⮱ chew more gum, you're sexy - matt sturniolo

matt ends his stream with a sigh, tossing his headphones onto the desk. his hoodie’s all bunched at the sleeves, hair flattened where the headset sat too long. he yawns as he walks over, rubbing at his eyes.

you’re stretched out on his bed, phone in hand, barely paying attention—until you catch a glimpse of his mouth.

his lips part around a yawn, and your stomach flips.

he’s chewing gum.

slow. lazy. the way his jaw works—sharp, a little slack. his tongue flicks the gum to the side, wet and glistening.

your thighs press together without thinking.

making out with hamzah is one of your favorite things. it’s the way his hands can’t help but touch almost every part of your body, or maybe how he gives you such wet and sloppy kisses because he just can’t get enough of you.

you’re always sitting on his lap, you feel so small and feminine in his lap. and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re insanely horny or not but hamzah’s arms just look so much bigger than usual, the way they’re practically begging for you to bite them. “you’re so perfect.” you mumble out, you feel hazy and tired, you’ve been making out for thirty minutes now but you swear you could go for another thirty. “you’re the perfect one baby.” hamzah brings his right hand to your ass and gives it a good firm slap before squeezing it. it kind of hurts but you’re too fucked up to care.

“i want you so bad.” your breath hitches as hamzah brings his lips to your neck, kissing you like it’s the last time his lips will ever touch you. he’s always been so desperate and hungry when he kissed you, you loved it though. “yeah?” his voice is deep but quiet at the same time, he knows what he’s doing.

“yes, so bad.” you let your head fall back with the movement of hamzah’s head in your neck, he was probably leaving marks at this point but you didn’t even care. “gotta beg for it baby.”

childhood sweethearts

summary: you and chris have been best friends since pre school, but your relationship had taken a new turn. you tried to hide it, but a family party at your parents house reveals all.

warnings : suggestive. fluff. swearing. slight angst. mentions of your family.

you were fucking your best friend.

there was no other way to put it.

and you were fucking him good. so good. too good.

it had started as soon as he turned 21. something inside of you changed. of course, you would never deny he was attractive to look at. all three of them where. you had grown up with them your entire life but you weren’t blind. you could appreciate when someone was attractive. but ending up panting and moaning in his bed was not on your 2024 bingo card. or ever, matter of fact.

it had been because you were both drunk, you had both said the next morning.

“happy birthday” you had joked, as you slid out of his bed that next morning, stark fucking naked with hickeys on your collarbone. he had laughed and threw your tshirt at you, and nothing between you changed.

until a week later, and you woke up in his bed again.

“did i satisfy you that well?” he had joked.

the third time, you both laughed.

“we better not make a habit of this” you had said.

but by the forth time, you lingered that next morning. he didn’t want you to leave. you didn’t want to leave.

and by the fifth time, which was approximately 30 minutes into lingering around after the forth tine morning, you were done for.

months passed and you were fucking him almost daily. a lot of the time at your own apartment, a silent confirmation between you both you didn’t want anyone else catching onto what you were doing. but it wasn’t just the sex. it was the longing text messages. it was the secret thigh and hand holding under a table. it was the quick glances and smirks when no one was looking. it was the stupid fucking pounding of your heart every second of the day.

you had told yourself it was because you were both bored. winter had come around, you weren't going out as much as you used to, you were both busy with work. you were both a little release in a cold winter. but it was when you all flew home to boston for the christmas and new year, and he secretly grabbed your hand behind your back when you were watching the fireworks on his parents back garden, the back garden you had grown up in, throwing mud at each other and eating ice creams, that this was becoming more than just casual sex.

when you had gotten back to LA, things had shifted. you cuddled together more often than not, he held your hand when you were out and alone in quiet spaces, he pulled you into his chest so he could play with your hair and you could feel the warmth of his body. you had even stopped trying to hide your new turn in the relationship from matt and nick. they never asked, never questioned, they just watched. by standers in what to them was clearly a growing shift between the two of you. he was your safe person. your safe space.

but neither of you said a word.

so when the butterflies run through your stomach at your moms party, you dont know if to throw up or act upon it.

