#Matt Sturniolo x y/n

[miyasturniolo]

JEALOUSY | matt sturniolo

pairing: bf!matt x f!reader

summary: matt has been so stress that he ignored everyone, which has led you to spend more time hanging out with chris and nick. however, matt is not pleased with the attention you are giving them, so he decides to address the situation.

warning: warnings: smut, p in v, swearing, dirty talking, crying, dom!matt, ass grabbing, unprotected sex, jealous, pet names (baby, love, slut, sweetheart), rough sex, nipple playing, slightly male masturbation, fingering.

a/n: not my photos, on pinterest.

WORDS: 1.8k

miyasturniolo on wattpad

you - pink | matt - blue | nick - purple

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The Sturniolo triplets were back in Boston for a visit, which meant seeing your boyfriend once again. Although you had a somewhat distant relationship, it always worked smoothly because there was a strong foundation of trust between you both.

However, today Matt was acting cold and distant, mostly ignoring you while he buried himself in his phone. It stung, but you tried to push the pain aside. Since Matt didn't seem interested in spending time with you, you ended up hanging out with his two brothers, who you were close to.

You all gathered at their parents' house, where Chris excitedly talked about his new fresh love shirt that had just been released and sold out within hours. Meanwhile, Nick leaned on you for comfort, resting his head on your shoulder in a familiar gesture.

On the other couch, Matt avoided making eye contact and remained engrossed in his phone. Despite your efforts to get his attention, he seemed uninterested in engaging with you.

"I've missed you," Nick suddenly said, highlighting the close bond of friendship between you two. You smiled and replied, "I missed you as well,” eliciting a soft chuckle from him.

You listened to Chris talking while Nick occasionally interrupted to correct him. As more conversations continued and you joined in, you noticed Matt texting someone, but you didn’t do anything.

Nick seemed to notice as well, but chose to ignore it. Matt had been distant towards him and Chris since they arrived in Boston, claiming he needed space.

"Ignore him," Nick muttered quietly so Matt wouldn't hear. You raised an eyebrow and then nodded before returning your attention to your phone.

Chris became quiet, he was on his phone and then switched his focus to the TV as he picked a movie to watch. You kept an eye on Matt, who avoided making eye contact with you, except for one brief moment when you caught his gaze, resulting in a glare of disappointment.

You were puzzled by Matt's behavior but decided not to dwell on it. After that, you continued to focus on your phone.

Over the past hour, the three of you conversed while Matt remained stubborn. Just as you were all engaged in a new conversation, you received a message from Matt expressing his desire to talk.

You glanced at Matt, who in turn glanced back at you before getting up, presumably heading to his old room which was still here.

"I'll be back," you said, causing Nick to shift his head from resting on your shoulder. Even though he was focused on the TV, you noticed him nod in response.

You followed Matt into his room, where he closed and locked the door. As you observed his demeanor and then his expression, he leaned on the door with his arms crossed and exclaimed, "Are you kidding me, y/n?" you remained silent but was confused.

"Don't play dumb. I return from Boston, and you're paying more attention to my brothers than me. I'm your boyfriend - do I need to spell that word out?" he stated firmly and quickly, his anger palpable despite his controlled tone.

You met his gaze with a slight frown, about to respond, but he cut you off. "Don't even speak."

Choosing to stay silent, you held back your words and listened to him. Eventually, he approached you, grabbing your chin to meet his eyes.

He gazed at your features before kissing your lips, clearly under stress. He didn't mean to be snappy, but he needed some space.

"Matt.. listen," you said, pulling away, but he placed his index finger on your lips to silence you. "I didn't mean to snap at you or ignore you, but fuck I'm still angry," he admitted.

You nodded slightly, unsure of what to say, but he squeezed your ass and kissed your lips again, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

His tongue explored your mouth, his hands gripping your ass tightly as he kissed you passionately and you reciprocated.

He pressed your body against his, both of you with closed eyes while sharing a passionate kiss.

He eventually pulled away to look at you, tucking your hair behind your ear. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whispered.

You smiled slightly as he played with your shirt, you understood that he wanted to take it off so you allowed him. Without hesitation he took your shirt off, he had been wanting you for months since he no longer lived in Boston.

"Your not wearing a bra?" he mumbled, his eyes shifting from yours to your chest. He smirked and said, "I'm not sure if I should call you a slut, but I know you're mine, aren't you?”

He gently rubbed his thumb over your sensitive nipples, causing you to release a soft moan. "I am... for you, only you," you whispered.

He chuckled with desire in his voice, those words were what he longed to hear. He pinched your skin lightly before removing his hands from your breasts. "That's what I want to hear, baby," he said.

Removing his shirt, he pressed you against the wall, lifting you up and kissing your neck passionately, leaving dark marks as he trailed down to your chest.

Your soft moans only fueled his desire, making him harder with each passing moment. He was enthralled by the sound of your pleasure but held back.

Both of you longed for each other's touch, especially after nearly two months apart. "Matt..." you whispered softly, craving him as much as he desired you.

"Yes, my love?" he whispered, pulling back slightly to gaze into your eyes with his captivating blue orbs. The bulge of his arousal pressed against you. "I see," he smirked, sensing your desire just from your expression.

He deftly removed your shorts and then your pants, leaving you exposed while he remained clad in jeans and boxers.

His gaze lingered on your body, the only one he adored and caressed. Studying every detail, he bit his lip, feeling the excitement building as pre-cum dampened his boxers.

"I can't hold back any longer," he murmured in your ear as he leaned in, swiftly discarding his jeans and boxers before guiding you to his bed and positioning himself on top of you.

Both naked now, with him over you, his focus remained solely on you. He pleasured himself with soft moans before once again claiming your lips with a passionate kiss.

Your fingers tangling in his hair caused a slight squirm, but he maintained his intense gaze on you before pulling back to admire the sight of your arousal and his own. "You want me, don't you?" he teased, noting how wet you had become.

The expression on your face already reveals your desires, but he wanted to hear you speak. "Come on, sweetheart, speak for me," he said before releasing his grasp, stroking himself, and teasing your clit with his thumb.

You bit your lip, closed your eyes, and arched your back. He smirked and continued, knowing you weren't going to speak, so he slipped two fingers inside you without warning.

"You're really not going to listen to me, huh? Just remember who pleases you well," he said firmly, curling his fingers and moving them in and out of you.

You moaned loudly, but he made sure you weren't too loud to avoid his brothers and parents hearing. He quickened his pace as his member throbbed and glistened with precum.

He left you yearning for him, tasting your arousal even though you hadn't climaxed on his fingers yet. He positioned himself at your entrance before sliding inside.

You moaned loudly, but he covered your mouth as he let out a grunt. He bit his lip hard as he pushed in further, forgetting that you weren't used to his considerable length after months.

You moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure as he was larger than what you were used to, especially after a few months. Tears welled up in your eyes but didn't fall. He noticed and understood the reason. "Sorry," he whispered.

"It's okay," you responded quietly. He slowed down to ensure your comfort, but as you improved, he began to thrust more forcefully than before.

The sound of skin slapping together echoed in the room as both of you moaned. He continued to penetrate you roughly, observing your facial expressions and the movement of your breasts with each thrust. He reached for your hair, moving it away from your face as he intensified his movements, venting his remaining frustration.

Feeling the mutual desire and connection, he began to speak, heightening your pleasure. "You love it when I take you like this, with my cock inside you."

"Matt," you whimpered as he just smirked, thrusting with intensity. You were seeing stars at this point, weakened by the overwhelming pleasure.

"I'm close," he said, surprised by the sudden rush of sensation. It had been two months since he had been with anyone other than you. "Me too," you replied.

He nodded, pushing a few more times before climaxing with a moan. Sensing your imminent release, he intensified the pleasure by stimulating you with his fingers.

You reached your peak, as he tried to catch his breath and slowed down after your climax, resting on top of you.

"Damn baby, I've missed you," he mumbled, gently rubbing your neck adorned with love bites. You smiled and reciprocated by rubbing his back. "I missed you more," you whispered.

He gazed at you and chuckled softly. "Whatever makes you feel better," he said before withdrawing and lying down beside you on the bed.

As he took his last breath, he gazed up at the ceiling. "I was frustrated, not because I needed space, but because I couldn't climax... even when I was looking at your photos," he whispered.

You stared at him, then chuckled, but he whined and playfully slapped you. "Shut it, y/n," he said.

You smiled and continued to look at him, kissing his neck. "At least it explains why you were so upset earlier," you remarked, and he smiled before hugging you tightly.

Both of you remained quiet, still recovering from your intimate moment, until he spoke. "Are we okay now?"

"Yeah," you mumbled, kissing his head before embracing him, aware that you both needed to return to the lounge with his brothers soon.

You released him after a bit and encouraged him to do the same, causing him to groan. You quickly put your clothes back on, knowing that taking a shower would raise suspicions. "Come on, get up," you whispered, but he just groaned once more.

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[mattitvdes]

haircuts — m.s

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you had no idea what matt was doing today.

keeping secrets from you is not his forte, so when you saw how vaguely he texted, you knew something was up.

when you started trying to get him to spill the secret, he stopped responding all together, which—you have to admit—made you slightly annoyed.

it was almost ten at night when you heard the jingle of his keys outside your front door, and you poked your head out of the bathroom slightly, only to see his shadow as he locked it again.

