mattsgold

[mattsgold]

✰ matt just loves to take care of you, even if it’s little things

your body curled into the corner of the couch, legs pulled up to your chest as your eyes stayed glued to the show you were watching. you were paying attention too well—your mind drifting to how you were starting to get hungry.

your head turns away from the tv, gaze landing on matt who’s on the other end of the couch, phone in one hand while the other fiddled with the end of his shirt. you smiled.

“matt baby?” you said quietly, hoping to catch his attention. his head turned up from his phone, a smile spreading across his face as he met your gaze.

“yeah sweetheart?”

“I’m kind of craving fruit,” you mused, setting your phone down and stretching your arms above your head. “Think you could grab me some? please.” you ask, dragging out the e.

matt smirked, already moving his body to stand from his sitting position. “anything for you, my love.”

you watched as he disappeared into the kitchen, the sound of the fridge opening and the slight clatter of a bowl against the counter making you smile. he always did things like this—taking care of you in ways both big and small, never needing a reason other than the fact that he loved you.

a few minutes later, he returned with a bowl of perfectly sliced strawberries, blueberries, and grapes. but instead of handing it to you, he plopped down beside you.

“what?” You raised a brow as he plucked a strawberry from the bowl and held it up. “open,” he instructed, his voice soft.

you let out a small laugh, leaning forward to take the strawberry from his fingers. he watched you chew with a satisfied expression before grabbing a grape next.

“matt,” you mumbled between bites, trying (and failing) to fight back a grin. “I can feed myself, you know.”

he shrugged, popping a blueberry into your mouth before you could protest. “yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”

you rolled your eyes, but your heart melted at the way he looked at you—like there was nowhere else he’d rather be, nothing else he’d rather be doing than taking care of you in the simplest, sweetest ways.

“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered, but you still let him continue. he leaned forward, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face before holding up another bite. “yeah,” he said.

“but you love it. and i love taking care of you, now shush and eat baby.”

a/n : it’s my birthday! this is just a little blurb for now, i’m hoping to put something out later but i just needed a sweet little thing rn

[mattsgold]

SNOWED IN

CONTENTS:・smut-heavy plot ・shypervy!matt ・pillow riding・unprotected p in v ・oral (m! & afab! receiving)・creampie ・fluff :3 + more WC: 5.1k

The blizzard outside was relentless, the kind that swallowed the streets of Boston in a suffocating white blanket and made the idea of stepping outdoors laughable. The windows of the apartment were fogged over, and every now and then the wind would whistle against the panes like it was testing the limits of the glass. You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that trailed onto the floor, flipping through the channels with little interest.

Behind you, Matt stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee in his hands. He had that slightly disheveled look about him, like he’d rolled out of bed without fully shaking off sleep—messy hair, hoodie wrinkled, socks mismatched. You didn’t mind. Matt was always a little like that: casual, a bit quiet, but solid and easy to be around.

“You know, I feel like we should be doing something,” you said, breaking the silence.

“Something like what?” he asked, his voice soft but curious.

“I don’t know. It’s a snow day! Aren’t snow days supposed to be fun?”

He took a sip of his coffee, giving you a small, lopsided smile. “They’re also for staying inside and not freezing to death. I think we’ve got that part down.”

You sighed dramatically, tossing the remote onto the coffee table. “Come on, Matt. Live a little. We’ve been roommates for, what, three years? This is like our… fifth snowstorm together. We’ve gotta mix it up.”

“Mix it up how?”

You sat up, turning to face him with a spark of determination. “We could have a movie marathon. Or play a game. Or—wait, hear me out—we could build a pillow fort.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “A pillow fort? Aren’t we a little old for that?”

“Never.” You grinned at him, sliding off the couch and padding over to where he stood. “Don’t pretend like you don’t want to. You’re just scared you’ll get out-engineered by me.”

Matt scoffed lightly, but his ears turned pink, something you didn’t notice as you rummaged through the hallway closet for extra pillows.

“Okay,” he said finally, setting his mug down and rubbing the back of his neck. “But don’t blame me if this thing collapses.”

“It won’t collapse if you do what I say.” You shot him a playful wink, which only made the flush on his cheeks deepen.

The two of you got to work, pulling cushions off the couch and draping blankets over chairs to form the roof. Matt quietly followed your lead, handing you supplies and occasionally mumbling things like, “That’s not gonna hold,” or “You’re gonna need more support there.”

At one point, you stood on the coffee table to adjust a blanket, and Matt reached out instinctively, his hand hovering near your back like he was afraid you might fall.

“Careful,” he said softly.

“I’m fine, Dad,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

His hand dropped, and he turned away, pretending to busy himself with straightening a pillow, though the faint redness creeping up his neck gave him away.

When the fort was finally done, it was a masterpiece—cozy and lopsided, with string lights you’d fished out of a storage box giving it a warm glow. You crawled inside first, sitting cross-legged on the floor and patting the space next to you.

“Come on, it’s not a real fort until you’re inside and it manages to stay up.”

He hesitated for a second, then ducked under the blanket and sat beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours in the cramped space.

“See? Isn’t this better than nothing?” you said, looking over at him with a smile.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “It is.”

You handed him a bag of popcorn, your fingers grazing his, and he froze for just a moment before quickly taking it, his eyes fixed firmly on the string lights above.

The two of you spent the evening talking and laughing, the snowstorm forgotten as you swapped stories and debated over which childhood cartoons were the best. Every so often, Matt would glance at you out of the corner of his eye, his heart thudding a little harder when you laughed or smiled at him like he was the only person in the room, which he was but that’s besides the point.

Eventually, though, exhaustion started to creep in. You yawned, stretching your arms overhead.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed,” you said, crawling out of the fort and standing up.

Matt followed you out, watching as you gathered the blanket you’d been using earlier. “Goodnight,” he said, his voice soft.

“Goodnight, Matt,” you replied, giving him a little wave as you disappeared down the hall.

He lingered in the living room for a moment, staring at the now-empty fort before heading towards the bathroom for a shower.

As you settled into bed, wrapping yourself in the familiar weight of your blankets, you heard it: the faint hum of the shower turning on down the hall. The steady rush of water filtered through the quiet apartment, a soothing yet distant sound that seemed to amplify the stillness of your room. You lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting the sound wash over you like white noise.

But the second your head hit the pillow, the restlessness crept in.

You sighed softly, rolling onto your side, then your back again, punching the pillow as if fluffing it would trick your body into cooperating. But it was no use. Insomnia—your unwelcome, all-too-familiar companion—was already settling in. This was how it went most nights, the routine so predictable it almost felt like a cruel joke.

The weight of exhaustion was there, heavy in your limbs, but your mind refused to follow. Thoughts you couldn’t quite name flitted just out of reach, intangible but persistent, keeping you from slipping into the oblivion of sleep.

Another sigh escaped your lips, quieter this time, like you were trying not to disturb the silence. You could still hear the water running, muffled now, but constant. Matt was probably rinsing away the day, oblivious to the small storm brewing in your head. You wondered absently how he always seemed so calm, so unbothered by the little things that left you tangled up and wide awake.

You rolled onto your side again, clutching the blankets a little tighter, hoping the rhythmic hum of the shower might somehow lull you to sleep. But it wasn’t working. If anything, it was having the opposite effect. Your mind wandered, unbidden, to the thought of Matt in the shower—steam rising, water trailing down his skin—and suddenly, your cheeks burned with a heat that had nothing to do with the blankets wrapped around you.

It was no secret, at least not to yourself, that Matt was incredibly attractive. Add to that his quiet sweetness, his unshakable respectfulness, and it was a combination that left your head spinning more often than you’d care to admit. It wasn’t just you, either—your mutual friends seemed baffled that the two of you had managed to live together for years without any “accidents” during late nights out. But then again, Matt was Matt. Respectful to a fault, impossibly shy, and so unaware of the effect he had on people—especially you—that it almost made you laugh.

Almost. Because right now, the thought of him was doing anything but making you laugh.

You squeezed your eyes shut, as if that might somehow chase away the thoughts swarming your mind. But it didn’t help. The image of Matt—droplets clinging to his collarbone—lingered stubbornly. You shifted restlessly, the blankets suddenly too warm, your heart beating just a little faster than it should.

This is ridiculous, you told yourself, burying your face into the pillow. He’s your roommate. He probably doesn’t even think about you like that.

And yet, some part of you couldn’t ignore the moments. The tiny, fleeting glances. The way he always seemed a little nervous when he stood too close. The way his ears turned red whenever you teased him, like he wasn’t used to being the center of someone’s attention.

You groaned softly, flipping onto your back and staring at the ceiling as if it held some sort of answer. The truth was, you’d been toeing the line with Matt for so long that even thinking about crossing it felt dangerous. But tonight, with the sound of the shower still running and your mind painting pictures you shouldn’t be entertaining, the line felt thinner than ever.

The water finally shut off, breaking through your thoughts. You held your breath, listening as the faint rustle of movement came from the bathroom—Matt grabbing a towel, maybe shaking out his hair. Your cheeks burned again at how vivid your imagination had become, and you pulled the blanket over your face like it might shield you from your own embarrassment.

Moments later, you heard his footsteps padding softly down the hallway. He paused outside your door, long enough that you wondered if he might knock. But instead, he moved on, his door creaking open before clicking softly shut.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, the apartment quiet once more. But now, sleep felt even further away, your heart racing with the knowledge that Matt was just down the hall, freshly showered and unaware of the effect he had on you.

Get a grip, you scolded yourself, rolling over for what felt like the hundredth time. But as you closed your eyes, his face was still there, vivid and unshakable, lingering in the quiet of the night.

Your body betrayed you completely, heat spreading across your skin as the thoughts grew harder to push away. Your heart thudded loudly in your chest, the rhythm almost deafening in the stillness of your room. It wasn’t just your cheeks burning anymore—your entire body felt warmer, the blankets suddenly suffocating as you kicked them off in frustration.

Your breathing quickened, shallow and uneven, as if even the thought of him—his damp hair, the curve of his jaw, the way he’d probably look utterly at ease in the privacy of the bathroom—was too much to process. You pressed your thighs together instinctively, trying to quell the restless energy pooling in your stomach, but it only seemed to make it worse.

Your hands clenched at the sheets, gripping them tightly as you stared up at the ceiling, willing yourself to think about anything else. But it was impossible. Every time you tried to distract yourself, your mind circled back to him, to the sound of the shower and the way you imagined droplets clinging to his skin, how he’d towel his hair dry in that effortless, boyish way of his.

Another frustrated sigh escaped your lips, and you turned onto your stomach, pressing your face into the pillow. Your body refused to settle, every nerve ending feeling far too aware, far too alive. You hated how easily he got to you, how the mere idea of him could make your body react like this, even when you knew it was pointless to dwell on it.

Still, the thoughts lingered, stubborn and insistent, leaving you flushed and restless in the dark. You lay there for a moment longer, the ache between your legs growing stronger with each passing minute. The image of Matt fresh from the shower was seared into your mind. His scent, cedar wood and vanilla, seemed to linger in the air, taunting you with its closeness.

Unable to bear the torment any longer, you quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound. Your heart raced as you tiptoed towards your closet, retrieving your old pillow - one you'd secretly come to associate with these forbidden fantasies.

Returning to your bed, you positioned the pillow just so, imagining it was Matt beneath you. Slowly, you straddled it, biting your lip to stifle a moan as you began to grind against the soft surface.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you rode the pillow with increasing fervor, lost in the fantasy of Matt's strong hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements. In your mind's eye, his piercing blue gaze locked with yours, filled with equal parts desire and restraint.

