mattphoric

[mattphoric]

ʚ・m a k e i t t o t h e m o r n i n g

warnings… oral fem!receiving, fingering, squirting, lowercase intended, no use of y/n.

“i’ll eat pussy up, & give you somethin to make noise about…���

different songs from matt’s partynextdoor playlist played as his head stayed nestled between your legs. he was eating you out like it was his only goal. breathy moans and soft gasps repeatedly left your mouth.

“sound so pretty f’me sweetheart..” he mumbled against you as two of his fingers dipped into your soaking cunt. his rings chilled the insides of your thighs.

your fingers threaded through his already messy brunette locks, making them even more unmanageable. every tug on his hair elicited a quiet groan from matt’s mouth.

“so needy..” he mumbled, mostly to himself. quite ironic since he was the one begging to get between your legs to get a taste.

his tongue circled your sensitive clit, making your back arch off the bed with a sharp gasp leaving your mouth. matt moved his hands from your thighs to your hips, keeping you in the perfect spot for him.

“o-ooh! fffuck! so… clo.. close.?” you babble out, thighs getting shaky. that same familiar knot forms in your tummy, but a new feeling also arises. an almost.. tingling sensation across your whole body.

matt’s fingers curl inside you, reaching that delicious spot, all while his tongue prods through your folds like there’s no tomorrow. before you know it, you’re squirting.

matt lifts his head, barely. his chin glistens with your juices, which also leave the insides of your thighs and his sheets wet. you’re breathing heavily, thighs shaking as you try to keep yourself grounded. he pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean.

“that was so pretty.. gonna make y’do it again..” matt settles himself between your thighs once again, and you can barely hold yourself up.

“maaaatttttt..” you can’t help but whine out his name. he can barely hold back his moan at the sound of your voice.

“cmon pretty.. i know y’got it…”

[mattphoric]

ʚ・dilf!matt wants you to ride him

warnings… smut(duh), no use of y/n, lowercase intended

you and matt were making out on his couch as you grinded in his lap, his jeans creating a perfect friction. you began getting even more needy.. so you tried to lay down on the couch.

matt quickly stopped you, his fingers digging into your hips hastily.

“nuh uh sweetheart. i want you to ride me this time” he tuts, looking at you with that look his eyes which shows that he’s dead serious.

“but-!”

he cuts you off before any more words leave your lips.

“no buts. now take your panties off…”

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matt had his hands behind his head as you bounced yourself on his cock. he was reaching so deep. you clawed at his shoulders, trying to keep yourself steady. he let out a mumbled curse every so often.

“doing so good beautiful…” he muttered out to you. his fingers were interlocked behind his head, as if to restrain himself from grabbing you and taking control.

your legs were aching. your bounces soon became more grinding, only this time his cock was buried deep inside you. matt shook his head disapprovingly.

“did i tell you to stop?” he questions as his hands find themselves on your hips once again. he was in no mood for arguing.

“n-no but… i’m so tired! i can’t anymore!” you whine at him… you knew he wasn’t gonna take that reply well.

“poor baby. so tired after bouncing on my cock for a few minutes. just need me to take care of you, that right?” he pouts at you, gripping your hips tighter. you nod expectantly.

he holds onto your hips tightly as he begins to thrust up into you roughly, his hips snapping into you. the only sounds leaving your mouth were breathy moans and an attempt at words.

“needy sweetheart just wanted to be fucked, yeah? so pretty when y’going dumb on my cock.” he spoke through gritted teeth, your moans and the lewd sounds interrupting him the whole time. your mind became hazy, only filled with thoughts of matt and how good, how right his cock felt inside you.

before long, that overwhelming feeling formed in your belly. your gummy walls clenched even tighter around matt’s cock, eliciting a grunt from him.

“you gonna cum? gotta ask sweetheart.” he smirks at you as he continues to thrust into you, pulling your hips down to meet his thrusts.

“mmmf… c-cum? ple…” your own moan interrupts you. “please…?” you finally manage to get out.

“go ahead pretty.” with his approval, you cum with a borderline pornographic moan exiting your mouth. he thrusts up into you a few more times to reach his climax.

