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Stoner!Bf!Matt x Stoner!Gf!Reader ⋆˚꩜｡

in which: matt and reader smoke a little too much, resulting in matt getting the “munchies”

⚠︎ oral (f receiving), use of marijuana

the air in the bedroom you shared with matt was filled with the remains of smoke as you both lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. your bodies intertwined as you talk about anything that comes to mind.

your brain mush as you try to remember what you were talking about as matt’s face to turns to yours as he stares at you side profile patiently. “fuck i forgot what i was talking about” you laugh out as you give up. matt giggle along with you as his arm comes around your waist. “you were talking about food, alfredo in particular” matt says, his dorky tone making you giggle even more.

matt’s arms wraps tighter around you, pulling your back into his chest as you close your eyes, your vision that was once in slow motion stopping. “makin’ me hungry” matt coos, his hand squeezing your side as you feel his lips on your shoulder, placing open mouthed kisses in their wake.

you take a breath of content, a small smile on your face as your melt more into his touch. “i can go make you somethin’ if you want” you offer, your eyes opening as you turn your head towards him, your eyes meeting his gaze.

his eyes were dark, filled with lust and hunger. a conniving smile rests on his face as he moves above you, your breath catching as adrenaline rushes through your very high body. “nooo, there’s something else i want, can you give me that sweetheart?” matt rasps, his hand coming down to play with the lace of your panties.

you nod, your teeth catching your body lip as you whimper, a pool of heat already forming in your core. matt’s lips find yours in a searing kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance as your hands tangle in matt’s hair. you pull slightly, resulting in matt letting out a groan.

matt pulls away from the kiss and makes his way down your body, his lips leaving small kisses across your bare skin as you writhe beneath him, desperation taking over your body. “patience baby, imma make you feel so good” matt reassures though it does nothing for your current state. matt’s lips continue their torture until he finds your inner thighs, sucking love marks into your skin.

matt’s fingers curl around your panties before pulling them down and off your body, your glistening folds on full display as you see him nearly drool at the sight. “fuck” he breathes, his need to taste you more than your desperation as one of his fingers come to swipe at some of your juices before bringing his finger to his mouth to taste you. he groans at the earthy taste, or rather, his favorite taste.

his hand wrapped around one of your thighs, keeping it open as his other circled your entrance, his two longest fingers teasing you. you whine, the knot in your stomach already prominent. “p-please! baby please” you beg, your hands finding their way to his hair as they pull harshly.

matt listens, his tongue shooting out as it circles your clit softly, the touch barely there. the relief that washes over your body is immediate, your hands tightening even more in his hair as he continues to lap at your sopping folds.

you’re a moaning mess as matt’s tongue continues its torture on your weeping cunt, his two fingers prodding at your entrance as he slurps at your clit. matt finally pushes his fingers inside you, instantly finding that spongey spot as he pulls them in and out of you, his pace cohesive with his tongue.

your mind goes blank as you feel the knot is your stomach growing taut, the sounds of your moans along with matt’s mouth are the driving forces of you impending orgasm. matt’s fingers pick up as he suctions onto your clit, his tongue swiping at it as you feel the knot unravel. “cum—i’m g-cum—oh!” you cry out as white hot pleasure washes over your body. the orgasm making your legs clamp around matt’s head as he rides you through it.

the aftershocks of your orgasm we’re quickly replaced with overstimulation mixed with pleasure as matt continued his antics. your body jolts, your hands in his hair nearly pulling chunks out as you try to pull him away.

“just be a good girl and let me eat this pussy, yeah? God—fuck sweetie you just taste so fuckin’ good”

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I WIN I GOT FEATURED ON r/sturniolosnark!!!!!!!

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“Sturniolo Tumblr is dead”

Y’all don’t interact with small/new creators 😂😂😂 So of course it’s dead when you just rotate the same 5 people. Tf.

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Manifesting a heated make out session with him rn

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these are the guys i have wet dreams about btw

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TUMBLR GIRLS ୨ৎ matthew sturniolo

in which. . .you and matt have an on-again, off-again friends with benefits arrangement, but a post you make on tumblr threatens to derail it all

warnings: smut smut smut, intoxicated sex, dirty talk, choking, fingering, oral (f receiving), bondage, tummy bulge, unprotected p in v, lowkey i probably forgot something i wrote this a year ago 😭

wc: 2.9k

*originally posted on bratzforchris in spring 2024*

ever since you were a little girl, you had been enamored by the idea of being famous. something about the life called to you, whether that be walking down the street and people knowing you, or simply realizing that you were having an impact on someone, somewhere’s life. fortunately, you had grown up in the age of the internet, allowing you to truly harness what you had wanted to do for so long. you loved having creative freedom, and you loved making a persona that was truly you. 

you had been making youtube videos, doing a variety of Instagram influencing, and posting carefully crafted aesthetic photos to tumblr ever since middle school. whereas a lot of the girls had moved out of their tumblr influencer phase, you never really had. you still loved the dark, “grunge” aesthetic of it, and had turned your account into a more mature, x-rated theme of what it once had been. you loved doing social media as your full time job for a variety of reasons, from the freedom it gave you to the opportunities. 

perhaps your biggest “opportunity” was your fellow influencer and youtuber, matt. your relationship with matt was…complicated, to say the least. as much as you were a wholesome, loving duo on camera, you were filled with an almost primal need for each other off of it too. you and matt had never discussed a true, established relationship, mostly because you were both so young and so busy, and the rough, hard fucking in itself was enough to satisfy the needs in both of your lives. 

your careers had consumed both of you as of late, dragging matt all over the country for the versus tour, and leaving you back in LA with a variety of brand deals to film and photo shoots to arrange. there was one in particular that you were heavily looking forward to, mostly because you knew that it would drag matt back to you, unable to help himself. in a fateful turn of events, you had been emailed about a calvin klein intimates shoot that would just so happen to drop on the day matt was back in LA for a show. in an effort to bring back the tumblr renaissance and the hold calvin klein had had during those days, you had insisted that the photos be posted to tumblr before any other social media platform. 

matt: i’m back in la tn 

you: oh i know ;)

matt: ??? huh

you: no reason. just focus on winning tonight :)

you smiled to yourself as you closed your text messages out and migrated over to your photo gallery. your manager had sent you the photos of the shoot to be posted this evening, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t planning on fucking with matt’s head using them. you had missed your fuck buddy, after all. the late night phone sex wasn’t the same as him in your bed, mumbling in your ear about how well you were taking it. 

