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ꪆ ׂ ִ 𐔌 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑, 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 `𓂃⊹ — matt sturn.

reader discretion advised !! smut, fwb!matt, unprotected sex, possessiveness, jealousy, dumbification, mirror play, performance kink, edging, spit play (in mouth), overstimulation, facial, praise kink, mdni.

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 simple. mutual. physical. you and matt had both hit a dry spell months ago, and one night—half-joking, half-serious—he said, "might as well help each other out." it started with a drunk hookup, turned into a regular thing. no labels, no rules… until matt started getting possessive. the second someone else looked at you too long, touched you too easy, laughed too hard at your jokes, his mood shifted. tonight was no different.

you'd been at a party with the boys, just laughing, drinking, leaning into conversations you probably shouldn't have. one guy kept touching your arm. you smiled a little too long. and matt? matt didn't say shit. just watched from across the room, jaw tight, knuckles white around his drink.

the second you got back to his place, he barely got the door shut before dragging you upstairs. now you were on your back, fucked-out and overstimulated under his mirror-covered ceiling. your body was trembling, pinned beneath him as his hips snapped into yours at a pace that barely made sense. deep, fast, relentless. and he hadn't let you cum once.

"look up," matt growled, breath hot against your cheek. "go on, baby. look at yourself."

you tried. head tilted back, eyes squinting through the tears that had already started to fall. the mirror reflected everything—the slick mess between your legs, your tits bouncing with every thrust, your mouth open in a silent moan.

"unt unt," he warned, grabbing your jaw when your eyes started to drift back down. "don't look at me. look up in the mirror. look at your pretty little face. look at the way you take it. fuckin' perfect."

your throat tightened, the pleasure so deep it hurt. the burn of another denied orgasm was building, your legs twitching around his waist.

"aw," matt teased, his voice low and sweet like syrup. "who made my baby cry? huh? was it me?"

you nodded through the tears, jaw slack, moaning without even meaning to.

"mm," he hummed. "m'fuckin' you too good, huh? that it? y'can't take it?"

you shook your head weakly, but your hips bucked up into his on instinct, chasing friction. your brain felt fuzzy, useless, mouth barely forming words.

"you wan' a break?" he asked suddenly. "need me to slow down for you?"

"y-yeah," you choked out. "fuck—please."

matt grinned, slowing just enough to drag his dick deep with each stroke. slow, steady, thick, making your toes curl and your hands fist the sheets.

"there you go. nice and deep, just like that," he whispered, leaning down until your chests pressed together. his thumb slid to your mouth. "open."

you obeyed, lips parting.

he spit, slow and heavy, straight onto your tongue.

"swallow."

you did without hesitation, eyes glassy as he watched you with that smug, fucked-out grin.

then—he slammed back into you. hard. fast. like he never stopped.

"matt—shit!" you cried out, the sudden shift making your body jolt.

his pace was back to brutal, pounding you so hard the bed creaked, the headboard knocking against the wall. every sound was soaked in sex—skin slapping, moans, the sticky squelch between your thighs, his breathy groans above you.

you clenched around him hard, that pressure in your gut tightening until you could barely breathe.

he felt it. he always did.

"does my baby have to cum?" matt panted, watching your face twist, your body writhe under him.

you nodded, frantic. "please—matt, i need to cum, i—"

"gotta beg for it," he cut in, cocky and cruel. "pretty girls beg to cum."

you let out a pathetic little "please," but it wasn't enough. not for him.

matt slowed just enough to smirk. "nah. that's not gonna cut it, mama."

your body was shaking now, overstimulated and on the edge, every nerve screaming for release.

"please, matt," you sobbed. "please let me cum—i'll be good, i'll do anything—fuck, i need it so bad, you fuck me so good, nobody else—no one could ever—please, i can't hold it, please, baby, please—"

his eyes rolled slightly as he dropped his head into your neck.

