mattswish

[mattswish]

new fic! : HIKING TRIP WITH MATT

tag’ : @sturns-mermaid

[mattswish]

happy sunday sluts!

౨ৎ church boy ౨ৎ

content: suggestive, matt asking reader to wear a certain thong, pet names, intro!

wc: 0.6

it was a early morning on sunday, it always was. every sunday it was a routine. you would wake up, rub the blur out of your eyes, get dressed then pretend like you give a fuck while sitting in church. it wasn’t always like that. you used to enjoy it when you were little and actually had faith. after your mom died your dad stopped going. he got angry faster, his patience was a thin line, thinner than you would ever assume. he started going again because people were feeding him “the end of the world” bullshit. as if going to church automatically makes you a good person.

it wasn’t always easy to pretend like you cared about what the preacher was blabbering about. it was even harder to pretend you didn’t want to fuck matthew sturniolo. he worked at the church, always came every sunday, sometimes even spoke up for the preacher when he was sick. but something didn’t seem right, he looked a little too good to be a little church boy. if there was a god, you were going straight to hell for the sins you wanted to do with him, he probably knew that too. he would always find your eyes already looking at him, whether you were sitting in front of him or behind him in the booths. today started off normal. you woke up and put your outfit on. you wore a baby pink sweater with a white long skirt on. you sat down in your usual seat beside your father with matt one row behind you. you didn’t even last a minute before turning your head back to see matt over your shoulder. he didn’t notice you at first so you took him in. he was wearing his classic blue jeans with a creamish sweater. you also noticed he was wearing a horse necklace, he always did, it was a matthew sturniolo staple. you always wondered why he came. was it because he worked here or did he actually have faith, he just didn’t seem like the person to wanna be saved. your daydreaming got cut off by his eyes. your head instantly turned back around as your cheeks flushed. no matter how many times you got caught looking it would never not be embarrassing. everyone stood up for the opening song which gave you a opportunity you’ve finally gained confidence to take. you lifted your arms up pretending to stretch just for your sweater to ride up to reveal your white thin thong. you subtly looked at matt and saw him looking at it. he took the the bait.

the rest of church went by slow. it was boring, you stood when you had to, and didn’t sing. it wasn’t natural to you, you’d very much rather be having a date with your rose toy right about now. you sighed with relief as the preacher dismissed everyone. “i’m gonna talk to the preacher for a bit, be good and stay put.” your dad said as he walked away from you, leaving you standing by the door to the now cleared out room. “hey.” a voice rang out behind you. it was matt. “oh uh hello.” a light pink flush went across your cheeks. “your y/n, right? i’m matthew.” you gave him a nod in response. “so you work here?” you asked. “yeah it’s not bad, plus i can see pretty girls like you.” he smirked. ah, so he was the confident type. “think i can get your insta?”

you felt your phone vibrate, instantly you picked it up. it was matt. you opened instagram and clicked on his profile. “2.9 mil?” you say out loud. of course, you let your curiosity get the best of you. you looked at his account for over an over before you realized you never texted him back.

a soft smile left your lips. you finally had matt in your finger tips, figuratively of course. you two talked for hours about meaningless things. some sweet and some..-

a/n: this is basically the intro so it’s ass and not too freaky yet💔

masterlist/taglist

as always, fuck trump

tags: @courta13 @nxvasturns @mattspillowprincess @2prettyysturniolo @darylsmercy @dollifyy

[mattswish]

౨ৎ church boy ౨ৎ

content: suggestive, matt asking reader to wear a certain thong, pet names, intro!

wc: 0.6k

it was a early morning on sunday, it always was. every sunday it was a routine. you would wake up, rub the blur out of your eyes, get dressed then pretend like you give a fuck while sitting in church. it wasn’t always like that. you used to enjoy it when you were little and actually had faith. after your mom died your dad stopped going. he got angry faster, his patience was a thin line, thinner than you would ever assume. he started going again because people were feeding him “the end of the world” bullshit. as if going to church automatically makes you a good person.

it wasn’t always easy to pretend like you cared about what the preacher was blabbering about. it was even harder to pretend you didn’t want to fuck matthew sturniolo. he worked at the church, always came every sunday, sometimes even spoke up for the preacher when he was sick. but something didn’t seem right, he looked a little too good to be a little church boy. if there was a god, you were going straight to hell for the sins you wanted to do with him, he probably knew that too. he would always find your eyes already looking at him, whether you were sitting in front of him or behind him in the booths. today started off normal. you woke up and put your outfit on. you wore a baby pink sweater with a white long skirt on. you sat down in your usual seat beside your father with matt one row behind you. you didn’t even last a minute before turning your head back to see matt over your shoulder. he didn’t notice you at first so you took him in. he was wearing his classic blue jeans with a creamish sweater. you also noticed he was wearing a horse necklace, he always did, it was a matthew sturniolo staple. you always wondered why he came. was it because he worked here or did he actually have faith, he just didn’t seem like the person to wanna be saved. your daydreaming got cut off by his eyes. your head instantly turned back around as your cheeks flushed. no matter how many times you got caught looking it would never not be embarrassing. everyone stood up for the opening song which gave you a opportunity you’ve finally gained confidence to take. you lifted your arms up pretending to stretch just for your sweater to ride up to reveal your white thin thong. you subtly looked at matt and saw him looking at it. he took the the bait.

