#matt reader drabble

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"When we get home, I'm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy/ass so hard you can't see straight."

Matt Casey x reader or Brian Zvonecek x reader

Tease - [ Matt Casey] 18+

Prompt: “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

Word Count: 1211

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ dirty talk, brief vaginal fingering, p in v sex ]

A/N: went with matt bc i don’t have much for him

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You’d never have expected Matt to have such a dirty mind, let alone a dirty mouth. But when you riled him up. Whether it be by flirting with him in the common room or purposely pushing yourself up against him in the locker room, he could get to be quite the filthy talker.

And that was evidently proven when he dragged you into his office after having had enough of your teasing for one day, deciding it was high time he did some of his own just to see how you liked it. He drew the blinds, inciting heat deep in your core as he only ever did that when he intended for things to get steamy.

Pulling you close to him, Matt fell back into his chair, which rolled slightly across the floor and banged into the wall. You were quick to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him deeply. Passionately. Enough that he almost forgot what he brought you in here for.

“When we get home…” Matt whispered, digging his fingers deep into the fleshed of your clothed ass as you ground your hips down against him, making him twitch beneath his pants and almost lose his train of thought.

Again.

His eyelids fluttered, breath hitching in his throat as he tightened his hold on you, stopping you from doing it a second time otherwise he’d never be able to actually get his teasing words out.

“Fuck…” Matt groaned lightly, his hold not quite tight enough as you managed to get one more grind of your hips in before he pulled you closer to his chest, feeling the soft mounds of your breasts pressed against him. “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

“Why wait? Why not do it now?” You replied breathlessly. Like a dog in heat. Practically begging him to pin you down and fuck you as the mere heat that had formed between your legs at his words was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

You didn’t know if you’d have been able to wait so long to feel him absolutely destroy you, and perhaps you shouldn’t have been so intent on teasing him as you could tell he was trying to play a dirty game. Luckily for you though, you were great at games and oftentimes you got exactly what you wanted.

“You want me to fuck you now?” Matt questioned, grazing his knuckles down your chest and feeling the hardness of your nipples poke through your bra. He carried on, every inch closer he got to your lower half making your legs tighten around his. “Want me to pin you down on my bunk and fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”

“I want you to fuck me, baby.” You whispered, the desperation slipping shamelessly through your lips.

Especially when his hand delved beneath the dark material of your pants, working their way under the already soaked material of your panties. He began to drag his fingers painfully slowly across you, feeling just how wet you were for him and finding pleasure in the soft whine you let out from his touch.

“Fuck, Matt…” You couldn’t help the gentle moan from escaping your throat at the way he teased you. Pushing his fingers into your pussy barely a centimetre before pulling back out, in the exact way he knew drove you crazy and left you craving more. “God, please fuck me… Let me feel that huge cock inside me.”

You knew he couldn’t resist it when you talked dirty. Especially in that tone. That heated, whining, desperation filled tone that could have him leaking under his boxers the second it left those soft lips of yours. The ones that were currently exploring his neck, your hot breath puffing out over his skin as he continued to tease you, rubbing his thumb over your clit just lightly enough that it couldn't give you exactly what you wanted just yet.

Which is what Matt wanted. He wanted you like this. Desperate. Craving more and the second a throaty gasp left your lips when he applied just a touch more pressure, he was on his feet and tossing you down onto his bunk before you could comprehend what was happening.

“Forget waiting.” Matt practically growled, pupils blown wide with lust as he freed you of your pants. “I’m gonna pound that sweet pussy now.”

You could tell by his face that he was serious. That you were in for a rough time and it only turned you on more. You watched as he grabbed your panties, almost ripping them off you in attempts to get you out of them. He bunched them up, shoving them into your mouth in best efforts to keep you somewhat quiet as he didn’t think the firehouse would appreciate hearing him destroy you.

You spread your legs as wide as you could, riddled with hunger as you did nothing but watch as he pulled his cock from his pants. It sprang up almost instantly, rock hard already and dripping from the tip. He gave it a few quick pumps, biting back a moan as he stared directly between your legs.

“You ready, baby?” He asked, stroking his length a few more times before positioning himself on top of you. You nodded, your hand running down his still clothed chest, fingers wrapping around his cock as you gave it a gentle tug towards you, a deep, rattling moan escaping his lips as you did.

The muffled cry that erupted through the panties in your mouth as he bottomed out in one quick motion was enough to get Matt going completely. The speed at which he moved was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, his hips slamming against your thighs as he made good on his word of pounding your pussy until you couldn’t see straight.

You already couldn't see straight and it hadn’t even been a minute yet. But you loved every damn second of it. The slight hint of pain only added to that intense pleasure coursing through your veins. Your lower abdomen was on fire, tightening faster than ever with each thrust of his cock, reaching deeper inside you than it ever had before and sending you to heights you never thought you’d reach.

You made a mental note to rile him up like this more often as when your orgasm hit, it was as though you’d ascended to heaven. Like you were floating from your body and for a good thirty seconds, you saw nothing but white as Matt carried you through it, prolonging it to the point where you had to tell him to stop before you became too overstimulated that it started to hurt.

Luckily though, it only took Matt two more deep thrusts to reach his own end, collapsing on top of you as though he’d just ran a marathon and then fought a blazing fire. You were both sweating, unable to breathe let alone speak but that didn’t stop him from kissing you, pushing your hair back from your face as his lips worked lightly, gently, against yours before he whispered, smugly.

“Same time next shift?”

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Special Tattoo Surprise

˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warnings : 18+, smut, blowjob + handjob

Messy kisses and stumbled steps brought you and Chris into his room, his hands closing the door behind you before he brought them up to cup your face, his chuckles mixing with your giggles as the two of you kiss.

Matt and Nick had left to go get dinner, giving the both of you a max time limit of 30 minutes alone, and with their tour coming up soon — if not literally next week — you two had been using up every possible second alone that you could.

The sound of his zipper being undone filled the room with your panting breaths before he tossed his jacket to the side, laughs leaving the two of you as Chris practically stumbled back onto the bed, his legs spread as he let you sit in between them.

He propped himself up against the pillows resting in front of his headboard, his hand sliding down to cup the back of your neck as the two of you passionately made out, messy and hot all at the same time, breaths shared and chests moving in sync.

He felt as your hands slid down his chest and stomach, reaching his pants as your fingers instantly got to work on his button and zipper, but suddenly, he remembered something important, a grunt leaving him before he spoke against your lips.

"Mm– wait, ma—" His hands stopped yours from further opening his pants, making your brows furrow before you pulled from the kiss, looking at him with confusion and curiosity as to why he needed you to pause, your hands leaving his in worry of moving too fast for him.

"I, uh– got a little surprise for you," He explained, a goofy grin on his lips as he looked at you, eyes nearly sparkling with excitement, as if he wished to just tell you right this second so he could see how shocked you'd be.

"You... you remember when I told you 'bout my tattoos for Matt 'n Nick?" He asked you, jogging your memory of when he shared the huge secret with you.

"Yeah?" You sat back on your heels in between his spread legs, hands now in your lap as you tilted your head in curiousness, a small smile forming on your lips. "What about 'em?"

"Well... there was one more I didn't really tell you about..." His hands slowly went to unbutton his jeans, building your anticipation before he tugged down the waistband of his boxers between his open zipper, revealing a sight that nearly had your breath taken away.

In smooth, loopy cursive — just like how Matt's and Nick's names were written on his ankles — was your name, inked beautifully into the skin of his abdomen, just barely being touched by the end of his happy trail.

"Holy shit, Chris.." You breathed out, almost in awe as your hand instinctively came up to touch it, nearly tracing each letter with the tip of you finger, feeling as his body twitched underneath your ghostly touch.

"Yeah? You like it..?" He asked, making you glance up to see his excited smile, his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes sparkled with this sort of playfulness, like this sort of "kid in a candy shop" type look. Oh you definitely liked it.

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It took you not even a second before his dick was in your mouth, lips wrapped around the base whilst you took him as deep as you could, pulling groans and whiny noises from his throat.

His fingers tangled into the strands of your hair, nails almost clawing against your scalp as he tugged every now and then, causing you to moan with him in your mouth, his hips then bucking up in a needy manner.

His beaming, excited eyes were now glossy with lust, his blue irises just as bright still as he looked down at you, a moan leaving his lips as you looked up at him, looking like a gorgeous scene straight from a class A porno.

"F–fucking hell— I should get your name on shit more often if this is how you're gonna react—" Chris chuckled breathlessly before the sound was cut off by a groan leaving his lips, his head rolling back against the pillow as you swallowed around the tip of his cock.

