swiftiolo

[swiftiolo]

— bearded matt eating you out

★ not even adding this one to the 1 year special this is literally just how horny i am rn ★

your thighs burn from matt’s beard rash. he’s been in between your legs for what seemed way too long, teasing your open cunt with the tip of his tongue. matt refuses to remove his hat — instead, he just turns it backwards so he can have a better view of you. he claims it would be a quick one, “just a taste” he grins before going down on you.

matt drags his wet muscle across your drenched pussy, your walls throbbing against. he doesn’t make any effort to get in nor to give some attention to your clit, torturing you with sloppy kitten licks.

at the same time it feels too much — it’s barely enough. his thick beard brushes against your sensitive skin, the spiky hairs leaving several scratches on you. his gaze flickers between your face and your pussy, watching your reactions as he keeps on teasing you.

matt doesn’t say a word, his blue eyes piercing your own, as if reading your mind. “ask nicely” he muffles, his forearm wrapping your entire thigh as he tilts his face. “please” you huff in frustration after a failed attempt to reach for his hair. “please i need— need you”

“need me?” he chuckles, ego inflating. “for what? aren’t you a big girl?” matt teases, his hand palming every inch of skin he could grab. with a sly grin, matt gives another long lick, starting at your hole and stopping by your clit. he places a kiss on your hardened nub, waiting for your words.

“please” you whine. your legs only stood up because matthew was holding them — you could feel them trembling, spasms taking over your body. “matt please eat me out” you finally manage to speak. he nods before going back to your pussy, finally putting some effort into making you feel good.

matt latches his lips on your clit, sucking it hungrily. his tongue swirls around it, his beard getting wet from both his drool and your juices. you buck your hips unwittingly, practically grinding against matt’s face. he takes it as a sign to keep going — further, faster, stronger.

you call his name several times as you feel the knot on your lower tummy begging to be released. his tongue already did an amazing job, but this time, his grown out beard was stimulating your folds, gently tickling your walls. “matt—fuck!” you speak, throwing your head back. “‘m gonna cum!”

“go ahead” he muffles on your pussy, the vibration from his voice sending a wave of pleasure through your body as your orgasm hits you. your thighs struggle to stay open, your knees trying to close around matt’s head as your toes curl and your eyes roll in pleasure.

matt pulls away with a satisfied smile, as if he just had a full course meal. you can tell his cheeks are flushed even when covered, small droplets of sweat dripping for his sideburns, adding to the mess of your release on his beard. he lays next to you, scratching his neck. “another round? without the beard this time”.

[swiftiolo]

— 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁

“o— oh my— fuck!” you squealed as he pounded into you at a ruthless pace. he gave a squeeze to your hips as if he wasn’t gripping them hard enough “my god baby.. we gotta work on that language of yours, yeah? such a dirty mouth”

your hands reached for anything — anything that could keep you in place while he fucked your brains out. you didn’t know how he kept his composure — how he acted so sweet and soft while this was nothing but that.

“y-yes! ‘m sorry” he couldn’t hold back that sickening smirk, he could tell by the noises you made that you were so close to losing yourself, so close to breaking and letting go.

“my sweet, sweet, little girl.. so pretty” you felt everything as his fucked you with his thick cock, you were aware of what was happening and how good you felt, but you had no idea what was going on around you, and quite frankly, you didn’t care, you just knew you never wanted him to stop.

“you’re taking daddy’s cock so good today princess, not tryna run away or anything, just taking it all like a good girl” you opened your mouth to speak, but strings of moans flew out instead “i know.. so stuffed that you can’t even talk anymore.. poor thing”

you could feel matt’s veins pumping against your walls, his girth filling you up entirely. his swollen tip bruised your cervix restlessly as you gripped on the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut. 

matt was delighted by the sight underneath him. your legs spread apart, knees resting on his hips. you fitted just like a puzzle — perfectly. the sound of skin slapping along with your high-pitched moans took over the room, your head jaw falling slack once matt brought his thumb to your clit. “fuck!” you managed to cuss out, receiving a smirk in response.

“yeah baby? d’ya like when daddy fucks you like this?” he asked, already aware of the answer. you nodded desperately as he continued dragging his cock in and out of you.

a frustrated whine came with a pout as matt removed his finger from your hardened bud, his digits tracing patterns across your tummy and outlining the shape of his own cock. “look at this, darling” you didn’t want to — you could snap at any second, and matt got so mad when you came without permission. 

noticing you wouldn’t give in, matt pressed his palm against you. you had to open your eyes. his cock was all the way inside and both of you could feel it. 

your eyes fluttered open, but you didn’t immediately look down, you stared into his eyes, the look you gave him was practically begging him to let you not look down, but he wasn’t having any of it.

his thrusts became rougher, your moans somehow becoming louder “p-please” you managed to stutter out. he tilts his head to the side, his eye contact was driving you insane, it was intense. “go on princess, look at it”

your eyes flickered down, and god, your breath quickened, pleasure building up faster. a large bulge in your tummy — a large bulge created by his huge cock. you watched as it appeared and went away as he fucked your tiny hole.

you threw your head back, back arching. “i didn’t say look away baby? keep your eyes right here until i say otherwise, alright?” he pressed down on your tummy.

you had to listen to everything he said. you couldn’t deny him, you wanted to please him so badly, and you were already afraid you disappointed him when you didn’t want to look the first time.

