So True....🤭🎀🍊

THIS PICTURE IS FULLY GIVING BOYFRIEND CHRIS,WHEN GOING OUT AT THE BEACH,WITH BONFIRE AND SNACKS AT THE SLIGHTLY COLD BREEZE AND CUDDLING,JUST TALKING,AND ENJOYING THE COMFORTABLE SILENCE UNDER THE STARS TOGETHER😫🎀💘

(I need him so bad,i need to kiss him all over and make him mine🎀)

chris version is up on my tiktok now <3 @.13hoax

happy baby ♡

° RULES WERE MEANT TO BE BROKEN °

( 2 ) - link to ( 1 )

pairing: Matt Sturniolo and fem!reader (best friends brother)

in which: Matt knows you very well,maybe even too much for your liking,but he should be off limits...

~warnings: nicknames,kissing,mentions of makeout,physical touch...nothing muchh lol,English is NOT my first language!~

Matt always told himself he was good at hiding things. Hiding when he was upset, hiding when he was stressed, and most importantly—hiding the fact that he had feelings for his brothers' best friend.

You.

You, who had been around for years.

You, who had practically become part of the family.

You, who always ruffled his hair playfully, who always saved him the last slice of pizza, who never failed to notice when something was bothering him.

And tonight, you were staying over.

Matt swallowed hard as he sat on the couch, trying to focus on whatever movie was playing. His brothers were already knocked out, leaving just the two of you awake. You stretched with a sigh, your shirt riding up just a bit, and Matt forced himself to look away.

"Tired?" he asked, his voice coming out steadier than he expected.

"A little" you admitted, glancing at him with a small smirk. "You okay? You’ve been kinda quiet."

Matt bit the inside of his cheek. "Yeah. Just thinking."

"About what?" - your voice echoing through his ears.

He hesitated. He could lie. He could brush it off. He could pretend that the idea of you lying just down the hall, so close yet so out of reach, wasn’t driving him insane.

Instead, he met your gaze.

"You."

Your expression changed—surprised at first, then something else, something softer. "Matt—"

"I know it’s messed up," he cut in, shaking his head.

"You’re Nick and Chris’s best friend. You’re… off limits. I get it. But I can’t help it. I don’t wanna pretend I don’t want you anymore."

A beat of silence passed before you shifted closer.

"Who said I wanted you to pretend?"- your voice waking something in him immediately that he couldn't control.

Matt barely had time to process that before your lips were on his. It was hesitant at first, as if testing the waters, but when his hands found your waist, you pressed closer, deepening the kiss.

He groaned against your lips, years of pent-up longing spilling over as he pulled you onto his lap.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, and he let out a low sound that made heat pool in your stomach. His hands grabbing onto your hips, gripping them with his fingers, while your body was moving and grinding onto his lap by itself, it was the motion you just couldn't stop. It felt too good. But so wrong. Soft sounds leaving past your lips, the whines that shushed when Matt kissed you, but the friction between you two just unbearable..

"Are you sure?" he murmured between kisses, his breath warm against your skin.

You nodded. "I’ve been sure for a while. Just didn’t think you were."

Matt huffed a laugh, running his hands under your shirt, fingertips grazing over your warm skin.

"Guess we’ve both been idiots then."

You smiled, leaning down to capture his lips again. As his hands explored, and the night stretched on, all thoughts of "off limits" faded away, leaving nothing but the feeling of each other.

And ofcourse, not waking Nick and Chris up.

author's note: this is the second part of the best friends brother series i made,and probably the last,im still thinking of making them an au,but still not sure absolutely,sorry guys for any grammar mistakes or anything lmaoo,but lmk what you think and should i make them a au??

Lili's corner ♡...

no pressure tags: @chrislilcumslvt @adoreechxmpion @strnilolover @cockettechris @luvrbrii @hearts4werka @stellasturns @mattsmommy69 @evie-sturns @chrepsi @mattscoquette @mattslolita @victoriassadcorner @sturnfannn @sturn10log1rl @sturnlsstuff @chrattho1 @issysh3ll @idontcare4urmom @sweetshuga @liiixsturniolos @fairyrcts @unknvhx @sturns4ever @sturnioz

HE IS INSANENENNENENENENEN THE BOXERS??????3?/).?

