#puppy!matt

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLEFT HAND * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Matt hurt his right wrist during a horse ride for a video, but who said that a wrist guard would hold him back from fucking Y/N with his fingers?

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader 　REQUESTED?　no.

WARNINGS　::　smut (mdni), switch!Matt, switch!Y/N, fingering, pet names, injuries, and pain.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²　::　this is a repost of an old fanfic of mine that got deleted by tumblr! *if you've read it when I posted it last year, you can read it again because I changed almost everything.

The spacious room was dimly lit, with only a soft glow from the bedside lamp casting shadows on the walls. In the bed, the blankets were already a mess, twisted, and kicked to the side as if they had no place in the heat currently going on by its side. 

The scent of Matt - clean, slightly musky, and overwhelmingly comforting - mixed with the faint trace of Y/N's perfume created an intoxicating blend that only heightened the tension.

Matt's lips were on hers, his mouth moving with an almost reckless need, tasting, devouring, drinking her in like she was the only thing that could stop his thirst. His tongue pushed past her lips, slick and desperate, tangling with hers in a messy dance that left no room for air. The taste of him - warm, slightly sweet, and entirely intoxicating - spread through her mouth, mixing with the faint traces of mint and something purely him.

A low, needy moan vibrated from the back of her throat, swallowed immediately by Matt, who only deepened the kiss, his breath mingling with hers, hot and uneven, almost creating a cloud between them. Saliva slicked their lips, making every pull and drag of his mouth against hers wetter, sloppier, easier.

His left hand tangled in her hair, fingers tightening just enough to keep her exactly where he wanted. His thumb stroked the hinge of her jaw, dragging slow and teasing before slipping down to press against her throat, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his digit.

Their lips parted only for a moment, a groan coming from Matt diving into her mouth, the sound reverberating against her lips.

Y/N's hands roamed over his shoulders and chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath her touch, the warmth of his skin under his shirt. The fabric had ridden up, exposing the soft flesh of his stomach, and she couldn’t help but run her hands over the small rolls, feeling the tension in his body under her fingers. Every soft sigh and groan from him was like music to her ears, something that had her head spinning.

Matt's right hand, encased in a black wrist guard, hovered hesitantly before it found its way to her waist, fingers toying with the hem of her cotton shorts. The pain in his wrist flared slightly with each movement, a horrible reminder of his earlier accident - which made him regret all his choices about going horse riding for a video - but he swallowed the pain, determined to ignore it.

He had been so careful all week, listening to his brothers and the doctor, not using his hand any more than absolutely necessary. But now, with Y/N against him, her lips swollen from his kisses, her pupils dilated, the need was unbearable. 

He needed more.

He needed to touch her, to feel her, to have his fingers buried deep inside her where she was warm and wet.

He almost could feel her heartbeat under his fingertips when he moved them, quick and unsteady. His fingers tugged at the fabric of her shorts, trying to slip underneath, to find the heat he wanted so much. 

But then it all stopped.

Too sudden.

Y/N's hand grabbed his bicep, halting his movements while pulling away abruptly. Her eyes met his.

"Matt, you can't." She whispered, her voice soft but firm, the kind of tone that made him both love and hate how much she cared. "The doctor said you shouldn’t use your right hand. It’s going to hurt you more, and you know that."

Matt's breathing was ragged, his face a mixture of frustration and desperation. He pressed his forehead against hers with a thud, trying to steady his racing pulse.

"But I need it." He pleaded like a small child, his voice rough and thick with need. "I need to feel my fingers inside you. Please... just- just for a lil bit-"

His words were an urgent whisper against her lips, followed by a soft whimper that made her heart ache. Her hand moved up, cupping his cheek, thumb brushing over his swollen bottom lip.

"Honey." She murmured, trying to keep her voice steady. "I know you want to. And I want you to, too. But you need to heal. You can’t hurt yourself more just because we’re both desperate to fuck."

Matt let out the most wrecked, frustrated groan, tilting his head back like he was physically in pain from holding back.

"Fuck." He breathed, his voice strained and needy. He squeezed his eyes shut, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, trying - failing - to ground himself. 

He felt like he was burning alive, every inch of his body aching for her, every nerve begging for relief.

His left hand trembled as it slid down from her hair, over her side, gripping at anything he could touch before he cupped her pussy through her shorts.

"Please." He whined, his fingers pressing into the damp heat, the fabric doing nothing to hide how soaked she was. His breath stuttered, and his head dropped against her shoulder as he cursed again, voice barely more than a breathless moan. "Baby, fuck- you're so wet. You’re so-"

"Matt." Y/N muttered, her voice a mix of a plea and a warning. She covered his hand with hers, trying to stop him, but her thighs said otherwise, clenching at the feel of his palm pressed so firmly against her. "You're hurt-"

He opened his eyes, and the sheer desperation in them made her words falter. His pupils were blown wide, small droplets of sweat glistening on his messy haired forehead, his lips a pretty pink, his whole body trembling against hers.

"I don’t care." He whispered, voice cracking. "I don’t care about the fucking pain or my shitty wrist, I- m'just need you. Please, Y/N, just lemme-" His hand pressed up harder, chasing the friction, his hips rolling against their bed like he couldn’t help himself.

His right hand, despite the pain, fumbled at her shorts, his fingers weak, shaking as he tried to push them down.

"Need it so bad i'fucking hurts." He whimpered, voice thick and wrecked. "Can't y'feel it? How m'feelings are hurt? My cock?"

Dramatic little shit.

