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Matt with a flower in his hair makes me wanna squish his cheeks so BAD 😭

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How he’d look when he rips the condom wrapper open🤭

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STOP HE’S SO CUTESEY I CAN’T TAKE IT🥹🫶

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in the forest - matt sturniolo

dom!matt x fem!reader

꩜ summary :: matt takes you to one of his favorite places, the forest when the night takes a turn and leaves you with scratches you and matt will never forget

୨ ˚ ୧ warnings!! :: smut,, fingering, p in v, getting taken to POUND CITY🙌🙌

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the forest.

the forest, one of your and matt’s favorite places

it’s calming and refreshing, a place to escape your thoughts

that somehow lead to you being pounded into on the porch of a cabin

well, how did this happen?

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“don’t open your eyes it’s a surprise!!” matt told you, his hands covering your eyes leading you out of his car in the forest

“okay, you can open them” he said, removing his hands as you slowly opened your eyes

“matt!” you squealed turning around to hug him, you saw a gorgeous cabin “it’s beautiful oh my gosh!!”

“just like you princess” matt murmured, hugging your waist from behind

you giggle before running up to the cabin, holding matt’s hand dragging him from behind you, matt can’t help but smile at you

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it’s currently 10pm and your dragging matt onto the porch of the cabin

“cmon it’s nice out there and we have hot chocolate!” you say matt trailing behind you chuckling “whatever you say sweetheart”

you finally reach the door and you swing it open, the porch has a couch, almost like bed with some throw pillows and a comfy blanket

you go and set your hot chocolate on the table, as matt blows out the candles not wanting to set the house on fire before sitting next to you

quickly you scoot over and sit on matt’s lap, bringing out your phone to watch something, you decide on shameless, matt giggles a bit at this

“what?” you say “you just have rewatched this like a million times baby” matt says, bringing his hand to your waist to pull you closer “yeah well, i love it and you haven’t actually watched it yet!” matt chuckles at this once again “okay pretty girl” he says resting his head on top of yours, looking down at the phone

after a few minutes you start to shift in his lap, trying to get more comfortable, making matt groan out “what?” you giggle “nothin sweetheart” matt breathes out and you shrug

“oh that’s sheila!! she’s my favorite character, she might be a lil freaky if you watch but she’s really sweet and funny! i wish they kept her in the finale! oops! i shouldn’t have told u that!” you ramble out before practically bouncing on his lap and covering your mouth with two hands as if you just spoiled the whole show

matt grunts but chuckles afterward “it’s okay baby” he wraps both hands around your waist to keep you still

“what?” you giggle out

“quit moving around sweet girl” he grumbles out, your face flushing a light shade of red before turning around to face him, straddling him

“oh?” matt chuckles at your antics before leaning in to kiss you, he quickly deepens it swiping his tongue across your bottom lip asking for access

you open your mouth, your tongues fighting for dominance before matt wins, he pulls away from the kiss not missing a second peppering kisses down your face

you tilt your head up and to the side giving him more access

Matt hums with approval, his lips trailing down your neck as he plants kisses along the sensitive skin. He can feel your heart racing beneath his touch and it only spurs him on, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he nips at your collarbone.

you slightly whimper at his teeth gently nipping at your collarbone, matt’s grin grows wider as he hears your whimper, his lips curving into a smirk against your skin. He continues to pepper kisses down your neck and shoulder, his hands sliding up your back to tangle in your hair. "You like that?"

you mumble a quiet “mhm” out, nodding as your arms wrap around matt’s neck

matt’s eyes light up with amusement as he hears your mumbled response, his grip on your hair tightening ever so slightly. He pulls your head back, his lips hovering just above yours as he taunts, "oh, come on, princess. You can do better than that”

you groan out “yes, fuck i like it matt” breathing heavily looking into his eyes, his pupils blown out with lust

matt’s smirk turns into a grin at your words,chuckling against your skin before his lips crashing against yours once again in a demanding kiss. His hands move back to your hips, pulling you flush against his body as he grinds his hips against yours “see baby? not that hard”

as matt grinds your hips together you moan into the kiss, your hands finding his soft brown curls, interlocking your hand into them

matt chuckles, the sound vibrating against your lips as he deepens the kiss. His hands move from your hips to your thighs slightly massaging them before bringing them to the hem of your shirt, breaking the kiss looking up at you for permission

quickly you nod, reaching your arms up high so he can pull your shirt off, leaving you in short sleep shorts and a light blue lace bra

you feel his hard-on pressing against your ass as he cups one of your boobs with his hand before bringing the other behind your back to unclasp it, freeing them

he dips his head lower so he can take one in his mouth, playing with the other in his hand making you moan softly

you begin putting more pressure on grinding against him “matt, no teasing please” you whimper out making matt chuckle

“whatever you say mamas” matt says, lifting his hips up so he can pull his sweats down, leaving him in his shirt and boxers, quickly you follow sliding yours off leaving you in your blue laced panties that matched your, now discarded bra

matt swipes a finger over your panties “already so worked up hm?” matt teases,all you can do is nod furiously, he kisses you once more, short and sweet but also passionate

he hooks his fingers onto the waistband of your panties pulling them down and throwing them to the pile of clothes on the wood porch floor, leaving you completely exposed

matt runs a finger through your soaked folds making you whimper and squirm slightly before inserting his middle finger into you, along with his ring beginning to slowly pump them

“shit matt” you whimper as he brings his thumb to your clit rubbing in tight circles increasing your pleasure making you moan out

soon enough matt begins pumping his fingers faster inside of you making you let out a loud half-moan half- squeal as you feel the familiar knot in you stomach “matt matt matt” you chant his name like a prayer

with a certain curl of his finger that tight knot in your stomach snaps without warning, having you gush all over his fingers, your thighs shaking , leaving slight scratches on your calves from the wood at the bottom of the couch

“did s’good for me princess” matt coos at you before bringing his cum covered fingers to his mouth sucking on them gently letting out a groan as he tastes you

matt lifts you off his lap, quickly laying you down on the couch hovering above you, pressing sloppy open mouthed kisses onto your neck making you whimper slightly when he nips at your skin, leaving fresh hickeys, adding to the fading ones

“matt, need your cock s’bad” you whimper out making matt slightly smirk “anything for you princess” he whispers, pulling his boxers down freeing his painfully hard cock grabbing it stroking it a few times before tauntingly sliding his tip across your folds as a makeshift lubricant

you whine bucking your hips silently telling matt to get on with it, making him let out a breathy chuckle before sinking into you, bottoming you out making you whine once again at the pleasurable stretching sensation

after a minute matt begins to thrust into you, at a medium steady place as you whimper you grab onto his shoulders for support

matt suddenly starts going faster at a unforgiving pace making you moan out loudly

slightly overstimulated from your last orgasm and the fact that with every thrust matt’s tip is hitting your g-spot you know you aren’t going to last long

your legs are shaking and slightly sore but you don’t care, focusing on how good matt is making you feel

“shit matt right there i’m close!” you squeal out letting out a almost pornographic moan making matt groan “im close too sweetheart hold on a second for me” he practically whimpers into your ear and you nod, doing everything you can not to cum

as matt thrusts are getting sloppier by the second you know he’s about to cum “cum with me baby” he groans out and you do so, the words pushing you over the edge coming undone underneath him

with a few more sloppy thrusts you feel matt shooting his warm load into you making you shudder slightly, matt collapses and just lays on you for a few minutes, both of you trying to catch your breath

soon enough matt pulls out, you both wincing at the lose of contact before he stands up, picking you up in bridal style, carrying you inside the cabin before making his way to the bathroom and setting you on the counter as he goes to start a warm shower for you

“get in the shower while i clean up f‘’me princess” he telling you pressing a tender kiss on your forehead before walking back out to the porch gathering your clothes, phone and long forgotten hot chocolate

he puts the stuff inside before getting a clean towel and clothes for you setting them on the counter before joining you in the shower

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as you get out of the shower you realize the scratches on your legs, you were in too much pleasure to even realize it “matt i’m gonna fucking kill you”

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authors note: hey guys! 3rd fic how we feeling? lmk cus i’ve had some people say they suck which i get but i FINALLY finished it hooray!!

