Mads

you found it all to be quite odd, really. you didn’t know what it was about you—whether it was your looks or your personality, you couldn’t quite place what features or characteristics of yours were so compelling, so compelling that it led to such a deep rooted obsession.

or, obsessions.

you’ve known matt and chris for a while, you’ve seen them around your neighborhood a bunch, or out and about in public. actually, you see them around more often than you’d like to admit. and if you were completely honest…you didn’t mind at all. they were both extremely handsome, and there was absolutely no doubt about that, it made you smile knowing how head over heels they were just for you.

from the moment matt and chris first got even the slightest glimpse of you, they were entranced, captivated by you. they memorized everything about you—from your coffee order and the way you dress, all the way down to your schedule.

and that’s how you ended up where you are tonight.

the warmth of your blanket surrounded you as you laid in bed, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, when suddenly you received a mysterious text from matt.

you could’ve sworn your heart dropped, but a knowing smile quickly plastered onto the corners of your mouth as you glanced to your right as instructed, which brought your window into view.

you raised an eyebrow in confusion, no one was at your window. you got up from your bed and walked over to your window in anticipation, looking out. the sky was pitch black, the only thing illuminating it was the moon shining over the neighborhood.

then, you looked a little closer, suddenly seeing two familiar tall figures in the shadows outside, standing right below your window, but it’s so dark you can’t quite tell who is who. one of the silhouettes titled their head at you when you looked at them. you couldn’t tell whether it was matt or chris who performed the gesture, but either way it made you feel thrilled in a way you’ve never felt before.

you unlock your window and slide it open, peaking your head through. “you guys gonna stand there forever or climb through?” you ask tauntingly. one of them laughs, it sounds like chris.

“bold of you to assume climbing through is the only way we can get through.” chris speaks, in a mysterious and dark tone. you blink in confusion, about to open your mouth, but before you can, they’re already moving—to your front door.

it’s silent for a few minutes, the unsettling kind that uncomfortably fills the atmosphere all around you as you anticipate what their next moves could possibly be. why were they walking toward your front door anyway? it’s not like they have a key—

you’re snapped out of your thoughts by an echoey “click” noise. you could swear you hear your front door creak open and back shut. your pulse quickens as you step back, hearing footsteps carefully climb up your stairs.

“you really need a better spot for your spare key, love.” a voice, sounding a lot like matt’s, beams through your room, slightly raspy.

“wha—how’d you know where it was…?” your voice is slightly shaky. matt and chris walk further into your room and now you can finally see them. they look handsome, that’s for sure, brunette hair swooping over their eyes slightly, they both have light facial hair as well.

“we just pay attention, closer than you think. kinda hard to keep our eyes off of such a pretty girl like you, hm?” chris replies to your frantic question. you know exactly what he means by that—they’ve been watching you more than you realized. however, you’d be lying if you said that didn’t turn you on just a little bit. they step closer, taking in your current appearance. you were only in a t-shirt and a lace thong, since you’d just been relaxing at home.

“don’t take your eyes off of me, then.” the words slipped off your tongue in such a sultry manner that it made matt and chris even more desperate to just fuck you dumb, more desperate than they already were.

matt suddenly can’t take it anymore, he’s directly in front of you in one quick stride, you gasp as his hands come down to your waist, gripping tightly. “we won’t,” he whispers. “but you know what else? it’s also hard to keep our hands off of you as well.” matt murmurs, you suddenly feel chris behind you, his hand wrapping around to your neck, pulling you back against his chest.

“i think we need to show her just how obsessed she makes us, yeah?” chris teases, his head dipping down to the side of your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin while still holding you from behind. a whimper slips from your mouth as matt simultaneously places his lips against yours. the kiss isn’t at all gentle—it’s fueled with fire, and need. matt’s hands tease the waistband of your soaked panties before tugging them down completely.

“fuck,” you moan against matt’s lips as he dips a finger through your folds, and then pumping it in and out of you, adding a second finger almost immediately. the stretch burns, but it’s quickly turns into a pleasurable sensation.

chris pulls away from your neck and swiftly pulls your shirt over your head as matt continues pumping his fingers through you, chris’s hands travel to your boobs, thumbs beginning to circle quickly over your nipples, a smile plasters over his face as he feels them harden beneath his touch.

“such a good fuckin’ girl for us…already got you squirming and we barely even started.” matt chuckles darkly, pulling his fingers, that are now completely slick, out of you.

you whine at the loss of contact. chris pulls back from you too, but not for long—he backs you up against your bed until your knees buckle, you’re laying on your back, ankles dangling from the bed.

you watch as matt and chris both undo their belts, freeing both of their cocks, your mouth nearly begins watering at the sight. “gonna take us both, baby?” chris asks, already reaching for your legs, lifting them over his shoulders with ease.

