#matt and chris

[strnilolover]

⌗ . . . WATCHING IS BETTER THAN JOINING

WARNINGS : GIRLS DRY HUMPING. GIRLS MAKING OUT. SLIGHT DIRTY TALK. MENTIONS OF DRINKING. MATT AND CHRIS WATCH THEIR GIRL BEST FRIENDS. MENTIONS OF THEM GETTING OFF TO WATCHING THEM.

the girls had too much to drink. matt and chris knew that—having been trying to drag them out of this party for ages, and finally, finally, being able to after lots of convincing.

but when they got home, it wasn’t any better.

they were loud—giggling at everything each of them said, music playing off one of their phones. but matt and chris couldn’t just stop them, they wanted them to have fun still, as long as it was in the safety of the home.

it wasn’t long before they were a mess of tangled limbs and laughter on the living room rug, giggling as they passed a bottle of something sweet between them. lip gloss smudged, cheeks flushed, and their hair tousled—matt and chris stood near the kitchen archway, watching in silence.

the girls weren’t just drunk—they were drunk on each other now. one of them had climbed into the other’s lap, arms around her neck, whispering something low that made them both laugh harder. matt and chris both shifted where they stood, jaws tensing, eyes tracking every movement. Or something they shouldn’t be seeing.

Or both.

they weren’t expecting it at all—it happened quickly. a kiss. open-mouthed and messy, one girl giggling against the other’s lips before pulling her back in, fingers sliding under the hem of her shirt.

matt’s throat bobbed. “they’re—uh—definitely still having fun,” he murmured, but his voice cracked halfway through. he was so turned on, his cock beginning to stir in his sweats at the sight of them. chris didn’t answer. he was too busy watching the way one of them rolled her hips forward, slow and teasing. how one of them moaned, low and breathy, like she forgot they weren’t alone.

they were saying things too—things neither matt nor chris could hear clearly, but the tone was unmistakable. all drawled-out pet names and giggled curses.

And yet neither of them could look away at what was unfolding right in front of them. matt leaned his elbow against the counter, knuckles pressed to his mouth, eyes locked in—trying to resist the urge to reach down and palm his aching cock. chris crossed his arms, his breathing going uneven.

the girl in her lap had her head thrown back now, laughing at something whispered in her ear—but it was the way her hips were moving that had both matt and chris frozen. slow, grinding movements, her fingernails tracing teasing lines along bare thighs. their lipsticks smeared from too many kisses.

“god,” matt muttered under his breath, shifting in his stance. chris didn’t answer. he was locked in as well—eyes dark, breath shallow as he watched one of the girls tug the other’s hair back just enough to expose her neck, tongue dragging along the skin before sinking into another kiss.

one of them gasped into the other’s mouth, high-pitched and breathy. “you like that?” she teased. “mmhmm,” the other hummed, grinding harder, dragging her hands down to grip her hips. “keep going. feels so good.” she moaned.

matt and chris let out a quiet groan, low and strangled. matt and chris weren’t just watching—they were losing themselves in it. in the way the girls soft moans mixed with the bass of the music. in the little whimpers, the bitten lips, the flushed skin, and the way one girl looked up at the other like she needed her.

they were drunk, messy, wrapped up in each other—and it was turning them both on by watching them more than they wanted to admit. “I should stop them.” chris muttered—but that was a lie. he didn’t want to stop them. matt just huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “yeah? you gonna walk over there and tell them to stop dry humping while you’ve got a hard-on?”

chris didn’t respond again. he couldn’t. not when one of the girls had just let out a filthy moan, fingers digging into the other’s hips, their kiss turning hungry and hot and downright obscene.

they both were trying so hard to refrain from touching themselves, but it was growing harder with every passing second. with every sound those girls made, and every slurred word that came out of their mouths.

matt was the first to give in. “oh fuck it.” he muttered under his breath, his hand coming down to tug his cock free from the confines of his sweats. the tip was red and angry, already leaking so much from what he was seeing. he spat into his hand, bringing it down to slowly tug on his cock, moving his hand up and down.

chris followed not too far behind, giving into the ache of his own cock—tugging himself free as he continued to watch the girls in front of him.

they were both fucking screwed.

a/n : slowly cleaning out my drafts…enjoy this 🙂‍↕️ please be responsible with drinking y’all

[sturniolotwins]

oh fuck

[d0llworld]

sexiest anyone has ever looked actually this should be criminal

[faithlia]

'But what the fuck is patience? part 2

matt x reader x chris

english is not my first language!

warnings: smut, mean!reader, mean!matt, dom!matt, threesome, NO INCEST!!!, virgin!chris, dom!chris, blowjob, degradation, rough sex, revenge sex, display, false sympathy, unprotected sex, dirty and depraved sex. (chris will be younger than matt).

- chris 20 years old; matt and reader 23 years old.

summary: You and Matt have a non-strings-attached sexual relationship, but when things don't go the way you plan, your provocations go away beyond your limits

⚠️ The behavior of all characters are immoral and depreved, if you dont feel comfortable, please, dont read!

part 2

The most fun part of Matt frustrating you is definitely when you go to his room begging for mercy so he can fuck you and let you cum, begging passively like a bitch in heat.

After leaving your dorm with a proud expression of having humiliated you, Matt walks to your dorm - which is across the hall. It was almost eleven at night. Matt fell into bed, exhausted, not even caring about his fingers dirty with your lube.

Before he could remember the calculus test that awaited him the next day, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep with the detached memory of your body against his.

── .✦

The next day, after a gigantic test and several unnecessary classes, Matt found Chris sitting in the cafeteria.

"Oh, hey. How was your first day?" he asks his younger brother, as he sits with his tray of food in his hands.

"It sucks, bro," Chris exclaims, his mouth full. "But I made some new friends, so that should make up for something."

"Relax, after a while it gets more and more unbearable with all the classes and the idiot teachers." Matt jokes and Chris feels his throat closing up.

Chris didn't want to admit it, but he was glad to be Matt's roommate. He really didn't want to go through an introduction session for a stranger or even have to share a room with anyone. He liked his space. Matt really did. He was even more of a recluse than Chris. And, well, playing video games and talking about all the nonsense in the world with his brother was something Chris really missed.

At night, already in his room, Chris asks: "Bro, where's the bathroom?" He wasn't that familiar with the buildings, the multiple doors and the huge hallways so this really confused him.

"What?" Matt says without paying attention. He's too busy doing who knows what on his phone. "The bathroom, idiot!" Chris exclaims, throwing a pillow at his brother's head.

