#matt sturniolo

[alesturniolos]

STURNIOLO P!LINK LIST PART 5

nsfw twitter links

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Nick

fucking you so good in the hotel room

this is exactly how he likes being treated

this position is his fav cause he gets to see your ass bounce like that

this is like music to his ears

he needed to fuck you right then and there

this is what he sends when you are away showing you what you're missing

Matt

you got tired of riding him so he's helping you now

dryhumpting is so underrated

he wanted to check if your toy is as good as you say it is

soft and slow sex

fucking you with his freak playlist playing in the background

the way your tits bounce on missionary is his fav view

Chris

teasing him until he can't resist it no more

he's going so slow cause he doesn't wanna hurt you

sub!chris coded

he takes his time with his food

this is how he helps you relax after a stressful day

he's fucking you so good

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[bernardsbendystraws]

BITCH WE ARE BACKKKK ✨✨✨✨✨

laura’s gone, we’re getting a vlog tomorrow, and we just got insta posts from them???

i’m dropping my panties and flashing my tits. I FEEL THE OGNESS!!!

[oopsiedaisydeer]

for your pleasure

proceed at your own risk. these all feature sexual and nsfw content. all of these links are from twitter/x, you need to be logged into an account to view them!

chris sturniolo

you accidentally hear him jerking off (nsfw audio)

you love him but he has to wait before he cums (p!link)

comforting you by letting you grind on his thigh (p!link)

he finally gets to eat you out (p!link)

you love the feeling of his cock between your boobs (p!link)

you're his best friend, he wants to take things slow (p!link)

he loves kneading your ass (p!link)

getting rid of his boner before he goes out (nsfw audio)

holding you by the ankles (p!link)

he gets you and your underwear all sticky (p!link)

you can't even think when he's fucking you slow (p!link)

matt sturniolo

he can't focus on kissing you (p!link)

dry humping the mattress when you're away (nsfw audio)

you love when he takes his time (p!link)

he loves fucking your face from this angle (p!link)

matt tries his best to follow your instructions (p!link)

easy, boy (p!link)

soft, teasing make out with your boobs (p!link)

he loves putting in the work (p!link)

sharing a bed with your best friend (nsfw audio)

grinding against the bunny he got you (p!link)

pressing you into the mattress (p!link)

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws ꨄ

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[chrisstvrns]

⌞matt fucking you in the airplane bathroom⌝⸝⸝

warnings: public sex, bathroom sex, rough dom!matt x sub!reader, oral (f receiving), rough sex, unprotected p in v, fingering, nipple play, biting, creampie, possessive matt,

word count: 977

it’s quiet in the cabin. most of first class is asleep or pretending to be. nick’s a few rows back. chris too. you're tucked into your seat in one of matt’s hoodies and soft gray sweatpants, curled up like nothing’s out of the ordinary. you're watching some random movie on the screen, paying no mind to it as you scribble in your journal.

there was still six hours left in the flight to japan, and everything was going smoothly.

but matt? he’s losing his mind.

he shows up beside your seat, crouches slightly, and murmurs low enough only you can hear.

“bathroom. now.”

you blink. “what?”

his eyes are already blown wide. jaw tense. “if i don’t get to fuck you within the next two minutes i’m gonna fucking lose it.”

he doesn’t wait for an answer, just slips back up the aisle toward the bathroom, casual and calm. but you see it in the way his hand clenches into a fist as he walks. he’s barely holding it together.

you hesitate for only a second. then you’re up and following.

the second you step into the bathroom, he locks the door and pounces.

his hands grab your waist, your hoodie, your thighs. he doesn’t even bother starting slow. he lifts you onto the sink like you weigh nothing and pulls your sweatpants and underwear down in one smooth, rushed motion. they stay bunched around your knees, forgotten.

his palms push your thighs wide open.

“fuck,” he mutters under his breath, staring at you. “look at this pussy. already soaked.”

you shiver at the way he says it. low, reverent. like he’s starved.

he kneels.

and then he’s on you.

his tongue drags through your folds slowly at first. teasing, tasting, breathing heavy against you. he groans like it’s his first real breath in hours. and then he licks you again. and again. and again.

his hands grip your thighs tight, fingers digging in as his tongue flicks over your clit, circling it with slow, wet pressure that has your whole body curling in on itself.

“m-matt—”

he groans again, mouth messier now, faster. he flattens his tongue and drags it up and down your slit, then sucks your clit into his mouth and suckles.

you gasp. your hands fly into his hair, tugging hard, but he doesn’t stop.

you try to close your legs around his head but he forces them open, mouth relentless.

and then he slides two fingers into you. slow, thick, curling them deep.

your breath catches. your hips buck. the sound that leaves you isn’t quiet.

“shhh,” he mumbles against your clit, voice muffled by your body. “keep it down.”

he doesn’t stop.

his fingers thrust into you fast and deep while his tongue works tight circles on your clit, and it’s overwhelming. wet and hot and too much in the best way.

“matt, fuck, i’m-”

“cum,” he growls. “do it now. soak my fuckin’ face.”

you fall apart with a choked cry, hand over your mouth, thighs shaking around his head as he keeps licking, keeps fingering, keeps eating you out like he needs it to survive.

he pulls away only when you’re twitching and gasping, eyes glassy and lips parted.

he stands, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and leans in to kiss you. its slow and dirty, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“told you i’d lose it,” he whispers.

he pulls his sweats down and his rock hard cock springs free. thick, flushed, leaking. he puts his hand right beneath your chin, silently telling you to spit. when you do, he strokes his dick once, then twice, lathering himself in your saliva.

then lines himself up.

“you ready?” he asks, breath ragged.

you nod.

he pushes in slowly at first. lets you feel all of him. fills you deep, so deep you gasp, head falling back against the mirror.

he doesn’t move for a second.

just leans down. pushes your hoodie up to your collarbone and stares at your chest.

“fuck. i love your tits. so pretty” he whispers, one thumb brushing over your sensitive nipple. 

he latches his mouth onto one nipple, sucking, licking, then biting gently, enough to make you gasp.

and then he starts to move.

his hips snap forward again and again, fucking you hard while his mouth stays on your chest. he sucks your nipple between his teeth, then pulls back and bites. you cry out. he switches to the other, giving it just as much attention.

his hands are everywhere. gripping your thighs, pinching your waist, pushing your legs up so he can get even deeper.

your body slaps against the mirror with every thrust. the sound of skin against skin is obscene in the tiny space.

you’re already close again.

“gonna cum?” he pants against your chest. “gonna cum all over my cock?”

you nod, desperate.

he bites your nipple again, and fucks you harder.

“do it. now.”

you cum. hard. crying out into your hand, whole body trembling as you cum a second time, walls clenching tight around him.

he groans. low, guttural. and thrusts deep one more time, hips jerking as he spills inside you, cock twitching with every pulse.

you both breathe heavy for a minute, forehead to forehead.

he brushes your hair off your face.

“you’re never wearing my hoodie around me again,” he says, voice wrecked.

you laugh weakly. “you’re the one who gave it to me before the flight.”

he kisses you.

slow. filthy. full of heat.

then he pulls his hoodie down, helps you off the sink, and tugs your sweatpants back up. his cum leaks out of you instantly. you feel it drip down your thighs as you adjust your clothes.

he notices.

smirks.

“don’t clean it up.”

“matt.”

“nah. i want you leaking when you walk back. i want you thinking about me the whole way.”

you gently hit his chest, giggling.

he grins, holding your hand as you walk back to your seats, nick and chris staring at you in utter disgust.

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[sturniphone]

❝ double stuffed   ִ 🍓 ۫﹗ ˖

You’re so stuffed.

Matt’s cock is buried deep inside you, chest pressed to your back, thick and hot as it pulses against your soaked, fluttering walls. He groans low into your ear, hands locked on your hips as he fucks up into you slow and deep, letting you feel every inch. The stretch is filthy. The fullness is overwhelming.

