if the groans were anything to go by.
He didn’t last very long as you gathered the cum into your mouth and quietly spat it into the tissue. You’d learnt from past mistakes that swallowing too much cum on a night like this only made it settle heavy in your stomach and left you feeling queasy by the end of the night. It wasn’t like they could see anyway, as the customers were usually zipping themselves up and exiting.
The next few were in similar situations. They were sticking their dick through the hole, and you were sucking or jerking them off to completion. Every so often, there would be someone who wanted to dirty talk, calling you their slut, whore or other unimaginative derogatory names that increased the firmness of their length. It was all white noise to you. You were here to do one job, which, to be truthful, you did very well, so if they wanted to be vulgar, they could because, at the end of the day, you were still getting a fat paycheck.
There were occasions when the customers would push a wad of rolled-up dollars through the hole as they zipped themselves up again, which you happily stacked on the shelf. These were your favourite customers, and sometimes, when you were lucky, you’d have a couple of fingers stick through the hole, wishing to pleasure you and hear your moans. Most of the time, you faked it as it was always an awkward angle, or they just thought ramming their fingers in and out without any clitoral play would ever be enough. It wasn’t, but they didn’t need to know that you were faking an orgasm as you scrolled through TikTok.
The night passed by steadily, and so far, you’d received very positive responses from the customers, and even though your jaw was aching and hands tingling from the amount of squeezing you’d been doing, it was definitely one of your better nights. It had also become incredibly warm in the windowless room, so your dressing gown had been hung on the back of the door so that you were completely naked.
The door opens and closes as you rush to shut the water bottle in your hand, swallowing the cool liquid that soothed the dryness in your mouth. Slow, calculated steps echo and bounce off the walls as you wait on your knees for the next customer, not thinking anything of the powerful stride walking towards you. The cubicle's door opens and shuts with the lock finding its home as you try to peep through the hole to have a glimpse as to who is next.
A flash of a black suit and then a thick, long cock is passing through the hole. Your eyes widen for a second, staring at the dick in front of you. It was the best-looking cock that had been in here tonight. The dark pubes were perfectly trimmed. Even though it had an incredible length, it still was rock hard and throbbing in the air, the veins bulging along the shaft and the bulbous tip a beautiful deep maroon that you complimented would look good as a lipstick shade.
Whoever it was, had a magnificent member that for once had your abdomen warming with arousal, and you hoped that whoever it was would ask to fuck your pussy, just to feel your walls stretch around it.
You licked the palm of your hand, deciding to get a feel of him first. Your fingers only just reached each other as you wrapped around his shaft, feeling the velvety soft skin and the firmness of the thumping blood beneath the surface. He was hot in your hand, and as you squeezed him tightly and moved your fist towards his tip, a clear drip of precum bubbled into the hole.
Your tongue darted out, catching the liquid and swallowing. The moan you produced was genuine because, for once, whoever it was, the skin tasted clean and not like he’d been sitting in his ball juice for hours on end. Even the precum had a satisfying salty taste to it, but you blamed those thoughts on the increasing flame between your legs.
Sitting up further on your knees, your tongue began to gently lap at the underside of his cock, following the movements of your fist. As you reached the base, the overwhelming scent of aftershave brushed over your nose as you completely froze, eyes widening and breath stilling.
A deep chuckle that you recognised immediately floated from the other toilet. “Hmm, finally recognised me at last, have you, sweetheart?” Mr Fowler confirmed your suspicions. Your body didn’t know how to handle this news. One the one had it still in fear, throat drying and heart pounding beneath your ribs. However, it also burned even more desperately with the need to satisfy him and do something you had been hoping for for months.
Even though Nick Fowler was an incredibly handsome man, he had always kept to himself, never once indulging in the girls he employed, which helped to gain the trust of the employees. This was a double-edged sword for you, having always found him attractive beyond words, but knowing any advances that you made would be worthless and potentially see that you were fired.
So now that he was here, cock resting on your tongue and in your palm, you were conflicted with what to do.
“You see, I’ve been hearing some very, very good things about the goings on in here. So much so that these gentlemen tonight have booked in with us for a further four nights, which means my profit has increased a whole fucking lot. And that’s all down to the perfect princess in the end stall.”
You weren’t entirely sure what to say. It wasn’t like you’d been going out of your way to pleasure the people coming and going from the glory hole; you’d just been doing your regular sucking and touching, so to hear him speaking so highly of your work had a deep shiver running down your spine and pooling between your legs.
“With all the high praise, I thought it would be a good idea to come and see what all the fuss was about. Test the goods, if you will. Do you think you can handle me, Princess?”
Your eyes fluttered close at the nickname, as simple as it was, the way his deep, sultry voice seemed to kiss the air, making everything seem like the most cheek-warming compliment; you were ready just about to do anything your boss asked of you.
“Yes, sir”, was your quick verbal response before your sexual acts continued. Squeezing your fingers around his cock again, your mouth moved at the same time to the very tip, wrapping your warm lips around him entirely and letting the natural weight of him lay against your tongue.
Closing your eyes, you tried to forget that it was your boss on the other side of the wall and that this was probably the most crucial blowjob that you’d ever given before.
Your mouth filled with salvia, helping to wet his length as you lapped over his size with delicate little licks as your hand moved up and down the base of his shaft. Mr Fowler sucked in a breath through his teeth as his cock throbbed in your mouth. “Didn’t think you’d be such a tease, show me what you’ve got, Sweetheart”.
Your smile for a moment before taking more of his length into your mouth, pressing your flat tongue against the sensitive underside and hollowing your cheeks to suck him in. Opening your eyes, you watched more of his cock disappear into your mouth as you forced yourself to relax your throat, a skill you had mastered since working for him.
Nearly the entire length of your boss’ cock slipped down your throat, causing a bulge with how your airflow was completely cut off, the lining of your eyes flooding with tears from the overwhelming sensation. There was still a portion of his member that hadn’t entered the warm cavernous home of your mouth, so your hand squeezed and tugged so he was utterly stimulated.
“Fuck! I knew that pretty little mouth of yours would be trouble”, Nick groaned, trying to push his hips against the wall to try and fuck your face. You tried not to choke on his length at the tiny compliment mixed into his words.
Pulling back slowly, you made sure to suck his cock thoroughly whilst licking every inch that you could. Now you knew he liked what you could do; you were desperate to see just how much you were able to make him moan.
You deepthroated him again, choking and holding your breath, eyes continuing to water and more saliva filling your mouth. Eventually, you were able to find the perfect rhythm of bobbing your head up and down his cock, listening to the gruff quiver of his voice as his palm slapped against the wall of the toilets as he became delirious due to the pleasure.
It was nearly unbearable how turned on you were. Your throbbing clit was begging to be touched so gently you spread your knees and slipped your unused hand to gently circle it, adding pressure whenever he made a noise like a reward for yourself.
The evidence of your arousal was soaking over the tips of your thighs, drenching the two fingers being used to stimulate yourself. Eventually, you needed more, especially as your chin was becoming coated in drool as the blowjob became more sloppy. Lowering your fingers, you couldn’t help and bust in a moan that caused your throat to vibrate around the cock within as those two wet fingers slipped into your hole and curled.
“Holy shit, do that again”, Mr Fowler begged behind the thin wall. You moaned again as your hips bucked to meet your finger's movements. “That feels so fucking good, I knew I’d never regret hiring you. Do you only offer your mouth?”
You pulled off the end of his mouth with an audible ‘pop’ and swallowed thickly the considerable amount of saliva in your mouth as you tried to find your words. “No, they can have any part of me they’d like”. As you explained, you pumped his cock with both hands, forgetting about your pleasure for a moment.
“Good girl,” his praise was like a sweet symphony to your ears. “Has anyone else used the other services tonight?”
“No, Sir. Only my mouth and hands; a couple have fingered me but nothing else”.
Nick growled as his fingers appeared over the top of the cubicle as he tried to hold onto something. As you wished for a moment that, there was a camera in his toilet so you could see him flush against the wall, holding on for dear life. “So you’re telling me that all those powerful people out there are spending all their money for another four days just because of a couple of sucks and tugs? You really are special, aren’t you? Maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to share you in here and keep you all to myself”.
Biting your lip, you tried to stop yourself from grinning, just listening to him becoming possessive, which was a widespread occurrence during these intimate acts. Many of the people were so overcome with the pleasure that they’d decided that they would keep you all to themselves to use if and when they needed you. Usually, it earned an eye-roll, but right now, you were dripping wet and ready to hand in your notice if it meant you could just stay by his side and suck his cock every day.
“I’d be more than happy to let you feel my other talents, sir”, you suggested before thinking it through properly. Not that you’d regret this offer, as you were incredibly horny and wanted nothing more than to please him further.
The wall between you both creaked under the pressure of Nick’s hands gripping the top as his hips began rocking, causing his cock to push and pull through the hole. “Oh, princess, you have no idea how badly I want that right now”.
With great enthusiasm, you stood on shaky legs, ignoring the pins and needles that formed in the balls of your feet, having been on your knees for so long and turned around, facing away from the glory hole. Spreading your legs and reaching between them, you grasped his cock once more and began to position him between your legs, where you closed them firmly, trapping his length between your damp thighs.
You rocked your hips, causing his dick to press against your pussy folds, rubbing your clit and for him, he was trapped in the tight, wet hold of your legs as he fucked your thighs.
“So fucking wet and soft”, he muttered under his breath, and once more, you wish you could have been watching his face, wondering if his eyes were just as glazed as how yours were feeling at that moment.
You had him fucking your thighs for a few moments longer and then decided to change things up, not wanting to wait anymore as your feet widened the stance, and his cock nudged against your hole.