the rest of church went by slow. it was boring, you stood when you had to, and didn’t sing. it wasn’t natural to you, you’d very much rather be having a date with your rose toy right about now. you sighed with relief as the preacher dismissed everyone. “i’m gonna talk to the preacher for a bit, be good and stay put.” your dad said as he walked away from you, leaving you standing by the door to the now cleared out room. “hey.” a voice rang out behind you. it was matt. “oh uh hello.” a light pink flush went across your cheeks. “your y/n, right? i’m matthew.” you gave him a nod in response. “so you work here?” you asked. “yeah it’s not bad, plus i can see pretty girls like you.” he smirked. ah, so he was the confident type. “think i can get your insta?”

you felt your phone vibrate, instantly you picked it up. it was matt. you opened instagram and clicked on his profile. “2.9 mil?” you say out loud. of course, you let your curiosity get the best of you. you looked at his account for over an over before you realized you never texted him back.

a soft smile left your lips. you finally had matt in your finger tips, figuratively of course. you two talked for hours about meaningless things. some sweet and some..-

a/n: this is basically the intro so it’s ass and not too freaky yet💔

masterlist/taglist

as always, fuck trump

tags: @courta13 @nxvasturns @mattspillowprincess @2prettyysturniolo @darylsmercy @dollifyy

[mattswish]

y’all christian’s are gonna HATE my new series.. (sorry) dropping sunday tho!

[mattswish]

y’all christian’s are gonna HATE my new series.. (sorry) dropping sunday tho!

[mattswish]

top golf - matt sturniolo imagine

fem!reader x golfer!matt

smut

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you and matt were at topgolf, just before sunset, the sky painted in soft pinks and oranges. the place was nearly empty, only a couple of other groups scattered around, far enough away to feel like you two were in your own little world. matt loved golf. and he was good at it. like, annoyingly good. so naturally, he made it his mission to teach you, even though you’d never held a club in your life.

you showed up to his apartment in a tight little tank top and a tennis skirt that barely covered your ass, practically daring him. the second he opened the door and saw you standing there, all smug and innocent, he knew. this lesson was gonna test his patience in more ways than one.

at first, he let you mess around, trying to swing on your own. you missed the ball more than you hit it, and your form was… questionable at best. but after enough failed attempts, you finally gave in, rolling your eyes and telling him, “fine, help me then.”

matt took a solid swing, the satisfying clang echoing as his ball soared down the range. 200 yards, easy. he watched it fly, then turned back to look at you sitting cross legged by the table, sipping your drink with a smirk. he motioned you over with his hand.

“okay, put the ball on the tee,” he said casually. as you bent over in front of him to do it, your skirt lifted just enough to tease him. he let out a quiet breath, trying to keep his cool. he handed you the driver, his fingers brushing yours. “you’re gonna take a practice swing, alright? back up, i’ll show you.”

you stepped back with the club in hand, and he came up behind you, real close. one hand gripped your hip while the other adjusted your shoulders.

“you should be slightly bent over,” he said, low in your ear. he pressed into you as he fixed your stance, clearly enjoying how you molded to him.

you smirked. “i thought we were playing golf, not testing your self control.”

he rolled his eyes, even though you couldn’t see it. “trust me, this is me having self control.”

you followed his instructions, taking a slow backswing, then snapping forward just like he showed you.

“that’s good,” he murmured. “now hit the ball.”

you lined up, swung again, and missed. he chuckled behind you, the sound low and teasing. “try again.”

the second time, you connected. not bad. not matt level good, but enough to earn a proud little grin from him.

“you’re a natural,” he teased, clearly impressed. you kept going, shot after shot, matt switching out your clubs and guiding you through each stance, each angle. he stayed close, hands always finding their way to your hips, your waist, your lower back.

at one point, he teed up a ball and topped it completely. it barely rolled off the platform. you were sitting and laughing when he came over, grinning through the embarrassment.

“i’m starting to think i’m better than you,” you teased.

he leaned down, both hands braced on the arms of your chair, caging you in. “right. and all you’ve done is sit there and look pretty.”

you gave him a quick peck on the lips, smirking. “that’s what i do best.”

as your time wound down, you teed up one of your last balls. you bent over again in that tiny skirt, fully aware of him behind you. and sure enough, he came up behind you, tugging your hips into place with that same firm grip. but this time, you didn’t need him to correct your arms. you knew the motion now.

