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HOW DO I BREATHE ??
A story in which a messy breakup lands you in your best friend’s Boston apartment a year after high school, and you find yourself face-to-face again with Christopher Sturniolo—your first love. As your paths cross again, the bitterness of how you left him still lingers, fueling every hated glance. But with your best friend dating his brother, you know is there’s no escaping Chris—or the tension that refuses to die. Is this revival destined to reignite, or will it crumble under the weight of your unresolved past?
A week passes in a blur of days spent shopping and late nights half-heartedly scrolling through streaming platforms. You and Ava have mostly been lying low, letting the dust settle after the chaotic party where you first ran into Chris again. Still, life trudges on—your breakup wounds scab over bit by bit, and Chris remains a frustrating fixture you occasionally see, thanks to Matt’s involvement with Ava.
Tonight, though, you’re supposed to forget about all that.
Ava bounces into your bedroom, brandishing a bottle of cheap vodka like it’s her prized possession. “Guess who scored a last-minute invite to that frat party?” she singsongs, tapping her foot in excitement. “You and me, babes. I heard it’s super fun—though it might be more about the free booze than anything.”
You glance up from your phone, arching an eyebrow. “Isn’t this the college we were thinking of applying to after our gap year?”
so. good.
Matthew sturniolo is passionate in everything he does
The pale light of the sun gently spills through the window, casting a soft, ethereal glow across the room. Its delicate rays stretch lazily across the floor, wrapping the space in a warm, almost tender embrace that seems to soothe every corner, filling the air with a quiet comfort.
“Matt” you breathe out, your hands wrapped around the headboard of the bed, one leg over Matt’s shoulder, other foot on the bed bent at the knee. “I know baby— feels good don’t it?” he speaks gently, slow strokes to match.
The thing about Matt was, anytime you had sex he always made sure it was intimate and passionate. He loved to make you feel good and savour the moment. And you loved it too.
He never rushed to make you or himself finish, he always went slow as if you were a piece of art he needed to perfect. Your eyes shut as you fully immerse into the pleasure, your body and the bed slightly moving each time he thrusted up into you. Groans fell past his lips as he rolled his head down.
“God can never get tired of this” he whispers out. You whine slightly in response as he gentle brushes against your cervix with each thrust. “So good fuck” your head digs into the pillow behind you, neck extended as you moan. His fingers caress your cheek gently, brushing a hair behind your ear as he watches you in awe.
The way your face contorts and you bite your lip as he hits that one sweet spot within you has him near nutting inside you. He’s making you feel this way. He’s pleasuring you. No one else, just him. And he’s passionate about it.
You flutter your eyes open and gaze up at Matt, pure and utter lust in his eyes. “Matt, I’m so c-close— fuck” you moan out, biting your lip after. He grunts and drops his head forward, watching himself slide in and out of you. The leg on his shoulder slightly twitches beside his head.
His hand finds its way to where your bodies are connecting, his thumb drawing slow, deliberate circles. You shut your eyes, body convulsing beneath him. “Fuuuuckkk” you groan out, back arching off the bed. “S’okay baby, let go and just feel” Matt coos, placing a kiss your forehead. Your whole body spasms underneath Matts form as you release.
He continues fucking you through your high, before his releases inside of you with a groan. “Atta girl” he says with a smile, kissing your cheek as you pant out. You slide your leg off his shoulder and let out a deep sigh. “Do you need anything?” Matt asks as he heads to the bathroom to get a damp cloth. “No thank you” you breathe out, slightly overheated from what just happened.
After all, Matthew Sturniolo is passionate in everything he does.
Including you.
i found this earlier today and i haven’t been able to stop coming back to kick my feet, i NEED him🧎🏻🧎🏻 (this has artist!chris written all over it)
petition for all editors to edit the boys to $B more often? thank you!
OHHHH MYYYY
★ warnings: YEARNING, cursing, angst, use of marijuana, use of alcohol, mentions of cheating, ( i give up )
note: honestly wrote this cause i'm a certified yearner, so expect nothing!
You lean against a kitchen counter at another influencer’s house, contemplating whether to get a refill or not. You’re feeling a bit tipsy, but you know it’ll wear off in ten minutes if you don’t get another punch. Before you can decide, a familiar voice cuts through the low hum of the party.
“Oh my god, look who finally decided to show up!”
You barely have time to react before Tara wraps you in a quick but firm hug. She smells like vanilla and weed, her signature scent, and when she pulls back, she studies you with a smirk. “You good?”
You hesitate. It’s not a simple question, and you both know it. “Yeah. Just needed a drink.” You gesture vaguely to the half-empty cup in your hand.
Tara hums knowingly, leaning against the counter beside you. “Mm. I feel that. But I think what you really need is outside.”
You raise a brow. “Outside?”
THEY REMOVED ZSTAR FROM THEIR BIOS!!!!!!
guys can we party ?!
The tags are crazy rn😭😭 ppl shading eachother, ppl giving criticism, pplz posting fics in hope that it will smooth the aftermath of yesterday over😭 we a mess
how it feels logging on tumblr every day
