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ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴜɴᴄʜ

Part 3 of singer reader x influencer Matt!

Summary: you go to brunch at Madison’s and meet a bunch of people, including the triplets. You talk a little more with Matt than anyone else.

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Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of the Airbnb, warming the room long before your alarm had the chance to go off. You were already awake. Excited was an understatement.

You reached over to your nightstand, unlocking your phone to see the text Madison had sent the night before with her address and the brunch time. A smile spread across your face.

Yesterday you knew absolutely nobody in Los Angeles. Today you were heading to brunch at Madison Beer’s house. Life was weird.

You climbed out of bed, making yourself a quick breakfast before wandering over to your suitcase. After staring at your clothes for far too long, you finally settled on a red gingham top and your favourite pair of relaxed blue jeans. Casual. Cute. Not trying too hard. Exactly what you were going for.

You curled a few loose pieces of hair around your face, kept your makeup soft and glowy, slipped on a pair of white sneakers, grabbed your purse and headed downstairs just as your Uber pulled up.

The drive over felt different than last night. Instead of nerves about walking into a room full of strangers, it was excitement.

Maybe today would be the day you actually started building a life here. The Uber pulled into a quiet neighbourhood lined with modern homes and perfectly trimmed hedges. Your stomach fluttered. “You’ve arrived,” the driver smiled. You thanked him before stepping out onto the sidewalk. Taking one deep breath, you walked up the driveway and knocked. Only a few seconds passed before the door swung open. “There she is!” Madison smiled.

“I’m so glad you came.”

“Thanks for inviting me.”

“Come in.”

The smell of fresh pancakes, coffee and bacon immediately filled the air. Laughter echoed from somewhere further inside the house. You followed Madison into the kitchen before your eyes widened slightly. There had to be fifteen people there. Some were gathered around the island. Others sat around the large dining table. Music played quietly from a speaker in the corner while conversations overlapped one another. You instantly recognized a few faces from social media. Tara. Gabi. Josh. You tried your best not to stare. Madison gently touched your arm. “Come on.”

She began introducing you one by one. “This is Tara.”

“So nice to meet you!”

“This is Gabi.”

“It’s nice meeting you!”

“And Josh.”

“Welcome to LA,” Josh smiled.

One by one everyone greeted you so warmly that the nerves you’d carried all morning slowly melted away. Eventually, Madison led you over to three familiar faces standing together. “And these three..” she laughed.

“are Chris, Nick and Matt.”

She pointed to each of them individually as she spoke. You smiled. “Hi.”

“Hey,” all three answered almost in sync.

You looked between them for a second before laughing. “Wait.. You guys are the Sturniolo triplets, right?”

Nick grinned immediately. “Of course.”

Chris laughed while Matt simply smiled to himself. “I’ve definitely seen you guys online before,” you admitted.

“We’re honoured,” Nick joked dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.

Madison laughed. “I’ll let you guys introduce yourselves properly.”

She wandered off to continue greeting another guest. You chatted for another minute before everyone slowly began making their way toward the dining table. You grabbed a plate, helping yourself to fruit, pancakes and eggs before scanning the table for somewhere to sit. Only one chair remained. Beside Matt. He noticed you looking around. “I think that’s your spot.”

You laughed. “Looks like it.”

Sliding into the chair, you placed your plate down. Conversation filled the room almost instantly. People talked over one another. Someone was telling an embarrassing story from the week before. Someone else was trying to defend themselves. It felt loud but comfortable.

“So..” Matt spoke beside you.

You turned toward him. “So..”

“You knew who we were?”

You smiled. “I mean, yeah..”

“How many videos have you watched?”

You pretended to think. “Enough.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s not really an answer.”

“I don’t know,” you laughed. “They’d pop up on my TikTok.”

Nick looked over immediately. “Hear that?” He pointed between you and his brothers. “She said they.” He gasped dramatically. “She doesn’t even know which one is which.”

You laughed. “I do.”

“Oh?” Nick folded his arms. “Prove it.”

You pointed across the table. “You’re Chris.”

Chris nodded. “Correct.”

You pointed to the person beside him. “You’re Nick.”

Nick grinned. “So far, so good.”

Finally, you looked beside yourself. “And you’re Matt.”

Nick threw both hands into the air. “She passes.”

Matt laughed quietly beside you. You looked at him. “I was hoping you’d tell us you had absolutely no idea who we were.”

You smiled. “Sorry to ruin your ego.”

He smirked. “You just made my ego bigger.”

You rolled your eyes. “I can tell.”

Chris laughed from across the table. “She’s funny.”

“She is,” Nick agreed.

The conversation naturally drifted elsewhere, but every now and then you and Matt somehow found yourselves talking again. About Canada. About LA. About music. About how different the weather was. The conversations weren’t deep. Just easy. At one point you absentmindedly took the last sip of your orange juice before setting the empty glass beside your plate. Matt noticed almost immediately. “You want another one?”