The moan you released was mouthwatering for Nick as he felt the sensitive tip of his cock become lost within your tight, gummy walls. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your hips moved backwards, slowly to give yourself a chance to adjust to his thick size until your cheeks were flush against the wall.
“You’re so big, sir”, you blurt out, body shaking with trepidation at the pressure of being stretched for him.
“I am, but you’re taking me so well, Princess”. Even his encouraging words had you mewling with quivers, wanting and needing more of him.
Leaning forward, you reached out to the other side of the wall, pushing off of it to help you ride his cock in the limited position that you had with the glory hole. Thankfully, Mr Fowler began to fuck the wall, so you were both thrusting into each other with increasing speed and strength. He seemed to fit you perfectly, stroking against all of those special nerves that built the tightening warmth in your core. Each time he pushed back inside of you was like a million exploding fireworks of pleasure to blossom throughout your body. You never wanted it to end.
As you tried to rise onto your tip toes to try and push back onto his harder, your pussy suddenly clamped down harder around him, like it was laying claim to him, holding him tightly and never wanting to let him go.
“Sir, oh my- I’m cumming, Sir, please don’t stop!”. You were thinking of nothing else but the cock pounding into your pussy, begging him with everything that you had for this orgasm to reach its peak.
“I can feel you, Sweetheart. So tight around my cock, you’re doing so well for me. Be a good girl and cum for me, and I’ll give you what you really want”.
Nick fucks the glory hole with even more enthusiasm as you are forced to have both hands against the opposite wall to push yourself even harder back against his cock. Your cunt was squeezing him so tightly he was nearly seeing stars as you finally came. Your knees wobbled as your walls spasmed in flutters through the orgasm, more fluid dripping down onto your thighs as you cried out for Mr Fowler.
He was shouting something as well, but you weren’t able to understand what it was he was saying as the faint, satisfied buzz filled your ears, and the edge of your orgasm began to calm. You were exhausted, but you didn’t stop fucking hard back against the cock until you were aware that there was thick, warm fluid seeping into your cunt as Nick’s thrusts stilled, his cum filling you completely.
It took all of your strength not to collapse to your knees as you both tried to recover from the fucking. As the softening cock slipped out, followed by a gush of cum was when you could finally fall back onto the pillow on the floor with a satisfied moan.
Being back in this position, you were able to watch through the hole as Nick began to tuck himself back into his suit, not even bothering to clean yours or his juices that gleamed over his length. Your cheeks warmed at this sight, knowing you’d remember it for the rest of your life.
Mr Fowler released a deep breath and reached into his back pockets, and once more, you wish you could see his face, but all you were able to see was his waistline and hands as they rummaged through his wallet and pulled out a hefty roll up of cash that he shoved through the hole and landed in your lap.
“This’ll cover any further tips you would have made for the remainder of the night. Which you can have off. Get yourself cleaned up, and I’ll drive you home, Princess”.
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recklesssturniolo · 4 months
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Hotel - M.S
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Based on a req for reader n Matt having to share a hotel room/bed together, enemies x lovers, dom!Matt, some degrading
NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor (or that bitch from Wattpad you can gtfo)
Finding a hotel this late at night with available rooms was almost impossible, but we got lucky - until Nick announced Matt and I would be sharing a room.
“You’re fucking kidding right? There’s no way I’m sharing a room with him” I yell, glaring at Matt.
“Listen I know it isn’t ideal but it’s just how we’re gonna have to do it. It’s one night you’ll both be fine” Nick sighs.
“About to be the worst night of my life” Matt grumbles.
“Jesus Christ I can’t listen to you two any longer, let’s just all go to our rooms and we’ll leave early tomorrow morning” Chris says.
Everyone nods while Matt and I continue giving each other the death stare. Making it to our room, opening the door and both of us putting down our stuff, pure silence taking over.
“I’m going to change” I announce.
“Good for you” Matt mumbles.
I change in the bathroom into a simple t shirt and shorts. Walking out I feel Matt’s eyes travel up and down my body but choose not to comment on it but notice he had changed as well, leaving him without a shirt on.
Sighing as I got into the bed, I was already annoyed at how much space Matt was taking up.
“Move over for fuck sakes, and stay on your side” I say.
“Trust me I will, I don’t want to be any closer to you than I need to” He shoots back.
Matt glances over at me again before shuffling over, turning the lamp off and getting himself comfortable. I turn so my back is facing him, before attempting to fall asleep myself.
Unaware of how much time had passed, I wake up to Matt’s hand on my hip, his body right against mine. Why the fuck are we even in this position?
“You wouldn’t stop moving your fucking hips and I was freezing so moved over” He grumbles, clearly aware of the fact I had woke up.
“Alright, no need for the fucking attitude” I reply.
“Maybe if you weren’t basically grinding against my dick and giving me a hard on I wouldn’t have to give attitude” He snaps back.
My breath hitches in my throat hearing him say that. Suddenly becoming extremely aware of his dick pressed against my ass.
“Sounds like a you issue” I mumble, glad it was dark so he was unable to see the blush that formed on my face.
“Keep it up and you’ll be a whimpering mess beneath me” He replies.
All it took was that one sentence for me to feel an ache forming between my legs.
“What no snarky come back? Too affected by what I said?” He asks.
“Fuck off and let me go back to sleep” I grumble, refusing to admit that he was having an affect on me.
Turning back over and closing my eyes, I feel Matt’s hand fiddling with the waist band of my shorts. My breathing becoming heavier as I try to ignore the growing sensation of need forming.
“If you’re trying to pretend you aren’t turned on, you’re doing a shit job” He whispers in my ear. His lips trailing down my neck.
Tilting my head back slightly, giving him easier access to my neck, I let out a gasp as he nips slightly at the skin on my neck.
“Matt” I groan, the wetness growing in my panties.
“Hm?” He replies, his hand now cupping my clothed pussy with his fingers tracing small circles, “Spit it out, you’re already soaked”
“Please” I whine.
“Please what?” He asks.
“Fuck sakes Matt. Touch me please” I grumble.
“There you go, wasn’t so hard to use your words was it sweetheart?” He replies.
His hand moves under my panties, his fingers now rubbing circles on my clit, as I let out of moan. My legs spread wider as I feel his fingers move towards my entrance, tracing circles around it.
“I - Matt” I whimper.
“Yeah? Tell me what you want” He says.
“Stop teasing” I whine, my core aching for his fingers to be inside of me.
“Mm but you sound so good begging for me, like a desperate whore” He replies.
“Please I need it” I again whine, his teasing driving me insane.
“Always knew you were a little whore” He responds before pushing two fingers inside of me, curling them slightly.
“Oh my god” I moan.
He says something that I couldn’t hear, too focused on how good he was making me feel and the growing knot in my stomach.
“Are you listening to me?” He asks, snapping me back to reality as he grabs my face turning it to look at him, taking his fingers out of me.
“I - what? What are you doing? Why did you stop” I stutter, the lack of his fingers inside of me frustrating me.
“God you need to learn how to fucking listen” He growls, his hand moving to my neck and squeezing, “I said you’re gonna ride me so I can see how good of a slut you can be”
“Fuck - yes okay” I reply.
I watch as he shuffles to removes his pjs and boxers, my jaw dropping at the size of him as it sprung out and smacked his stomach.
“Get your shirt off” He demands, watching as I removed it before taking both breast in his hand and toying with my nipples, moans escaping my mouth as he did.
“Let me” I beg.
“Let you what?” He responds.
“Ride you, please I need you” I whine.
My eyes follow his hand, watching him spit on it before starting to jerk himself off.
“You think you deserve to? I could just keep getting myself off instead” He says.
Almost mesmerized as I watch his hand move up and down, my pussy throbbing for him, I manage to choke out, “Matt fuck come on”
He smirks before replying, “So needy, get on”
Moving so he was lined up with my entrance, I begin lowering myself, wincing as my pussy stretched due to his size.
“You can take it, don’t pretend you can’t” He says.
My hands on his lower stomach for support, a growl leaves his mouth, and a moan from mine as he’s fully inside of me. Moving myself up and down, my pace fastening as I continued I watched as his eyes repeatedly trailed up and down my body.
“Fuck me you really are a whore” He groans, “So fucking tight”
“Feels - feels so good” I whimper.
My pleasure only increases as Matt begins to thrust his hips up, matching my pace and meeting with mine each time I went back down.
“Matt fuck I’m going to come” I whine, his dick hitting my g-spot and sending shivers down my spine.
“Not yet you’re not” He says.
“What?” I reply.
“You’re gonna wait till I do” He groans, thrusting his hips harder now.
“I can’t hold it” I whimper.
“You can and you will” He says.
A whimper falls from my mouth as my head falls back, using everything in me to follow his instructions. The continuous sensation of his dick slamming into me making it nearly impossible to control myself.
“Oh fuck, fuck I’m coming don’t even think about stopping” Matt growls, his eyes squeezing shut as I feel him release into me, the sight only making it harder to not come.
“Please” I beg, unsure if I could even hold myself back any longer.
“Such a whore, needing to come so badly” He groans, “Come for me”
Moans flow from my mouth as my climax takes over, my legs quickly growing weak as pleasure consumes my body. My body going limp as my high came to an end. Lifting myself up off of him and basically collapsing onto the bed.
“That was -“ I begin.
“So good” He finishes my sentence for me, “I’ve never doubted for a second that I could have you begging for me”
“Jesus Christ you couldn’t just not be cocky for 5 minutes?” I mumble.
“Nope, it’s in my nature” He shrugs.
“Fuck you’re so annoying” I say.
“You didn’t seem to think I was annoying when you were moaning out my name and begging to come” He smirked.
“Yeah well you are now” I reply.
“Whatever you say, just wait, I’ll have you begging again soon”
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mega-katya44 · 19 days
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"𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑺" 𝑴.𝑺 :
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❥ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒇, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.
