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virgin!reader x matt sturn

warnings: suggestive (dry humping, praising, talking you through it), humiliation (if you squint).

the room was dimly lit, a faint glow emanating from the bedside lamp. you straddled Matthew’s hips, his hands resting on your waist as he guided you through the awkward motions. the friction of your clothed bodies rubbing together sent unfamiliar tremors through you.

he whispered encouragements, his breath warm against your neck, "like this, see?" he bucked his hips slightly, showing you the rhythm he wanted you to follow. you could feel how hard he is beneath his jeans, even through the thick fabric, it was unmistakable.

as you awkwardly gyrated above him, his hands slid from your waist to your hips, gripping tighter. his guidance became more insistent, urging you to press down harder, grind faster. a low groan escaped his lips, spurring you on despite the unfamiliar sensations coursing through your inexperienced body.

his face contorted with restraint, his eyes rolling back briefly as he fought to keep his hands on your hips instead of tugging your clothes off entirely. "damn it," he hissed between clenched teeth, his hips bucking more forcefully beneath you.

his intensity both thrilled and startled you. your cheeks flushed pink, breathing becoming shallow as the new sensations overwhelmed your senses. the friction between your legs was starting to feel.. good? too good? you bit your lower lip, hands gripping his shoulders for balance, unsure whether to continue or pull away.

he could see the conflict in your eyes, the hesitation written all over your face. he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around your back to keep you from retreating. "keep going," he murmured, his voice hoarse, "you're doing it right,"

his praise emboldened you slightly, and you began following the rhythm he had shown you. the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against the thin fabric of your shorts sent tingles through your legs, a strange warmth building in your lower belly. "that's it, baby.. just like that," his normally calm voice was thick with desire, breath hot against your ear as he whispered instructions. one of his hands slid up your back, tangling in your hair, while the other moved around to grip your ass possessively.

you gasped as he squeezed, pressing you further against him. the new position pressed you right where you needed it, and a small, surprised sound escaped your lips. your movements grew more instinctual, less hesitant, as you chased the unfamiliar but tantalizing feeling.

his fingers curled under your shirt, clawing at your skin as he tried to pull it up, needing more contact. "lift your arms," he growled, voice muffled against your neck as he tried to tug the fabric off.

hesitantly, you complied, raising your arms. the cool air hit your bared midriff as the shirt came off, leaving you in your bra. his calloused hands immediately mapped the newly exposed skin.

he stared at you in awe, eyes trailing over your face, neck, collarbone, and the gentle swell of your breasts above the lacy cups of your bra. "you're so fucking pretty," he murmured, almost to himself.

his fingers traced patterns on your back, while his other hand moved to cup your face, tilting it towards him. "really fucking pretty," he repeated, his eyes dark with desire as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

you melted into the kiss, your lips parting instinctively as his tongue sought entrance. the warmth of his mouth, the taste of him, it was overwhelming in the best possible way. your hands crept up to tangle in his hair, holding him closer as if afraid he might disappear.

your manicure nails dug gently into his scalp as your hips bucked wildly against his, chasing the blissful sensation that had been building for what felt like an eternity. with a hoarse cry, you finally reached your release, your entire body convulsing in pleasure as you coated your panties with your essence.

he felt you tense and heard your cry, knowing exactly what was happening. a low groan rumbled in his chest as he watched you fall apart in his arms, your face flushed, lips parted, and eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. "fuck," he breathed.

he continued holding you close as the waves of pleasure subsided, one hand stroking through your hair while the other kept a firm grip on your waist. his heart was racing, and he was still painfully hard against you, but all he cared about was making sure you were okay.

your breath came in ragged gasps as you gradually floated back down to reality, your skin sensitive where it touched his. a mix of embarrassment and pure contentment washed over you, making your limbs feel heavy. you'd never felt anything so intense, so all-consuming.

as you looked into his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own emotions, multiplied tenfold. his gaze was unwavering, filled with adoration and affection. suddenly, the world around you melted away, leaving only the two of you.

he whispered, "stay," as he pulled you closer, his strong arms wrapping around you like shackles. the room fell silent — except for the rhythmic beat of his heart beneath your ear.

