recklessmatt

[recklessmatt]

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: in which Matt is failing his classes and at risk of having to repeat the semester, and his tutor is the reason behind it.

𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗: This is a collaborative story that me and another person started on, but I was given permission to edit and continue it, and I am in charge of it now :) All characters in this story are of age. None of the characters are minors. All previous parts are linked beneath the word count.

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: cursing / smut / switch!matt / switch!fem reader / male masturbation / wet dreams / use of good boy / virgin!matt / p in v / oral (fem receiving) / oral (male receiving) / overstimulation / breeding kink / praise kink / mommy kink / scenes mentioning anxiety

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 8145

Previous parts: Intro / One / Two / Three / Four

X O X O X O

No lights glowed outside as Matt slowed to a stop, gravel crunching under the van tires. The house seemed empty and devoid of life. He opened his phone and checked the message again - 1209 Cherokee Parks - I’m in the right place…

She started typing and his breath hitched in his throat. Does she know that I’m here? How could she know that? Was she watching for me? Waiting for me??

Come around the back it’s unlocked. 

His heart thundered as Matt turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, pressing the button on his key fob, the car chirping in the silence that surrounded the neighborhood like a cozy blanket on a cool evening. He flinched, the sound breaking that silence, and he made a beeline for her house, or more so the shadows to keep from linking himself to the late night disturbance. A privacy fence ran the length of the sidewalk but it didn’t take him long to find the gate, and less time to slip through it, the rusty hinges groaning softly as he pushed the wooden door open. He made sure to secure the door shut, taking the time to lock it properly.  

“Get inside.”

He jolted, whipping around to meet her face to face, but his heart thundered as all he was met with was the eerie shadows of the night. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, terrified by the voice from the darkness. She stepped out of a shadowed doorway and tilted her head inward. “Come on.” The moonlight glimmered in her eyes, her hair reflecting beams of hazy gray light. Her face held no emotion, and Matt swallowed. He was in a lot of trouble, and he knew it. 

Matt obeyed, silent as the grave. How do you apologize to someone for…what I did? ‘Hey sorry I’m a horny freak with zero self-control, hope we can still be friends so my grades don’t plummet and my life doesn’t blow up in flames’. As he silently monologued, she led him through a maze of hallways and furniture, graceful and careless all at once. She stepped through a door, ushered him in, and closed it behind her. Matt realized three fundamental truths simultaneously.

One, he was in her bedroom. Two, she was in her bedroom. And the most important of the three, she and Matt were in her bedroom at the exact same time. Together.

This was an illuminating half-second for Matthew Bernard Sturniolo.

Looking around her room, Matt’s eyes flickered between the butterfly tapestries, pulled straight from a fantasy, to a basket of laundry on the floor. A pair of panties lay atop it, pink and soft-looking. What material is that? Silk? Matt blushed a deep shade of embarrassed, but she didn't even notice. “Sit,” she said, settling on the bed and opening her laptop. “Work.”

Matt took a deep breath. “Please, I’m so-”

“Finish your paper. Then talk.”

Matt knew there was only one option. He logged into his Google account on her laptop, pulling up the google doc that he had spent the past week working on. It should have been completed hours earlier, with her sitting across from him or even possibly beside him, laughing at something stupid he had said. But instead she stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, an unimpressed look on her face. Matt’s stomach twisted up, an ache growing in his side. He got right to work, not wanting to waste a single second. Each moment he had right now was precious. And every moment that he could save by bullshitting the rest of his paper, meant more time being spent on her. Apologizing to her. Begging for her forgiveness. Pleading for her to give him one more chance. To prove that he wasn’t this perverted creep with no self control…

The minutes passed quietly, with her music playing somewhere in the background. He liked her taste - a mix of artists he enjoyed and music he’d never heard, but liked in the moment. He wanted to ask if he could download one of her playlists. He figured that could be a conversation for later.

 She got up at one point to let her cat in, and Matt paused for a moment to reach out a hand. With signature feline airs, the animal ignored him completely, her fabulously fluffy tail flicking at him as she turned away from him. The cat rubbed up against her ankle, meowing softly. Shrugging, he returned to his paper. Matt’s focus kept slipping, but the desperate need to explain himself—to somehow apologize to her—pushed him on. Within the hour, he’d cobbled together something vaguely resembling an essay, or at least a rambling apology wrapped in questionable punctuation.

“Okay, I’m done.” Matt leaned back, straightening out of the hunch he’d assumed.

She beckoned with her hand, and he bashfully passed the laptop to her, remembering how this very same interaction had played out mere hours before. If she recalled anything similar, she didn’t show it. She read over his essay in total silence. 

With nothing to occupy his brain, Matt looked quietly around the room once more. Fucking laundry basket, he growled inwardly, trying his damndest to avoid even a glimpse at the underwear lying atop it. What does it look like on her? Does it go up to her waist on the edges or does it sit right on the side of her hips? His cock stiffened at almost the speed of light, and Matt grasped the nearby pillow, subtly moving it to his lap. The brisk friction caused a jolt of pleasure to burst through his synapses, and he mentally cursed himself for choosing to wear sweatpants. The first rule in the goddamn book: NEVER wear sweatpants unless you know they’re coming off. He pressed the cushion down with a little more force, desperate to conceal his, now fully loaded, weapon. 

She reached the end of his work and gave a nod. “It’s fine.” Her tone was unimpressed. Almost…bored?

“Okay. I mean, is there anything I need to-”

“Get up.”

“Huh?”

“Up.” She waved once with her hand, brows raised in dawning incredulity.

Matt hesitated, his fingers clenching around the frilly pink pillowcase. He laughed nervously, running a hand through his disheveled hair.  

“I really don’t think you want that…”

He smoothed out his shirt, nervous energy sparking through him - he wondered what in the world she was doing. He refused to meet her gaze, already knowing that his cheeks were the same bright red as the tip of his aching cock. Humiliation swirled around him, and Matt began to drown in it.

“Matt,” she warned.

Matt finally looked at her and he sighed. He shoved his hands into his pockets, adjusting himself subtly, before standing up and looking at her, shame written across his face. He knew what was coming, and he needed to brace himself for it.

Here it comes. ‘Matt, you’re a disgusting perverted creep and I never want to see you again. I told everyone what you did, and everyone else thinks you’re a gross hormonal pig too. You should look into being homeschooled, it’s not like you’ll be making it to graduation with your grades anyways.’ 

She took a deep breath and began to speak. “You freaked me out today. I wasn’t expecting to see porn on your laptop, much less porn like... that. I mean, everyone has their own tastes but I just…didn’t expect that from you.” She rambled, running her fingers through her hair, a rosy tint rising to her cheeks. 

Matt’s eyebrows furrowed as he processed what she had said, an unfamiliar feeling bubbling in his stomach. “You had expectations about the porn I like?”

Strangely, she began to stumble over her words, the blush deepening in her soft skin. “N-No, I just- I just meant that-”

Matt interrupted her abruptly. “Listen, I’m really sorry that I made you uncomfortable, I seriously didn’t mean to, I want to keep my grades up so I graduate on time, and I just-” he sighed. “I’ve been under a lot of pressure, I keep beating myself up over every little thing I do, because all I keep doing is messing things up. I never wanted to put you in that position, I feel like a fucking pervert, I know how uncomfortable it made you and I’m so-”

She cut him off with a series of words that stunned him into speechlessness. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable. You made me curious.”

Matt blinked. She continued.

Her fingers began to fiddle with her hair, twisting it around before inevitably untwisting it. “I’ve never met a guy that watches porn like that… usually they just want…I dunno…crazy stuff,” she said, moving her laptop to the other side of the bed, allowing her to sit down on her bed. Her eyes never left him, staring straight through him. She licked her lips slowly, Matt was almost sure she was doing it on purpose, and his dick twitched in his pants. He prayed that she hadn’t been able to see it. Her gaze finally released him, her eyes now admiring the elaborate pattern of pinks and whites on her bedding, her fingers toying with the pillowcase that Matt had previously been using. Her eyelashes fluttered, and suddenly her eyes met his again. “But now there’s some stuff I wanna try.”

Matt choked on nothing but the air in his lungs, his breath catching like it had betrayed him. He took a step back without meaning to, as if distance might shield him from whatever this was—this impossible kindness radiating off her like sunlight on a grave.

This is a trap. You know it’s a trap. No sane person would act like this—not after what he did. Not after the damage he left behind. She should be furious. She should be a storm. She should be tearing into him with words sharpened by rage, calling him names he wouldn’t even contest. He wants that—no, he needs it. He needs her hatred to make sense of his guilt; needs her cruelty to validate the punishment he’s already been living on a loop in his mind.

She should be shouting while he drops to his knees, not in some grand gesture, but because the weight of his shame makes standing feel dishonest. She should mock him while he agrees with every insult, letting her reduce him, rename him, strip him of even the illusion of redemption. He would take it—gladly, greedily—because maybe then he could believe there’s still a chance to make things right. Maybe then, her disgust would feel like attention. Maybe then, he could stop trying to claw his way back into her life through every waking thought.

But instead, she stood there—calm, composed, unreadable—and it terrified him. Because kindness felt like a trick. Forgiveness felt like a lie. And worst of all, some pathetic part of him still hoped it wasn’t.

Her voice sliced clean through the noise in his head. “Apologize to me, Matthew,” she said, softly—almost tenderly. Her lashes lowered, veiling her eyes like she already knew exactly how this would go. “Apologize, and do it properly.”

The calm in her voice wasn't mercy—it was precision. She didn’t need to raise her voice. He was already unraveling, and she was offering him the privilege of obedience. Her gentleness wasn’t forgiveness; it was power wrapped in silk, and he felt it coil around his throat like a ribbon.

Matt didn’t want to believe his ears. He must have misheard her—twisted her words into something they weren’t, something he wanted too badly to trust. She couldn’t have meant what he thought she meant. No. Impossible. This had to be a test. A cruel, careful test. She wanted him to prove himself—to piece back together what he’d shattered. That was all this was. It had to be.

Because the alternative made no sense. Because the alternative terrified him. Because in what universe would she still want him?

And yet, even as doubt gnawed at his mind, she kept looking up at him—silent, composed, unblinking. Her lashes cast delicate shadows across her cheeks, and her fingers toyed absently with the frilled edge of the pillowcase, twisting it with a slowness that felt almost rehearsed. Purposeful. Effortlessly cruel.

She didn’t need to speak again. Her eyes said everything: she knew. She knew he was already unraveling. She knew she had him. And worst of all—she knew he would give her whatever she asked.

Because he was hers. Not in some romantic, poetic way, but in the raw, desperate sense of a man who had already surrendered, clinging to the hope that his suffering might somehow still earn him a place beside her again.

At her feet, if that’s where she wanted him.

His throat constricted painfully, a ragged, desperate gulp tearing free like a silent scream trapped inside him. The weight of her seriousness crashed into him with the force of a tidal wave, relentless and inescapable, washing away every fragile hope he’d built. She was serious. Dead serious. “Yes, ma’am,” he croaked, voice cracking under the unbearable pressure, knees shaking like fragile glass ready to shatter beneath his weight. Each trembling step toward the bed was a surrender, a leaf caught in a storm, drawn irresistibly closer to the fierce eye of the hurricane—her.

Slowly—agonizingly slowly—he sank to his knees, eyes locked fiercely on hers, drinking in every flicker, every shadow, as if tracing constellations in the dark expanse of her soul. His lips parted just enough to steal in a breath, fragile and trembling, like a moth hovering at the edge of a flame, knowing full well the danger but unable to pull away. His entire body was a live wire of longing and reverence, humming with the electric ache of finally standing—or rather kneeling—before the sun that had burned its mark into his heart.

His heart thundered so loud it threatened to burst through his ribs, pounding out a frantic rhythm like war drums signaling surrender and devotion all at once. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined this moment would come—never thought she’d glance his way, let alone allow him to be this close, kneeling here like a pilgrim before a cathedral of light and shadow. His pulse hammered in his ears as every breath he took was a prayer, every inch of him aching to dissolve into her gravity, to be swallowed whole by the orbit of her presence.

He steadied his breath, forcing himself to meet her gaze through thick lashes, the air between them crackling like charged lightning—an invisible current pulling him deeper into her spell. And then, voice raw and trembling, he whispered, “Is it okay if I…”

“If you what?” Her smile bloomed slow and lethal, but all Matt could feel was the wildfire raging inside him—an uncontrollable blaze that scorched reason and left only raw nerves exposed. His heart was a cage of frantic wings beating against bone, desperate to escape but trapped by the weight of everything he wanted and feared. Her voice—soft, teasing—cut through the storm in his chest like a blade, leaving him shattered and aching in its wake.

His cheeks burned with a shame so fierce it threatened to drown him, a shame tangled with a desperate hunger he barely understood himself. Every glance she cast his way was a flame that stripped him bare, exposing all the cracks he’d hidden beneath layers of doubt and guarded hope. He was caught in the pull of her gravity—helpless, unraveling, utterly undone—each heartbeat a battle between longing and fear, between wanting to rise and knowing he could only fall.

He knelt there, trembling beneath her gaze, lost in the chaos of his own making—an electric storm of need and vulnerability, worship and self-doubt, burning brighter than he could bear. And in that silence thick with unspoken truths, he realized he was no longer in control. She was the storm, and he was nothing but a broken soul willing to be swallowed whole.

“If I touch you,” he whispered. “Please let me make it up to you.”

The words clawed their way out of him, trembling and torn from someplace deep—deeper than longing, deeper than shame. It wasn’t just a plea. It was surrender. His voice shook with the weight of it, with the frantic need coiled so tight inside his chest it felt like it might break him open. He didn’t know if he wanted forgiveness or punishment—only her. Only her.

She smiled, her eyes glistening with a devilish gleam.

Slow, deliberate, dangerous. That grin carved into him like a blade dipped in honey. She reached for him, and when her hand touched his cheek, it was like setting fire to an already scorched earth. He leaned into it with a reverence so desperate it bordered on madness. His breath stuttered, eyes wide and drowning in the sight of her. She was everything—salvation, damnation, and the space in between.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you?” she murmured, and the sound of it, that voice—warm and wicked, sweet like poison—had his stomach knotting, coiling tighter with every word. It wasn’t just praise. It was control wrapped in silk. It was a chain he didn’t want to break.

“Go ahead,” she allowed.