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𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 - matthew sturniolo

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… “not so tough now, are you?”

matt fixed you with a glare, arms bound behind his back as he refused to give you the satisfaction you pried for. he would rather be caught dead than allow you any semblance of power over him, though it was more than evident you were making the boy nervous.

your hand reached around his cock—feeling the low, pulsating buzz of the cold silver ring vibrator snuggled around his base. he tried his best to muffle his pathetic moans while you tugged at his poor prick.

it was mesmerizing, the way his pink tip leaked out beads of pre-cum with every jerk of your hand, you absolutely relished in the way he struggled against your hold.

“you’re so fucking dirty. letting me tie you up like this…” you pushed his plush thighs further apart.

matt whined, fluttering his eyes shut whenever you’d greedily squeeze his base. he felt so timid under your hungry eyes.

you watched his face scrunch up cutely. It was truly adorable how determined he was to resist giving in to you.

“let me cum.” he choked out—head falling limp as he gazed deliriously at the hand working his cock. it didn’t take long for tiny whines and whimpers to tumble past his pink lips, so you released him, letting his cock suspend pitiably in the air.

matt miserably bucked his hips and sobbed, chasing your touch as he came down from the high that was cruelly ripped away from him.

“you’re a bitch.” he sniffled, tears pooling in his eyes as you edged him for the nth time that night.

“and you’re a brat.” you shrugged. satisfaction swelled in your chest while you watched him squirm and grind his eager hips into absolutely nothing.

“at least let me taste you.” he murmured softly, peeking at you from under his lashes. he sat in stunned silence as you shook your head. even denying him the privilege to put his hungry tongue on your pussy—he can’t even please you?

instead you began to peel the clothes off of your skin layer by layer and matt’s eyes darted across your body. his pretty mouth ran dry as soon as you pushed your pink panties past your thighs.

“please, need to taste you.” he rolled his hips with a stifled whimper, craving your sweet flavor on his tastebuds.

his eyes trailed your figure rummaging through the bedside drawer, a smirk dancing on your lips as you retrieved a tiny bullet vibrator.

a vibrator? you were going to use a vibrator instead of his mouth??

you sat in front of him, pussy on full display as you placed the vibrator on your clit.

matt’s blue eyes fixated on the way your face face twisted in pleasure, and it drove him insane that he wasn’t the one responsible for it.

he tugged against his restraints once again, wanting nothing more than to fuck his tongue past your folds and have your beautiful thighs wrapped around his head.

“please? i’ll be good—won’t talk back.” he softened his tone. matt didn't care anymore; he was willing to let you win just this once.

you pondered for a moment, removing the vibrator from your pussy and studying his eyes in contemplation before leaning over his constrained body. you push the vibrator against his tip—watching him buck and hiss at the sudden waves of pleasure.

“w-wait! too much, stop it please!” he mewled as you applied more pressure onto his angry tip.

“but i thought you wanted to cum, matt?” you teased, placing a kiss on matt’s forehead while he helplessly babbled beneath you.

thick tears streamed down his pink cheeks once you pulled the vibrator away again.

it was so unfair.

“no! why’d you-“ you cut him off abruptly, kneeling on the bed and grasping clumps of his hair between your fingers as you pressed his head onto your pussy. matt moaned against you, delicate tongue prodding at your enterance.

“look at you, finally putting your tongue to good use.” you pinned his hair back, the sight of his submissive, swollen blue eyes gazing up at you sending a surge of pleasure over your body.

matt’s lips pursed around your clit, sucking the bud gently. his face was fully covered in your slick as he took everything you gave him.

“what happened to all of that attitude now, huh? just a moment ago you were mouthing off and now you’re tied up, pleasing me like a pussy drunk slut.”

matt couldn’t take it anymore, eyes rolling to his skull as white spurts of cum leaked out of his tip at your malicious words. …

𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 ↝ soupuurr

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“oh my god, baby,” matt groaned from on top of you, his knees on either side of your hips as he hovered above you, peering down at you with his digital camera. his left hand upheld the small device, his right grasping and squeezing your boobs, your body fully exposed for him and the film “you look so fucking sexy f’me.”

you moaned at his words, your back arching up slightly, your belly making contact with his jean-covered bulge. his hands toyed with your nipples, pinching and rubbing the sensitive area with his index and thumb.

he leaned over you, propping the small camera up against is pillow, capturing the perfect angle of your lower half, matt sinking down to his knees off the bed and pulling you closer to him by your plush thighs.

matt began peppering soft kisses from your knee to your inner thigh, his fingers feather-like tracing patterns over the skin in his wake. “gonna be a sweet girl and let me eat your pussy?” matt asked you, his head lifting up to rest on your thigh to look up at you. “gonna be a good girl for me and the camera, right baby?”

“yes,” you whimpered, your fingers lacing their way into matt’s brown curls, gently guiding him down to your aching hole.

matt took the invitation greatly, his tongue instantly lapping around your wet folds, sucking and licking you up like you were his last meal on death row. his large hands grabbed your thighs, gently keeping them spread and open for him as you tried wrapping them around his head. “so good, baby,” he muttered into your cunt, his nose making contact with your clit, “could eat this pussy all fuckin’ day.”

you clenched at his words, your hands pushing him deeper and deeper in between your legs. you looked over at the camera, your expression nothing less of being fucked out, your hair a mess and getting stuck in your mouth. “matt,” you cried out, trying to tell him how good his mouth was, but unable to by the rapid movements of his tongue against your hole. you peered down at matt, only able to see his head of brown tousled hair working relentlessly at your pussy, his head pushing deeper and deeper into you.

a loud moan ripped from your throat, feeling matt’s ring-clad fingers against your cunt, inserting his middle and ring finger as he continuously devoured you. his finger curled up, hitting just the right spot inside of you, your hips involuntary bucking up into his mouth. “matt,” you gasped out, “’m gonna cum.”

instead of responding, matt simply kept on going with his actions, his mouth moving up to suck your clit, his eyes darting up to yours as his blue eyes deepened with lust. you repeated his name again, unsure if he were able to hear you, his mind hazing as all he could think about was the sweet taste of your pussy. matt pulled away from your core, his fingers still thrusting in and out of you as he reached over to grab the camera, bringing it directly in front of your dripping cunt.