©nxsturn

tags:

@lolastrniolo , @marrykisskilled , @emely9274 , @sophand4n4 , @fmalewokk , @pinkbunnyie .

thank you so much for 200-300 followers! (and the 1k+ notes on two of my fics, are you kidding me????)

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In the middle of their new video right now, this thing is longgggg (fitting if you catch my drift)

Loving every second of it ❤️

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Hey Tumblr, my page has been dry lately, so let me know what fics you want and ill write them. Been in a really bad slump and really want to write something. Please please please send me some requests.

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Holy fuck

so many people have requested a compilation of whimpers n moans so here you are 🙇‍♀️

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Am I really horny or do you see it too?

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🍾New Year appreciation raid🍾

may 2025 bring you peace, prosperity, and countless moments of happiness and love. I appreciate you so very much, happy new year!!!

feel free to forward this message into others inboxes🤍

❤️❤️❤️

Thanks Millie 🫶🏻

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Okay, I can’t be the only one who doesn’t really f*ck with beard/stubble Matt. Like, he’s still hot as f*ck, but I preferred lil skinny Matt. He was so cute and little 🥺🥺

Don’t attack me for this plssssss ❤️❤️❤️

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GUYS THEY’RE LIVE I CANT BELIEVE IT

I’M WATCHING THEM IN REAL TIME

MATT IS SO FUCKING HOT

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WHY ARE PEOPLE NOT LOSING THEIR MINDS OVER THIS???? HIS WAIST!!!!

🥵🥵🥵🥵😩😩😩😩

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Definitely not reblogging to save for later-

Do that in my ear please and thankyou!

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You guys would not believe how fast I downloaded twitch once I heard they were streaming again

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Matt reacts to y/n's eating disorder

WARNINGS: E.D. slight panic attack

Includes: Use of y/n, pet names/nicknames, curse words

I’m home alone, bored out of my mind. When I get a text I’m quick to open it.

Nick: Hey hottie.

Me: Hey lmao

Nick: Wyd?

Me: Hoping for something to do.

Nick: Perfect, we’re so bored.

Me: SAME I’M ABOUT TO RIP MY SKIN OFF.

Nick: Ok chill.

Me: Lol sorry.

Nick: We’ll come get you, be ready in 20.

Me: K.

I put my phone down, think, then leap up to go get ready. I run upstairs into my room and over to my closet, frantically trying to think of what to wear. It’s always a struggle to pick between hot and not trying. I pick some baggy jeans and a crop top. I do my hair into a half up half down, putting in two pigtails and leaving out my curtain bangs. I don’t put on any makeup, just brushing out my brows and curling my lashes. I always notice how when he tells me how cute I look, it’s when I’m not wearing any makeup. My phone goes off and I grab it.

Nick: We’re here.

I grab my purse and run to the door, quickly tying on my air forces and running out the door. It’s only when I get outside that I remember how easily I get cold. I groan and open up the car door.

“Hey y/n!” Chris says. Matt is looking at me earnestly.

“Sorry, I need to go get a sweater.” I say apologetically.

“Girl, it’s literally 65 degrees.” Nick says, causing Matt and Chris to start giggling. I frown, feeling really bad.

“I-... uhh..” I hesitate, bouncing on my toes trying to decide what to do. Matt notices the slight anxiety on my face.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’ll give you my hoodie if you get cold.” He says, smiling at me. I smile back and climb in, shutting the door behind me.

“You look cute.” Nick says, going back to his phone.

“Thank you.” I say, catching Matt staring at me through the rearview mirror. He looks away and puts the car into gear. “Where’r we going?” I ask, buckling my seatbelt.

“McDonalds.” Matt says. I nod.

“Do we have plans after that?” I ask.

“Yeah, we’ll probably just go back to ours after.” Chris says. I nod again.

“Am I, uh, am I invited?” I ask shyly. Nick scoffs.

“Y/n, of course you’re invited you goof.” Matt says, laughing. I blush and giggle too.