Her fingers trailed down beneath his chin, light as silk and twice as devastating. It wasn’t just her touch he craved; it was what it meant. It was permission. It was presence. It was power—and he would have followed it into the dark. Her gentle fingers traced his jaw, soft and lingering, like a promise he hadn’t earned. As her hand began to pull away, he followed without thinking, like gravity itself was tied to her skin. His head moved with her hand, desperate not to lose contact, like she was the only real thing keeping him tethered to this earth. Her touch was oxygen, and without it, he was already starving. Matt whimpered.

X O X O X O

With both hands, he took reverent hold of her calves and pressed his forehead to her knees, panting. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, kissing the soft skin on the inside of her legs, “I’m so sorry.” Shame flooded his cheeks, but it was a distant thing now—drowned beneath the urgency of his need. His mouth was reverent, desperate, moving over her skin in slow, trembling strokes like he could write a liturgy there with kisses. Every breath he drew was an invocation. Every exhale, a confession.

And she laid there, silent. Watching. Not stopping him. Her fingers twitched at her sides but didn’t move. Her throat bobbed, once, like she’d swallowed something heavy, and her breath caught in the back of it. She should have told him to get up. She should never have put him in this position, where he felt guilted into begging for her forgiveness. But those sudden realizations were worthless.

Because somewhere in the darkest corner of her heart, where no light ever touched, she liked it. Needed it. Needed him like this—ruined for her. She liked the way he trembled. The way he crumbled. The way he clung to her like salvation with a heartbeat.

He knew it was wrong. So wrong. To adore her like this—like a deity, like damnation in a dress. But he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to. She was the sin he chose every time. The altar he bled on. The fire he walked into with open arms.

Unbeknownst to Matt, the woman before him used every single iota of self-control she possessed to restrain herself. He carried on with his adulation, nosing the space behind her knees, where her thighs tapered down into slender calves, gentle lingering kisses brushing across her soft skin, holding her leg with sweetened hands. 

“What are you sorry for?” She murmured, remembering her place in the current dynamic. In control. She would not let him take control. He had a lesson to learn, after all. 

Matt looked up, eyes wide and wet with pleading, and the fluttering in her gut turned violent. “I freaked you out,” he whispered, forehead pressing against her leg as if seeking absolution through skin-to-skin contact. “I—I didn’t mean to. I left it open—on my laptop—I didn’t think you’d see—” His voice cracked, hands trembling. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He breathed the apology like it hurt to say, like it was being torn from him.

She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, swallowing a groan. Was he trying to destroy her?

Then his lips were climbing higher, kissing a slow, fervent path up the inside of her thigh, curls tickling the other leg with maddening softness. “I won’t do it again. I swear,” he murmured, frantic now. “Just don’t give up on me, please. Don’t walk away. Don’t leave me—please…”

She stayed silent—because if she spoke, she’d break.

He shifted to her other leg like it was sacred, leaving heated, trembling kisses in his wake. His breath shuddered across her skin, turning warmth into goosebumps, into want. “Please,” he begged, forehead pressed to her shin now, his voice fraying at the edges. “I can’t lose this. I need this. I need you. I’m trying—I’m trying so hard, but my brain just won’t shut up, it’s always spinning and buzzing and—and every time that I see you, I just…” he breathed out, his hands growing clammy as the heat radiated off of him and melted into her skin. “I get so distracted…”

He broke off, panting, lost in it.

She watched, breath caught somewhere in her chest, as he clutched her leg like a lifeline. His hands, gentle and sweetened with guilt, clung to her leg like it was the only thing tethering him to the earth.

“Distracted by what, Matthew?” she asked finally, her voice sharp yet sweet. 

His eyes fluttered open, glassy and frantic, and the way he looked at her—like she was salvation and punishment all in one—made her knees ache to give way.

He gulped. “You.”

She hissed—a sharp sound of warning—and shoved him back. The contact was light, but to Matt it landed like a blow. His hands fell away from her skin, trembling and empty. His chest constricted painfully, heart shriveling as though she'd torn it straight out with that single gesture. He stared up at her, stunned, breath frozen.

Then she moved.

It took him a beat to realize what was happening—her fingers sliding down to her waistband, pushing her pants over her hips with a smooth, measured finality that made his vision blur. He barely had time to think. Instinct seized him.

His hands flew to help, yanking the fabric the rest of the way down with a frantic reverence, like it was holy cloth he had no right to touch. His breath came in ragged, gasping waves, chest rising and falling as if he’d been underwater for minutes.

Then—skin.

Bare. Warm. Real.

“Please,” he whispered, voice cracked and breathless. “Please, please… please get on the bed. I’ll make you feel good, I swear—I need to, I need to—please let me, let me—” His hands cradled her waist as if she was the most fragile thing in the world. 

He kissed her skin with trembling lips, frantic, hungry, worshipful. His words spilled in a feverish rush, barely coherent between kisses: “I’ll be so good—I’ll take care of you—fuck, just let me—I’ll ruin you right, make you forget every second you were mad at me—please please please…”

He was shaking. Not from fear—but from pure, unbearable longing.

“I can’t—” he choked, breath stuttering. “I can’t think when you’re like this, I can’t breathe—please just let me have you, let me show you—anything, anything you want—I’ll crawl, I’ll beg, I’ll break, just say it, please…”

He clung to her like a man unraveling, burying his face in her skin, like he could inhale her, drown in her, cease to exist and call it peace.

She was already scrambling backward across the bed, breath ragged, lips parted with aching need.

“Apologize, pretty boy.”

The words struck him like lightning—commanding, sharp, and so goddamn hot it nearly undid him.

Matt climbed onto the mattress with no grace, no hesitation, crawling after her like he was starving. His hands found her thighs, spreading them open with trembling reverence, his chest sinking between them as he laid himself low—offered himself.

A strangled whine tore from his throat, desperate and raw. “Come here,” he breathed, almost pleading, voice thick with worship and ache.

His fingers slipped under the waistband of her dark blue thong—so soft, so unfairly pretty—and he dragged the delicate fabric down her hips, over her thighs, past her knees, all the way to her ankles. He let it fall to the floor like it was nothing—because compared to her, it was nothing. Everything else blurred into irrelevance the moment she was bare before him.

And then he saw her.

The breath left his lungs in a single, broken sound.

Glistening pink, folds slick with arousal, her wetness catching the light as it shimmered between her thighs. Matt’s vision blurred. His throat closed. He blinked once, twice—trying to convince himself this was real. That this was for him. That she was for him.

He’d never seen anything more beautiful.

Not in dreams. Not in fantasies. Nothing he’d imagined came close to the aching perfection of her, wet and open and wanting.

She gasped, a noise of surprise getting caught in her throat as Matt’s strong hands grasped the underside of her thighs, yanking her closer towards him. His patience had fled in mere seconds, he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to taste her. Even if it was the last thing to find itself on his tongue, he would have died a happy man. 

He couldn’t stop the smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth—not when she threw her head back into the pillow like that, not when her fingers tangled deep in his chestnut curls, clutching him like she needed something to anchor her to this plane of reality. His breath trembled in his chest, heart stuttering hard against his ribs as her hips jolted upward, chasing the heat of his breath like it was the only air she could breathe.

He blinked once, dazed, then leaned in—lips pursed—exhaling deliberately over her soaked heat again, just to feel her react. Another buck of her hips. Another desperate twist of her fingers in his hair.

“God, please don’t tease—”

Her voice. That voice.

It cracked something inside him.

His head spun, the sound of her plea short-circuiting every thought in his mind until all that remained was need.

He didn't waste another second. The space between them disappeared in a heartbeat as he leaned in, cradling her thighs with care, reverence. Her arousal painted the inside of her thighs, shining in the low light, folds swollen and pink and perfect. He blinked, dizzy with need, and then dropped lower—his chest flat against the bed, his arms hooked tightly under her thighs like she might vanish if he let go. He dragged her closer, as close as he could get her, nose brushing the soft, swollen heat of her folds.

His tongue pressed flat against her slick, swollen folds, and the world simply vanished.

A deep, guttural moan rumbled from his chest, half-broken by how overwhelmed he felt. Her taste—God—her taste was everything. She wasn’t sweet like candy; no, she was better. She was fresh-cut fruit at a summer cookout—lush, ripe, dripping with juice. The kind that stains your fingers, makes you greedy. The kind you go back for again and again and again.

Seconds. Thirds. Fourths. Forever.

He groaned against her, tongue gliding slowly, purposefully, savoring every second like she was the only thing that had ever mattered. His self-control unraveled, thread by thread, lost to the way she trembled under his mouth.

He lapped at her with aching tenderness, every motion an offering. A devotion. A promise.

He wasn’t here just to make her feel good.

He was here to worship.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me. You don’t know—fuck—how long I’ve wanted this, how many nights I’ve thought about this, about you.”

Another moan. Another flick of his tongue. Her taste spread across his tongue like it belonged there.

His eyes fluttered shut. His hips ground helplessly into the mattress as he worshipped her. Every sound she made, every twitch of her thighs, every tremble in her breath—it was breaking him down, reshaping him into something new.

Something hers.

Matt’s mouth was everywhere—open and eager, sucking gently on her skin like he could draw her pleasure straight into his bloodstream. He moaned into her flesh, every sound raw, needy, helpless. He didn’t know where his body ended and hers began. Didn’t want to. He was lost in her, in the warmth of her thighs, the scent of her arousal, the pulse he felt with his lips and tongue and fingers.

His hand slid away from her thigh, shaking slightly, and found its way between her legs—fingertips brushing over her slick heat in slow, reverent circles. She was wet. Dripping. Not just a little. She was soaking. For him. The realization hit him so hard he almost forgot to breathe.

Matt gasped softly, grinding his hips into the mattress below in helpless rhythm. He couldn’t stop it. His body was responding to hers like a tether had been tied between them—his pleasure directly bound to hers. But this wasn’t about him. It never was.

Every moan that spilled from her lips, every small twitch of her hips, every broken sound she tried—and failed—to bite back, lit his nerves on fire. He knew the sounds women made when they were pretending. He knew what it looked like when it was performative, for show, for ego. This wasn’t that.

This was real.

She was coming apart for him. And it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever witnessed.

His eyes flicked up to the bedspread beneath her—soft pink, patterned with bows and cherries—and the sight nearly undid him. The fabric was already darkening beneath her, soaked with her need, a testament to what he was doing to her. What she was letting him do. And Matt thought: Nothing in the world could ever be more sacred than this.

More sure now, more devoted, he let his jaw go slack and buried himself between her thighs. His tongue moved with purpose, no longer timid—worshipping her with every stroke, every flick, every trembling kiss. He kissed like it was prayer. He licked like it was penance. He moaned like he could cry, overcome by the taste of her, the heat of her, the knowledge that she was letting him do this.

Her gasp shattered the air between them like glass.

His entire body froze, then shivered in reaction.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, voice wrecked and low, his hands tightening against her hips, holding her like she might disappear. “I’ll do this all night if you keep soundin’ like that…”

He meant it. God, he meant it.

She grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked, and Matt whimpered—not from pain, but from pure, unfiltered need. He would’ve thanked her for it. Begged for more. There was nothing she could do to him that he wouldn’t want, as long as it came from her.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, grinding her hips into his mouth like she was using him—because she was. And he loved it. “Never stop.”

Matt groaned in response—deep and throaty, the sound vibrating directly against her clit. “Yes ma’am,” he panted, almost frantic. 

He slipped two fingers into her with the softest, most reverent care, and the moment he felt her walls clench around him—tight, warm, pulsing—he nearly sobbed.

His mouth latched back onto her clit, tongue stroking and flicking with a new intensity. Not rough. Never rough. Just intentional. Worshipful. Deliberate. Like he was spelling her name in devotion with every movement.

She tugged harder at his hair and he moaned again, voice broken, almost delirious. If she told him to stay like this forever, he would. If she wanted to leave marks, to scratch, to bruise, he’d take it all with thanks in his mouth.

He was hers.

To use.

To own.

To control.

And she—she was his to worship. His to serve.

Her pleasure was his purpose. Her moans were his reward. Every twitch of her hips, every whimper, every breathless command—it all carved deeper into his soul. He wasn’t just making love to her with his mouth and hands.

He was offering himself.

And he hoped, desperately, wildly, that she’d never stop taking.

She writhed beneath him, breath catching in broken gasps, and something in Matt fractured. It wasn’t just need anymore— this was pure, unfiltered obsession. His hands slid up her thighs, not to roam, but to anchor—to bind her to him, to hold her in place like he was terrified she might vanish. And maybe he was. Her body trembled against his, and instead of letting it pull him back, he held firm. Made her feel every moment of what he offered, every movement a wordless plea: stay. feel. don’t leave me.His chest burned. The aching, terrifying sense that if he let go of her for even a second, he might fall apart entirely. As much as she tried to move, he held her still, making her feel every second of pleasure that he offered to her. Every deliberate and direct flick of his tongue over her sensitive bundle of nerves had heavenly sounds pouring out of her, a fountain of praise spilling from her lips in sickly sweet mewls. Each whimper that escaped her lips carved itself into him like scripture.

His breath caught as he pressed his forehead into her, as though seeking absolution. “God…” he muttered into the hush between her sounds, his voice trembling with awe, like her pleasure was something holy and he was barely worthy of witnessing it. He opened his eyes and looked up at her—this sacred, luminous thing sprawled before him—and something broke open in his chest. His gaze flickered down, taking in the sight of her beautiful temple before him. A sacred thing that was, at least for now, in this moment, all for him. This is what worship feels like.

She whined, a sound so beautiful and light that it made Matt feel like he was floating. She could ask anything of him in that moment, and he would do it without thought. Tear open chest and snap off each individual rib. Offer up his soul. Disappear, if she willed it. His fingers gripped onto her thighs as if he was afraid he’d be torn from her in seconds. His tongue traced patterns over her sensitive clit, hymns and prayers of praise and worship soaking into her. She let out a gasp, a broken cry, a moan that had his bones aching, his body trembling. “Don’t stop - God, please… don’t s-stop-” she choked out, her back arching off of her soft pink sheets. She tried to move her legs, to wrap them around him and pull him impossibly closer, but he kept her thighs tightly pinned down to the mattress. “Oh my god, Matt-” she panted. 

He heard it again—his name, soft and soaked with breath—and it nearly undid him. She had said it before, countless times. But now it was different. Now it was a lifeline thrown to a drowning man, and he clung to it with everything he had. A sound had never shaken him to his core quite like she managed to do so effortlessly. He gripped her thighs tighter—not to restrain her, but to steady himself. To hold onto the edges of this moment before it passed. His whole world had narrowed down to the sound of her voice, the curve of her body, the way she clung to him like he mattered. Like he was all that she needed.

