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l0s3rhaha · 9 days ago

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• . ⋮ TUTOR!MATT x BRATTY!READER introduction .ᐟ ֹ ₊

— a tutor!matt x bratty!reader moodboard

BRATTY!READER ۶ৎ ... who is a brat. a big one. she starts whining and pouting when things doesn't go her way, which they definitely do in most cases. she's quite intimidating, hence her bratty and snappy attitude. it doesn't take much to rile her up, and she's not the most fun to be around when she's in a bad mood.

BRATTY!READER ۶ৎ ... who despite being unreasonably mean, is the biggest softie when she's around her friends and family. she loves them more than anything, and wouldn't trade any of them for the world.. which is why it's so strange for people around campus to see matt follow you around like a lost puppy, and even more bizarre, you let him. if it was anyone else, they'd be shamefully walking the other way.

BRATTY!READER ۶ৎ ... who got into the school she and matt goes to, just from pleading her father. there's no way she'd get into the school without that, her grades a little too low. which she hadn't considered, because now she has to maintain those few good grades she has... hence why she's now stuck with matt, the tutor. the first few times he was tutoring her, she was literally falling off her chair of boredom, but quickly grew fond of him after he started memorizing her coffee order - it was a tiny thing, but it meant the world to her.

BRATTY!READER ۶ৎ ... who rarely cuts matt any slack, always calling or texting him whenever she needs the help. she’s aware he's a little nerdy and introverted, so he can't be doing anything more important than seeing his girlfriend. at first, these little study session start off innocent enough, before she decides he looks too good in his little button-up and glasses, that she's gotta do something about it. and in no longer than a few moments, his head is thrown back against the headboard of her bed, hands gripping her waist as she rides the life out of him.

TUTOR!MATT ۶ৎ ... who's not scared to put her in her place. sure, she's a little whiny, but she's all bark no bite. most the time he doesn't say anything - he loves seeing her riled up, and then turn soft on him a couple moments later.

TUTOR!MATT ۶ৎ ... who worked his ass off to get into this school. the first time he saw bratty!reader, he nearly hated her for getting in without even trying. it was all he could think about when tutoring her, realizing he was tutoring because she got her way into the college, while he was spending restless nights studying - everything went the way you wanted it.. but after getting to tutor her for a few weeks, he grew such a huge soft spot for her, basically thanking the lords that her father paid her way in.

TUTOR!MATT ۶ৎ ... who is a huge brainiac, the top of most his classes, and plans on keeping that as it is. he easily tutors bratty!reader, basically like a second teacher to her - it's always endearing to watch her try to comprehend the boring stuff she's learning, intently watching her tits subconsciously being pressed up in the tiny tank top she's wearing, and then look away when she catches him, acting like nothing happened at all while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he turns pink.

TUTOR!MATT ۶ৎ ... who loves to comfort bratty!reader. she rarely shows much emotion to anyone other than her friends, so when the facade is finally let down and she hurries her way to his dorm after school, he doesn't hesitate for a second when she throws her arms around his neck, needing to let the bottled up emotions out. and he hates seeing his adorable girl upset, but definitely gets a little turned on, seeing the pretty tears ruin her pretty face.

MASTERLIST

۶ৎ bratty!reader teaching tutor!matt a little lesson after he ignored her very clear signs while studying 𓂃 ֹ genre,,smut

۶ৎ tutor!matt x bratty!reader headcanons 𓂃 ֹ genre,,fluff

۶ৎ bratty!reader tries to take control in the bedroom.. but tutor!matt isn't having it 𓂃 ֹ genre,,smut

۶ৎ tutor!matt and bratty!reader making out, when really they should be at a party 𓂃 ֹ genre,,fluff + suggestive

۶ৎ bratty!reader taking tutor!matt's virginity 𓂃 ֹ genre,,smut

۶ৎ spank the attitude out 𓂃 ֹ genre,,smut

۶ৎ tutor!matt and bratty!reader's kinks 𓂃 ֹ genre,,smut

۶ৎ bratty!reader helping tutor!matt relieve some stress 𓂃 ֹ genre,,smut

۶ৎ tutor!matt gets his first handjob 𓂃 ֹ genre,,smut

taglist: @jetaimevous @missmimii @mattscoquette @pearlzier @witchofthehour @elizasturn @loveparqdise @delilahsturniolo @phone4pills @sturnsmia @hearts4werka @cayleeuhithinknott @strnilolover @coffeeobsesssed @lovergirl4gracieabrams @ifwdominicfike

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l0s3rhaha · 9 days ago

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Why does he look so innocent and subby 😂😩

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l0s3rhaha · 10 days ago

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Can’t find all the clips rn but…i’m feral at the moment so here’s this:

tag list🛌

@definitelynotdomanique @delilahsturniolo @lyingonchris @matthewssangel @mattsweethart @mattsweethrt @mattspillowprincess @bernardmatthews @beardedbernard @bluestriips @billieslittlecumslut @bernardsbendystraws @alesturniolos @salaciousxsturniolo @seeing-stars-today @stvni0l0 @sturnsbambi @sturnispider @passionfruitchris @pair-of-pantaloons @chrissonnyangel @chrisbratt333 @chrepsi @chrismalfoy @chrepsi @ellbowmacaroni @eeyoresturnz @riggysworld @regulaho @whore4chris @chrisowenmuncher @mattsgirl23 @heartsonlyforchris @hannahsturniolo @carsonspepsi

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l0s3rhaha · 12 days ago

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recommend fics please!! -🍪

I had to go look on my likes and I found a few for you!! 🥰

- Make out sesh with beard Matt by; @delilahsturniolo (smut)

- giving Matt head ‘cause he’s pissed by; @sturnsflirt (Smut)

- Afterthought by; @immaqulate (Angst)

- Early morning by; @eyesonmattyb (smut)

- Puppy Love by; @muwapsturniolo (Fluff)

And go read my stuff too hehe 🤭

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l0s3rhaha · 13 days ago

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What is matty and bon up to?

Hi!

It’s currently 9:31 P.M.

Cinnamon was being a brat today because she wanted to get punished tbh.

But Matt isn’t having it. He’s slamming into her while holding her hips like handlebars. He’s whispering in her ear, “You thought - fuck squeezing me so tight - you thought you could mouth off and not get fucking punished?” He laughs before sending two powerful smacks to her ass. “Nah you’re getting what you pouted for. Won’t mouth off next time will you?” He huffs leaning over her body and roughly flicking her nipples causing her to let out a squeal.

Dividers from @bernardsbendystraws 🤍

Taglist @bernardsbendystraws @lovesturni0l0s @sturniowhore @oopsiedaisydeer @chrepsi @jensturnss @grace-sturnz @courta13 @sturniolosymphony @riasturns @pasteldreams @tezzzzzzzz @emely9274 @cecesturn @slvt4subchratt @bugs-tags @angelicameron @iloveduckssm @ilovesamgoldencoch @auttysturnz @sturnstarsblog @sturns-mermaid

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l0s3rhaha · 15 days ago

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chat am i tweaking or is this literally chris..

p!link

LIKE !?!????!!!?? the bracelet, the weird ass lookin thumb, and it sounds like him too 😛

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l0s3rhaha · 17 days ago

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♡ ࿐ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝜗𝜚

an obsessive!matt collab with @bernardsbendystraws ♡ read part one on her blog 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 !!

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 . . . matt has had enough, you edged him, so now it is your turn to earn his dick. :)

warnings !! smut, sex toys, fem masturbation, established relationship, switch!matt, squirting, etc

this is not proofread. i apologize for any spelling errors, improper sentence structure, if anything is repeated, etc.

“there y’go, keep goin’,” you bounced on the toy, trying to chase your orgasm but you keep failing. your hands tied behind your back with the pink ribbons from your drawer making it hard to stay balanced.

but also each time you came close to the edge, finally able to stay still, he sabotages you in some way. he’ll poke you, making you unbalanced. leave a harsh slap to your ass, making you jolt forward, the dildo slipping from your whole. anything.

he was getting you back for what you did to him, and you couldn’t stop him. you deserved this. you deserved to be edged, making you obey him so you could earn his dick — earning your own right to cum.