"Fuck," you whispered, the word escaping through clenched teeth as the pressure built within you. The fabric of your thin cotton panties grew damp, adding to the delicious friction against your most sensitive places.

Meanwhile, just outside your bedroom door, Matt stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been about to knock on your door, to check if you needed anything before he seriously drifted off to sleep, your insomnia was always something he tried to find little tips and tricks on google to help you with it. But then he heard it - a soft, needy whimper that sent shivers down his spine.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he leaned closer to the door, straining to hear more. And then he heard it again, unmistakable this time: "Matt." Your voice, breathy and laden with desire, calling out his name.

Unable to resist, he slowly turned the knob, cracking open the door just enough to peer inside. The sight that greeted him nearly brought him to his knees. There you were, riding a pillow with wild abandon, your face contorted in pleasure as you chased your release.

Matt's mouth went dry as he watched you, transfixed by the erotic display before him. His cock twitched in his sweatpants, already half-hard from the tantalizing sounds spilling from your lips. He knew he should look away, give you privacy, but he couldn't tear his gaze from the mesmerizing sight of your hips undulating against the pillow.

Unconsciously, one hand drifted to his crotch, palming himself through the thin fabric. A low groan escaped him as he imagined it was his body you were grinding against, his name you were moaning so sweetly. Lost in the fantasy, he began to stroke himself in earnest, his breathing growing heavier with each pass of his hand.

As you continued to ride the pillow, lost in your own world of pleasure, Matt watched with bated breath. His hand moved faster over his now fully erect cock, the wet sounds of your arousal mingling obscenely with his own harsh pants. Sweat beaded on his brow as he struggled to maintain his silence, desperate not to alert you to his presence.

As your climax approached, your movements became more frantic, more urgent. Your fingers dug into the pillow, anchoring yourself as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. "Matt!" you cried out, his name a prayer on your lips as you shattered completely.

At the same moment, Matt felt his own orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in his gut. With a final, strangled groan, he spilled into his hand, his vision going white as intense pleasure consumed him. For a long moment, he remained rooted to the spot, chest heaving as he caught his breath.

Then reality came crashing back in. What the hell had he done? Guilt and shame washed over him as he realized the depths of his betrayal. You trusted him, and here he was, spying on you in such an intimate moment, using you for his own twisted gratification.

As the last tremors of your climax faded, you slowly opened your eyes, feeling deliciously spent and satisfied. It was only then that you noticed the faint crack of light seeping in from the slightly ajar bedroom door, illuminating the shadowy figure standing just beyond the threshold.

Your gaze snapped up, locking with Matt's wide, guilty eyes. His lips were parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly as if he had just run a marathon. And there, plain as day, was the unmistakable wet patch darkening the front of his sweatpants, the outline of his still-prominent erection clearly visible.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both stunned into silence by the weight of the revelation. Then, as if in slow motion, Matt's hands emerged from his waistband, his face twisting with a mixture of shame and residual lust. "I..."

"I'm sorry," Matt managed to choke out, his voice rough with emotion. "I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have..." He trailed off, unable to find the words to express the depth of his regret and self-loathing.

He took a step back, ready to flee, to escape the condemning judgment he expected to see in your eyes. But something stopped him - perhaps it was the way you looked at him, not with anger or disgust, but with a hunger that mirrored his own.

"I saw you," he whispered, his gaze dropping to the pillow still clutched between your thighs. "I heard you saying my name, and I... I couldn't stop myself." His hand drifted back to his crotch, cupping himself almost involuntarily. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

Your breath caught in your throat at Matt's raw confession, desire warring with trepidation in your chest. This was dangerous territory, crossing lines that could never be uncrossed. Yet the aching need pulsing between your legs urged you forward, drowning out the voice of reason.

Slowly, deliberately, you sat up, letting the pillow fall away as you met Matt's heated gaze. "Show me," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Show me what I do to you."

Matt swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with the motion. Without breaking eye contact, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing them down just enough to free his straining erection. It sprang forth, thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

Your pulse raced as you drank in the sight of Matt's impressive length, your cunt clenching around nothing with renewed desire. Part of you wanted to reach out, to touch, to taste, but you held yourself back, waiting to see how far he would take this forbidden game.

Matt's hand wrapped around his shaft, giving it a slow pump from base to tip. A shudder ran through him at the contact, his head falling back as he let out a low moan. "Fuck, y/n," he panted, his voice strained with need. "The things I want to do to you..."

His hand moved faster, stroking himself with purposeful intent. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with his harsh breaths and bitten-off curses.

Emboldened by Matt's brazen display, you rose from the bed on trembling legs, closing the distance between you with deliberate slowness. His eyes widened as you drew near, his hand faltering in its rhythm as he took in your small frame, your old band t-shirt brushing against your bare thighs and your face flushed and glistening with sweat.

"Touch me," you demanded softly, guiding his free hand under your shirt and to your breast. "I want to feel you."

Matt obliged eagerly, his calloused palm molding to the supple flesh, thumb grazing over the pebbled peak. Electricity zipped through your veins at the contact, stoking the fire burning low in your belly.

Unable to resist any longer, you reached out, wrapping slender fingers around his throbbing cock. Matt groaned gutturally, his hips bucking into your grip as you began to stroke him in tandem with his own movements.

Lost in a haze of lust, Matt surrendered to the exquisite sensations assaulting his senses. Your soft hand on his aching cock, the press of your pert breast against his palm, the intoxicating scent of your arousal filling his nostrils - it was almost too much to bear.

With a growl, he tugged your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside carelessly. His hungry gaze raked over your naked form, drinking in every dip and curve like a man starved. "So fucking beautiful," he rasped, reverent and awestruck.

Lowering his head, he captured one perky nipple between his lips, suckling greedily as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. Your answering moan spurred him on, his free hand sliding down to cup your ass, kneading the firm globe possessively.

Matt's demeanor shifted abruptly, his usual shyness melting away like snow under the summer sun. In its place was a raw, primal dominance that sent shivers racing down your spine.

"On your knees," he commanded, his voice a deep, authoritative rumble. There was no room for argument, no trace of the hesitant boy you knew. This was a man who took what he wanted, and right now, he wanted you.

Obediently, you sank to the floor, your heart pounding in your ears as you gazed up at him through lowered lashes. Matt towered over you, his cock jutting proudly.

"Open your mouth," he growled, fisting a hand in your hair and guiding you closer.

Your lips parted automatically, a thrill of submission coursing through you at Matt's commanding tone. He wasted no time, feeding his thick length past your lips and onto your tongue, groaning at the slick heat enveloping him.

"Fuck, yes," he grunted, setting a punishing pace as he fucked your face with abandon. One hand remained tangled in your hair, holding you steady while the other braced against the wall behind you, his muscles flexing with each powerful thrust.

Saliva dripped down your chin as you struggled to accommodate his girth, your jaw aching with the strain. But the depravity of it all, the sheer wrongness of being used so roughly by your roommate and best friend, only heightened your arousal.

Your muffled moans vibrated around Matt's cock as he continued to use your mouth for his pleasure, his balls slapping against your chin with each brutal snap of his hips. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the intensity, but you didn't dare pull away, submitting wholly to his dominance.

"That's it, take it all," Matt snarled, his voice guttural and rough with lust. "Bein’ such a good girl f’me, aren't you?"

His filthy words sent liquid heat straight to your core, your neglected cunt clenching around emptiness for the umpteenth time tonight. You needed more, craved the feel of him stretching you open, claiming you in the most primal way possible.

As if sensing your desperation, Matt suddenly withdrew, leaving you gasping and bereft.

"Need you so fuckin' bad, been waitin' years for this shit, kid," Matt rasped, his voice dripping with pent-up hunger. Before you could even process his words, he had you lifted off your feet, strong hands gripping your thighs as he tossed you onto the bed like a ragdoll.

You bounced slightly on the mattress, the springs creaking under your combined weight. Matt was on you in an instant, pinning you beneath his larger frame as he forced your legs apart, exposing your dripping sex to his ravenous gaze.

"Christ," he panted, his eyes dark with lust. "fuckin’ dripping baby, look at that, already making such a mess on your bed and i’ve yet to touch you."

Matt wasted no time burying his face between your thighs, his tongue delving deep into your soaked folds without preamble. “Matt! oh-“ You cried out sharply at the sudden intrusion, your back arching off the bed as he lapped at your essence like a man possessed.

"Mmmph, so sweet," he mumbled against your flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating outward. His nose nudged your swollen clit, inhaling deeply as if savoring your unique musk. "Could eat this pretty pussy all day long."

Two thick fingers plunged knuckle-deep into your fluttering hole, pumping in and out at a relentless pace. They curled just so, rubbing mercilessly against that sweet spot inside you, coaxing you towards the edge with ruthless efficiency.

"Oh god, Matt!" you keened, your voice high and breathy with need. Your fingers scrabbled desperately at the sheets beneath you, seeking stability as the intense pleasure threatened to consume you whole. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Your hips bucked wildly, grinding shamelessly against his talented mouth as he worked you over with single-minded focus. The obscene wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your sopping cunt filled the room, mingling with your wanton moans and his guttural groans of satisfaction.

It was filthy, debauched, everything you'd ever fantasized about late at night when you were alone with nothing but your imagination and your trusty vibrator for company.

Matt's tongue swirled around your throbbing clit, flicking rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves until you saw stars. His fingers never ceased their relentless assault, curling and twisting inside you, stroking along your inner walls with practiced precision.

"M’gonna...gonna come!" you sobbed, teetering on the razor's edge of ecstasy. Every muscle in your body pulled taut, quivering with the force of your impending release. "oh my god"

With a triumphant growl, he sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, his fingers pistoning furiously. That was all it took to send you hurtling over the precipice, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave of pure bliss.

As the aftershocks of your climax rippled through you, Matt shifted his position, moving to hover over your trembling form. You could feel the blunt head of his cock nudging insistently at your entrance, smearing the copious juices seeping from your tight hole.

A small puddle of your combined fluids had formed beneath you, staining the sheets with irrefutable evidence of your mutual desire. The musky scent of sex hung heavy in the air.

Matt groaned low in his throat as he rubbed the swollen tip of his cock through your slick folds, coating himself liberally in your essence. The drag of his thick shaft against your sensitive flesh drew another desperate whimper from your lips, your hips canting upwards in silent invitation.

"You're so fuckin' wet for me," he rasped, his voice rough with barely restrained lust. "Bet this tight little cunt is just dyin' to be stretched wide on my cock, isn't she?"

"Yes, please," you breathed, your voice hoarse from screaming his name mere moments ago. " need you inside me, been wanting this for so long..."

Your hands roamed restlessly over his broad shoulders and back, mapping the planes of his muscular body. You could feel the tension thrumming through him, the barely leashed control he was exerting over himself.

"Please, Matt," you whimpered again, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles at the small of his back. "Don't make me beg."

“As much as I’d love to hear that shit,” he huffs out and with a guttural moan, Matt surged forward, bottoming out in one powerful thrust. Your velvety walls clenched greedily around him, drawing him deeper into your welcoming heat.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he panted, his forehead coming to rest against yours as he fought to maintain some semblance of restraint. "So tight, so perfect. Like you were made just for me."