 “there you go” matt praised, his grip growing tighter as he got closer to reaching his high. “taking daddy’s cock so— so well princess” he groaned, throwing his head back. you wrapped him perfectly — so wet, so warm. “want ya to cum around my cock, baby” matt said, almost giving you permission. of course you would have to ask, but the fact that he was almost there with you was more than enough for your pussy to throb, your gummy walls pulsating against his girth as your thighs clenched together, trying to delay your inevitable orgasm.  

“nuh uh princess, keep these pretty things open” he used his large hands to force them back open “bet you wanna cum so bad hm?” you moaned as you nod, the knot built up in your tummy quicker than you wanted it to, you were trying so hard to hold back — you wanted to hold back for him. 

you wanted to be his good little girl, you wanted to be his obedient baby, you wanted to be everything for him.

“you can— fuck… you can hold out a little longer, right baby?” your breath came in as short gasps “c.. can’t” you whined. “yes you can, just another minute...” your chest heaved as you orgasm approached.

“daddy! i-i can’t!” your moans became louder, closer together, shorter. you bucked your hips at the overwhelming pleasure. you clenched around him hard, pure bliss washing over you.

“oh baby.. you know daddy doesn’t like when you disobey” he puts his arms on either sides of your head, making your bodies touch. you couldn’t think of what to say, he’s fucked you brainless. as quick as your orgasm hit, so did the overstimulation. he never stopped ramming his thick cock inside of you, he kept his pace, and it was just as rough.

matt locked his jaw, mindlessly pounding into you — it didn’t take long until his orgasm washed over him, the almost nasty, squelching sound of both of your releases being mixed. he came in long, thick spurts, paint your walls white. “fuck princess.. helped daddy make a little mess, didn’t you?” you just stared up at him for a second before nodding “yeah... yeah you did…”

“just got one thing to say baby… don’t cum without my permission ever again, alright?” his body collapsed over yours, both of your chests glueing against each other. he turns his head to you, placing a kiss on your forehead “my good fucking girl”.

dilf!matt originally created by @luvs4matt. i got her consent and authorization to write for him and we decided to do a much needed collab! we have a few other things planned… but that’s a secret!

told yall we had a big surprise! i know i haven’t been active here but i promise — one more week and i’m all yours again! thank you for being so understanding and loving. this collab is part of my (and hers!) one year special 🤍

[swiftiolo]

— MATT FINGERS YOU WHILE YOU HAVE TO PEE

you squirm on matt’s lap as he presses his chapped lips against your neck, opening his mouth and lightly sucking your skin. his hands travel around your body, forcing your hips down, your clothed pussy rubbing against his hardened dick.

matt’s slender fingers reach your panties, playing with the waistband of your underwear. you let out a soft moan when his digits gently press your clit through the fabric, feeling the wet spot staining the cotton.

however, that wetness wasn’t only from your leaking juices. your bladder has been hurting for a while, the need to release growing stronger. “so wet for me” matt whispers, his index rubbing your clit in circular motions. he goes further, managing to pull the fabric to the side and drag his fingers through your folds, reaching every inch of your pussy.

you gasp when matt pats your entrance, the sudden contact making it harder to hold. he furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head, “what’s wrong?” he asks, concern showing though his tone. you simply deny with your head, not wanting to tell him the real reason why you’re so squirmy. “keep going please” you almost beg, hiding your face on the crook of his neck.

matt finally slips his middle finger in, a loud moan escaping from the back of your throat. “such a tight little pussy” he chuckles at your desperation, sliding himself all the way in and slightly curling his knuckles inside you. your lower belly starts to tighten, not really sure whether you’re close to cumming or peeing yourself.

matt notices how your gummy walls start to pulse around his finger, fastening his pace and reaching your sweet spot — causing you to leak on his hand. he feels the sudden droplets wetting his palm, another confused expression appearing on his face. you don’t move or speak, too embarrassed to admit that you just let out a little bit of pee as matt fingered you.

he chuckles again, slowing his movements. his index reachers your entrance, pushing himself into your leaking hole, adding another finger. “did someone have an accident?” matt coos as you throw your head back and your mouth hangs open, two of his fingers being enough to fill you up entirely. “what is this on my hand hm? did you have to go baby?” he continues to tease, and you let out a sob.

“‘m sorry—” you manage to speak, trying to think of a good excuse. the truth is that you were so deeply lost in his touch you didn’t realize your bladder would have given up that easily. “i can hold it, i promise, just keep going please” you beg, placing both hands on matt’s shoulders, practically fucking yourself on his fingers now that he had stopped.

matt clicks his tongue, a disappointed sigh escaping from his lips. you immediately pout — the last thing you wanted was to be punished for not being able to hold your own bladder. “‘m sorry i didn’t mean it” you panic. his free hand goes to the back of your head, gently tugging on your hair. “finish what you started” matt commands.

“go on” he insists, curling his fingers inside once again. “i bet you still have a lot left in you” matt says, placing his palm on your lower tummy. he pushes it lightly, causing you to whimper. “you must be so full, princess”

“please” you cry, using your last bit of strength to beg. “please ‘m gonna—ah! ‘m gonna pee!” your warn, almost immediately losing control. matt smirks at the sight, feeling the warm liquid spreading onto his hand and down his thighs, completely soaking his jeans. you’re pissing yourself on matt’s lap while he continues to move his fingers inside you, the loud hiss of your release and your small cries taking over the room.