30 minutes before ….. ౨ৎ

he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t handle it any longer, he needed to cum.

you could barely even comprehend what was happening, it’s like a switch was flipped inside of matt. the once submissive, begging, needy, boy; now flipping you over, roughly grabbing the roll of pink ribbons from the side table. “wait- matt-“

“shut the fuck up” he unraveled the silk material, cutting off a chunk before wrapping it around your soft skin, the ribbon practically cutting into the flesh.

you hissed at the pain “matt that h-“ a rough slap was felt on your ass. “you’ll get over it. i even tied it in a little bow for you so you’ll stop cryin’ about it”

“matt… baby… i said m’sorry, c’mon” he wasn’t budging. he brought you to your knees, but he took you off of the bed, bringing you to the floor, letting the rough carpet scratch at the moisturized skin of your damp knees.

“you-…. you said you’re gonna make me watch? no baby, i’m making you let me watch. this is how your needy little pussy earns my dick? yeah?” he grabbed the pink, silicone, dildo; placing it right in front of you.

neither of you said anything as you looked up at him, practically begging him with your eyes to not make you do this, but he didn’t care.

“you’re gonna fuck yourself, alright? no help from me. just gotta be a good girl and you get the dick you want so fucking bad.”

you weren’t sure how you could do it, your hands were tied, but you couldn’t lie, this was hot. you were on fire as his eyes burned into yours. “ma-“

“shut the fuck up and fuck yourself like the needy little bitch you are, got it?” your breathe hitched. he could be dominant at times, but it was never like this, he was always so gentle, but not this time.

this time he was hungry. but he wasn’t starving for you exactly, he was starving to see you struggle and whine just like he was mere minutes ago.

you slowly crawled above the silicone toy, trying your best not to fall over. you shivered as it pressed against your clit, slipping down to your dripping hole.

you wanted to protest again, but it was no use, he would just make this punishment even worse. (which is something you could not handle)

now ….. ౨ৎ

“see baby? not so hard bein’ a good girl, is it?” you moan as he rolls your nipple between his fingers, continuing to bounce—fucking yourself on the toy just like he demanded.

but he noticed how you started to become louder, your moans coming closer and closer together, becoming shorter and shorter, your bounces becoming more erratic.

you were gonna cum and he can’t let that happen.

he pulled your hair, making you arch your back even more, slightly falling backwards, losing your balance. “m- matty!”

he chuckled, watching as you whined and fell apart just like he did. he was giving you a taste of your own medicine… you hated to say it, but you loved it.

“start again. no cumming. just gotta do it one more time, and then i’ll fuck you. understand?” you nod hesitantly. you now realized how torturous this was for him, why his switch was flipped so easily.

you whimpered at the pain, his hand striking your tit, right on your nipple—the sensitive bud that has been craving some form of attention.

“do you understand?” he gripped your chin, making you stare at him, eye contact strong.

your throat was dry, you felt so.. small? tiny? you weren’t even sure, but you didn’t feel as confident in your words and actions as you did earlier in the day.

“yes.. i.. i understa-“ your cut off by him shoving your ripped lace panties in your mouth “puttin’ those there to shut you up.” you moaned at the taste of yourself that still lingered on the fabric.

now you understand why matt had a fetish for your panties, it wasn’t just the thought of that you had worn them, it gives his imagination room to imagine how you taste, how you smell, he gets to relive all of it while just jerking off.

and honestly, you couldn’t blame him. the flavors that now rested on your tongue was driving yourself crazy, the vanilla scent of your body lotion could be smelled by wear you accidentally got it on your panties a couple days ago.

you whine as you struggled to get your balance back, moving from side to side as you try to become steady. matt almost felt bad, giving you a little pout.

“poor baby… should i just fuck you now? do you deserve it?” you never agreed to something so quickly, nodding your head frantically “yes- yes please, i.. i’ve been good matt, please”

he just smiles at you, finding the sight of you begging, whining, becoming a pathetic little mess for him was absolutely adorable. “look at my sweet girl begging… thought you were all dominant and rough, hm?”

your breath is caught in your throat, feeling intimidated by the man in front of you. “i want you to get up and get on the bed bun… can you do that for me?” you hesitantly nod, trying to figure out how you were gonna do it, but in this moment, you’re so needy that you could probably do anything if it meant you got what you wanted.

….. ౨ৎ

you moaned, his cock fucking into your mercilessly “mm- not so tuff now? huh baby?” he grips your hair, pulling at the strands, his roughness catching you by surprise but nothing that you wanted to protest against.

your walls remembered each vein of his cock—each curve. “m- matt” he kisses your cheek, trying to come off as sweet when he was being nothing but that. “my sweet little whore” his voice was low against your ear.

he gives a squeeze to your ass, he grins against your cheek as he listens to your whine, stopping the movements of his hips when you were just about to cum “you’re so pretty sweetheart…. especially when i edge you like this..”

you squirmed, struggling to stay still “wanna cum!” the tears rolling down your face amused him.. you were struggling just like he was.. matt saw how pathetic you looked. he chuckled “aww poor baby, wanna cum so bad, but you can’t because you wanted t’be a little brat..”

your voice trembled as you tried to speak up, but thay was quickly shut down. matt pressed his hips into yours, pushing his cock as deep as be could. he chuckled as all you were able to respond with was moans and the occasional little sounds that he adored so much. “so much better”

“you’re so pathetic baby… so messy..” he smirked as he saw your face turn even more into a pathetic mess, you were literally proving his point by crying again. “don’t be upset honey, m’just tellin’ you the truth?”

you whined, digging your face further into the pillows. you moaned as he fucked you, tears falling into the pillow from the overwhelming pleasure, mixed with his cruel words.

he watched the way you were too dazed to even form words, letting out moans instead, making him laugh again. “god.. you’re such a mess sweetie..”

your eyes are rolled back, he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm “c.. cum!?” you whined, words barely audible.

matt chuckled at your struggles to speak properly, your pink, lace panties, still stuffed inside of your mouth. “i don’t know baby, do you deserve it?” you turned back to look at him, just nodding, completely dazed by the pleasure you were receiving from him.

he pretends to think about it, staring into your eyes with a look that made you not want to look away, your eyes were locked on his.

you gasped, face contorting, orgasm approaching quicker and quicker with each millisecond as he surprised you with his fingers on your clit, rubbing counter clock wise.

“cum.”

you screamed, falling into the pillow, your orgasm crashing down over you. you didn’t just cum, you squirted, all of your liquid spraying onto him, hitting his pelvis.

“oh my fucking.. god, baby—shit” the sight alone made him break, spilling his load of warm cum into you, painting your walls with his liquid.

he kisses your neck soothingly “that… that was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever fucking done…” he chucked, still thinking about the moment. you smiled, trying to catch your breath, trying to recover from your strong orgasm.

“i’m gonna have to make you do that again.”

౨ৎ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 . . . sorry this took so long to get out chat, whoopsie 🤭 paying homeage to an old fic by @/gamermattsgf “silk ribbions”

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l0s3rhaha · 18 days ago

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𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓

cw: overstimming, edging, vibrator, bondage, rough sex, dumbification, p in v no protection, dom!matt, aftercare (diabolical lmao)

𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒙 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝑼

a/n - to be clear this is just a smut fic and not part 3 of the series! i cancelled that series. although there will still be plot, it'll be less straightforwards and mixed with smut. sorry lovelies <3

You don’t know when exactly it stopped being a normal evening and turned into this.

Maybe it was when Matt locked the door behind you with a soft click. Or when he caught your chin in his fingers, tilting your face up with that dark look in his eyes.

“Upstairs. Now.”

Your stomach flipped. Heat pooled between your thighs before you even moved.

