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sweeetbabysblog · 7 hours ago

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── ⌗ older!matt . . . bunny!reader

❛ matt does bunny's skincare even when she's a little bossy ❜

The bathroom is warm with steam, fog curling over the mirror as if even the glass wants to look away and give you both this moment. Soft golden candlelight pools on marble countertops, flickering shadows painting the tile like watercolour. You sit with your legs tucked beneath you on the velvet-cushioned stool, wrapped in one of Matt's old hoodies—faded navy with cracked white lettering. It swallows you, brushing your thighs as you shift between his spread knees, yawning so big your eyes water.

Matt, your impossibly handsome, serious boyfriend older and a CEO; his glasses are always slightly askew watches you like you're the centre of some sleepy universe. He leans forward and kisses the crown of your head.

❝C'mere, bunny,❞ he says, tapping his lap. You giggle and scoot closer, practically crawling into the space between his thighs. Your legs dangle, socked feet swaying, toes painted pale pink.

❝Okay, first the toner. The green one, not the blue. That one stings,❞ you whisper, voice syrupy with sleep. He hums and squints at the bottle, mumbling, ❝Jesus, these labels are microscopic. I'm too old for this.❞

You giggle again, tilting your head to let him dab it on. ❝You're not old. You're vintage.❞ He grins at that. ❝Oh, so I'm collectible now?❞ ❝Mhm. And very expensive.❞ He swipes the pad across your cheeks, and you lean into it like a kitten, sighing deeply, eyes barely open. ❝Mmm... Feels nice. It's cold.❞

❝Cold's good. Closes the pores, remember?❞ You nod solemnly. ❝'Kay. You're so good at this, baby. Like a real spa man.❞ He laughs, warm and soft. ❝A real spa man, huh? That's a new title. CEO by day, spa man by night.❞ He moves onto serum, tapping it in carefully. You mumble your instructions against his shirt.

❝Tap it in. Not rub. Like little bounces. Pat-pat-pat.❞ He follows your sleepy commands without complaint, his big fingers surprisingly gentle for someone who spends all day signing contracts and typing at a keyboard.

❝Bossy little thing when you're tired, huh?❞ ❝'M not bossy. I'm... helpful.❞ That makes him chuckle, kissing your nose. ❝Sure you are, sweetheart.❞ When he gets to the moisturiser, you start giggling uncontrollably.

❝What's so funny?❞ ❝You look like you're defusing a bomb. So serious.❞ He leans in, a smile tugging softly at his lips. ❝That's because you're precious cargo. One wrong move and you melt.❞ He smooths cream along your jaw and kisses your chin. ❝All done, sleepyhead.❞

You blink up at him, lips parted. ❝Wait, wait, lips. Lip balm. Gotta do that part. Can't skip. It's the best.❞ He sighs dramatically. ❝How could I forget the best part?❞ He applies it with his thumb, slowly, then taps your mouth. ❝Press together, bunny.❞ You do, then lean up to peck his lips. ❝Taste test.❞

He chuckles and pulls you into his lap completely. You melt against him, nose tucked under his chin, your whole body soft and pliant. ❝You’re trouble, you know that?❞ he whispers against your hairline, brushing it back with a hand that’s all calluses and love. ❝Sweet, sleepy, bunny trouble.❞

You hum. ❝Yeah, but I’m yours.❞ He rocks you gently in his arms like you're the most delicate treasure, and you drift, heartbeat thudding against his chest. This isn’t just skincare. It’s giggles, whispered orders, forehead kisses and sleepy pouts. It’s Matt loving you in the quietest, gentlest ways he knows how.

This is sugar. This is soft. This is home. And tomorrow night, when your eyes are heavy and the serum's cold, he’ll do it all over again. Because you're his. And because he likes taking care of his little bunny more than anything in the world.

⋆˚꩜｡ lola talks . . . yuh (I love this sm) ive edged you all with finally posting for them !!

── ʚ contacts . . . @chrepsi @ph3ebssturniolo @sturnsxbbyeilish @j21l91 @pip4444chris @mattslutt @sophand4n4 @mattscoquette @mi-co-uk @tezzzzzzzz

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sweeetbabysblog · 16 hours ago

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fucking spoiled

pairings: bf!matt x gf!reader x bf!chris

summary: matt thinks chris spoils you too much.

warnings: matt is a little mean— that’s all

disclaimers: this is all fiction. obviously the triplets are probably not like this in real life, these are just fics i write out of boredom. please don’t leave negative comments, please do not republish my work as your own, and please credit me if using my writing as inspo <3

“please matty—” you plead from your place next to him on the couch.

“no.” he cuts you off, refusing to meet your puppy dog eyes.

“please matty, i really want it.” you whine.

“you want everything. fucking spoiled.” he grits, eyes finally locking with yours.

“your fault.” you mutter.

“no, it’s chris’s fault— and watch it.” he warns.

“what’s my fault?” chris yells from the kitchen before making his way into the living room where you and matt are seated.

“that she’s fuckin’ spoiled rotten. you never tell her no and now she expects to be given everything she wants.” matt jabs.

“well why would i ever say no? i can afford it, and she deserves it.” chris defends, “what’s she want anyway?”

“a fucking $3,000 bag, just because she ‘thinks it’s cute’.” matt scoffs, glaring your way.

chris turns to you, admiring your pouty face, and smiles.

“here, i’ll buy it for you pumpkin, send me the link.” he offers, watching your eyes light up before you jump off the couch, hugging him and placing kisses on his cheek.

“thank you thank you thank you baby.” you repeat between kisses as he wraps his arms around your back.

his smile grows, heart swelling at your excitement before his brother interrupts.

“chris.” matt seethes, “are you fucking serious? i just said she’s becoming spoiled”

“then let her be fucking spoiled. still our sweet girl.” chris glares at matt as he kisses your forehead, “go grab my card out of my wallet baby.”

you happily oblige, skipping to chris’s room.

it wasn’t really about the gifts for you. not exactly. you weren’t the materialistic type, you just wanted to fit in with them— with their world. you open his wallet, taking out the heavy gold card before heading back to the living room, but when you reach the top of the staircase and hear them talking, you can’t help but listen.

“i don’t understand what your problem is. you act like she’s turning into a gold digger. you know that’s not why she does this.” chris speaks.

“i know, i know. but she needs some boundaries chris. she can’t just have everything she asks for.” matt objects.

“why can’t she?” chris asks.

“i don’t want her to turn into one of those entitled LA girls.” matt admits.