“good girl,” he said under his breath, the words slipping out almost instinctively.

you shivered.

you swung, and the ball barely made it off the tee. matt let out a soft laugh behind you. “adorable effort.”

you reset yourself for one last shot, and before you could swing, he leaned down and whispered, voice thick and low.

“whoever drives it the furthest gets head tonight.”

you froze, blinking. “seriously?”

he just smirked.

you hit. your best shot yet. smooth, clean, and it flew down the range. you turned to him, innocent as ever, and walked away to watch.

matt lined up, cracked his neck, and hit. the ball shot past yours without question. he looked back at you, shrugged, and gave you that cocky grin that made your stomach flip.

you rolled your eyes, blushing.

on the way to his car, he opened the door for you like always. once you were buckled in, his hand slid onto your thigh. right to the hem of your skirt, thumb grazing soft circles.

“you did good,” he said, glancing at you. “well… once you finally stopped being so stubborn.”

you gave him a look. “i still think you cheated.”

he raised an eyebrow. “cheated?”

“you were distracting. grabbing my hips, whispering in my ear like that…”

he chuckled, voice dropping. “distractions are part of the game, baby. you think you weren’t distracting me?”

you feigned confusion. “how so?”

he slid his hand just under your skirt. “this little thing? you knew what you were doing.”

“maybe,” you whispered, biting back a smile.

back at his apartment, as soon as the door clicked shut behind you, matt was on you.

“don’t think i forgot about the bet,” he muttered, pulling you back against his chest. his hands gripped your hips, holding you there as you wiggled your ass against him. “you’re such a tease,” he muttered.

“me? i was just learning to golf,” you said with fake innocence.

he spun you around to face him. “you’ve got natural talent.”

“at golf?” you questioned.

he kissed you, quick and hot. “nah… at making me lose my damn mind.”

you sank to your knees, looking up at him with that same innocent smirk. he let out a soft laugh, already hardening in his sweats. you pulled them down, along with his boxers, revealing him fully.

you started slow. just the tip, swirling your tongue around it, watching his eyes flutter as his hand tangled in your hair. “c’mon, baby,” he groaned.

you took more of him in, stroking the rest with your hand, using your tongue in lazy, teasing circles. then you started bobbing, picking up speed, hand and mouth working in sync.

“good girl,” he panted. “just like that.”

he guided your head with his grip on your hair, fucking your mouth a little rougher now. “fuck, oh my god…”

just when his hips started to stutter, he pulled out, grabbing your chin to tilt your head back.

you stuck out your tongue, and with a few fast strokes, he came. hot and messy across your tongue and lips.

you swallowed, he wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb and then pushed it into your mouth. you looked up at him with a proud little grin.

this was the sports matt au up my sleeve 🤭

(this is all my original work. all characters and actions are fictional. don’t steal, copy, or repost this work without my knowledge and consent. reblogs and love is appreciated.)

[mattswish]

happy father’s day to all the sugar daddies on here

- buns 𝜗𝜚

[mattswish]

go like divas

౨ৎ silver touch ౨ৎ

content: FREAKSHIT, hand kink, public sex, face slapping, praising, pet names, rubbing matt’s cum on readers lips, finger sucking, fingering, p in v, mouth spitting, dry humping, hair pulling, mentions of man handling, badly written smut, not proofread unfortunately.

wc: 1.6k

the party

matt’s hands always had you in a chokehold. right now, the two of you were at a party. the host was matt’s best friend, nate, so you couldn’t just make him leave. you watched him as held his drink, talking to some other people. your eyes locked onto his grip against the classic red drinking cup he was holding. his fingers were so long and slender, not to mention his nails were painted black and he had his classic silver rings on. matt clearly picked up on the staring since his hand snaked onto your thigh, his touch soft but firm. thankfully, the party was in the bar because before you knew it, matt’s fingers were rubbing circles onto your clothed clit. you silently were so glad you two were sitting in a booth. matt kept the same face as he continued to talk to nate and his other friend, eddie. he switched his fingers around, he pulled your panties to the side after pulling your skirt up around your hips. you should’ve told him to stop, nate and eddie were right there, they could’ve seen but you didn’t really care. he dipped his middle finger inside, letting his thumb rub your clit. he fingered you slowly but enough to make you feel good. this wasn’t the first time matt pulled this, but every time you struggled to keep a straight face. he added another finger easily due to how soaked you were. the little subtle smirk on his face killed you. it wasn’t long before your thighs pressed together as you came onto his fingers, wetting your skirt a bit. “what’s that?” matt pointed with his other hand. as nate and eddie looked away, he locked eyes with you while he licked you off his fingers.

