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record shy!matt

"cmon baby show the camera that pretty face" you coo, angling the camera towards his burnt red face. his head turned away from the lens, and into the sheets beside him. he brought a hand up to cover the side of his face that was still in frame. your hips were relentlessly pushing into him while his cock bounced from the force of your thrusts. "can't—fuck please from the ba—oh" he stuttered, mind going to shit as the tip of the silicon repeatedly hit his prostate. switching the angle you focused on his cock and showing the precum that leaked from the top and had a place on his stomach from the repeated contact.

a grunt escaped from the boy one that sounded like a poor attempt to regain control. his back arched off the bed and his head flew back into the pillows below, the stimulation fogging his brain and controlling his body. you smile into the camera once you realize his hand fell from his face, quickly you move the camera to catch a glimpse of his red and fucked out face. "flip over please— not my face" he whined, avoiding eye contact with the camera. switching the focus again you show the camera how well the skin toned dildo moved in and out of him. "taking me so well aren't you. look at how easy i'm sliding in"

his cheeks flushed at the praise and a small smile plastered across his face. you rub at his sides comfortingly as you pulled out while so he could get on all fours for you, for the camera. you set the camera aside but never switched it off meaning that the camera caught everything, caught the lip that was already forming in his sore legs, caught the shake in his arms as he tried to balance himself and the way he didn't want to back at you but couldn't keep his eyes away from the sight. the sight of you gripping the base of the cock and coating it with a new layer of lubricant, it made his stomach turn.

molding your hands into his hips you steady yourself behind him, knees pressed into the bed as you push back into him. a pathetic high pitched moan left his lips at the reinserting of the silicone, the stretch putting the arch in his back once more. your hips slap against his rear as you work to build up the pace you had before. all matt could do was cry out, no words no thoughts just sounds of pleasure, over and over again. picking up the camera again you show off his sweat glistened body, starting from where your bodies met to the his slightly toned back, and stopping at the back of his head. your fingers tangled in his hair roughly to catch his attention, needing his ears opened for when you spoke. "this is my favourite way to fuck you matt, seeing the arch in your back, and even when you try to hide from me i can always find you" you remind, pulling his head back and into the view of the camera.

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let me sub!matt

a shiver traveled down your spine with goosebumps following closely after. your breath got caught in your throat hearing the pure need in matt's voice. your legs caged him in while he lazily thrust into your pussy. his head nuzzled right next to your ear as he rested his body weight on you with a hand beside your head so he wouldn't crush you. "please i don't know how much longer i can last — need to cum" he whined with a whimper following. his sweat clad hair added moisture to your once dry cheeks from the constant turning of his head. his movements changed as he got needier, thrusts getting deeper and hitting harder.

your arms wrapped around his back so you could reach the back of his head, placing a soothing hand on him. you felt his cock twitch inside you, and his hips jerk a little harsher than usual giving a almost bruising thrust. "mf—please" he whimpered, struggling to keep his balance. you curl your fingers through his messy hair to console him, keep him steady, ground him. "gonna cum before me?" you pout, faking emotions to sway him. the breath that tickled your neck disappeared as his breath hitched, the thought of him cumming first and not pleasing you was like a knife to his chest. his voice cracked as he shook his head against your skin "no you cum first m'tryin to hold it".

a choked up sob fell from his mouth as the tears stained your bare skin. "hurts s-so bad" he cried out, but his hips never stilled. soft skin slapping still echoed throughout the room but it wasn't silent. his sobs and hushed whispers and begs mixed in effortlessly. "that's a good boy always putting me first" you praise, kissing the side of his face. you felt his heart beat faster from the little praise you provided, and his cheeks moved to form a smile. his movements had motivation behind them now, his thrusts began to get sharper and his pace quickened. "m'gonna make you cum a-and then i can cum?", "please please" he pleaded, combining his sentences.

you almost didn't hear him even though he was right in your ear, he was hitting your sweet spot too well, tip getting deep inside everytime he moved. "let's get there first hm?" you moan, tugging at his hair.