the photos from the shoot were of you in a gray calvin klein bralette with a matching thong. the photos had been toned with a sepia overlay, highlighting the curves of your breasts and hips. your hair fell back against your shoulders gracefully as your doe eyes stared up at the camera. the shots were nothing short of sexy, making you imagine how matt would react when he got the post notification. maybe he would be sitting backstage, getting ready to go on and trying to hide his growing boner both from his brothers and the fans, which only made you smile more. 

you and matt continued to text back and forth for a while, until you suddenly stopped responding. this was part of your game with each other; to make the yearning so painful that it just made the sex more passionate. once you saw that it had hit the fifteen minute mark until matt was supposed to appear on stage, you hit ‘post’ on the tumblr draft of your photos that you had planned out earlier in the day. the caption, come over 💋, was directly aimed at matt, but no one else needed to know that. sure enough, less than one minute later, you received a text from the brunette that had your heart racing and your thighs clenching. 

matt: come on, baby. what the fuck?

you smiled as you typed out your own message, imagining matt biting his lip and trying to conceal the growing tent in his pants as he studied the photos.

you: what? 

matt: you know what

you: no i don’t 

matt: that fucking post 

you: it’s part of my job, matt. quit being ridiculous. have you not heard about tumblr girls making a comeback?

matt: watch it. i’m coming over and fucking that pretty pussy good tonight.

you grinned as you reread the message, knowing matt’s threats were never empty. you left the text on seen, knowing that it would only make matt more rough with you tonight. you kept a watchful eye on the clock as the minutes ticked by, formulating what you were going to do once he was here. as the time ticked towards the ending of the show, you slipped into the same set you had been wearing in the photos, pulling a large, red and black flannel around your shoulders to combat the chill of the evening. you were just pulling out a cup to make yourself a glass of whiskey when your phone buzzed with the message you’d been waiting to receive all evening. 

matt: coming over

you knew what your and matt’s usual routine was, so you grabbed another cup from the cabinet and the bottle of whiskey, migrating over to the gray couch in your living room. you didn’t bother waiting for the brunette to start drinking. matt had a key to your apartment and would definitely make himself known when he arrived. you slowly sipped at the amber liquid, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks and in between your thighs as you thought about matt and how much you had missed the feeling of his skin on yours. 

sure enough, the door swung open with a loud bang a few minutes later. in came matt, hair disheveled and still in his blue matthew jersey. his growing erection was obvious as he flopped onto the couch, lips immediately crashing into your own. matt’s hands were all over you as you devoured each other; in your hair, running across your hips, grabbing your ass. 

“fuck, baby. i missed you.” he panted, leaning back against the couch as you passed him a drink. 

“i missed you, matt,” you smiled softly, tucking one of his curls behind his ear. “how has tour been?”

matt took a large swig of whiskey, before placing the cup on the coffee table. “good. but not as good as you looked in those goddamn pictures.” he practically moaned. 

“i noticed you have my post notifications on,” you teased, despite blushing at his words. “catching feelings, matthew?”

matt rubbed your bare thigh, scooting closer to you so that he could suckle on the sweet spot behind your ear. “do you know how hard it was?” he asked, leaving a hickey. “to have to go out on stage with my brothers and act normal when all i could think about were your tits and how i want to pound that little cunt to pieces? huh?” 

you whined as matt continued to trail hickeys down your neck, mumbling things like “missed you so bad” and “gonna fuck you so hard” after each one. you two fell back against the soft cushions of the couch, matt holding you down by the hips as his lips caressed your neck, the curve of your collarbone, and the dip of your breasts. you went to reach for matt’s ringed fingers, only for him to smack your hand away. 

“no,” matt said harshly, moving one hand from your hip to your throat. “tell me how fuckin’ bad you want it first,” he growled, squeezing your throat just enough to make the air catch in your lungs. “tell me you wanna get off on my fingers like a goddamn bitch in heat.”

you gasped for air as matt continued to squeeze, your arousal thumping through your veins. “p…please,” you whispered, eyes wide with lust as he continued to choke you just enough to get you going, but not enough to actually hurt you. “need your fingers.” you whined, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“good girl.” matt hummed, alcohol hot on his breath as he moved his hands from your throat to practically rip your gray panties off. 

with your friends with benefits arrangement, there was no time for gentle caressing or sweet nothings. matt began to finger you roughly, the cool metal of his rings brushing against your slick folds as he rubbed his thumb across your clit at a dizzying pace. he wasn’t stopping there, either. matt immediately thrust his middle and ring finger inside of you, pulling you closer to him. it had only been a few minutes, and the ache to orgasm was already building in your lower stomach. 

“matt,” you wailed, nails gripping his back. “oh my god, matt,” tears began to roll down your face as the brunette continued to pleasure you. the combination of his fingers inside of you, the friction on your clit, and the added sensation of his rings were clouding everything in a lustful haze. “need to cum.” you sobbed. 

“you’re fuckin’ crazy if you think you’re comin’ on my fingers instead of tongue.” he chuckled roughly. 

with that, matt threw his head down and forced your thighs apart, burying his face in your pussy. he began to devour you like you were the last meal on earth and he was a starving man. his tongue ran across your slit and clit, before licking your hole. you had no choice but to let out little squeals and whimpers as pleasurable sensations attacked you from all angles. matt ran the flat of his tongue across your clit and you lost it, sobbing as your hands found his hair. 

“matt, please,” you begged. “‘m gonna cum.”

your fuck buddy just nodded, still enjoying the taste of you on his tongue. you immediately took it as a sign to let go, releasing the tension that had been building in your stomach. you came all over matt’s tongue, panting and breathing heavily as your body shook from the pure force of your orgasm. matt pulled his head from between your thighs, licking his lips and fingers with a smirk, blue eyes hungrily grazing over your body that was still wrapped in the bra and flannel with your bare ass on display. 

“you taste so goddamn good, you know that?” he asked, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you panted. 

you smiled as matt pressed a kiss to your pubic bone, but it was clear that the brunette wasn’t done yet. matt slowly pulled the red and black material from your shoulders, smiling with more than just happiness. he had an intention and you could see it in the way he was toying with the fabric, eyes lighting up with lust. matt didn’t speak again until he had removed your calvin klein bra, leaving you completely exposed on the couch as he stared down at you. 

