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This is giving Nick holding Matt’s kid until they cry or need a diaper change; He’s like “yup I’m out” lol #AlwaysAnUncleNeveraDad
(And the “I know” by matt at the end it’s so reassurin😭)
Pairing: Cocky!Player!Chris x Reader
Word count: 4.5k+
Summary: chris hand always been a player. Would that change once he becomes famous? -no.
Warnings: smut, player!Chris, influencer!Reader, party, mentions of drinking/tobacco/weed, pet names (ma, pretty boy, pretty lady, sweetheart, etc.), bathroom sex, semi public, oral m!receiving, fingering, p in v (protected), praise kink, swearing, no use of y/n, no oc, written in 2nd pov
(A/N: English is not my first language, and I always appreciate feedback enjoy! love y'all)
Chris had always been sort of a fuckboy.
And with his growing fame it wasn’t getting any better.
Chris has a huge ego. Sure people would always say him and his brothers are nice and humble, but that doesn’t mean Chris can’t be cocky at times.
He didn’t drink. He was underage, though in LA nobody really cared about that anyway. He just didn’t like drinking.
Chris and his brothers would always be invited to some random LA parties.
At first Chris never wanted to go. He didn’t like partying. He didn’t like the smell of alcohol, tobacco and weed.
However he soon came to realize that his looks and fame would get girls swooning over him.
He was being a player and he knew it. However none of the girls he’s ever been with complained.
He made sure they know that it would be a one night stand, and that he doesn’t date. And it worked for him.
★ ★ ★
You were an upcoming YouTuber and influencer. You were starting to gain more and more followers. People were starting to notice you more
You were known for your humor and your witty comebacks.
And as much as you would like to deny it, People didn’t just loved you for your personality, but they also loved your body.
You were gorgeous, To put it lightly.
So obviously when Chris saw you on his for you page a week ago, picking out an outfit to put on for some place you were going to that day, he thought you were hot.
Not that he’d do anything about it.
He wasn’t the type of guy to slide into someone’s dm’s. Because quite frankly he didn’t care that much.
★ ★ ★
But when he saw you at the party he was attending tho…
You’d been carelessly dancing. You weren’t drinking, even tho you were 21. You didn’t want to drink today. You wanted to have sober fun and hang out with your friends.
Your friends always did and said the craziest things when drunk. And watching it as the sober designated driver was hilarious.
You feel big hands being placed on your waist delicately.
You turn around to see who it was and to your surprise it was one of the sturniolo triplets.
Chris.
He’s bold for just touching you like that. But for some reason it was hot. Maybe it was just the air laced in weed that was getting to you, but you were enjoying this.
So you simply dance with him.
After a while you both leave the middle of the crowd going to the kitchen to talk. The kitchen being way less crowded than the living room of this house party.
“You’re bold.” You chuckle pointing out watching as his expression morphed into one of amusement and lust as he checks you out.
“Couldn’t help myself ma”
“Sure you couldn’t, pretty boy” you chuckle rolling your eyes at the statement.
Chris, to the public was known to be a sweetheart. But in LA, around other influencers he was known to have quite frequent hook ups. And he was known to never leave any of the girls not satisfied.
You, having moved to LA recently for your career, have heard all about it. People were ‘warning’ you, but no one was outright telling you it was a stupid idea. Because was it tho?
“What’s a pretty lady like you doing here anyway?” His goofy grin is wide as he stares back into your eyes.
His eyes are a light shade of blue, but in the lights of the party and his blown out pupils they look dark. His brown hair long, and a mess.
After people had told you about him and his brothers (And particularly Chris’ reputation), you had searched them up and watched a few of their videos. They were quite funny.
And Chris in particular seemed to not be able to take anything seriously.
“Nothing, just having fun.”
You shrug taking a sip from your red solo cup. It was filled with plain water. Chris raised an eyebrow at that.
“You’re not drinking?” He can’t help the small laugh he lets out at that. Tho he is secretly glad you’re not. This was his chance to get you in bed, but he wasn’t going to do anything with a drunk girl.
“No,” you chuckle back. “Designated driver” you raise your free hand in surrender as if it was a crime.
He chuckles at your antics his eyes trailing over your face over to your body once more.
“Eyes up here sweetheart.”
His eyes snap back to yours his goofy grin staying right where it was.
“Sorry ma, you’re just really distracting.” He smiles looking down at you.
You weren’t that much shorter than him. But granted you were wearing high heels. He wasn’t even that tall himself though.
You were wearing a tiny mini dress. One that ends right below your ass. Your cleavage being low giving him a great view of your boobs.
“Oh, I’m distracting?”
You tease. You take a step closer to him, stepping into his personal space as you tilt your head up to look at him better.
His hand goes to the side of your jaw rubbing his thumb over your cheek gently as if asking for consent. You wrap your arm Around his neck pulling him down connecting your lips.
The sweet kiss turns more heated when his hand moved from your jaw to the back of your neck. His other hand holding you by the small of your back keeping your body flush against himself.
His tongue graces your lips asking for entrance with you eagerly give, parting your mouth slightly so he can slip his tongue into your mouth.
You make out, your tongues tangling in each other as you simply kiss for a moment.
His tongue hungrily exploring your mouth. He leans into you more tilting your head back more, kissing you with all the lust in his body. Kissing you Like he wants to devour you.
You eventually pull apart to breath. His lips immediately meeting your jawline. He kisses down your jawline moving down to your neck to your collarbone.
“Damn you smell amazing.” He breaths out. His voice strained from the previous kiss.
“Thank you” you chuckle your hand finding its way into his messy waves. You scratch his scalp with your freshly manicured nails causing him to let out a low groan.
He pulls back slightly. He leaves a quick peck on your lips before looking at you again.
“How about we go somewhere.” His voice low and raspy. Laced with the attraction and lust he feels for you.
You just hum. He starts to drag you back through the living room, through the crowd of people. Getting to some random bathroom. He opens the door and lets you walk in first.
You immediately stand in front of the mirror, leaning over slightly to fix your hair.
He closes and locks the door behind himself. He stands behind you watching you through the mirror. You make eye contact. In this new lighting his eyes seem clearer.
He stares into your soul as you push back from the sink.
You swiftly turn around and sink to your knees in front of him.
Chris would’ve never asked. But wich guy doesn’t like head.
“So eager” he chuckles. His hand goes to the top of your head petting it gently. Before he picks up your chin, making you look up at him again.
Your head is tilted back as you look up at him through your lashes. you know he’s probably had countless woman in this same position. But it never got old for him.
And he liked seeing you like the is anyway
“You look so pretty like this you know.” He mumbles before leaning down and leaving a heated kiss on your lips.
He stands back up straight, and you can’t help the way your eyes trail to his crotch. It was right in front of your face and you were getting impatient.
Before you know it your hands go to the top of his jeans, tugging on them gently. You were asking for permission without asking.
He chuckles at your eagerness, undoing his belt, then unbuttoning the jeans and letting you slide them down.
You can already see his huge erection through his boxers. Your mouth was already watering at the sight.
You pull down his boxers fast. His length springing free, hitting his abdomen.
You flinch back slightly. You look at his length with an eyebrow raised not doing anything for a moment just admiring.
You’ve never seen a dick be this pretty. It had a thick vain running up the side. It was long, at least a good 8 inches. It was thick, not too thick, but enough that you knew the stretch would burn.
“You good?” He asks. He was clearly holding in a laugh. His hand goes to your hair, still just patting the top of your head.