“look at this pretty pussy,” matt whispered almost to himself, his thumb now teasingly circle at your clit. “’s all mine, right baby?”

“mhmmm,” you whined, your head thrown back against matt’s white sheets, fingers on either side of you grasping at the material for dear life. “all for you, matt.”

“good girl,” he cooed, rewarding you with his thumb not rubbing against your clit. “gonna cum for me baby? wanna show the camera how pretty you are when you come undone for me?”

“please,” you rasped, the only focus on your mind right now was releasing.

“go ahead, pretty girl, make a fucking mess on my fingers and cum for me.” he commanded, the actions of his fingers never ceasing. your cried out, your back arching as you let go, cumming all over matt’s working fingers and the sheets below you. matt took this as an incentive to put the camera back against the pillow, his tongue wrapping around your folds once more to clean you up.

“matt,” you told him, hands flying up to try and pull him away, “too much, ‘m so sensitive.”

he peered up at you from his pussy-drunk state, smirking slightly. “oh baby,” he muttered, “we’re not stopping til the camera does.”

© mattscoquette

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A+ Student Pt 7

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(Fem reader, angst, smut, more car sex😭🙏 , argument, drama, it all goes down bro, etc, not proofread!)

Summary: Y/n is a great student in her college, always getting good grades. Her college professor Matt, thinks she can get even higher ones with some “extra credit.” That is until she meets her new gym teacher..

I look at my phone blankly, not answering it. The call disappears off of my screen and I breathe out finally. Until it rings again, he’s desperate to reach me, I let it ring a third time and then I pick it up and answer it. “Hello?” I hesitate. A sigh leaves the other end of the phone.

“Matt?” I ask, “You’ve made me so fucking angry y/n.” He speaks lowly. “I- uh how?” I’m nervous, I don’t know why. He chuckles sarcastically, “You know why.” He breathes in, “You need to pay for what you did. You’re a little slut.” He hisses, even though he’s clearly upset I can’t help but get turned on by the way he’s speaking to me.

I swallow harshly, “How would I pay for what I did?” I ask, my core aching. “You deserve a punishment, a.. detention perhaps.” He seems like he’s being flirty but he still sounds angry and that is a hot combination. “Okay when should I have a detention professor?” I tease him, “don’t enjoy this y/n. I’ll hang up if you fucking enjoy this shit.. you’re a slut you know that?” He huffs in frustration.

“We both know that Matt.” I speak seductively and smirk, he can’t see it but you know. “Fuck..” he groans, “I’ll tell you something.” I start to speak, “what?” He replies and I chuckle softly, “I think you’re only mad because your brother has fucked me twice and he’s only know me for a short while and you? You’ve been my professor for the past year and you’ve only been able to eat me out. Hm?”

“I couldn’t care less y/n,” he sighs, “I’m fucking pissed off because..” he stops speaking, “because I left yours after you basically forced me out and then I fucked Chris?” I’m having fun winding him up. “Yes that and also because you don’t have a fucking clue about Chris.” He speaks coldly.

“What about him?” I’m confused, “I can’t tell you on the phone it’s easier to speak in person, I want to see your face.” I sigh, “well I’ll meet you tomorrow?” I wanna know what he’s talking about “I can’t tomorrow, grading papers, Sunday?” He really wants to tell me something I can tell, “yeah sure.”

We talk for another minute before hanging up, what the fuck is he talking about? I’ll have to see him on Sunday, wait shit! I forgot to ask Lizzy if she was okay. I pull out my phone and call her. Luckily she answers quickly, “Liz you okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t reply.” She laughs lightly, “yeah it’s all good now, my parents were arguing and I just needed somewhere to go.”

“If I was home I would’ve let you come over, where did you go in the end?” “Just to a friend’s house, where were you then?” I need to lie I don’t want her to know about what went on. “I was out with my dad.”

Me and her talk back and forth until she has to go.

Sunday

My alarm goes off and I struggle to grab my phone to shut it off. “Fuck..” I groan out of tiredness, it’s 8:30am and after 10 minutes of procrastinating wether I should go back to sleep I get out of bed and hop in the shower, still not fully awake so I’m stumbling.

I do my everything shower and get into my room to get dressed, I pick a basic ass pair of sweats and a tight white vest. I put some makeup on and check the time, it’s 10:23. Matt told me he could pick me up at half 10. I get my shoes on and go downstairs, “I’m headed out dad!” I call to my dad who is on the couch.

“No worries stay safe pumpkin.” He smiles, “do you want me to make you a coffee before I go?” I ask him as I still have time, “It’s alright, I got one here.” He lifts his mug, “thank you though.” He nods, “Okay no worries, see ya!” I walk out the front door and I just wait on the sidewalk.

After 10 minutes the Porsche pulls up and I remember Matt saying he drives it sometimes. He stops in front of me and I hop in the passenger seat, the same passenger seat that me and Chris fucked in 2 days previously. “Hey.” He speaks, “Hi, what did you wanna tell me?” I ask him putting the seatbelt on.

He looks at me for a good 10 seconds, I tilt my head in confusion as he isn’t speaking. “I lied.” He swallows, “Lied? About what?” I’m even more confused now, he starts driving. “I lied, I have nothing to say about Chris.” He sounds unsure, “What why?” I ask him.

“I’m fucking jealous as shit y/n,” He sighs, “I just wanted to see you, I’m sorry I’m a fucking dick.” He slows down and pulls down a street. “It’s okay Matt, don’t worry.” I try to reassure him.” He shakes his head, “It’s not okay, not until I can.. feel you around me.” He whispers. He pulls into the parking lot of an abandoned store.

I feel myself get hot, did he really just say that? I can’t form words out of shock, he turns to me. “He fucked you in this car didn’t he.” I look at him and nod, “in the backseat?” He speaks quieter, I shake my head “in this seat.” I point at where I’m sitting, “that must’ve been awkward.” He smirks, “yeah I hit my head a few times.”

“Maybe you need someone to show you how to fuck in a car.. the comfortable way.” He bites his lip, I squeeze my thighs together as he speaks. His hand comes down to my thigh, “you’re a slut.” He chuckles, my face turns red and I look away.

He grabs my face and turns it to him, “get in the back.” He undoes my seatbelt. I nod quickly and hop out the car, he copies and we both get into the backseat, I’m glad these back windows are tinted as it’s broad daylight outside, even though the car park is empty. He wastes no time and crashes his lips onto mine.

His hands travel to my sweatpants as pulls them down to my ankles and then undoes the zipper of his jeans before pulling both of our pants off. The imprint of his cock is unmissable. He grabs my legs and slides me so I’m practically laying down on the backseat, without hesitation he removes my underwear and puts it on the drivers seat.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He slides two fingers across my slit before pushing them in quickly. I moan out lightly, he moves them in and out about 5 times, before removing them. “Please..” I look up at him, raising my inner brows. He smirks before pulling his boxes off, his dick is big, not as big as Chris’ but it’s still perfect.

I go to try and wrap my hands around his length and he stops me by grabbing my hands with one hand, pushing them above my head and with the other hand moves my legs into missionary position.

“I don’t have a condom.” He looks at me, “I’m on birth control.” I speak rapidly, just wanting to feel him inside me, “desperate hm?” He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead. I nod, “please Matt.. fuck me.” I whine, he chuckles, resting his tip at my entrance but not pushing it in, I wiggle to try and get some friction.