"Ugh, fuck, it's the last door at the end of the hallway." Matt grumbles irritably, not taking his eyes off his phone, ignoring the pillow that hit his head.

Chris huffs, grabbing his towel and toothbrush.

He walks down the hallway, observing the several large dark oak doors. Damn, this place looks like fucking a horror movie set, he thought - frowning.

As Chris approaches the last door, he sees a guy in a towel coming out of it.

He steps into the humid space, thankful that it's empty, except that there's someone in the shower. He thought it might be another one of those idiotic seniors taking a shower.

He hunches over the sink, brushing his teeth, until, when he looks up in the mirror, he catches a longing glimpse of a naked female figure, stepping out of the shower stall.

Chris gasps, turning his face away from her. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, I thought this was the men's room," he says quickly, avoiding looking at the mirror.

You laughed at his comment, not paying attention to the figure in front of you. As you dried yourself and wrapped the towel around your body, you muttered in boredom: "It's okay! The bathroom on this floor is unisex."

Chris let out a vague sigh, turning his gaze back to the mirror and staring at his own depressing image of shame.

He was probably some silly freshman, you thought. These guys never knew what to do or where to go and that irritated you a little.

Chris remained quiet, finished brushing his teeth, hoping the girl would get out of there as soon as possible.

Still without looking at the newbie in front of you, you walked to the mirror to look at yourself, and had the biggest surprise when your eyes met his.

That had to be a mirage! He looked exactly like Matt, except for appearing younger. And, well, he was handsome and hot. You smiled broadly, ecstatic, fascinated by the fact that there was another Matt in the world.

Why had Matt never told you about his brother? I mean, you weren't the best of friends forever, and the only ways you interacted were based on insulting each other and fucking, specifically in that order.

You thought about the fact that the only things you knew about Matt were that he was terribly bad at football and that he was allergic to human happiness.

Chris looked at you confused, trying his best to not remember about your naked body that he saw just a few seconds ago.

Your tongue touched the roof of your mouth and your eyebrows raised.

"Wow, you must be the most beautiful freshman on this campus." you comment, without any shame. Chris blushes and is embarrassed by the careless comment, and before he can open his mouth to say anything, you ask: "Is this your first day?" you interrupt him again: "It has to be. I mean, I would remember that pretty face if I had seen it before..." you look away from him to see your reflection, delicately fixing your hair.

Chris was embarrassed again. But what the hell was that senior doing talking to him like that? He shook his head, escaping from the inopportune thoughts.

"Yeah, um, I-I arrived on campus today." he swallows hard, sighing inaudibly. "My name is Chris." He says, immediately regretting it.

She didn't ask you anything, idiot.

"I'm y/n. I hope to see you more often, Chris."

You leave the locker room, leaving a perplexed and confused Chris alone.

He didn't know exactly how to react to what had just happened, but he couldn't deny that he loved having that girl talking to him.

When he went to take a shower, he had a vague memory of her naked body and immediately regretted it, because his dick soon hardened.

"Shit."

Masturbating in the bathroom on the first day of school? How pathetic.

── .✦

You couldn't help but think about Chris. He seemed adorable and the way he blushed at every word you said only made you more convinced to know more about him.

Matt hadn't texted you or broken into your room since the last time you saw him. What he did to you was diabolical and pathetic. But apparently, Chris could be the solution to this little problem his brother caused.

In the following days, bumping into Chris became a frequent occurrence. You would always see him in the library, in the hallway or wherever you went and, surprisingly, Matt didn't know anything about it.

Oh! yeah, about Matt! Well, he was too busy training or studying. He knew very well that at any moment you would knock on his door or send a risky message to fuck him. In fact, giving advance notice wasn't really your thing. You never let the place you were in get in the way of your fucking. One time, you went to the players' locker room, found a naked Matt taking a shower and simply couldn't resist sticking your needy pussy out and getting fucked by him in the middle of the room. But, for sure, Matt's favorite memory was when you decided to suck his dick in one of the empty classrooms with your breasts jutting out of your blouse.

It was only a matter of time before you spread your horny legs for him again.

But that didn't happen. You were having a great time with Chris, to be honest. He was so sweet and had a great sense of humor, unlike Matt, who you didn't plan on seeing any time soon.

You were grateful that Matt never saw you and Chris together knowing that if he did, it would ruin your plans. And Chris had never mentioned Matt in any of your conversations, which was a good thing.

Your imagination was wild when it came to Chris. You couldn't wait to kiss him and do amazing things to him. So far all you knew was that he was only 20 years old. Three years wasn't exactly a huge age gap but it kind of turned you on.

── .✦

There were a bunch of drunk college kids at the Kappa Delta fraternity and you were one of them. The loud music and strong drinks you had consumed without blinking had left you energetic enough to rub your ass against your friends and dance impulsively.

You caught a charming glimpse of Chris, who looked lost.

Wait, where's Matt?

Who the fuck cares, his hot brother is right here!

You pulled Chris by the hand into the middle of the crowd so you could dance with him and you loved the fact that he just accepted it, putting his hands on your waist.

Fuck. All that dancing and loud music and his body against yours was turning you on so fucking much. You couldn't help but push your ass out, subtly brushing against his covered dick. Chris didn't say anything, but he was lost in excitement - maybe it was the drinks he was drinking before he spotted you, and that kind of drained all his shyness out of his body.

His hands gripped your waist tighter, pressing you against his hard cock. A shaky sigh escaped your lips. Fuck that. You put one hand on Chris's face, pulling him into a wet kiss. He kissed you back with the same fervent feeling that ran down your entire body until it reached his needy cock. He was such a good kisser!

You didn't mind being in the middle of a crowd at all and continued sucking on Chris's lips. You wanted more. And Chris, well, he was certainly hard!

Okay. Chris might be a virgin, and sometimes get embarrassed in certain situations, but he was not innocent. He loved the way alcohol simply made him feel so confident even though he knew he might regret his actions in the following days.

Unable to bear all that suffocating commotion any longer, you separate your red lips from his and pull him to follow you.

You stealthily climb the stairs to a dark room. Chris couldn't resist putting his lips on yours once more. "Oh my god," he whispers into your mouth. The sounds of wet kisses filled the room.