vanilla ice cream

you and matt stopped by a ice cream shop and of course he waited to eat his until he got home. “matt i told you it was gonna melt.” you said slightly annoyed. you were sitting in his bed with him meaning the ice cream was dripping everywhere. he took two fingers and slid up some of the ice cream that dripped. he slipped them into his mouth, licking them clean. okay, maybe you weren’t annoyed anymore. he reached down, picking up more. you stopped his hand halfway to his mouth, guiding them into yours. your tongue swirled over his fingers, sucking them slightly. “needy for my hands, again?” he mocked. you pulled off once you were sure they were clean. matt put them in his mouth before taking them out after he made sure they were coated in his own saliva. he picked up more ice cream, this time from his cone. “open, baby.” he whispered, putting his two fingers up to your lips. without hesitation you opened, letting them slip into your mouth with ease. you did the same as before, but instead of him pulling them out he pushed them deeper, hitting the back of your throat. you gagged, looking up at him. the same smirk he always had creeped back onto his face. his fingers retreated but only to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging on it. his grip was firm but not hurtful. his lips pressed into yours, letting his tongue explore your mouth. his thumb came up, grabbing your chin causing your mouth to open. your eyes push open to see the sight of him spitting in your mouth. “swallow.” he demanded, though his tone was laced with softness. you did as he said — your mouth closed and you swallowed, flashing him a smile afterwards. the both of his hands found your hips pushing you onto his lap to straddle him. as soon as you were on top you felt him. his dick was straining against the fabric of his jeans. “need you.” your words were so quiet he could barely hear them, but he did. he started by pushing you back by your hips then dragging you forward again. after you got the rhythm he took the same two fingers as before and shoved him past your lips. your hips instantly started to go faster as you sunk deeper onto him. drool was starting to pool at your lips, letting some drip down your chin. the familiar feeling pooled in your stomach as you kept going faster. “you close, baby?” he asked. you responded with a eager nod. in one swift motion he had you on your back with him on top of you. “not yet.” he smiled.

chapstick

matt drove his brothers to target, obviously you went with them, you always did. on the way nick and matt got into a argument causing him to stay in the car just to be petty. you didn’t mind though, you stayed with him. you were scrolling through spotify to pick a song before you felt it. his hand found your thigh. it was a common gesture he did all the time but he just got his nails done. they were clear with silver stars in the middle. “matt.” you smiled. he responded with a returned smile. he looked into the mostly empty parking lot, the only cars were away from us. the only light that could be seen was coming from the a few lampposts and the moon. “what all did they need?” you asked with the same smile on your face. “enough for us to finish.” you opened your mouth to talk but got cut off by matt moving to the back seat. “are we really doing this?”

so that’s how you ended up here. you were on all fours with matt plowing into you from behind. your knees were pressed into the soft leather fabric of his back seats. he didn’t leave you any time for adjusting to his size, the burning sensation felt oddly good. his slender fingers wrap around your mouth, keeping your whiny moans quiet. without hesitation he flipped you over on your back, slipping back inside of you. the hand on your mouth left for a moment just to give you a small slap across the face earning a small breathless moan from you. “you like that, pretty girl?” matt kept his rapid pace as you answer his question with a moan, he didn’t accept that though. another slap was placed across your face, on the other side this time. “yes, feels so good.” you choked out. again, a slap hit your face, softer this time, you were silently thanking him for not wearing his rings since he had his nail appointment. you didn’t know what got into matt but you fucking loved every second of it. “you love my fingers huh, baby?” he said, dragging two fingers across your soaked cunt, making sure the tips were glossy. you opened your mouth to answer him but instead you were met with his fingers running over your lips, smearing your own juices on you. “matt, please.” you whine out. “please what?” he dipped his fingers past your lips. “wanna cum.” you hardly spit out due to his fingers in your mouth. he pulled them out and gave you what you wanted. he sped up his pace trying to hurry before chris and nick came back. after a few more thrusts his dick started twitching around your tightening walls. “fuck, baby.” he moaned as you let yourself go underneath him. he rode you through your high before pulling out and releasing on your clit. the car was filled with the small moans of the both of you, causing the windows to slowly steam up. he picked some of your mixed cum up before wiping it on your lips. “new chapstick?” he smirked, making you roll your eyes even though there was no real annoyance behind it.