“you know she could never.” chris corrects his brother, “besides, i’m gonna spoil her for as long as i’m alive anyway. because she deserves everything she wants and more.”

you smile to yourself before walking into the room and handing chris his card. matt sighs before pulling you down to sit on his lap, thumb rubbing circles along the side of your thigh as his soft eyes roam your face, which is lit with excitement as you watch chris enter the card details into his phone.

you turn your attention to matt as he shifts under you, pulling his phone out of his pocket and pressing a few keys, unable to see what he’s typing.

just as chris finishes typing you hear the his phone vibrate. glancing at his screen, you see a new venmo notification.

matt sturniolo paid you $1,500.00

a/n: did i disappear for 6 months? yes. might i disappear again? perhaps 😭

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sweeetbabysblog · 20 hours ago

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p u s s y t r a i n i n g c . s

i n w h i c h . . . chris comes home frustrated, and the only thing on his mind is fucking the anger away.

w a r n i n g s . . . smut, p in v, fem receiving oral, male receiving oral, pressuring, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, gagging, crying, creampie, aftercare, pussy spanking, rough language and handling, derogatory language (slut, whore, etc.)

it was unusual for chris to be annoyed with you, let alone be annoyed by your sounds. it was long day. it was clear in the sharp set of his jaw, the stubble decorating his cheekbones, and mostly the way his fingers twitched. oh, not to mention he nearly slammed the apartment door off its hinges. he was itching to take his anger out on something, and you sitting there all pretty drew in his attention.

it made your stomach turn—not with fear, but with a kind of electricity. because even though chris was quiet when he was angry, there was a weight to it. a pressure. like the air shifted. like your body instinctively braced, not because you thought he’d hurt you, but because you knew exactly what he needed.

he didn’t say hi when he walked in. didn’t kiss you like he usually did. just kicked his shoes off with a grunt and tossed his keys onto the counter so hard they skidded. his chest was rising fast. he paced once, twice, before his eyes cut to you on the couch like you were the one thing in the room still breathing too calmly.

you blinked up at him, lips parted, legs tucked underneath you, the blanket slipping off your shoulder.

“gonna look at m’like that?” his voice was low. rough. dangerous in a way that made heat pool in your stomach.

you swallowed. “like what?”

his jaw ticked. “like you want me to fuck y’dumb.”

your breath caught.

then—like a switch—he was walking toward you, slow but certain. a shadow of something wild in his eyes.

you didn’t move. couldn’t. didn’t want to.

“long fuckin’ day,” he muttered, stopping just in front of you. his hand slid into your hair, gentle for half a second before gripping tighter. “and you’re sittin’ here making those little sounds like you don’t know what that does to me.”

your thighs clenched. “i didn’t mean—”

“yeah, you did,” he snapped. but not angry with you. angry at everything else. and needing you to fix it.

he pushed the blanket off you fully, let his eyes drag over your bare legs, the tank top you wore without a bra, the softness of your skin. he exhaled like it hurt to hold back.

“you just gonna sit there,” he whispered, “or you gonna help me feel better?”

you bit your lip, heart pounding. “what do you want me to do?”

his answer was immediate. raw.

“get on y’knees.”

and you did—slowly, letting him see the way you obeyed, the way you ached to be good for him. he watched you, his hands fisting at his sides, chest heaving. his hoodie fell to the floor. the zipper hit the tile. his belt followed.

he stepped closer. tilted your chin up with two fingers. “open your mouth,” he breathed.

he paused his movements, brushing his thumb against your lips, which instinctively wrapped around it. “fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “you don’t even know what you do to me.”

you stayed still, let him press his thumb deeper until it brushed the back of your throat, until tears pricked in your lashes and your thighs rubbed together because the helplessness—the need—was already simmering through you.

then, finally, he undid his jeans.

you heard the clink of the buckle, the sharp hiss of fabric dragged down fast. his cock was already hard, flushed at the tip, and when he wrapped one hand around the base and stroked, just once, you could see the tension ripple down his forearm like he was barely holding it together.

“gonna let me use your mouth, baby?” he rasped, voice darker now. “i don’t even wanna think about today.”

you nodded, breath shaky, lips parting again.

he didn’t ask again. didn’t hesitate.

the first thrust was shallow—just the head, just enough to feel your lips wrap tight around him, to hear the wet click of spit when he pulled back. but the second? deeper. his hand cradled the back of your head and he fed it to you inch by inch, slow and deliberate. punishing in its control.

“that’s it,” he grunted, watching your eyes. “take it. open up for me.”

you hollowed your cheeks, let him slide deeper, let your tongue flatten underneath. he groaned, low and guttural, head tipping back for a split second before he looked down again, eyes locked on yours.

your hands gripped his thighs for balance, fingers digging into the denim around his knees. spit was already beginning to drip down your chin, and he fucking loved it—his hips rolled forward, just once, deeper than before, until you gagged around him.

“fuck, baby—just like that. let me use you.”

he didn’t stop.

he fucked your mouth like he needed it. like it was therapy. rough, rhythmic thrusts that made your eyes tear up and your core ache with every single pass of his cock over your tongue. you could hear yourself—wet, obscene sounds filling the quiet apartment along with his ragged breath and the muttered curses he kept spitting through clenched teeth.

“such a pretty little mouth. made to suck cock, huh?” he groaned.

you whimpered around him—both from the intensity and the way your thighs were soaked now, squirming for relief. and he noticed.

he pulled back suddenly, letting his cock slide free with a thick, wet sound. a string of spit stayed connected between you, and he wiped it away with his thumb, smearing it across your bottom lip like it was something holy.

you were gasping, flushed, mouth swollen. and still so fucking needy.

“get on the couch,” he said. “spread your legs. i’m not done with you.”

you scrambled back onto the couch, heart racing, legs shaking a little as you reclined against the cushions. chris’s eyes never left you—dark and glassy, like he was barely hanging on.

you pulled your tank top off first. no bra. his gaze dragged over your chest, the way your nipples were already hard from how wrecked he’d gotten you with just his voice and the weight of him in your mouth. he looked possessed.

“shorts too,” he muttered. “now.”

you shimmied them down, no underwear beneath. he groaned when he saw the slick mess between your thighs—your folds glistening, the soft little quiver in your thighs as they spread wider, like your body was begging for him.

“jesus christ,” he whispered, dragging a hand down his face before climbing between your legs on the couch. “you dripping for me already, baby? all that from sucking my cock?”

you nodded, breathless. “please—chris, i need—”

but you didn’t get to finish. because his mouth was on you.

no teasing. no warning. he dove in like he was starved, tongue dragging a thick stripe up your slit before his lips closed around your clit and sucked hard enough to make your whole body jolt. your back arched off the couch, a desperate cry ripping from your throat as your fingers shot into his hair, holding on.

he groaned into you—deep and filthy—as he licked, sucked, devoured you like he was mad about it. like tasting you was the only thing anchoring him after a shit day. and when he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, your thighs snapped around his head like instinct.

“fuck—chris, please—”

“shut up.” he didn’t stop. didn’t even slow. his fingers fucked into you fast and deep while his tongue circled your clit in tight, hungry patterns. you could hear the slick sounds between your legs, feel the obscene heat building in your gut, your whole body trembling under the force of it.

you were gonna come. and he knew it.

he pulled back just enough to speak—his mouth shiny, chin wet, voice low and raw.

“you gonna come for me, baby? on my fuckin’ face?”

“yes,” you gasped. “yes, chris—please, i’m gonna—”

“then fuckin’ come.”

and you did. hard.

your legs locked around his head, your body convulsing with it, loud and desperate and messy as everything cracked open inside you. he didn’t stop until you were twitching, whimpering, pulling at his hair to make him stop because it was too much.

but even then—he didn’t give you a break.

he climbed up your body, still hard, still leaking. lined himself up and looked at you like he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“you want me to fuck you now?” he rasped.

you nodded, dazed, soaked, spent but aching for more. “please.”

and then he was inside you.

no condom. no pause. just a deep, brutal thrust that had your eyes rolling back as he buried himself to the hilt. you felt everything—the way he stretched you open, the way he filled you so completely you could hardly breathe.

he started to move—deep and punishing, slow at first just to watch the way your face crumpled, then faster, rougher, fucking you like he owned you.