And Chris—oh, Chris—has knelt in front of you, grinning like the devil incarnate.

Two of his fingers are shoved into your cunt alongside Matt’s cock, your slick making everything lewd and noisy as he moves them in tandem with Matt’s thrusts. ❝She’s leaking down both of us, bro.❞ Chris groans, eyes locked on the way you drip. ❝Fuckin' unreal. Are you proud of yourself, Shortcake?❞ You can’t even speak. Your mouth is open, moaning uncontrollably, your thighs trembling as Matt keeps you pinned to him. You’re clenching tight around both of them, aching, your pussy stretched so wide it makes your vision blur.

❝So tight,❞ Matt pants, thrusting up again, harder. ❝God, baby. You’re choking me.❞ Chris curls his fingers just right, rubbing against your G-spot while his thumb finds your clit, circling in slick, fast little motions. ❝Look at her, bro. Falling apart. Fucking made for this.❞

You sob, body arching, juices gushing with each motion. Chris moans when the wetness coats his palm. Matt curses and drives up even deeper. ❝She’s close,❞ Chris whispers, licking his lips. ❝I can feel it. C'mon, sweetheart. Give us that pretty little squirt.❞

You gasp, your whole body tensing as that cord snaps in your belly—tight, hot, euphoric. You squirt hard around both of them, your body seizing with the force of it, loud moans echoing off the walls. Chris pulls his fingers free with a wet pop. Matt stays buried deep, cock throbbing inside you. ❝Fuck,❞ Matt breathes, mouth against your ear. ❝You’re perfect.❞ Chris wipes your slick off on your thigh, laughing softly.

❝Our perfect little slut.❞

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[ariestrxsh]

dom!matt x bisexual!reader x bisexual!friend

✧˚ · .⭒ content warning: smut, praise, threesome (ffm), unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering, scissoring ✂️, stacking (iykyk)

✧˚ · .⭒ summary: you're hanging out with your two best friends, playing a drinking game when the night takes a sexual turn and the topic of threesomes comes up.

gifs by @/vxnitra

dividers by @/strangergraphics

album marathon concept creds to @/delilahsturniolo and inspired by @/y2kstarr and her hot pink marathon

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"Never have I ever lied to somebody in this room," your friend Mya said, still holding up all ten red-painted fingernails as she shifted her gaze between you and your mutual friend, Matt. Mya's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped as you slowly put your thumb down.

"Let me explain! Mya, do you remember when I told you that I blocked my ex?" You asked. "Well, I slept with him a few more times before I actually did," you admitted before throwing your hand over your mouth and trying to conceal your embarrassed smile.

She rolled her eyes. "I knew it."

It was a Friday night, and all three of you were sprawled out on your living room floor in a circle with a bottle of tequila in the middle. You were playing your version of Never Have I Ever, which was the same as the regular version, except if you have to put a finger down, you have to explain yourself, and if you refuse to, you have to take a shot.

"Alright, never have I ever accidentally sent a nude to the wrong person," you said, your gaze flickering between Mya and Matt. As subtly as possible, Matt put a finger down, his face turning red. You snapped your head over in his direction. "Spill."

Matt shook his head, reaching for the bottle of tequila. "I really don't wanna talk about this one," he chuckled, twisting the cap off the bottle and taking a swig. He made a face as he swallowed. "Okay, never have I ever skinny dipped."

You put down a finger. Matt raised his eyebrows as he glanced over at you. "Only once. It was at a church camp a few summers back," you admitted.

"I don't know what kind of church you were going to," Matt teased you, giggling.

You playfully slugged him in the arm. "Okay, Mya, your turn."

"Never have I ever given a foot job," Mya said, trying to hold back a chuckle. Without saying a word, you put down another finger and reached for the tequila.

"We're not talking about it," you said sharply before you tipped your head back and took a swig. Matt and Mya both raised their eyebrows at you, and you felt your face grow hot.

"A foot job is crazy," Matt commented, laughing at you. You rolled your eyes.

"Never have I ever had a sex dream about someone in this room," you declared, your eyes searching back and forth between both of your friends' hands. Matt slowly put a finger down, trying to contain a smirk. "Oh, have you? Do tell," you replied.

Matt shook his head, reaching for the tequila. "Not a chance." He took a drink, his cheeks turning bright red as he did.

"Was it about me?" You asked, smiling and batting your lashes in his direction. "God, you're so full of yourself," he scoffed, avoiding your question. "I already took a drink, so we're moving on.

"You're no fun," you pouted. Mya giggled at the interaction.

What Matt didn't say out loud is that he found both of you attractive, and he'd dreamt about each of you in that context at one point.

He cleared his throat. "Okay, never have I ever filmed myself having sex with someone." Matt's gaze was so fixed on you, expecting you to be the one to put a finger down, that he almost didn't notice when Mya slowly lowered a finger.

The two of you glanced over at her in surprise. She was the goodie two shoes of the friend group, the shy and more sexually resevered one of the three of you, so you were both surprised to learn this piece of information about her.

"Mya! You dirty dog!" You exclaimed with your eyes widened.

"With who? You have to tell us." Matt leaned in, looking intrigued.

"Nope!" She smirked, picking up the bottle and taking a sip.

"If you're gonna pass on something as juicy as that, you have to drink a full shot's worth," you narrowed your gaze at her. She rolled her eyes, taking another small sip and making a face. You and Matt giggled.

"Never have I ever kissed someone of the same gender," she declared. You put another finger down, trying to contain a smirk.

"You really haven't kissed another girl?" You wondered, glancing at your friend Mya. She shook her head. "Want me to change that?" You wondered aloud, shooting her a big smile.

When you first said it, you were mostly joking about it, but you had always thought Mya was pretty, and you found yourself hoping she'd say yes. Matt's heart started to race as he noticed the tension between the two of you.

"Sure. Why not?" She shyly responded, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and averting her gaze.

"Okay, let's all take a shot first just for fun," you suggested, looking between your two friends.

"No fair. I just took one!" She laughed.

"And Matt's already two shots deep. C'mon," you encouraged her, twisting the cap off again. You took a swig and passed it around to both Matt and Mya.

"Okay. You ready?" You asked, crawling over towards your friend. She nodded, unable to contain her smile. You gently tipped her chin towards you, gazing into her eyes before you leaned in and softly pressed your lips into hers. She tasted like tequila and coconut chapstick.

Matt watched in awe as your hand wandered to her waist, the two of you melting into the tender kiss. It went on for longer than any of you expected, your tongue gently grazing hers. She softly moaned into your mouth, tickling your lips.

When the two of you finally pulled away from such a long-winded and passionate kiss, you both giggled.

"That was actually kind of hot," she whispered, her eyes still fluttering open. You raised an eyebrow.

"Do you like girls?" You asked, biting down on your lip and searching her face for a reaction. Mya had always been kind of secretive about her sexuality, not being definitive about whether she was completely straight or not. She hadn't done anything with a girl before tonight, but that didn't mean she didn't want to.

"I don't know. I think I might," she admitted, burying her face in her hands.

"Yeah? Am I your bi-awakening?" You half-jokingly asked her, and the two of you giggled again.

Matt's cock twitched in his jeans as he watched the way the two of you looked at each other after that sexually charged kiss. Mya put nine fingers back up, the three of you getting back to the game.

"Wait!" You said, crawling over towards her once again. "You have to put another finger down because now you have kissed a girl," you smirked, looking into her eyes as you lowered her finger for her. She nodded, biting on her lip as she stared at yours.

"Okay, Matt. Your turn," you turned to Matt who was looking hungrily at both of you, shifting around to keep the two of you from seeing his hard on that was pressing against his jeans.

"Okay. Never have I ever slept with someone of the same gender," Matt said, his eyes immediately darting over towards you.

"Wow, now you guys are just ganging up on me here," you replied, leaving you with only five fingers left. "I'd explain myself, but you both already know the story," you replied, glaring at Matt for targeting you.