He began to move then, withdrawing almost completely before plunging back in with bruising force. Each snap of his hips drove you further up the bed, the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall in a lewd counterpoint to the obscene squelch of his cock plundering your sopping wet cunt.

The pressure built steadily within you, coiling tighter and tighter with each punishing thrust. Your nails raked down his back, leaving angry red welts in their wake as you clung to him desperately, urging him deeper still.

"Harder-please," you demanded breathlessly, tilting your hips to meet his increasingly erratic strokes. "wanna feel you for days."

Your plea seemed to shatter the last vestiges of his control. With a feral snarl, Matt flipped you over onto your stomach, hauling your ass up into the air. He kicked your legs apart with his knee, opening you up completely to his hungry gaze.

"Gonna ruin this sweet little cunt," he promised darkly, delivering a sharp smack to your upturned rear. "Fill you up 'til you're leakin' with my cum."

"Yes, yes, fuck!" you chanted deliriously, pushing back against him with wild abandon. Each brutal thrust sent sparks of pleasure-pain racing up your spine, stoking the inferno building in your core.

The wet slap of skin on skin echoed obscenely throughout the room, punctuated by your loud cries and his grunts. Sweat dripped down his brow, plastering stray locks of hair to his forehead as he rutted into you like a madman.

"M’close," he bit out through clenched teeth, his movements growing increasingly erratic. "Come with me, baby. Wanna feel this tight pussy milking me dry."

With a strangled cry, you came undone, your release crashing over you like a tsunami. Your walls clamped down vice-like around his pistoning length, rippling along every inch as you rode out the waves of ecstasy.

The sensation proved too much for Matt. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside your cunt. Thick ropes of cum painted your insides, marking you irrevocably as his.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, simply basking in the afterglow as you struggled to catch your breath. Finally, Matt rolled to the side, gathering you close and tucking your head beneath his chin.

"That was...fuck," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your sweat-damp temple. "Best damn snow day of my life."

The two of you lay tangled together, limbs intertwined as you slowly drifted back to reality. The world outside continued to rage, wind howling and snow piling up, but here in the cocoon of Matt's arms, all was warm and peaceful.

As your breathing evened out, you felt a strange sense of contentment wash over you. This was more than just a casual hookup born of opportunity and circumstance - there was a connection here, something real and profound.

Matt seemed to sense it too. He nuzzled into your hair, inhaling deeply as if trying to memorize your scent. "Let me stay tonight," he whispered, his voice soft and vulnerable but this time in a way you'd never heard before. "wanna hold you 'til morning."

A sleepy smile curved your lips as you nodded against his chest. "Stay," you mumbled, already feeling yourself slipping towards slumber. "Wanna wake up with you."

Matt pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his strong arms tightening around you possessively. "Sleep, sweetheart. I got you."

As consciousness faded away, you couldn't remember the last time you'd felt so safe, so cherished. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new uncertainties - but for now, wrapped up in the warmth of Matt's embrace, everything was exactly as it should be.

And you could finally sleep.

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thank you so much to @sturnshood for being my perv!matt in this. i love you sm you have no idea.

i love you guys! i hope you enjoy this as much as i did creating it. :)

-nessa ღ

[mattsgold]

༄ Blurb of Matt using his long fingers…

This contains smut (fingering). Enjoy bc I stopped in the middle of wanking to do bc FAWK?!?

With love and big tits, Rose 🥀

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Your legs were quivering, nearly vibrating on either side of Matt’s shoulders as his broad shoulders kept you open. Screams and cries are echoing through the room, tears of pleasure streaming down your face. “More, I - mmmm,” you cry, clutching onto the bedsheets as Matt’s thrust his fingers inside of you, curling his knuckles to hit the perfect spot that makes your gut knot.

“That’s it, sweetheart, fuckkkkkk,” he smiles sickly, staring at the sight of a creamy liquid forming around the base of his fingers as you cum again.

Even he’s lost count at this point. All he knew was he loved this - seeing you beg for him to make you nothing but a puddle of pleasure to distract you from the stressful week you had. He can make it all go away.

“Think you can give me another, baby?” he husks.

Not-so-confidently, you nod your head. However, the feeling of his fingers plunging back against your sensitive core is already overbearing. You find your hips lifting off the bed, choked cries leaving your mouth as you feel the knot unravel again.

“Awwwww,” Matt coos, lightly massaging your inner thighs as he watches you hiccup for air, “-so sensative you can’t even last a minute, hm?” he teases. However, he feels a little bad when he sees you pouting at the statement, everything starting to feel so overbearing that you no longer can separate any sort of feeling coherently.

Kissing on your knee, he carefully massages your legs, trying to urge them to relax. “Hey, I’m just teasin’ - you did so good for me. So good, m’kay?”

His eyes stare into yours intensely. You find yourself nodding shyly, a boost of pride from his praise.

Your legs are still vibrating. Matt can’t help but grin as he kisses along your tense muscles. And even though it’s not the same thing as before, this is still his way of taking care of you - his way of making sure you can truly let go and just feel good.

“Wanna take a bath now? Get you all cleaned up?” he offers.

The soft tone of his voice contrasts the faux sympathy from just minutes ago. But you love it. You feel so at peace. You don’t have to worry about a thing, not when you have him - always taking care of you.

[mattsgold]

hold me, console me

word count: 0.1k

summary: your ex boyfriend, matt, comforts you after yet another man breaks your heart

warnings: angst, mentions of death, you’re schizophrenic :)

a/n: i wrote this while walking to my first class so it’s probably shit because i am still half asleep. i was just listening to no one noticed and the idea just popped up into my head so… yeah! just a small drabble cause i wanted to post something! enjoy!

toodles {lovers} :)

“matt can you stay?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked up at the boy. another guy had once again broken your heart and once again, he was the one to comfort you.

“you know i can’t.” he says, running his hand through your hair in an attempt to try and ease you. that’s how these things always went. he’d come over, console you, whisper sweet nothings into your ear, tell you that that man didn’t deserve you, and then he’d leave without a trace.

he was like a ghost. the very next morning, you’d wake up and look around, questioning if you had hallucinated it all, maybe it was a dream, or maybe he really did comfort you. but then you’d remember, he died last year

nini’s stamp of approval ♡︎

[mattsgold]

“𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 yeah?” you did your best at nodding. matts hand was placed on the back of your head, the other holding his cock, slowly easing the length into your mouth.

you always struggle sucking his dick, it is so big compared to your mouth. his tip touched the back of your throat, making you gag “i’m sorry sweetie, ‘i go to deep?” you felt embarrassed, almost half of his cock was in your mouth and that’s it, but you were honest with him anyway, you didn’t want to lie “mhm” you hummed around him.

“i won’t do it again, okay?” you nod to the best of your abilities “if i go too deep again, just tap my thigh and I’ll stop, okay angel?” you acknowledged that you understood before he started slowly thrusting in and out of your mouth.

so far, it was just enough that you could take “fuck baby, ‘love your little mouth so much” you stared up at him with your big, glossy, doe eyes as you sat on your knees in front of him.

it didn’t take long before tears started to drip from your eyes as you repeatedly tapped his thigh “shit- m’sorry baby, i didn’t even realize” he took an inch out of your mouth “can i keep going now angel” you gave him the go ahead before he continued.

he is handling you so carefully, and slow, making sure not to hurt you “daddy’s good little girl, hm?” your arousal pools in your panties, you grind your hips down, looking for some kind of friction.

“ ‘give you somethin’ after this, alright? ‘give you whatever you want. my fingers, my cock, my mouth?..” he could see the excitement in your eyes “it won’t be too much longer angel, m’ gettin’ close”

you moaned around him, desperate for him to relieve the strong ache between your legs. luckily for you, the vibrations from your noise triggered his orgasm “god baby- m’cumming” his warm cum fills your mouth, he rides out his high before pulling out “you need to spit it out or are you gonna swallow?” he grabbed the plastic cup next to him, holding it in front of you.

you let the liquid drip out of your mouth and into the cup “there you go” he grabs the towel, wiping your mouth. “it’s your turn now angel”

© luvs4matt

heavily inspired by @stvrnioloslvt post HERE (i got permission by them to do this, i did not steal the idea!)

— careful with his angel , dilf!matthew sturniolo

[mattsgold]

Kitty and Matt

yes. yeah.

[mattsgold]

how are chris and bun and matt and kitty celebrating valentine’s day !!?? 💝💌

i feel like chris ain’t getting bun SHIT all she’s gonna get is dicked down😭but i feel like bun would wanna make chris a cute little basket just because she purely would enjoy doing something like that (maybe her and kitty would make them together :3)

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VDAY FOR MATT AND KITTY. matt is definitely taking kitty to dinner, but not before he drives her to get her hair and nails done !! after that, matt's taking them both to a hotel for some much needed alone time from the frat. the hotel bed will be covered in rose petals and red balloons, scented candles are placed around the bathtub that they'll get in together before kitty gives matt the ride of his life like he deserves.

VDAY FOR CHRIS AND BUN. i fear not much is really happening... chris is 100% not celebrating vday like that. he'll definitely dick her down but gifts ? absolutely not. bun however would get something !! even if its some chocolates or she makes a little basket for treats, but unfortunately vday for them isn't celebrated like that.

[mattsgold]

nerd!matt giving brat!reader head

100 follower special !!

warnings… oral (f receiving), matt the munch, soft dom!matt, swearing, slight degrading, hair pulling?, edging, pet names

my first actual smut fic, mb if its ass but enjoy

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“so if a dataset has a mean of 50 and a standard deviation of 5, what percentage of the data falls within one standard deviation of the mean?” matt asks.

you groan as you fling your head back. “matt c’mon, we’re not gettin’ anywhere with this”

“alright jus’ this one question.” matt says as he acknowledges your whines. matt was smart, like really smart, and it was noticeable to anybody who saw him.

the collared shirt, big glasses, and the awkward persona were enough to give it away.

“matt” you complain. “we’ve been at this for hours… can we just wrap it up? my brain isnt working anymore.”

“c’mon sweetheart…just a couple more questions, we’ve almost finished reviewing this unit.” he said, trying to get you to cram for your exam tomorrow.

“ugh fine. one more question” you say, only agreeing because, truly, how could you say no to him?

minutes pass and all you begin to think about is the growing heat between your legs.

you uncomfortably try to adjust your legs to make it stop, but nothing works. you start to zone out, your mind racing with all the things the man in front of you should be doing.

sure, you’ve noticed how stunning matt is, i mean you are “dating” him.

you look around his dorm to try and find anything else to focus on.

but his messy hair, shirt pulled up to see his veiny arms, and the raspy voice were enough to make a woman go wild.

“hellooo? y/n?” matt calls, causing you to snap out of your trance. “hey?” you respond.

“i asked you a question- you’re not listening are you.” he realizes.

“matt ‘m sorry, but i just don’t understand this and i’m so tired” you whine.

“sweetheart, you have your exams tomorrow. if you don’t revise and study you won’t do your best on it.” he warns.

he knew you weren’t the smartest person, well at least not compared to him, but he knew that it was probably your daddy’s money that got you a spot at a prestigious university.

“just two more-” he starts, but notices the pout on your face and your crossed legs and chuckles.

“oh sweetheart, you couldn’t even wait ten minutes for us to finish this?” he says, mumbling a small ‘pathetic’ before moving closer to you.

“please matt” you whine.

“please what?” he smiles, his hand on your knee.