“such a good fucking girl” matt praises, making you even more embarrassed. “making such a big mess for me” he says once you’re finally done. your panties and your cheeks are drenched in wetness as matt plants kisses across you collarbone, trailing towards your neck. he finally picks up his previous pace, thrusting deep inside you. his digits with your cervix and your legs almost give up, your approaching orgasm causing you to tremble.

“cum for me, my messy little girl” matt gives you permission and you finally let go. your pussy gushes out cum and a few drops of pee, emptying yourself on matt’s fingers. your body falls slack against his and you nuzzle your face on his chest, trying to recover from the overwhelming sensation. matt traces patterns on your back, soothing you before placing a kiss on the top of your head, “we gotta clean those pissy panties, hm?”

DAY ONE — finally!!!! here it is to all of you pissy panties!!!! hope you enjoy it and if you wanna be tagged on this special only, please comment on this post! thank you @luvs4matt for helping me with this! 🤍

[swiftiolo]

— matt misses you a little too much

★ another one thank you, inspired by this ★

tw: sub!matt + PISS kink — don’t read it if you don’t like it! this a fetish, a kink, and none of this is real. it’s fanfiction, purely for entertainment purposes.

you hear the sheets ruffling as you open the door, matt quickly standing up and dragging his feet towards your direction. he hugs you tightly, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck. “missed you too” you chuckle, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

“kept looking at the crowd the whole time” matt pouts, his baby blue gaze flickering between your chest and your lips. “thought you’d be there earlier” he complains in a playful tone. you hug him once more, peppering his face with kisses.

matt giggles at the attack, allowing you to go further. your digits meet his waist, gently tickling him above the fabric. he laughs loudly — noticing something happening inside his pants. matt didn’t even realize he had been holding his bladder for that long, causing him to let out a few droplets of pee through his sweaters. but he tries to play it cool. it is not a big deal. he wraps his forearm around your neck, leading the way to his bed.

not long after, your fingers are tugging on his hair, forcing his head back so you could access his neck. you nibble at his pale skin, opening your mouth to suck deeper. matt moans as you place your palm above his cock, squirming under your touch.

you pull away, taking a look at matt. that’s when you notice a small stain on his pants, right above his boner. “what’s this hm?” you ask warmly, caressing his thigh. “that needy?” you continue to tease him, not aware that specific spot wasn’t exactly pre-cum.

“c-couldn’t hold it” matt whines, looking away from you. your gaze travels across the bus and you find four empty bottles of water. “oh, baby boy” you coo, cupping his cheeks. “you’re holding it all for mama?” matt nods, his hips moving upwards as your hand meets his hardened cock.

you continue to fondle matt, your digits meeting the hem of his shirt before placing your palm on his lower tummy, pressing it lightly. “fuck!” matt cusses out. the only distraction for his full bladder was your touch, the lack of motion making it difficult for him to keep holding. “mama… please, i need to go”

“i never said you couldn’t” you whisper, biting his earlobe. your hands manage to reach the inside of his pants, wrapping your fingers around his dick. you slowly pump matt, his whimpers turning to small cries. your rub your thumb in circular motions around his tip, feeling the wetness that oozed from his slit, droplets of pee trying to make their way out along with the pre-cum coating his length.

“p-please” matt begs as you tighten your grip around his girth. “‘m gonna pee if you k-keep going” he admits. you fasten your pace, chuckling at his desperation. “be a good boy for mama hm? let it all out”.

matt bucks his hips, practically fucking your fist. “‘m gonna—! mama!” he cries, finally letting go. the sudden warmth spreads through your hand, his liquid dripping down his thighs, wetting his sweaters. matt’s panting heavily as he continues to pee, his cheeks burning red. it takes a while for him to stop — and you pick up exactly where you were. you pump his cock in a rapid pace, the squelching sounds taking over the tour bus. “such a good boy” you praise. “pissing your pants for mama hm? making a mess for me?”

matt’s far gone — it’s all too much. he doesn’t wait for permission and quickly cums in your palm, adding his sticky release to your hand, staining his pants. “you did so well for me” you smile at matt, showering him with praises. “but i guess we need to clean this mess, hm?”

ayo pissy gang! love yall! @swiftiolo @aaliyahsturniolo @cayleeuhithinknott @owenstar @subchrisforever @tiffsturns @whore4-chrissturniolo @colorthecosmos444 @chrisbratt333 @ariestrxsh @icamehere4fanfics @sturnslutz @snoopychris @meerkatzthings @sturniolo-tease @slvt4chrissturniolo @girlwithsthings @nickysturnss @luvs4matt @xoxonothingbutu

[swiftiolo]

— edging chris with a vibrator

★ happy birthday to my dear @ariestrxsh! you’re a blessing in my life and i��m so grateful for your existence — this one’s for you! this blurb is a part of my milf!reader X sub!chris au ★

the vibrator buzzes loudly against his skin, but chris manages to be louder. he’s no longer hearing your voice, solely focusing on holding himself back. he asked for it — he wanted to be punished.

