mattybsbitch

[mattybsbitch]

you had been straddling matt’s lap for the past twenty minutes, exchanging sloppy kisses back and forth. what started as innocently cuddling on the couch, quickly turned into a heated make out, the both of you lowly moaning into each other’s mouths while rocking your hips back and forth.

matt’s hands were placed firmly on your hips, slowly moving you back and forth against the bulge that formed under his grey sweatpants. your fingers were tangled in his messy hair, pulling him further into you as your mouths repeatedly met in a mess of tongues.

“sweetheart,” matt whimpered lowly against your mouth, “y’feel so good against me like this.”

you grinned into this kiss, pressing your lips to his feverishly in response, as he continued to guide you against his straining cock. you whined, trailing your mouth across his jawline, and down the side of his neck where you began to suck and lick at the sweet spot that you knew always got your boyfriend all riled up. you giggled into his skin as you heard him moan softly, tilting his head up to give you better access as his hips subconsciously bucked up into yours.

slowly, you pulled your mouth away from his neck with a grin, admiring the marks you left on matt’s neck, grinding your hips down in small circular motions before sitting up on your knees. your gaze fell to matt’s lap, where a dark spot formed at the crotch of his sweats.

“is this from me?” you said teasingly, your voice soft.

matt’s cheeks flushed a deep red, a whine escaping his lips as he tilted his head in the other direction. your hands were quick to find his jaw, turning his head back to face you.

“is this from me?” you repeated, this time more serious.

matt looked at you with a wide eyed expression, his lips parted and breathing ragged. “y-yeah.”

you smirked, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth, moving a hand down to matt’s clothed dick, palming him slightly. he let out a choked moan, his head thrown back against the sofa cushions.

“you want me to help you out, pretty boy?” you whispered, beginning to pepper kisses to matt’s neck once more.

he nodded eagerly, mumbling out something incoherent.

“use your words, matt,” you told him, lips trailing all over the pale skin of his neck, “tell me what you need.”

“your mouth,” he whined as you began to move your hips against his again, “want your mouth on me please.”

you pulled away with a wide smirk, slowly sinking down off of his lap, onto the floor in front of him, teasingly playing with the waistband of his sweatpants. “good boy.”

© mattscoquette

inspired by this post from @muwapsturniolo

[mattybsbitch]

જ⁀➴ ♡🍨 content warning: smut, innocence corruption, masturbation, use of toys, oral (f!receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, sneaking around, getting caught, forbidden, small age gap (both characters are adults), pervy!matt, brotherbsf!matt, innocent!reader

જ⁀➴ ♡🍨 summary: your older brother is back in town for summer vacation, and he brings home his childhood best friend, matt sturniolo, who can't seem to keep his eyes off how much your body has changed since he's last seen you.

જ⁀➴ ♡🍨 this fic was requested/inspired by this ask! enjoy. (p.s. sorry i made matt so pervy in this. honestly idk what got into me. 🙈)

young god

You were in your room, listening to music, headphones in and volume on full blast while you sat on the edge of your bed, flipping through your playlist when some movement out of the corner of your left eye broke you out of your focus. You glanced up at your partially open door to see your older brother peeking through and tapping on the barrier to try to get your attention.

He was finally home for summer vacation from his second year of college. "Hey!" You jumped up, taking out your earbuds and throwing your arms around him in a big hug. "Hey, little sis. It's been a while," He greeted you, not having seen you since winter vacation earlier that year. Behind him was Matt Sturniolo, his childhood best friend who you hadn't seen in even longer.

"Hey, Matt," you said, your gaze traveling over towards your brother's best friend, who looked as attractive as ever. You'd always had an insatiable crush on him, and it didn't help that he had more facial hair, more tattoos, and a more chiseled jawline since the last time you'd seen each other.

He always hit like a drug, like a habit you couldn't kick, like a long-term addiction you couldn't shake. He flooded your system with cascading waves of dopamine whenever you looked at him and interacted with him. You craved him. However, you knew you couldn't ever pursue him.

Your brother had always warned you about him. "I know as you get older and start developing feelings for boys, you're gonna wanna start dating. But whoever you date, please don't date my friends, especially not Matt Sturniolo. I know he's my best friend, but the kid's bad news. He's only after one thing when it comes to girls, and he's off-limits to you," you recalled your brother saying to you.

After you'd started going through puberty, your brother had been hyperaware of the way your behavior suddenly changed towards his best friend. He'd started picking up on the way you'd been interacting differently with Matt, trying to get his attention more often and trying to find excuses to be in the same room as him, which terrified him.

You didn't know what he meant by that, only after one thing? You didn't know what that one thing was, but you secretly found yourself curious about it, and you wondered if it was something you could give to Matt. But you nodded at your brother, promising to stay away from Matt despite the way your stomach dropped when you looked at his friend.

"Hey, you're all grown up," Matt replied, bringing you back to the present. He subtly checked you out before pulling you into a hug, leaning down, hooking his arms around your waist, and picking you up. He let out a soft grunt as he lifted you into the air. He loved the way your body felt writhing against him as you giggled. "Put me down," you half-heartedly said, secretly loving the you felt in his arms.

Your brother shot him a look as he placed your feet back down on the hardwood floor beneath you. "I'm going off to college after the summer ends. Can you believe it?" You asked, swaying back and forth. "No, I can't. The boys at school are going to adore you," Matt said, nibbling on his lip and doing nothing to conceal the hungry look in his eye.

You didn't notice, but your protective older brother did.

"Hey, Matt and I are gonna go grab some dessert. He's gonna stay the night here. We'll be back," your brother said, wrapping up the conversation so he could go scold Matt in the car and remind him of the rules about hitting on his little sister. "Can I come?" You wondered, your eyes lighting up at a chance to be in Matt's presence once again. "I don't think that's a good idea," your brother started to say.

"Come on. Let her tag along so we can all catch up. I'll buy," Matt offered, looking back over at you with a smug smile. "Fine," your brother hesitantly said, leading the three of you out to the garage. You sat in the backseat in the middle and clicked your seltbelt closed.

On the way to get a sweet treat, Matt sat in the passenger seat with his head craned all the way around, his eyes lingering on your sweet treat between your thighs. You'd forgotten you were in a skirt and were innocently sitting with your legs splayed out while your pink panties peeked out from underneath the short fabric.

Your brother, who was focused on the road, was completely unaware of the show you were unknowingly putting on for Matt.

"So, what have you been up to since the last time I saw you? You got a boyfriend now?" Matt lustfully cooed, not that he cared if you did, while studying the outline of your puffy lips through your underwear. He bit down on his lip while his cock jumped in his jeans at the sight.

Your brother glared over at him, recognizing the tone of voice he was using on you. The same he'd use when trying to take girls to bed. "No. All the boys my age are so immature. I don't want to be with any of them," you said, making a face. "Oh really?" Matt replied in a smug voice.

You guys had arrived at your destination, and after you guys had all ordered your desserts to go, Matt was handing his card over to the employee and giving you sly looks while he undressed you in his mind.

The three of you piled back into the car to head home. Matt watched intently as you swirled your tongue around on your strawberry ice cream, imagining you were lapping up something else. "Thank you for the dessert, Matt. It's so good," you said, letting out a soft moan while you savored the taste. You weren't trying to tease him, but you were driving him wild.

"Oh, a little is dripping onto the sides there," Matt pointed at the melted, pink liquid leaking down the waffle cone, and you licked a long stripe up the dessert, cleaning it off with your tongue. "Almost got it. Give it one more good lick," he urged you.

"That's it. Good girl. You got it," Matt purred, licking hot fudge off his spoon as you dragged your tongue up the length of your cone once more. His eyes flashed back to your panties, and he noted a small damp spot on the front of the pink cotton. Blood rushed to your cheeks as Matt watched you.

Your brother reached over and slugged Matt in the arm, almost making him drop his hot fudge sundae. "Hey!" Matt exclaimed. "Hey, why'd you do that?" You innocently asked, secretly enjoying the way Matt was watching you and talking to you. "Don't worry about it. Matt's just being a perv," your brother scoffed.

You realized where Matt's eyes kept traveling back to when he wasn't watching you clean off your cone. Suddenly, you became self-conscious, slamming your legs shut and going back to eating your ice cream in silence while you looked out the window.

It's not so much that you minded Matt viewing you that way. It's that your brother was picking up on it. You avoided eye contact with both of them, worried that they had noticed how much you liked when Matt had called you good girl.

No one said a word the rest of the awkward car ride home. Later that night, the boys went into your brother's room, which was only ever occupied when he was home from school, to play video games.

You desperately needed to take care of the aching feeling between your legs you'd been wrestling with since Matt had picked you up earlier when you'd hugged him. You reached into your pink panties and started slowly rubbing yourself while you pictured Matt.

On the other side of the wall, Matt and your brother were tapping away on their controllers in front of their game. Your brother was quietly berating Matt for the way he was looking at you and talking to you earlier while they waited for the next round to render.

"Dude, that's my sister. Please don't try anything."

"Relax. I'm just having a little fun making her blush. She's really cute when she gets all worked up," Matt smugly responded. "Gross. Don't talk about her like that. If you lay a finger on her, our friendship is over. I'm serious," your brother said in a somber tone. How about in her? Matt silently wondered, smirking to himself.

"Seriously, I'll kill you if she loses it to you," he told Matt sternly, insinuating you were a virgin. "She hasn't lost it yet?" Matt's gazed off into the distance as a perverted scene unfurled in his mind. "Gross. Forget I told you that. Just stay away from her," your brother said, eating his words after he remembered Matt had a thing for innocence corruption.

"Don't worry," he smirked, holding up both hands up in a defensive position, despite the thoughts going on behind his eyes about stuffing you for the first time. "I'm going to bed after this game. I feel sick after watching you with her today," he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Matt brushed off his friend's comments. It's not that Matt didn't value his friendship with your brother and love him dearly. It's just that he was weak to his carnal desires, unable to say no to them and unable to turn down temptation when it was taunting him. Especially when it was forbidden fruit.

After they finished their final round, they shut off the light and Matt laid down on the floor next to your brother's bed with a blanket and a pillow. Your brother had fallen asleep and started softly snoring, and right as Matt began to drift off, a low hum woke him up.

At first he thought he was getting a call, but when he peered down at a black screen after picking up his phone, he realized the vibrating was coming from somewhere else entirely. It was low, unwavering, and seemed to be coming from the other side of the wall, in the direction of your bedroom.

Matt stealthily got up and slipped out the room. When he stepped into the hallway, he realized a dim light was pouring out of your room and into the hallway through a crack in your door you'd left open a bit on accident. Matt approached your room and peered in through the sliver of space between the door and the frame.

There you were, bathed in warm candlelight, laying on top of your blanket naked, legs spread, and steadying a vibrator on your clit. Matt smirked to himself as he studied the way your thighs quivered while you used your toy.

Your lips were fixed in an o shape, your cheeks were pink, and your brows were pinched together. You shut your eyes and threw your head back as Matt's name slipped through your slew of whimpers.

He poked his head into your room, pushing the door open, and he slowly invited himself inside, approaching you to get a better look at you. He loved the way your slick folds glistened in the soft lighting, and the way your breasts started to subtly bounce as you started to violently shake.

You were right on the verge of greatness, slowly nearing a climactic ending, when your eyes fluttered open, and you saw Matt standing at the foot of your bed, staring down hungrily at your pussy. Immediately, you grew insecure about being watched, chasing away your orgasm.

"Matt!?" You said his name again, but this time in an aggravated whisper. "Poor thing. All alone in here. Why play with those toys when you could have the real thing?" Matt cooed, reaching for your pink vibrator. You handed it to him while it was still buzzing, and when he rested it back onto your clit, you let out a relieved sigh in response.

"Good girl. Just lay back and relax. Just here to help," he softly directed you. "Oh, Matt," you breathed out softly, lifting your hips up and grinding up against the vibrator in his grip. You glanced down at his smirk and how his eyes were fixed on the way you were clenching around nothing.

With his free hand, he took his middle finger and started teasing your folds with it. Your eyes widened as he sunk his finger into your drooling cunt. For a moment, you thought you must be dreaming. You let out a loud, satisfied sigh as he pushed it all the way in.

"You gotta be quiet, sweet thing. If your brother had any idea what I'm doing to you right now, he'd kill me."

You nodded at him and placed your palm over your mouth to muffle all the noise you couldn't keep yourself from making. "It's gotta be our little secret," he grinned at you as he added another finger, and you could feel the cold metal of his rings on the warm flesh of your thighs as he pumped them back and forth into your heat.

"You're so tight," he whispered, relishing in the way you clenched around his digits while they started to stretch you out. He shut off your toy for a moment, setting it off to the side, and repositioning himself.

He lowered his head between your legs while he fingered you, and he started to work his mouth on your special place, rolling his soft tongue over your clit and manipulating your folds with it. He closed his lips down around your bundle of nerves and gently hummed against it, recreating the feeling of the vibrator, only much better.

You arched your back up off the bed and rolled your hips forward, chasing the sensation of his tongue exploring places no one ever had before. "Like that, princess?" He asked you in between licks. "I love it," you whispered back.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, and your legs started to tremble as he continued stimulating you with his mouth and his fingers. "Good girl. You got this," he cooed while you got close. His fingers curled so perfectly, hitting all the right spots while you kept your hand held tightly over your mouth, desperately trying to avoid waking anyone up.

"That's it, pretty thing. Cum all over my fingers," Matt purred sweet nothings from between your legs while he felt you starting to tighten around his fingers. "Relax. Let it happen. Give in to how good it feels," he talked you through it while you shook beneath him, experiencing your very first orgasm given to you by another person.

You let out a few soft whimpers that you couldn't keep to yourself while you steadily throbbed around Matt's fingers that had slowed to a stop once you'd finished. He licked them clean, and he complimented your flavor as he started pulling his cock out of his sweatpants.

You couldn't see much in the low candlelight, but it was intimidating-looking. You could see the veins that texturized his thick shaft, and you could make out how swollen the mushroom-shaped head was.

"You ever had one of these in here, sweetheart?" Matt cooed, giving you a devilish smile, and introducing his bulbous tip to your slick hole. You bit your lip and shook your head from side to side, confirming your innocence to him.

"Oh, poor thing. Let's fix that. You're way too cute to not be getting fucked," Matt groaned as he pushed it in. You squelched around his thick rod, and he shoved it all the way in until it filled you entirely, the base of his dick resting against your entrance.

You felt your pussy expanding around him as he started rocking his hips back and forth, hitting a pleasant spot deep inside of you. You held your breath for a moment, still adjusting to the size difference between his fingers and his cock, and when you exhaled, a few stifled sounds came through. It hurt so good.

"Good girl. You're taking me so well. Can't believe this is your first dick," he praised you softly while he delivered a few harder thrusts. Soon, there was no pain at all, only pleasure.

He grabbed you by your waist, steadying himself while he started to speed up, getting caught up in how good your virgin hole felt wrapped around him. He watched as he pumped back and forth, fixating on the way you coated his length in your arousal.

"That's it. Take it like the good girl you are. I know you've been dreaming about this for years," he smirked at you, and you eagerly nodded in response. It was like a fantasy come true, losing your virginity to a forbidden man, your brother's best friend, while your brother slept soundly one room over.

The bed started gently rocking and making a soft rhythmic thump thump thump as the headboard made contact with the wall. But each of you were too caught up in how incredible the other person's body parts felt to care about the noises you were making.

Matt picked up your toy again, and after propping your right leg up onto his shoulder to get a deeper stroke, he turned on your vibrator once more and held it on your clit again, sending your eyes rolling back in your head and causing your jaw to fall open in sheer desire. You'd never experienced stimulation quite like this, and you didn't know how badly you craved it until now.

When your gaze shifted back to Matt, he was peering down at you with glossed over eyes and a pleasure-filled expression. You were both at the gates of heaven, about to immerse yourselves into a shared orgasm that neither one of you could fend off any longer.

"That's it. Be a good girl. Finish all over my forbidden cock," Matt whispered, all too aware of the dynamic that existed between you, mocking your brother's attempt to keep you two apart, that instead drove the two of you into each other's arms in a twisted self-fulfilling prophecy.

You both tensed up, Matt injecting you with his seed and filling you to the brim while you throbbed around him, milking him dry. You guys softly moaned in harmony, your bodies moving in unison. The sound of the bed thudding against the wall came to a stop, and the buzzing of your toy dropped off when Matt killed the power on it.

"Wow. Your pussy is so pretty pumped full of my cum," Matt whispered with an edge of thrill in his voice as he pulled his meat out of you and watched the way it leaked out of you while you continued clenching around negative space, recovering from the orgasm Matt had just given you.

He was still admiring the mess he made inside you that started to leak onto your sheets when a stern and infuriated voice boomed from behind him, sending chills down his spine and sending a sobering wave of fear through his system when he realized the two of you had been caught. It was your brother, watching from the door way.

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"I thought I fucking told you to stay away from her, Sturniolo."

part two here 🍨

[mattybsbitch]

I’m really not even sure what to call this but imagine Matt who’s SO rough and aggressive with his actions but is so like, softdom with his words…

Like imagine he’s got reader by her hips in a bruising grip, absolutely just destroying her (sob), drilling into that sweet spot that makes her whole body light on fire. her hands are on him, pulling long, sharp lines down his back, and her mouth is hung open in a loud guttural moan.

so sharp, in fact, that he uses one of hands to snatch up her wrists, harshly pinning them against the mattress in a unescapable grip, and so loud, that he slaps his other hand over her mouth, shutting her up in a tight enough grasp it has her eyes rolling back…

“bein’ too loud, baby. and we- fuck- better watch ya nails, yeah?”

*muffled sobbing*

“𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘? 𝐒𝐎- 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊- 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃..“ his hips slammed into yours, the harshness of his thrusts shove your face into the soft pillow. your moans echoed through out the room as the tip of his huge, veiny, cock kisses your cervix.

“just the prettiest little noises” you whimpered at the praise “and the prettiest little girl” you gasped, his fingers suddenly connecting to your clit. your eyes crossed, you felt so close to your orgasm “my baby’s gon’ cum.. ‘can feel it..” you gripped onto the sheets for dear life “d-daddy! w- wa.. cum!?” he places his face in the crook of your neck, leaving soft yet harsh kisses on the flesh.

“cum for me babygirl, show daddy just how good he makes you feel” lewd sounds came from between your legs as you came on his cock “mmm, that’s my good girl..” he never slowed his hips, making you become overstimulated

“d- da-“ you get cut off by matt shoving two of his fingers in your mouth. “ssshhitt- good fucking girl..” the pleasure is too much, tears well up in your eyes before they start to drip down your face “oh, sweet girl?” he kisses your cheek, momentarily slowing his thrusts, making you think that he was giving you a break. when he sped back up, he was going faster and harder than before.

“don’t cry.. it feels good, yeah?” you nodded frantically as your tears became thicker—practically sobs “so good” your words were muffled, his cock driving into your small cunt. the pleasure spikes, causing you to jolt forward, but you were dumb to think that you would be able to get away.

as your body moved forward, so did his, his cock going deeper than it was “don’t run from me pretty baby..” you sobbed and moaned as he continued to abuse your hole “d- daddy!” he groaned in your ear “you can take it baby- fuck- makin’ daddy feel so good”

you squirmed, feeling your nth orgasm build “mmph- s.. so d- deep!” his fingers worked your clit harder, causing you to fall over the edge “mhm.. yeah.. that’s my good girl”

© luvs4matt

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— too good , dilf!matthew sturniolo

[mattybsbitch]

☆ emo! matt thanking you for doing his makeup ☆

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

[MDNI smut warning]

matt photo by @muwapsturniolo

Matt leans against the bathroom counter, his arms crossed, focusing on you as you do your makeup next to him. You finished your contour and eyeshadow and he watches you intently as you do your eyeliner, crafting a little wing on your lid.

“Sweetheart, do you think you could do my eyeliner?” Matt asks, running his fingers through his long hair.

You set the pencil down and look up at him. “Of course, baby,” you smile and dig through your makeup bag for a new black pencil that you haven’t used yet. “Come here and let me see your face.”

Matt smirks and pushes himself off the counter. He spins you around and picks you up, you squeal as he sets you gently on the counter. “There, now you can actually reach me,” he chuckles, placing a kiss on your forehead. You take the cap off the pencil and you grab his chin with your free hand, holding him steady. You start coloring his eye lids with the black liner, adding a smudging effect that you know he loves.

You wrap up his makeup and you smile to yourself as you see his beautiful blue eyes stand out against the dark liner.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Matt mutters kissing your head, and tangling his fingers in your hair. He pulls back and a smirk appears on his face, he licks his lips, fiddling with his lip ring as he gazes onto your own lips, he starts leaning in as if he is going to kiss you, but his hands immediately find their place on your thighs. His fingers poke into your fishnets. He groans with lust and before you know it, he’s ripping your tights under your skirt. “Let me thank you." You look at him, your head tilted to the side in confusion, how is he going to thank you?

“Matt!” you shriek, “what are you doing?”

“Oh, you’re so innocent, honey,” he murmurs, “i want to please my girl for being so sweet to me.” Instantly, your body flushes with heat, and you feel the familiar tingling sensation under your panties. Matt wastes no time in destroying your tights until he has access to your most intimate area. He makes eye contact with you, pulling your panties to the side and you feel the coolness of his rings against your heat. A shiver shoots down your spine, and your head leans back as his middle and ring fingers enter your dripping wet hole.

“mmm…matt-oh!” moans spill from your lips, pleasure coursing through your veins. His fingers quicken their pace, a squelching sound fills the room as he hit your g-spot over and over.

"'atta girl-doin' so good f'me," Matt praises, his eyebrows furrow as he concentrates on your pretty cunt. You're at a loss for words, gripping onto his wrist. "You like that, honey? You like when my fingers are deep in your pussy? My hand soaked?" he teases you, pushing you closer to the edge. The only response you give in return is a nod, squeezing your eyes so tight that you see stars.

Your walls are fluttering, clenching around his long fingers, your orgasm building. You moans become higher and higher, becoming music to Matt's ears. Matt bites his lip ring, watching you carefully, taking in every detail of your face as the pleasure consumes you. He takes note of the crinkle of your nose, your mouth agape, and your eyes struggling to stay on him.

"f-fuck fuck fuck!" you mewl, attempting to push his hand away as you cum all over his fingers. Matt groans, gawking at your pussy, his eyes rolling back.

"Holy shit you're so fucking perfect," he moans, forgetting the beautiful sight of your blissful state. It's a show that he could watch on repeat forever. "Can I make you cum again?"

please don’t copy or steal my work. please ask if you would like to use emo! matt as inspiration. i’ve spent a lot of time creating this au and i would like the credit. 🖤

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𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

love you all to the stars, cece ★

© colorthecosmos444

[mattybsbitch]

My boyfriend writes me smut about us🤭😩 Literally couldn’t ask for a better man.

[mattybsbitch]

ahhhhhhhhhh🔥🔥🔥🔥

WHEN THE HOUSE IS EMPTY.

pairing: soft dom!chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: when chris finally gets the house to himself for the night, he invites his girlfriend over to spend the night spoiling her rotten. warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (be smart pls), fingering, oral (fem receiving), praise, use of pet names (angel, love), cursing, fluff fluff fluff, established relationship a/n: this is my first smut on here pls bear w me... but i hope it is AWESOME i love u guys <3 please give me feedback also !! i hope this is ok . <3 3.2k words

i swallowed thickly as i grasped the straps of my backpack, standing at the front door of my boyfriend's home.

chris had texted me last night, asking if i could come spend the night tonight as his brothers had planned to do something that had to do with "business stuff".

i had never really done this sort of thing. chris and i had been together about three to four months, and we had confessed our love to one another and kissed and whatnot, but that's about it. it didn't bother either of us, we just moved at a pace we were both comfortable at.

my eyes snapped up at chris opened the door and grinned ear to ear, opening his arms wide to engulf my body into his. "hi, angel," he greeted against my ear.

i hugged his waist with a soft smile. with a deep breath, i took in the comforting scent of his cologne mixed with the scent of his shampoo.

as chris pulled away, he gently took my hand and guided me inside. once he shut and locked the front door, he reached out to take my bag from me and transport it to his bedroom.

i let out a content sigh as i took in the familiar home, but it was so different when it was just chris here. much quieter, too.

"i have such a fun night planned for us!" chris cheered as he came back up the stairs, his hands clasped together in excitement.

i couldn't help but smile warmly at him.

the white tank that hugged his torso perfectly and his black sweats that hung dangerously low kept my attention on him.

"what do you have planned?" i asked as i took a seat at the table in the kitchen, smiling warmly at him.

chris did a little dance, his slightly dampened hair flopping with each sudden movement before he halted and shot two finger guns at me. "dinner!"

i chuckled at his embarrassing dance, nodding softly and standing up. "what're we makin'?"

chris's jaw dropped. "are you kidding? i already made it." he giggled as he opened the oven to reveal a tin of fettuccini alfredo with grilled chicken, some slices of garlic bread on the side. he also went into the fridge, where behind all the different lyrical lemonade cans, there was a bowl of ceasar salad.

"did you make this yourself?" i asked, my jaw hung open in shock.

"well," he started as he trailed off, "i guess nick helped a bit.. and youtube... matt, too, sorta.."

"it looks amazing," i stood up and smiled as i wrapped an arm around chris's waist, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "i can't wait to eat!"

i moved to pull away, but chris gently took my jaw between his fingers and turned our faces together again, exchanging one quick peck to my lips. "me neither," he replied with a soft smile.

dinner was outstanding. i never could have thought that chris could put something like that together.

"blue shell!" chris's voice boomed as his hands gripped the controller in his hands.

"fuck!" i shouted, my tongue sticking out in focus as i tried my hardest to remain in first place in mario kart.

"please, please, please, please," chris chanted, his entire body straight as he was sitting at the edge of the couch. "yes!!" he shouted, flying past me in the game at the last moment to take first place. his arms flew in the air, controller loosely dangling from his fingers as he shot me a shit-eating grin.

"not fair," i stated quickly.

"it definitely is, y/n, i won fair and square." he defended, moving to hug my waist and press his nose into the crook of my neck.

i chuckled at this, a hand of mine moving to his jaw to caress his cheek softly. "fine. you win."

chris did a small fist pump before pulling away with a bright smile.

we sat like that for a few moments, eyes locked on one another before he gasped at the song that came on. "oh my god, i fucking love this song." he stated quickly as he took my hands and stood to his feet, dragging me up with him.

i gasped at the sudden movement, my smile never leaving my face as i laughed beside him.