Y/N’s resolve was crumbling fast, her own need mixing with the sheer desperation pouring off him in waves. 

"Okay." She whispered, their breaths mingling, their lips barely apart. "But we go slow. If it hurts too much, you stop. Deal?"

Matt nodded furiously, relief flooding his face, his fingers immediately slipping lower. His hand shook as he brushed over her pussy, the barest touch making her suck in a sharp breath.

He took his time, eyes locked on her face, watching. His fingers finally found her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles over the thin fabric, the friction making her hips stutter against his touch.

"Oh, fuck-" Her head tipped back, her nails digging into his clothed shoulders.

She’s dizzy, floating in some soft, cloudy realm where only Matt exists, gasping when he bites at her exposed throat and sucks sharply, the sting of pain shooting down into her pussy without missing a beat.

"That’s it." He breathed against her skin, his voice thick with want. "Is it good, baby? Hm? You can admit it. Y'can tell me how much you want my fingers inside you."

Y/N whimpered, and Matt groaned, his tongue flicking against the sensitive spot below her ear. His fingers pressed harder, dragging another moan from her lips, and he chuckled breathlessly, the sound vibrating against her neck.

"Fuck, angel." He murmured. "Can feel how wet you're. Just say the word, and I’ll give it to you."

"I want it." She breathed out, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her hips moved on their own, trying to chase something, anything, the heat inside her walls growing more insistent. "Please, Matt, I want- I need it."

He smirked, brushing his lips from the spot below her ear to her jaw, softly licking her chin before finally capturing her lips in another kiss. His left hand met his right one on her waistband, mixing her shorts with her panties before tugging both down.

He tried to focus on the feel of her lips, the taste of her mouth, using it to distract himself from the ache in his wrist with the movements.

Matt managed to pull the clothing down just enough, his right fingers finally having direct contact with her warm pussy. He exhaled shakily inside her mouth as his fingers slid over her folds, parting them.

"God- all that f'me." He breathed out, his voice a low, reverent murmur, the slick sound of her wetness echoing like music to his ears. "’ve wanted this all week, y'know? This stupid wrist wouldn't let me touch m'girl."

Y/N’s breath hitched, watching him with smart eyes as her hips moved into his touch.

He kept his left hand against her hip, using it for balance while his right one moved with a kind of practiced ease. His thumb found Y/N's clit, circling the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure.

The wetness around it made him groan, forcing him to straight up his upper body so he could give all his attention to her pussy, the sensation nearly enough to make him forget about his wrist guard.

But it was too good to be true.

The moment his thumb changed the rhythm to up and down along her clit length, a sudden sharp pain shot through his wrist, like a knife stabbing up his arm. He went still, the breath catching in his throat, and Y/N noticed immediately.

Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, suddenly regained consciousness, filling with concern. She forced her feet against the edge of the bed, pushing herself away from him, looking down at his arm with worry etched on her features.

"Matt?" She asked, voice shaky. "Hey, let it go. Let it go. It’s okay. Are you okay?"

He blinked at her, the pain mingling with the overwhelming desire that still thrummed through his veins.

It was almost absurd, this whole situation. 

No. Actually, he was pretty sure it was absurd.

Here he was, with the most beautiful girl in the world, touching her, and all he could do was wince like an idiot because of a stupid injury. 

The absurdity of it made him laugh, a breathless, incredulous sound that bubbled up from his chest.

"Y/N, I’m fine." He chuckled, the sound strained but genuine. "Just... this damn wrist. Hurts like hell."

Y/N's eyes widened with concern.

"Matthew, that's not funny! We won't-"

But she was quickly interrupted with Matt shaking his head, silencing her worries by gently pulling his hand away from her core, pretending not to notice how her hips moved, searching for it again instinctively. 

He moved up, pressing his lips against hers in a soft, soothing kiss, his laughter still hanging in the air between them. His kisses were filled with reassurance, his uninjured hand cradling her cheek as he pressed his body closer to hers. 

"Shh, it's okay." He murmured against her mouth, his tone light, trying to ease the worry that lingered in her eyes. "You always worry too much, you know that?"

She pouted against his swollen lips, a little furrow appearing between her brows. 

"Well, someone has to look out for you, Matt. Y'always getting into trouble." Her voice was a mix of seriousness and affection, the worry not entirely gone from her eyes.

Matt didn’t respond right away. Instead, he sealed their lips in a slow, teasing touch, stealing the last of her protests before deepening it. His tongue swept over the hood of her mouth - warm and wet, his body pressing close, melting away any lingering frustration she had.

"Okay, so maybe the right hand’s out of commission." He murmured against her lips, his breath warm as he pulled his chin back just enough to speak, the tip of his tongue tracing against her lower lip. "But I’ve got another hand, don’t I?" The top of her pearly teeth scraped his upper lip, tickling the sensitive skin.

When he pulled away just slightly, his grin was lazy and confident. 

"I mean, I know I’m right-handed, but how hard can it be?" He wiggled the fingers of his left hand, the movement catching the bedside lamp’s glow.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, the daze of his kisses fading just enough for her to register his words. She pulled back, her brows arching as she took him in with a skeptical once-over.

"Matt, you’ve never used your left hand for anything like this. Well, for nothing at all, actually.” He nodded his head sideways. “What makes you think you can now?" Despite her words, there was a hint of amusement in her tone, her lips twitching into a small smile.

His grin widened, a devilish gleam lighting up his eyes. 

"Well, there’s a first time for everything, right? Besides, I’ve got the best motivation in the world right here." He murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leaned down, brushing his lips over hers again. Her taste was his addiction.