"there it is," he muttered. "that's what i wanted."

he thrust into you hard, deep, rough—and your body gave out.

your orgasm hit like a wave crashing, loud and unstoppable. legs locking around him, walls pulsing so tight around his dick it made him groan into your throat. a creamy white ring formed around the base of him, your release soaking both of you.

he didn't stop right away. kept fucking you through it until your body twitched and shook, hands flailing until he finally slowed. then, carefully, he pulled out and stroked himself a few times, gaze fixed on your tear-streaked, dazed face.

"c'mere," he murmured, curling a hand under your jaw. "close your eyes."

you did, head lolling on the pillow as he leaned over you.

hot ropes of his cum hit your face in seconds—thick and messy, across your lips, your cheek, your chin. he moaned through clenched teeth, thighs flexing, still pumping himself slow until the last drops landed on your tongue.

he sighed, satisfied, then leaned down to kiss your jaw.

"such a pretty girl," he murmured, reaching for his phone.

click.

he stared at the screen for a beat, then saved it to his folder dedicated to you.

his voice dropped again, breath still ragged. "you think s'cute to be all friendly with other guys? hm, mama? i don't think so."

you shook your head, but he gave you that look.

"unt unt. say it. tell me that's not okay. tell me that only i can fuck you like this. how he could never please you the way i do."

you nodded fast, lips trembling. "it's not okay—only you—only you can fuck me like this. he could never. never please me like you."

he dragged his thumb through his cum on your cheek and slid it into your mouth.

"that's my girl."

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mattsplush · 24 hours ago

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ꪆ ׂ ִ 𐔌 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 `𓂃⊹ — chris sturn.

reader discretion advised !! smut, use of drugs, unprotected sex, creampie, mdni.

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒'𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 a low purple glow, the led lights dimmed to the bare minimum, casting soft shadows across his walls. the buzz of his pc hummed in the background, still lit up from the last fortnite game he'd been in with matt. a lil skies track floated faintly under the hum, barely loud enough to catch more than a beat here and there.

the real focus was between you and chris—him sitting back against his pillows, legs stretched out in front of him, a blunt lazily burning between his fingers.

you were stretched out beside him on the bed, wearing nothing but a black oversized tee that hung loose over your shoulders and a cute little pair of black lace panties that peeked out every time you shifted. the cotton of the shirt clung softly to your skin, riding up here and there as you moved, just enough to keep chris looking. his eyes flickered over you every time you adjusted, pretending not to stare, but failing. his wife beater hugged his torso just right, and the fresh love sweatpants sat low on his hips, casual, effortless.

you took the blunt from his hand and pulled slow, your lips wrapping around it, smoke curling out from your mouth as you exhaled through your nose.

"i definitely believe that dreams are actually memories from your past lives," you said, smoke twisting through the air between you.

chris was nodding, watching you, but his gaze had shifted. it wasn't on your lips because of what you were saying—it was the way your lips looked when you smoked, the way the smoke lingered, how your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip between pulls.

you caught it. the look. that look he gave you when he wasn't just high—he was high and horny.

you tilted your head slightly, that knowing smirk barely there. "what?"

chris shook his head slowly, "nothin'."

you didn't believe him. you never did when he gave you that look. your eyes didn't leave his as you took another hit, holding the smoke in your lungs a little longer this time before you passed it back to him. the tension was thick now, hanging in the air like the cloud of smoke around you. your eyes held his, locked in, heavy with something unspoken.

you shifted up toward the headboard, dragging your shirt up just a little with the movement. you propped yourself up on your elbows, then reached out and fisted the front of his tank top, gently. your voice dropped as your eyes smoldered through the haze.

"c'mere."

your teeth caught your bottom lip as you said it, still holding that look in your eyes. chris moved, slow, deliberate. his body slid between your legs, the heat of his hard-on pressing through his sweats, right against the softest part of you. you hummed low in your throat at the pressure, that slow ache already building.

he passed the blunt back to you as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and boxers, tugging them both down to his mid-thighs in one motion. he didn't bother taking them all the way off.

his eyes stayed on yours as his hand wrapped around his length, slow strokes gliding from base to tip, slick from pre-cum and spit. his lips parted with a soft groan as he ran his thumb across the head. your breath hitched at the sound. he reached down, sliding your panties to the side without hesitation, eyes dipping just once to take in the view.

he dragged his tip through your slit, slow and teasing, catching on your clit just enough to make your hips twitch. your hum of pleasure made him smirk slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting.