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firsts virgin!matt

drool threatened to spill from the corners of matthew's opened mouth as he sat in the between your legs, having an intense staring contest with your pussy. his blue eyes bounced from your clit to your labia — he was fascinated. the gooey arousal painted every inch of your pussy and circled around your aching hole. then tension in the room and the new attention was getting her excited. his head tilted to the side, observing you, his eyes never left you, and you barely saw him blink. "you're so pretty... i—" he paused, awe taking over him. you coo as you reach down to engulf his face in your hand, breaking the contact finally. "you can touch pretty boy, unless you're scared" you coo, thumb tickling his bottom lip.

looking up at you with a slightly ajar mouth, he was frozen. he didn't react to you calling him pretty or you giving him all the consent he needed. still his body wouldn't let him indulge in you. he'd never done anything like this before let alone be in such a sexual situation and he was embarrassed and scared. "i want to taste and touch you but i don't know how" he whispered, catching your thumb between his lips. your brows created a wrinkle in your forehead, raising them in response to him. your mouth moved to form a response but he beat you to it, releasing your thumb with a line of spit connecting you still, he clarified. "i haven't done this before i've never eaten anyone out before", a blush tinted his cheeks with his bold confession.

a stilling silence filled the space and it made him sweat. the sheets wrinkled as you sat up further, squeezing matthew with your closed thighs. "are you a virgin?" you ask, still holding his face so he couldn't look away. a small nod was all he could give you, this was humiliating enough and he couldn't bare to say it out loud. "that's okay matthew, just follow my lead okay?" you comfort, assuming and hoping he still wanted to give you head. you desperately wanted his mouth all over you, but you didn't want to force him. his head moves in your grip, silently telling you he wanted it just as much as you.

loosening the tight squeeze, your thighs unclenched to put him in the place to properly pleasure you. your hand released his face softly and with nothing holding him back he reached to toy with your arousal, index finger swirling around the stickiness. "fuck" you groan, losing composure for a second. your eyes briefly fluttered shut, your lashes tickling your cheeks brought you back. your hand curled into his hair to guide him. "gonna keep touching or are you gonna eat me out?" you tease. he looks up at you with apologetic eyes after your sentence, thinking you were serious. "sorry i've just never seen one up close, only in porn and yours is the prettiest i've seen" he admits, still dragging his fingers through your folds.

the compliment bloomed butterflies into your stomach, but you had to focus. you needed to be a good teacher. "compliments aren't gonna get me to cum" you remind. your words had him shamelessly licking his fingers clean, deciding he was done playing with you and wetting his skin. a pop sounded throughout the silent room as he finished sucking on his digit. his tongue ran over his lips in anticipation as he waited for your instructions. "what do i do now?" he questions, getting more impatient with each passing second.

you reach your unoccupied hand down to demonstrate for him, showing him what feels good for you and where to focus his mouth. your fingers rubbed quick circles on your clit to show him where to start. the fresh arousal helped your fingers glide smoothly around the bud. "s-start here and then i want you to explore all around here, with your tongue" you moan, moving to spread your folds so he could see all of you. your pussy clenched around nothing, the small touches effecting you more than they should. upon instruction, his pink tongue poked from between his lips as he inched his head closer to your pussy.

his sharp nose met your skin as he lowered his face into you. his wet muscle licked at your clit with no hesitation, forcing a guttural moan out of your body. the slick that built up from the previous actions, coated his tongue as he tasted you. your hand selfishly held him in place, not letting him move down to give attention to the rest of you. his tongue was soothing the ache on your clit. his eyes never closed, the boy was determined. he needed to learn and make you feel good. multitasking was a key factor in this. "like that— shit" you whine, hips pushing against his tongue for a piece of friction.

you were practically grinding on his face from how well he was sucking your clit, and he was taking it all, letting you move his head however you wanted to wherever you needed. a whimper rumbled against your clit, the sound bouncing off his tongue to you from the closeness. the repeated tongue flicks had you dripping, reminding you of the neglected parts of your pussy. "you're doing so good but you gotta keep moving" you moan, starting to push at his head. "keep moving..?" he questions, pausing his movements. you internally sigh, forgetting he hasn't done this before. meeting his blue eyes you instruct him further "keep moving down, taste all of me". guiding him once more you have him right where you need him, staring directly at your fluttering hole.

his tongue darts out hurriedly, eager to taste you again. flattening his muscle he leaned in to lick a long stripe, tasting you fully. accidentally but purposefully you pull at his hair as your eyes rolled back from the talented mouth working on you. your jaw remained dropped, uncontrollable sounds falling from your lips. his tongue kept licking at you, touching every inch that it would reach, tasting every part — like you said. it's as if your pussy was a lollipop that he couldn't finish.