“Matt.. stop teasing me please just…” he cuts me off by pushing inside instantly, I moan out and grip the seat. “Just what? What did you want me to do?” He teases, he thrusts in and out slowly at first before quickening the pace until he’s pounding into me and the car is definitely moving. Mine and his moans fill the car.

I can feel myself getting closer and closer, I look down at where we connect, his dick disappearing inside of me with every thrust, his hand comes down and rubs circles on my clit. I scream out his name and my back arches. “Fuck..” he groans out, I feel the euphoria wash over me as I come undone. My arousal leaking around his dick.

Not long after he finishes inside of me and pulls out. We both sit breathlessly, “that was.. fucking amazing.” I breathe out harshly, “Can I have my panties back?” I ask him as I grab my sweatpants off of the car floor, “I think I’ll keep them, as a souvenir.” He smirks as he gets his boxers and jeans back on. “You weirdo.” I tease him and slide my sweatpants on without underwear underneath.

We get back into the front seats and he gives me the aux, I put on some random playlist on shuffle. He stuffs my panties into his pocket before we put our seatbelts on and he drives off. “Do you wanna come to mine? Just for food or something.” Matt asks me, “Yeah of course, is Chris gonna be there?” I whisper his name.

“Probably not, Chris did say he was going out somewhere.” Matt replies, “okay yeah I’ll come.”

We get to his house and Matt pulls in the driveway before we get out the car and enter the house. It’s quiet, except for faint music coming from upstairs. I look to Matt, “Nick probably.” He answers, we walk to the kitchen and I sit on the barstool. “Do you want a soda?” Matt opens the fridge, “yeah sure what do you have?” I lean on the counter to look in the fridge, my ass in the air.

“We have Pepsi and..” Matt gets cut off, “That’s a nice view.” Chris. He walks up from the hallway behind, I sit back down and turn to him, my face red. He’s wearing a black wifebeater vest and grey sweats holding an empty glass, Matt stands up and closes the fridge. “What ya doing?” Chris asks as he walks up next to Matt, “nothing important.”

“What’s this?” Chris pulls my panties out of the pocket of Matts jeans. He looks at me, tilting his head. “Oh.” Is all that he says. He chuckles but I can tell he’s pissed off.

“I just..” I try to explain but Chris scoffs loudly, “Oh shut it y/n.” He puts his glass down and slams his hands on the counter infront of me, I flinch. “What happened to ‘Matt is a dick’ and all that bullshit?” He leans in further. “Hm?” He looks angry. “I don’t know.” I mumble. I look over, Matt is smiling slightly?

Chris turns to Matt, “I don’t know what your problem is. This is just a competition to you isn’t it?” Chris shoves Matt backwards into the fridge door. “Calm down.” Matt replies to Chris who just turns around, “Calm down? I can’t fucking calm down right now Matt.” He walks over to me, “you’re a selfish bitch.” He points his finger in my face.

“It was going well, I thought you actually gave a fuck.” He scoffs, “I do Chris..” I try to speak again, “If you did then why did you go back to him?” It’s a valid question, I don’t know. “Maybe she prefers me.” Matt stupidly pipes up. Chris picks the glass that he put down and he throws it at the cabinet next to Matt.

It smashes and the glass flies everywhere. I get off the stool and step back, “Chris stop..” I thought I’d be scared of him. “It was a joke just stop being so childish.” Matt retorts to Chris, “I’m not fucking laughing.” He speaks more calmly, his eyes look watery. “I’ll clean that up.” He spoke quietly, pointing at the shattered glass on the floor.

“While you’re at it clean your act up too hm?” Matt smirks, he’s making this worse. “I’ll be cleaning your fucking blood off the wall if you don’t shut the fuck up.” Chris yells. “Your acting all tough but I don’t think she knows about you know what.” Chris points at me, Matts eyes widen.

“What?” I’m confused, “What was her name again? Kelly?” Chris asks Matt, Matt looks nervous. Kelly the new girl? What are they talking about. “Yeah that was it, that was strange when she was here wasn’t it.” Chris hisses.

She was here? “I think that was the night after y/n was here the first time right? The night you upset her and I was the only person who comforted her right?” Chris walks even closer to Matt. “What is he talking about?” I ask Matt because I feel like I know what went on I just wanna hear it from him.

“He was ‘helping her catch up with the work’ or something, what was your excuse again?” Chris turns to Matt who’s face is bright red, Matt looks at me, “Matt what the fuck is he talking about?” I raise my voice to him.

“I.. Kelly wanted to get caught up with the class work, that’s all I promise you y/n.” He pleads with me, “The thing is, you don’t teach biology so there was no need for your dick to be out.” Chris chuckles, Matts expression shows me everything I need to know, he’s a fucking liar. “I have every right to report you to the college.” Chris smirks at Matt.

“You’d lose your job too asshole.” Matt growls back at him, “yeah but I don’t need that job, I got it just to try it out.” Chris grabs the brush and pan and starts to sweep up the glass. “Fuck you.” Matt grabs his car keys and walks out of the house.

I feel tears run down my eyes as I stand there in shock, the day after he refused to kiss me he had Kelly here and his dick out? What the fuck. “You good?” Chris stands up and looks at me, his expression shifting to concern as he notices the tears rolling down my face.

“I’m so sorry.” He apologises.

A/n: guys…. Heheh Hehehe smut with Matt hehehe but the angst is wilding out. Chris is my baby girl😖 bro I have so many ideas for new series’ and I just wanna write a new series rn (pbviously continuing this one as it’ll only have like 2 parts left I think!

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pretty | matt sturniolo

contents: established relationship; handjob (m receiving); praising; use of “y/n”; sub!matt

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notes: i woke up insanely horny and ive been thinking about matt all week and how much i want to take care of him, praise him, give all the love and care he needs :( it’s a really short one but i hope you enjoy - not proofread as usual, also i made a pinned post so yall might wanna check it out ♡

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“y/n” i heard matt calling, snapping me out of my thoughts. we were laying down on the couch, my head resting on his shoulder as we scrolled mindlessly on our phones “do you think i’m pretty?”

“what?” i said, completely caught off guard. “what do you mean matt?”

“like… i know i’m not the funniest or smartest guy but i always thought i was good looking” he started, locking his phone screen and tossing it away “but you know what i’m talking about, you saw it didn’t you?”

of course i did - and he was right being beyond pissed by it.

“babe, you are the funniest and the smartest guy i know” i moved myself, now being able to fully face him as i cupped his cheeks, a pout appearing on matt’s lips. “you’re also the toughest” i said, kissing him playfully as he giggled.

“the strongest…” i whispered in his ear, my fingertips traveling through his neck “the hottest” i couldn’t help but kissing his jaw as i said it, his growing beard tickling my skin. “you’re the most handsome, babe”

“you want me to show how pretty you are?” i finally stopped the kisses, my left hand pressing on his tummy under the white shirt he was wearing. my digits kept on running down matt’s body, caressing every inch of skin i could get.

“you don’t have to” he smiled, putting a strand of hair behind my ear and fixing the mess my hair was after spending the whole night against the couch. “don’t be silly”

“i’m not!” i frowned my eyebrows and widened my eyes, staring at him before landing by his waistband, tent starting to show on his pants.