"mmm, look at that," he said, voice low and rough. "how y'er coatin' me already."

your eyes followed his, gaze dropping to where his thick length was glistening with your wetness. he looked back up at you, eyes hooded, hungry. you passed him the blunt, and he took it without breaking eye contact, bringing it to his lips for another hit. while the smoke settled in his lungs, he eased forward and finally pushed in, slow, all the way. you let out the softest moan, breathy and drawn out, your body sinking deeper into the bed.

you laid back fully now, elbows slipping out from under you as your knees bent further, spreading wider. your hands reached down, palms pressing gently to the backs of your thighs, keeping your legs open as you looked up at him. his hips rocked into yours slow, lazy, deep. each thrust had you whimpering just a little louder, the sound soft and sweet against the music playing in the background.

he handed the blunt back and your fingers brushed as you took it. your eyes didn't leave his. he leaned down, just close enough to hover above you, and that smirk crept across his face again.

"i'm makin' you feel good?"

you didn't answer. too dazed. too full.

he tilted his head, eyebrows pulling slightly as his voice dropped deeper. "i asked you a question, mama."

his palm flattened against your abdomen, pressing just enough to make you feel how deep he was. you nodded quickly.

"yeah, yeah—shit."

chris gave a slow exhale through his nose and kept his pace, still lazy but purposeful. you took another pull from the blunt, then reached up and tugged gently on the front of his tank top again, pulling him close.

his lips hovered over yours, and you released the smoke right into his mouth, watching his eyes flutter halfway shut as he took it in. he let it out slow, then kissed you—soft, slow, deliberate. his mouth moved over yours with the same rhythm as his hips, and you felt the pressure building deep in your belly.

his lips left yours and started to trail down your neck, sloppy and open-mouthed, down over your collarbone. your free hand was on his back, in his hair, wherever you could put it. you reached to the nightstand blindly, putting the blunt out in the ashtray, then wrapped that arm around his neck, holding him close.

he felt the moment you dropped the blunt—the moment you had nothing to occupy your hands with but him. that's when he started moving a little faster, still not rough, but just enough to catch you off guard. your breath hitched, body jolting slightly. his hands slid under your thighs and pushed your knees further back toward your chest, changing the angle, hitting deeper.

your moans started to spill out more freely now, still soft but louder, more desperate. one hand reached up and pressed against his abdomen, a silent signal, trying to slow him down, to give you a second. he grabbed your wrist gently and moved it away, locking eyes with you.

"unt unt," he murmured, "why you runnin'? take this dick."

you tried again, pushing at his hip with your palm, but he was already leaning down, arms wrapping tight around your thighs to pin them against his sides. a full-on bear hug. no escape.

his mouth was by your ear now, lips brushing your skin as he whispered through his thrusts.

"mhm, now you can't do nothin' but take it… thaaat's it, baby. take it all."

you whimpered, high and breathless. your nails dug into his back as your body tightened, every nerve pulled taut. he kept rocking into you, slow and deep, hitting the same spot over and over until your legs started to tremble.

"chris," you breathed, voice shaking. "m'gonna—"

"go 'head, mama. cum all over this dick."

and you did. your whole body clenched around him, back arching, mouth falling open as your orgasm washed over you. chris didn't slow down—his thrusts stayed steady until his own breathing got ragged, his moans turning into soft, broken grunts.

"where you want me?" he asked, voice thick and low.

"inside," you said, eyes barely open, lips swollen from his kisses.

he groaned deep in his chest, hips stuttering once, twice, then he buried himself all the way in and came with a long, drawn-out breath. you felt him pulse inside you, warm and slow, until he collapsed against you, his body heavy and warm and perfect.

and for a moment, the room was still. the song had changed, the smoke had cleared, but all that mattered was the weight of him on top of you, the afterglow, the heat. the purple lights still hummed overhead, casting soft shadows over tangled limbs and slowed breathing.

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