When Chris realized what was about to happen, his skin tingled with eagerness and desire. You couldn't resist putting your hand on his hard member over his pants, squeezing it lightly, feeling the result of your teasing. You pushed him against the bed, climbing onto his lap, not stopping the hot kisses, feeling the bulge against your pussy. Chris was nervous, but he didn't want to ruin this moment by saying something stupid, or, presumably, telling you that he was a virgin. He had watched enough videos to know at least the basics. His hands went towards your ass, squeezing the flesh readily. You separated your lips from his to catch your breath. He looked at you fascinated by your excited expression. Not knowing what to say, Chris gave a short smile, running both hands over your bare thighs lightly. The satin dress you were wearing was so short that anyone could assume it was lingerie.

"Wow. You don't look anything like the guy who I met in the locker room." You say, hissing softly as you start to move on his lap.

"I-I, um.."

Chris didn't know what to say. He just smiled embarrassedly.

"Now you're looking a little bit like that." You bit your lip, planting a chaste kiss on his lips. You trailed your kisses down his neck, sucking the skin eagerly. Your eager hands went to his belt, opening it clumsily. You pulled his pants along with his boxers and Chris lifted his body to make it easier for you to move, and you could see his hard cock.

Holy shit.

He was big and thick, just like Matt.

You didn't know if it was because you were slightly drunk or if it was because of the bad lighting in the room, but he definitely seemed to be bigger than Matt.

You let out a moan as you dragged your hand from the bottom to the top, feeling his thickness. Chris groaned in disbelief and excitement.

When you took him in your mouth, sucking only the tip, he let out a grunt, throwing his head back. You began to swallow his entire length, making a mess of his cock.

Now everything seemed real to Chris, he couldn't believe it. The girl he met what? a week ago? was sucking him deliciously.

He let out a loud moan as you took his tip down your throat. "Fuck, Hmmm" he cried out. You smiled, pleased with his surprise.

Chris was a little afraid, as an overwhelming urge took over him - he felt so close to cumming.

Shit!

You continued sucking him, helplessly supported, loving the way his size filled your mouth so perfectly.

When you pulled him out of your mouth, still moving your hand quickly, Chris trembled, pulling your hand away, shooting jets of cum right on your face. "Holy shit. I'm so sorry." he said shakily, embarrassed for having cum in such a short time.

"It's okay, baby." you said, wiping your face with a piece of blanket.

Ugh, don't let that ruin your makeup. It took you an hour and a half to do it.

After the post-orgasmic feeling wore off, Chris shrugged, embarrassed.

Usually, you hated it when guys cum before you without even touching you, but you didn't feel that way about Chris. He was younger than you and that turned you on more than you should have. The idea of ​​fucking him seemed as perpetual as fucking his older brother.

"Look, sweetie, my friends are probably looking for me by now, right?" You stand up, straightening your wrinkled dress. "Maybe when we're somewhere else we can finish this little game, hm?" You run your tongue in front of your teeth and lean in to kiss Chris hungrily.

He nods in agreement, watching you leave him alone in the room.

You go down the stairs of the house in search of the bathroom, and luckily for you there was no mile-long line, but, before you open the door, unfortunately, Matt comes out of the room.

You roll your eyes, squeaking.

"Oh, great."

"Look at this...." Matt looks you up and down, examining your entire body. "I know you can't help but dress like a cheap slut, but this is a decent party." He raises his eyebrows, clearly drunk.

You weren't really in the mood to retaliate with another comment, so you just ignored him. But when you tried to open the bathroom door, he blocked you. "Wait a minute. I haven't seen you all week. What is it? Are you upset that I didn't let you finish playing?"

Actually, I was talking to your brother and sucking his dick somewhere

The answer was right on the tip of your tongue, as was Chris's taste.

"Actually, I'm seeing another guy, and unlike you, he's not an arrogant jerk. Now, get out of here."

Matt pushed you against the wall, pressing his body against yours.

"I bet that idiot doesn't do half the things I do to you." he whispers, very close to your ear.

"Trust me, he's way better than you." your gaze drifts to Matt's crotch. You slowly raise your head, enjoying watching his smug expression change. "Ugh, now go find some hole to crawl into, you little shit." You push him away, quickly walking into the bathroom.

Shit. You loved the way he was rude and impatient with you.

As Matt heads for the exit, he runs into Chris.

"Hey." Chris says, looking a little nauseous.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Matt is gruff. "C'mon, let's go." Chris follows him without saying a word.

── .✦

The next day, Matt wakes up with the worst hangover. It was Saturday, so his day would be limited to spending all his time in bed. His hair was messy and his face was sleepy. Across the room, there was a deep sleep for Chris. Later in the afternoon, when he no longer felt like a piece of shit and seemed to be better, Matt played video games with a relaxed and sober posture.

"Hey, dude." Chris enters the room with damp hair after taking a shower. Matt just answers him with an "Wassup."

"Hey, um, can I tell you something?" Chris asks casually.

"Sure."

"Last night, when you asked me where I was, I-i, um, was actually with a girl." Chris says without pretense.

He didn't feel embarrassed to talk about these things with Matt because he was his older brother and always told him everything. Chris was strangely happy to be able to say that he had his first sexual experience.

Matt raises his eyebrows, smiling slightly at his brother. "Really? And what were you guys doing, huh? Playing hide and seek?" he teased.

Chris snorted. "No, you idiot."

Matt laughed, not taking his eyes off the video game.

"She gave me a blowjob."

"Impressive, Chris. I'm proud." Matt says, glancing sideways at his brother. He was a layman, anyway. "Was it good?"

"I guess so, I mean, it was my first."

"I get it!" Matt exclaimed. "Relax, I'm sure you'll do great here."

"Like you? I heard all the girls hate you." Chris says sarcastically and Matt ignores him.

"But, I don't know, this girl seems unreal. She's a senior." Chris says, feeling comfortable enough to share this with Matt.

Now it seemed like Chris was making it all up.

Matt listened to his brother babble, but he was paying more attention to his game.

"We met in the locker room a week ago. I had seen her naked, by accident, and I thought she would be mad or something, but she complimented me and said I was 'the hottest freshman she had ever seen."

"Bro, please, be serious." Matt resonated, this time really listening to Chris.

"It's serious!" Chris exclaims, irritated by Matt's contradictions. "I think you know who it is. Her name is y/n, she's a sen-

"WHAT?" Matt's eyes widen in disbelief at what he had just heard.

Chris is confused by the unusual reaction.

Before he can say anything, Matt is walking down the hallway with heavy steps.

You're sitting in your solid wood chair, eating your chocolate cupcake with sprinkles when the door to your room suddenly opens and the figure of an angry Matt appears.

He walks over to you quickly, slapping your hand, making your cupcake fall to the floor.

"Hey!! that was my last cupcake, motherfucker!" you exclaim irritated.