She squinted her eyes.

"Just let me try, baby. I promise I’ll make it good f´you. I always do, hm?"

Y/N bit her lip, her teeth tickling his in the process, torn between wanting to keep him safe and the desire that still pulsed through her, that seemed to only intensify with his words. Finally, she gave a small nod, her hands sliding down his shoulders.

"Okay. But be careful, Matt." She warned, her voice soft. “I don't want to run to the hospital right now.”

“Y´wont need to, angel.”

His left hand reached her bare pussy, caressing her mons pubis, feeling the freshly-shaved skin and taking his time in there - getting close to her clit and then retreating again, until he had Y/N’s hips moving against his hand again, her thighs clenching around his hips and her voice breaking while begging.

"Matt, please." She whimpered, squirming beneath him, her hands squeezing his wrist. "Don't tease."

There. That's exactly the reaction that he was waiting for.

He paused, stopping his movements, his injured hand pressing just slightly against her bare waist.

"What do you need, baby? I'm giving you what you wanted, right? For me to go easy..."

"No- I know, just- just touch me. Please." Her voice came out in a whisper, her teeth caging her bottom lip, trying to keep her hips steady, not wanting to hurt him.

Matt's lips formed a cocky smile, letting his left fingers travel down, sliding through her clit and, finally, stopping by her hole with the preciseness of someone who had done so a million times before.

"I love how wet I can make you, dove." He murmured, his voice a mix of awe and desire. "You have no idea how much I adore feeling you like this."

His fingers traced her entrance, teasing, testing the waters before he pressed just the tip of one finger inside her. The sensation was electric, a spark that shot through both of them, making Y/N sigh, her hands flying from his wrist to his shoulders, tightening around his shirt.

Matt moved slowly, his finger pushing deeper, knuckle by knuckle, letting her adjust to the intrusion. The feeling of her walls tightening around his digit, warm and slick, causing him to groan low in his throat.

"God, y´feel so good." He breathed, his voice a husky whisper. “M´never getting tired of it."

Y/N’s head was spinning, her senses overwhelmed by his touch, his words, the heat of his body against hers. She could feel her arousal pooling, a tight coil of need building inside her, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Her hips moved in small circles, meeting his movements, encouraging him. 

"More." She whispered, her voice breathless, filled with need. "Please, Matt, I need more."

He pressed a kiss to her lips, caressing her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue before sucking the sensitive skin, muffling her plea, his finger slowly beginning to pump in and out of her, each movement careful.

He crooked his digit, aiming for that spot nestled deep in her body, right where he knew it would feel best, his thumb brushing against her clit with every thrust, drawing soft moans from her.

"Is that what y´needed?" He asked, letting her bottom lip go with a soft ‘pop’, smirking.

He let her pull away when her lungs begged for air, watching the way she rolled her hips back and forth, the squelching wetness sounds of fingers fucking into her dripping hole making Matt's cock throb painfully.

"Ye-yeah, so good." She breathed out, her chin moving while searching for his lips again, unsuccessfully. "Matt-"

He, by surprise, added a second finger, stretching her, filling her more completely. 

"Yes, that's it." She whined desperately when he moved slowly in, letting her adjust, savoring the feel of her around him.

Y/N stuttered on her own exhale, hiccupping high in her throat as Matt resumed his movements, pressing the pad of his fingers right against her sweet spot repeatedly, fucking into her leisurely. The brunette spread his fingers into a V shape, making Y/N moan louder, her hands tangling in his hair, tugging as she lost herself in the sensation.

He could feel her walls clenching around his knuckles, her body tightening as the pleasure built, each thrust sending a wave of heat through her.

"Feeling good, sweetheart? Is m´left hand making you feel the best?" Matt purrs, thoroughly pleased at the way he's giving all the pleasure to his girl.

Y/N´s fast nods and little whimpers have Matt’s eyelashes fluttering, his hips jolting between her thighs and mattress, causing the girl to squeak in response, her lips trembling as they formed a soft 'o', the heat simmering in the low pit of her stomach burning brighter and brighter with each messy thrust, Matt's fingers rubbing soothing circles with each sharp jut of his wrist. Wetness squelched between her thighs, making their bed wet and messy.

"Yeah-eah, Matt, fuck- S´fucking good. M´so close." She warns, the words coming out soft and whiny, laced with a kind of need Matt would recognise anywhere. "Please..."

Matt laughs softly.

"Always so easy, huh, sweetheart?" He was quick to pick up the pace, his fingers curling inside her, and Y/N whined in response.

"Shut up." The girl complains.

Mercifully, Matt does, and their mumbled words are replaced again with the sound of laboured breathing and heady, desperate little noises, trembling as Matt grinds his fingers into her in lazy but extremely deep little circles. Y/N gasps, rocking down into the feeling as her hands scrabble to grasp at Matt’s arms, nails digging in and lips parting on a moan.

"Baby- Matt, 'm gonna..." Y/N stuttered, her back arching as she fucked back onto his fingers, pink tongue resting against her spit-slick lips, eyes hooded and entirely dazed.

Matt hummed in agreement, kissing along Y/N’s sweaty forehead lovingly as he pressed his own hips against the mattress, his erection straining against the fabric, seeking relief from the pressure that also built inside him. Each thrust of his fingers sent a jolt of pleasure through him, her wetness drenching Matt's hand, coating the long digits in sweet sticky wetness.

"Fuck, Y/N, you’re making a mess in my hand." He groaned against her forehead, his voice a low, breathy whisper. "God, I want to be inside you- I want to fuck you so bad."