“tight as ever,” he growled into your ear. “so fucking wet. you needed this, whore? needed me to fuck it outta you?”

“uh- uh huh.” you whimpered, a little too loud for comfort.

“too loud,” he cooed, voice laced with mock sympathy as his hips drove into you again, deeper this time. “be a little quieter.”

and sure, you tried.

and sure, you failed. miserably.

because how could you be quiet when he was fucking you like this? when your back was arched, legs hooked over his shoulders, his cock slamming into you so perfectly, so brutally, that your vision blurred? every stroke knocked another breath out of your lungs, dragged another sound from your throat—whimpers, gasps, cries that bordered on sobs.

“mm-mm,” he tutted, not slowing at all. his hand slid up your throat, not choking but holding, thumb pressing just beneath your jaw as your head lolled back. “you don’t listen. always so fuckin’ loud when i tell you to be good.”

your mouth hung open, but no words came—just a broken little moan as he shifted his angle and hit something dangerous inside you. your nails clawed at the cushions, your hips twitching against his grip.

“what’s that?” he whispered, leaning closer so his lips brushed your ear. “gonna come again?”

you nodded frantically, body trembling, throat too tight to speak.

“huh. ‘course you are.” he gave a sharp thrust that made you cry out again. “can’t even help yourself, can you? so fuckin’ needy. you like this? getting ruined on my cock while you make all those pretty little sounds?”

you sobbed out a yes, not even caring how pathetic you sounded. you were gone—fucked dumb, so deep in it your body barely felt like your own.

his grip tightened around your throat.

“come then,” he growled. “and keep your eyes on me while you do it.”

and somehow, somehow, you managed it—staring up at him with tears on your lashes and his name breaking on your lips as your whole body shattered beneath him. your muscles clamped around his cock, spasming hard, your moans spilling out no matter how hard you tried to bite them back.

and he loved it.

because a second later, he was losing it too—hips stuttering, a filthy groan dragged from his chest as he spilled into you, deep and hot, holding you open with both hands as he came with a force that left him trembling.

he stayed there for a moment, still inside you, breath hot against your cheek.

“you really don’t know how to shut up,” he murmured, smirking against your jaw. “guess i’ll just have to keep fuckin’ you ‘til you learn.”

you took in deep breaths, trying to blink the stars from your vision, your body still twitching from the aftershocks. every nerve felt like it was on fire. every breath tasted like chris.

but just when you thought you’d come down from your high—

smack.

a hard slap landed square against your already soaked, overstimulated pussy. the sound echoed off the walls, sharp and wet, and your whole body jolted with a strangled cry.

“fuck!—chris—” you gasped, hips twitching away instinctively, only for his arm to hook around your thigh and yank you right back where he wanted you.

“mm-mm, shhh,” he hummed, low and dangerous as he knelt between your legs, his voice thick with post-orgasm haze but laced with something hungrier now. “gotta train this pussy to be quiet.”

he ran two fingers through your folds—slow, almost gentle—and you whimpered at the contact. you were so sensitive you couldn’t think straight. he watched your hips jerk, your thighs tremble, and his grin deepened.

“look at this messy little cunt,” he muttered, dragging your arousal—his cum—down to your clit, circling it until your back arched off the couch again. “still so fuckin’ wet. still leaking for me.”

“chris—too much, i can’t—”

“you can,” he said calmly. “and you will.”

and then his mouth was back on you.

no mercy. no patience. just relentless, obscene suction on your clit while two fingers curled deep inside you again, stretching your swollen walls and dragging moans from your lips that you couldn’t even begin to hold back.

you thrashed, breath catching, tears slipping down your cheeks from how intense it was—your thighs trying to close, your hands scrambling for something to grip, something to ground you.

but he held you open. forced you to take it.

“you said you’d be good,” he growled against your skin. “so fucking be good.”

your body betrayed you. despite the overstimulation, despite the ache—your orgasm was already building again, terrifying in its speed, the pressure crushing.

“no—chris, i’m gonna—i can’t—please—”

“shut up. yes. yes you can,” he snapped, rubbing hard circles over your clit while his fingers fucked you fast and deep and relentlessly. “you’re gonna come for me again. right now.”

and you did.

you came harder than before—louder, wetter, your entire body locking up as a gush of release flooded his hand and the couch cushions below. you sobbed through it, shaking uncontrollably, legs twitching as he kept going just a second longer, milking it out of you, letting you writhe and cry and fall completely apart.

only then—only then—did he slow, pulling his fingers out, slick and glistening, before sucking them clean with a low, satisfied hum.

he leaned over you, gaze molten, his voice barely above a whisper.

“that,” he breathed, “was for making all those sounds.”

your whole body was trembling, soaked and flushed, your chest rising in frantic little pants as you tried to ground yourself—but chris wasn’t done.

not even close.

you barely had time to blink before he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over—face pressed into the cushions, ass up, legs spread wide.

“look at this mess,” he muttered, dragging his fingers down your slick folds again, letting your wetness drip down your thighs. “you’re fucking dripping. ruined my couch already.”

you whined into the cushion, heat blooming in your cheeks at how wrecked you were, at the way your body was betraying you—still aching, still needy.

he gave your pussy another hard slap.

smack.

“quiet. stay just like that,” he growled. “don’t fuckin’ move.”

you nodded, barely managing a broken little yes before the blunt head of his cock was back at your entrance. he didn’t ease in this time—he slammed into you, hard and deep, making you cry out into the pillow, your body jolting forward from the sheer force of it.

“fuck, yes,” he groaned, gripping your hips so tight you knew there’d be bruises tomorrow. “this pussy’s never felt so good. all wet and twitchy for me. greedy fuckin’ thing.”

you couldn’t speak. you could only moan, every sharp thrust driving you higher again, overstimulation and desire colliding until you felt like you might explode.

he leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, one hand coming up to fist in your hair and yank your head back, forcing you to arch.

“you like getting fucked like this?” he rasped against your ear. “like a little toy? used until you can’t think?”

you whimpered—yes, a thousand times yes—but all that came out was a gasping, wrecked little moan.

“that’s what i thought,” he muttered, pounding into you harder. faster. the couch creaked beneath you, the wet sounds between your bodies obscene. “you’re fucking perfect. made for this. made for me.”

he reached around, fingers finding your clit again, and you screamed—your whole body jerking, pleasure sparking up your spine like lightning.

“no, no—chris, i can’t—”

“shhh. it’s okay. you can,” he growled. “one more. give me one more.”

you were sobbing into the cushions, eyes rolling back as your body spiraled out of control. every nerve was on fire, every part of you begging for relief. he rubbed tight, relentless circles over your clit while his cock pistoned into you, deeper and harder and faster.