nightly ride

your alarm clock flashed 1am in red numbers. for the past two hours you tried everything to fall asleep. the only thing you could focus on was the aching tension between your legs. being a influencers girlfriend, you see a lot of edits. all day your stupid fyp was loaded with clips of matts hand. you tried to push the creeping feeling down but you couldn’t. you crept your hand down, pushing it past the waistband of your panties, easily finding your soaked bud. you kept your mouth shut, trying to not let a whine slip as you pressed on your clit. your mind replayed the thoughts of how easily matt could pick you up, move you around, how big his hands looks on you. your trail of thought got cut off by matt’s sudden stirring. “baby?” your neck snapped to him as he spoke. “are you?” he asked, rubbing his tired eyes. you pressed your lips together in a line, letting out a hum of embarrassment. “tell me what you want.” his voice still gruff from sleep. “your hands…” came out as a mumble. matt sat up, delicately taking off your panties as if you were fragile. “go ahead n’ use em, needy girl.” and you did what you did best, you listened to him. his rings came off smoothly. you grabbed his hand, guiding his index and middle finger to your slick folds. easily, you pushed the two inside you, earning a small gasp from you and a smirk from him. your hips bucked up, using his fingers as your own toy. he cooed your through your soft whines. “that feel good?” a eager nod always forms from you. he curved his fingers causing a twitch to overcome your body. “feels so good.” you murmured. with the tightening grip of your cunt and the rapid breathless moans coming from your lips, matt knew you were close. “cum for me, needy.” with his encouragement you continued to use his fingers. you changed positions, you’re now sitting up on your legs, riding his fingers. it should’ve been embarrassing, even a tiny bit, but you felt too good to care. your eyes squeezed shut as your climax came. “good girl.” matt praised as he took his fingers out and licked one of them. the other finger, the index, was brought to your mouth, letting you suck your own release.

a/n: yeah guys idk…. thanks for 100 followers, love u divas

as always, fuck trump ౨ৎ

masterlist/taglist - requests are always open.

taglist: @courta13 @darylsmercy @dollifyy

[mattswish]

౨ৎ silver touch ౨ৎ

content: FREAKSHIT, hand kink, public sex, face slapping, praising, pet names, rubbing matt’s cum on readers lips, finger sucking, fingering, p in v, mouth spitting, dry humping, hair pulling, mentions of man handling, badly written smut, not proofread unfortunately.

wc: 1.6k

the party

matt’s hands always had you in a chokehold. right now, the two of you were at a party. the host was matt’s best friend, nate, so you couldn’t just make him leave. you watched him as held his drink, talking to some other people. your eyes locked onto his grip against the classic red drinking cup he was holding. his fingers were so long and slender, not to mention his nails were painted black and he had his classic silver rings on. matt clearly picked up on the staring since his hand snaked onto your thigh, his touch soft but firm. thankfully, the party was in the bar because before you knew it, matt’s fingers were rubbing circles onto your clothed clit. you silently were so glad you two were sitting in a booth. matt kept the same face as he continued to talk to nate and his other friend, eddie. he switched his fingers around, he pulled your panties to the side after pulling your skirt up around your hips. you should’ve told him to stop, nate and eddie were right there, they could’ve seen but you didn’t really care. he dipped his middle finger inside, letting his thumb rub your clit. he fingered you slowly but enough to make you feel good. this wasn’t the first time matt pulled this, but every time you struggled to keep a straight face. he added another finger easily due to how soaked you were. the little subtle smirk on his face killed you. it wasn’t long before your thighs pressed together as you came onto his fingers, wetting your skirt a bit. “what’s that?” matt pointed with his other hand. as nate and eddie looked away, he locked eyes with you while he licked you off his fingers.

vanilla ice cream

you and matt stopped by a ice cream shop and of course he waited to eat his until he got home. “matt i told you it was gonna melt.” you said slightly annoyed. you were sitting in his bed with him meaning the ice cream was dripping everywhere. he took two fingers and slid up some of the ice cream that dripped. he slipped them into his mouth, licking them clean. okay, maybe you weren’t annoyed anymore. he reached down, picking up more. you stopped his hand halfway to his mouth, guiding them into yours. your tongue swirled over his fingers, sucking them slightly. “needy for my hands, again?” he mocked. you pulled off once you were sure they were clean. matt put them in his mouth before taking them out after he made sure they were coated in his own saliva. he picked up more ice cream, this time from his cone. “open, baby.” he whispered, putting his two fingers up to your lips. without hesitation you opened, letting them slip into your mouth with ease. you did the same as before, but instead of him pulling them out he pushed them deeper, hitting the back of your throat. you gagged, looking up at him. the same smirk he always had creeped back onto his face. his fingers retreated but only to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging on it. his grip was firm but not hurtful. his lips pressed into yours, letting his tongue explore your mouth. his thumb came up, grabbing your chin causing your mouth to open. your eyes push open to see the sight of him spitting in your mouth. “swallow.” he demanded, though his tone was laced with softness. you did as he said — your mouth closed and you swallowed, flashing him a smile afterwards. the both of his hands found your hips pushing you onto his lap to straddle him. as soon as you were on top you felt him. his dick was straining against the fabric of his jeans. “need you.” your words were so quiet he could barely hear them, but he did. he started by pushing you back by your hips then dragging you forward again. after you got the rhythm he took the same two fingers as before and shoved him past your lips. your hips instantly started to go faster as you sunk deeper onto him. drool was starting to pool at your lips, letting some drip down your chin. the familiar feeling pooled in your stomach as you kept going faster. “you close, baby?” he asked. you responded with a eager nod. in one swift motion he had you on your back with him on top of you. “not yet.” he smiled.