He didn’t waste time once he had you in his room. The cuffs were already waiting. He took your clothes off slowly—not sweetly, but with clinical efficiency. You felt exposed, small, owned.

The moment you were cuffed to the headboard, he was between your thighs, spreading you wide with both hands. His eyes were hungry.

“You’re already wet,” he observed, voice low, amused. “Love that.”

He let the vibrator buzz to life in his palm, testing the speed. He glanced up at you.

“You good?”

You swallowed. “Yes.”

He smirked. “Good.”

He pressed the vibrator right to your clit without warning.

You yelped, hips jumping. The cuffs dug in.

“Stay still.”

He didn’t tease with it. Didn’t circle or test the waters. He just held it there, firm and unyielding. The buzz was deep, relentless, vibrating straight through you.

Your breath stuttered. Your thighs trembled. Wetness spilled freely, slicking the insides of your legs.

He watched the whole time.

“Listen to you,” he murmured. The slick, messy noises were impossible to hide. He licked his lips as he enjoyed the view.

Your moans climbed in pitch, turning to pleading.

“Matt—fuck—please—”

“Yeah?” He shifted the toy half a centimeter and your hips bucked hard. He pinned them down with one hand. “You gonna come for me?”

You couldn’t answer. You were right there.

He chuckled darkly. “Good girl.”

It crashed over you in a brutal wave—tight and blinding. Your body convulsed, cunt clenching desperately around nothing, wetness flooding out in hot, sticky pulses.

He didn’t move the toy until you finished screaming. Then he clicked it off.

He looked at you. Really looked at you. Hair messy, face flushed, eyes glassy. Legs spread and trembling, folds shiny with slick.

He dropped the vibrator to the side and wiped his fingers through the mess between your thighs. He held them up, wet and shining.

“Fuck,” he whispered, eyes dark. “Look how much you came for me.”

And then he leaned down.

He licked you—one slow, greedy drag from your dripping entrance to your swollen clit. You shuddered so violently the cuffs strained.

“Jesus,” he muttered against you. “You taste so fucking good.”

He didn’t tease. Didn’t talk anymore. He just ate.

Mouth sealing over you, tongue fucking you deep to gather every drop. He groaned into you like a man starved.

You felt everything. The way his tongue curled inside, scooping slick, the obscene wet sound of his mouth working hungrily, the slow, torturous way he sucked on your clit afterward, pulling it gently between his lips.

Your oversensitive nerves screamed. You tried to close your legs but couldn’t. He pushed them wider.

“Matt—I can’t—”

He didn’t even lift his head. Just muttered against your soaked cunt:

“You will.”

He flicked his tongue in short, ruthless strokes over your clit. Your whole body trembled. You felt the mess he was making of you, slick smeared everywhere. His fingers dug into your thighs to hold you open for him.

The second orgasm was slower. He built it, mouth relentless, tongue working your swollen clit until you were a shaking, crying mess.

When you finally broke again, you keened, voice hoarse, body arching against the cuffs. He groaned into you like he was drinking you down.

He didn’t stop until your hips fell limp, breath coming in ragged gasps.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth was shiny with your slick. He wiped it with the back of his hand, looking unbearably smug.

He leaned over you, eyes hot.

“See?” he murmured. “Told you you’d last for me.”

You were still gasping, recovering from the last orgasm when you felt his fingers on you again.

“Easy,” he crooned. “Don’t squirm.”

You whimpered, oversensitive, but he didn’t care. He spread you with two fingers and pressed the tip of the vibrator—slick with your own wetness—right against your entrance.

You froze.

“Matt—”

“Shh.” He slid it in slowly. Deliberate. Watching every twitch, every gasp you made.

It wasn’t huge, but you were so sensitive it felt impossibly full. The lube of your own slick let it glide in with humiliating ease.

Once it was buried inside, he paused. You trembled in the cuffs.

He flicked it on.

The lowest setting. Barely there.

It wasn’t the hard, biting vibration from before. It was subtle. Teasing. Deep. The kind that thrummed through you slowly, insistently, without letting you forget it was there.

You gasped, cunt clenching weakly around it. The buzz spread out in slow pulses, making you hyper-aware of every swollen, soaked fold.

He watched you. Didn’t even touch you. Just looked.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Look at you. Can’t even close your legs. Can’t get it out.”

He sat back on his heels. One hand dipped down into his sweats and wrapped around his cock. He was rock hard, already leaking.

Your eyes went wide.

“You gonna watch?” you whispered, voice shaking.

He smirked. “No, baby. You’re gonna watch me.”

He started stroking himself. Slow. Unhurried.

The room was quiet except for the wet little hum of the vibrator inside you and the slick sound of his hand on his cock.

You whimpered. The low vibration made you feel so wet inside, every tiny shift squelching. You couldn’t even close your thighs to relieve it.

Matt was transfixed. His eyes flicked from your spread, twitching cunt to your dazed face.

“God, you’re dripping,” he said hoarsely. “I can see it running down your ass. You’re making a mess on my sheets.”

Your walls fluttered at the words. The toy buzzed, maddeningly gentle. You bit your lip, hips shifting restlessly.

He pumped himself a little faster.

“You gonna come again just from that?”

You whimpered. “It’s too slow—I can’t—”

He grinned, cruel and hot.

“That’s the point.”

He tightened his grip on himself, groaning softly at the sight of you writhing helplessly. The toy buzzed inside you with unrelenting calm, making your core clench wetly, slick leaking out in obscene slow trickles.

He shifted forward slightly, close enough that you could see the flush on his chest, the flex of his forearm.

“Look at me.”

You obeyed, eyes locked on the way he stroked himself.

“Think about me inside you instead,” he said, voice dark and wrecked. “Stuffed so full you can’t breathe.”

You moaned, hips trying to buck. The toy buzzed, unchanging, patient.

He let out a low laugh.

“Good. Stay open for me. Just like that.”

He came with a grunt, hot streaks painting your belly, some hitting your tits. He didn’t stop stroking until he milked every drop, panting through clenched teeth, watching you tremble around the buzzing toy.

When he finished, he wiped himself on your thigh with deliberate disrespect.

Then he clicked the vibrator off but left it inside.

He brushed your hair back gently, voice still rough.

“Don’t go anywhere.”

As if you could.

He got up, smirking at you spread and ruined and still full of the toy, your wetness glistening everywhere.

“I’m gonna get you some water.” He winked. “You’re gonna need it.”

_____

He didn’t leave you long.

When he came back, you were still tied down, breathing ragged, the toy buried in you. The slow buzz had stopped, but you could still feel the ghost of it—your insides sensitive, throbbing, drenched.

Matt set the water bottle down on the nightstand after giving you a sip. He looked you over like you were dinner and dessert.

“You look fucked,” he said mockinglt.

You whimpered. Couldn’t even muster an insult.

He crawled onto the bed, settling between your legs. His eyes fixed on the toy. He pressed his fingers at your entrance, feeling how wet you were.

“So easy,” he murmured. “So sloppy.”

You shuddered at his touch.

Then he grabbed the base of the vibrator and slowly pulled it out.

You gasped—high and helpless.

It was wet, dripping with your slick. The sound was humiliatingly loud in the room. A wet, sticky pop as it finally left you, leaving you empty and fluttering around nothing.

He held it up to show you, smirking at the strings of slick that stretched from you to the toy.

“Jesus. Listen to you.”

You couldn’t answer. Your brain felt gone. Fuzzy. All you could do was whine pathetically.

Matt dropped the toy to the side and leaned in. He didn’t even give you time to recover. His fingers spread you wide, baring your soaked, swollen folds.

“Look at this mess,” he said softly. Like he was in awe.

You whimpered again, hips rolling weakly.

He snorted. “You even know your name right now?”

“Mm—M-Matt,” you slurred.

He laughed. Loved it.

“Oh, baby. Dumb little slut, huh? Brain all gone?”

You nodded helplessly, tears leaking at the corners of your eyes.