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baby grind on me sub!matt

skin to skin was always such an intimate act. the closeness of bodies and the clash of smooth skin. in your case the way the skin on the back of your thighs collided with the prickly but somehow soft skin of matt's milky white skin. your legs caged him in as your hips moved against his slightly clothed cock — slightly meaning only plaid boxers separated you from him. the leaking head was begging to be freed from the barrier, poking at the fabric, and bushing against your underwear with every movement you made.

being quiet usually is his strong suit but not today, not now, he couldn't keep his pretty mouth shut. adrenaline was rushing through his veins since you draped your legs over his lap, and your pussy though clothed, touched him. he was so excited and he made sure you knew. the immediate boner, and the sweet with a hint of desperation phrases that came from his lips. "feels so good — ah fuck" he moaned, eyes locking with yours and grip on your waist tightening.

the praise only motivated you. his breath hitched in surprise with the sudden increase of speed in your hips, your tits jiggled and the bed creaked in response. your nails dug into his shoulders for stability, the new pace requiring some sort. his ability to talk was quickly leaving him as his brain focused on your every move, your hips circled around his cock so distractingly.

the whimpers got more pathetic as they fell from his parted lips, higher in pitch too. he croaked out a plea, for what you couldn't figure until it soaked your panties. his hips jerked and his cock twitched as he darkened the plaid with spurts of hot white cum. "oh matt" you coo, stroking his face. he looked up at you will tear filled eyes and his cheeks tinting a baby pink as he spoke "i just got too excited, i'm sorry for cumming" he whispered. you caressed his cheek, wiping away the tears that fell in the process, "that's okay sweet boy, felt so good huh?"

a/n - don't laugh at the title i couldn't think of anything else

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dealer!chris blurb first part here

"my good boy?" you ask, wanting him to repeat himself. chris nods slowly, nose brushing against your skin. he hardly processed your question and the reasoning behind it before answering. "your good boy so good for you" he whines, feeling needier now. your nails slide through the now tangle free strands, causing his body to jolt forward clashing with your body and the couch. his breathing got heavy as his body went through all sorts of emotions, the pleasure was overwhelming his poor body. and his hazy mind couldn't keep up.

"shit mama i don't know how much longer i can go, i feel it leaking — fuck it hurts so good" he rambles. the furniture under you rumbled from the repeated thrusts he was giving. it shook rapidly as the pace increased, the desperation from chris showing fully. you pull at his hair harder, his warning was practically a plea for you to get him there, have him falling apart under your grasp. "don't hold back baby, i want it just as bad as you do" you encourage, bring a hand down to rub his back. a disgruntled groan left his pink lips at your statement, he was so fucked out and he hadn't even came yet.

a harmony of grunts, groans, moans and whimpers continuously came out of chris, you were surprised he still had the voice to produce those sounds. his hips rutted harder— even if possible into the cushion, and his hands had your skin getting lighter with the tightness of the grip he had on you. "gonna cum shit— fuck—" he breathed, pulling his head back so your hold remained strong on his head. "cumming mama please" he whispered, once last warning before letting go. his back arched and his eyes shut as his boxers began to seep white into his pants and drip onto the couch, turning the grey cushion into a dark black. your hand continued to rub circles on his back as he worked through his orgasm, still humping the couch in search of even more friction.

"did so good, yeah? my needy boy, cumming from humping the couch and some hair pulling?" you tease, tangling both hands back into the mess he created. a weak chuckle left his worn body at your degradation. "don't start with that i'm easy and i'll cum again".