“hands.” he said. 

it was one word, but the command held an authoritative aire that had you thrusting your wrists to meet matt’s own. matt knew you better than practically anyone, which meant he knew all of your dirty little fantasies. knowing you had a thing for bondage, the brunette quickly and expertly bound your wrists together in the flannel, giving it a tight tug to make sure it was secure. your breath hitched at the pure filth of everything, but all you knew was that this alone was making your legs clench with need for another climax. 

matt was straddling you on the couch, fully clothed, which just added to the dominance he had over you. you were completely naked and covered in blooming hickeys he had left earlier in the evening with your wrists bound together by a flannel. you truly looked like matt’s little cumslut, but you couldn’t find the decency in you to care anymore. you just knew that you were at his mercy and that you needed him. now.

the brunette could sense your urgency and decided to have a little ‘fun’ with you. matt took his time removing his shirt, allowing you to bask in the glory of him shirtless, all tanned skin and tattoos, but completely unable to do anything about it other than whimper and let out breathy moans. he moved onto his jeans next, painstakingly undoing his belt and throwing his pants to the side. the boy left his boxers on for the time being, teasing you as he stroked his cock through the plaid fabric. 

“wish that was you, huh? strokin’ my dick and makin’ me feel good?” matt chuckled, moaning when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. 

you whimpered and writhed against your bond. “need you in me, matt. please.” you whined. 

finally, matt slid his boxers off and tossed them to the side, allowing his erection to finally spring free. his dick was practically touching his stomach, making your mouth run dry with a mixture of excitement and nerves. after so long apart and without truly fucking, you had forgotten just how big he was. matt climbed on top of you once more, rocking his hips back and forth on your own without actually riding you. 

“beg for it. tell me how much you love my cock, baby girl.” matt groaned at the friction of your skin against his own, becoming harder by the second. 

“i need you inside me. need your dick, matt.” you whimpered, the teasing growing straight to your nipples and cunt, making you almost ache with arousal. 

“that’s right. good fuckin’ girl.”

without another word, matt slammed into you, making you take him to the hilt. you let out an involuntary scream at the feeling of suddenly being so full, your back arching against the couch cushions. the feeling of him inside you, bare and hard, was enough to push you to the brink of orgasm. your second always came faster than your first, and right now was no exception. matt was riding you at an ungodly pace, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust as he straddled you. 

“oh my god, baby,” matt moaned loudly. “i missed your wet little pussy. so tight, just for me.”

the filthiness of his speaking, combined with your bonds and the feeling of him fucking you was pushing you over the edge. you wanted to tangle your hands in matt’s hair or run your nails down his back, but instead you were unable to do anything that wasn’t taking his fucking like a slut. matt pressed down on the bulge in your stomach from being balls deep, a smirk on his face. 

“you feel that, baby? feel you takin’ me like the cockslut you are?” he chuckled. 

you whined as tears rolled down your face, bucking his hips up to meet his own. “matt, i…i–need to, please.” you wailed, unable to form coherent sentences in your intoxicated and lustful state. 

“you gonna cum? gonna make me feel appreciated?” matt’s blue eyes scanned your face, enjoying the view that was you under him, tied up and sobbing. 

“mhm!” you sobbed. 

“then prove it.” he sneered, pressing on your stomach roughly again. 

you didn’t need to be told twice. you immediately let your climax take over, your cunt clenching against matt’s cock. this caused the brunette to let out a string of curses as you came down from your high, your entire body shaking. he knew he was playing a risky game here, even though you were on the pill, but matt just loved fucking you bare more than anything in the world. the brunette quickly pulled out, and before you knew it, your stomach was covered in thick and warm, white ropes of matt’s cum. 

he laid down beside you on the couch, panting heavily as you both came down from your shared highs. once your breathing had returned to semi-normal, matt kissed you roughly and undid your bonds, before rolling off the couch. without another word, he pulled his clothes on, straightening his hair. your fuck buddy kissed your forehead as he busied himself around your apartment, cleaning up the whiskey and cups and retrieving a warm washcloth to wipe down your body with. 

once everything had been done, matt tucked you in with a blanket, kissing your forehead. “i gotta go. we’re driving up to san francisco tonight and i told nick and chris i would be back by two. i’ll see ya once the tour is over, yeah?”

you smiled sleepily as matt slipped out your front door and into the night. whereas you would’ve loved for the brunette to stay the night, you knew that you both had jobs to do and that right now, you were just ffriends with benefits and that was that. but as you drifted off to sleep, a warm feeling spread through your tummy that you and matt wouldn’t stay “just friends” for long.

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Matt dying behind the camera because of Nick's fit will never not be funny

And this masterpiece

Hands down one of their best vlogs ever ohmygosh I don't think I've laughed this much this week

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𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

ⓘ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ fluff ⋆ established relationship ⋆ bf!chris ⋆ pet names ⋆ tit play ⋆ chris eating whipped cream off your tits ⋆ tits sucking + more. «𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕»

Whipped cream melting and running down your tits.

That’s what Chris has been fantasizing about for a few days now. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t ask you—you were his girlfriend after all. He just didn’t know how to ask you.

His gaze drifted to your figure sitting curled up on the couch, watching some cheesy rom-com. He would be lying if he said you didn’t look fucking delicious just sitting there.

With a slow breath, Chris walked towards the couch, nervousness and anticipation mixing in his gut, making it churn.

You looked up at him when he approached you, a smile immediately stretching across your lips, but it was quickly wiped off by a look of confusion when you saw how tense he looked. "What’s wrong baby?"

Chris sat down, uncharacteristically quiet as he looked at the coffee table in front of him, seemingly more interested in it than in your question.

"Can I eat whipped cream off your tits?" He mumbled, too quick and quiet for you to understand. He didn’t look at you once, and cleared his throat, feeling his face flush, hot and quick.

God. He was never this shy. But something about what he was asking felt so fucking dirty.

"What?" You mumbled, confused since you didn’t really catch what he said.

Fuuck... You were not making it any easier.

Despite his embarrassment, Chris managed to repeat his words. "Can I eat whipped cream off your tits?" He said. Louder this time.

