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OMG I'm actually in love with this fic, i've been loving matt's teeth since i first saw them

can u plsss write a Matt smut where the reader is like obsessed with his teeth and then she kind of jokes ab licking his teeth but shes not actually joking and then u know the rest

take it or leave it | matt sturniolo.

authors note: this was so fun to write. here’s some kind of soft, lust filled bff!matt turned lovers.

warnings: fem reader, not obscene or 18+ but read at your own discretion. a lot of dialogue, light biting, mark leaving, explicit language.

you just can't stop staring at your best friend. all he's doing is chewing on a paper straw, swirling it around his soft drink. his eyes are glued to his screen, scrolling through his phone, both of his elbows planted on the dining table.

"i can feel you staring," matt talks with the straw still in his mouth, flashing his perfect teeth with a conceited smirk. you scoff, digging your fork back into the dessert that sits in front of you, to avoid the interrogation you feel coming your way.

"i didn't say stop," you feel his eyes burn holes into you, tone earnest and deep, just waiting for you to glance up at him again.

"wasn't even staring," you speak through a muffled mouthful of cake, not caring if he sees the food in your mouth. he's the closest person in your life, he's probably seen worse.

"real sexy, kid" he teases, staring at your mouth and chuckling as you cover it to swallow your food, flipping him off from across the table.

"no for real, what were you looking at? like be specific," he asks, placing his phone screen down on the table, shuffling in his chair and adjusting his posture. you raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what the hell he's on about.

"i can't just admire my best friend?" you sarcastically smile and bat your eyelashes at him, resting your chin into the palm of your hands.

"specifics, go." matt isn't having it, and you drop the act fast.

you ponder on your answer for a moment, or at least pretend to. you know exactly what you want to say but you don't need him getting a big head. well, bigger. he's a walking, talking, humble brag. especially around you.

"ah, okaaaay," you pout your lips with contemplation.

"your eyes i guess. they're pretty. you know that, though" you shrug, prodding at your dessert again, not having any intention on finishing it at this point. matt has you cornered with his new train of thought.

"boring, next." he deadpans, throwing his head back with an eye roll before looking at you again. he folds his arms over his chest, leaning back leisurely.

"fine. ah, your teeth. i'm like obsessed with them. is that a better answer?" you quip, grabbing your plate and pushing away from the table to make your way to the sink.

you hear matt behind you let out an audible "huh?" and can picture the confusion on his face. you don't know what it is about his teeth, or his smile in general. you just get stunned at how perfect they are, the way they just suit his face so much.

they just look like they could form the perfect bite in your skin. he's always chewing a new flavoured gum, flashing them subtly past his perfectly pink lips, and his breath always smells nice. it's weirdly inviting. all thoughts you absolutely shouldn't be having about matthew.

"hang on, rewind. my teeth?" there's an amused underlining to his response, and you just wish you could take back what you said, joke or not.

you rinse the plate off and immediately ignore him, drying your hands with paper towel before bee-lining for the bin in the small dark corner of the room.

"you got your answer, matthew. get over it," you exhale, tossing it into the black rubbish bag.

"no no, i'm not done with you yet," you hear his chair make a disturbing scratchy squeak against the vinyl floors with how fast he pushes his chair back, following where your body is moving.

you walk around the dining table in the opposite direction of him, but he changes directions to match yours. you collapse onto the couch, sitting cross legged and he falls into the spot right next to you, despite having the entire couch. your shoulders are touching and his knee his touching yours.

"you were staring at my teeth and now i need to know why," matt requests, leaning one elbow up on the back of the couch, facing you completely.

"i can't answer tha-"

"y/n" he cuts you off seriously.

"i don't know, okay? drop it, matthew." you push back with frustration, not understanding why he can't. it's either he's pushing your buttons on purpose or he can sense the subject easily taking a turn in a different direction.

"i'm not trying to piss you off. i just wanted know. sorry" his voice softens, and he shifts so he's facing the t.v.

you almost feel bad snapping at him, considering you instigated his reaction in the first place by not justifying it straight away.

you bite your nails, trying to avoid talking. it's so hard with matt. he just always brings it out of you. looking at him while he watches the screen ahead of you just makes you yearn to hear his voice again. he's so quiet for the most part that when you get him out of his shell you don't ever want him to stop.

"i've always liked your teeth. i don't know what it is. i wish i could explain it but i can't," you speak shyly, a very rare feeling around him.

you have literally shared every waking thought with this man. it just feels so different when it involves him personally. on a physical descriptive level. matt leans his head back on the massive couch cushion, giving you a lazy half grin, looking up at you through hooded eyes.