Change is hard but staying somewhere you don't belong to will destroy you

make up, make out (or just finger her.)

𝘣𝘴𝘧!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

contains ➛ ★ smut ★ fingering ★ best friends to something ★ praising ★ dirty talk ★ pet names ★

based on this

𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦!

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you were still mad.

not the kind of mad where you’re yelling or making some dramatic scene. just… simmering. quiet. the kind of mad that sits right under your skin and makes your jaw lock a little too tight and your arms cross without you realizing. matt was driving, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping a little too aggressively on his thigh, and the silence in the car was so loud it felt like it was screaming.

you had gone with him today because he asked, and you always did. didn’t matter where or why—if matt needed something, you were there. but the way he handled the situation earlier? reckless. impulsive. he snapped at someone who didn’t even deserve it, all because he was frustrated, and you had called him out on it. told him he could’ve handled it better. that he was being stupid and irresponsible and escalating something that didn’t need to be.

and maybe you didn’t have to say it like that. maybe you said it a little too harshly. maybe you forgot how short his temper could be when he felt like he was being criticized.

but still. you weren’t wrong.

he hadn’t said much since you got in the car. just the occasional sigh and that quiet grinding of his teeth that meant he was still stewing in it. and you didn’t say anything either, too busy replaying the argument over and over in your head, wondering if you should’ve just shut your mouth and let it go. you weren’t supposed to go home tonight. you were supposed to stay over. he had stuff to do early tomorrow and it just made sense. but now, the thought of staying in his room, in his bed, with this tension between you—it made your stomach twist in the worst way.

when you got to his place, he didn’t say anything. just unlocked the door and let you in, his footsteps heavy against the wood floors. you followed him out of habit more than anything, into his room, dropping your bag by the corner. you sat on the edge of his bed and he just stood there, arms crossed, brows furrowed like he was still trying to hold back the last of his anger. the silence made everything worse. you looked up at him, irritated and tired and just needing this whole thing to be over.

“are you just gonna stand there like an idiot?”

his eyebrows raised. “i don’t know. you make it pretty clear you don’t want me close to you right now.”

that shut you up.

you looked away, jaw clenched again, lips pressed into a thin line. you didn’t want to admit how much that stung. because it was true. or at least, it felt true with how things had gone down. you didn’t mean to make him feel like that, but there wasn’t much else you could say now without making it worse. he sighed. heavy and annoyed. then scoffed under his breath.

“fine. be like that. i’m goin’ to sleep.”

he stripped off his t-shirt and pants like it was just any other night. like everything wasn’t completely off between you. then he climbed into bed next to you, turning away, facing the wall. it was so damn cold, and not in the temperature kind of way.

you sat there for a while, arms wrapped around yourself, staring at the floor like it held some kind of answer. but you weren’t going home. not now. not at this hour. and definitely not when you both felt like shit. so eventually, you peeled off your pants, tugged off your bra under your shirt, and slid under the covers. your back was to him, and you stared into the darkness, wishing this didn’t suck so bad. sleepovers were supposed to be easy. comforting. they always had been. you needed this comfort more than you’d admit, but now it just felt… wrong.

you didn’t even notice when he turned over. didn’t realize his arm had moved until his fingers brushed your waist, tentative and slow. your whole body tensed for half a second, but then you melted. it was automatic—like muscle memory. like your body knew better than your mind did. his hand stayed there, warm and grounding, then started tracing soft, lazy shapes into your skin. he didn’t say anything. didn’t apologize. didn’t expect you to. but that one little touch was everything you didn’t know you needed.

his fingers drifted lower, almost absentmindedly, like he was just following whatever instinct pulled him closer to you. when they reached your inner thigh, your breath caught just a little. not because it was sudden. not because it was inappropriate. but because it felt like something shifted in the air between you—something unspoken and new. you didn’t stop him.

you didn’t want to.