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covered loser!virgin!matt

"i-i like that lipstick" matt shyly mumbled while adjusting the camera angle. you liked that that shyness never left him. that same pink blush took over his face almost every time you two spoke. finishing the filling swipe you smile in return, "thank you, it's supposed to be transfer proof as well". confusion filled his tinted features at your statement. pushing his glasses up to his forehead he frowned, "what does that mean?". getting up from the from the vanity you stride over, taking his attention away from the camera. placing a hand on his freshly shaven left cheek, you plant a kiss on the right side of his face and then another on his moisturized lips.

mischievously so, you knew the lipstick needed to mattify before it would actually become transfer proof. opening your eyes you faked a pout once you saw the bright lipstick staining his pale face. bringing him to the mirror you showed him the new additions to his face. his body was bending in all sorts of ways while he looked at the makeup on his face. his tongue poked into his cheek and his eyes widened. with a wicked smile you respond to his worried look, "oops i guess it's not but you look so pretty baby"

his fingers messed with the almost forgotten camera as he asked a new question, “what are we filming today?”. his question broke you out of the self appreciation trance you were in, your reflection in the full body mirror took all your attention away from matt momentarily. fixing the wrinkles in your short short skirt you think about it. originally, you were gonna sit on his face but as you stare at the lipstick on his face a better idea popped in your head. “i’m gonna take good care of you, just let me take the lead okay?”

the rigid texture of the camera began to make marks on his clammy palms as he held it tightly. he angled the camera so only his lower half was in frame. your feet snuggled into the fuzzy rug on the floor as you rid him of the remainder of clothes. your boobs were practically falling out of your thin lingerie as you kneeled infront of him and into view. you winked at matt so he could turn the camera on with a nod he did so and you heard the loud beep. upon hearing that you began to press your lips all around his pretty cock, the red lipstick staining the paler skin.

his hands began to shake and struggle to hold the camera, your lips plus the intense contact you were making had the poor boy struggling. he could barely contain his sounds as a moan ripped from his throat at the repeated contact, and his cock started to swell as precum dripped from the tip. your eyes widen in awe as you observe him, seeing how reactive he was being just from simple kisses. you didn't know if it was the lipstick or excessive cleavage showing but you were gonna find out. you felt he had enough of the teasing and started to focus your lips on his cock, placing kisses on every vein along him.

the camera began to pick up his soft whimpers, catching every sound he made once your lips made contact with your flesh. balancing yourself on one hand, you bring the other up to give his decorated length some languid strokes. his quieter sounds disappeared as you gave him the touch he desperately needed. "oh god — please". the pitch in his voice had your eyes twinkling and your panties soaked, he was sounding so pathetic. you gave his balls some much needed attention, saving them from being blue. planting kisses at the same rate that you were stroking his cock.

matt's breathing got heavier with the increased attention his most sentisive parts were receiving, when not breathing like he had climbed a flight of stairs, he was letting out the prettiest moans. "close—please please" he warned and begged all in the same sentence. releasing his cock, you focused on kissing him again, wanting to watch him fall apart covered in your marks, your lips, your lipstick. you. the strawberry red painted a nice picture on his upper thighs, there was hardly space for more kiss marks once you released his skin from the seemingly endless touch.

glancing up at him, you saw his stomach tighten and his chest rapidly rising and falling— the biggest signs of an upcoming orgasm. "gonna cum for you ah—" he whined, grip on the camera loosening. sitting aside you watch hungrily as the white spurts of cum paint the rug and some of the floor white. "such a good boy and looking so pretty while you cum". feeling awfully helpful, your hand reaches up to finish him off, jerking the last of the cum out of his messy cock. "thank you ma'am ah—ah thank you so much" he whimpers, shutting the camera off.

as promised @whore4mattsturniolo @heartsforvin

heavily based off of this p!link

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dealer!chris blurb ✩˚｡⋆

chris calling you was always rare, he never called unless he needed something or on accident, never just randomly, so when his contact popped up on your phone screen, eyebrows were raised. before you could say hello properly he was talking, barely understandable but he was. "hi i'm outside please let me in, i drove all the way over here before my high settled in so i could see you, please it's really cold out here and my eyes are starting to feel heavy" your mouth dropped as you listened to his ramble. "you're outside...?" you dumbly ask. "yes? didn't i just say that" he retorts, knocking on your door to prove himself.