“please—need both of you…” you whine out, matt climbs on the bed, kneeling beside your head and strokes himself a few times before tapping your chin, signaling for you to open your mouth. you don’t hesitate—not one bit, your lips part and his cock slides into your mouth. matt throws his head back as you begin sucking and licking at his length.

“mmmm, fuck…you’re so good at that love…” matt’s voice is slightly whiney, a tone you weren’t expecting from him. chris suddenly eases his cock inside of you, the both of you moan at the feeling.

he begins thrusting in and out of your pussy, beads of sweat already beginning to form on his forehead. “shit—your pussy feels so fucking good around me…” chris’s voice is barely even audible, he’s so lost in the feeling of you clenching around his cock, he lets out an almost pornographic groan.

matt pulls out of your mouth as he releases onto your tits, groaning your name as he does so. “look at what you do to me, darling…this is alllll for you,” he catches his breath, gesturing to the mess he made on top of you. the sight of that alone was enough to bring you closer to your own orgasm.

“m’gonna—i’m gonna cum!” you squeal out, chris begins moving his hips faster, and you feel the coil in your stomach burst—your release triggers chris’s, he cums inside of you with one last moan, you feel his release fill up your insides.

“oh fuck,” chris pants, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

all three of you take a moment to catch your breath. matt suddenly begins moving again, positioning himself against the headboard of your bed. you see him from the corner of your eye, and you smile to yourself before taking that as a sign to sit up, you crawl toward him and straddle him, your legs on either side of his legs.

before you can sink down fully onto his length, your index finger reaches up, lifting his chin lightly. “it’s my turn now,” you whisper, “m’gonna make you both even more obsessed with me.” it sounds like a promise—but that’s because it is. matt raises his eyebrows in amusement.

before either of them can make a snarky remark of any sort, you quickly sink down onto matt’s cock, your hips beginning to move at a desperate pace as you ride him. matt’s breath hitches as he looks up at you with submissive eyes, his persona suddenly switching.

you look back and reach for chris, who’s already making his way to you. he reaches down and kisses you—hard. his tongue shoots into your mouth with zero hesitation, trying to indulge in every inch of you. you reach down, stroking chris’s cock as you continue to ride matt mercilessly, the only sounds in the room are the lewd noises of skin slapping together, and the mix of all three of your guys’s moans.

“o—oh my god—yeah—just like that baby—” matt moans out, it sounds pathetic, but if anything, it arouses you even more.

chris pulls back from the kiss, his mouth forming a wide “o” shape as his eyes close, your hand works faster, you can tell the both of them are close, including you.

matt suddenly cums inside of you, moaning at how intense his release is. you gasp at the feeling, your own orgasm taking over you as you cum all over matt’s cock. you don’t bother getting up, he’s still completely buried within you. you lean over, popping chris’s tip into your mouth briefly, he cums in your mouth shortly after, and you swallow and lick every drop, not wasting one bit of his release. you slowly ease off of matt’s length, collapsing on the bed beside the both of them.

little did you know, their obsession with you had just grown much larger than before. and you loved every bit of it.

©𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐇𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

💌: i’ll try to keep this short…but today marks my 2 year tumblr anniversary!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just wanted to say that i love and appreciate all of you so so much, more than you guys even know!!!!! i’ve made some really really good friends on here and met some really cool people through this app too, i love interacting with each and every single one of you, and i’m so endlessly grateful for all the support and love toward me and my writing, LONG STORY SHORT THANK YOU ALL FOR ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING!!!! ILY GUYS AND THIS COMMUNITY SO SO MUCH THE WORD LOVE ISNT ENOUGH!!!! 💝💝💝💝

chris had fallen asleep an hour ago, but you are still scrolling on tiktok as you lie beside him. your free hand gently tangles in his hair as your other hand scrolls mindlessly from video to video.

suddenly, you come across a fan-made compilation of you and chris’s cute moments that were hidden in plain sight throughout a bunch of videos on him and his brothers’ channel.

the first clip came from a car video where you and chris were sat in the backseat and nick had stolen chris’s usual seat. there’s words written all over the screen telling viewers to watch the clip closely. as you watch, you smile seeing chris’s hand rest on your knee and your hand lying on top of his.

the second your hands touched in the clip, you gave each other a quick glance and a smile. you laugh softly at the fact that fans were noticing.

the next clip showed something you remembered vividly. matt had been streaming in his bedroom, chris sat beside him. you went in to find chris, and walked in at the same time he was jokingly making fun of you.