You were quiet for a minute. Too stunned to speak. Until heat pooled in your tummy as your brain slowly processed his words. Then you spoke, finally finding your voice.

"Yeah... Sure..."

Your words sounded dazed, like you were saying it subconsciously but meaning every bit of it.

Chris exhaled slowly, relieved and incredibly turned on at the same time.

You were in his room now, straddling his lap, seeing it was inappropriate to do what he wanted in the living room since his brothers were home.

Chris tentatively held the can of whipped cream above your bare chest, his mouth already salivating at the sight of your perfect tits—your nipples hardened due to the cool air and waiting for attention.

A gasp left you when he sprayed the chilled whipped cream over your warm skin, the difference in temperature creating a delicious sensation.

"Shit- Chriiis!" You whined.

"Sorry," Chris chuckled. But he didn’t sound apologetic at all.

You arched your back slightly, pushing out your chest so he’d have easier access to it. Seeing the action nearly made him groan out loud, but he gulped it down, thick and sticky.

"You look perfect babe, like- so fucking perfect. You always do. Goddamn." Chris murmured, cupping the underside of your tits in his big hands, resisting the urge to squeeze and squish them—only because there was cream on your skin.

He slowly leaned in and licked a thick stripe up from your nipple to the whipped cream, intentionally letting his tongue linger on your nipple a little too long before moving upwards. And did the same on your other breast.

Chris looked up at your face through his lashes, gauging your expression. And as he expected, your brows were pinched together, lips parting in pleasure. A slow grin creeped up his lips at your responsiveness.

Encouraged by your reaction, Chris sucked on your nipples, one hand leaving your breast to reach out for the can so he could put more cream on your tits.

A surprisingly deep groan rumbled in his chest, showing just how much he was enjoying it. His mouth was everywhere on your chest, licking and sucking the skin, leaving no trace of the whipped cream.

He fucking loved your tits.

People always assumed him to be an ass guy but he appreciated your tits as much as he did your ass.

He loved everything about you. God, he’s fucking smitten isn’t he?

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟎.𝟔 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

Isa’s rambling ۶ৎ This was just an idea I got from an anon and I thought "this would be a really cute fic" so I wrote it! I got kinda lazy so it’s not that descriptive mb chat

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𝄞 𝟬𝟯. 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗢𝗳 𝗕𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘀‎ــــــــﮩ٨ـ ᴄ.ꜱ 6:48

In which… Y/N escapes a suffocating hometown for Los Angeles, expecting opportunity but finding chaos instead. With rent overdue and her last ounce of innocence burned up at a party she doesn’t remember, she crashes into him, Christopher Sturniolo.

warning: Dark Romance, NSFW, Explicit (18+)

It’s almost 3 a.m.

The party’s a distant roar behind the thick walls of the mansion. You stand in Chris’s dimly lit room, the blue glow casting shadows on his face. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, hoodie half off, blunt smoke curling between his fingers.

His eyes find yours, dark and unreadable.

“You been watching me all night,” he says quietly.

You hesitate, heart racing.

“I wasn’t trying to,” you whisper.

He smirks. “Didn’t say I minded.”

Slowly, you step inside. The door shuts behind you with a soft click, sealing you in silence.

Without a word, he pulls you close, his hand steady on your waist. Your breath hitches as you settle on his lap, knees framing his hips.

His fingers trail gently along your skin beneath your dress, cool against the heat rising inside you. His lips find yours in a kiss,slow, deliberate, full of something dangerous.

You lose yourself in the way his hands explore, the way his breath brushes your neck.

“You ever been touched like this?” he murmurs against your skin.

You shake your head.

“That’s how it feels when someone needs you,” he says.

There’s no rush. No promises. Just the steady rhythm of two broken people trying to forget the world outside.

Chris’s hands move like they know exactly where you’re fragile, where you’re strong. His fingers trace the line of your spine beneath the thin fabric, sending shivers through you.

Your breath catches as he leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice low and rough:

“You’re mine tonight. No one else.”

Your heart pounds, wild, untamed, as his hands pull your dress higher, revealing skin you didn’t realize was trembling.

His eyes darken, hunger raw and open, and you feel the heat of him beneath you, solid, dangerous.

There’s no rush, only slow, deliberate movements that steal your breath. His touch is both promise and threat, the kind that pulls you deeper into the chaos of this house and this night.

You moan, broken, biting his shoulder. Nails in his back. And Chris, God, he loves it. Loves the way you cling to him like he’s both sin and salvation.

Because in this house, there’s no love. Just addiction.

And he’s you’re newest one.

The worst one.

The one you’ll never shake.

You clutch his shoulders as the world narrows down to skin and whispered words and a storm building between you.

And in the blue glow of that room, nothing else matters.

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁ੈ❀

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｡⋆✩˚⊹𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡-𝙘.𝙨

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩: in tokyo, chris tells his brothers he’s ‘lightheaded’ and ‘hot’, but he really just wants to have you all to his self in the hotel.

𝘵𝘸: smut ✩ mdni ✩ oral(m!revieving) ✩ swearing ✩ suggestive terms ✩ rough oral sex ✩

inspired by this weeks tokyo vlog!!

“chris, look at this pepsi!” matt said excitedly, shoving chris and pointing at the vending machine.

chris loved tokyo, and he loved filming with his brothers. and he also loved pepsi, but the only thing he could focus on right now was you. the way your shirt hugged your chest, the way your skirt was riding up and your ass was slightly peeking out was driving him insane.

he was filming with his girlfriend and his brothers, the last thing he should be thinking about is the nasty things he wanted to do with his girlfriend. he knew it was wrong, but he needed to do something soon, because he didn’t want the boner that was quickly approaching to be picked up on the camera.

“hey guys i think ima head back to the hotel, im gettin’ real hot and dizzy.” chris lied, trying to act normal as if he wasn’t insanely horny right now. “chris what the fuck, we just started filming.” nick scoffed. “sorry dude, i don’t feel good.” he replied.

“whatever.” matt said, rolling his eyes as he quickly walked over to a apple juice vending machine.

“y/n, can you come with me? i don’t have a room key.” chris said, taking your shoulder as he started to walk off. “sure, i guess. sorry guys.” you replied, gesturing to nick and matt as you walked off with chris.

“are you okay to walk? i can get us an uber or something if you’re feeling that bad.” you said as you and chris walked out of sight from nick and matt.