swinging the metal open, you rush him in, not wanting the cold air to infiltrate your house. you watch him speechlessly as he takes his boots and jacket off and heads for the living room. as he turned his head you saw the strands of hair peaking out his cherry beanie and had a strong urge to play with the brunette strands. you had to shove your hands in your pockets to stop from grabbing them.

flopping on the large sofa, chris let out a deep breath, as if he'd been holding it in all day. a unrecognizable sound came from his mouth as his body collided with the surface. "this couch feels so good baby, i wish i could sleep here like everyyyday" chris mumbled. you walked over to sit next to his spread out body, relaxing into the soft pillow as you looked at him in awe. it was so rare for him to not be all tough, mean ,and serious. but he was showing you this different side of him, it made you feel a bit special.

sensing your presence on the couch, chris lifted his head up to look at you. a big smile came across his lips as he saw your lap was free. scooting over toward you, he grabbed your thigh and rested his head on your legs. his cold cheeks sent shivers down your spine as the bad contact with your skin. with a body resting on your lap you had to find somewhere to place your hands and his hair was right there. without hesitation you peeled the beanie off his head to release his beautiful dark brown hair. the long locks tickling your skin as they fell into place. "hey you jacked my shit what the fuck" he frowns. you cackle before shushing him. "my lap my rules" you retort. nodding his head he stopped giving attitude. he planted a few kisses along your thigh to apologize without saying anything but still felt the need to say something. "yes ma'am your lap i'm sorry don't kick me out".

a loud string of whimpers left his lips as your hands found their way to his hair, fumbling through the tangles and massaging his scalp. the scent of his shampoo filled your nose as you continued to play. his hair was always so soft after the first wash. you smile while looking down at him, seeing how much he was enjoying it and how relaxed he is. continuous whines leave his mouth as you start to pull a little at his roots. "please don't stop feels so fucking good, your hands are like god sent" he moans, lowkey humping the couch under him and hoping you didn't notice. but you felt the movements and saw his hips moving out of the corner of your eye. teasing him a little more, you tug harder at his roots, wanting to pull a reaction from his body. "fuck please" he breathes, pushing his body into the couch for friction.

"please what?" you coo, slowing down a bit. your nails scratched circles into him as you waited for a response from him. a low whine came out of him as he melted under your touch, cheeks smushing into your skin and shoulders drooping. his voice cracked as he attempted to speak to you, mind beginning to get scattered "please don't stop it feels so good and i'm so hard it hurts, you don't even have to touch my dick or whatever but please you can't stop". he started to wet your thigh with messy kisses again as you started to tug at his hair like before. "that's a good boy, using your words " you purr, changing the direction of your hand. "for you only" he adds, smiling like a dummy.

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both sub!matt

rumbling through the bedside table you searched for the spare charger for your phone. in a hurry, you threw the random objects from the drawer to the side, hoping the white cable was under all of the clutter. your fingers moved before your eyes as you touched a cord that felt similar to the one you were looking for. tugging at the cord, you pull until it comes from under the papers above. your eyes widened as it came out, yes it was the charger but it was attached to your vibrator. your very bright pink vibrator and to make matters a bit more awkward, matt had strolled into the room unannounced.

"oh-! um am i interrupting something?" he mutters, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. not thinking very clearly but quickly, you clutch the vibrator tighter instead of making any attempt to hide the sex toy. his eyes kept switching from your face and the toy in your hand, searching for some type of answer. you pause for a moment to try to regain some confidence, and to fix your shocked face. not wanting to add more tension to the air you joke, "not yet, seeing as i'm still fully clothed but you can join if you want" raising your eyebrows and motioning towards your pants.