Her release was building—he could feel it in every inch of her, like a tide swelling under the surface. Her stomach tightened beneath his hands, her breaths came in sharp, uneven bursts, and her entire body began to tremble with anticipation. She was unraveling, coming apart—and taking him with her.

Matt’s pulse thundered in his ears, drowning out everything except her. The way she clenched around him, as though her body was trying to hold onto him, to keep him inside her orbit, to refuse the very idea of distance between them. He wasn’t just touching her—he was being taken in. Consumed.

He let out a shaky exhale, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as the realization hit him: she was swallowing him whole—not just in body, but in soul. He was disappearing into her, cell by cell, thought by thought, until there was nothing left of him that hadn’t been reshaped by her.

He no longer knew where he ended and she began.

The connection was more than physical—it was existential. His identity, once something he held onto so tightly, now slipped away like sand through trembling fingers. All he could feel was her. All he wanted to be was hers. To be absorbed into her completely, like he was meant to be nothing but a part of her design.

She was rising—he could feel it in the air, in the rhythm of her breath, in the way her body pulled tighter around him like a fist made of silk. His chest ached with something greater than need. It was reverence. As if her climax was a sacred rite and he, trembling and overwhelmed, was the willing sacrifice.

“Please…” he whispered, forehead resting against her. He didn’t even know what he was begging for. Her release. Her grace. Her forgiveness. To be allowed to stay in this moment just a little longer, before the universe pulled him away from her.

And when she finally shattered, he felt it as though it happened inside him. Like her pleasure had cracked something in his soul wide open—and he welcomed it. Gladly.

Because to be undone by her was the only way he ever wanted to fall apart.

When her body collapsed beneath him, still trembling with the echoes of release, Matt rose slowly—like surfacing from deep water, breathless and disoriented. He kissed her thighs, her hips, her stomach, reverently, his lips soft and wet with the taste of her. Each kiss was a quiet benediction, a whispered thank-you pressed into skin.

She lay still, panting, her gaze unfocused and pinned to the ceiling like she was somewhere far from the world. Something in Matt’s chest twisted painfully. Was she okay? Did she regret this? Had he gone too far? His heart lurched and tumbled downward, helpless and heavy.

“Are you alright?” he asked, voice thin and unsteady, his hand cupping her cheek as he leaned over her.

She blinked, then smiled—soft and dazed, still catching her breath. “I’m great.”

Relief hit him like a wave. His body sagged with it, and he let himself fold downward, resting his head on her stomach like it was the only place he belonged. His arms wrapped around her, holding her like something fragile, like if he didn’t ground her with his touch she might drift away into the ether.

He didn’t want to let go. Not now. Not ever.

There was no lust in the way he clung to her now—only reverence. A quiet, aching sort of awe. As if this moment had redefined something fundamental in him. She had opened herself to him, let him see her undone, vulnerable, divine—and now he couldn’t remember how he’d ever existed apart from her.

Matt closed his eyes, pressing his ear to the soft rise and fall of her breath. If he could, he would have crawled inside that rhythm and stayed there forever. Not to take anything more—but just to be. Near her. Part of her. Anchored in her gravity.

He didn’t say a word. There was nothing to say. She had already given him more than language could ever hold.

X O X O X O

Matt traced slow, reverent circles on her skin, his thumb trembling with every pass. His breathing was uneven — shallow, restless — and not from exertion. It was the ache. The ache of being so close, of giving so much of himself and still wanting to give more. His arousal throbbed beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants, but he said nothing. He wouldn’t ruin this. Not with need. Not when she was letting him stay. Not when he felt, somehow, like he belonged.

Her fingers brushed through his hair again — slow, rhythmic strokes that scratched gently at the nape of his neck, a place no one had ever touched with this kind of... claim. A shiver rolled through him, full-body and involuntary.

She noticed. “What’s wrong, pretty boy?” Her voice was soft, not mocking, but curious — like she was peeling back another layer just to see him.

“I’m... I’m sensitive,” Matt whispered, hiding his face in the crook of her waist. The confession made him burn from the inside out.

“Oh yeah?” She almost hummed the words, the noise vibrating through her ribcage.

Matt nodded, a little breathless.

“Roll over.”

His head shot up. How am I supposed to hide this fucking boner now?

“Strike one,” she said, her voice hardening with each word. “Roll. Over.”

“Yes ma’am.” Matt’s brain tangled up into itself, and he scrambled awkwardly to obey, lifting his hips so she could see the shape of him, hard and helpless beneath stretched fabric. There was no hiding now. The gray sweats betrayed everything — the way his body pulsed with need, the way his mind unraveled the moment she spoke to him like that.

“Oh, Matty...” she sighed, her fingers ghosting over his thigh. “You’re aching, aren’t you?”

He swallowed. “...Yeah.”

When her hand brushed lightly over the front of his boxers, Matt gasped, hips twitching toward her. “God... that feels so good,” he breathed, voice cracking.

She worked slowly, tracing the outline of him with intention, watching every twitch of muscle, every flutter of his lashes. Matt was barely holding it together. His fingers gripped the sheets at his sides like they were the only things keeping him tethered to the earth.

“You're shaking,” she observed softly.

“I... I can’t—” he tried, voice breaking. “I just... I want you so much. I need to be good for you. Please tell me what to do.”

She paused, watching his chest heave, his face flushed and open like never before. There was no ego here. No control. Just Matt — raw, exposed, and aching to please.

“Then listen,” she said gently. “Be still. Breathe. Let me take care of you.”

And he did. Because in that moment, Matt wasn't afraid of submission. He craved it. Not out of weakness, but from the overwhelming desire to be seen, to be wanted, to be enough.

He was hers to guide. And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel lost.

She smirked, eyeing Matt like he was her next meal. Like he was a wounded rabbit, cornered by a ravenous wolf. His heart raced in his chest, his body trembled, his breathing became unsteady and scattered. Despite being her prey, Matt had never felt more drawn to someone in his life. He had never felt more safe. “Take them off, baby,” she purred, her tone dripping with venom disguised as something sweet. She licked her lips, slow and deliberate, eyes fixed on him. Matt’s breath hitched. There was something in the way she looked at him—like hunger, but not just for his body. For power. For surrender. For the soft, desperate pulse of his heart beneath her hand.

His legs trembled. His fingers twitched at his sides. He didn’t move. Couldn’t.

“Matthew,” she murmured, her voice dipped in something syrupy and sharp all at once. A coaxing cruelty. A promise. A trap that he wanted—no, needed—to fall into.

Matt didn’t breathe. He just stared, wide-eyed and dazed.

Her voice dropped an octave, velvet wrapped in steel. “Strike two.”

That did it.

Matt’s fingers fumbled and tripped over each other as he desperately tried to loosen the knot in his drawstrings. Once they were undone, Matt met her gaze again, hesitantly pushing his sweatpants down to his knees, blindly kicking them off onto the floor of her bedroom. The tip of his cock peeked out below the faded blue waistband of his boxers, his own arousal oozing from his tip. He looked up at her, awaiting judgment, his chest rising with shallow, uneven breaths. The air between them crackled.

“Good boy,” she whispered, drinking in the immensity with her eyes. Matt’s bulge was prominent, a thick rise with deep valleys on either side. Without thinking, she reached out to touch him. Her thumb brushed over his exposed skin, his body lurching forward involuntarily at the contact. 

Matt’s jaw dropped as his lips parted, letting out a quiet yet delicious, “Ohhh….fuck….” He watched the movements of his lover’s hands with whoreish lust, eyes hooded and dark, chest rising and falling like tumultuous ocean waves as she stroked him over the soft fabric of his underwear. From caressing his tip to using two fingers to apply pressure on both sides as she slid over his length, from base to head, she hunted for which bundle of nerves elicited the best noises out of her toy. As she reached the head of his cock with her thumb and index finger, his chest hollowed out with a powerful exhale. 

She didn’t rush. She studied him—how his body responded, how his breath stuttered, how his eyes flicked upward, pleading for something he couldn’t name. Her fingers moved with purpose, seeking out every place that made him tremble, made him whimper, made him submit.

“You like that, sweet boy?” she murmured.

“Yes,” he gasped, voice thin and desperate. “Yes, I do. Please don’t stop.”

But she did. Just like that.

The silence that followed was deafening. He twitched, hips shifting forward helplessly, as though his body refused to accept the absence of her touch.

“No, please—Mommy, I’ll be good, I’ll be so—”

Silence fell like glass shattering.

Matt froze. The word had slipped out of him like breath, like instinct. And now it sat between them, shimmering and dangerous.

He reeled back in horror, eyes wide, fumbling for his clothes as if shame might be something he could cover. “I-I’m sorry—God, I didn’t mean to— I, I can go, fuck, where’s my-”

“Matt.”

“-never do that again, I’m so sorry, I need my pants, where the hell-”

“Matty.”

“-did they go, oh here they are, I-”

“Matthew.”

Her voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to. It cut through his panic like a hot blade.

He stilled, one leg in his sweatpants, his chest heaving.

She tilted her head slightly, the air around her shifting. Gone was the teasing smile, the playfulness — in its place was stillness, something sharp and commanding behind her eyes. “Did I say you could leave?” Her voice didn’t rise. It didn’t have to.

Matt froze. His breath caught in his throat. That single question struck him harder than any shout could have. He stood half-dressed, trembling, the fabric of his sweatpants tangled around one ankle. Shame and heat rushed through him all at once, but beneath it — or maybe because of it — something deeper unfurled. A kind of devotion that cracked open his ribs and spilled him bare.

He looked down, eyes wide, heart thundering like he’d been caught doing something sacred the wrong way. “No,” he whispered. “You didn’t.”

Her gaze didn’t waver, but it softened. Just enough. Like she knew exactly what she held in her hands — and how carefully it needed to be treated. “Then why are you trying to run, Matthew?”

He couldn’t answer. The knot in his throat was too tight. All he could do was shake his head — once — and step back toward her. He let the last of the fabric fall from his leg with a muted thud, and knelt before her at the foot of the bed. Not out of instruction. Out of instinct.

She reached forward and touched his jaw, tilting his face up to meet her eyes. “You get scared when you feel too much,” she said, so softly it barely carried across the room. “But I already see you. I see all of it.”

Matt’s hands found the edge of the mattress like a lifeline. His whole body was trembling. “I don’t want to mess this up,” he said, almost like a confession. “I’d do anything right now just to stay close to you.”

“Guess you better obey then,” she said quietly.

Matt swallowed. “I guess I better,” he agreed.

X O X O X O

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[recklessmatt]

dilf!chris has to stay quiet during an important business call while brat!reader gives him head

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you had seen him pace around the living room for about 20 minutes now, giving the person on the other end of the phone short and simples responses.

as time passed he seemed to grow more and more frustrated, the rough sound in his voice while he gave orders made your thighs rub against another.

he had been on and off the phone with multiple people all day and you could only handle so much time without his attention. he had spoiled you endlessly and even a second without his hands on you, you’re growing needy.

he had run off to his office to grab “important papers” you were guessing and he was writing down whatever, you didn’t really care. gradually you scooted closer and closer to him while watching him scribble down whatever the person was saying.

you’re now snuggled into his side with your head resting on his shoulder, letting out dramatic sighs here and there. he would soothe your waist or thigh to let you know he wasn’t ignoring you but he still needed to get this work call done.

you were getting bored, so what do you do? tease him a little bit, because.. why not?

your hand “accidentally” slips past his crotch when reaching for the tv remote on the other side of his lap. he doesn’t pay attention to it, honest mistake.

until that same hand finds its way to his thigh, pretending to smooth down a wrinkle in the denim of his jeans. your touch coming way too close to be counted as innocent. he glares over at you and you give him an unfazed smile, acting like nothing’s going on.

you yourself were getting impatient, you groan while throwing your head back, getting frustrated with the growing heat between your legs — you needed him bad.

without even thinking, you slip down onto your knees in front of him. you look up at him as he looks down at you confused, you rest your cheek against his knee silently begging for him. he smiles at you while brushing away a stray hair behind your ear.

while he looks over at his watch you took the chance to start working at his belt — catching his attention quickly he quickly goes to grab both of your hands, stopping your actions.

“please..?” you whisper, a slight pout on your lips. he grumbles a small curse before letting you go, he pulls the phone away from his ear and asks, “y’better not be loud sweetheart, got it?” you roll your eyes, “shouldn’t i be saying that to you, sweetheart?” he chuckles before going back to the phone, motioning for you to go ahead.

your teeth dig into your bottom lip while you start to slip down his pants along with his boxers, your quick to take him into your mouth. he feels heavy and warm inside, your hand goes to hold the base while you go to suck on the tip.

from above you hear a shaky breath leave chris, his lips pursed together while trying to contain himself. your mouth continues to work on him, teasing him every so often leaving small kisses from the tip all the way down to his insides of his thighs.

you decide he had enough teasing and begin to fully take him into your mouth, barely fitting half of him inside. you look up at him through your lashes to see him gripping onto the couch cushion, his cheeks slightly flushed while trying to form a coherent sentence through the phone.

the sight of seeing him so wrecked over barely anything had you grinning ear to ear, you let up from him and start to jerk him off. your hand moving at a teasingly slow pace, your thoughts are interrupted by his voice.

“fuck baby- keep going, none of th-that teasing shit.”

his free hand goes to rest atop your head, insinuating to continue sucking him off. you giggle while nodding, “well then y’better keep quiet sir, really wouldn’t those employees of yours to know how much of a needy boy you are hm?” he lets out the smallest whine and his hips lift up.

“don’t fuck- don’t say shit like that, just.. just hurry up ma. please?” his glassy blue eyes glare down at yours while begging.

as soon as he’s finished your lips wrap around him once more, taking him as deep as you can now. slightly gagging as he hits that certain spot in the back of your throat, you feel him slowly rocking into your mouth — setting his own pace.

your head starts to bob up and down even faster, trying to go along with his thrusts. you feel his hand tug at your hair while pulling you further down his length, until you feel one last thrust as he paints the insides of mouth.

he sits there for a second until he lets go, watching you swallow every bit of him. you look up to see the phone hung up and long forgotten about right next to him.

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this seems too long to be a blurb tbh, but i wrote this in one sitting!! EVERYONE CHEER FOR ME >o<

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[recklessmatt]

pervy!bsf!chris x innocent!bsf!reader

᧔•᧓ content warning: smut, innocence corrpution, oral (m!receiving), semi-public/risky (under the table stuff), praise/degradation

᧔•᧓ summary: your mom invites chris to stay for dinner. she's in the kitchen, cooking the food and making small talk with him, but what she doesn't know is you're on your knees under the kitchen table!

this is part of a series, but just like most of my work, you can read it as a standalone fic!

inspired/requested by this ask ᧔•᧓

dividers by @/bernardsbendystraws

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You weren't sure how you ended up here.