3 nights by dominic fike had started playing in the speaker that chris had set up, which was playing ambient music most of our time tonight. he turned it up and smiled widely as he held my hands, waving them around and biting his lip into a wide smile.

i couldn't help but smile at him, the way his curly hair bounced with each silly dance he did, his fingers never unlocking from mine. every once in a while he would stop for a breath before starting again, his eyes locked on mine.

i did my best to keep up, jumping around with him and waving my arms as we both loudly sang the words. no matt to give us shit for being too loud in the living room today.

the song eventually came to an end, both of us panting softly as we both smiled at one another. a soft chuckle escaped both of us, before the next song began playing.

i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys?

"since when do you listen to this?" i chuckled.

"i- it's a good song," chris defended, his cheeks growing pink as he moved his hands to gently take my waist. "also because it's one of your favorites."

i smiled warmly at him. "alright, buddy," i smiled. i moved my arms up to rest on his shoulders, my hands connecting behind his head as i looked up at him and chuckled. "are we slow dancing in your living room?"

"maybe?"

"is this your idea of a smooth move?" i joked, a soft giggle leaving me as chris's face burnt up.

"hey, let a man live." he defended, his thumb gently rubbing circles on my back as we swayed softly.

i had to give it to him - i was having a great time with him.

what started as me being a nervous wreck for whatever reason resulted in me having an amazing time.

"y/n," chris stated softly, dragging me out of my thoughts. i locked eyes with him, smiling. "i love you," he whispered softly.

i could feel my cheeks heat up. "i love you too, chris." i smiled as i gently moved a hand to bury into his hair, gently running my fingers through it. "i've had a great time so far tonight."

chris smiled at this, nodding softly as he removed a hand from my waist to gently press against my cheek, holding my face there softly. "can i kiss you?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

i nodded softly as i closed my eyes and leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of us.

chris's thumb gently grazed my cheek as he kissed me softly, his eyes closed.

no words could express the feelings i was feeling right now.

feeling a bit bold, my arms tightened around him as i deepened the kiss and tilted my head softly against him.

i could feel chris's lips curve into a small smile as he moved his hand from my waist to my lower back, his lips working against mine in sync with me.

when he gently took my bottom lip between his, i parted my lips softly as our tongues collided.

a few more moments went by and we pulled away, both with heavy breaths and a string of saliva that kept us connected for a brief moment.

we stared at each other for a brief moment before i took a deep breath. "chris," i started, before taking his hand in mine and interlocking our fingers, "i'm, uhh... i'm ready.. if you wanna-"

"me too," he quickly stated, a bright smile on his face as he tightened his grip on my hand and began walking towards the steps downstairs, which i followed and giggled as he tripped slightly on the way to his room.

"watch your step, chris!"

"i'll be fine," he smiled as he opened the door and turned us around so that my back faced his bed, his foot lifting off the ground to kick the door shut behind him. the door shut a little louder than he had anticipated, causing us both to flinch. "oops."

"chris-" i scolded, but i was quickly cut off when he pressed his lips to mine once more, gently pushing me against the mattress and hovering over me.

his hand gently grazed my hip and toyed with the hem of my shirt. he pulled away from the kiss to glance down at his hand, and back into my eyes. "is this okay?" he asked softly, which i quickly responded with a nod. "tell me if anything isn't okay, alright?" he stated softly, and gently began lifting my shirt off of my body.

the comfort of chris's voice was enough for me to let him do whatever he had wanted.

the cold air of the room kissed my skin, causing a shiver to run through my body. but every goose bump on my skin melted away when i stared up at chris, who was pulling his own shirt above his head.

"you okay?" he questioned, leaning down again to caress my cheek softly.

"i promise everything's fine," i reassured with a shy smile, and chris smiled back, pressing a kiss to my lips before he pulled away.

he kissed against my neck softly, sending shivers through my body. his lips moved down to my shoulder, down to my collarbone and down the center of my chest.

i felt like he was exploring the entirety of my body.

"can we take this off, love?" he asked, gently tugging at the strap to my bra.

i nodded quickly as i sat up and reached behind me to unclasp it, but chris's hands came around mine as he did it for me.

i felt my face heat up as it dropped, and my arms instinctively moved up to cover myself.

"shhh," chris reached to my wrists and gently lowered my arms, his nose moving up to press against the shell of my ear. "you're gorgeous. no need to hide, not ever." he gently pressed a kiss to my jaw before working down again, his lips moving to press against the skin of my left breast.

my breath hitched slightly at the feeling as i instinctively moved a hand to his hair.

the moment his lips pressed to my nipple, i felt my eyes scrunch shut as i arched my back slightly into him. the feeling was so familiar yet so unfamiliar.

chris's tongue circled around it, his eyes shut as he ran his hand up my stomach to gently knead at my right side.

i let out a shaky moan, one hand burying into his brunette locks as the other dove into the sheets.

chris eventually switched to give the other side the same attention, and after a few moments, i shakily lifted my hips to meet his, which caused a groan to erupt from us both.

chris lifted his head and moved back up to press a soft kiss to my lips, his eyes locked on mine. he admired me for a moment before his hands met with the hem of my pajama pants. "may i?" he questioned softly, his voice groggy. i nodded quickly.

chris gently tugged my shorts down and let out a shaky breath, simply at the sight of the thin, deep red fabric that hugged my hips.

i smiled softly at him. "like what you see?" i joked, and chris simply shot me a knowing glance.

"always, angel." he stated softly before he shifted his body on the bed.

"wait- what are you-?"

"takin' care of my girl," chris stated softly, his eyes moving to meet mine as his face was now inches away from my core. "is this okay?"

i blushed darkly. i was no expecting all this. "yeah, yeah that's perfect," i breathed, shifting my hips against the sheets slightly.

chris moved to press soft kisses against the insides of my thighs, his eyes closed. one hand found its way to move my underwear to the side before both of his hands wrapped around my thighs to lock them in place.

my eyes squeezed shut and my entire body shuttered as he pressed his lips where i needed him most, his tongue gently gliding along my folds until they reached my clit, where he sucked softly. i tossed my head back and released a moan as a hand subconsciously moved to lace into chris's hair. "shit." i breathed.

chris's eyes met mine for only a second before he unlinked a hand from my thigh, pressing a finger against my folds.

i shuttered slightly before a gasp escaped me at the feeling of his finger entering me, my eyes squeezing shut.

"is this okay?" was all he said, his breath hot against my clit.

"fuck, yes," i moaned softly, my volume increasing as chris gently pressed a second finger inside my cunt and began curling them gently.

my back arched as i threw my head back, letting out a shaky breath before i bucked my hips to the best of my ability. my hand gently tugged at his hair as i guided his lips back to my clit.

chris seemed to get the hint, his tongue beginning to lap against me as he sucked on the bud, his fingers pumping and curling inside of me.

"shit, chris-" i gasped as i tugged at his hair softly.

chris removed his fingers and repositioned his body before his tongue entered my cunt, his thumbs prying me open as his nose occasionally grazed my clit.

i let out a string of moans, my hips lifting off the bed and into his face as i warned him of my release.

"i- i'm close, chris, fuck," i breathed.

with the continuous thrust of his tongue, chris moaned softly against me, sending a vibration against my core.

with a gasp and a tight grip on chris's hair, i clenched around his tongue and released my juices against his tongue, my eyes lidded as i panted softly.

chris helped me ride out my high, his hand gently caressing my thigh as he removed himself. he looked at me and licked his lips, a hand reaching to his shirt that he had previously removed. he used it to wipe off his mouth before he pulled away to begin sliding off his black sweats.

"you could have gotten a towel or something," i teased.

"that's too far." he defended, winking softly. "you still okay?" he questioned, gently tossing his sweats onto the floor.

i nodded quickly. "i promise, i-" i took a deep breath, my cheeks still pink from a few moments prior. "as long as i'm with you, anything is okay, chris."

chris simply smiled softly at me. "that's what i love to hear, angel." he whispered before he gently tugged his boxers down, his member meeting with his skin as a small dribble of precum escaped the tip.

your eyes locked on him, causing a chuckle to escape chris. "let's be polite, now," he whispered, moving his fingers to press against your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes and press his lips against yours lovingly. he pulled away and shifted between my legs, smiling softly. "you ready?" he asked softly, and i nodded eagerly.

"ready," i whispered, moving my hand to gently interlock with his.

chris used his free hand to gently part my legs and press his tip against my opening, making my breath hitch.

he slowly pressed into me, deep groans and moans sounding from both of us as chris's bangs hung over his eyes. "fuck," he grunted as he continued to move into me, before he bottomed out and stared at me.

with a few moments to adjust, i shot him a soft nod before he began to move slowly. "shit," he moaned softly, his grip tightening on my hand as he rocked his hips against mine.

our eyes locked, and i swear that did something to chris, because his entire face beamed red as he picked up his pace and pressed his forehead against mine.

a low moan escaped chris's throat as he thrusted into my cunt, my eyes rolling back as i allowed my jaw to hang open. a series of moans escaped us both.

chris gently unlocked our fingers to get a grip on my thigh to lift it. he held up my leg, now hitting a new spot inside of me that made my back arch off of his mattress. "oh fuck," i moaned, my eyes squeezing shut as he pounded against my gspot. "right there, chris," i moaned, causing chris to pick up his pace and slam his cock harder into me.

my eyes teared up slightly at the euphoric feeling, my heart racing as i felt my stomach tie into a knock. chanting his name, i gripped the sheets and clenched against him, resulting in a deep moan from chris's lips.

"fuck, angel, careful," he grunted against my ear, his breath heavy against my shoulder.

i gasped and let out a shaky moan, moving to grip chris's shoulder. "fuck, i'm gonna cum," i breathed, and chris nodded softly.

"me too, love, fuck," he moaned softly, his hips rutting into mine.

a few more thrusts resulted in my voice booming as i cried out, the knot in my stomach snapping as i released all over chris's cock, my eyes squeezing shut.

chris's hips sputtered at the pornographic moan, his throat releasing a deep moan as he pulled out and released against my stomach and chest, his hand moving to gently pump at his member.

chris moved to lay beside me, our eyes shut as he laid beside one another catching our breaths.

i let out a shaky sigh as i turned to chris and smiled weakly, sleepily.

chris turned and met my eyes, a sleepy smile on his face, but it was the same as every other smile he had given me today. "how do you feel?" he questioned, his hand moving to lock with mine again.

i chuckled breathlessly, nodding softly. "fuckin' awesome," i chuckled as i leaned forward to kiss his cheek gently.

chris smiled warmly at me before he reached to get a few tissues, wiping off my skin the best he could. "you did so good for me, angel." he whispered, moving a hand to brush a strand of hair out of my face. "fuck, i'm tired." he admitted.

i scoffed at him as i opened my arms. "me too, chris."

chris bit his lip as he shifted to rest his head against my chest, his eyes closing as he hugged my waist tightly. "i love you s'much." he whispered softly.

i smiled and bit my lip as i kissed the top of his head. one hand threaded through his hair as the other gently rubbed his side. "i love you so much, chris.. thank you for tonight." i whispered.

chris nodded lazily in response, and i chuckled lightly. "get your beauty sleep."

the two of us slowly fell asleep, skin to skin as we breathed together and slept soundly.

maybe i should spend the night at my boyfriend's more often.

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DILF NEXT DOOR! | MATT STURNIOLO.

ヾ₊˚ ୨ৎ — synopsis. you have a big crush on the dilf next door.

ヾ₊˚ ୨ৎ — cw. 18+, older!matt, fem!reader, smut, not proofread, language, drunk sex, cunnilingus, nipple play, overstim, dirty talk, unprotected sex, pet names, squirting, creampie, mdni !!

ヾ₊˚ ୨ৎ — wc. 3k.

ヾ₊˚ ୨ৎ — notes. i need dilf matt so bad

you live in a small world, and in a even smaller neighborhood. the moms and older women on the block love to gossip about the latest divorces, who’s moving in and out, or whatever rumors they could spread around with their time. the latest hot topic was the man that moved next door to you. multiple woman have already ‘claimed him.’

you’ve already picked up some information about him, though. he’s in his mid thirties, a father of a little girl, and recently divorced. it’s been about a month since he moved in, and you had yet to get his name.

you recently learned that his bedroom window was parallel to yours, and you always fought the urge to spy on him. sometimes your eye just gravitates toward the window and you catch him arguing on the phone. . . or taking his shirt off. you reminded yourself to compliment his tattoos once you finally get to meet him.

your neighbor was the only person you hadn’t talked to ever since he moved in as the older woman wasted no time introducing themselves to him, and you planned to change that.

smoothing out the wrinkles of your sundress, you picked up the plate of your homemade snickerdoodle’s and walked over to your neighbor’s porch. you knocked on his front doorbell and zeroed in how you heard a loud crash and the word ‘fuck!’ behind the door. the door unlocked with a slight creak and it was slammed open in a hurry.

you tried smiling politely to mask the cringed look on your face as you must’ve woken him up from a nap. his hair was disheveled, sticking up in awkward places and you spotted specks of glitter glimmering on his cheeks. he was clad in a black wife beater with more glitter smeared across his chest.

“can i help you?” your neighbor asked as he rubbed the sleep off his eyes, squinting down at you with impatience.

you introduced yourself with a soft smile, “. . i, uhm, live next door, with the flowers.”

the older man nodded his head and licked his dry lips, “yeah, i saw you a few times around here. you and your, uh, boyfriend grow ‘em flowers together?” the corners of his lips quirked into a small smirk, but hid it as you continued speaking.

“nope, it’s all me, sir,” you giggled as your neighbor raised his brows at you playfully. he was definitely beating those grump allegations, alright. extending your arms, you showcased your cookies to him. “these are for you.”

his face suddenly bloomed into a smile, “well thank you, sweetheart, but you didn’t have to do all that.” he grabbed the plate off your hands with a thankful grin.

“no it’s fine. i love baking.” you smiled and shrugged. when you noticed your neighbor had moved on to a different topic, you took your time to ogle at the tattoos on his arm. some were faded and others looked fresh, and you spotted pink marker in between the lines of one of his tattoos. his arms were fairly toned and the veins protruding over his pale skin ran up all the way to his forearms. his fingers were long, too. you wondered if he could hit those spots insi—

“hellooo?” the man called out your name, waving a large hand over your face with a knowing smile on his smile. your face began warming up when you realized you’ve been caught, and you shyly look down at your feet to ignore the smirk your neighbor was giving you.

“y-yeah, sorry.” you pulled your head up and looked up at him, eyes locking with his tired ones.

he huffed out a laugh, “do you want to come in? it’s real hot outside.” he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb and squinted as the blazing sun shone directly in his vision. you nodded and entered his house, ignoring how your neighbor shamelessly checked you out.

his house was spotless besides the scribbles of crayon on wall. there were the necessary pieces of furniture, but nothing that could resemble his personality. he was definitely a simple man.

he walked you to his kitchen where he pulled out a chair for on the island. you smiled in gratitude as you sat down. you both talked for a while after that, and you even got his name; matt. he talked about his daughter and his two brothers, his career that left behind and such.

matt was far more interesting than you let on, you think as he walks you back to your home after he offered to when the sun set. he’s a talkative person when he wants to, and he’s fine as shit, too. you loved when he would scratch at his stubble when he got nervous about something and you’d get to see his rings glimmer under the kitchen light.

“thank you for tonight, this is the most i’ve talked to someone ever since moving here.” matt grinned, glancing down at your cleavage before looking back up at your flushed face. surely he would’ve done better to hide that?

“no problem, matt.” you smiled shyly as you fumbled with your key to unlock your door.

you would’ve invited him inside and fucked him stupid on your couch, but you have work tomorrow and you couldn’t afford to wake up sore the next morning.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, alright? have a good night, sweetheart.” matt said before walking down the steps of your porch, looking at his back as you clenched your thighs at the pet name.

a month has passed by and you and matt have gotten closer. he told you about the divorce, the shared custody of his kid, and a few drinks later, he was mumbling about his lack of women in his life. an exasperated sigh left his lips as he went into detail how he was so busy with moving, his daughter, and the divorce, that he didn’t get to ‘take care’ of himself.

you pouted at him and rubbed his arm comfortingly, taking another sip of the cocktail matt made just for you before setting the glass back down onto his coffee table, “that sucks, matt. ‘m sorry.”

“nah it’s fine,” matt shrugged your worry away with a downturned smile, “but what about you?” he asked with half lidded eyes, his head tilting to the side like a confused puppy.

you chuckled nervously, “what about me?”

“you got any boyfriends that can’t do the job?” he smirked while licking his lips. your eyes widened at his brash words and you felt your cheeks burn up.

“well, most of them couldn’t,” you melted into the soft cushions of matt’s couch, noticing how his arm went up to rest above your head. “but when you’re busy with work, you don’t have time for a boyfriend, y’know?”

matt nodded his head, “yeah, i get that.” he said in understanding. he uncrossed his long legs and bent his body to retrieve his glass, downing the rest of his bourbon. since you finally got him to not have his full attention of you, you spent the little time doing a once over at him.

matt looked good today in the dark lighting of his living room. his white tank top peaked through the short sleeved flannel he wore, along with some black jeans. it was so simple, yet made you so wet. he had yet to shave his beard and all you wanted to do was feel it scratch your inner thighs.

“it’s rude to stare, darling.” matt chuckled as he followed your stare down to his lap when he manspreaded, bumping your leg with his knee in the process to knock you back into reality.

you bubbly giggle echoed through his house, “it’s late,” you argued weakly. “i really like your tattoos, by the way.”

your neighbor smiled, “yeah? you have any?” the alcohol was making you and matt more loose, so the conversation was flowing like wildfire.

“yes! i’ll show you,” you positioned your body so your legs were on the couch and facing matt, leaning back so you balanced your weight on your hands before spreading your leg. there was a wide smile on your face as pointed to the ink tatted on your inner thigh. “you like?”

you left nothing for imagination in that position, especially with that innocent grin you were giving your neighbor. the tight shorts you had on outlined your folds like a second skin, and matt felt the fabric of his jeans uncomfortably hug his growing bulge. despite the lust he felt, he was strangely excited to see your tattoo. matt gasped drunkly, scooting closer to you to touch your ink. you told him the meaning of your tattoo, loving the way he looked genuinely interested whatever you had to say.

matt was so caught up in hearing you babble about the story of your tattoo that he didn’t notice how his hand had magically started massaging your thigh with his large palm. he only noticed when you stopped talking and looked down at his hand with a teasing smile on your face. his cheeks broke out in a flush but never took his hand off your thigh, instead he just started rubbing your other thigh.

“i-is this okay?” matt asked as his fingers started inching toward the waistband of your shorts. his heart dropped to his ass when you swatted his hand away, giggling.

“sit yourself down, grandpa.” sitting up, you pushed matt’s shoulders so he rested against the couch cushions, watching you with his lip tucked in his teeth as you climbed onto his lap and sat down. his hands kneaded the flesh of your ass, a quiet whimper leaving your lips as you felt his rings dig into your skin. you dragged your hips across his lap with your hands holding onto his shoulders for stability.

matt groaned, “oh, fuck.”

one of his hands left your butt to cup your face with his fingers, smirking at how cute you looked with your cheeks all squished up. he leaned in, kissing you with ferocity while grunting in your mouth. you were something different. young, but knew your way around life and you held such confidence in yourself. matt was growing old, and you were the exact serotonin he needed in his life.

you squeaked out matt’s name as he pulled away to nip at your neck, reaching between your bodies to start unbuttoning his flannel. he grazed his teeth over your pulse point and sucked, and reveled in the way you keened in his hold. you helped him remove the flannel off his shoulders before carelessly throwing it behind the couch. pressing your chest to his, you felt his fingers inch toward the bottom of your top.

you pulled away begrudgingly before matt slipped your top over your head and launching it somewhere in the room. his lips stuck back to your neck, trailing to your collarbone and down to your tits that spilled out in the cups of your bra. everything had gone by before you know it because suddenly your bra is unclipped and the straps are falling down your shoulders.

“god, you’re fucking beautiful.” matt mumbled against your skin as he then threw your bra in a random spot. he cupped your tit and watched you mewl with low eyes as he sucked on your nipple. your neighbor literally whined when you rocked your hips with his, hugging your bare waist with neediness.

you raked your fingers through his hair and pouted, “please, matt.”

matt pulled away before he slid you off his lap and sat you down on the cushions. there was a smirk on his face while he got off the couch, standing on his knees on the carpeted floor whilst maintaining eye contact.

you loved when he manhandled you, especially when his big, rugged hands spread your legs apart and pulled them back so your thighs were flush to your body. matt pulled your shorts off, too entranced by your body to notice the lack of underwear on you. his hands gripped onto your thighs as he kissed your skin. his pecks spread through the expanse of your thighs before traveling to your soaked cunt. none of you could handle anymore teasing, so he drove straight in. he practically made out with your pussy.

your breath was taken from you in light speed as his mouth circled around your clit for a moment before lowering his tongue to taste you entirely. matt groaned against your cunt which sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. the feeling of him going ham on your pussy was unfamiliar as many of the boys you’ve been with have never gone down on you, so both you and matt were both slightly surprised at the way you reacted.

“s’good, matt.” you slurred, gripping onto matt’s hair and withering in his hold. if you weren’t so drunk off his tongue and alcohol, you would’ve caved in embarrassment as he made your pussy squelch lewdly. matt slurped you up, shaking his head side to side to milk the prettiest noises he’s ever heard in life. his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit and sucked. he had to hold you down as you felt your orgasm approaching quick.

you cried out his name, “‘m gonna cum!”

matt humming in acknowledgment against your clit sent you over the edge. your stomach caved in, pussy pulsing as you came hard. tears started forming in your waterline as he ate you out through your high, the speed of his tongue only increasing as you slowly stopped squirming. your pussy was only getting more sensitive as he ate you out, and he only paused his ministrations when you pushed him away softly.

the lower area of matt’s face was beyond soaked, his mouth and his beard having a shine to it. his lips were parted and swollen, letting out shallow breaths with his cheeks tinged pink. once he caught his breath, matt stared you down with something carnal in his eyes as he stood up from his knees.

“are you gonna let me fuck you properly, sweetheart? i’ll show you what those little frat boys can’t do.”

you pretended to think long and hard about it, “hmm, i guess. but don’t go too hard, alright? i don’t want you breaking your back, poor baby.” you smiled teasingly as matt shook his head and rolled his eyes.

just as you couldn’t expect anything more from matt, you were suddenly being swiped off the couch and into his arms like you were a ragdoll. you wrapped your legs around his waist in shock and clung onto him as he walked you both up the stairs.

“put me down!” you grumbled with tipsy giggles slipping past your lips. matt stumbled a bit as he pushed his bedroom door open with his foot, walking over to his bed and laying you down against his pillows.

you watched in admiration while he slipped his wife beater off, tossing it over his shoulder before grabbing onto your thighs to spread them. you caged matt in with your legs as he unbuckled his belt, pulling his boxers and jeans down just enough for his cock to spring out.

matt had a pretty dick. his pink tip was leaking pathetically, curving to the side with veins running along his member. your mouth literally started salivating as you stared at it. you felt the weight of it when he started tapping your clit with his sticky tip, creating a lewd sound that made him smile.

“tell me you want this.” matt heaved, his hand on your stomach to stabilize himself. you were soaking his cock as he ran his tip through your chubby folds.

you whined, raising your legs so your knees hovered over your tits, “i want you, matt.” you said instead, pouting as you clenched around nothing. you and matt were for sure drunk off of alcohol, but also off of each other. he smeared his leaky tip against your entrance with one hand and with a grunt, he’s splitting you open.

gasping in unison, you clenched at the stretch you felt with his cock. as he bottomed out, his tip was prodding at your g-spot and you already felt like you were in heaven.

“shit, you’re so fucking wet.” matt gasped under his breath. your walls had him folding, hugging him warmly and invitingly.

“hurry ma— ah!” your whining got cut short when he started mercilessly pounding into you, not giving you a chance to get used to the wide stretch. matt’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he groaned. his mushroom tip glided against your sensitive walls, making both your brains short circuit.

matt heaved, looking down at your pretty, fucked out face, “you wanted this all along, huh?” he smirked when you blushed, closing your eyes and letting a moan slip past your lips as he started pounding into you harder. “but don’t worry darling, you’re not the only one,” he leaned down, your chest to his, and he kitty licked the shell of your ear before whispering, “i wanted to fuck you so bad in that pretty little dress, make you sit on my face.”

you whimpered at matt’s words, borderline drunk off his cock and the kisses he laid on your neck. he stood on his knees, eyes rolling as you gripped him tight.

“shiiit, ‘yer perfect.” your neighbor groaned, his head falling back in pleasure. matt’s bedroom was filled with the sounds of his buried deep into your needy cunt, making it cry out squelches on repeat. he watched your sweet pussy suck him back in whenever he pulled away, a milky ring beginning to form around his base.

it didn’t take long until you're panting in hitched breaths, reaching to hold matt’s shoulders, shuddering and whining in a desperate attempt to fall over the edge. “m-matt, slow down!”

matt huffed out a laugh, “why? you gonna cum?” he leered out the words before almost groaning at the way you throbbed against his dick, face all tense and mouth agape as you felt tingles start to spread through your spine. all your little moans of 'like that, just like that, don't stop' practically made his heart stop. he loudly spat onto your clit, deftly using his fingers to rub at the swollen nub painfully slow.

“‘m gonna cum!” you cried out meekly, whining through every little jolt of your body as you shivered all over. matt’s low eyes glazed over the pretty face you made when you finally reeled over the edge, and he could feel the slick mess start to smother the palm of his hand and soak his sensitive cock.

“just like that, darling.” matt jeered as he keeps up the work with fucking your pretty pussy, watching more and more flicks of liquid start to paint your thighs each second he continued. it was when your thighs pull together and hug his thin waist out of sheer overstimulation that he slowed the motions on your clit, but never halting it.

matt keened for more, grunting and panting and letting out heavy ragged breaths each time his cock fucked against that spot that made you squeeze him even tighter. it was when he leaned back down, caging you between his arms and breathing hard against your cheek that he bottomed out, shuddering and groaning as ropes of white spill between your walls and slick around the base of his cock. "jesus, fuck. . ."

you both stood immobile for a few seconds, feeling every twitch of his cock in almost slow motion. you were both panting hard, almost shaking.