By now, the alcohol was hitting, and everyone was pretty turned on given the sexual turn this night had taken.

"Okay, never have I ever had a threesome," you said, glancing between your two friends. Matt lowered a finger with a smug smile on his face. "Bullshit. You haven't had a threesome," you chimed in, narrowing your eyes at him. "You couldn't handle two women at once."

"Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?" Matt wondered, almost taking offense to your accusation.

"C'mon, Matt. Don't lie." You gave him a skeptical look.

"I'm not! What? You want me to prove it or something?" He asked, nibbling on his lip as he glanced between you and Mya. "Because I will," he told you, his voice taking on a more seductive tone.

"I'd like to see you try," you said, taunting him.

He creeped towards you, crawling in between your legs with his blue eyes fixed on yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned in to kiss you.

You could taste the liquid courage on his tongue as your soft lips moved against his, reciprocating his gesture. He gently bit down on your bottom lip, drawing a moan from you. His hand settled between your thighs, gently teasing your clit through your shorts.

"Think I can't handle two women?" He scoffed. "I'm gonna have you eating your words." He started to unbutton your shorts and undo your zipper. He pulled them off of you, your heart beating faster as you lifted your hips for him to take off your bottoms.

Before you knew it, you were completely naked, legs spread as you leaned back on your elbows. Matt turned to Mya.

"Come here," he whispered. She inched towards the two of you, arousal flowing through her as she anticipated what he was going to do to the two of you. Before she knew it, Mya was in the same position as you, completely naked, her right thigh slung over your left as Matt situated her beside you.

He peered down at both of you who stared back with needy expressions and glossed over eyes, his left hand between your legs and his right hand between Mya's. He took his two fingers, spreading each of you open and admiring your pretty slits.

"You two have such pretty pussies," he complimented you and your friend, watching you both quiver at his words. He loved the effect he had on you two. He leaned forward and spit onto your cunt, his saliva dripping down to your hole. He smiled as you clenched around nothing.

He leaned in between Mya's legs, giving her the same treatment, spitting onto her pussy and making her gasp. He started massaging his saliva into your slick folds, his fingertips gently brushing across your clit as he teased you.

"Fuck, you're both already so wet," he whispered, gazing down at your glistening slits as he played with them. Slowly, he found each of your entrances, pushing a finger into each of you. You and Mya started to moan in unison as he began to move his fingers inside.

Both of your chests were heaving, hearts were pounding, and you were each getting wetter by the second. Matt watched the reactions the two of you had, adding another finger as he slowly nestled his head between your legs.

He started to kiss and lick your sensitive bundle of nerves while he massaged Mya's with his thumb. You were immediately throwing your head back at the sensation. "Matt..." you let out a breathy whine.

"Yeah? That feel good?" He cooed against your pussy.

"Yesss," you hissed, feeling his hot breath hit your heat. He gazed up at you with his blue eyes, his lips vibrating as he hummed against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you. You could already feel your stomach tying itself in knots, your skin hot with desire and extremely sensitive to the touch.

Maybe Matt could handle two women at once. Maybe he was going to have you looking dumb in more ways than one by the time this was over.

"You two should make out again," Matt suggested, pulling back, his face glistening in your arousal. The two of you giggled and glanced at the other before leaning in to kiss each other, her coconut-flavored lips moved against yours. At first, he just admired the two of you. "Look at my good girls," he hungrily rasped. "Look at how well you take my fingers."

Your lips curled into a smile as you kissed your friend, goosebumps forming as you reveled in Matt's words. Matt now lowered his head between Mya's legs and started eating her out, lapping away at her wetness while still finger-fucking both of you. She moaned into your mouth as Matt wrapped his lips around her clit, moving his tongue in fast circles.

It was one thing to have Matt touching you and making you feel amazing, and it was another to be kissing a girl who he was doing the same things to. It heightened the experience for all three of you.

The air was thick with pleasured noises, soft whimpers, heavy breathing, and the sound of Matt's tongue and fingers satisfying you both. You started to grind your hips, Matt's digits hitting the perfect spot with every thrust. Mya bucked her hips against Matt's face, leaving his chin coated in her juices.

You were both starting to get close at this point, both of your backs arching off the floor. Mya's whole body started to shake, her orgasm beginning to wash over her as Matt worked his mouth on her. Seconds later, she was cumming all over his tongue.

The sounds of her finishing beside you turned you on even more, making you throb around Matt's digits. Matt smirked, withdrawing his fingers from her hole and sucking them clean as he looked into her eyes. His gaze flicked over to you, and he lowered himself between your thighs again, giving you his undivided attention.

He worked his fingers faster, sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue around, coaxing your first orgasm of the night out of you. You felt the knot in your stomach snap as he peered up at you from between your trembling legs. His name poured from your lips, making his cock twitch as you came.

He felt you clench around his two fingers, still pumping them back and forth as he fucked you with them through the aftershocks of your climax. Your flavor filled his tastebuds, your juices coating his tongue as your eyes rolled back in your head.

He'd successfully made each of you finish in under ten minutes, but he wasn't through with either one of you yet.

He whispered something into Mya's ear, and she giggled. Mya climbed on top of you, straddling you and threading her legs between yours. Mya pressed her cunt against yours and started gently grinding on you. You heard the sound of Matt fiddling with his belt and undoing his zipper.

You felt Matt's tip grazing your folds, ready to sink it into the first hole he could find, which just so happened to be yours. Your jaw dropped as you felt him push inside of you with a grunt, stretching you out. Meanwhile Mya was rutting her pussy against yours, creating an incredible sensation for both of you.

Pants and moans filled the room as all of your bodies moved in tandem. Matt started to pick up the pace, driving his hips forward at a faster rate. Your walls started to flutter around Matt's cock as you neared the edge again, wet sounds coming from all three of you.

Before you knew it, you were cumming on Matt's cock, coating his length in your fluid. Your clit started throbbing against Mya's, heightening the sensation for her as well. Matt continued to fuck into you until he knew he'd finished you off, leaving you a writhing mess beneath him.

He pulled out of you, his tip now searching for Mya's hole. She squealed when he pushed it in, another groan passing through Matt's lips as he nestled his cock into her warm, wet heat. He started to fuck her hard, both of their moans reaching a crescendo, chasing after their own shared pleasure.

You could feel Matt's balls slapping against your cunt as he pistoned his length into your friend, her wetness dripping onto you with every thrust. Neither one of them could hold on much longer. Matt started to throb inside of her, his strokes becoming messy and uncontrolled as he pumped her full of his cum.

Mya finished shortly after while she looked into your eyes, her whole body shivering as she came undone around his cock. You could feel a mixture of their fluids drip out of Mya's hole and onto your glistening cunt as Matt pulled out.

You couldn't believe you'd actually done that. It had always been a fantasy of yours to have a threesome, and you didn't expect it to be with your two best friends, but it was the hottest sex you'd ever had.

All three of your climbed back into your clothes, trying to catch your breaths and chuckling at how carried away you all had gotten.

"So what was that you said earlier? I can't handle two women at once?" Matt asked, tucking himself back into his jeans with a condescending smirk on his face.

"Okay, I stand corrected," you laughed, rolling your eyes and pulling your shorts back on.

"Yeah. Just watch your mouth next time or else I might fuck it," Matt winked.

[mattswrinkleton]

IM PREGNANT

[sweetshuga]

ⓘ content warnings: smut ⋆ +18 ⋆ age gap ⋆ split second of fluff ⋆ sexual tension ⋆ munch!matt ⋆ pussy eating ⋆ pussy drunk!matt ⋆ praise kink ⋆ beard rash ⋆ light angst (unresolved) + more. «prompt»

It was almost the end of the semester and things were hectic to say the least. Exams were right around the corner and everyone was studying—even those who lazed around all semester.