"do you just like staring at them or do you wanna like, touch them?" he flashes his teeth like a vampire, and you push his face away with a laugh, knowing he's teasing with good intention. he chuckles, pushing your own hand back into your body.

"you're never gonna let me live this down, are you?"

"not until i can wrap my head around it, no" he folds his arms over his chest, tucking his hands into his armpits and they disappear under his oversized hoodie, snickering at his own defence.

he looks you in the eyes, the same fiery stare he gives you when he's about to say something out of pocket, you can read him like a book.

"you wanna touch 'em?"

"matt," you scold, knowing whatever he has planned is just to keep this joke lingering. or what you think is a joke to him.

"i'm serious, let's see if we can get to the bottom of this little fetish of yours" he's so pleased with his words, grinning like an idiot as he nestles his face closer to yours.

"i'd get more pleasure out of it with my tongue," you chortle, then pause suddenly, not believing what you just said out loud.

you force your face to plaster a look on it that says 'i'm joking' but there's no part of what you just said that matt is taking comically.

"go on." matt replies.

"what's gotten into you, tonight?" you have a half simper half befuddled look as you lean back to make sure you're seeing him right.

making sure you're speaking to matt, not someone posing as him with how bold and absurd he's been acting for the past few minutes. he's always being flirtatious, in a bantering and unalloyed manner. this felt different, he's being a lot more direct. a lot less blithe.

"i am literally giving you one chance to do this and then i'm never bringing it up again. take it or leave it, y/n"

"open your mouth, then.” you say in a ‘i bet you won’t’ tone, not believing he actually will. you’re taken aback when he tilts his head up lightly, an innocent look on his face when he parts his mouth, creating a perfect oval.

“you’re seriously okay with this?” you ask, beginning to lean forward, tempting and just waiting for the moment he pulls away, or snaps his mouth closed. he nods, mouth still open.

you know him well enough by now to understand that when matt says he’ll never mention it again, he means it. he’s petty like that.

“fuck it, m’god” you mumble, cupping the side of his jaw, fingertips resting under his ear and being tickled by his hair, pulling him to you.

your breaths intertwine as you hover over his mouth, your lips don’t touch when you poke your tongue out and let it slide behind his top teeth and trail across the sharp edge, slowly, left to right. when you pull away, you observe him.

matt closes his mouth, sucking his teeth and plastering a thoughtful look on his face. you wait for his response.

“well?” you can only wait for so long before you’re trying to entice him to say something, anything.

he adjusts himself on the lounge, full body facing you at this point, if he was pushed up any closer he’d be on top of you.

“just like, out of curiosity. can you do it again?” he asks bashfully. he did say take it or leave it. so you take it, while he’s dangling it in front of you.

this time, you curve your hand gently around the back of his neck to guide his face. tilting your head slightly before pulling him in. you lick the back of the teeth again, even slower than the first time. you can feel matt holding his breath, and the taste of the root beer he just had still lingering.

matt takes a deep breath when you part from him again, flaring his nostrils slightly and sucking on the inside of his cheek. he looks confused, in a content way. but confused nonetheless.

you stare at him, memorising this look on his face. without breaking his stare with you, matt reaches for a pillow and throws it over his lower body, holding it in place. before he has a chance to set it onto his lap, you glance down to see the bulge forming under his black shorts.

“did you like my tongue in your mouth, matthew?” your words are jovial, but he turns away from you after you question him, looking quite literally anywhere else.

“no-i,i mean. fuck, i don't know. no." he rambles, response being faster than his brain can even register, not pulling out the best choice of words from his vocabulary.

“no? is that why you let me do it twice?” you tease, turning the table on him.

"you're right," he pauses.

"maybe we should make it three. for good luck." he looks back at you with a red hue on his cheeks, simpering smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he hugs the pillow on his lap.

"only if you ask nicely," you squint your eyes, and he rolls his.

"i'm not beggin' for it. no way." he shakes his head, boston accent coming through a lot thicker when he's defensive. it happens a lot, and that's how you know you have him cornered.

"your call, matty. take it or leave it." the front you're putting on for him is a fraud, having a gut feeling that it's the only cue he needs to surrender. he's silent for a solid minute.

"fuck, jesus, okay." he finishes, grabbing your face this time. he caresses your jaw, and his touch is so firm and so warm.

the pillow between your bodies is like a barrier, but he pushes up against it hard to bring you as close to his face as you can. you brace yourself for him to open his mouth again, but instead, your lips collide.

your eyes close instinctively and his soft, wet lips move with yours, taking your bottom lip between the kiss, and letting his tongue slide in and dance across your own. slowly he pulls away, fluttering inches over your mouth instead of distancing himself.