“pl-please touch me” you pout, knowing he wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“oh, you poor thing” he coos with faux sympathy laced on his tongue.

he rubs a hand up and down your knee, your plaid skirt you wore to tease him now sliding up your thighs.

“fuck- matt don’t tease…” you mewl, your arousal now practically dripping in between your legs.

he smirked at you, loving the way you reacted to the slightest touch and the simplest of words.

“take this off f’me, yeah?” he basically whispers, running his hand over your skirt.

you do just that as he points over to the bed. “sit” he commands.

you’re now sitting at the edge of the bed in your baby blue lingerie, waiting for matt to touch you.

he gets down on his knees, slowly kissing your now slightly shaking thighs.

your pussy aches for this man, wanting him to just touch you.

he slowly takes off your panties, disregarding them on the floor as he softly spreads open your legs.

he wraps your thighs around his head, looking up at you with those submissive ass eyes.

“matt- please i need you” you beg, your fingers intertwined in his brown locks.

he smiles at the amount of power he has over you, kissing your pussy before slowly licking your clit.

you slightly moan at the sudden pleasure, your mouth agape.

he continues this subtle yet effective movement, earning more and more moans from you.

he begins to lap his tongue around your hole, causing you to grab his hair.

his tongue moves faster and faster as your hips buck against his tongue.

“y’like that sweetie?” matt asks, moving his tongue faster (if possible.)

“oh fuck- yes matt” you whine, your brain foggy. “m’gonna cum”

“ah ah ah” he tuts, stopping his movements. “i’ll tell you when you can come doll”

this only made you whine more, since you were used to getting your way.

“f-fuck matt… i can’t take it” “oh but yes you can doll. you practically begged for it, you’re gonna take it.” he commands.

you were a moaning mess on his bed. eyes rolled to the back of your head, legs shaking, and your hands gripping at matts hair in an attempt to make him go faster.

“h-holy shit” you moan. “please i need to cum”

“hmm… have you been good?” he asks.

“yes… please matt” you groan.

“atta girl, cum on my tongue babydoll” matt’s words, tongue, hands travelling your body, and piercing blue eyes were enough to send you over the edge.

you felt your body relax and the knot in your stomach snap as you released your arousal on his tongue.

“this gonna help you ace your exam tomorrow?” matt asks jokingly, as you playfully smack his shoulder.

tessa’s notes… THANK YOU ALL FOR 100 FOLLOWERS !!! i truly didn’t know how fast i could grow over the span of 3 months, but you all made it happen and i’m so grateful for every single one of you💋. guys i literally HATEEE writing smut so i do apologize if it’s terrible, js wanted to try smth different to express my gratitude for all of you !!!

[mattsgold]

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Holy fuck…” Matt groans, throwing himself face down on his bed, right next to where you lay. He’d been out at meetings for new merch ideas all day while you sat at home worry free.

“What’s goin’ on?” You didn’t even have to ask, poor boy was stressed out. You shift your weight on the mattress, rubbing comforting circles on his back.

“Stupid people, never listening to us.” He mumbles into the plush surface. The three of them left at 10am and it was now 5pm. Seven whole hours of meetings. Not only was he stressed but most definitely exhausted too.

Matt rolls onto his back, closing his eyes and letting you soothingly scratch at his scalp. “We deadass told them we didn’t want that design but the team insisted! And it’s god awful ugly y/n. Horrific.” He rolls his eyes at the memory, voice laced with frustration.

“I’m sorry baby… anything I can do to help?” you offer, as if going to the building downtown and telling off their management would be any help.

He thinks for a moment before speaking up. “Yeah, actually…” Matt turns his head to you, a devilish smirk painted on his face. You raise a brow at him, having an idea of what could come of this whole situation. “Strip for me.” He states, moving to the edge of the bed.

Without a fight, you stand in front of Matt, undressing yourself piece by piece. His eyes glued to your body as you do so.

“So fuckin’ sexy…” Matt growls, pulling you onto his lap. Wrapping your manicured nails around his neck, he wastes no time attacking your lips in a searing kiss. His hands roaming down to cup your ass, he begins to rock you against his denim clad thigh.

“M-Matt…” you whine against his lips, your bare pussy leaving a wet spot on the fabric beneath you. Matt only hums in response, trailing harsh kisses down your jaw and right behind your ear.

“Gonna let me take my stress out on you?” He purrs in your ear, his breath tickling your skin. Matt bucks his hips up, letting you feel just how aroused he is.

You intensify your grinding, searching for any sort of friction you can. The feeling of his jeans against your clit being pure ecstasy. He doesn’t let you continue for too long though.

Flipping you over, he climbs on top of you. Simultaneously pulling his shirt off and tossing it on the floor. Continuing to place wet kisses on your bare skin, he’s slowly making his way down to your heat, his nails gripping your thighs with vulgar intent.

“Mhm, so wet f’me already…” Matt’s voice tantalizing as he runs his index finger through your folds. He peers up at you, almost as if he’s seeking approval from you. When you meet his eyes with desperation, Matt doesn’t waver.

His tongue darts out, licking at your clit which causes you to arch your back off of the mattress. When he notices, he decides to add a finger into your sopping wet pussy, slowly stretching you out for his cock.

With vigorous flits of the tongue and his digits pumping in and out of you, you’re nearly already there. Your fingers grasping at his brunette strands in attempt to strengthen the pleasure.

“F-fuck…! Need your cock Matt…” your words are strung together in broken moans, Matt laps at your clit once more before hovering above you again. He fumbles with his jeans, speedily unzipping them, he wiggles the denim off of his body, followed by his briefs.

“How bad you need it, princess?” He teases, one hand stroking his already hard dick in preparation. The other hand holding him up above you.

“Don’t make me beg,” you pout, despite you words, you find yourself spreading your legs further apart. Matt chuckles, running his dick through your slick, eliciting a whimper from you.

Finally, he pushes himself inside of you, slowly stretching out your gummy walls at which you both moan. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, sure to leave crescent shaped imprints later.

“Shit- so perfect… pussy was made for me.” Matt croaks, his thrusts starting off slow, allowing you to adjust to his size. He leans down, placing a chaste kiss to your lips before he quickens his pace. Now standing on the hardwood floor, his rough hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as Matt fucks himself into you.

The sound of skin slapping against skin and your echoed moans bounce off of the walls of Matt’s bedroom. Your eyes pinch shut from pleasure, Matt taking in the sight of you spread out on his silk sheets.

“Look at you, my girl…” he continues to praise you, talk you through it. You’re a babbling mess beneath him, his cock ghosting your cervix with each brutal thrust. He pulls out, hastily flipping you over.

Instinctually, you arch your back, showing off your ass as your face is buried into one of his few pillows. It doesn’t take long for Matt to slip himself back inside of you. Now, his pace even faster than before— if even possible. Matt snakes a hand around your throat, gripping onto it as if to steady himself.

“Gonna- gonna cum!” You yelp, now squeezing your palms around his pillow. Matt doesn’t verbally respond to your words, instead, his hips move with vigor. Long, deep thrusts into your pussy. He can feel you tightening around him he knows you’re approaching your limit, though, he doesn’t care.

Your walls clench around his cock, squeezing him tight. You can feel the knot in your stomach— it’s about to snap in half. Your lewd moans are muffled by his pillow as your body shudders with each of your boyfriends thrusts.

Your body falls weak against his bed. Matt still slamming into you and he didn’t plan on stopping until he got his fix. He looks down at where the two of you are connected, his now cum coated base disappearing inside of you as slams your hips back toward his.

“Fuck- I can’t… sh-shit,” you mumble into the plush fabric. You could most definitely go for another round, maybe even two more rounds. It felt so fucking good. You didn’t want him to stop.

“Yes you can, I’ve- mm… fuck- I’ve seen you go longer.” He grunts between moans, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail. Matt continues his intense thrusts, not once slowing down.

Matt had rendered you speechless. The euphoric high from your previous orgasm still washing over you, the few coherent words you’re able to speak are nonsense.

“Got you fucked dumb? Look at you, all stupid on my dick. You love it baby.” Matt snickered, his own climax approaching. “Talk t’me, angel. Feel good?” He continues, in response, you reach behind you, grasping his wrists. “Feels fucking perfect for me- shit, you want me to cum in you?”

Given your current state, you’re shocked at the fact that Matt is even able to form complete sentences. Your grip on his wrists tightens and you whimper out a weak ‘yes’. Matt pulls you upward so you’re kneeling on the bed, your back against his chest.

He forces your head toward his own, connecting the two of you with a kiss. Matt whimpers against your lips, both of you feeling his cock twitch inside of you, his thrusts becoming sloppy and inconsistent.

“Gonna fill you up so…fucking good…” he moans into your mouth. Prodding himself as deep as he can, you feel thick ropes of his cum shoot inside of you. The both of you panting and breathless from your interaction.

“Shit…” you sigh, Matt’s now softening cock still buried in your hole. He leans down, placing a sweet kiss on your shoulder.

“Always so good for me.” Matt chirps, his hands resting on your hips. You pull off of him, your juices and his dripping down the inside of your thighs.

“C’mon, gonna get you cleaned up.” Matt stands, offering his hand for you. “Feel much, much better now. Just letting you know.” He smirks, slapping your ass when you get off the bed.

“Mhm… glad I could help ‘ya.” You giggle, leaning up on your toes for yet another kiss.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[mattsgold]

𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

Headcannons with Obsessive!Matt and Doll!Reader. Read at your own discretion - includes SFW and NSFW.

01: Following you like a lost puppy…

Matt can’t help it. He's addicted to the way you breathe practically. The scent that flows from your hair is intoxicating, the feeling of your soft skin on his lips always so hypnotizing. 

Your hair is bouncing with each step as you walk around the kitchen. Matt can’t help but get distracted with the emails he was supposed to be replying to, especially when he sees you walk to the hallway, your body disappearing past the corner. “Baby?” he questions, not wasting a second before screeching the chair backward, using a slight jog to catch up to you. 

You laugh while laying your hand on the knob - the bathroom door. “Matt, I’m just gonna do my skincare, I’ll be back out in a couple minutes,” you laugh, walking in and starting to pile products from the drawer out onto the counter.

Matt doesn’t care. He shakes his head, waltzing into the bathroom and leaning his head down on your shoulder, his hands wrapping lowly around your hips. “Can I watch?” he asks. 

You know he’s serious. Even though it’s the same routine he’s watched countless times, he always wants to stand behind you, complimenting you as he stares at you taking care of yourself - a task that makes him so utterly content. 

02:  Can’t seem to care as long as he has you…

Social anxiety was something the two of you had bonded over, neither of you were very content with the idea of PDA to begin with, but Matt couldn’t seem to care about what others thought sometimes. He just wanted to touch you. It felt like a burden to hold himself back, he couldn’t help but let everything else fade away while he focused on showering you with love.

The conversation had been humming in his ears. He was only directing his attention to how soft your hand felt in his, kissing along your knuckles as his heart swelled with anticipation from the sheer thought of going home, having you all to himself. 

“Matt,” you laugh, nudging him with an uncomfortable laugh. 

You love how much he craves you, but the thought of everyone seeing such an intimate act is making your chest thump with a harsh drum. 

Pouting, he spares one last kiss before setting your hand down, still holding onto it tightly as he starts to trace shapes on the back of your palm. “-’m sorry, Doll. I just…can’t help it sometimes,” he sighs. 

He looks up at you with a sullen expression. You spare him a sympathetic smile, leaning and pressing a kiss to his cheek - an act of affection that makes his face curl with a grin. 