Everyone was busy, and that included the professors and lecturers. Some were busy enough to neglect shaving, not having enough time to do anything more than what was necessary.

Matt Sturniolo—the lecturer you’d been having a physical relationship with—walked into the lecture hall in loose faded jeans, dark blue and white checkered button up and...

A grown out beard.

You immediately had to cross your legs in a futile attempt to get rid of the tension beginning to pool in your panties. You had seen him with a stubble, or a five o’clock shadow, but never a partially grown out beard. His blue eyes seemed to pop out even more in all the blue he wore, making him look more intimidating than usual.

His eyes were dead, expression serious, as he began to talk. The slight dark circles under his eyes paired with the beard and mustache combo had you wanting- no, needing to grind on his face.

You sat in the uni library, studying, trying but failing to erase the image of Matt’s facial hair out of your mind. God, he looked so fucking good. It was almost laughable how much you craved him between your legs.

With a sigh, you forced yourself to focus on your assignment and started to type on your laptop again. It had been two hours since you began working on your assignment and yet you hadn’t gotten much work done.

Suddenly, your phone lit up with a message, reminding you that you forgot to turn it off. You usually turn it off before you study so you wouldn’t get distracted but you somehow forgot to turn it off today. Your mind was too preoccupied with Matt.

«read the text messages»

As embarrassing as it was, you couldn’t help but rush to get there. He had never invited you to come over to his place. Hell, you probably had been there only once before and it was simply to bring a few of your assignments over. Which he initially refused but gave in after your pouty persuasion.

When you arrived at his place, he opened the door in loose grey sweatpants and bright pink t-shirt. His hair was damp and slightly messy like he’d been running his fingers through it after his shower.

Your eyes immediately landed on his face—or well, his facial hair.

Seeing your eyes glued to his beard, Matt couldn’t help his lips from curling up subtly at the corners, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

"See something you like, sweetheart?"

His voice snapped you out of the tiny trance you were in, making you blink at him for a moment before you composed yourself, clearing your throat.

"Your beard... I don’t think I’ve ever seen you grow it out—not this much at least. You always shave." You pointed out, not answering his question but not denying it either.

"Yeah, I haven’t really had the time..." He paused, a hand coming up to scratch his jaw, briefly checking you out before continuing. "You look cute in that."

You glanced down at the simple oversized hoodie and pleated skirt you were wearing, your cheeks heating up despite your attempt to seem as experienced and composed as you made yourself out to be.

"Thanks, it’s nothing special though-"

"And? It looks good on you." He cut you off before you could say anything else.

"You gonna stand there all day, pretty?" He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for your response, and you could hear the teasing in his tone—something about it making your stomach swarm with butterflies.

"Yeah, no. I mean- I just... You know- Sleep deprivation. Right. I’m a bit sleep deprived so I just-" You stammered, rambling nonsense, your face flushing further.

He simply chuckled, the sound slightly deeper than usual.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sound of his laughter, goosebumps breaking out on your skin.

Defeated, you quietly walked in when he stepped aside, lips pressed in a thin line, not knowing whether to cry or laugh at yourself.

Matt closed the front door and walked behind you. He was so close—almost pressed up against you. One of his hands slid down to rest on your waist as he leaned down to whisper lowly in your ear.

"My bedroom is the first door to the right. Wait for me there."

He slowly straightened up, his hand lingering on your waist for a moment too long before he lifted the same hand to gently pat your head then made his way to his kitchen—most likely to get something to drink and/or eat.

You watched him disappear into the kitchen, frozen in place, his whispered words still ringing in your ear. You complied with his request—after taking a few seconds to compose yourself—and made your way towards his bedroom.

When you walked inside, you were immediately hit with the smell of his cologne and something floral, probably air freshener.

You moved towards his bed, which had wine red silk sheets and matching pillowcase, paired with white fluffy comforter, quite the mature taste. Sitting down on the edge of his bed, you took in his room—from the little figurines on his bookshelf to the minimalistic decorations.

You couldn’t help your curiosity and stood up from his bed and walked towards the wall facing his bed where a painting—of a lone cabin in a dense forest—was hung.

"Beautiful isn’t it?"

Your head snapped to the side, startled by Matt’s voice. He was holding a few snacks and two cans of soda—not at all what you imagined him to like. A small laugh escaped you before you could stop yourself.

Matt smirked at your laughter, walking towards the bed and setting the snacks and soda down on the nightstand before turning to you with an amused expression.

"May I ask what’s so funny?" He questioned, sitting down on his bed, patting the space beside him, signaling you to come sit.

You obliged without being told twice and sat down beside him, close enough that your thighs were brushing against each other.

"Nothing... It’s just the snacks and soda were nothing l expected."

"What, you thought I’d bring alcohol or something?" He chuckled. "I try to stay away from things like that, but I do drink sometimes—it’s almost inevitable when you’re a working adult."

After some small talk that you usually never had with him, Matt brought up the actual reason you were at his place.

"So, about how you couldn’t orgasm," he began, taking a sip from his can of soda. "I hope you’re ready to change that."

He was acting differently today. Almost sweet. Oddly so.

It started with a slow kiss that Matt initiated but it didn’t take long for his tongue to slip between your parted lips, tangling with yours as he gently pushed you down on his bed, breaking the kiss to trail his lips along your jaw and down your neck before beginning to nip and suck the sensitive skin there.

His hands roamed over your body as if he was worshipping you, making you arch into his touch.

Your breath hitched softly when he tugged at the tiny skirt you wore for him, and you let him take it off without hesitation, letting him see your lace panties that were beginning to have a wet spot forming in the middle.

"Fuuck," he rasped. "Look at you."

His hands smoothed over your thighs, dick throbbing and tenting his sweats obscenely, breathing significantly heavier than before and pupils greatly dilated—making his pretty blue orbs look black in the dim lighting of the night lamp.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and pulled them off in one smooth motion, eliciting a surprised giggle from you.

"Prof-"

"Matt." He cut you off. "Call me Matt."

"Matt."

He smiled at your obedience. "Good girl," he purred.

Your breath hitched softly at the praise, his honey-like voice making that fire deep in your gut burn hotter.

You watched with hooded eyes as he kissed down your stomach, making your abdominal muscles tremble and quiver under his soft yet hungry kisses. The further down he went the more ragged your breath became.

Matt could smell your arousal. The scent was making his head spin. It was so intoxicating, so sweet, and it was making him hungry. His mouth watered as he got closer to his destination, resulting in his kisses becoming sloppier and more hurried.

Your breath hitched deep in your throat when Matt placed a soft kiss on your sensitive clit. Swallowing hard, he flattened his tongue and licked a stripe up your soaked folds, as if you were his favorite ice cream.

A soft, shuddering sigh slipped past your lips as Matt’s tongue slowly lapped up your juices, groaning softly in delight as the musky yet sweet taste of your arousal overwhelmed his taste buds, sending sparks of pleasure through him.

"Fuuck... You taste soo good..." Matt murmured as he leaned back slightly to look at your glistening pussy before looking up into your eyes through his lashes.

He looked undone already, panting softly, eyes looking almost glazed over like he was the one experiencing pleasure.

Your heart hammered against your ribcage and you didn’t know if it was because of him looking at you like a hungry beast waiting to feast on his prey or if it was because of the anticipation coursing through you. But one thing was for sure, him between your thighs was a sight you would never get tired of seeing.

Just as you let your guard down and got lost in thought, Matt’s mouth was back on your pussy, licking and sucking on your sensitive flesh as if he couldn’t get enough.

The sounds he was making were incredibly erotic and so fucking dirty. The soft, wet smacks of his lips almost french kissing your folds had your face burning hot in embarrassment.

"That feels so fucking good..." You found yourself moaning, your fingers tangling in his unruly brown locks, urging him to keep going.

Matt groaned against your pussy, the sound raw and filled to the brim with desire. His large hands slid under your ass, gripping the supple flesh, using his strong grip to pull you closer to his face.