A few hours ago, you and Chris were best friends - nothing more. You'd come home to study, and he'd come over to look for his hoodie - nothing more.

Then you caught him returning a pair of your panties he'd stolen. Before you knew it, one thing had led to another, and then he was on his knees with his head between your trembling legs.

He'd wiped your juices from his smug smile on his way out the door, running into your mom in the driveway. She'd invited him to stay for dinner, completely unaware of what he'd just done to you upstairs.

Now, you found yourself returning the favor under the dining room table.

As far as your mom knew, you were still in your room studying for your midterms. Instead, you were between Chris' legs, his pants and boxers hanging low on his hips with his zipper completely open and his cock out.

The floor-length table cloth kept you completely hidden from view - from everyone's view except for Chris'. He'd hiked up the fabric to be able to see your eyes, his gaze flickering between you and your mom, making sure she still had her back to the two of you.

Chris smiled down at you, his fingers combing up through the underside of your hair and guiding your lips towards his tip. He nodded, smirking down at you, encouraging you to put it in your mouth. As soon as you wrapped your lips around his head, you tasted the unfamiliar saltiness of his precum. His cock twitched at the contact, and a soft sigh passed through his lips.

Chris glanced back up when he realized your mom was talking to him. "So, Chris. How's school going?" She asked him, peeking over her shoulder as she tended to the noodles. He couldn't keep his eyes from dancing over her figure.

"It's going great, ma'am," Chris answered, trying to maintain his composure as best as he could meanwhile your tongue was softly caressing the underside of his cock. You took a bit more of him, your lips gliding down his length and grazing over every vein. His jaw dropped when he felt the warmth of your mouth.

"What did the two of you do this afternoon?" Your mother wondered, half-way glancing back again, only catching a glimpse of Chris out of the corner of her eye. He had to bite down on his bottom lip from letting some smart ass or raunchy comment slip through. He peered down at you with lust in his expression.

"Nothing much. Just been helping her study and work on her focus," he responded, a devilish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he tightened his grip on your head. He wasn't exactly lying.

"That's good to hear," your mom responded. "You're such a good influence on her." Chris relished in her comment, knowing what he was doing to you, her precious daughter, just ten feet away from her.

"I don't know about that," he chuckled, gazing down at the way your perfect, plump lips enveloped his cock and the tears that were forming in your waterline. "She is a really good girl," he purred, tossing his head back.

"You're both good kids," your mom replied with her back to the two of you. You continued bobbing your head up and down, sucking in your cheeks and trying to keep from making any noise.

The expression Chris had on his face was one of sheer bliss and overwhelming pleasure. He couldn't hold back his satisfied smile or the mischevious glint he had in his eyes.

He almost melted when you took him in all the way and let out a soft gag.

"You alright, Chris?" Your mom asked, nearly dropping her tongs as she whipped around to see what the noise was. His eyes immediately flew up, and he wiped the smug look from his face.

"Yes, ma'am," he managed to get out, reaching for his glass of water. "Sorry. I just choked on my drink."

"Oh, that reminds me!" Your mom exclaimed, trailing towards the refrigerator. "I have cold Pepsi cans if you want one," she offered, already plucking one from the fridge door.

Chris' breath hitched in his throat when he felt you wrap your fingers around the base of his shaft and shift your attention to his swollen tip.

"Oh, that's okay, ma'am. I'll pass this time," Chris replied, quickly placing both his hands above the table and making sure you were well-hidden under the tablecloth, but your mother had already cracked open the can and started pouring it into a glass for him.

"Are you sure? You never turn down a Pepsi," she responded, giving him an inquisitive look.

"I mean, I'll take it if you already opened it," he told her, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow as you gently flicked your tongue over the most sensitive spot.

She wandered over with the glass in hand, giving Chris a warm smile as she placed it in front of him. She paused for a moment, examining Chris' expression.

"Are you okay, honey? You look warm," she sweetly asked, reaching over the table and placing the back of her hand on his forehead in concern.

He slowly nodded, looking into her eyes. "A little warm, but I'm fine, ma'am. I promise," he assured her, his heart pounding away in his chest.

"Awh, you poor thing. You're burning up," She whispered, moving her hand to the side of his face, gently caressing his flushed cheek. He instinctively leaned into her touch, trying not to finish in your mouth right then and there. "Let me turn the air on," she responded, turning around and heading over towards the thermostat.

As she walked off, Chris pulled back the tablecloth, his fingers threading into your hair again, a soft moan unfurling from his lips. He couldn't get enough of you.

"Have you eaten yet today?" Your mom asked him after she fiddled with the A/C and wandered back over towards the boiling pot.

"Yeah, I ate out earlier," Chris told her, smirking down at you.

"Well, I hope you're still hungry," your mom answered, peeking back over at him briefly.

"Yes, ma'am. Trust me. I could eat all day," he smugly responded, his gaze locked onto yours.

You could feel the wet patch on the front of your underwear growing as Chris combed his fingers through your hair, guiding your movements and assisting you to speed up the pace.

Your mom continued to make small talk with him, and he continued to answer without raising any suspicion from her.

"Oh shoot!" Your mother exclaimed, turning to Chris with a splotch of spaghetti sauce on her shirt. Chris pulled his gaze off of you and glanced up at her. "I'll be right back. I've gotta go throw this in the wash before it stains. Will you go upstairs and let her know that dinner's ready?" Your mom asked, grabbing a paper towel and dabbing the spot on her top.

Chris eagerly nodded, his climax approaching as his cock started to pulse in your mouth. Your mom had disappeared from the room just in time.

Chris tightened his hold on your hair, his hips bucking up to fuck into your mouth even deeper. "That's it. Fuck yeah. Naughty little thing. Gagging on my cock while your mom's in the room, hmm?" He gazed down at you, trying to burn this image into his brain.

"Fuck. You're such a little slut. Swallow it all. C'mon, you got this," he encouraged you in a voice just above a growl. A few guttural moans passed through his lips as he filled your mouth with a hot, thick substance.

You kept your eyes on his the whole time, choking down the taste. You'd never had a boy look at you with such desperation and desire on his face. Your clit practically had its own heartbeat at this point. You pulled your mouth off of him with a pop.

"Holy shit. You swear you've never done that before?" Chris breathlessly wondered, pulling his zipper closed with a smile. You shook your head, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand as you crawled out from under the table.

"You took it so well. Like the perfect little slut," he teased you, ruffling your hair and smirking at you. Your cheeks turned red at his comment.

Chris took a long drink of his Pepsi, trying to regulate his breathing while you situated yourself at the table and made sure your hair didn't just look like Chris had had his hands in it.

A minute later, your mom returned wearing a different shirt.

"Oh, hey, sweetie. You got down here quickly," she greeted you. You nibbled on your lip to hold back a sneaky smirk. "Okay, who's hungry?" She asked, turning her back again as she reached into the cabinet for a small stack of bowls.

"Hey, wait," Chris mumbled quietly, reaching up and turning your chin to face him. He took the pad of his thumb and wiped away a bit of cum that was still visible in the corner of your mouth. The two of you exchanged a look, eyes widening for a second and eyebrows raising as you both wondered how differently the night could have gone if the two of you had been caught.

[recklessmatt]

professor!matt giving you extra credit

your tongue swirled around matt’s tip, your head bobbing down on his length as you kneeled in front of him. your knees were red as they ached from the linoleum tiles below you, your scalp burning as matt grabbed your hair and guided you.

“take it sweetheart, show me how badly you want that A+.”

you moaned at his words, your thighs clenching together as you felt your panties dampen. when you’d gotten your paper back at the end of lecture yesterday and saw you grade wasn’t what you expected, you put on the tiniest skirt you owned and went up to matt today, asking if there was anything you could do to improve your grade. and you’d gotten exactly what you wanted.

the vibrations of your moans sent waves of pleasure throughout matt’s body, his cock throbbing as your mouth was wrapped around it. you looked up at him, batting your pretty little lashes as you swallowed his dick.

his tip was bruising the back of your throat while matt fucked your face, his grip on your hair tight. his other hand stroked your cheek softly as he peered down at you, his expression fucked out.

“you take my cock so well, y’know that? no wonder you’re my best student,” he mumbled through a groan, the feeling of your lips around him euphoric.

you continued to suck him off, taking his dick as far as you possibly could. tears pooled out of your eyes, your mascara starting to run as he relentlessly thrusted into your mouth, nearing his climax.

your nose repeatedly met his lower tummy as you moved your head up and down on him, deep throating his cock. matt threw his head back in pleasure, letting out a low and guttural groan.

“shiiiit, baby, y’gonna make me cum if you keep doing that,” he moaned.

you pulled off of him, whining as you pouted up at him. “please,” you mewled, “i want you too.”

matt was seeing stars as you kneeled in front of him, wrapping your mouth against him once more as you began your ministrations again. he felt the sensation building and building in his stomach, his breathing shallow and chest heaving as he whined and groaned softly.

with a few more thrusts, matt was cumming hard down your throat, riding out his orgasm slowly. you swallowed around him, pulling off of his cock with a soft pop and opening your mouth to show him.

matt looked down at you with a lopsided grin, his hand on your jaw and thumb gently running over your bottom lip. “that’s my best girl.”

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ this takes place in college in this btw reader is over 18 !! anyway i tried to cook something up after i saw these pics bc i need him 💔💔 writing has been so hard lately sorry for the lack of fics

[recklessmatt]

— ᥫ᭡ won't bite . . . chris sturniolo

where . . . "just one more round" chris keeps telling you, but you just can't wait any longer, so you decide to get his attention in a way he absolutely cannot ignore

contains . . . smut, blowjob, semi-public sex activities? (idk how you'd label getting sucked off on stream-), slight brat!reader, mean!chris, usage of "whore" and "slut", degradation and praise.

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #2

"dude– dude! c'mon!" Chris shouts out enthusiastically whilst leaning forward in his chair, playing yet another round of Fortnite on his twitch stream, groaning and leaning back in his chair as he's killed once more, a chuckle leaving him as he tries not to hit his keyboard. "cheap shot– cheap fuckin' shot! you saw that, right chat? fuckin' stupid."

You, on the other hand, had been lying on Chris's bed, scrolling on your phone for god-knows how long, waiting for him to call it quits for the night. You'd rolled over onto your stomach, letting your phone fall to the bed as you propped yourself up on your crossed forearms.

"Are you done yet?" You asked Chris in a near whiny tone, this now being your fifth time asking — or was it your sixth? you've lost count at this point.

"Yeah, yeah just, one more round?" Chris replied with the same damn answer as before, not even turning his head to glance back at you as he got ready for a new round before you could further whine about him not keeping his previous however many promises.

You rolled your eyes and groaned quietly, huffing and pouting like a kid who wasn't getting their treat. But as you looked at his desk and noticed the spacious area underneath, an idea struck you like it was made of pure gold. You picked yourself up and slipped off of his bed, walking up to him in his chair and pressing a kiss to his cheek that he halfly returned.

"Gonna go downstairs, don't be up too much longer," You cooed, a simple deceit to get no questions out of him as he nodded and gave a little "mhm" and a glanced over "love you." Oh he had no idea what was fucking coming to him.

You walked over to the bedroom door, opening it and closing it to mimic you leaving, his head turned to the side enough to not be able to see you, and his shouting covered up you getting down to crawl underneath his desk, comfortably — or at least, as comfortable as you could get under a desk — situating yourself between his open legs. Perfect.

"Woah woah– Are you fucking kidding me?!" Chris shouted at his game whilst you rolled your eyes, before bringing your hands up to his legs, sliding your palms up his inner thighs that had him tensing up and practically jumping instantly as he looked down.

"Jesus—! fuck— scared the shit outta me..." Chris cursed before whispering under his breath, huffing as you just quietly giggled and let your hands trail up further, tugging at the waistband of his sweats and slowly pulling them down.

"Fucking crazy..." He muttered at you, huffing out a half chuckle though before he returned back to his game, making you pout as he still wasn't giving you his full attention. You palmed his cock through his boxers, feeling him twitch and slowly harden, your eyes glancing up and watching the way he bit at his bottom lip to withhold any reactions.

Slowly, you hooked your finger in the waistband of his boxers before tugging it down enough to free his cock, watching it spring up, heavy and thick, that familiar, prominent vein that ran up the underside of his cock making you lick your lips in hungry desire. You leaned forward and slowly dragged your tongue up the underside of his dick, your hand gripping the base to hold him in place.

"Fuck—" Chris muttered through gritted teeth, trying not to show on camera just how much you were affecting him, especially not wanting any of his fans to put two and two together that he was getting his dick sucked under his desk on stream. That'd be so much worse than the jacking off clip..

You smirked as you swirled your tongue around his tip, your lips wrapping around as you suckled on the head of his cock, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth. You could hear the way his fingers tapped keys and his mouse harder from trying to collect himself, before you felt his hand come down to push your face away.

"Stop that.." He muttered under his breath, eyes glancing down at you as your lips released his cock, giggling quietly up at him before mouthing "what?" with far too much attitude, especially showing through the way you pouted playfully, making his teeth clench as his hand came back up, his head shaking.

"'S just my fuckin' cat, chat," Chris explained, huffing out a chuckle to sound convincing, praying to god the fans wouldn't dig too deep into that to find his lie. But his chuckle fell short from a grunt leaving his lips involuntarily, feeling as you took as much of his cock into your mouth as you could, his tip pressed against the back of your throat in a way that had him nearly losing it.

"Shhii— Ok, chat. I, uh, think I'm gonna call it a night. Gettin' sleepy 'n shit," He kept himself as composed as he could as he felt you swallow around him, before bobbing your head, making his fists clenched and his eyes nearly flutter shut before he waved at the camera with a quick bye. "Night!"

The moment he turned his camera off and ended the stream, you pulled your lips off of his cock once more, laughing at how pissed yet flustered he looked right now, his body now leaning back in his chair as he looked down at you.

"What the fuck? Tryna get me fuckin' caught with you sucking my dick on stream like some whore?" He hissed through his teeth, narrowing his eyes at how you just smiled up at him like you didn't just have his whole cock down your throat. He knew how bratty you could get, how much attitude you wielded with him sometimes, but right now, you were really pulling an attention whore move and he let his already teased lust fuel his actions.