“come on, baby,” he grunted. “be a good fuckin’ girl. come for me.”

and you did.

your orgasm hit like a fucking bomb—your body clenching around him so hard he shouted, thick ropes of cum spilling into you as he fucked you through it, your legs trembling, your voice hoarse from screaming his name.

he collapsed over you, still buried deep, breath ragged against your neck.

your bodies were a mess of sweat, slick, and sex—his cum leaking down your thighs, your skin sticky with heat and every inch of you raw from how good it felt.

you stayed like that, both of you catching your breath.

for a moment, neither of you moved.

not because you didn’t want to—but because you couldn’t.

your body was limp, twitching with the last echoes of your orgasm, and chris’s weight on top of you was grounding in a way that made your heart ache. your breath came in short, shaky bursts, your cheek pressed into the cushion, legs splayed open, thighs sticky with slick and cum and sweat.

then, slowly, he softened inside you and let out a quiet, exhausted breath.

you felt him press a gentle kiss to your shoulder blade. another to your spine. then he whispered, “you okay?”

your throat was dry, but you nodded. “mmhmm.”

he was already moving—slipping out of you carefully, fingers brushing down your sides like he didn’t want to let go just yet. he helped you shift, cradling you gently into your back as your body trembled, and when he looked at you, the cocky edge was gone.

now, it was just him.

your chris.

the one who made sure you were breathing. who checked your pulse. who brushed the hair from your damp forehead with the back of his hand and kissed your temple like it was the only thing keeping him calm.

“too much?” he asked softly, voice thick with something real now—guilt, maybe. or just love.

you shook your head, curling into him.

he exhaled like he needed to hear that. then he stood, only for a second, disappearing into the bathroom. you heard the faucet run, the sound of a towel being soaked, rung out. he came back and knelt beside the couch, warm washcloth in hand.

“spread for me,” he said, but this time, there was no demand. no teasing.

you did, cheeks flushed, and he cleaned you gently—every swipe careful, reverent. he wiped away the mess between your thighs, his cum dripping down your skin, and kissed your knee once he was done.

“you’re so good,” he murmured. “such a sweet girl.”

you smiled, hazy and warm, and reached for him. he wrapped you up in his arms, pulling the blanket over both of you, burying his face in your neck like he wanted to disappear into your skin.

“sorry i came in all pissed n’ shit,” he said after a minute. “you didn’t deserve that.”

you carded your fingers through his messy hair. “you didn’t take it out on me. you let me take it from you.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you.

and then he kissed you—soft, slow, open-mouthed. nothing hungry now. just grateful.

“you always do,” he whispered.

“i always will,” you promised. he held you tighter.

he couldn’t even remember why he was mad earlier.

a / n . . . if this flops theres no point to live on

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sweeetbabysblog · 1 day ago

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┃ ⋆.˚ ★— back tattoo

“turn around.. get on your knees.” matt murmurs, his breaths coming out as gasps as he pats your hip.

you had met matt at a party. you weren’t expecting anything, but now here you were, naked and laying on a random bed, matt pounding into you. you didn’t think it would be anything but a one night stand. a quick meet and fuck.

you quickly nod as you roll over, letting matt pull out and lean back on his heels. you roll over onto your knees, propping yourself up on your hands as you let out a breath.

matt quickly pushes himself back on his knees, one of his hands finding your hip as the other positions himself into you.

the second he’s back in you, his hips are colliding against your backside, his other hand finding his way to your hips again. moans and groans escape your lips as you grip the blankets on the bed, your chest rising and falling with your breaths.

but then he slows his pace suddenly, his grip on your hips loosening. your brows furrow as curiosity fills you. you slowly turn your head around to look at matt only to see him looking down at your back.

specifically your back tattoo.

“its- beautiful..” matt says, his voice a soft whisper.

“you say that like you’re questioning it.” you whisper back, letting out a soft breath of relief as you realize you didn’t do anything wrong.

matt rolls his eyes, letting out a soft murmur you couldn’t understand before moving one of his hands to your back, letting his digits run over the black ink.

“any reason for this design?” he asks, curiosity getting the best of him.

you couldn’t help but smile at his question, nodding softly. “the butterfly is my moms favorite animal. the flowers were my dad’s favorite.”

he hums and nods, his eyes darting up to look at you before back at the tattoo. “cute.”

he begins to softly thrust back into you, his fingers beginning to trace the black lines, as if he was drawing it out for you.

“you should let me color it in with markers one day.” he whispers, leaning down to kiss the top of your back, where the tattoo begins. and then you realize, this wouldn’t just be a one night stand.

tattoo inspo here.

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sweeetbabysblog · 1 day ago

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HHRRRNNNGGFHHHHH…

mouth is watering btw.

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sweeetbabysblog · 1 day ago

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"TAKE IT." . . . BIGDICK!MATT.

Matt growls loudly, grabbing your legs and pushing them back, spreading you wider. The new angle hits that special spot inside you with each thrust, making you scream.

"Take that fuckin' dick." He groans, watching your perfect face contort in pleasure, your mouth open in a perfect O.

"So— big—!" You cry out, his eyes flash with something primal at your words. He's always been big, and hearing you struggle to take him only makes him harder. He reaches down, wrapping his arm around your throat as he continues to pound into you. "Too big for this tiny little pussy?"

You try to shake your head, tears streaming down your face. "Nooo— can take it—"

He squeezes your throat gently, cutting off your air slightly. "That's my fuckin' girl." He thrusts harder, deeper, his balls slapping against you with each movement. "Mhhhf—" You pant heavily, chest rising and falling as your brain turns to mush from the lack of air.

He loves seeing you like this, helpless and full of his big dick. He unwraps his arm suddenly, letting you gasp for air. "You gonna keep saying you can take it?"

You mewl weakly, hands trembling on the sheets. "I— I can—" Before you can even finish your sentence, he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders. The new position opens you up even more, allowing him to hit your spot with every single thrust.

He starts fucking you so hard the headboard hits the wall repeatedly. "Keep talkin' shit."

"O-oh— god!" Your words are cut off by a loud scream as he nails that spot inside you again. He continues his brutal pace, his hips snapping forward as he buries himself deep inside you. You can feel every thick inch of him stretching you wide open.

"That's it, scream for me."

"Ohohohfuck—!"

The sound of your high-pitched screams fills the room, mixing with the wet sounds of him slamming into your cunt over and over again. His fingers dig into your legs hard enough to bruise as he holds you in place, using you like his personal fuck toy. "Fuck, you're so tight."

"Matt—"

Hearing his name on your lips sends him over the edge. He pounds into you even harder, his breathing ragged and loud. His cock swells inside you as he starts to come, filling you with his hot cum. "Take it." He growls out, pressing deep inside you.

He stays buried inside you for a moment before pulling out slowly. His cum starts dripping out of stretched hole immediately. He watches as more of his load leaks out, mixed with your own juices. "Good girl." He praises you softly, running a hand down your leg.