his eyes widened similarly to yours earlier but more out of curiosity. he brought a hand up to his neck to scratch at the back of it, highlighting the blush on his ears "join..you, how?" he mumbled shyly. you waved a hand in his direction so he could follow you towards the bed. shoving the items off the bed and onto the floor you find comfort on the soft blankets. he stumbled over to join you, a bit too eager for you to explain how this toy was going to satisfy both of you. once he sat down, you switched the vibrator on, starting with the lowest setting, you dragged the toy across his crotch, just teasing his cock through the layers of fabric.

a gasp came of out his pretty lips as the wave of vibrations moved through his body. he gripped the thigh closest to his as he tried to contain himself. looking down at his hand you coo at him "feels good?" a quick nod and rushed yes's left his mouth as he focused on the movements of your hand. "gonna use it just like this and you’re gonna be on top this time” you explain, changing the direction to horizontal. “yes ma’am..i’m gonna do good i promise”

setting the vibrator to the side, you began to strip your lower half. matt watched intently as you took your lacy panties off, getting distracted by your pretty pussy. “focus baby, we can’t have sex if your pants are still on” you chuckle. brushing your words off, he undressed himself without breaking his stare. laying back against the soft pillows, you scoot up and fix your position so he could squeeze between your legs. spreading them you bring your index and middle down your body to rub circles on your clit.

matt kneeled between your legs as he patiently waited for you tell him what to do next. his hands ached to reach for his cock as they fidgeted by his sides. “you can touch baby don’t be shy” you half speak half moan. shaking his head instantly he whines “don’t wanna touch, wanna feel you around me please”. previously hesitant hands reach for your thighs, trying to pull himself closer to you. his fingers traced patterns in your skin as he gave you puppy eyes. “so desperate aren’t you” you tease, knowing he’d respond without a second thought.

removing your fingers from your puffy clit you move them to his cock, using the arousal as a makeshift lube. he moans at the much needed contact,head tilting back as he leaned into your touch. “please.. i need you” he cries. finishing the quick strokes, you guide his cock towards your slick opening, pulling his body into a slight hover as he adjusted his hands in your body. your hands wrapped around his soft lower back as you pushed his hips into yours. his tip pushing into your soppy pussy, a slight squelch filling your ears as he stretches you.

you hold back from moaning like a pornstar while he fills you, tip brushing at your cervix as he bottoms out. “good boy, you’re already doin so good” you praise. a weak grunt came from his mouth as he settled inside your walls, already feeling his stomach twist into knots. he was so deep and with the angle you felt every vein on his cock. "please let me move, i won't last long like this" he whines, shifting his weight slightly. not feeling like verbalizing a response you nod your head as a signal to move.

seeing the movement he pulls his hips back, almost completely slipping out and then pushes back in quickly, starting of this thrusts slower. a groan escapes you as you wrap your fingers in the sheets below, almost forgetting about the vibrator close to your hand. letting him get over with the build up thrusts, you play with the toy until you find the setting you like the best. the vibrations brought matt out of the trance your pussy had him in as he looked up. meeting his eyes you speak gently "need you to pull out a little alright?"

after the quick nod he gave you lower the vibrator between the little space left between your bodies, placing the side of the head on your clit and the tip of it on the exposed parts of his cock. your neck almost broke with the way you flung your head back, the intensity of the vibrations not only shocking you but sending waves of pleasure through your body. "oh-oh my god" he moaned, trembling from the initial contact. you curse as you began to move the toy in circles, making sure it was touching both of you at all times. your free hand dug into his side, making crescents in his skin.

the pleasure was overpowering, causing your legs and his cock to twitch at the same time. the knot was unwinding in both of your stomach's a bit too quickly, but everything felt too good. but you wanted this to last, without alerting the boy above, you switched the setting down to lowest, making the knot twist back up. knowing protest was coming you shushed him before he could even speak, "relax just let me play with you"

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a short matt angst blurb ⭐︎

silence filled the cold car as you bitterly drove home. the usual blaring music felt annoying to have playing, the hot air became overbearing. cold silence seemed to be the best option for you. the sound of the bumpy roads and the rumble of your engine kept you stable enough to get home.