“m-mama!” chris moans, fighting his approaching release. “‘m gonna c-cum!” he says, begging for your permission. that’s when you lower the intensity of the toy, removing it from his swollen tip and slowly dragging it down his length. chris whines in frustration due the lack of contact, the spasms taking over his legs displaying how close he was.

you chuckle at his desperation, ruffling his hair and tucking a strand behind his ear. droplets of sweat drip from his temples, his cheeks burning red. “are you gonna admit you tried to make mama jealous on purpose?” you asked, and chris looks away. a pout forms on his lips as he denies with his head.

“then you’re not cumming” you say, turning the vibrator on. you press the highest setting, placing it directly on his tip. a loud cry escapes from the back of his throat as chris throws his head back. he tries his best to hold himself, but the pre-cum oozing from his slit shows he’s seconds away from cumming.

you pull the toy away once more, delighted with the sight of an exhausted, fucked out chris. “‘m sorry!” he whines, tears forming on the corners of his baby blue eyes. “‘m sorry mama didn’t— didn’t mean to” chris cries, tears running down his cheeks. “jus’ wan’ be your good boy mama please”

“wanna be my good boy?” you coo, wiping his dampened skin. chris nods desperately, his chest panting heavily. “yes mommy ‘m good boy” you smile at his desperation, finally bringing the toy back to his cock. his hips unwittingly buck upwards, his moans growing louder each second.

“c-can’t hold it! please!” chris says as his whimpers turn to small cries. the toy keeps buzzing against his swollen, sensitive tip as your free hand cups his balls, gently massaging them. you shower chris with praises, finally allowing him to release his so delayed orgasm.

he is a mess. his hair glues against his forehead as he drools, his mouth open in exhaustion. thick ropes of cum paint his lower tummy in white while his slit still leaks, as if he had more cum left. “my good, good boy” you smile before placing a kiss on his forehead, knowing his mama was all he needed right now.

[swiftiolo]

⮱ chew more gum, you're sexy - matt sturniolo

640 words — smut, sub matt, dry humping, gum kink (?? lol)

a/n: SUB MATT SUB MATT SUB MATTTTT AHAHAHAHAH. anyways this was inspired by this edit

matt ends his stream with a sigh, tossing his headphones onto the desk. his hoodie’s all bunched at the sleeves, hair flattened where the headset sat too long. he yawns as he walks over, rubbing at his eyes.

you’re stretched out on his bed, phone in hand, barely paying attention—until you catch a glimpse of his mouth.

his lips part around a yawn, and your stomach flips.

he’s chewing gum.

slow. lazy. the way his jaw works—sharp, a little slack. his tongue flicks the gum to the side, wet and glistening.

your thighs press together without thinking.

“c’mere, baby,” you murmur, keeping your voice steady, casual. but your fingers twitch where they rest on the blanket.

he climbs onto the bed and drops into you without hesitation, head tucked under your chin like muscle memory. you slide your hand under his hoodie, dragging your nails lightly down his spine. he shivers.

“y’know what chat was saying?” he mumbles, gum thick in his mouth, words slightly slurred.

you hum, eyes dropping back to his mouth.

“they said… gum’s sexy.”

you let out a quiet breath, amused—but not disagreeing. not with the way your pulse jumps every time his jaw shifts. not with how your core clenches when his tongue flicks out between sentences.

“they’re right.”

he looks up at you, all sleep-heavy and slow-blinking. his cheek nudges your chest—and pauses. you feel him freeze when his face presses just right against your nipple through your shirt.

you smirk.

your fingers slide up his neck, grip his jaw.

“open your mouth.”

his lips part instantly. tongue out, gum slick and shiny, spit stringing from the corner of his mouth.

your breath catches.

“fuck,” you mutter, eyes locked on his mouth.

his breathing gets heavier. his hips shift just enough for you to feel it—he’s hard. pressing against your thigh, barely moving but there.

“ma…” he breathes, soft and shaky.

you know that voice. you’ve already got him.

“what do you need, sweet thing?”

his eyes flutter. he grabs at your waist, fingers tightening like he’s desperate for something solid.

“n-need you. please.”

he grinds once, barely more than a roll of his hips—but it makes you both gasp. he’s not subtle. his cock’s already leaking through the thin fabric of his sweats.

you tilt his chin again, keeping him right there, gum still on his tongue.

“you’re so needy, baby,” you murmur.

he whines.

and then he’s humping your thigh—sloppy, messy, rutting like he can’t stop himself. his forehead presses to your chest, mouth open against your shirt.

“mommy…”

it’s barely a whisper, but the second it slips out, he gasps like it shocked him.

you’re fucking soaked.

“just like that,” you tell him, breath hot in his ear. “keep going. you’re doing so good for me.”

he moans, louder this time. hips speeding up, cock dragging over your thigh with every grind. it’s filthy. his sweats are already darkening with precum, soaking through.

you grab his face. force his eyes on you.

his lips are wet. his chin’s shiny. his hair’s a mess and his eyes are completely gone.

“show me,” you coo.

he opens his mouth. tongue out. gum still there.

you kiss him—hard. shove your tongue past his lips and take the gum, swapping spit as he whimpers into your mouth. his fingers clutch your hips like he’s about to fall apart.

“g–gonna—fuck,” he chokes, grinding so fast it’s almost desperate.

“do it,” you whisper, nipping his jaw. “make a mess.”

his hips jerk once, twice—then he groans into your chest, cock twitching as he cums in his sweats, loud and breathless, grinding through it with shaky, sloppy thrusts.

you don’t say anything at first. just hold him there. let him breathe. let his body go limp against you.

after a moment, he looks up, cheeks flushed, gum gone, mouth wrecked.