He had been careful not to let his beard scratch your inner thighs but the taste of you on his tongue and the pleasure he felt from making you feel good was beginning to mess with his head, hence making him forget about his facial hair.

You felt something coarse rub against your inner thighs and you knew exactly what it was. It didn’t hurt at first, just a slight tickling sensation that had you squirming more than usual. But then Matt wrapped his arms around your thighs in an iron grip, locking you in place and keeping you glued to his face.

Before you could say anything about his facial hair, he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently. The pleasure he was giving you, paired with the slight discomfort of his beard rubbing against your delicate skin, made your mind go numb.

Your fingers tightened its hold on Matt’s hair, unsure if you wanted to push his face away and or pull it closer. Although you felt discomfort, you couldn’t get yourself to tell Matt, fearing he’d get worried and stop. You were getting close after all. You didn’t want him to stop.

Your hips twitched, rocking ever so slightly against his tongue as your orgasm approached slowly but surely. And Matt, ever the observer, noticed the way your body reacted. Every little jolt made him more aware of your impending orgasm.

The anticipation from knowing you weren’t far from coming all over his tongue was making him extremely turned on. The fabric of his sweats stretched taut around his erection and Matt couldn’t help but roll his hips against the mattress.

He’d always enjoyed eating pussy, but he had never unraveled this much during it. It felt as if he was the one on the receiving end with how much pleasure he felt just knowing he was making you feel good.

Your thighs quivered, your breaths coming in shorter gasps and pants. The amount of hitch in your breath was enough for Matt to understand that you were right on the edge, ready to fall.

And who was he to stop you?

His tongue flicked your clit rapidly, his eyelids fluttering. Groans clawed its way out of his throat and vibrated against your pussy as if he was feeling pleasure from munching on you. His jaw and tongue muscles ached from exertion but he had no intention to stop.

He was determined to make you come.

"Fuuck... Matt-- I’m—ahnn—cumming, cumming!" You cried out, body tensing briefly before shuddering uncontrollably. Your release washed over you in strong waves, each one making you whimper softly and roll your hips against his face.

A moan, raw and full of need, rumbled out of his chest as the sweet taste of your release coated his tongue and he eagerly lapped it all up.

"Y’taste fucking incredible, sweetheart-" Matt cut himself off with a groan of pleasure. He wasn’t even lying, you tasted like something he could eat every day and night and every hour in between.

He helped you ride out your high with his tongue, reluctantly pulling his head back when your body went limp, sated. He wanted to feast on you more but with the exhaustion from his busy schedule and the way his jaw ached, he wasn’t sure if he could.

Watching the blatant satisfaction on your face made him feel quite good. His ego skyrocketed when you opened your eyes and gazed at him with those soft, glazed over eyes filled with post-orgasm vulnerability.

He opened his mouth to tease you about how he just helped you come when you were having trouble orgasming on your own.

But then remembered his role in your life. He was your lecturer and you were just his student—someone he couldn’t have. Maybe it was the fear of judgement from others or it was just the discomfort of knowing he was twice your age. Either way, he couldn’t do this again.

With a sigh, Matt wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze already drifting elsewhere—away from your vulnerable figure laying so invitingly on his bed, all sprawled out.

"Go home."

You blinked slowly and sat up. What was he suddenly saying? Wasn’t everything going well? Wasn’t that supposed to lead to an intimate moment?

"What?" You mumbled, your body still buzzing with pleasure.

"My ex-wife is coming over tonight." Matt lied, trying to get you to leave so he wouldn’t have to deal with the complex emotions that appeared whenever you were near.

Your expression fell. His ex-wife? He’s still in contact with her? Why’s she coming over? To do what? Are they reconciling?

Although hundreds of questions swirled inside your head, you couldn’t voice any of them. You felt utterly pathetic.

An uncomfortable silence filled his home at your departure. The taste of you still lingered on his lips, but it felt bitter now that you went back to the dorm, probably upset because of his stupidity.

Matt stared longingly at his closed front door.

He ran his hand through his messy locks, cursing under his breath at himself for pushing you away yet again. His mind began to fill with thoughts he didn’t want to think about. What if you get tired of this cat and mouse game and leave him for good? What if you–

Just then, his phone rang, cutting off his thoughts. It was his ex-wife, and Matt’s expression turned serious when he heard her request. She was asking him to consider getting back together? What was this woman thinking?

✰ english is not my first language! || wc: 2.6k ✰

Isa’s rambling ۶ৎ I immediately thought of lecturer!matt when I saw those delicious pictures of Matt in that photo dump. Also, I’m so so so sorry for delaying this fic sm holy fuck it’s been more than a month since that photo dump 💔

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[namelesssav]

standing ovulation for you sir.

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒗

obsessive .ᐟ matt is a panty perv

⚠︎ smut, panty stealing, jerking off, edging, male!recieving, degrading, praising, horny and more lol

“Holy…” Matt huffs, his chest tight as he holds the dainty fabric up to his nose. The lace in his hands is delicate—it reminds him of you. 

You’re always wearing those pretty bows in your hair, the ones that are silky and soft. He loves it. The little accessory always reminds him how pretty you are—how lucky he is to call you his. 

The underwear weighs in his hand like a feather. His eyes are glued to the fabric, his throat tightening as he swallows thickly. It’s just so…you. So perfect. 

Small ruffles with a tiny bow in the front makes his heart pummel into his throat. The added details make it a bit too real. You’re his girl, but honestly it all seems like a dream. Too good to be true. 

“Oh my god.” 

The whisper is barely audible. Matt makes his way to your shared room, tentatively making sure the shower is still on as he hears you hum in chorus with the running water. 

Your voice is sweet. The melodies floating through the door makes this feel too intense. He should ask you. Matt’s your boyfriend, there’s no reason he shouldn’t just go touch you. 

But this is more than that—it’s deeper than touching what’s his. 

“Fuck.” Matt hisses as he palms over his hard cock through his sweats. The bulge is throbbing, his dick practically pulsing as he imagines your pussy dampening the soft fabric in his hand. 

As he lays in the bed and tugs down his sweats and briefs, he hears your echoing taunts of you always calling him a perv. The joke you always seem to reiterate when he acts a bit too obsessed. But, you’re not ever just teasing. 

It’s true. He is a perv—an obsessive lover who seems to burn for the thrill of anything to do with you. 

This is a habit for Matt, an odd routine that makes him burn with excitement. He always likes taking care of you. He’ll cook, clean, and he always insists on doing the laundry. You’re his girl, it’s his job to make your life easier, it’s his pride and joy. 

But your panties always seem to go missing. Some of them return after a few laundry cycles, but some get too ruined for him to ever return. 

That’s the case right now.

A rip of fabric echoes as Matt rushedly tries to wrap the cloth around his hand as he fits his fist around his length. He winces at the noise, but he can’t find it in himself to care the second he feels the soft fabric collide with the side of his dick.

“Fu-fuck,” he hisses, his eyes screwed shut as he lets the wetness on his tip leak onto the panties. There’s enough precum to thoroughly soak the fabric that rushes up and down his cock with the way he has it twisted in his hand—it’s enough to make him melt under the sensations of pure bliss and relief. 

Matt’s head falls backward, a large huff of air escaping his lips as he feels the brutal thrill of doing something so filthy. 

Up and down. 

His movements are repetitive, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he tries to keep the subtle noises erupting from his throat to a low volume. 

Part of him is desperately trying to stay focused on the sound of the shower running, wanting to make sure he doesn’t get caught. But he just can’t. Not when it feels this good—not when he can picture the exact panties he has in his hand on the floor when he was deep inside of you the other night. 

“God—shit!” he groans loudly, too deep in his imagination as he recalls pumping his cock fully inside of you, your nails clawing into his back as you begged him to go harder—deeper. 

The way you always tell him exactly what to do always makes him lose control. Matt can’t help but take your words and sprint. That night, you wanted it harder—so he pounded you, listening to your screams like they were the best praise to ever exist.