"You really are a needy bitch, aren't you? Out of everyone in this fucking university, you wanted to fuck my brother."

oops

You remain expressionless for a second and Chris appears right behind Matt.

"Matt, what the f-" the younger tries to assimilate the entire situation before him. It was already obvious to him that Matt knew you.

You ignore Matt's prone pose and look shamelessly at Chris.

Still sitting in the chair, you lie: "Look, I didn't know he was your brother."

Matt grits his teeth.

"What the fuck is going on?" Chris asks.

You walk to the bedroom door and lock it.

When you pass them, the boys can see that you were only wearing panties and a transparent white blouse, showing your breasts with shiny tips due to the star piercings...

Chris looks away from your breasts, but it was too late. "Do you like what you see?" you ask with a damn smile.

"I really enjoyed last night..." you say, pulling Chris's hand to sit on your bed and he does so. Matt crosses his arms, poking his cheek with his tongue. You decide to make Matt even angrier by sitting on one of Chris's thighs without warning. "What do you think we continue where we left off?" your gaze is completely fixed on Chris and you see the pupils in his blue eyes dilating.

You revel in the whole situation.

Something really fun could be about to happen and you weren't going to let it slip away.

"You make me sick!" Matt says, interrupting your moment with his little brother. "Chris, forget about this bitch. She couldn't be content with rubbing her ass on me and now she wants to rub it on you too.

"Wait you guys already-"

"Ah! But that was a long time ago, baby. Matt is jealous. You don't mind, do you?" One of your hands holds Chris's chin, making him look only at you.

Despite the awkward situation, Chris didn't mind that you had sex with Matt. Chris was naughty and needy, and having you sitting on his lap with your perky breasts almost exposed was really driving him crazy.

Maybe he just didn't care now.

Before Matt could say anything and ruin your simple moment of happiness, you start kissing Chris's face and this causes an intriguing shiver on the back of his neck, sending vibrations to his cock.

You laugh softly at the way his body reacted. "You're so sensitive..." Chris blushes.

"He's a virgin." Matt interrupts you, paying close attention to your body.

He didn't want to embarrass Chris but he was starting to get jealous about the inappropriate situation.

For a second you had forgotten that the grumpy hot brother was standing there in the middle of the room, after all, at the moment described, you only had eyes for the sensitive hot brother.

Chris exposed his irritation to Matt, however, before he could say anything, you intervened. "Oh, so that's it!" Your mouth opens in surprise, but that only makes you more captivated about Chris.

That should explain last night.

"I can fix that, love." Your hand is on Chris's cheek and your mouth plants a little kiss near his mouth. "Do you want it?" You ask suggestively.

Chris nods with gradual fascination. One of his hands went to your thigh and you loved the way he didn't refrain from touching you. He was a virgin without scruples, just like you once were.

"Matthew, you can either go outside or you can stay there watching. I'm sure Chris won't mind."

Matt felt helpless and challenged.

What? Did you think he was going to go out and be humiliated by his own brother?

He was too proud to just let you say that shit without at least fucking all the arrogance out of your body.

Matt clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, standing next to you, making you sit between the two of them with your legs wide open like a trained dog. He pulled your face and touched his lips to yours, moved by the shamelessness on your face and a tremendous desire to feel your body against his.

You let go of Matt, feeling his hand run over your pussy covered and wet with natural lubrication. He teased you the way you liked. You turned to Chris and kissed him, while Matt licked and dragged his tongue down your neck.

"Tell me, baby, have you ever sucked a needy pussy?" He silently denied. "It's quite easy, I'll show you."

Chris complied with your request when you gestured for him to kneel between your legs. You rudely removed Matt's hand, pushing your panties aside to show Chris how wet and thirsty for him you were. Chris was ecstatic and his mouth watered. Your hand went to the back of his neck, forcing him against your heat and he gladly accepted, touching his warm tongue to your clit. He sucked and licked precisely, seeming to know exactly what to do. You moaned loudly at his actions, loving the feel of your pussy being so wet. Matt took off your shirt, revealing your tits that he didn't hesitate to put in his mouth, partially sucking each of your nipples, grabbing your breasts roughly.

"Hmmm. Fuck, that's it. So good." you screamed as Chris added a finger inside your entrance without warning. You pulled his hair, forcing him even deeper into your pussy. Matt stopped sucking on your nipples, which were swollen by the pressure caused by his lips, and kissed your mouth again. He took off his belt and exposed his cock, forcing your mouth violently against it, making you gag. He pulled his member out of your warm mouth and without even waiting for you to catch your breath, he shoved his entire hard cock into your mouth again, gripping your hair tightly, he fucked your mouth listening to the wet noises his movements caused.

Chris was doing an incredible job eating you out. His cock was rock hard, feeling quite appreciated having that wet pussy in his face. By that point your panties were already disgusting and soaked. He added another finger inside you, but your moans were muffled by Matt's pre-cum-filled tip in your throat, leaving you breathless.

Matt couldn't help but squeeze your throat roughly just so he could feel his size in the palm of his hand. The feeling of his weight against your tongue was delirious. "You filthy slut. You love having a cock in that dirty mouth, don't you?"

The scarcity took over your entire body, as the overwhelming urge to cum soon reached your lower abdomen when Chris rubbed your clit, fingering you deliciously. You separated your lips from Matt's cock to say weakly: "I-I'm going to cum."

Hearing this, a sick and arrogant idea took over Matt. The excitement in his body was massive and vulgar. He stopped his movements to say: "Chris, stop sucking it." The younger simply obeyed with the corners of his mouth and his chin full of lubrication.

"No, no..." you whimper, tears falling down your flushed cheeks.

Matt gets out of bed, grabbing the wooden chair and placing it in a space next to the bed. "Sit down." He says and Chris does as he's told. Matt rips your lace panties off easily and pulls you up by your hair, leaving your scalp sore. He makes you stand up, facing Chris, holding both your hands against your back. "Look at her, Chris. She's a dirty greedy slut who'll do anything to have a cock fucking her tight pussy." Your aroused state of mind is harmful. Matt's words make you wetter and wetter. "She wanted to use you to satisfy her nasty fetishes, so in that case she deserves to be fucked hard, don't you think?" he whispers in your ear but Chris hears his older brother's words very well. "Or maybe it would be better to just cum on those beautiful little tits and leave." Matt gave a sick smile, slapping your breasts hard. You protested against his words, letting out distressed whimpers.