“do-do you need to lay down, grandpa?” you were the first to let out a giggle after moments of you and matt trying to catch your breaths, your voice tired and throat dry. matt followed suit, shaking his head at your antics and rolling his eyes.

[mattybsbitch]

𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬 | 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

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IN WHICH.. you and your boyfriend watch the movie scream and he suddenly has the idea of playing around with his ghostface mask in the bedroom.

dom!chris x fem reader, breeding kink, hair pulling — 3.2k words

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as it got later in the day, the sweet weather quickly turned to thunderstorms. it started to straight down pour, which sadly ruined your date plans with chris. to cheer you up, he had the sweet idea to just stay at home and watch one of your favorite movies.. scream.

sitting on your living room couch as chris sneaks his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to him, with his thighs pressed against yours. he has always loved physical touch, with anything or any activity you guys were doing together, he just needed at least some skin to skin contact with you.

“y’know, i haven’t watched this in so long.” he whispers. the sound of thunder and rain hitting your roof made you nuzzle into him even more for comfort. he grabs the bowl of popcorn and rests it on your lap, taking a couple pieces and shoving them in his mouth.

“well good, so that means you will actually pay attention.” you always love to push his buttons. especially since you don’t remember the last time you and chris watched a movie without pausing it, or letting it play in the background when you get lost in each others touch.

“ha. ha. very funny baby.” chris squints at you with sarcasm, his little smile lines prominent to the eye, even in the dark. you quickly go to kiss his cheek, which made his heart beat fast just for a second before it went to its normal resting rate.

“now shhh, it’s starting.” you whisper. he licks his lips with playfulness, and fidgets in his place to get more comfortable as he tightens his grip on you, practically pulling you on top of him.

the smell of your perfume quickly comes hitting him, making him close his eyes for a quick second with admiration, while you keep your undivided attention onto the movie.

he tries his very best to watch the movie with you, you were almost thirty minutes in and he hasn’t tried making any moves on you. you gasp at a certain scene, and chris has his eyes on you as he sees your face light up from the flashing screen.

you slowly feel his eyes burn holes through your skin with how strong his gaze was. you turn to face him, and his face quickly has the look of guilt plastered all over it. “i wanted.. popcorn.” he smiles at you.

you roll your eyes and open your thighs more, letting the popcorn be more accessible to him. “sure.. that’s what you wanted.”

he gave a huff, nuzzling his face back into your neck.

"i can't possibly pay attention when i have to fight the urge to kiss you every second." he says as he leans down, gently sucking on your delicate skin. he gave a content sigh, still very much enjoying the fact that he could just.. touch you, like this, whenever he wanted.

“baby.. please, we are watching a movie.” you whine, feeling your voice get caught in your throat when he kisses a certain sensitive spot.

"alright, yeah yeah. i’ll try to focus.” he says, but goes back to sucking gently on your neck, his hand sliding under your shirt to caress the lower part of your back.

“but i can’t focus when you do that.” you argue.

“mmm, maybe that’s just the point.” he mumbles teasingly against your skin, before planting soft kisses down from your neck to your collarbone. his hand that had slid under your shirt was lightly tracing gentle circles on your skin.

“ghostface is about to come on the screen.” you pout. chris stops what he is doing. he knows you love ghostface with everything in you. and, he didn’t want to miss you being all excited.

his hand slows its movements for a second, and he groans. "...fine. but only because i like when you’re all happy. and you're probably going to yell at me later if i make you miss it."

“thank you.” you flash him your famous childish grin, you always smile like that when he lets you get your way.

he sighs but in a playful manner. “you’re welcome." he mumbles before pressing one, single kiss on your forehead.

he sat there for a second, trying to actually make an effort to pay attention to the movie. but he couldn't help it if his hands would occasionally run over your sides, or his eyes would flicker over to your face instead of the screen. he was just... too damn distracted.

he catches a glimpse of you biting your lip, with a smile across your face when a scene of ghostface is stabbing someone, and he rolls his eyes. “what the hell? you don’t think he’s hot, do you?” he says.

“ghostface?!” you ask surprised, “of course i do!”

he wasn’t expecting you to actually say yes, and he licks his top teeth. “are you serious? he’s literally the killer in the movie.” he argues, his free arm that’s not wrapped around you pointing at the television annoyed.

“baby, you mad that i’m attracted to him?”

“..maybe a little..” he says under his breath.

“you’re cute when you get jealous. even if it’s over a fake character in a movie.” you giggle.

he let out an irritated huff, his grip on your hip tightening. his brain was completely unable to compute the idea that you were attracted to that creepy killer mask.

"i’m not jealous..” he mutters, clearly trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice, and failing very badly. “what do you think is so attractive about him?”

“hmmm..” you begin to think, “i don’t know. i think just knowing there’s a good looking man behind that mask makes it so much better.” you swoon.

“good looking man behind the mask, huh?” he says. he brings his hand to his mouth to bite his nails as he thinks. he quickly remembers how he had a ghostface mask somewhere in his closet from halloween a few years back.

chris stands up abruptly, causing you to turn towards him curiously. “i’m going to grab something real quick, be right back.” he says, leaving the room without waiting for a reply.

he returns a few minutes later, holding a familiar-looking mask in his hand. “chris, i didn’t know you had that?!” you say, getting up from the couch to come closer to him.

“yeah, well..” he starts, but then stops himself. he looks down at the mask in his hands, fiddling with the elastic band before meeting your gaze once again. “you never asked.” there’s a teasing tone to his voice.

“you brought it out because..?” you whisper, as you wrap your arms around his waist and he looks down at you with seductive eyes.

“mmm, i might have a little idea.” he says, wrapping one of his arms on your lower back to press you closer against his yearning body.

“and what’s this little idea of yours?” you smile.

he lowers his head down to your neck. “i want to fuck you with it on.” he whispers against your skin. dominance brushes over chris and you swallow any words you had to reply with.

you swear under your breath. the idea was fucked up, twisted, and yet.. it turned you on. there was something about the thought of your boyfriend fucking you while wearing the ghostface mask sent a shiver down your spine.

regardless of the reason, he couldn't deny that the thought was now firmly planted in his mind. but goddammit, he wanted it. and you wanted it just as much now. “so..?” he keeps his face in the gape of your neck, “what do you think?” he adds on before placing his soft lips against your hot skin.

“i want it. i want it so bad.” you breathe out. chris snakes his hand up under your shirt and plays with the clasp of your bra. his hand clenches into a fist, trying to control the desire coursing through his veins. the way you said it, like it was some kind of secret code between the two of you, made everything ten times hotter.

“fuck.” he curses under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper. “you're gonna drive me crazy, aren't you?”

despite his best efforts to act tough, chris couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice. it was clear that he was just as affected by this sexual desire as you were. maybe even more

you can’t help but smile up at him. “kiss me before you put that mask on..” you whisper.

before you know it, he closes the distance between you two as both your hearts begin to race. your lips part slightly, anticipation building up as you watch him come even closer.

his blue eyes never leave yours. they’re dark and intense, filled with love and attachment. his hand reaches up to cup your cheek gently, and his thumb brushes over your lower lip teasingly. he licks his bottom lip before pressing his lips against yours in a eager kiss. his tongue parts your lips, exploring whats his. the taste of you sends sensual thoughts straight to his brain. it’s intoxicating and addicting to him.

“mmm, we forgot to pause the movie.” you say between kisses.

chris chuckles softly, pulling back slightly from the kiss. he glances over at the movie still playing on the television screen, “hmm you're right.. we did forget about that, didn't we?” he teases, brushing your hair away from your face.

his hand moves down to rest on your waist, pulling you closer towards him. the heat between you two is palpable, making it difficult to focus on anything else but each other. “but you’re taking me to the bedroom anyway, right?” you murmur against his ear.

“oh, so eager now?” he says.

chris grins widely as he gives you a firm squeeze around your waist before suddenly lifting you up effortlessly. you find yourself being carried bridal style towards the bedroom.

he sets you down on the bed. the moment your feet touch the mattress, he pounces on top of you, pinning you beneath him. his hard cock presses against your thigh, letting you know exactly how much he wants you.

“feel..” you whisper to him, as you grab one of his hands and guide them down to your heat to feel how wet you already are from the foreplay.

chris softly gasps at your boldness, his eyes filled with lust as he lets you guide his hand between your thighs. he quickly feels the dampness soaking through your panties, and a low groan escapes his mouth.

“fuck.. you're so wet for me already.” his fingers trace along the edge of your underwear before slipping underneath to tease at your slit. he gives a slow, teasing rub against your clit.

with a devilish smirk, chris reaches over to grab the ghostface mask from the side of him and slips it onto his head. he takes his time adjusting it onto his face, making sure every detail is just right.

“there we go... just what you wanted, huh?” his voice muffled by the mask, but still clear enough to hear how possessive he sounds. as he leans back in, his hands roam over your body once more. his rough palms tracing over your soft skin until they find their way under your shirt again to take it off fully.

“god you look so hot with that on.” you say, not realizing your boyfriend is fulfilling your little fantasies.

the moment you utter those words, chris grins beneath the mask. his touch becomes even bolder as he trails a single finger down your waist. “oh? and why is that, sweetheart?” his voice drops lower into a whisper. “do i turn you on that much?”

your eyes become lustful, and he quickly notices. he reaches his other hand out to wrap around your throat, tightening his grip slowly. “you keep looking at me like that.. and i’ll end up fucking you in the position you love the most.”

you smile up at him, while also reaching your arm out to palm him through his pants. chris lets out a low groan. despite being behind a mask, the clear desire in his eyes is unmistakable.

“fuck..” he bites down on his lip, trying hard to hold back a moan. “that feels so damn good. keep going..”

you slowly move your hand up to touch his zipper. he hisses as your fingers make quick work on unzipping his pants. your hands soon slip inside to explore him further as his cock twitches, throbbing in anticipation. his hips buck slightly towards your touch as if he was begging for more. “go ahead.. touch me. see how hard you make me..”

as your fingers slip past the waistband of his boxers, his cock springs up. it pulses eagerly under your touch, leaking precum onto your fingertips. you then pull them his boxers fully down.

“that's it..” he groans out between gritted teeth, clearly enjoying every second of this, “you’re doing such a great job teasing me like this baby...”

“well if you don’t touch me.. i’ll stop touching you.” you tease. with a low chuckle, chris rolls his eyes playfully at your threat. but he quickly complies.

“oh come on..” he grunts, reaching over to grab a hold of your hips to pull you closer. he goes to slowly discard your shorts and panties. his hands roam over your body hungrily before settling on your ass. he squeezes hard giving it a playful slap before moving lower. “like this?” he asks.

“mhmm.” you attempt to control your moans as chris’s hand sends a burning sensation to your skin.

chris looks at you hungrily behind the mask, his gaze raking over every inch of your body. he moves forward, pressing his hard length against you. he wraps his fingers around his cock, letting his tip slide back and fourth near your entrance as you let out an intoxicating moan. without wasting another moment, chris thrusts inside you in one swift motion. a groan escapes him as he feels your warm wetness enveloping him completely.

chris gets the perfect look while he hovers over you, having the sudden urge to need even more of you. “fuck.. i think i need to fuck you from behind.” he breaths out, “get on all fours for me.”

you quickly obey, getting up and arching your back for your possessive boyfriend. this was your favorite position. your head resting against the bed, with your ass up.

he positions himself behind you, pressing his cock against your pussy. he gives a few experimental thrusts, testing your readiness before lining himself up. “you already feel so good, ma..” he murmurs as he starts to move inside you.

his large hands grip your hips firmly, pulling you back against his throbbing cock. “shit..” he curses under his breath, biting his lip to keep quiet as he starts moving faster. each thrust is hard and deliberate, pushing deeper until he's buried all the way inside.

“fuck..” chris moans out as he starts pounding into you, taking you from behind. your hands go to grip the sheets, while your eyes start to roll to the back of your head from the pleasure.

chris grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and exposing the sensitive skin on your neck. the sudden jolt sends shockwaves through your body. you feel him shift slightly, changing the angle just enough to hit that spot inside you that makes you almost see stars.

“harder baby, please.” you whimper, as he slaps his hips against your ass roughly. he looks across the room, seeing the mirror on your bedroom wall catch the image of the both of you perfectly.

“watch yourself get fucked by me baby.” his eyes through the mask look into yours through the mirror, watching every twitch of your lips, and every gasp.

“fuck, look how good you take my cock.” he moans out. he pushes his hands inside your mouth to force you to watch through the mirror even more than before. the sight of your bodies intertwined reflect back at you is enough to make your heart pound in your chest.

you catch a glimpse of chris’s sweaty brunette curls popping out of the mask from behind, as well as his veins coursing throughout his hands and up his arms. groans and his little dirty comments slipping out of his mouth as he pounds you from behind.

his hips slam into you even harder. each thrust is brutal, hitting spots deep within you that make your mascara run down your face. his grip on your hip tightens almost painfully, and slaps your ass again and again.

“this is what you wanted, huh?” he grunts between thrusts, his balls slapping against your skin with each powerful drive. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with your muffled cries and whimpers. “you love ghostface so much, yeah?”

“y-yes.” you scream out.

he leans in close to your ear, his voice filled with insane amount of lust. “please.. let me fill you up..” his words come out in ragged breaths as he grinds his cock deeper inside you.

“i need to need to cum inside you..” he whimpers softly, his grip on your hips tightening. “please.. baby.. do you want my cum?” his voice breaks as he begs you, his cock twitching inside you.

“yes, i want it. i want it.” you cry out to him, as you feel your walls close around his dick. he nods his head vigorously. he thrusts into you once more, his cock pulsating as he releases his load deep inside you.

“i want you to cum with me baby.” his voice echoes through the room as he grunts loudly. your body shaking violently from him making you finish the same time he did. you feel his hot cum fill you up, as you bite your lip from being overstimulated. chris pants heavily, as he comes down from his high. he can still feel the warmth of your pussy clenching around him.

“good..” his voice sounding so dirty, yet accomplished. “i made you cum..” he slowly pulls out of you, as you go to lay on your back. you smile at him, still seeing him have his ghostface mask on.

“mhm, you did.” you say, “now take that mask off of you, i wanna see my baby’s face.” chris nods, his gaze softens as he looks down at you. he reaches up to remove the mask, his fingers fumbling slightly due to the sweat coating them.

“here..” he says softly, pulling off the mask to reveal his face underneath. his face is all flushed and red. you couldn’t help but think he looks adorable. “there.. now you can see me.” his voice sounding much more clear.

“and you look so sexy all sweaty like this, c’mere.” you say, not being able to get enough of him. you grab him by the collar of his black shirt, pulling him completely on top of you.

“me? sexy?” he says smiling. you nod your head slowly as he leans forward and presses his lips against yours. the kiss is surprisingly gentle after how dominant he was being towards you before.

“mmm” he hums against your mouth, as he pulls his hand out to cup your face then lowering it to hold onto your chin to deepen the kiss.

“now, you want to finish your favorite movie?” he says against your lips as you feel him start to smile.

“yes please, and no distractions this time?”

“i promise.” he says.

─── aid speaks ᝰ.ᐟ ───

╰┈ ⌞₊˚ est. june 16th, 2024🗒 ˎˊ˗ ⌝

writing “dominant” chris was so hard because you know im a slut for a subby man. so.. i tried my best! i hope u liked it. also, thank you so so much for 1.9k. i can’t believe we hit that, i love all of you guys.

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[mattybsbitch]

oh lord🫣

obsessed || matt sturniolo

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. 🚨STALKER MATT ALERT. STALKER MATT ALERT🚨 tw: stalker insanely obsessed w you matt, overstimulation, matt’s obsessed with the idea of you belonging to him, kinky sex but what did you expect be honest. ENJOY!

Fuck, Matt was perfect.

You sat across from Matt at a high end restaurant, swirling your wine around in its glass. The date was going insanely well, the two of you hitting it off. You shared a lot of the same interest and seemed to get each other’s sense of humor. You found Matt charming and funny, his attractiveness only adding on top of that. You had met him by chance, awkwardly spilling coffee on him in a crowded local coffee shop. You immediately bonded over disliking mainstream coffee shops. Admittedly you took extra time trying to dab Matt’s white shirt. It was easy allowing yourself to ever so slowly fall in love.

Matt knew the date was going well, considering that’s how he planned it to go. You weren’t a very discreet person, your name plastered all over social media to show the world your accomplishments. Trip to Florida? Instagram post. Getting your associates degree? Facebook post. You were determined to show the world that you were something, somebody. He knew that’s how you’d want him to make you feel, like somebody special. It wasn’t hard for him to do so, with how adorable you were. Matt studied hard for his date with you, scoping out every scrap of an interest he could pinpoint.

It wasn’t hard to look at the little details of your instagram post. Nor was it hard to find your address.

Again, being discreet was not in your skill set. Posting the keys to your first apartment was almost too revealing. It didn’t take a genius to look up the model of the key, find the knob, and pinpoint which apartments had said doorknobs locally. He narrowed it down by area, taking into account where you worked as well as where you posted. Your college was fully online, most of your time dedicated to working. Matt would know, considering he followed you to work.

Matt knew you hated big corporations, the brunette making it a habit to go get coffee just at the same time as you. He knew when the shop was its busiest. He knew what your order was. Your spilling coffee on him was a breeze, him knowing you only drank iced coffee during the summer to cool you off in the mornings. He made sure to make his move when the shop was crowded, the two of you ‘accidentally’ walking into each other. You were so cute when you blushed, trying to clean his shirt with a handful of shitty napkins.

After studying your social media it was easy to see what kind of man you wanted. Kind, but not clueless. Protective, but not controlling. More importantly, he found your twitter. It didn’t have your real name on it. Trust him, it took a lot of digging to find it. It was full of pure filth, retweets of porn or smut. He always paid close attention to your captions specifically. Retweeting was one thing, your typed words were another. You wanted to be manhandled more than anything, according to your twitter.

You wanted someone to slut you out. To spit in your mouth and humiliate you. Matt could do that, he’d be happy to do that. More so than you could imagine, really. But he tried to push that knowledge aside as he sat in front of you at a candlelight dinner. The waiter picked up the check, Matt’s golden credit card peaking out of the top. “Dinner was fantastic, thank you again Matt,” You say, placing your hand on top of his across the table. Were you purposely pushing your breast upwards or was Matt hallucinating?

“Don’t thank me, it was really my pleasure,” Matt replied, giving you a sly grin as the waiter returned with his card. The two of you exited the restaurant hand and hand, your fingers lacing with his. “How far are you from here?” Matt asked. He knew how far. Maybe five minutes, seven tops if he walked slow to accommodate your being in heels. But he wanted you to make the call. “I’ll call a taxi, i’m twenty away. We should grab coffee tomorrow morning,” You lied, giving him a big grin. Matt picked up the hint. You liked him enough to want to see him again. But you most certainly did not trust him enough to walk you home.

Fair play.

“Sounds great. See you at seven?” Matt asked. You nodded, both of you exchanging fairwells. Matt turned the corner, allowing you to play pretend that you were calling a cab. Once you thought the cost was clear, you began walking your actual way home. You were smart to not trust Matt immediately, Boston certainly having a way of roughing everyone up a bit. But did you really think it was a better idea to walk home alone at night wearing that dress? With those heels? Matt was doing you an act of service more than anything else, making sure you got home safely.

The shadows of the night became his friend and most useful tool as he slowly followed you. You were blissfully unaware of his presence. Yeah, definitely a good idea he followed you home. You slid inside of your apartment, Matt climbing into the tree he always did to watch you. The leafs provided the perfect amount of coverage. From strangers walking by and from you. Boston clearly did not rough you up as much as Matt would’ve thought, your curtains wide open. He watched you slide off your heels, plopping down on your couch.

He needed to gain your trust. He yearned to be the one in front of you, taking off your heels. Matt watched you pick up your phone, the action making him check his. Zero notifications. Who were you calling? Matt began to grow impatient as he watched you talk on the phone, a male voice audibly coming into earshot. He glanced down, watching as Chris slyly walked down the sidewalk. “Nah nah i’m just saying mcdonald’s ain’t all that bad ma. You just have to stop eating that organic shit,” Chris said into his phone, approaching the front door to your apartment.

Matt’s eyes narrowed as he watched you rush to answer the door, both of you hanging up your phones.

Y/n, what the fuck is this?

You yanked Chris by his shirt, dragging him inside of your apartment. Matt watched as Chris got on top of you, kissing the side of your neck. Matt sat in disbelief, unsure of what to do. His brother? His goddamn brother? He sat in the tree painfully as Chris unzipped your dress, revealing your lacey black bra. Matt rolled his eyes. Oh come on, you definitely wore that for him. What made you change your mind? Surely Chris got into your head.

That’s what it had to be. You wouldn’t fuck Matt’s brother like that, right? He continued to watch until Chris briefly departed from you, yanking the curtains shut.

Matt sat in the tree for what felt like a million years, his brain racking itself on what to do. It wasn’t until the bathroom light flickered on in the apartment next door. Your apartment had two floors, the top only occupying a small bedroom and bathroom. Matt smirked as the dangerous idea crept into his head. As steadily as possible he climbed the thickest tree branch, reaching your bathroom window. It was absurdly tiny, Matt suddenly thankful he skipped out on dessert at the restaurant.

His fingers gripped the windows rim, sliding it upwards slowly. You were always so naive, believing no one would come inside like this. Thats why you had to be Matts. You needed him to protect you. And he needed you so the air could circulate in his lungs.

If Matt knew his brother, which he very much so did, he would not make you finish. In this very moment, Matt had never been more thankful for his brothers pitiful sex skills. Matt loved Chris dearly, enough to where he was only contemplating getting rid of him. After all, he was a mutt straying into his territory. And that territory happened to be the cunt he was fucking right now. Matt stayed behind the shower curtains, waiting silently. He dug around in his suit pocket, taking out a small pocket knife.

Matt flicked it open, the blade dimly illuminated in the moonlight. He waited quietly for his brother, knowing Chris obtained a pitiful bladder. Your moans were delightful to Matt’s ears, you were just moaning the wrong name. Some of your moans sounded fake as well, your vocal cords straining too much. Matt rolled his eyes. Did his dumbass brother even know where the clit was? Your moans came to an abrupt halt, Chris verbally grunting. Matt’s eyebrows furrowed. Yeah, you didn’t cum.

Matt listened intently to Chris’s footsteps, the bathroom door opening. His brother lazily flicked on the light, beginning to pull his pants down. Matt was on him in a flash, shoving the shower curtain out of the way. One of his hands covered Chris’s mouth, the other occupied by holding the knife to his throat. “Shh shh shh. Don’t make a sound or i’ll slit your throat,” Matt whispered. Chris’s eyes widened with fear, his face becoming pale.

“You’re going to go down there and tell her you don’t want to see her again. That she was nothing but a quick fuck,” Matt growled. Chris’s eyebrows furrowed, a muffled ‘why’ audible to Matt’s ears. He pressed the knife closer to his adam’s apple, his heart pounding with adrenaline. “You’re not really in a position to ask questions Christopher,” Matt murmured. Chris tried to back away, his body pressed against the pale yellow wall. Matt licked his dry lips, remembering Chris was his brother.

“She’s mine you dickwad. You come near her again I won’t be so forgiving,” Matt whispered. His eyes flickered back and forth, deranged as he studied Chris’s expression. His brother was finally understanding. It was finally computing. “I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth now. If you say anything about this happening i’ll slit your throat in your goddamn sleep,” Matt snarled. He went to raise his hand before hesitating. “I’ll kill your pretty blonde girlfriend too. Do you understand?” Matt asked sternly.

Chris nodded, swallowing as Matt removed his hand from his mouth. “I understand,” Chris uttered, terror painted across his face. Matt cocked his head towards the door, signaling for Chris to get on with it. As soon as his back was turned, Matt couldn’t help but say one last thing. “Oh and Chris?” He said. Chris slowly looked behind him, his fingertips just having glazed the bathroom doorknob.

“Make it convincing.”

Chris was lucky he knew how to follow instructions for once. Matt listened closely as he stomped downstairs. He put his ear to the door, listening as Chris screaming insults and profanities at you. The words whore and slut were thrown around loosely, the sound of your voice cracking breaking Matt’s heart. But this is how it had to be. He couldn’t possibly share you. What if Chris had done this out of his own accord? What if he was stupid enough to get bored of you one day? This was for your own good.

“Don’t fucking call me either!” Chris yelled, slamming the front door behind him. Matt ran over to the bathroom window, watching as his brother scrambled to run down the street. A cocky smirk crossed Matt’s lips, that expression soon fading when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Fuck. It was you.

“Hi there,” Matt whispered, greeting you when he answered the phone.

“Hey. Why are you whispering?”

“Nicks asleep. He finally just drifted off. We’ve been talking since he got home.”

Lies lies lies. Please believe them.

“Oh im sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just uh-”

You had stopped yourself, Matt temporarily wondering if he was breathing too hard into the phone.

“What’s up love?”

“I just wanted to know if you wanted to come over.”

Oh tonight just couldn’t get any sweeter.

It was not the easy to climb out of the window, excitement rushing through Matt’s veins. He had told you twenty minutes, meaning he had time to kill. After clumsily climbing down the tree he took a moment to compose himself. He was still dressed up from dinner. Shit. He shoved off his suit jacket, shoving inside a patch of bushes in your yard. He ran his fingers through his hair, steadying his breathing.

The end goal was in sight, it was near. All Matt had to do was fuck you into oblivion. He had to show you he was better than his imbecile brother or any other man who looked your way. That he could make you squirm and beg for more. He loosened his tie, shoving his hands in his pockets before strolling up to the front door. He knocked on the front door, anxiously awaiting to see your beautiful face.

You opened the door, surprised to see Matt. “I was just about to call you. I realized I forgot to give you my apartment number. How’d you find me?” You asked. Your apartment was generic, lined up with at least fifty that looked just like it. Matt gave you a charming smile. “The rose bushes out front. Not only are they your favorite flower, but they’re only suitable for someone as gorgeous as you,” He purred, watching your cheeks flush pink. He couldn’t tell if you were flustered from lust or his brother leaving you unsatisfied.

“You’re cute. Come in come in,” You ushered, moving aside for him to come in. You walked over to the kitchen, your dress wrinkled and obviously just thrown on. The zipper wasn’t all the way up, your hair wild and untamed from your earlier affair. “Wine?” You asked, gesturing to your wine cabinet. Matt knew about this as well, your fixation on wine adorable. “Absolutely. I’ll take whatever you think is best, I have no preference,” He said, giving you a small smile. It wasn’t long before the two of you were sitting on your couch with wine glasses in hand.

