mattluvr

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lalalalalalalala 😊

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chris got his license now? cool but i need a proof of him driving preferably in his pirate girl tank top 😁

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This mf…

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WELCOME BACK SEXY STREAMER BF😭😭😭

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the glasses stay on

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TOO BUSY HAVING SEX 😭😭😭😭 (me trust)

truth be told a lot of us are only fixating on the triplets bc we don’t have boyfriends. trust when i do find my person i ain’t coming back on this app, im gonna too busy having the sex yall write about in your drafts.

LMFAOOOO no deadass 😭😭 but i do know some people who have s/o's and still write!

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CEO!matt when reader is soaked with rain so her his favorite white button is see through

“sorry i’m late, sir.” you apologise, barrelling through the door to his office in a damp trench coat, umbrella hanging limply by your side.

a storm had hit boston hard and fast this morning, and due to a missed alarm, you’d not had time to check the weather forecast as you’d rushed to get ready. evidently, your weak attempts at protecting yourself from the harsh rain hadn’t worked in the slightest, freshly washed hair now slicked, makeup running down your face.

all this, and still matt found himself having to adjust his pants and scoot under his desk that slight bit more to hide his crotch from your view.

you see, you’d made the silly decision to wear a white shirt to work today, now obviously soaked through by the rain, white lace bra visible to the naked eye. and, what makes it worse for matt is that it’s his favourite shirt of yours, the buttons starting halfway down your chest, ruffles lining the edges, only drawing more attention to your cleavage. which didn’t help his issue down there.

you frown as you observe matt’s pinched expression, certain that he’s mad at you for your tardiness, and you slowly put your umbrella away, shaking the rain off you as you shrug off your coat also.

great. now matt has an even better view of your tits your see through shirt, gulping and rubbing the bridge of his nose in an attempt to pull his eyes away.

“is everything okay, sir?” you mumble, stepping forward to check he isn’t dying or some shit, which obviously receives a knee jerk reaction from your boss, who snaps his head up and waves you away.

“you can, um, go. i don’t care about you being late.” matt hisses, angry at how his eyes keep subconsciously travelling down to your chest. his next words are strained, but he feels they need to be said before he gets reported for harassment. “and change your shirt. the rain’s made it see through.”

you look down and realise that matt is in fact correct, and your cheeks flush bright red, pulling your coat back on as quickly as possible. “shit, i am so sorry.”

and before he can say anything else, you’re running out of the room, embarrassment flooding through your body as you rush to the end of the corridor, back to the safety of your desk. you can’t believe that’s just happened to you, in front of matt of all people. and, on top of all that, the bra that just so happens to be on display is the sexiest one out of your entire lingerie drawer. naturally.

you groan, opening up your laptop to start your work for the day, still blissfully unaware of matt’s actual reaction to your transparency problem. who, speaking of, is currently cooped up in the bathroom attached to his office, rubbing one out.

his hard on had been raging. it’s not his fault you’d decided to wear such a see through shirt on the rare day it storms in boston.

he finishes and calls you back to his office. to see your inappropriate outfit again. duh.

taglist. . . ( @mattslolita, @aelinslegend, @chrissturniolossidehoe, @mattbrainrot, @conspiracy-ash, @emely9274, @matts1freak, @h3arts4nat, @sturn777, @sofieeeeex, @ifwdominicfike ) is open!

divider credits. . . @issysh3ll

thank you for all the CEO!matt requests, i’m working through them slowly but surely 🫶

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okey hear me out.

CEO!matt is just giving Neal caffry vibe

(search on pintrest if you dont know who he is)

WAIIIIIIIIT REAL!!!!!

i did have to search him up cus i’ve never heard of white collar but omfg this is literally CEO!matt

thank you for your service 🫡

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he’s never beating the fruit allegations

Matt loves to cosplay as a lesbian with his little carabiner doesn't he

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matt’s left ball duh

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ceo!matt with his hair & clothes all messed up, glasses falling off his nose after a quickie with y/n (me) in the bathroom or his office 😇😇😇😇😇😇😇 thank YEW!