“oh, y/n?” you hear his voice clearly. “she has absolutely zero common sense.” 

you see yourself standing behind him, trying not to laugh. you also see matt, who had noticed you, but didn’t say a word.

“terrible survival instincts too,” he continues. “the other day she almost pet a racoon because it looked friendly, but i made her walk away. we watched the same racoon go after someone else who tried to pet it.”

you smile as you continue watching the clip.

chris briefly read the chat in the clip, laughing at a message. “yeah, she’s stupid, but i love her.”

“who are you calling stupid?” you hear yourself chime in. matt started cackling.

chris’s eyes got wide fast, and he slowly turned to you. “uhh..” he says, but you already grabbed a pillow from matt’s bed and slammed it in his face.

“i’m not stupid!” you yelled at him while laughing.

then, chris jumped at you, knocking you onto matt’s bed. you can hear both of you giggling while matt is both cackling and yelling at you two to not break his bed.

you see yourself flailing around and trying to escape his grasp as he squeezed your waist, the back of your neck, and everywhere else that made your body jump.

you can’t help but laugh at the memory.

in the next clip, you’re blindfolded during blind, deaf, and mute baking challenge. chris was deaf, headphones blasting music, and both nick and matt were mute.

you were yelling at chris, having thought that he was matt. meanwhile, nick and matt were trying not to make a sound as they laughed through duct tape.

chris just watched you as you kept yelling at him, looking around confused. it wasn’t until nick and matt started making crazy hand gestures at him that he realized you thought that he was matt, all the while you were still yelling at him.

chris smirked, an idea coming to mind, and he leaned in and kissed you, shutting you up. you immediately squeaked and pushed him away. not because you still thought he was matt, but because he startled you.

“not matt ohmygod,” you say, trying not to laugh despite yourself. “sorry chris,” you add.

“i love you!” he yells over his music.

as you watch, you glance over at chris’s sleeping frame, smiling. you press a kiss to his temple before continuing watching the video.

in the next clip, you had all just left a concert where you had decided to wear heels. you stood for hours, and your feet had hurt a lot.

you were whining and complaining as you walked awkwardly beside them and  nick and matt made fun of you for getting yourself into this situation.

“baby, i told you to wear comfy shoes,” chris said, a rare occasion of a pet name slipping from his lips on camera.

“but i had to wear the heels for the outfit,” you argued.

chris stopped walking, and so did the rest of you, confused. 

“can you jump in them?” he asked.

you raised an eyebrow. “jump? maybe. i definitely cannot land, though,” you said. “why?” 

chris turned around, crouching down. “hop on,” he said chivalrously.

you did immediately, whooping as he hoisted you up and held onto your legs firmly.

“fuck yeah,” you said. “much better.”

matt and nick laughed, making fun of chris. 

“someone thinks they’re a knight in shining armor,” nick said.

“don’t drop your princess,” matt added.

chris just ignored them, lost in his own little world with you.

you smile while watching back on that moment.

the rest of the video just includes various screenshots from videos of the two of you being touchy and affectionate. as the video starts looping back to the beginning, you save it before turning off your phone and setting it down on your nightstand.

you turn your body to face your sleeping boyfriend, who has curled closer against you in his sleep. you run a hand over his cheek, and he leans into it instinctively.

you can’t help but laugh softly. fans go crazy over the sweet moments they see on camera, but they haven’t even seen half of it.

and they never will. you like keeping your relationship something purely for the two of you and the people around you.

you settle against your pillow, arm around chris. you keep thinking about the compilation as you drift off to sleep.

yeah, you’re gonna search for more of them tomorrow.

[a/n: this request was the cutestttt!! <3]

You still remember the day you met him.

You wish you could say it was all some divine coincidence, but you had been watching their videos for the past four years when you brought it up to your manager.

You were signed to the same agency as them, you had 4M subscribers and 1.8M followers. You’d done modeling, walked actual fucking runways, and had a house in Nashville and an apartment in LA.

You had the money to travel, to buy nice things for your family, to wear anything you liked, to experience life the way you had always wanted. It was absolutely surreal and most days you had to do a reality check when you woke up.

“You really think hanging out with boys like them would be good for your brand?”

“You don’t understand,” you insisted. “I know they swear and make some crude jokes, but they’re good people. They don’t drink or smoke, and they seem really nice.”

Your manager, Julia, pinched her nose and took a deep breath.

“{y/n}—”

“Please? I swear I’ll be so good.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about.”