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, her walls clenching around his fingers tighter than before, ready to snap.

"Hmm fuck- Want my cock, sweetheart?" He murmurs, nuzzling at her sweaty hair. "Wanna feel my dick fill you up, huh, baby? Such a good girl."

"Wanna ride you." She whines, the confession pulling a barking laugh from Matt.

"Lemme make y´feel good with m´fingers first, yeah?" He says breathlessly.

Y/N's eyes roll back as she clutches Matt tighter to her while rolling her hips harder.

"Pup- fuck... Fuck, please- M´so good f´you, best girl ever." She promises, the sudden words tumbling free as she moves her hand to his hair, pulling hard, the echo of his loud groan sounding numb inside her ears. "In me, God- Please, don’t stop."

He didn’t.

He just increased his pace, his fingers moving faster, deeper, leaving a delicious burning sensation at her wet ring. He could feel her getting closer; her walls tightening more and more, her moans growing louder, her words getting lost.

Matt keened, rutting against the bed nonstop, his own breath ragged and his mind clouded with lust, the need to see her cumming driving him forward.

Y/N's eyes opened momentarily from its position rolled up her skull, looking upwards at the same time he looked at her, locking gazes with him, and Y/N let out the most filthy cry of pleasure, her mouth hanging open as he held her gaze.

"Cum f´me, angel." Matt cooed, his voice rough. Then, he crooked his fingers once again, a sharp thrust sending Y/N tumbling over the edge with a quiet little whine. More wetness gushed out of her, making the slide almost too easy, as Matt twisted his fingers, fucking his pretty girl to her orgasm. "That's it."

The moment she hit her peak, her body convulsed, her walls clenching around his digits, and a high-pitched moan escaped her lips. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers, riding out her orgasm.

The feeling of her pulsing around him, the wetness, the heat, the smell, the sheer intensity of her release, was almost too much for Matt to bear. His head dropped roughly against her trembling shoulder, kept the pace of his fingers steady, whimpering as he slides his mouth wetly along her shoulder, biting the sweaty skin, his cock head rubbing against the mattress as moans tumble free and meld with Y/N's pulse.

"Shit- babe, come on- cum f-f´me." Y/N whimpered against the side of his head, her hips still moving uncontrollably, her orgasm still burning inside her veins.

Matt huffs a laugh, shaky and cut with a moan.

"Yeah, angel, fuck. Gonna-"

All it takes is Y/N stretching up and nuzzling at the curve of his neck before latching on to a patch of skin and sucking hard to have the boy’s body drawing tight under her as he groans.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, oh, God, Y/N-" His body acted on instinct as it arches, cum dribbling down his dick and soaked his boxer shorts, a shiver running through his spine as his eyes rolled up his skull, his right hand curling painfully around his wrist guard.

As the waves of Y/N´s orgasm finally began to subside, her body relaxed, her muscles going slack. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and glowing. She looked down at him through heavy-lidded eyes, stifling a smile. 

Y/N noses at warm skin until she finds a mouth, kissing it hard and moaning softly, giggling when she pulls back and is greeted with Matt looking so sweetly dazed, lips wet and kissed cherry red, a few beads of sweat trailing down from his temples.

The boy leans in and steals the laughter off her lips for the thousandth time that night, and they sink deeper into the mattress, sighs slipping as they revel in the post-orgasm heat and the closeness and the taste of each other.

"Baby." She whispered, her voice hoarse, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. "That was... amazing."

Matt couldn’t help the lazy smile that spread across his face, head spinning and heart swelling with pride at the fact she just came hard with only his left hand.

"Hmm, yeah?" He mumble quietly, feeling boneless as little sighs fell from his lips, hitting her cheeks.

She lowered her head, laying her forehead on his shoulder, eyes rolling closed as she nodded slowly.

"Yeah."

He slowly withdrew his fingers, the wetness sticking to his skin glistening against the low light. Matt made a show of backing away only a bit, bringing his hand to his mouth, his plump lips wrapping around his fingers sweetly before finally cleaning it dry with his warm tongue. The digits came out from between his now wet lips seconds later, a 'pop' sound echoing lowly.

He smiled with the way Y/N's eyes watched his movements like a hunter watches its prey before leaning down slowly, caressing her lips against his.

Her taste was still on his tongue, mingling with the salt of sweat.

"I told you I could do it with my left hand." He murmured against her lips, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek. "If the goal is to pleasure you, I will always find a way."

Y/N hummed contentedly, her fingers letting his messy hair go to travel slowly from his neck to his clavicle and shoulders, her right hand wrapping around his biceps, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.

Her left one kept going, lowering through his arm, leaving a trail of shivers behind before brushing against the band of his wrist guard, a reminder of his injury, and she bit her lip, her head spinning with thoughts of how she could take care of him, just as he had taken care of her.

She shifted slightly.

"Y´know." She said softly, her voice teasing as she moved her face away from his, looking into his eyes. "I think you deserve a little reward for being so... creative with that left hand of yours."

Matt let out a breathy chuckle, his grip on her tightening just slightly before he fully relaxed again, his body still warm and pliant against hers. His dark lashes fluttered as he looked at her through half-lidded eyes.

"There’s no need." He murmured, voice hoarse, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. His thumb brushed over her warm skin, fingers barely holding on.

Y/N’s playful expression faltered for a second, her brows drawing together. 

"Why? Are you hurting?" Her bottom lip jutting to form a small pout, her voice quieter, searching his face for any sign of discomfort.