“oh, i’m fine. i feel great.” he said, cheesing at you.

“what the hell chris, why did we leave then?” you say starting to turn back.

“i need you y/n. bad.”

you blush at his sudden words, not even being able to process what he just said to you. “come on then, let me take care of you.”

you practically run back to the hotel, moving between people as quick as you could. chris could practically feel the relief take over him as you two reached the elevator.

while on the elevator, chris smashed his lips into yours. the kiss was full of desperation, his tongue sliding through your lips and his mouth asserting dominance over yours. he groaned into your mouth and pressed his hips into yours, and you could feel his boner straining against his jeans.

you finally reach your floor, stumbling out of the elevator and breaking the kiss. chris quickly takes the key card out of your hand and swipes it in the reader, practically sprinting into the room. he takes no time putting his lips back on yours, kissing you even more passionately than before.

“stand there.” you tell chris, pointing to the wall near the tv. “chris, we’ve gotta make this quick, cause i don’t know when they’re coming back.”

he nods, agreeing and obeying to everything you say. he was so needy and so desperate, he would do anything for your lips around his dick.

you unbuckled his jeans, sliding them off and pushing them into the floor. you ran your fingers gently over his thighs, kissing everywhere but where chris wanted.

you palmed him through his boxers, feeling every vein of his sweep with desperation. his tip was swollen and leaking onto the boxers, a damp spot starting to form on them. you kissed him through the thin fabric, his moans already echoing through the room.

“please, y/n. i need you.” chris groaned.

you listened to him, sliding off his boxers and letting his dick spring out. his tip was angry and red, desperate for touch. you kissed it lightly, knowing you were driving chris insane.

“stop playin’ y/n, just-please…” he winced at the slight contact you made with his tip, needing more than just your light touch. you gave in, sliding your warm and wet mouth onto his hard dick. he was big, which you remembered from all the times he’s been inside you. but it always felt different when he was in your mouth. you fit as much as you could, and halfway down he was already pressing against your throat. you whimpered at the feeling, the vibrations of the noise making chris even more sensitive than before.

you slowly started to bob your head up and down his cock, moving slightly faster each time you got further down. your hands helped you where your throat couldnt, one stroking the base of chris’ dick while the other gently fondled his balls. chris felt like he was having the time of his life, he had been waiting for this for hours it felt like.

chris started to take matters into his own hands, rolling his hips into your mouth as your cheeks hollowed out while sucking him. you could feel his tip bruising the back of your throat but you didn’t care, all you wanted was to take care of your boyfriend.

he grabbed a handful of your hair in each hand, gaining full control of your head movements while doing so. he pushed your head further down his dick, making you go faster and take him deeper than before. your gagging sounds and chris’ moans where the only noises you could hear in the room. the pace just kept getting faster, and chris just kept getting closer.

his movements were becoming more and more erratic, and he was getting closer and closer to coming every second.

“shit baby, i’m close. keep goin’ for me ma’, your a fuckin’ champ.” he groaned out.

you took that like a challenge, trying to make chris come as soon as possible. you went faster than ever before on his dick, and you knew you did well as you felt his dick twitch inside of your mouth. he came into your mouth, his warm cum coating your tongue. you swallowed it all, sticking out your tongue like you had just won a trophy.

“thank you sweetheart, i needed that.” he muttered, kissing you on the forehead.

chris put on some sweatpants and climbed into bed as you walked back out the door, going to reunite with nick and matt. you made sure to chew a piece of gum and fix your hair before you left though. they couldn’t suspect anything.

a/n: ugh this is so hot i love it

dividers: @uzmacchiato

taglist: @courta13 @luvsturns @angelxsturns

[feinforchris]

dom!matt x bisexual!reader x bisexual!friend

✧˚ · .⭒ content warning: smut, praise, threesome (ffm), unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering, scissoring ✂️, stacking (iykyk)

✧˚ · .⭒ summary: you're hanging out with your two best friends, playing a drinking game when the night takes a sexual turn and the topic of threesomes comes up.

gifs by @/vxnitra

dividers by @/strangergraphics

album marathon concept creds to @/delilahsturniolo and inspired by @/y2kstarr and her hot pink marathon

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"Never have I ever lied to somebody in this room," your friend Mya said, still holding up all ten red-painted fingernails as she shifted her gaze between you and your mutual friend, Matt. Mya's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped as you slowly put your thumb down.

"Let me explain! Mya, do you remember when I told you that I blocked my ex?" You asked. "Well, I slept with him a few more times before I actually did," you admitted before throwing your hand over your mouth and trying to conceal your embarrassed smile.

She rolled her eyes. "I knew it."

It was a Friday night, and all three of you were sprawled out on your living room floor in a circle with a bottle of tequila in the middle. You were playing your version of Never Have I Ever, which was the same as the regular version, except if you have to put a finger down, you have to explain yourself, and if you refuse to, you have to take a shot.

"Alright, never have I ever accidentally sent a nude to the wrong person," you said, your gaze flickering between Mya and Matt. As subtly as possible, Matt put a finger down, his face turning red. You snapped your head over in his direction. "Spill."

Matt shook his head, reaching for the bottle of tequila. "I really don't wanna talk about this one," he chuckled, twisting the cap off the bottle and taking a swig. He made a face as he swallowed. "Okay, never have I ever skinny dipped."

You put down a finger. Matt raised his eyebrows as he glanced over at you. "Only once. It was at a church camp a few summers back," you admitted.

"I don't know what kind of church you were going to," Matt teased you, giggling.

You playfully slugged him in the arm. "Okay, Mya, your turn."

"Never have I ever given a foot job," Mya said, trying to hold back a chuckle. Without saying a word, you put down another finger and reached for the tequila.

"We're not talking about it," you said sharply before you tipped your head back and took a swig. Matt and Mya both raised their eyebrows at you, and you felt your face grow hot.

"A foot job is crazy," Matt commented, laughing at you. You rolled your eyes.

"Never have I ever had a sex dream about someone in this room," you declared, your eyes searching back and forth between both of your friends' hands. Matt slowly put a finger down, trying to contain a smirk. "Oh, have you? Do tell," you replied.

Matt shook his head, reaching for the tequila. "Not a chance." He took a drink, his cheeks turning bright red as he did.