“You’re sure you’re white?” You tease one hand cupping his member as you start to gently and slowly jerk him off.
“Definitely, sweetheart” he chuckles rolling his eyes at the comment. People always asked about it. Wich is fine since most people weren’t used to his size. the constant questioning was so annoying sometimes.
But the way you teased him with that sentence was just too good.
His red tip is already leaking pre cum. He eagerly waits for you to start. You press a small peck on it, while looking up at him your eyes staying locked on his.
You start to kitten lick the tip. You watch as he lets out a slightly shaky sigh at the contact.
“C’mon ma, don’t tease.”
You pull away slightly chuckling at the statement. You teasingly blow air on it, watching as he shivers. But before he can start complaining about your teasing you take his entire tip in your mouth swirling your tongue around it.
“Yeah, like that.” He sighs softly. He rubs your cheek with the back of his hand as you hollow out your cheeks to give him more pleasure.
His hand moves to my hair taking it and putting it in a makeshift ponytail. You start to take him as deep as you could, starting to slowly bob your head. Sucking and swirling your tongue. You take him as deep as you can jerking off what you can’t fit with your manicured hand.
The sounded coming from it are sinful, and so are his low moans and grunts.
When you hear his soft grunts turn into moans you can tell he’s getting close. You pull off with a pop. You stroke him gently, and then teasingly lick a stripe up his shaft.
“You like that?” You tease licking at it. He groans in annoyance. He thrusts his hips back to get more friction from your hand.
“Please keep going.”
You lick your lips briefly watching him. His eyes meet yours. You chuckle starting to suck him off again. This time you do it more vigorously and faster than before. His dick repeatedly hitting the back of your throat as you slightly gag around it.
Chris’ grip in your hair tightens as he starts to tug in it. He holds you in place stopping your movements as he starts to harshly thrust in and out of your mouth.
The sounds of your moans send sensations of pleasure through him. Every sinful sound echos through the small bathroom, making the music outside sound non existent to you two.
His cock is repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes water at the harsh feeling. You try to gag as little as possible.
“Fucking- swallow ‘aight” he breaths out harshly. You hum as best as you could. The sensation tingles through his spine. And with a last thrust you feel his cum pore down your throat. You try your best to swallow as much as you could.
He gently pulls out. His thumb rubbing the corner of your lips where some of it had leaked.
He puts his thumb on your plump and swollen lips. And without a secound thought you suck on his thumb. You blink away the tears that’d been forming.
The sight is enough to have him going all over again.
His grip on your hair had loosened, but he still pulls you up by it gently.
He turns you around, so that you’re facing the mirror your hands on the sink. Your ass presented to him.
His eyes meet yours through the mirror once more. Seemingly asking for consent, to wich you nod.
His hand starts to trail over the side of your thigh slightly under your short dress.
“Words baby”
“Yes Chris- please” you waste no time asking him. You want him to touch you where you crave him the most.
“Gonna be a good little slut now?” He teases. His eyes stay locked on yours through the mirror.
“Mhm” you mumble watching him. You feel him start to pull up your dress. He bunches it up right over your ass.
His fingers go to trail over your slick wet folds. Chris pushes the lacy thong to the side. He rubs his fingers briefly over your clit, before going to tease your cunt.
“Words, sweetheart.” He repeats, his eyes staying locked on yours. He had no problem teasing you until you comply.
“Yes-“ you get cut off by a Moan. When he slams two of his long fingers into you.
Your body jolts forward, your thighs hitting the cold sink. You grimace at the feeling.
“Wow, so sensitive?” He teases leaning over again to leave a quick peck behind your ear.
He starts to plunge his fingers in and out of your cunt. He roughly fingers you, his long fingers curl just right to hit your sweet spot.
You let out a breathless moan letting your head fall forward. You were leaning on your arms for support.
You feel his big hand wrap around your throat as he pulls you back up. “Now, now, baby watch yourself.” He teases.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me” he taunts. You flutter your eyes open. You feel his fingering get rougher as you can feel your climax rapidly approaching. You’re tempted to close your eyes again, but you’re sure Chris would edge you or something.
So you try your best to keep them open and staring at his face.
“Good girl. Yeah. Just like that.” He praises. His low words sending tingles to your core. You can practically feel yourself get wetter at how words and the sound of his voice alone.
Your wetness is loud. The lewd sounds bounce off of the bathroom walls. That along with your sweet low moans, while you try to keep yourself together.
“You like my praise honey?” He asks in a sweet tone. His words sound so innocent. Unlike the very things he’s doing to you right now.
“Yes- god” you whine, this time not hesitating to answer.
He chuckles at your eagerness speeding up his pace to give you your release. His fingers curl at just the right spots, reaching places you couldn’t reach by yourself.
“I’m close-“
“I know.” Chris grins keeping his eyes on yours through the mirror. His hand moves higher from your neck to your jaw, cupping your face roughly.
He turns your head to face him. He roughly crashes his lips onto yours. You try hard to focus on the kiss, but the way he finger fucks you has you weak in the knees. The kiss is sloppy and messy. His tongue explores your mouth as you try hard to focus.
You whine loudly. His lips catching the moan as he only picks up pace even more. He gets the hint that you’re close. And before you know it, you’re coming around his fingers.
He lets go of your face. You lean further on your arms. Your Hands harshly gripping onto the sink. You let your head fall forward as you pant harshly.
He gently pulls out his fingers. His eyes focused on the way you’re throbbing around nothing.
He sucks his fingers clean humming at the taste of your cunt on them. “Did so well for me ma” he hums reassuringly, pressing a sweet kiss on your neck.
“You think you can take another, sweet girl?” He says softly.
“Please.” Your breath out your voice shaky. You pick up your head looking at him through the mirror again.
He leans down briefly to his jeans that were still pooling down at his feet.
Chris puts his hand on your hip His eyes locking with yours through the mirror. He holds out a condom with one hand. He leans over you to leave a quick peck on your shoulder.
“I’m clean” you raise an eyebrow at him through the mirror. He doesn’t respond. “And I’m on birth control..” you trail off watching him.
He grins letting out a low laugh that seems to vibrate through his entire chest.
He presses his chest up against your back as his arm wraps around your torso. He leaves another kiss on your shoulder, trailing it up to your neck and right under your ear.
“I’m not taking any chances ma”
His voice is low and seductive. The tone sending vibrations right to your core.
“Fine for me” you shrug as you watch him lean back. His eyes lock on your ass. He licks his lips.
Chris roughly rips open the condom package with his teeth. Rolling the condom over himself fast. He was eager to get into you as fast as possible.
He hums in response, caressing your ass gently, his other hand guiding his dick through your soaked folds.
He gently starts to push into you. Letting you take the tip first. Once he feels you relax he rams in the rest of his cock.
You let out another breathless moan at the impact. Chris doesn’t move right away tho, he wants to make it last as long as possible.
“Good” he praises lowly rubbing your hips soothingly. Your body was tense, and he was waiting for you to adjust just a little bit.
You let out a shaky sigh pushing yourself back on him. He takes the hint that he can move now.
So before you realize it, he’s relentlessly pounding into you. You let out a squealed moan at the sudden intense feeling of his movements.
“Oh- fuck-“
He chuckles, and suddenly you feel a harsh slap on your butt. You wince at the harshness. Chris’ hand goes to knead your ass, easing out the pain.
His other hand trails from your waist to the small of your back to arch it more, consequently pushing you closer to the sink.