At that, Matt’s brows twitched, his exhaustion momentarily overshadowed by the need to reassure her.

"No, angel." He said quickly, shaking his head, his fingers pressing just a little firmer against her skin as if to anchor her closer. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, before his gaze flickered downward, his confidence slipping into shyness. "Already came… T´was so good.”

Y/N followed his gaze, wetting her lips when she saw the damp spot against the black fabric. Her eyes flicked back up to him, taking in the way he suddenly looked a little embarrassed, his ears tinged pink, matching with his cheeks.

Matt cleared his throat, shifting his hips just slightly. His voice was softer when he spoke again. 

"Don´t- don´t know if I can handle another now."

Y/N blinked, her heart giving a slow, affectionate thud at the admission. Her lips curled into a smile, impossibly fond, as she reached for him again, her fingers threading through his messy hair, soothing.

"Matt." She breathed, her voice carrying something between love and arousal. "Fuck- pup, you’re so-" She stopped herself, letting out a quiet, breathy laugh as she shook her head.

Matt huffed a small chuckle of his own, though he still refused to meet her gaze for too long. 

"What?"

She cupped his face, tilting it so he had no choice but to look at her. His blue eyes were still heavy-lidded, but there was something else swimming in them now, something raw and so deep. She brushed her thumb over his cheekbone, wetting her lips.

"Y´so good to me." She whispered. “I don´t need you to cum again, okay? Wanted to please you. That´s all.”

Matt exhaled, his lips parting slightly, his features relaxing completely at her words. His left hand found her waist again, thumb rubbing absentmindedly over the fabric of her shirt.

"Yeah?" He asked in a murmur, his voice thick with something that made Y/N’s stomach flip.

She let out a quiet hum, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss against his lips. Matt keens, lighting up under the simple touch, his body warm and pliant under her touch, and Y/N chuckles softly, nipping his lip before murmuring against his mouth.

"Always, baby."

© vanteguccir

[lilolebambi]

a short n sweet puppy!chris blurb*ੈ✩‧₊˚

You're at peace.

Everything shaved, smelling like vanilla and coconut, and your favorite matching set on. You're so relaxed that you barely notice that Chris is home until he's laying on top of you, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he takes in your scent.

"Y'smell, so good." He mumbles, "Everything shower?" You hum in response, giggling softly as you realize that he finally remembers the name of it after all this time.

You kiss the top of his head, running your hands through his messy hair. "Mhn.." He nuzzles into your neck.

Your eyes flutter shut, breathing evening out, hands slowly stopping in your boyfriend's hair.

Until you feel his boner against your thigh. You don't he notices, sometimes Chris just gets hard from being around you—But then the whining starts, along with the grinding against your thigh. "Chris." Your eyes lock as soon as you open yours, "Mommy." He pleads, "Please?"

"Chris, I just—" He whimpers loudly. "Need you s' bad," He bites his lips, searching your eyes with his teary ones. "Anything, anything— l-lemme taste you."

You tilt your head, digesting his needy expression. "Please? M' so hungry."

You're soaked.

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"Chris—" You gasp, grabbing at bed sheets. Your legs are over his shoulders as he devours your pussy like it's last his meal. You tug on his hair, and he takes that as encouragement, his hands gripping your thighs faster as he works faster, more eagerly. You throw your head back, "S-such a good fu- fuc—" You choke on a moan. "P-puppy!

He looks up at you, his eyes glazed over with desire. "Mhff.." He whimpers against you, the sound of your pleasure making the boner in his pants even harder. He doubles his efforts sucking and licking eagerly at your folds, determined to make you cum.

"C-chris—" Your hips buck against his face, "M' gonna—" His eyes roll back as he feels you clench around his tongue, your legs trembling in his grip. "M'- m' cummin!" You cry out, legs trembling as you finally fall apart on his face.

Even after you cum, he doesn't let up. He licks and sucks through your orgasm, drawing out your pleasure as until you're a squirming, gasping mess. He pulls back, sitting on his knees, face glistening.

"I...I got you flowers."

"Y-yeah?" You pant, "They're really pretty." He says, moving off the bed, but you grab his wrist. "Baby, you didn't cum."

He blushes. "Y-yeah, I did. I came when you came." He mumbles, avoiding your eyes.

God, you love your boyfriend.

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tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @badgallrora @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy @sweeethrt @bee-43 @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns

a/n: m not officially back but i do feel better <3

[chrisfawns]

in which. . .older!reader teaches puppy!matt how to ride her

"mmhm, mama!" matt whined, grinding against your clothed knee. "need it, please."

you chuckled at matt's begging and attempts at getting himself off on your thigh. it was adorable, really. like a little puppy that kept trying the same thing, no matter how many times it didn't work. he'd been begging you to fuck him for the last ten minutes, desperate to have some closeness with you after you had been at work all day.

"you're not gonna stop until you get what you want, will you?" you mused, ruffling his silky hair.

matt shook his head, looking up at you with large, puppy dog eyes. "i need you, mama."

"i suppose we can make that happen," you hummed, looking at your nails and hardly paying him attention. "on one condition."

the boy paused his incessant humping of your leg to look up at you. you were so much older than him, wiser too. matt was so eager to please you that you could've told him just about anything and he'd do it.

"you gotta ride me, baby."

matt paused, blinking at you. in the entirety of your relationship, you had always been in control. he didn't mind; he liked it that way. you were matt's first everything, and letting you take the lead was enjoyable for him.

"what's the matter, baby?" you asked, sensing his hesitation.

"...don't know how." matt mumbled, feeling awfully small and embarrassed under your gaze.