The same couch where Chris was buried into your cunt an hour ago tops. But as you dazzled Matt with conversation he couldn’t help but try to ignore it, knowing he would hypnotize you with his cock. “I have to be transparent with you. I’m surprised you invited me over,” Matt told you, setting his unfinished glass of wine on your coffee table. Your eyebrows furrowed, your lips sipping your wine of choice. “Why’s that?” You asked curiously.

“Well it’s late and we had plans early tomorrow. I just can’t help but wonder what changed your mind?”

You bit your bottom lip, before taking one final sip of your wine. You placed your glass on the table, climbing into Matt’s lap. You straddled him, his hands finding your waist with ease. “You did, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” You lied, twirling a piece of his hair around your finger. Matt made a mental note to teach you the importance of not telling lies. He couldn’t help himself, reaching up and placing his lips against yours.

Despite seeing your bdsm sub page on twitter, Matt was not quite sure that’s what you wanted from him. Of course he would be anything you wanted him to be. Sub? Dom? Switch? Vanilla? Whatever you wanted. He knew down the line you’d want to explore those kinks, but would you really want to now? You playfully nibbled at his bottom lip, pulling it towards you before releasing. “I wanna be yours,” You whispered. You lowered your hips onto his, grinding against his hard boner.

“Make me yours Matt.”

Huh, you really did want that right off of the bat.

You being so straightforward only turned him on more, his hands flipping you around and placing your back against the couch. Matt began kissing down your neck, sucking harshly at your skin. He knew you wanted this, your filthy online confessions all he needed to know. “M-Matt,” You whimpered, trying to buck your hips upwards. You sounded so beauty moaning his name. His hands reached behind you, unzipping your dress and throwing it aside. He chose not to question the lack of bra or panties, something you clearly hadn’t thought about earlier.

Instead Matt chose to be grateful he had easy access, his hips trailing down to your breast. “Matt please fuck me, fuck,” You groaned, tilting your head back as he took one of your nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, lightly grazing it with his teeth. “Patience baby. Let me take care of you,” Matt purred. He moved on to your other nipple, the cool air only making both of them more perky.

You were very vocal, your whines and whimpers ones Matt could appreciate. He made a mental note to never gag you, your noises too heavenly. “Your body is so beautiful. So ethereal,” Matt praised. He watched closely at your reaction, trying to see just how much praised turned you on. He brought two fingers to your soaked entrance, running them up and down your slit. “This wet for me already? You’re such a slut,” Matt spat. The moan that left your hips was more feral, more desperate.

Yeah, you wanted him to do both.

Matt delivered a sharp slap to your cunt, causing you to whine and your hips to jolt. “So fucking filthy,” Matt muttered, shoving two fingers inside of you. He curled his slender digits, pumping them against your g spot. Matt guessed easily Chris hadn’t given you any form of foreplay, your moans much more sinful as he finger fucked you. “Such a good girl for me. Look at you. Taking my fingers like a good whore,” Matt praised, smirking to himself as your walls clenched around him.

He brought his other hand to your clit, rubbing fast and aggressive circles around it. Your moans became louder, Matt’s pace refusing to slow down anytime soon. “Matt feels soooo good fuck,” You slurred, your eyes fluttered shut as you soaked in the pleasure. Matt could feel your orgasm coming, his ego fixing to grow ten times bigger. “Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” Matt taunted. You nodded, grabbing onto the couch. “Go on then, cum on my fingers like the good little girl you are,” Matt ordered.

He was delighted at the feeling of your walls spasming around him, begging for his cock. Matt gave you a moment to come down before repositioning himself. He bent down in between your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs. You were still dazed, blinking as you sat up to look down at Matt. “I’m too sensitive I c-can’t. Just fuck me, please,” You pleaded. Matt pressed another tauntingly slow kiss to your inner thigh, before hovering over your folds. His breath was hot against your cunt, your core begging for more.

“Just wanna taste you baby. Let me make you feel good. Relax for me,” Matt cooed. He knew that you were into overstimulation. Shit, that was quite literally retweeted so many times onto your twitter feed it was glued into his brain. You were practically begging anyone to overstimulate you into oblivion. “Thats it. That’s my good fucking whore,” Matt chuckled, licking a stripe up your cunt. You moaned loudly, your hand flying down to his hair. You yanked at his locs, Matt diving into your cunt like a starved man.

The feeling of you squeezing his head between your thighs was euphoric, this moment one Matt had dreamed of. “Matt, it’s too much-” You groaned, gasping as his lips attached themselves to your clit. He sucked at the sensitive bud, your juices coating his chin. You tasted so sweet, your trembling thighs only making the situation sweeter. “Fuck, right there, Matt i’m gonna cum,” You warned, pushing his head deeper into your cunt. Matt repeated the same motion with his lips and tongue, abusing your poor little clit to his liking.

Your thighs shook as you came, squirting directly into Matt’s mouth. Matt was happy to drink all of it, returning to your cunt to lick you as clean as possible. You were so fucking addicting and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. Matt crawled forward, pressing a sloppy kiss to your swollen lips. You were out of breath, your heart racing as you waited eagerly for him to fuck you. Matt didn’t waste any further time, shoving himself inside of you.

Your walls fluttered around his length, struggling to take him. “You feel so good,” You moaned, throwing your head back. Matt smirked as he watched his cock from your stomach, his girth stretching you out. “So do you baby. You’re so perfect. Made to take my cock,” Matt said, grabbing both of your legs. He threw them over his shoulders, your ankles dangling by his head as he began ramming into you. Your walls were milking him, begging him to fuck you senseless.

“I’m going to do this every fucking day. You’re mine. This is my cunt, do you understand?” Matt asked, leaning over you. His thrust were merciless, his angle only turning you more into a squirming mess as he went deeper. You nodded profusely, the noises escaping your lips sinful and raw. “Mine to fuck, mine to play with,” Matt huffed, abusing your cunt as he pleased. He leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. “Mine to breed,” He smirked, hiding his smile as your walls fluttered around his cock again.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? To be bred by me like this over and over and over,” Matt taunted, his hips continuing to pound into yours. You were babbling mess, mixes of pleas with strings of curses escaping your darling lips. “You’re mine, you belong to me,” Matt said. He frowned as he noticed your eyes were screwed shut, your face scrunched up in pleasure. His hips continued fucking you as he grabbed your face, forcing your lips to pucker out like a fish.

“You hear me slut? You belong to me. Do you understand?” Matt asked, his eyes flickering back and forth to study yours. Your pupils were blown with lust, your walls milking his cock for everything he had. “Yes daddy, i’m yours,” You replied obediently, his hand instantly retreating from your face. “You’ve done it now,” He murmured, grabbing your hips. Matt began to pound into you harder, drilling into you deeper. You were hanging on by a thread, your orgasm approaching quickly.

“Fucking cum on my cock, go on. Cum on my fucking cock so I can breed you. Get you pregnant,” Matt ordered, the idea of cumming inside of you only driving him more feral. You screamed his name as you came around his cock, your legs violently trembling as Matt thrust into you one last time. Your walls demanded every last drop of cum Matt could provide. Your cunt was full of his seed, your fate sealed in the worst way possible. Matt slowly pulled out of you, both of you panting softly.

He meant what he said: you belonged to him. And soon enough you’d realize just how much that truly meant.

[mattybsbitch]

oh my lord

DIRTY LITTLE HEART While on vacation with all the old Boston friends, one of Chris' best friends walks in on him while he is showering. She wickedly watches him, but there is a twist... Warning: 18+ Smut, Fucking, P in V, masturbation, oral, cream-pie, squirt, cocksure Chris! Etc, CHRIS X OC Notes: Listened to Meg Meyers ''desire''. I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy it too.

A DIRTY LITTLE HEART It was going to happen. It was bound to happen.

Harlee walked to the bathroom, her head bopping up and down to the music floating through her earbuds into her ears. Her feet silently sank into the plush grey-fitted carpet extending throughout the long hallway. She was thinking of nothing but the lyrics and getting into a cool shower as she clutched her fresh clothing and white fluffy towel to her chest.

The triplets, Harlee, and their friends in Boston decided to club together and rent a holiday home for the summer vacation. It was an easy decision because they were a tight-knit group who got along without any hitches. Loyal, trustworthy friends who respected each other through and through. They had a plethora of things to do and places to visit making Florida the perfect destination. The house they had hired was on the luxurious side of the scale, with enough bedrooms for each of them that had spacious rooms and though it lacked just as many bathrooms, it did have one bathroom that resembled a mini spa. It didn’t bother anyone and they assumed the owners thought the mini spa-like bathroom made up for it.

The bathroom light was on, throwing a thin beam of light under the door crack, and the door was closed, but not latched. She didn’t pay mind because with a house filled with people, someone probably mistakenly left the light on. The door, after all, had not been latched, and it was also past midnight so, she assumed everyone had gone to bed. Harlee pushed the door open with her foot - just enough for her to slip into the bathroom. The contrast of the bright white bathroom light to the dark hallway, had her squeezing her eyes shut for a few seconds, before opening them to a scene in front of her that she would never forget.

Her eyes first fell on the clothes haphazardly strewn on the floor, and it was at that very second, when she recognised the clothing, that she should have fled the bathroom. Her brain was screaming at her to leave – this was one of her best friends! Yet her heart, her heart…was telling her something completely different. Her body? Her body refused to listen to either her brain or heart. Fuck the brain and the heart! Her body wanted… him.

Her eyes moved over the grey shorts she loved seeing him in so much, then over the black t-shirt with ‘pirate girl’ written on it, which she also loved on him, especially since he took scissors to them and cut the sleeves off. Then there were the black underpants, then his socks and shoes. She wanted to giggle because she could tell exactly what order he took everything off as he walked to the shower. She, herself was more of a pile everything on top of each other, and put her shoes neatly together to one side. Chris though, was a discarder – he haphazardly discarded his clothes and shoes. She knew he had kicked his shoes off because one was upright, next to his shorts, while the other, lay on its side on the blue and white bathmat in front of the tub.

She swallowed hard as her eyes lifted slowly to the shower. It was mid-summer; a heat wave was rolling across the country and they were right in the midst of it, so, everyone was having cold showers instead of hot…which meant there was absolutely no steam to fog the clear glass shower door.

Her eyes trailed up his legs and stopped on his superior ass that caused her to audibly gasp. She knew he would have a nice ass, but this?! Fucking-fantastic! Could she bounce a coin off of it? Most certainly yes. Did she want to smack it? Oh, hell yes! She immediately lifted a hand to her mouth and cupped it, as she curled her bottom lip between her lips. In a huge bathroom with nothing much to absorb sound, a needle dropping would bounce off the tiled walls. She also closed her eyes for a second waiting for Chris to start yelling at her and ask her what the hell she thought she was doing. However, there was nothing except the music playing in her ears. She couldn’t even hear the sound of the water raining down on him. She slowly opened one eye, peeping through it to see if Chris was standing with a towel around himself yelling at her, but he was still under the cool shower. But he had turned 60 degrees… towards her!

‘Fuck’ she silently screamed, and her eyes immediately searched Chris’ face to see if he was any the wiser that she was there, but his eyes were firmly closed as he tilted his head back and lifted his face up to the water. She inhaled the feint scent of his masculine body wash and shampoo as her eyes ran over his naked body. Her eyes lingered on his chest, stomach, and V line before her eyes fell onto his perfect…very perfect dick. She heard herself squeak as she bit her bottom lip harder. The damn music in her ears along with the sight of Chris made every nerve in her body tingle in pure bliss. His dick was so solid and rock hard, - she was sure if he tapped her pussy with it, she would break in half. It was long, thick, and straight, oh lordy, it was so straight, jutting up, begging to be held, to be stroked, to be relieved of the pressure. As Chris brought his hand down from wiping water off his face, to curl his palm, and those long, idyllic, superb fingers around his thick shaft, Harlee pulled her hand away from her mouth and yanked her earbuds out just as Chris let out a throaty moan.

Holy shit! She actually started shaking at how he moaned, as she pushed her earbuds into her shorts pocket, but one of her earbuds got hooked on the lip of the pocket and somehow bounced into the air. Shit. She really didn’t want that to be the reason he was alerted to her presence. Her wicked presence. She quickly dipped her hand below the earbud that clearly thought it was a time to be free-spirited and caught it with a silent sigh of relief. Chris groaned again and Harlee looked at him, pushing the earbuds back, deep into her pocket. She watched as he firmly grasped his erection in his fist pumping with great fervour as the most sublime, toe-curling, moans and groans emanated from him. It took all of Harlee's willpower to not drop her belongings and begin to touch herself.

As she watched him with attentive eyes, she knew he was getting close. She was going to have to time it perfectly so she see him cum and leave just before he finished…though, she desperately wanted to watch the whole show. Chris’s other hand lifted and he placed his palm against the smokey grey tiles, his chest rising and falling at a faster rate than it was. He dropped his head slightly, and the most enthralling, pleasurable moan that escaped him sent a shiver up Harlee’s spine. His knees buckled slightly and his hand almost became a blur as he said ‘’Fuuuckk,’’ and tilted his head back. Harlee unconsciously licked her lips as she watched his cum flying through the air.

Some hit the wall, while some landed on the floor and she was surprised at how much he had cum and was still cumming when she spun around on her spot and quietly left the bathroom, thinking what a waste of his cum that was, when it could have been in one of her many holes or, on her. The thought of it actually swirling down the drain with the water left her feeling somewhat somber. Harlee leaned against the wall just outside the bathroom, breathing heavily herself from a mixture of anticipation, thrills, lust, and adrenaline. Her heart was beating fast and she had a fine sheet of perspiration on her skin. She sucked in a breath, knowing that above all the mixed emotions coursing through her veins, she was breathing that heavily because she had secretly loved Chris for a long time.

She pushed herself away from the wall, pondering on how she fell in love with Chris. When? How? They had been friends for as long as she could recall with the Triplets, though Chris and Harlee enjoyed competing in everything and, with each other. Whether it was a basketball game, baking, or challenges, they were always the two up against each other. They loved to see who would win. They had fun, they teased each other playfully but that was where it ended. She made sure when she was around Chris, she hid and buried her feelings so no one, especially him, could see how she really felt about him. She thought she did, anyway.

After she had padded back to her room, a few doors down from the bathroom, she stopped in front of her bedroom door and swung her head in the direction of the bathroom, realizing that there wasn’t a how or when she fell in love. She just fell in love with the boy who turned into a man over the years, and it wasn’t that he was just good-looking, or because he made her laugh, it was everything about him. She loved everything about him.

A guilt that had been seeded in the pit of her stomach as soon as she knew Chris was in the bathroom had suddenly sprouted and the guilt seemed to vine its way through her with every passing second. She let out a deep, audible sigh and turned back around. She had no idea what she was going to say to Chris but she knew she would figure it out. She bit her bottom lip thinking she couldn’t possibly say ‘’hey Chris I walked into the bathroom and watched you rub one out. Sorry.’’ First of all, she wasn’t sorry. She wasn’t sorry at all. Second of all, it could ruin their friendship. Deep in thought and focused on what she was going say, she walked back to the bathroom and pushed the door open.

There, facing her was Chris. Naked. His towel just leaving his fingers tips as he dropped it to the floor beside himself. Why was he not dressed yet? She had expected him to be dressed, maybe brushing his teeth. The faint smell of mint clinging to the air told her he had brushed his teeth before getting dressed, and her breath hitched in her throat. She fucked up. So badly. Twice. She closed her eyes, squeezed them shut, and let out a shaky breath.

When she snapped her eyes open Chris was still standing in the same spot, and Harlee could only surmise that he was in shock. It bothered her that she couldn’t read his expression because Chris was a really expressive person, even in his facial features. She cleaned her throat and shifted in her spot, her eyes shifting from his eyes, down his body again. She didn’t want to, but her eyes apparently had a mind of their own. She couldn't help it. Fuck! She had the perfect, most wonderful view of his flaccid dick, right in front of her. Strangely though, Chris didn’t try and cover himself up or turn away. He knew he had a perfect dick and continued to let her gaze. Gaze? No, she was enraptured and staring. She so much wanted to revel in the pleasure of giving him a blow job. However, as hard as it was, she was able to pull her eyes off of him and turn around.

‘’I apologize, Chris,’’ she said choosing her words carefully because again, she wasn’t sorry. She just couldn't find the remorse for walking in on him, twice, and seeing his dick.

‘’Har,’’ Chris said, as she took a step to leave the bathroom. She closed her eyes, scrunching her nose up, not knowing if he was going to yell at her, or if he was going to be sweet and tell her what she did was wrong in the kindest way he could. He was going to make her feel so guilty that the guilt would ooze from every pore on her body. She would have preferred Chris yelling at her.

She took a deep breath and turned back around. Their eyes locked for a few seconds and she intended to keep it that way but her eyes were betraying her yet again. ‘SLUT!’ her brain shouted at her. She had never in her life felt her body and brain having such a tug of war. It usually worked as a whole, together in a uniform fashion but for the past half hour every part of her body was wanting and doing a different thing. It wasn't that any part of her didn't want to see him, it was her moral values bugging her - he was her best friend. She reasoned with herself that if Chris was going to yell or be sweet about it…or even end their friendship, at least she had a really good view while he did it!

Then it happened. It twitched. She saw it, it twitched! And with that one twitch, it became longer and larger. Her world came to a standstill, her eyes fixed on Chris’ dick, him standing motionless before her and her mind went to the song she was listening to earlier – ‘Desire, I’m hungry, I hope you feed me. How do you want me?’ It twitched again, and all by itself, without any help from his fingers, it began to grow on its own. And he let her watch it happen.

When it was fully erect, pointing boldly skyward, his silky smooth head and hole staring up at the ceiling, she finally lifted her eyes to meet his. She found him intently staring at her, studying her, a very small smile playing on his lips. The corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. She blinked at him, thinking his recovery time was astonishing – he had only just cum and it was plenty. She opened her mouth and closed it again, only to open it again but all that came out was squeak. Chris let out a short laugh and she quickly cleared her throat.

‘’Wow,’’ was all she could manage to muster up and this time he smiled. A big, broad smile that could melt her heart and make her legs go weak at times, but she could tell behind his eyes, his mind was working overtime. She could always tell when he was deep in thought because he got a far away look and she could almost hear the cogs turning in his head.

Thinking she should leave him alone, she turned and took a few steps and just when her foot touched the carpet in the hallway, he said:

‘’You’re just gonna pull the trigger and walk away? Did you enjoy enjoy the show?’’ Chris asked in a low, sexy voice that made her shiver and stop in her tracks. She looked over her shoulder at him.

‘’How did you know?’’ she asked, feeling her cheeks grow hot, as she turned back around

Chris smiled and picked the towel up that was laying on the floor and put it around his waist, his still hard dick tenting it. He then grabbed his belongings off the floor and stood up straight.

‘’It’s your birthday in a few days…that perfume you use always smells so nice. Subtle but potent at the same time. I smell it all day on you too, so it must be good quality. What’s it called, so I can get you another bottle?’’ he asked as he walked towards her

She gave him a confused look and mumbled, ‘’Jo Malone. Blue suede and peony.’’

‘’Mmmm,’’ he said, side stepping her to get out the door, ‘’I can always tell when you’ve come into a room. It just smells so fucking good.’’

Harlee's mouth fell open and she let out a sigh as she picked a foot up off the cool tiles slightly and stomped it back down. FUCK! He knew she was there all the time and he didn’t once let on that he knew. He jacked off, knowing she was there. She felt like a jackass, but was she sorry? Nope, still not.

Chris laughed, ‘’enjoy your shower Harl's,’’ he said as he walked out the bathroom.

‘’You won’t win, Chris. Just because you knew -’’ she was saying but Chris cut her off

‘’Oh, Harlee, I’ve already won,’’ he said and closed the door cutting the conversation off.

Harlee huffed and threw her belongings on the basin counter. She looked into the huge mirror before her and smiled – at least he wasn’t pissed off at her. In all intents and purposes, she felt like she was the one who won; she was the one who got to see him naked, to see the hottest, most arousing thing she had ever seen when he had masturbated. She would never tell him that though. As she stared at herself, her smile started to disappear and a frown took its place…why did he think he won? ---

After Harlee had washed and conditioned her hair, she scrubbed her body with a coconut body wash she loved and then shaved. She was enjoying her last moments in the shower when she looked at the tiled wall where Chris’ cum had landed but had washed away by now, showing no sign he had even been in the bathroom. She ran a hand over her face wondering if she had imagined it all? She had been out in the sun all day, soaking up the heat and rays, so maybe she was tired and fantasized about it? Chris had been so calm with the whole situation – were they going to pretend it never happened, if it did? Fuck, how was she going to do that when she had witnessed one of the most phenomenal things she had ever seen…by her best friend?

Harlee’s palms were planted firmly against the tiled wall as she lowered her head into the tepid spray of the shower. With her eyes closed, she just smiled to herself, feeling giddy. Her one hand slid down the tiles and she touched her swollen nipples, rolling them in gentle twists. She felt weightless like she was made of pure sensation. The delicious warmth in her pussy seemed to radiate throughout her body. Now her hand moved down to cup her smooth mound. She raked the damp furrow with her finger, imagining it was Chris’. She had thought earlier that his fingers were ‘’idealistic’ and she thought of that word because that’s exactly what they were – ideal to slide into any pussy. Any woman who had a pulse would have wanted that because they were perfect, long, slim. Her lips parted easily as she teased herself, feeling a new flush of nectar. The pulse in her clit was already growing and she let out a moan, feeling her orgasm coming on fast and furiously. She wasn’t surprised.

She suddenly heard the familiar click of the metal magnets on the huge glass door and before she could even react, she felt a hand clasp around her wrist, then around the one on the wall. She gasped, but when she saw the hands, she found herself smiling wickedly.

‘’Not yet sweet cheeks,’’ Chris whispered in her ear and pulled both of her arms behind her back. Chris called her that every now and then, but it was always in a teasing manner, however, he was far from teasing her now. He gathered her delicate wrists together in his left hand, pinning them behind her back but slightly to the left so that he could get closer to her. His free hand slid around her waist and over her toned, flat stomach, then up her abdomen until he cupped one of her breasts. Harlee let a moan escape her as a reward when he gently but firmly squeezed it and flicked the nipple. She closed her eyes when he moved even closer to her, pushing his hard dick into the small of her back.

‘’It’s only fair that I came to watch,’’ he said into her ear again, and pushed his lips to her wet temple.

She nodded in agreement. Hell, he could have her…all of her as punishment for doing what she did.

‘’You are so…fucking gorgeous,’’ he whispered again, his lips brushing her earlobe, causing her to shiver slightly

‘’You were a naughty girl, Har,’’ he said softly, his hand running back down to her stomach and all she could do was nod in agreement again. The only logical thought she could conjure up was that her pussy was throbbing and she needed him inside of her.

‘’How long? How long have you been feeling this way towards me?’’ he asked as his fingers slid over her smooth pussy.

Harlee only let out a breath of a groan and spread her legs a fraction further to give him better access.

‘’Baby girl, how long?’’ he asked and yanked slightly on her wrists

‘’A…a long time. I don’t know where along the line I fell for you, but I did. I didn’t mean to come in here tonight, it was an accident, Chris, but I’m not sorry,’’ she said and sucked in a sharp breath when he parted her pussy lips and then slid a finger into her.

‘’I know…because I’ve felt the same way about you, and I think it’s time you knew the animal, the one that sleeps inside. The thing that adores you, and wants you and wants to fuck you,’’ he whispered.

Harlee’s eyes snapped open and she turned her head to look at Chris, tilting her head up slightly. He smiled at her and dipped his head, then pushed his lips against hers. He kissed her once, twice, to make sure she was okay with this and she let him know it was by latching onto his lips in the third kiss. She parted his lips with her own and plunged her tongue into his mouth. This time it was Chris who rewarded her with a moan. The hungry fuelled kiss was nothing short of primal desire.

Chris slipped his ring finger into her, stretching her, and causing her to gasp into the kiss.

Chris pulled from the kiss, a smirk on his face, ‘’ooo, you’re tight,’’ he said excitedly, but not really surprised. She was tiny but she was slender from all the sports she did in school and now that they were in their twenties, she worked out a lot. He loved it because she was always ready to go. Always ready to play a sport or up for anything competitive. Her competitive side made her even more appealing to him, though, he knew even if she wasn’t though, he would have still fallen for her because she was sweet, generous, and utterly gorgeous in and out. ‘’I don’t know that I’m going to fit in you.’’

‘’Make it fit,’’ she said and Chris let out a low moan

‘’Tell me who’s going to win tonight,’’ Chris asked next to her ear again as she leaned her head back against his chest. He could tell she was going to cum soon. Her walls had started fluttering around his fingers and her breathing had increased significantly.

‘’We…both…are…’’ she said with out thinking, between breaths

‘’Fuck, yes baby girl,’’ he said letting go of her wrists, and pulling his fingers out from her, but he didn’t go far; he slid them up to her small, pearly clit. His other hand slid up her back and he gathered her wet hair into his fist as he began to kiss her, placing the most delectable kisses on her soft skin. He started on her shoulder, moving to her neck.

‘’I have a deep secret,’’ he said between the kisses, as he moved around her so that he was standing in front of her, but he never stopped circling her clit. He was driving her insanely wild. The man knew what he was doing. He was applying just enough pressure and movement to keep her on edge but not enough to get her off yet.

‘’Chris…’’ she breathed

‘’It’s you. You’re my deep secret. In my fantasy you look so good with my cum all over you, inside you or dripping from your pussy. There’s spit and sweat.. I know exactly what time you go and shower, baby girl; you’re a creature of habit. Think it was coincidental I was in here? I knew if you stayed while I was showering, I won. If you stayed I knew it meant you felt the same way I feel about you. You stayed, we’re both going to win. Now cum,’’ he said and pushed just a little harder, and went a fraction faster, on her clit. Her eyes widened as she sucked in a breath.

Chris knew her well enough to know she was filling her lungs with air as her orgasm hit her to let the air out in a scream. He put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her towards his chest, burying her face against himself. Her arms flew up behind him and she grabbed his shoulders, clinging onto him as she screamed into his chest, her legs starting to shake uncontrollably as shock waves of pleasure ripped through her from her heels to her temples. Although her scream was muffled, Chris was sure the beginning of her scream had been heard throughout the house. It had echoed in the bathroom, bouncing off the tiled walls.