When you go speechless it’s even better. Your lips will open and shut with silent cries. It’s too good for your mind to even comprehend how to react—that’s when he finds himself hypnotized, obsessing over how to give you everything and more. 

“Sweetheart, I—I—ohmygod,” he rushes, his hips starting to lift off the bed as he fucks his cock into his own hand. His mind races with images of you—your tits bouncing, your lips parted, and your legs trembling. 

All the things that make him lose himself in his imagination. 

He’s gone. Matt’s lost in pure euphoria, his moans and grunts getting louder without any recollection of the risky situation. 

The sound of the bathroom door opening doesn’t register in his mind. You open the door, your hand clutching your towel around your damp skin before you feel yourself flush with a wave of shock and excitement. 

It’s a sight. 

Matt’s ruthlessly fucking into his hand, your ripped panties soaked and strangled around his fingers. Your chest tightens at the scene in front of you. 

It’s everything. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you can’t help but feel your thighs clutch together, your feet hesitant as you walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. 

“Ma—” Your words fall short as he lets out a raw moan. The dip of your weight on the mattress doesn’t even phase him. 

Matt’s so caught up in his imagination—drowning in the way your panties feel so fucking good gliding with his hand—he doesn’t even realize you’re right here. 

A sudden touch makes Matt jolt, your damp hand sliding onto his thigh. 

His breath is ragged, his eyes hazy as he stops his movements abruptly, his dick twitching for more. “I—I, I was just—”

You don’t let him finish. Sliding your hand up, Matt gasps as your fingers tentatively graze around his hand holding his length, his eyes squinting shut as you lightly trace your palm around the side of his cock before letting your hand fall back down to his thigh. 

“You being a perv again, hm?” you taunt. 

Matt goes to reply, to argue with at least some sort of dignity, but his words only come out as a jumbled breath as you palm around his throbbing tip. 

It’s not fair. He was so close—merely seconds away from finishing. But now it hurts—now he feels the ache to be satisfied like he needs it in order to breathe. 

“Baby, fuck—I couldn’t…couldn’t help myself,” he rasps, his hair messy with some strands sticking to his forehead that glistens with a light layer of sweat. 

His hips move slightly, desperate from some sort of friction—but you move your hand and slide your palm up and down his thigh, laughing under your breath as he lets out a whine. 

Matt tries to grab your hand, he tries to reach even further to at least clutch your fingers, but you slide just out of reach. 

The grin over your face makes him burn with a pink flush, his brows furrowing as his lips tighten into a thin line. “Sweetheart, I…please?” he asks, his voice groggy while his face sweetly falls into a pout. 

How could you say no?

Your hand covers his own, the ripped, damp panties layered between your palm and his knuckles as you gently glide his hand to go up and down. 

The way your hand grasps his makes everything blurry. His eyes run in and out of focus, his face scrunching as you squeeze your hand around his, making the pulse of his length even more apparent. 

“Oh my—oh my god, baby….you’re…you’re so fuckin’ per-perfect.” Matt lets out a groan that echoes through the room, his voice shaky as he continues to ramble, “-can’t believe—fuck—can’t believe you’re mine—all mine, just—mmm, fuck.” 

You coo softly at his babbling. Matt feels his stomach drop as you pick up the pace. His dick is leaking pre-cum profusely, practically echoing his heartbeat with how much everything aches. 

“P–please, fuck—need to c-cum so—” 

He’s close. You can tell he’s just about to tip over the edge, nearly brimming insanity with the way he’s fucking himself up into your hands tangled together. 

So you stop. 

Your hand rests back onto his thigh, tearing his own away as you gently rub your fingers over his knuckles. 

“Pervs don’t get rewarded,” you taunt, sliding your palm up and over his hip bone, sliding up all the way to his collarbone before gently massaging the side of his cheek. “-you started without me. And you ruined my favorite panties, Matthew.” 

God. The way you say his name makes even more blood rush down to his dick. He feels his balls tighten painfully, his cock twitching as he swallows the lump in his throat. 

“No! No, no, no—please, baby, please—”

His words fall flat as you grab his hand again. You tear the panties out of his grip, looking shamefully at him before discarding the fabric onto the floor. 

He watches as you reach over to the nightstand, pulling out a dildo and setting it on top of the dresser right next to the ribbon you always tie in your hair. The lump in his throat builds as he watches you sigh, tightening your towel. 

“I was gonna let you use this on me…but I think I’m gonna make you watch since you decided to be a panty perv…again.” 

Oh.

Oh.

The dirty words leaving your lips sets something off in his mind. All the pent up frustration and desire clouds his sense, his attitude adjusting like a switch as he grabs onto your wrist firmly. 

Your eyes widen as he pulls you onto the bed, your towel dropping from the quick movement. 

The soft sheets beneath you stick to the damp skin of your back, every inch of your body practically vibrating with anticipation as you watch Matt grab the dildo and the ribbon from the nightstand with a determined look on his face. 

“Fuck that. I…I’ve had enough,” he tuts, kneeling on the bed with a certain glint in his eyes that makes you feel like his prey. “-I may be a perv, but god…you make me insane.” 

Oh…you’re just getting started. 

part of my 11k follower special ₊˚⊹♡

a/n: a collab with cherry baby @luvs4matt !!! got the inspo from my dog stealing my fav pair of underwear and chewing them up (i'm still salty) BUT - are y'all ready for part two???

── 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 ꫂ ၴႅၴ

[mattsstarlet]

still here btw 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐒 ⸝⸝ matthew sturniolo

in which you tease your boyfriend while out shopping with him, only to regret it later

warnings smut, p in v, bondage, dirty talk, rough sex, degradation, dumbification kink, slight orgasm denial, brat tamer!matt

wc 2.5k

you could’ve sworn your feet were beginning to blister from your white flats that were sitting on your feet all day. you were at target with your boyfriend, clinging onto his arm while he talked to a sales associate about a new filming camera. your chin rested atop his shoulder, your pink glossed lips forming a pout when you saw the man say he’ll be right back with another camera.

“mattyyyy,” you whined, pulling away from your boyfriends arms, “i wanna go home.”

“i know angel,” he shushed you, pulling you into his embrace. he pressed a quick kiss on top of your head, “just be patient.”

you huffed, turning around so your back was now pressed against his front. you felt your boyfriend’s arms snake around your waist, holding onto you firmly as you both waited for the man to come back. the both of you had been out of the house all day, running errands but only for matt. yes, he did stop to buy you coffee from your favorite local cafe, but that was hours ago, you were beginning to grow impatient.

matt sensed your discomfort, dipping his head down to mumble into your hair that was sat into pretty curls. “why don’t you go look in the makeup section, doll, i’ll meet you over there, yeah?”

“i don’t wanna though.” you pouted.

he sighed, moving his head back on top of yours while he continued to hold you against him. “we’ll go home soon, love, just be a good girl.”

you whined, watching as the sales associate came back over to you both with not just one, but three more cameras. you knew you were going to be here for at least another thirty minutes. your mind began wandering as the man began talking about the different devices, the topic completely boring you. a little idea popped into your head, a small smirk growing on your face. you ever-so-lightly pressed your body against matt’s, slowly and subtly swaying your hips that were right in front of his crotch. the laced mini skirt you were currently sporting was just short enough for the curve of your ass to show, pushing it against the rough material of your boyfriends jeans. you know he felt it because his grip on you suddenly tightened, holding you in place to stop your movements. “stop it baby.” he muttered lowly into your hair.

you smiled, getting the reaction out of him you had desired. fighting against his hold, you managed to wiggle your hips again on him, pulling a low groan from matt, which he quickly tried to cover with a cough. you felt his fingers practically dig into your hips, probably hard enough to bruise, in a lame attempt to get you stop. you, however, weren’t having it and you continued your actions, practically grinding your ass on your boyfriend while he tried to talk to a sales associate. as desperate as matt was to get you to stop, he couldn’t help but control the movement in his hands as they softy guided your actions, trying to be a subtle as possible. after more mindless yapping about the camera, the man excused himself to go get the actual item matt was interested in purchasing, and not just the display. the second he was out of view, matt spun you around, one hand firmly at your hip and the other underneath your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, his voice juxtaposing his sweet actions of running his thumb along your jawline.