“We’ll go home soon, then I’m all yours, okay?” you blush, the slight stain of your lip gloss on his cheek reminding you of the unfamiliar action that you had compulsively acted on. He just looked so…cute. You want him to know you appreciate him, you want him to feel your love too.

Matt sighs, licking over his lips as his eyes sparkle with excitement. “Okay.” he breathes, his cheeks flushing as he thinks of being alone with you, having you all to himself. He can’t seem to care about the rest of the conversation, all he can focus on is how bad he misses giving you his affection. 

03:  He wants to hold you anyway he can…

Being as close as possible calms something untouchable within him. Matt needs to feel your skin on his, but he wants to know you feel safe and secure. The bedroom is no different.  No matter what position or pace, he’s always holding you. 

“Fuckkkk, that’s it - good fuckin’ girl, I - mmmm,” he hums, cradling the back of your head as he pulls you into the crook of his neck. His body hovers over yours in missionary, your thighs quivering as he plunges himself inside of you over and over again, his lips falling open with a rough groan as he feels your warmth suck him in deep. 

Your hands claw at his back, the overwhelming sensation of euphoria building in your gut makes your body writhe, your moans and warm breath fanning across his neck as he keeps a steady rhythm. 

“Matt - m - ‘m gon - close…” 

He knows what you’re trying to say. Your walls are pulsing around his length, each thrust getting harder to pull out as you nearly trap him inside of you.

“Shit,” he whines as you start to cry out, the high washing over you feeling so immensely pleasurable, so inescapable. “-keep suckin’ me in - justttt like that, just like that,” he husks, his fingers massaging into your scalp as he feels your nails scratch against his shoulders, the loud cry pursing through your lips swelling him with pride as he comforts you through the high.

It feels so good to be so close. 

It may be obsessive, but it’s love. 

[mattsgold]

YUMMY

tie, a matt sturniolo blurb

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lewd squelches and passionate moans echoed in matt's bathroom, a clear telltale of what was happening to anybody who might have walked right by it. you didn't care, you really couldn't bring your mind to think about anything else beside your handsome boyfriend in front of you with his hair dishevelled, his white botton down shirt hanging open on his shoulders, giving you a clear view of your little art project – his perfectly pale skin covered in red lipstick, your kisses smudged everywhere on his chest and neck. could anyone really blame you? how could you resist him when he came through the door looking fine like that, his whole demeanor inspiring wild thoughts in your head?

what you loved the most, though, was how starved he was for you too. so it shouldn't have been a surprise when he picked you up from the couch, dragged you to the bathroom and put you down on the counter. one thing led to another and that's how you ended up in this position, with your own shirt tugging loose on your shoulders, your legs wrapped snuggly around matt's waist, pushing him deeper inside you with every thrust. but the most interesting detail of your little quickie was his crazy expensive dior tie wrapped around your own neck which he pulled as he pleased, whenever he pleased, making your eyes flutter shut as the pressure briefly cut the air from your lungs, light-headedness taking a hold of you.

you whimpered, head thrown back as your boyfriend tugged at the tie again, mumbling in your ear "feels good? y're being so good, such a good girl for daddy, yeah?", his cock slowly dragging in and out your gummy walls.

you moaned again, unable to form a coherent sentence, feeling high off the pleasure. "here, baby," he whispered, slipping two fingers inside your mouth, the cold metal of his rings pressing down on your tongue. "can't risk the guys hearing, mh?"

matt looked at you with a smirk planted on his lips as you obediently took his fingers in your mouth and sucked on them, pleased with your fucked out state. "can't even speak, baby? getting dumb on my dick, yeah?" he chuckled darkly, then whispered "so cute" before taking his fingers out of your mouth, letting go of the tie as his hand wrapped around your neck, pounding into you hard and fast while you came with a loud scream all over his cock, soon followed by his own release.

"oh fuck," he groaned, feeling your walls squeezing and milking him dry. "this tie definitely got you going, baby."

© stvrnioloslvt

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ও a.n: HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIIIT THIS SHIT IS MAKING ME CRAZY I NEED THIS MF LIKE NOW (chris ver)

[mattsgold]

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝜗𝜚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 you're left stranded after a rough night under the lights with no one to turn to — except your old friend with benefits whom you haven't heard from in years.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: semi dom!matt x fem!reader, SMUT, plot, mentions of sexual harassment, adult language, unprotected creampie!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.7k!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hiii, first matt fic! i just re-watched zola and showgirls so i was inspired by those movies. on a more important note, i can’t believe all the love y’all have been showing for my page and my other works, i love you all SO so much 💋 also, didn’t proofread and let’s just pretend uber doesn’t exist in this. anyway, enjoy!

storming into the dressing room, the click of your eight inch stilettos echoed against the tiled floor. your manager trailed closely behind, both of you wearing expressions of irritation and frustration.

“c’mon, i can’t control everyone who walks through those doors and you know that.” your manager argued as you couldn’t help but ignore him and his empty promises. for the third consecutive week, you voiced your concerns about the ongoing harassment both you and the other girls were enduring.

smoke wafted through the room as you reached your locker. gripping the heart-shaped padlock, your calf muscles flexed as you balanced on one heel, struggling to remove the stiletto pleaser from your other foot.

“it’s bullshit, you never have our back out there” you shouted, the tension thick in the air as the other girls watched through the reflection of the hollywood mirrors, getting ready silently. the bass of the club speakers muffled through the walls as your manager lazily leaned against the lockers next to yours in silence. “i’m not gonna keep risking my safety for a couple bucks while you sit back and count your cut” you continued, finally kicking your heel off as you began to work on the other.

he rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the lockers, defensively spreading his arms. “i can’t predict how these assholes are gonna act after a few drinks.” he argued unenthusiastically. “and besides, you knew what you signed up for.” he added as you stopped in your tracks.

“what i signed up for?” you turned to face him briefly as your eyes narrowed “i don’t remember ‘tolerating sexual harassment’ being in the fucking contract” you spat, fiddling with the combination before slamming your locker door open. you shoved your duffle bag out and tossed it onto the bench, throwing your heels inside as you pulled out your cover-ups.

your manager rolled his eyes, unsure how to respond to your statement “we pay you to dance, not complain” he retorted dismissively. “and trust me, there’s plenty of other girls who would kill to have your spot” he snapped, watching as you zipped up your jacket over your chest.

with your bag slung over your shoulder, you pulled the hood of your jacket over your hair and closed the locker with a bang. "they can have it” you yelled in his face as he stood there pathetically. you shoved past him, leaving him behind to face the silent stares in the mirrors.

“oh, fuck off!” your manager shouted after you, turning to head back out to the floor.

“fuck you!” you shot back, louder, letting the exit door slam shut behind you.

sitting down on the damp pavement, you wiped away the tears that had finally boiled over. resting against the wall, you sat at the back of the club as music continued to seep out of the building. immediately unlocking your phone, the brightness of the screen illuminated your face in the night, the light casting a revealing glow on your clenched jaw and watery eyes.

scrolling through your contacts, you tried nearly every other one. after six straight voicemails, you desperately scrolled through every name, almost making your way to the end of the alphabetized list. you finally reached M, reading over names that you haven’t heard from since high school, and some even longer ago.

Matthew Sturniolo, you read the name over in your head, looking at the screen through blurry vision and tear laden eyelashes. the last time you saw matt, he was between your thighs in the backseat of his car, years ago. shaking your head, you continued to scroll through the list, knowing no one would pick up at this hour.

scrolling back up, you found yourself lingering in the M section once more, your eyes pausing briefly over his name. you knew matt had always been a night owl, nearly staying up until the sun peeked through the blinds and sleeping in until the afternoon. hopefully, that hadn’t changed over these last few years.

hovering the pad of your thumb over his contact, you anxiously tugged at your bottom lip as you contemplated for a moment. you two were always friends before adding the benefits, after all. it wouldn’t be weird, right?

“fuck” you groaned, finally pressing on his number, you felt your stomach drop at the sound of the line ringing. holding the phone up to your ear, you pressed your finger over the other to drown out the music spilling from inside of the building.

you waited anxiously between each ring, your leg impulsively starting to shake beneath you. finally, the sound of the call connected as you held your breath, unsure of what to say after all this time.

“hello?” a voice echoed on the other end of the line. your head propped up as you wiped a tear away from beneath your eyes. “hey, matt” you cleared your throat and managed a smile while your leg continued to shake restlessly.

“what’s up? is everything alright?” his voice, tinged with a slight lisp from his invisalign, carried a concerned tone. you looked around the dark alleyway that you had hid in plenty of times before, sitting beneath the overhead light of the back door. “how’ve you been?” he asked after a small pause.

“i’ve been alright. how ‘bout you?” you asked as you pulled your legs closer to your chest, feeling the rough concrete scratch against your skin.

after a brief exchange, he finally interrupted, the same concern still evident in his voice. "is everything okay?" he asked again, as it was nearing two in the morning. although it had been years since you last talked, this time of night was usually when one of you would reach out to the other to come over, so the familiarity lingered.

“well, i’m calling because i have a really huge favor to ask” you whispered quietly, your voice trailing out. “ahhh” he laughed over the line, as you shook your head. “not that kind of favor, matthew” you smiled, aimlessly tugging at the fabric of your clothes while you spoke.

“i just had to leave work and no one’s answering my calls. i was just wondering if you would possibly be able to come pick me up?” your voice lifted, desperate for just one positive response

“if not, i totally understand though.” you added, breaking the silence that followed your question. you heard him shift around on the other end, a quiet gulp came through the speaker as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“yeah, for sure, send me your location. are you alright?” he asked with urgency as you rolled your head back against the brick wall in relief, closing your eyes. “yeah, everything’s fine.” you cleared your throat once more. “i’ll send you a pin, thank you so much, matt.” you thanked him generously, before hanging up the phone.

be there in fifteen.

you glanced at the notification appearing on your screen, a smile spreading on your lips at the words. you were relieved to finally just go home, but also excited to see matt after so many years.

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you sat on the stoop of the doorway with the hood of your jacket still covering your hair as bright head lights finally cut through the dark alley. standing to your feet, you watched as matt pulled up to the back door. taking the handle between your fingers, you waited for him to unlock the car before slipping inside as you were hit with the subtle smell of his cologne, triggering a wave of forgotten memories.

attempting to smooth over the years that turned you into strangers, you put on your warm customer service persona to ease through the potential awkwardness. “hey” you greeted with a smile, settling into the passenger seat and taking in matt's appearance. he had clearly matured over the years. while he had obviously been a good looking boy back in high school, this was a different matthew altogether now.

his hair was much longer, brown curls brushing over his eyes instead of being pushed out of his face, as they used to be. in the glow of the overhead lights, you noticed the stubble beginning to form a scruffy beard, framing his jawline. your eyes flickered down his shoulder, scanning over the arm full of tattoos on display out from beneath the black short sleeve he was wearing.

“what’s up kid” he greeted as your eyes snapped back up to his, a smirk playing on his lips. “look who came running back” he joked, immediately breaking the tension as you pulled the seatbelt over your chest. “oh shut up” you rolled your eyes as he laughed out, gripping the stick shift between his hand. the overhead light dimmed out as he shifted gears to put the car in drive again.

“in all seriousness, thank you so much again, you’re a life saver.” you couldn’t stop thanking him, as you were starting to think no one else would bother to pick up the phone, let alone an old fling you haven’t spoken to in years.