You lean over the sink. You try hard to keep your head up and look at him. But with the way he is hitting every spot inside of you, it’s hard for you to focus right now.
Chris notices the struggle. One of his hands trail from your hip, up your back teasingly. Before he grabs your hair roughly, putting it in a makeshift ponytail.
“Does the pretty girl like getting her hair pulled like a slut?”
The way he tugs on your hair, the way his sharp eyes trail over your body , and then lock on your eyes through the mirror. It’s all so hot to you.
You let out a shaky breath between Moans. “Yes-“ before you can say anything more you feel him tug harder on your hair And his thrusts becoming harsher.
His eyes train back onto your ass And the way it looks when he thrusts into you. The way his cock disappears in your wet cunt. It’s so captivating to watch for him. He could stare at that sight for hours.
“Gorgeous girl wants to get fucked like this?” He questions teasingly. Another harsh slap echos through the bathroom, But it feels so euphoric.
Your eyes close momentarily at the feeling. Before you feel him rub your ass again. Chris tugs on your hair again, to wich you open your eyes.
“Keep your eyes open and watch me fuck you”
Chris’ words are harsh. He is being dead serious. His breaths sharp and his tone laced with lust.
You only let out a mumble to wich he pulls on your hair harsher. And another smack echos through the room. You jolt forward again at the sudden impact, but this time he doesn’t ease the pain away. Instead his pace gets even rougher.
The sound of skin clapping, and the lewd sounds of your soaked cunt are loud, Creating a sinful melody.
“Touch yourself ma.” He huffs out harshly keeping up the pace. Chris keeps his fingers tangled in your hair pulling on it. While his other hand stays firmly on your hip. The harshness at wich he is holding onto you would be enough to leave bruises.
Without thinking you reach one hand down starting to rub your clit furiously, chasing your own high.
“Close” you moan as you keep repeatedly rubbing your clit. And the way Chris’ cock is hitting your cervix only intensifies the feeling.
“Come around me baby” you’ve been pulsing around him all this time. You were already squeezing him so tight. What he wouldn’t give right now to just feel your cunt squeeze him while you come.
So he keeps going. Until you let out a loud whine. You close your legs as best as you could and You clench around Chris harshly.
Chris keeps up pace. His eyes locking to your ass. Watching the way his cock disappears into you over and over. Watching the way the condom he’s wearing is covered in your slik wetness.
What he wouldn’t give to just raw dog it and feel your cum on his bare dick right now. He was tempted to actually just take off the condom to see and feel this without one.
Chris’ thrusts become more messy. But his pace doesn’t let up. Until his hips stutter and he lets out a breathless moan burying himself into you one last time.
His jaw is dropped. He moves his hand from your hip, instead wrapping that arm around your waist, holding you close. He leans over your back keeping himself inside for a moment. Chris burries his face in the crook of your neck. You both breathe heavily at your previous orgasms.
His hand in your hairs loosens. Until he fully lets go. His hand rubbing your scalp since he’d been pulling on it relentlessly.
“Did so good for me ma” he mumbles. His face stays buried in your neck for a moment.
You place your hand back on the sink again, trying to catch your breath and steady yourself.
You’d just fucked a random influencer. Some random player. But, god, was that worth it. No wonder none of his one night stands ever complained. That was fucking amazing.
You just mumble out a quick agreement.
He stands up straight. Gently pulling out as to not hurt you or anything. He takes off the condom.
But while he gets rid of it you don’t even pay attention to him. You look at yourself in the mirror. As much as you want to regret it, you can’t.
You pull your thong back into place and pull your mini dress back down.
You examine your face. Your hair was messy from the pulling, and your make up was only slightly smudged. You’d almost cried while deepthroating him, but you luckily hadn’t. Tho your mascara was still slightly smudged.
You could feel your cunt still ache.
You can see Chris pull up his pants from the corner of the mirror. And then fasten his belt back.
“You okay?” Chris asks his arms wrapping a round you. He looks at you through the mirror . His expression is soft and more caring than you’d expect. Most guys would’ve left by now.
“Mhm.” You mumble watching his expression through the mirror. He narrows his eyes at you.
“Do you regret it?” He asks softly. His tone sweet, like he is talking about something normal.
You purse your lips trying to hold back a smile. The fact that he cared to ask if you regret it or not. Everyone told you he’s a fuck boy, and that is motto is literally ‘hit and quit’. But why was he being nice then?
“No” you speak. And you can’t help the small chuckle that leaves your lips.
He turns you around so you face him. He presses a quick peck on your lips. Before he leans over and grabs a random towel off a rack. He wets it slightly in the sink behind you.
And then he sinks onto his knees in front of you. He looks up at you pulling up your dress again slightly.
“What’re you doing?” You question. a chuckle leaves your lips at the sight of Chris on his knees in front of you.
He leans in leaving a soft kiss on your thigh.
“I’m not letting you walk out with your cum running down your thighs ma.” Chris laughs, he then runs the damp towel over your inner thighs.
He cleans you up enough for you to not feel so sticky anymore. He places your panties back. Then he gets up again. Chris pulls down your dress for you before placing another kiss on your lips.
He throws the towel into some laundry bag carelessly. At your curious gaze he explains. “A friend of mine is throwing this party.” He shrugs.
There is a silence for a second where you two just look at each other. Neither of you say anything. Until you speak up again.
“Do you always wear condoms when you hook up with girls?”
You ask before the words even register in your mind. And once they do a blush creeps over your cheeks.
“Yeah. I won’t wear one next time if you don’t want me too.” He chuckles. “There will be a next time?” You question.
Chris was the type to only hook up with a girl once. He probably didn’t even remember half of their names.
Instead of answering though, he leans in and kisses you. The kiss is slower, not heated like the previous one shad been.
One of your hands moves from his neck to grab his phone out of his back pocket.
You Lean back slightly. You type your number into his phone. Then you hand it back to him.
He grins at the new contact on his screen.
“I’ll see you around pretty boy.”
You smile giving him another kiss on the lips. And this one lingers. You slide out of his grasp opening the bathroom door. he watches with a goofy grin, as you leave.
You leave going straight back into the crowd of drunk influencers. Trying to search for your drunk friends that would be around here somewhere.
You know he’s a player. So you don’t know if he’ll call you. You don’t know if you’re special, and if he treated you different than others. But if it came down to it you’d at least tried.
But,
He’s not into dating.
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(A/N: I literally wrote this within the span of one day. I feel like this is probably the best thing I've written so far. Hope you enjoyed <33)
Taglist: @muwapsturniolo , @sturnad , @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 , @evie-sturns , @me09love , @fratbrochrisgf , @spideylovin , @chrissgirlsstuff , @ecliphttlunar
^me rn watching the superbowl bc what the FUCK are we doing Chiefs get it together mfs☹️
a/n: ….. smut ….. read at ur own risk ….. deleting soon …..
“you go to school here?” the brunette boy you’ve been dancing with for the past 20 minutes yelled over the music blaring through the speakers next to you. it was another friday night at a party in some random college house basement. all of your friends were long gone, calling it quits around midnight. you stayed for the boy, they didn’t want you to stay alone but you insisted.
“yeah! junior! what about you?” you shouted back, you could see him mouth something but you couldn’t hear. “what?” you asked hoping he’d repeat himself. he repeated his words but you couldn’t hear him again. it would be too humiliating to ask him to repeat himself again. you thought his lips mouthed senior so that’s what you went with. you spent a few minutes trying to shift your dancing to a quieter spot. the two of you tucked yourselves away in a quiet corner, each of you holding a plastic cup in your hands.