He pressed two fingers in slow. You were so wet there was no resistance at all. They sank in with a sloppy squelch that made you both groan.

Your eyes rolled back.

“Can’t even hold me in,” he teased, twisting them and watching more slick spill out. “You’re ruined. Dumb and dripping.”

You babbled nonsense. Couldn’t form words. Your thighs twitched.

“Tell me you want it.”

“Wan’—wan’ it—please—”

He pumped his fingers harder suddenly, making you sob.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck—fuck me—need—”

He bit his lip, eyes dark. He liked you like this.

“Say you’re my dumb little fucktoy.”

You whimpered, drool on your lip. “I’m—m’your fucktoy.”

“That’s right.”

He leaned in and kissed your cheek sweetly—mocking.

Then he pulled his fingers out, wiped them carelessly on your hip, and lined himself up instead.

You barely processed it. Brain so warm and hazy all you could do was moan when you felt the head of his cock pushing at your entrance, meeting no resistance at all.

“Open for me,” he growled.

You did. Helplessly. Mind empty. All for him.

He pushed in slow, savoring every inch, listening to you babble his name, completely gone. Your back arched, a ragged moan tearing out of you as he buried himself inside.

“Fuck,” Matt hissed, hips flush to yours. “You feel that?”

You were too far gone to respond properly—eyes glassy, mouth open, body trembling under him. Just a breathy sound, something between a sob and a whimper.

He pulled out halfway, then slammed back in with a wet slap. The sound was obscene—skin on skin, your slick gushing with every movement.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered. “You’re gone. Brain’s fucking melted, isn’t it?”

You nodded, barely. He grabbed your thighs and slammed into you again, hard, setting a brutal rhythm—deep and fast and filthy. The cuffs clinked with every thrust, your body jerking under the force of him.

He groaned. “Look at you. Can’t even think. All this pussy’s good for is getting fucked.”

You cried out, legs twitching helplessly. The stimulation was too much—your cunt was soaked, squelching around him with every thrust, his cock dragging against every oversensitive spot inside you. Every snap of his hips forced more slick out of you, dripping down your thighs, soaking the sheets.

He leaned over you, one hand gripping your throat—not choking, just holding.

“Still with me, baby?” he asked, voice rough.

You whimpered. “Y-yeah—still—still yours—”

That broke him.

He fucked into you harder, rougher, swearing under his breath. The sound of your cunt sucking him in echoed off the walls. You were incoherent now—just whining, begging, eyes fluttering, mouth slack. You clenched around him every time he bottomed out and he could feel how close you were again.

“No fucking way you’re coming again,” he groaned, hips stuttering. “You gonna come on my cock like this?”

“P-please—please—Matt—can’t—need to—”

“Then do it,” he snarled.

You shattered—again.

It hit harder than the last two. Your body arched off the bed, walls squeezing him so tight it dragged a moan out of his chest. You screamed something wordless, broken, twitching under him as your orgasm crashed down.

He barely lasted another thrust.

He came with a grunt, hips stilling as he emptied himself deep inside you. His cock twitched with every pulse of release, the heat of it flooding you until your thighs were soaked in a new mess—yours and his, mixed and dripping out around him.

He didn’t pull out right away. Just slumped forward, breath heavy against your neck.

And then, softly—so smug:

“You alive in there, baby?”

You made a weak noise.

He chuckled. “Jesus. You are dumb.”

He kissed your jaw and gently brushed your hair back.

“You’re not allowed to move yet. Let it leak out for a sec.”

He stayed inside you for a moment, catching his breath. You were limp under him, arms still pulled tight by the cuffs, legs spread wide, slick and cum dripping out onto the sheets.

He let out a slow breath. Looked you over.

“...Jesus,” he muttered.

You whimpered softly, the only sound you could manage. Your head lolled to the side, hair sticking to your sweaty cheek.

Matt finally pulled out, and the slick, wet noise was obscene. His cum spilled out immediately, sliding warm down your ass onto the sheets. He watched it for a second, eyes dark, lip twitching like he was going to make some filthy comment.

But he didn’t.

Instead he let out an annoyed little sigh, grabbed the key from the nightstand, and started unlocking your cuffs one by one.

“Don’t move,” he grumbled.

You wouldn’t have been able to if you tried.

He caught your wrists gently as they came free, rubbing at the red marks the cuffs left behind. His fingers were careful even if his face was still scowling.

“Fucking…look at these lines,” he muttered. “Dumbass. Why didn’t you say it was too tight?”

You slurred, half-conscious: “Was…good.”

He paused, snorted.

“Of course it was.”

He rolled his eyes but stood up. For a second you thought he’d just walk away—just leave you dripping and wrecked and tied-up-looking on the bed. He looked like he was going to.

But then he cursed under his breath and went to the bathroom.

You heard water running.

When he came back he had a damp cloth in his hand.

“Don’t get used to this,” he told you gruffly.

He nudged your legs apart again, and you flinched. He clicked his tongue.

“Easy. Not fucking you again.”

He wiped between your thighs, getting most of the slick and cum. The cloth was warm, soothing against your raw skin. He was...slow about it. Careful, even as he complained.

You hissed when he wiped too hard.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, softer than he meant.

You blinked at him. “Matt….”

“What?”

“Thank you.”

He scowled like you’d insulted him. “Shut up.”

He tossed the cloth aside and grabbed the water bottle he’d brought earlier. Opened it and held it out.

“Drink.”

You did. He held it for you, watching you swallow with that same guarded look. When you finished he dropped it on the nightstand and ran a hand through his hair.

You couldn’t stop staring at him. He was flushed, shirt rumpled, still breathing a little hard.

“…You okay?” he asked abruptly.

You nodded, smiling a little.

He scowled harder.

“Good. Don’t fucking make this weird.”

He sighed, glancing around the room. The sheets were ruined. You were wrecked.

“…You wanna shower or something?” he asked.

Your heart skipped. You nodded.

He sighed again.

“Okay. Come on.”

He helped you sit up, grumbling about how you were heavy and useless but keeping a steady arm around you the whole time.

And as you leaned against his chest, dizzy and sore and so thoroughly his, he mumbled just barely loud enough to hear:

“…Did good for me tonight. Just so you know.”

what a... um.... silly fic! to be clear this is one of the less toxic ones... im pumping this shit full of angst.

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l0s3rhaha · 19 days ago

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NO TOUCHING ــــــــﮩ٨ـ chris sturn 07.13 ₊ ୨ৎ

⚠︎ mean!dom!chris, bondage, orgasm denial, humiliating language, embarrassment kink, crying, name-calling, masturbation, no aftercare.

his room is quiet except for the low buzz of the led strip light running along the ceiling, casting a deep red glow over the mattress. your wrists are tied to the headboard with the drawstrings from his hoodie, soft but pulled tight, stretching your arms up above your head until your shoulders ache slightly. your thighs are spread, trembling with tension, bare and slick, but untouched. he's still fully clothed from the waist down, gray sweats slung low as he sits against the headboard, legs spread, thick fingers lazily stroking himself as he watches you unravel inch by inch.

"you think you can act like a fuckin' brat all day and get rewarded for it?" he spits, voice low, cruel, jaw clenched tight. he's not looking at your face—he's watching your thighs twitch, the way your toes curl against the sheets. "eye rolls, talkin' back, mouthing off like some lil' pornstar in front of everyone. you're lucky i even brought you up here." he leans in just enough for his breath to graze your cheek, lips brushing so close to yours you can taste the mint on his tongue—but he doesn't kiss you. just pulls back with a smirk and settles again. "no touching. not me. not yourself. not a single goddamn thing."

your hips twitch involuntarily, a soft sound catching in your throat as you strain against the makeshift restraint. he notices it immediately. doesn't say a word—just lifts his hand and stops moving altogether, letting his dick rest against his stomach as he tilts his head and stares you down. the silence burns hotter than his touch ever could. your chest rises and falls in shallow pants, the air thick between you.