You looked over. “Oh sure, if you’re already getting up.”

“No problem.”

He grabbed your glass without hesitation before walking toward the kitchen. You watched him disappear for a second.

“He does that.” Nick’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Hm?”

“He notices stuff.”

You smiled slightly.

A few moments later Matt returned, setting the fresh glass down beside your plate. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The brunch carried on for another couple of hours. Stories became funnier. People became louder. Every burst of laughter somehow ended with your eyes meeting Matt’s. Each time one of you looked away first. Neither of you seemed to acknowledge it.

Eventually people began collecting bags, saying their goodbyes and thanking Madison for hosting. You hugged Madison before promising you’d see her again soon. “It was so nice meeting everyone.”

“You’ll definitely be seeing us again,” she smiled.

As everyone slowly filtered toward the front door, you stepped outside into the warm afternoon sunshine. “Bye, guys!”

A chorus of goodbyes followed you as you walked toward your waiting Uber.

Back inside the house, Nick casually bumped Matt’s shoulder. “You talked to her longer than you’ve talked to me all week.”

Matt frowned. “Did I?”

Nick couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah.”

Matt looked toward the front window just in time to see your Uber pulling away from the curb. Nick just laughed to himself. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time they’d be seeing the Canadian singer.

ʙᴏᴀᴛ sᴇx ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜʀᴀᴛᴛ

Summary: you have sex with Matt & Chris on a boat.

Warnings: smut, p in v, taking turns, m receiving, f receiving, threesome, boat sex

The boat rocked gently beneath you, the sun glinting off the water as you straddled Chris’s lap. Your tiny bikini barely covered anything, the thin strings digging into your hips while the motion of the waves made your ass grind down against the hard bulge in his swim trunks. Chris’s hands gripped your waist, fingers spreading wide as he pulled you closer.

Matt sat across from you both, watching silently, his eyes fixed on the way your body moved. Chris leaned in first, his mouth claiming yours in a slow, deep kiss. His tongue slid against yours, tasting you while his palms slid up your back and down again, squeezing your ass through the bikini bottoms.

You felt the heat building between your legs as the boat’s rocking kept forcing you to rub against him. Chris broke the kiss just enough to murmur against your lips, “You feel so good on me, baby.” His voice was low, warm. You kissed him again, harder this time, your fingers threading into his hair.

Matt’s gaze never left you. Chris’s hands moved lower, slipping under the bikini to cup your bare cheeks, spreading you slightly as he rocked you against his cock. The friction made you gasp into his mouth. You could feel how thick he was, straining against the fabric.

Chris pulled back, eyes dark. “Matt’s watching you, you know. You like that?” You nodded, biting your lip, and Chris smiled before kissing you again, slower, deeper. His fingers hooked into your bikini bottoms and tugged them aside, exposing your pussy to the warm air. He ran two fingers along your slit, feeling how wet you already were.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he whispered against your ear, then louder so Matt could hear, “She’s dripping for us.”

You turned your head slightly, catching Matt’s eye. Chris kept stroking you, circling your clit with his thumb while his fingers teased your entrance. Your hips rolled on their own, chasing the pressure. Chris kissed down your neck, sucking lightly at the spot that always made you shiver.

Matt stood up, moving closer but still keeping his distance from Chris. You reached for him, pulling him into a kiss while Chris’s fingers pushed inside you. Two thick digits curled, rubbing that perfect spot as you moaned into Matt’s mouth. Matt’s hand came up to cup your breast through the bikini top, thumb brushing your nipple until it stiffened.

Chris’s free hand stayed on your ass, guiding your movements as you rode his fingers. “That’s it, ride them just like that,” he praised, voice husky. “You’re taking them so well.”

You broke the kiss with Matt to look down at Chris, eyes half lidded with pleasure. Matt’s hand slid into your hair, gently tugging your head back so he could kiss along your throat while Chris added a third finger, stretching you open. The boat rocked again, pushing you down harder onto his hand.

Chris pulled his fingers out and brought them to your lips. You sucked them clean without hesitation, tasting yourself. “Good girl,” he murmured, watching your tongue work. “Now show Matt how good that mouth is.”

You slid off Chris’s lap and onto your knees between them. Matt pushed his swim trunks down, his cock springing free, thick and already leaking. You wrapped your hand around the base and leaned in, licking a slow stripe up the underside before taking the head into your mouth. Chris watched from behind you, his hands roaming your back and ass, squeezing and spreading you.

Matt groaned as you took him deeper, your tongue swirling around him. Chris’s fingers returned to your pussy, pushing back inside while you sucked Matt’s cock. The dual sensation made your thighs tremble. Chris leaned over you, kissing the small of your back. “Look at you, taking care of both of us. So fucking perfect.”