chapstick

matt drove his brothers to target, obviously you went with them, you always did. on the way nick and matt got into a argument causing him to stay in the car just to be petty. you didn’t mind though, you stayed with him. you were scrolling through spotify to pick a song before you felt it. his hand found your thigh. it was a common gesture he did all the time but he just got his nails done. they were clear with silver stars in the middle. “matt.” you smiled. he responded with a returned smile. he looked into the mostly empty parking lot, the only cars were away from us. the only light that could be seen was coming from the a few lampposts and the moon. “what all did they need?” you asked with the same smile on your face. “enough for us to finish.” you opened your mouth to talk but got cut off by matt moving to the back seat. “are we really doing this?”

so that’s how you ended up here. you were on all fours with matt plowing into you from behind. your knees were pressed into the soft leather fabric of his back seats. he didn’t leave you any time for adjusting to his size, the burning sensation felt oddly good. his slender fingers wrap around your mouth, keeping your whiny moans quiet. without hesitation he flipped you over on your back, slipping back inside of you. the hand on your mouth left for a moment just to give you a small slap across the face earning a small breathless moan from you. “you like that, pretty girl?” matt kept his rapid pace as you answer his question with a moan, he didn’t accept that though. another slap was placed across your face, on the other side this time. “yes, feels so good.” you choked out. again, a slap hit your face, softer this time, you were silently thanking him for not wearing his rings since he had his nail appointment. you didn’t know what got into matt but you fucking loved every second of it. “you love my fingers huh, baby?” he said, dragging two fingers across your soaked cunt, making sure the tips were glossy. you opened your mouth to answer him but instead you were met with his fingers running over your lips, smearing your own juices on you. “matt, please.” you whine out. “please what?” he dipped his fingers past your lips. “wanna cum.” you hardly spit out due to his fingers in your mouth. he pulled them out and gave you what you wanted. he sped up his pace trying to hurry before chris and nick came back. after a few more thrusts his dick started twitching around your tightening walls. “fuck, baby.” he moaned as you let yourself go underneath him. he rode you through your high before pulling out and releasing on your clit. the car was filled with the small moans of the both of you, causing the windows to slowly steam up. he picked some of your mixed cum up before wiping it on your lips. “new chapstick?” he smirked, making you roll your eyes even though there was no real annoyance behind it.

nightly ride

your alarm clock flashed 1am in red numbers. for the past two hours you tried everything to fall asleep. the only thing you could focus on was the aching tension between your legs. being a influencers girlfriend, you see a lot of edits. all day your stupid fyp was loaded with clips of matts hand. you tried to push the creeping feeling down but you couldn’t. you crept your hand down, pushing it past the waistband of your panties, easily finding your soaked bud. you kept your mouth shut, trying to not let a whine slip as you pressed on your clit. your mind replayed the thoughts of how easily matt could pick you up, move you around, how big his hands looks on you. your trail of thought got cut off by matt’s sudden stirring. “baby?” your neck snapped to him as he spoke. “are you?” he asked, rubbing his tired eyes. you pressed your lips together in a line, letting out a hum of embarrassment. “tell me what you want.” his voice still gruff from sleep. “your hands…” came out as a mumble. matt sat up, delicately taking off your panties as if you were fragile. “go ahead n’ use em, needy girl.” and you did what you did best, you listened to him. his rings came off smoothly. you grabbed his hand, guiding his index and middle finger to your slick folds. easily, you pushed the two inside you, earning a small gasp from you and a smirk from him. your hips bucked up, using his fingers as your own toy. he cooed your through your soft whines. “that feel good?” a eager nod always forms from you. he curved his fingers causing a twitch to overcome your body. “feels so good.” you murmured. with the tightening grip of your cunt and the rapid breathless moans coming from your lips, matt knew you were close. “cum for me, needy.” with his encouragement you continued to use his fingers. you changed positions, you’re now sitting up on your legs, riding his fingers. it should’ve been embarrassing, even a tiny bit, but you felt too good to care. your eyes squeezed shut as your climax came. “good girl.” matt praised as he took his fingers out and licked one of them. the other finger, the index, was brought to your mouth, letting you suck your own release.

a/n: yeah guys idk…. thanks for 100 followers, love u divas

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SWEET TOOTH - c.sturniolo

in which: fuckboy!chris toys innocent!reader with a lollipop.

contains: oral (f receiving), lollipop play, teasing, dirty talk, consensual control, bondage (a bit later), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pussy drunk chris.