"i'll teach you, sweetie. don't worry."

matt blushed, watching you strip out of your work clothes and urging him to do the same. by the time you had laid back against your couch and he was on top of you, he was practically shaking from anxiety. but as soon as your hands met his hips, guiding his cock towards your dripping cunt, everything just made sense.

matt whimpered at the feeling of you already clenching around him. seeing your pretty face contort with pleasure for him was already making his dick twitch.

"that's it, baby," you purred. "let me hear you make those pretty sounds."

you helped to guide his hips as matt began to ride you, little moans leaving your mouth at the wonderful new feeling. as the seconds ticked by, matt became more comfortable in his role on top and began to fuck you faster and harder, spurred on by the realization that you were enjoying this. your cheeks were flushed and your nails were digging into the plush skin of his hips as you helped him move in a dizzying rhythm.

soft whines left matt's lips as he began to slow his pace, thighs aching from the movements of going up and down. the sound of his balls slapping your ass no longer echoed around the room, replaced instead by your mixed pants and grunts.

"need some help there, matty?"

matt blushed and pouted softly, mood ruined by both of your unmet orgasms. "yes please." he mumbled quietly.

"beg for it." you said curtly.

"mama, need your help...please," matt said quietly, admitting defeated, but you didn't miss the little smirk he gave you. "need mama's help."

"you need mama's help, yeah?" matt nodded, and you adjusted your position so that you could buck your hips up to meet his own. matt whimpered from the sudden rush of pleasure, and how good it feel on his dick. "tell me how good i'm making you feel, sweet boy."

matt's mind was on overdrive from the intense feelings, so all that fell from his mouth was little babbles and whimpers about how good he felt. you took pride in knowing that even with you under him, you still had the power to make matt cum in mere minutes. it wasn't long before you fucked up into matt, clenching around his cock as your orgasm took over you.

matt's high followed soon after, leaving him in an exhausted, breathless heap on top of you. you carded your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp with your nails as you both came down from your highs. within minutes, matt was almost asleep on top of you, too tired to retrieve his clothes from the floor or clean up.

"did mama make you too tired for round two?"

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[terranceholdsapencil]

"I think youll find Im universally recognised as a mature and responsible adult."

"Its just a lot of wavy lines"

"Yeah, shorted out. Finally, a lie too big. "

[sturnspup]

TURBULENCE.

premise ; you give matt head in the airplane bathroom.

content warnings ; lowkey sub!matt . quickie blowjob?? .

wordcount ; 319.

matt was so needy. he was squirming in his seat for the first half of the flight. he had the perfect view of you, watching as you spoke to nick across the aisle from you.

he watched the way your plump lips curved over the words that fell out of your mouth, the way you stuck your tongue out from your teeth when you laughed at something incredibly stupid. and it made him painfully hard.

so he sent you a text—multiple, actually. he begged for you to meet him in the bathroom, saying how bad he needed you. and that’s how you found yourselves cramped in the small confines of the airplane bathroom; you on your knees with his dick in your mouth, and matt holding back his desperate whines while he covered his mouth with his hands.

the sloppy sounds of you taking him filled the room. your jaw was beginning to hurt from how long you had been doing this, but you knew he needed this. and he was getting closer and closer each time his tip hit the back of your throat, making wet gags pile out from you.

“mm- baby, baby m’s’close! so, so close, ngh, fuck!” matt babbled into his palms. his hips rutted into your mouth unconsciously, dick caressing your tongue as it slid in and out easily. you felt him twitch, pulling off just enough to circle his tip, beads of precum coating your tastebuds.

“cum— hah, m’cumming—” he whined as you took him back in fully, letting him cum down your throat. you hummed against his shaft, feeling the warm spurts go down as you swallowed. he shuddered at the loss of you when you pulled off, a small whimper bubbling in his throat.

“better?” you swiped your thumb on your lip, licking the leftover cum off. all matt did was nod with hushed mhm’s, pulling you up to kiss you.

gabs yaps ; proud day to be a matt girl ARE U KIDDING.

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[randombrainworm]

THIS CAST!!

[bby-boy-matt]

I've been fantasizing a lot lately about a mean Dom putting a cage over my tdick, a vibrator in my ass, tying up my hands and then leaving me like that for hours so I can learn to cum like a good boy

No matter how much I whimper or cry or try to hump the floor, my little tdick won't be touched anytime soon.

Good puppyboys don't need their tdick to cum.

[nadiuu]

@mattmelloweek 2024 - Day 3: New beginnings

[pagemurdockandnelson]

Matt Murdock and Danny Rand something something giant dorks together

[imonabitchparade]

Y/N: (He’s gonna think I’m so weird. Should I even say it? I really want to say it.)

Y/N: *outloud* H-Hey Matt… I really like you… As more than a friend.

Matt: *biting back a smile* Well, that’s great since we’ve been married for half a decade… I love you too, honey.

[sturnboos]

older bf!matt and puppy!reader dry hump in the car at an outdoor theatre.

WARNINGS: mutal masterbation, dry humping, in public, language, no actual p in v, pet names (puppy, pup, mutt)

Matt had taken puppy to a drive in movie theatre it was her first time going to one, the movie was only twenty minutes in. Matt's gentle possessiveness over her, the way he had a hand on her thigh, was only slightly distracting.

Moving his hand, he stroked his finger tips over the inside of your's thigh, One thing Matt had come to know was that you liked physical contact just as much as he did, and both could barely last a few minutes without it.