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what’s the freakiest thing bunny and matt have done mwuahahahahahahaha

I ♡ this question !!!!

it started like a little secret. sunday night, all dressed up for one of those grown-up dates !! bunny in something silky, little bow in her hair, and that damn necklace he got her. matt had his hand on her thigh the whole drive, just in love. but then she squirmed closer and nuzzled into him, mumbled something about feeling funny and being so warm. and god.. he knew exactly what that meant.

by the time they got to the restaurant, the lovense was in. nestled deep, humming softly inside her. bunny’s eyes were so wide, cheeks pink, legs pressed tight together. matt looked calm. casual. but under the table, the app was open.

and he’d tease her at random ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა tiny pulses mid-conversation. during dessert. when she bent over to fix her heel and gasped a little too loud. her hand squeezed his under the table and he squeezed back. always in control. always careful.nthey didn’t even finish their wine.

matt had her in the car, seat pushed back, panties long gone. whispering, ❝you’re so good, baby… fuck, look at you.❞ and bunny? giggling through her moans, dizzy with pleasure and love. so freaky, so spoiled, so his.

I would totally write this... let me know !!!

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── ⌗ older!matt . . . bunny!reader

❛ matt works too much and has been neglecting bunny ❜

When the door opens, it’s nearly midnight. Rain patters against the windows like tiny fingers, and the TV plays something soft and silly in the background. You sit curled up in your favourite corner of the couch, oversized sweater swallowing your frame, legs tucked underneath you, plushie hugged tight to your chest.

Matt walks in with his jaw clenched and his shoulders hunched like the weight of the world has settled there. His hair is damp, his button-up wrinkled, his tie hanging loose around his neck. He doesn’t see you at first. Doesn’t even glance. His phone glows against his cheek. ❝Yeah, I’ll have those numbers in by morning; just send me the file.❞

You wait. Quiet. Hopeful. But when he ends the call, it’s with a sharp exhale, and he still hasn’t looked your way. ❝Matt,❞ you whisper, voice barely louder than the TV. ❝I waited for you. I made dinner, and…❞ He sighs. Tired. Heavy. ❝Bunny, I’m doing everything I can. I can’t drop everything just because you’re feeling lonely.❞

The words aren’t screamed. But they slice. You blink, lips parting. Then press them shut again. You nod. Too fast. Too eager to hide the sting. He doesn’t mean it. You know that. But it still lands like cold water across warm skin. You’re not asking for the world. Just an hour. A look. A lap to crawl into. But lately, even that feels like a luxury. He disappears into the office instead of curling up beside you like he used to. And every time you reach out, he pulls further away.

So you try one more time. You pad into his office in your slippers, dragging your bunny blanket behind you. One of his old crewnecks hangs off your frame, the sleeves swallowed past your hands. ❝Can you come to bed? Just for a little?❞ He doesn’t look up. His voice is clipped.

❝I don’t have time to coddle you right now.❞ Coddle. Your heart falls. ❝I’m not a child,❞ you murmur, hurt blooming behind your ribs. He sighs again. Rubs a hand over his face. ❝Maybe you should get a hobby or something. Waiting around for me isn��t healthy.❞ You flinch.

Tears well immediately. You nod. You step away. And you don’t say goodnight, not trusting your voice, and back out of the room. The bedroom is cold. You climb under the covers with your face turned to the wall, hugging your plushie like it might keep your heart from splitting. And when he hears your soft crying through the door, barely-there sniffles, it's quiet and soft like everything you are—and that’s what breaks him.

He comes in minutes later, sleeves rolled, guilt in every step. He crawls in behind you, arms circling your waist, face in your neck. The sound of your little sobs muffled into his pillow. And he realises. He’s been hurting the one thing he’s been working so hard to protect. When he finally climbs into bed, his arms around you are tight, desperate.

❝I didn’t mean any of it, bunny. I’m sorry. I’ve been so far in my head, I forgot what I was coming home for.❞ You sniffle, but you don’t melt into him the way you usually do. Your back stays to his chest. Your voice comes out steady, quiet. ❝You made me feel like a burden.❞ He flinches. You don’t see it, but he does. It sits heavy in his throat.

❝You’re not. You’re everything. I’ve been so caught up—so buried in work trying to make everything perfect for us, and I didn’t see what I was letting fall apart.❞ You say nothing, just breathing slowly, eyelids heavy. You don’t push him away, but you don’t pull him closer, either. ❝I cleared my meetings for tomorrow,❞ he murmurs. ❝All of them. We’ll go out—anywhere you want. I just… I need to make it right. I’ll spend the whole day loving you properly, bunny.❞

He kisses the back of your shoulder, aching and slow. He stays awake long after you’ve drifted off, arms wrapped around your curled-up frame, guilt pressing into his chest like weight. He swears to himself he’ll do better. You don’t need perfect. You just needed him. And now, finally, he sees it.

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⋆˚࿔ throat trained ⟢

getting messy for neighbor!matt

you sat on your knees between matt’s legs messily slurping his cock that was shoved down your throat, your eyesight filling with salty tears as they ran down your cheeks, mixing with your dripping saliva.

he bucked his hips forward, replacing a small grunt with a deep chuckle, feeling the back of your throat pulse around his throbbing tip, your fingernails digging into the back of his thighs, hurriedly gathering air with your nose.

“fuck, who throat trained you, huh?”

your aching cunt fluttered at his words, your sloppy hole clenching around nothing while you began hollowing your cheeks. the suckling noises kept getting louder the faster you bobbed your head, filling up the small space of your living room.

“my neighbor looks so cute on her knees f’me.” he rasped, groaning at the wet ‘plop’ noises his cock made. matt couldn’t keep his eyes off you— your cheeks were tainted a light pink tone, your forehead sticky from the small beads of sweat but most importantly you were stuffed full.

“lookin’ pretty with my cock down your throat.”

matt felt his blood rush quicker with the whimpering and humming noises you made around his dick, cupping both of your cheeks and bruising your muscle tube. your spit hanging from his balls in a drooling form, creating a tiny puddle on your wooden floor beneath him.

he found pleasure in the way you swallowed him without a single complaint, you were always so eager to please him, letting him use you in any form he wanted and he won’t lie, he has purposely left things loose or broken other items in your home just to get another knock on his door, it’s worked so many times.

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ i’m not back on tumblr yet but i just wanted to share something that’s been in my drafts for the longest :)

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before it hurts 𝜗𝜚 matthew sturniolo

cw— pussy eating, matt with piercings.

opening your front door is always scary because you never know what's waiting for you: a serial killer, a long-awaited package, a friend, family, or even your boyfriend. with a new piece of jewelry twinkling around his thin eyebrow. your own eyebrows furrowed and your jaw went slack. “what the fuck?” you say, giving him a warm welcome into your home. the new addition distracted you from the bouquet in his hands, which was soon to be on your countertop.

his keys rattled against the marble as he placed his belongings down. “saw a tiktok and found a shop that took walk-ins.” “only 50 bucks,” he bragged, smiling as he sat on your couch. “50 bucks for one piercing is insane, you got scammed, bad,” you sigh as you straddle him. holding his fuzzy face, your hands move his head in every direction so you could get a closer look at him and his new friend. “did i?” he asks, sticking his tongue out. showing you the silver ball in the center of his tongue.

speechless. absolutely gobsmacked. he looked so good. like panty wetting good. “holy fuck, did it hurt” you ask, your curiosity still getting the best of you. snickering, he shakes his head. messing up his curled hair in the process. “nah but it should be soon, according to the piercer” “did you wanna eat something before it starts? i have food in the fridge or we could order something” gripping your waist tighter and pulling you closer, matt grins stupidly. “yeah i could eat”

before you could speak, matt flipped you onto the soft couch cushions. his silver chained dangled over your face as he hovered over you, lust filled blue eyes scanning your features. “matt, c'mon you know what i meant.” you groan, hoping he didn't notice your squirming or your thighs squeezing together at the mention of getting head. “yeah and i don't really care. i want to eat you.” your protests go to waste within seconds as he leans in, plush lips engulfing yours for a messy kiss.