"Was it about me?" You asked, smiling and batting your lashes in his direction. "God, you're so full of yourself," he scoffed, avoiding your question. "I already took a drink, so we're moving on.

"You're no fun," you pouted. Mya giggled at the interaction.

What Matt didn't say out loud is that he found both of you attractive, and he'd dreamt about each of you in that context at one point.

He cleared his throat. "Okay, never have I ever filmed myself having sex with someone." Matt's gaze was so fixed on you, expecting you to be the one to put a finger down, that he almost didn't notice when Mya slowly lowered a finger.

The two of you glanced over at her in surprise. She was the goodie two shoes of the friend group, the shy and more sexually resevered one of the three of you, so you were both surprised to learn this piece of information about her.

"Mya! You dirty dog!" You exclaimed with your eyes widened.

"With who? You have to tell us." Matt leaned in, looking intrigued.

"Nope!" She smirked, picking up the bottle and taking a sip.

"If you're gonna pass on something as juicy as that, you have to drink a full shot's worth," you narrowed your gaze at her. She rolled her eyes, taking another small sip and making a face. You and Matt giggled.

"Never have I ever kissed someone of the same gender," she declared. You put another finger down, trying to contain a smirk.

"You really haven't kissed another girl?" You wondered, glancing at your friend Mya. She shook her head. "Want me to change that?" You wondered aloud, shooting her a big smile.

When you first said it, you were mostly joking about it, but you had always thought Mya was pretty, and you found yourself hoping she'd say yes. Matt's heart started to race as he noticed the tension between the two of you.

"Sure. Why not?" She shyly responded, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and averting her gaze.

"Okay, let's all take a shot first just for fun," you suggested, looking between your two friends.

"No fair. I just took one!" She laughed.

"And Matt's already two shots deep. C'mon," you encouraged her, twisting the cap off again. You took a swig and passed it around to both Matt and Mya.

"Okay. You ready?" You asked, crawling over towards your friend. She nodded, unable to contain her smile. You gently tipped her chin towards you, gazing into her eyes before you leaned in and softly pressed your lips into hers. She tasted like tequila and coconut chapstick.

Matt watched in awe as your hand wandered to her waist, the two of you melting into the tender kiss. It went on for longer than any of you expected, your tongue gently grazing hers. She softly moaned into your mouth, tickling your lips.

When the two of you finally pulled away from such a long-winded and passionate kiss, you both giggled.

"That was actually kind of hot," she whispered, her eyes still fluttering open. You raised an eyebrow.

"Do you like girls?" You asked, biting down on your lip and searching her face for a reaction. Mya had always been kind of secretive about her sexuality, not being definitive about whether she was completely straight or not. She hadn't done anything with a girl before tonight, but that didn't mean she didn't want to.

"I don't know. I think I might," she admitted, burying her face in her hands.

"Yeah? Am I your bi-awakening?" You half-jokingly asked her, and the two of you giggled again.

Matt's cock twitched in his jeans as he watched the way the two of you looked at each other after that sexually charged kiss. Mya put nine fingers back up, the three of you getting back to the game.

"Wait!" You said, crawling over towards her once again. "You have to put another finger down because now you have kissed a girl," you smirked, looking into her eyes as you lowered her finger for her. She nodded, biting on her lip as she stared at yours.

"Okay, Matt. Your turn," you turned to Matt who was looking hungrily at both of you, shifting around to keep the two of you from seeing his hard on that was pressing against his jeans.

"Okay. Never have I ever slept with someone of the same gender," Matt said, his eyes immediately darting over towards you.

"Wow, now you guys are just ganging up on me here," you replied, leaving you with only five fingers left. "I'd explain myself, but you both already know the story," you replied, glaring at Matt for targeting you.

By now, the alcohol was hitting, and everyone was pretty turned on given the sexual turn this night had taken.

"Okay, never have I ever had a threesome," you said, glancing between your two friends. Matt lowered a finger with a smug smile on his face. "Bullshit. You haven't had a threesome," you chimed in, narrowing your eyes at him. "You couldn't handle two women at once."

"Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?" Matt wondered, almost taking offense to your accusation.

"C'mon, Matt. Don't lie." You gave him a skeptical look.

"I'm not! What? You want me to prove it or something?" He asked, nibbling on his lip as he glanced between you and Mya. "Because I will," he told you, his voice taking on a more seductive tone.

"I'd like to see you try," you said, taunting him.

He creeped towards you, crawling in between your legs with his blue eyes fixed on yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned in to kiss you.

You could taste the liquid courage on his tongue as your soft lips moved against his, reciprocating his gesture. He gently bit down on your bottom lip, drawing a moan from you. His hand settled between your thighs, gently teasing your clit through your shorts.

"Think I can't handle two women?" He scoffed. "I'm gonna have you eating your words." He started to unbutton your shorts and undo your zipper. He pulled them off of you, your heart beating faster as you lifted your hips for him to take off your bottoms.

Before you knew it, you were completely naked, legs spread as you leaned back on your elbows. Matt turned to Mya.

"Come here," he whispered. She inched towards the two of you, arousal flowing through her as she anticipated what he was going to do to the two of you. Before she knew it, Mya was in the same position as you, completely naked, her right thigh slung over your left as Matt situated her beside you.

He peered down at both of you who stared back with needy expressions and glossed over eyes, his left hand between your legs and his right hand between Mya's. He took his two fingers, spreading each of you open and admiring your pretty slits.

"You two have such pretty pussies," he complimented you and your friend, watching you both quiver at his words. He loved the effect he had on you two. He leaned forward and spit onto your cunt, his saliva dripping down to your hole. He smiled as you clenched around nothing.

He leaned in between Mya's legs, giving her the same treatment, spitting onto her pussy and making her gasp. He started massaging his saliva into your slick folds, his fingertips gently brushing across your clit as he teased you.

"Fuck, you're both already so wet," he whispered, gazing down at your glistening slits as he played with them. Slowly, he found each of your entrances, pushing a finger into each of you. You and Mya started to moan in unison as he began to move his fingers inside.

Both of your chests were heaving, hearts were pounding, and you were each getting wetter by the second. Matt watched the reactions the two of you had, adding another finger as he slowly nestled his head between your legs.