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the sun was shining on your childhood back garden and the chatter was loud. you hadn't been home since christmas and the first hint of sun and their daughter being home had your parents hosting a family gathering, just like they did when you were kids. your family where bustling around you, people were drinking, a ray of cups or soda cans littering the garden table already and music was playing softly. but you were disengaged. of course, it was without saying that the triplets would be here. your mom had treated those boys like her sons when you were growing up and she had such a protective streak over them, especially considering their now fame. it was not even a question or a doubt when you announced you were going to move to LA with them, to purse your own career too. your parents trusted them more than anyone else.

but as you sipped your glass, generously full with your favourite alcoholic drink, your legs began to twitch. when you were home for christmas, it had been easy. you were both so busy with your families that it was probably the one time over the last 8 months you had been able to keep yourself separated. but not this time. chris has snuck out your childhood bedroom this morning and down the stairs to your front garden with a giggle on his lips like you were 16 years old and your parents had no idea who he was. fucking him in your childhood bedroom, trying to keep quiet so your fucking parents couldn't hear you, had bought up stronger feelings than ever. you couldn't be apart from him. and he couldn't you.

"are you okay, m'love?" you mom asked as she walked past you. she was doing her usual hosting, making sure everyone was okay, make sure the music was fine for everyone and all the different age groups of your family around you.

"mm?" you ask, looking up.

"you seem ... on edge" she looked down at you with genuine concern, but you smiled, taking a sip of your drink.

"im good, mom. promise. sorry. do you need help with anything?" you asked.

and it was as if right on queue, that they arrived. it was nick who screamed your moms name first, a huge smile over her face when she turned and saw all three triplets walking over to her, but your head snapped immediately to his. its like he'd done it on purpose, or where you just absolutely insane? but either way, he was wearing your favourite outfit. the sweatshirt that you always tried to, and usually successfully steal, but he'd always take it back. just so you could play the whole game again.

"oh, my boys" she beamed, walking over and grabbing each of them in turn for a hug. they were all so gentle and sweet with her. "can you please sort out my daughter?" she asked now, looking back at you. chris speaks immediately.

"whats up?" he asks, looking at you intensely, but you roll your eyes, standing up and heading straight to him to give him a friendly hug.

"im fine." you say, pulling out of the embrace quickly. your mom had eyes like a hawk, one sight of anything different, she'd be the first to know. as you look at him briefly before moving over to hug matt, he sees it too. he knows.

you hug both matt and nick and your mom makes herself scares, telling them to help themselves to food and drinks as the usually, a laugh escaping all of you and her comments, but it isn't long before your family are pulling the triplets from pillar to post. they were genuinely part of your family by this point, and your family missed them as much as they missed you.

so you drank.

you stupidly fucking drank and drank.

and stupidly kept the triplets topped up to. walking past them every now and then and passing them fresh beers, nick fresh white claws, all the whilst getting through your own drinks like they were going out of fashion. after a couple of hours passed, your general feelings has subsided. you were doing a good job of avoiding chris the best you could so to not draw any attention to you, and everyone was in high spirits.

but when you stupidly caught his eye for a little too long, the alcohol surging through your system, you knew it was game over. you sat down, your parents on the chairs to your left, everyone laughing and engaging in conversation when he came and sat beside you. his legs spreading, knees knocking with yours, a slight lean on the arm of the chair closest to you. and you too, opened your legs a little wider, your knee connecting with his and resting their perfectly, leaning across so your shoulders touched.

your eyes stayed away from him, closing on your close family around you. thankfully the music was loud enough that you couldn't work out what anyone was really saying to each other unless you fully engaged yourself, so you knew no one would hear you two either.

"avoiding me, pretty princess?" he asked, a smirk you had to hide with your drink.

"avoiding me?" you reply back, a scoff escaping him.

"reckon anyone would notice if we went upstairs?" he said, the hint of beer hitting your nose letting you know he'd leaned closer. so your turn, your faces inches apart.

"feeling brave, are you?" you ask. he smirks, eyes looking down at you and then around you. but when he stops short, a smile illuminating his lips and he slowly pulls back, you already know. your heart stops.

"another drink, or you good?" he asks, his sultry voice now gone. you cough, sitting up.

"im good, thanks." showing him your full drink. his beer bottle was too full. he looked down at it, his mind thinking fast before he let out a laugh. his nervous laugh.