"That's fuckin' it—" He muttered, his hand reaching to the back of your head and pushing your mouth further down his cock in one swift move, watching the way your eyes widened at the action before moaning around his cock due to him getting handsy with you.

"Fuckin' interrupting my game.. can't wait one more goddamn round.." He muttered out under his breath, a groan spilling from his lips as you bobbed your head up and down, his head lolling back as his fingers flexed against the back of your head, before his moved them under to your nape. Gathering up your hair into his palm, he wrapped his hand around it, gripping it tight as he started to rock his hips forward.

Chris let teeth clenched moans spill from his lips, his hips picking up speed as he watched you obediently take it, the vibrations from your moans around his cock sending shivers up his spine. He couldn't help himself as he held your head down as far as it could take, groaning loudly at the way your nose pressed into his happy trail, before he rutted his hips into your mouth.

"This what you wanted? Huh? This why you wanted my attention so bad? So you could choke on my cock?" He grunted, his eyes fluttering at the sight of you, mascara already running down your cheeks as you took his cock like you were meant for it, your little gags and moans making him twitch in your mouth.

His hand finally tugged at your hair to pull you from his cock, a curse falling from his lips as you panted and let out a slurred giggle, rubbing your cheek against the side of his cock. Spit resided on your lips from sucking on his dick before you pressed your lips against his shaft, follow by your tongue, smearing it with cock drunk eyes glancing up at him.

"Fuckin' hell, baby— so fuckin' slutty for me, yeah? You like this dick that much?" He chuckled as you nodded your head, feeling as he hooked a finger under your chin to lift it up a little, his eyes looking over your face once more before humming softly, the pad of his thumb tapping on your bottom lip.

You obedient parted your lips for him, feeling as he slowly pushed his cock back into your willing mouth, groaning at the warm, wet sensation once more. He let his head loll back against the backing of his gaming chair again, his hand resting on top of your head as he let you suck him off, your mouth working him in ways no other girl in his life could ever.

The way your tongue slurped at the underside of his cock and swirled around his tip, the way you couldn't take him fully on your own, having to wrap your hand around the base to help, the way you looked like the hottest fucking thing to ever grace his eyes, hotter than any pornstar he'd ever seen. It made him nearly bust right on the spot.

"Fuck— y're gonna make me cum, baby—" Chris groaned out, feeling that tightening knot in his abdomen burning hot, making his chest rise and fall faster as he glanced down at you, his cock twitching in your mouth at the sight. "Jesus— sh-shit ma—" He breathed out, his hand sliding down to tap his thumb against your cheek, signaling to stop.

You reluctantly slipped his cock out of you mouth, a string of saliva connecting it to your lips before it broke as he wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking himself fast, his lips parting as he let out breathless, shaky curses, almost whining at how good it felt as he climbed and climbed to ecstasy.

"Open up baby, fuck— that's it, shiiitt—" He gasped out before moaning loudly, his eyes fluttering and his body trembling in pleasure as he finally hit his peak, watching as warm, pearly ropes of cum spurted from his cock, landing on your stuck out tongue and your cheeks, groaning at the way you giggled and your breath felt hot against his aching tip.

His hand continued to stroke his now spent cock, riding out his high before finally stilling his trembling hand and letting his body lay back in his chair, admiring the sight of you cleaning up his mess. He watched as you climbed up into his lap, a hiss leaving his clenched teeth at feeling you pressed against his weak cock, before chuckling breathlessly.

"There... did that make up for making you wait so long?" He huffed out, his hand sliding up your thigh and squeezing the plush skin there.

"Mhmmm," You giggled, leaning in to kiss his lips, biting at his bottom lip to earn one more groan from him before he playfully glared at you, shaking his head.

"You little fuckin' minx."

☆ : this is deadass my favorite song on this album, only rivaled by talk dirty and addiction 😝 this was fr one of the top three I was most excited to write 😭 still hope you guys enjoy <33

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[recklessmatt]

— ᥫ᭡ rules . . . matt sturniolo

where . . . matt wants to treat you to one of your favorite pastimes; shopping. but when you show him the cutest lingerie set, he can't wait a moment before getting you into a changing room and showing you just how much he likes it

contains . . . smut, public sex, unprotected p in v, praising, slight mirror sex, sugar daddy!matt, sugar baby!reader, non-mentioned age gap, fluff at the end

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #3

Three hours. Three whole hours the two of you had spent shopping. That's it.

Well, to be fair, it was the beginning of summer, a need for new outfits and bathing suits, and as much as you loved shopping, Matt loved spending his money on you, showering you in anything you wanted. A shopping spree was the perfect date for today.

You'd already browsed swimwear along with dresses, getting yourself a few bikinis that already had Matt adjusting himself in his pants just thinking about you flaunting your tanned little body in them near his pool and fucking you before even letting you touch the water.

And even after saying you were good for the day, you just couldn't help yourself the moment you saw a lingerie story, dragging Matt into it with you like you had with all the others, making him hold your bags and any clothes you'd spotted on the way to go try them on.

"Oh my gosh! Matt! Look at how cute this one is!" You practically squealed, holding up a gorgeous baby blue lingerie set against your chest, the lace designs so beautifully intricate, you couldn't help but feel bad knowing Matt would tear it off of you within seconds if you actually got it.

His eyes looked up from his phone with a raised eyebrow, before they widened, a soft whistle leaving his lips as he stepped closer and brought a hand out to gently touch the set, the fabric so soft between his fingertips. "Shit, angel... That's fuckin' gorgeous," He breathed out, biting his bottom lip at the already forming thoughts of you wearing it.

"I think it'd look amazing with the sundress, don'tcha think?" You asked him with a giddy smile on your lips, and just those words had him nearly busting in his goddamn jeans like a hormonal teenager.

Changing room. He needed to find you a changing room now.

It didn't take long for that to happen, and it didn't take any longer for Matt to make sure the coast was clear before sneaking into the changing room with you, closing and locking the door the moment he stepped in.

You giggled as he snuck in, watching as he sat down as if an audience here to watch you, and as he encouraged you to start trying on your outfits, you didn't waste a second more before stripping out of your clothes.

You picked up the lingerie set, smiling at yourself through the mirror, before putting it on, the baby blue fabric looking absolutely delicious on your delicate skin, as if a meal prepared just for Matt to sink his teeth into. Then, you'd grabbed the sundress you'd had in one of the bags from one of the previous stores you'd been through earlier, slipping into the white, flowery fabric, the spaghetti straps showing off your shoulders and collarbone flawlessly.

"God I love this dress, I'm so happy we got it," You smiled as you twirled in it, watching the flowy skirt spin in front of the mirror, but as Matt's eyes stayed on you, he couldn't help the way pure and utter desire coursed through his body, fueling the tent in his pants that twitched and throbbed.

“There's a little thing I wanted to check out, angel,” He cooed before stepping up from his seat, a surprised squeak leaving your lips as his hands gripped at your hips through the sundress, his touch sending shivers up your spine as you leaned forward into the wall, your hands coming up to hold yourself against it.

“Matt…” You whimpered out, biting your soft, glossy lip as his hands slid to then grip your ass, before they slid down the backs of your thighs and tugged up the skirt of your sundress, lifting it up and over the panties of that lingerie set he’d gotten you to try on, which, thank fuckin’ god.

"Look so fuckin' pretty, making me get all worked up just watching you dress up for me," He purred in your ear, his hips slowly grinding against your plush ass. You whined softly at the action, looking back at him with pretty doe eyes and the cutest pout that had him nearly buckling at the knees.

"Gotta fuck this sweet pussy, angel, I can't help it," Matt groaned softly, a whimper leaving your lips at the loss of his hands on you, but the sound of his belt and zipper coming undone made up for that, making your panties soaked from excitement and slight anxiousness due to where you two were.

"Matt, we can't, we're in public. What if we get caught?" You protested, your tone holding hardly any true worry about if the two of you got caught or not.

"Then I guess you just have to be quiet, baby," Matt whispered into your ear from behind, nipping at your earlobe to make you shiver, and as you felt his fingers hook into the band of your panties before pulling them down, all of your words fell flat as if you'd never said them.

You shuddered at the air against your sopping entrance, before you felt Matt's fingers slowly run through your folds, gathering your juices on his fingertips before bringing them up to his lips, licking them clean with a soft, needy moan.

"Y' always taste so fuckin' good, angel. Making me addicted to this pussy," He chuckled, gripping at his thick, leaking cock whilst his other hand gripped your hip. He held you steady as he dragged his tip through your folds in a similar motion, mixing your leaking juices together before the head of his cock notched at your entrance, gently pushing in and earning a breathy moan from both of you.

"Fuuck, baby–" Matt groaned out as he slowly sheathed himself inside of you, holding himself back from cumming right on the spot at how warm and wet your sweet cunt felt around his thick cock, the way your walls clenched around him as a needy little whine left your lips.

He slowly started rocking his hips, eyes screwed shut with his forehead pressed against your shoulder, his hands gripping your waist so tightly, he was sure there’d be bruising in the same place by tomorrow. Just the thought of it made his possessiveness over you flare up.

You felt as he slid one of his hands up underneath your dress whilst his other held onto your hip, his fingers teasing over your skin before he cupped one of your breasts, palming it through the thin fabric of the lingerie bra you had on. His breathing was becoming harder against your skin, feeling as his teeth grazed your neck before biting at a sensitive spot that had you moaning out.

"M-Matt-" But your cry was muffled as quickly as it came out, his other hand now cupped over your mouth to keep you quiet, your head turning back to look at him with furrowed brows at the pleasure.

"What did I say, baby? You gotta follow the rules," He teased in your ear, his hips picking up speed as his hand slid back down from your breast to your hip, keeping you steady as your own hands clawed at the wall. "Be quiet."

Sloppy sounds emitted from your coupling, a noise you knew was probably almost as loud as your noises, but you willed yourself to believe it was hardly noticeable. You felt the way the tip of his cock reached deep inside you, making your thighs start to shake.

You turned your head to the side a bit, your eyes catching the mirror on the wall next to the two of you that you'd practically forgotten about. You watched the way Matt fucked you, nice and deep, his pace quickening and getting a little harder — a clear sign of his impending orgasm. The way your pretty sundress was raked up around your waist and your panties were down at your ankles.

You couldn't help the way you moaned loudly, albeit muffled by his palm, your eyes fluttering in ecstasy at the sight.

"Mmm– Mmff–" You whined behind Matt's hand, one of your hands moving from the wall to grip onto his arm, your legs starting to tremble as you felt that familiar burning sensation in your tummy, that pleasure building up more and more within you.

"Fuckin' shit– M' gonna cum, baby. You gonna cum with me?" He panted in your ear, grinning breathlessly at the way you frantically nodded you head, noticing your glossed over eyes and the way you were gripping onto him for dear life. "C'mon baby, give it to me. Give it to me, please, angel— Oh my god—"

Suddenly, you felt your orgasm hit you like a truck, your back arching beautifully, your nails digging into his skin and the wall, and your pussy gushing all over his cock. Your mind went fuzzy as you heard him groan before spilling his warm load into you, painting your walls with his seed as his hips rutted against you.

After a few more moments of riding out your highs and collecting as much as you could of yourselves, you felt as Matt released you mouth, before tugging your head towards him and capturing your lips in a passionate, deep kiss. The moment you parted, saliva connecting your lips before breaking, panting fell from both of you, chests rising and falling in near unison.

"So fuckin' pretty... prettiest little thing, even when your fucked out.." Matt murmured sweet nothings to you, making you weakly giggle as he peppered your cheeks and neck with kisses, anywhere he could press a kiss, he did.

"M' gonna buy you this, no ands, ifs, or buts," He explained, chuckling softly at your adorable giggles, his kisses brushing over your shoulders and the back of your neck. "Then we'll go get anything else you want. Anything, angel."

"M' done with shopping... wanna go home now..." You murmured back with a tired smile, clearly worn out not only from that amazing fuck, but also from the full day of shopping.

"Whatever you want, baby. We'll go home, get all cozy, and put on a movie. How's that sound?" He whispered softly into your ear, his voice so full of love and adoration for you.

"Do I get to pick the movie?" You asked with a little smile on your lips, earning a chuckle from Matt as he pecked your lips with a sweet kiss.

"Yeah, you can pick the movie, angel."

☆ : (they're actually so cute, wtf-) he totally had to pay the workers there for compensation. they were NOT quiet at all 😋 sorry if this one seemed a little rushed, I'm really exhausted from a 4 hour long grad party 😭 but I hope you guys enjoy!! <33

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[recklessmatt]

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔 ✧ 𝑴.𝑺

𝒃𝒔𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕! Teasing him about it before giving him head like in his fantasies. "Ooh, fuuuck-- You’re such a good girl. Such a good girl for me... Taking me so—mmph—deep."

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. «𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏» «𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕»

𝒘𝒄. 𝟏.𝟏 𝒌

𝒂𝒏. Yeah, so here’s the second part ☺️

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! || Every part can be read as a standalone!

The drive home was rather quick thanks to Matt’s driving skills and the road being almost free of cars.

Everything blurred together as Matt’s brain zeroed in on the feeling his cock twitching helplessly in his pants. He desperately swallowed down the whimper forcing its way up his throat, not wanting you or his brothers to hear it.

The moment he walked in through the front door almost felt like a reward—something he earned through resilience and patience. Which was just surviving having a hard-on for almost an hour long, but to him it felt like he endured severe physical pain.

Matt briskly walked towards his room, shouting something about having a bad headache and needing a nap. When in reality, he was just going to jerk off.

No one suspected a thing. No one except you.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

Just as Matt pulled out his dick and was about to give his poor swollen member some relief, you opened his bedroom door and nonchalantly walked inside, closing it behind yourself.

He quickly pulled the cover over himself, startled by your sudden appearance, his cheeks flushing a rosy hue.

"Don’t you know how to fucking knock? And can’t you see that I’m busy?" He tried to sound frustrated but his tone lacked any real anger, sounding more embarrassed than pissed off.

"Sorry," you said, but it definitely didn’t sound like you meant it. And the way your lips curled up at the corners further proved to him that you were enjoying seeing him embarrassed.

He watched intently as you walked over to his bed – where he sat, leaning against the bedframe, still half naked under the covers – and the way your hips moved with each step you took made him want to grip them tightly and fuck the living daylight out of you—

"So," you began, making him snap out of his fantasy, "What exactly were you "busy" with before I came in?"

Your innocent question almost made him groan out loud but he held himself back and instead took a deep breath, exhaling shakily before he muttered out a gruff response.

"You know exactly what I was doing."

Your smirk widened slightly – almost teasingly – at his words, and you leaned forward, your eyes locked onto his heavily dilated ones.