Chris put an arm around her waist to keep her from falling as her body shook and she rode out her orgasm. Her grip on his shoulders eventually eased up and she tilted her face up and looked at Chris with her big eyes. She bit her lip in such a seductive way, his cock twitched and he smiled at her, raising his brows.

‘’What?’’ he asked putting his fingers under her chin. He brushed his thumb over her lip making her feel like she was adored by him.

‘’That was…afuckingmazing. I’ve never cum that hard,’’ she whispered, barely audible over the sound of the water

‘’Just wait, we’re going to have so much fun but, on your knees baby. I hated being second best every time you went out with someone else,’’ he said, pushing her down as he said it.

Harlee licked her lips and smiled up at him, ‘’oh, Chris, you were never second best. Nothing happened with any of them, because they weren’t you,’’ she said and opened her mouth.

‘Fuck!’ he thought, curling his hand tighter around her hair. He let out an audible groan of pleasure as her lips met the tip of his penis. Pleasure spread throughout his groin before shooting along his entire body, causing his muscles to clench and his fist to tighten roughly in her long hair. He had closed his eyes with absolute pleasure, but they shot back open when she pulled her head back. "Fuck you taste so good!" said, her words heavy with excitement. "Use my mouth. You deserve it after letting me watch you." Harlee's words made his cock pulse with a fresh influx of blood as the adrenaline kicked in. His award-winning smile crept back to his lips as he wrapped her long hair around his right hand and gripped it tightly as he grabbed the back of her head with his left. He rocked his hips as he thrust into her mouth simultaneously and pushed her head down on himself. He let out a loud groan of pleasure when he felt the tip of his penis press against the back of her throat. The resistance was only momentary before she opened her throat and took him in. Warm, wet pressure encased his dick as he slid deeper. He kept expecting her to gag or tap out so she could take a break, but then he felt her tongue lapping at his balls.

He was just going to look down at her when there was a knock on the door, and then Nick’s voice came from the other side.

‘’Chris? You okay? We thought we heard a scream a few minutes ago,���’ Nick asked

Chris looked down at Harlee, who was looking up at him, his dick filling her little mouth, but she looked so fucking good! ‘’Do I sound like a fucking girl when I scream?’’ Chris asked and this time Harlee choked as she tried to laugh, so she pulled back.

‘’Chris? What are you doing in there? Pretty sure I’ve heard the shower running for a while now,’’ Matt asked

‘’I’m…fucking,’’ Chris said and shrugged his shoulders at Harlee

There was a brief silence before Matt spoke again, ‘’yeah….fucking himself. He is fine.’’

‘’Fuck you Matt!’’ Chris shouted with a laugh as they all started laughing

‘’Wait,’’ Nick said, ‘’Harlee wasn’t in her room…are you…do you know how long we have been watching you two, hoping you would just get together…’’

Chris shook his head, ‘’we’re trying to fuck and he is having a conversation on the other side there,’’ he said and lifted his head, then shouted, ‘’later Nick! Please just…go.’’

‘’Oh,’’ Nick said and burst out laughing, ‘’yeah. Sorry. Carry on.’’

Harlee giggled and Chris pulled her up, then pushed some hair that was plastered on her forehead back, ‘’you okay, or did that just ruin everything?’’ he asked

Harlee smiled and looked from his still hard rock dick to his eyes. She tilted her head slightly to the side looking into his eyes that looked as if they were pleading with her to still be in the mood. ‘’Chris, wild horses couldn’t drag me out of here,’’ she said and stood on her tippy toes as she lifted her face to his and put her arms around his neck.

Chris gave her a smile and picked her up with ease as he placed one hand on her waist, the other on an ass cheek, and kissed her. He knew he was never going to tire from her delicious kisses. She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her legs around him, his big dick between them, exciting her even more.

Chris kept his one arm firmly on her ass as he turned the water off and then pushed the shower door open. He silently thanked his lucky stars that he could easily hold her as he stepped out of the shower with the full intention of going to his room opposite the bathroom, but it seemed it would be the longest walk of his life when all he wanted to do was bury his already aching dick into her wet pussy. It would also mean they would have to dry themselves off, and get dressed for a minute to only take their clothes off again.

His eyes landed on the sink counter, made of marble, and since it was a double sink, there was enough space between them to plant her fine little ass on. Harlee had moved her kisses to his cheek, his incredible jaw, and down his neck, leaving Chris to smile at the view in the mirror at the back of the sink counter.

‘’Chris?’’ she said between the kisses

‘’Yeah babe?’’ he replied, squeezing one of her ass cheeks that fit so well into his hand

‘’I need you to fuck me…now,’’ she said. Bingo. The counter it was.

He stepped up to the counter and claimed her lips with his again as he set her down. She let out a tiny gasp as the contrast of the cool counter top hit her hot skin, so Chris immediately pulled her off again and grabbed her big fluffy towel, placing it where she was going to be fucked real good.

‘’Thank you,’’ she whispered as he set her down again

‘’Anything for you,’’ he said with a smile that made her pussy wet, while Chris grabbed his cock and smeared his pre-cum over his shaft.

‘’That’s so hot,’’ Harlee said watching Chris.

Chris smiled, and stroked his cock another two times, and then aimed his cock at her dripping pussy. She pushed herself back a fraction and lifted her legs, placing her heels on the very edge of the counter, her legs spread open, giving Chris the best view he could have asked for.

‘’Fuuuuck. You’re better than any of my fantasies,’’ he said staring at her as she did to him earlier. ‘’You…you have the best little pussy and titties I’ve ever seen.’’

Harlee smiled but she threw her head back when Chris suddenly bent down and flattened his tongue against her pussy and ran his tongue up to her clit.

‘’Oh my god!’’ she squealed and gripped the edge of the counter with her fingertips as she arched her back. Chris lifted his eyes and with her titties on display the way they were, his pre-cum doubled and ran down his shaft.

Chris laughed and stood up straight, grabbing his dick again, ‘’you taste so fucking good, but I need my dick in you,’’ he said and pressed his tip against her pussy

‘’MMM, yes, get that monster into me,’’ she moaned. She was impossibly slick, with enough warmth radiating from her core to promise a welcoming and unforgettable union. Ever so slowly, he pressed the tip of his dick towards its goal. Her pussy embraced his dick, bringing a gasp from the both of them. A tingling sensation rushed through Chris’ body, threatening to make him lose control. but he growled with pleasure as he squeezed into her, which was echoed by Harlee.

‘’You’re so wet,’’ Chris murmured, with relief

She nodded, ‘’I told you, watching you…is something else,’’ she said and sucked in a breath, ‘’just do it.’’

Chris grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a hungry kiss as he slammed into her. Her pussy constricted tightly around his shaft, but she was so wet that he could almost feel her sucking him in deeper and deeper. She whimpered into the kiss for a moment but Chris felt her relax almost immediately. The worst was over but, the sudden enveloping of his dick had surprised him, sending a shiver through his body as his climax rushed in. He gritted his teeth and every muscle in his body as he staved off his orgasm. It had never come so fast before, but the highly erotic nature of being with Harlee was a strong force. Chris had paused letting her adjust to him before started thrusting.

‘’Fuck you feel good,’’ Chris breathed and she could only nod, unable to form coherent words. He was so deep, she expected to taste him in her throat at any moment. Chris kissed her and placed a hand between her legs. He brushed a thumb over her clit and began moving it in circles. He was sure he had only moved his thumb around twice before she moaned into the kiss and her pussy clamped down around him.

She pulled from the kiss and looked at Chris, her eyes were huge, her breathing was fast and furious. Her mouth was forming a perfect ‘o’, her face riddled with a mixture of confusion and surprise. She placed her hands on Chris's chest and tried to push him away as she simultaneously tried to scoot back. Chris let out a laugh and grabbed Harlee’s legs just as her heels slipped from the counter, and pulled her back to him, slamming into her. ''Fuck, fuck, fuck...Chris...,'' she squealed

‘’Let it out baby,’’ he said

‘’OH MY GOD,’’ she screamed just before she buried her face into his shoulder, her screams muffled against Chris's flesh and muscles as he felt her pussy gush and pulse, soaking his dick and pelvis.

Chris received the most amazing massage he had ever felt. Her body vibrated, she shook for nearly a full minute before she finally came down from her high. Chris slowed his pace down and smiled at her when she pulled her face from his shoulder.

‘’Bet you haven’t cum like that before either?’’ he asked with a proud smirk

She laughed and shook her head, ‘’no. Fuck! Holy fucking fuck,’’ she replied, making him laugh

‘’You’re even more beautiful when you cum, but it’s my turn,’’ he said and began pumping into her again, and it wasn’t long before they were both on the edge, but Harlee won as she cried out in ecstasy but Chris was right on her tail. Everything hit Chris, sending him tumbling into his own orgasm and pushing him over the edge; the position they were in, the sight of them fucking, the noises emanating from Harlee, his dick deep in her pussy, the smell surrounding them and her tight pussy like a vice grip exploding around his cock, then the wet splash against his public bone. Chris let out a loud groan that echoed around the bathroom. He tilted his head back as he shot load after load into Harlee, overfilling her. He was still shaking and trembling as he looked down and saw his cum spilling out around his cock. It was so, so tight, he didn’t think there was room, but the site aroused him even more and he groaned again, feeling his last bit of cum shoot out. The orgasm had spread through his body and his legs shook slightly. Harlee started to come down from her orgasm and then slumped against Chris. He wrapped his arms around her, his one hand holding the back of her head, ever protective and scared she would slide off the counter or hit her head. She was well and truly spent. He pushed his lips against her damp hair. Breathing hard, Chris pulled himself out of Harlee and then pulled her closer to him. Her legs slipped off the counter and hung like a rag doll while she fully recovered.

‘’If it all ended now, I’d be set,’’ Chris said softly. ‘’I mean I want a future with little me’s and you’s running around but if it did all end now, I’d be the happiest man there.’’

‘’I think I love you, a lot more than friends,’’ Harlee whispered

‘’I fucking hope so, 'cause I love you too,’’ he said and moved back so he could look at her. She smiled at him as she looked up at him, loving everything about him. ‘’I love that we both won today and I want to keep it that way. Cause baby when it's you and me, we will never lose, when it's you and me...together, ’’ Chris said with such sincerity, Harlee knew that she really was the winner - she had Chris through thick and thin.

''If you didn't set this up, I would have forever been yearning for you,'' Harlee said and intertwined her fingers with his, ''how did you know I stayed to watch you though? The perfume didn't mean I stayed.'' ''I knew you stayed because I would have stayed too. See, we both win,'' he said and pushed his lips to hers thanking the heavens that she had a dirty little heart. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing this. Thank you to everyone who has read, and/or liked it, reblogged, and commented. From the bottom of my heart, It means so much to me and you are really appreciated.

[mattybsbitch]

Writing was impeccable and the story was far too relatable.

the absurdity of it

matt x reader

a/n: second time writing! please reblog!

the absurdity of it was not that matt was buried balls deep into you, pounding hard, unrelentless thrusts into your pussy. it wasn’t even the fact that his brothers were in the bedroom next door, live streaming and playing god-knows what game at a ridiculous noise level. in this moment, he was happy to have the extra commotion, it covered up the sweet sounds of your moans and cries of pleasure as he gripped your hips and pulled you deeper onto his cock.

the absurdity of it wasn’t even that you kept moaning his name into his pillow, ignoring the hair plastered to your face because it felt so good.

“matty,” you cried out, and he almost came right then and there because he knows that you know what the nickname does to him.

“c’mon sweets, i need you to keep it down.” he managed to groan out with eyes clenched and fingers straining on your thighs as the girl in front of him let out another sigh of pleasure.

his cock twitched at the sound, and he decided then in that moment that there was nothing better than being so deep inside of you he could feel himself on your lower abdomen. there was nothing better than the little noise you made as your breath hitched and your hips stilled right before you came. he could lie and say he was close anyways, but only he would know that it was the way you clenched so hard around him he saw stars, and that it was the goddamn nickname you moaned out that made him bend over your body and slowly pump his come into your warmth.

the absurdity of it wasn’t even that he inhaled your lavender scent like it was a fucking drug. or that he could imagine it being the only thing he smelled for the rest of his life. his hips jerked at the sound of his brother’s booming laughter, and the movement caused you to let out yet another kitten moan. matt caressed his way up to the apex of your thighs where he replaced his cock with his ring and middle finger, relishing in the way your mouth opened and your face curled into one of pleasure.

“good girl.” he praised, grinning as he watched his come leak from your pussy, coating his fingers in the pale liquid.

he brought his middle finger to his lips and made sure you were looking at him dead in the eye, cheeks flushed, mouth parted and watching intently as his cheeky pink tongue licked a stripe from the bottom of his finger to the very top, swallowing. the very sight of it nearly caused you to come again, but instead you pulled yourself forward to meet him, not giving him a chance to pull away as you pressed your lips to his come-coated ones. his still wet fingers gripped your waist in an aching hold, and his tongue met yours with delight. his hair tickled your brows and you could feel his cock pressing against your thighs, searching for more, more, more. the sounds of your kisses filled the room, lips moving down his neck, his ears, his sternum, but before matt could do something crazy like take you from behind this time, he pressed a hand to your tits and pushed you to lay on your back. a sly smile reached your face and your tongue poked out to lick his saliva off your lips and if there wasn’t a prettier sight than this — well he didn’t know if there could be.

the absurdity of it wasn’t that this was the third time today that matt’s been inside you. after your shower that morning, and the quickie in the car after lunch, he thought you’d be satiated for the day. but how can he resist your pretty eyes or your plump lips when you tell you need him. he was supposed to be in the room with his brothers right now, doing his job and making his fans happy, but fuck them if it meant being able to plunge deep into your pussy, holding you tight as he made you come over and over again.

no, the absurdity of it was that you weren’t even his. you weren’t dating. you weren’t together. your body, your lips, and your pussy were his, but the rest of you wasn’t. and it cracked his heart a little more each time you pulled away when his brothers got too close. each time you pecked his cheek and pet his hair before you left his room with his come still in your cunt. each time you joked about being single, about not having a man to take care of you and fuck if it didn’t hurt him. because he was right there. he was there when you were growing up, offering his bed and blankets and snuggles when you had a bad dream. he was there when you needed a late-night study partner, showing up at your doorstep with two extra annoying helpers, a mcflurry, and your favorite lime chips. he was there when you graduated a year after him, cheering you on and catching the big bear hug you gave him as soon as you were able to. he was there kissing your tears away when your idiot of a boyfriend broke your heart into a million little pieces. he was there when you kissed him for the first time — you two were at a party, drunk and giggling in search of a bathroom to wash the drink stains off your clothes.

“here, i think this one is, oh—“

your mouth dropped open and your cheeks turned the prettiest pink as your eyes stayed locked onto the sight. vision a bit blurry from the alcohol, matt peeled his eyes from your face to peek into the bedroom that was definitely not a bathroom. the sure sound of skin slapping, high pitched moans, and cries of “oh fuck!” had the two of them entranced, watching as the girl rode cock like her life depended on it.

the couple didn’t even notice the door widening as you stumbled further in. peeling his eyes away from the way the girl’s tits bounced with the rhythm, he gripped your arm before you had the mind to strip down and join them. your eyes locked and he maneuvered you away from the door as gently as he could, shutting in with a soft click. it was a few seconds before you giggled, body shaking with the effort to keep from outright cackling. your eyes crinkled, your teeth shone and matt realized he was completely and utterly fucked because there was nothing he wanted to do more than kiss you right then. other than maybe bone you, but only because he just saw his first pair of boobs irl and he couldn’t control the way he got hard at the thought of it being you, pretty tits bouncing as your rode his dick.

he shivered away the thought and focused on bringing you away from the room and deeper into the hall. your skin was hot against his, but you followed him wordlessly, still trying to shake away the image of the pair. finally, matt opened a slim door, after knocking this time, and turned on the lights to reveal a cozy bathroom. you loosened a breath and turned to look at your best friend leaned against the door but your chest tightened for some reason, because the way he was looking at you, jaw tight and eyes hungrily staring at your cleavage that peeked out from the top of your tank had you feeling like the time you came to the thought of him.

you only considered the consequences a little, the alcohol clouding your mind, before you brought a delicate hand up to the neckline of your shirt, and pulled down, down, down. your eyes never left his face, studying the way he held his breath. the way his eyebrows scrunched together. the way his lips parted, tongue peeking out. the way his eyes followed your hand which moved the tank up and around the swell of your breasts, before finally hooking it under your tits. a painted finger trailed up the mound, teasingly circling the pink and perked nipple. your lip was caught in between your teeth, and you stared at your best friend under a line of thick lashes. the poor boy was nearly drooling. he was definitely not breathing now, and his fingers twitched by his side, as if he were struggling to hold himself back from reaching out and pressing his palms to them, rolling the bud in between his fingers as punishment for getting him so hard it hurt.

but it was you, who reached out and grabbed his fingers with your own and placed them over the goosebumped skin of your breast. it happened so quickly you didn’t even see his lips coming towards yours, pressing them so hard your teeth clashed. you both moaned into the kiss and well — matt can safely say that was the night he became addicted to the feeling of your lips between his, your tongue against his, your hands in his hair.

the absurdity of it was that that happened years ago. once or twice a year since then they make it a habit to get drunk enough that either will be willing to do it again, but not drunk enough to where they won’t remember it the next morning. but sometime around the time the boys started leaving more often and for a longer period of time did you get used to the seductive messages from matt, asking you to come over because he needed you pressed against him. it’s been months now that he’s found himself inside you multiple times a day, whether it be to fuck your brains out, or to keep his cock warm on the days he needed you a little more. whether his brothers knew was not his problem, what was his problem however, was the sinking feeling he got when he saw pictures of happy couples online. or when he saw a bouquet of purple flowers at the store he knew you would absolutely adore, but didn’t get because he knew you would get teased by nick and chris for weeks about it.

the absurdity of it was that you both knew the nights you spent together meant more than either cared to say out loud.

the absurdity of it was that matt didn’t even care that it broke his heart every time he fucked you because he would rather have that part of you than no part of you.

the absurdity of it was that you were both too scared to admit that you couldn’t really function properly when the other wasn’t around.

so you and matt will keep playing this game of yours. you will enjoy the parts that you get, and grieve the parts that you don’t, because anything is better than nothing, and the reality of that is fucking absurd.

[mattybsbitch]

HEYY I LOVE YOUR STORIES COULD YOU MAYBE DO ONE FOR CHRIS OR MATT WHERE HE MEETS A GIRL ON TOUR WHEN SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AND TELLS HER TO MEET HIM IN THE TOURBUS THEN YKK

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the versus tour takes place in your hometown! while doing autographs, you seem catch the matt sturniolo’s eye.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, choking if you squint, making out, oral (male and female receiving), dry humping (?), face fucking, spanking, p in v, overstimulation, dumbification, marking, some degradation/praising, hair pulling, squirting, cream pie, ROUGHH

ASSUME YOU’RE ON THE PILL!

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i added this to my welcome post but i’m going to say it here too. my requests are now CLOSED because i’ve been getting overwhelmed and i want to get them done LOL but my inbox is still open so feel free to chat with me :)

idk when i’ll open them again, but they will be eventually!

the moment you’ve been waiting for for months has finally arrived. you and your best friend hannah were lucky enough to get tickets to the sturniolo triplets tour in your hometown.

currently, the small talk line moves slowly but surely. your friend is decked out in purple for nick while you’re wearing blue for matt.

“we’re next!” hannah gushes, clapping her hands in excitement. she pushes you ahead of her. “i’m scared. you go first.”

you roll your eyes playfully. honestly, you’re not nervous to meet your favorites. you feel chill, which is the opposite of what you thought you’d be like.

matt greets you by hugging you tight and smiling. “how are you?” he asks, taking his card and signing it.

“i’m doing good.” you return his smile. “you liking the tour so far?”

he nods, eyeing you up and down. he feels something different about you. this doesn’t feel like any other small talk.

“i love it.”

the security man motions for you to go on ahead. of course, you listen and start to grab your items, but matt stops you. “do you have a boyfriend?”

see, if this were any other person you’d be weirded out by this question; but because it’s matthew sturniolo, you answer.

“nope.”

he licks his lips, taking the card that he signed and flipping it over to write something.

the scary security is getting angry and impatient with you, so you can only read what he wrote as you walk away. your eyeballs almost burst out of your skull.

i want to see you after the show.

now, you and hannah are standing in the red carpet line before the show actually starts.

you guys talk until it’s your turn, the both of you going since you want a group picture. first is chris, then nick, and lastly matt. he hugs you longer than the other two.

a chill runs down your spine when his voice tickles against your ear. “i’ll meet you outside later, right?”

he pulls away, getting ready to pose for the picture, but you nod for an answer.

“that was so much fun!” hannah screeches as you guys walk to the parking lot.

you agree, before stopping. “i need to go back and use the restroom. do you mind taking my stuff with you to my car?”

she grins, grabbing your stuff. “sure thing.”

you speed walk back to the venue, fewer and fewer people flooding the area as you wait.

a door opens moments later, sounding like the backstage door, and you turn to the source.

you blush, your cheeks heating up more and more the closer he gets with that damn smile on his face.

pinch me this can’t be real.

“hi,” he says lowly.

“hi,” you repeat back.

he looks at his watch. “they’re yapping away in there so we should have some time.”

you’re not sure what that means but again: since it’s matthew fucking sturniolo… you’ll listen without a doubt.

your heartbeat pumps rapidly in your chest when he sneaks you into the tour bus.

you kind of feel bad for leaving hannah behind… but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

the bus looks way bigger on the outside than the inside, and you’re still trying hard to wrap your head around that you’re with matthew. fucking. sturniolo.

he admires the way you take it all in with his hands shoved into his pockets. he’s sure you’re thinking about so many things right now, but the only thing he can think of is how badly he wants to fuck you.

thinking about a fan that way is insane, but he just finds you so much different than any other fan girl. you’re confident, kind, and gorgeous.

you finish observing the tour bus and smile wide at him. “it’s very cool in here.”

“yeah.” he chuckles. “the beds are a tight squeeze though.”

you giggle, and he steps closer. your mind runs a million miles a minute with each step he takes. “do you trust me?” he questions, now inches away from you.

you raise a brow suspiciously. “should i not?”

he smirks, shaking his head. “i’m just checking.” he places his hands on your hips gently, running them up and down.

leaning towards your ear, he whispers. “be good for me, yeah?”

your legs subconsciously squeeze together, and he cups your cheeks with his palms. he leans in slowly. he hesitates when his lips ghost yours to see if you’d protest, but because you don’t, he kisses you.

his tongue licks your lips to indicate that he wants you to open, but you don’t. you feel the coldness of his rings on the side of your neck before he squeezes. when you gasp at the sudden contact, that’s his sign for his tongue to enter your mouth. “you promised you’d be good.” he says between the kiss.

you smirk. “i didn’t promise anything.”

he snarls, leaning back in. the make-out goes on for at least thirty seconds before he pulls away, the lipstick you had on now smeared on both of your mouths.

your eyes have a mind of their own and look down, seeing his rock-hard erection as clear as day through his jeans. “get on your knees.”

your eyebrows shoot to your hairline at the sudden tone change, but you obey either way.

he wastes no time to unbuckle his belt to pull down his jeans, his dick springing out right in front of you. the tip is red and leaking pre-cum. you open your mouth wide without him having to tell you, and he smirks.

leaning in, he grabs your hair and stops you. “no.” he says.

instead, he slaps the head on your tongue before pushing in slowly. it’s like you can feel every vein enter your mouth, gagging in the process when he’s deep in your throat. “holy shit.” he breathes, seeing how much of him you took.

it’s not all of it, but it’s more than he thought. you give him puppy dog eyes through your lashes, despite them being glossy.

he starts to thrust into your mouth, jaw slack as he watches his dick run past your lips in one swift motion. the grip on your head stays tight, him hunching over slightly to get deeper.

you moan at the shape protruding in your throat, the gagging and sloppy wet noises making you turned on even more. “fuck i’ve been wanting to do this since you opened that pretty fucking mouth of yours.” he pants, moving at an ungodly speed that makes it hard for you to breath. “do you just let random guys use this mouth? sure seems that way.”

you moan again, lifting yourself off of the ground the tiniest bit so you can feel the top of his shoe on your swollen clit.

whimpering at the feeling, you start to grind yourself on it while he still fucks your mouth. your arms wrap around his leg, humping faster like a bitch in heat.

“that’s a little pathetic.” he laughs hoarsely, groaning when his dick twitches. “so, so needy for me.”

you let out a pained sob because along with your throat, the feeling of you grinding also hurts. it would be best if you had something way more than his shoe.

“s-shit.” he whimpers, pulling out to where only the tip is in your mouth, making sure you get all of his cum on your tastebuds. he smears the rest on your lips.

matt lifts you from the ground, bending you over the small table that they have. he grabs your ass before giving it a light spank.

it’s his turn to kneel now, simultaneously taking off your leggings. he bites your ass before sliding your panties over. you feel his breath against your aching core. “jesus christ.” he mumbles. “you’re dripping down your legs already. aren’t you just an eager thing?”

he spreads your folds with his thumbs, blowing cool air on them that makes you jolt. you’re too sensitive for that.

then, your phone starts to ring right next to you. it’s hannah.

shit.

you cannot not answer, because if you don’t she’ll think something is wrong. you swipe, putting the phone on speaker. “hell— oh.”

matt immediately digs into you, eating you out like he hasn’t eaten ever in his life.

“where the hell are you? i’ve been waiting by your car for like thirty minutes. using the bathroom shouldn’t take this long, y/n.”

the man below you squeezes your thighs, spreading yourself wider to practically be nose-deep inside of you. your eyes roll back hard, mouth hanging open with silent moans leaving it. “hello?”

“h-hannah i’m sorry i’ll— mm— be out s-soon. i’m sorry.”

“are you okay?” she questions.

with that, matt starts sucking at your bud, causing your legs to shake. you grip the table as hard as you can, your upper body giving out and laying flat on the surface in front of you.

“yes i’m fine!” you say, trying to reach for his head and push him away, but that only makes him grab onto you harder.

he’s fascinated by the way you taste it’s almost hypnotizing. your arousal drips down his chin, and the way he’s sucking has your orgasm wash over you without warning. “i’m cumming.” you whine, and you feel the smug smile on his face.