and he didn’t push. he didn’t move fast or demand anything. just kept tracing those soft, slow circles like he was testing the waters. like he was still asking, in his own quiet way, if this was okay. if you still wanted him close, even after everything.

you shifted just slightly, pressing back into him, and that was all the answer he needed.

his fingers slid higher, slow and deliberate, like he was testing just how far he could go without breaking something unspoken between you. but the moment they brushed higher—really higher—into that space he never would've dared to touch, your breath hitched. a quiet, shaky little inhale that betrayed everything you were trying to keep contained.

you still didn’t stop him.

and that was the moment. that was when something shifted—something neither of you acknowledged, not out loud anyway. his fingertips glided between your thighs, and when he found the warmth there, the wetness that had bloomed without permission, he stilled for just a second. like he was surprised. like maybe he wasn’t expecting to find you like that.

but then his touch deepened, fingers gliding through it, spreading it gently, and your hips rocked forward—just a little. involuntary. like your body was already ahead of you, making decisions your mind was too slow to catch up to.

you weren’t even sure why this was happening. sure, matt was attractive. you’d always known that. he was matt—he was handsome, warm, funny and familiar, and he had always been yours in some way. but the comfort of your friendship had never crossed this kind of line. cuddling, sure. even spooning so close it was hard to breathe sometimes. but this?

this was different.

his nose brushed against the back of your neck, his breath warm and shaky like yours, and you felt his hand move again—fingers sliding lower, slower, slipping through the slick heat of you with a touch so gentle it made your thighs twitch. one of your hands gripped the sheets, the other curled tight into a fist against your chest, trying to ground yourself, trying not to fall too fast into this feeling you couldn’t name.

matt’s fingers circled you slowly, exploring, teasing, until you let out a quiet sound—half a gasp, half a moan that you didn’t mean to let escape.

he paused, just for a moment.

“…you okay?” his voice was low, hoarse, barely a whisper against your skin.

you nodded before you could think. “…yeah. just—keep going.”

and he did.

he pressed in closer, his chest flush against your back, his hand cupping you more firmly now as his fingers found a rhythm on your clit, slow and deep and just barely there, like he was still trying to be careful. still unsure if he was really allowed to do this. but your body said yes before you ever did. the way your thighs parted just a little more. the way your hips lifted to meet his touch. the way your breath hitched every time he brushed right where you needed him most.

this wasn’t a mistake. it just didn’t feel like one. and if it was?

neither of you were ready to stop.

his fingers moved slow, steady, deep—like he was taking his time learning every part of you he’d never dared to touch before tonight. the heat of his body pressed along your back, chest rising and falling against you, breath warm against your neck as he kissed your skin in lazy, unhurried passes. like he was trying to make up for everything without saying the words. but even through the haze of pleasure curling tight in your belly, the tension still lingered.

you turned your face into the pillow, eyes half-lidded, breath uneven. “i’m still mad at you,” you breathed, voice barely audible.

he didn’t stop. didn’t hesitate. his lips brushed over the back of your neck again, tender and warm.

“and i’m sincerely apologizing,” he whispered into your skin.

then he kissed you again, a little lower, and you felt the apology settle deeper in your chest when he pushed his fingers in—stretching you open, filling you so perfectly you had to bite your lip to keep quiet.

you gasped, your hips rocking back into his hand instinctively. the tension between you melted just a little more with every slow, deliberate curl of his fingers inside you. and those kisses—soft and slow, dotting a trail from your neck to your shoulder—felt like a thousand quiet i’m sorrys he didn’t know how to say out loud.

“you didn’t have to snap like that,” you whispered, breath catching as his fingers thrust just a little deeper.

“i know,” he murmured. “i lost my shit. should’ve listened to you.”

his voice was rough with guilt, threaded with regret, but his hand was steady. patient. like he was trying to fix it with every motion, every gentle thrust that made your stomach tighten and your thighs tremble.

“i hated fighting with you,” you admitted, softer now.

his nose grazed the side of your neck, and you felt him exhale, long and quiet.