“Sorry.” I mumble.

“You need to stop apologizing for things.” Chris laughs.

“Sorry.” I say again. We all start laughing. A couple minutes later we pull up to McDonalds. We wait our turn and Matt pulls forward.

“Welcome to McDonalds, what can I get for you?” The worker asks.

“Hi, can I get a Big Mac, large fry, large drink?” Matt says into the intercom. Nick and Chris place their orders.

“Great, thank you.” Nick says, turning to me. “What do you want?” I hesitate.

“I’m trying not to spend money, I’m okay.” I mumble.

“Girl, I didn’t ask about your money, I asked what you want.” He says. I look at him confused. Matt turns around to look at me.

“We got it, just get what you want.” He says softly.

“No, it’s fine, I'm not hungry.” I say, blushing and looking at my hands.

“I’m gonna get you something, so just order, ‘cause you’re getting food anyway.” Matt says.

“Uh… 4 piece chicken nuggets please. And a small sprite?” I say quietly. Matt shakes his head.

“A 10 piece chicken nuggets, large fry, large sprite please.” Matt says into the intercom. I try to protest but Nick just puts his finger to my mouth. Matt pulls forward and I shrink back into my seat, picking at my fingers, my face warm. Matt notices my demeanor, but chalks it up to my typical shyness about people being nice to me. Matt pays and gets our food, passing everything to Chris. Once all our food is in the car, Matt starts to drive us back to his place. We’re all talking and laughing about some random crap Nick is spewing, but I can feel my heart beating faster in my chest. Matt pulls into the driveway, and we all get out. Chris makes fun of how I have to jump down from the van and we all laugh. They don’t let me carry anything as we make our way into the house and absentmindedly chatter as they get inside, take off their shoes, and go into the living room, setting down the food on the coffee table. I follow and sit in the corner of the couch and Matt sits next to me, grinning. Chris turns on the T.V. and passes my and Matt’s food to us. Matt hands me my food, smiling at me before turning to his own. We’re watching some random show, Chris and Nick talking about something on their phones. I stare at the food in my lap, trying to seem casual, but I know Matt is gonna notice eventually. He always notices. I’m dreading the moment, my anxiety rising, but I just can’t eat. Matt glances over at me then does a double take. His face falls into concern.

“Why aren’t you eating?” He asks me quietly.

“I’m not hungry.” I say with a shrug.

“Honey you’ve gotta be hungry.” He says, scanning my face. I blush at the nickname. 

“I’m not hungry, I don’t know.” I say, my tone anxious. He studies me for a moment.

“Y/n, when was the last time you ate?” He asks me, a serious expression on his face. I open my mouth to say something, but the way he’s looking at me stops the words from coming out. He waits for me to say something, but my mouth just hangs open as I try to find words. I take the food off my lap and push myself off the couch.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” I say hastily, walking out of the room. I feel Matt’s eyes on me as I walk out of the room. I go into the bathroom, quickly shutting and locking the door. I grip the sink and close my eyes. I take in shaky breaths, my mind racing. A minute later I hear a soft knock on the door. I freeze, holding my breath.

“Y/n, it’s me. Please let me in.” I hear Matt say through the door. I hesitate, staying silent. “Please.” He says again, his voice slightly more desperate. I give in, opening the door to see a very concerned Matt. I look up at him but don’t say anything. After a few moments of silence, he gently pushes past me. I shut the door behind him but I don’t face him. “Y/n. Look at me.” He says softly. I slowly turn around, looking up at him. He’s looking down at me with an expression I can’t pinpoint. It’s a face of concern, sadness, confusion, and oddly enough, admiration. “When was the last time you ate?” He asks again, leaning against the wall, patiently waiting for me to answer. I take a deep breath and look down.

“Lunch yesterday.” I say, squeezing my eyes shut. I hear him sigh, but he doesn’t say anything. I slowly look back up at him and when I meet his eyes, they’re glossy. My heart breaks and the tears welling in my eyes finally drop down my face.