❥ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒗, 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌 + 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒇, 𝒋𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈(?), 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚/𝒏, 𝒊𝒅𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 :3
❥ 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 : 𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒚𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒋𝒇 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆-𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.
༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻
You and Matt have been dating for almost 5 months, the most far you two had gone, was making out and grinding into each other, never anything else
You are staying over Matt's, of course he doesn't live alone, his brothers and he live together. But they don't mind your presence, so youre generally staying at theirs
The three of them were done with filming a video for their YouTube channel, it was night and while they were out filming you decided to take a shower then made them something to eat, almost 2 hours later Matt and his brothers got back, you were sitting in the couch, in the living room.
Matt immediately came to you "Hi" he said smiling
"Hi to you too" you answered shyly "I made you guys something to eat by the way.."
"You didn't had to baby, but thank you" he leaned in, to kiss you in the forehead
"Yeah y/n/n thank you" Nick and Chris said at the same time
"Chris let's eat" Nick said, both of them leading into the kitchen.
"Matt go eat" you said, smiling up at your boyfriend
"We actually ate, but they are hungry again..not me tho"
"You sure babe?"
"Yes my love" he replied honestly "do you wanna come upstairs, I need to take a shower then we can watch a movie or something?" He asked you
"Oh sure, alright." You nodded slightly, with a smile.
"Come on-" he took your hand, and you stood up from the couch. "Let's go" he continued, leading you to his room.
After you two got to his room, he closed the door behind him, and starting to pick up some pajamas "you can choose a movie if you want baby" Matt said, while coming to you so he can kiss you quickly..
"Okay" you nodded, after he got in the bathroom, and after you heard the water turning on. You started wondering if you should choose a movie or stick with your plan
You're 19 and still virgin, its not embarrassing for you but you wanted to finally do it, with your boyfriend. You trust him more than anyone else.
After 20 minutes of wondering, you decided that you want to do it, of course only if he wants to. You'll not force him if he's not in the mood for it.
After 10 more minutes you heard the shower turning off, moments later Matt came inside the room. Only in a pair of shorts, his hair still wet
"Hi baby..did you choose or?"
"No Matt..I uh-i don't know how to tell you but-"
"Did I do something? If I did I'm so sorr-" asked worried
"No-no matt! You haven't done anything baby..I-"
"Spit it out angel" he demanded you.
"You-you know I'm a..I'm a virgin" you said, blushing feeling embarrassed now "if you're in the mood, I want you..to take my virginity.." you continued, fidgeting with your fingers and not daring to look up at Matt
"Are you sure sweet girl?" He asked you, coming closer to you, and sitting on the bed. "You really want me to?"
"Yeah Matty..but only if you want-" you said looking up at him quickly
"Of course I want to, I want to make you feel good." He said quietly but his voice full of lust.
"Well..uh, when and how should we s-start?" You said, breathing shakily
"Take off your shirt and lay down." You did as he told you to, taking off your shirt and laying down on his bed.
"N-now?" You asked curiously.
"Shh, let me lead now..is it okay if I took these off?-" he pulled the waistband of your shorts "hm pretty?" He continued
"Y-yeah, please do." You nodded, faster than you intended to, which Matt chuckled at.
He started pulling down your shorts, you lifted up your hips to help him, after he was done he tossed them on the floor. Leaning down between your thighs, hooking his arms between your plush thighs and spreading your legs, he looked up at you for permission
You nodded at that, whispering an "yes"
After your answer, he looked at your covered pussy, he kissed your clit through your lace panties, you shuddered at the feeling. And then he suddenly ripped them out and throwing them behind him, and on the floor.
"Can I continue baby hm?" You nodded at that "Please matt.."
He leaned down to your now fully exposed cunt, he runned his middle finger through your embarrassingly wet folds
"So wet, that all for me hmm?" He asked teasingly
"A-all for you Matty.." He chuckled at that, and suddenly licked a stripe from down to your hole and up to your clit, you moaned out from that. Which made Matt to pull back
"Shh pretty, after all Chris and Nick are still here. Yeah?" You nodded at that, putting your hand over your mouth
"Good fucking girl" he groaned close to your pussy, and started licking again, you whimpered
Your mouth still covered by your hand, you suddenly let out a cry when he sucked on your clit, out of the blue.
"M-matt!!" You moaned out, which made Matt to pull back and slap your clit "be quite..for now"
You whined slightly at this action, Matt started suckling on your clit hard which made you cry out, but you quickly covered your mouth with your hand.
You felt the mattress below you, starting to move, you looked down. And saw Matt humping the mattress
Eating you out gave him more pleasure, than it did to you, he then moved his tongue to your hole. Pushing it inside and starting to tongue fuck you
You tried not to moan loudly, for the sake of his brothers, you felt your stomach tightening and you know what it was
After all you did touched yourself, "M-matt! I'm gonna-" you whimpered, which made him to pull his tongue out and lick over your slick slit
And he started shaking his head, the action making you moan out, "Matt! Oh fu-" you suddenly came, hard. But he continued
You whined from the stimulation
"Sens-sensetive matt..no more" you whimpered
He pulled back, looking up at you from between your thighs, the sight making you blush hardly
"Too sensitive huh?" He asked, his voice slightly raspy.
"Uhhuh" you nodded
He licked his lips, and went over you. Grabbing you by your face, and kissing you
You moaned at the taste of your juices from his mouth
He pulled away slightly and whispered
"Open" he demanded, and you opened your mouth
Then he spat on your tongue, you made a sound at that
"Swallow" you obeyed, swallowing his saliva.
"Good girl, baby, you're so good to me." He smiled at you
You felt your heart going warm at his praises
"I-im ready.." You said, blushing.
"Good baby, don't worry I'll go slow" he said, then kicking his pants and boxers away
He grabbed you by your cheeks, kissing you hungrily.
You whimpered into his mouth
"I'll push now, okay? I'll go nice and slow baby, I promise you." He calmed you down
And you nodded "please Matty.. I need to feel you"
"You will angel, don't worry" he said, then he grabbed his dick, he didn't needed to jerk of so he can get fully hard
He was already, painfully hard. He started rubbing his dick up and down to your slit
You whined from the feeling
"Pl-please matt!" You begged him
"Shh, I said nice and slow y/n, don't be a needy slut."
The way he degraded and praised you at the same time, made you feel tingly.
He continued rubbing his dick up and down, collecting your wetness and slick cum from your previous climax, after he made sure you were wet enough from his pre-cum and your juices
He looked at you "I'll push now."
"Please.." You nodded
He looked down, and spread your legs further. Pushing inside of you slowly
You whined from the stretch, he then pushed in his whole tip at once, which made you close your eyes and hiss
"You good baby?" He asked you, slightly worried.
"Y-yeah..keep going please"
He waited a little bit, then started pushing his whole dick inside. After he finally bottomed out be groaned at you tightness
"F-fuck, so tight and warm baby" he moaned slightly
"Oh M-matt" you whined from the feeling
He waited for five seconds then pulled out, but his tip still inside of you.
He looked down, watching the blood from your broken hymen coating his shaft. He groaned at the sight
"Pl-please move Matt!" You whined out, needing to feel his dick inside you
"Greedy whore" he spanked your ass slightly
Then he started to push inside of your gummy walls, once again, this time harsher.
"Oh g-god" you moaned softly, closing your eyes
"Eyes open bitch" he grabbed your face with one hand, squeezing so he can push your cheeks together
You opened your eyes, looking at his blue ones, now almost completely black from the lust
He sucked in his cheeks slightly, as to collect saliva
Then he suddenly spat on your face
The action making you whimper
"Good girl baby" he praised you after his "dirty" action
He started snapping his hips faster into yours
"Can you take it, if I move faster huh?" He asked you
"Y-yeah, please move" you looked at him, eyes glossy from the tears from pleasure
"Good" he then started pushing in and out harder and faster, only his tip inside of you.
He grabbed your plush thighs, pushing your legs to your ears.
He fucked his hard dick into your slick walls with an almost, animalistic force now
"Ma-nghh Matt!" The sounds you let out were so unholy, at thus point you didn't tried to stay quiet
"Such a slut, screaming like a whore while my brothers are here huh? Gonna make Chris jealous baby"
You whined at that, now trying to stay quiet.
"Bet you want him too huh? The way he looks at you, he. wants. you." The last three words were said while he was thrusting into your tight cunt
"N-no matt" you shaked your head
"No? You sure"
"I do-dont want him" you struggled to talk, his dick making you dumb and cock drunk
"Who makes you feel good? Is it Chris?" He asked while snapping his hips into yours roughly
"Y-you! Not fuck-not Chris!!" You said, a little too loud, you wouldn't be surprised if his brothers heard you.
"That's right baby, me, only me!" His thrusts getting sloppy, which means he's close
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth open with your tongue out, Matt enjoyed your fucked-out expression.
"C-nghhh cumming!" You moaned out loudly
"Go on, cream on my cock," and you did, your warm juices gushing out of you and into his cock and on the ruined bed sheets.
"Fuck! That's right baby, good girl, gonna cum deep into you"
You panted like a dog in heat, nodding your head.
"Gonna give you my baby, you will take my cum like a good little whore, right?"
"Y-yess matt please!" You whimpered, too sensitive and fucked out to think of the consequences
"F-fuck I'm cumming baby" Matt groaned, thrusting into you five more times before filling you up, with his warm cum.
You moaned out from the feeling, never felt this, it made you tingly.
He stayed inside a few minutes, before pulling out slowly, you and him both, whimpered when he did it.
"Are you okay babe?" Matt asked you, standing up going to the bathroom to take a wet wash cloth, cleaning himself and then coming to clean you up.