“much better, i can finally hear you better.” his smirk is prominent and his hand falls on your waist, gripping it to pull you closer. the beer in your cup almost splashes out with his pull. the two of you let out drunken laughs as you realize you would have both been covered in it. “i can’t remember if you’ve told me your name already?” it’s the first time you’ve heard his voice at a normal octave.
“it’s y/n” your cheeks were already hot from the alcohol but the fact that he cared enough to ask your name made them even hotter. your face turned into a red flush.
“mine’s chris.” he took the cup to his lips and took a sip, you watched his mouth intently as he did. his eyes peered over the entrance of the cup at you and you couldn’t help but think what he would look like peering up at you with his face shoved between your thighs. he must have had the ability to read your mind because he pulled the drink away from his mouth and used his free hand to pulled your face up to his. a rough kiss was placed on your lips, his hand left your face and gripped onto your ass firmly. maybe it was the alcohol, but no man has ever been this hot before.
the party was essentially over when you and chris had started kissing, it was just a bunch of people making out in their individual spots, as the music still blasted throughout the room. chris had slowly made his way from your lips down to your neck. he was gentle with his bites, nothing hard enough to leave a mark. you glanced around the now empty basement, everyone had left, it was just the two of you, finally alone. you pulled your cup up to your lips and finished it off, a little dribble of beer slid down from your mouth to your neck and you felt chris lick it up.
“fuck.” you mumbled and you heard chris chuckle to himself as your thighs squeezed together, trying to hold it together just enough to make it out of the basement. “wanna get out of here?” you ask him as he sucks on the sweet spot behind your ear.
“thought you’d never ask, come on, i have a room upstairs.” chris grabs your hand and leads you up the basement stairs. both of you stumbling as you make your way up another flight of stairs. he lives here and you’ve never seen him before, you come to party here at least once a month, what are the odds of that? he opens the door to a bedroom that has bare walls, a half made bed, and pepsi cans all over the nightstand. “sorry it’s a mess, wasn’t expecting company.” he laughed as he gently pushed you against the bed and locked the door.
you watched him carefully as he slid down his sweats, tore off his shirt, and walked over to you. he crawled on the bed and pushed open your legs with his knee. one of his legs were between yours and the other on the outside. “take this off yeah?” he smirked, tugging at the hem of your shirt. you obeyed and tugged off your shirt. chris stared at you for a moment before leaning down and reaching his hands behind you to unclasp your bra. as soon as your chest was exposed he began to plant kisses all the way from your neck to your hips. his saliva was cooling on your kiss and making you desperate.
a soft please escapes your lips as you practically beg him with your eyes to fuck you. chris smirks up at you and uses his free hand to drag your pants down your legs. you kick them off onto the floor and it’s not long before chris finds his face between your thighs. “mmm soaked. you won’t last long.” he buries his face into you and laps up the wetness you’ve created already. it causes you to let out a louder than normal moan and grip onto the sheets. it had to have been a lethal coming of all the pent up tension all night and the lack of sex you’ve had recently because it couldn’t have been more than fifteen seconds of chris’ tongue on your clit before your legs began to shake and you felt your stomach churn.
“mmm that’s it, cum for me.” chris mumbles into your heat as he feels your legs shakin around him. he doesn’t retract his mouth until he’s sure you’ve ridden out your high. you let out a whimper as he pulls away. you felt absolutely mortified that you’ve already finished, and chris could tell. “it’s okay, i teased you all night, now flip over and let me fuck you.” his voice was low and raspy, his command made you forget all about your embarrassment as you flipped over on all fours.
chris placed a hard smack against your ass and then used his left hand to shove your face down into the bed. the motion caused your back to arch in an angle you’ve never been in before. chris uses his free hand to line himself up with you. groans leave his mouth has he slips into you. although you can’t see it, you know chris doesn’t have to worry about size. you can feel him stretch you out from behind.
“oh fuck!” you moan out into the pillow as chris starts thrusting into you rapidly. he adjusts his hand from pushing your face down to grip your hair firmly and pull it back. he yanks the makeshift ponytail back far enough for you to turn your head and be able to see him as he fucks you.
“there’s my pretty girl’s face.” he says before licking his lips in pleasure. chris get immense pleasure for watching your eyes roll into the back of your head as your bodies smack into one another’s. every time chris feels you clench around him, he’s slows down just enough to take you away from another orgasm. after repeating this action two or three times you finally realize that he’s edging you, not himself. he could keep going on forever. the next time he tries to slow his pace, you start to fuck back into him.
“fuck..fuck!” the words spew out of chris’ mouth as he removes his hand from your hair and slithers it down to grip your neck firmly. “cut that shit out, i’m not done with you yet.” he keeps his grip firm around your neck while he slowly thrusts into you. you don’t dare act like a brat again with him. the edging was getting to be too much, you felt the knot in your stomach growing, you started to let your head fall down but chris’ grip pulled it right back up. “look at me while i fuck you.” his thrusts finally picked up some pace and you couldn’t hold back any longer.
“i’m gonn-“
“come on, i know you are, i know how good i make you feel.” his words gave you the greenlight to finally let go. chris made you keep yours eyes on him as he pounded into you throughout your high. your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you felt your breathing become even more restricted by chris. “you look so pretty with your eyes in the back of your head.”
you controlled yourself enough to look back and see him smiling. his hand released from around your throat but you didn’t look away, you stay focused on him. his tongue licks the area above his upper lip, he’s fully concentrated on watching his dick slide in and out of you.
“come on baby, i know you like the sight but i want you to cum for me.” you manage to get out even though your brain is in a post orgasm fog. you watch chris’ mouth form another smirk as he thrusts aggressively into you a few more times before you see his eyes roll back.
“i’m gonna- fuck!” he practically shouts for all of his housemates to hear. you felt your insides grow warm as chris finished inside of you. you were too fucked out to care. he slowly pulled out and you winced at the removal. “sorry i didn’t mean to-“
“it’s okay.” you tried to say more but you needed to catch your breath. chris snaked an arm around you to flip you over on your back. he admired your body and you watched as his eyes trailed up to your neck and he smiled. he could see the marks his hands left around your neck, if thought you could handle more, the sight alone made him want you again. he chose to take it easy and kiss you some more instead.
“do you want to stay? it’s four in the morning.” he asked as he watched you put your clothes on and check the time on your phone.
“no thanks, my roommate will tweak if i’m not there when she wakes up.”
“want me to walk you back? i don’t feel right letting you walk home drunk and alone.”
“trust me, i think i’m pretty sober after all that.” you laughed and he walked you back downstairs to the front door.
“wait hold on.” he said before he let you walk out. he dug through a coat on the rack near the door and pulled out a wallet. he handed you a 50$ bill. “for the morning after pill, sorry again.”
“it’s okay, thank you.” you smiled at him and tried to walk away but he pulled you back in for a quick kiss goodbye. you knew you must have sobered up quite a bit because you could smell the alcohol on his breath. chris watched you walk off the porch and down the street some before going back inside. you made your way back and crawled into your own bed, silently thanking your friends for forcing you to go out that night.
-
a week had gone by since you slept with chris. you hadn’t seen him around campus at all. you were starting to think he didn’t even go to your school. the only thing that made you believe it is the room he had at the house. you spent the whole week bragging about the guy that could make you orgasm in fifteen seconds. they didn’t remember him from the party last week and you were determined to show him to them. so eager, it was your idea to go back to another party at that house this weekend.