"im gonna get some food. starving." he says, and then he scrambles off. you watch him. you watch his strides as he enters your kitchen, the way he claps hand with someone who you can't quite see, and then you turn around. your moms eyes, burning into you like a stake.

you smile, going to stand yourself up, but a giddy look appears across her face. her hand immediately slaps on your own.

"mom" you say, but she shakes her head, leaning towards you.

"is he the boyfriend?" he asks, her eyes scanning the room so know one else can hear you.

"what boyfriend?" you ask, puzzled. she laughs.

"you've had a glow about you the last two visits. and when you call. both me and your dad noticed it. we haven't said anything in hopes you'll tell us but" she pauses, eyes scanning to the kitchen where chris has just walked. "is it chris?"

the butterflies running through your stomach almost make you sick. glow? had it been that obvious? you had tried, so hard, to not let anything show. tried to even gaslight yourself into thinking the whole thing was just casual, but your moms words where confirmation that it wasn't, at all.

"no, mom. its not."

she shrugs. she doesn't believe you.

"excuse me" you said, and she only laughs as she turns around, settling into conversation with everyone else around the table. you don't care about anyone else, your legs go into auto pilot as you stand yourself up, placing your drink down onto the table and heading towards the kitchen. your eyes scan but the room is empty, and you know damn well he didn't walk out back into the garden. so your legs carry you further, through into the living area, around the corner up the stairs and straight towards your bedroom door. one small push of the handle and he swings it open, pulling you inside, slamming you against the door as he recluses it.

his lips are on yours in seconds, and you can't help it, your hands instantly grab his hair as his hands come to your waist, squeezing tightly as his body presses you against the door. you're frantic, the alcohol running through your system, but you know this won't go further. not now.

when your kiss finally slows, and he rests his head on your forehead, you're both breathless. looking at each other, he gives you a smile.

"she notice?" he asks.

you pause for a second. "yeah."

"think we got away with it?" he asks. you don't say anything. "no?"

you smile faintly. "shes known since christmas, i think."

he closes his eyes, his jaw muscles tightening. but his forehead never once leaves yours. you wait. because you're scared if you speak, you won't be able to stop yourself.

"when do we expect defeat, y/n?" he asks now, eyes opening and his forehead finally leaving yours.

"what?" you ask. your hearts in your damn throat. he takes a step back, turning and walking towards your window. it faces the front of the house so unless anyone has gone round to the driveway, they won't see him. he doesn't answer, just stares. you stay pressed against the door until the silence becomes to much.

"chris-" but he stops you, turning around.

"what the fuck are we doing?" he asks. "you're my bestest friend in the world but i dont think it should feel ... like this?"

you gulp. "like what?"

"like im in love with you."

you let out a shaky breath, and then you can't help the laugh that falls from your lips.

"jesus christ," you say. "who'd have thought it, huh?" you walk towards him, and he looks at you wearily before you wrap your arms around his neck. "i feel like im in love with you too." you say.

he stares at you, his eyes scanning your entire face before he lets out a groan, picking you up and throwing you down onto your bed. a squeal escapes you as you don't expect the motion, before you're laughing as he straddles over you, pinning your arms behind your head.

"why the fuck has it taken us so long to fucking say it" he says, looking at you intensely. you're uncomfortable as fuck, legs hanging off the bed as your back is in a slanted angle, but somehow you never want to leave this spot.

"the sex just too good, makes you forget maybe" you tease, and he rolls his eyes as he lets go of your hands, standing off the bed. you sit yourself up, looking at him as he runs his hands through his hair before he holds his hand out to you.

"come on" he says, and you take his hand, allowing him to pull you up and over to him, smoothly placing his arm around your shoulder. "im sick of acting like this isn't happening"

you chuckle. "do you think matt and nick know?"

he rolls his eyes. "the way you scream my name sometimes, babe, i think they've known since day one."

you jab his side with your finger, and he laughs as he tries to move away. but when you reach out and grab his t-shirt, he swiftly pulls you into his chest.

"this might be a stupid questions," he asks, looking at you with a grin, "but will you change your title from best friend to girlfriend?"

stupid fucking question indeed.

"happily."

I CANT🥹🥹🥹 I NEED A PART TWO.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 nap with me

toodles sluts :)

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matt is already half-asleep by the time you crawl into bed beside him, one arm lazily reaching out to pull you in. his body is warm, radiating heat under the soft covers, and he sighs in relief when you finally settle against him.