"don't move," he finally mutters. "or i stop, and we start over."

you nod frantically, thighs clenching again out of instinct, but his eyes flicker there and narrow with a quiet warning.

"look at me," he demands. "keep your eyes on what you can't fuckin' have."

he picks up the pace then, slow and deliberate, the veins in his arm tightening as he strokes himself with a lazy rhythm that feels like it's designed to torture you. his head tips back slightly, lip caught between his teeth, a deep breath dragging through his chest—but he never lets himself fall too far. every few strokes, he slows. stops. sighs. waits. just to make you watch. just to make it worse.

"you look so fuckin' desperate," he laughs, breathless. "you wan' cum that bad? fuckin' embarrassing."

you whimper, head turning slightly, but he immediately clicks his tongue in warning. "ah-ah," he says, almost sing-song, mean and soft and devastating. "eyes on me, baby. don't be stupid."

your fingers twitch against the restraints, legs shaking with the effort of staying still. your whole body aches, swollen and wet and burning. you're practically sobbing by now, tears slipping past the corners of your eyes, breath hitching every time he lets out a quiet groan or shifts just enough for his dick to brush your thigh.

"tell me how bad you want it," he says suddenly, eyes sharp, voice tight with restraint. "go ahead. let's hear it."

you mumble something, desperate, incoherent.

"no, louder," he snaps. "you wan' my dick that bad? say it."

you choke the words out, broken and humiliating, and chris groans like he's satisfied with himself, hand speeding up just a little—but still not giving in. still out of reach. he leans forward again, resting one hand beside your ribs, letting the tip of his dick drag slowly across your trembling thigh. it leaves a hot, sticky trail behind, and you can't help the way your hips jerk upward, chasing it.

he freezes.

"god, you're so pathetic like this," he mutters, dragging the backs of his knuckles along your jaw. "and i haven't even touched you."

and then he stops entirely.

he wipes himself off with the edge of his t-shirt, eyes still locked on your soaked thighs, your flushed chest, the streaks of dried tears on your face. you whimper, voice caught in your throat, body straining against the ties like you're seconds from breaking, and he just smirks.

he leans in again—this time to press one kiss, light and taunting, to the inside of your thigh.

then he stands.

"maybe next time, you'll learn to fuckin' behave," he says, walking toward the bathroom. "or maybe you'll spend another night cryin' like a needy lil slut. either or works f'me."

the door clicks shut behind him, leaving you wrecked and untouched, wrists bound, thighs shaking, and not a single ounce of relief in sight.

𐔌 📑 ✧ ˚ · mimi talks `𓂃⊹ — lol, so here's this.

taglist ;ଓ nobody to tag yet ...

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l0s3rhaha · 19 days ago

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STURNIOLO P!LINK LIST PART 6

nsfw twitter links

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Nick

helping you ride his dick

one of his wet dreams

he's having the best time of his life

getting fucked the way he wants

you told him you were home alone and that he could be as loud as he wanted to

Matt

pleasuring you with his freak playlist playing in the background

he's showing how much he missed you when he was in japan

his fingers make you feel like you are in heaven

good boys deserve to cum

no one can convince me this isn't matt (the tattoos, the eye contact, the chain, the position...)

Chris

his brothers are home too and you can't be quiet

he loves your tits

he wanted to take advantage of how sensitive your nipples were before your period

he likes when you take control of him like this

his face is your favourite seat

comment if you want to be tagged in future p links posts

taglist: @lilssturns @seeing-stars-today @sturnsmadl @grace-sturnz @slutformatt17 @kenah-sturniolo @ellbowmacaroni @hearts4sturniolos @sturn45olo @sturnixblogger @mqttsbunny @breesturns @sophieredevil @mialovesyouchris @ilovesamgoldencoch @caseybennett @ifwthesturniolos

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l0s3rhaha · 20 days ago

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Could you write pussy slapping with sugar!daddy!rafe and sugar!baby!reader

frat!rafe x sorority!reader

WARNINGS— 18+, smut, mean!rafe, pussy/ass slapping, bulge kink, unprotected p in v, degradation, enemy dynamic, hate sex– did this with them instead cause sd!rafe is too much of a gentleman for such a thing!

“not so mouthy now, huh?” he taunts, flashing you that smug grin you’ve always hated. (because he looked hot)

he slams into you again and you gasp, your pussy fluttering around him before his hand reaches out to your tummy, pressing down on it firmly.

you blink twice, glancing down to his hand. your mouth hangs open at the very visible bulge poking out from the soft skin of your abdomen.

he smirks, pressing down harder again which earns him a moan out of you. “feel that? feel how deep i am inside you?”

you whine and babble nonsense. he rolls his eyes, fucking himself deeper into you. “woulda done this a long time ago if i knew how quickly you’d shut up.”

you squeeze him hard and he chuckles. “dirty fuckin’ slut.”

your eyes shoot open and you give him a hard look, followed by the sound of a pillow being thrown at his face.

“don’t get too comfortable, cameron.” you snap, scoffing at his audacity to call you such a name.

your dominance doesn’t last even a second— because when you blink, you feel a sharp smack delivered to your pussy.

you gasp, your wide gaze flying up to meet his. “did you just—”

“don’t fuckin’ talk back to me.” he cuts you off, slapping your core again to which you moan in response.

you hate it. hate the way you’re practically about to cum because he’s slapping your pussy. hate the way he talks to you because it turns you on. you hate him.

he spreads your legs wider, his tip kissing your cervix everytime he hips snap in and out of you.

“say sorry.” he spits, voice stern and demanding.

you stare at him in disbelief, a scowl on your face.

that pisses him off. his hand comes down again, another slap delivered to your now aching pussy.

“rafe!” you squeal, squirming underneath him.

“say sorry.” he repeats, louder this time. you pout your half-smudged glossy lips that he ruined about several minutes ago.

you resist the natural urge to roll your eyes at him— but you know that’s only going to get you into more trouble. so you huff in defeat, slightly lifting your head up.

“sorry.” a half-ass, mumbled apology. you say it so casually. like you don’t mean it. you really don’t.

his expression falters and you both sit in silence for a moment. almost awkward— until you let out a yelp in shock as he abruptly pulls out of you.

“what—”

you don’t get to finish your sentence when he quickly turns you over onto your stomach and you feel a hard slap across your ass, gasping loudly at the contact.

“start counting. let’s see how sorry you really are.”

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l0s3rhaha · 20 days ago

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NSFW P!Links Part 8 - Chris and Matt Sturniolo

PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK - X RATED CONTENT (need Twitter account to view)

✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮

Matt:

✮ Making a mess of your panties then pulling them to the side

✮ How he takes care of you after you've had a stressful day

✮ Fast and horny finger fucking

✮ Loves seeing his girl like this

✮ Fucking his cum back into you

✮ Dumb on dom! Matt's cock

✮ Beard Matt drilling into you relentlessly

✮ Finally getting your hands on each other

✮ Needy while Matt's gaming

✮ Slow and gentle

✮ Riding him like you own him

✮ You were teasing his cock while he was driving so?

Chris:

✮ He knows a spot💗

✮ Thighs shaking

✮ Stuffing you full of fingers and cock

✮ Gentle face fuck

✮ Bouncing and moaning

✮ Daily dose of doggy obviously

✮ Dumb on dom! Chris's cock

✮ Slowly getting you as wet as he can

✮ Yk you're riding him good when he starts talking filthy

✮ Bedtime = playtime

✮ These are the exact noises he would make and he could keep going just like this bc he's a horny slut

✮ Your tits drive him crazy

✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮

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l0s3rhaha · 21 days ago

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𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

... in which you confess you're bored with your sex life because its always missionary, so matt makes sure you're never bored

cw: backshots!!! several positions, eating out, p in v no protection, dom!matt, multiple orgasms, self-orgasm denial?

The room is warm with late evening air, the single lamp casting a circle of light over the bedspread. Matt is leaning back against the headboard, phone in hand, scrolling.