“so what was his name again?” your friend asks as you both grab a beer from the keg.
“chris. i don’t see him yet.” you looked around the room to try and spot him. there’s no way there’s a party at his house and he’s not there. your friends and you lingered around and danced with strangers for a little bit until some guy stood up on a table and made a drunken announcement.
“alright ladies and gents! this is a special night at the hockey house! we have a few freshman players we’d like to welcome..” you stopped listening, uninterested in a bunch of freshman hockey players. there was only one guy you wanted to spot. you kept looking around until your friends started smacking you on the shoulder.
“wait y/n!! isn’t that him? i recognize him!!” you look over to see who she’s pointing at. low and behold it’s chris. it’s chris being introduced as one of the freshman players. your eyes widened and your checks flushed.
“yeah… uh… that’s him.” you were embarrassed to admit it.
“you slept with a freshman! and he made you-“
“shut up!” you yelled at her. you looked back over to chris and saw him looking at you. he smiled in your direction and you tried to politely smile back. you should have asked him again what year he was.
“i have a nickname for him y/n.” your friend’s devious smirk was never good. you sighed.
“what’s that?” you asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.
“the freshman fifteen.”
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WHITE XMAS | mattheo riddle
summary; mattheo comes to spend christmas with you and your family.
word count; 15,245
notes; I have never played chess in my life, chess girlies don’t come for me. pic was made by @finalgirllx!
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Israel has bombed—and completely demolished—the Great Omari Mosque in Gaza, which is the second oldest mosque in Palestine. There was no purpose to bombing it. There was no advantage to targeting it. Israel simply destroyed it to make a statement: that Palestinian religion and culture not only mean nothing to them, but are something they’re actively working on wiping out. This was one of Palestine’s most sacred cultural sites. Now it’ll forever serve as proof of the horrifying death and destruction the world has allowed to befall Palestine.
matt sturniolo x reader
summary: part two of strike out. after months of being apart y/n realizes she wants nothing more then to be with matt, and matt realizes how much he fucked up. part one
warnings: angst to smut. oral (fem receiving), p in v, no protection, matchmakers nick and chris
they slammed the door on
my whole world
the one thing i wanted
your world felt like it was turned completely upside down the minute you locked your front door on matt.
you wanted to run after him. you wanted to forgive him for everything, but something in you was telling you to hold back, to stay strong. you weren’t even sure if you knew the matt that stood with you 10 minutes ago. after a month of no contact there’s so much that could’ve changed. you definitely had changed. one one thing that stayed the same though was that you still couldn’t go more the an hour without thinking of matthew sturniolo.
matt blew up your phone that whole night. it took everything in you not to drive over to his house. you were a mess and he didn’t need to see you like that. you were supposed to be strong. you were the one who told him to leave after all.
a few more days past before you got a couple texts and a call from chris. you hesitantly answered. you hated to admit it but you missed him and nick. you missed matt too but you weren’t ready to admit that one out loud yet. “hello?” you answered. there was a beat of silence before you heard a sigh of relief from the other line. “hey y/n it’s chris. listen, i know you haven’t wanted to talk to us, and i understand, but nick and i need your help.” he sounded so stressed that you couldn’t help but worry about the pair. he didn’t give you time to respond before he continued his thought. “i know you don’t want to be with matt anymore, but he hasn’t left his room in almost a week. nick and i completely understand why you did what you did. matt told us what happened.. but he locked himself in and we don’t know what to do.” you teared up at the thought of matt being alone. yeah he enjoyed being by himself sometimes, but never to this extent. you couldn’t help but feel guilt for the way things went down. at the end of the day you were both in the wrong, and you desperately wanted to make things right.
“please just come talk to him. come see him. we tried to wait as long as we could to call you but it’s time. we have your back but he’s still our brother, and we don’t want to see him like this. nick and i really miss you. matt misses you” you didn’t confirm or deny if you would really show up. you wanted to talk to him. as much as he hurt you he didn’t deserve to feel how you have felt for months. you knew how shitty it was. “i miss you guys too.” and with that you ended the call. you didn’t need to specify who you were referring too. chris knew that you meant all three of them, and he hoped that you would come help his brother.
no i’m not coming to my senses
i know it’s crazy but he’s
the one i want
it took you almost two hours to work up the courage to go to the triplets house. you got in and out of your car 3 different times before you convinced yourself to finally turn it on and start driving. the directions were muscle memory at this point. having spent the last two years driving the same streets at least once a day, you weren’t a stranger to the street signs and the traffic. although it was almost 1 in the morning you had no worries about if the boys were awake or not. they always were at this time.
you felt weird pulling into their driveway. a spot that was once reserved for you now felt like a curse. it felt like you’d end up with three slashed tires if you parked there so you opted for parking in the street two houses down. this way if you chickened out before you made it to the door they’d never know.
you didn’t though. you couldn’t because the minute you stepped foot onto their doorstep nick threw open the door. no words were exchanged between the two of you. he instantly pulled you into a hug. you both needed it after the month and a half you just had. “i’m so glad you’re here” all you could do is hold him tighter in response. tears filled your eyes as chris made his way down the front steps to you both. he took his turn pulling you into a hug as well. when you broke apart he ran a soothing hand up and down your arm and let you walk to the living room.
the three of you sat on the couch together and you pulled your legs up into you. single tears streamed down your face every once and a while as you waited for someone to talk. “he doesn’t know you’re here,” nick started. “we didn’t want to tell him and freak him out.” “oh so he’s not allowed to be freaked out so i have to be. got it” you regretted it as soon as you got the sentence out. “sorry. fuck i’m sorry guys. i really just- i don’t know what i’m doing here.” you ran a hand through your hair nervously.
“it’s okay y/n/n we get it. we really just think you guys should talk.” chris said patting your knee. “yeah, we don’t want to pressure you but we think it will help both of you get some closure. so you sit here. we’re going to go out for a little bit, give you some space. if you decide you want to leave then please do so, but we won’t be upset if you’re here when we get back.” they gave you soft smiles as they made their way out of the house leaving you with your thoughts.
once you got the tears to stop, you knew that if you didn’t get off the couch now you would never make it to matt’s room. you were hesitant to knock. you didn’t hear anything in the otherside of the door. you were almost hoping he was asleep so you could go home and forget this ever happened.
as you began to raise your hand the door slowly opened. matt’s head was hung low looking at his phone. your lips parted slightly in shock. he quickly looked up when he noticed someone was standing there. “i- sorr- i um- i have to go.” you barely got out. as you tried turning so you could walk in the other room. “y/n?” matt was in shock and confused. you were the last person he expected to see. he just wanted to run over and hug you, but he kept his restraint. you rushed over to the couch looking for your keys. “i’m sorry i shouldn’t have come. chris and nick called me and i was worried about you but i really shouldn’t be here.” when you got nervous you just talked fast. your mouth couldn’t keep up with all the thoughts running through your head.
matt hadn’t moved from his doorway. he was frozen watching you pace the living room. when he finally came to his senses he spoke up to stop you. “wait please stop. please. i want to talk to you.” matt rushed over to you and grabbed your hand trying to get you to look at him. he fully expected you to pull away, but his confidence slightly boosted when you didn’t.