You had a reputation that Julia was trying very hard to maintain. You didn’t swear on camera, didn’t smoke or drink, didn’t wear revealing clothes, didn’t hook up, or really date at all for that matter. Most of it just boiled down to personal preferences, but that didn’t change the fact that it was what people expected from you, now.

Obviously, you had haters. A lot of them, actually. You got called a “pick me” a lot, which was frustrating in the beginning, because you were far from it. A lot of people just assumed your content was for the male gaze, which was ironic considering you did everything you could to avoid being sexualized. You didn’t even think of yourself as all that hot or anything, you were just… yourself.

“It could help you gently move away from seeming so uptight,” Julia mumbled thoughtfully.

“I’m not uptight,” you said back, almost defensively.

“I know that, but they’re don’t. It’s bad enough people are still talking about your political views.”

“I stand by my views.”

“I understand that, {y/n}, but you’re a content creator, not a politician.”

I sighed.

The people on the internet are such cunts.

“I just need to know that no one will get backlash for this. Their fans aren’t exactly…” her voice trailed off.

“I know,” I said quietly, eyes glued to the floor.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Julia said with a sigh, her tone softer now.

Two weeks later, you were at their house in LA. You and Nick and been dming back and forth for about a week, trying to figure out how and when to make this happen. You had been put in a group chat with the triplets and both of your managers, but that was pretty much all the talking you had done with the other two.

Nick opened the door, greeted you with a smile and a hug.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you in person!”

You’ll admit it took some to really connect with Matt, considering you favored your more energetic personality with new people, but over time you bonded. Late night gas station trips, deep conversations, matching sense of humor…

With Chris, though, it was different. His hand popped against yours before sliding back and interlocking. He grinned at that, his eyes sparking with interest.

He was absolutely fucking gorgeous.

They all were, actually, but Chris especially. His laugh, the way he danced around with you without any music, the way you’d both have random bursts of energy one minute and then get sentimental two seconds later.

He was very open about compliments, and one of the first things he had said to you was that he had seen some of your videos, and you seem really smart.

God, that was one of your favorite things to be praised for.

He was a flirt, so were you, and you were both scared of commitment. You both hated seeing couples doing all the cutesy shit. He hadn’t ever had a girlfriend, and you had dated a couple guys in high school, but could never make it last longer than a couple months, because they’d just start to get on your nerves and stress you the fuck out.

Were you avoidant? Maybe. Was the chase the only fun part? Absolutely. Did you have any plans to fix your attachment issues? Nope!

And maybe that’s why things worked as well as they did. The balance. The understanding.

With Matt, you got the quiet and solace that you wanted. The kind where you don’t have to explain anything, but can talk as long as you want if you feel like trying.

With Nick, you got to be an overly dramatic diva. You got to rant, and shop, and put on fashion shows, and have movie nights, and feel safe knowing you weren’t being sexualized by the man whose lap you were sitting on. He let you be real, and blunt, and bitchy.

With Chris… god, chris. He made you laugh your ass off, made you feel pretty and worth wanting, hyped you up endlessly without thinking, matched your freak in every possible way.

It was like everything about yourself suddenly made more sense because he was around. You weren’t “too loud,” you were confident. You weren’t “too sensitive,” you were loving. You weren’t “too much,” you were fun, and radiant, and full of life.

Almost a year later, they were still some of your best friends. Their fans hadn’t all loved you, at first, but most of them came around. Especially after Nick went on a tangent about it, saying that this time had to be different. This time, they weren’t gonna force us to not be friends anymore because they can’t grow the fuck up and deal with a girl being the videos they post.

If Nick were straight, you probably would have kissed him for that.

You hang out a lot off camera, too. Typically all together, but you never say no to spending time with each of them individually. You didn’t mind that the internet was always speculating about who you were dating, if you were using them for clout, if you were a slut, or a prude, or homophobic, or gay, or whatever else they wanted you to be. The triplets knew you, and they weren’t too worried about it either.

At least, that was what you had thought.

You still remember it clearly, sitting on their couch with Chris next to you, a pepsi in his hand and a dr pepper in yours. He laid his head against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling, laughing at something you had said.

“god, I love you…”

Your eyes darted over to his, eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. He had said it without thinking. You knew that, and you weren’t about to read into it, but it still made something in your chest ache.

He laughed shyly, his face turning red as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Not, like, in a weird way. Just… you know.”

Your eyes soften, a gentle smile forming on your lips. “Yeah, I do know.”

“You’re my best friend, you know that? I mean, after Nick and Matt, and Nathan…”

You roll your eyes playfully.