“sweetheart?” he called out, and you pouted to yourself in the mirror.

after all his secretive behavior today, he has the nerve to call you sweetheart…

"in here—" your eyes widened when you turned to see him standing in the doorframe.

with a new haircut.

his smile only grew at your stunned silence. “i tried to make it a surprise, but i think it only made you upset with me,” he chuckled airily, watching as your expression contorted into a blank stare.

you scoff. “you are such a pain in my ass, you know that?” you rolled your eyes when he laughed, but you couldn’t stop the tilt of your lips at the sound of it.

he kept smiling, his hands resting on your hips. “you like it?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he looked down at you, his eyes flickering between yours.

one of your hands went to his shoulder while the other tangled itself in the newly cut strands of his hair, your fingers twisting and toying with them gently. “yeah, i do. a lot.”

he chuckled softly, making you raise a brow at him. “see? wasn’t it worth the suspense?”

your expression went blank again. “keeping your haircut a surprise is not worth me almost blocking you.”

he gasped. “you blocked me?”

“almost blocked you. get it right.”

[hearts444matt]

MATT WITH THIS AUDIOOOO🙏🙏

[ageofstarkey]

hi, baby ✰ m. sturniolo

pairing: bf!matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: you wake up grumpy after a nap & matt knows exactly how to make you feel better

warnings: some swearing, not rlly anything else??

note: i’ve loved the sturniolo’s for SO LONG n i’ve always wanted to write for matt (the love of my entire life <3) so this is me testing the water hehe, lmk if u enjoy/want to see more!!

comments & reblogs are so appreciated! <3

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“oh my god she’s alive-”

with an intentionally audible sigh, you head towards matt on the couch - ignoring chris and nick in their entirety as you pass them in the kitchen.

matt smiles fondly as you approach; reaching for your hand when you’re close enough to touch. “hi, baby.” his voice is soft as he tugs you onto his lap - one hand immediately coming up to smooth your sleep tussled hair away from your face. the subconscious action forces a stubborn little grin onto your lips. “good nap?”

with another little sigh, much quieter than the first, you drop your head against matt’s shoulder. “mhmm. ‘m still tired though.” the words are muffled by the fabric of matt’s hoodie - your heavy eyes falling shut as he begins to smooth an absentminded trail up and down the length of your spine.

“do you want to get a coffee and go for a drive?” he offers - voice soft and fond as he looks down at you.

“really?”

“sure - i need to get gas anyways.”

“are you kidding me?” the sound of nick’s voice is unmistakable, and you bite back a little laugh as he speaks. “i literally just asked you to take me to target and you flat-out refused like four fucking times.”

with a roll of his eyes that you can almost feel, matt turns his head towards his brothers in the kitchen. “nick - that’s different and you know it.”

“different? how is it different, matt? because i actually don’t know and i would love for you to enlighten me.”

“because you’re not my fucking girlfriend, nick - jesus christ.”

“no, that’s true, but i am your brother - your triplet no less. does that mean nothing to you?”

“at the moment? no, it really doesn’t.” decidedly done with the conversation, matt turns his head back to you. “you ready to go?”

with a soft little laugh, you stretch up to press a lazy kiss against his jaw. “we should take nick to target.” you say quietly.

“i’ll take him tomorrow.” he says back, tilting your head up with two fingers so it’s level with his own. you can’t fight your silly little grin when he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “i’ve barely seen you all day.”

“but i feel ba-”

matt kisses you again, effectively silencing your feeble attempt at a protest. “don’t feel bad.” he says, lips still brushing softly against yours as he speaks. “he doesn’t even need anything - the kid just wants to look around.” with a gentle pat to your thigh, he’s maneuvering the two of you into an upright position. “now c’mon - we’re going to starbucks.”

[bratzforchris]

Animal

Summary: Unfair ref calls end up getting Matt placed in the penalty box during a game. The best way to relieve his anger afterwards is sitting in the stands and wearing a miniskirt. Based off of this edit<3

Pairing: Hockey player!Matt x implied bimbo and WAG!reader

Warnings: Smut, semi public sex (storage room), dumbification, rough dom!Matt, unprotected p in v, creampie, hair pulling, gagging, masturbation (m), spitting, oral (m receiving), sir kink if you squint, lots of sex/dirty talk, literally pure filth

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I don't know anything about hockey, so please bare with me for any inaccuracies!! Get your holy water ready...💗

“Good luck!” You smiled, standing on your tiptoes to kiss Matt’s cheek, despite your white kitten heels. “I’ll see you after the game!”

Matt picked you and spun you around, hand cheekily slipping under your pink miniskirt to grab your ass. “I’m looking forward to it.” he whispered huskily in your ear, secretly suckling on the sweet spot behind the flesh. 

You pressed one last kiss to Matt’s lips outside the locker room before bidding him goodbye and scurrying to the special VIP box in the stands of TD Garden that was specifically reserved for the families and friends, but especially wives and girlfriends of the members of the Boston Bruins. Call it shallow or silly, but ever since you were a small girl you had always dreamed of dating a member of your favorite hockey team. Like many New Englanders, you took hockey seriously, and it seemed only fitting for your prince to have skates and a hockey stick rather than a horse. 

The universe must’ve worked in your favor. You and Matt had been next door neighbors for all of your childhood, and had started dating your senior year of high school, just before he had been signed to the Bruins. Everyday since then had been a dream. You were practically Matt’s personal cheerleader, on the ice and off. When you thought about that, along with his flirty mention from earlier, you felt your cheeks flush as you shifted in your seat and adjusted your skirt. Matt’s favorite way to celebrate (and lick his wounds after a loss) a game was in the bedroom and you doubted tonight would be any different. 

You blushed and adjusted your skirt, excitedly catching up with one of Matt’s teammates’ girlfriend who had been out of town for the last home game. No matter how much you tried to move your mind away from the topic, you couldn’t stop yourself from going back to his promises and the feeling of his hands on your backside. 

As the game got ready to start and Matt skated out onto the ice, you couldn’t help but to stand and cheer, bouncing softly on the balls of your feet as you clapped. You knew that he couldn’t hear you, but when your boyfriend turned and made an ‘I love you’ sign towards the private box, your heart soared. 

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“Damn.” You cursed quietly, watching the Vancouver Canucks score yet another goal.

The ref for this game was being less than fair, and as Matt lifted his helmet during the second intermission, you could see the agitation etched onto his face. He was making good plays and everyone knew it. You felt your heart drop as you watched him try to contain his anger over the Jumbotron, mumbling small ‘fuck’’s under his breath. Matt put his heart and soul into each and every hockey game, and to not get the outcome he wanted based off of some unfair ref calls sucked. 

As the teams took the ice again, you noticed a change in your boyfriend’s demeanor. Matt always played aggressively, but it was more visible now. With each slide of the puck, he was getting madder and madder, skating around the rink furiously. You nibbled the sides of your light pink acrylic nails furiously, growing anxious yourself. Matt was, by definition, an absolute animal in hockey, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he snapped. There was a reason his team nickname had been ‘The Burier’ since the eighth grade. It’s what he was known for. 

Sure enough, not even five minutes later, the ref stopped the game as Matt snapped. He had met his limit for shit he would take from the officials and the other team. Calling boarding, the ref forced Matt into the penalty box. Though everyone else seemed to continue on with the game after the call, you watched the box with cautious eyes. The brunette looked absolutely furious as he tossed his helmet and sticks to the side. You wanted to feel awful, to go down there and fight with the ref despite your pink miniskirt and lack of overall sports knowledge, but as Matt’s darkened blue eyes looked up to where you were sitting, you couldn’t feel anything other than excitement at how he would most likely take you home and fuck you until you were crying. 

The game ended quicker than you expected, with the Canucks winning by two goals. As you stood up and gathered your purse and coat, you felt your phone buzz. You knew who it was, seeing as how Matt had just skated into the locker room a few moments prior.��

Matt: get your ass to the storage room near section 20. i’m not fucking waiting until we get home.

You felt your cheeks blush at the way just Matt’s tone in the message had your lacy, white thong already soaked. You popped a piece of strawberry gum into your mouth, knowing Matt absolutely devoured the taste on your tongue like a man starved and began to slide through the crowd to his requested meeting area. Luckily, the frenzy of people trying to exit the arena made it easy for you to go unnoticed. Though you weren’t famous of yourself, you were still extremely well-known and popular in the hockey community, leading people to ask you for photos and autographs, even if you weren’t with your lover. 

The storage room by section 20 was mostly deserted, save for an exhausted janitor sweeping by the vending machines, and Matt. He had changed out of his team uniform and into baggy, gray sweatpants and a forest green hoodie, the hood pulled tight over his brown curls. Even in spite of his ‘disguise’, you would’ve recognized him anywhere. 

“Hey baby,” You hummed, letting out a cute giggle as you leaned into Matt’s chest. “You got a temper today?” You asked innocently, blinking your large, false lashes up at him. 

“The ref was a fucking dick.” Matt cursed, pulling you both into the storage closet and locking the door from the inside. 

The light inside the closet was dim and flickering. That, combined with the small space because of the cleaning supplies, mops, and brooms, and the casual smell of mildew was less than romantic. Nevertheless, you could feel your panties soaking at the sight of the tent in Matt’s gray sweats. Knocking the brooms to the side, Matt pushed you against the wall, flicking your gum out of your mouth and beginning to passionately make out with you. His tongue fought yours for dominance, spit mixing with your lip gloss as it dribbled down your chin. 