“…i’m gonna chew gum every day.”

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divider by @toastray

© zenithsturniolo

[swiftiolo]

fingersucking...

sub!chris.

"M-mommy—" He moans, low and whiney. Your hand comes up to cover his mouth, "Shhh, you gotta be quiet, Baby. Don't want your brothers to hear, hmm?" He nods against your hand as another loud moan slips from his lips.

You love how loud he is, but it's different when his brothers are home or you guys aren't at your place. "Mama—" He whines, "N-need— more—"

You know he does. But you can't risk his brother's hearing.

He looks at you with puppy dog eyes, desperately trying to fuck your fist as you hold his hips down. "B-been a good boy— please—"

You can't resist him when he's like this. His back arches as you begin to stroke him again, pre cum seeping from his tip. "Fuccccck—" He rasps, getting louder by the second. "Chris." You warn sternly. He gasps, "M-m'- sorry mama— it just feelsso—" He bucks into your fist, "G-good!"

He's so loud, and you really, really can't even stomach the thought of his brother's catching you guys... but he looks so pretty. Sounds so pretty. And your fingers are right there, brushing his lips.

Glossy eyes, meet yours as you part his lips with your thumb. "Mama—" You shush him, slipping two of your fingers in his mouth. "You wanna cum, don't you, Sweetheart?"

He hums around your fingers. "Gotta keep you quiet, you can suck them for me, can't you?" He nods, his tongue swirling around your fingers.

Your hand speeds up, and you're mesmerized by the sight of his eyes rolling back, hands gripping at the sheets. The feeling of his tongue, the sounds of it around your fingers driving you crazy.

You can't help if you push them deeper to watch him gag.

"Mhfn...c-cum— mama—" He says around your fingers, "C-can I—"

You shove your fingers even deeper, smiling at the tears falling down his cheeks. "Mhm, of course, Baby."

That's all he needs to let go. Thrusting into your fist like there's no tomorrow as white spurts paint his stomach and your hand.

"Thankyoumama..." He slurs.

˚₊‧ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚࿔

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @luckysouls @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy @mattsleftball @bee-43 @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns

a/n: chris btw

[swiftiolo]

— #bringbackdryhumping

★ i should be studying for my exam but i miss sub!matt and now i gotta take my law exam while being horny asf ★

“what was that?” you ask, showing matt your phone. the screen displays a reel he liked — written ‘i love dry humping #bringbackdryhumping’. matt stirs on his seat, scratching his beard “i just thought it was funny” he simply says, looking away from you.

you chuckle, resting your hand on his thigh. matt’s jaw immediately locks, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. “just funny, right?” you say, tracing your fingers across his sweatpants. “no one would even know you’re the one dry humping mama hm?” you tease, and matt throws his head back. he can feel the blood rushing through his veins, heading directly to his cock. cumming in his pants was embarrassing and made matt feel like a virgin — and yet, he loved every second of it.

your grip on his flesh grows tighter, and matt chews on his lower lip. he tries his best to ignore you and his growing erection, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. a grin appears across your face before you click your tongue, shaking your head in disapproval and turning to side. matt whines at the lack of contact, his hand reaching for his own crotch and gently palming himself. matt doesn’t want to give in just yet, but he knows he’s gonna fail.

matt locks his phone and tosses it across the bed, closing his eyes. he’s barely touching himself — his large palm rests over his cock and he slowly moves his hips against it. it doesn’t take long until he’s fully hard, a choked moan escaping the back of his throat once he increases the pressure against himself.

“mama” matt calls, but you pretend not to hear. he decides to move closer to you, his boner poking your thigh. “i’m not doing anything matt” you say in a harsh tone. “if you wanna keep acting like you’re a big boy and can do everything by yourself, i’m sure you can handle this on your own” you spit out, purposefully pushing your ass against him.

matt whines once again, wrapping his hands around your waist, trying to bring you closer somehow. he breaths heavily against your skin before whispering “‘m sorry” he pouts, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at his neediness. “y’know why i liked it” he speaks as you turned to him, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. “i don’t think i do” you say, caressing his hair.

“are you gonna be a good boy and tell mommy?” you ask in a warm, gentle tone. matt’s hips start to move again, grinding in between your thighs. “‘m embarrassed” he complains. you tug at his hair, forcing matt to look at you. his cheeks are flushed and he’s starting to sweat, the heat of his body transferring to yours. “you’re not being a good boy, matt” you say, causing matt to whimper and squeeze his eyes shut — he knows he’s gonna have to use his words.

“b-because i like when we dry hump” he admits. a smile appears on your face, your hands moving from his hair to his cheek, caressing his skin. “there’s my good boy” you praise as matt holds back a smile. “you wanna dry hump mama and make a mess in your pants?” you ask and matt simply nods, crawling to your lap once you adjusted your back against the headboard.

matt sits in one of your thighs, his torso resting on your chest instead of sitting up and finding some balance — he’s too needy for that. you keep on playing with his wait and tracing patters on his white shirt as matt ruts himself against you, forcing his cock against his pants. “f-fuck” he moans, feeling the pre-cum oozing from his slit and staining his underwear. “‘s gonna be so messy” matt says, needing some reassurance from you.