“so fuckin’ good f’me..” matt’s head falls back against the couch as he cums inside you, his hot cum filling you up deliciously. he stays inside you as you slump down against his chest, breathing heavily.

“sweetheart’s so tired out after one round?” he chuckles and wraps his arms around you in a bear hug.

[mattphoric]

chris sturniolo masterlist

blurbs

— first time riding chris’s face

fics

— coming soon !

[mattphoric]

matt sturniolo masterlist

blurbs

— fuckboy!matt & innocent reader

— dilf!matt wants you to ride him

— m a k e i t t o t h e m o r n i n g

fics

— coming soon !

[mattphoric]

ʚ・first time riding chris’s face…

warnings… smut(obvi), lowercase intended, no y/n

“are y’sure i won’t hurt you..?” you nervously uttered out as you looked down at chris, his hands already pulling down on your thighs impatiently.

you were currently holding yourself above his face, both hands on the headboard of his bed. you did want his mouth on you… you just didn’t wanna suffocate him, err.. drown him?

“ ‘s gonna be fine. y’worryin about nothin ma, just sit…” he grumbles out, trying to pull your soaking cunt towards his mouth. when he saw the lingering nervous look on your face , he huffed and complained again,

“y’ever stop breathin when y’givin me head?” he smirks up at you, knowing damn well you could barely breathe when his cock was shoved down your throat.

“well yes-“ you were rudely interrupted by your own gasp as chris pulled you down towards him, his tongue plunging into your cunt. you could feel his stubble tickling the inside of your thighs.

“c-chris!” you yelp his name out in faux annoyance, and he only pulls you down further. he hums at the sound of his name leaving your lips, the vibrations causing a louder moan to exit your mouth.

you can’t help but grind against his face, his nose rubbing against your clit in just the right way. he’s eating like he’s been starved and you’re his meal.

the way is tongue is swirling, his lips are sucking, his nose is teasing… it becomes too much

it’s not long before you feel that tight, overwhelming knot in your stomach. your eyebrows knit together, and your cheeks become dusted with the perfect rosy tint. chris has the perfect view of your face as you orgasm.

even after you reach your climax, he continues, slurping you up like it’s his only duty in life. his hands stay planted on your thighs, pulling you down until he feels like he’s gotten enough of your taste.

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[mattphoric]

ʚ・ fuckboy!matt and innocent!reader

warnings… smut, lowercase intended, no use of y/n

“sweetheart… sweetheart.., y’got it… i know you do…” matt muttered as he hovered over you, elbows on either side of your head. his chain dangled in your face. you could only look up at him with those wide, innocent eyes. he could almost cum at the sight.

he promised to start off gentle, but he couldn’t keep up with that for long. after hearing all your little gasps and moans, he could only speed up till he was pounding into you.

the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin were barely dulled by matt’s sex music playlist that he had put on earlier. your manicured nails dug into his back, leaving scratches that would be aching red marks by the morning.

his cock drove deeper into your leaky cunt, eliciting a grunt from matt and even more moans from you. the way his tip would kiss your cervix every time he thrusted deeper made you almost incoherent.

“y’so wet. drenchin’ my sheets.” it sounds as if he’s complaining, but he loves it.

“m..matt…. ‘s…. f-fuck…” you tried babbling out a sentence, but your only thought was how good his thick cock felt inside of you.

“huh sweetheart? goin’ dumb on my cock now, that it?” his signature smirk made its way onto his face as his thrusts became sloppier.

“g..gon-na … cum?” you managed to spill out, before matt brought one of his hands down to rub tight circles on your clit. that overwhelming knot in your stomach only tightened.

“i know. can feel y’clenchin ‘round me.” he grinds his teeth, focused on making you cum before he does. which is crazy, he never does that.

you manage to yelp out his name as you cum around his cock, and he grunts in pleasure, watching the blissed out look on your face. he continues with a few more sloppy thrusts, but soon after, you feel thick ropes of his cum painting your walls.

“y’look hot when you cum” matt flashes a grin at you, and you can’t help the rosy tint that covers your cheeks.