your tongues swap spit passionately as the kiss gets deeper, matt’s face smushing with yours as he moves. your hands find his neck as he pulls away, taking a deep breath before trailing his kisses down your neck, lips feeling hot against your skin. his hands grope your tits through your thin shirt as he moves down your body. you moan at his rough touch, the sound bringing a smirk to his lips. “saving these for later,” he mumbles, forcing himself to move away from your breasts.

his fingers dig into your thighs, spreading them and marking the insides with ease. your attention remained on the pierced boy as he kissed above the waistband of your shorts, his movements slow and calculated. his mouth opened in what you thought to be a sloppier kiss. wrong. his perfect teeth sank into the fabric to get a good grip before he pulled. "asshole. what if i liked these shorts, huh?" you whine, grabbing his hair in retaliation. he only spared you an annoyed glance before stripping you bare.

matt was salivating at the sight of you under him, so perfect, so irresistible, so much so that he wished he could take his time with you. the cold metal sent shockwaves throughout your lower half as he licked long and wet stripes along your inner thighs. your moans were already filling the air, and he hadn't even touched you where you needed. leaning closer in between your legs he sniffs your pussy, letting the smell fill his lungs before he feasts on it.

his tongue took your breath away, for the second time today, you were rendered speechless. matt was always talented with his mouth, but this was on a different level. his muscle moved slow and fast at the same time and focused on touching every part of your pussy. the tip of his tongue flicked at your clit, adding to the arousal that collected from the prior makeout. your fingers play in his dark hair as he eats like a starved man, moaning and groaning into you like you were his last meal.

“shit shit—matt—fuck” you moan, feeling his nose brush your senstive clit as he licks all inside your folds. the metal ball glides smoothly inside and around your pussy, the movements picking up your wetness with ease. he mumbles something that you couldn't hear before bringing his fingers up to spread you wide. you could see the determination in his features, and it turned you on. “don't even care if it starts hurting. i'm not gonna stop,” he grunts, diving back in for more.

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can you do reader getting mad that her panties are missing and then she storms into matt's room to confront him. and he puts her in her place and then afterwards slips her panties into her back pocket as she's leaving the room?

⌗ . . . DID YOU TAKE THEM?

WARNINGS : SMUT. PNV. STEPBROTHER!MATT PUTTING YOU IN YOUR PLACE AFTER YOU’RE A BRAT TO HIM. (he didn’t actually steal ur panties…chris did tho).

i had an idea for this in mind already so it’s tweaked just a little. so technically a part 2 to chris using your panties to get off

you were going crazy. your room absolutely tore apart as you tore through your drawer one more time. but there was nothing.

your underwear was missing. the white ones with the little bow on the front—your favorite ones. and you were losing your mind. you had never lost them before, they were here because you wore them so often.

you stood in front of your dresser—your fists clenched at your sides with your towel wrapped around your wet body from your shower. the water still dripping from your hair as you looked for your underwear.

“where the fuck are they?” you muttered. your stomach twisted, annoyed and uncomfortable, because those weren’t just any panties. they were cute. soft. and they made you feel good. they were your favorite ones and they were in here just the other day.

and now they were gone.

you stood there for a moment, trying to think of where you could’ve put them. but it wasn’t until you replayed the last couple days in your head that a certain face came to mind.

matt.

the way he had you a few nights ago on your bed, spread open and stuffing the same pair into your mouth to keep you quiet as he fucked you. your thighs clenched at the thought—your mind already wandering off into the gutter.

but you quickly snapped out of it and you threw on the first thing you could find—an oversized shirt and sleep shorts—and stomped down the hallway toward his room. you didn’t bother to knock, instead you shoved his door open and glared.

he was lounging on his bed in his sweats. his rings on his fingers, a book in one hand and a snack bag in the other. and really that only pissed you off more. because how could he sit here like this after taking your underwear? he knows they’re you’re favorite.

his eyes had flicked over to you the moment you stormed in, already having heard your rather loud stomps against the floor. “the fuck are you doing?” he asked, raising a brow at you as you stood there with your arms crossed over your chest.

“where are they?” you snipped at him, your tone obviously very annoyed. matt looked at you like you lost your fucking mind. “where’s what?” he asked.

you scowled at him. “don’t play dumb with me Matthew. i’m talking about my panties. the white ones. the ones with the little bow.” you narrowed your eyes. “and i know you took them.” and that got his attention.

he looked up at you slowly, his jaw tightening like he couldn’t believe the accusation you were placing against him. “you serious?” and before you could even get a word out, he was up off the bed. you took a step back stunned, the words slipping from your mind as you were suddenly aware of how close he was.

“you think i need to steal your panties?” he asked, his eyes fixed on yours. “you think i can’t get you all wet in ’em before I rip ’em off myself?” he continued, placing a hand on your hip. “just like i did the other night? remember that sweetheart?”

you breath caught in your throat. and you hated the way your thighs pressed together instinctively. hated how smug he looked when he saw your reaction. “don’t come in here accusing me of shit unless you’re ready to deal with the consequences.”

and you snapped. “i’m not scared of you.” you said, your chin tilted up like you were trying to seem bigger than him. but your stomach fluttered. matt smirked, stepping even closer to you until he pushed your back against the wall. “oh, sweetheart. you should be.”

his other hand came up and grabbed your jaw, tilting your face up to his—his fingers were cool against your skin thanks to the rings. “you miss me that bad? had to make up a little story just so i’d put my hands on you?”

your heart was pounding against your chest, heat rising to your face. you hated how much your body betrayed you when he talked like that. how your breath hitched. how your skin burned just to having him lose like this.

“I didn’t. my panties are missing matt.” you tried to argue back, but your voice wavered slightly as his fingers dug in slightly to your skin. “you did though baby. you came in here acting like a brat and accusing me of shit.”

your lips parted, opening your mouth to try and say something—anything—but he caught your bottom lip between his fingers and tugged. “you know better than to talk to me like that.”

and you swallowed as he leaned down, bringing his lips and whispering the next words directly against your ear. “now apologize.” you couldn’t help it as your breath came out shaky, your walls crumpling in seconds. “…m’sorry.” you whispered, your eyes trying to look away from him but he didn’t like that.