“please.” he repeated. “please come sit with me.” his words were soft and nervous. you nodded looking up at him. he walked you over to his room hand in hand. matt gestured for you to sit in his bed as he sat across from you. you decided to talk first. you just wanted to know he was okay. “um. your brothers asked me to come talk to you. they said you hadn’t left your room, and i know i shouldn’t be, because of the way we ended things, but i was really worried about you, matt. i don’t want you to be upset. i know i was really mean and i’m so sorry-” “no. please do not apologize.” he reached over to hold your hands. “i deserved everything you said to me. you were right. please look at me, sweetheart. i have been a mess because i feel so shitty about the way i treated you. and i couldn’t look at chris and nick because they lost you too. i feel so fucking bad.”
“i know you do, baby. i want to forgive you i really do, but i can’t go back to the way things were.” both of you had tears running down your faces. you just wanted to hold each other and forget everything. “i promise i can be better. i promise that i can do better. you deserve better then i’ve ever treated you and i will work my ass off everyday to prove that to you.” you moved closer to matt as you held his face and used the pads of your thumbs to wipe his tears. you leaned your forehead against his as you sat there debating what to say. “i know you will, matt. i believe you.” “do you really?” he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. he wanted nothing more then to kiss you but he couldn’t push your boundaries. “i do, baby. i’m so in love with you. i don’t know how i’ve spent this long without you.” you said slightly leaning in to matt.
both of you flicked your eyes between your lips and back to each others eyes. “i love you too.” matt said. “can i please kiss you?” he asked nervously. you guys had kissed millions of times before but something was different this time. you guys felt closer. “please, matt. you can do anything to me.” and with that your lips instantly connected. you two melted into eachother as the kiss deepened. he quickly swiped his tongue against your bottom lip asking for entrance which you accepted. “let me show you how sorry i am?” “please.”
he was chaos, he was revelry
bedroom eyes look like a remedy
matt gently pushed your back down onto his mattress. he took his lips off of yours as he pecked his way down your neck. your hands traveled down his chest as you pulled on the edge of his shirt. he took notice to this and hastily removed the piec rod fabric. he sent you pleading eyes as you nodded at him to take yours off as well. he took your bra off with it and trailed his hand down your arm to intertwine your fingers. your unoccupied hand went to matt’s hair as he placced soft kissed to your boobs. he’s movements become desperate as he attached his lips to my nipple as he gently sucked.
soft pants came out of your mouth as you pushed matt’s head lower towards where you were craving him most. he tilted his head up at you with a smug grin. “yeah baby, is that what you want?” he smirked at you as he shimmied your legs out of your pants and threw them to the corner of his room. he traveled down lower as he started to spread your legs letting him lay between them. he breath met your clit and he turned his head to bite the inside of your thigh.
“tell me what you need, sweetheart” “you, matt. i need you to touch me.” you rushed out. you needed to be close to him. you just wanted to feel him. matt pulled your underwear to the side and ran a finger through your slit. his cold hands tips sent goose bumps through your body. you swallowed thickly as he sent one quick lick to your core. he looked at you for a reaction only to get a nod of encouragement from you.
matt hummed while he wrapped one hand around your thigh spreading you farther apart for him. he slowly leaned into you dipping is tongue deeper into your wet folds. matt could feel the blood rushing to his cock due to your small pants and moans. the tight grip on his hair only encouraged him to keep going. you let out a small scream as he slowly began to enter his fingers into you. “fuck matt just like that.” you said as his middle and ring fingers curled up hitting that spongy spot. matt hummed into your cunt as he violently licked your clit.
neither of you had touched yourselves or anyone else in over a month. the pent up frustration made things go a lot faster then either of you expected. matt began rutting his hips softly into his mattress trying to relieve the tension he was feeling. you clenched around his fingers signally your close orgasm. matt’s head came up as his fingers still thrusted into you. “that feel good, baby. you gonna cum for me. come on, sweetheart. cum for me.” matt didn’t let up as your moans got louder if anything it made him to go in with more force. your orgasm came fast and hard. matt continued sucking as you came down from your high. you panted as matt slowly pulled his fingers out of you.
you started to sit up you you could return the favor only to be pushed back down as matt met you in a kiss. “no baby. tonight’s about you. i just want to make you feel good. i want to show you how sorry i am.” you looked at him with puppy dog eyes. “you do make me feel good matt. just let me return the favor.” you were quickly cut off by the sound of matt’s pants being pulled down. he shock his head at you to deny your request and your hand found the waistband of his boxers as you began to pull his cock out.
he was hard and somehow looked bigger then you remembered. matt’s head fell forward when you started stroking him. his arm that he was using to hold himself up almost giving out at the sensation. you ran his cock through your folds wetting him from you arousal and his precum. he took control as he slid into you, giving you a second to adjust, and then bottoming out at the sign of your approval.
you both let out signs as matt started thrusting into you. he ran his hand up and down your side and placed long kisses on your neck. certain to leave at least one hickey. matt was fully immersed in you. “matt please don’t stop. faster..fuck.” matt had every intention on taking his time with you tonight, to really show you how he feels, but he couldn’t turn down the opportunity. “fuck baby.” matt said speeding up. “faster? you want me to fuck you faster hm? tell me how good i’m making you feel baby.” matt kept up his pace as your hands found his back. your nails scratched down his skin leaving red marks in their trail. you threw your head back in pleasure when matt began rubbing your clit in figure eight motions. your noises only got louder but you were so fucked out that matt laughed when you couldn’t form a sentence. “you got it baby. you’re doing to good for me.” matt’s hips slammed into you surely leaving bruises. “tell me how good i’m making you feel. use your words.”
with one hand on your clit and the other brushing hair off of your forehead, matt soon approached his first orgasm of the night. you gasped and tried to catch your breath to say coherent words. “shit- i- god you’re doing so good, mmh. you feel so good. don’t stop. gonna cum.” you quickly reached your second orgasm. “yeah, you gonna cum,” matt taunted as his motions became sloppy. “good girl, cum with me, y/n.”
both of your orgasms built rapidly and didn’t disappoint. your head flew back in pleasure as matt lowly groaned and let out a small whimper. he rode out both of your orgasms and you reached out to out your head in this chest as you became overstimulated. matt slowly pulled out and fell down beside you as he leaned for his shirt to clean you up. “i love you.” you said as you rolled over to place your head in his chest. “i love you most.” he replied giving a kiss to the top of your head.
thinking it can change the
beat of my heart when he touches me
and counteract the chemistry
and undo the destiny
matt and you layed in a comfortable silence as you held each other. no one could ruin this moment for you two. you saw the comments over the months that you had ruined matt or that you’re a whore and you didn’t deserve him. no one knew the real truth. matt and you were made for each other. you didn’t believe in soulmates until matt came around.
you were still in matt’s bed when nick and chris got home that night. sound asleep you two basked in the presence of eachother. matt’s two brothers saw his bedroom door slightly ajar, they made their way over to see what was going on.
with no comment they smiled at each other noticing your states. they were happy to have their favorite couple back.
you ain’t gotta pray for me
me and my wild boy
and all this wild joy
JUST FELL TO MY KNEES OUT OF HAPPINESS
Reblog to tell zionists to fuck off your blog. If you say you aren't a zionist but still get offended then uhhh sorry hun but this is exactly for you <3
PT 1 <- Read this one first lovelies
Word Count: 3k
Contains: Pregnancy, mentions of sex, Matt being a pervert, A very emotional
woman
Remember when I said I wasn't writing pregnancy?? | lied....
PS: If you like pistachio ice cream you're getting flamed... sorry not sorry
Matt tells you too often to let him do his job, but you don’t listen to him. Maybe you will after a long work shift, but night after night, you wake up to his daughter crying, mumble an “I’ll get it,” and hush the girl back to sleep, clad in your boyfriend's shirt.