“nothinggg.”you singsonged coyly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“baby,” he started, sounding firm, “stop it. wait until we’re home.”

“i dunno what you’re talking about, matty.” you smiled, turning yourself around once more as the salesman came back, ready to wrap things up. matt sighed, trying to focus on the transaction in front of him, and ignore you actions once again. this time, you made no means to be discrete at all. it was so obvious as to what you were doing, it was near impossible for anyone to not see your movements on your boyfriend. the second the receipt was in his hands, matt dragged you out of the store by your wrist, practically fuming on his way out.

he forced you into the passenger seat, tossing the target bag into the backseat like he didn’t just spend $3,000 on a camera. “you don’t know how to listen, do you?” he growled, forcefully strapping you into your seat and slamming your door shut. he clambered into his side, starting the car and reversing instantly. the ride home was tense, matt’s right hand keeping a hard hold on your upper thigh, squeezing it every now and then. his fingers ran across the inside of your legs, inches away from where you needed him most.

“matt,” you whined, trying to buck your hips up for some sort of contact. his palm flattened against your thigh, pushing you back down.

“shut the fuck up.” he snapped, squeezing your thigh again.

you stayed silent, drawing your glossed lips in between your teeth, praying drive would hurry up. after another feverish fifteen minutes of driving and getting stuck at every red light, you finally made it back to matt’s house. luckily for you both, chris and nick were out for the day and didn’t plan on being back until much later. matt took advantage of the absence of his brothers, pushing you against the door the second you two entered, mouthing at your neck.

you whined, attempting to wrap your arms around your boyfriends neck, your intent being halted by matt’s hands pinning your wrists above your head. “such a fucking slut,” matt muttered into your neck, grinding his bulge against you clothed heat, “can’t wait fucking five minutes til we got home, hm?”

“sorry matty,” you gasped, feeling him bite down on the spot between where your neck and shoulder meet. “i jus’ need you.”

your boyfriend ignored your pleas, continuing to attack your neck with wet kisses and hickeys, making his way up to your parted lips, kissing them harshly and biting down on your bottom lip. he broke away, his eyes filled with lust as he looked down at you, your curls staring to fall flat, the pretty pink ribbon that was tied in your hair now becoming undone and tangled up in your hair. he felt his dick twitch and a lightbulb go off in his brain, bringing your wrists down and pulling you by them up the steps and into his bedroom rather quickly.

he pushed you against his closed bedroom door hard, attaching his mouth to your neck once more. his teeth left purple marks all across your skin, adding yet another step to your already complex makeup routine for tomorrow. his hands pressed to the small of your back, causing you to arch into his touch. he quickly spun you both around, guiding you to his bed where he pushed you down on top of it.

“you wanna act like a brat while we’re out shopping today,” matt began, tugging his shirt off and crawling on top of you, “you’re gonna get fucked like one then.”

matt’s words instantly went straight to your core, soaking through onto your pair of pink laced panties.

he brought his lips to yours in a sloppy and rough kiss, sucking and biting at your bottom lip while you whined. his hands quickly slipped beneath your top, grasping at your tits above your bra. he groaned into your mouth, squeezing and groping at the flesh while holding your hips down, keeping you pinned against the bed beneath him. you tried bucking them up, desperate for any sort of friction you could get, but matt’s strong grip kept you down. “what are you doing?” he growled.

“matty,” you whined, “i need you.”

“and i need you to stop acting like a fucking slut when we’re in public.” matt retorted, practically ripping your shirt off of you. he groaned at the sight of your chest, your tits pushed together in a pink lacy bra, your hair spilling across your shoulder perfectly.

matt flipped you over by the hips with both hands, pulling your ass up to his chest while he sat on his knees. he leaned down, his front flushed with your back, as he left hot kisses along your shoulder and side of your neck, sighing into the skin. his hands trailed up your sides, moving to the clasp of your bra, pulling it off in one simple tug. one hand stayed at your neck, the other reaching around to toy with your nipples, matt tsking at your pitiful whines. “doesn’t feel good being teased, now, does it sweetheart?” matt mocked.

you moaned loudly, desperate for anything from matt, but all he was delivering were small teasing touches. as if he were reading your mind, his hand were stripped away from your skin altogether as they inched up to your hair, pulling at the delicate pink silk that was tied into your hair. it was as if his demeanor one-eightied, and he was now oh-so gentle with you as he took the ribbon out of your curls. you felt matt’s cock throb against your skirt-covered ass, trying to press yourself back against him.

“my sweet girl,” he whispered, his hands stroking your hip as the other one toyed with the ribbon that now sat between his fingers, “’s not nice not bein’ able to touch me when you want to right?”

you whined at his response, earning a harsh slap to your ass that was exposed from the shortness of your skirt. he wanted words. “fucking answer me.”

“no.” you gasped out.

“no,” he repeated, smoothing his hand across your skin where he had smacked you, the sensation burning, “do you think you deserve to touch me after how you acted today?”

“i don’t.” you whined, your eyes squinting shut. your skin was practically on fire from the slightest touches given to you by your boyfriend.

“smart girl,” he cooed, his voice coated with sarcasm, “i knew you had a brain up there.”

his hand that was sat at your hip reached down to grab your wrists that laid at your sides, pinning them behind your back harshly. you suddenly felt the soft fabric of your ribbon on your skin, binding your wrists together behind your back tightly. a gasp left your lips, matt tugging your skirt and panties down to your knees, leaving you exposed for him. he groaned at the sight of you, your face buried into his sheet with your ass up, your hands tied behind you. he took his time ridding himself of his jeans and boxers, drawing your punishment of not touching him out even longer.

matt’s rough hands grabbed your hips, pulling you back into him, pressing his now unveiled cock against your ass. he wasted no time in lining himself up with your entrance, slamming into you deeply with one thrust. you cried out, feeling matt fully pull out and ram himself back in. “matt,” you started, being cut off by a moan escaping your lips.

“shut the fuck up,” matt groaned, pulling your hips back against him while his snapped back and forth to thrust into you, “this is what happens when you don’t fucking listen to me.”

“’m sorry,” you sobbed, your jaw slack, your face buried far down into the mattress due to the rough penetration from matt.

“little late for sorry, princess, don’tcha think?” your boyfriend grunted, somehow moving in and out of you at an even harder and faster pace. he bent down, his arm hugging around your waist as he hit an even deeper angle inside of you, making your head spin. his fingers began toying with your clit, gently rubbing it back and forth as he peppered wet kisses on your neck.

you whined loudly, feeling the build up in your stomach approaching. “please, matty,” you gasped, “i’m close.”

matt chuckled against your skin, pulling himself away from your back and returning to his original position of being upright. “you stupid, poor, poor girl,” he began, clicking his tongue “you think i’m letting you off that hook that easily?”

his words instantly cleared up your brain fog, dragging you back into reality, “matt,” you pleaded.

“matt, matt, i’m close,” he mocked you, a dark laugh coming from behind you. “only good girls get to cum.”

“no,” you cried out, tears welling in your eyes from the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through your body, “i am a good girl, please.”

“no, good girls don’t fucking tease their boyfriends when he tells her to stop.” matt snapped at you. “fucking beg for it.”

“please,” you sobbed, feeling tears stream down your face, wanting nothing more in the moment than to finally release. “please, please, matt. ‘m so sorry, i won’t do it anymore.” you blabbered.

“yeah, sweetheart? think you’ve learned your lesson?” he questioned. “i don’t think you have.”