“c’mere, sweetheart,” he mumbles, voice all thick and sleepy. “jus’ wanna hold you.”

you let him, let him tuck you into his chest where his heartbeat is slow and steady beneath your ear. but now that you’re here, all wrapped up in his warmth, you can’t help but admire him.

his face is soft, relaxed, eyelashes fluttering every so often as he drifts between being awake and asleep. his hair is messy, sticking up a little from tossing around in bed, and his lips are slightly parted like he’s too tired to keep them shut.

he just looks so cute like this.

so, naturally, you start kissing him.

first, a soft peck on his forehead. then another on his cheek. then a third, right on the tip of his nose.

matt groans, shifting slightly. “sweetheart…” he grumbles, voice muffled against the pillow.

you grin. “what?”

his eyes barely crack open, just enough to give you a tired look. “tryna sleep.”

“and?” you kiss the corner of his lips. “you look too cute. i can’t help it.”

he sighs dramatically, rolling onto his back and dragging you with him so you’re sprawled half on top of him. “you’re impossible,” he mutters, but there’s no real annoyance in his voice—if anything, it’s laced with amusement.

you kiss his cheek again, then his jaw, then right beneath his ear. each kiss is met with a little grunt, a sleepy hum, or a quiet sigh. he’s so soft like this, pliant and warm and so, so cuddly.

matt groans, rubbing a slow hand down your back. “you’re s’posed to be lettin’ me sleep.”

“i am.” another kiss, this time to his nose. he scrunches it up, making you giggle.

he huffs. “no, you’re not.”

“then stop me.”

he cracks one eye open again, staring at you for a long moment like he’s trying to work up the energy to do something about it. instead, he just sighs and buries his face in your shoulder.

“can’t,” he mumbles, words slurring together. “too tired.”

you giggle, threading your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. he hums at that, melting even further into you like a big, sleepy cat.

“feels good,” he murmurs.

“yeah?” you scratch a little deeper, and he lets out a happy little sigh, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

his breathing slows a little, his body growing heavier beneath yours, and you think maybe he’s finally drifting off. but then—

“sweetheart?”

“hmm?”

he lifts his head just enough to press a kiss to your temple. “you’re gonna nap with me, right?”

you hesitate, but only for a second. “i dunno, i’m not that tired.”

matt groans, tugging you down until your head is fully resting against his chest again. “don’t care,” he mumbles. “jus’ stay.”

you smile, pressing one last soft kiss to his collarbone before settling in. “okay. i’ll stay.”

he lets out a satisfied sigh, rubbing slow circles against your back as he finally—finally—lets himself drift off to sleep.

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DESPERATE

bsf!matt x reader 𓂃 3.6k words

contains. making out, blowjob, handjob, unprotected sex, creampie

Man I knew I had a type

chris sturniolo drabble

before tour

the room was hushed. the air lays heavy on your bare skin, you and chris both spent an entire day together in bed. fucking and cuddling. but as the night grows darker and every second needs to be counted, chris's chest starts feeling tight, knowing tomorrow he'll wake up and have to leave you for a whole month.

chris makes sure his finger tips roam around every little part of your body, memorising the way your soft skin feels against his. he needs this. he doesn't want to talk about how he is going to miss you, or how it'll be so hard for him to not feel you for so long, or how he is probably going to cry every few days because he will miss you so much.

its always been hard for him to communicate or express his feelings, especially when they are so deep and important to him. you made sure he never felt pressured to do so.

his rough hands wander aimlessly over your skin. his head down on your shoulder, not sure if he wants to face you right now. his touch growing desperate with a small groan leaving his lips.

he places small and hurried pecks around the crook of your neck, your collarbone and your shoulder.

his takes your skin between his teeth, biting on it softly. it was then when you felt a warm drop of water fall on you.

you feel your heart clench hearing a sniffle come from his direction, but you stay still. hands tangled in his hair pulling him closer.

he feels you pull him closer and gives in, silently sobbing under your touch.

"its okay baby" your hand rubs small circles on his back, making him shiver and shake his head to reply.

your still slick bodies insanely close together, you can feel his heartbeat against your ribs.

chris’s arms tighten around your body, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

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i love a man who cries

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— hamzah wants something to watch when he misses you

warnings: mention of wet dreams but nothing in depth lol