The routine you two had mirrored that of a married couple. Matt wanted it to be his job entirely, but you’d convinced him that whoever gets up first puts Lacey back to sleep. Matt never gets up first.
You walk back into Matt’s room holding your shirt. “She threw up on me.” You purse your lips, peering down at the spit stain with a sour look on your face. Matt laughs. “She wouldn’t have thrown up on you if you let me get her.”
You sigh, peeling off your (Matt’s) shirt and grabbing another from his drawer. “I like getting her,” you hum, sinking into bed again. Matt pulls his arms around your torso, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “You won't like it after another year of it.” Butterflies fill your stomach.
Another year. Another year with Matt.
…
The grocery store was the last thing on Matt’s long to-do list for the weekend.
In the morning, before you realized how many things Matt planned for you to do, you agreed to walk. You regretted that deviation now after nearly footing yourself across the city and back. Your temper was short, and your feet were sore.
Matt presses a kiss to your cheek, noticing your tired eyes. “We just have to get baby food, then we’ll go home,” he mutters. You hum, mumbling out a “fine” and entering the supermarket.
The first thing you notice is how long the checkout lines are, and you groan. Matt notices this and laughs. “You get in line, and I’ll go get the food,” he says. You nod, letting out a moody sigh and taking steer of Lacey's stroller, heading to the checkout line.
You stay put in line, rocking Lacey's stroller back and forth, trying to keep the bustling ambiance of the store from waking her up. You fail, but continue to rock her stroller, this time in an attempt to put her back to sleep.
“You shouldn’t rock her like that. Babies get motion sickness too easily,” an old lady, presumably in her late forties, interjects, approaching you.
You shoot her a pursed smile, slowly halting the stroller rocking. “She likes it when I do it,” you quip.
She peeks at Lacey, who rests her head against the stroller's side, a small string of drool escaping her mouth while she clutches the stuffed bear you’d bought for her.
“She’s adorable, how old is she?”
“One and a half,” you reply curtly, not generally enjoying your conversation with the lady because it always leads to you awkwardly confessing you're not her mother and that you're not married to her father. Not to mention, this woman seems particularly judgy.
The lady nods, encouraging you to go further into detail about Lacey, something you don’t particularly want to do.
Matt approaches from the infant aisle to your ease, clutching Lacey's food. “Hey babe,” he smiles.
You let out a sigh of relief as he approached. If there’s one thing he’s good at, it's making excuses to get out of conversing with others. You wave him over, “Hey,” you hum, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. His eyes dart between you and the woman, asking who she is with his gaze. “This is her father?” She asks, returning to Matt. You nod, pursing your lips into a smile. You clutch the bar of Lacey’s stroller and start forward, trying to avoid questions you know are coming:
“How long have you been married?”
“Was the pregnancy terrible?”
“How’d you choose her name?”
All questions you’d gotten—all questions you couldn’t answer.
“It was nice to meet you, ma’am,” you smile. Her eyes glance at your hands as you grip the stroller bar, your left hand specifically. She was looking for a ring. She was looking for a ring and didn’t find one because you weren’t married to Matt nor were you Lacey's mother. The lady's face soured; she paused lightly, pointing to your bare ring finger. “You two aren’t married?”
You sigh awkwardly, stopping dead in your tracks and biting your lip. Who does this lady think she is? “No, we—“
Matt interrupts you, snaking an arm over your shoulder. “Our rings are at the cleaners,” he bites, “The rings are being cleaned because me and my wife have obviously been married for a long time.” He gestures to Lacey as he says this. You flush at Matt’s statement but hold eye contact with the lady, who is now also flustered. She grudgingly spits out an apology. Once she’s out of earshot, you laugh and turn to Matt.
“So, Matthew, when were you going to tell me we’re married?” You smile, and Matt shakes his head. “I have never in my life met a bitchier fifty-year-old woman,” he jeers. You laugh, and then your expression fades to a serious one. “No swearing in front of Lacey!” You chide, raising a finger to his lips. Matt bites his lip playfully, “She’s not sleeping?” You shake your head in response, “She woke up when you went to get the eggs.” Matt leans over the stroller and looks at a very awake Lacey. Once she realizes his attention is on her, she smiles and holds her teddy out to him. “Hi, baby,” he coos, ruffling her thin hair.
You and Matt move up in line, close to the section where last-minute candies are displayed in the store's desperate attempts to drain consumers' money. Fortunately for the business, you are one of those consumers. Matt watches you as you pull a chocolate bar out of the display box, then another, and another, and another.
“Can you buy me these?” You ask, holding the sweets up to him. Matt laughs. “Yes, I’ll buy you those.”
…
“You know, that woman in line was so rude!” You pout, bringing up the incident for the sixth time as you reach Matt's door. Matt laughs, “Why are you letting her get to you this much baby?”
You frown. “I don’t know…” You pause for a second before continuing your rant. “She could’ve just kept her mouth shut! There was no reason she had to ask so many questions about our personal lives,” you huff, “And her perfume smelled bad.”
Matt chuckles at your pettiness and keys open his apartment door. “You have the perfume she was wearing,” he grins, creaking the door open. You step inside.
“No, I don’t. That perfume smelled horrid.”
“It’s the second one to the right on your perfume shelf. You wore it on our first date.”
You blink at his persistence but shake your head. No way you’d wear a perfume that pungent. “Come here,” Matt says, walking to your shared room. You follow behind him, and he points to a small vanilla bottle. “That’s the perfume that lady was wearing,” he points with a smirk on his face. You grab the perfume and spray it on the ball of your wrist. When you bring your arm up to smell it, your eyes widen. It was the perfume the lady was wearing, and the smell made you want to hurl.
You gulp back the contents of your stomach and push Matt to the hall. “Go get Lacey; she’s still in her stroller,” you blurt.
Matt nods and leaves the room. Once he’s out of sight, you make a beeline for the bathroom and empty your guts into the toilet.
You grip the toilet's edges and throw up your breakfast and lunch… to the smell of vanilla.
You stand and flush the toilet, contemplating what the hell just happened. You find the sink and wash your hands and wrists, making sure the soap erased all of the vanilla scent.
You stare at yourself in the mirror. That perfume was one of your signature scents; you wore vanilla and daisy perfume. You’d been leaning into newer scents lately, but there was no way the smell of vanilla would ever make you hurl.
Your train of thought is interrupted by an energetic Lacey. She stomps into the bathroom and grabs your damp hand, leaving you to forget what you were thinking about.
“Show time! Show time!” Lacey repeats, pulling you out of the room with as much force as she can muster. You laugh and walk out with her, and Matt smiles from the sofa when he sees you tread into the room. “We’re watching Tangled,” he announces, patting the spot next to him for you to sit. He pulls Lacey into his lap, and you nestle your head into the crook of his shoulder.
“Whose choice was it?” You joke. Matt smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple, then one to Lacey's. “It was the choice of this little princess,” he smiles, wrapping his arms around Lacey's torso and hugging her close to him.
Lacey falls asleep after the second musical number. That’s when you and Matt stop watching the movie, given it was Lacey’s favorite and you’d seen it several times.
Matt moves Lacey to her crib and meets you in your shared room. Too tired to shower, you peel your shirt off, ready to switch into a nightshirt but pause. “Matt… look at me,” you say, turning to face him.
Matt immediately raises a brow. “Not like that!” You huff, “Stop being perverted!”