“and i dont think this guy think it’s silly, does he?” i joked about how sensitive matt was, getting worked up from the slightest praise. he rolled his eyes, pretending not to notice.

“shall we take this off?” i asked, tugging the cloth away. matt’s attitude broke down in a second, nodding eagerly as he lift his hips, allowing me to pull his pants down. with his half-hard cock exposed, i then touched the hem of his shirt, silently asking for permission.

matt quickly understood and removed his last piece of clothing, totally naked. i smiled before kissing him, matt’s embarrassment completely washing away and being replaced by desperation. his palms met my covered breasts, massaging it before i pulled away from the kiss, my lips focused on marking his neck. i could hear matt’s breathing getting heavier, grip on my boobs getting stronger.

“yes, good boy” i cooed, receiving a muffled groan in response. “huh? what is it baby, you like being my good boy?”

“y-yeah, fuck” matt said, covering his eyes with his forearm, once again getting shy. i gently removed it, making him look at me in the eyes.

“look at this, how pretty you are, hm?” i said, now staring at his full hard-on, matt’s dick almost slapping on his belly “i love your tattoos, have i told you that?” i tried to distract him while my hand brushed over his cock, barely touching it. “makes you look even tougher”

“i’m not tough- ah!” he whined as i cupped his balls, slightly caressing them.

“i can tell, babe” i giggled, “can i?”

“please” he begged, puppy eyes watering “touch me, please”

“how can you say you’re not pretty? i want you to keep looking, babe. be a good boy for me alright?” i commanded, my fingers wrapping around matt’s length, slowly starting to pump him. “look at your cock, i cant barely close my fist, you’re so big” i kissed his collarbones as i praised him, making sure he kept his eyes on my hand jerking him off. matt twitched inside my fist, holding his hips from bucking forward.

“love that huge cock inside of me matt, you stretch me so well” i moved thumb to his tip, pre-cum leaking from his slit as i circled it. “oh, you’re already leaking?” i said, seeing how wet he was just from me fastening my pace.

“shit y/n i’m sorry i-” i shushed him, “shhh, i don’t wanna hear anything other than your moans”. matt gave up on trying to hold his sounds, lower lip finally getting a break after being bitten for the last ten minutes. his free hand went to my thigh, nails digging strong into my skin. his whines turned to whimpers, spasms taking over his body.

“what is it babe? wanna cum?” i asked, “i will only let you if you repeat what i say” he turned his head aside, looking at me eagerly. “i’m pretty”.

“y/n… c’mon, f-fuck” matt rolled his eyes, embarrassment preventing him to speak out loud. i gradually stopped the movements with my hand - matt knew he had to say it if he wanted to cum. “i-im… pretty”

“i’m so strong” i started pumping him once again, tightening my grip around his length.

“i’m so strong” matt repeated, not so shy anymore. “what else are you baby?”

“i’m… handsome” it sounded like a question, as if he wanted me to reassure he was right. “and i’m… a good boy”.

“yes, yes you are, sweetie” i cooed, knowing his aching cock wasn’t gonna let him form any other sentences. “gonna cum for me?”

“can i? please?” i clenched my eyes, letting him speak. “please c-cum for you, need it so bad”. i nodded and heard his whimpers as he finally relaxed his body, white ropes of cum from his release covering my fist and his lower belly, matt’s chest rising as he panted heavily. i finally got back to my former position, head resting on his shoulder as matt came back to his senses and i kept on praising him on how good he was.

“you did so good for me”

“thank you” matt said under his breath, a smiling finally appearing on his blushed face. “am i really everything you said? even the funniest?” he giggled, soon hovering his arm over my shoulder, grabbing me on a hug as i made myself comfortable in his embrace.

“yes you are, matthew!” i rolled my eyes before giving in and laughing with him, relieved that the only thing my boy needed was a reminder on how pretty he was.

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pretty | matt sturniolo

contents: established relationship; handjob (m receiving); praising; use of “y/n”; sub!matt

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notes: i woke up insanely horny and ive been thinking about matt all week and how much i want to take care of him, praise him, give all the love and care he needs :( it’s a really short one but i hope you enjoy - not proofread as usual, also i made a pinned post so yall might wanna check it out ♡

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“y/n” i heard matt calling, snapping me out of my thoughts. we were laying down on the couch, my head resting on his shoulder as we scrolled mindlessly on our phones “do you think i’m pretty?”

“what?” i said, completely caught off guard. “what do you mean matt?”

“like… i know i’m not the funniest or smartest guy but i always thought i was good looking” he started, locking his phone screen and tossing it away “but you know what i’m talking about, you saw it didn’t you?”

of course i did - and he was right being beyond pissed by it.

“babe, you are the funniest and the smartest guy i know” i moved myself, now being able to fully face him as i cupped his cheeks, a pout appearing on matt’s lips. “you’re also the toughest” i said, kissing him playfully as he giggled.

“the strongest…” i whispered in his ear, my fingertips traveling through his neck “the hottest” i couldn’t help but kissing his jaw as i said it, his growing beard tickling my skin. “you’re the most handsome, babe”

“you want me to show how pretty you are?” i finally stopped the kisses, my left hand pressing on his tummy under the white shirt he was wearing. my digits kept on running down matt’s body, caressing every inch of skin i could get.

“you don’t have to” he smiled, putting a strand of hair behind my ear and fixing the mess my hair was after spending the whole night against the couch. “don’t be silly”

“i’m not!” i frowned my eyebrows and widened my eyes, staring at him before landing by his waistband, tent starting to show on his pants.

“and i dont think this guy think it’s silly, does he?” i joked about how sensitive matt was, getting worked up from the slightest praise. he rolled his eyes, pretending not to notice.

“shall we take this off?” i asked, tugging the cloth away. matt’s attitude broke down in a second, nodding eagerly as he lift his hips, allowing me to pull his pants down. with his half-hard cock exposed, i then touched the hem of his shirt, silently asking for permission.

matt quickly understood and removed his last piece of clothing, totally naked. i smiled before kissing him, matt’s embarrassment completely washing away and being replaced by desperation. his palms met my covered breasts, massaging it before i pulled away from the kiss, my lips focused on marking his neck. i could hear matt’s breathing getting heavier, grip on my boobs getting stronger.

“yes, good boy” i cooed, receiving a muffled groan in response. “huh? what is it baby, you like being my good boy?”

“y-yeah, fuck” matt said, covering his eyes with his forearm, once again getting shy. i gently removed it, making him look at me in the eyes.

“look at this, how pretty you are, hm?” i said, now staring at his full hard-on, matt’s dick almost slapping on his belly “i love your tattoos, have i told you that?” i tried to distract him while my hand brushed over his cock, barely touching it. “makes you look even tougher”

“i’m not tough- ah!” he whined as i cupped his balls, slightly caressing them.

“i can tell, babe” i giggled, “can i?”

“please” he begged, puppy eyes watering “touch me, please”

“how can you say you’re not pretty? i want you to keep looking, babe. be a good boy for me alright?” i commanded, my fingers wrapping around matt’s length, slowly starting to pump him. “look at your cock, i cant barely close my fist, you’re so big” i kissed his collarbones as i praised him, making sure he kept his eyes on my hand jerking him off. matt twitched inside my fist, holding his hips from bucking forward.