As you watched his adam's apple bob from a thick swallow, your eyes trailed back down to his tattoo. Just the mere thought of it on him made something shudder within you, this sense of ownership filling you. That was your name, on his body, right where only you were allowed to see it.

Fuck it was hot.

"Shh– Shit baby— Y' gonna make me cum—" Chris panted, his thighs starting to tremble as you pulled your mouth off of his cock with a wet pop, before your hand continued pace as best it could. His fingers released your hair, instead gripping onto the sheets beneath him as his chest rose and fell quickly, whines and moans leaving his lips in a beautiful symphony.

"cum– 'm cum— cumming—!" Chris gasped out before his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head, his hips bucking up into your fist as his orgasm washed over in him in tidal waves, knuckles turning white as they gripped the sheets his back arched off of.

Normally, your eyes would've been glued to his face, watching as he came apart right in front of you, face contorting with pleasure as his body trembled and twitched, shaking adorably from being unable to handle the heavenly feeling.

But as you watched his cum spurt from his cock, pearly white ropes painting his abdomen, covering parts of your name on his skin, you just knew you'd be looking there instead, watching the beauty of the moment, for many weeks to come.

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a / n : Had this thought come to me during class and i just HAD to do it omg- 😋 i'm such a slut for abdomen and lower back tattoos, i want both so BADD

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dividers → me

© y2kstarr

[lovelybucky1]

thinking about being between frank and matt, caught up in their conflicting personalities and the dynamic that comes with it.

matt is so mean, such a tease. he’s constantly playing with you, riling you up just to deny you. he loves how you squirm, how you pout up at him when he tells you no. you’ll beg and beg and he’ll eventually give in, but only after you work for it.

“awh, sweetheart, you think you’re gonna cum tonight? you’re gonna have to convince me if you want that.”

frank is the opposite. he’s such a giver and his soft spot for you is way too big to keep you wanting for anything. you say the word and he’s giving you whatever you want until you can’t take it anymore. you’re his good girl and he can’t resist the way you bat your eyelashes and say his name in that tone. he’s weak when it comes to you.

“ya look so sweet sucking my thumb like this, baby. such a good girl for me.”

or maybe matt is the softie, giving in to your every desire. you want to go out to dinner? reservations are at eight. you want a new pair of shoes? a shiny pair of red bottoms are waiting for you on your bed. you want matt to eat you out? he’ll lay between your thighs and pleasure you until his jaw aches.

“when i get home, i want you wearing that new set i bought you. get that toy out too, your favorite one.”

maybe frank is the strict disciplinarian who will put you over his knee if you get a bit too mouthy with them. he’ll grip your jaw and make you look him in the eye when you misbehave. you hate it when you get in trouble with frank.

“who’re you talkin’ to like that, huh? cause you sure as shit don’t talk back to me like that.”

they bicker back and forth on the best way to treat their girl. matt and frank will never see eye to eye on anything, especially when it comes to you.

[bsturnzmtts]

Lucky you - Chris Sturniolo

Pairing: fwb!Chris x taken!reader

Summary: Your old bsf with benefits finds out you have a new boyfriend and decides to show you no one can please you like he can.

Warnings: rough sex, cheating, unprotected sex (on the pill), creampie, big dick!chris, pet names, oral sex, doggy, teasing, etc.

You're at home alone, laying on the couch scrolling through your social media when you receive a text from Chris. "I'm outside, let me in"

You freeze, your heart skipping a beat. You haven't seen or talked to Chris since you started dating your boyfriend, Jake. You quickly put down your phone and go to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. Chris pushes past you without a word, his tall frame towering over you.

Chris turns to face you, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. "Long time no see," he says, his voice low and rough. "I heard you have a boyfriend now."

You close the door and turn to face Chris, your arms crossed over your chest defensively. "Yeah, I do," you say, trying to keep your tone steady despite the way your heart is racing. "What are you doing here, Chris?"

Chris takes a step closer to you, his gaze intense. "I came to see for myself," he says, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sends a shiver down your spine. "If this Jake guy can really satisfy you like I used to."

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your body reacts to his touch. "That's none of your business," you say, stepping back to put some distance between you two. "We're not friends with benefits anymore, Chris. I have a boyfriend now."

Chris smirks, taking another step closer to you. "I know," he says softly. "But I can't stop thinking about what we used to have." He reaches out and grabs your waist, pulling you against him.

You press your hands against his chest, trying to push him away but he doesn't budge. "Chris," you say, your voice barely a whisper. "We can't do this." Your body betrays you though as you feel a familiar heat spreading through it.

"Why not?" Chris leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "You used to love it when I would fuck you again and again until you’ve lost track of how many orgasms you had. How does Jake do it? Does he take care of you like I do? How many times does he make you cum?"

You bite your lip, trying to hold back a whimper as he describes the way he used to fuck you. "Shut up," you say weakly, feeling your pussy throbbing at his words. "It doesn’t matter. I'm with Jake." You know you can’t admit the truth, that Jake hasn’t been able to make you climax like Chris used to, or even made you climax at all.

Chris chuckles softly against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're so full of shit," he says, his hands tightening around your waist. "I bet Jake doesn’t even know how to touch you right. Does he eat your pussy like I used to? Does he even make you cum?"

"Stop..." you whisper, feeling your knees go weak at his dirty words. The truth is, Jake never goes down on you, always making excuses about not liking it. And as for orgasms... you haven't had one with him yet. Chris can clearly see your resolve crumbling.

Chris pulls back slightly to look into your eyes. He sees the desire there, the need that hasn't been satisfied by Jake. "I can make you feel good," he says softly, his thumb rubbing against your hip bone. "I can make you cum all night long."

You close your eyes, trying to block out the temptation. "Chris, don't," you say, but your voice lacks conviction. Your body is aching for him, craving the pleasure he knows how to give. You can feel your nipples hardening against his chest, betraying your arousal.

Chris leans down and presses his lips against your neck, sucking hard. You gasp, your head tilting to the side to give him better access. "Open your legs," he demands, his voice firm. "Let me remind you how good my tongue feels on your clit."

You hesitate for a moment, knowing that opening your legs for him is a line you shouldn’t cross. But your body is on fire, desperate for the release that only Chris can give you. Slowly, you part your legs, giving him the silent permission he needs.

Chris groans against your mouth as he feels how wet you already are through your jeans. He knows he has you now. He picks you up and carries you to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed. He gets on his knees slowly unzips your jeans to find a red stamp saying ‘lucky you’ he lets out a small chuckle and takes your jeans off completely. Then he spreads your legs wider, pulling your white lace panties aside.

Chris buries his face between your thighs, his tongue immediately finding your clit. He sucks and licks like he’s starving, his fingers spreading you wider apart. He knows exactly what you like - the pressure, the rhythm. Your back arches instantly as you feel the first real pleasure in months.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you whimper, grabbing his hair as he eats your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. Your boyfriend never does this, never goes down on you like this. He knows your body better than anyone else, and it shows. He slides a finger inside you and starts pumping in and out, curling it upwards to hit your G-spot. "Chris..."

Chris hums against your clit, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. He knows you're close, and he's not about to stop now. He adds another finger, stretching you wide as he continues to suck on your sensitive nub. "You like that?"

"Yes," you gasp, your hips moving on their own to grind against his face. You can feel the pressure building inside you, your body tensing as you approach the edge. "Don't stop, Chris. Please don't stop." You're so close, closer than you've ever been with Jake.

"Cum for me," he whispers against your soaking pussy, knowing exactly how to destroy your self-control. His tongue swirls around your clit faster, his fingers pumping harder. He can feel your walls tightening around him. "Show me who makes you feel this good."

With a final thrust of his fingers and a hard suck on your clit, you shatter completely. You scream out his name, gripping his hair tightly as an intense orgasm rips through your body. Chris keeps his mouth on you, licking and sucking through your entire orgasm until you’re trembling and soaked.

Chris slowly pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean as he crawls up your body. He kisses you hard, letting you taste yourself on his lips. "I missed this," he says, pressing his cock against your thigh. You can feel how hard he is for you.

You look into his eyes, still panting from your orgasm. The sight of his hard cock pressing against you makes your body ache for more. You know you should stop this, but the pleasure is too intense to resist. You reach down and rub him through his jeans, feeling his length and thickness.

Chris groans deeply as you touch him, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He quickly unbuckles his belt and pulls his jeans and boxers down, freeing his hard length. He's bigger than Jake, thicker and longer. He grabs your hand and wraps it around his cock.