Your hips jerked when he started cleaning you
"Sensitive baby?" He teased you
"Mhm" you nodded, not being able to say something.
After he was done cleaning you, he dressed you with new pair of panties and some shorts of his
After you were done, he dressed himself too, still shirtless.
"Wanna sleep" you whispered
"Okay baby, we will." He chuckled slightly
༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻
GUYS, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, SORRY IF ITS BAD, ALSO SORRY IF ITS TOO DISGUSTING LOL. 🤍❕
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breeloveschris · 17 days
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can you make a one-shot of reader joking around with chris about sitting on his face but that actually gives him an idea and he tries to convince you to sit on his face but you decline each time but one day you actually give in and do it
would mean a lot if you could make this
Shut up n sit
Summery: Chris can’t stop thinking about a joke Y/n made even though she was joking, he had other plans.
Warnings: cussing, SMUT!!, Dom!chris, sub!reader, oral (f receiving), choking?if you squint?, praising,(let me know if I missed anything lol)
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Y/n and the triplets were walking around some thrift shop. Since today was a free day for Chris, he wanted to spend every moment with his girlfriend.
“Y/n! Look, you should get this!” Chris said smirking while holding up a shirt with gummy bears all over it. “Chris put that down” Y/n said laughing making chris laugh loudly.
“Y’all need to learn to be quiet in stores, i swear y’all always so loud” Matt said pointing at them both like a scolding parent, there was a pregnant pause before the pair started laughing even more. Matt just scoffed and walked away.
“Uh oh, we made him mad” Chris said with a pout, in return Chris got a punch in his arm from Nick. “Ow!” He said rubbing his arms. Nick just shook his head and followed his brother leaving Chris and Y/n.
“Shawty want a thug, Bottles in the club, Shawty wanna hump, You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps” Chris practically yelled singing the words to a song.
“Shut up, before I take you in the bathroom and sit on your face” Y/n joked with a huge smirk on her face. Chris’s eyes fall out of his head and his jaw hits the ground.
To Y/n this was just an innocent joke but this struck an idea in Chris. “What did you just say” he said smirking, “alright guys, let’s go!” Matt said walking over to them before Y/n had any chance to speak.
When they got back to the triplets house, Y/n and Chris went to Chris’s room to watch a movie so they can have alone time between the two.
Chris was laying in between Y/n’s legs, while Y/n was playing with Chris’s hair. “Baby?” Chris whispered, “yes?” She said leaning up so she could hear him better.
“You know what you said earlier? What if you actually did it?” He asked flipping over so he can look at her, “baby, I was only joking” Y/n said with a small laugh.
“Okay but what if you seriously do it” Chris said looking at her with pleading eyes. “No Chris, I was just joking” Y/n said with a groan.
“But babyyy, it would be so attractive, please” Chris said practically begging. “But like you wouldn’t be able to breathe” Y/n said in a whisper.
Chris rolled his eyes and threw his head back, “I’ll be able to breathe just fine, baby trust me” Chris said leaving a small kiss on her head.
A couple days later and Chris has another free day and Chris was determined to get Y/n to sit on his face.
Y/n walked into the triplets house being greeted with silence. She frowned confused on why it went so quiet, It was never this quiet in the Sturniolo household.
“Baby?” Y/n called out trying to find her boyfriend. “I’m coming!” Chris yelled from the steps leading to his room.
“Hey baby!” Chris said with a huge smile pulling Y/n into a hug with his arms on her lower waist. “Hi! Where’s Nick and Matt?” She said pulling away slightly to look up at him.
“They’re hanging out with Jake and Johnnie” Chris said shrugging. “Oh! So whatcha got planned for today?” She said with a soft smile, chris just grinned and leaned down and left a slow kiss to y/ns lips.
He swiped his tongue over her bottom lip asking for entrance but she declined him with a smirk making him groan. Chris slid his left hand to her bottom gripping hard making her gasp giving Chris the perfect go ahead.
Their tongues fight for dominance, Y/n putting up a good fight until Chris lifts his right hand up and wraps it around her neck making her let out a small moan.
Chris pulls away to say something but Y/n pulls his bottom lip into her mouth and lightly sucks on it keeping eye contact with Chris, who lets out a groan.
She pulls away biting his lip with a small smirk. She watches Chris’s eyes go dark with lust before he even speaks. “.. let’s go to my room” he said letting out a breath making Y/n giggle.
They make it to Chris’s room, Y/n immediately being pushed into the door by Chris. “You’re so pretty baby” Chris whispered into her hair. Chris was kissing on her neck purposely missing her sweet spot.
He brought his hand down to the bottom of her skirt, tracing his fingers on the hem of her skirt. “Chriss” she dragged out his name, “yes?” He asked looking up into her eyes.
“Do something.. please” she asked with soft doe eyes making Chris smirk. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bed.
“Strip.” he said with his tone low. Y/n began to take off her clothes, all the way down to her light purple underwear. “Why aren’t you taking your clothes off” she asked in a low whisper. “You’re gonna sit on my face baby” Chris said with a smirk.
Chris laid on the bed with his head on the pillow looking at y/n waiting. “What are you waiting for, take off your underwear ma” Chris said raising an eyebrow.
Y/n did exactly that but slowly, she was nervous. “What if I hurt you??” She asked concern dripping through her voice.
Chris rolled his eyes grabbing her wrist and pulling her onto his lap, making him groan feeling her on his clothed erection. “I don’t wanna hurt you baby” she whispered ghosting his lips.
“Shut up n sit” Chris said with a groan, he grabbed her hips lifting her to hover over his face. When she didn’t do anything to lower herself onto his face, he puts his arms under her legs and pulls her down making her gasp.
Chris had no hesitation when he started eating her out like his life depended on it. “Chris!” She moaned out gripping his hair a little to hard. Chris groaned sending a vibration through her making her moan loudly.
Y/n kept trying to push away due to the intense amount of pleasure she was feeling, resulting in chris pulling her down further and leaving a hard but soft slap on her ass. She jolted forward grabbing onto the headboard letting out soft moan.
As she’s coming close to her high, she can feel chris start to spell his name out with his tongue. As soon as Chris gets to T, she feels the knot in her stomach come undone with shaky legs and loud whines and moans.
But Chris isn’t done, he’s determined to finish off his name. By the time he finishes spelling out his full name, Y/n is a shaking, crying mess. Chris pulls her off and lays her beside him. “You look so pretty baby” Chris whispered.
“Thank you” she whispered after a short silent pause
“What are you thanking me for ma?” Chris said with a small laugh while pushing her hair out of her face and leaving a small kiss on her forehead.
“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had” she said with a breathy laugh, chris gasped “We’ve had sex so many times and you’ve never said that before?” Chris said with a smirk and one hand on her thigh and the other on his heart like he was offended.
“I mean I’ve had some bomb ass orgasms but they way you spelled your name was mind blowing” she said gigging. “Okay pretty girl, I’m gonna pretend like that didn’t hurt..” Chris said with a soft laugh.
“Let me run you bath? How does that sound baby?” Chris said smiling cutely at her making her blush. “That sounds amazing my love” Y/n whispered.
Breespeaks: okay so this is my first smut.. ever?? Hello?? If it’s bad then.. idk what to tell you , I tried lmao ANYWAYS HAVE A GOOD DAY MFFFFF 🎀💛
A Special Tag cause she’s the sweetest human ever @luverboychris
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greatooglymooglyyy · 18 days
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My Tears Ricochet (Matthew Sturniolo)
contains: verbal argument, cheating allegations, crying, breakup, no happy ending, 1.5k words
a/n: honestly i'm sorry for this one. ouch. i said it alr but im not doing a part 2 for this one b/c i don't wanna lmao, the song is how writing this made me feel lol, requested by @nicksmainbitch and i took parts of an anon request
“We need to talk.”
I look down and study the message for maybe the hundredth time since Matt sent it an hour ago. Taking a deep steading breath, I kill my car engine and finally open the door. I’ve been sitting in his driveway for ten minutes now and it’s getting pathetic but I couldn’t help it. There’s nothing I hate more than a cryptic message, especially from Matt.
I use my key to let myself in the house, kicking off my shoes at the entrance, and pause when I notice how quiet it seems. Either Nick and Chris aren’t here or something is very wrong but my gut is leaning towards both. I pull out my phone to check their location but my heart drops when I realize all three of them aren’t showing up on Find My Friends.
Okay. It’s fine. Probably just a glitch. It has to be. I take the stairs two at a time and rush into Matt’s room, finding him with his head down at his desk.
“Matt?” I say quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder that he immediately jerks away from like I’ve burned him.
He lifts his head, spinning the chair around my way, and the look he gives me is like a stab to the heart. Because in all the years I’ve known Matt, in all the years I’ve loved him, he’s never looked at me like he’s looking at me now. Like he can see right through me. Like I’m no one at all to him.
“How long?” He asks calmly, his voice like a brewing storm. “Just tell me that. How long have I been a fucking idiot for?”
I stare back at him silently for a minute, caught between confusion and indignation. “What are you talking about?”
He closes his eyes and shakes his head before he tilts it up to the ceiling. “Listen. Tell me the truth. If you tell me the truth, I can try…” He stops and clears his throat like the words have jammed there. “I love you enough to try to get over it. But, if you lie-”
“What the fuck are you accusing me of, Matthew?” I snap, cutting him off. I feel the anger rising in my chest and blink away the hot tears that are beginning to gather. If Matt and I had one thing going for us, it was trust. We’ve never touched each other’s phones, never questioned stories. We just believed in our bond. But I can feel that trust starting to crumble around us and I don’t know what to do.
Matt grabs his phone from the desk and thrusts it into my hands. “Here. Your side piece must have gotten tired of waiting.”