You’re lying next to him on your stomach, cheek propped on your arm. You keep glancing over at him, chewing your lip.

He doesn’t look up. “What?”

You swallow. “Nothing.”

He squints at you over the phone. “Nah. What?”

You hide your face in the pillow.

He pries it away easily. “Stop that. Tell me.”

Your voice is tiny. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

He perks up immediately. “Oh now you have to say it.”

You sigh, heart thudding. “It’s just... every time we have sex, it’s missionary.”

He freezes. His eyebrows raise slowly, one side of his mouth ticking up.

“Yeah?”

You stammer, mortified. “It’s not that I don’t like it! It’s good—really good—I just thought maybe... something different could be fun?”

He blinks at you.

Then he laughs once, low in his throat.

“Oh. You want different.”

You open your mouth, but he’s already moving.

He grabs you by the waist, lifting you easily and tossing you onto your back. You squeal, arms flailing.

He climbs over you, pinning you with his hips, face close enough that you feel his breath.

“You think I can’t fuck you every way you want?”

Your heart kicks in your chest.

“Matt—”

He grins. “I’ll show you different.”

_________

He kisses you hard, so rough your lips burn immediately. His teeth catch your lower lip and tug until you whimper.

Your hands scramble at his shirt. He breaks the kiss only to yank it over his head and throw it aside, his skin flushed from the heat.

You run your fingers over his chest and stomach, tracing the ridges of muscle, feeling how warm he is. He hisses, eyes dark.

“Touch me more,” he mutters, voice gone gritty.

You flatten your palms against his chest, nails raking lightly over his nipples. His stomach jumps under your hands, breath stuttering.

“Fuck,” he grits out. “Keep that up and I’m not gonna last.”

He grabs the hem of your shirt and yanks it off in one brutal motion. He doesn’t even bother unclasping your bra at first—he just pulls the cups down, exposing your breasts.

“Look at you,” he says thickly.

He palms them, thumbs rolling over your nipples, watching them pebble.

You arch under him.

He doesn’t tease long. He takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, pulling a choked cry from your lips.

He can feel your pulse fluttering in your chest as he licks around the sensitive bud, teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm.

He groans around you, the sound vibrating in your skin.

“Fuck—you feel so good in my mouth,” he mutters as he switches sides.

Your fingers bury in his hair, tugging.

He loves the sting of it. Loves how you yank him closer, silently begging.

He suckles hard, drawing another desperate whimper from you.

His cock is throbbing in his shorts already, leaking precum, the fabric darkening where the head drags against it.

_________

He pulls back and yanks your bra off properly, tossing it behind him.

“Gonna ruin you tonight,” he promises.

Your stomach flips.

He smirks, dipping his head to mouth along your ribs, leaving open, wet kisses.

“Matt—please,” you gasp.

“Please what?” he taunts, breath hot.

“More—please.”

“Yeah,” he growls. “I bet.”

He hooks his fingers in your waistband and tugs your shorts and underwear down in one go.

You try to close your legs, embarrassed.

“Open,” he orders, voice sharp.

You obey immediately.

His gaze drops between your thighs.

“Fuck,” he breathes. His thumb drags lightly through your slick folds.

He can feel how soaked you are, the heat of you, the way you flutter around nothing.

“Already dripping.”

You squirm, face on fire.

He chuckles darkly.

“You want it different? I’ll give you different.”

He shoves your legs further apart and leans down between them.

You barely have time to gasp before his mouth is on you.

He licks you broad and slow at first, tasting you deliberately.

“Goddamn,” he groans into you. “You taste so fucking good.”

The vibration makes your hips jump.

He grips them tight to keep you in place.

He flicks his tongue against your clit, making you yelp.

Then he flattens his tongue and drags it, slow but firm, over your whole slit, collecting every drop of slick.

For him it’s intoxicating—the salt, the heat, the way you’re so wet he can barely keep up.

He’s painfully hard, his cock pushing insistently against the waistband of his shorts with every noise you make.

He noses at your entrance, inhaling deeply, the smell of you making him dizzy.

“Fuck, baby. Keep moaning. I wanna hear you.”

He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, hard.

You jerk, nearly sobbing.

He loves how you writhe. How he can feel your thighs quivering under his palms.

He adds a finger, pushing in slow.

You’re so hot and tight around it he groans.

“God—you’re squeezing me already.”

He starts fucking you with his finger, curling it deliberately to press that spot that makes your hips buck.

When you cry out, he grins against you.

He adds a second finger, scissoring you open, tongue working your clit in relentless circles.

Your moans turn breathless, broken.

“Matt—I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me.”

He thrusts his fingers faster, sucking you so hard you see stars.

Your orgasm slams into you, your walls pulsing around his fingers.

He keeps going, dragging it out until you’re whining, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

He finally pulls back, chin shiny, eyes dark.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Never get tired of that.”

You’re boneless, gasping.

He stands and strips in record time.

When his boxers drop, his cock springs free—thick, flushed, wet at the tip.

You can see the vein pulsing along the shaft, the precum leaking steadily.

He wraps a hand around it and strokes once, groaning.

“Look what you do to me,” he says, voice hoarse.

Position….1

He pushes you onto your stomach with firm hands on your hips, pinning you flat against the sheets.

“Stay,” he orders. His voice is deep, edged with anticipation.

You swallow hard, cheek pressed to the mattress. You can feel your heart hammering.

You try to squirm, but he plants a heavy palm on your lower back, holding you down.

“Stop moving,” he growls. “I want you still.”

He shifts behind you, the bed dipping under his weight.

You hear the wet, obscene sound of him stroking himself once, twice—lining up.

You shiver at the heat of his cock pressing against your folds.

“Fuck, you’re soaked for me,” he mutters.

You whine, fingers curling in the sheets.

He pushes in slow.

You gasp—the stretch is so different this way, so deep. Your legs automatically try to spread wider, but the mattress keeps you trapped.

He groans behind you, voice cracking.

“Jesus. So fucking tight like this.”

For him, it’s blinding. The way you squeeze him when you’re pinned—no leverage to move or squirm away. He can feel every twitch of your walls, every ripple of heat dragging along his cock.

He bottoms out, hips pressed flush to your ass.

You choke on a moan.

“Matt—”

He leans forward, his chest hot on your back. His lips brush your ear.

“You feel that?” he hisses.

You nod frantically, breath stuttering.

“So deep,” you gasp.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Can’t run. Can’t do anything but take it.”

He starts to move.

Long, slow thrusts at first—so deliberate you feel everything. The drag, the stretch, the way he pulls nearly all the way out before pushing back in, making you choke on your own moans.

For him, the sensation is exquisite. Your heat clings to him, so wet he can feel the slick coating his length every time he slides back in.

He curses under his breath.

“Fuck—you’re squeezing me so good,” he growls, fingers digging into your hips.

You whimper.

“Please—”

“Please what?”

“Faster—”

He laughs darkly, voice ragged.

“You want faster?”

He braces both hands on your hips and slams in.

You cry out, high and broken.

He keeps going, snapping his hips so hard the bed creaks under you.

Each thrust drives you into the mattress, your face buried in the sheets as your moans go muffled.

But he can hear every one.

“Louder,” he pants. “Let me hear how much you love it.”

You try to speak but it breaks into a sob of his name.

Your pussy clenches around him so tight he has to grit his teeth.

“Fuck—don’t do that. Gonna make me cum,” he snarls.

He pushes even deeper, adjusting his angle.

You scream, stars bursting behind your eyes as he finds that spot.

“That’s it,” he growls, voice shaking. “God, you feel fucking perfect.”

His abs tighten, sweat dripping from his brow onto your back. He can feel his orgasm threatening already, the heat curling tight at the base of his spine.

But he holds back.

Barely.

“Not yet,” he pants. “I’m not fucking done with you.”

He slows just enough to keep control, the long, grinding thrusts making your toes curl.

He presses a hot kiss between your shoulder blades, breathing ragged.

“Tell me you’re not bored,” he whispers, voice wrecked.