“nuh-uh.” he said, letting go of your lip to grab your face in his hand, making you look at him. “for what sweetheart? what’re you sorry for?” his eyes burned into yours, holding your gaze until you said something. “for thinking you stole them.” you mumbled, his hand making it a little hard to talk. matt leaned back a little and grinned. “good girl.”

your stomach flipped at the praise.

it took you a moment before you registered his fingers sliding under the hem of your sleep shorts in one smooth motion. he didn’t even give you time to react before he pressed two fingers straight against your clothed cunt.

you were wet—you knew you would be. but you weren’t expecting him to do anything. and he smirked, his eyes dropping down to where his fingers were for a moment before moving back up to you. “didn’t even have panties on? how convenient.” and you whined, not responding to him. you didn’t trust your voice.

quickly he spun you around and shoved you up against his wall—your hands bracing against it for balance. you shuttered as his hand moved to tugged your shorts down in one yank, exposing your pussy to the cool air and his greedy eyes.

you could hear his clothes shuffling before you heard the sound of him spitting and then his fist moving a long his cock a few times. he moved, pressing himself against you. “say please baby.” he said, dragging the head of his cock between your folds now, teasing your entrance.

you whined, your body pushing back into him. “matt.” you whined out now—the embarrassment now creeping through you. one of his hands came up to thread into your hair, giving it a tug. “c’mon, say it.” he gritted.

and you caved—just like that. “please matt… please fuck me.” you didn’t even remember what you came in here for anymore, every thought in your mind revolved around him now. he smirked, muttering a praise you didn’t hear as he began to slide inside you—only enough to let your walls flutter around his tip.

“that bratty little mouth of yours.” he hissed as he grabbed ahold of your hair harder, tugging your head back. “always got somethin’ smart to say until you’ve got my cock buried inside you.” his hips began to push forward, bottoming himself out before his hips pulled back and repeated the same motion.

the sound of skin slapping filled the room quickly as he began thrusting hard, each thrust of his hips pushing you further into the wall—his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. your hands grabbed at the wall for support, whimpering his name with every thrust.

“take it.” he growled. “always take m’dick so fuckin’ well sweetheart.” your body burned with need—his words making your walls clench around his cock. your legs trembled, you could feel the way they wanted to give out.

and they started to.

so matt let go of your hair, using both of his hands to hold you up so you didn’t fall down fully. your back did arch more, the angle change making you sob as the tip of his cock rammed into you over and over again. your walls were clenching so hard around him that he hissed and slapped your ass.

that sent you over the edge. the pain radiated through your body, red blossoming over the swell of your ass as you shook—your juices dripping down around him as you came. but he didn’t stop.

“is it too much baby? hm?” he mocked. “thought you were tough? what happened huh?” his hips picked up the pace, one of his hands holding you can around, pressing on your lower belly. “o-oh fuck—matt, please..can’t.” you whimpered, the feeling overwhelming as he hummed and pressed on that spot more.

“yes you can. you’ve taken more before baby. know you can take my cock just fine.” and his hips sped up. his pelvis slapping against your ass as he began to chase his own high, your body shaking as small gasps left your lips. you were overstimulated.

“not a fuckin’ liar.” he gritted out as he slammed his hips into you a few times before burying himself inside your wake walls. his grip turned possessive on your hips as he spilled deep inside you, breathing heavy against the back of your neck.

he stayed there for a moment, letting both of you catch your breaths. you weren’t sure how long he was there for, but he was already softening by the time he pulled himself out of you. and when he finally pulled back he whispered. “I didn’t take your fucking panties.”

and that made you snap out of it. you blinked a few times before setting yourself straight—looking over your shoulder at him dazed. “what?” you said. you thought maybe he was fucking you because he was guilty—not because he didn’t have them.

you turned yourself around fully, fixing your clothes as you watched him smirk. one of his hands coming up to wipe under your eye to catch a stray tear. “go check your laundry maybe? you forget shit everywhere.” he said as he tugged his sweats back on like nothing happened.

you stayed there for a moment, sore and stunned before slowly pulling your shorts back up your legs and making your way to his door. you stopped for a moment, looking back at home before opening his door and hobbling down the hallway. your body still tingling from everything he’d just done to you.

so you opened your door and looked looked toward your laundry basket where you swore you checked at least a hundred different times.

and your heart stopped.

sitting right on top of your dirty clothes… were the with panties with the little bow. you stared at them in disbelief—you absolutely swore they weren’t there before. you looked, you know you did, you looked everywhere.

slowly you shut your door behind you, making your way over to your laundry basket. you bent down slowly and picked them up, and turned them over.

they were warm—like they hadn’t been there for long. your eyes noticed how they had little stains on them. and something about them smelled… weird. not just laundry.

like someone else had touched them.

a/n : the stepbrother!matt content i’m giving you guys

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bsf! matt rubbing bsf readers clit

WARNINGS : SMUT. CLIT RUBBING. CHEATING (i don’t condone it, but this is fiction!).

you weren’t even sure how you ended up in this position. your back flat to your bed as matt—your best friend—sat between your thighs. his fingers making slow motions on your clit, drawing small moans from your mouth.

it was somewhere between talking about the exes you had and how they didn’t know how to please you—and how your now current boyfriend doesn’t know how to please you either.

and matt had gotten fed up with it—with hearing how you could never land the right guy and how they couldn’t make you cum at all. he knew he could make you cum, knew that he was so much better than all those other guys. so when he said that to you?—you didn’t believe him.

you thought all guys were the same, how they couldn’t make a girl cum even if it was on their death bed. so he decided to prove you wrong. and now you were here with him between your legs. on your own bed. while your boyfriends texts were being forgotten on the bed next to you.

“look at you.” he cooed, applying more pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves. the action making your back arch. he’d been doing the same thing for ages—and yet, you were so fucking wet for him. you whined, bucking your hips against his fingers.

“thought we were all the same hm?” he mocked, moving his fingers away from your clit to dip down quickly—pushing inside you for only a moment before pulling back. dragging his fingers back up through your wetness to circle your clit again.

god you were wrong—so fucking wrong.

you shook your head quickly, moaning out his name as you could feel your stomach begin to tighten—your orgasm approaching fast. “n-no! was—was wrong, m’sorry!” you cried out and matt let out a groan, circling his fingers faster.

“yeah, know you were baby. gonna make you cum now yeah? c’mon fuckin’ give it t’me.”

a/n ; first post of the day! idk if they will all have taglists cause i don’t wanna annoy you all with the spam posting 😭

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In love with stepbrother Matt! Also a big fan of him being mean lol. I’m imagining them on a family road trip. Three row van. Them all the way in the back. Music up loud. Matt initiating since it’s been a week since they’ve messed around. Reader being scared since their parents are up front. He keeps his hand around over her mouth to keep her quiet. Him threatening to get them caught if she doesn’t stop holding back her orgasm. Also results in her squirting for the first time as he cream pies her.