“Oh..” He whispers, pulling me into his chest. I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle my face into him. We stay there for a while, and he lifts a hand up to stroke my hair. I pull myself closer to him because my arms are starting to get goosebumps. He notices and pulls away from me. He looks at me and smiles, rubbing my arms. He pulls his hoodie over his head and right over mine before I can say anything. I giggle and put my arms through the sleeves. I look back up at him and he smiles, reaching up to tuck my hair behind my ear. I blush and struggle to keep eye contact. His face changes again, and I can tell he’s about to bring up the food again. “Why haven’t you eaten?” He asks me. I think for a moment.

“I don’t know. I just don’t want food.” I sigh. Matt nods in thought.

“Nick and Chris are going to get suspicious, so we should probably get back out there.” He says. I nod. “I want to talk about this more later so I can help you. Okay?” He asks. I nod again. “For now, can you try to eat five nuggets?” He asks. I think. “For me?” He adds. I sigh.

“I’ll try.” I tell him. He smiles and nods. He gently squeezes my arms before opening the door for me. He leans down to whisper to me.

“I’ll go to the kitchen to get a drink, you go to the living room.”

“Kay.” I whisper back. I walk back into the living room. Chris and Nick look up at me.

“You okay?” Nick asks.

“Yeah, why?” I answer, trying to act normal.

“You were gone forever.” Chris adds.

“Oh, uh… I just needed to, uh…” I stammer, trying to think of a good excuse.

“Hey… That’s Matt’s hoodie.” Nick says, eyeing me suspiciously. My cheeks go pink.

“It is… Where’s Matt?” Chris asks, glancing between me and Nick. Matt walks in at that exact moment.

“Hey Matt. Where were you?” Nick asks in a teasing tone.

“Kitchen.” Matt says, casually holding up his drink.

“Uh huh.” Chris says. “And why is y/n wearing your hoodie?” Matt’s eyes widen slightly.

“Oh, uh, I passed her in the hallway and she was cold.” He explains. Nick and Chris look at each other.

“If you say so.” Nick says, turning back to the T.V. Chris snickers before turning back to the T.V. himself. Matt settles next to me, holding out my food to me. I take it and open it up. I stare at it for a while. I feel Matt’s arm snaking around my waist, out of his brothers’ view. I feel his reassurance and take a bite. He squeezes my hip, tracing circles with his thumb. I slowly eat five nuggets, feeling his encouragement with every bite. I finish my five nuggets and close the box. He takes it from me and whispers in my ear.

“Great job, honey. I’ll put these in the fridge if you want them later.” He smiles at me, getting up. I nod. I grab my drink and sit back. When he comes back, he motions for me to move as he starts to sit in the corner seat. I move over and he settles in. Nick and Chris glance over but don’t appear to really notice. I feel his hand on my hip and he pulls me into him. We stay like that, watching the show. His arm is around my shoulders and I can feel his body heat against my back. I put down my drink and get comfortable on him. I curl up on his lap and rest my head on his chest. He embraces me and rests his cheek on my head. I feel his mouth turn up into a smile. Soon I hear Chris’s voice.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” He exclaims.

“Shut up.” Matt mumbles into my hair, holding me tight.

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Hey nerds, (*cough cough* sluts) welcome to my blog! I am a beginner writer hoping to develop an audience that is just as passionate as I am about writing and basic white boys. I absolutely take requests for fanfics, feel free. My favorites are the Sturniolos (obvi), Big Bang Theory/Young Sheldon, and Wednesday.

Full time Matt girl, I need him.

To be honest, I don’t really have any strict rules about what I will or won’t write about, just shoot me a message and I’ll get back to you <3

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I need therapy for how much I want them.

This is my edit, I worked really hard on it, hope you like it <3

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Im thankful for my bf this thanksgiving ❤️🫶🏻

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I don’t think I have ever wanted anything more.

Guess who was getting head under the desk

⚠️my edit (cooki3dits6)

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I NEED HIM TO TAKE ME TO POUND TOWN PLEASE CHRIS I BEG YOU.

In all seriousness though, this is a really good edit, this took hard work and all credit goes to them