He started to kiss and lick your sensitive bundle of nerves while he massaged Mya's with his thumb. You were immediately throwing your head back at the sensation. "Matt..." you let out a breathy whine.

"Yeah? That feel good?" He cooed against your pussy.

"Yesss," you hissed, feeling his hot breath hit your heat. He gazed up at you with his blue eyes, his lips vibrating as he hummed against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you. You could already feel your stomach tying itself in knots, your skin hot with desire and extremely sensitive to the touch.

Maybe Matt could handle two women at once. Maybe he was going to have you looking dumb in more ways than one by the time this was over.

"You two should make out again," Matt suggested, pulling back, his face glistening in your arousal. The two of you giggled and glanced at the other before leaning in to kiss each other, her coconut-flavored lips moved against yours. At first, he just admired the two of you. "Look at my good girls," he hungrily rasped. "Look at how well you take my fingers."

Your lips curled into a smile as you kissed your friend, goosebumps forming as you reveled in Matt's words. Matt now lowered his head between Mya's legs and started eating her out, lapping away at her wetness while still finger-fucking both of you. She moaned into your mouth as Matt wrapped his lips around her clit, moving his tongue in fast circles.

It was one thing to have Matt touching you and making you feel amazing, and it was another to be kissing a girl who he was doing the same things to. It heightened the experience for all three of you.

The air was thick with pleasured noises, soft whimpers, heavy breathing, and the sound of Matt's tongue and fingers satisfying you both. You started to grind your hips, Matt's digits hitting the perfect spot with every thrust. Mya bucked her hips against Matt's face, leaving his chin coated in her juices.

You were both starting to get close at this point, both of your backs arching off the floor. Mya's whole body started to shake, her orgasm beginning to wash over her as Matt worked his mouth on her. Seconds later, she was cumming all over his tongue.

The sounds of her finishing beside you turned you on even more, making you throb around Matt's digits. Matt smirked, withdrawing his fingers from her hole and sucking them clean as he looked into her eyes. His gaze flicked over to you, and he lowered himself between your thighs again, giving you his undivided attention.

He worked his fingers faster, sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue around, coaxing your first orgasm of the night out of you. You felt the knot in your stomach snap as he peered up at you from between your trembling legs. His name poured from your lips, making his cock twitch as you came.

He felt you clench around his two fingers, still pumping them back and forth as he fucked you with them through the aftershocks of your climax. Your flavor filled his tastebuds, your juices coating his tongue as your eyes rolled back in your head.

He'd successfully made each of you finish in under ten minutes, but he wasn't through with either one of you yet.

He whispered something into Mya's ear, and she giggled. Mya climbed on top of you, straddling you and threading her legs between yours. Mya pressed her cunt against yours and started gently grinding on you. You heard the sound of Matt fiddling with his belt and undoing his zipper.

You felt Matt's tip grazing your folds, ready to sink it into the first hole he could find, which just so happened to be yours. Your jaw dropped as you felt him push inside of you with a grunt, stretching you out. Meanwhile Mya was rutting her pussy against yours, creating an incredible sensation for both of you.

Pants and moans filled the room as all of your bodies moved in tandem. Matt started to pick up the pace, driving his hips forward at a faster rate. Your walls started to flutter around Matt's cock as you neared the edge again, wet sounds coming from all three of you.

Before you knew it, you were cumming on Matt's cock, coating his length in your fluid. Your clit started throbbing against Mya's, heightening the sensation for her as well. Matt continued to fuck into you until he knew he'd finished you off, leaving you a writhing mess beneath him.

He pulled out of you, his tip now searching for Mya's hole. She squealed when he pushed it in, another groan passing through Matt's lips as he nestled his cock into her warm, wet heat. He started to fuck her hard, both of their moans reaching a crescendo, chasing after their own shared pleasure.

You could feel Matt's balls slapping against your cunt as he pistoned his length into your friend, her wetness dripping onto you with every thrust. Neither one of them could hold on much longer. Matt started to throb inside of her, his strokes becoming messy and uncontrolled as he pumped her full of his cum.

Mya finished shortly after while she looked into your eyes, her whole body shivering as she came undone around his cock. You could feel a mixture of their fluids drip out of Mya's hole and onto your glistening cunt as Matt pulled out.

You couldn't believe you'd actually done that. It had always been a fantasy of yours to have a threesome, and you didn't expect it to be with your two best friends, but it was the hottest sex you'd ever had.

All three of your climbed back into your clothes, trying to catch your breaths and chuckling at how carried away you all had gotten.

"So what was that you said earlier? I can't handle two women at once?" Matt asked, tucking himself back into his jeans with a condescending smirk on his face.

"Okay, I stand corrected," you laughed, rolling your eyes and pulling your shorts back on.

"Yeah. Just watch your mouth next time or else I might fuck it," Matt winked.

[feinforchris]

in desperate need of jorking his pp!!

WHO SAID THAT??

[feinforchris]

▸12 ⋅˚₊‧ Falling Down – Bonus Track ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰

⚠︎ ∿ toxic relationship dynamics ∿ implied substance use ∿ mental health struggles ∿ unprotected sex ∿ dirty talk ∿ self destructive behavior ∿ manipulation ∿

၊၊||၊ Come Over When You're Sober, Pt. 2 ⌗ 12

𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 @delilahsturniolo

you knew this wasn’t going to be easy. not with chris. not with anything between you two.

he was beautiful and broken in the same breath—a flame that burned too hot, too fast, and left nothing but ash behind.

you’d met him when you were both falling apart, two halves that barely held together. and somehow, you clicked. the way he looked at you—hungry, desperate, dangerous—made your heart race and your skin crawl all at once.

but love wasn’t what you had.

it was pain, addiction, control, and need—all wrapped up in a tangled mess you didn’t want to untangle. one night, the air heavy with smoke and silence, he pulled you into an alley behind a bar you’d both been avoiding, and everything you’d been holding back came crashing down. his hands were rough, shaking as they found your waist, pulling you close, breath hot and uneven against your neck.

“why do you keep comin’ back?” he whispered, voice cracked like he was trying not to break.

you looked up, eyes searching his.

“because you’re the only one who sees me like this.”

he laughed—a bitter, broken sound.

“see you?” he scoffed.