"i don't know, i don't know why i just-" matt is still touching your face through his panic-stricken words.

you don't even counter his sentence before grabbing the collar of his hoodie and pulling him back to your mouth. you shove the pillow off the lounge in-between your bodies with your knee while shifting your body weight onto his lap, an easy transition considering how close you've been the whole time.

matt grabs your waist immediately, securing you on top of him and deepening the kiss. you feel your throat shake with his small, desirous moan into your mouth. you sink all of your body weight onto him and can feel his dick underneath you growing harder, heat radiating from between his legs.

the kiss becomes heavier, more desperate and messy, missing each others mouths and clashing your teeth, taking breaths for a split second before attacking each other's lips again. your nails dig into his shoulders and matt's hands lower, stationing on your upper thigh.

you're in such a state of disbelief but ignore every doubt or worry you're forcing yourself to have. you've mentally convinced yourself this is a dream. you're not actually grinding into your bestfriend's groin, making out with him and having his thumbs get closer and closer to your heat, feeling wet already at the friction.

matt kisses the corner of your mouth, your cheek bone, the tip of your nose, then your jaw. he trails the kisses on your jaw lower and lower, grazing his teeth along your delicate skin until he reaches he crease of your neck just under your ear, and you lean into him as much as you possibly can.

"you like my teeth so much, wait until you see what they can do to your neck," he forces deeply against your skin, biting at your earlobe.

"god, matt," you exhale.

you feel a sharp, stinging suck to your neck, making you gasp. he pulls your skin into his mouth, tongue rubbing the area that he's suffocating in his bite. he pulls away, making a sharp sound when he lets go. he repeats the same thing just underneath his first bite, and your body is twisting and distorting in his arms. you tug at his hair with a warning.

"you’re gonna have to explain those marks." you tremble, yet not stopping him. he taunts a stifled laugh.

"don't care," he starts, pulling your shirt off your shoulder and sucking another deep purple mark on your collar bone.

"i'll spell my name out on your skin if i have to." it’s like he’s a trance, trailing his middle finger along the bites he just left before looking up at you with a dazed smile.

his chest is rising and falling prominently, both of you catching your breath after the intense session. matt gently presses his lips to yours again, and you lean your forehead against his. he grips at the bottom hem of your shirt, toying with the fabric.

"if i knew my teeth would get you on top of me, i would have let you lick em' sooner," he has a crooked, dopey grin on his face. you blush, flustered at his words.

"is this is insane? you don't think you're gonna regret it?" you're cautious with your words, voice gentle, head still leaning against his and your fingers playing with the hair creeping on the nape of his neck.

"i could never regret you." he shakes his head softly, making you smile and peck another gentle kiss on his lips. you know he means his words, and they make you want to melt into a puddle.

"smile for me quickly," you banter, holding onto his shoulders but pulling back to look at his face properly.

he covers his face with his big hands and you let out a hearty laugh, attempting to pry them off and begging him to stop hiding.

"matt! you'll let me shove my tongue down your throat but can't smile for me?" your stomach hurts with the laughter caused by the sheer fight he's putting up covering his face.

when you finally get him to drop his hands he has the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face. smiling ear to ear, and eyes closed shut, putting on a show for you. he drops his face quickly once you've had your time to look, and has those signature tired and heavy eyes make an appearance once again.

you lean in, slowly, so slow. your face is drawing him in like a magnet, him following your moves to meet in the middle. he flashes his teeth once again, and you run the tip of your tongue across his bottom lip, feeling his teeth too, budging his mouth open.

"now you're just taking advantage of it," his raspy voice speaks, pulling you back to his mouth by your neck and leading with his tongue, letting it slide in and moaning into your parted lips. they finally sink into each others after teasing each other, seeing who falls into the kiss first.

your tongues fight for dominance and matt grabs the back of your neck hard, forcing you to stay where you are. you're tilting left and he's tilting right as you focus on breathing through your nose to stay attached to each other as long as you can.

you can literally feel matt take his time to explore your mouth, circling every inch he possibly can. he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites hard, making you gasp before pulling back and letting go, both of your mouths wet and glistening with each others saliva.

matt wipes your mouth with his thumb, applying enough pressure but still being gentle. he's staring at your skin before his eyes fixate on those marks he left earlier.