“no worries, as long as you get home safe.” he replied. warmth rushed to your chest at his concern, as he clearly was the only one who truly cared about your safety all night.

he began to drive out of the dark alley, passing by the night life spilling out from the clubs lining the street. every now and then you gave him directions to get to your apartment, leaving you two in the silence of his music between every sentence.

“i didn’t know you worked at showgirls” he broke the silence after a few minutes, glancing over at you as he spoke. he rested one hand on his lap, gripping the steering wheel with his left. you forced a laugh, nodding your head as you looked over at him leaned back in the driver’s seat. your eyes tracing the tattoos on his arm illuminated by passing freeway lights. you studied his face, searching for the right words to reply "yeah, i’ve been dancing there for a few months now. livin’ the dream, i guess," you joked half-heartedly, another laugh escaping your lips.

he chuckled softly, furrowing his eyebrows as he glanced at you before returning his attention to the road. "what do you mean?" he asked sincerely. you shook your head, glancing out at the downtown skyline wrapped around both sides of the freeway.

“let’s just say the customers aren’t exactly stand-up guys” you choked over your words, clearing your throat as you tried not to let yourself get flustered from the night you just had.

matt shook his head as you heard his grip on the leather steering wheel get tighter, his fingers wrapping tensely around it. "sorry ‘bout that. i shouldn't have asked" he said quietly, his free hand hovering near your thigh before gripping the stick shift instead.

“no, it’s okay” you mumbled. “go ahead and take the exit right here” you sat up, pointing to the right as he followed your instructions.

pulling into an empty spot in front of your apartment, you started to unbuckle your seat belt before turning to face him, your hood still shadowing your face. "thank you, matt. i know i keep saying it but i seriously can’t thank you enough" you joked, as he shifted the car into park.

he chuckled at your sincerity, shaking his head. "don't mention it, really" he reassured, now shifting his gaze to you as his eyes scanned your face.

you adjusted in your seat to pull your bag over your shoulder, taking the door handle beneath your fingers before stopping to look at him again, genuinely contemplating what you were about to say next.

“hey, would you wanna come inside for a little? just to properly catch up?” you asked, meeting his gaze as he was already staring at you. his eyebrows raised slightly as he hesitated, letting a laugh roll off of his lips. “i’d love to come inside” he mumbled as a grin twisted farther up his lips while you laughed quietly at the purposeful ambiguity behind his words. “get your mind out of the gutter.” you muttered through a laugh.

“y’know what, don’t worry. it’s so late, i’m sure you’re tired.” you shook your head before turning back to the door.

“no” he cut you off, adjusting his hair between his fingers and twisting the keys out of the ignition. "i'm kidding. i was just gonna go home and get back on the game anyways" he reassured, quickly unbuckling his seat belt.

finally stepping out of the car, you walked up the steps towards your apartment with him following closely behind.

pushing open your door, you let matt follow inside before closing it behind him. he shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, scanning the apartment that was decorated exactly as he had expected.

“make yourself at home” you smiled, looking over at him to soothe the tension as he stood in his place. he nodded his head, sitting down on the end of your couch, spreading his arms out across the back.

“do you want anything to drink?” you asked, placing your bag down on the counter as you walked around to the kitchen to grab yourself something. “i’m alright, thanks” he replied, still looking at the belongings that decorated your living room.

pulling the hood from over your head, matt stared as you walked in his direction, finally taking in all of your features. you always looked so goddamn perfect, even with the tear stains that slightly smudged your makeup now. although, he hadn't noticed, just as he'd never noticed any of the flaws you used to criticize yourself for back in high school.

sitting down on the other end of the couch, you adjusted your jacket and pulled your shorts down, to conceal any sign of your stage outfit as if he hadn’t seen almost every inch of your body beforehand.

you smiled at him looking back at you, as you finally scanned over his face in the light. “what?” he chuckled nervously at your silence, his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips.

“look at you, you’re all grown up” you cooed sarcastically. he smiled before crossing his arms over his chest, shaking his head. “i’m like nine months older than you kid” he teased with a grin. laughing at his comment, you inched closer on the couch as you found comfort in his presence.

“i mean you look handsome, matthew” you complimented him to ease the silence. “you do too” he followed his words before shaking his head “not handsome, but pretty" he quickly corrected himself, stumbling over his statement as you laughed. "I know what you meant, thank you” you smiled, acknowledging that your presence somehow made him nervous behind that ego all over again.

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you two continued to sit and reminisce on the couch for some time, laughing over old memories and catching up as both of you began to loosen up as if nothing had ever changed.

“hey i know you’re driving, but would you want to stay and have a drink or anything? you could sleep in the guest room, if you want.” you offered, as the two of you had moved closer on the couch throughout the night, slowly closing the gap between you. “sleepover?” you gushed sarcastically, raising your eyebrows.

he thought for a moment before shaking his head “nah, it’s alright, i don’t wanna make it weird or anything” he laughed, looking down at his hands.

“no, it wouldn’t be weird! we could get breakfast or something in the morning too, if you’re free.” you smiled, standing to your feet to walk towards the kitchen.

you hadn’t noticed your cloth shorts creeping their way up your body, as you two had talked, now exposing the creases between your ass and thighs as you walked.

matt looked you over as you had your back turned to him, his eyes making their way down your body and across your ass as you leaned over the kitchen counter. god, everything down to the way you walked drove him crazy. he felt his eyes widen as his heart started to race, the blood in his veins now working it’s way down somewhere else.

“yeah, why not” he choked over his words, trying to speak over the knot starting to form in his throat. he found himself struggling to concentrate on your voice now drowning out in his head.

he felt the blood quickly rush to his cock as it stiffened beneath his sweats. adjusting in his seat, he tried to tuck himself beneath the waistband of his pants as your back was still turned to him. he looked around your couch for pillows, as they all had conveniently been moved to the other side. “fuck” he muttered beneath his breath as his leg began to shake anxiously, hoping either you wouldn’t notice the bulge in his waistband or it would somehow subside in the next few seconds.

“what was that?” you asked, turning to face him now with a stirred drink in one hand and a beer in the other. immediately your eyes shifted down to the tent in his sweats before quickly shooting back up to his face, hoping he didn’t notice the shift in your gaze.

sitting on the couch, you placed his drink down on the coffee table before looking him over again. you couldn’t help but quickly sneak a peek down at the bulge once more behind the martini glass on your lips.

“i still got it, i guess” you laughed against the glass, not being able to contain your smart comments as matt had been shooting them back and forth with you all night, taking a sip while looking back up at him. matt shook his head, letting a laugh escape as his head rolled back on the couch, his arms now crossed over his chest while he hissed through his teeth at your words.

“still got it i guess” he mocked your tone, sneering a smile at you as he adjusted the bulge beneath his sweats. shifting his gaze to you, he pushed his crossed arms farther up his chest with a shrug “why don’t you come show me, then?” he teased before raising his eyebrows.

you also raised your eyebrows at his words, placing your martini glass on the coffee table as you sat back to fully look at him in disbelief. “did you really just sit here and play the long game with me this whole time?” you scorned, shaking your head while letting a laugh roll off your lips.

he chuckled quietly, taking your ankle between his hand as he gently tugged your body towards him. “just c’mere already” he joked as you shook your head before adjusting yourself, digging your knees into the couch to crawl over onto matt’s lap. you straddled his legs between yours as you squeezed his shoulders beneath the palms of your hands. his hands naturally moved up your thighs to caress your legs, the metal of his rings sending chills over your skin beneath them as he looked up at you with the grin that had been painted on his lips nearly all night.

you trailed your fingers over his shoulder and down his left arm, tracing the tattoos scattered over his skin. your eyes worked over them as a smile pulled at your lips “i can’t believe you, probably had this on your mind all night” you groaned, rolling your eyes as you couldn’t help but laugh at his efforts. “shhh” he groaned, moving his hand up to grab your jaw as he pulled your lips into his.

he pressed the pad of his thumb into your cheek as you let your eyes close, trailing your hands up to either side of his face to reciprocate the warm kiss. both of you had definitely brushed up on kissing, as evidently you two weren’t dumb teenagers making out in the back of his car anymore.

“matt” you groaned against his lips as he continued to move with yours. “hm?” he hummed out, taking your bottom lip between his teeth, not bothering to stop as neither of you could pull away.

“we shouldn’t” you whispered, finally gathering the strength to break from the kiss as you scanned over his features. caressing his face, your thumbs traced down across the stubble framing his jaw to rub over his earrings, your gaze still lingering over his hungry eyes.

"shhh, sweetheart," he mumbled, almost pained, shaking his head as he tried to press his lips against yours to gently quiet you once more. you shook your head, pulling back to push off his chest, gazing down at him.

“strip for me like you do on that little stage, yeah?” matt groaned, tilting his head back as he briefly swiped his tongue flat against his top teeth, looking at you with nothing but lust glossing over his eyes.

at this point, you couldn’t deny him and his efforts anymore as the mere sound of his voice had you over the edge. leaning back on his lap, you reached your hand up to press your fingers over the zipper of your jacket before slowly pulling it down over your chest. you tugged the fabric off, letting it roll down your shoulders as it hit the floor. beneath your sweater, you were wearing a tiny red triangle bikini that barely covered your nipples poking through the fabric.

matt’s eyes trailed down to your chest as you took the bottom of the bikini top between your fingers, pulling it up over your chest as your perky tits tugged out beneath the material. tossing it on the couch, your hands made their way back around the sides of his neck as you looked down at him. he took in every inch of your body like he hadn’t already memorized it perfectly, trailing his fingers up the sides of your torso. he leaned forward, pressing a kiss between your chest as your fingers locked in his messy brown hair.

he peppered kisses over your chest, finally taking your nipple between his lips. you let a soft moan escape as your head gently rolled back. “matt” you moaned quietly, tugging at his hair. he swirled his tongue around your nipple as you leaned into his mouth, your hand moving up to the back of his head. you lowered yourself on his lap to brush over his dick pulsating beneath his sweats, slowly grinding your hips into his bulge.

matt trailed his hand up your exposed back, gripping the back of your neck between his fingers again as his forearm pulled your body closer to his lips. you continued to tug at the hair between your hands, closing your eyes at the tender feeling while you rode out the nerves twitching in your core against his lap.

“goddamn kid — you’re gonna make me cum if you keep fuckin’ rubbing on me like that.” he groaned against your chest, your nipple still between his lips as his dick was growing sensitive to the feeling of you grinding against him over his sweats.

“then do something about it, pretty boy” you giggled softly while he raised his eyebrows, his lips twisting up into a smirk as he took your words as a challenge. grazing his teeth over your nipple, he gently bit down while you hissed through the nearly painful sensitive feeling.

“yeah, s’what i thought” he groaned out beneath a laugh as you looked down at him, tugging his hair between your fingers. matt’s eyes trailed up your chest and fixed on yours, smiling at your face flustered from the heat.

“pretty girl” he mumbled, as he trailed kisses up your neck while you tilted your head to side to give him further access. your fingers were locked in his hair as you pressed yourself into his mouth, nearing your earlobe. “remind me how pretty you always looked sittin’ on my dick” he groaned hungrily into your ear, his hand still wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you closer to his chest.

you felt your blush deepen at his words, letting a soft moan escape past your lips as he dug his teeth into your neck, gently sucking on the skin between his lips. you nodded your head pathetically, as you tried to pull away from his arms wrapped around your body.

eventually slipping from his hold, you pushed yourself off his lap to stand to your feet between his spread knees on the couch. taking your shorts between your fingers, you tugged the fabric down to reveal a matching red thong pulled above your hips. matt briefly caught his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes scanned over your body, a mix of arousal and irritation at the thought of other men seeing you like this. he shifted his elbows forward on his knees that bounced bitterly beneath his weight to trail his hands up the back of your thighs, looking up at you from his seat.

you couldn’t overlook the jealousy flickering in his eyes. after all this time, the thought of you with someone else, let alone dancing for hundreds of other men, tightened that same jealousy in his jaw.