You manage a breathless, half-sobbing laugh.

“Not bored—Matt—please—”

He grins against your skin, teeth scraping lightly.

“Good girl.”

He gives one last deep, slow thrust that makes you shiver all over.

Then he pulls out, your slick dripping onto the sheets, his cock wet and throbbing against your thigh.

He doesn’t give you time to recover.

Position….2

You’re panting into the sheets, still shaking when he pulls out. Your whole body feels boneless, slick dripping between your thighs.

He’s leaning over you, breath hot at your ear, cock rubbing wetly against the back of your thigh.

“On your hands and knees,” he orders, voice low and cracked with lust.

You try to move, limbs trembling.

“Now.”

You push up shakily, planting your palms on the bed, ass in the air.

He sits back for a moment, just looking.

“Fuck.”

His voice is reverent, almost ruined.

You feel his eyes on you, taking in the curve of your spine, the wet mess between your thighs.

He slides a hand down your back, pressing firmly, adjusting your hips just how he wants them.

“Perfect,” he mutters roughly.

You shiver, feeling open, vulnerable.

He slides the swollen head of his cock through your folds, gathering slick.

It feels so hot—so heavy—nudging your entrance but not pushing in yet.

He leans forward over your back, breath ragged.

“Stay just like that.”

Then he thrusts in hard.

You cry out, head snapping back, eyes rolling.

The angle is brutal—he hits so deep your vision goes spotty.

He shudders at the heat of you, the way you clamp down automatically.

“Jesus—fuck—you’re tight like this,” he groans.

He pulls out almost all the way, teasing your entrance, and you feel every ridge of him drag against your walls.

Then he slams in again.

You scream, palms sliding on the sheets.

He grabs your hips so hard you know you’ll have finger-shaped bruises.

You’re gasping, shaking, trying desperately to keep yourself upright.

But your arms give out halfway through.

You collapse onto your elbows, face buried in the mattress.

He snarls behind you, adjusting immediately.

One hand fists in your hair and yanks you partially back up.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t you go limp on me yet.”

You’re whimpering, barely able to hold yourself up, shoulders burning.

He wraps an arm around your waist to keep you in place, fucking you hard and deep.

He watches himself disappear into you, the sight enough to make his balls draw tight, precum leaking freely.

He feels everything—the heat, the wet squeeze, the flutter every time you moan.

It’s insane how wet you are, the sound of it obscene as he pounds in.

“Listen to that,” he pants, voice cracking. “Fucking soaked for me.”

Your cries are high, helpless.

He loves it.

He feels like he’s going to lose his mind, the tight heat of you milking him, the sight of your body trembling under his grip.

He hisses through his teeth, eyes rolling back.

“God—you feel fucking unreal.”

He leans over, chest to your back, lips at your ear.

“Say you’re mine.”

“Yours,” you sob.

He thrusts harder, making you scream.

“Again.”

“Yours, Matt!”

He snarls in satisfaction, biting your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

Your pussy flutters, squeezing him even tighter.

He groans, voice ragged and raw.

“Fuck—keep doing that and I’m gonna fill you up right now.”

You shake under him, walls clenching, so close it hurts.

“Matt—I—”

He knows you’re about to cum.

He fucks you through it mercilessly, pace going erratic, chasing his own edge.

Your orgasm crashes over you hard, pulsing around him so tight he has to stop, burying himself deep as he gasps curses into your skin.

But he doesn’t cum yet.

He forces himself to pull back slowly, watching your release drip down his shaft.

He’s shaking from holding back, sweat dripping onto your spine.

He breathes heavy at your ear.

“Good girl,” he growls, voice shredded.

Position….3

You’re still limp on the bed, panting, when he withdraws slowly, groaning at the wet, obscene schlick of leaving your heat.

You whimper at the emptiness, slick dripping messily onto the sheets.

But he doesn’t give you long to catch your breath.

He grips your hips firmly, dragging you toward the edge of the mattress so your ass is perched right at the end.

You squeal in surprise, legs kicking weakly.

“Shh,” he says, voice low and commanding. “Don’t fight me.”

He presses you down with one big hand on your belly.

Your legs dangle for a second until he hooks them over his shoulders, forcing you open.

You feel exposed, every wet, needy inch of you bared to him.

He groans at the sight, fingers digging into your thighs to hold them wide.

“God. Look at this fucking view.”

You squirm, face hot.

“Matt—”

He drags the blunt head of his cock through your folds, gathering your slick.

You both watch it smear across him, his shaft gleaming with it.

His eyes go nearly black.

“You’re dripping everywhere,” he mutters.

He pushes in slow.

You feel everything. The head catching slightly at your entrance before stretching you wide, the wet heat of you wrapping around him inch by thick inch.

He curses viciously when he bottoms out.

“Fuck—so deep like this,” he gasps.

For him, it’s overwhelming. The angle makes you impossibly tight, squeezing every nerve ending.

He can feel the flutter of your walls around him, the slick warmth coating him all the way down to his balls.

He shudders, fighting to hold still.

Your head falls back limply, mouth open in a silent moan.

He braces his feet wider on the floor, adjusting his grip on your thighs.

Then he starts moving.

Long, hard thrusts.

Your body jolts with every snap of his hips, your moans breaking into sobs.

He watches your tits bounce with every impact, the way your belly trembles.

“Fucking perfect,” he pants. “Made for this.”

He leans forward slightly, folding you even tighter, pressing your knees back toward your chest.

The new angle makes you wail, his cock hitting so deep you swear you can’t take it.

Your pussy clenches around him, wet and messy, the sound lewd in the quiet room.

He loves it.

He loves watching himself slide in and out, the ring of slick around his cock getting wetter and sloppier with every thrust.

“Listen to you,” he growls. “So fucking wet.”

You’re barely coherent.

“Matt—please—so good—”

He snaps his hips faster.

The slap of skin on skin gets louder, the bed frame creaking in protest.

His abs tighten with the effort, sweat dripping down his chest.

He can feel how close he is—balls tight, cock pulsing inside you, your heat dragging him to the edge.

He hisses through his teeth, fighting it.

“Fuck—gonna cum—”

Your eyes flutter, dazed.

“Inside,” you gasp. “Please, Matt—inside me.”

He groans so loud it breaks into a snarl.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?”

You nod frantically, thighs trembling on his shoulders.

He loses it a little, pace going ragged.

His vision tunnels on the sight of you spread and begging, your pussy gripping him greedily.

He slams in once, twice, so deep you scream.

Then he pulls back, panting hard.

He doesn’t let himself cum yet.

He’s sweating, chest heaving, hands shaking with the effort to hold back.

“Fuck,” he growls, voice wrecked.

He lowers your legs slowly off his shoulders, letting them fall open on either side of his hips.

He leans over you, forehead pressed to yours, both of you gasping.

“Next one,” he pants. “I’m not fucking done.”

Position….4

You’re still sprawled on the edge of the bed, gasping, hair stuck to your sweaty face.

He’s hovering over you, panting like he ran a marathon. His whole body aches and shakes with restraint, trying to hold back.

But the second he gets his breath, he grabs your hips and yanks you up.

You squeak in surprise, legs wobbling when they hit the floor.

Your knees buckle, but he hauls you upright with ease, pressing you against his chest.

“Not done,” he growls into your ear.

He kisses you hard—all teeth and tongue and groaning, like he’s starved.

You’re dizzy from it, your fingers clawing at his shoulders.

He doesn’t even let you answer.

He grabs you under the thighs and lifts you, slamming your back against the wall so hard you gasp.

Your legs wrap around him automatically, arms clinging to his neck.

Your bare, slick folds grind against the thick, hot length of him, both of you moaning at the friction.

He leans his forehead to yours, voice wrecked.

“Hold on.”

Then he lines up and shoves in all at once.

You scream, head hitting the wall behind you, eyes rolling back.

The angle is insane—he’s deeper than ever, pushing your body up the wall with every thrust.

He curses loudly, voice cracking.