"oh fuck, they're pretty bad" he giggles, and you roll off his lap with a groan, slapping your hand over your neck as if to hide them from him. your legs drape over his thighs and you can feel him looking at you.

you hide from him by sinking into the lounge for no good reason other than you think somehow it'll make the marks disappear, or manifest that it does.

"i didn't even bring makeup to cover it," you fake cry, seeing how bad it could make him feel, but he doesn't budge. matt slaps your thigh as if to say 'i'm not buying it' then rubs your legs soothingly.

"you're not covering them up. i won't let you leave the house if you do, no other option." matt is demanding but lighthearted in his words.

"oh no, i can't leave, what a shame," you dramatically flail your hand to your temple like an old school movie scene, and matt pokes your rib to get you to snap out of it.

"if you ever want to see my teeth again i'd watch the dramatics, honey" and those words coming from him alone make you cut the act, flushing red and sitting up properly.

you don't know how he's managed to whip you into line, usually being the other way around, but you're not risking it.

you've somehow taken more than you could ever ask for from him, and you're still anxious that you've bitten off more than you can chew. no pun intended.

regardless, you're in ignorant bliss. you'll take everything you can get from matt, and more, if he's willing to give it to you. which at this point, you're sure he is.

#sturngirly recs 🤍

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sturngirly · 1 year ago

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I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!!!

Cherry popper p.3 // nerd Matt

Warnings: sub!Matt / dom!Matt / dom!reader / sub!reader / prone position / male receiving oral / slapping / pet names / overstimulation / edging /degrading / unprotected sex / handjob / spit kink / praise kink / hair pulling

Summary: what happens when this time Matt actually wants to get your calculus homework done?

Author’s notes: long time no see eh?? Am now caught up on all of the gossip. I can safely say that if anyone brings any negativity onto my page then I will also deactivate because it is not good for anyone’s mental health let alone mine, and I want absolutely NO part in the drama that’s been going on seeing as I completely missed all of it and would much prefer to stay unproblematic. This account is meant to be a safe place of escapism and solace for people, not misery and I just simply won’t tolerate cruelty of any kind to anyone. So please kindly refrain from bringing me into any of the horrible shit that’s been going on in my absence. Those people were completely wrong and disgusting to do what they did and I acknowledge that. I can also understand why so many people left when they did, but I think it’s better to leave it alone than continue to fester in this horrible turn of events, so through these disappointing circumstances, please enjoy this silly little drabble that I’m sure many of you have been waiting for… #sorry

“Puppy wanna lick something, sticky just like honey…” - STUPID, Ashnikko

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A week has gone by, and Matt has been getting better and better at fucking, one orgasm after the next.

At this rate you’d argue that he’s become quite the nymphomaniac.

He’d sit down and try to help you, but then a couple of minutes into the first question he’d be leaping across the table, pawing at your shirt and whining like a puppy for sex, nuzzling his nose into your tits like they were his second home.

Whenever your sessions ended with your tongues tangled and your hand touching his cock until it throbbed and he unraveled beneath your fingertips, you couldn’t help but become more enamoured with the tender nerd who spent most of his free days in the comic book store and afterschool calculus clubs.

Sometimes he cries because of overstimulation, sometimes he wants overstimulation. Other times he’s silent with heaving pants, but mostly he’s loud enough to have his whimpering face covered up with a pillow. His back arches, his toes curl and his glasses slip off of his nose.

More often than not they usually also end up over your own nose as a strange symbol of dominance that Matt seems to love.

Almost like you wear them because you own him and he fucking loves being taken care of by you.

He loves being your submissive pillow princess whilst you sponge kisses around the soft stretch of his hips, his voice cracking as he whines for your mouth.

And he doesn’t mind being your slut either whilst you bounce on his cock and listen to the way he moans extra loudly after you yank his hair back by the roots to stretch his neck out. You mumble down to him and listen to his pants, whilst he squeezes his eyes shut and temporarily scrunches his nose in ecstasy.

He claws at your bedsheets, pulls them, squirms around like a little boy and creates all sorts of pleasured noises that drift straight from his lips and into the heat between your thighs.

Whenever he lazily rocks his hips and rattles the bed frame, it fuels you with this kind of desperation to eat his heart out and then digest his soul, one sunbeam at a time.

You just can’t help yourself. He really is asking for it whenever he turns up wearing those sweet little button up shirts.

The glasses that he wears securely everywhere he goes, rest on the bridge of his nose 24/7, and whenever you greet him at the front door he has that shy smile on his face that you’ve grown to be so fond of over the past couple of weeks.