Chris didn't take his eyes off the defeated figure in front of him - his lust was delirious, eager to be inside you. He bit his lip, thinking seriously about Matt's proposal. He knew it was a bluff, he wouldn't go anywhere without fucking you first. Even though he was completely inexperienced, he was assiduous and articulate. Chris took off his pants, freeing his stubborn cock.

Matt threw you against Chris who held you firmly, unable to do anything he turned you so that your back was to him and stuck his cock deep inside you entrance. You were surprised and confused by the way he held you so perfectly.

Had he lied about being a virgin? And was this all just some ruse between him and Matt?

But these external thoughts dissipated when he stuck his cock in your tight little entrance. Your moans were constant and high-pitched - you loved feeling so full. Chris made a tremendous effort not to appear helpless in the face of that overwhelming sensation of being inside a pussy for the first time. He grunted when you wiggled on his lap. "Fuck me, please," you begged Chris in a sly voice that only Matt had ever heard before.

He complied with your request, captivated, held your smooth thighs and began thrusting inside you. Matt pulled you forward and stuck his cock in your mouth again and you sucked it deliberately. He put you in an uncomfortable position, but your sexual decline was so massive that he didn't even care about the pathetic way you were. You felt full in every way. Chris felt confident enough to increase the pace of his rough thrusts, he felt a longing stimulation tangling in his chest as he hit your g-spot harshly. He squeezed one of your tits, amazed at the feel of the metal piercing as it pinched your nipple.

With one hand holding his own penis and the other in your messy hair, Matt took his cock out of your mouth, looking at you with dark eyes. He pulled your head back when you tried to suck him and did it again when you risked the attempt. Chris kept your arms behind your back, which irritated you because you couldn't hold Matt's cock. You stuck your tongue out, circling Matt's tip, he dared to run his cock over your sweaty face the way you loved so much...

"So obedient, accepting two dicks! Is that what you wanted, hum? Matt asks you with a smile on his lips and you smile back, nodding in affirmation.

Chris couldn't hold it any longer, the rush to empty himself took over him. You moved against his thrusts, increasing the rhythm and fomenting your heat closer and closer to your climax, but before he squirted jets of sperm inside your tortured entrance, you came screaming loudly, feeling a rush of pleasurable emotions throughout your body. Chris lets go of your hands and holds you by the hips, he cums infamously inside you, moaning deeply.

Before you can recover from all that exhausting and intoxicating commotion, Matt lifts you from Chris' lap and throws you on the edge of the bed, thrusting himself carelessly inside you. The stimulation in your sensitive pussy makes you scream desperately, trying to push Matt out, but he holds your hands on top of your head. He puts one of your legs on his shoulder and fucks you without limits. "Didn't you want to fucking cum?" he moans and you are still screaming from the sensitivity. Matt could feel the white liquids running down your broken entrance, and as he thrusts once more, he pulls his cock out of your entrance, he masturbates quickly and cums right on your abdomen.

All three of you are panting and exhausted. You let out a frank laugh and Matt gets off of you thinking that, although you drove him crazy, he really loved fucking you.

Chris was trying to process what had just happened.

And you? Well, you're sure this isn't the last time this will happen. It's all about patience!

part 1

to my hot girlfriend: @aniesvision

[matsbaby]

Stalker much?

photographer!matt x popular!reader

warnings: mentions of sexual content

part two

Matt had photographed you before.

Many times, actually. Through the lens of his camera, he had captured you walking down the hallway, laughing with your friends, flipping your hair over your shoulder in that effortless way that made his brain short-circuit.

He liked to think he was subtle about it, but deep down, he knew—knew that his fingers trembled a little too much when you looked in his direction, that his camera strap nearly slipped off his shoulder when you walked past him in your signature scent of vanilla and something expensive. He was hopeless. Absolutely, pathetically hopeless.

So when his English teacher paired him with you for the upcoming literature project, he was sure his heart stopped beating for a full five seconds before kicking back into an erratic rhythm.

“Hey, Matt.”

He nearly swallowed his tongue.

You were standing in front of him, your voice smooth and casual, like you hadn’t just rendered his entire nervous system useless. He forced himself to meet your eyes, which was a mistake, because up close, you were even more stunning—your sweet eyes, your long mascara clad lashes fluttering slightly as you waited for him to respond.

“Yeah?” he stammered, gripping the edge of his desk.

You smiled. God, your smile. “Do you wanna study at your place or mine?”

It took him an embarrassing amount of time to process the question. “Mine,” he blurted. “I mean—if that’s okay with you. But if you want, we can totally do yours, or even the library, or—”

“Your place is fine.” You tilted your head. “Text me your address?”

He nodded too quickly, fumbling with his phone like he’d never used it before.

By the time you left, he was sure of one thing: this project was going to kill him.

Your first study session at his house was awkward, but not unbearably so. Matt was nervous—of course he was nervous—but you made it easier than he expected.

You lounged comfortably on his bed, flipping through your copy of The Great Gatsby, while he sat stiffly at his desk, pretending to focus on his notes instead of the way your skirt hiked up just slightly when you shifted.

By the third study session, you invited him to your place.

Walking into your bedroom was like stepping into another world. High ceilings stretched above him, the walls painted a soft, elegant grey. Framed black-and-white photos adorned the space alongside a cheeky print reading ‘Need money for Porsche’.

A luxurious walk-in closet stood slightly ajar, revealing rows of perfectly arranged clothes and an open drawer brimming with delicate, lacy bras in every color imaginable. Dark red, navy blue, classic white and black, pale pink… even fun prints like leopard and zebra.

Matt swallowed hard.

Pink peonies sat in a pristine vase on your nightstand. Your vanity was expansive and immaculate, lined with neatly arranged perfume bottles and candles that filled the room with the scent of warm vanilla and jasmine.

You plopped onto your bed, crossing your legs to the side to keep your skirt from revealing too much, and gestured for him to sit beside you. “You coming, or are you just gonna stand there and gawk at my room?”

He snapped out of it, forcing a chuckle. “Right. Sorry.”

You smiled at him as he hesitantly sat down. “So, The Great Gatsby…”

He tried to explain a passage to you, but his brain malfunctioned every time you shifted, every time your perfume hit his nose, every time your gaze landed on him with that teasing glint. He stuttered over his words, hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

Then, out of nowhere, you dropped a bombshell.

“Did you know Fitzgerald didn’t actually write this book?”

Matt blinked. “Huh?”

You nodded, lips curving in amusement. “Yeah. There’s a whole theory about it. Apparently his wife Zelda did and he just… stole it for fame.”