He was trouble from the moment you met him—messy hair, cocky grin, that slouched swagger like he owned every room he walked into. Chris was the kind of guy mothers warned daughters about. And yet, somehow, you ended up alone with him tonight, tucked away in the back of his place—his room dimly lit, music low, your heart pounding loud enough to drown it all out.

You sat on the edge of his bed, knees together, wearing the soft dress you thought was just cute enough. He stood in front of you, shirt half-unbuttoned, sucking lazily on a red lollipop like he hadn’t been staring at you like he was starving for hours.

“Y’know,” he drawled, pulling the candy from his mouth with a wet pop, “you keep lookin’ at me like that, I’m gonna start thinkin’ you want me to ruin you.”

Your breath caught.

“I don’t…” you started, but your voice betrayed you—breathy, uncertain.

Chris smirked. “Don’t what, baby?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

He stepped between your knees, fingers under your chin, tilting your face up toward him. “That’s the whole fuckin’ point.”

And then he kissed you.

It started soft—teasing. But it didn’t stay that way. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting, coaxing, demanding. By the time he pulled back, your thighs were already pressed together, and he knew it.

“You trust me?” he murmured, that edge in his voice like velvet wrapped around steel.

You nodded. Slowly. Nervously.

His grin deepened. “Good girl.”

And then he had you on your back—completely bare, panties peeled off with slow, torturous precision. Your breath hitched when you felt the cool air hit your soaked folds. Chris looked down like he was admiring art.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he muttered, licking his lips. “You want me to teach you how this goes?”

You blinked up at him, your body already trembling with anticipation. “Y-yeah.”

He pulled the lollipop from his mouth again. Sticky. Shiny. Slick with spit.

“Ever had one of these… somewhere else?”

You shook your head.

He grinned like the devil himself. “Then lucky me. First lesson.”

And then he slid it down.

You gasped—legs trying to clamp shut, but he spread you open with ease. The cool, wet surface of the candy traced through your folds, drawing slow circles around your clit, down to your entrance. You whimpered, hips jerking when he gently pushed the rounded tip inside.

“Relax,” he said, voice gravel against your neck. “I’ve got you.”

He began to slide it in and out—slow at first, then deeper, letting the lollipop coat in your slick, dragging over your most sensitive places with unbearable pressure.

You arched, mouth open, moaning without shame now.

Chris watched, jaw tight, eyes glued to where your body took the candy. “Look at that… you’re fuckin’ dripping. You like being used like this, don’t you?”

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. All you could do was whimper, nodding furiously, your legs shaking.

And just when you were right there—panting, needing, desperate—he pulled it out.

You almost cried out from the loss.

But then he dropped between your legs and devoured you.

His mouth was hot, hungry, wicked. Tongue fucking into you like he needed it to breathe, lips sucking on your clit until your thighs clamped around his head and you were sobbing his name. He moaned into you—like he loved the taste—and it only made you spiral faster.

And then—

He pulled back, spit-slick and glistening, and shoved the lollipop into your mouth.

Your lips parted instinctively, tasting yourself, tasting him. It was sweet and obscene and filthy—and you moaned around the candy, looking up at him with wide, glassy eyes.

Chris looked wrecked.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growled, rubbing himself through his jeans with a pained expression. “I’m not even close to done with you.”

And you?

You didn’t want him to be.

Within moments, your wrists were bound above your head—Chris had tied them with the black silk tie he’d pulled off his nightstand, looping it through the headboard slats and knotting it tight enough to hold, but gentle enough not to hurt.

You tested it once. There was no give. No escape.

You were completely exposed—naked, trembling, stretched out across his bed, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you looked down at him.

He was on his knees between your thighs again, bare chest gleaming with sweat, mouth already red and slick from earlier. He looked up at you like he was starving. Like your pussy was his fucking religion.

“You thought I was done?” he murmured, voice thick and wrecked. “Baby… I haven’t even started yet.”

He dragged two fingers slowly through your folds, then sucked them into his mouth with a filthy groan. “Still so sweet. So fucking perfect. Bet I can get at least three more out of you before you beg me to stop.”

You whimpered, shaking your head, thighs already twitching. “Chris, I—I can’t—”

He smirked, dark and mean. “You can. You just don’t know it yet.”

And then his mouth was on you.

He licked like a man possessed—tongue flat and wide at first, long slow strokes that made your toes curl. Then faster. More precise. He zeroed in on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth hard enough to make your back arch off the mattress.

You cried out, wrists tugging helplessly against the tie.

“Fuck, yes… that’s it,” he growled, breath hot against your swollen folds. “Come on, baby, give me another.”

You didn’t have a choice.

Your second orgasm hit like a fucking train—your thighs clamping around his head, your voice breaking into high, desperate moans as your body convulsed beneath him. But Chris didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down.

If anything, he got hungrier.

“That’s my girl. So fucking good for me. Let me take what I want, just like that.”