He guides your hand, showing you how he likes to be stroked. "Feel how hard I am for you?" he asks, his voice husky with desire. You can feel the heat radiating from him, the way his cock pulses in your hand.

He suddenly flips you onto your stomach and spreads your legs. He lines himself up with your wet pussy and slowly pushes in, filling you completely. You moan loudly at the sensation of him stretching you open. He starts moving slowly at first, but soon picks up speed, pounding into you from behind.

"Fuck," you cry out as he hits spots inside you that have never been touched before. His cock is so big it feels like he's hitting every nerve ending possible. He leans over and bites your shoulder gently while continuing his relentless rhythm.

One hand grips your hip tightly enough to leave marks while the other reaches around to play with your clit again. The dual sensation of being stretched fully by his cock and stimulated directly is too much. You're already close to another orgasm from just him fucking you raw and deep.

"You're so fucking tight..." he breathes out, his pace becoming more intense. He can feel your walls clutching around him, your moans driving him crazy. "Is this better than fucking Jake? Being stretched open on my cock?"

His dirty words send a new wave of pleasure through you. You can't help but nod, your voice broken by moans. "Yes... oh god, yes..." Your body is completely at his mercy, another orgasm building rapidly.

Chris suddenly pulls out and flips you onto your back. He lifts your legs up high, pushing them back towards your chest as he slams back into you. This new angle hits even deeper, his balls hitting your ass with each thrust.

"Look at me," he demands, his eyes filled with pure lust. "Look at who's fucking you now." His movements are fast and hard, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans of pleasure. He leans down to capture your lips in a rough kiss.

You break the kiss to gasp for air, your hands gripping his muscular arms for support. "Chris... oh my god, Chris..." You chant his name like a prayer as he fucks you into the mattress. Your eyes are rolling back, your body trembling with impending release.

"That's right, baby. Say my name." He smiles wickedly against your neck, biting down gently. "Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my cock." His thrusts become even more powerful, his hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm.

With a final, deep thrust, you feel your orgasm crash over you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clenches tightly around Chris's cock as you scream his name. He buries himself deep inside you and releases his own load, filling you with his hot cum.

"Fuck... did Jake ever make you feel this good?" He continues thrusting slowly through your orgasm, milking every last wave of pleasure. "You're way too precious to be settling for just his tiny dick." He leans down and catches your bottom lip between his teeth. "Break up with him..."

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[lazysoulwriter]

sleepy matt. - matt sturniolo.

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It was a quiet afternoon, the kind where the sunlight streamed gently through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything in the room. Matt sat on the couch, his legs pulled up beneath him, lazily scrolling through his phone, but his eyes were growing heavier by the second. His energy had been replaced by a familiar, soft sluggishness.

“Hey, babe,” Matt called out, his voice already sounding drowsy. “You wanna hang out? Or... maybe just... nap?”

You turned around from the kitchen, a smile forming as you saw him curled up, his head tilted back against the armrest, eyes half-lidded, like a sleepy kitten.

“You’re already tired, aren’t you?” you teased, walking over and sitting next to him.

Matt let out a soft whine, his lips pouting slightly. “Mm-hmm. Just a little... but I want you to nap with me. Please?”

You chuckled softly, his usual confident self now replaced with the soft, baby-faced Matt you adored. He never liked admitting it, but when he was sleepy, Matt became like a little kid, craving comfort and attention from his favorite person in the world— you.

“Come on, just for a little,” he whined again, tugging gently at your hand, pulling you into his arms. His body molded to yours as he buried his face against your neck, his breathing already slowing.

You could feel the warmth of his skin and the soft hum of his voice as he nuzzled closer. “I’m not gonna sleep without you,” he mumbled, his words barely coherent, the exhaustion slowly overcoming him.

As you laid down together, you could tell he wasn’t just tired—he was melting into the moment, his body feeling heavier and more relaxed the closer you were. His arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go.

“Stay close, please,” Matt whispered, his voice small, almost childlike. He always became more clingy when he was sleepy, and you couldn’t help but smile at how sweet he looked.

“You’re such a baby when you're tired,” you teased softly, stroking his hair.

He let out a soft, sleepy giggle, the sound making your heart swell. “You love it,” he mumbled before falling into a peaceful, content sleep in your arms, his grip still firm around you.

And you did. You loved it all— the way he was so strong and independent, but when it came to napping with you, he let himself be your baby. And you were more than happy to spoil him with all the comfort and affection he needed.

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[sagesturns]

˖°. face sitting - m.s ˖°.

contents: smut. face sitting. oral (f! receiving). use of petnames. beard burn. +more

"don't just hover," matt mutters, eyes dark and voice low, the edge in it unmistakable. "i’m not fragile, sweetheart."

his hands grip your hips before you can hesitate — large, warm, calloused — and in one motion, he pulls you down, mouth meeting your cunt like a man starved. his tongue found your clit, slow and purposeful, swirling and flicking in a rhythm that had your hips rolling against his mouth.. it knocks a breath from your lungs, your thighs instinctively tensing around his head as a shocked, broken sound escapes your lips.

he wastes no time. there’s no teasing. no slow build. just matt, buried between your thighs, eating like it’s the only thing he was made to do.

his brown hair is tousled against your skin, and you catch the glint of those blown pupils- blue eyes looking up at you — wild, focused, determined to ruin you. his tongue drags through your folds, slow and deliberate, before flicking against your clit with an intensity that makes your hips jolt.

“already this wet?” he groans into you, beard scraping against the soft inside of your thighs — rough enough to sting, but not enough to stop you from grinding down on his face like it’s instinct. “fuck, i missed this.”

the scruff on his jaw rubs harshly against your skin with every motion, leaving raw, tingling patches in its wake. It burns — just a little — but paired with the wet warmth of his tongue and the way he’s so into it, you can’t even bring yourself to care. you’re too far gone, too busy falling apart in his hands, on his mouth, on the sharp drag of his beard and the relentless press of his lips.

your hands scramble for something — the bedsheets, his hair, anything — as moans pour from your mouth unchecked. every flick of his tongue, every groan he lets out against your dripping cunt sends you higher, makes your thighs quiver around his head.

and still, he doesn’t stop. doesn’t even slow down.

“c’mon,” he murmurs between licks, voice muffled and desperate. “don’t hold back on me now.”

you fall apart not long after that, body arching, chest heaving as your orgasm rips through you. he stays locked in place through it all, mouth wet and messy, groaning like your taste alone is enough to keep him fed for days. you cum hard, hips stuttering, thighs shaking, and he drinks down every bit of it like it’s the only thing he needs.

when you finally come down, breath ragged and skin flushed, he pulls back slowly — lips slick, face shining, and beard thoroughly soaked. your thighs feel tender, overworked, sensitive — the rough patches from his scruff still burning faintly where they brushed too hard.

matt smirks as he looks up at you, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide with heat. he doesn’t say anything — just leans in again, this time trailing his tongue gently over the reddened skin along your inner thighs. each stroke is careful, soothing, cooling the sting he left behind with soft licks and barely-there kisses.

“didn’t mean to bite you up so bad,” he says softly, nuzzling into the mark he left. “had to make it worth it.”

you don’t even have the strength to answer — just tug him up by the hair until his mouth is on yours, deep and slow and coated in everything he just took from you. and when he kisses you like that — all tongue and heat and pride — you swear you’d let him do it all over again.

©sagesturns☆

a/n: that photo of him is so hot. im acc going feral.

[egotisticaleverything]

College!Matt Murdock who’s just so enamoured with you he physically can’t think straight when you’re around. Even the smell that lingers around after you leave a room is enough to drive him crazy. One night after you invite him over to your dorm to “study” and he just can’t seem to focus it clicks for you. Yet you keep going with your “study”, pretending that you have no idea that the small touches you exchange are driving him insane.

Soon enough you end up with him under you, slowly leading him through it. He’s awestruck at how good you make him feel, how you want him just as much as he wanted you. He’s determined to repay the favour. That’s when he nervously suggests something-

“I wanna make you feel good- I uh-… can I—? Do you wanna sit on my face..-?” -oh my god

He’s so innocent about it, he’s so precious, so desperate to please you. Of course your answer is yes. I mean, how could you say no to his pretty little face? God- and when you finally get to it, you look down as you’re hovering above him and have to hold back a moan at the sight. You’d never seen a man this desperate, this needy, this pathetic for you in your entire life. Oh and how he lives up to what you wanted and more.

As soon as his mouth came into contact with your pussy he was lapping at it, devouring it and practically drowning in it like it was his saving grace. Like he was searching for some sort of salvation. It was like he was trying to drag your soul out of you as he went. It was messy, desperate, sinful. But oh so good.