“Matt…” You whimpered, knees going weak from all of the good feelings you were experiencing. 

“Already at a loss for words, baby doll?” he chuckled, smirking cruelly. “All you can think about is being a slut, huh?” 

You whimpered and nodded, moving your hands up to push the hood off of Matt’s head and tangle your pink acrylic nails in his feathery hair. “Oh…” You breathed. 

Matt practically pushed you to your knees, tossing your heels to the side and making you kneel. From this angle, he had a perfect view of your cleavage in your babydoll tee, the flowery print cups of your push-up bra peeking over the edge. Your boyfriend began to palm himself through his sweatpants, head thrown back in a moan as he looked at the little protests coming from your pouty lips. 

“You gonna take my cock like a good fuckin’ girl?” Matt asked, tipping your chin up to look at him with his other hand. “Gonna show me who the real winner is today?”

You looked up at him with your head cock, almost like that of a pathetic, lost puppy, before nodding quickly. “Promise.” You smiled with a giggle. 

Matt continued to jerk himself like there was no tomorrow, not caring that his moans were growing louder. “Need to get you ready first,” he mumbled, unhinging your jaw with his ring-clad hand. “Open.” 

You did as Matt asked, watching as he gathered his own saliva and then spit in your mouth, holding your chin closed. You blushed, smiling up at his hard face. Just looking at you was making him grow more sexually frustrated, but he couldn’t stop the warmth that spread through his chest at how adorable you looked on your knees, obeying his demands and ready to suck him off until you gagged. Less than a minute later, Matt had yanked down his plaid boxers and pants, thrusting his dick towards your mouth. 

You slowly took his tip into your mouth, licking circles onto his pretty, pink head that was already dripping with precum. The further you took him into your mouth, the more noises he began to make, fists tangling themselves in your hair as he yanked you closer to him by the hair, desperate for more pleasure. By the time his dick had hit the back of your throat, you were practically gagging as Matt bucked his hips towards your face, cock already twitching as his orgasm grew in his belly. 

“You can take it…” he hissed, pulling on your hair again as you whimpered around his dick. “Yeah, right there. Jesus Christ, princess. Makin’ me feel so goddamn good.” 

The way Matt was fucking your face was angry, like he had been since the ref started making those calls, but it was far from mean. He just had pent up, animalistic energy and it needed a release. Turned out that ‘release’ was you, kneeling and spread like a whore, drool and lipgloss puddling down your chin as you took his cock. You couldn’t make any noises other than small whimpers as grunts as you slid the flat of your tongue across the vein on his underside, but Matt could tell you were enjoying this blowjob as much as he was b y the way your nails were digging into the backs of his legs. 

“‘M gonna cum,” Matt groaned. “Better swallow every last fuckin’ drop of it too.”

You nodded as Matt bucked his hips against your face one last time, orgasm overtaking him. You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth as hot, white ropes of cum shot towards the back of your throat. Your boyfriend pulled off your mouth with a pop, holding your lips closed. Once you had swallowed, you wiped your mouth with the sleeve of your pink cardigan, pouting up at him. 

“You got yours. It’s my turn.” You grumbled cutely.

“You know, it really is true what they say about whores,” Matt snorted roughly. “You’re just a bimbo. Don’t even realize that mouthing off won’t get you what you want.”

You whined, your panties growing soaked once more. “Yes sir.” 

“That’s what I thought,” Matt yanked you up roughly by the arm, pinning you against the wall. Before you knew it, Matt had pulled down your skirt, the fabric fluttering to a puddle around your ankles. He snapped the lacy elastic of your thong against your hip one time before ripping the material off, a sadistic gleam in his eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, y’know…” he trailed off, toying with the material. “Never seemed like the right time, but now, what do I have to lose? You’ve already been face fucked like a slut in a storage room, I lost the game and didn’t have an outlet for my stress, but now? I’m gonna have some fun now.” Matt smiled. 

The brunette pulled your lips open, shoving the white fabric of your panties into your mouth. Before Matt, you had never considered yourself a ‘kinky’ girl. Now though, you felt your lower stomach already clenching at the thought of how obscene what you were doing was. Your all-star hockey player was fucking you in the storage closet of his home arena and you were gagged with your own underwear. It was like something out of porn film, yet that only excited you more. 

“Now I can fuck that little cunt senseless without you making a sound.” Matt smirked, yanking off his hoodie and the shirt under it.

You let out a small whimper around your gag as Matt slammed into you, your back pushed against the cinderblock wall as he railed you. The feeling of him bare inside of you was making your pussy clench with want. Your climax had been building in your lower stomach ever since your boyfriend had sent you that text, and now, it was threatening to send you over the edge as Matt fucked you relentlessly. You whined against your gag again, back arching off the wall. You wanted nothing more than to cry out as you raked your nails across Matt’s tattooed arms and back. 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” the brunette husked in your ear. “Takin’ my dick like a little princess, huh?” Matt was bottomed out inside of you, hissing and grunting at the feeling of you clenching around him. “You gonna cum?” he asked, watching your face as the mascara and other makeup streamed down your cheeks from the tears of overstimulation. 

You nodded, grasping at Matt’s hair, back, anything, desperate for relief as Matt fucked you like an animal. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, the white-hot feeling overtaking your body as you writhed under Matt, back arching off the wall. Your boyfriend groaned as your cunt clenched around his cock, sensual noises falling from his lips as he coated your insides white. 

“Fuck, Y/N…you feel so fucking good.” Matt told you, pressing kisses to your neck as he softened inside of you. 

He removed your gag, moving from your neck to kiss your lips softly, licking up the last drops of your mixed saliva, strawberry gum, and lip gloss. You looked up at him, beyond fucked out and makeup ruined and smiled. 

“Guess you’re an animal on and off the ice, huh?” You blinked, all big Bambi eyes and ruined smiles. 

“You could say that.” Matt chuckled, continuing to press soft kisses across your flushed skin. 

In that moment, you didn’t care about the team’s loss, or Matt’s penalty. He was your winner and you wouldn’t trade him for the world. 

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[solarsturniolo]

oh he’s a fucking WHORE

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[nicksbestie]

On The Phone - M. Sturniolo

Summary : the one where your boyfriend is in los angeles, you're in boston, and he misses you, so he calls you late at night.

Warnings : 16+ content. i am not responsible for the media you choose to consume online. sub!matt, dom!reader, praise kink, begging, slight edging + a little bit of overstimulation, this is entirely focused on matt!!

Word Count : 2361

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : matt gives sub vibes so badly idc argue with the wall... enjoy this little dumpster fire!!

You were in Boston, and your boyfriend was at his home in Los Angeles.

You didn’t like the long distance aspect of your relationship, but you understood that it was necessary due to your boyfriend’s career, and you supported him wholeheartedly. However, that didn’t mean that you didn’t miss Matt all the time, and it was clear that he missed you as well. With this being said, it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to be spending hours upon hours on your individual phones, texting back and forth. Nick texted you every so often, frustrated about how many clips of Matt texting he had been forced to edit out of the video, because he had been so distracted by you the entire time. You found it funny, but hated that it caused extra work for Nick, so you tried to give Matt his personal space when he was filming, despite him not quite wanting you to do so. 

Tonight was one of those nights. They were out filming, and it was past midnight, so you knew Matt wouldn’t be home for a good little while. You missed him, as you hadn’t talked as much that day, but you were an independent woman, and you could handle yourself for a few hours until you got to talk to him again. So, since you were a little bored so late at night, you decided to experiment with new makeup looks, dress up a little bit, just for some fun for yourself. So you got out of bed, playing some music off of your phone as you turned on your bathroom overhead light, singing along as you style your hair around your face. You loved to dress up, even if it was for no reason, because it always made you feel good, feel pretty, or depending on what you were wearing, hot. You had a thin, white, sheer dress that you’d never worn, something that would never be worn outside of the house, because it was solely for Matt’s eyes. 

You slipped it on, being careful not to mess up your hair, choosing to put it on before you did your makeup, so that there was less risk of it being damaged, as that was much more difficult to fix than your hair. Smiling into the mirror, you began your makeup, changing your music to a new playlist. By the time that you were finished, it was past one in the morning, but you felt wide awake. You were enjoying yourself, and time was flying by, so you were confident that Matt would be back from filming any minute. You knew you looked beautiful, and you didn’t deny the fact that you were taking a ton of photos, some that might end up going on your Close Friends story, but most of them were solely to send to Matt. You had your boyfriend on Life360, so you saw when he got home, and when you got that notification, you sent a couple of the more revealing photos, complete with them being covered in the iMessage invisible ink feature, just in case his brothers were around. 

Matt responded incredibly quickly, a fast stream of partly incoherent messages. You smiled at them, loving how reactive he was to just a few simple photos. Your boyfriend was completely whipped, and you absolutely adored it. You simply sent back a smile and a heart, changing the subject to how filming had gone that early morning. You knew it was likely that he was worked up, and you knew that if you changed the subject, he wouldn’t argue with you, but you didn’t doubt that he was flustered behind the screen. You kept the conversation steered away from anything to do with how you looked or how he felt for the next hour, keeping him talking about YouTube, how every other part of yours and his day had been, knowing that there was a high possibility he was desperate for the subject to be changed. You didn’t send him all of the suggestive photos that you had taken, keeping some of them kept in your favorites for later, whenever they were needed. 