“mhm” you nod, placing your hands on his hips, increasing the pressure and the matt humps you. “want you to make a big mess for me my good boy” you encourage him. his noises grow louder, his whimpers turning to small cries as he feels his high approaching.

“mama” matt moans, thrusting hard against you. “‘m gonna cum!” he warns, not waiting for any permission. his orgasm washes over him, his hips bucking forward as he releases thick ropes of cum in his own pants, making a mess of himself. matt’s panting heavily, feeling the warm, sticky liquid taking over his underwear, whining loudly.

“that’s a messy, good boy” you chuckle as matt leaves your lap, rolling over to the side before spooning you again. “let’s get you cleaned up?” you suggest, but matt denies, nuzzling his face against your neck. “nuh uh” he says, “gon’ sleep like this”.

[swiftiolo]

──── sucking ⌗ m.s

matt had always been a little shy, but right now—sitting between your legs with flushed cheeks and twitching fingers—he was downright skittish.

you had him caged in, one arm draped lazily around his middle while the other rested on his jaw, your fingers barely grazing his bottom lip.

“c’mon, bunny,” you cooed, tilting your head with a soft, encouraging smile. “open up.”

matt swallowed, his throat bobbing as his eyes flickered between your face and your fingers. he was so obedient—he always had been.

he listened.

his lips parted, and you took your time, brushing the tips of your fingers over his tongue before pushing in further. his breath hitched, lashes fluttering as he instinctively wrapped his lips around you.

“good boy,” you murmured, thumb stroking over his cheek.

matt whimpered, his hands clutching at your wrist, unsure if he wanted to push you away or pull you closer. his tongue moved shyly against your skin, warm and wet as he suckled ever so softly.

you groaned, voice dropping to a purr. “knew you’d be sweet like this. listen so well.”

his whole body tensed, ears burning red as he let out the softest, most desperate little whine against your fingers. slowly, you pushed your fingers deeper, feeling his tongue swirl around the digits before hitting the back of his throat softly.

he gagged slightly, his eyes widened, sputtering a little as you pulled your fingers back.

“shh, you got it baby. you can take them a little more, yeah?”

a/n : credits to @theyluvivi for sub!bunny!matt and goldie! she let me write this for them :>

[swiftiolo]

MATTSCOQUETTE AU SPECIAL ౨ৎ

shy!inexperienced!reader cockwarming dilf!matt

matt hummed to himself lowly as his left hand traced up and down your back lightly, his right hand on the mousepad of his laptop as you straddled his lap. it had been a pretty quiet evening so far, matt inviting you over only to find he had work he needed to catch up after you’d arrived to his house. not to mention just exactly what you wore to his house - a short and lacy skirt with an even shorter top.

you face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, deeply inhaling the smell of his cologne, his three day old stubble scratching your skin softly.

“daddy,” you whined softly, “need you.”

“daddy’s doing work, princess,” matt mumbled in return, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

you let out an impatient huff, pulling away from his chest to look at him, your glossy lips in a frown. “can you take a break?” you pleaded. you gently grabbed matt by the wrist, guiding his hands down to you soaked panties beneath your skirt, letting him press his fingers against your wetness.

his fingers pressed against the dampened fabric, a smirk growing across matt’s lips as a gently circled your clit, watching how your face contorted with pleasure.

“feels good, huh,” matt teased as he played with you, “i’ll give you what you want if you’re good f’me, ‘kay?”

you nodded in desperation, feeling matt pull your panties to the side. when you didn’t feel his fingers slide in and instead heard his belt clanking, you peeled your eyes open. matt undid his zipper and freed himself from his boxers, his dick sticking up, his tip red.

“sit, baby,” he murmured, holding your hips as you straddled his lap still. he lined himself up, gently guiding you down onto his cock. he let out a low grunt as he bottomed out, your gummy walls clenching around him as you sat down on his lap.

you readjusted yourself, his tip kissing your cervix as you let out a quiet moan and you nuzzled into his neck once more.

“once i’m done with my work we can play, jus’ lemme finish first, okay baby?” matt mumbled into your hair.

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ i lowkey hate this but i just simply couldn’t write full smut ! sorry 😞 chris oneshot friday tho that’s bout to be so good.

[swiftiolo]

i need to lick every part of his body

[swiftiolo]

— helping matt after tour

★ once again couldn’t control myself sorry yall ★

“you did so well!” you cheer on matt as he enters the tour bus, walking in tired steps towards you. he places his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a loud sigh. “i loved it” he tries to hide a smile. “but i’m so fucking drained” matt admits, nuzzling his face on your neck. you can feel his fluffy strands brushing against your skin, chuckling as you scratch his back and bring him closer. matt lets out a content groan, leading the way to his bunker bed.

you quickly adjust yourself, tapping the mattress, silently asking matt to join you. he sits by your side, snuggling closer — he needed to relax. it doesn’t take long until you feel his hips connecting to yours, pressing his half-hard cock against your thigh. “i thought you wanted to rest” you chuckle, turning to face him. “i can’t sleep” matt pouts, his watery blue eyes almost begging for you to touch him.

you nod, allowing matt to grind against you. you can feel his dick growing, his hardened shaft poking your flesh. a small whimper escape matt’s lips as his slit starts to ooze pre-cum, his hips moving faster at each second. you can hear the sheets ruffling, worrying his brothers might wake up due the noise.