He stared at you, realization hitting him like a freight train. You weren’t just the effortlessly cool, unattainable popular girl with the perfect hair and a closet full of designer clothes. You were smart. And funny. And so much more than he ever let himself imagine.

His crush was somehow getting worse.

…

At some point, you took an ice cream break.

The second you left, Matt—like every other teenage boy in a girl’s room—let his curiosity win.

He wandered over to your vanity, where a small journal lay open. His eyes skimmed the to-do list:

1. Go grocery shopping

2. Gym

3. Shower

4. Attempt to make cookies

A small smile tugged at his lips.

His gaze landed on another item: a perfect first edition of Lolita. That was…. surprisingly arousing.

Before he could process it further, you returned, catching him mid-snoop. “Having fun?”

He jolted, face heating. “I wasn’t—I mean, I—”

You laughed, shaking your head as you sat back down. “Relax. You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

Oh, fuck.

You changed the subject, asking him about photography, and for the first time, he relaxed. Talking about his passion came naturally, and soon, the conversation flowed. Until—

He smeared chocolate on his jeans.

“Hold still you got a little-,” you instructed, leaning in to brush it off.

He stopped breathing.

It was right on his dick.

“Woah—hey!” He nearly choked. “I-I got it! It’s fine!”

“You’re making it worse.” You pressed harder, your touch burning through the denim.

He was going to die. Right here. On your bed.

His body betrayed him in the worst way possible. He could only think one thing Hot girl touching me- hot girl touching me- hot girl touching me—

“I-I’ll get it off in the bathroom” he yelped, bolting to his feet.

Once inside, he gripped the sink, willing his very obvious problem to go away. He thought of grandmas, teachers—hell, even algebra. Nothing worked. He was still hard.

By the time he returned, he was semi-soft, and you—being the absolute angel you were—had already highlighted passages in his book to help him.

He was never going to recover from this.

…

When it was time for him to leave, you walked him to the door.

“Come by tomorrow?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

Then, before he could process what was happening, you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Bye, Matt,” you murmured, your voice laced with something sweet, something dangerous.

He stood frozen as you shut the door.

As he walked to his car, something made him glance up.

Matt shouldn’t have looked. He knew that. He should’ve just gotten in his car, driven home, and tried not to replay the feeling of your lips on his cheek over and over in his head.

But when he turned, just one last time, his gaze was drawn to your window like a magnet.

And there you were.

Your room was illuminated by the soft glow of your vanity lights, casting golden shadows on your walls.

You stood in front of the full-length mirror, your reflection sharp, ethereal. Your top was gone, tossed somewhere onto your bed, leaving you in nothing but a pair of dangerously revealing cheetah-print lingerie.

The bra hugged your curves perfectly, the lace detailing delicate yet bold, framing the swell of your breasts in a way that made his throat go dry. The matching panties sat low on your hips, accentuating the smoothness of your skin, the sleek lines of your body.

But it was how you looked in the mirror that made something tighten deep in Matt’s chest. The slight arch of your back, the way your hands delicately cupped your tits, adjusting the lace, your fingers grazing over the soft fabric as if you were savoring the feel of it. Your lips were parted just slightly, the gloss catching the light, your hair falling effortlessly around your shoulders in a way that looked both intentional and completely natural. Messy, but perfect.

It was something out of the ‘90s. One of those raw, unfiltered supermodel moments—Kate Moss in a dimly lit dressing room, Naomi Campbell caught between wardrobe changes, Cindy Crawford fixing her lipstick in a mirror.

Except this wasn’t a magazine shoot. This wasn’t meant for anyone else’s eyes. This was you.

And Matt—who knew better, who knew he shouldn’t—reached for his camera anyway.

He barely even thought about it. It was a need. A photographer’s instinct.

The shutter clicked.

The image froze in time.

You, turned towards the window with your body, but towards the mirror with your face, your side profile sharp and breathtaking. The soft curve of your waist and hips, the elegant arch of your neck. The subtle part of your lips, the tension in your hands as they held your own body, as if you were trying to appreciate yourself through your own touch.

It was art.

It was you.

And Matt—despite everything, despite knowing how wrong it was—knew it was one of the best shots he had ever taken.

This is actually so embarrassing to post but it’s been sitting in my drafts for like forever so.

English is not my first language guys 😭 but I tried. i have no idea if im gonna make a part two, maybe if u like it idk.

lots of love,

Mats 💐

[beachbabe000]

Scary Movies // Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Matt comes over unannounced as you're watching a scary movie.

Content Warning: Masturbation, language, Penetration, matt x reader

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I pulled the blanket up higher on my body, the tv casting the only light in the room. I decided to take a night to myself away from work, friends etc. I decided on laying in bed pretty much all day reading and watching tv, a good time of resting.

By this point it was around 9 am and I was finally getting bored. I had a thought out of nowhere. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten off and I could feel the frustration building over that amount of time.

I reached over and opened my nightstand drawer, pulling out my favorite purple vibrator. I threw my blanket off and pulled my shorts down. Lightly grazing my fingertips down my stomach, I reached my clit. I started rubbing small gentle circles at first. Once I felt myself getting wet, I turned on my vibrator and placed it over my clit.

I started to feel tension build in my abdomen. The tv still on in the background making noise that I couldn’t even make out anymore. The room started to go black as my release was coming over me.

“Oh shit.” I heard a whisper causing me to stop in a sudden motion. I’m surprised I heard even that with the state I was in. I’m lightheaded and still processing what just happened. Looking over into the doorway of my bedroom I see Matt standing there.

Me and Matt are good friends. Have been for about a year. It got to the point I even gave him a key to my house. But he’s never come over unannounced before until now. Perfect timing for that.

“Matt. What are you doing? Why didn’t you call?” He just looked at me in a daze. His eyes hooded and his lips parted. He licked his lips to wet them after his breath had dried them out when he realized I was talking to him. How long had he been standing there? “I did.” he said barely above a whisper. “You didn’t answer. Now I see why.” He looked from my face to my bare body and back to my face again. I then remembered I was naked. In front of Matt.

I pulled the blanket over me in haste. “Let’s just not talk about this, okay? Pretend it didn’t happen?”

The blanket now covering my body allowed him to give me his full attention. He shook his head and rubbed his forehead, his eyes closed. “Yeah, sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to intrude. Um, yeah let’s just do that. So, what are we watching?” He drops his bag on the floor that had been sloppily hanging from his shoulder the entire time. Looks like he was planning to stay the night, which isn’t unusual. We’ve had many sleepovers before.