After a certain point, you broke, causing Matt’s phone to ring with an incoming FaceTime call. He answered almost immediately, his eyes widening, smiling as he saw your face. He didn’t think the photos had done you justice, and he made sure to tell you just how beautiful you looked. You smiled, striking up another casual conversation, taking in the fact that he was in his room, half sitting up against his headboard, and very obviously missing a shirt. You couldn’t deny that the messiness of his hair only added to his attractiveness, making you continue speaking to him as you simultaneously sent him another picture. You could hear his phone vibrate twice as the message went through, and you saw his screen light change as he opened his messages, his mouth dropping slightly open as he took in the photo. You could hear his breath slightly hitch, and you simply smiled as you asked him if he had even heard your original question, laughing inside at his flustered attempt to respond, his cheeks flushing red. 

Eventually, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, you tapping through social media, uploading some of the pictures with more coverage to your close friends, and one of just your face to your public story. Matt was the first one to view both of those, liking them both and sending red hearts in your direct messages. Sitting in silence, each of you doing your own thing, you noticed after about fifteen minutes that Matt had gone on mute. His camera was still on, showing only his face, so you didn’t think much of it, until another five or so minutes, when you saw his head tip back. When he straightened it back up, you could see the flush on his cheeks had grown stronger, and you could see his phone's reflection in his eyes. It looked quite similar to the picture you had sent him earlier, and you smiled to yourself as you realized what he was up to. He must have forgotten his camera was on. You unmute yourself, not saying anything, simply watching your boyfriend as his eyes fluttered shut for a split second.

“You like those photos more than I expected you to.”

His eyes snapped open, shock racing through his features as he realized that he had still been in frame. His blushed darkened impossibly, staring at you with his mouth slightly dropped open like a fish out of water, failing to come up with words.

“What? You’re going to get off to my pictures and not even have the decency to show me?” 

He continued to falter for words, and when he shifted positions, a small whimper leaving his mouth, you smiled sweetly at him, your faux innocent look a stark contrast to his current situation. 

“You haven’t even stopped touching yourself. You get caught getting off to someone you’re on the phone with, and you’re too much of a slut to stop doing it when they call you out? God, baby, you’re more desperate than I thought.” 

He didn’t respond with any words, just a low moan leaving his lips as his hand clearly continued to move. The shift of his arm in the edge of the camera frame told you the degradation was doing wonders for him, and you smiled to yourself at just how easy it was to have him melting for you. 

“Move the camera, baby. If you’re gonna get off to me, I want to see it.” 

He let out a small whine, immediately doing as asked, a short gasp leaving his lips when he was rewarded with a “good boy.” Matt had a massive praise kink, something you had discovered the first time you had ever done anything with him. You’d spoken a simple “doing so good for me” and he’d practically cum on the spot, humiliation filling his cheeks. Since then, you’d made sure to reward him with consistent praise, loving the way he reacted to it. 

“Go on, baby, tell me what you’re thinking about.” 

At your words, Matt’s hand was moving quicker than it had been, his head now swirling with not just the photo of you, but the full image of you on his live call, your voice encouraging his actions. You laughed to yourself as he struggled to string together a full sentence, his head very clearly overwhelmed with his current situation. 

“Answer me, or you’ll stop what you’re doing.” 

The gentle, but serious, threat of you telling him to stop, and him having to go the rest of the night with no release, was enough for him to finally spit out some words, for the first time in what felt like ages, but had really only been a couple of minutes.

“Thinkin’ about you…” 

He trailed off, his words slightly slurred from pleasure as he ran his thumb over his slit, tightening his grip as his hand moved back down. 

“Yeah? Wishing it was my hand instead of yours?” 

He didn’t hesitate to answer this time, choking out a response almost immediately.

“Yes, fuck. Yes.” 

Matt was easily overwhelmed, and often had a short trigger, so when his noises were getting higher in pitch, you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Seeing his eyes trained on you and raking over the sheer dress you had on, you dropped it off of your shoulders with a smile, and his reaction was exactly what you expected. His hand sped up impossibly, more frequent moans leaving his lips. He turned his head into the pillow, letting out muffled whimpers with his eyes closed into it so as to not disturb anyone else in the house. 

His hips started to push up into his hand, his chest rising and falling more sharply as his breathing picked up speed, and his moaning turned into a steady stream of little whimpers.

“Are you close, baby?” 

You knew the answer, you just wanted to make him agree, knowing it would add on to his slight humiliation. As he choked out a “Uh huh”, his head too floaty with pleasure to form anything else, you smiled at his fucked out state. He was so easy to break down, and he always looked so pretty when he was like this. You spoke praises to him, a few harsh words mixed in between, loving the way his moans choked off at your words, until all he was letting out was a long string of begs. It was a constant stream of “please, please, please, I need-” before you cut him off.

“Relax, baby. You can wait a little bit longer.” 

He reacted to your words with a cut off gasp and his flushed face frantically shaking his head, as if to tell you no, he couldn’t. You didn’t respond, simply watching his movements, noting the way he slowed down a little, steering himself away from the edge but still keeping his pleasure heightened, and you loved just how good he was for you. You weren’t there, he could technically ignore you and get himself off if he so pleased, but even though he desperately wanted to, he waited for your permission, always, because you both knew it felt more rewarding for him when he had it. 

His phone was leaned up against something further down the bed, and you could see when his free hand moved to grab it, his hand shaky as he brought the camera closer to his face before turning the viewpoint around. His thighs were shaking, and his hand was speeding up again, and you knew he wasn’t going to last. He’d been incredibly good for you, so when the pleas began to fall from his lips, you made sure to quickly answer them, not wanting to make him wait much longer.

“Go on, baby, but put your phone back where it was. I want to see how pretty you look when you cum.” 

His face was easily your favorite thing to look at. His eyes screwed tightly shut, his jaw dropping in a long, low moan, his free hand fisting his sheets as his entire head tipped back, putting his neck on display. But you couldn’t deny the insane attractiveness of the way his hips lifted off of the bed, the arch in his back, and the way his thighs trembled. His breathing turned into short gasps as he came, incoherent babbles of half formed words escaping as he rode out his high, listening to your encouraging words of how beautiful he looked, but one of the gasps was one of shock and not pleasure when your last sentence reached his ears.

“Don’t stop until I tell you to, baby.” 

Matt adored being overstimulated, the balance of pleasure and pain making him cry but desperately beg for more. You didn’t plan on pushing him through more than one orgasm tonight, but he was definitely going to finish riding out this wave as long as he could, and you were enjoying listening to his moans turn into whines, his whimpers turning more sob-like. You didn’t tell him to stop until he was nearly crying, the pleasure bordering on the pain that came before pushing through to another orgasm, and his chest was heaving as he removed his hand from himself.

“Did perfect for me, honey.”

He gave you a tired smile, chest still rising and falling harshly as he came down from the effects of his pleasure, his mind seemingly in a state of natural high. You showered him with praise as he laid there for a moment, before softly instructing him to clean himself up. Your gentle push was enough to get him moving, wiping himself off and washing his hands before pulling on clean boxers and pajama pants, crawling back into bed.

“I wish you were here.”

You smiled at his words.

“I wish I was too. I’ll be there soon, don’t worry.” 

And you’d be sure to bring the sheer dress you’d worn tonight.

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[novasturns]

he's so crazy for this honestly. did he seriously think we wouldn't notice? he's soo slutty omg, he been actin horny lately i know yall noticed it too. he in a need for sum juicy wet pussy. he def be touching himself like this when he's horny in public

[sh4dys]

Scary Love » Matt Sturniolo

summary: you and matt never experienced genuine love, but you’re getting through it together <3

warnings: fem!reader, mentions of toxic relationships, swearing, pet name ((my)baby, my girl, sweetheart)

A/N: this is just projecting ngl—also kinda sucks—but it’s cute

You always struggled with relationships, never finding someone who was even remotely decent to you. The best you’d ever experienced was a guy who hid behind brick walls to kiss you near his friends.

All of this had left you with a fear of falling in love, which slightly faded when you found yourself falling for your favorite boy in the entire world. The one person who stuck with you the entire time, Matt, who treated you better than everyone else ever did. Even when you weren’t together, he made sure you knew if your self worth and how much he loved you.

Though you never grew used to his affection and words of reassurance, he was patient with you. He let you take your time getting familiar with his kind words and gestures—even though it had been nearly a year since you two had started dated.

As usual you were cuddled up with him on the couch, his arm draped over your shoulder and your head against his chest. You saw out of the corner of your eye the small smile he wore, the look of pure love in his eyes.

“You’re staring.” You looked up at him with a warm smile, leaning up slightly and kissed his cheek. “Can I not look at my girl?” He chuckled softly, catching your lips in a quick kiss and pulled you closer to him.

You could hear Chris dramatically cough from the other side of the couch, causing you to pull away and look at him. “What? You’re always on each other with the lovey shit.” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the cushions.

“You’re just mad you don’t have a girlfriend. Leave me and my baby alone.” Matt flipped him off and leaned his head down again to kiss you, smiling into it before pulling away with a blush on his cheeks.

“I love you.” He spoke softly, brushing some hair behind your ear, before cupping your jaw with his hand. You could feel the butterflies begin to go crazy in your stomach, nervously giggling and his your face in his shoulder.