“Fucking—god—so tight—can’t—”

He has to brace one arm against the wall to keep you both upright, the other gripping your ass hard enough to bruise, forcing you down onto him.

You’re just taking it, legs locked around him, completely at his mercy.

Every thrust drives you higher on the wall, the friction delicious and unbearable at once.

Your pussy is so wet it sounds obscene, your slick drooling down his balls.

He feels every ripple of you clenching around him, dragging him deeper.

It’s almost too much.

He buries his face in your neck, biting down hard enough to make you sob.

“Mine,” he snarls, voice muffled.

You’re crying his name, fingers digging into his back, nails raking red lines into his sweaty skin.

He growls at the pain—it spurs him on, makes him thrust even harder.

Your walls flutter violently around him, milking him.

“Gonna cum,” you wail.

“Yeah? Fuck—cum for me,” he snarls.

He slams you into the wall, pace brutal, chasing it with everything he has left.

You break.

Your orgasm hits like a truck, your body locking up, pussy squeezing him so hard he sees stars.

You’re wailing, face buried in his shoulder.

He can’t hold back anymore.

Your heat strangles him, that desperate wet clench milking him for everything.

“Fuck—fuck—I’m gonna—”

He thrusts once, twice more and roars, hips jerking.

He buries himself as deep as he can go and explodes inside you.

He cums hard, pulsing, filling you with so much you can feel it dripping down.

He’s gasping curses into your neck, shaking, cock twitching helplessly inside you as aftershocks roll through him.

Your bodies slide slightly down the wall, still locked together, breathing like you’ve both run miles.

He doesn’t let you go.

He keeps you pinned there, his forehead pressed to yours, eyes glazed, lips brushing your cheek.

“Jesus,” he breathes, voice completely ruined.

You’re limp, whining softly at the oversensitivity but unwilling to move.

He laughs, breathless and hoarse.

“Still bored?” he manages, voice cracking.

You whimper an incoherent sound and he smirks, pressing a shaky kiss to your lips.

a/n - so um guys im taking a break from writing smut cause i dont fw my writing at all lately... hope u guys liked it tho??

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𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒏

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

ⓘ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ pure filth ⋆ friends with benefits ⋆ pet names ⋆ pnv (raw and deep) ⋆ cocky!matt ⋆ lots of taunting ⋆ big dick!matt ⋆ size kink ⋆ tummy bulge ⋆ gut rearrangement (not literally) ⋆ dacryphilia + more.

❝𝑷𝒇𝒇𝒕- 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌? 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒆.❞

You were stupid. Too stupid.

You and Matt argued over trivial matters all the time and it’s not like you had big fights—it was playful bantering most of the time.

But today, however, you accidentally crossed a line. Well, it didn’t look like Matt was angry—and that’s exactly what unsettled you the most.

During your argument, you ran out of comebacks so you uttered the words no man wanted to hear.

"You act all tough and smug but you don’t even have a big dick so I’d shut my mouth if I were you."

The moment those words left your lips, you regretted them immediately. What you said was a complete lie. Matt wasn’t small. He wasn’t average either. That man had the length and girth of someone that could rearrange your insides if he was rough enough.

You expected him to be angry, but to your absolute surprise, he chuckled softly, amused.

"Pfft- I’ve a small dick? Sure."

You knew you were fucked—literally—when you heard that.

"Hm? You’re being awfully vocal for someone who said I had a small dick." Matt chuckled huskily, his words full of mockery as he watched your face contorted in pleasure.

The way his cock—thick, long and merciless—was dragging across your slippery walls before plunging deep again, made your mind fog and nails sink into his biceps and back and anything you could hold onto.

You couldn’t even moan anymore. The sounds coming out of your mouth were lewd and dirty—choked whimpers mixed with hiccups and gasps for air.

Each time his tip knocked against your cervix firmly, your pussy squeezed him like it wanted to strangle him and keep him inside herself forever.

Matt had never actually gone all the way inside you in fear of hurting you but today? He went all in. Grinding his pubic bone against your clit with each deep thrust. Watching with twisted satisfaction as your mind struggled to comprehend the amount of pleasure.

He wasn’t even going fast and yet you were already a wreck.

"M-matt--" You managed to choke out, a broken moan escaping you when he slammed deep. He was deep enough that you could feel him in your stomach. And there even formed a bulge on your tummy, immediately catching the eye of the cocky man above you.

"Mmhmm?" Matt hummed lazily, as if he had all the time in the world to keep ruining you. His hand reached down to press down on the flesh convexing, feeling the firmness of his cock nestled deep inside you. "You feel this, sweetheart? Someone with a small dick can’t really reach this far can they?"

You wanted to respond, wanted to tell him you were wrong, but no words left your mouth; the only sound you could let out were broken cries.

All you could do was shake your head no, tears pooling in your eyes, threatening to fall. The sight of them made Matt’s heart jump. God. You looked so vulnerable. And utterly fucking cute. He wasn’t sure if he could resist the urge to devour you.

His slow pace gradually quickened and it wasn’t long before he was pounding you into the mattress, his cock hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. Your pussy fluttered and clenched around him in response to his punishing thrusts.

He changed the position after a while, pushing your knees up and against your shoulders, making your hips rise without your control. You were almost folded in half just so he could go deeper, give you every inch he could offer—which was too much for you.

He was too big and you were too tight. Your pussy stretched wide to accommodate his girth and the fullness only added to your pleasure.

"Shit... Can feel you all around me." Matt’s brows knitted together, lips parting in pleasure, hips unrelenting. His hands gripped the underside of your knees so tightly that his knuckles were white.

Wet squelching noises from his cock driving in and out of your sopping cunt filled the room, along with the ominous creaking of the bed due to him fucking you into it. You had previously broken his bed while fucking so naturally you started to get worried

Matt noticed your distraction and made you look into his eyes by grabbing your tear-streaked face by the jaw. "Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Watch me ruin this sweet pussy with my "small" dick." The sarcasm dripping from his tone only made you more desperate.

He fucked you harder and deeper, as if to emphasize his words and make you stop thinking all-together. And it worked. You couldn’t think. The only thing you could focus on was his thick cock plunging in and out of your pussy.

Slowly, familiar tension began pooling in your stomach, the feeling causing you to shudder in anticipation. The pressure grew with each deep and calculated thrust. Even though Matt fucked you fast, his thrusts weren’t uncoordinated—he was making sure to hit all the right spots.

It would be a lie if you said he wasn’t amazing in bed, and paired with how big he was, it wasn’t surprising he was as cocky as he was. He knows he can please a woman.

"Matt-- I’m gonna, gonna cum!" You mewled, nails digging into his biceps and forearms, leaving half crescent shapes.

"Mhm, let it happen, baby. C’mon... I wanna feel you come undone around me." He murmured, voice hoarse and low.

That was exactly what you needed to fall over the edge and your orgasm washed over you in sudden waves, strong and earth-shattering, threatening to make you go dumb.

Your back arched and pussy spasmed around his shaft, alternating from squeezing and relaxing, causing Matt to moan loudly in pleasure. Your pussy was fucking exquisite.

Matt kept thrusting, fucking you through your orgasm and pushing you steadily towards another one. He was close, so close, yet he held back his own release just so he could feel you coming all over his length.

He wanted to ruin you before he filled you up.

The pleasure you felt was too intense. Too much. And yet you didn’t stop him. You didn’t want him to stop. You were pretty sure your guts would be rearranged and your poor pussy would be gaping and leaking by the time he was done with you.

Still. You needed more. And he gave it to you—raw, deep and absolutely fucking filthy.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟏 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

Isa’s rambling ۶ৎ So I was just listening to music and scrolling through Pinterest when I saw a meme of a stop sign with the following quote "big dick alert, be aware" and I immediately got this idea (I need that pic for personal use but I accidentally refreshed my fyp and couldn’t find it again ��)

Also, mb for the wait like I wanted to post it but I just didn't have the time to proofread it.

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