I look down and skim the drama page he has pulled up, my jaw going slack. Someone has been sending in “proof” that I’ve been cheating on him. There are text messages with time stamps and they’ve even included pictures of me sleeping.
I look back at Matt and find him watching my reaction with his eyes low. “These are obviously fake-” I start but Matt stands up and walks past me to his closet.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought too. Until I saw the pictures. Go ahead and tell me that’s not your tattoo.” He’s breathing heavily now and I can tell he’s trying not to cry. “One more chance. Tell me the truth. Did you fuck him?”
“Matt. Please.” I walk over to him and spin him around to face me, feeling his body tense against my touch. “You know me better than this.”
I step closer and draw him to me, wrapping my arms around his waist, and he lets me. He buries his head in my hair and breaks down. Deep body wracking sobs. So I just hold him, not knowing what to do or say. I can’t prove I didn’t send a message and I have no idea where those pictures came from or how to show him they must be old. So I’m stuck.
When he finally calms down, he pulls away from me and walks back to the desk. He drops down and slouches, defeated. “Oh my god.” His face is contorted with pain and I’m not sure if his expression or words make me sicker. “I thought you were the one.”
I stand there helpless for a minute, tears streaming down my face before I finally speak. “I can’t make you believe me. You gotta do that on your own.”
When he says nothing, I nod, not trusting myself to speak, and gather up my belongings. Before I turn to leave, I yank his house key off my chain and place it on his desk without meeting his eyes. As soon as I put my hand on the doorknob, I want to fall to my knees and cry but I push down the feeling and swing the door open.
I wait for him to say something, anything when I leave. I wait for it all the way down the stairs. I’m still expecting it when I reach my car, and I pause and listen for him to chase after me, to fight.
But he doesn’t so I drive home, drop into my bed and cry. And when he still doesn’t the next day or the next, I force myself to get up and figure out a new normal.
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It’s unusually cold for Los Angeles the night he comes, two months later. When I hear his voice spill through the callbox, it takes everything I have not to let my knees buckle. I’ve spent every day of the last couple of months trying to avoid hearing it at all costs.
He speaks again, begging to be let in and I buzz him up without thinking. I run to throw on some sweatpants and then stand with my arms crossed, trying to prepare myself to see his face.
It doesn’t work. Matt walks through the door like a wrecking ball and I’m caught in his wake. He stands awkwardly near the door, shifting from foot to foot.
“What are you doing here, Matt?” My voice sounds exhausted even to me. All the work I’ve done putting myself back together and here he comes toppling me over again.
“I just…” He trails off and begins pacing. “It was your ex. That fucking loser. The picture was old and he-”
“I know.”
“-fucking edited those texts. The motherfucker hit me up trying to-” He pauses finally registering what I said. “What do you mean you know?”
“He called me a few days after we broke up trying to get back together and I finally remembered the picture,” I say, not letting myself look away like I’m dying to.
Matt freezes at this, staring at me in disbelief, before he pulls out a chair from the table and flops down. “But… why wouldn’t you tell me?”
“How did you expect me to do that? Go to Apple headquarters and ask them to unblock me? Email Laura?” I seethe.
“You could've come over. You should have! It changes everything-”
“It changed nothing for me. I already knew I didn’t fucking cheat on you.” My voice cracks slightly but I shake my head. If my mom taught me one thing, it’s to never cry over a boy to his face.
Matt says my name so softly I almost don’t hear it and I cut my eyes back to his. “What do you want me to do? I will do whatever you need to fix this.”
I huff out a humorless laugh at how much I wanted those words and how empty they sound now. “You don’t get to do this to me.”
“Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll go.” He says and I believe him. I don’t think he’d even hesitate.
“I can’t.” Matt stands and advances quickly toward me but I stop him with a hand on his chest. “But, it doesn’t matter. I don’t trust you.”
He winces, clenching his jaw. "I thought you fucking cheated on me! I thought you were throwing everything away.”
“So you threw it away first.”
He raises his voice now, anger and conviction mixing in his tone. “No! I thought all of that and I was still going to stay. That’s how much I wanted you. That’s how much I love you.”
“Then that’s the difference between me and you.” I breathe out a shaky breath, stepping closer to him. “I don’t think that’s love at all.”
His breathing stutters as he moves backward, studying my face. “So that’s it?”
I force myself to shrug. “I think it’s been it. Since the day I walked out of your house crying and you let me.”
He nods again slowly, whispering a quiet "I'm sorry", before turning and heading for the exit. But before he leaves, Matt pauses looking over his shoulder. “Do you think we got this right somewhere in the multiverse?”
I smile weakly, blinking back my tears. “God, I hope so.”
He returns my smile with a sad one of his own before he opens the door and steps out of my apartment for the last time.
When the door clicks shut, I hold my breath and count to five until I’m sure he’s far enough away. Then I let go, dropping to my knees and finally letting myself fall apart.
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calder · 2 months
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In every mainline Fallout game except for New Vegas, players can earn the loyalty of a dog known as “Dogmeat.” As part of the main quest of Fallout 4, Dogmeat assists in tracking down the antagonist, even if the player has never encountered him before. When you leave Kellogg’s home, Nick simply starts talking about Dogmeat as if he’s a known quantity.
Perhaps related to this quirk of the world, Dogmeat is first named in this game when the clairvoyant Mama Murphy recognizes him and addresses him by name. The game’s UI calls him “DOG” until he is recognized by Valentine or Murphy. It seems clear that this german shepherd is somehow an independent agent with a good reputation, or something.
Dogmeat does not have a loyalty quest associated with him, which is how the player would earn the other companions’ perks. However, upon finding Astoundingly Awesome Tales #9 within the Institute, Dogmeat becomes more resistant to damage. While this isn’t coherent or conclusive evidence of Dogmeat being a synth, it’s plainly prompting the audience to consider that idea. In light of these factors, his origins have been fiercely debated among the community.
The skeptics and “hard sci-fi” fans out there would have you believe that he’s merely a famous stray dog who solves crimes. But I believe there's something more remarkable at work.
There's a section in the Fallout 2 instruction book called the Vault Dweller's Memoirs, where the player character of the first game recounts what canonically happened. Due to Fallout’s famously terrible companion AI, if you travelled to Mariposa with Dogmeat, he would consistently run into the force fields and get vaporized. So, in the Memoirs, we learn that this is exactly what became of Dogmeat Prime, in canon. He loyally sprinted into a wall of solid light, and disappeared. What if our buddy simply awoke in a new, confusing place?
In Fallout 2, Dogmeat must be found at the Cafe of Broken Dreams, which is explicitly a liminal space. It appears randomly to travellers in the desert. The NPCs within are frozen in time, such as a young version of President Tandi, who mentions that Ian went to “the Abbey,” an area cut from the game. To gain Dogmeat’s trust, the Chosen One must equip the Vault Dweller’s V-13 jumpsuit, which Dogmeat recognizes as belonging to his dead master. You can also attack him to spawn Mad Max, who claims ownership of the dog. Max fits the description of Dogmeat's original owner given in Fallout.
There’s also the “puppies” perk in Fallout 3, which enables you to restore Dogmeat, in the event of his death. “Dogmeat’s puppy” inherits his base and ref ids. In other words, they ARE the same NPC, just renamed. So, the way this actually articulates is that whenever Dogmeat dies in combat, you can find him waiting for you back at Vault 101. In practice, it’s almost Bombadilian.
Lastly, please consider the following developer context.
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In June of 2021, the dog who performed Dogmeat’s motion capture and voice for Fallout 4 passed away. A statue of her was placed outside of every Vault in the China-exclusive sequel to Fallout Shelter. She still watches over each player.
River's owner, developer Joel Burgess, honored her in a brief thread about her involvement in the game, and shared much about his thought process and design goals while leading the character’s development. The Dogmeat project changed course early on, after Mr. Joel saw a new member of the art team gathering references of snarling German Shepherds. This motivated him to bring River into the studio, so the artists and developers could spend time with her.
He wanted to steer the team away from viewing Dogmeat as a weapon, and towards viewing him as a friend. Everything special about Dogmeat was inspired by River. For example, whenever you travel with Dogmeat, he’s constantly running ahead of you to scout for danger, then turning to wait for you. This was inspired by River’s consistent behavior on long walks. The only way they were able to motivate River to bark for recordings was by separating her from Joel while he waited in the next room. Reading the thread, it’s very clear that he hoped Dogmeat would make players feel safe, encouraging them to explore, and to wonder. In his closing thoughts, he said the following:
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-Joel Burgess
Mr. Joel felt it was important to express that the ambiguity of Dogmeat’s origin in Fallout 4 was deliberately built into his presentation. He also felt it was important that you know Dogmeat loves you. Dogmeat was designed, on every level, to reflect the audience’s inspirations, and to empower their curiosity.
The true lore of Dogmeat is a rorschach test. The only “right” answer is to pursue whatever captures your imagination.
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lucvly · 4 months
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can you do hcs of being chris’ gf and also matt’s and nick’s bff
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— being chris’ girlfriend + matt and nick’s best friend. ⸰ 𖥔 ͙
warnings: fluff, cursing, suggestive, not proofread.
a/n: i love this omg?? keep feeding into my delusions please and thank you.
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— most times, you help them film their videos. you’re not really in them but they all love it when you’re their camera girl.
— when you’re at their house, you have to hang out in chris’ room, otherwise nick and matt are constantly talking to you.
— sometimes you’ll be in the pool with nick and forget your phone around the house, then when chris comes home looking for you, he just finds you out with nick. (“jesus, i thought you got kidnapped or something.” “by your brother, yeah.”)
— movie nights with chris start off normally, just you two cuddling on his bed and watching a random movie you picked out, but somehow nick and matt end up crashing it. chris gets so pissed because they’re interrupting your date but you have to reassure him that it’s fine.