“I love you too, Matty.” Your words were muffled against his skin, smiling even more as you felt his arms fully wrap around you and pull you into his lap.

“Sweetheart, stop hiding that pretty face from me.” He nudged your chin to look up at him, smirking knowingly as Chris got up with a groan, leaving the two of you fully alone in the living room. “And now we’re alone.”

He kissed your nose before moving his hands down to hold your sides, keeping you close to him as he mumbled soft praises to you under his breath.

You had heard these words a million times, but you had still never grown used to it. Your gaze found his, kissing his cheek softly. “You still make me feel like nobody else has before.” You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder.

“You deserve it, baby.” He whispered in your ear, running a hand up and down your back carefully, his fingertips brushing against your spine.

You simply nodded at his words, smiling to yourself as you closed your eyes, enjoying the moment between the two of you.

He truly made you feel special, even with your fear of falling in love again.

[ladylokilaufeyson5]

texts with bf!matt

warnings: sexual content, swearing

[loud-sturniolos]

Party

possessive!Matt x reader

Summary:

While at a party some drunk guy doesn’t seem to get the hint that you’re taken.

Warnings:

Drinking, possessive and jealous Matt, shy/awkward reader, pet names used by stranger(Pretty girl, baby girl) and Matt (babydoll, sweetheart, princess.), suggestive, protective Nick, not proof read!!! Kinda shit!!

Reader , Matt , stranger , Nick

A/N: Writers block is KILLING me rn. 😭

The bright, flashing lights, along with music blasting, filled the club. You had just walked away from Matt, Chris and Nick to get yourself a refill of your drink.

As you stood next to the bar and waited for the bartender to return with your drink, you felt someone brush up behind you. Turning around, you saw a man you’d never seen before; he was about 5’5”, had dirty blonde hair, green eyes, pale skin, and looked tipsy. He stared down with a cocky smirk, “Hey, pretty girl, what’s your name?” His voice was slurred, very drunk. “Uh.. my name’s Y/N.” You replied awkwardly, all you wanted was your drink then to return back to your boyfriend and his brothers. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He teased, making you internally cringe. He reached his hand forward to try touch your arm, but you quickly stepped to the side, now slightly away from the bar. An annoyed look spread across the mans face. “Why are you stepping back?” He demanded, stepping up into your personal space. “I- I have a boyfriend.” You stuttered out shyly, “So? He doesn’t have to know, baby girl..” He said, sounding sickly sweet as he grabbed your wrist in a bruisingly tight grip so you couldn’t walk away.

The bartender walked over with your drink, he gave the man a confused look but walked away after handing you your drink. “I gotta go back to my boyfriend.” You said nervously, but the man tried to drag you closer.

You suddenly heard a familiar voice behind you, “She has a boyfriend.” Nick told the man sternly, reaching between you and the man to yank his hand off you. “I don’t see him.” The stranger replies smugly, but Nick ignores him and grabs your hand, pulling you away from the bar and towards Chris and Matt again.

As soon as you got back to the group, Matt’s hand grabbed the side of your neck and pulled you into him, free arm going around your waist, hand on your lower back. “What happened, babydoll? Who the hell was that?” He asked sternly, clearly pissed off, but not at you. “I don’t know,” you mumbled quietly, now feeling safe in the arms of your boyfriend, so you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your face into his chest, “He kept flirting with me, and was just being creepy.” Matt huffed in annoyance that another man tried to get with his girl. But, he stayed as calm as he can and rubbed your back gently, using his hand on the side of your neck to tilt your chin up, then leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Do you want to go home, sweetheart? Maybe go sit in the car for a bit?” He mumbled softly against your lips, smiling when you hummed in agreement. “Yeah.. we can go sit in the car for a bit, just us.” Matt smirked and pressed another quick kiss to your lips before pulling away and grabbing your hand, dragging you out the club and into the cool night air.

Matt dragged you over to his car, but instead of getting in the front seats he opens the back door and gets in, you follow and climb into the back with him before being dragged to straddle his lap, having to tilt your head down so you dont hit it on the roof of the car. He smirks and grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in for a deep kiss.

The messy makeout session leads to Matt trailing his hand up your inner thigh, before being interrupted by Matts phone buzzing in his pocket. He pulls away slightly and checks it, seeing a message from Nick that they’re coming out the club now to come home. Matt groans in annoyance, showing you the text which makes you also groan in annoyance.

You both climb out the back of the car and get into the front, you in the passenger seat and Matt in the drivers seat, just before Nick and Chris get into the car Matt grabs your thigh and squeezes it, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “We’ll continue where we left off when we’re back home, alright princess?” You blush slightly and nod, humming softly in agreement, then Chris and Nick open the back doors and get into the car.

[miyasturniolo]

LIPSTICK MARKS | matt sturniolo

pairing: bf!matt x f!reader

summary: you were staying over at your boyfriend's place, and he had been gaming all day playing fortnite while you were on his lap but once you started kissing him and marking him up, it was now leading to more passionate moments.

warnings: smut, blow job, submissive matt, unprotected, gentle sex, whimpering matt, handjob, pet names (mommy, baby, darling, good boy, slut), nipple playing, hair grabbing, biting.

a/n: not my photos, found on pinterest. Do you play fortnite??

WORDS: 3.1k

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you - pink | matt - blue | nick - purple

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You've been hanging out with your boyfriend for two days now, and even though he didn't want you to leave, you decided to stay at his because you had a whole week with no plans.

Currently, he is playing Fortnite while you were sitting on his lap. He was on his gaming chair but occasionally he had his hand on your thigh, but not for long due to he’s focused on the game.

He is on mic with his brother Nick, as Chris couldn't be bothered to play at the moment so it left to them two. "110!" Matt exclaims as he successfully hits an enemy with a sniper shot.

While playing, you can hear Nick yelling at Matt for help, even though Matt is already assisting. "GET HIM! I'M LITERALLY ON 20 HEALTH, YOU DUMB FUCK!" Nick shouts over the mic.

You can't help but laugh quietly at nick due to you faintly heard him on mic. Matt groans as he got knocked down after being sniped by the opponent they both were trying to kill.

He glances at you before moving your position slightly on his lap so your comfortable. He couldn’t help but your movements were gonna start arousing him, though he doesn't say anything and tries to focus on what to say to you while he’s spectating Nick who’s trying to get his reboot card and run.

"Are you okay?" he whispers, muting himself to avoid being teased by Nick. "Yeah, how about you?" You reply with a smile, and he nods before kissing your cheek.

He wrapped his arms around you for a moment, taking a break from playing. His thumb gently rubbed your arm. “Sorry if I’m boring you,” he said, making you chuckle.

“You’re not,” you replied, and he simply smiled before kissing your head. In the background, you could faintly hear Nick screaming on his mic as he was being pursued by an opponent, while Matt had temporarily watching due to he died.

“FOR FUCK'S SAKE, LEAVE ME ALONE!” Nick shouted, although his opponent couldn't actually hear him. Matt chuckled, then unmuted and put his headset back on. “No need to scream,” he teased, but you could have sworn Nick rolled his eyes.

Matt kept his arm around you as he watched Nick, who surprisingly managed to stay alive despite being considered the weakest player of the group. Matt didn't mind as long as Nick was still in the game.

You traced your fingers over his tattoos, a gesture he enjoyed. He looked at your hands before kissing your head.

Nick hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he should reboot Matt at reckless railways or not due to there was a medallion. He risked it, guided by the yellow circle on the map indicating the enemy with the medallion was moving away.

"You're only on twenty health.. you should find some meds," Matt advised, rubbing your arm before focusing back on the game, with you still sitting on his lap.

"I'll manage for now," the eldest triplet assured Matt, as he returned to the game, searching for weapons instead of settling for a grey pistol.

You were watching him game as he gathered loot, followed by Nick. "There are six people left, two duos including us, and two solos," Nick calculated. "Got it."

As the game reached its final moments with only two teams remaining, Matt spotted the other duo and roughly marked their location. "They're around there.. I saw both of them," he noted, giving a slight indication of their whereabouts due to their medallions and he saw them.

Nick acted without hesitation, taking a shot at the opponent, but it was only a body shot. "34," he exclaimed, as he swiftly swung his assault rifle at the player who was building cover, while another opponent attempted to snipe.

Matt tried to assist by firing back, but Nick was soon taken down by a headshot. As Matt constructed protective barriers, he spoke on mic, "Come here," prompting Nick to crawl towards him in the game.

Despite the attackers targeting his structures, Matt persevered in attempting to revive Nick. "Damn it, I'm running low on materials," he muttered, dividing his focus between building and reviving to avoid getting shot.

"Leave me behind," Nick insisted, but Matt refused, knowing their chances of survival were slim without him.

As you observed their gameplay, you shifted slightly on his lap, causing him to bite his lip not just from concentration, but also from the heat of your body against his, starting to make him hard.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath as Nick was revived and began healing with a Medkit. "Head to the circle."

As he watched the enemy player with the medal on his map move away, likely heading towards the circle, he scanned the area with his sniper rifle but found nothing at the moment. Without hesitation, he dashed towards the circle, with Nick following suit.

They soon found themselves inside the circle, while their foes remained hidden. Matt muted himself and concealed his character in a bush in the game. "Baby," he whispered, feeling a rush of excitement just from gazing into your eyes.

"You keep moving, and it's turning me on," he expressed after ensuring he was muted. You simply stared back at him, while Nick's voice came through the mic faintly, "Are you there?"