“love that huge cock inside of me matt, you stretch me so well” i moved thumb to his tip, pre-cum leaking from his slit as i circled it. “oh, you’re already leaking?” i said, seeing how wet he was just from me fastening my pace.

“shit y/n i’m sorry i-” i shushed him, “shhh, i don’t wanna hear anything other than your moans”. matt gave up on trying to hold his sounds, lower lip finally getting a break after being bitten for the last ten minutes. his free hand went to my thigh, nails digging strong into my skin. his whines turned to whimpers, spasms taking over his body.

“what is it babe? wanna cum?” i asked, “i will only let you if you repeat what i say” he turned his head aside, looking at me eagerly. “i’m pretty”.

“y/n… c’mon, f-fuck” matt rolled his eyes, embarrassment preventing him to speak out loud. i gradually stopped the movements with my hand - matt knew he had to say it if he wanted to cum. “i-im… pretty”

“i’m so strong” i started pumping him once again, tightening my grip around his length.

“i’m so strong” matt repeated, not so shy anymore. “what else are you baby?”

“i’m… handsome” it sounded like a question, as if he wanted me to reassure he was right. “and i’m… a good boy”.

“yes, yes you are, sweetie” i cooed, knowing his aching cock wasn’t gonna let him form any other sentences. “gonna cum for me?”

“can i? please?” i clenched my eyes, letting him speak. “please c-cum for you, need it so bad”. i nodded and heard his whimpers as he finally relaxed his body, white ropes of cum from his release covering my fist and his lower belly, matt’s chest rising as he panted heavily. i finally got back to my former position, head resting on his shoulder as matt came back to his senses and i kept on praising him on how good he was.

“you did so good for me”

“thank you” matt said under his breath, a smiling finally appearing on his blushed face. “am i really everything you said? even the funniest?” he giggled, soon hovering his arm over my shoulder, grabbing me on a hug as i made myself comfortable in his embrace.

“yes you are, matthew!” i rolled my eyes before giving in and laughing with him, relieved that the only thing my boy needed was a reminder on how pretty he was.

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wip ☝️ if anyone wants a tag lmk :3 kind of a 600 fllwrs thank u type thing

[flamethrower313]

matt with long hair omlll

i desperately need him to grow out the back of his hair he would look so damn good

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bruh i made chatgpt write a mattxreader romance story, and its cringey but kind of adorable.

In the heart of Boston, amidst its bustling streets and rich history, you found yourself drawn to a quaint coffee shop nestled in a quiet corner of the city. The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of conversation created an inviting atmosphere. You settled into your favorite corner, a cozy nook by the window, where you often lost yourself in the pages of a good book.

One rainy afternoon, as you sipped your latte and turned the pages of your latest read, the doorbell chimed, signaling the arrival of a new customer. You glanced up briefly and saw him—Matt Sturniolo. He looked different from the images you had seen online, more real and approachable, with a genuine smile that lit up his face. He shook off the raindrops from his jacket and scanned the room, his eyes eventually landing on the empty seat across from you.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice warm and friendly.

You nodded, trying to hide your surprise and excitement. "Not at all. Please, have a seat."

As he settled into the chair, the two of you exchanged pleasantries. Conversation flowed naturally, and you found yourself laughing and sharing stories as if you were old friends. Matt's easygoing nature and genuine interest in your thoughts made you feel at ease. He told you about his love for music, his adventures with his brothers, and his dreams for the future.

Over the next few weeks, your chance encounter blossomed into a beautiful friendship. Matt would often text you, inviting you to explore hidden gems in the city or simply to grab a coffee and chat. You discovered that you shared a love for spontaneous adventures and a mutual appreciation for the simple joys in life.

One evening, as the sun set over the Charles River, casting a golden hue over the water, Matt took you to a secluded spot by the riverbank. The city seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a world of your own. He took your hand, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"I've been wanting to tell you something," he began, his eyes searching yours. "Meeting you has been the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. You make everything better, brighter. I think I'm falling for you."

Your heart raced as his words sank in. You squeezed his hand, a smile spreading across your face. "I feel the same way, Matt. You've brought so much joy into my life. I never thought I'd find someone like you."

Under the starlit sky, Matt pulled you into a tender embrace, his lips brushing against yours in a sweet, heartfelt kiss. It was a moment of pure magic, a promise of the beautiful journey that lay ahead.

From that day on, your relationship with Matt deepened. Every date, every shared laugh, and every whispered secret brought you closer. You became each other's confidants, cheerleaders, and partners in crime. The love that blossomed between you was genuine and unwavering, a testament to the serendipity of that rainy afternoon in a Boston coffee shop.

Years later, as you both stood in the same spot by the Charles River, Matt got down on one knee, a ring in his hand and love in his eyes. "Will you marry me?" he asked, his voice filled with hope and devotion.

With tears of joy streaming down your face, you nodded. "Yes, Matt. A thousand times yes."

And so, your love story, which began with a chance meeting on a rainy day, became a lifelong adventure filled with love, laughter, and countless beautiful memories.

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AHH

‘RAW’ — MATTHEW STURNIOLO

pairing. matthew sturniolo x fem!reader genre. smut, established relationship au.

word count. 3.5k

❝so, i can just slide right in, feel you… fill you up…❞

content warnings. explicit content, starts with sweet!matt then spirals to pussy drunk!matt, unprotected sex, creampie, heavy use of the petnames 'sweetheart' and 'baby', dirty talking, matt is also kinda goofy in this.

“I’ve missed you.” Matt mouths at your skin, his arms tight around your waist as he pulls you against his chest, breathing in the scent of your body wash and perfume as he nuzzles his head into the crevice of your neck.

You smile warmly, melting into his embrace as your fingers lace through his curls and he hums at the soft tugs you give, sucking and nipping at the spot where your neck and shoulder meet.

“Ow,” You hiss through giggles as Matt bites down a little too hard at your skin and your body angles away from him, only for him to whine and try to draw you back to him, muttering an apology against your neck as he tightens his hold on you. “We can’t stand here all day, Matt.”

Matt huffs as if what you’ve said is something so offensive that hurts his feelings, and his shoulders sag as he reluctantly lets you go, but slips his hand into your own instead, intertwining your fingers as he allows you to pull him to a more suitable place than your front door.

He drags his sock covered feet across the floorboards as he takes in your home, a comforting warmth spreads through his chest.

Matt misses being at your place; that sweet, familiar smell of a candle that was previously burning fills his senses, the hum of the TV playing your favourite show in the background, the subtle misplaced ornaments and potted plants that you’ve picked up to move or to admire. 

He takes a quick glance at your kitchen as he passes it, noticing a dish and bowl soaking in soapy water, and he smiles when knowing you have eaten already. He wonders if it was something delicious or filling for you. 

He wants to ask what it could’ve been, but the question remains on the tip of his tongue as you’re pulling him towards the direction of your bedroom.

And that’s when he feels most at home.

The bag that was once resting on his shoulders slumps to the ground and mindlessly kicked to the side as his body finally relaxes, the tiredness that he’s so used to pushing to the back of his mind comes front and centre as he sluggishly makes his way towards the unmade bed, sitting himself down on the edge. 