“Oh- oh there you go alter boy… fuck..”

He was practically pawing at your thighs like a desperate puppy as he tried to pull you impossibly closer to him, more of your weight- not just more. All of it. He wanted you to sit. Completely fucking suffocate him if you could. He needed all of you. He wanted nothing but you. He needed nothing but you. That’s all he could ask for, all he could beg for.

You.

You.

You.

As soon as he comes up after you’re done he holds you close and asks in the sweetest most sincere, loving voice,

“Did I do good?”

[hollandsangel]

move over | m. sturniolo

okAY here we go this is my first sturniolo fic please be nice to me i am afraid

ps if you’d like to be tagged in any (possible) future fics comment 🍜

summary: matt needs a bigger bed

wc: 1k

warnings: matt x fem!reader, cursing, nightmares? no description really, just funny and fluffy 🫡 all the triplets are in it but reader is dating matt!

..does anyone remember that one video where matt said chris never sleeps in his own bed? well…

gif by @mattsturnioloarchive !

you feel yourself slipping back into consciousness, and you can tell from the soft, pale blue light of matt’s bedroom that it’s morning. matt’s fast asleep behind you, resting on his stomach with you tucked up into his side, his right arm slung over your waist. you’re already upset that you have to pee, the idea of crawling out of the sleep-warm bed and leaving your boyfriend’s cozy embrace is not an appealing one, but the nagging in your bladder won’t go away.

with a sleepy sigh you stretch your arm out just enough to the tap the screen of your phone, the numbers 8:23 glaring back you. you still don’t have to be up for another hour and a half, which you think is an acceptable amount of time left to lay in matt’s arms and snooze a bit more, even if you don’t really need anymore sleep.

it’s a bit tricky to clamber out of bed without waking the sleeping boy next to you. trying to keep from dragging the duvet with you when you slide out. you tuck matt back in properly before you wander off to his bathroom. softly, you click the door shut, and it, along with your sleep-hazy mind, muffles any sounds coming from outside the bathroom.

for once, chris slept in his own bed, knowing you’d be sleeping over and nick was editing the video meant to go up later this afternoon early into the morning. it’s too early for him to be waking up on his own but something stirs him into wakefulness, his heart beating a little faster than it should be.

matt had woken up for a mere second when you slipped out of bed and hasn’t fallen back into the depth of his sleep, waiting for you to come back. he’s just barley alert enough to hear shuffling from down the hall, getting louder until the person responsible is standing at the crack in the door.

“matt?” chris whispers, peeking into the bedroom.

matt groans and rolls over just until he can see his brother over his shoulder, “what, chris?”

“i had a fucked up dream, dude,” chris says, padding further into the room, “where’s y/n?”

matt turns a little closer to his brother, facing him now, “bathroom,” he mumbles, “what was it about?”

chris is still standing in the middle of the room, phone held loosely in his hand, “you got into a fuckin’ car accident, a really bad one” he admits, feeling a bit foolish and juvenile for running to his brother after a bad dream, “can i sleep in here?”

matt’s face softens and he rubs his eye, “yeah, ‘course.” he says, watching chris slowly walk towards the bed, “that’s her side,” he says though when chris tries to lay where you had been.

chris fakes a scowl and matt makes a face back, sleep still tugging at his mind. the two of them lay back down, back to back, tugging the covers over their shoulders.

you finish washing your hands and shut off the bathroom light. rubbing at your eyes, you make your way back to matt’s room, looking forward to sleeping a bit longer. upon wandering in you’re met with more than one body under the blankets, making you stop in your tracks.

“chris?” you wonder outloud, stopped in the door way.

matt answers before his brother can, “he had a bad dream,” he explains to you, face smushed into the pillow, leaving the words all muffled and extra groggy.

“sure,” you say, as if chris sleeping in matt’s bed doesn’t surprise you (it doesn’t). dragging your feet over to your side of the bed to matt, where he’s taking up a bit too much room. “move over,” you tell him when he peels the blankets back for you. he shuffles back with a little too much effort and you climb back into bed.

once you’re settled matt scoots a little bit closer to you to make more room for the three people now in his queen sized bed, but also because he never passes up an excuse to hold you a little tighter.

you doze in and out, matt’s soft breath against your neck keeping you a little bit dazed but not quite enough to lull you back to sleep fully. it must be nearing 10 am now, more bright sun spilling in from the cracks in the curtains above the bed. you think chris is awake too, hearing breathy little chuckles every now and then. you reach for your phone, deciding on a mindless scroll through instagram.

after a few minutes it sounds like nick has also woken up, his footsteps audible in the bedroom above. you hear him coming down the stairs, and you think he stops in the kitchen until his voice fills the quiet halls.

“chris?” he asks, standing in his brother’s empty bedroom, confused as to why he’s not in bed.

“in here,” chris speaks up, waiting for nick to press the door open.

he does, standing at arms length with a skeptical look on his face, almost afraid of what he might find. “um…hello, what are you doing in here?” nick asks, finally crossing the threshold.

“he had a bad dream,” matt says into your shoulder, startling you. you didn’t know he was awake.

“i had a bad dwream,” chris says in that stupid pouty voice that drives all of you insane, no doubt looking at nick with puppy dog eyes.

“oh…kay,” nick says and you laugh at the suspicion still evident in his tone.

“did you see the tik tok i sent you?” chris is laughing but stops abruptly when matt kicks him in the calf, which makes you giggle into your boyfriend’s arm.

“yeah, but i’m a bit more preoccupied with the absurdity of the three of you in matt’s bed right now,” nick says in his distinct deadpan drawl, which only makes you smile more.

“c’mon nick you might as well join us,” you say, earning a loud, over exaggerated groan from matt, his arms tightening around your waist.

you think nick must oblige because he doesn’t say anything for a second, coming closer to the bed.

“move over, dummy fuck,” he says to chris, who laughs out loud and scoots closer to matt.

“i hate them,” matt whispers in your ear.

tags! @mattsturnioloarchive @averysbestyears

[et6rnalsun]

MAKE UP N MAKE OUT

“baby” he huffed, a small pout on his lips as he looked up at you from his sitting position on the bed, tugging on your arms to drag you towards him. “come on, don’t be like this, yeah?” he continued in that well-known whiny tone, finally managing to get you to sit on his lap as he stuck to you like a mussel. the clear behavior of when you were angry.

you rolled your eyes, arms firmly crossed over your chest as you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “leave me alone” they were the only words you’d been saying to him for at least an hour, unable to say anything else because you knew your pissed off mood wouldn’t last at all if you let yourself go any longer. your gaze fell on his appearance by mistake; taking note of how his tie was loosened up, shirt unbuttoned at the top of his smooth chest, and his jacket had been abandoned next to him on your soft blanket.

chris, unfortunately, noticed that your gaze (which was supposed to show just how angry you were) was lost in him. taking advantage of this, he pulled you closer, his hands dragging along your ass and almost towards the hem of your short and elegant dress. “forgive me?” he was talking in a low and almost sensual way, a spell that made you completely surrender to his will. moreover, his soft lips began to place small kisses on your neck and your exposed collarbone, arms that tightened their grip on you to try and make you understand that he wanted you bad in that moment. arguments aside.

“no,” you said weakly, but unconsciously tilted your head to give him more space — the action caused him to suck gently on a patch of sensitive skin, his teeth slowly digging into it and leaving a mark.

“no?” he repeated teasingly, slowly pulling away from your now marked neck to get to your level, moving slightly so that your lips were brushing against each other. “really?” he was teasing you, and your throat was already dry from the brief contact. at your silence, he slowly ran his tongue over your lower lip, at which you couldn’t take shit anymore, and immediately opened your mouth to let him in, shamelessly. his muscle was imposing in your mouth, it quickly searched for yours while his fingers sank into your ass, groping it.

it was all a mixture of teeth and saliva that mixed together thanks to the intertwining of your tongues, and the way he sucked on yours like a hungry and greedy man, not leaving a single thing on the plate. your mouth was completely open for his every gesture, ready to welcome him — an almost obscene sight if there was someone watching you.

he then pulled away from you with a small wet pop, a thread of saliva connecting the two of you that was quickly licked away by him, before he attacked your mouth again. as you were kissing with such passion, he had already lifted your dress up and over your hips, revealing your white, lace underwear that was deeply stained with the consuming desire you felt for him. “my girl” he murmured against your swollen lips, letting you straddle him completely and create some friction between your hot bodies. “can’t be mad”

you couldn't blame him, you just couldn't. not when you were pressing yourself against the bulge of his pants, his tip teasing your clit with only a thin layer of fabric separating them.