work was god awful. your manager would not get off your back about tiny things and your coworker — who had worked there longer than you didn't know how to do her goddamn job. and somehow every single one of her mistakes fell on you. you got in trouble, you got blamed for it and you had to fix it. it was never-ending. but it was your reality. and you couldn't escape. you needed this job bad. places aren't hiring like they claim to be and if they are the pay is awful.

the buzzing of your phone brought you out of your worsening thoughts. matt was calling. fuck. you didn't want to talk to him. you didn't want him to see or hear you like this. you didn't want your life issues to become his. with a heavy sigh you pressed the big red decline button. attempting to focus back on the road, you gripped the steering wheel tighter. the silence again interrupted when he called again. his contact picture filling your screen and vision again. normally enjoyable to see. this time it filled you with a stomach churning sadness. after declining again, you threw the phone to the side.

your vision got blurry as the tears filled your waterline. you were so overwhelmed with everything and matt calling you back to back pushed you over the edge. you made a sharp u-turn at the next turn, putting you in the opposite direction of matt's house. the shriek of the tires rang in your ears and throughout the car, making you flinch and the built up tears to finally fall.

with the large sign showing the name of your neighborhood entering your line of sight a long sigh escaped your chapped lips. a sigh of relief, you were almost there, almost free, almost home. the sight of the houses that lead up to yours brought the first smile of the day to your features. pulling into the gravel driveway you blink away a couple tears, trying to focus on parking your car so you could get inside.

the stick next to the p symbol and the rumble of the engine getting quieter, the light should be on from the opened door but you were stuck in the seat, not wanting to get out of your car for some reason. picking up your phone take it of the charger you take a glance at your home screen. you had about a hundred missed calls from matt and a few other friends. the missed calls made you shrug but the voicemail matt left caught your eye.

pressing play you were immediately met with a worried but rushed tone from him. "sweetheart you're scarin' me, don't know why you aren't answering but you gotta let me know somethin' alright? did i do something wrong, did something happen at work? you can't be declining my calls like that, got me pacing around the house like a crazy guy. i see that you're heading to your house instead of mine and i quite frankly don't give a fuck if that was on purpose but i'm coming to see you, don't move please i love you". the last words echoed in your foggy brain, he loves you. no past tense, no insincerity, and it made your stomach turn in a horrible way.

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makeouts batman!matt

black face paint shouldn't be this difficult to apply. it's one simple step, a step that keeps getting interrupted by your handsy boyfriend. the way his hands crept over your bare waist while you stand above him trying to give him the final touches of his halloween costume. quite a distraction. "matt cmon let me focus" you semi-scold. the strands of damp hair fell out of your grip with your scolding, putting another interruption in your way.

the cold breeze in the room hit your midriff as your shirt lifted with the movement of your arms. the hold you had on his hair tightened as you readjusted it, ensuring that no strands were loose. matt squeezed your flesh as you tugged at his hair, wincing at the unexpected sting on his scalp. "that's what you get now stay still" you chuckle, moving your focus to his right eye. a smile plastered on his lips as you continued, the pads of your fingers tickling his eyes.

grabbing the wet wipe from beside him, you wiped the excess face paint off of your fingers. the brown curls slipped from your hand as you released him, letting him know you were done. after blinking a few times to adjust to the brightness of the bathroom, he stood to look in the mirror. clenching his sharp jaw and poking his cheeks out, matt checked himself out. "i don't know if this is a new kink of mine or what.. but you're turning me on right now" you boldly admit, admiring his reflection.

his boots rattled against the floor as he walked back over to you, the materials of his outfit mashing together loudly. once stopped he gave you no personal space. his hands were already reaching for your waist again and you could feel his breath tickling your nose as he stared at you, looking for some type of sign, looking to see if what you said was a joke. "really... d-do i look good?" he breathed, staring at your lips with lust. "so good" you respond, leaning in to meet his lips.

your hands curled around the back of his neck and tangled into the dry part of his hair. scratching at his sensitive scalp and giving stability. his fingers pressed into your sides as his face moved in sync with yours, the tip of his nose poking at your cheek as you sucked him in. a quiet moan blended into the kiss as it deepened, it was getting hot and full of hunger — from both parties. needing more from you, matt opened his mouth and pulled you closer, pushing you to add some tongue into the already heated kiss.