"Yeah, I do." You admitted with a soft chuckle, the sound making his dick jump.

"Since I know why you’re this hard and aching... Why don’t I lend you a hand..." You trailed off, your smirk widening further, turning into a wolfish grin as you said your next words, knowing exactly how much it would affect him.

"Or a mouth."

Matt’s breath hitched in his throat at your offer to help him jerk off and potentially give him head.

He’d be a fool to refuse your generous offer now wouldn’t he?

𝟓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

Matt’s chest heaved with ragged breaths as he watched you position yourself between his spread legs, you gaze locked onto his cock. The sight of you looking so intently at his length made it twitch.

His tip was flushed a deep shade of red, a fresh bead of pearly cum forming on his slit before slowly sliding down the head of his cock and towards his base, his length twitching at the sensation.

Your fingers gently wrapped around his base, slowly stroking up towards his tip, tightening your hold on his shaft subtly as you did so. You gulped softly when you felt his dick throb in your hand, hearing his soft groan doing wonders to make you soak through your panties.

Slowly picking up pace, you leaned down, making Matt’s breath hitch in anticipation of what’s about to come.

Your tongue darted out to lick the precum dribbling down his cockhead. Matt hissed softly when you licked a long stripe up the sensitive underside of his shaft next—from base to tip.

His head fell back against the wall with a soft thud when you wrapped your plump lips around his cock, his eyes fluttering closed briefly before snapping open, not wanting to miss your pretty eyes looking up at him as you took him deeper.

"Juust like that..." Matt whispered huskily, his fingers tangling in your hair and scrunching it up, not pulling or guiding for now, just trying to ground himself from the pleasure.

He stared down at you, lips parted and eyes slightly glazed over and hooded, watching you in awe as you took him deeper.

"Ooh, fuuuck-- You’re such a good girl. Such a good girl for me... Taking me so—mmph—deep." Matt groaned softly.

The tip of your nose grazed his pelvis before you pulled away, gasping for air as your hand pumped his length—as if to replace your mouth while you caught your breath.

Your mouth was quick to be back around his cock, your eyes watering beautifully as you looked up at him, gagging subtly when his tip suddenly hit the back of your throat.

His hips slowly began to thrust up in rhythm with the bobbing of your head, beginning to fuck your mouth as he got lost in the pleasure you were giving him.

His hands held your head, now guiding it along his shaft in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. The knowledge that you were letting him use your mouth however he wanted made his dick throb urgently against your tongue.

Feeling his balls draw up tight, he quickly pulled out his length, wanting to see his release on your face as he fisted his cock furiously, and you quickly stuck your tongue out, realizing what he wanted.

"Shit--shit! I’m so close! Fuuckkk... C-cumming—mmph-ah!"

His eyes rolled back briefly as the pressure in his abdomen exploded, his vision blurring for a moment as white-hot pleasure prickled throughout his whole body.

Matt’s hips jerked in time with his orgasm, his hand blurring over his cock as rope after rope of sticky cum painted your face and tongue a pearly shade of white.

He watched as you swallowed the bit of cum that landed on your tongue, his breath coming in short shuddering pants as the last bit of his load spurted out.

Sated, Matt slumped back against the bedframe, his eyes closing briefly as he tried to catch his breath, subtle tremors still running through his body due to the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.

"That was- You’re so- I can’t even..." He trailed off, unable to even form a proper sentence, his mind still fogged with pleasure.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

You went to wash your face since he came all over it and he took the time you were gone to recover.

Matt turned towards you when you came back and sat on the bed beside him, his eyes glinting with lingering hunger as he looked down at your plump lips that were wrapped around his shaft earlier, before looking back up into your eyes.

What he said next made your breath hitch.

"It’s only fair that I return the favor, no?" He murmured as he gently pushed you down, making you fall back on his bed, your hair sprawling out on his silk sheets.

"It’s my turn to make you feel good, sweetheart."

𓆩♡𓆪

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[recklessmatt]

— matt breeding you

★ lactation kink + domestic roleplay ★

“mhmm” matt hums against your neck, gently nibbling on your skin. “you smell so good” he continues, his large palm tracing undefined patterns across your thighs, eventually giving your flesh a light smack. matt says something unintelligible, nuzzling his beard against your chest as you adjust your position on his lap. “what is it babe?” you ask, gently tugging on his hair.

matt blinks slowly, his blue orbs admiring every feature of yours. “how did i get so lucky?” he speaks, placing a strand of hair behind your ear. “my beautiful, beautiful wife” matt compliments you as his hands travel around your body, gradually moving your dress upwards. “no panties?” matt furrows his eyebrows once he reaches your hips, squeezing you. 

a sly grin appears on your face as you press your body against matt’s, feeling his hardened cock through his jeans. you sigh heavily at the small friction the fabric gives you — but it’s not enough. matt places both hands under your ass, getting up from the couch and carrying you to the bedroom. he peeks at the kids room — through the half opened door, he could see the twins were sleeping heavily. matt playfully tosses you against the mattress, quickly locking the door and dragging his feet back to you, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. 

“wanna fuck another baby in you” he says, helping you to remove your dress. you’re laying underneath him, his cold necklace brushing against your chest. he almost breaks — the “can i?” was on the tip of his tongue, and if you had said anything — he’d immediately submit to you. but he was too hungry for that. matt craved every inch of you. 

matt latches his lips around your lips, swirling his tongue on your hardened nub before sucking it. his fingers reach for your drenched pussy, rubbing your clit in fast-paced circular motions, causing you to moan in pleasure. matt’s eyes roll back as he feels the first droplets of milk landing on his tongue, sucking even harder.

he pulls back with a groan, almost as if he was forcing himself to stop. matt gives your clit light taps before wrapping his knuckles around his own shaft, pumping himself and adjusting his swollen, flushed tip on your entrance. 

matt throws his head back as he enters you, his dick stretching your throbbing pussy. “m-matt!” you call as you notice milk leaking from your tits, dripping down your torso. “fuck” matt mumbles, burying his cock inside you.

your fingers look for anything — his hand, his shoulders, his hair. you scratch matt’s back as he starts moving, dragging his huge dick in and out of you. he goes back to your breasts, squeezing one of them so more milk would come out. he starts sucking again, his movements growing faster and rougher.

“wanna have you always like this” matt starts, panting heavily. “pretty and pregnant” he says, resting his palm on your lower tummy. he knows he’s gonna be able to see his own length if he presses a little bit harder, but that also means he’s gonna gonna cum faster. “need’a breed you” matt continues, more to himself than to you.

that well-known knot starts to tighten. matt’s tip hits your cervix several times, pre-cum dripping down your walls. “knock me up” you manage to speak, chewing on your bottom lip. “please— ah! wan’ get pregnant again please—” you cry, feeling matt’s shaft twitching.

“gonna fill you up” he says as his orgasm approached. “g-get all my babies inside you” matt says, sloppily pounding into you, reaching for his own high. “cum around my cock babe” he asks, and that’s all it takes for your orgasm wash over your. your pussy squeezes his dick so tightly he ends up coming sooner than planned, his warm, thick cum mixing with your juices.

matt slows his movements, his thrusts becoming lighter before pulling out. he watches with a satisfied smile as cum oozes from your hole, staining the sheets underneath you. matt lays next to you, giving your tummy a kiss. “another baby on the way”.

i’m sorry for not being consistent with posting but i promise i will finish the 1 year special during the first week of june <3 and i fear im not getting over bearded matt anytime soon sooooo here’s another one. inspired by @owenstar’s amazing work here, my muse! hope you like this one 🤍 if you wanna be added to the special taglist please comment on this post!

[recklessmatt]

TATTOO APPOINTMENT - m.sturniolo

in which: tattoo artist matt teases you the entire time while doing the tattoo on you.

You almost cancel. Twice.

The shop is darker than expected, low-lit and humming with the buzz of needles and quiet indie rock. You chew your lip as you step inside, fingers clenched in your hoodie sleeves.

Then you see him.

Matt. Tattoo artist. Inked forearms. Rings on every other finger. A smirk that feels like it could undo you with a glance.

“You the 3 o’clock?” he asks, eyes raking over you—not in a creepy way, but like he can already tell you’re nervous as hell.

You nod. Mute.

He chuckles under his breath and motions you over. “First one?”

“Yeah,” you manage.

“You’re shaking,” he teases gently, guiding you to the chair. “You gonna pass out on me, angel?”

“No.” You barely mumble the word out and he just chuckles softly again.

The pet name makes your cheeks warm. You sit, trying not to overthink, but your heart spikes as he asks where you want it.

You whisper it.

High on your ribcage. Just under your bra.

Matt raises a brow. “Bold spot for a shy girl.”

“I didn’t think it through,” you admit, flustered.

He smirks. “Sure you did. You just didn’t think I’d be the one touching you.”

You blink. He’s already slipping on gloves.

“Shirt off, just enough for me to work,” he says gently, and when you hesitate, he adds, “I’ll keep it professional—mostly.” He winks.

Your fingers tremble as you lift your shirt, laying back as he sanitizes your skin with cold alcohol.

“Sorry—cold,” he murmurs, fingers grazing the edge of your ribs, lingering more than they need to.

You gasp, and he chuckles. “That ticklish?”

“A little,” you whisper.

“Sensitive, huh?” He’s definitely smirking now. “You’re gonna be fun.”

You flinch at the sound of the needle turning on, and Matt reaches out—laces your fingers with his.

“Breathe for me, angel.”

His voice is low, patient. He watches you closely, thumb brushing circles over your knuckles while his other hand works.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you say, breath shaky.

“You’re blushing so hard,” he grins. “That for me or the pain?”

You roll your eyes, which makes him laugh.

“I like flustering you,” he admits, leaning down, mouth closer to your ear now. “You’re adorable like this.”

You squeeze his hand, not trusting yourself to speak.

“Relax,” he murmurs, voice softening. “You’re doing perfect.”

The pain fades. All you feel now is his hand in yours. His breath against your skin. And the steady beat of your heart telling you this might’ve been a terrible idea—

Or the best one you’ve ever had.

He finishes with a soft click of the machine and a satisfied exhale.

“Done,” Matt murmurs, leaning back a little to admire his work. “You survived.”

You blink up at him, dazed—part from the adrenaline, part from how close he still is. His hand hasn’t left yours.

“Let me clean you up, angel.”

He grabs a wipe and leans in again, running it gently along your freshly inked skin. His touch is tender now, no teasing, just quiet focus. Still, your breath catches. His fingers brush just beneath the edge of your bra, a little too slow to be strictly professional. He notices. Of course he does.

“Still ticklish?” he asks, lips twitching.

“A little,” you whisper.

Matt glances up, catching your eyes, and his gaze lingers. “You okay?”

You nod.

He places a clean bandage over the tattoo, then finally pulls off his gloves with a snap. “Looks good. Wanna see?”

You sit up carefully, heart still thudding. He passes you the mirror and steps back—but not far.

It does look good. Simple. Delicate. Right where you wanted it.

You’re too distracted by the heat in your cheeks to say anything.

Matt steps in again, tilting your chin with his finger.

“Hey,” he says softly. “You did good. Brave for a first timer.”

“Thanks,” you say. “I thought I was gonna cry.”

He grins. “You didn’t. You held my hand instead. Kinda sweet.”

You glance away, flustered.

He doesn’t let you.

“Can I ask you something?” he says, voice lower now.

You nod.

“That spot you picked…” His eyes drop to your ribs, then back to yours. “Was that really an accident?”

Your breath catches.

“Because if it wasn’t,” he continues, stepping close again, his fingers brushing your wrist now, “you should know it drove me a little insane.”

You stare at him, heart in your throat.

“I’m not supposed to hit on clients,” he adds, cocky grin creeping back, “but you’re makin’ that really hard.”

Your voice is barely there. “What would you do if I wasn’t your client anymore?”

Matt’s smile deepens.

“I’d take you out,” he murmurs, fingers finding yours again. “Somewhere quiet. Somewhere I can call you angel without gloves on.”

You don’t answer.

You just nod—

And Matt doesn’t wait.

He lifts your hand to his lips, presses a soft kiss to your knuckles, then looks at you like he’s already planning the next time he gets to touch your skin.

“Tomorrow night?” he asks.

You smile.

“Yeah. Tomorrow.”

A/N:

love tattoo artist matt. love tattoo artist matt. love tattoo artist matt. love tattoo artist matt. love tattoo artist matt. love tattoo artist matt. love tattoo artist matt. love tattoo artist matt. love tattoo artist matt. love tattoo artist matt.

[recklessmatt]

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hacker!matt desperatly has to find a way to hack into

popular!reader's phone again.

file-warnings: stalking, male and female masturbation

you sat in the cramped lecture hall, the faint hum of the projector overhead mixing with the rustle of notebooks and the occasional cough from someone a few rows back. it was a typical tuesday morning at college—intro to programming, a class you only half-paid attention to because the professor’s monotone voice could put anyone to sleep. your phone buzzed on the desk, screen lighting up with a text from a friend about some party this weekend. you smirked, tapping out a quick reply, oblivious to the pair of eyes watching you from across the room.

matt slouched in his seat near the back, his hoodie pulled low over his forehead, hair spilling out in messy strands. he kind of looked like every other guy to be honest. he didn't dress in any 'weird' or 'nerdy' way, but there was something sharper in the way his blue eyes flicked toward you. he wasn’t just some slacker coasting through college. matt was a hacker, the kind who could dismantle a system in his sleep, and he’d been trying to crack into your phone for weeks. not that he hadn't done it before, he's hacked into your phone and other devices multiple times, but recently, your phone’s security was tighter than usual, probably because apple had sent you a warning when matt wasn't careful enough with hacking into it last time. some custom encryption he couldn’t quite unravel, and it was driving him up the wall.

the reason why exactly it was making him go insane was because last night, when he went to touch himself, knowing after a long day and a night out you'd shower, maybe even find relief in touching yourself as well, he was left needy and frustrated when your phone kept kicking him out. no mater what he did, your phone just wouldn't cooperate.

he chewed the inside of his cheek, spinning a pen between his fingers as he watched you scroll through your screen. he’d tried phishing links, brute-forcing your password, even sniffing the campus wifi for vulnerabilities—nothing worked. it was starting to feel personal, like your phone was taunting him. then, last night, hunched over his laptop in the living room of the house he shared with his brothers, the idea hit him: if he couldn’t hack it, he’d break it. get you a new one. slip in a backdoor before you even turned it on. his lips had curled into a grin at the thought, a little twisted but undeniably clever.

now, he just needed an opening. class ended, and you shoved your stuff into your backpack, slinging it over one shoulder as you headed out. matt followed at a distance, hands in his pockets, blending into the crowd of students spilling into the hall. he caught sight of you by the vending machines, fishing coins out of your jeans to grab a soda. perfect. he ambled over and “accidentally” bumped into you just as you turned around. your phone slipped from your hand, clattering to the tile floor with a sickening crack.