“So I’m fourth?”

“No! No, you’re… you’re first. You’re just… I dunno. You’re in your own category, I guess.”

You said an eyebrow, fighting a smirk.

“Is that right?”

“Yeah, well… you know. It’s different.”

“Why?”

He looked at you like you had just asked why the sun was hot.

“Because you’re a girl,” he said casually, giving a shrug like it was obvious.

“I know that,” you said, shifting slightly and fidgeting with your hands. “But what does that change?”

He sat up a bit more, shifting onto his side to look at you. His eyes trailed over your features.

“People… online,” he started slowly, “they like to say a lot of stupid shit.”

You laughed. “I noticed.”

He hesitated, but then reached forward and picked up your hand, holding it carefully.

It made your heart sink. Not because it was new or bad, but because in the hundreds of times you had grabbed one of the triplets’ hands—in the hundreds of times they had gone quiet, or looked at you like you mattered to them, or been a little too honest about something—it never felt like it this did.

“You’re my best friend, and I don’t want anything to change that.”

Your brows furrow.

“Chris, why would anything—”

“I want you to stay,” he says, voice softer than you had heard it in a long time.

You swallow, but as soon as you open your mouth to speak, he keeps talking.

“I can’t— I’m not gonna make you promise me, or anything, I just…”

He takes a deep breath.

“I don’t care about the fans, or the rumors. I just… I just want you in my life, alright?”

The silence buzzes, warm and heavy in your sternum.

“Chris…”

He leans forward and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. His mouth his pressed into the crook of your neck, causing his words to come out muffled.

“I know you don’t do relationships, and I just didn’t want you thinking I was trying to make things weird, because I’m not. With people shipping us and stuff, I just… I don’t know.”

You hug him back, hands sliding soothingly up and down his back.

“You’re my best friend.”

“I know, baby. You’re mine, too.”

You realize couldn’t have picked a worse time for the pet name, but it was what came out naturally. You’re relieved when he doesn’t seem to mind, his thumb stroking your side gently.

“And I love you, too.”

He pulls back, his eyes changed now, locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart to leaps.

“Say it again,” he mumbles, voice low and playful.

You fight every urge to pull away or make things awkward. You can feel the blush creeping up your neck but refuse to your brain tell you this isn’t what normal friends do.

‘This isn’t what normal friends do.’

Shut up, brain.

“I love you,” you repeat gently, “and I’m not going anywhere.”

It isn’t some grand profession. You had told the triplets that you loved them, collectively, at least a dozen times. Still, it left less air in your lungs than you would have preferred, since you were already mentally trying to write this whole encounter off as a nice moment between friends.

You thought that’s be the end of it.

That was another thing you got wrong.

About a month later, the four of you were filing a q&a car video. You were describing when you first met. You, of course, decided to conveniently leave out the part where you had suggested the collab to your manager.

Nick talked about how the two of you had been dming each other, trying to make plans to meet up. Hugging you for the first time and feeling like he had a new sister.

Matt described being a bit unsure of you, liking you enough but not being sure you’d have all that much in common, and then being proven delightfully wrong.

You expected Chris to talk the longest, but instead he just shrugged and mumbled out one word, disguised as a question.

“Star stuck?”

The you and other two boys chuckled, thinking he was being dramatic.

“I’m serious! I just remember thinking how cool she was. And then she was funny and clever, and obviously she’s gorgeous, so it’s like… you know.”

Nick raised an eyebrow, Matt staring into the camera in subtle disbelief.

“I felt like I was standing there meeting some kind of super model, and then we shared this beautiful moment of the perfect dap up… and then I guess the rest was history.”

You laughed softly, feeling your checks turn pink.

“That’s… sweet Chris.”

The subject changed easily, but his words echoed in your head that night as you tried to sleep.

“star struck…”

Where the fuck had you heard him say that before? Why was it familiar?

It was just past 2am when it hit you. You rolled over and reached for your phone, opening youtube.

You typed in “chris sturniolo interview” into the search bar, and it was the first thing that came up. An interview from three years ago…

He was talking about relationships. How he had never had a girlfriend, and wasn’t looking. How romantic, couple-y stuff freaked him out. How it scared him to think of a future with a wife and a family, because emotional intimacy like that is so vulnerable. He talked for almost two minutes before you heard it.

“That’s my goal, is to just… I’m not looking for love at all, I just am hoping to just get, like, just… star struck one day by somebody, and just, like, totally, like, just find the right person like that. Just totally caught off guard. That’s my goal.”

You state at the screen for a moment.