You were sobbing now—pleasure mixing with overwhelming sensation. Every flick of his tongue on your raw, overstimulated clit made your body jolt. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as your thighs tried to twist away, but he held you down—one strong arm hooked over your hips, keeping you spread and still.

“Chris—fuck—please—too much—”

But he just groaned into you, tongue thrusting inside you now, wet and obscene. He was pussy drunk, completely gone, like the taste of you was the only thing anchoring him to this world.

Your third orgasm rolled in fast and brutal—blinding, searing, completely out of your control. You screamed his name, legs trembling violently, face soaked in tears, body shaking like you were falling apart.

Finally—finally—he pulled back.

Your chest was heaving, throat raw from crying, wrists aching from how hard you’d pulled. And Chris just stared at you—lips shiny, chin wet, his hair messy and his eyes wild with lust.

You looked wrecked.

Absolutely ruined.

And he’d never seen anything more beautiful.

He crawled up over your trembling body, cupping your flushed, tear-streaked face with both hands. Kissed your lips—softly this time, reverently.

“You did so fucking good,” he whispered against your mouth. “So perfect for me.”

Your body was limp, boneless, but you smiled faintly through the tears. “You’re insane.”

He smirked. “For you? Every time.”

A/N: since yall seem to love fuckboy!chris, here’s another one for yall 😘😘

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── GRUMPY MATT X MUTE READER ⋆˚࿔

BLURB: "8" - dotty sees matt with another girl in his bed

WARNINGS: jealously, frustration, matts a little angry and meannn :c , other girl is mean to dotty, insults, angstyyy :<

this is part of my billie eilish writing marathon [here]

wc: 600

AU MASTERLIST // NAV // ALL AUS

Matt was only hers some of the time. He had other girls, other priorities. She didnt want to come across needy, she gave him the space. It hadnt clashed before. Now there was a girl in his bed. 

She was pretty, fast asleep, hair spread across the pillow with her delicate curls, makeup smudged but not ruined. Her arm was over matts chest, he was turned away with a scrunched expression as if he was in pain even during sleep. Dotty hesitated in the doorway, mental alarms telling her to run that were unbearably loud but not enough to make her actually move, a deer in headlights. 

He slowly woke up, greeted with an uncomfortable feeling of being watched. Finally noticing dotty, she closed her agape mouth but her eyes couldnt relax. She felt like an intruder, witnessing a side of matts life hed left unspoken. 

Matt wasnt dumb-struck, he carelessly shifted the girl’s arm off him and edged towards the side of the bed, grabbing his boxers off the floor.

“the fuck are you doing here?” he whispered frustrated, climbing out from the covers to retrieve the rest of his clothes. 

He didnt look in her direction, he didnt bother. He had a sense of guilt everytime he was away from dotty, his guilt turned to anger now in her presence. matt never wanted her to see what he did when he was away from her. She knew, but she didnt need to see any of the girls, especially not first hand. 

Dotty felt his anger, it wasnt his fake kind, it didnt feel comfortable the way she didnt mind it before. She held her hands behind her back, pressing her back onto the door frame for support. The girl shifted in the bed, looking across to matt and analysing his movements. Her eyes fell towards the bedroom door. 

“whos that?” she wasnt angry, it wasnt accusatory it was just curious. As if dotty wasnt actually a threat to her. 

“doesnt matter. you need to go.” matt dismissed the question, tying up his shoelaces. 

The girls stared at each other, dotty noticed how she was unashamed of her naked state, barely bothering to cover her chest as she climbed out of the covers to reclothe herself, maintaining eye contact.

“who are you?” she pestered once more.

Dotty looked over to matt for support, watching as he rubbed his face in frustration. He didnt look in her direction.

“Does she not talk?”

He sighed, “not right now.”

“Is she dumb?” she laughed, deeming dotty as not only far from a threat but now she was stupid. She was a spectacle to be laughed at. 

Tears brimmed her waterline, matt finally met her eyes, no warmth or comfort in them. He shook his head in disapproval, burying his head back in his hands while he mentally begged for the moment to be over. 

Dotty felt invisible, unimportant. 

“go home dotty.” matt mumbled out. 

The girl looked back over to her, a laugh escaping her at the sight of a single tear down dotty’s cheek.

“aw, matt you made her cry!” she continued laughing, the sound ear piercing and devaluing enough for dotty to gain control of her legs. She stormed out the room, back out of his house. 

She wanted to blame matt, just for once she wished she could be mad at him. She was only humiliated, wishing she was different, that she was better for him. Wanting desperately to have been worth enough for him to defend her. But he didnt, and that could only be her fault. 

a/n this will have a part two !!

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HIS DICK LITERALLY WAS JUMPING OMFGG IM GONNA CUM-

also his veins??? hello??? ugh i love his hands…and arms. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM

YALL SLOW THE VIDEO DOWN I SWEARRR ITS JUMPING

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