“me too,” he said. “don’t ever want to do that again.”

you believed him. not just because of the words, but because of the way he was touching you—like you were something precious, like he was trying to hold you together after being the one to crack you open. his fingers moved again, rubbing slow circles over your clit with his thumb while the other two thrust deeper, firmer, curling just right—and your body arched, chasing the edge without thinking.

whatever had snapped between you hours ago had shifted again. and this time… it didn’t feel like something breaking. it felt like something new. something honest. you weren’t done being mad. but god, it was hard to hold onto the anger when he was holding you like this.

when he was giving you everything.

his fingers kept moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm, curling just right inside you while his thumb rubbed over your clit with enough pressure to keep your hips tilting, chasing every wave of pleasure that rippled through you. his chest stayed pressed against your back, solid and warm, his skin hot where it touched yours—his mouth never straying far from your neck, dropping soft kisses between murmured apologies and quiet, breathy praises.

“feel so fuckin' good,” he whispered, almost like he couldn’t believe it. “been thinking about this… thinking about you—and now you’re here, letting me touch you like this…”

his voice was low and hoarse and full of something that made your heart clench, made your body tighten around his fingers all over again. you whimpered when his fingers pushed deeper, your hand reaching back to grip his thigh, grounding yourself as he moved faster, more sure now. your thighs were trembling, your skin burning from the inside out, and still, all you could feel was him. his hand, his voice, his breath on your skin, and the way his hips subtly pressed forward against you, like he couldn’t take not being fully inside you much longer.

you turned your head slightly, barely catching his eyes in the low light. “you’re still annoying as hell,” you whispered, breath hitching as his fingers pressed right there again.

he chuckled softly, lips brushing your shoulder. “yeah, but you’re letting me finger you, so i must be doing something right.”

you let out a shaky laugh—half from amusement, half from how good he was making you feel—and your head dropped back onto the pillow as he kept going, as the pressure inside you built to a breaking point.

your whole body was tense, teetering on the edge, and his free hand moved to your waist, gripping it gently like he could feel you getting closer. “that’s it,” he murmured, kissing just behind your ear. “cum f'me, baby. come on…”

and you did.

your body seized around him, thighs shaking, breath breaking in uneven gasps as the orgasm rolled through you, hard and relentless. your hand clutched the sheets, your whole body curling into him as the waves hit again and again and again. he didn’t pull away. didn’t stop until your hips twitched and your breathing turned ragged, until the only sound in the room was your soft whimpering as you came down. only then did he slowly slip his fingers out, his hand gliding down your thigh to soothe the aftershocks.

you stayed quiet for a moment, your head buried in the pillow, catching your breath.

then you turned, just enough to glance back at him. his eyes were already on you—wide, soft, searching.

“you're horrible at apologizing. you know that?” you whispered.

he smirked a little, brushing your hair off your face. “mmh. i just made you cum on my fingers. i think that's good enough to show you how sorry i am.”

you stared at him, rolling your eyes at the stupid smirk plastered on his face.

his lips tugged into a quiet smile, and he leaned in to kiss your shoulder again.

“stop givin' me that grumpy look. seen enough of that today.” he murmured. then he pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck like he always did.

you were still a little mad.

but you didn’t pull away.

because maybe this—whatever this was—meant more than either of you were ready to admit.

an: @sweetshuga gave me the idea for this and it's been sitting in my drafts for forever.

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This shits unbelievable

DAMN OMG ADI 😭💀

not trying the best.

i said my opinion cause u vent and judged other delulu fans,but like-we know they're not like that and that that's a different point of delulu,so yea respect your opinion stil.🤚🏼🤷🏽‍♀️😭

First, y’all think Chris is some actual player who plays with girls’ emotions and doesn’t know what consent is.

Then, y’all think Nick is a wannabe gay misogynistic Regina George.

Now, y’all think Matt is some cold, manipulative, sadistic guy who’s intentionally rude to his brothers for his own pleasure or for the cameras.

Do y’all actually like these boys??

Or do y’all only like the idea of the boys that you envision in your delusional imaginations, and because they’re not fulfilling your wildest parasocial fantasies, y’all start to create rumors of them being people worse than who they really are?

I definitely think it’s the latter.