You bobbed your head, taking Matt as far as you could, saliva dripping down his shaft. Chris’s fingers pumped steadily, scissoring inside you, getting you ready. When your jaw started to ache, you pulled off Matt with a wet pop and turned back to Chris.

Chris stood, pushing his trunks down. His cock was just as hard, flushed dark at the tip. You took him into your mouth next, one hand still stroking Matt while you sucked Chris. Chris’s hand rested gently on the back of your head, not pushing, just holding. “That’s my girl. Suck it nice and slow.”

Matt’s fingers replaced Chris’s inside you, thicker and reaching deeper. You moaned around Chris’s cock, the vibration making him twitch on your tongue. The boat kept rocking, adding an unpredictable rhythm to every movement.

Chris pulled you up after a few minutes, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. “Come here,” he said, lying back on the padded bench. He guided you to straddle his face, your knees on either side of his head. You lowered yourself onto his mouth and his tongue immediately found your clit, licking broad, firm strokes.

Matt moved behind you, his hands on your hips as you rode Chris’s face. Chris’s tongue pushed inside you, fucking you with it while his nose brushed your clit. Your hands gripped the edge of the bench as pleasure built fast. Matt leaned in, kissing the back of your neck, then down your spine. “You’re shaking already,” he said softly. “He’s making you feel good, isn’t he?”

You moaned loudly in answer, grinding down on Chris’s tongue. Chris’s hands held your thighs, encouraging the movement. Matt’s fingers found your clit from behind, rubbing tight circles while Chris licked you from underneath. The combination had you gasping, thighs quivering.

Chris pulled back just enough to speak against your pussy. “Cum on my tongue, baby. Let me taste it.” You came hard, crying out as your walls pulsed around nothing, slick dripping onto Chris’s chin. He licked you through it, slow and thorough.

When your legs stopped shaking, Chris helped you turn around. He lay back again and you straddled his hips this time, sinking down onto his cock in one smooth motion. You were so wet he slid in easily, stretching you perfectly. Matt stood beside you, his cock in hand. You leaned over, taking him back into your mouth while you rode Chris.

Chris’s hands gripped your waist, guiding your pace. “Ride me just like that. Fuck, you feel incredible.” Matt’s hand stroked your hair as you sucked him, your moans muffled around his length.

After a while Chris lifted you off him and turned you so you were facing Matt. He positioned you on your hands and knees, then pushed back inside you from behind. Matt knelt in front of you, feeding his cock back into your mouth. Chris fucked you with long, deep strokes, each one making you rock forward onto Matt.

The boat’s motion added to every thrust. Chris reached around to rub your clit again. “You’re taking us so well. Both of us. Such a good girl.”

Matt pulled out of your mouth to kiss you, swallowing your moans while Chris pounded into you. Your orgasm built again, tighter this time. Chris felt it, slowing his thrusts to draw it out. “Cum for me,” he encouraged. “Let go.”

You came again, clenching around Chris’s cock, your whole body shaking. Chris groaned but didn’t stop, fucking you through it until you were whimpering from overstimulation.

He pulled out and Matt took his place, sliding into your soaked pussy in one thrust. Chris moved to your front, kissing you deeply while Matt fucked you. Matt’s pace was different, slower, more grinding, and it hit new spots that made your eyes roll back. Chris’s hand cupped your breast, thumb circling your nipple. “That feels good huh?” he asked against your lips.

You could only moan in response, kissing him messily as Matt’s cock dragged against your walls. Matt’s hands held your hips steady, his breathing ragged. “So tight,” he murmured. “So wet for us.”

They switched again. Chris lay back and pulled you on top of him, your back to his chest this time. He held your legs open while Matt knelt between them, pushing back inside you. The angle let both of them touch you, chris’s hands on your breasts, Matt’s thumb on your clit. You were overwhelmed, pleasure crashing over you in waves.

Matt fucked you steadily while Chris whispered praise in your ear. “You’re doing so well. Taking everything we give you. Look at you, so beautiful like this.” Your third orgasm hit harder, your vision going white as you clenched around Matt’s cock.

They didn’t stop. Matt pulled out and Chris slid back in from below, the position letting him go deeper. Matt kissed you while Chris thrust up into you, his cock hitting your cervix with every stroke. You were crying out with every thrust, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes.

Chris’s hand found your clit again. “One more for us, baby. You can do it.” The pressure built impossibly high until you shattered again, squirting around Chris’s cock as you came. Matt caught your moans in his mouth, kissing you through it.

They laid you down on the bench together afterward, both of them touching you gently, stroking your hair, kissing your shoulders, rubbing your thighs. Chris pulled you against his chest, Matt’s hand resting on your hip. The boat rocked softly beneath you all, the only sound the water lapping against the hull and your ragged breathing slowly evening out.

Chris kissed your temple. “You were perfect.” Matt nodded in agreement, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. You lay there between them, completely spent and utterly satisfied, the sun warm on your skin as the boat drifted.