Just as Matt was about to unmute himself, you intervened. "I'll take care of your little issue if you promise not to mute yourself." This statement puzzled Matt, but he agreed to your terms.

You stood up from his lap, causing him to furrow his brow and frown. However, he soon realized you were now kneeling in front of him, which widened his eyes. "Y/n," he murmured, but you didn't act, only whispering, "Unmute yourself... be a good boy, hm?" Matt complied, though his hands trembled as he grew more aroused.

Matt confirmed his presence with a simple “Yeah, I'm here,” as he gazed at you briefly before refocusing on the game to locate the elusive duo before the circle closed in.

You began to tease him, eliciting a surprised moan that he quickly stifled with his hand. "What the fuck?!" Nick exclaimed over the mic upon hearing the moan, but then laughed. Matt chuckled so it wasn’t awkward, though his attention remained primarily on the game.

Removing his jeans and boxers, you found his throbbing cock exposed to the cool air. "I've found them," Matt announced, as you began stroking him, causing him to bite his lip and let out a whimper. Fortunately, Nick either didn't hear or chose not to acknowledge it.

As they both engaged in shooting at the enemy in the game, you, with your hand now covered in pre-cum, continued to pleasure Matt, whose legs widened to give you better access and control.

His focus disrupted, Matt was eventually taken down in the game. "Damn," he muttered, a soft moan escaping him under your touch.

You watched as Matt leaned on his gaming chair, trying not to make a sound because he couldn't mute himself. He kept glancing at you, stroking him, which made him whimper. Then his attention turned back to the game, where he was was spectating Nick once again.

He removed his headset and placed it around his neck, but, as you had instructed, he didn't unmute himself. "Please, mommy," he whispered so softly that Nick couldn't hear.

"Louder," you urged, causing him to look at you with his blue eyes fixed on your face. He hesitated for a moment before repeating it louder, knowing that Nick heard this time. "Please, mommy," he said more audibly and firmly. Nick asked why he had said that, but he didn't respond.

You increased your stroking pace, eliciting a stifled moan from him and causing his legs to faintly tremble. He closed his eyes, whimpering.

Feeling the need to mute himself, he did so, placing the headset on the table. As you looked at him, he spoke, "fuck you for this," before grabbing your hair and making you gag on his member. "Choke on me, baby. Get what you deserve."

He watched as you pleasured him, guiding you gently. "That's it, darling," he said as you took him deep, causing you to gag slightly as his sensitive tip brushed the back of your throat.

Looking up at him, you noticed his grip on your hair tightening as he neared climax, urging you to pick up the pace. You traced your tongue along his veins, eliciting moans and whimpers from him.

"holy fuck, mommy!" he exclaimed, not too loudly to alert his two identical brothers nearby. He notice he had won a game Nick seemed to finished for them both.

Releasing your hair, he allowed you to take control while you continued your ministrations. "I'm so close, baby," he whimpered as his moans intensified.

He reached his peak in your mouth, some of it spilling onto your chin, his breathing heavy. “Shit..” he muttered, closing his eyes and catching his breath.

"Darling," he whispered, brushing your hair away from your face to gaze at you after you had finished giving him pleasure. “yeah?”

He stayed silent for a moment. He could hear Nick faintly on the mic, but it seemed like he had given up asking where Matt was or what he was doing. Nick was now watching TikTok while they were both in the lobby.

“you marked me in a way, your lipstick all around my dick” he whispered before cleaning himself up with a tissue. His dick was now soft, no longer hard from the earlier head you had given him but you both couldn’t help but chuckle.

Matt got off the gaming chair, put on fresh boxers, but couldn’t be bothered to put on sweatpants at 8pm. He looked at you and chuckled before wiping a tiny bit of his cum off your chin. “Missed a bit,” he teased, which made you chuckle before replying, “seems like I have.”

He grabbed your hand and sat you on his lap once he was back in the gaming chair. He noticed the hairband in your messy ponytail that he had pulled earlier, so he gently let your hair down and made a neater ponytail for you.

"I'm going back on the mic, okay?" He said before placing his hand on your thigh and putting on his mic. He could hear his brother TikTok, "I'm back," which made Nick gasp. "Finally, after years it feels like"

They played a few matches and lost their crown win, but it was now around late 10pm. You were on your phone and then watching him. He was mostly dying, but he wasn't focused on it anymore ever since you gave him head. He loved the way you did it, and he didn't know how he was going to forget about it since it was probably one of the best he’s had.

"You still haven't answered me. Why did you disappear?" Nick said, and Matt's cheeks turned red, but he lied. "I mean, my girlfriend is here. I can't just be gaming all day and forget about her."

Since nick now got his answer, he was buying it especially since he knew you were actually in matts room for another night. He even didn't notice that Matt was saying a lie.

The middle triplet, Matt was daydreaming while spectating Nick due to the number of times he died, even dying by two Fortnite AIs.

All he thought about was how you gave him the head and wanting you even more.

He thought for a moment, still listening to Nick a little longer before deciding to excuse himself. "Nick, I'll be right back," he said, muting himself and removing his microphone, placing it around his neck.

He glanced at you, engrossed in your phone, and couldn't help but smile. "y/n," he whispered, catching your attention.

His eyes were filled with love and another emotion that you recognized from the way he looked at you earlier.. lust. "Yeah?" you responded.

"Can you ride me while I play? I promise to behave," Matt murmured, locking eyes with you with his blue gaze.

Your eyes widened, but you couldn't resist rolling them at his vulnerability. Nevertheless, you started kissing his neck, eliciting soft moans from him.

"I didn't expect you to be in the mood already," he murmured, ensuring that he was still muted, which he fortunately was.

Leaving lipstick marks on his neck, you whispered, "Talk to your brother if you want," knowing his skin was a bit paler than most.

"I can't... I know he will realise that we are fucking," he mumbled, closing his eyes as you gently moved your hips against him.

"I swear if I'm not inside you in the next five minutes, I'll lose control and take you forcefully," he said firmly, releasing a moan as his hands gripped your hips.

You began to kiss his neck, causing him to moan even louder, but then decided to playfully tease him. "You can't leave your brother waiting," you said with a smirk, to which he just cursed.

"Forget him... all I want is for you to be with me," he whispered, biting his lip and locking eyes with you. "I should speak.. shouldn’t I?" he groaned.

You chuckled softly and increased the pace of your movements before glancing at him, noticing the marks you left on his neck.

He simply looked at you before putting his microphone back on. "I'm going to spend some time with my girlfriend," he announced quickly before exiting the Fortnite lobby and shutting down his PC.

Before you could say anything, he gently placed his headset down and kissed your lips, his hands tangled in your hair, drawing you closer. "Fuck me, please... I'm such a slut, I swear, but only for you," he whispered.

He let out a soft whimper as you removed his shirt, his breath hitching when your hands touched his cool chest.

You glanced at him in his boxers, while you were in a shirt and shorts from a brand called Let's Trip, as you had been about to head to bed not long ago.

"Well, like I said.. I am a slut for you, but you are as well since your the one sitting on my lap without underwear or a bra," he said with a smirk, but you just rolled your eyes playfully and began to palm him instead of grinding against his lap.

His eyes widened as he let out a loud moan before biting your shoulder and closing his eyes. "Y/n... seriously. I'm about to cum and I'm not even inside you yet."

You noticed him playing with your shirt, so you paused as he removed it, revealing your breasts.

His eyes widened, but he wasted no time and began rubbing his thumb on your sensitive nipples before sucking on them, listening to your soft moans.

He was desperate to be inside you and couldn't wait any longer. He pulled away briefly to look at you before removing your shorts without asking, knowing you would allow it.

Now naked before him, he was only in boxers, he kissed the shoulder where he had left a mark. "Sorry," he mumbled. “Don’t worry..”

You felt his soft lips on your skin, but then he patted your thigh, indicating for you to get off his lap. As you stood up, he removed his boxers, revealing his throbbing, erect member.

"Please, baby... I need you so badly," he whimpered as you returned to his lap, slowly taking him inside you.

You let out a soft moan as Matt became a whimpering mess, feeling how tight you were around him. He held your hip to encourage you to slow down. "Take your time," he mumbled.

No matter what, he always prioritized your comfort, even if he lost control. He always made sure you were okay.

He arched his back as you felt his size inside you, guiding you down onto him, hearing you moan with a mix of pain and pleasure.

"I'm sorry," he said, trying to reassure you. He loosened his grip on your hips and slowly guided you to grind on him to ease the discomfort. "Ah..." you groaned.

You glanced at Matt, who was a moaning mess but was trying to hold back, focused on making sure you were not in pain.

He continued to guide your hips, and soon he found your G-spot, causing you to moan and roll your eyes back slightly, while Matt gasped and groaned.

"Oh my..." He said as you now ground your hips on his lap, covering his mouth to avoid drawing attention. "Y/n!" he whimpered.

He slowly released his grip and carefully placed it on his gaming chair, gripping the arm rest tightly, causing his knuckles to turn white.

As you picked up the pace and began moaning louder, though not as loudly as Matt, who always did when he was submissive, he whispered, "Mommy..."

"Are you close already?" you asked in a hushed tone, to which he nodded. He moved his hands, now squeezing your backside, but couldn't help the tremors running through his body as his orgasm approached.