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[raestromboli]

making out with virgin!matt. ♡⁩

it’s late at night. a little too late, but that also means you get matt all to yourself. the heat is on full blast which doesn’t really upset you as it usually would since you get to see your pretty boyfriend shirtless.

matt has his back pushed up against his bed frame, his large hands awkwardly gripping your bare thighs that encage his waist—all while being kissed into oblivion. his hair is messy, his earlobes are tinged pink, and his brows are slightly pinched upward as your tongue explores his mouth. all that can be heard are the occasional whimpers that come from both you and matt and the sound of your lips clicking against his.

he’s so overwhelmed, but in the best way possible. his senses are filled with your fruity scented shampoo and you feel so right on top of him, especially when he can feel the heat of your soaked cunt against his bulge. your lip gloss is smeared all over his cheeks and it spreads down in kiss marks all the way to his collarbone.

you hum against his plush lips, arching your back to push yourself further into matt’s chest and tilting your head to lightly make space between his lips.

“you can touch me, y’know.” you sweetly mumble over your boyfriend’s lips, a grin growing on your face when you feel matt’s hands shiver.

“y-yeah?” matt’s voice is hoarse and scratchy, almost like he had just woken up. he pants against your lips when you hum and nod, eyes daring to roll to the back of his head as you rake your hand through the short hairs on the back of his head.

and of course, without a beat, matt does exactly what you say. a shaky hand slides up your thigh and goes to paw at your waist, and he keeps it right there for a moment before you grip onto his hair, suddenly deepening the kiss and making his self control falter. that’s when his hand glides up even further and latches onto your tit. a meek groan is stuck in his throat when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra and he can feel your nipples hardening in his palm.

you’re trying real hard not to giggle at your boyfriend’s attempt to keep calm. he’s so innocent and doesn’t know what to do with you nor himself, maybe that’s why he’s only groping you over your shirt.

but even just the slightest touch makes you so desperate for him. when you break the kiss apart, matt slightly peeks an eye open to watch you let out a puff of air over his lips, brows pinched up in pleasure. oh, he didn’t realize you’d react like that. he’s not complaining either, not when you look so pretty and definitely not when your hips subconsciously buck into his lap and letting out a gasp when your panty clad cunt bumps up against his bulge.

“f-fuc—oh my god . .” he whines under his breath. at this point, matt is gone. his lips are parted, cheeks are burning, and all he can do is just look down in between each other’s bodies and catch a glimpse of your puffy pussy grinding up against his boner. the hand that isn’t on your tit is latched onto the waistband of your baby pink panties, just holding on for dear life as you whimper his name in his ear.

it’s all so fun to you. you pull away from matt to properly get a look at him and there’s nothing you could do besides grinning at him teasingly. he already looks so fucked out, lips glistening in the low lighting, his hair tousled all over the place, and his eyes are so low that he looks high.

you lean forward to place kisses starting from his jawline and trailing up to his ear where you can then feel his hips bucking up, “want me to keep going?” you giggle. and of course, matt nods wordlessly, muttering a whiny ‘uh huh’ under his breath before he hurriedly places his lips back onto yours.

you’re really glad everyone is sleeping, you don’t know how loud matt can get, nonetheless you can’t wait to see.

[otissbluebearshirt]

Matt Casey Masterlist

Full Masterlist

*I do NOT write for Matt anymore*

Prompts:

“God, you feel so fucking good baby.” 18+

“When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.” 18+

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[y2kstarr]

— ᥫ᭡ bottom bitch . . . chris sturniolo

where . . . you're starting to get jealous at all the girls chris hooks up with, even tho the two of your are just bsfs, but when chris catches on after noticing you all pissy after his latest hook-up, he gives you one night to taste what you'd been secretly begging for.

contains . . . smut, fingering, jealousy sex?, squirting, smoking, praising, college au, friends to lovers?

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #4

"Oh fuck! Chris!" A random girl's voice rang out through the door to you and Chris's shared dorm room, the unmistakable sounds of sex clear as day through the hardwood. "Don't stop—! Mmmm—!"

You sighed as you sat out in the hallways, scrolling through your phone as you waited for him to finish up and kick the girl out so you could finally get to your bed and just call it a night after the shitty day you'd had, this just being the cherry on top.

He'd completely forgotten to text you about having someone over, so you were sure it was some random chick with a basic name who was just drooling for his dick till he decided to bring her to his dorm. Thank god the obscene noises were clear enough through the door before you turned it so that you stopped yourself from seeing that shit.

"Oh my godd— You're dick is sooo good, Chris— I'm gonna cum—!" You groaned at the stereotypical, porno voice she had, like nails on the goddamn chalkboard to your unfortunate ears.

"That's it baby, yeah— Cum on this dick—" Now that voice, you could listen to it for fucking hours. You'd never fully heard Chris during the few times you overheard his sex, mostly due to the girl trying to upstage him like it was hot to hear a wailing banshee or some shit, but when you did, god, did it sound like heaven.

The way he'd groan from the pleasure, his little grunts and pants coming through in time with his audible thrusts, the way he'd talk dirty to the girls like some wet dream come to life, the way he'd—

"Chris!" There it is, wailing banshee yet again. Thankfully, despite having to listen to that god awful sound, you knew it was the finish line, just a couple more moments for the girl to get her shit back on and scurry out of the dorm as if anyone would care if they saw her.

The moment she'd almost stumbled past you, an almost judgmental look on her face that you matched with a glare as she passed by, you finally walked into your dorm room, spotting Chris laying spread out on his bed. His boxers were pulled up though a little loose as you could practically see the base of his happy trail, his chest rose and fell in breaths he was still trying to calm, his hair a disheveled mess, and lipstick kiss marks messily scattered his toned skin.

He looked like a god damn dream that you just wanted to sink your teeth into, but as you remembered just why he was in this state, you shook yourself from your thoughts, huffing as you walked over to your closet.

"Sorry 'bout no heads up, she barely gave me a second before tossing me into bed," He explained, chuckling as he flicked his lighter at the end of a joint he'd grabbed, breathing in the smoke before blowing it back out to curl up into the air. "Fuckin' tiger, I tell ya,"

You didn't respond to him, rolling your eyes to yourself as you tugged off your jacket and hung it up, taking off all of your jewelry and placing them all in their respective places. He'd noticed your silent demeanor, raising an eyebrow before sitting up in his bed, his legs dangling over the side as he tilted his head at you.

"You pissed at me or somethin'? I said I was sorry about the head's up," He asked, making you sigh as you weren't given a choice other than to answer him as to not be seen as the dick in this situation.

"'M fine," You muttered, your hands coming down to grip the hem of your shirt before tugging it up over your head, having gotten used to changing in front of Chris. But he knew all too damn well that you weren't just 'fine,' a scoff leaving him before he pushed himself up and off of his bed, his eyes subtly tracing over your figure from behind.

You tried to pay no attention to him as he approached you, but the feel of his warm hands on your sides made you shiver instantly and stiffen a bit. "Now I know your ass is lying to me," Chris murmured to you, his hand that held the joint only letting that thumb draw small circles on your hip as to not risk burning you. "You gotta tell me what's peeving you, ma."

You let the silence hang for a moment longer, willing yourself not to be affected by how he touched you or looked at you or talked to you, but fuck, did it feel good. You finally sighed as you crossed your arms, your eyes glancing away from where he peaked over your shoulder at you.

"I just, don't know what you see in those chicks," You mutter out, glancing at him as he smirked, as if knowing something you didn't.

"Someone's soundin' jealous," He teased you without a beat, chuckling at the way you turned your head to glare at him, his hands lifting up in mock surrender. "'M just sayin', ma–"

"'M not jealous. Why would I be jealous of some wailing banshee in my room?" You huffed out, making him perk up a little before smirking.

"Oh yeah? That's what you think of them?"

"I mean, what else do they sound like?"

"Like girls who are having the best fuckin' night with me," Chris grinned, noticing the way you looked away from him again, letting the silence ring out, before he let an idea strike him.

"Alright, how 'bout.. I make it up to you for leaving you outside to hear all of that," His voice was lower in your ear now, alluring and warm, as you felt his hands slowly undoing the button and zipper to your pants, before he whispered in your ear. "And you show me what a gorgeous girl should really sound like..."

You should protest, you should just push him off and continue being pissed and just go to bed, but as your countless fantasies about him filled your head, you just couldn't say no to this. You let out a shaky breath before turning your head to him. "Fine.."

You watched the way his signature grin tugged at his lips, his eyes running over your face before landing on your lips. "Atta girl," He whispered, liking the way your breath hitched softly before he leaned in to press his lips against yours, gentle, sweet, as if to give you the option to back out, and yet you didn't.