The hand that’s holding yours pulls you forward to stand between his parted legs, and he rests his cheek on your stomach as he embraces you like he once did a few minutes prior, exhaling happily as your fingers resume playing with his curly hair. 

“How was the trip?”

“Good,” Matt’s tone is quiet and gentle. “Nick was actin’ as our tour guide and was takin’ us to all these cool places,” He moves his head a little to look up at you, resting his chin on your stomach. “I took some pictures for you—ones I haven’t sent you yet.”

You’re more than eager to see what pictures Matt wants to show you, and you gentle push him up the bed for him to lay comfortably and he giggles, reaching his hand into his pocket to retrieve his phone while his arm curls around you, holding you close to his side and pressing his lips to the top of your head, finding comfort in the scent of your shampoo. 

He unlocks his phone, clicks the camera roll app and your eyes widen in excitement at seeing all the recent photos Matt failed to show you previously. 

You’re in awe watching him scroll through the photos; some of him and his brothers, amateur photoshoots, and the scenery and the colours of skies leaves you speechless, hanging onto every word as he tells you the story behind them all, some comical and others sweet and endearing. 

“Seein’ this one, like, reminded me of you, y’know,” He whispers against your head as he shows you a picture of a sunset, a blend of pinks and oranges making your heart flutter. “It’s pretty—calmin’, makes me feel at ease. It made me miss you even more than I already did, was killin’ me.”

“You called me every night.” You remind him, letting out a laugh as he groans and rolls his eyes, throwing his phone to the side before gripping your hips and pulling your body on top of his. He massages your thighs with his fingers, kneading the skin as they settle on each of his sides.

“You know it’s not the same,” Matt argues, tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “I love hearin’ your voice over the phone but, come on, havin’ you there with me physically means more to me. I get to hold you, I get to touch you… I get to kiss you.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Matt hums with a short nod of his head before he lifts his head up to meet your lips in a short but sweet kiss, squeezing your thighs once you reciprocate and he grins against your lips when he feels your hands cradle his cheeks. 

Then, you feel it.

His hard cock pressing your inner thigh, twitching with each subtle movement of your hips as you rest your entire weight down on him, eliciting a grunt due to the pressure on his cock.

“Are you tired?” You pull away from his lips to ask him, biting back the smile that threatens to spread across your cheeks as Matt follows, wanting your mouth back on his. 

“A bit,” He admits, exhaling deeply. “But I don’t care. Just wan’ you.”

Warmth fills your chest, “You want me?”

“Yeah, bad. So bad.”

You don’t have time to swoon over his words as he’s already leaning up and reconnecting your lips in a much deeper kiss, biting down on your bottom lip and sliding his tongue into your mouth to glide across your own all while his hands sip around to grab at your ass, pulling you even closer so that you’re pressed against him fully. 

You kiss for a while, relishing in the way his lips feel on yours, familiar with the slow and unrushed pace he takes. Your hand curls around the front of his shirt, signalling for him to take it off immediately and he grins against your mouth, breaking the kiss for a moment to allow you to pull the material over his head. 

He gives you a toothy smile, his eyes twinkling with adoration as he stares up at you and his fingers twitch over the hem of your shirt, ready to take it off and you happily give him permission to do so, raising your arms in the air.

Matt tugs it off, throwing it carelessly to the side before his hands caress your skin, palms hot and clammy as he brings you in for another kiss, one that is more desperate and needy.

Matt’s moaning shamelessly into your mouth when your hands dip beneath the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, your fist curling around his cock and giving him a few experimental pumps that has him almost draw blood on your lip when he bites down a little too hard. 

“Easy.” You hum with a giggle and Matt groans, craning his neck as he throws his head back against the pillows, tongue licking his bottom lip as your hand squeezes around his cock.

He lifts his hips as you begin to rid him of the rest of his clothing, and you awkwardly manoeuvre above him, laughing as you almost topple over but you remain seated thanks for the hold he has on your hips. 

“You go easy, sweetheart.” Matt teases you this time and you roll your eyes.

You drop your hands from his to finally peel off the rest of your own clothes and he watches you with hooded lids, one hand resting behind his head with the other wraps around his cock to jerk himself off as he takes in the sight of your naked body—something he’s seen plenty times before but he views it as if it’s the first time, absorbing himself in your curves, the swell of your breasts and your pretty pussy. 

You raise a brow, “Like what you see.”

Matt grins, “Always.”

You get a little shy at his compliment but continue to lean forwards to capture his lips in a kiss which he immediately reciprocates, his hand resting on the back of your neck to keep you still against his lips, and he moans as your tongue slips inside his mouth to touch his own. 

He’s still touching himself between your bodies, hips fucking up into his fist and gasping in your mouth when the tip grazes over your skin, the sensitivity sending goosebumps down his spine.

You pull away from his lips much to his dismay, and he tries to pull you back in but falters when he sees you making your way down his body, leaving a trail of kisses behind which makes him moan again, his mouth falling slack as he feels your tongue lick a clean stripe down his navel.

Your fingers brush over his inner thighs, smiling when his cock twitches against his stomach. You stroke further and further up his skin before your fingers grip his cock, hearing the slight hiss he makes through gritted teeth. 

You hum softly, leaning in closer to wrap your lips around his tip. 

“Ah—fuck, wait!” Matt suddenly speaks up and you stop in surprise, bringing your gaze up from his cock to his face, and he reaches his hand down to touch your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin. He looks like he’s in pain, but he explains; “I’ll cum too quickly if you suck my cock, seriously. I will cum the second I feel your tongue on me again.”

That makes you even more eager to shove his cock down your throat, and you tighten your fingers around the base which elicits a gasp from his lips. “I don’t mind.”

“But I do,” Matt weakly pushes your hand away, and his cock slaps back against his stomach. His hips jerk upwards at the sudden contact, “Oh fuck—sweetheart, I’ve been waitin’ for this for so long. I want to cum fuckin’ you—please, I just—” Matt winces as his hand comes down to cup his balls, almost as if he’s trying to stop himself from cumming right then and there from his own words. “I wan’ to fuck you, baby.”

You would awe at the sight if it wasn’t for the way he’s looking at you right now, so desperate and needy to be inside of you, and you’re more than welcome to give him exactly what he wants as you nod your head quickly, watching as his shoulders drop with a relieved sigh. 

Matt gently pushes you down on the bed to crawl above you, kneeling between your parted thighs and he almost drools at the sight of your pussy, glistening and ready for him to fuck.

He’s quick to lean over to yank open the drawers of your nightstands, digging his hand inside to search around for the box of condoms he knows you have ready for him when he’s over. 

Matt pulls out the box and leans back on his ankles as he dips his hand inside, and you wait patiently for him to pull out the packet and roll it onto his cock, but the way his body freezes in place and face drops, you know something is wrong. 

You grow concerned, leaning up on your elbows as you call out his name, “Matt?”

“No, no, no—fuck no,” Matt mumbles repeatedly under his breath as he turns the box upside down and shakes aggressively, praying that a condom will magically appear out of thin air and lay across the palm of his hand, but it remains empty. “Fuuuck, you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me.”

You gape at him in shock, “There’s no condoms left?”

“There’s no condoms left.” Matt echoes your words, and he throws the empty box down on the bed. 