“something wrong?” you teased, looking down at matt as his gaze was still fixed on you. he pursed his lips, trailing his hands up the back of your legs and over your hips as he hooked his fingers around the thin waistband of your panties. “nah” he plastered a smirk on his face, “just forgetting these” he mumbled, tugging the skimpy material down past your thighs and onto the wooden floorboards.

he pulled your body closer between his legs as you crouched down on your knees, the smirk twisting farther up his lips at the sight of you kneeling in front of him.

“alright, don’t get too excited” you mumbled through a laugh, reaching forward to help him pull his sweats down over his ankles. matt rolled his head back with a laugh as his dick strained against his the red waistband of boxers before you could pull them down. his cock flung upwards as he took the base between his hand, his eyes looking down at you.

“c’mere and show me how flexible you really are” he groaned, reaching forward to pull you onto his lap with his free hand as you straddled his legs. pulling up at the ends of his shirt, he finally pulled it over his head before tossing it on the couch. hovering on your knees, matt cupped his hand out beneath your mouth to let you trail a puddle of spit between his fingertips. “good girl” he groaned quietly, reaching down to pump his wet fingers over his length as he lined himself up with your entrance.

taking the silver chain on his chest between your fingers, you trailed your hand up to his shoulder for leverage. squeezing at his skin beneath your palms, you slowly pushed yourself down on his cock as matt gently pushed his hips up, immediately hissing at the feeling.

“fuck — i missed that” he groaned out as you slowly sat back on your heels, taking in every inch of him on the way down. you let a soft moan out as your walls swallowed his cock, now bottoming out completely. the instant warmth nearly made him orgasm, right then and there.

his hands wrapped tightly around your ass, guiding you back up his length once again as he squeezed your skin.

“my god, you feel so good” you moaned quietly under your breath, not wanting to stroke his ego even more as you began to move up on his dick again. “yeah?” matt questioned, as you nodded, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as you began to ride him. you started slow, taking every inch of him on your way down as he pushed his hips up to mirror your actions, his balls pushing against your folds.

“fuck just like that” matt let a drawn out moan escape past his lips, his head continually rolling back at the feeling. you adjusted yourself on the heels of your feet as you picked up your pace. wrapping your arms above his shoulders, you felt the pressure growing tight in your stomach as you leaned forward to nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck.

the sound of your whines only turned matt on more, if that was even possible, as he sat up and slid his hand up your back, gripping the back of your neck between his fingers again. he bucked his hips up between strokes, pulling you down on his cock to take fully control.

“oh my god” you whimpered out now, your back arching farther into his chest as he pounded into you. “matt” you moaned, moving up and down on his cock as you pulled back to look at him. you couldn’t close your lips at the feeling of him pumping in and out of you, as moans rolled off your tongue left and right.

“that feels s-so good, baby” you stuttered as his motions left your jaw slack. he watched you bounce on his dick, nodding at your words, his eyebrows knitting together as he focused on you. “yeah?” he asked again, teasingly, although your positions had completely switched this time around.

“mhm” you squeezed your eyes shut, rolling your head back as he fucked you from beneath your weight. your hips moved in motion with his, pushing yourself down as he bucked himself up into your pussy.

you looked down at him again as he tightened his grip around your neck. tugging a handful of his damp curls between your fingers as you felt the pressure continuing to build. “right there, baby, keep takin’ my dick like that.” he groaned, now talking you through it despite the immense pleasure rushing over him. feeling weak, you rested against his chest again, still moving your ass up and down as the sound of your moans and skin slapping against each other muffled through the walls.

“you feel so good” you couldn’t stop whining those same words, over and over, as matt seemingly fucked all of your common sense away, forgetting that you had neighbors living on the other sides of your apartment walls.

“shhh, baby, i know” matt groaned, moving his hand from your ass to pull your jaw towards his face, silencing your pornographic moans by crashing your lips to his while he continued to pound into you. you grabbed either sides of his face to retaliate the kiss, suppressing the sound of your groans against each other.

“you like when all those guys have their fuckin’ hands all over you like this?” matt groaned out, now angrily, pushing his hips up into your core harder as you felt your eyes rolling back in your head at the feeling. you stumbled in attempts to shake your head as he pulled back to look at you taking him.

“say it” he spat as his eyelids hung low, bucking his hips up harder, causing you to shake your head once more as you stuttered through your words. “n-no” you moaned out, your body still adjusting to the blows that your cervix was currently taking.

matt trailed his hands down around your waist before wrapping both of his arms tightly around your body as the tension caused his muscles to flex through his biceps. his strokes constantly hitting deep and hard as you dug your nails into his shoulders. the feeling of your acrylics piercing into his skin caused his smirk to quirk up farther, his bottom lip parted open as pure possessive filth muttered out.

you had never seen matt this jealous, as he was clearly fucking you through the envy and desire. his arms nearly crushed you between his hold as you lazily rode him while he did most of the work. his eyes scanned hypnotically over your face painted in a nearly painful euphoria as he watched you bounce on his cock.

“they don’t fuck you like i do, huh?” he groaned egotistically, already knowing the answer, as he held your body, pulling your weight up and down on his cock straining between your walls. your head rolled forward to lay against his chest as you tried to speak — to moan out a single word while fighting the urge to finish as he showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. you managed to shake your head again as your eyes squeezed shut.

“answer me” he hissed while your body grew weak as you felt an orgasm building in your core, stuttering out the words. “n-no baby” you managed to mumble out as your nails abruptly gripped into his skin one last time.

“matt” you finally let yourself go, moaning out practically loud enough for the entire apartment building to know his name as your head rolled back. the orgasm washed over your body as your senses peaked, your nails burying farther into his skin as you rode out the high.

his eyes grew darker as he watched you reach your climax, his eyebrows furrowing as he continued to fuck you through it. “good girl” he drawled out amidst a groan, as the sight of him fucking you over the edge alone was making him inch closer to his own climax.

“fuck” he breathed out repeatedly while his arms wrapped tighter than ever around your body as he squeezed you through his orgasm. matt’s head rolled back on the couch, feeling his dick twitch inside as he filled you up, emptying every drop left as he came inside, just like he had promised a few hours before.

you dropped your nearly lifeless body against his chest while wrapping your arms around his neck, laying your head on his shoulder. both of you tried to catch your breath as his hand trailed up your exposed back, caressing your skin up and down to ease through the exhaustion.

pulling out, matt winced at the sensitivity as his cock fell limp against his leg. your head was still buried in his neck while you two sat in silence for a moment, your fingers aimlessly trailing through the hair at the nape of his neck while you dumbfoundedly searched for the words to speak.

“can i come pick you up tomorrow night too?” he teased quietly, his fingers still tracing up your back as you rolled your eyes beneath him. “oh shut up."

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hope y’all enjoyed it! i kinda hate the second half oops — i started out really strong but i had this draft sitting in my notes for weeks and i basically forced myself to finally finish it. i definitely wanna make a part two though 🤭 hope i did the matt girls justice fr 💌 for now here’s my tiny lil’ taglist

@watercolorskyy @joemamaaa42069 @idkgabbyy @hearts4sturniolo @chrizzpiecreme @dietcokenumberonefan

[mattsgold]

! ! sweetheart!matt visiting barista!reader at her coffee shop

the coffee shop was as vibrant as ever, the smell of coffee beans and vanilla syrup filled the air. you hummed a soft tune as you mixed a customer’s drink. once you were finished, you stuck the order label onto the cup and covered the drink. you smiled sweetly at the young lady who thanked you as you handed her order to her.

you loved your job more than anything in the world. you got to meet new people and make many friends, and pursue something you truly loved at the same time. you wiped the counter where all the coffee and espresso machines were set up, while your co-workers helped take and make orders. it was peaceful to be in this environment.

just then, you heard a familiar speak. “hey, i’m lookin’ for a very pretty girl, wearing a brown apron, forgot her name though..” your eyes immediately lit up, turning around and seeing matt standing behind the counter, waiting at your cash register with flowers and chocolate in his hands.

“matt!” you squealed, not too loudly though. matt smiled as you leaned over the other side of the counter to give him a quick kiss. you took the flowers and chocolate, setting them aside for now. you adjusted your apron and your visor.

“what’re you doing here?” you asked, your smile only growing more vibrant the more you looked into his loving blue eyes. “jus’ wanted to see my favorite girl. we finished filming a little while ago, so i thought i’d stop by for a drink.” matt spoke sweetly, propping his elbows against the counter and looking up at the menu.

“what can i get ya?” you asked him. matt hummed for a minute before he decided. “i’ll get a hot chocolate. and maybe a boyfriend discount too?” matt winked at you, making you giggle. “matt, it’s three dollars.” you said. matt shrugged, laughing as well. “but, i suppose i could make an exception.” you said. matt shook his head. “i’m kidding baby, here.” matt handed you three dollar bills. you put them in the cash register.

“one hot chocolate coming up, sir!” you saluted, making matt smile at you warmly. you easily made his drink, you stuck the label onto his cup and kissed it, your pink lipgloss making a mark. you handed matt his drink. “made with love.” you said as matt sipped his drink. he gently leaned over and kissed your cheek. “thank you, sweetheart. i’ll see you later okay?” matt told you. you nodded and watched as he walked out of the coffee shop, you missed him already.

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[mattsgold]

i need shy!reader giving frat!matt head !!!

you try to get comfortable in your position as you kneel between matt's parted legs, your eyes wide with nerves and anxiety as you glance between his face and his cock thats wrapped between your fingers, your lips parting in a silent plea for his reassurance or order.

matt grins, a joint hanging from his lips as his hand reaches out to affectionately smooth the top of your head. "s'okay.. know this is new f'you, but i need you to relax, yeah?"

you nod your head slowly, wetting your lips as you lean forwards, your tongue darting out to tentatively lick at the tip of his cock before taking the head into your mouth, nervously suckling at the tip.

matt groans softly as he leans back on one hand against the bed, closing his eyes momentarily as he savours the feeling of the warmth of your mouth around his cock.

"thats it... jus' like that, sweetheart." he encourages you, and you feel your heart flutter at his tone. "keep going f'me. take it deeper — slowly."

you nod before pushing your head down more, feeling matt's thick cock stretching your lips and your throat, the pressure mounting with each attempt to try and take him deeper.

a muffled gagging sound escapes you as you struggle to fit him in, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and matts hand immediately reaches down to grip your hair, pulling you off his cock as you splutter through coughs.

"hey," he chides. "i said slowly, yeah?"

"s-sorry," you apologise through stutters, a trembling hand reaching up to wipe the drool and spit from your lips.

"don't apologise. just take it easy."

you nod your head again, swallowing hard as you try to regain your composure before deeply exhaling and resuming your efforts, swirling your tongue around his tip before sinking down once more, this time moving at a slow pace.