“shit, my bad,” matt muttered, crouching down to pick it up before you could. the screen was shattered, spiderwebs of glass radiating from one corner. he held it out to you, his expression all apologetic, but inside, he was buzzing. “damn, that looks rough. still work?”

you took it from him, frowning as you pressed the power button. nothing. just a dead, black screen. “great,” you sighed, “there goes my whole life.”

“m' sorry..” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “i’ve got an extra one back at my place, though. new model, still in the box. you can have it if you want—save you the hassle of dealing with the repair shop.” his tone was offhand, like it was no big deal, but his pulse ticked up a notch waiting for your answer.

you hesitated, eyeing him for a second. you’d seen matt around—quiet guy, always tinkering with something in the lab—but you didn’t really know him. still, a free phone was a free phone. “yeah, okay,” you said finally. “that’d be awesome, thanks.”

he flashed a lopsided grin, leading you across campus to his place. he dug through a drawer, pulling out a sleek, unopened phone box. “here,” he said, tossing it to you. “all yours.”

you caught it, tearing into the packaging while he leaned against the desk, watching. what you didn’t know—what you couldn’t know—was that he’d already cracked it open days ago, slipped in a custom firmware with a remote access trojan buried deep in the system. camera, mic, everything—he’d have it all. you powered it on, the screen glowing to life, and started setting it up, oblivious to the way his fingers twitched slightly, itching to get back to his laptop.

“looks good,” you said, pocketing it. “thanks..”

“nah, don’t worry about it,” he replied, shrugging. “just glad it’s not going to waste.”

you left, and he waited a few minutes before locking the door, rushing up to his room and booting up his rig. the monitor flickered on, lines of code scrolling as he connected to the backdoor he’d planted. your camera feed popped up, grainy at first, then sharpening as you walked into your dorm room across campus. he leaned back in his chair, heart pounding a little harder than he’d admit, watching you toss your bag onto the bed and kick off your shoes. nothing special yet, just you being you, but the thrill was in the control. he could see you whenever he wanted again.

later that night, he couldn’t sleep. the room was dark except for the blue glow of his screen, the hum of his pc fan the only sound. he pulled up the feed again. you were in bed, the soft light of a lamp casting shadows across your walls—posters, a cluttered bookshelf, a half-dead plant in the corner. you’d changed into an oversized t-shirt, hair messy, scrolling through the new phone he’d given you. then, the phone started moving in a way that made him sit up straighter, turning up the volume of his headset. matt saw the expression on your face, hearing the small whimpering noises slipping past your lips, and knew what was going on behind the screen.

he'd been waiting for it all night..

matt’s breath hitched. he shouldn’t—he knew that somewhere in the back of his head—but the line was already blurred, and he was too far gone to care. he unzipped his jeans, hand slipping inside as he watched you shift, the shirt riding up slightly to expose the soft skin of your perfect tits. "shit—" matt hissed, his grip tightened, movements slow at first, eyes locked on the screen. your room smelled like lavender, he imagined from what he'd seen trough your camera so far, from that candle you always burned. he pictured the way you’d gasp if you knew, and just as his thoughts wandered to what your reaction would be if you knew what was going on behind the little screen you held in your hand, you moaned, wet sounds of your fingers working on yourseld echoing. he thought about what those moans would sound like if he was the one pulling them out of you, the thought sending a jolt through him.

the feed stuttered slightly as you picked up your pace, fingering yourself, but matt reloaded the page, keeping you in frame, fresh and in perfect quality. his hand moved faster, rougher, the sound of his breathing filling the silence of his room. "fuuuuck, y/n—"he whimpered pathetically, watching you as you bit your lip, breathing heavily as you tried to hold back your moans, and he groaned low in his throat, imagining the heat between your legs, the wetness clinging to his fingers instead of yours, the slickness he couldn’t see but could guess at. "fuck—fuck—fuck..." matt gasped out, body tensing up as cum hit his knuckles, hot and sticky, as he finished, chest heaving, eyes still glued to you lying there, oblivious, reaching your orgasm in synch to him without even knowing.

he wiped his hand on his shirt, leaned back, and smirked at the screen. “so fuckin' sexy..” he muttered to no one, already thinking about tomorrow, and the day after, and the many more days he'd watch you touch yourself, doing it with you.

@loser41ifee GAVE THE IDEA FOR THIS! (i hope i did a good job cause omg this took me way to long to actually start writing.)

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[recklessmatt]

‎ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ Bf .ᐟ Matt x Bow .ᐟ Reader

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Matt likes to keep you spread wide open…and cum all over your chest 💦

He loves playing with you on his lap until you’re shaking 🫦

Eating you out with his glasses on 🤓

Loves when you struggle to ride him while wearing all your pretty bows 🎀

“Ride my thigh, needy girl” 🥰

Slow. Deep. Strokes. 💯

He really likes spanking you until your ass is cherry red 🍒

Lifting you up and pounding you 💪

He fucks you in your dorm 🪑

It’s a tight fit…but you guys make it work… 💢

Aftercare Extra: Matt loves caressing your face/hair while you’re laying in his lap 🩷

A/N: Ummmm so I was horny and I thot I’d share ✨

With love and big tits, Rose 🌹

[recklessmatt]

⇢ 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓

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matt’s forehead’s pressed to yours, curls damp and sticking to his skin, eyes all heavy and dark when he looks at you.

he’s got your thighs pushed up around his hips, hands gripping hard enough to bruise, and his cock is dragging through your folds in slow, teasing glides— barely even thrusting, just pressing in, pulling back, grinding against your clit like he’s trying to make you beg.

“y’feel that?” he mutters, voice low and tight like he’s barely holding back. “how fucking wet you are for me?”

you nod, but it’s not enough.

“say it, baby. tell me who’s making you this wet.”

you’re already breathless, voice catching as you whisper, “you. you, matt— fuck—”

“atta girl. all mine, yeah?” his hips stutter forward, cock sliding right along your clit again, and you arch up, gasping.

“god, i can feel you soaking me,” he groans, pressing you down with one hand when you try to move. “don’t fuckin’ move. pretty little slut.”

you whimper, nails clawing at his arms, and he laughs— a low, breathy sound that’s more wrecked than cocky.

“so desperate,” he murmurs, voice shaking. “fuck— you’re gonna make me cum like this.”

his rhythm starts breaking. less teasing now, more urgent. his cock slips against you again and again, sliding just right, and his breath hitches hard.

“shit— fuck, baby, i’m not gonna last—”

he sounds pissed about it, like he wanted to wreck you first but your pussy’s got him already spiraling. you smile, smug and breathless, and he catches it, groans again.

“don’t—don’t look at me like that,” he growls, hips grinding harder, messier. “fuck, i’m serious, i’ll cum right now—”

“do it,” you whisper, mouth against his jaw. “c’mon, matt. make a mess.”

his whole body jolts like you flipped a switch. his grip tightens on your hips, head dropping to your shoulder as he starts fucking against you— still outside, still humping through your slick, but way rougher now, way closer.

“oh my god— fuckfuckfuck i’m cumming—”

he spills right there, cock twitching between your folds, breath breaking into short, strangled moans as he finishes all over you. it’s hot and desperate and he just melts, hips still grinding slow like he can’t stop even though his arms are shaking from how hard it hit.

you’re both panting when you reach between your bodies and wrap your hand around him, still hard, still leaking.

“inside me,” you say.

he barely lifts his head, eyes half lidded and blown out, mouth parted. “baby— i just—”

you smile, kiss him slow. “you can take it.”

he groans deep in his chest, and then he’s lining himself up, guiding his still sensitive cock to your entrance. he pushes in slow, jaw clenched tight, and the second he bottoms out he gasps— actually gasps, like the overstimulation hit him like a truck.

“oh fuck, oh my god—” he moans, forehead pressing into your shoulder.

his thrusts are shallow at first, trying to hold on, trying to stay in control, but he’s whining with every stroke now, cock twitching inside you like he’s on the edge again already.

“so tight— too much—it’s too fucking much, i can’t—”

“you can,” you breathe, locking your legs around him again. “c’mon, baby, be good for me. give me another one.”

he groans like it hurts, hips jerking forward. “you’re gonna be the death of me,” he says, gravelly and low.

he fucks you slow, but it’s shaky, uneven. like every thrust is pushing him closer to another orgasm he’s not ready for. his moans are softer now, whinier, almost desperate.

“please— baby, please,” he whimpers, face buried in your neck. “i’m gonna cum again, fuck, i can’t stop—”

“don’t stop,” you whisper. “fill me up, matt. i want all of it.”

he lets go completely.

his hips snap forward one last time and he cums again, right inside you this time, moaning your name so loud it makes you clench around him. his whole body’s trembling, arms giving out so he collapses onto you, cock twitching where he’s still buried deep.

you run your fingers through his hair, soothing, and he just lays there. wrecked, whimpering, still breathing hard against your throat.

a/n: ft. top 10 loudest zenith moans. i love being a switch

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[recklessmatt]

✎ 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬 『 +𝟏𝟖 』

ⓘ best friends? ᚐ sexual tension ᚐ blowjob ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟐.𝟐𝐤

it had been an overall good day for you. you were out with a friend of yours, having gotten your nails done and now eating lunch with her. your friend started to talk about her recent little hook up. it wasn’t anything unusual, you were used to hearing your friends talk about stuff like that, but today... something in you was more curious than ever.

your friend went on and on about how good it was and how more guys should be like the one that she fucked at that party two days ago. she suddenly nudged your arm and leaned in to whisper in a hushed tone. "he was huge, like, quite literally choked me with it—it was definitely an experience." she laughed, immediately switching to a different topic but you couldn’t shake off the sudden flicker of curiosity.

blowjob. you had never done it before and all because you were intimidated by the idea of having a dick in your mouth. now though, the intimidation was gone, only leaving curiosity behind. the curiousity was persistent enough to keep lurking in the back of your mind, even as you stepped foot inside the triplets place later that day.

chris, your best friend, was sitting on his gaming chair—his back facing you—when you walked into his room. he was so concentrated on his game that he didn’t even notice you at first. you shrugged it off and immediately plopped on his bed, sprawled out like a starfish as you closed your eyes, relaxing on his bed like you owned it.

after a few minutes, chris stretched, taking off his headset and stood up to probably get something to drink and that’s when he noticed you. his eyes widened and he recoiled, putting a hand over his heart, not having expected to see you—or anyone in that matter—on his bed.

"kid- you fucking scared me, when did you even get here?" he shook his head, laughing despite his initial surprise. "laying on my bed like you own the shit, get up." he walked over to you with a silly grin, probably plotting something, but you sat up right as he approached the bed, making him jolt in surprise at your sudden movement.

"what’s wrong with you toda-" "how do you give someone a blowjob?" chris immediately paused, mouth still agape from the word he was about to say before you cut him off. he stared at you blankly and you stared back at him, determined. a part of you regretted your words, but you were too far gone into the curiosity to take it back. "what does it feel like?" you pressed on, leaning forward towards him.

"what did you say?" chris blinked at you, not sure if he heard it right or if he was just hearing shit. "did you just- did you seriously just ask me how to give someone head?" he burst out laughing, plopping on the bed beside you as he lost his shit—not believing what he was hearing.

"you didn’t just ask me that." he said in disbelief as his shoulders trembled with laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners. but when he saw that you weren’t laughing along, he realised that you were dead serious. his laughter subsided, surprise flickering in his expression since you never brought something like this up—never sounded interested when he did.

"wait for real? you really wanna know?" he gave you a teasing grin, his eyebrows rising. "well, it’s not like i’ve sucked dick before so i can’t really tell you how, but i have gotten a blowjob before..." he trailed off, his grin widening as he leaned closer. "you want me to teach you or something?" he joked, but the joke fell flat as you nodded your head.

his eyes widened by a fraction before he let out a small chuckle, leaning back on his hands. he didn’t expect you to actually say yes, and well, why would he refuse? it’s nothing serious—or so he thinks.

chris swallowed down the worries and what if’s and slowly nodded, muttering a bit too breathless "alright" as he adjusted his position on the bed, watching your wide-eyed expression with a small smirk. "you wanna learn or no?" he teased putting a small pillow that he had on his bed on the floor in between his spread legs.

you blinked, staring at him for a good minute, not expecting him to actually go through with it. after a few seconds, you slowly stood up and walked towards him until you were right in front of him before kneeling down on the pillow. looking up at him, you noticed the way his pupils seemed slightly more enlarged than usual.

"you’ve a hairband or something?" he leaned back slightly, casually, trying to hide the fact that your proximity got his breath hitching. "so your hair won’t get in the way." he explained, watching as you leaned to the side to rummage through your bag, pulling out a hairband and tying your hair in a low ponytail with it.

"alright now..." he cursed internally at how breathless he sounded. he spread his legs wider, almost unconsciously as he felt his dick swell at the imagery his mind created of you sucking his dick with those doe eyes looking up at him. he was already half-hard and you hadn’t even done anything yet. you were just sitting in front of him looking so edible...

what is he thinking?

chris cleared his throat, finding his voice hoarse and undeniably needy. "you gotta, uh, get me fully hard first." he said. "don’t worry, i’ll guide you through it- just do what feels right." he reassured. he was starting to finally understand the gravity of the situation, but as per usual, he pushed the thoughts away.

you tentatively touched his boner straining against his sweatpants and your breath hitched at the warmth and hardness. your gaze flickered up to watch his reaction as you palmed his dick, swallowing thickly when you felt him swell further under your attention.

chris helped you pull down his sweatpants, his cock springing free and slapping his stomach before standing upright, precum already gathering on the tip. he stared down at his dick, then back at you, a small chuckle escaping when he saw your heated glance at his cock.

"staring at it like you wanna eat it." he mumbled with another chuckle. "huh?" you snapped out of your small trance and looked up at him. "you’re staring at my dick like you wanna eat it." he repeated, giving you a knowing smirk—which earned him a slap on his thigh, causing him to giggle.