At the start of your sessions, his glasses fall across his face in a very straight and orderly manner, but they never stay like that for long. Because soon, they’re squint over his blushing cheeks and he’s suckin on your thumb, drenched in his own sticky filth.

His soft pastel blue eyes moonily blink as he obediently tastes himself with whatever button up he has on that day drooping from off of his shoulders in an ultra feminine-like manner.

But today strangely, Matt has not been quick to jump straight to sex. Instead he has given his small and nervous close-mouthed smile before sitting down and tucking in his chair to get out his books.

He flicks from page to page to find what you two have been working on last session so that you can start from where you left off with a concentrated air surrounding him.

The air around your own being is unfortunately not as concentrated, more distracted by his striped baby blue shirt and the small silver chain that he has sometimes worn for you peeking out of the tight collar cinched around his neck cheekily.

You wish you could slide that pretty necklace into your teeth and tug on it to haul him closer to you. Matt always looks so delectable in well-put together outfits like this. Some of the others in school whisper and make fun of him for his formal dress-wear but you find it rather endearing.

And fucking hot, whenever you’re allowed to ruffle it all up and make him as flustered as a cherry tomato.

You’re not sure what kind of sexual demon possesses you because usually you have a large sum of self-control. But you just can’t help yourself, Matt looks delectable as he sits there with a pencil bitten in between his teeth and his eyes lazily glancing over the workings to formulate how he is going to explain the next steps of the question to you.

Normally Matt is the first one to instigate things. But seeing as he seems too focused on the equations scrawled over the sheets of paper he is looking at, you decide to help him out by moving first.

Because this time it’s not him who is desperate, it’s you.

You’re not sure, maybe it’s just his outfit. Or maybe it’s the smell of his natural pheromones that tighten your thighs together and make your heart flutter, but your mouth suddenly waters and you feel the overwhelming urge to stretch it out with his cock.

You yearn for that familiar feeling of his smooth leathery skin rolling over your tongue, and you always dream about the glisten his body has whenever it’s covered in your saliva and you’re looking down at him whilst he covers his blushing cheeks shyly.

The thought of it alone is enough to have your hand sneakily skating underneath the table before it touches gently against the fabric of his pants. The lazy and sensual drag of your fingertips is masked with an absentminded hum as you feel the thigh your hand to be on tense up quickly.

The sensation of the roughness of his cargos underneath the pads of your fingers makes you shiver and the hairs on the back of your neck all stand to attention when Matt clears his throat and scrunches his nose cutely.

You can tell he’s trying to focus. Trying not to pay attention to the way your hand inches its way gradually up his leg tracing patterns as it goes.

The noticeable crunch and shuffle of crisp white paper rings within both of your ears as Matt carefully recites back a question to you.

But who gives a fuck about calculus questions, when the only question you want answered is how long he’s going to be able to hold on for before he’s squirting cum down your throat?

Your fingers reach his zipper, before they’re migrating up to the button tightening his pants together. After it’s popped effortlessly, his zipper tantilisingly slouches downwards a notch or two to mischievously showcase the waistband of his boxers, that conceal the heaven beneath them from in between his spread thighs.

At the pop of the zipper, you hear the gentle patter of Matt’s pencil. He had accidentally dropped it.

His throat bobs once again before he is bravely reiterating his previous question, now with a shake in his voice.

You once again ignore this question of his in favour of sliding yourself to your knees and then moving to glide under the table.

You shuffle straight to Matt’s spread legs and almost drool at the sight of his semi-undone zipper. Grasping it, you waste absolutely no time in pulling the cold metal all the way down, only for Matt to now look at you quizzically, and a little hurt that you hadn’t even bothered to answer his question.

‘W-what are you doing?’ He stutters as he watches you place your hands on his hips before you gently smooth your thumbs up his clothed skin.

‘C’mon now Matt… why don’t you focus on the next equation whilst I focus on what’s underneath these…’ you cattishly drawl in response, chastising him for losing concentration on the calculus homework in front of him on the desk.

But, what he responds with catches you off guard.

‘N-no!’

His shaking, but defiant voice almost reverberates about the room, and the silence almost swallows him. You can tell he immediately regretts speaking so brashly to you, because soon after he retracts his eyes and shies away from your piercing gaze.

‘No?’

The raise of your incredulous eyebrows challenge him to a linguistic duel. It’s just lucky for you that he’s not that good with words.

‘F-fuck… sorry erm. I mean we’re uhh- we’re, we’re meant to be doing work’.