“oh, so you’re coming? thank god because it’s a little chilly out here,” hannah replies.

“fuck yes.” you moan but cover it by clearing your throat. “i mean, yes. i will be coming in a-a bit.”

she sighs through the phone. “okay.”

you quickly hang up without saying goodbye, holding on for dear life since your release knocked your legs out.

he holds you, getting up and wiping your cum off of his face. “you’re a bit of a bad girl, aren’t you?”

spank.

“leaving your friend out there all alone.”

spank.

“so that you can fuck me.”

spank.

“like a slut.”

spank.

you wince every time he hits you, the stinging tingling on your ass. he grabs your hips and arches you more.

he moves his tip up and down at your entrance teasingly, getting wetter by the second. “matt, please.” you whine, your pussy desperate for his cock. “please fuck me.”

he stops, waiting for a beat before pushing into you like it’s no big deal. he’s big for sure, but because of your wetness, he slides in perfectly. the both of you moan, and matt stares at where you conjoined. “your pussy’s fucking amazing.” he groans. “by far the best i’ve ever had.”

you start to bounce back on him since he’s taking his sweet ass time, but out of nowhere starts pounding into you.

whatever they have on the table starts to either fall or rattle from him railing into you. he takes your hands and pins them behind your back. “harder.” you wince out, and he whistles.

“you have no idea what you just asked for.” he says, doing the opposite and slowing down. “you won’t be able to speak, baby.”

baby. you moan at the nickname.

you’re way past the point of ‘omg i’m hanging out with matt sturniolo!’

you try bouncing your ass back again, but this time he smacks it and spreads your legs wider to plow into you deeper. “so impatient.” he sighs.

all you can do is scream and gasp for air with each thrust, hands balled up into fists.

your mind becomes blank once your eyes cross, your mouth hung open with your chin resting on the table. he hits just the right spot each time, squeezing around him.

“i— i—” you try to warn that you’re close, but your mind won’t let you.

he wasn’t kidding about the won’t be able to speak part.

“you can do it,” he says, knowing damn well you can’t.

your body becomes limp like a rag doll, matt having completely corrupted you.

he tuts fake pouting. “look who’s cock drunk. be a good girl and cum for me. you deserve it.”

blabbing a response, you squirt before cumming harder than before. usually, you’d be embarrassed, but you’re too far gone to care.

“that’s so hot.” he grunts, fucking you through your orgasm. “come on, baby. one more.”

“i can’t.” you sob, his hand letting go of yours before wrapping your hair not once but twice to lift your body to his.

“you can and you will,” he says, your third orgasm already building up in less than two minutes.

tears run down your face, eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. there’s no way the human body can have this much pleasure and be okay.

matt kisses your neck, sucking a big mark when he finds the sweet spot. “i know you’re close already.” he says, his cum starting to leak into you deep.

you can’t stop your body from spasming, letting out one last sob before you cum again.

he pulls out, laying down on top of you and rubbing around your body soothingly to calm you down from your heavy breathing.

he covers your full cunt with your underwear so his cum doesn’t ooze out. he kisses your clothed pussy, and you flinch from the sensitivity. “making sure it’s in there.” he smirks.

after a few minutes, he helps you sit on the table to put your undergarments back on. your eyes are half closed from the post-sex haze.

matt grabs you water and a bag of chips before giving you one last hug. you guys talk for a little before he makes sure the coast is clear for you to get out without being seen.

you’re limping like crazy back to your car, seeing hannah impatiently tap her foot while leaning against the door.

once she sees you, she comes storming over. “you’re so lucky you’re my best friend or i would kill you.” she threatens. “i’ve been standing here for an hour.”

“i’m sorry.” you rasp out.

she studies your face, and it looks like you quite literally saw god. “oh my god, are you sure you are alright? you look like you got jumped.”

“it’s the after-show feeling.” you lie. “i’m exhausted. let’s go.”

she doesn’t question anymore, not even the random snacks and water you have. you start the car and place the stuff matt gave you down until you see there’s a post-it note attached to the bag of sour cream and onion.

to my favorite fan,

xxx-xxx-xxxx

text me when you get the chance, gorgeous

- matt :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[mattybsbitch]

MATT THE MUNCH

CZ: Brownies & Bikinis

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Warnings: 18+, SMUT (fem!receiving). Read at your own risk.

Hello! Comfort Zone is a completed series that you can find here. However, this can be read as a stand-alone with this brief background.

A/N: To be added to the taglist, I will most likely see your request if you personally message me or if you ask in my inbox. Commenting on my pinned post also works, but I'm far less likely to see it and remember.

FOR CONTEXT: blue bikini

My skin was pulsing with anticipation. I had promised Matt to wear the blue bikini he hadn’t gotten to see me in. In order to prep myself, I had tanned on the rooftop of our place in LA with Nick a lot. Thankfully, I had gotten more comfortable in my own skin. 

The thought of wearing the skimpy two piece of the beaches of California didn’t feel nearly as daunting. The anxiety surrounding skin showing had been thrown far out.

These thoughts got replaced by a new one. 

Matt being unable to keep his eyes off of me. 

He had always been attentive. No matter what, my man was always watching out for me. This included holding my hand, making sure I didn’t drift off in stores. It also happened on a daily basis as he reminded me to eat and drink water. 

Other times…a certain look would catch his eye. It first happened when I bought a really cute mini skirt. Matt couldn’t keep his hands off me, not that I minded. The next time, it was when I was only wearing his shirt and underwear. Apparently, the sight of me sleepy and eating pancakes next to him in his clothes really turns him on. 

I loved when he got so needy. 

He constantly pulled me onto his lap, kneading at my exposed thighs. At times, he would even let his fingers wander up my skirt. When I would call him out, reminding him we were in public, he quickly made an escape plan to land us in our bed at home. 

I was flattered by his antics, but it didn't stop there. I had become obsessed. Addicting was the perfect term to describe how I felt watching him reach out, greedy for my skin. 

He had planned a date for us, a sweet gesture he refused to ever forget about. This time, it was a beach date. A brand new cooler had been set on the kitchen counter earlier as he packed it full of food for us, refusing to let me help. 

I could still hear him shuffling around in the kitchen outside of our room as I tugged on the thin blue straps of the swimsuit. My ears also detected the loud heartbeat thumping with excitement. I threw on a pair of jean shorts and a loose T-shirt, one from the boys merch line that was technically Matt's. Sliding on my birks, I take a deep breath, nodding with approval at my appearance. 

Makeup wasn’t a good option for the beach. I hadn’t put any on. Although I knew Matt found me pretty regardless, but I felt plain without it. The delicate strokes of black mascara defined my eyes in a way that made me feel more confident. The lack of mascara coating my lashes made me feel more naked than the skimpy swimsuit. 

I push open the door, walking out to see Matt leaning over the counter on his phone. The counter is barren of the cooler. “I put everything in the car. Are you ready to go? My god…you look gorgeous.” Matt mumbles. 

My spirit boosts at his compliment. With a little more excitement in my steps, I make my way over to him and kiss him lightly on the cheek. 

“Thanks, baby,” Matt leans a kiss onto my forehead, cupping my cheeks in between his hands before trailing his hand down my arms. As his hands latch onto mine, he lets one string a piece of my hair behind my ear. “--and yeah, I’m ready.” I say.

“Let’s go then, hm?” he suggests. 

He gives a slight nod as he starts walking down the stairs to the front door with my hand in his own. I nearly trip and stumble, clutching onto his shoulder. Matt’s body reacts quickly to the sudden motion, his hands both landing on my waist as I smile sheepishly at him. 

“Sweetheart…” he trails off knowingly, a light chuckle falling from his lips. 

I go to take another step, but my feet are lifted from the ground as he throws me over his shoulder. “Matt!” I whine out. He laughs harder, his hand on the backs of my thighs caressing the skin soothingly. 

“No, I’m not letting you fall down these stairs again.” he points out. 

I accept defeat, hanging my limbs lifelessly as he walks us down the stairs. Walking out the door, he sets me down in the passenger seat of the car. He plants a kiss onto the top of my head, ruffling my hair as I huff and cross my arms. 

“Thank you.” I mutter. 

Matt laughs at my acknowledgment, shutting the door softly as he walks around to the driver’s side of the car. As I sit further into the seat, my eyes bulge from my head. 

“It’s about fifteen minutes for the car ri--what’s wrong?” he asks, noticing my widened eyes. 

The wet, sticky sensation makes me huff out a sigh. “Did Chris happen to spill something? My fucking ass is sticky.” I mutter. 

I hear Matt mutter a curse word under his breath, his hand slamming onto the steering wheel with annoyance. He sucks in a deep breath. I feel his hand caress the side of my arm as I let my head drop onto the headrest of the seat. 

“--’m sorry. I’ll wait in here if you wanna go change. I think I–” 

I hold up a hand, placing it on top of his. “Honestly, I think I might just sit on my shorts and just wear the T-shirt. Everything else I tried to wear just didn’t feel right, ya know?” Matt nods, understanding as I open up my car door. I quickly slide the shorts off, placing them back on top of the seat and carefully relaxing back into the seat. 

A moment of silence passes before I look over to Matt, his eyes entranced on my bare thighs. I smile, bringing a hand up and rubbing his shoulder. 

“Let’s go, baby.” I say. 

Matt’s hand on the wheel moves slowly until he clasps his fingers around my thigh. Letting out a shaky breath, he twists the stings of the bikini. 

“Is this the blue one I haven’t seen yet?” he asks. I hum in response, earning a heavy sigh from him as he grasps at the skin harder. 

I tap on Matt’s hand, picking it up and placing it back on the steering wheel. “You need your hands to reverse, Matt.” I point out. 

Laughs leave through my lips as he shakes his head vigorously. 

“Can we…can we go back inside for a minute? I just…I need to touch you…please.” he breathes out, placing his hand back on my thigh. 

I give him a knowing look with squinted eyes. “Matt…” 

He leans back in his chair, shutting his eyes tightly closed as he sucks in a harsh breath. “You’re…you’re right. We won’t be making it to the beach if we go back inside now, but…god, you’re beautiful.” he says. 

I sway my thumb over the back of his hand. “Thank you, now let’s go, yeah?” I press. 

He nods, pulling his hand off my leg hesitantly. As the car reverses quickly, I nearly laugh at the determined look on his face. Matt shifts the car back into drive, placing his hand widely clasped around my thigh. 

_

Beautiful.

Matt looked beautiful. The sunset was beautiful. Everything was just…perfect. 

The cooler had been stacked full of snacks, nearly empty as we picked through a bag of strawberries. 

“Open up, baby.” Matt says.

I let him feed me the last strawberry, embracing the cool summer air. The sand sinks beneath me and the blanket, curating a crater that leaves me leaning further into Matt’s side. His hand had yet to leave my skin. It typically had been gravitating down to my exposed thigh, often trailing up my arm as a means to pull me closer to him. 

I loved it. 

He made me feel beautiful. The reoccurring thought of not having makeup on hadn't passed through my mind since we arrived.

His wandering touches were needy, his fingers clasping and massaging into my skin. Matt’s eyes stayed trained on me, analyzing the possible outline of my swimsuit from beneath his T-shirt that I was wearing. Well, our T-shirt based on how much I wore it at this point. 

“I…do you wanna get in the water?” he suggests. 

I nod, swallowing back a smile as he shifts away from me. He pulls over his own T-shirt, leaving him in just his swim shorts. I lick over my lips, excitedly standing next to him as I peel the shirt off my body. 

Matt slowly lets his eyes wander over me. His hands think before he does based on his glazed-over expression. I feel his warm touch enclose around my waist, pulling me inches away from him. 

“Fuck, you…you look so gorgeous.” he stammers out. 

I laugh, pushing my palms against his chest. I start walking towards the water, his arm swirling around my waist tightly, binding the movement of my steps. 

“Matt, I can’t exactly walk like this.” I point out. 

Our steps slow, his face burying itself in my neck as his hands graze up and down my sides. His warm breath contradicts the cool summer air. I feel the shivers cover my skin in goosebumps as he lets his fingertips gently caress into my flesh. 

“...don’t care. Just, just need to touch you, sweetheart. God,” he sighs, letting his head fall on my shoulder. 

The feeling of his lips kissing the side of my neck sends a burning sensation between my legs. The greed of his hands lending my gut a swirl of pure bliss that makes me feel lighter. 

“Matt…we’re in public.” I point out. 

Matt’s kisses don’t slow or decrease with passion, instead, I feel his teeth prod with his lips. A gasp shutters out of me. His lips curl into a smile against my neck. 

“Let’s go home, baby. I wanna make you feel good.” he says in a soft voice while grazing my hair behind my shoulder. 

His lips get back to work, adorning the sides of my neck with a growing urgency as his hands grasp around my waist tighter and tighter. I let my eyes flicker open, pushing him back by his shoulders gently. 

“Take me home, Matt.” I whisper out. 

_

The drive home was torture. Matt's hand kept slipping further and further up my thigh. The fifteen minute drive had somehow been shortened to a ten minute drive. There was no time to bring the cooler and picnic blanket inside. Matt had literally grabbed me out of the car, slinging me over his shoulder as I giggled with excitement. 

Our lips proceeded to move against each other as he hovered over me on our bed. The muscle on my face growing tired as the pressure between my legs seems to increase drastically. Matt trails the kisses down the side of my neck, my pulse aching loudly in my ears as heat swarms every part of my body. 

“I…can I please taste you, sweetheart? I–fuck,” he manuavers himself to settle between my thighs. He holds the flimsy blue fabric tie of the bikini, looking up at me. “--I need it, baby. Can I?” 

I reach down, placing my hand over Matt’s as I tug the tie to unknot and fall from my body. Matt eagerly kisses over my hip, his other hand undoing the tie on the other side. My chest heaves in anticipation, my legs clenching around his shoulders to find some sort of release. 

The blue bikini fabric flashes in the corner of my eye as I hear it hit the floor. Matt wastes no time, slinging my legs over his shoulders as his lips trail their way up my thigh. My gut vibrates with anticipation as I rock my hips further towards his face. 

“Is this still okay, sweetheart?” Matt asks. 

I nod my head furiously, whispering out an affirmation of acknowledgement in a desperate tone. In an instant, his tongue darts over the place I needed him most. A noise falls from my lips at the satisfaction, his smooth, slow movements increasing intensity with each passing second. 

His tongue darts around my bud of nerves harmonically with my hips moving in the bed. The pure pleasure oozes from every corner of my mind, focusing only on the bliss of his mouth against me. 

“--mmmm, so good, so good–” The vibration from his voice sends me closer to the edge, my legs closing around him. He keeps moaning against me, his lips sealing around my clit as he sucks harshly. Darting his tongue onto the bud, I let my hands grip his hair tightly. 

“I…oh my god, I…” 

I’m unable to find the words through the heaven of his touch. He hums against me, his hands clasping around my legs and prying them down to keep me in place. 

“--come on, sweetheart. You got it, come on…” he dives back into my folds, the rhythm of his mouth resumed. 

My jaw falls open silently. The muscles in my stomach clench more and more, earning louder noises falling from my lips as Matt drinks in every ounce of my pleasure with sighs of contentment. 

“Tastes so fucking good…so fucking good.” 

The obnoxious slurps increase in volume, his grip getting tighter as body convulses. I look down, seeing his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed. He hungrily devours me. The focus imprinted on his face keeps my attention towards the feeling in my gut, a euphoria that leads my head throwing back into the pillow roughly as a broken moan leaves my mouth. 

Riding out the orgasm, my hips slowly roll to a stop. Matt pulls his head up, leaving gentle kisses on my thighs as he spreads my legs wider. His eyes stay trained on the sight in front of him, hesitantly moving his gaze up to mine with a look of desire and need. 

“I…can I just clean you up? Please?” he asks. 

The desperation laced in his voice leaves my dizzy head nodding lazily. “Go ahead, baby.” I whisper between heavy breaths. 

Not wasting a second, Matt immediately lets his tongue wander over my pulsing folds. He leads the pink muscle along me with a softer touch. The tender care of his actions still leaves me nearly crying at the sensitivity, pulling at his hair as he starts to pull away reluctantly. 

His swollen lips press softly along my thighs as he crawls up and lays himself on the bed next to me. As he plops down, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest. 

Slowly, my breath evens out. Matt gets up, rummaging through our dresser and coming over with clean underwear and a T-shirt. He dresses me, massaging my limbs before pressing a swift kiss to my lips. I taste the lingering remnants of myself on his lips as he caresses my face in his hands. 

“I kinda want brownies.” I announce. 

At the random statement, Matt laughs with a head shake of disbelief. 

“Okay, sweetheart. We can go make brownies. Anything else you want?” he asks as he pulls me up by the hand, walking us into the barren kitchen. 

“No, I just really need to taste some chocolate right now.” I say. 

Matt turns around. My steps don’t react quick enough, landing us chest-to-chest. “I really need to taste you.” he says. 

I smile, patting his chest with a light laugh falling from my lips. “You can after brownies.” I say. 

Matt’s eyes go wide, his grasp getting tighter on my hand as I try to walk around him. 

“Wait,” I drift my gaze up to him, ripping open the cardboard brownie mix box. His eyes are wide, full of hope. “Really? You mean it?” he asks. 

I hum with a curt nod of my head. He walks over, hugging me from behind. His face slithers in the crook of my neck, his hands sliding down my hips bones and dangerously closer and closer to the hem of my underwear through the shirt. 

“Matt,” I announce. 

“Hm?” he asks. 

I turn my head, making eye contact with him as he stares at me innocently. I hold my gaze to him, giving a knowing look. He accepts defeat, letting out a huff. 

“Fine.” The disappointment is clear in his voice as he grabs the brownie mix bag from my hands, hurriedly dumping it into the mixing bowl. “--after fucking brownies.”

_

After Matt pushes the glass pan in the preheated oven, he closes the appliance door with a smirk. I tilt my head, watching a thought bubble over his mind with a sly pride found in his features. 

“You know,” he stalks closer to me. I feel the counter hit my back as his hands land on either side of me, caging me. “--they have to bake for like thirty minutes.” 

I giggle, pulling him in for a kiss as he picks me up from under my thighs. A squeal leaves my lips as he speed walks us to his room, kicking the door closed before tossing me down on the bed. 

“You,” he slithers his hand up between my legs, grasping the hem of my underwear as he plants his wet lips over my thigh. “--you taste a lot better than fuckin' brownies.” 

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[mattybsbitch]

please baby | c. s. |

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: chris and y/n have always had what felt like a perfect relationship. that is, until a few weeks ago. chris had been treating y/n poorly, and after one especially hurtful conversation, she is forced to make a difficult decision. when chris comes to the realization that he is about to lose it all, will he swallow his pride and do what he needs to win her back?

warnings: established relationship; smut; angst; fighting; (relatively) toxic chris; crying; unprotected sex; fluff; 18+

notes: based on this request by 🎀. i've never rlly written an angsty fic before, so let me know what u all think! also wrote this super quick so i don't think it's my best work, but still i hope u enjoy <333

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Through tears, I stared blankly at my phone. My eyes had been glued to my lit up screen for the past two minutes — unmoving, and unable to register what I was reading. Even with blurry vision, Chris’ last message to me was seared into my memory.

Chris: Ffs Y/n, just shut up. I said I’ll get there when i get there jesus.

Just as my brimmed tears finally spilled over, so did the water I was boiling on the stove. The immediate steam and sizzling noises pulled me from my phone, and frustrated for more than one reason, I raced over to the stove and shoved the pot off of the element; leaving the boiling pasta noodles to sit in the water. Just looking at my failed attempt at dinner brought on a new level of pain, as it was a reminder of what I hoped that the night could be.

Chris, my boyfriend of almost one year, was supposed to be coming over tonight. I had been super excited, because both of our schedules had been especially busy lately and we hadn’t been able to spend much time together over the past three weeks, plus I had some good news to share with him about my work. I had wanted to make the night special, so I had decided to cook one of Chris’ favourite meals — chicken alfredo — to surprise him with once he arrived.

He was currently stuck at the warehouse for a merch meeting with Nick, Matt, and his manager, and he had told me that he would come over and spend the night once he was done there. That was a few hours ago, and I had been patiently waiting for an update from him until about thirty minutes ago, when I sent him a simple message asking if he had any idea when he would be done at the warehouse. Little did I know, that singular message would cause a massive storm to erupt.

Y/n: hey babe! just wondering if you have an idea on when you can come over?

Chris: Not rlly sure

Y/n: okay…rough estimate maybe?

Y/n: just have some things i need to get done before u get here hehe

Chris: I’ll get there when I get there.

Y/n: uh..is something wrong?

Chris: No why

Y/n: ur being kinda mean???

Chris: No I’m not

Y/n: ok

Chris: My god Y/n I don’t have time for this rn

Y/n: i just said ok

Y/n: you go ahead and go back to your meeting

Y/n: i was just asking for an update, that’s all.

Y/n: didn’t realize that was such a horrible thing.

Chris: Ffs Y/n, just shut up. I said I’ll get there when i get there jesus.

Even though I hate to admit it, this wasn’t the first time that Chris had been an absolute asshole to me lately. Just last week, he had started a fight that ended with him hanging up the phone on me; only to call back a little while later to apologize. And then a few days before that, he had put zero effort into making time for me when I had tried to make plans for us to go to the movies. And during all of this, he has been incredibly dry over messages. It had been bothering me for a while now, because to me it was clear that he was losing interest. I knew that our relationship would be far from perfect going in to it, considering Chris had never been in a real relationship before me, but deep down I hoped that it would always be as perfect as it was at the beginning. Unfortunately for my hopes and dreams, his actions — or lack thereof — were shattering.

I wasn’t some oblivious girlfriend either; it was clear to me that Chris was going through something. I knew that for a fact, but every time I tried to get him to open up to me about it all, he shut me down with lame excuses: “Oh, I’m just tired,” or, “I’ve just been stressed lately”. I figured that he just needed time, and that eventually he would come to me and explain exactly what had been going on so that I could help him through it.

But now, after his hurtful words to me tonight, I was seriously considering my other options. I had been in far too many toxic relationships in the past, and had learned that I deserve more than what I had been accepting. I wouldn’t let myself be Chris’ punching bag anymore, and I knew right then and there that I had an incredibly painful task to do.

Allowing myself to be overtaken by my build up of tears, I slowly walked into my bedroom; turning off the lights and covering myself with my comforter. My shoulders heaved as I let the tears stream down my face; my brain accepting what I needed to do but my body rejecting it in every way possible. Through the tears, I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Chris — telling him that I was tired and that he might as well not come at all tonight, but we should talk tomorrow — before curling into a ball and wallowing in my own sorrows.

I stayed in the exact same position for what felt like ages; allowing myself to get all of the emotions out now so that when I had to do what I had to do tomorrow I could do so without breaking down so hard. Eventually, my tears slowed and I felt my burning eyes begin to grow heavy. Sleep was beginning to overtake me, and as I gave into my exhaustion my mind filled with scenes of the nightmare that I was going to have to face tomorrow.

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I was startled out of my sleep by the sound of keys jangling from the direction of my front door. Disoriented, it took me a moment to be overtaken by the feeling of dread that came from hearing that noise. The only person who had a key to my apartment was Chris. Before, hearing his keys at my door filled my stomach with undeniable excitement — now, my stomach did anxious flips knowing what had to be done.

As I heard the door open and close, I rolled over so that I was facing away from my bedroom door and glued my eyes shut; pretending to still be asleep. I heard his soft footsteps on the other side of the door as he wandered through my dark apartment, before a hushed “shit!” broke the silence. After a few moments, I listened as his footsteps grew closer and closer to my bedroom door, and as I heard it slowly creak open, I braced for impact.

The room stayed silent, though I couldn’t really say that for sure since I couldn’t hear anything above the sound of my own racing heart in my ears. I did my best to stay completely still, though it felt like every part of my body was vibrating; waiting for his next move. Suddenly, I felt a shift in my mattress as his body leaned against it, and physically jumped at the feeling of his hand on my shoulder; shaking it gently.

“Y/n, wake up.” He spoke in a faux whisper, and, even though I had been pretending, I felt my body grow hot in anger that he would have the audacity to wake me from my sleep after showing up to my apartment uninvited. However, my body still not understanding that it wouldn’t belong to him much longer, I shot up from my place on the bed and searched for his eyes. The room was pitch black, but I could sense exactly where he was in front of me.

Rubbing my eyes, I searched the bed for my phone, checking the time to find that it was already nearly 2 a.m. I felt the mattress shift once again and watched his faint outline as he sat on his side of my bed. “Y/n, you left the stove on.” He was still whispering, and his sentence ended in a slight chuckle; clearly oblivious to the decision that I had made on my own just hours before.

Too heartbroken to really care about the stove, I shrugged my shoulders. “Whoops.” Was all I said to the silent room. “What happened? You fall asleep in the middle of making dinner or something?” His voice was still light-hearted, and was far from a tone that matched his previous texts to me. It made it so difficult for me to remember what I had to do.

“Turn the lamp on please.” I said simply, using every ounce of strength in my body to keep my tone monotonous. Chris stayed still for a moment, clearly thrown off by my behaviour. “Uh, okay.” He finally said as he leaned toward the bedside table closest to him and switched on the warm-toned light. After allowing my eyes time to adjust to the sudden brightness, they immediately fell on him.

Oh, my Chris.

His beautiful blue eyes were so kind and bright, his long hair was wet and messily draped across his forehead, and his matching oversized sweat set made me want nothing more than to curl into him and breathe him in. He stared at me blankly for a moment, clearly beginning to register that I was upset, before finally speaking. “I’m really sorry about earlier, baby. I had been in the meeting for hours and was getting really stressed out.” I felt the lump in my throat begin to grow. Some variation of that exact sentence had been the same excuse he had given me each and every time he had hurt me over the past few weeks, and it had lost its sincerity long ago. So, instead of giving into his cheap apology, I sat up in my bed and faced him; taking a deep breath before speaking.

“I have to tell you something. And I need you to let me say this without interrupting, or else I’m scared I won’t be able to go through with it. I’ve had to say this for a while now, and now that we are where we are I know it has to be done. So please, let me say it, okay?” His light eyes were focused intensely on me, he was clearly trying to figure out where this conversation was going. But finally, he swallowed before tentatively nodding his head. “O-okay.”

I closed my eyes, feeling my lower lip quiver as I tried to find my footing on this conversation. After taking a shaky breath, I finally found my voice. “I can’t do this anymore, Chris.” Immediately, my attempt at getting all my tears out of the way earlier proved to be a failure; because as soon as the heavy words left my mouth I broke down into sobs.