“i don’t know if i’m saving you or destroying you.”

you didn’t answer, you didn’t have to. you knew it was both.

his lips crashed onto yours, desperate and bruised, tongue pushing, claiming, taking what you both needed but couldn’t say. you kissed him back, wild and unrestrained, fingers tangling in his hair, nails scratching down his back. he tasted like cigarettes and pain and something electric you couldn’t resist. the kiss broke just long enough for him to growl,

“i’m not good for you.”

you smiled, breathless,

“neither am i.”

he grabbed your wrist, dragging you toward his car nearby. doors slammed, bodies pressed together in the cramped space. his hands were everywhere—on your thighs, under your shirt, tracing the lines of your spine. you shivered, caught between pleasure and dread.

“you don’t have to do this,” you whispered.

he shook his head, eyes dark and raw.

“i need it.”

and so you gave yourself to him—to the chaos, the pain, the craving.

every touch was electric and dangerous, every kiss a battle between wanting and hurting…

he moved inside you with frantic urgency, as if holding onto this moment could save him from falling further. his head dropped to your shoulder, hips slamming into yours at a fast, shaky pace. small whimpers leaving his lips as he fucked you into the backseat.

“don’t leave me…please,” he gasped, voice breaking.

you whispered back,

“i’m right here.”

but you both knew that didn’t mean anything. afterward, tangled and trembling, he pulled you close but kept his distance, the silence heavy with unsaid apologies and promises he never planned to keep.

“i hate myself,” he murmured, voice barely audible.

you kissed his temple, tears burning in your eyes.

“then let me love you enough for the both of us.”

but even as you said it, you knew—love wasn’t enough.

not for you.

not for him.

and that’s the cruel truth of it all.

a/n: this writing marathon was so much fun. i love this album sm. might do more of these if i have more time to post consistently. i love yall, thank you to everyone who read these marathon fics. :) <3

[feinforchris]

im ovulating

[feinforchris]

Suddenly my legs spread by themselves?…

[feinforchris]

your hair looks sooo sexy pushed back 😫 it will always do it for me

[feinforchris]

ˇ⋆ ╱ ‧ ˚ ꪆ inexperienced!bsf!matt && experienced!bsf!reader

❛ first time ❜

it starts with a lazy kind of haze, the kind that only follows after a few deep hits and an hour of nothing conversations. your room smells like smoke and something sweet, faint perfume still clinging to your sheets. the glow of your led lights is soft against the ceiling, pink bleeding into purple, and matt's lying flat on his back, hoodie pushed up to his chest, one arm tucked under his head. you're sitting cross-legged beside him, a little hunched over, your hand tracing idle shapes into your own knee. partynextdoor is playing low from the speaker on your desk, something slow and pulsing, barely loud enough to distract from the silence that settled after your last sentence.

"—and then he went down on me, and i swear i thought i was gonna black out," you'd said, grinning, voice smooth from the smoke. you didn't think anything of it. just another story between best friends. another night spent too close, too familiar. but then he muttered it, so soft you almost didn't catch it.

"i've never had that before."

you blinked, glancing over. "what?"

his jaw flexed, and he didn't look at you. just stared at the ceiling like he could pretend the words hadn't come out of his mouth. "head," he said, barely louder. "i've never—i mean, i haven't really done anything."

you sat up straighter, the air shifting like a current through water. your voice dropped. "like… at all?"

he nodded once, cheeks pink even in the low light. "not even kissed anybody properly. i've never been touched. not like that."

you didn't laugh. didn't tease. you just watched him, the way his chest rose and fell a little too fast, how his hands gripped the edge of the fuzzy rug like he didn't know what to do with them. "do you wanna be?" you asked, quiet. honest.

his eyes finally met yours, and they were wide, a little glassy, full of nerves. he didn't speak for a second. then—"with you?" like he needed to double-check he wasn't imagining it.

"yeah. with me."

that's how you end up here, your palm brushing up matt's stomach slow enough to make him shiver, lips parted as he tries to keep breathing steady. he's so quiet under your touch, eyes flicking between your face and the ceiling, completely unsure what to do with himself. you smile, dragging your nails just beneath the waistband of his sweats. "okay?" you ask, and his head jerks in a nod.

"y-yeah," he says, voice cracking. "yeah, s'—fuck, s'okay."

you let your fingers dip lower, teasing at the band of his boxers now, and he lets out this soft, breathy noise—something between a whimper and a sigh. his thighs twitch when you cup him through the fabric, and his hips jerk up before he can stop them. his face goes scarlet instantly. "shit—sorry, i didn't mean to—"

"don't apologize," you say gently, thumb rubbing over the growing outline in his boxers. "feels good, huh?"

he nods again, biting down on his bottom lip. "mhm, fuck, it feels—s'a lot," he mumbles, his legs already spreading further without you asking, like he's trying to give you more room even if he's too overwhelmed to think straight.

you slip your hand into his boxers, slow and warm, and the second your fingers wrap around him, matt moans—soft and shaky, head rolling back into the floor. his hips buck again, less controlled this time, and you feel him pulse in your hand. "jesus—oh my god," he gasps, "that's—fuck, i-i don't—"

"breathe, matty," you whisper, stroking him gently, letting your thumb circle the head until he's fully hard in your hand. "you're doin' so good."

he lets out a choked little sound at that, arm flung over his eyes like he can't handle the way you're looking at him. you lean down, kiss the inside of his thigh slow, and he whimpers again, hand fisting in the rug. "don't stop," he says, voice barely audible.

you don't. you press another kiss lower, lips grazing hot skin until you're right above the waistband. you tug it down slowly, watching his chest rise like he's struggling to breathe. his hands twitch at his sides, fingers curled, and when you finally let your mouth replace your hand, matt completely falls apart.

his whole body tenses, a broken moan punching from his throat as his hips lift off the floor. "f-fuck, wait—wait, i—oh my god, that's—" his voice cracks into a whimper, high and desperate, and you just hum around him, dragging your tongue slow up the underside as his hands fly to your hair without thinking.

he's panting now, legs trembling where they bracket your shoulders, his fingers shaky as they try not to pull. "i can't—s'too much, s'too good, i-i don't know what to—"

you pull off just for a second, lips glossy, eyes locked on his. "you don't have to do anything, sweet boy. just feel it."

and he does. every second of it, whimpering and breathless as you sink back down, his first time playing out in the glow of your room, under your hands, your mouth, your voice—until he can't remember how he ever went without it.

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