“what’s gotten into you hm?” you ask, placing your palm underneath his ‘whatever’ shirt, gently caressing his happy trail before touching his waistband. “dunno” matt responds, chewing on his bottom lip. “i think someone needs to relax yeah?” he nods, whining softly as your hand enters his pants, wrapping your fingers around his cock.

knowing how tired matt was, your only plan was to make him cum as fast as possible. you quicken your pace, twisting your wrist, causing matt to choke on a moan. you widen your eyes, flickering your gaze across the bus — everyone asleep. “need you to be a good boy and be quiet” you coo, continuing to stroke him.

matt nods desperately, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. his attempt to hold back his sounds fails, and you loose your grip around his shaft. “no no no” he complains at the lack of contact. “i’m not gonna help you if you can’t keep your mouth shut, baby” you say, brushing your thumb over his slit. he bites his lower lip again, but you have a different idea. “use that loud mouth for something useful, yeah?”

with your free hand, you reach to matt’s cheek. you gently caress his flushed skin before going for his lips, pressing your index against it. “open up” you command, and he quickly obeys. you don’t have to say again — he’s already sucking on your fingers, no longer making any noise.

“there you go” you praise, finally tightening your grip around matt’s cock. “that’s my good, good boy” matt sucks harder, thrusting inside your fist. you could tell he was close by how much his dick twitches against your palm, his swollen veins covered in the pre-cum that oozes from his slit.

“go ahead, be a big boy and cum for me” you whisper. matt pants heavily, trying his best to not gag on your fingers. his blue eyes are still begging for you as he drools all over himself, spit stopping by his chin and dripping on his shirt. he squeezes his eyes shut once his orgasm hits him, fucking his cock further into your fist.

matt lets go of your fingers you remove your hand from his pants. you share another intimate moment as you lick you hand clean, swallowing his sticky release. “relaxed now?” you tease matt. “mhm” he agrees. “but can i have these to sleep?” matt asks, bringing your fingers to his mouth once again.

[swiftiolo]

i’ll give him some head as a reward idk

[swiftiolo]

photographer!matt loves to use you as his muse

“yeah, cmon baby, just like that,” matt encouraged as he helped the camera up to his eye, tilting the lens to focus on you. when matt asked you if you would model for him to practice his photography, you didn’t expect this.

your fingers thrusted in and out of you dripping cunt, your thumb encircling around your pussy clit while your eyes scrunched up in pleasure. your body was on full display for matt as you laid down on his bed, your clothes long gone and discarded on the floor.

“feels good, right sweetheart?” matt mused from behind the camera, hearing a little click as the flash went off.

you nodded, putting on your best show for matt as you played with your pretty pussy.

“gotta make sure my brothers don’t find this camera, huh, g’na be quite the surprise when they get this film developed,” he murmured. even though you couldn’t see his face from behind the camera, you could hear his smirk.

your fingers were beginning to grow tired from all their obscene movements, the exhaustion in your voice prevalent in your whimpers and moans.

“matty,” you drew out, “help.”

matt chuckled, snapping one last picture before pulling the camera away from his face, looking down at you with a condescending smile. “baby,” he said lowly, his voice laced with faux sympathy, “i gotta help you? who’s gonna be taking pictures of my pretty girl then?”

you whined, your hips bucking up into your hand in a desperate way to gain friction, as if to show him how needy you really were. “please, i need you.”

matt smirked, shaking his head no and holding the camera up again, continuing to take photos. “pretend it’s my fingers, baby, i know you’re close. show me how pretty you are when you’re cunning for me.”

you let out a frustrated whine, tossing your head back as you continued to toy with pussy, your fingers tracing the sensitive bud. you closed your eyes, doing as matt said and pretended they were his fingers. you tried to imagine all the ways matt liked to play with you, how his fingers curled up in just the rights spots to make you unravel.

you were so lost in your mind and movements, you had forgotten matt was even there in front of you. your breathing began to grow ragged, your moans louder and louder until the band in your tummy snapped, juices flowing out of your cunt as you came all over your hands and onto matt’s sheets below you.

“that’s a good girl,” he grinned, taking one last picture of glistening folds before turning off his camera.

© mattscoquette | taglist

[swiftiolo]

THE KISS AT THE ALTAR the way chris would just pull a “look what’s that” and then run away forever 🩷

"look what's that" HAS KILLED ME

[swiftiolo]

confident!reader wants fratboy!matt to apologise to her in a certain type of way.

you stare at matt unamused, your eyes narrowing into sharp, evil slits. your arms remain stubbornly crossed over your chest, your eyebrows furrowed in storm and rage as he stands in front of you.

the smile of his face only fuels your anger, and it takes everything in you not to wipe it off yourself as he steps closer, trying to snake his arms around you waist.

but you don't let him.

not this time.

his words are meaningless to you right now as your blood boils, replaying the moment in your head on loop of the audacity of that girl—the way she dismissed you during the entire conversation while shamelessly throwing herself at your boyfriend, like you didn't exist.

it isn't the first time this has happened. it happens all the time, and usually, you found it amusing—almost laughable—watching girls stumble over themselves to catch a sliver of matt's attention. you'd roll your eyes, sit back, and let his disinterest speak for itself.

but this one?

this one got under your skin.

this one hand your fingers curling into your palms, nails digging into your skin, and your patience hanging by a thread.