"there we go.." matt hums, taking a hit off his joint before leaning over and placing it in the ashtray, blowing out the smoke as he watches you carefully.

your wrap your hand what you struggle to take into your mouth, stroking him slowly while your mouth works on him, the salty sweetness taste filling your senses. the sounds of his grunts is what fuels you to keep going — to earn his praise and to prove something to him.

you pull back slowly, allowing your saliva to coat his cock like you once seen in a video before moving back down, hallowing your cheeks hard enough as you possibly can around him to elicit a guttural growl from matt.

"fuuuck.." he mutters under his breath, hissing through his teeth as his hips twitch. "good girl... doin' so good f'me"

matt's breathing becomes a little ragged, rocking his hips subtly into your mouth as he feels himself teetering over the edge, his balls tightening and he looks down at you, meeting your watery eyes as you're already staring up at him.

"m'gonna cum," he warns you. "but m'gonna cum down your throat, a'ight? 'n you're gonna take it f'me, yeah?"

you hum around in cock in response, wanting nothing more than to please him and make him proud, silently promising to swallow every last drop he's prepared to give you and matt grins sluggishly, reaching down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead as a thank you before he spills into your mouth, warm and thick spurts coating your tongue and filling your mouth quickly.

you struggle to swallow, your throat muscles clenching around him as his cum shoots down the back of your throat, and you gag a little, but you try your best as always despite some trickling down your chin, creating a little mess.

matt gently cups your face to pull you off his cock when his orgasm subsides, wiping away the drops of cum from your chin with his thumb, grinning down at you as he strokes your cheek.

"y'did so good, sweetheart.." he murmurs softly, leaning down to press another chaste kiss to your forehead like he had done prior, and a shy smile spreads across your lips, warmth filling your chest at his praise as you nuzzle into his palm contently.

[mattsgold]

ʚ Matt helps you squirt for the first time ɞ

“That’s it, sweetheart. Good job—mhm, yeah, just keep letting it feel so good…” Matt purrs. The scene displayed in front of him is enough to make him so hard it hurts. His cock is painfully throbbing against the bed, his hips mindlessly grinding into the soft material as he watches you writhe. 

“It—I, oh my god, Matt, it—” Your words do little to help his current predicament. If anything, the tip of his dick is aching so much he’s sure it’s almost purple—but, he doesn’t care. This isn’t about him. It’s about his girl—it’s about you. 

“C’mon…yeah, keep grinding into my fingers, baby. Just like that,” he praises. The small vibrator he has placed against your clit is working wonders. You never knew everything could feel so overwhelming good like this. 

Scissoring his fingers against the spot that makes your back arch off the bed, Matt is driven with passion. It feels good—too good. The added sensations from the small bullet makes your body crave more than you can handle, your limbs falling into his trap—begging for more.

Desperate whimpers and pleas start falling from your lips. To Matt, this was all part of the process. You had come close to finishing a couple of times, but he kept slowing down just enough to make the knot dissipate before you could come undone. The way your walls clamped around his fingers was mesmerizing. He loved watching you fall apart for him, but this time he wanted to see you really fall apart. 

Matt notices how uncontrolled your actions are. Your hips grind against him helplessly. He can hear the subtle tear of your nails clawing into the bed sheets a little too hard. “Yeah? You wanna cum, don’t you? Isn’t that what you want, sweetheart?” he urges. 

Broken cries leave in between moans. You can’t even gather the ability to respond. Matt’s always been incessant on making you chant his name when you come undone, but not this time. This time he’s only focused on you. “Fuckkkkkkk….clenching ‘round my fingers so tight. I,” Matt lets out his own deep groan as your wet, sloppy cunt squelches with layers of slick. “---you got it, baby. Just…just let go for me, yeah?” 

The small encouragement is enough to coax your mind into falling numb. Quivering legs clamp on either side of him, pushing against his shoulders tightly. He doesn’t care—not when you’re like this. “Oh—oh my—-oh my, fuck!” you scream. 

Matt feels like he’s living in his own daydream watching a clear wetness splatter out of you. A sloppy mess is being created, small sprays of liquid squirting out of your pussy as he keeps his movements consistent. “God, sweetheart. Such a good girl—doing so good for me,” he breathes. 

Slowly riding you down from your high, he can’t help but rest his forehead against your inner leg—your wet inner leg. He’s already edged you a couple of times, building you up to experience the gut twisting bliss of squirting all over him. With little self restraint, Matt licks the slick from your legs. “Mmmmmm, you taste so good. So fucking good,” he rasps between hungry, open-mouthed kisses. 

You’re too tired to even move. Your legs are still shaking on either side of him. Reaching down, you comb through his hair. Matt is quick to rest his head completely on your thigh, his eyes staring towards your pussy that looks heavenly all swollen and wet. “---’m so….’m so tired,” you announce breathlessly. 

A soft moan erupting from his mouth makes you look down. You watch as his hips roll into the mattress, his eyes devoted to analyzing your pulsing lips. “Matt,” as you go to sit up, your legs start to close. 

Out of pure instincts, Matt can’t help but pin your inner thigh down with a flat palm. “No, just—mmmm, just stay like this, baby. I—I’m so close,” he huffs out.

With intention ridden in his eyes, Matt continues his rocking motions. Small whimpers push through his lips with each thrust of his hips into the bed. “Keep…keep playing with my hair, sweetheart. I—-please, fuck,” he rasps. 

Gently, you push your fingers through his hair. Matt clutches onto each of your thighs tighter, a small puddle of drool falls between his cheek and your legs. And fuck….he looks heavenly. 

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose ɞ

[mattsgold]

𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒌? ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... Getting a different type of milk from your local milkman.

❝𝑺𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒘, 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒏.❞

Your door bell chimed, distracting you from your baking, and you quickly washed your hands before walking towards the front door. The door opened and there he stood, Matt – your local milkman – holding bottles of milk in a crate, a small smile on his face as he greeted you.

"Good morning! Here’s your milk Miss." He handed you two bottles of milk, his fingers brushing against yours—which sent shivers down both your spines.

The sexual tension was electrocuting.

"Oh-One more thing!" He exclaimed, "You can have anything you’re interested in! it’ll be on the house today." He smiled, his gaze falling down to your lips before snapping back up to your eyes. "We’ve got a few new curds and–" "Anything I’m interested in?" You chuckled, your tone as flirty as always as you tilted your head to the side, blatantly checking him out.

Matt cleared his throat, fixing his Milkman’s hat as he shifted from one leg to the other, looking increasingly nervous. "Miss... well- yes, anything." He blurted out without thinking, immediately regretting how suggestive it must’ve sounded.

Your grin widened and a soft, amused chuckle escaped you as you reached up to tease his bow tie. "M-miss-" His breath hitched, shutting himself up when you tugged on his little black bow tie. "Yes?" You batted your lashes innocently, but your smirk betrayed your act of innocence.

"May I ask what you’re doing?" He whispered even as he willingly followed you inside your house, emboldened by you tugging on his bow tie and even going as far as closing the door behind himself.

"Would it be bad if I said..." You trailed off, pushing him gently towards the closed door, and he stumbled back slightly until his back hit the door, his eyes following your every move. "...I want your milk?"

Matt’s eyes widened, his breath hitching again as he tried to process what he just heard. "P-pardon?" He stuttered, flustered as he looked down at you, his breathing pattern changing drastically. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, suddenly feeling like everything was drying up as he gulped thickly.

"You said anything I want, no?" You said with a smile, waiting for him to give in. "Well, I want your milk, is that too much to ask?" You were bolder than usual, shamelessly saying those words as if you were just asking to borrow some salt from your neighbour.

Something in him snapped at your words and his pupils dilated greatly as he slowly pulled on his bow tie, feeling himself grow hotter as the fabric of his slacks grew taut around his rock-hard erection. "No, not at all Miss..." He finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before you knew it, you were laying on your back on the floor with Matt hovering over you, his fingers deftly hiking your skirt up to your waist and bunching the fabric there before he pulled aside your underwear, groaning at the slipperiness he found.

Matt quickly unbuckled his belt, smirking at your flirty giggle as he pulled out his hefty and veiny length, tapping the swollen head teasingly on your soaked clit before running it up and down your slit. He bit the side of his bottom lip as he felt your warm arousal coat his aching tip.

A drawn out moan left you both when he stopped teasing and slowly pushed inside. The stretch burned—literally the biggest dick you’ve had and it was none other than the sweet Milkman’s. The same Milkman that everyone in your neighborhood adored due to his charisma, kindness and overall good looks – is currently fucking you with the lewd intention to give you his milk.

His cock left a clear imprint on your stomach with every deep thrust, the bulge only added to his pleasure and this making him fuck you harder. He pulled your ankles over his shoulders, almost hugging your thighs as he started to fuck you faster.

The friction and depth left you a moaning mess under him.

"You wanted my milk sooo badly huh? Fucking begging for it like a bitch in heat." Matt emphasized his words with a deep thrust – his tip kissing your cervix. "Haahh—ffuuuckk-- Maybe I should just give it to you—mmfh-mm—fill you up with my milk." His arms tightened around your thighs as he fucked you mercilessly.

"Is that what you want? To be creampied and leaking cum?" He grunted, fucking you into the floor, and his dirty talk only made you more aroused.

Matt stopped only to push your legs further up until your thighs were flush against your tits, basically folding you in half before he resumed his pounding. Every deep thrust caused lewd wet squelching sounds, all schlurp’s and shlop’s mingling with your desperate moans.

He tilted his hips slightly to hit your g-spot and all thoughts dispersed from your head when he slammed into that spongy bump, causing your back to arch and mouth fall open in a silent scream as tears of pleasure brimmed at your waterline. The pleasure left your mind blank except for the single thought of how good it felt.

Fuck, you were seeing stars.

Noticing your cock-drunk face, he couldn’t help but let out a low moan, his fingers digging into your skin as he held onto anything he could, the tip of his cock hit your cervix with bruising intensity with each thrust. You squirmed under him, feeling that pressure in your abdomen, your jaw dropping as you clutched onto his arms, but there was no way of escaping the earth-shattering orgasm that was fast approaching due to Matt holding you still.

"F-ffuuckk–" Your words died in your throat, going completely silent as the bands in your stomach snapped so suddenly that it left you speechless until you gasped moments later, your eyes threatening to roll back and nails raking across his back – clad in a crisp white button up that has gotten slightly rumpled from obvious reasons.

"Matt!" you cried out, letting out quick high-pitched moans as he kept fucking you through your intense orgasm.

A few more minutes of fucking you silly and his body shuddered, cock swelling and twitching inside you as he let out breathy moans. Hot cum erupted out of his slit and right into your quivering, sloppy cunt—painting your inner walls white.

He was breeding you.

Matt held you in place as he pumped his seed into you, his hips moving shallowly before finally stopping. A satisfied 'haah' left his lips when he pulled out, his release trickling out of your well used hole and the sight made Matt shudder in pleasure.

After seconds of raking his gaze all over you, Matt finally snapped out of his trance and helped you fix your clothes and fixed his own. He stood up from the floor before helping you stand up as well.

Flashing you a small shaky smile as he adjusted his Milkman’s hat and although he was still reeling from the intense fucking, his usual naïve friendliness was back in seconds—contrasting starkly from how much of a beast he was just moments before.

"Well, see you tomorrow morning Miss..." he trailed off, his smile turning almost sly as he opened your front door all while keeping eye contact with you. "Hope you enjoyed the milk this morning." He tipped his hat before slipping out your door—leaving you breathless and thoroughly satisfied.

𓆩♡𓆪

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