— you’re always in their photo dumps LMFAOO. most of the time, their comments are filled with “spot y/n challenge go.”
— you and chris can’t have a proper date in his house because nick and matt always crash it. so you end up having to hang out at your place or coming up with outside date ideas (museums, picnics, etc.)
— one time you and chris were making out in his room, you were straddling his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck, his hands were on your waist— then suddenly, a loud scream from the door. shit. matt.
— “the door wasn’t even open.” “well it definitely wasn’t shut either, kid.” “shut the fuck up matt.” “dumbass.” “what did you say?”
— sometimes you and chris peacefully fall asleep on call, then you wake up at 3 am because matt stole his phone. he ends up begging you to go to the gas station and get slushies. you do.
— you three have a groupchat LMFAOO chris hates it because matt, nick and you always gang up on him.
— whenever they get in arguments with each other, it’s possibly the worst day of your life. all three of them tell you their side of the argument. (of course you side with your boyfriend, but you appreciate their trust in you LMFAOO.)
— you’ll get calls at midnight from matt asking you to get rid of chris because he’s being extremely annoying. followed up by a call from chris telling you to not listen to matt.
— you go with them on tour obviously. you and chris sleep together despite both of you having your own little bed.
— i feel like chris would be the clingiest boyfriend ever gn, especially if you’re best friends with his brothers LMFAOO.
— you’re always hanging around his house without him even knowing it. this one time he was out for whatever reason and when he came back he found you and matt in the backyard playing pokemon go. safe to say he was confused.
— on a certain occasion, you and chris were baking cookies. after you took them out of the oven, you left them out on the counter to cool down— big mistake. when you came back five minutes later, the cookies were long gone. chris was pissed.
— whenever chris wants to plan some grand gesture or big date, his brothers help him 110%. on one of your anniversaries he filled your room up with balloons and chocolates. like, on an insane level. after the whole celebration you had to call and thank nick and matt for the help.
— despite them denying it, matt and nick think your relationship is so cute. they’re your #1 fans honestly.
— ^ which means they take pictures of you all day every day. chris sends you random ass pictures of you two it’s so funny. (“look at the pic matt took of us lol” “when did he even take that hello????” “idk but we look so cute”)
— chris is head over heels for you and he loves that you have such a good relationship with his brothers. it makes everything a lot easier since you can tag along to trips, tour, and just be with him a lot more.
— whenever chris posts you on social media, he posts the cutest couple pictures. however, the comments always include matt and nick with something along the lines of (“PARENTS” “you’re both disgusting” “get a ROOM”)
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tyunniez · 2 months
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yew shud post that fic trust ‼️‼️❤️
here it is... unfiltered and unedited in all its glory...... enjoy the scraps 😔😔
 You grunted as you walked through the cafeteria, trying to make your way out. for some reason, today was surprisingly full.
 a hand suddenly grabbed you, making you immediately pulled your own hand away. "ynnn, don't avoid my affection!" a familiar voice nagged you.
 you calmed down as you realized it was none other than your friend ji woon. "ugh, stop holding my hand out of the blue like that." he only rolled his eyes as he grabbed your hand once again.
 "yknow people are gonna think we're dating if you keep holding my hand, right?" ji woon smiled brightly at you "i'd like that!" before you could respond a hand slung it's way around your shoulder.
 "where ya going without me?" xin hui suddenly appeared beside you. you side eyed him— annoyed at the two boys affections.
 "ugh let go of me already. I'm going back to my dorm. i'm too tired to deal with this right now.." your whining didn't do shit as they both were still glued to you.
 you immediately face planted on your bed, your bag and shirt on the floor. the two boys welcomed themselves into your dorm as they picked up your bag and shirt and put them where they were supposed to be.
the both of them lay next to you— their phones in hand as they continued doing what they were doing. you dozed off as the sound coming from their phone acted as white noise for you.
 "come on yn, you can take, can't you? just a little more, yes just like that, good boy.." xin hui muttered, your hair balled up in his fist. you batted your eyelashes up at him as you tried your best to fit him all into your mouth.
 suddenly, something big made its way into your hole. this startled you and xin hui took this opportunity to shove it all inside your mouth.
 "shit baby, so fucking tight for me.." ji woon gripped your ass and started smacking it. the pain mixed with pleasure made you see stars.
 meanwhile, ji woon and xin hui looked at each other as you continued grunting in your sleep. "should.. should we wake him up? sounds like he's having a real good dream..." ji woon said while recording a video of you lowkey moaning in your sleep.
 "shit that's so hot.." xin hui said while palming himself through his shorts.
 your eyes fluttered open as you looked towards the camera pointed your way. ji woon stopped recording and decided why not tease you a bit? who knows where it might lead?
 "dreaming about us? you were moaning like a bitch in heat earlier." you stared at him as if a deer that got caught in headlights. your mouth drew into a thin line as you looked down at your boner.
 ji woon and xin hui smiled to one another, a plan already set in their mind. 
 xin hui rubbed your stomach, his finger ghosting over your perked nipples. "shit you're a pervert or what?" xin hui teased. you pouted and shook your head, but they were not buying that.
 xin hui pinched your nipple, "lying's not good." a moaned escaped your mouth from this. your hand quickly shot up to cover any more noise that may come out your mouth.
 ji woon laid near your crotch, his head ever so near your boner. "come on baby.. admit it and we might help you out. just tell us, yn." xi hui hand never left your nips as he fondled with it, his eyes staring back at your own.
 you looked away and nodded— to embarrassed to even looked at them in the eyes.
 "that's a good boy." xin hui mused, the nick name making you more hard than you already was.
 your moans echoed through the dorm, the scent of sweat and sex filled the entire room.
"come on yn, you can take, can't you? just a little more, yes just like that, good boy.." xin hui muttered, your hairballed up in his fist. you batted your eyelashes up at him as you tried your best to fit him all into your mouth.
 you slowly but surely managed to fit him all in, his tip hitting the back of your throat. xin hui grunted as he looked down on you. "fuck.. attaboy."
 ji woon slowly entered into you, your hole welcoming him. you gagged around xin hui as your eyes rolled back. tears drop down your face as the pain and pleasure drive you over the edge.
 "shit baby, so fucking tight for me.." ji woon gripped your ass and started smacking it. the pain mixed with pleasure made you see stars. he began thrusting making you bounce your head on xin hui's cock. 
 xin hui threw his head back as he grunted. he began pulling your hair as he face fucked you. your tears now stained your face, cooling down your flush cheeks.
 "hah shit, ji woon this bitch's fucking crying." ji woon smirked and slowed down his thrust. going painfully slow. "my dick that good?" you nodded while clenching around him.
 who knows how many rounds later.. here you are passed out from exhaustion with their cum dripping out your hole and staining your lips and chin.
 ji woon and xin hui looked at each other as they admired what they did to you. "shit man.. i might get addicted to him..." xin hui nodded his head, agreeing with ji woon.
 "i mean, no pussy I've been in has been this tight! this guy truly takes the cake.." xin hui also commented. "speaking of cake have you seen his? gyat damn.."
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mangosrar · 2 months
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call it what you want pt8.
matt sturniolo x fem reader
an: yall my taglist is not working. trust me i have tried to tag you guys it just won’t let me 💔
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“well this is a sight for sore eyes”.
you had never moved so fast in your life, you launched yourself off of matts lap, scurrying to your feet, turning to face the voice.
“mom, what are you doing here?” you asked out of breath.
“i could ask you the same thing. what are YOU doing here? in the boys locker room, with him?” she said, folding her arms, raising her eyebrows, and pursing her lips, staring straight at your red face.
“we were just-“ you began before matt, stood up cutting you off.
“mrs kats, i’m matt sturniolo” he said, jabbing his hand out for her to shake.
she didn’t even flinch, she just looked down at his hand in disgust, before bringing her eyes back up to his in a jagged stare.
“i know who you are, and i know what you are, and from what i can see you’ve already made your mark on my daughter” she spat.
“mom” you muttered, as a warning for her to stop.
“what? i’m not the one getting into fights, i’m not the one sticking my tongue down someone’s throat in the boys locker room, while that poor girl nurses a broken nose” she said, raising her voice slightly.
she was pissed.
she stared at you for a second, and when you gave in and looked to the floor, swallowing, she moved her gaze over to matt, letting her eyes linger on his for a second before speaking.
out of the corner of your eye, you watched him squirm under her cold regard.
“and as for you, i suggest you stay as far away from my daughter as you possibly can, or i will have your whole world come crashing down and you will land straight on your ass” she sneered at him. her voice was low and intimidating.
any normal person would’ve crumbled under this type of hounding, but whatever voice spoke inside of matt sturniolo’s head, was a fucking menace.
there was a brief pause, both of them just staring at each other, and when you finally looked up, you wished you could’ve took a photo.
your mother stood in front of matt, face hard, with her arms crossed, looking like she was about to ring his neck, and the devil child of matt sturniolo stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and collected, with that shit eating smirk on his face that made your knees a little weak.
you weren’t sure how much longer this stand off was going to carry on for, but the anticipation was eating you alive.
suddenly, matt sucked in a breath, turning away from your mother, and sauntering over to you before placing a kiss on your temple and speaking up.
“i’ll meet you in the car baby” he cooed.
lord have mercy.
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“and i don’t know how she didn’t drag me home by my hair, she just let me go!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air and dropping them back down.
“she didn’t even try to stop you?” nick asked, quirking his brow.
“i mean yeah but she didn’t put up much of a fight, she just told me i shouldn’t go, and that he’s a bad influence and shit” you replied, pulling your knees up to your chest.