You melted into the kiss as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your pants before tugging them down, letting them drop to the floor around your ankles, his hands sliding back up your sides as you mouths slowly moved together. Goosebumps rose on your skin before you slowly turned your body fully to him, your hands touching his chest before sliding up to cup his jaw.

Your back arched into him as his hands slowly hugged around your waist, pulling you closer into him as his tongue teased along the seam of your lips, gladly entering your mouth as you parted them for him. As the kiss started to heat up into a make out, you felt as Chris tugged you back to the bed, your steps a little messy as you were too lost in the kiss to care.

You felt your back hit the mattress of his bed as he climbed over you, your arms wrapping around his neck as he settled between your spread legs, your kissing heavy and messy, almost desperate now practically chased each other's mouths like you were the last people on earth.

You let out a soft, needy sound as he pulled from the kiss, one that made him grin down at you all smug whilst you glared and felt blush creep up your neck. His lips pressed a kiss to your jaw, slowly trailing down to your neck as you lay your head back, giving him more exposed skin. You felt as his hands crept behind your back, unhooking your bra before tugging it off of you and tossing it to the floor.

"Fuck... Didn't know you had such perfect tits," He smirked, his thumbs coming up to tease over your already stiffened nipples, making a shiver run up your spine before you let out a soft whimper.

Your hips subtly rocked up involuntarily, making your feel the hard bulge in Chris's boxers, stars practically spotting your eyes at just the prospect of what lie underneath the fabric.

"Fuckin' eager, huh?" Chris chuckled, though he couldn't help the way his cock twitched at the action, making him needy to pleasure you just like he promised. His lips kissed back up your neck before meeting yours in another kiss. "Need these off.."

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down before pulling them fully off, tossing them where your bra already lay, his fingers teasing over your inner thighs to feel you squirm before delving between your folds, a groan leaving him against your lips.

"Jesus, you're fuckin' wet— You this excited f'me, baby?" He cooed teasingly.

"Shut up.." But your words were hardly harsh, a needy whine spilling from your lips as his fingers gathered up your juices before rubbing at your throbbing clit, pleasure rushing through your body at his touch. "Fuck.. Chris.." You whimpered, noticing the way you whined his name made his hips twitch in need, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.

"You like that, ma..?" He whispered against your lips, grinning as your hips started to rock into his hand, chasing that pleasure as his fingers drew firm circles on your clit, your head nodding as you whimpered. "Yeah, I know you do," He teased.

You huffed as his fingers stopped, about to tell him to keep going, before your suddenly felt him slipping his fingers into your drooling cunt, a gasp leaving your lips at the way his fingers felt thicker and — fuck — so much longer than yours.

Your mind went fuzzy as he started pumping his finger in and out of your pussy, the soft, squelching noises making your toes curl and a whine fall from your lips, your hands digging your nails into his back a bit as he pressed sweet kisses to your jawline and face.

"That feel good, baby?" He cooed, smiling against your cheek as you whined out a pretty "yes" in response, his eyes looking over your face, all pink and cute, eyes half lidded and fluttering at the pleasure, soft pink lips parted as soft pants left you.

"F-fuck— Chris—" You whimpered as he sped up his fingers, the sloppy noises getting slightly louder at his quickened pace. Panting breaths left your lips as pleasure bloomed throughout your body, when suddenly, you felt as his free hand slid down underneath your knee and hiked it up, a gasp leaving your lips as his fingers plunged harder.

"That's it, mama, that's it–" He groaned softly against your cheek, hearing as your panting quickened, a sound he knew all too well with girls, his fingers keeping that delicious quick pace at this deeper angle.

"'M close— I-I'm gonna cum—" You whined out, your nails digging crescents into the skin of Chris's back, feeling your toes curl at the burning pleasure that threatened to push you over the edge.

"Yeah? C'mon mama, cum for me, wanna see how pretty you looking coming undone," He groaned against your jawline, nipping at the skin there before he rested his head on your shoulder, looking down at his fingers pumping your cunt whilst his other hand pushed your thigh up just a bit higher.

And suddenly, it was as if your vision went white, your mouth falling open in a gasped moan, your back arching as you felt your orgasm crash over you harder than you'd ever felt in your life, pure and utter ecstasy burning throughout your body as you moan out gorgeously, eyes rolled back and nails clawing at Chris's back.

Your leg trembled and twitched in Chris's grip as his fingers rode you through your high, your chest sputtering up and down as your breathing was shaky, your mind fuzzy as you gushed all over Chris's fingers. You barely comprehend what had happened until you heard Chris's voice cut through your blissful haze.

"Holy shit— I didn't know you could fuckin' squirt like that," He chuckled, your brows furrowing in confusion before you lifted your head, your eyes widening at the wet mess that was his sheets and his fingers, blush blooming on your cheeks out for embarrassment that Chris caught into quick.

"Ma, you've– you've never fuckin' squirted before?" He asked, near awe in his voice as he chuckled at the way you tried to hide behind your hands, his ego being inflated by knowing that he was the one to make you squirt for the first time.

"Shut up!" You squeaked out, unable to not giggle a little as he tugged your hands away with his free hand, peppering your face with kisses.

"That's so fuckin' hot, baby," He murmured against your skin, addicted to the way you giggled, before his hips pressed against your thigh, reminding him of his still hard cock, now begging for attention.

You felt his fingers slip from your cunt, whimpering at the loss and at watching him lick them clean with a groan, before his hands moved down to tug down the waistband of his boxers, his cock springing out, thick and heavy, his tip a flushed pink as pre-cum leaked.

Your eyes widening at the sight, your cunt fluttering with interest as you felt arousal filling you once more, before looking up at his face, his eyes lustful and dark, a smirk on his gorgeous lips.

"You up for another round, ma?"

☆ : this is currently not proofread cause i just wrote most of it in the car, Im on a trip that I ain't even know about until yesterday 😭 so im so sorry if this seems rushed, I really liked this idea and hope I executed it good for all of you <33 anyways, i think they're cute asf-

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[winnie1emon]

✧.* what happens after mattheo finds his sweet bsf moping after a bad date..?

bsf!mattheo x angel!reader (fem pov)

word count: approx 2.2k

cw: MDNI!!, smut, bsf!mattheo, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, finger sucking(?), lots of praise, mattheo is maybe kind of a perv idk lol, p link in the middle

a/n: sorry it took me a bajillion years to do this... sleep schedule is in the works :( + requests are open :3

Mattheo quickly flipped over the muggle Playboy magazine he had gotten his hands on the previous summer and fumbled with his zipper as he heard his dorm door swing open. Needn't to turn around as he recognized the familiar sound of your heels clicking across his floor as you kicked them off and slumped onto his bed, he clumsily shoved his small collection of magazines into his drawer.

Clearing his throat, he asked, "How was your date, he ugly?" He did not bother to turn around and face you, adamant about not showing you his flushed face.

Truth be told, your "date" was terrible. You had waited at the Three Broomsticks for hours, garnering pitying looks from Madam Rosmerta while you awkwardly stirred an on-the-house butterbeer, waiting for your blind date to arrive.

"Bad..." you managed to mutter, your voice trembling slightly. You had begun suffocating as your face was planted on one of his pillows, raising your head up for air and seeing the tear stains you left on the pillowcase.

Slightly surprised, he furrowed his brows, turning around his chair to get a full view of you, sulking, face-first on his bed. "Why? What happened?" he questioned.

"Didn't even show," you sniffled out, not looking up.

Concern washed over his face as he got up, readjusting his pants for the second time, before sitting gently beside you. He placed a palm on your shoulder, pushing slightly to get a view of you. You didn't resist, turning your body around, and giving him a clear look at you.

His heart ached at the sight of you; your dried-up tears, the red hue in your eyes, and the remnants of tears clinging onto your bottom lashes.

Mattheo brought his thumb to your face, swiping away at your cheek. "He didn't?" he asked softly. He meant to sound comforting and understanding, but his voice had a subtle tone of hope that you didn't catch over your small hiccup.

You shut your eyes, feeling new tears form as he pulled you up off your back, allowing you to sit against his headboard. Kicking off his slippers, he brought his feet onto the bed and sat beside you, placing your head on his shoulder with his arm slung over yours.

You both stayed in that position, silent, for a while. It wasn't uncomfortable, it was something familiar to make you feel better. Mattheo fidgeted with his sheets with his free arm and you felt most of the tears come to a stop. Lifting your head off his shoulder, you turned towards him.

"You're a guy right?" you asked.