This time he tries to reason with you in a more polite manner, but what he says only makes you want to torture him more.

‘A-and, if you’re down there… then you’re not going to be learning a-are you?’.

He swallows nervously, his throat probably extremely dry as his skin flushes a healthy pink over his cheeks. You blink slowly, still fully intent on trying to put Matt in your mouth… slide him over your tongue. And so you shrug.

‘Why don’t I multitask then puppy?’.

As you say this, one of your fingers comes to gingerly slide up the curve of his cock that is still currently suffocating underneath his boxers. Your nail stops right at the top of his base before you’re pressing the rest of your palm down onto his stiffness. Matt holds his breath, trying not to tip his head back in pleasure or spread open his thighs in need, because he knows that would make it look like you’ve won.

And this time he’s actually not in the mood to let you win. He wants to try something different. But he thinks he has to first buck up the courage to do it.

So instead he huffs and goes to shakily grasp his pencil in his hand once again, this time a firmer and sweatier hold adorning his grip.

You ‘humph’ cheekily in self-righteousness before dipping your head down to pepper gentle kisses over him, teasing him to get him as wet with precome as possible before you are sliding him out from the safety blanket of his underwear.

‘R-right so- mhh- for the first equation what are we going t-to do with the x and y?’

Matt struggles to keep his composure, even throughout his first sentence after he feels the saliva released from your mouth drip down the pinkness of his pulsing tip.

‘Hmm… multiply them?’ You ooze sensually before peaking out your tongue and tracing it in a lazy circle around his sensitive head. You see Matt’s back physically arch due to the forward push of his hips as he struggles to keep himself sane.

But Matt seems less than enthused with your silly attempt to distract him as he grits his teeth and narrows his eyes darkly at the wall he’s facing.

‘No’ he spits through clenched teeth, both annoyed yet very sexually charged all thanks to your intoxicating presence. You sigh in horny confusion once again, this time grabbing a hold of him and pouting playfully as your much rougher thumb replaces your soft tongue.

It rounds in hypnotic circles that makes Matt’s stomach clench and flip. He has to bite his whimper away with his lip.

‘Subtract it?’. You guess again. And by a miracle you actually get it right this time, which contributes to Matt’s relief.

‘Better… good…’ he pants with a wheeze in between, before distractedly scrawling something down on the page in much messier handwriting than usual. Probably because the pleasure is making his brain fuzz and contort with psychedelic colour, which soon becomes much too entertaining for him to watch without also having to focus on silly little equations.

He fears he won’t be able to concentrate for much longer…

This fear gets worse the minute you start to sweep your hand up and down over his damp skin.

‘O-okay… now what do you do with the f-five?’ He manages to squeeze out in the most composed manner as physically possible in this moment. His eyes are glued shut in concentration with his fists drawn tightly into balls as he tries to ignore the intense waves of euphoria he’s receiving from your slick skin.

The sticky sounds of pleasure do not help. They only make him harder in your hand and he’s so embarrassed. He’s also embarrassed to think about what he wants to try with you seeing as you usually take control but it’s just so fortunate that you’ve given him the perfect opportunity to do so, because you’ve been disobedient and annoyed him with trying to get off doing equations.

It’s only after you start to gently also suck on his tip that he snaps.

It happens in just a second, but Matt feels as though he can no longer take the humiliating stimulation. Obviously, no man can really focus when also receiving head from an extremely pretty woman, but you somehow make him feel weak and as though he’s the only boy who can’t, which leaves him flustered and ready to protect his dignity.

To do so, the hand that was gripping the pencil quickly unfurls it so that he can reach it down to aggressively card through the top of your head. Twisting his fingers, he makes sure he has a firm grip of you before yanking you away from his dripping cock.

The pressure against the roots of your hair melts into a stinging sensation as you look up at Matt from underneath the table with sparkling eyes and a swollen lip.

What the fuck is he doing?

But Matt only looks down at you with a cold set gaze and a ticking jaw. The hold he has on your hair now starts to ache.

‘What’s the matter puppy? D’ya want me to answer your question instead of licking you?’ You go for a tease, but clearly all the question does is spark Matt’s fire further as he looks down at you, a strange and overwhelming power surging through his gut like a tidal storm.

Is this what you feel whenever you’re on top of him and talking down to him?

With one final courageous swallow to his throat, he finally speaks in a low, and somewhat threatening tone.

‘I want you to stand up for me please.’

His voice is clipped and commanding and your little smirk fades when you realise that he’s being serious.