You glanced at Matt, eyes lingering for a few moments "You're so pretty." Matt smiled, glancing at you in return. "Thank you, puppy." you hummed, lifting your legs so that your feet were on the dashboard, slouching slightly in the seat. 

For a while that’s how you remained. That was until you grabbed Matt's hand sliding it under your skirt so it rested pressed on your panties. Matt couldn't help but to chuckle. Your eyes were back on the movie screen, pretending like you didn't know why Matt was laughing. To see your reaction, Matt lifted his hand to which you pushed it back down immediately without looking away from the screen, keeping your hand on Matt's for a couple of seconds, silently telling him not to remove it. 

"needy pup," Matt mumbled with a smile, barely moving his hand at all, mainly just to frustrate you.

"Please?" Your voice was soft, needy. Matt's favourite sound. 

"What?" Matt asked, feigning confusion. 

You said nothing, but your eyes flicked down to his crotch.  Smiling, Matt began to lazily rub his hand in circles, taking your hand in his other and guiding it to his own bulge. He was hardly going to be all give and no take.  Happily, you obliged to his unspoken demand, squeezing Matt's crotch while watching the film, though you were distracted and your mind kept wandering back to Matt's hands on you. You repeatedly glanced at Matt, moving subtly against his palm until you wanted more. It was something of a challenge in the car but you managed to manoeuvre yourself into Matt's lap, settling with your back to his chest so you could still see the screen. Matt lays his chin on your shoulder and returned his hand to your now wet crotch, whispering, "what’s the matter pup." 

You hummed and rolled your hips wanting more friction, you could feel Matt's hard bulge against you as you did so the fact your only wearing a skirt with your panties made the friction even better. Running his hand up your throat and around your neck Matt tightened his fist around your hair and pulled, encouraging your head back against his shoulder. You whimpered as he began to kiss your neck, barely watching the film anymore. Matt was sucking with a decent amount of pressure on your neck, keeping your head back by your hair, breathing a laugh when you grabbed his hand and aggressively pushed it back against your panties. He pulled it away again despite your's clear demand and he muttered against your skin, "If you touch yourself, I'm stopping." 

You whined but didn't disobey you knew better than to do that after the last time, Sliding his hand down the centre of your's chest to hold you their. you whined when he starts rubbing at your crotch again not to mention you could feel his hard cock poking up through his pants You breathed out with a soft moan.

"Does that feel good, babygirl?" 

"Mm, so good." 

"You get so fucking wet for me." Matt hummed kissing your neck,

"God, why does that feel so fucking good?" 

Matt smiled against your skin. "Because you're my good puppy, my darling. Do you want to turn around and face me, or are you watching the film?" 

"No, I can't focus on it when you're doing that." 

"You started it." 

"I know." 

with the help of Matt, you turned so that you were chest to chest, letting Matt grip your waist and grind you down on him, his hard clothed bulge pressing against your wet panties "Keep going, good- good pup," Matt encouraged, moving a hand from your waist to your shoulder, then sliding it up to your jaw. You took over rolling your hips against Matt’s as that’s what you had been told to do. You moaned softly, Matt chuckled, stroking his thumb back and forth over your jaw. With increased force, you humped Matt, leaning forwards and closing your eyes. You whispered "Fuck." 

"Good puppy," Matt praised, breathing a soft moan into the side of your head. "Just like that." Matt hummed, bouncing you a little the action in a loose rhythm. you went back to humping him again and did as he wanted, getting a satisfied groan from Matt. "Good pup" he then said, as you rutted against him with further aggression. "You're doing so good, fuck. You feel incredible."

"Mm, Matt..." you breathed, mouth partly open. Matt moaned quietly, moving his hand to your lower back his other hand on your chest as he kissed your throat. "Babygirl, you're so lucky I work out." 

Matt was moving you fairly harshly, their clothed areas jutting together so that they both were moaning. He pressed his fingers further into your waist. Whimpering, your closed your eyes and slid your hands down his tattoos and over the firmness of his muscles. You moaned loudly. 

"You sound so fucking gorgeous, pup." Matt hummed, then you groaned. "I wish I wasn't wearing anything right now."  Matt laughed. "Best keep them on. We are still technically in public." 

"you're gonna make me cum on your jeans." 

"Mhm. I'm also gonna cum in my jeans" Matt replied, then moaned and dug his fingers into your sides.  Matt was pushing you repeatedly, finding a particular motion that made you louder, made your breath catch in your throat. He continued it, groaning as he did. 

"Mah-Matt..." you whimpered, "fuck, don't stop." 

"Are you getting close, puppy?" 

"Mhm. Are you?" 

"Getting there."

You whimpered again. The heat of Matt's body against yours was glorious, and with the way Matt was moving with you, it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep your body from jerking and disrupting Matt’s rhythm. You leaned back enough to look at Matt’s face and made eye contact. Matt's brows were pushing together. "Fuck, baby," he muttered, holding your gaze. "You're so fucking stunning. Mm. Keep looking at me, good puppy."

Something about matts gentle demand made your entire body feel slightly electric. You kept your eyes on Matt, your pussy throbbing in your pants, grinding against Matt so hard it was almost too much. You couldn't stop whining.And fuck did Matt look beautiful in his euphoric, almost cumming but not quite state. Tipping your head back, You continued to whine. 

"Look at me," Matt demanded. 

"Fuck," you moaned, doing as told. your eyes were glossing up. your body was hot and sparkly, like you were made of electrical charges. Noisily, you moaned, eyes rolling momentarily. "Shit, shit, shit," you repeated, couldn't stop your body from jerking in matt's grip. 