"I'm pretty sure."

You stifled a small giggle before resuming your more solemn mood. "Do y'know why he wouldn't come?" you asked tentatively. Met with silence and his gaze set straight ahead, you prodded, "Like... think he saw me and left?"

"No. No way."

Mattheo had answered you quickly, even surprising you. You had expected a teasing yeah or a reluctant no from him, but he seemed dead serious. It wasn't like Mattheo was rude to you, merlin, you were probably the one person he was the nicest to, but he'd usually never pass up on an easy opportunity to make a joke.

Moving closer beside him, you peered curiously at his face, looking for any sign of sarcasm, but there wasn't any. "Really?"

The sight of your doubting eyes, the slight quiver in your lips, and the feel of your body pressed against his arm as you sat on his bed was all too much for Mattheo to handle. He wanted to scoop you up and mumble reassurances into your ears, but a part of him that he so desperately wanted to push away, wanted to fuck you senseless and show you how serious he really was.

Fuck. He knew it was wrong to feel this way when you sought comfort from him and nothing more, but he could hardly suppress his thoughts. Not when you stumbled into his room as he was about to relieve himself-- especially not in the strapless dress you wore for your date.

"Mm, yeah," he barely got out. "You're... beautiful."

You hummed appreciatively, feeling an unfamiliar blush creep up your face. Mattheo was your friend, and he had complimented you a few times before, but this was strangely... intimate. Grateful for him, you let your head sink past his shoulder and onto his chest and allowed one of your hands to play around with the material of his shirt, the soft cotton rubbing against your fingertips.

Tracing patterns on his shirt, his toned torso underneath; so close to your touch, you allowed yourself to be mesmerized while drawing swirls and stars on his shirt until you felt his body go taut and he cleared his throat.

"Oh-- sorry," you said sheepishly, retracting your hand. You sat back up, having your head properly rested against the headboard.

"No, don't be," Mattheo said. "I'm just, just a bit out of it right now," he told you, turning to face you.

"Yeah..." you noted. "You look a bit flush." You examined his face, his cheeks lightly dusted with a rosy hue and a very tiny bead of sweat on his forehead. You pushed yourself off the headboard, sitting straight up on the bed and your eyes wandered over him. "Are you," you began to ask in concern before your heart leaped into your throat from the sight of his very obvious boner. "...okay?" you finished, swallowing thickly.

"Don't even worry 'bout me," Mattheo shrugged off, oblivious to your wandering eyes. "Feeling better now?" he asked you, your tears from earlier no longer apparent.

Your brain still short circuiting from the sight of his boner, you paused before snapping back into reality.

"I-- uh, I don't know..." you said biting your lip. "I was really excited to go, but I guess he wasn't."

Mattheo searched for the words to say before you spoke again.

"Maybe I got the date wrong. Oo, oh! Maybe the place wrong?" you tried to convince yourself. "Merlin, who am I kidding? He saw me and decided not to show," you groaned. "I knew I shouldn't have worn this dress, I was kind of doubting buying it when I was at the store and-" you rambled before being cut off by a cool hand on your chin turning your head around.

"Hey- what are you doing?" you smiled sheepishly, caught off guard.

"Stop talking about yourself like that. You know it's not true."

You chortled, confusion etched onto your features, but nothing on his face resembled a joke.

"Stop joking, I'm actually sad," you finally drawled.

"M'not joking," he said. Before you could retort, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss.

Your mind clouded for a brief moment before you began to kiss him back.

For such a seemingly rough guy, his lips were soft and welcoming. You could go days without pulling away, your hands running up his back as he cupped your face. Kissing him felt natural, something that you didn't have to work very hard to do.

You let your body take over and kiss him without worry and he seemed to do the same as he slipped his tongue in, taking you by surprise.

Knowing he already crossed a line by kissing his best friend, Mattheo couldn't hold back the amount of arousal coursing through him at the moment. Without thinking, he allowed a hand to trail down from your face, feeling the lines of your waist until it found your thigh. Pushing the blue silk dress upwards, his hand rested on your ass.

Not protesting at all, you leaned closer, with his hands beginning to guide you onto his lap. You both sunk on the bed, having you straddle him. The cool air hit your bare skin as he brought your dress even upper, the dress folding inside out on your waist. His hands ran up and down your ass, stroking the lace of your underwear.

He slipped his hand underneath the material, feeling the skin of his palms on your unclothed ass, groping and grabbing blindly. You continued to kiss him, resting on top of him warmly until you felt his hand ghost over your bare folds causing you to pull away from the kiss and elicit a moan.

You looked at him curiously, parting your lips before he asked, "Can I?"

Before you could contemplate, your body was already deciding as you immediately nodded up and down. His fingers trailed lightly on the outside of your slick cunt and you could hear him murmur to himself but the sound was blocked out of your ears as your mind was clouded with thrill.

Burying your head beside his head and into his pillows, you let out a shrill whimper as you felt him insert one finger. Slowly, he pumped it in and out of your cunt, slowly increasing in speed.

Entering another finger, your whimpers grew into moans and he turned to look at your heated face.

"Fuck, you're cute."

Unable to respond, you attempted to give him a sheepish smile that sent him over the edge.

His fingers pumped in and out of you with uncontrollable fervor, your fluids coating his fingers as you leaked out. You writhed around on top of him, small squeals escaping your lips as you felt your orgasm near.

"M-Matt..." you mewled. "I'm gonna-"

"Shh, shh," he said, bringing his free hand to caress your head. "You can come. Come on my fingers for me." He buried his fingers deep inside, curling them slightly as he found your g-spot.

No longer able to contain yourself, you let your orgasm happen, your cunt tightening over his fingers. Panting, your body went limp which gave him time to flip you over so you were below him.

Watching the look you sported as your orgasm washed over you, the way you were beneath him, and how your lips were swollen from your previous make out, Mattheo could've sworn he was going to come right in his pants.

Wasting no time, he pulled down his pants, boxers following, allowing his cock to spring out, the tip already leaky with precum.

Pulling down your soaked underwear, he positioned himself between your legs. He pushed in slowly, each agonizing second torturing you as you desperately wanted him.

He rocked his hips and you had expected him to go slowly like he did with his fingers, but he quickly set a pace, hardly waiting for you to adjust.

The world felt unreal to you, having your best friend's cock inside of you when just moments before you were moping about some mystery guy...

Mattheo tugged down the top of your dress, the lack of straps allowing your tits to pool out. Fondling greedily, he couldn't even contain himself.

"Can't believe he lost this before even getting it," he groaned under his breath. "Fucking clown."

Unable to get a word out through your whimpers and mewls, all you could do was blush bashfully at his words.

He brought his hand to cup your jaw, slipping his thumb into your mouth. Teasing, he pulled his thumb to the edge of your mouth, contorting your lips as he laughed to himself. "You look adorable."

He continued to tease, finding the faces you made amusing as he continued to use his cock to kiss your cervix. You were about to unravel again, your cunt gripping onto his cock as your cries grew louder, your hands scratching his arms. "Gonna come?" he asked. You nodded quickly, a sign for him to slow down.

"Are you?" you asked tentatively.

"Not yet. Wanna savor my time with my favorite girl," he cooed, leaning into your ear.

Your surprise couldn't last long as you came for a second time, your face scrunching up. You breathed heavily, still allowing your body to process while Mattheo took the time to pull out and turn you around, your knees sinking on the bed.

Mattheo wanted to frame that moment right there and then. Capturing the sight of you; back arched down, ass up in the air practically inviting him inside your glossy cunt, face buried into the sheets.

"I hope you're forgetting about that guy. I would throw myself off the Astronomy Tower if I skimped out on a date only to find out it was with you."

Entering once more, he threw his head back before letting out moans of his own. Unlike during missionary, he went in patiently, admiring the view of his cock sliding in and out of your folds.

"I'm going to come just looking at you like this, I swear. Want me to? Want me to come inside?"

"Y-yes!" you managed to sputter out. "Please..."

"The day I say no to you; just know I'm under the imperius curse." And with that, he came, spurting thick ropes of cum inside to coat your walls. "Shit..."

He pulled out, leaning down to watch the remnants of his arousal seep out of you. He pulled you upwards to sit on your knees on his bed before hugging you by the head, caressing you with his hands roving your body.

"Bet you're glad he didn't show now, huh?" he joked gloatingly.

"Yeah."

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[bsturnzmtts]

Spoiled - Matt Sturniolo

Pairing: dom!Matt x whiny!reader

Summary: You’ve been a bit bratty and Matt realizes he’s spoiled you too much so he decides to test it out.