To further this fact, Matt then lets go of your hair, tucks himself back into his boxers and stands up himself. He leaves you on the floor underneath his chair, dazed and confused as you look at the way he crosses your room and hovers at the side of your bed.

He crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows expectantly at you as if waiting for you to follow suite. All you do is drool at him though. He looks so fucking gorgeous standing there with his baggy jeans slouched open, his cock hard in his pants and his blue and white striped shirt looking orderly ruffled at best.

The dewy pink bubblegum blush to his cheeks makes his fluffy brown hair look impossibly softer as his shoulders rise and fall shakily and he tries to look bossy.

‘Well? C’mon then?’ He barks sassily. You’re confused at this weird change in submissive character, but don’t wait for him to tell you a third time. You slither out from underneath the table and wobble to a stand, before challengingly striding right up to Matt’s face.

‘You gonna be a naughty boy today then?’ You raise your eyebrows and spit the scathing insult that usually has him whining and almost crying for you to take it back. But this time, he doesn’t.

This shakes your confidence a little and you furrow your brows at his uncharacteristic defiance to your normal routine. He simply smirks, indeed a very un-Matthew thing to do.

He begs his nervous self not to stutter, and when uttering his next words, almost jumps up and down in success at not wobbling.

‘How about being my naughty girl?’.

He doesn’t give you much time to react before he’s clamping his hands down onto your hips and completely launching you onto your springy mattress. You splutter in shock as your stomach hits the softness of your bed.

Matt clambers on quickly after you, patting himself on the back for not turning into his usual bumbling mess. He’s been practicing his confidence and clearly it’s payed off.

‘M-Matt… what- what are you doing?!’ You breathe erratically, twisting your neck around to look at the way he crawls up behind you with a satisfied grin on his face.

‘Putting you in your place.’

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You’re not really sure what happened to Matt. But you’re not fucking complaining with your heart beating quickly within your ears and your core aching harshly even with the sensation of being full with his throbbing cock.

You really were not expecting that kind of turn around made by him as you feel his knuckles curl around your scalp whilst his tight fist holds your hair in an iron grip to push your whimpering face into the bed.

You listen to the poor springs of your mattress groaning and creaking as Matt rocks into you from behind and you can’t help but curve your lips into a proud little smirk.

He has you pronned, pinned to your soft duvet with one of his hands entangled into your hair whilst the other one forcefully plasters itself onto the small of your back to keep you down.

His thicker, haired thighs make sure to keep your softer ones pathetically spread right open for him whilst your back arches and he forces you to take all of him.

His skin erotically slaps against yours, almost in a degrading manner with how quickly it’s going, as if it’s resounding an audible jeer at how much of a slut he’s making of you and equally how easily you’re letting him fuck you raw.

This is backed up by the unexpected groan released from Matt, whose voice is strained because of how hard he seems to be trying to bruise your cervix.

‘W-what did I tell you about doing work huh? M’tryna help you! B-but all you want is my cock… s’this what you want? You want me to make you cry, fuck you u-until you’re sore?’

You gutturally whimper into the mattress, the whine you elicit still muffling and your throat trying to catch your breath raggedly afterwards. Matt’s hoarse chuckle grits from his throat between heaving pants as he speaks.

You hear his smug smirk from the tone of words forming past his mouth.

‘S’me who’s teaching you a sex lesson now isn’t it? Teachin’ you how to fucking behave yourself…’.

His torturous onslaught seems to be never ending as he uses the palm flattened over the small of your back to quickly slap the side of your fleshy ass. The whipping noise of it cracking in your ears causes tears to leach from out of your waterline and stain the pillow squished against your face.

Did he just fucking slap you?

You can’t believe you’re letting Matt treat you like this, so roughly, so harshly.

He’s fucking you like a man. Not a boy.

You almost can’t believe he’s got the balls to do such a thing, because he’s always been such a good boy for you, and never used his masculine strength against you for sexual advantages.

But you quickly decide that it’s not all that bad. It’s actually extremely attractive.

‘S’this all you think I’m good for? Stretching you out and making you cum all over me? Am I just a toy for you to play with or are you actually gonna listen to what I have to say an’ learn something hm?’

His condescending hum rubs you the right way, and your stomach knots in pleasure at just how good he is at degrading you. You’re pleasantly surprised, and recognise that you have taught him well.

You tilt your chin upwards, trying to free yourself from the restraint of your pillow whilst Matt’s rough skin grates against your sensitive walls, his thrusts so hard that he achieve the pinnacle of your sensitivity with every hit to your g-spot.