Matt raises his hands in innocence. “You're standing there without a shirt on telling me to look at you, and I’m the perverted one?”
You feel your cheeks flushing and bite your lip. “No, like— do you notice anything different?”
“You look beautiful, Y/N.”
”Yeah, but—“
Matt cuts you off. “Your body is perfect exactly like that.”
Your face scrunches in annoyance. “No—Matt! Do my boobs look bigger?!” You exclaim.
Matt's eyes widen at your outburst. He takes the opportunity to study your chest (for far too long) before nodding, “Yeah, they do look bigger.”
He approaches behind you and cups your tits with his palms, giving them a slight squeeze. You wince at his motion, sucking your teeth. “Fuck. Sorry! Did that hurt?” Matt immediately drops his hands.
You shake your head, “No, I don’t know why I did that,” you fabricate, lying through your teeth.
Matt pecks butterfly kisses down your neck. “Let's go to bed.”
…
Lacey rarely disagrees with you. She disagrees with Matt plenty, but when it comes to you, you're her biggest role model.
She does not want to leave the park. You don’t know how to get her to leave the park without putting your foot down, and something you're incapable of doing is being stern with Lacey.
“Lace, c’mon, let's go to daddy.”
“No.” Lacey crosses her arms. ”Hunny, it's time to go home.” You try.
“No.”
“Lacey—“ The toddler ignores you, and your lip starts to tremble. Where is this flood of emotion coming from?
You try one more time before Lacey’s constant rebuffs break you, and crocodile tears start streaming down your face.
“Y/N?”
Matt's hand is on your shoulder, urging you to get up from your crouching position. You stand up and attempt to wipe your tears away with the back of your hand.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He questions, picking Lacey up to hold her at his hip. You sniffle. “She wont listen to me.”
Lacey protests loudly as Matt picks her up, babbling little “no’s” repeatedly. “Lace, do you want ice cream?” Matt coos, effectively pacifying the toddler who loudly babbles in response.
Matt is confused, judging by how many chocolate bars you’d purchased earlier, he guessed you were on your period, but he heavily doubted anything Lacey said or did would make you this emotional period or not.
“Y/N, is everything at work okay?”
You nod, urging him that everything is fine. It’s the truth. Matt doesn’t quite believe you, skepticism laced in his eyes.
“Do both of my girls need ice cream?” He asks. You nod.
Pistachio ice cream is disgusting. This was something you and Matt both agreed on: If you order pistachio ice cream, you're over the age of fifty or you have broken taste buds.
So when you lean over the counter and ask the clerk behind the glass for a large pistachio ice cream, Matt stares at you with a mix of confusion and amusement but follows in ordering Lacey a kiddie-sized vanilla.
“You ordered pistachio ice cream,” Matt teases, bopping Lacey's nose with his finger, and she laughs. “She ordered pistachio ice cream, Lace, isn’t that weird.”
It’s obvious Lacey doesn’t know what he’s saying, but she still giggles at her father's antics. You cross your arms playfully, “shut up.” You huff, spooning the ice cream into your mouth.
You and Matt walk slowly out of the park because Lacey’s on foot. You're halfway done with your ice cream when you stop abruptly, and the pieces finally connect in your mind.
You’d been moody - period moody but weren’t on your period. You threw up at one of your favorite scents and ordered pistachio ice cream for god sake.
Holy shit.
“Matt, I think I’m pregnant,” you blurt.
Matt stops dead in his tracks when your words process in his head. His mouth falls into a slight ‘o’ shape, and he grips Lacey's hand slightly tighter.
You look at him and wince at his initial reaction, starting to feel a lump form in your throat. “I-is that bad?” You ask.
Matt swallows harshly. “No-no, baby it's not bad, I just wasn’t expecting that.”
He picks up Lacey, who’s looking back and forth between the two of you in confusion, and buckles her in her stroller, gripping the handlebar with one hand to give his full attention to you.
He studied your face; your eyes were reddish as you looked up at him. You breathed, waiting for Matt to break the silence.
“Let’s stop by the pharmacy on the way home, yeah?” Matt grips your hand, giving you an encouraging squeeze. You nod, knowing your voice will betray you if you try to speak.
You hesitate at the pharmacy’s entrance once you get there. Matt takes quick notice of this. “You stay here with Lacey; I’ll go in - I’ll be thirty seconds.”
“Ok.” You smile lightly at him and take a turn with the stroller.
…
You subconsciously lock yourself in the bathroom when you get home. You didn’t mean to lock Matt out, but you didn’t have the courage to do this with him.
You’re internally freaking out and trying to ground yourself by telling yourself “It’s just peeing on a stick.” This does the opposite of calming your heart rate.
You view the test. Two lines - positive. You freeze in place for a moment before Matt creaks the door open, “Baby, you’ve been in here forty min…”
Silence stifles his words once he sees the positive test in your grasp. “You're pregnant,” he smiles.
Your mind is overwhelmed with new information, and your mouth runs dry, unable to speak. You hug Matt tightly, clinging to him, knowing that's what you need to calm yourself down. “I won't be a good mother,” you mutter into his chest.
Matt's look hardens. “Have you seen yourself with Lacey? You’re a natural. You put her to sleep, feed her, you have the most controlled temper I’ve ever seen, and she loves you, Y/N.”
You frown. “Are you forgetting I’m here?” Matt continues, “I was a single dad for a year; you're going to have support baby.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I'm going to take care of you.”
A small smile creeps onto your face with Matt's encouragement. Matt notices your change in face and smiles, “We're going to have a baby.”
The realization sinks in, and you laugh, repeating Matt’s words. “We're going to have a baby.”
Matt ushers you to the bed where you sit down. There’s a bottle of Gatorade on the bed stand and one of your chocolate bars. “Electrolytes,” Matt smiles, handing you the drink which you steadily down.
You sit for a moment in content silence before you speak up, “Where’s Lacey?”
”The sitter came and picked her up, thought we needed some alone time.”
You laugh, “Alone time is good.” Matt nods, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “It’s my fault… the shit I said at the hotel.”
You can tell he’s too nervous to admit what he said and smirk, “You mean when you said you wanted to breed me and then begged to come inside of me… yeah, I think this is your fault,” you tease.
Matt laughs wholeheartedly and presses a kiss to your lips, pecking you twice. Then he pecks your forehead, above your brow, and both of your cheeks before he’s back to your lips in a full-on make-out session.
“I love you.” He presses a hand to your stomach.
Matt nudges his nose against yours, tilting his head to get better access to your lips. His lips taste minty from his ice cream sample. You take his scent in, the mix of his shampoo and Lacey's baby powder.
His stubble grazes your face as he leans over you. You laugh lightly into his mouth as the stubble tickles your cheeks. He feels wonderful.
Your hands move from his neck to his cheeks, cupping them. Your stomach felt fuzzy - your head felt fuzzy - and he didn’t stop moving his lips against yours. His hands roam your back and send goosebumps up your spine. When you pull away gasping for oxygen Matt pecks your neck. An innocent action coming from him. His hands prod your waist, sliding from your back to your stomach. He gently squeezes your sides and grips your waist lightly.
“I love you.” He presses a kiss behind your ear. “I love you.” He repeats. Another kiss followed.
You smile, you love it when he’s sappy. You cup his cheeks and press a chaste kiss to his forehead. “I love you too Matt.”
“Since I got you pregnant do you think we should get married?”
You play along, raising an eyebrow. “Get me a ring and I’ll think about it.”