⟡ ݁₊ . content warnings: smut, cowgirl, unprotected sex!

maybe wearing a mini dress to work today hadn’t been the smartest decision; or maybe it was. if you hadn’t squeezed into the red number this morning, you wouldn’t have found yourself on matt’s lap, the infamous dress bunched up around your waist as you lower yourself down onto matt’s cock.

you’ve had many a quickie in this very room, but will never get used to matt’s size, his stretch that always burns; it’s been fading into pleasure faster recently, but you still lurch forward, manicured nails pressing into his shoulders as you try to ground yourself.

“shit, sweetheart, y’ feel so good.” matt breathes, his hands coming round to snake across your back, mouth roaming your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. “think you can bounce for me, huh baby? wanna see you bounce on my dick.”

you nod, whining as you lift up off matt before swiftly slamming back down. his tip is already brushing your g spot, and your eyes roll back, fists clenching at the collar of matt’s shirt. “fuck, matt.”

“you’ve got to be quiet, baby. people’ll know we’re fucking in here.” matt scolds, hissing as you slam back down onto his dick again. you hush out an apology, hands flying from his collar to his hair, where your grip makes him grunt. matt always likes it when his hair is pulled; he just won’t admit it out loud.

“‘m sorry it’s just t-too good, oh!” you exhale as matt presses his hips up into you. sweat coats both of you, pleasure hanging in the air.

he’d worn his bluelight glasses to work today, now sitting askew on the bridge of his nose, obscuring the blues of his eyes as he stares at you, tits wobbling, face screwed up with pleasure. he rolls his neck, his hands finding your waist, squeezing as he thrusts up to meets your pelvis. “i’m getting close, sweetheart. shit, keep doing that, right there.”

you mewl, your thighs beginning to burn, but your climax also on the horizon nonetheless, that familiar knot threatening to snap in the base of your stomach. you breathe through your nose slowly, speeding up your actions, smirking at the sounds spilling out of matt’s mouth in response, the air around you thick with his moans and grunts.

“what happened to staying quiet, sir?”

matt glares at you, but his anger is short lived, grip tightening on your hips as he matches your pace. “i’m gonna, i’m gonna— fuck!”

and before he can finish his warning, matt blows his load into you, legs shuddering as your clenched walls milk him dry. you’re not far behind, whining as you convulse around his cock, your orgasm pure bliss.

matt taps your legs, and you lift yourself off him, using a finger to wipe away the dregs of him that had begun to drip down your leg. a dirty sight that matt wished he could take a video of. he smirks at you, gently rolling your dress back into place, your own hands attempting to smooth out matt’s shirt.

“you are on the pill, right?” he murmurs as he traces circles onto your fabric clad skin, and you chuckle, nodding.

“yeah, don’t worry. i’m not trying to get pregnant, matt.”

he smiles at you, the two of you freezing in place as you take one another in. you don’t know it, but that pain in your chest is reciprocated, even if you both respectively think that the other just wants quickies.

“uh, sir?” so caught up in the staring contest, you and matt hadn’t heard the knock at the door, his assistant standing in the doorframe, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “are you okay? i heard some, um… noises, in here.”

one quick glance at the other, and you and matt can’t contain your giggles.

taglist. . . ( @mattslolita, @aelinslegend, @chrissturniolossidehoe, @mattbrainrot, @conspiracy-ash, @emely9274, @matts1freak, @h3arts4nat, @sturn777 ) is open!

divider credits. . . @issysh3ll

↳ CEO!matt scenarios in the inbox pls queens 🫰

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me and @aelinslegend ⭐️

love them with my whole heart

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question…… how does one link a whole group of posts under the same tag

like all of the same au in one place ???

help a girl out 😫😫

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CEO!matt that the only reason he calls reader to his office is to see what outfit she's wearing (he stares SHAMELESSLY at her tits)

for the third time this morning, the buzzer on your intercom rings, displaying the same familiar name; matt.

he’s not left you alone so far today, constantly seeking your assistance with the smallest, most insignificant things. who the fuck needs help deciding whether a document to be printed should be double sided or not? there’s definitely an ulterior motive behind his actions, but you don’t want to make any false judgments. so you answer his call with a pinched face.