He runs his hand over his face in annoyance, tears of frustration prickling at his eyes. You watch as his eyebrows knit together, how his jaw clenches and nostrils flare in anger. It was a sight you’re definitely not used to seeing, but it’s something that has your thighs clenching for some sort of friction below. 

“Hey… it’s okay,” You try to reassure him as his cheeks get a little red, and you reach up to stoke his arm. “We must’ve used the last one before you left for your trip without knowing.”

“I should’ve been prepared or somethin’, like, I should’ve bought a pack before coming here—I shouldn’t have relied on you to have the condoms but, fuck, I was just so fuckin’ excited to see my girlfriend that I didn’t even think about—”

“Baby, it’s okay.” You try to cut off his rambling by reassuring him again, but it seems to not work as he continues. 

“And now we have nothin’ and I’m just—” His hands wave over his hard cock comically, and you hold back a snort, watching as he runs his fingers through his hair with a sigh. “A’ight, I should just, like, make you cum on my tongue, and then I’m goin’ to jerk off in the—”

“No!” You raise your voice this time, startling Matt who stares at you with wide eyes, and you immediately apologise. “I’m sorry—sorry, baby. But.. you don’t need to do that, it’s okay.”

“Then what are we goin’ to do?” He questions with a whiny tone that has your head reeling and pussy begging to be fucked. The way he’s staring at you so desperately and in pain is enough for you to come up with an idea. 

“How about we just do it raw this time?”

Matt’s silent. 

He blinks.

He opens his mouth.

He closes it.

He blinks again. 

“Raw? Like, without a condom?” 

“Yes.”

“Sweetheart…” Matt sighs softly as his hands rub your thighs, “We can’t do that. We can’t risk anything, y’know, and even though I’m certain I’m goin’ to spend the rest of my fuckin’ life with you and start a family… we really can’t risk it. It’s too soon, and we’re both not ready for that shit either.”

You frown, “I know that. But nothing will happen, I promise. I’m on the pill.”

Matt’s silent again. 

He blinks.

He opens his mouth to croak out, “What?”

“I’ve been on the pill for a few months,” You tell him nonchalantly, and he looks at you as if you’ve kept such a big secret away from him. “Remember that night when the condom broke and we panicked?” Matt nods his head once. “I went on the pill the day after that. I didn’t want us to have another scare or anything.”

“You’ve been on the pill… for five months?” Matt asks you, and you hum to confirm it’s true. He gapes in shock, and his gaze flits down to your pussy in disbelief. “We could’ve done this five months ago?”

You struggle to hold back a laugh this time, the sound stifled by your lips. “Yes.”

“So, I can just…” Matt’s voice trails off as he shuffles forward, the tip of his cock brushing over your folds and you gasp as he presses over your clit, your thighs clamping around his hips. “I can just slide right in, feel you… fill you up…”

He’s mumbling now, some words incoherent while others are clear as day, his lewdness making your face hot. His cock nudges your opening, almost teasing you by not fucking you immediately and you bite back the urge to tell him to hurry it up.

You suck in a deep breath as Matt finally pushes into you, and his eyes grow wide, mouth slack as he feels the warmth of your walls fit snugly around his cock. His body is frozen above you, his cock pulsing as he feels you bare for the first time.

His eyes flit to yours and suddenly, his gaze darkens, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your waist.

You go to call out his name, to ask him if he’s alright but a surprised yelp flees past your lips as his hips snap forwards, burying himself deep inside your pussy. Your arms sling around his shoulders, gripping him tightly as he pants above you.

“Feels so fuckin’ good, baby,” Matt grunts under his breath, fucking himself into your deeper and you wail, locking your legs around his waist. “Feel so tight. All for me—yeah. Jus’ for me. So fuckin’ good. My pretty fuckin’ girl and her perfect pussy.”

You try to speak—to call out his name but you’re stuttering your words with each thrust. The bed creaks beneath your bodies, and the headboard hits against the wall, but you could care less about the noise, you’re too surprised to see the sudden change in your boyfriend's mood.

His tone and his words is enough to have you gaping at him, broken moans ripping through your throat at how fucking filthy he sounds, how he uncontrollably mutters how good your cunt fits snug around his cock and how we you are for him.

You’re not used to this.

You’re used to the sweet talk, the light feathery kisses he leaves on your skin in his path, the words of affectionate praises and gentle whispers of ‘i love yous’.

You’re not complaining, though. Never.

Seeing Matt’s switch up from fucking you raw for the first time has your mind spinning and electricity buzzing down your spine. Your fingernails dig further into his shoulder blades and your pussy clamps around his cock tightly, causing him to curse loudly.

“Fuck—that’s it. That’s it, sweetheart. Tight lil’ cunt squeezin’ me so fuckin’ good,” Matt whispers in your ear, almost sounding like a whine. “My girl. My fuckin’ girl.”

“Please,” You begin to beg, even though you have no idea what you’re begging for. “Please, please, please—”

“Gonna fill you up, fuck you full of my cum,” Matt drawls, his pace quickening as his cock drills into you, and his hands grip your waist tighter when he hears you moan for him. “You wan’ that? Yeah? Wan’ me to fill you up? Fuck this cunt full?”

You’re already letting yourself go just from his words alone, your orgasm crashing over you like an aggressive wave and your body seizes up, almost sobbing from the pleasure as he fucks you through it, thumbing at your clit without any signs of stopping.

Your pussy contracts around his cock, sucking him in deeper, squeezing around him tighter which causes his hips to stutter their movements, a grunt slipping past his lips before he leans back on his knees. His hands slide down your waist to grip your thighs, keeping you locked against him as he watches your cunt taking in his cock, ready to be filled.

“Good girl… keep doin’ that f’me. Feels so good, sweetheart.” Matt’s moaning under his breath, airy moans turning into whines as he feels your walls tighten around him, too overwhelmed by the feeling that he suddenly stills, a throating groan leaving his lips as he cums, filling you up just as planned.

Matt’s breathing heavily, mesmerised with the way he’s emptying himself inside you, watching as his cock twitches as his cum fills you up. He doesn’t pull away until he’s certain that there’s nothing else left to give, and he winces out of sensitivity as he slowly moves back to pull out, his cock laying limp against his thigh.

“What was that?” You breathe out heavily as you lean up on your elbows to look at him. “Where did that come from?”

“I dunno,” Matt mumbles, his cheeks blossoming a reddish hue as he refuses to meet your eyes—that shy and sweet persona falling back into place. He can’t seem to tear his gaze away from your pussy, his lips parted as his fingers delicately stroke your pussy folds. “Was I too much, though?”

“No,” You quickly shake your head to reassure him. “I liked it.”

“Yeah? You did?” Matt finally meets your gaze and you smile at him as you nod your head this time. Matt sheepishly grins back and his eyes flit back down to his fingers that circle around your hole that leaks with his cum, and he makes the sudden decision to push it all back in, causing you to gasp and whine softly. “Sorry… jus’ don’t want anythin’ to go to waste.”

You laugh lightly at his words, “Go to waste?”

“Mm,” Matt nods his head, retracting his hand and staring at the cum that covers his fingers, that dark expression taking over once again as he looks right at you. “I’m never wearin’ a condom again… y’know that right?”

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