Warnings: teasing, masturbation, begging, pet names, fingering, kinda mean Matt?, praise, other things

Matt Sturniolo, your boyfriend, is now on top of you teasing you by leaving wet kisses down your neck. “You like that baby?” He asks in between kisses.

All you could let out was a soft “mhm”.

His lips trace a damp trail down your neck, pausing at your collarbone. “You know,” he whispers against your skin, adjusting his position to hold your wrists above your head playfully, “I've been too soft on you lately.”

His fingers intertwine with yours, holding your hands captive as he continues his teasing kisses lower, towards your chest. He can feel you wriggling underneath him, trying to free your hands and wrap them around him instead. He ignores your silent pleas, determined to teach you a lesson. "Too many privileges,"

His voice drops to a low, challenging tone as he pulls back slightly, his eyes glinting with a mix of affection and firmness. "I bet you can't even make yourself cum anymore, hm? Spoiled little thing like you, always relying on me."

You squirm and whimper. “Hmm come on Matt,” you whine as your hips buck forward.

"There you go," He laughs softly, watching your body arch and chase his nonexistent touch. "Whiny as hell too. God forbid I don't touch you for five minutes." He releases one of your hands slowly, testing if you'll try to touch yourself like he accused you of needing.

“Matt please,” you whine as your free hand grabs his and tries to put it where you need it.

"Please what?" He asks, letting your hand guide his but pulling back at the last second before he reaches your desired spot. His voice is teasing but firm. "You're going to have to be more specific." He watches your face flush with frustration and need.

“Please touch me” you let out in a whiny voice.

He finally lets your hand lead him to where you want him most. His fingers brush lightly over the fabric of your underwear before he slides them aside. "Like this?" He teases, barely touching your clit with just the tip of his finger before pulling away again.

“Mhmmm please more”

He challenges you with a smirk, releasing both of your hands and sitting back on his heels, crossing his arms. "Alright then, spoiled princess. Show me how independent you are. Make yourself come without any help from me. And if you succeed... I'll do anything you want tonight."

You look up at him with a mix of annoyance and desire, your chest heaving slightly. "Fuck you," you mutter, your hand immediately sliding down between your legs. You start to touch yourself, your fingers moving in circular motions over your clit, trying to prove him wrong.

Matt watches you intently, his smirk never fading as he leans back on his elbows, enjoying the show. "That's it," he taunts gently. "Show me how much you don't need me." Your fingers move faster and more insistently over yourself as his gaze intensifies.

You bite your lip, trying to focus on your own touch instead of how much hotter it would be if it was Matt's fingers pressing against you. You can feel the heat building inside you, but you're struggling to get over the edge without his usual skillful touch. "Having trouble?"

You glance up at him, your eyes pleading despite the frustration. "Shut up," you snap breathlessly. Your hand moves faster, but it's not enough. You need him. You always need him. "I hate this," you moan softly.

"See?" He uncrosses his arms slowly, watching your frustrated attempt fall flat. "You're so used to my fingers, my mouth, my dick... You can't even get yourself off properly anymore."

You pant heavily, your thighs pressing together as you realize he's right. "I..." Your hand falls away, defeated "...fucking hate you." Your voice comes out soft and vulnerable, all the fight gone. You're trembling slightly, your body on edge but completely unfulfilled. “Please Matt I need you” you whine.

He moves swiftly, pushing your hands above your head and pinning them there. His body presses heavily against yours, a smirk still playing on his lips. "Need me?" He whispers dangerously close to your ear before nipping at it slightly. "Need my fingers? My tongue? My cock?"

You arch into him, a whimper escaping your lips. "Yes," you cry out. "All of it, just... please, fuck me, touch me, something. Anything." Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer.

He chuckles darkly against your neck before biting down gently. His hand releases your wrists to grab both of your thighs and spread them wider apart. He doesn't enter you immediately, instead he runs his fingers through your wetness teasingly. "You were so close to coming by yourself..."

"M-Matt, please..." You beg shamelessly, your hips bucking up to meet his teasing fingers.

"I know," he murmurs, finally giving you what you want as he pushes one, then two fingers inside you. You clench around them tightly, a loud moan escaping your lips as he begins to move them in and out. "So fucking needy,"

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing in tight circles as his fingers pump in and out of you. "I'm going to make you come so hard," he promises darkly against your ear. His free hand moves to your breast, squeezing and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You're completely undone. "Matt..."

You cry out his name again as your body begins to shake with impending release. Your nails dig into his arms where you're holding onto him for dear life. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." He increases the pressure on your clit and thrusts his fingers deeper inside you.

"Come for me," he commands firmly, curling his fingers just right to hit that sensitive spot inside you. Your orgasm crashes over you intensely—waves of pleasure making your whole body convulse. You scream his name loudly as you come apart on his fingers. He keeps moving them slowly inside you through your orgasm.

"There's my good girl," he praises softly, kissing your neck gently as your breathing slowly evens out. Once you're finally done coming, he pulls his fingers out of you and brings them to his mouth, sucking your wetness off of them slowly. "So fucking sweet.”

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[mattsstarlet]

introducting…pornstar!matt and camgirl!reader.

contains: suggestive content (no smut.)

matt smirked as he scrolled through your page. you had the been the talk in the industry lately, having had an overnight success.

he couldn’t lie, you were fucking great. wearing a different piece of delicate fabric on every live stream. sweet talking your way into getting your viewers to send more money. his favorite part? watching you on the verge of tears as you played with yourself. his cock twitched every time you let out desperate sounds. he was hooked onto you.

after watching tonight’s live, he clicked on your page wanting to hit the follow button— pausing when he read the tiny box next to your username.

‘follows you’ of course you do. who wouldn’t? he was just that good.

following you back he bit his lip, would hitting you up be too much? nah, fuck that, since when did he care? he’s matt sturniolo, any chick would die if he had sent them a direct message.

he smirked, shaking his head. he was gonna have a great time getting to know you—and your body. that’s for sure.

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ pornstar!matt is originally created by me! please dm me first if you’d like to write for him and credit me.

[sagesturns]

˖°. rolling - m.s ˖°.

contents: smut. pnv. softdom!matt. sex tape. stomach bulge. praising. +more

your legs are thrown over matt’s shoulders, lace-trimmed socks brushing his jaw as he rolls his hips into you, slow and mean. each thrust drags his cock deeper, the stretch brutal — your stomach tightens under the pressure, bulging obscenely where he hits.   ���look at that,” he murmurs, voice like syruped venom, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. “my pretty baby’s stuffed full. you feel that, huh? right there?”   he taps the swell in your lower belly and grins when you twitch.

you whimper, digging your nails into his biceps. he cages you in, elbows sinking into the mattress on either side of your head, sweat dripping from his temples.   his lips brush your ear. “hurts a little, doesn’t it?”   you nod, dizzy. “keep going.”   he groans, low and raw, and fucks deeper. your thighs shake. your tits bounce with every snap of his hips. your breath catches.

the red light on the camera blinks steadily at the edge of the bed. he set it up earlier, angled perfectly to capture every twitch, every arch of your spine, every filthy sound you make for him.

“gonna look so pretty on tape,” he mutters, running a palm down your thigh before grabbing it tighter. “gonna watch this every night, fuck myself to it. to you.”

you whimper, back arching as his cock bullies its way deeper, forcing a high, broken cry from your throat. your body’s trembling, clinging to him as he leans over you, pressing you into the sheets.

his eyes flicker down to your stomach, watching the bulge in awe. “look at that,” he whispers, thumbing the swell. “you feel that, baby? that’s all me.”

you nod frantically, words lost in your throat.

matt leans close, lips brushing your ear, voice low and dripping with possession. “say hi to the camera.”

“m-matt—”

he just chuckles, kisses your neck. “don’t be shy. you’re fuckin’ glowing for me.”

then he shifts, grabs under your back and lifts you up, holding you tight to his chest as he fucks into you like you’re his last breath. the angle hits something deep — too deep — and you cry out, gasping into his skin.

“say my name,” he whispers, “nice and loud. wanna hear it on playback.”

you moan it again and again.   he leans in and kisses you — slow, hungry, dirty — then pulls you into his lap without ever slipping out, your arms around his neck, thighs locked around his waist.

“gonna keep it just for us,” he pants. “only we get to see how good i wreck you.”

then he shifts, sitting up and dragging you into his lap, keeping you full of his dick the entire time. your arms wrap around his neck, and he bounces you on his cock like he’s addicted to the sound of you gasping.

the tape keeps rolling.

©sagesturns☆

a/n: neeeeeeeddddddd. wrote this on the 1 hour bus ride.... sigh.