"so do i just... lick it?" you questioned, ignoring the comment he made, tentatively reaching out to wrap your fingers around his base and feeling how girthy he was. he was big and long, causing you to feel that primal need to be filled. you shifted slightly, trying to will your body to behave, but fuck, he was easily bigger than any of the guys you’ve slept with before.

chris nodded subtly. "yeah... lick it like you would with an ice cream cone." he gently guided your head closer to his cock, the tip almost pulsing as a fresh bead of precum formed on the slit before slowly sliding down his shaft and onto your fingers.

you leaned closer and slowly licked up the underside of his length, from the base to the tip, with your tongue flattened—all while looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours. chris’ dick jumped in your hand, his breath hitching at the sudden warmth and wetness of your tongue. the way you were looking up at him so prettily got him feeling all types of ways.

you saw his reaction and interpreted it as you doing a good job and started to slowly become bolder, moving your hand in a twisting motion up and down his shaft while you kissed and licked his tip.

"f-fuck--" chris moaned quietly, his eyes closing briefly at the pleasure shooting through his whole body as your mouth focused solely on the head of his cock. his hand left your head to clutch onto the sheets beside his thigh. his hips twitched and jolted when you wrapped your lips around his cockhead, swirling your tongue around it.

you knew some things about a blowjob. the knowledge came from hearing about it from your friends, porn and some freaky reels you got recommended while doom scrolling on instagram. it’s not like you were completely innocent—you just hadn’t tried it out on anyone. but you were nervous nonetheless, seeking approval from him as you kept gazing up at him.

chris’ eyes snapped open when you took him deeper in your mouth. "wait- fuck, you sure this is your first time?" he breathed out, completely in awe at how good you were doing. he barely held himself back from rolling his eyes back when you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked up his length, letting it go with a wet pop.

"y-yeah, is it bad?" you asked panting softly, feeling insecure about your inexperience. your hand halted its motion on his dick, waiting for his reply.

chris quickly shook his head, "no, fuck no, you’re so fucking good at it... that’s why i asked," he explained, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, dick twitching subtly in your hand. he licked his lips subconsciously, eyes silently pleading with yours to keep going.

you let out a quiet sigh of relief and went back to what you were doing. getting bolder the more chris reacted. every small moan, whine or groan made your stomach flip. your panties were now uncomfortably wet, clinging to your pussy as you eased one more inch of his length into your mouth, gagging slightly before pulling off to pump him with your hand.

chris was so close to the edge already, finding it difficult to stay coherent so he simply stuck to letting you do your own thing as he leaned back on both hands. his head was thrown back, brows knitted together in pleasure and lips parted as soft moans fell freely from it.

you watched as chris’ breathing grew increasingly shallow, his hips jerking upwards and thighs trembling ever so slightly. that’s when you understood that he was about to come undone. the sudden realisation left your stomach doing somersaults and you immediately redoubled your efforts.

"wait, fuck- i’m gonna cum... if you don’t want—mmfhh—if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth then pull off." he said urgently. his breath hitched more frequently now as the bands in his stomach grew more and more taut.

you didn’t pull away though—you went faster, bobbing your head more enthusiastically as your hand took care of what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking insistently before slowly going down and taking as much as you could.

that’s when chris suddenly held your head still between his hands, his hips giving a sharp thrust up and burying himself completely in your mouth as he came, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as breathy moans and profanities left his mouth. you felt his cock twitch and spurt out warm cum right down your throat.

chris’ hips jerked against your face, slowly riding out his high. he didn’t release your head until you slapped his thigh repeatedly, coughing as you tried your best to swallow down his release. he quickly let go of your head, mumbling a breathless "sorry" before slumping back on his bed. his chest heaved and body shuddered with aftershocks.

it took him a good minute to recover and when he did, he sat up, pulling his sweats up and looking at you like you had grown a second head. you simply chuckled at his surprised expression, wiping your mouth with a tissue from the tissue box beside his bed.

"you’re fucking insane." chris suddenly said. he was in disbelief that his inexperienced best friend just gave him the best blowjob he has ever received... and mind you, he has had his fair share of heads so when he thinks it’s good—it’s really fucking good.

"was it good?" you gave him a small grin, knowing the answer but not wanting to sound too full of yourself. your words made chris stare at you like you just told him something ridiculous.

"was it good?" he repeated your question with a laugh. "c’mon, you’re really gonna ask me that after making me moan and cum in like 2 minutes?" he teased, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he helped you stand up from your kneeling position in front of him.

"so, anything else you want me to teach you? ’cause i’m more than willing to be your personal instructor if you’re gonna do that good." he grinned shamelessly, laughing softly when you shoved him to the side.

"kid, don’t even try anything with me." you rolled your eyes, even as a small smile formed on your lips. you didn’t respond to his question, changing the subject as if nothing out of the ordinary happened, but you knew something shifted between you two after that. every little touch felt more than just a touch.

it’s probably just your imagination... right?

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✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ i apologise for taking so long, hope you enjoy this nonetheless anon<3

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[recklessmatt]

matt fucking you after he gets jealous

fwb!matt

WARNINGS: dom!matt, spitting, choking, matt’s jealous, p in v, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap), cream pie, possessive!matt, based off this request

that’s how you ended up in this position with matt. your skirt bunched around your waist, your panties somewhere on the floor as matt is thrusting his cock in and out of you at a relentless speed. his hand wrapped perfectly around your throat. choked moans and cries fall from your lips as he hits that sweet spot with every snap of his hips. your body sensitive from all the denied orgasms.

“open your mouth f’me” his voice coming out low and rough, his usually light blue eyes now darker, piercing into your own as you open your mouth. a glob of spit landing right on your tongue.

“gonna be a good girl and swallow it for me?” he coos, the pace of his thrusts not stopping anytime soon. you nod as you close your mouth, swallowing the saliva as a groan leaves matt’s lips at the sight.

“fuckkk- that’s it such a good girl for me” he praises. his hand still tightly wrapped around your throat, forcing your face to look at him while he pounds into your sopping cunt. wet squelching and the sound of his hips snapping against you filling the small bathroom. if it weren’t for the loud music outside at the party anyone nearby would’ve hear the two of you.

he trails his eyes down to where the two of your bodies meet, relishing in the sight of your pussy wrapped around him so perfectly. “fuck this pussy was made for me wasn’t it?”

“y-yes matt.. oh fuck- ‘s all yours” your words coming out as a moan as he continues to fuck you dumb on his cock. he pulls you in for a rough kiss, swallowing each moan that falls from your mouth. he knows your close, he can feel you clenching around him so tightly, like you want to milk his cock for what it’s worth.

pulling back to speak again “all fucking mine yeah? you think that guy could fuck you this good?” slamming his hips into you between each word. his grip on your hip getting even tighter, his hand still steady on your neck.

your face was completely flushed with a fucked out expression on it, your pupils absolutely blown, matt couldn’t take his eyes off you if he even tried.

“n-no! jus you..” you almost cry, tears beginning to prick from your eyes as he continues to hit your g spot, abusing it with the tip of his cock. “please need to-..” you’re cut off by a choked out moan. the pleasure completely taking over your body as he works you absolutely dumb.

his hand finally leaves your neck, trailing down to between your two bodies. his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as you throw your head back with another sharp whine slipping past your lips.

“let go for me, been such a good girl for me, can feel ya squeezin me” he coos, moans falling from his own lips as he feels himself teetering the edge.

“make a mess all over my cock, know you can do it baby.” his fingers working on your sensitive bud faster. with those words your orgasm comes crashing over you. tears slipping down your face, cries of his name coming from you, filling the tight room. the gushing sound of him still pounding into you, chasing his own high as he continues to fuck into you. wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him close.

“gonna fill this sweet pussy up” he groans, his thrusts becoming sloppy before he thrusts into you one more time, keeping himself buried deep inside you as you feel his cum spill into you. the substance painting your walls white as a series of moans fall from him. slowing his pace to ride out his high before fully coming to a stop.

he slowly pulls out, watching the mixture of your juices and his cum slowly leak out of your pussy. “fuck, never gonna get tired of seeing that.” he says quietly, mainly to himself. he takes the cum leaking out of you onto his two middle fingers, shoving it right back into your abused hole earning another whine from you.

he grabs your panties slipping them right back onto you. “gon’ keep my cum inside you the whole way home. i’m not done with you yet.” and with that he tucks himself back into his pants, helping you up from the counter before exiting the bathroom.

you were in for a long fucking night.

a/n: hi it is literally almost 5 in the morning and i have to be awake in 2 hours but here’s some fwb!matt in the mean time🙂‍↕️

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[recklessmatt]

⌗ . . . YOU LOVE WATCHING VAMPIRE!MATT’S FACE WHEN HE CUM’S

WARNINGS : SMUT. ORAL (m receiving). LIGHT BLOOD. MATT’S FANGS. CUM SWALLOWING.

your knees were burning against floor, matt’s cock heavy and flushed in your mouth. the taste of him coating your tongue as he let out a ragged breath above you. his fingers came down and thread into your hair, twisting and yanking your head down, forcing his cock deeper into your throat.

“fuck, just like that sweetheart—” matt groaned above you. your mascara was smudged. spit and precum smearing the corners of your mouth as you bobbed your head, taking everything he gave you—his cock pulsing against your tongue.

you felt his thighs tense beneath your hands, the muscles fluttering. his hips suddenly started to roll harder, fucking into your mouth like he couldn’t help himself. the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat again and again, and all you could do was take it—choking, drooling, and letting him use you.

when you looked up at him, it was dizzying. his head was tilted down, hair messy and shadowing his face, his eyes half-lidded and dark. his abs clenched with each thrust into your warm throat, that low groan bubbling in his chest.

when you saw his fangs push down—long, and fucking gorgeous—watching his brows be pulled together and his lips parted in a strained, hungry moan. the sharp tips of his fangs sank into his bottom lip, just enough to make him bleed. and a thin trail of crimson welled up and slid down the curve of his mouth—it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

your orgasm hit so hard—so quickly—it stole the breath from your lungs. one second you were clenching your thighs together feeling the pressure against your clit, panting. and the next you were gasping around his cock as heat exploded between your legs, soaking your panties through.

and he felt it happen—felt the way your body jerked from below him as your throat contracted around his cock with choked moans. matt’s head snapped back, jaw going slack with a guttural moan of his own as he came. his cock throbbed deep in your throat, thick streams of cum spilling down as his fingers held you in place.

“shit—oh fuck, baby—just like that, take it, swallow it—” he whimpered, rutting his hip up in slow motions to milk himself dry. and you did. you swallowed every drop like he said.

when he finally looked down at you again—his fangs were still out, lip bleeding, chest rising and falling. his cock slid from your lips with a wet pop, and you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, your breath ragged, thighs shaking.

and then your body was too quick, legs moving before you even registered you were. you climbed up his body, planting yourself on his lap—reaching a hand out to grab at his face. you pulled him to you, lips clashing as your tongue poked out, wiping the blood that was left behind.

you pulled back a few moments later, catching your breath, you held him to you. watching as a smirk spread across his face, hips twitching under you, feeling how hard he was again.

“round two?”

a/n : oh how i’ve missed vampire!matt

[recklessmatt]

— dom!matt puts his camera to a different use. . .

“holy fuck…” matt hisses, voice raspy as he tips his head back in ecstasy. he knows if he looks down into the viewfinder of the camera, he’s absolutely fucked.

it was his idea in the first place. to record you while you sucked him off. said he wanted you to know sexy you looked on your knees with his cock in your mouth. and who are you to turn down an opportunity like that?

so, here you are, on your knees, lips stretched around matt’s length. he’s already cum down your throat once, hence the tear stains on your cheeks and the abundant amount of drool seeping past your lips.

matt’s got one hand positioned on the back of your head, the other shakily holding the camera peering down at you. both of your hands are firmly planted on his thighs for support.

he thrusts his hips forward at a faster pace now, tip hitting the bruised spot in the back of your throat again and again. this elicits a deep groan from matt and a pathetically strangled, garbled noise from you.

“shit—take this cock so well, hm, baby?” matt mocks, his voice shaky with pleasure. “yeah, you do…little cockslut,” he adds, earning a choked whine from you, which is cut off when his tip bumps the back of your throat once again. matt chuckles, “knew you wouldn’t turn down my idea. i know how—fuck—how much you love having my dick stuffed down your throat.”

your face burns to the hue of a cherry, and your eyes fleet up to the camera, then up to his face—which is turned away. he knew if he took one look down at you, he’d cum. and he wanted this to last a little longer.

matt brutally thrusts his hips forward, to which you choke on a whimper. “shit. i-i’m sorry, baby, i just gotta—fuck,” his hips stutter momentarily, before he picks his pace back up, “just tap my thigh if s’too much.”

and that’s when you knew he was gonna start getting rough.

he holds your head still, forcefully jamming his cock in and out of your mouth. and you were loving it. “such a slut…gettin’ your face fucked for the camera.” he growls raspily. more saliva drips down your chin, mingling with the tears streaming down your face, dripping down onto your bare chest.

you’re completely soaked, feeling yourself throbbing as matt brutally face fucks you. “fuuuck, gonna cum all over that pretty face, baby,” matt pulls out, and before you can take a breath, “tongue out.”

you do as your told, sticking your tongue out and looking up at his face. matt’s eyes finally land on you as he tilts the camera down at your face. he jerks his cock a few times before feeling his balls draw tight, spurts of cum landing mostly on your face, very little of it actually making it onto your tongue. you swallow what you can.

“so pretty with my cum all over your face,” matt comments in adoration, making you giggle. “smile for the camera, baby.”

and you do, your lips curling up into a cheeky smile as you stick your tongue out once more and hear a click from the camera, followed by a soft beep.

author’s note. . . hi enjoy this short nonsense while i write some other stuff! i have written so much sub!matt that im really bad at writing dom!matt now…thanks to bae @strnilolover for the idea!! sorry this sucks and is literally so short

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[recklessmatt]

𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘!𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨

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chris loves eating you out and fingering you, taking his time and making you cum at least once before he fucks you

is constantly proving to you why you love any form of missionary with him

you and chris can never turn down a makeout session with him running his hands all over your body

how chris fucks you after you have yet another argument about his feelings, promising you he ‘just needs time to figure it out’

chris knows he’s going to end up doing all the work when you ask to be on top, but he lets you do it anyway

when movie night just ends up with you taking your time on his cock that you just can’t seem to get enough of

chris’s favorite way to relax and unwind after a long, tiring day

spending the night at his place always ends up like this in the morning

you guys always have to get your own hotel room when he takes you back home to boston so he can use you however he likes

chris makes you do all the work after you had an attitude with him all day “you can have it, but you gotta take it.”

you’re always more than willing to suck him off wherever he wants, even letting him finish all over your pretty tits if he’s nice enough

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