"Me too," you said before increasing the intensity slightly, mindful of his sensitivity when he wasn't in a dominant role. "Slow down."

You matched his desired rhythm with your hips, but it was still satisfying for you. Soon, he climaxed inside you, emitting a moan that might have been heard by one of his brothers.

You reached your peak with him, letting out a loud moan, though not as loud as his, and soon found yourselves panting, covered in sweat, and his room likely smelling of sex. He rubbed your back and kissed your jawline.

Exhausted, he whispered, “No more rounds, please,” as he caught his breath. You nodded in understanding and hugged him briefly before attempting to get off his lap. However, he shook his head, signaling for you to stay seated.

“Just a little longer?” he asked, to which you huffed before speaking. “Only because I care about you- and love you,” as you wrap your arms around him again.

MIYAS MASTERLIST & INFO

[mattitvdes]

matt sturniolo boyfriend headcannons

a/n: in honor of matt looking HOT in their new tiktok

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★. you already know he’s obsessed with you

★. he’s against extreme PDA, like somebody sitting on the other’s lap, making out or just long kisses in public

★. but despite that, he holds your hand, puts an arm around you, and gives you a few pecks (but not necessarily on your lips) in public

★. i can totally see him having a girlfriend with an outgoing personality (opposites attract? 😏)

★. he has the emotional capacity to understand when you want to be alone, or have some alone time during your relationship.

★. he’d also be so understanding and kind if you’re having an off day and just can’t tolerate anything, giving you the space you need

★. same goes for you when his anxiety spikes on stressful or overwhelming times

★. during those days, there’s a possibility of him snapping at you from how overwhelmed he is, but you never hold it against him, giving him time to cool down before approaching him again

★. whenever that happens, he’d feel bad as soon as your expression showed even a hint of sadness, but his head is so clouded that he doesn’t come to his senses until a few hours after his head clears and he calms down

“y/n… i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said that earlier.”

you give him a soft smile, opening your arms to pull him in for a hug. “it’s okay, i knew you weren’t feeling that good, and i still bugged you when i shouldn’t.” you’d say before the both of you kiss and make up!

★. very clingy.

★. when you first started dating, he’d try and steer away from being too touchy and clingy, fearing it would make him look needy or vulnerable. but now? he’d whine and groan if you ever needed to get up during your semi-nightly cuddle sessions

“matt, i need to pee.”

“no.” he’d mumble, his body on top of yours, practically crushing you, while his head rests in the crook of your neck.

★. as any other couple does, you guys argue, but it happens once every blue moon when the both of you are in bad moods at the same time and can’t tolerate anyone or anything

★. but fights are quickly resolved due to the use of communication between the two of you. you give each other space to cool down, then talk it out

★. tough guy matt? nonexistent around you. if he ever gave you attitude, or unnecessary sass, he’d shut up with one glare sent his way from you

★. i’m a firm believer that matt would love to be babied and taken care of.

★. nights where it’s just the two of you alone, and you’re laying down on your shared bed, his head either resting in the crook of your neck or on your stomach, and your hand is tangled in his hair as you softly scratch his scalp.

★. would love staying in for date nights, but you also have a fancy dinner date maybe once every month or two just for the fun of it

★. i feel like he’d go all out on special occasions. anniversary or birthday? he’s getting you the most perfect gift you’ve ever received. (might even get your initials tattooed on him when you’re really far into a relationship… 🤔)

★. movie nights definitely happen multiple times a week

★. often texts you during car videos, which results in him getting yelled at by nick or chris to pay attention (but he can’t help it… he loves his girl)

[elenalolls]

Matt (or chris) fic where the reader is like sooo distant that matt (or Chris) become desperate to know what's wrong? Like to the point where he's begging her.

"Please. I NEED to know what's wrong so I can fix it."

PLS 🤭🤭

I’ll Always Be There For You – (M.S.)

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

Summary: When you begin to face problems, you distance yourself from the one person you know you could go to and he notices.

Word Count: 670+

Warning/s — OOC idk help / Nothing (???)

A/N: I dont think I followed this request fully soz, WHERE HES BEGGINGGG OH SO UR SICK.

You had no intention of putting up a wall between you and Matt. It didn’t serve any purposes and you knew that. You also knew talking about what was going on would help in a way. So why were you suddenly doing things different?

You weren’t sure yourself.

And you had thought you were doing a subtle job at doing so, until you apparently weren’t when you received a text saying ‘Unlock your door. Be there in fifteen, let’s talk about you.’

‘Let’s talk about you’, let’s! Or, we can talk about how many… insults were thrown at you a day, ultimately bringing your mood down for over a week. Just for being in a relationship with your boyfriend.

Upon reading that message, your eyebrows furrowed. You wanted to tell him no, that you weren’t able to hang out or talk. But as you reevaluated his message, you realized he had sent it almost ten minutes ago, earning a groan. You ran a hand through your hair as you slipped on your shoes. Quickly making your way into your living room and towards the front door, refraining from, yet again, letting out a noise of frustration when you heard a car, his car, pull into your driveway.

Accepting your defeat, you unlocked and opened the front door. Crossing your arms over your chest, waiting for him.

When his figure appears from around the corner, you still. “Hi,” you manage to say, your voice cracking in the process. Well! “I don’t know if I can talk for long, what happened—”

“Are you okay?” Matt interjected, his tone stern, completely ignoring what you had just said.

“I— What?” You stammered, tilting your head. “I’m fine, are you okay?”

“Don’t lie to me.” Quickly adding, “Please.”

As you locked eyes with him, you could sense his concern, and it triggered a pang of guilt within you. You’ve had this discussion before, coming up with a solution that did work for a while, until it didn’t. And as if he could see right through you, he spoke once more. “You can tell me, Y/N. Anything. You know that.”

Your shoulders slumped, “I know.”

“Then what’s wrong,” He softly spoke, gently grasping both your hands. Slowly guiding you backwards, allowing the two of you to enter your house. Releasing your hands momentarily, he turned around and securely shut the door, locking it.

As you continue to remain silent, he lowers his head so he’s eye-to-eye with you, his hands moving to your shoulders, “Please. I need to know in order to help, Y/N. Let me help you.”

Reluctantly, you give in. “If you say I’m being overdramatic—”

He chuckles, rolling his eyes. “I won’t, of course I won’t. You know I won’t.”

“Right,” you murmur, “I know I said I wouldn’t check my comments on anything, but I was curious. I saw what was being said about me, and it just, I don’t know.”

Matt’s expression softens even more (if possible), “You should’ve told me. I could’ve said something.”

You looked down, causing your hair to cascade over your shoulder. Seeing this, he raised his hand and gently tucked some of your hair behind your ear. With his hand now on your cheek, you fought the temptation to lean into his touch as you uttered your next words. “You have already and clearly, it didn’t matter. Listen, it’s fine, I’m fine. Like I said, it just put me in a mood for a couple days.”

“It’s not, though.” The boy mumbled, holding your gaze. “You shouldn’t be criticized for being with me, and I’m sorry. I’ll talk with Nick and Chris about it, we can say something about it again, yeah?”

You allowed a smile to slowly make its way onto you face, “Okay, yeah.”

As he embraces you, his hands gently encircle your waist, drawing you closer. Your arms instinctively find their place around his neck. “Do you want to stay? We can watch a movie or something.”

“I thought you said you couldn’t talk for long,” he muttered against your neck, laughing as you pulled away soon after. “I’m kidding, yes.”

DT(s) — @bellelovesmen, @agirlsrage ! ౨ৎ

[stvrniclo]

hi hi <3 this is just a lil dad!matt drabble bc he's so cutie patootie ughhhh ✧₊⁺

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა dad!matt x mom!reader ୭ 🩰 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you look at yourself as you stand in front of the mirror, contemplating whether or not the white dress you were wearing would be suitable for an outing with matt and your daughter blaire.

"mm.. 's okay, i guess," you mutter to yourself, pretty much. matt sat across from you on the other side of the room, with blaire sat in his lap as he watched her in adoration. "what'd you say, baby?" he asks, suddenly looking up at you through his pretty blue eyes, eyebrows slightly raised.

"oh, i was jus' wondering if this dress is okay," you say, doing a little twirl to show it to matt. "you look so cute, mama bear," matt grins shyly at you. you could see the faintest shade of pink in his cheeks.

"thank you," you giggle, flattered. you finish fixing your dress from the front, but you clearly struggle with zipping it from the back. matt noticed, though, and gently placing blaire on the bed, he makes his way over to you.

"i'll do it for you, baby," matt says, placing one hand around your waist and the using the other to hold onto the zip as he pulled it up carefully. "'s done," he says once he's finished.

"thank you, matty," you say softly. matt plants a kiss on your neck before returning his attention to blaire, who sat with one of her toys in her hand, giggling as she examined it closely. it was a fuzzy sheep, with rounded pink ears and blue eyes.

"you like snowy, sweetheart?" matt said softly, sitting down next to your daughter. "snowy makes you happy?" blaire nodded, overcome by the most adorable fit of giggles. matt looked up at you now, saying, "babe, look! our baby's so fuckin' cute!" the happiest smile played on your boyfriend's lips. seeing matt so happy made your heart melt, so much that you didn't even care to tell him off for swearing in front of the baby.

"you're mommy and daddy's pretty little baby, hm?" matt cooed, softly pulling blaire back into his lap. "you're so fuckin' precious, you know that?"