Over my crying, I heard Chris’ disbelieving voice. “What do you mean you’re done with this? With what? Me?” His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, clearly being hit with the same emotions that I was. I stayed silent — my eyes screwed shut as I wrapped my arms around my torso; doing my best to comfort myself. “Y/n, please tell me what you’re talking about.” He pleaded, and I felt him scoot closer to me on the bed; placing a hesitant hand on my knee.

After catching my breath, I wiped my tears away and opened my eyes to find his frantically searching my face like an uncertain creature. “I know you’re going through something right now,” My voice was coming out nearly silent, but I continued, “And I tried so hard to be there for you, I really did Chris. But you won’t talk to me! Instead, you’ve been taking out all of your frustrations on me and treating me like absolute shit. Do you really think that’s okay?” I fought the lump in my throat as I got my words out, his shattered face no help in that department. Frantically, Chris shook his head. “No. No, it’s not okay, baby, and I’m really sorry. But please, please don’t do this.” His tone tugged at my heart strings as his desperation grew more and more transparent.

Shaking my head and closing my eyes, I shut him down. “Can you tell me why you’ve been acting the way you have?” I knew my question was pointless before I even asked it, but his silence confirmed it. Releasing an ironic chuckle, I continued. “I promised myself that I would never let another man treat me badly. I’ve put up with it far too many times, and no matter how much I love you, Chris, I can’t allow you to speak to me the way you have been lately.”

I opened my eyes and felt my heart sink at his ghostly expression, clearly on the verge of losing his shit. I brought a hand up to his cheek and stroked it for a moment, and as I did he closed his eyes and let a few tears fall. “I want you to get better, I really do. But I clearly can’t help you, so you need to do it on your own.” My own words felt like a stab in the chest, and I couldn’t help the tears as they streamed down my face. “Come to me when you’ve worked through your shit, and we can see if we can repair things. But for now, I need you to leave.”

At that, Chris’ eyes shot open in a panic and he immediately grabbed onto my leg. “No, Y/n, please. Don’t do this.” I turned my head away from him as his desperation became too much to bear. His hands traveled across my body in anguish, clearly losing all control of his emotions as the reality of our situation began to set in for him. His body slid off of the bed as he dissolved into tears against my comforter. Still having the instinct to comfort him, I scooted towards the edge of the bed, where I let my legs stretch out beside him as I ran my hands through his beautiful curls.

“Please, please baby, I swear to god I can’t do this shit without you.” He wretchedly pleaded with me, clutching my leg and trailing distressed kisses along it. I looked up at the sky, too pained by the scene that was playing out in front of me. “Chris, please, I need you to go.” I begged him, needing to put him out of his misery so that I could hurt in private. He maintained his grasp on my leg, sobbing inconsolably against it. I gave him a moment, in which he slowly began to regain control of his emotions. I watched as his sobbing grew quieter and his breathing slowed, before finally watching as he pulled himself up to his feet; the weight of our conversation evident in the way he held himself weakly.

He glanced down at me quickly, his blue eyes red and puffy, before turning away in what looked like shame. In utter silence, he turned and began walking slowly in the direction of my bedroom door. With his hand on the door knob, he paused for a moment. “I’m sorry.” His words were so quiet I could have easily missed them, but the sincerity cut through my heart like a knife. That sincerity hadn’t been present in any of the other apologies he gave me, and I was gutted that it appeared too late.

And then just like that, he was gone. I felt all the air leave my chest at the realization of what I had just done, and let my body fall back against my bed as tears once again poured down my cheeks. I couldn’t help but immediately question whether or not I had done the right thing. Was I a horrible person for abandoning the man I loved when he was so clearly dealing with something? Did I allow my fears of repeating my past distort my current reality? Were the things he said to me really that bad?

I was pulled out of my tormenting thoughts by a soft voice coming from my doorway.

“My meeting today wasn’t about merch.”

That was all that he said. That was all it took for my heart to begin to beat for him again. One small hint of vulnerability. Feeling humiliated internally, I sat up on my elbows and found him hovering in the doorway. “Talk to me about it Chris.” I sounded exacerbated even to my own ears, feeling frustrated from all of the overwhelming emotions that the evening held. Tentatively, he walked over to the bed and sat beside me on the edge, arms resting on his knees. After clearing his throat, he began to explain. “The meeting today wasn’t about merch, it wasn’t really about anything to be honest.” Confused, I waited in silence for him to continue.

“A few weeks ago, Laura brought up the idea of going on another tour. A European tour.” He paused for a moment. “Nick and Matt immediately agreed and wanted to start planning everything so that we could do it this summer, but I said I didn’t want to do it.” I watched the back of his head, slightly shocked by his words since I knew that he had enjoyed the previous tours so much. “We would be overseas for a month, and I didn’t want to be so far away from you for that long. So I told them I didn’t wanna do it.” He took a deep breath. “Now, Matt and Nick are super pissed at me. They’ve both been giving me the silent treatment for weeks outside of the few times when they’ve just tore me a new one. And sure, we’ve all fought before, but never this bad. It’s been going on for so long, and I feel like I’ve lost sight of everything without having them be there for me.” His voice grew thick with emotion, and I fought the urge to cry along with him.

“Things have gotten so bad between us, that Laura forced us all to come in tonight to basically have a supervised argument. We sat there for hours, Y/n, just screaming at each other. And we got nowhere. I stood firm in what I wanted and so did they, so that’s why it went on for so long. And that’s also why I have been treating you like a complete dick lately. Because even though you had no clue what was going on, I think a part of me was kinda blaming you for all this shit. And I know that wasn’t fair, I really do. I just didn’t know how to tell you all of this because I’ve never been in a situation like this before.”

He turned to look at me, grabbing at my hand that was lying dormant in the space between us. “And I’m so, so sorry that I treated you the way I did. You didn’t deserve it. At all. But please baby, please don’t leave me. Because if you do, I will be completely lost. You are my anchor, and I need you to be there for me.” Tears rolled down my face as his voice cracked in desperation. “And I swear, baby, I won’t treat you like shit ever again. If you can’t believe me, and if you’re really truly done, I’ll understand. But please, Y/n, if there’s any part of you that believes me, please don’t leave.” He dropped his head into my lap, wrapping his arm around my waist and gripping onto my oversized t-shirt. Out of instinct, I brought my hand to his face and began stroking it softly; wiping away his tears as I did.

We stayed that way for a long time, both of us sniffling, heaving messes. I couldn’t lie, his honesty truly impacted me. I knew that he had to have gone against every single one of his instincts to finally tell me what had been going on in his life, and the fact that he did meant so much to me. I knew that Chris was extremely reliant on his brothers being a constant in his life, and couldn’t even imagine how lost he must feel knowing that they’re against him. His problem was much more severe than I thought it would have been prior to him opening up, and I felt an overwhelming amount of empathy for him. I knew that his poor treatment of me — as wrong as it was — had been completely out of character, and as I sat there stroking his soft cheek, I decided that I would believe him.

“Come up here.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Immediately, Chris lifted his head off of my thighs and sat up, his face inches from mine. Without a moment of hesitation, I leaned forward and engulfed his lips with my own. He immediately reciprocated, and both of our tongues worked in unison to lap up the salty taste of each other’s tears. Chris leaned forward, encouraging me to fall back against my pillows as he continued his passionate assault on my lips. His mouth travelled down my neck, where I shuddered as I felt him place sucks and nibbles sure to leave a trail of purple bruises. His body was warm on top of mine, and I had never before felt so present with him; so aware of his every movement.

He moved down my body, stopping briefly at my chest to remove my shirt, before continuing down below my waist. With his tongue, he created a path from just below my belly button to my right hip bone, where he left another purple bruise; causing my skin to break out in goose bumps. Lifting my hips, he wasted no time in pulling my boy shorts off of my body and leaving me completely bare. He continued to leave gentle kisses along each square inch of my body surrounding my core, but making sure to leave the place where I needed his mouth the most completely untouched.

I began to grow impatient, my body temperature increasing as my body filled with arousal. As he placed a kiss on my inner thigh, I bucked my hips up in frustration; practically begging for contact. Noticing my agitation, Chris almost immediately obliged, and I gasped out in pleasure as his tongue began working its magic against my clit. With each hand holding up my thighs, Chris swirled his tongue relentlessly against my bundle of nerves. I struggled to keep my body still as his movements continued, and failed miserably once he inserted two of his fingers into my core. “Fuck Chris, t-that’s so good.” I moaned out as his tongue and fingers worked my cunt in harmony. The wet sounds of my arousal grew louder and louder as I began to approach my orgasm, and in reflex my hands tangled in his hair; doing everything I could to keep him exactly where I needed him.

“Gonna cum, baby.” I cried out, and his encouraging hum against my clit was enough to get me there. My back arched off of the bed as my body began to convulse. To keep me in place, Chris took his free hand and placed it firmly on my lower stomach; causing me to scream out in pleasure. His mouth and fingers continued to push me through my orgasm, and didn’t stop even after my nerves became over sensitive. “C-Chris please. Can’t take anymore.” I struggled to get out the words, but he listened. Detaching his mouth from my core, he dragged his body back up my own and came face to face with me.

With the glean of my arousal still on his lips, he kissed me so deep I felt my lungs inflate. I could taste myself on his tongue, and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head from the intensity of the moment. I broke the kiss for only a moment to pull his hoodie over his head; relishing in the feeling of his bare chest against my own. Through his sweatpants, I could feel his bulging member press against my pelvis, and I reached in between our bodies and pulled his waistband down along with his boxers. Now completely free, his cock dribbled pre-cum down my stomach. With my hand still between us, I collected what was left of his fluid along his slit before slowly stroking my hand up and down his swollen shaft.

His breath hitched as I continued my movements, and he thoughtlessly bucked his hips into my hand to increase the friction along his trembling member. My hand twisted around his dick for a few more pumps, before I slowly guided it down toward my entrance. Once Chris felt the heat of my core at the tip of his cock, he looked down at me with darkened eyes — still slightly puffy from his previous tears — and dropped his jaw as he began to slide into me.

I gasped at the feeling of my walls stretching around his sizeable girth, and released a breathy moan as he bottomed out. Laying on top of me, he grabbed both sides of my face in between his hands and held it firmly as he began thrusting into me. His eyes never left mine as his hips rolled into me, and I watched in ecstasy at the pleasure visible on his face — as I’m sure he was doing to me. Our bodies smacked together in a steady rhythm and the wet sounds filled the room, adding an additional sensation to my arousal.

“I-I’m so sorry, baby.” Grunted Chris through deep thrusts. “It’s — oh fuck — it’s okay Chris.” I replied as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Just please — please tell me you’re mine.” His voice sounded desperate and choppy, most likely caused by a combination of arousal and real distress. His choice of words and the tone at which he said them caused my stomach to do a flip, and I felt my second orgasm approach. Fighting the urge to give into the overwhelming feeling, I reached up and swiped his glistening lip with my thumb. “I’m yours baby, always.” I managed to respond through my cries of pleasure. Chris smiled down at me lazily before burying his face in my neck; leaving sloppy, breathy kisses along its thin skin.

My walls began to pulse and my skin started to feel like it was being lit on fire; both clear signs that I was extremely overstimulated as I was approaching my orgasm. “Shit, gonna cum again.” I blurted out just as I was hit with a tsunami of an orgasm. My legs tightened around his waist and my nails dug into his arms as I fought to keep my head above water, but my mind grew fuzzy as I spewed guttural profanities into the room as I came in waves.

It didn’t take long for Chris’ orgasm to follow, and that was made clear by his throaty grunts and sloppy pace before he stopped entirely; shouting breathless 'I love yous' into my neck as his cock shot its warm fluid deep inside of me. He eventually pulled out, before curling two fingers into me and shoving all of our conjoined juices up to my cervix. His eyes stayed glued to my cunt as he did so, seemingly in awe of the view.

“You’re all mine, and I’m all yours.” He said it so quiet that he might have just been saying it to himself, before he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the crest of my heat; earning a full-body flinch from me.

He came back up to the top of the bed where he laid down beside me, pulling me towards his chest and running a hand up and down my naked back. I felt so secure in his arms — his familiar smell filling my nostrils and calming my mind — that I nearly forgot everything that had happened prior to the past 15 minutes or so. That is, until he spoke.

“So, are we okay?” His voice was tentative, and he was very clearly afraid to hear my answer. I uncurled myself from his body so that I could look up at his lovely face, his desperate eyes scanning my poker face for any sort of hint.

“You will never, ever, speak to me like that again, no matter what.” I kept my voice firm, even when his face immediately relaxed into a grin. “I swear, I won’t baby.” He responded, trying to tuck me back into his chest, but I pushed back slightly. “And, I need you to talk to me about shit you’re going through, Chris. I’m your girlfriend. That’s my job. You need to promise me, you will come to me about anything, and I will do everything I can to help you through it.” He continued to gaze at me, though his wavering eyes and his chewing on his lower lip made it clear that the idea made him anxious. “Promise me, Chris.” I repeated, making it clear how serious I was.

Finally, Chris nodded his head. “I promise, baby. I’ll tell you everything.” I smiled, then, finally feeling secure in our relationship for the first time in weeks. “Then yes, we’re okay.” I responded before planting a soft kiss to his pink lips. “And you and your brothers are going to be okay, too.” His worried expression deepened at the reminder of his conflict with Nick and Matt. “We’ll talk about it more tomorrow once we get some rest, but we can make the tour work. You know, I’ve always wanted to visit Europe.” I watched as his lips began to turn up into a soft smile. “Plus,” I leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “I wouldn’t mind being your groupie.”

He dissolved into giggles at that. “But what about your job?” He asked tentatively. I shrugged. “I actually got promoted today. I was gonna tell you earlier, but y’know.” His face fell momentarily. “I got a raise, but more importantly I got more benefits. Including thirty vacation days.” His face lit up once again, and it was almost like I could see the weight lift off of his shoulders before he attacked my face with kisses. “So let’s have another meeting with Laura and your brothers tomorrow and work this all out. I can come, and we can fix this easily together.” Tears welled in his eyes, and he nodded his head before kissing me hard. “I love you, Y/n.”

I curled myself back into his chest and sighed, taking in the feeling of him mindlessly drawing random shapes on my back. This was the Chris that I knew and loved, and I knew that this is who he really was. He wasn’t perfect, but I never expected him to be. Problems come with every relationship, and of course there was never any guarantee, but I had a feeling that this night would vastly change our relationship for the better.

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[mattybsbitch]

a lesson learned - matt sturniolo

pairing - dom!bestfriend!matt x sub!bratty!reader

warnings - use of y/n, implied aftercare, slight fluff at the end, SMUT, rough sex, doggy style, cowgirl, missionary, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, begging, bratty reader, angst?, sir kink, spanking (ass and tits), fingering, punishment, nicknames (baby, baby girl, doll, sweetheart, good girl, my girl, whore), dirty talk, oral (m receiving), kissing/makeout, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, cream pie

summary - in which reader gets an attitude 4 different times that day, 1 time matt does something about it.

a/n - i don’t know if i love this or hate it, but i hope all of you love it 🩷

10:23 AM

“hey” matt says as he walks around the couch to sit down next to you

you heard him but didn’t reply, you simply left your eyes on the tv “you okay kid?”

“oh my god, i’m fucking fine i just don’t want to talk!”

matt decided to not respond leaving you alone

he steals glances at you making sure you’re actually okay and not lying to him

“the fuck are you looking at” you had noticed his glances as soon as they started, you tried to not say anything but you couldn’t anymore

“sorry” he mumbles

1:56 PM

“i’m going to the store, do you need me to grab anything there for you?” he asks while walking into your bedroom

same thing as earlier, you didn’t respond

“y/nnn hello” you look up at him through your eyelashes giving “what.”

“i asked you if you needed anything from the store while i’m there” you roll your eyes as he repeats his question “and i didn’t answer you. that means no.”

“okay, my bad”

6:34 PM

“FUCK OFF” you yell from behind the door

matt had knocked on your door to ask you if you wanted to come with him, nick, chris, and a few friends to dinner

instead of listening to you he asks his question from the other side of the door

you open your door looking at him saying “i said fuck. off.” before shutting the door right in his face

matt rolls his eyes getting sick of your attitude

11:36 PM

you’re curled up in a ball on the triplets couch

nick went to sleep around an hour ago, chris joined him about half an hour later

now only leaving you and matt in the living room “wanna watch a movie” matt asks

you glare at him before going back to your phone

“are you sure you’re okay?” this time you keep your eyes on your phone “yes? why wouldn’t i be?” your attitude still there

“you have had a attitude all day with me, what happened?” you immediately get out of your position now sitting normally

“i haven’t had a fucking attitude matt! i just want you to leave me the hell alone, is it that hard? it is so easy too hate you sometimes”

matt is done with your attitude

he stands up walking over to you “what the fuck are y-“ you cut yourself off when he bends down gripping your jaw with his hand

“no, absolutely not, that is not what were gonna do, you will not disrespect me” he whispers “if you don’t like it then do something about it” you spit

he moves his hand down to your waist turning you over so you are now face down ass up

you’re about say something but instead gasping as a hard slap lands on your ass “fuck!” your hands grip onto the cushions “so tell me doll, why have you been bratty all day” another hard slap landing on your ass

“i- i don’t know” you stutter, another slap “nope. try again”

“i’m sorry” another slap “that’s not a reason”

“i- i was just i- in a bad mood” another slap “not good enough”

“y- you” another slap “yeah? hows that”

“um, y-your hands, the- the rings, the placement” his hands aren’t slapping your ass anymore, they are now massaging it

“and, your arms” matt wishes he could see the look on your face “what about my arms, what did you like”

jesus what is there not to like “they looked good.. really good, the shirt you were wearing accentuated them”

“mm so i turned you on? got you all hot and bothered? maybe a little needy” he chuckles as you nod your head “you want me to help with that sweetheart?”

you try and push your hips back to meet his front but fail when he uses the grip on your waist to keep you in place “please”

“y’know whats funny? just a few minutes ago you were telling me you hate me, now you’re sitting here in front of me practically begging me to touch you”

you whine at his words knowing he was right

his hands travel from your waist to the waistband of your shorts silently asking for permission “please matt” he pulls your shorts down in one swift motion

he chuckles at the sight in front of him “no panties?” his fingers making contact with your hole rubbing back and forth at a teasingly slow pace “your fucking soaked, is this all from my hands? my arms? what’s it from doll”

“everything, y- you, your arms, hands, words, e- everything, just everything” you whimper at the small movements on your core “you like how i talk too you? thats so cute” when he says his last words he plunges his two fingers inside of you

you moan at the feeling of his fingers slowly gliding in and out of you “faster” you try pushing your hips towards him but once again failed “be patient.”

you groan in annoyance “i swear to god matt if you don’t fucking-“ suddenly his movements are much faster than before

so many lewd sounds coming from behind you “shit!” you could feel the cold metal of his rings brushing against you “what were you saying baby? i didn’t hear you” he taunts

“y- you were going too slow” his fingers speed up more “yeah? this good enough for you? or you want more?” before you could respond his fingers some how went faster

you moan in response

the pad of his thumb connects with your clit, you start to let out a loud moan but he covers your mouth “shut the fuck up” he growls

his fingers glide in and out of you at a fast pace, you could feel every movement he made, every curl he made of his fingers, every vein, every inch

you were going fucking insane, but in a good way

the tips of his fingers kissed your cervix with every thrust, he would pull his fingers almost completely out of you before shoving them as deep as they could inside of you

your moans and whimpers muffled by his hand, you take his hand off of your mouth “or what? your gonna punish me?” you whine when his fingers pull completely out of you with no return

you hear the small sound of matt talking off his clothes “cat got your tongue matty?” you laugh, your laugh comes to a quick stop when his palm makes contact with your ass

“turn the hell around” you compile turn around sitting on your knees, you stare at his dick in awe taking in how big he is “what? cat got your tongue?” he mocks before shoving himself inside of your now open mouth

he doesn’t take his time with you either, he is immediately shoving your face down, your nose hitting his pubic bone

he loved the sight of you gagging around him, you never pull back from him, taking his whole 8 inches in your throat “atta girl, putting that pretty mouth to good use”

he uses his free hand to feel on your throat to find where he is, once he finds where he sits he puts slight pressure on the area “you feel me right here babygirl? feel me so deep in your throat?” you nod your head considering you weren’t able to talk

he pulls out letting you get air for a quick second before shoving himself back in your throat

your makeup is ruined, wet mascara stains all over your cheeks, spit bubbles forming around your mouth, your hair held in a makeshift ponytail

hell YOU were ruined, after a couple more minutes he pulls out again

“lay down. now.” you lay your back down onto the couch allowing matt to crawl on top of you capturing your lips in a heated kiss

he trails his lips down to your neck, sucking, and biting, giving you a few more marks before moving back up to your lips

“i need you” you mumble against his lips “yeah? want my cock inside of your wet little pussy” he lines his tip up with your entrance “yes.. please” he makes one swift movement bottoming out inside you

he pulls your tank over your head before starting his fast, hard thrust, he repeatedly hits a spot inside of you that you didn’t even know existed “s- so good” you moan

he wraps his hand around your throat adding slight pressure

“you feel good?” he taunts you are barely able to even speak “yes.. so so good” he continues pounding into you at a ruthless pace, watching how your face contorts in pleasure

your tits were bouncing with every thrust, just so fucking pretty

“god i could live inside of this pretty little pussy forever” the pleasure you were receiving was a embarrassing amount

you could feel everything, he is the first and only person who can fuck you raw, because now that you know how he feels inside of you, you don’t know if you will be able to stop

“i love this pussy so fucking much.” you clench around him at his erotic words, you start to lift your hips up in attempt to flip you over so your on top

but matt put a quick stop to it by placing both of his hands down on your lower stomach, putting most of his weight on the bulge of his dick inside of you speeding up his thrust “you better stop movin girl”

“i wanna ride it” you whine “yeah? how bad you wanna ride my cock?” it took a minute for you to respond due to all of the moans leaving your mouth “so bad matt, so so bad” your words were barely even spoken, it was practically all moans coming out of your mouth

matt knew what you were saying, but why not tease you more right? “what was that sweetheart? couldn’t hear you” you were fighting to get your words out but it was so hard “i- i wanna- oh my god!”

not only does matt speed up his thrust even more but he also starts to play with your clit, removing one of the hands that was on your stomach

“i’m sorry baby, i didn’t hear you that time either, one more time” matt is very amused with the sight under him “i wanna ri- oh fuck, wanna ride your cock so so bad, matty please!”

he quickly flipped you both over so you were now on top while his back was against the back cushions, you waste no time lining him back up to your hole before sinking down on him

you immediately start bouncing on him “why couldn’t you have been a good girl like this all day, didn’t even have to help you bounce on my cock”

your mouth was in a o shape. your eyes clenched shut “you gonna be good and do whatever i tell you to babygirl?” you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you already

“y- yes sir” the lewd sounds of skin slapping mixed with your moans and matts groans are the only thing to be heard throughout the whole house “mm good, good girl”

he could feel you were close, your noises were getting higher in pitch and closer together, you were clenching him hard “don’t cum” you open your eyes in surprise from being caught off guard

“w-what” you never took matt to be the kind of guy to deny orgasms, but you also more took him to be a soft dom kind of guy “i didn’t stutter sweetheart, you know what i said”

he grips your hips harder than before now controlling your hips, pushing your hips down to meet his as be thrust up into you “my sweet.. dirty.. little whore” he whispers in your ear

you start to squeeze him harder “you wanna cum sweet girl?” his voice laced with faux sympathy and mischief “yes..” he moves his lips to suck right under your ear while whispering “well too fucking bad”

you don’t know how he was able to but he quickened his thrust once again

tears of pleasure and frustration run down your cheeks as your orgasm is dangerously close “please! ill do anything! please just let me cum please!” he could tell you were on the edge of not being able to wait so he pulls out of you completely

“no! no! no!” matt brushes his fingers through your hair as you cry harder “shh it’s okay, you said you’ll let me do whatever i want to you correct?” you mumble a ‘mhm’ into his shoulder

a harsh slap landing on your ass causing you to yelp “correct?” you had never seen any side of matt remotely close to how he is right now, you should probably be scared but you weren’t, you loved it

“yes sir!” he presses a soft sweet kiss on your neck “well i want you to turn around, face down, ass up, and do not cum until i tell you otherwise, understand?” you don’t think you had ever been turned on more in your life

“yes sir” you un-straddle him getting into the position he wanted, now facing the kitchen “you listen so well” he praises as bottoms out, towering over you with his arm wrapped around your neck

he stays still inside of you, waiting for you to get worked up and annoyed “please fuck me matty please” and he succeeded “you need it baby?” hot tears run down your face in frustration “yes..”

“then beg for it” he feels you clench around him at his demand “please.. i need it, i need you to make me cum matt, please” matt was very satisfied with your begging

“aw you do? need me to make you cum, hm?” he teases “yes, please i need it so bad” he pulls out of you almost completely before slamming back into you, a loud, broken moan erupts from your throat

he thrust into a few more times before stopping his movements “i didn’t hear a thank you” instead of matt slapping you on your ass he slapped your tits “t- thank you! please, don’t stop! ill be a good girl i promise!” he restarts his thrust in and out of you, finding the perfect rhythm

“i expect you to keep that promise” your noises continue to get louder and louder to the point nick and chris could wake up at any moment now “shut that fucking mouth”

you whine as he starts to thrust harder “i- I’m sorry, j- just feels s-so good” you stutter “yeah? as much as i love those pretty little noises of yours, we can’t have chris knowing how pretty my girl sounds”

your orgasm starts to re-appear in your stomach “m’gonna cum! please! please let me cum!” your hands grip onto the arm he had wrapped around your throat “have you been a good girl?” your tear droplets have turned into sobs at this point

“yes! i’ve been such a good girl for you! only you!” you were using all your strength to hold off your orgasm “go ahead babygirl, make this cock yours” the band in your stomach snaps, releasing all over him “thank you! thank you! thank you!”

“there you go, thats my good girl” his pace stayed the same over stimulating you

you surge forward from the over stimulation but was quickly pulled back “don’t fucking run from me” he groans “t- too much!” you were sore but you really didn’t want him to stop

he slows his movements to tease you “you want me to stop?” you shake your head vigorously “see, i knew you could take it”

you could hear every moan and groan he let out into your ear

“so tight around me, fuck” matt places his hand down on the bulge in your stomach from his cock “oh my god! matt! too much! too much!” you squeal “i’ll stop when you cum”

your sobs and moans only spur him on “i’m close matt! so so close!”