“same old story” chris added, not taking his eyes off of his phone.
somehow, you had ended up at the triplets house, without your mother starting ww3. you hadn’t heard a word, from your dad or caden, and it was a little more concerning than you would like to admit.
the 4 of you were in the living room, chris slumped on the couch, playing some game, you and nick sitting on the floor, and matt on the other couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, not even paying attention to the conversation.
neither of you had spoken to each other since the locker room incident. he hadn’t even looked at you.
it was so confusing, because every time you felt like the two of you were getting somewhere, matt would push you back out again.
in a weird way, it was a comforting atmosphere. chris and nick didn’t know, and neither you or matt were prepared to mention it, and realistically, it was better that way.
talking about it would solve nothing. both of you would still hate each other, and you would both still regret it. so what was the point.
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3:46am
this is exhausting. tossing and turning. you just couldn’t fall asleep. the whole day had been playing on your mind. you couldn’t wrap your head around how so much had happened in such a short amount of time.
nick lay next to you dead asleep, chris and matt upstairs in their own rooms. maybe if you just tried to talk to matt, you would stop thinking about it.
imessage
y/n: are you awake?
matt: what do you want.
y/n: can we talk?
matt: sure.
you found yourself outside his bedroom door, too nervous to go in. why? this needed to be done. you were confused and the two of you were just going in swings and roundabouts.
“are you gonna come in or just stand there like a creep?”
fuck.
you pushed the door open, to be met with matt sitting on his bed, with his phone in his hand. this was awkward. you’d never been in his room before, despite knowing him for 10 years. you never had any reason to.
you padded over to him and took a seat on the side of his bed, next to his legs. you sat silent for a second, looking at him and waiting for him to acknowledge you. he sighed and threw his phone down before meeting your eyes.
“um…i wanted to talk about what happened earlier” you spoke, voice shaky.
he just blinked at you, waiting for you to continue.
you sucked in a breath before just accepting defeat.
“i don’t know what’s going on matt. you treat me like shit and act like you hate me, and then you kiss me? you stood up against elijah, but you’re still so cold towards me? what does this mean?” you frowned at him.
he chewed on his lip for a second, dropping his gaze to his hands in his lap.
the truth was, matt didn’t know what was going on either. he was just as confused as you were and it had completely knocked the wind out of him.
“i just kissed you. it meant nothing. you’re thinking way too deep into it. i figured someone would walk in so that’s why i did it” he shrugged. looking at you with no emotion behind his eyes, and it made your heart ache a little.
“but the whole elijah thing…” you trailed off. “i want to be with him, matt, you can’t kiss me and then pretend like it was nothing.”
“that was just to keep up the act y/n. you’re getting ahead of yourself like you always fucking do” he spat. his voice firm.
you dropped your eyes to your feet, as he stood up, walking over to his desk and messing with something.
“you can’t just kiss me matt, it’s not fair” you whispered, still not looking at him.
he scoffed. “why y/n? because you’re scared of finally getting over him?” you snapped your head up to meet his face, his eyebrows raised in question.
“what are you talking about?” you asked, confused expression on your face.
he turned to face you, looking down like he had the upper hand. he shoved his hands in his pockets before taking a breath in.
“don’t try to act dumb y/n. you crave whatever fucking havoc he brings you. and that is the whole reason you want to be back with him” his voice was quiet but harsh.
“what are you saying matt?” you just simply couldn’t understand why he was talking about this. matt kissed you and that was your concern, not what elijah brought to the table.
“you are too fucking weak to walk away from him. you don’t see what he does, but everyone else around you is laughing it up, watching you fall at his fucking feet. he’ll call you mean names, cheat on you, lie to you, humiliate you, then he will wrap you up, tell you he loves you, let you cry in his arms for his behaviour, and you will believe it. just like the 200 fucking times you have before. but it’s okay right? because his presence is the cure to all the damage he’s done” he spat. he was now in your face, seething.
tears brimmed your waterline. the heavy weight of his words, pressed on your chest. partially because it was true. partially because of the fact it was so obvious what he had done to you.
this was not matts call to make. he had no business knowing this and it was definitely not his place to make you feel like this, because out of all the things elijah has done, he has never been as fucking vile as matthew sturniolo.
“yeah that’s right, you’ll cry, and you’ll say ‘you’re right’ and everyone will feel bad for you, and then in a months time when elijah has you under whatever fucking spell it is that makes you fucking swoon, you’ll go back to him, because whatever damage he has done is so deep rooted and rotten inside of you, it is permanent and you will never get rid of it, no matter how had you fucking try.” matt hissed. his words were dripping with venom, and every single one had poked a hole in the small part of you that still had hope for matt being anything less than the most vile human being to ever walk the earth.
the tears were now full force streaming down your face, as you stared at him with wide eyes, desperately trying to process where this was coming from.
matt almost laughed at your state. his face was cold and switched off and the look behind his eyes was nothing but complete loathing.
you couldn’t even string together a sentence, you just sat there weeping like a wounded dog, trying to fathom how someone who never even gave you the time of day, had you all figured out.
the sound of you sobbing, changed something in matt, and it was like he had suddenly snapped out of this evil trance. his face fell, and his chest ached.
he knew it wasn’t your fault. it was familiarity, consistency. elijah was a fucking disease that you couldn’t fight off no matter how hard you tried.
matt breathed and took a step closer to you, placing a hand on the side of your head. “y/n”. he whispered, in a sad tone.
you shoved him off and stood up abruptly, wiping your face. you wasn’t going to let him pull you back in.
“no matt, you got your point across” you spoke with a shakey voice, putting distance between the two of you. he just stared at you with furrowed brows. before reaching a hand out to grab your arm gently, but you pulled away before he even got the chance, and walked out of his room, slamming the door behind you.
he was on your tail instantly, following you down the hallway.
“y/n wait”
no reply.
“i’m sorry, please just stop”
no reply.
“will you fucking stop!” he yelled. reaching out and grabbing your arm just before you got to the stairs.
when you turned around, he almost fell to his knees and begged for forgiveness when he saw you.
your eyes were glossy and red, and your nose and cheeks were pink, and stained with tear lines.
he did this to you.
“what matt? you got a few more in you, go ahead i’m all ears” you yelled back, with a broken voice.
he sighed and shook his head.
“i’m sorry” he whispered. you just laughed sadly and looked up at the ceiling. he wasn’t sorry.
“i didn’t mean what i said” he swallowed.
“oh i think you meant every fucking word so don’t try and lie to me” you spat through clenched teeth.
he just stared at you wide eyed, trying to think of some way he could make this better.
matt wasn’t lying. he was disgusted with what he has said. it was just one of those moments where angry people say mean things.
he watched as your face contoured. brows furrowed. pursed lips. eyes pinched. desperate to hold in any more tears that so dangerously threatened to spil.
you scoffed in his face, and turned, bolting down the stairs and as far away from matt as you could get, he didn’t even try to stop you. he just stood staring at the spot where you used to be.
and suddenly he realised, you would never truly heal. the pain would eventually be gone but the heart shaped scars elijah left behind would never fade.
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LMAOOO SORRY YALL. 😛
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BTS of #RWRBMovie: Storming Kensington
From HELLO:
For Matthew, this scene was an important one, but one that he felt needed a different energy than what is on the page. "It is very similar and it's also simultaneously very different to the book which I think is just one way of describing this entire movie," he says. "Casey said to me after watching it for the second or third time, 'It's like there's my book, and then there's your movie and the two are very, very similar and also very different,' which is good because if the movie was so faithful to the book, it, I don't even think it would please the fans of the book.  "I know that's probably a controversial thing to say but it wouldn't have served the story very well." He continues: "I needed to observe the logic of a film and trust that I had internalized the emotional truths of the book and the Storming of Kensington in the book is a lot more chaotic and Alex is highly charged.  "When we were in rehearsals, and Taylor and Nick and I began to really delve into that scene, we realized quickly that if Alex came on that strong then Henry, given where he is mentally, would simply say, 'well, get out,' and kick Alex out. So we knew implicitly that we needed to do a different version of that scene, one in which Alex isn't at all certain of success.  "In the book, Alex is willing to burn down the castle in order to get what he wants, and although the scene actually uses a lot of dialogue from the book, our Alex in the film knows that if this doesn't work, their relationship is over. So he's a little more careful with Henry, more fearful, and Henry is more heartbroken, and those decisions really determined everything else that followed in the scene." 
From Glamour:
Galitzine, meanwhile, says his most rewarding time on set came during the film's emotional climax, when Alex and Henry must decide if—and how—they're going to move forward in their relationship. “It's the emotional height of the movie in a lot of ways, and sometimes as an actor, you can very much get in your head about that,” he says. “But Taylor really was just so emotionally present that it helped me. We got to a vulnerable, beautiful space. Those kinds of moments are where you drift into a level of truth and sincerity that feels very real. That's what we're always aiming for.”
From I’ve Never Said this Before With Tommy DiDario:
ML: We had to break for lunch, and we haven't finished the scene and I was really, really worried that we were gonna come back from lunch and I would've lost them and never re-captured what was happening on set before lunch. And it was the pivotal part of the scene, the end where Alex makes an ultimatum to Henry. We got back on set and we started filming again and instantly in the first take, after lunch, Taylor started crying and Nick was facing away from him and he heard Taylor, and Nick started crying. The back half of that scene is so beautiful because they're doing such great work and I really had a difficult time cutting it because there was such beautiful, nuanced work from both of them. What's so remarkable about it is they had just had lunch, and they came right back into it and they were more dialled in, more in touch with each other than before. It was pretty remarkable. I have to say that was the moment I knew that whatever happened with this movie, those two actors would be fine in their careers.