“yes, mr sturniolo?”

there’s a strangled noise on the other end of the line and your eyebrows shoot upwards in concern; maybe he’s choking and that’s why he’s called you? you start to roll your chair back, ready to spring into action when matt finally speaks. thank god; you didn’t know the heimlich manoeuvre.

“could you come to the office real quick?” who could’ve guessed. “i have a question to ask you.”

you grit your teeth. “absolutely. i’ll be a minute or so, kinda swamped in work over here sir!”

“alright, that’s fine.” another strangled noise from his end, this one concealed but still audible. “just come up when you’re not busy.”

you thank him, ending the call and jumping back to your laptop to finish writing up an email, eyes creasing as you cringe at your formal language. it doesn’t take too long, thankfully, and soon enough you find yourself outside matt’s office, a folder tucked under your arm as you prepare for whatever unnecessary question is about to be thrown your way.

it’s worse than you imagine.

“how many sugars does an average person have in their coffee?” matt asks you as you open the door with caution; he sits behind his desk, tie loosened around his neck as he carelessly scrolls through his phone.

you can’t believe it; CEO of the fucking company and both incompetent and clearly bored of his own job. so privileged yet so spoiled, and you can’t help but scoff at him. he raises an eyebrow, placing his phone down. “you have a problem?”

“nothing, sir, it’s just…” you exhale through your nose harshly, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to stop the word vomit. but it’s too late. “don’t you think you should take your job a bit more seriously?”

matt blinks, stunned into silence as you continue. “i mean, you are the CEO, and i don’t think it’s appropriate to be constantly asking your secretary to come to your office to ask stupid questions about sugars in coffee.”

“it wasn’t stupid. it was genuine.” matt challenges, trying to hide his smirk at the sight of you getting more and more frustrated. he likes the sight of you all worked up.

“use google!” you gesticulate, throwing your head back as you groan. composure, you remind yourself, and you lower your head to lock eyes with matt. “sorry, sir. it’s just i have a lot of work to do. it’s quite inconvenient for you to be always calling me up to your office.”

he hums, tapping his fingers on his lips as he thinks of something to say back. but he’s rendered speechless, leaning back in his chair with a shrug. he doesn’t have the heart to tell you the real reason he called you up here, so with a dismissive hand, matt waves you and your low cut shirt away.

and you go, biting your tongue to stop a rogue asshole rolling off your lips, your hips swaying as you turn towards the door. “i’ll send you today’s analytics through before i go for lunch.” are your last words, and matt slouches down into his chair as he nods, watching with beady eyes as the door shuts behind you.

he smiles to himself, loosening his tie as his hand falls to his pants, palming his bulge. all of that just to see your tits spilling out your white button up? worth it. so very worth it.

taglist. . . ( @mattslolita, @aelinslegend, @chrissturniolossidehoe, @mattbrainrot, @conspiracy-ash, @emely9274, @matts1freak, @h3arts4nat, @sturn777 ) is open!

divider credits. . . @issysh3ll

(pls send some more scenarios for CEO!matt into my inbox!)

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everyone’s now saying how chris looks better now than in his frat boy era but i will forever die on the hill that the frat bro era was his prime, obviously he’s fine asf now but frat boy just hits so much different. i think i just think this because i was actually there when it was actively happening, i don’t know his long middle part was just so cute i can’t deal

like BITCH this fine ass man

but he is exactly as fine now but that era js hits different always

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so i’m going to start sobbing ?

dad!matt hc?

he always sings softly to the girls to help them sleep, it started when they were babies and he continued to do it throughout their childhood

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pls give me some scenarios for CEO!matt in my inbox!

i want to try and write some blurbs for him cus i’m going freaking feral over the thought of him in a suit and tie 😛😛😛😛