"matty, cut down on the swearing, love," you finally say playfully, hooking your necklace from the back and slipping into your shoes. matt ran a hand through his hair. "sorry, angel, i keep forgetting."

"it's okay, baby, jus' remindin' you," you giggle, padding over to give matt a kiss. he stands up from the bed, blaire carefully tucked under one arm, the other he wraps around you. one of your hands is placed over matt's chest and you interlock the other with blaire's. you press a soft, swift kiss to his lips, and then you and matt, blaire in his arms, make your way outside, to have a little day out, as a family.

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🪞𓍢ִ໋🍓♡ as always thank u for readinggg ( and i hope u liked it hehe ) !! lots more drabbles / fics / whatever coming soon !! ty for all the likes and reblogs lately, love u all to bits ♡︎

[bratzforchris]

Make It Better

Summary: Matt's home sick and bored. What happens when you walk in on him doing pushups instead of resting?

Pairing: Matt x feminine reader

Warnings: Fluffy smut, making out while sick, vanilla sex, cowgirl, handjob, p in v, needy/pouty bottom!Matt (mostly just a short/sweet/silly smut<3)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: There's something about Matt in this video that is just so! Fuckable! In all seriousness though, this is fiction. Maybe don't go around fucking people with COVID...Enjoy!!!

You sighed as you stirred the pot of chicken noodle soup that was currently simmering on the stove. Both Matt and Nick were home sick with COVID, and by extension, so were you and Chris. Despite knowing that you should be making Matt quarantine, you hadn’t done very well with being apart from your boy. Not only did your heart long to care for him, but Matt was a bit…whiny when he was sick. You found it rather endearing, the way he would whine and grab for things, and the way he would absolutely beg you to lay with him and cuddle him until he felt better. He claimed that the snuggles and you scratching his scalp softly with your acrylic nails was better than any amount of Dayquil. 

Just because Matt was your boyfriend wouldn’t stop you from caring for the other two triplets, though. You quickly turned off the stove and divided the soup into three bowls, placing them on a tray and starting the trek throughout the house to deliver the food to your boys. Your first stop was Chris’ room in the basement. You felt rather bad for the youngest triplet; he had never liked sleeping or even being alone, and now he was basically holed up in his room all by himself for days. 

“Knock knock!” You said cheerfully, announcing your arrival at his bedroom door. 

Chris opened his door a few moments later, looking bleary-eyed with messy hair. “Y/N?”

“I brought soup!” You explained happily. 

“I’m not the sick one,” Chris chuckled. “But thank you.”

You and Chris continued to chat for a few moments, with you making sure you kept your distance since you had been around Matt, before you spoke. “Well, I guess I should go finish playing DoorDash and make sure the toddler is alright.”

“The toddler?”

“Someone's rather whiny when he’s sick.” You snorted. 

Chris laughed as well, knowing exactly who you were referencing. After bidding the youngest triplet goodbye, you picked up your tray and headed to Nick’s room. Seeing as how the oldest was still contagious, you shot him a quick text to let him know that his food was outside. Finally, you made your way to your and Matt’s shared room with one bowl of soup left. Pushing open the door, you were met with a sight that you were not expecting at all. Matt was on the ground doing push ups, still in pajamas and vlogging the whole thing. 

“Matt!” you exclaimed, setting his bowl down on his desk. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be resting.”

“I’m bored,” Your boy whined, sitting up and leaning against the wall. “And I need physical activity.”

“Baby, you’re sick. You need to be resting.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully and offering him your hand to stand up. 

“I took less than 100 steps yesterday. That’s sickening–” Matt groaned, being cut off by a barking cough as you helped him lay down once more. 

You pulled your boyfriend into your chest as you laid down beside him, running your nails through his fluffy, brown hair. Matt let out a content little sigh, curling into your chest and sniffling. He was rather feverish, but he was already doing loads better than he had been yesterday. At this point, he was mostly just bored and eager to do something other than watch movies, play Fortnite, and sleep, despite his pounding headache. 

You looked down at the boy resting on your chest as Matt snuck his hand between your thighs. “What are you doing?” You asked, raising a brow. 

“Nothing,” Matt said with faux innocence, blinking his glassy, blue eyes at you. “Jus’ getting comfy.”

“You need your hand between my thighs to be comfortable?”

“Mhm.” 

You rolled your eyes, pressing a kiss to the brunette’s head. “You know you’re not a good liar, sweetheart.”

Matt groaned softly, scooting his hips closer to your own as he began to rub soft circles over the fabric that covered your pussy. “‘M bored and I need that physical activity I mentioned earlier.” 

“You’re also sick. When was the last time you brushed your teeth and showered?”

Matt huffed cutely, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling with his arms crossed. “You’re being mean.”

Before he could speak again, you turned and pressed a kiss to Matt’s plump, pink lips. The boy moaned softly into the kiss, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth, making out with him as you moved yourself to straddle his waist. 

“You’re gonna get sick.” Matt whined softly, making no move to push you off. 

“I don’t care.” You replied in a cliché manner, a dopey smile on your face as you pulled back to look at him. 

Matt let out a soft grunt, rutting his hips up to meet your own. “I need you,” he whimpered, already arching his back against the pillows even though you hadn’t really done anything. “Gonna make me feel better.”

“You’re so whiny when you’re sick.” You tsked, running your hands along the soft skin of his abdomen to pull his white pajama shirt up and over his head.

“I am not.” he sniffled, voice gravelly from the congestion. 

“Are so.” You hummed back teasingly, leaving soft kisses on his warm tummy. 

You could feel Matt’s cock hardening beneath you, making him blush and whine as he tugged at your leggings.You pressed soft kisses to the brunette’s chest and stomach as you tugged his pajama bottoms off, smirking at the way he was already hard for you, pretty pink tip glistening with precum. Matt moaned softly as he blushed harder, letting out little coughs and sniffles as he futilely attempted to cover himself. 

“Ah ah,” You chuckled, batting his hands away. “What happened to all that ‘I need physical activity’ from earlier?” You said, pulling off your shirt and bra. 

“You’re a bully.” Matt grumbled, hissing from the combination of the way you began to stroke his cock and the sight of your now bare tits bouncing in his face as you got yourself worked up on his thigh.  

You broke the connection for a moment to slide off your leggings and already soaked panties. You continued to palm your boyfriend's cock, leaving him whimpering and moaning as you reached into the nightstand and retrieved a condom. 

“Are you sure you feel okay? We don’t have to.” You assured Matt, brushing some of the messy hair off of his forehead as he sneezed.

“I want to. It’ll make me feel better.” Matt pouted, thrusting his dick into your hand, desperate to chase his orgasm. 

“So needy.” You shook your head with a laugh, ripping open the condom and replacing your hand with the rubber on his throbbing cock. 

Your boyfriend hissed as you slid onto him, the feeling of your cunt clenching against him making him whimper. You began to ride Matt slowly, allowing his aching, feverish joints to get used to the feeling of you being on top. It was clear that illness or not, the brunette was beyond needy. He loved the feeling of you being in charge, telling him what to do and calling him a pretty boy. He was, by definition, your pillow princess, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“I thought this was supposed to be physical activity for you.” You panted with a small giggle as you began to speed up your rhythm. 

Matt had a lazy, sleepy smile on his face as you rode him, every now and then letting out little whimpers and moans. “My heart rate elevates every time I look at you.” he smiled cheesily and then hissed when you hit a particularly good angle, brown, feathery curls fanning out against the silken pillow cases as he arched his back. 

Your lower stomach began to clench with the need to orgasm at your boyfriend's sensual noises. The added gravel to his voice from the sickness was just turning you on more, making you grip Matt’s shoulders shakily. 

“I’m…gonna cum.” You groaned, your pussy clenching as Matt whimpered again. 

Matt nodded, letting out loud, sexual noises as you rode him harder than you had previously. “Want you to cum with me.” he pouted, looking up at you through his lashes. 

You two really didn’t have a chance to say anything else as both of your climaxes overtook you. In spite of his incredibly sore throat, Matt was practically screaming your name as your orgasm clenched against his dick, making him fill the condom quickly. By the time you had regained your senses, your boyfriend had softened inside of you. You slid off of Matt easily, helping him pull the condom off and dispose of it in the trash can beside the bed. 

“Was that enough physical activity for you?” You asked with a sly chuckle, kissing his cheek softly. 

Matt nodded sleepily, coughing into his arm roughly. “I feel so much better now.” he said with a watery grin. 

“Do you?” You asked skeptically. 

“...well no, but now I’m content and no longer bored.” the brunette informed you matter-of-factly, his bratty, subby side still showing despite the fact that you were no longer fucking. 

“So you aren’t going to complain about sleeping and taking medicine, right?” You murmured, grabbing a pack of baby wipes off the nightstand and wiping both yourself and Matt down. 

“Medicine tastes like ass and I’ve slept so much in the past two days.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, pulling the comforter over the both of you until you shot up, just now remembering the bowl on Matt’s desk. “Fuck. Your soup’s gone cold.”

“You bought me soup?” Matt cocked his head and blew his nose, unaware that you had ‘left’ the house. 

“I made it. I made you homemade chicken noodle soup and forgot about it because you jumped my bones.” You joked. 

“You didn’t stop me,” Matt pointed out, another chesty cough escaping his mouth. “But if the soup’s already cold…round two?”

“Matthew.”

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