He plopped himself down on my bed on the side I don’t usually sleep on. “Uh, um, it’s a horror movie.” I sunk down back into the bed trying to get comfortable, but it just wasn’t happening.

“I like horror movies.” He also looked uncomfortable. Though the attempt to relax was there for him as well.

We were a bit through the movie before we both started to finally relax. His arm naturally found its way slung over the back of the pillows and I was cuddled on my side towards him. My head facing the tv. We normally have never had a problem touching. Me laying my head on his arm or something small like that.

There was one part of the movie that made me jump practically out of my skin, pulling a laugh from Matt. This also caused me to laugh. It was probably the most comfortable we’ve been with each other all night.

He looked down at me. “You scared?” He was smiling in a teasing way. “No! I never get scared.” I huffed looking to and away from him. He chuckled, “Yeah. Okay.”

His hand found its way from the back of the pillows to my shoulder, trailing his fingers up and down. It was extremely comforting and something he normally does. He knows I like physical touch and it was his attempt to calm me down from fearing the movie.

My body naturally moved towards his and I laid my head on his chest. He responded by wrapping his arm around me. We were almost to the end of the movie when there was another jump scare that got me again. He laughed. “Wimp.” I hit his chest. “Shut up.”

He looked down at me and rubbed circles on my shoulder. “You know, those sounds you were making when I got here were pretty cute.” My body froze. I didn’t expect him to say anything like that. Or even acknowledge the incident anymore. I looked up at him with a face of shock.

He was smiling down at me, “I’d really like to hear them again.” His smirk made me melt; his words made me shiver. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing was coming out. He took this opportunity to lean down and capture my open mouth in his, sliding his tongue in before I could lock my lips fully onto his. A moan from the surprise escaped my lips. I could feel the spot between my legs start to pulsate as it grew wet.

His hand tightened on my shoulder as the other one found my hip and turned me towards him. We shared many heated kisses before my arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him on top of me. His legs tangled in mine as his hands pulled my hips up into his. He grinded into me causing me to make a small whimper. He broke the kiss to look at me, “You okay to go further?” All I could do in my starstruck state was nod.

He reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head, discarding it to the floor. “God you’re beautiful.” He took in the sight of my naked torso before connecting his lips with mine again. His hand snaked its way up to my breast giving it a gentle squeeze. I bucked my hips into his. He groaned into my mouth and gripped my breast harder.

He reached down and unbuttoned my pants, starting to pull them down and over my feet. Discarding his own shirt and pants afterwards. He kissed me again and rubbed his hand down my stomach to my now soaked pussy. “Fuck. You’re so wet.” He looked down at his hand while sticking a finger inside of me. I moaned moving my hands to his shoulders. He looked back up at me. “This feel good?” He breathed, his nose grazing mine.

I nodded in response, unable to form words anymore. He added another finger looking for my reactions. One of my hands found the sheet by my body and gripped it in my fingers. My eyes squeezed shut as I leaned my head back into the pillow with a low moan. He swooped down and started leaving sloppy wet kisses on my neck.

He took his fingers out of me and moved his hand to his member, stroking it with my juices. He moaned, throwing his head back. “I’m gunna fuck you so hard. Those noises you were making are nothing compared to the ones I’m going to bring out of you.”

With that statement he then rubbed his tip against my wet folds, and before I knew it, he was inside me. He thrusted himself into me so roughly my entire body moved. “Oh my god!” A loud moan came out of me as my hands threw up to grab his shoulders, keeping myself in place.

He started pumping in and out of me, not even taking time to let me get used to him. The sudden constant contact brought loud moans and whimpers from my throat. Leaning down to nip my neck, he was definitely leaving marks.

Then somehow, he thrusted even harder and faster. I was basically screaming at this point. His name coming out of my mouth as if it were my last words I’d ever speak. He was groaning and moaning so loud, and looked down at me to make eye contact when he could. His eyes were full of lust and adoration of the effect he was having on me.

“Fuck Matt I’m going to come. Please don’t stop!” He grabbed my hips tighter and moved them with his own, gaining deeper access. This caused my orgasm to come faster than I thought it would. I clenched around his dick, and he could feel my release coat him. “That’s right baby, come all over me. Fuck!” His last groan came with his own release. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. His grip on me so tight that I’d have bruises in the morning.

I could feel him pulse inside of me before pulling out. His hands moved from my hips to the sides of my head as he fell over me. We tried to catch our breaths while still feeling the effects of our high. Once we recovered, he got up to grab something to clean me and himself up, then landed back on the bed next to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him, creating a new warmth between us. “Told you I’d make those sounds louder.” He breathed in my ear, still a little out of breath. He kissed my cheek, and I looked back at him. “Wanna watch another scary movie?” He chuckled, “Only if you jump in my arms again. Maybe we can go for round two and this time you could jump onto something else.” He smirked down at me wiggling his eyebrows. I just chuckled slapping his arm and grabbed the remote.

[redz0nez9]

Matt & Chris you can turn us on easily..

[enasturnioloo]

Mine.🩵

[slut-4-christopher]

No because you don't understand how much I love them. 😭❤️

[hannahsturns]

theyre both so hot i literally cant

[emmisturniolo]

matt needs to show his hands on the controller while he plays fortnite so we can see how fast his fingers move

[bensonthebull]

Dare I say raw next question

(Hands 🤤🤤)

[sturniolotwins]

i just know they degrade you in bed

[giggleshitterhehehhe]

Secret Keeping

You are the Sturniolos triplets little sister they are 21 your 19 in college you go to UCLA. BACK STORY: Your name is Myla or a name that you want to have. Growing up your mom Mary-Lou hated you and when I mean hated you she HATED you like even if you did not do anything she would hit you or yell at you she says that she hates you because "you were not meant to happen" so a "Mistake" Chris, Nick and Matt do indeed troll you about that but they mean well they are just joking. Mary-Lou had put you into kid acting (Nickolodeon) because she knew D*n Shinider and knew how bad he was so she wanted you to "Suffer" supposedly you know so you were on a show (YOU CAN PICK WHAT SHOW U WANT TO BE ON ITS NOT REALLY IMPORTANT BUT MAY COME UP IN THE STORY i am writing this before i write the story but i may come back and edit it.) You never had a lot of friends except your bestfriend Ariana Greenblatt you guys met at a premere and just hit off and are bestfriend to the MAX. the triplets bestfreind Nate was 20 and he was always nice to me and treated me like his own little sister even tho he was one year older sometimes when Mary lou would get really mad when his mom came to pick him up he took me with him to sleep in his house for the night waiting for her to cool down. we had a pretty cool bond. But now you guys are grown up and are not so close supposedly atleast. your still pretty famous and still make money from some actiong jobs you've gotten and now your and influencer on Tiktok and Insta. You and Nate had been dating in secret keeping it from your brothers for about 3 months scared how they would react. (All fake btw dont take this seriously i am not tryna make Mary-Lou look like the bad guy i promise its just a story)

WARNINGS: Kissing, ALMOST smut, swearing,. LITTLE bit of smut, angst.