“i did matt, please, please - shit - i learned my lesson.” you hiccuped.

matt tsked above you, a smirk growing across his face. “you sure about that, honey? we’re not gonna act like a fucking slut anymore, are we?”

you gasped, matt slamming into you even harder than before. “no, no. i won’t. i’’m a good girl. fuck. i’ll be a good girl, matty, please just let me cum.”

matt threw his had back, groaning at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing around him. “go ahead then, princess, cum all over my cock.”

the moan that left your lips could have been heard by the entire neighborhood. you practically screamed, releasing all over matt as he continuously fucked you through your orgasm, you repeating the words “thank you” as if it were a mantra. matt held your spasming hips still against his as he shot his load deep inside of you with a few more hard thrusts, your hips rocking back and forth as you came down from your high. you collapsed down on the bed, your chest heaving as you tried to regain your breath. matt fell beside you, stroking your cheek as he looked at you.

“you okay, my love?” he rasped, his brown hair sticking to his forehead. you nodded, your voice gone from your previous actions. “use your words, pretty.”

“i’m alright,” you told him hoarsely, “little sore.”

“aw, baby, c’mere.” matt whispered, pulling you into his embrace, placing soft kisses to your head as you laid on his chest.

“matty?” you piped up, looking at your boyfriend through hooded eyelids. “can you untie my wrists?”

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© mattscoquette | taglist

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ i had to reupload bc i notced some mistakes so if u saw the first one no u didn't. sorry for the drought i put y'all in i hope this made up for it ! i love brat tamer!matt like he's soooo hot i need him to fuck me in a million and one different positions. also this fic is my projecting bc i love putting bows in my hair. next! hope u guys enjoy this :) love u all

[owensbabygirl]

bro too deep in the fantasy

or should I say...munchasy...

[starboye]

matt and chris sturniolo porn links 18+ FDNI

chris the moment you and him are left home alone

matt needs a break from gaming, wanna help him relax

matt cant even think of you without immediately needing to jack off

chris would definitely be the type to buy a sex toy just to fuck it while imagining it was you

the aftermath of a little reward after matt won his game

sucking off chris in the movie theater

chris making you feel every inch of the dick you love so much

when matt is feeling a little freakier that usual he'll send you shit like this

chris leaking at just the sight of you showing him your outfits over face time

who knew chris was packing like that

chris trying out the new fleshlights you got him, he really can't decide which is better

when matt sends a nude video of him jerking off in the bathroom thats when you know he's desperate

matt loves giving you rides just so he can get some road head

jerking off chris right out the shower is always the best feeling

xoxo, starboye💋

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[grace-sturnz]

ew!

[malsmind]

think twice next time.

𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

contain ➛ ⋆ jealous!matt ⋆ dom!matt ⋆ possessive behavior ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ edging ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ begging ⋆ spanking ⋆ creampie ⋆

𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦!

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the night had been long. the kind that clung to your skin and filled your head with a static hum. everything smelled like sweat, vodka, and smoke. you were still trying to shake the sting of cheap tequila off your tongue when matt led you inside, hand low on your back, but colder than usual. you didn’t notice it at first. too drunk. too warm. stumbling over your heels and giggling, talking about dumb shit. you remembered leaning in to chris—only to shout over the music, your lips brushing his ear—and matt had seen it. his jaw had clenched. you didn’t realize he’d been pissed since then. not until much later.

“do you and chris have the same dick?”

you had laughed when you said it. slurred and teasing, a stupid joke, but your voice had been loud. too loud. matt had gone quiet after that. painfully quiet.

and now you were both in bed. naked, as usual. the room was dim, just the streetlight bleeding in through the blinds. your skin buzzed with alcohol and leftover adrenaline, but his was still. stiff. you rolled closer, pressing into his warmth. he shrugged you off. didn’t even say a word. just gently pushed your hand off his chest, like you were annoying him.

“matt?” you whispered, inching closer again, cheek against his shoulder.

he didn’t look at you. didn’t speak. phone in his hand, thumb scrolling, eyes trained on the screen. but you weren’t fucking stupid. you felt the heat boiling under his skin. the tension in his jaw. you felt it all.

the third time he pushed you away, something snapped in you.

“okay,” you muttered, straddling his hips and knocking the phone right out of his hand, letting it thud to the carpet.

his eyes met yours finally. tired. annoyed. but something else too. something darker.

“what are you doing?” his voice was flat.

your fingers ghosted up his bare chest, slow, deliberate. “trying to get my boyfriend to stop acting like a dick.”

he sighed through his nose. jaw tight. you leaned in, lips brushing the edge of his neck, soft kisses trailing lower. “can you stop?” he muttered.

you pulled back. looked down at him. his face was unreadable. but his body wasn’t. his body betrayed him—the way his cock strained against his boxers under you, the way his chest rose a little faster.

“what is wrong with you, matt? why are you so pissed?”

“hm. i wonder why,” he scoffed.

you blinked. breath catching in frustration. “matt—i was joking. i don’t give a shit about chris’s dick.”

he didn’t respond. just stared at the ceiling. like it wasn’t eating him alive inside. so you leaned back down, kissing lower, biting gently at his collarbone. he flinched. not because he didn’t want it—but because he wanted it too much.

“y/n. i’m deadass. quit it.”

your pussy pressed hard against the shape of him under the thin fabric. you were warm. wet. desperate. “i’m horny,” you whispered.

“i’m not.”

“bullshit.”

his hands gripped your thighs now, rough. finally. and something in him snapped.

“well,” he muttered, voice low and venomous, “i didn’t appreciate your fuckin’ joke.”

before you could say anything, he flipped you, fast and effortless. you were on your hands and knees in seconds. the mattress dipped behind you. you felt his knuckles dragging down your spine, his breath on your neck. then the sharp slap on your ass. loud. punishing.

you hissed, back arching, lips curling into a grin. “matt—”

“don’t,” he warned.

you heard his boxers shift down, felt the heat of him lining up behind you. his tip teased your entrance, slow and cruel. “you don’t deserve this, y’know that right?”

“still want it,” you breathed, smug.

another slap. harder.

but then he sank into you.

your whole body jolted. breath caught, mouth falling open as he bottomed out in one harsh thrust. you moaned, loud, raw, grabbing at the sheets, your body trembling from how deep he was already. his hips didn’t give you a second to adjust. didn’t slow down. they snapped into you like he was working something out of himself. hard. rough. brutal. the sound of skin slapping echoed, your moans spilling out uncontrollably.

“mine,” he growled, fingers bruising into your hips. “you wanna talk about my brother’s dick again?”

“no—fuck, no,” you gasped, head dropping.

“say it again and i’ll fuck you in front of him. maybe then you’ll shut up.”

his words were vicious. but his cock was even meaner, hitting that spot so deep you couldn’t think. couldn’t speak. just cried out as pleasure built hard and fast.

“matt—i’m gonna—please—”

he stopped. everything stopped.

you whined, desperate. your pussy clenched around nothing, aching. “no-matt—no please!”

he spanked you again. “you wanna cum, yeah?”

“yes—yes, please.”

he leaned over you, lips brushing your ear. “then fuckin’ think twice next time.”

he drove into you again, harder than before, like he wanted to make you forget how to even speak. he kept you on edge. brought you close. over and over. stopped just before you tipped.

“beg for it,” he muttered, dragging a hand between your legs, circling your clit.

“please. matt—please, baby, i need it. i’ll be good, i swear, i swear.”

your words were falling apart. and finally—finally—he gave in.

“cum on my cock.” he commanded.

and you did.

hard.

your whole body shook, cunt pulsing around him, the pressure finally snapping and dragging a strangled scream from your throat. he followed, groaning into your shoulder, pulling your body back onto his as he came deep, hot, hard. you collapsed into the sheets, breathless. his chest pressed to your back. both of you sweaty, still.

he kissed your shoulder, silent for a second. then whispered:

“you’re mine. no jokes.”

you smiled into the pillow. “i know.”