“you gonna cum with me sweetheart?” you let out a faint ‘mhm’ “come on babygirl, cum” his words quite literally send you over the edge, his orgasm follows right after you stilling his hips with a loud groan

he stays inside of you for a minute before pulling out

you plop down on your back, legs still shaking “so i’m your girl?” you ask “well do you want to be my girl” you pretend to think about it before responding “yeah, i think so”

he places a soft kiss to your lips while he picks you up off the couch “lets go get my pretty girl cleaned up”

[mattybsbitch]

moth to a flame- m. sturniolo

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: you and matt have hated each other since you were kids, you two constantly bickering and arguing. however, there has always been an underlying tension, but you and matt have always chosen to ignore it. yet, the unspoken tension begins to break when another guy takes an interest in you.

warnings: language, angst, smut, oral (male receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do that), fluff, cheating (don’t do this either pls), nick once again being a g

masterlist

lowercase intended

a/n: does the smut suck? yes probably but it’s okay 😌

“you have a date? how much did you pay him?” matt asks you, a snark evident in his tone. you roll your eyes at his comment. “guys find me very likable, thank you very much.” you retort. “oh i’m sure.” he scoffs. “can you just shut the hell up?” you snap, looking into the eyes of the boy you’ve hated since freshman year.

you met the triplets when you moved to boston in the ninth grade. you shared a class with nick, and you two quickly hit it off. he then introduced you to his two brothers, matt and chris. chris was super sweet and welcoming towards you, but matt was the complete opposite. he barely spoke to you, and when he did, it was to make some snide remark. at first, you let it slide, thinking he was just uncomfortable around new people, but the mean comments never subsided, so one day, you snapped back at him, much to his surprise. thus began the endless fighting and screaming matches between the both of you. it got so bad that nick and chris wouldn’t allow you two alone in the same room out of fear that you might kill each other. you two found ways to argue about anything, even things as stupid as what the best soda is.

although you hate matt with every fiber in your being, you still love nick and chris as if they were your own brothers, and they obviously felt the same. when their youtube channel first blew up, you were always by their side to support them. eventually, they decided they were going to move to los angeles, and they asked you to go with them. you immediately accepted because the course you wanted to study in college had great programs in los angeles.

you’re currently in the triplets’ apartment, telling them about the most recent development in your life: you got a date. “y/n, just ignore matt.” nick interrupts yours and matt’s squabble. “so, what’s his name? how did you meet him?” nick asks excitedly. “well, his name’s blake and we met at the coffee shop on campus.” you smile. matt rolls his eyes. “blake? the guy sounds like a douchebag.” “and you would know all about douchebags wouldn’t you?” you ask with a false sweetness in your voice. “what the hell is that supposed to mean? you saying i’m a douchebag?” matt narrows his eyes at you. “if the shoe fits.” you shrug. “okay can you guys not for like two seconds?” chris asks. you raise your hands up in surrender, “fine but he started it.” “sure blame me for everything.” matt says sarcastically. “fuck off.” you reply. “guys seriously, stop.” nick tells you sternly. “anyway where are you and blake going?” chris asks, trying to lessen the tension between you and matt. “we’re going to this restaurant down the street from my apartment. it’s pretty nice actually.” you tell him, smiling slightly. you then stand up and grab your car keys. “i’m gonna go get ready, and i’ll tell you guys all about it after.” “you better!” nick yells out after you as you walk out the door towards your car.

nick watches you leave, then turns to matt, “we need to talk.” matt raises an eyebrow, “okay…” he says hesitantly, setting down his phone. “what the fuck is up with you and y/n?” “what do you mean?” matt asks. “you two have been at each other’s throats for years! it’s so exhausting watching you two constantly fight over dumb shit!” nick yells at him. “what about her? why is she not included in this conversation?” he retorts. “because you started this shit! you were awful to her when you first met! this whole situation could have been avoided if you were man enough to tell her you like her!” matt’s taken aback by nick’s outburst. “tell her what?” he asks, hoping he heard his brother wrong. “come on matt, it’s obvious that you like her.” nick deadpans. “you’re kidding right? she’s disgusting, and not to mention, a total bitch. how you guys tolerate her shit, i’ll never know, but i sure as hell won’t.” matt rants. “okay matt, whatever you need to tell yourself.” chris adds, rolling his eyes. “you agree with nick? seriously?” matt turns to the youngest triplet. chris just shrugs, “i mean, yeah. i might be an idiot, but even i can tell that you like her.” matt scoffs, “fuck you guys. i’m going for a drive. i’ll be back later.” he stands up and grabs his keys. he then walks out the front door, making sure to slam it shut.

matt gets into his car and begins to drive, not knowing where to go. during his drive, thoughts of you begin to invade matt’s head. there is absolutely no way he likes you. you’re annoying, you’re stubborn, and you’re just so insufferable to be around. sure, you’re conventionally attractive, but that doesn’t mean anything, it actually pisses matt off more because he doesn’t understand how such a pretty face could have such an awful personality paired with it.

after driving for a while, an idea pops into matt’s head. matt knows you well enough to know which restaurant you would go to because it was always one of your favorites. he begins to drive that way and plots what he’s going to do once he gets there. after a few moments of contemplating, he decides to just sit a couple of tables away from you and your date, just to make you uncomfortable and on edge.

he arrives at the restaurant and walks in through the large glass doors at the front of the building. the moment he walks in, he can spot you and blake in the back. you’re laughing at something he said, and an unfamiliar feeling began to pool in the pit of matt’s stomach. his thoughts are cut off by the hostess coming up to the stand, “how many?” she asks. “umm just one, and is there any way i can get a table back there?” he points to where you’re sitting. “of course. follow me.” she smiles as she begins to walk towards the your table, matt following close behind. “here you are, sir.” the hostess sets the menu down on the table before walking away. he sits down and looks at the menu, waiting for you to notice his presence.

as you’re talking to blake, you notice a familiar head of hair out of the corner of your eye. you look over an see matt sitting diagonally across from your table. your eyes widen when your eyes meet his. what the fuck is he doing here? you try your best to ignore him, but you can see him continuously glancing at you. blake notices you looking over to your right. “are you okay, y/n? is something wrong?” he asks. your eyes snap back to his. “no i thought i saw something, but i didn’t.” blake just shrugs and continues talking. you try to listen to his words, but you can’t. your mind constantly drifts back to the brown-haired boy sitting to your right.

after a couple hours, and some very awkward glances to matt, your date finally ends. you and blake bid each other goodnight before you walk back to your car. you see matt walking to his own car and you send him with a death glare, to which he just responds with a cocky smile. you wait for him to drive out of the parking lot, and once he does, you follow him home, wanting answers as to why he thought it was a good idea to crash your date.

as he pulls into his garage, you park on the street. you turn your engine off and get out of the car, storming through the front door, where you see matt standing in the kitchen. you walk over to him and slam your purse down on the counter.

“why do you feel the need to ruin every good thing that comes my way? what do you have to gain from that?” you ask matt frustratedly. “i don’t ruin every good thing. i just wanted to make sure he’s good for you.” he replies nonchalantly. “that’s not for you to decide matthew!” you yell, moving closer to him. “y/n, you just need to trust me.” his calmness is pissing you off even more. “but i don’t trust you! all you’ve done since we met is berate me and talk shit about me! how can i trust your words when i can’t even trust you?!” you begin to wave your arms frantically. “look,” he begins, “i know guys like that and i just-” “guys like what matt? guys like you?” you ask accusingly. “no. guys that will treat a girl right until they get into her pants and then leave once they get what they want.” you scoff at his words. who does he think he is? “you don’t know what you’re talking about. did he say something to make you believe he’s like that?” matt averts his gaze to the floor. “no, but i have a feeling.” you laugh, not believing the words that are leaving his mouth. “a feeling? so you just made it up.” he looks back up at you. “god, i didn’t make it up y/n! stop being so naive and open your fucking eyes!” matt begins to raise his voice. “you are such a fucking asshole! you have no right to stick your nose in my love life! just because no one wants you doesn’t mean you get project that onto me!” you yell in his face, seething with rage. matt’s face turns cold, his eyes boring into yours with a look you can’t make out. he remains silent for a few seconds. “what no snarky comment? did i hit a sore spot? it’s so pathetic that you’re so insecure that you feel the need to-” you’re cut off by a pair of lips smashing against yours. your eyes widen and you can feel yourself almost melting into the kiss before you realize who it is you’re kissing. you quickly shove him backwards, and matt stumbles a little. you look into his eyes, the both of you saying nothing. you don’t know what comes over you, but before you can think it through, you take a step forward, grab the back of his neck, and press your lips against matt’s once again. the kiss is rough, teeth and tongues clashing together. 

matt’s kisses begin to fall from your lips to your neck, biting and sucking as he goes further and further down. “matt” you moan breathlessly. “what is it baby?” he asks in a husky voice and you could cum from just the sound of his voice. “we should go to your room.” you say between small moans. you can feel him nod against the crook of your neck as he put his hand under your ass to pick you up. you immediately wrap your legs around his waist as he begins to walk towards his room. you get into his room and he sits down on the edge of his bed, so now you’re in his lap.

matt removes his head from your collarbone and he finds your lips again. you subconsciously begin to move your hips against his, a soft groan leaving his lips and you can feel yourself clench at the noise. matt’s hands slowly trail up your back and you can feel his right hand grip your hair. he gives it a quick but firm tug, pulling your head back which gives him the opportunity to attack your jawline. “matt please.” you breathe out, needing his touch. “what do you want, baby?” he asks, knowing damn well what you want. “i need you.” he looks up at you with a smirk on his face. “yeah? then show me how bad you need me.” you feel his grip on you relax slightly, so you get off his lap and drop to your knees. your eyes immediately find the large tent in his sweats. you can feel your mouth water with desire.

you grab his dick through his pants and matt lets out a light gasp. “don’t tease me baby.” you bite your lip and tug his sweatpants down to his thighs, his extremely hard dick slapping against his stomach. you wrap your hand around his base and begin to stroke him up and down. you then bring your lip to his tip, giving it a few kitten licks. matt’s hand finds your hair and forces himself down your throat. you feel your eyes begin to water as you find your rhythm. you continue to bob your head up and down and pump what you can’t fit in your mouth. “fuckkk” matt moans, his hand tightly gripping your hair. “i’m gonna cum baby.” you quicken your pace and you can feel your cunt dripping, making a mess between your thighs. matt’s groans become louder and louder as he feels himself getting closer. his dick twitches in your mouth and you still your movements, feeling his thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat. you swallow every drop before pulling off him, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath.

“fuck that was so good.” he praises you as he grabs your hands and leads you back onto the bed. he flips the two of you around so now he’s on top of you. “you’re such a good girl for me.” he says before he kisses you again. he bites your bottom lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth. you can feel his dick sliding up and down your clothed cunt. “please fuck me matt.” you whine against his lips. “patience baby.” he demands. his hands find the waistband of your pants, yanking them down so your bottom half is only covered by your thin panties. he looks down and sees the wet patch that covers the bottom of them. “holy fuck you’re soaked. you really liked sucking me off that much, huh?” he then gets up on his knees and takes his shirt off, revealing his toned stomach, and you can somehow feel yourself become wetter. “how bad do you want me?” he asks you cockily. “so bad matty. please fuck me.” he chuckles, “so needy.” he then lines himself up to your leaking hole, swiping his tip against your clit a few times before sliding himself inside you slowly. you let out a loud moan and he covers your mouth. “shhh baby. we don’t want nick or chris to hear how good i’m making feel do we?” you shake your head as he continues to rut his hips into yours. he removes his hand from your mouth and it soon finds its place on your throat. “fuck you’re so fucking tight. oh my god.” he throws his head back in pleasure as you moan out his name. “you’re such a little slut for me aren’t you? you like it when i fuck you like this?” he smirks down at you, admiring the way your jaw was slack and your eyes rolled back. he tightens his grip around your neck as a warning, “answer me or i’ll stop.” “fuck yes matt i love it.” you moan out. he takes his hand off your neck and trails it down to your clit. he begins to rub it in small, tight circles and you can feel the coil in your stomach begin to form.

“fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum soon.” he picks up his pace, going harder as his hand rubs your clit faster. you can feel yourself begin to clench around him, matt starting to let out broken moans at the sensation. “you gonna cum baby?” you nod, on the verge of cumming around him. “give it to me baby. cum on my dick.” he urges. at his words, you let go, letting out a loud and long moan as you release around his dick. matt’s pace begins to falter as he feels himself about to fall apart too. “where do you want it baby?” “inside me please.” you beg. he twitches inside of you and you can feel him cumming inside you, painting your swollen walls white as he lets out a groan of your name. he stills inside you for a few seconds before pulling out. he gets up from the bed and walks to his bathroom. you feel the sink run and turn off and he returns to the bed with a damp towel. he begins to clean you up a bit before tossing the towel to the side. he crawls towards you and lies down next you, pulling you into his arms.

you both lie in his bed for a few more minutes before you speak up. “this can’t happen again.” matt turns to look at you, “why not?” he questions. “i don’t want to hurt blake. he’s a good guy.” matt scoffs. “sure he is.” he says, sarcasm evident in his tone. “you don’t even know him matt.” you try to reason. “i don’t need to know the guy to know he’s an asshole. his name’s blake, and that says enough.” you roll your eyes at his childish behavior. “okay matt whatever.” you pull the covers off your body and you begin to put your clothes back on. matt grabs your arms and spins you around to face him. he looks into your eyes for a few moments before crashing his lips against yours. you want to pull away, but you can’t. the kiss becomes more and more heated as he backs you up until you’re both lying on the bed with him on top of you. “this is the last time.” you demand, knowing that’s probably a lie. “no it’s not.” he says against your lips as he begins to trail kisses down your neck.

weeks pass by, and you and matt are still hooking up. because of this, you’ve become more tolerant towards each other. you don’t necessarily like one another, but you can at least go a day without arguing. nick and chris begin to notice the change in dynamic between the both of you. they don’t ask questions because they’re just happy you all can hang out without the two of them being caught in the middle of one of your petty arguments.

much to matt’s dismay however, blake is still in the picture. you haven’t become official with him yet, but you both have gone on many more dates and even kissed a few times. of course, you felt bad for lying to blake, but what are you supposed to do? you just can’t escape matt. you’re a moth to his flame. you’ve come so close to breaking it off with matt, but each time you fail, somehow always ending up naked in his bed.

this is one of those times. you came over to the boys’ apartment to break it off with matt, but of course, you couldn’t. instead, you’re pinned against the wall of his bedroom. “matt we can’t keep doing this.” you breathe out against his lips. “doing what?” he asks, backing away and raising one eyebrow. “hating each other in public and fucking in private. i can’t do that to blake.” you try to reason with him, but matt simply rolls his eyes. “then just end things with him. i told you he isn’t good for you.” “he’s a good guy, matt.” you reply. matt takes a step closer to you, “well, if he’s such a good guy, then why are you here? why aren’t you with him?” he asks, knowing the answer. you look down and shake your head, “i don’t know. i shouldn’t be here. i should go.” you grab your purse from the counter and swing it over your shoulder, but before you can walk towards the door, matt grabs your wrist. “wait, don’t go.” you turn towards him, “why not?” there’s a few seconds of silence before matt answers your question. “i don’t want you to.” “okay.” you concede.

about a week later, you get a text from blake, asking you to go over to his apartment. you get into your car and drive to his place. you get out and walk up to his door, knocking twice. he open the door with a smile on his face, and it fills you with guilt. he invites you in and sits you down on his couch. “so i invited you here because i wanted to ask you something.” he begins. you nod, nervous for what he’s about to say. “i wanted to know if you would be my girlfriend.” he asks hopefully. you sigh softly and look down. you can’t hold it in any longer. you can’t keep lying to the poor guy. “look, you’re an amazing guy, don’t get me wrong, but i can’t” you tell him. his smile drops instantly. “oh. can i ask why. i thought we were doing good.” “i’m just not ready to be in a serious relationship. i thought i was, but now i know i’m not.” it’s not totally a lie. you’re not ready for a relationship with someone that isn’t matt. “okay i understand.” he says sadly. “i think i should leave. i’m so sorry blake, but i know you’ll find someone as great as you are.” you smile to try and lift the mood. he just nods while staring at the ground. you stand up from his couch and walk out the door, wracked with guilt.

you get in your car and drive to the triplets’ apartment, needing to talk to matt. you have to tell him how you feel. you arrive at their apartment and place your car in park. you walk up to the door and knock. you wait for a few seconds before the door opens, revealing matt. “hi.” you break the silence. “what’s up? you need something?” he inquires. “i actually need to talk to you.” you can feel butterflies in your stomach as you rock back and forth on your feet. “ummm okay come in.” he motions for you to enter the apartment. you walk inside and matt closes the door behind you. you both stand in the living room and you set your keys and phone down on their counter. he stands there, waiting for you to speak.

“i broke up with him” you break the silence. “what? why?” matt questions, his head immediately perking up. “you were right. he wasn’t good for me.” he scoffs, “well no shit. what does that have to do with me?” “i also broke up with him because i realized something.” are you really about to do this? are you really about to confess your feelings to the boy you’ve hated for years? matt gives you a look, telling you to go on. “i know we’ve always hated each other, but since we started sleeping together, i realized that i don’t want blake. i want you, and not just in a sexual way. i want to actually be with you.” you take a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding, waiting anxiously for his response, but he says nothing. “matt? please say something.” matt looks down at the floor and shakes his head slightly. “i can’t, y/n.” he says softly. “can’t what?” you’re confused now. what the hell does that mean? “i can’t be with you.” your heart drops. “why not?” you ask. “i… i just can’t.” you’re start to become irritated at his words. “what can’t you do matt?!” “i can’t give you what you want. you want to date and do couple-y stuff and i can’t do that.” his gaze remains on the floor. “so i’m good enough to fuck, but not good enough to date?” you ask condescendingly. “that’s not what i’m saying, i just-” “you just what matt?! what is so awful about being in a relationship?!” you begin to yell. “i don’t do relationships! the fact that you’re whining and screaming about it is the reason i don’t! you’re being fucking dramatic and i’m sick of it! we’re not dating and we’re never going to so just accept it and stop being so fucking clingy!” he yells back at you. your jaw drops to the floor at his words. “fuck you matthew. don’t text me again.” you walk towards the front door, making sure to bump his shoulder on the way out. you open the door and slam it shut, shaking the walls of the apartment.

hearing the commotion, chris and nick walk downstairs into the living room. “what the hell happened?” nick asks. “nothing happened. she’s just being a bitch as usual.” matt replies, rubbing his temples. “what did you say to her?” nick sighs, knowing you’d never react that way unless matt said something really fucked up. “i don’t wanna talk about it.” nick scoffs. “well too bad. if i just lost my best friend because of you then we’re gonna talk about it.” nick and chris drag matt over to the couch and sit down. matt sighs and begins to explain everything that happened between the two of you. “why would you say something like that to her?” chris asks him, disappointed in his older brother. “i told you, i’m not a relationship guy.” nick looks at him with a look of worry. “but do you like her?” matt looks at him and nods. “then tell her that you dumb fuck! you just broke her heart for no reason!” he yells in matt’s face. “look, i can’t do this right now. i’m going to bed.” matt sighs softly as he walks out of the room.

as soon as matt gets into his room, he shuts the door, lying down in his bed. his mind is racing with thoughts of you. nick was right. he should have told you that he wanted to date you too, but he was too much of a pussy to actually say it, so he hurt you instead. matt knows you’re probably still mad at him and would slam the door in his face if he went over to your house now, so he decides to wait a day or two. after contemplating it, matt walks over to nick’s room and opens the door, knowing he needs help getting you back. “how do i win her back nick?” he sits down on his brother’s bed. “look, i don’t know if she would take you back for sure, but what you need to do is give her a heartfelt apology and tell her how you feel. that’s your best bet.” matt nods, taking in everything he says. “and flowers. get her some flowers.” “i’ll go over there tomorrow.” matt states. “good because if i lose my best friend, i’ll actually kill you.” nick says with a glare.

the next day, matt woke up ready to prove to you that he wants to be your boyfriend. however, the anxiety was pooling in his stomach. what if you didn’t want him? what if you went back to blake? he tried to push those thoughts out of his mind, but they still lingered.

once he gathered the courage, he got up out of bed, throwing on a sweater and some jeans. he looks at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair until it looks presentable enough. matt throws on his shoes and grabbing his keys. he begins to walk towards the front door when he passes by nick on the couch. “good luck matt.” nick tells him. matt just nods and walks out the door towards his minivan.

on the way to your house, he stops by a flower stand and gets you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, hoping that it’s enough for you to forgive him. as he speeds toward your house, matt’s mind is going a million miles a minute. he’s continuously going over what he’s going to say to you in his head. his thoughts are cut off by him arriving at your apartment. matt looks at himself in the mirror once more before grabbing the flowers and stepping out of the car.

matt walked up to your front door and took a deep breath before knocking. he waited a few seconds then the door swung open, revealing you. your hair looks disheveled and your eyes puffy. “what are you doing here?” you cross your arms at the boy. “i’m sorry y/n. i’m so sorry.” he holds out the flowers for you to take. you grab them hesitantly and turn around to put them in a vase. matt follows you inside towards your kitchen. “so are you gonna tell me what you’re doing here or can you leave now?” you ask, a harsh tone in your voice. matt sighs, “you were right. i’m an asshole. i never should have said those things to you. i was just so scared.” you tilt your head to the side. “scared? of what?” “what i feel for you, what i’ve felt for you since i met you, it’s unlike anything i’ve felt before. i’ve been in love with you for years, and i was too fucking stupid to tell you. i’m sorry for everything i’ve done to you over the years. you didn’t deserve any of it.” you can see matt’s eyes start to become glossy as you step towards him. “what changed all of a sudden? last night you were dead set on not being with me, but now you do? that doesn’t make any sense matt.” you tell him, still skeptical. “nick and chris laid into me last night. they made me realize that i hurt you for no reason and that i was being selfish. i told you i didn’t want to be with you, but it was a lie. being with you is all i’ve ever wanted and when it was right in front of me i panicked. i know that i probably fucked everything up, but please, if there’s any part of you that can forgive me, please give me one more chance. let me prove to you that i can be the man you deserve.” you take a deep breath, tears beginning to invade your waterline. you want to tell him off so bad. you want to tell him that you would never take him back, but you can’t. before you can overthink it, you take a few steps towards matt and wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. “do you really mean it?” you ask him softly. “i mean it baby. i promise i’ll never hurt you again.” he pulls away and looks down at you with a small smile on his face. you reciprocate the smile as he begins to lean down. your lips brush against each other before he presses his lips against yours. the kiss isn’t like any other kiss you’ve shared before; it’s soft and sweet instead of hard and rough. you both break away and rest your forehead on his. “you’re so beautiful, y’know that?” you feel your face heat up and a smile forming on your face. “shut up.” you tell him before reaching up and kissing him once more.

[mattybsbitch]

Over the phone- Matt Sturniolo

warnings- smut, masturbation (male and fem), cursing, praising

@sturniolofein62 for you babes 🫶🏾

Chris’s version

Matt and his brothers had gone on tour recently leaving you at home to deal with yourself.

You missed Matt a lot, from his smile to his laugh to his hands.

And you couldn’t get off without him.

You tried everything, from the way he pumped his fingers in and out of you, to the positions he would put them.

but nothing worked. You couldn’t cum without his voice telling you how good you were being.

you sighed, aroused from your thoughts. You were currently wearing one of Matt’s shirts and your panties.

you shimmed your panties off and started dragged you fingers through your slick, earning a whimper from yourself.

before your even started anything, you got an idea.

you pulled out your phone and pressed Matt’s contact, and then the call button.

after a few seconds, Matt answered. The first thing you saw was Matt’s fluffy brown hair.

Trailing down his face, it looked like he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“Hey baby! What’s up.” You smiled at him. “Hey. I’m was bored and I wanted to see how things were going. I really miss you.”

he chuckled from the other end of the screen. “I miss you too baby. Things here are fine.” You hummed in response.

“tell me how it’s been.” Matt smiled and began to ramble about how things had been.

“and there was this girl- she kept trying to come up and touch Nicks hair. She just wouldn’t quit. The security had to take her away.”

he continued to yap about his previous shows.

your fingers made their way back to your aching core while you “listened” to him.

You didn’t know if it was your facial expressions that gave it away, because Matt definitely knew what was going on.

“baby, what’s the matter?” He asked while smirking.

“nothing,” you lied. You but your lip trying to contain your moans.

“be a good girl a show me what’s going on, yeah?”

You moaned and propped the camera, revealing your exposed lower half.

“Look at you so wet already. All because of me?” He chuckled. “Spread your legs wider baby.”

you did as he told you. Looking at the camera, Matt’s lower half was exposed, his hard cock in view.

“Rub yourself baby, but start slowly.”

you whined as you started rubbing yourself, wanting to pick up the pace.

“Can I go faster? Please?” You whined. “Be a good girl and wait.”

you could hear the sounds of Matt’s whimpers from the other end of the line. he was furiously jerking himself, grazing his tip so often.

“Finger yourself,” he breathed. “2 fingers.”

you nodded and inserted 2 fingers into your aching hole. You moaned from the stretch.

you started pumping you fingers in and out of yourself, eliciting moans from your mouth. “Oh my god, Matt.”

matt was stroking his cock vigorously at the sight of you. “Mmm- fuck. You look so pretty like this ma. Such a good girl.”

you moaned at his praise, pumping your fingers faster. “Matt I need to cum.”

“not yet,” he groaned. “We’ll do in together, m’kay?”

you whimpered in response. You watched as Matt threw his head back, thumbing his tip and moaning out your name.

You could tell he was close, because he kept on thrusting his dick into his hand. “Fuck y/n I’m close.”

“me too Matt.” Your walls kept clenching around your fingers and your thighs were shaking.

“Fuck fuck fuck- cum with me baby.” You moaned as you felt yourself release on your fingers.

Matt let out a groan as spurts of cum landed on his thighs and his hand.

“Matt come home soon pleaaaseee,” you whined into the microphone, giving him puppy eyes.

Matt chuckled. “We’ll be back soon, promise.” He blew a kiss and ended the call.

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