I was just in my dorm room after a long day of filming this movie that i am the lead in and i heard a knock on the door my Roomate/Bestfriend Ariana was out food shopping for the both of us. I open the door and see Nate he is holding flowers in his hand. He is such a gentlemen. "Hey Nateeeee" I go in for a hug

"Heyy Y/N" He hugs you back giving you a soft kiss on the lips. "I brought you some flowers your favorite."

"Awwww thanks Nate come in" I say taking the flowers from his hands and putting them in a vase. Every time my flowers would die he would get me new ones all the time and this was a repeting process. I then sit on my bed patting the spot next to me

he comes in and lays on my bed laying next to me. for the past 2 weeks hes been in Boston so i have not see him in a while."Ive missed you" he says cuddling you

"i have missed you tooo" i cuddle him back "mmm i love you so much" i say burying my face in his neck

He goes straight ahead and gives me a kiss always after we have not seen eachother in a while it always ends up in a make out session ALWAYS. and obviously i kiss him back.after 10 minuts of us making out barley coming up for any breaths i straddle his lap and contue to kiss him as im on his lap and were still making out someone barges through the door. i dont worry about it at first because i think its just ariana and she already knows me and Nate are dating so idc until i have 3 gasps quiet gasps but you could hear them. i get off of nates lap and turn around "shit"

Nick Matt and Chris just standing there looking at eachother

"Wtf" Nick says "Uhhhh" Chris says and matt is standing there speechless i feel like they did not really care but were just shocked because their little sister and their literal BESTFRIEND were kissing.

"Uhhh hey" i say giving a awkward smile Nate doing the same awkward smile because what else do you do after you get caught making out with your brothers Bestfriend who you have been keep your guys relation ship a secret for months??

"okay just like what the fuck" Chris says "okay so like basically me and Nate are dating you know if you could not you know tell" "Nate i thought you were dating serena?" matt says "yeah well like we broke up a couple months ago and like me and Y/N together you know what no what are YOU guys doing here" Chris shrugs" Well i actually don't know man nick what are we doing here?" Chris says "oh gee i don't know why do u always ask me stuff acting like gong to know matt was the one who planned this i wasn't even on board with this whole thing and look what we just found out we obviously weren't supposed to but matt here" nick knocks on matts head " planned this so i don't know Chris why in the world would i know why we are here" nick rants about God knows what. "well your older you should know about this" Chris says " I am barely even older by like a couple minutes but that's not the point so just shut the fuck up Chris the point is why is Nate and Y/N together "nick continues on.

"Okay so God forbid a girl is dating her brothers bestfriend' i say "I didn't even know you guys talked anymore you seemed so distant " matt says "But like i don't really care that you guys are dating but why didn't you tell us" mat says "we were not ready plus the only person who knows is Ariana so it whatever but now were forced to " i say ' yeah like its okay don't make it a big deal man" Nate says

(TIME SKIP 1 YEAR LATER)

Me matt nick chris Nate and Ariana rented out a whole movie thearter to watch the minecraft movie and me and nate are cuddling. after the movie we go home witch is still a dorm because i am still a college student an me and Nate are making out and Ariana is hanging out with the triplets and it gets super heated like your about to get eaten out you got teased but it has not happend yet because you hear a knock on the door you quickly put your cloeths on and open the door. just a packege but me and nate decide to do it in his car because we could get caught doing it in a dorm. its a good thing weve done this in the car before he made it so it could become sound proof and very tinted windowes and he pulled the seats all the way back he immediatly rips off my cloets and spreads my legs open and starts to eat you out. after about and hour of fucking yall get composed and come out the car.

a couple months later were haveing a very heated arguent about how he supposedly was talking again with his ex. "WERE YOU TEXTING YOUR EX" "NO I WAS NOT" " YESYOU WERE SOMEONE SENT ME PROOF" OKAY LET ME SEETHE PROOF THEN" you show him proof but the thing is the person who sent it t you edideted it and it looks super real "THATS NOT TRUE YOU CAN CHECK MY PHONE IFYOU WANT " FINE I WILL CHECK IT" she checks his phone and sees the messages 'LOOK I SEE IT" you slap him "ow WTF WAS THAT FOR' "FOR TEXTING YOUR EX" "WAIT BUT THATS NOT MY PHONE THIS IS HERE" you check that phone and tehres no messeges with serena at all 'shit' 'nate im sorry i just the messeges i just idk" you guys make up but hes still pretty mad and you know what that means. he has rough like really rough sex with you he wouldnt stop even when you finished. 'im sorry nate' "its okay i got what i wanted" "i love you nate" i love you too"

Hey guys so this was my first one ive ever made please like it lmao

Read past the spelling mistakes pleaseeee lolllllll

(ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUESE)

why is the back story longer than the actual story lmao

[faithlia]

so hmm happy fathers day 🫦🫦🫦🫦

[matsbaby]

Stalker much? introduction

featuring photographer!matt x popular!reader

photographer!matt ~ 17, school’s assigned photographer, triplet, loves his family, Nate Doe’s best friend, loves driving to clear his head, has a pug, fall enthusiast, sleeping over socializing, loves nature but prefers taking pictures of people, you’re his muse, secretly loves Winnie the pooh, major crush on you, mini heart attacks every time he sees you in the hallway, root beer over water, cabin in the woods > coastal house.

popular!reader ~ 17, school’s sweetheart, loves rewatching comfort shows, cappuccino over coffee, her dad’s an editor for vogue, puts lemon in her hair, Charlotte York over Carrie Bradshaw, loves Tate Mcrae, peonies over roses, girly tops, kylie’s lip combo shade 808, fashionably late, pink over blue, fruit salad, slightly crushing on Matt, loves to see him blush, admires his b&w photographs, has pictures of her mom as a model in her bathroom, coastal house > cabin in the woods, cucumber water over everything.

a/n: guys posting the introduction after the first chapter is kinda lame but I’m thinking of making this a series 🤍 let me know if u like it otherwise im just keeping it as a one shot!

Lots of love,

Mats 💐