"Fuck, come on," Matt encouraged. "Good girl, like that puppy, cum for me. Come on." 

"Mhm, I am a good - mm - puppy." 

"You are. Today at least. Needy fuckin' mutt. Shit, yeah, that feels so fucking good huh?." You gripped Matt's arms with both hands and continued to maintain eye contact as you grew increasingly close to orgasm, watching Matt's face as he too got nearer and nearer. He was making noises almost constantly, releasing a series of louder moans.

"Come on, that's it. Good puppy. Fuck. Cum with me. Ah, shit."

Jerking again, you exclaimed, "Fuck, Matt," and came in your panties, shuddering as Matt continued to push you down against his hard crotch. Matt came noisily, grip tightening on yourwaist throughout, only loosening once he was finished, and you leaned forwards into his chest. 

You both remained like that for a while, Matt’s arms wrapped around your back in a hug, until you decided you wanted to watch the rest of the film and clumsily returned to your seat

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[lilolebambi]

WHEN PUPPY!CHRIS NOTICES THAT BAMBI!READER HAS BEEN GETTING CLOSE TO MATT. . .

His hands ache, practically throbbing but his teeth just sink deeper into his bottom lip as he beats at drums. He's trying deep breaths, he's trying counting to 10, nothings working.

He can feel the hot tears begging to roll down his face. Wouldn't this be something stupid to cry over? His brother getting closer to his best friend?

You're friends. You, Matt, Nick and Chris, so it wasn't odd that you guys would hang out, do things together. But, then that started turning into an everyday thing.

The, "do you wanna get boba?" and the, "i miss you come over:(" started to turn into, "gonna be with matt:( sorry!!!"

He was fine with it at first. Using the spare time he had from not hanging with you on learning more of your favorite songs on the drums—Then Matt started filling spaces he belonged in.

Being the one to take you to your after school dance practices, holding you after you fell asleep during movie night, going to the mall just to look around.

His final straw was the kisses.

Chris was chilling on the couch, hugging a pillow when he couldn't help but look over into the kitchen.

"Bambi... told you to be careful," Matt scolds softly, inspecting your bleeding finger. "No more cutting peppers for you, yeah?" He gives you a smile, one that Chris can tell flusters you.

"Was being careful." You pout, one that makes him miss those big brown eyes looking up at him. "M' sure you were, sweet girl." And then Matt's leaning down and kissing your forehead, your cheek and then your nose. In that order.

What he used to do.

He can feel the bile rising in his throat, hands getting clammy. He has no choice but to b-line straight to his room.

The sticks slipped from his hands, hitting the floor with a hallow clatter that he barely registered over the pounding in his chest. He lurched to his feet, breath hitching. His hands curl into fists, then released, his fingers twitching for an anchor.

The air in the music room felt heavy, thick. He blinked hard, urging the burning in his eyes to go away, but the burn of tears remained.

His jaw tightened—

A shaky exhale, then a deep breath in. Crouching to fetal position. Then it all comes crashing down, tears falling one after the other.

Sob after sob.

Hiccup after hiccup.

"I miss you." After, "I miss you."

Until he's laying in a puddle of his tears and wishing you'd come back.

you remind me of what used to be mine. —Faye Webster.

a/n: i miss your voice, you're the only one with it. it reminds me of what used to be mine.

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[chrisfawns]

texts with puppy!matt and older!reader ૮˶• ﻌ •˶ა

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[maybanksbaby]

⋆ ౨ৎ ˚ ⟡˖ ࣪ THERE SHE IS. . . “PUPPY!READER”

warnings .ᐟ lots of kisses, bites and endless rambles 🍬

୨ৎ ⋆ “puppy!reader” that whines or whimpers softly when ignored or left alone for too long (emotionally or physically). and also gets really giddy when praised, wagging tail energy—bouncing, beaming, maybe even squeaking “really? you mean it?”

୨ৎ ⋆ “puppy!reader” that's a little oblivious to danger or manipulation, so their love interest tends to be protective of them. she can be sooo dummy, like... babe, they're trying to kill you. can you do something to save your life? 😔.

୨ৎ ⋆ “puppy!reader” needs frequent reassurance: “do you still love me?” isn’t a rare question—it’s a daily one. not because she's insecure, but because her heart is so big it needs confirmation that it's being held gently. and she loves to be reminded of how loved she is.

୨ৎ ⋆ “puppy!reader” touch is her love language: she always needs to be touching her partner. holding pinkies, hugging their arm, curling up on their chest, resting her head on their shoulder—if she's not touching them, she's thinking about it. she's all fidgety and soft. plays with the hem of their shirt, toy with their fingers, stroke their face absentmindedly when she's close. it’s calming for her.

୨ৎ ⋆ “puppy!reader” gets overwhelmed by love sometimes: she might just randomly burst out with “i love you” while they’re brushing their teeth. or stare at them teary-eyed because she suddenly realize just how much she adores them. she trusts her loved ones completely, to a fault. she believes in them more than she believes in herself sometimes. and if they say jump, she’d ask “how high?” with the dopiest smile.

DREW STARKEY

.ᐟ drew's biceps get big again and she's obsessed

MATT MURDOCK

.ᐟ having him as breakfast (nsfw)

.ᐟ she's convinced his dick is pink

SARAH CAMERON

.ᐟ obssesed with her boobs like they're a toy (nsfw)

[lovelyy-moonlight]

[lokisprettygirl]

The way he kept massaging the puppy's ears is all you need to know about him as a dog lover ❤️