"c'mon, baby," matt drawls in the way it always does when he's trying to coax you out of your moods. his hands wrap around your wrists, gently tugging in an attempt to uncross your arms. "don't be like that, c'mon."

you don't budge, standing firm as a stature. "she was disrespecting me, matt," you speak, tone low. "acting like i wasn't even part of the conversation, and you—" your glare sharpens. "you played into it."

"i didn't play into anythin'," matt counters, his tone still maddeningly calm which pisses you off even more. his hands are still persistent, tugging at your arms with determination. "i didn't know she was flirtin' with me, sweetheart."

"you're not dense, sweetheart. you knew she was flirting with you." you scoff, your scowl deepening as the memory flashes vividly in your mind.

"i didn't, i didn't, i didn't," matt murmurs repeatedly, his voice dropping quieter as he finally manages to uncross your arms, his hands sliding up to cradle the back of your neck.

he pulls you into his chest so easily that it makes you want to resist, but his warmth surrounds you before you can think twice. his lips find your jaw, brushing against it in soft, deliberate kisses.

"got my eyes on you always, yeah? don't give a fuck about them."

you huff, "didn't seem like that earlier—"

"kitty," he interrupts, his voice a little firmer now as he nips gently at your jawline, just enough to make you flinch at the sudden action. his hands move to your face, cupping your cheeks as he tilts his head back to meet your gaze. "i'm sorry. i'm sorry she disrespected you. i'm sorry i didn't notice it sooner. 'n i'll say 'i'm sorry' a thousand more times if that's what it's gonna take for you to forgive me, baby."

his words apologies linger in the air, and you remain blank faced. you want to hold onto your anger, to let your frustration simmer just a little longer. but the way he's looking at you, the way his hands feel against your skin—it's enough to make the fire in your chest sizzle, just for a moment.

and he knows it.

he always does.

"what can i do?" he asks you. "want me to apologise to you again? 'cos i will."

you pause for a moment to think, and then, and idea flickers in your head. a slow smirk spreads across your lips as you tilt your head to the side, watching him intently.

"get on your knees," you say, tone smooth but commanding. "and apologise to me."

matt's eyes darken instantly at your request. his eyebrow quirks up slightly, as though he's testing you, but he doesn't question you. he doesn't even ask if you're serious. instead, to your surprise—and satisfaction—he lowers himself down, slow and deliberate, keeping his gaze locked on yours the entire time.

his hands slide from your face as he goes south, trailing down your sides until they rest firmly on your hips. there's a weight to his touch that pleases you, but you stand your ground.

the corners of your mouth twitch upward into a grin, a rush of power surging through you as you take in the sight of him kneeling before you.

his hands drift lower, brushing over your thighs, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to rub over your skin, as though he's savouring every second of this—as though he's worshipping you.

then, he leans forward, his lips pressing soft, open-mouth kisses to the sensitive skin of your thigh, each kiss slow and deliberate, his breath hot against you.

he peers up at you through his lashes, his gaze half-lidded but intense, and he murmurs softly. "i'm so sorry, baby... was stupid, 'n an asshole."

The words roll off his tongue with ease, and you can feel the tension between you, the air crackling with unspoken energy.

and there's something about the sight of matt like this—on his knees, completely at your mercy—makes you feel like you could set the world on fire.

his fingers grip your thighs tighter, digging into your flesh, “please...” he murmurs, his lips returning to the skin of you thigh—he slowly moves up higher, mouthing at your pussy over the fabric of your lacy panties. “forgive me...”

divider credit. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[swiftiolo]

chris being a messy eater

“right there, fuck, just like that,” you moaned while your back arched off the bed, chris laying flat on his stomach with his head between your legs while his to tongue flicked up and down your slick folds.

he let out a groan into your pussy as you pulled on his hair, your fingers messily threaded through his brown curls. his hands were on your waist, keeping you pinned down atop his navy sheets while he buried his face into you.

your body was convulsing as his pink lips met your clit, his chin a mess of his saliva mixed with your wetness. his tongue flicked across the sensitive bud, causing your legs to shake, your hips involuntarily bucking up into him.

“stay still, baby, lemme taste you,” he mumbled against your pussy, his voice raspy. before you could get a word out, his mouth was on your cunt, continuing to eat you like it were his last meal.

he tilted his head, angling himself so his tongue could fuck you even deeper, his nose fully pressed against your clit.

the noises you were making were nothing less than pornographic, your moans bouncing off the walls of chris’ bedroom. chris wasn’t shy about his noises either as he was grunting and groaning against you, his lips slurping up your taste.

“chris,” you whined, tugging on his hair, “gonna cum, don’t stop.”

he let out a sound of acknowledgment, his tongue never slowing as your orgasm came over you, the band in your stomach snapping as you came all over chris’ face. his continued to work his mouth, his pace the same as he cleaned you up, his lips glistening with your arousal.

“gimmie another one, c’mon,” he groaned, his voice pleading.

you nodded, your face contorting in pleasure as his tongue ran up and down your entrance in a looping motion. your legs were slung over his shoulders as they spasamed around his head, the sensation of his mouth on you already driving you crazy again.

© mattscoquette | taglist

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ woahhhh a chris fic ????? from rylee ???? surpise !!! specially made for my girl @chrisstvrns :)