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ok so we all know Jake is possessive as shit but is it just me that can see him eventually getting to a point where he’s out with his girl and is like yeah baby get those free drinks
like he knows you’re going home with him and him only and he’s got an eye on you if the situation were to go south. but he just has to hold back a laugh when the guy who bought the drinks realizes you have a boyfriend/husband
wkfhskdjsk no, because i can see him getting there as well!! jake might be possessive as shit (because his), but i firmly believe he 100% gets to that point - just because he is there looking out for you in case anything gets out of hand, and c’mon he trusts you 100% - so it just becomes fun for him to watch.
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“Can I buy you a drink?”
You are standing by the bar, tapping your card on the counter in habit while waiting for the bartender, Kevin, to finish up with the customer he is currently serving when you hear the voice sidle up beside you.
“Thanks, but I got it,” you take a glance towards the stranger on your right, flashing a polite smile. He is good looking no doubt, but you aren’t interested.
“C’mon, no lady should need to buy her own drinks,” the stranger tries again, while propping a forearm onto the bar counter, his body turning, stance open to face you in a casual confidence.
“What can I get you?” Kevin brings his attention to you both. You open your mouth to speak, but the stranger gets there before you do.
“I’ll have a beer, and whatever she’s having,” he drawls, confidently. You hazard another glance towards him only to receive a wink in return.
“I ca-”
“I insist,” he cuts you off almost immediately and you take in his stance, the insistence radiating off his being and you shrug, before turning to Kevin, whose lips now bear an amused quirk; something that one would think is a showcase of amusement at the scene unfolding in front of him, but you know better.
“The usual?” Kevin cuts in, his lips now split into a toothy grin.
“Sure,” you shrug, relenting and Kevin nods lightly, hand already reaching for the card machine, fingers punching in numbers, before he proffers the machine to the stranger who taps his card against the reader.
“So, you come here often?” The stranger asks, and you shrug nonchalantly,
“Now and then.”
“I’m Nick,” he introduces himself, body shuffling forward and closer to you. You smile to be polite, but don’t offer up your own name in response.
“So are you going to give me a name?” Nick asks, leaning forward slightly. It makes you slide back just an inch, “it’s the least you could do.”
“Alright, three beers,” you are saved from responding as Kevin thunks down the uncapped bottles down in front of you both, sliding one towards Nick, and the other two towards you.
“Your usual is two beers?” Nick tilts his head, eyes darting from the sweating bottles and back to you.
“Yup,” you pick the bottles up, one in each hand, nodding a thanks to Kevin, who you note has a lazy wide grin on his face of someone who had seen this happen one too many times “our usual is a beer each” you say simply, while tilting your chin towards the back of the space.
You watch it unfold, Nick’s eyes following the direction of the tilt of your chin, before landing on one Jake Seresin, lounging in his seat, back leaning against the wall, marinating in a quiet kind of smugness, his gazed fixed on you. 
“Thanks for the beers though,” you say, with a small upward curve of your lips, eyes taking in Nick’s jaw which has unhinged itself, as his mind whirls, no doubt the collect itself, “they are, very much appreciated.”
You clink one of the bottles you are holding in a hand against Nick’s own which is still standing on the counter before pivoting on your heel to pick your way back to Jake.
“Who should I be thanking this time darlin?” Jake greets you, his eyes dancing with mirth as you set both bottles down on the table.
“You’ve started to enjoy this a bit too much,” you say, as you squint up, eyes narrowing slightly, at Jake who pulls a bottle off the table and raises it in the air, no doubt at Nick, who you are sure, has post the thanks from Jake, scurried off in annoyance.
“It’s a treat,” Jake drawls, reaching over to slide his fingers beneath your chin, tiling your head up and towards him, before tugging your face lightly towards his own; you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning lightly across your own lips, “free drinks, and the knowledge that they’ll never have you because you’re mine,” he chuckles lowly, before brushing his lips against yours, the ending to his sentence something you feel against your own lips, “nothing more a man could ask for.”
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brothers bestfriend - c.s
nathan’s sister! reader
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you knew it was wrong.
or, at least your brother tried to convince you it was wrong. but you tended to follow your heart rather than the words that came out of nate’s mouth.
and unfortunately for him, your heart led you straight into the arms of his best friend.
chris treated you fantastically. especially for someone that has never been in a serious relationship before.
however because of chris’ lack of commitment, nate didn’t like the idea of having to hate his best friend because he broke his sister’s heart.
he was fully aware of the ‘sneaking around’ that you and chris did and he made sure to voice his dislike for it every single time.
as a brother, it was his unofficial job to try and intimidate whoever was given the opportunity to have your heart. knowing it was one of his closest friends made him want to take his job a lot more seriously.
nick and matt have been fully supportive of your relationship, praising you for being able to break chris out of his shell and get him to open up to you. they knew of his fear of being someone’s significant other but they also knew of nathan’s fear of seeing you get your heart broken.
while they understood both sides, they chose not to get too involved. not even when nate walked down the stairs of your house and saw chris with his arm around your shoulder, his head leaning against yours as he whispered so he wouldn’t distract his brothers from the movie playing.
“don’t do that.” he mumbled.
you sighed heavily as chris pulled away, “nathan—“
“no, yn.” he left no room for argument, “separate.”
“you’re not my dad.” you turned around to face him, your knees sinking into the couch as he glared at you from the kitchen. “don’t talk to me like that.”
“no, but i am your older brother. and since mom and dad aren’t here, you have to do what i tell you.”
you hated how he spoke to you. yes, he was your older brother, but only by a year. why did he get to choose whether or not you dated chris? it was bullshit.
“you’re so annoying.” chris reached out for you as you stood up to walk upstairs to your bedroom.
“yn—“
“don’t talk to me!”
“baby—“ chris didn’t spare anyone a glance as he followed after you. best idea? probably not. but nate wasn’t his top priority at the moment, he’d talk to him once he settled things with you.
matt blew out a breath of air, “nate…”
he loved you like a sister and chris was his brother. he saw the love you two had for each other and while he was also a bit worried of how things could end between you two, he knew better than to jinx it.
“are you okay with this?” nate asked, his chest pushed outwards.
he wasn’t a naturally angry person, by any means. but the more he saw you and chris, the more upset he got. he would definitely be there for you if things ended horribly, but he didn’t want it to get to that point. he figured, why not end it before you get there?
“it’s not our business, man.”
“she’s my sister—“
“and he’s our brother and your best friend.” nick cut him off, pausing the movie as he did so, “we love yn like a sister, okay? if we didn’t think they were good for each other, we wouldn’t put either of them in that position.”
“do you not trust him? what’s going on?” matt tried to figure him out.
nate’s jaw clenched. of course he trusted chris, just not with your heart.
“chris has never been in a serious relationship before. and yn puts all her love into every guy she’s ever dated. i don’t want him breaking her heart.”
“but how do you know that’s going to happen? you see how he looks at her, man. i don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
nicks words made sense. he did see that. and he secretly appreciated that chris could be there for you when he wasn’t around.
he just couldn’t accept it.
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chris looked down at you with soft eyes before his attention was abruptly taken away by a knock of the door.
if it wasn’t his gut telling him it was nate, the annoyed groan that came from you sure did.
“i don’t want to talk to him.”
“we’re gonna have to, baby.” he spoke into your hair, slowing sitting up.
“can i come in?”
“you’re going to anyway.”
as the door open, nate being the person behind it, your heart nearly fell out of your ass as you realized the talk you’ve been dreading was about to happen.
nate made himself comfortable at your desk chair, you and chris sitting on your bed.
what you thought was going to be something you guys eased into, turned out to be something different as your brother spoke up,
“it’s not that i don’t like it.” he started, “it’s that i don’t like the idea of my little sister getting hurt by you.”
“its only a year, nathan.”
he rolled his eyes. no matter how serious the situation, you would never let the fact of him being only a few months older than you go.
“whatever. you’re still my little sister but that doesn’t mean i should have spoken to you like that. so, i’m sorry.” you nodded thankfully at his apology. his attention turned to chris, “you’re my best friend, chris. and as your best fiend, i know everything about you. i know you’ve never been in a real relationship, i know about your commitment issues and because i know that- i don’t want my sister being your first mess up.”
chris nodded along. despite growing up with just brothers, he seemed to know where he was coming from.
“i wouldn’t hurt her. not only because i love her, but because i know how much i would be risking if i did.”
your heart sped up.
he loves you?
“if i didn’t think i could give her the love she deserves and she couldn’t give me what i need and deserve, i wouldn’t go against your wishes of me being with her. it’s probably not something you want to hear from your friend but i love your sister.”
he looked away from nate, turning to you, eyes full of honesty
“i love you.”
“i love you too.” you whispered back. you sniffled lightly, tears threatening to spill.
nate watched the interaction. his mind telling him to stick with his initial thoughts but his gut told him to leave it be.
if he turned out to be right, he would be there for you either way. on one hand, he may have that i told you so moment. but at the end of the day, you were sister. and he would do anything for his sister. even if it meant allowing you to date his best friend.
chris was everything but a liar, he would know, he’s been friends with him for years- the kid sucked at lying.
he stood up, hands wiping at his pants. his movements caught your attention.
“what are you doing?”
“i will hurt you if you hurt her.” he spoke directly to chris.
chris’ shoulders sagged with relief as he pulled him into a hug.
you couldn’t hold back your smile as you joined, jokingly jumping around as you knew it would irritate your brother more.
“okay, that’s enough of that.” he pulled away.
“what i do need is for you guys to keep the PDA to a minimum. that’s shits disgusting.”
“i’m sure we can work with that.”
“and keep the door open.” he called out as he began to walk away, “i shouldn’t have to explain why, yeah?”
once you were certain he was gone, you turned to chris with a smile,
“so you love me, huh?”
“oh god.” he flopped back on your bed with a bright smile, “don’t start.”
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