⌗ . . . ON THE ROAD

WARNINGS : PUBLIC (in the car with other people in it). SMUT. THREATENING TO GET CAUGHT. FINGERING. HAND JOB.

i changed this just a little bit cause i already had an idea in mind for something like this, and i feel like them fucking with everyone in there might be more obvious and such.

the backseat was too cramped. you had a few things to your left side—things that didn’t fit anywhere else in the car which made you get pushed closer to matt.

your leg was touching his, the blanket you had brought was draped over both of your laps. initially you wanted the blanket because of the ac and how chilly it was getting in the car—but—matt decided he wanted to share.

which you were okay with—but the thought of being this close with your whole family in the car made your brain short circuit. no one had figured out you and matt were sleeping with one another, and that was a good thing.

that didn’t mean your nerves weren’t racing anytime you were too close to him, afraid your mom or his dad would take one good look at you both and know what was going on.

you could feel how warm his body was against yours, the place where your leg was touching his felt like it was on fire. and honestly—you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about what happened your last family trip. when he touched you and let his hands wander everywhere.

you tried to ignore the growing heat curling inside your stomach—right now wasn’t the time for that. i mean you couldn’t—right?—not with everyone in here. so you looked out the window, listening to the hum of the tires on the highway being drowned out by smaller sounds. the music up front keeping your mom and step dad distracted.

you took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the feeling. but you felt matt shifted just slightly next to you—and it was like your whole focus shattered. his thigh was pressed harder into yours under the blanket. you turned your head to look at him, finding his gaze looking forward and not at you. but then… your eyes caught the way his hand landed on your knee.

and you froze.

he didn’t even look at you. he just kept his gaze looking forward, watching whatever thing passed by next. he was acting as if he wasn’t doing anything wrong—like his fingers weren’t slowly starting to slide up your leg, moving to the inside of your thigh.

your whole body reacted quickly—the heat blooming in your stomach like a match to gasoline. you flicked your eyes up front quickly, afraid someone’s eyes might catch what was going on, even if it was so subtle. but your mom was bobbing her head to the music and your step dad was focused on the road. chris was in the middle row with his headphones in, scrolling on his phone, not paying attention to anyone.

still, even after making sure no one was watching—your heart raced like you were about to get caught red-handed. “matt.” you hissed as his hand went higher, and you turned your head just slightly toward him.

his lips were curled into a dirty grin. he knew what you were feeling—could feel how tense you were under his hand. but he didn’t turn his head until a moment later, cocking a brow at you. “you gonna stop me?” he mocked, knowing damn well you couldn’t and didn’t want to already.

matt watched as your gaze flicked away for a moment and he hummed, giving you a silent answer of ‘that’s what i thought’ before his hand made its way hight to the waistband of your shorts. his fingers slipped under the band of your shorts—under the blanket, hidden from view. gently his fingers inched closer and closer until he pressed them right over your soaked panties.

the lacy material wet and clinging to your folds. matt hissed at the feelings, pressing his fingers down a little. “so wet sweetheart.” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.

“I—I,” you stammered, the words dying on your tongue your hips shifted into his hand, grinding down on it. you were embarrassed at how easily he could make you wet, even when he wasn’t touching you. he loved how easily you caved for him, it was like you couldn’t resist having his hands all over you.

he quickly slipped two fingers under the damp fabric, finding your clit with practiced ease. your hands clenched the edge of the blanket, teeth biting your bottom lip so hard you swore you’d break skin. you couldn’t help but let your gaze dart up again. chris was still on his phone.

and when your gaze shifted to your mom—she turned around slightly to ask something, and you immediately sat straighter, heart pounding against your chest. but she didn’t seem to notice anything—just smiled and asked chris to pass you a water bottle before turning back.

matt’s fingers hadn’t stopped when chris grabbed a bottle from the cold bag you guys had brought with for snacks and drinks. in fact, he moved down to push two fingers deeper into you as soon as chris looked at you.

your lips had parted slightly, a small noise almost escaping your lips but you held it together. you let a shaky hand come up, grabbing the bottle from chris and giving him and smile the best you could before he turned back around.

his fingers moved slow, curling up with that perfect drag that made your legs jerk. you whimpered quietly, the noise barely audible unless you were listening for it. which matt was—he knew you had a hard time staying quiet sometimes.

“shhh.” he cooed, leaning his body towards yours just a little more than it already was. “you want them to hear you back here, sweetheart?” you shook your head, but your eyes fluttered shut. it was pathetic that you were so close already, your body rocking against his hand in tiny, desperate movements. you could feel the orgasm building.

matt noticed, watching how you humped his hand now, rubbing your clit against the palm of his hand as his fingers fucked you deep. but he wasn’t gonna let you cum yet—so he stilled his fingers, removing them from you.

you gasped, eye snapping open and blinking wide at him in disbelief. he leaned in, a smile on his face—not the nice kind, no—he was being mean and he knew it. “not yet. want you to help me now, baby. want us to finish together. can y’do that baby?”

and your heart punched your ribcage. just the thought of having your hand wrapped around him while his fingers were buried inside you made you flush—your hips grinding down against the seat a little. and so you nodded, panting softly as you waited.

gently his hand moved to your own, guiding it over to his lap beneath the blanket. you hadn’t even realized how hard he’d gotten—his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. your eyes flicked up front again. everyone still looked distracted. the music was loud enough. and you took that as a good enough sign that you guys were okay.

when your attention turned back to matt, your hand fumbled for just a second with the button on his jeans, then unzipped him, freeing his cock into your hand. he was already leaking onto your hand and the first swipe of your thumb across his tip, the action making him hiss quietly.

“stroke me.” he whispered, before moving his hand back into your shorts, into your panties before curling two of his fingers back into your cunt. you whined softly, sucking in a breath. “match me, okay? we cum together, or I make you wait till we get to the motel.”

your breath hitched at that—the motel was still two hours away—surely he wouldn’t do that? but it was matt. you knew how mean he could be. you wouldn’t put it past him to not stick to his word.

so you started to move your hand in time with the rhythm of his fingers—slow but tight, your thumb teasing the sensitive head of him with every stroke. it was the hottest thing, watching the way his teeth dug into his bottom lip when you squeezed your hand just tight enough around him and when you gave the head of his cock more attention.

by now you were both panting—barely audible but frantic. your eyes flicking up to everyone every once in a while to make sure no one would catch what you guys were doing. but every time you did—your walls clamped down around his fingers more. you did like the idea of getting caught, just the thought of it was making the band in your stomach tighter with each passing minute.

“i can feel you clenching.” he murmured. “you gonna cum on my fingers like a good girl while you jerk me off? hm?” and You nodded fast, your lips parting in silent gasps. still—you looked forward once again. chris had changed songs. your mom and step dad were arguing over directions.

it was still safe—barely.

your attention was drawn back to matt when you felt the way he throbbed in your hold. feeling the way his body began to tense under your hand. “don’t stop.” matt gritted, his lips parting as he looked down at his lap where your hand was moving under the blanket—he wished he could lift it up and watch. “don’t fuckin’ stop.”

so you sped up, moving your hand faster over his cock as his fingers sped up inside you, hitting your spot over and over again until your thighs began to shake. the band in your stomach became incredibly tight, your free hand coming up to your mouth as you bit your knuckles to stay silent as you came around his fingers. your eyes rolling back. but that didn’t slow your hand.

matt hissed, his hips twitching up to fuck your fist as he cursed under his breath. quiet “fuckfuckfuck” slipping past his lips before his cock twitched in your hand and hot spurts of cum spilled over your fingers as he came.

you both sat there for a moment, flushed and gasping, the air around you thick with heat and adrenaline. your eyes were growing heavy, flicking between matt and everyone else—making sure no one was looking still.

it was a moment before matt leaned in, mouth barely grazing your temple in a light kiss. he couldn’t not give you a kiss—you did so well for him. gently he took the blanket and used it to wipe up whatever mess that was made and you. you’ll just have to wash it later, but you didn’t mind.

and then—just like that—he zipped himself back up. moving the blanket to an area that wasn’t between you two and opened his arms up.

surely they wouldn’t mind if you cuddled him—he is your step brother after all…they’d see it as getting along.

a/n : need him now.

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