You whine at this, the hotness of your tears now freely leaking out as you cry for him. Matt knows he shouldn’t feel like this, but he fucking adores how he’s making you sound. It makes him feel extremely good about his performance, and as both of you know he’s always been one for pleasing others.

From your head’s raised position, Matt is able to loosen his grip upon your hair so that you can struggle out a few strained words of your own. Words that push bountiful amounts of heat surging through his body.

‘Fine. M’ready to learn whenever you’re ready to let this immaturity go… Mr Professor…’

Your sass is as clear as day. But even with both of your approaching climaxes Matt still finds it within himself to smirk at your cheekiness and you still find it within yourself to exert the only semblance of power you feel as though you have left over him.

Your words strike a familiar chord within Matt that lets him know that however hard he tries you’re still going to belittle him, even within his flickering moments of dominance. That’s something about you that really fucking turns him on.

No matter how quickly he’s able to grasp the power into his hands, you’ll always be there to snatch it right back, and that makes him want to kiss you until both of your lips are sore.

He loves your power, he loves your assertiveness, and unlike many of the other guys in your shared class, he’s the only one who accepts that sometimes that’s what really makes a woman.

‘Immaturity you say? I’m sorry… but are you not the one who’s crying like a little baby?’.

Your blood boils as Matt talks back.

Never before has he been this misbehaved. But the fiery hot seer in both of your veins makes the visions of red both of you see ten times more passionate.

Especially when Matt can tell that you have been crying with pleasure. That’s just how in-tune he is with your emotions in your most vulnerable moments together and it provides the most perfect dynamic between the two of you.

Quite clever how he was able to manipulate your crying state into his twisted choice of words, however, he was quite the brainiac so you expected nothing less.

From his position on top of you he rocks relentlessly and groans before using one of his fingers to swipe at your cheek and whip a lone tear from its stream down your face.

Listening to him put that exact same finger into his mouth makes you wet. The suck and pop of his lips as he licks the tear away rings like a symphony within your ears whilst you get more lightheaded and it works you even further towards your climax.

‘As much as- as I love this playful banter puppy… I’d really love it if you could be my good boy now and make me cum instead.’

You wheeze as you feel the pressure within your stomach compacting and tightening the rougher Matt gets, especially after he slips that hand that had been in his mouth all the way down to your front to immediately find the sweet spot of your clit.

He knows it so well now after spending long intervals with his face between your thighs.

He was unsure about the whole idea of eating a woman out, but after the first time he grew an acquired taste for it and soon it became one of his favourite things to do to you.

Matt lets out a sneaky little breathless whimper before humming in agreement and slowing the swirl of his fingers to slightly delay your orgasm.

‘Wanna- wanna hear a sweet little apology first.’.

That little fucker.

You grit your teeth because there’s no way someone as stubborn as Matt is going to let you get away without saying some form of sorry before he makes you cum.

You secretly roll your eyes with a fond little smile at Matt’s seriousness about actually doing calculus homework before uttering a quickly little ‘alright- alright, you got me. I’m sorry baby. Promise I’ll pay proper attention next time. Please let me cum now puppy!’.

After Matt feels satisfied he nods and offers a graciously adorable little ‘thank you’ is his normally soft voice, which terribly contradicts the filthy magic that his fingers work to send you reeling over the edge and crying into the pillow.

After you orgasm it’s easy for your sounds of pleasure to send Matt bursting on after you, which he does. Both of you then collapse, with Matt’s warm chest squished on top of your back as you regain your breaths.

The first thing that you have to ask after composing yourself is ‘now what the hell was that?!’ To which Matt merely cracks a big dopey grin and shrugs.

‘Dunno… just felt like shaking things up a little… you like?’

You snort a laughter back at this, honestly pretty content with how things eventually worked out.

‘It was definitely something… you really are something else Matt… you really are…’

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Author’s notes p.2: again, so sorry for disappearing off of the face of the earth at literally the worst fucking time to do so - I’m sure I’ll do the exact same thing again after this has been published… so be warned, u guys know what I’m like 💀. Thank you all for sticking with me though and being patient enough to wait for what feels like fucking forever to finally read what is going to be the LAST ever part of cherry popper. #sadtimes #whatawildride. This oneshot literally got me on the fucking tumblr map so I thank you all so fucking much for loving it as much as I did and reading it so many times. You’re probably all sick fed up of reading the same parts over and over again lol. So, from me to you, please enjoy and savour this last one. PEACE OUT HOMIES, CYA SOON… maybe… who knows… hehe. 🎀🪽

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