a tangled whine left his occupied mouth as your muscle fought with his, a meaningless fight for dominance. of course you were gonna win, he just wanted a fight. you knew he wanted you to take control of the situation, wanted you to kiss him like there was no tomorrow. and you did, you pulled at his hair as saliva traveled from your lips to his. your tongue explored his mouth as you kissed him harder — more passionately. the room getting stuffy as your bodies moved. the neediness traveled down his body, his hips beginning to grind against yours, searching for some friction to soothe the boner in his baggy pants. "please don't stop" he mumbled, slightly breaking away. you nod, chuckling internally at the irony. "didn't plan on it" you purr, pulling him back to your lips.

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sitting on matt's face ★★

"matt no i'll be too heavy" you worriedly sighed, you were terrified of trying this out for this exact reason and were running out of excuses to give him. but matt was adamant on getting you to do it. he wanted this so bad. turning this head towards your body, he pulled out the puppy eyes, in hopes of convincing you. his baby blues were a last resort. he was being as vocal as possible about his wants but you still weren't budging. "please? jus' want to try and make you feel better" he pouted. your eyes frantically switched from his pretty face to your thighs. conflict filled your usually lustful mind, making it harder to give in. "i can handle it please let me" he chimed in, interrupting you negative thoughts.

handle it was an understatement. crawling over to straddle his waist you swing your legs over his body and sit comfortably above his crotch. meeting his eyes you sigh, "be gentle okay? i know how you get" you warn. his hands smooth over your hips as you try to tell him not to enjoy eating you out, essentially. "i'll try, now please sit on my face".

your knees rubbed uncomfortably against the rough material of the sheets as you scooted up towards matt's face. once hovered you slowly sat down, placing your pussy right on his lips. your hands found his hair as his wrapped around your thighs. his eyes stared deep into yours as he opened his mouth, his pink tongue lunged out, eager to taste you. a guttural groan left your mouths simultaneously at the contact. his tongue swirled around your clit before moving to lick around the rest of your pussy. "fuck matt i said be gentle" you whine.

his eyes fluttered shut as he shook his head and incoherent mumbles left his mouth, which you assumed were protests. his tongue continued to hydrate your slick folds as he dove further into you. his nose gave your clit temporary pleasure as he continuously changed the angle to make you feel good. your hands tugged at his hair at the same time his muscle moved. feeding into his not so subtle pain kink and pulling a high pitched moan from his throat. the sound sent ripples through your pussy, tickling your folds and making your back arch.

matt spoke more muffled words of praise into your folds, spewing out sentences about how good you tasted and how good your pussy felt on his tongue and how he could eat you out forever. your mouth constantly fell open as he flicked his quick tongue in, out and around you. "not too-mffph- heavy" he stuttered out, touching back on your initial worry. the talking he was attempting to do was distracting his tongue from working it's magic, upsetting you and your clit. pushing your hips down against his face you grunt "stop talking or i'll get up"

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look at me shy!sub!chris

"come on chris, i wanna see you" you pry. clenching subtly around his long dick, the boy underneath you should be anything but shy especially while his dick was buried deep inside you. but he was persistent. his large hands either were glued to his face or to your hips while his eyes focused on anything else in the room but you. the boldness that he had earlier while initiating the sex was long gone. shaking his head instantly he whined, "can't look gonna cum"

you coo at his worry, it's cute that he wants to last long for you. reaching over his chest, you place a soft hand under his prickly chin. tilting it so his head would be at the proper angle to make eye contact. "shy or not, if you don't look at me you're not cumming" you clarify. a whine of protest escaped his moisture filled mouth at your almost evil threat. his hands showed a form a protest at your statement aswell, digging eagerly into your sides, surely bruising them. his eyes differed from the rest of his body, they still refused to make contact with you.

bucking his hips up into yours was a sly attempt at swaying you; convincing you to let it slide this once. he smartly aimed for that sweet spot inside you to help his case. “please i can’t ‘s’mbarassing” he mumbled. your nails raked down his naked chest as you rolled your hips in a circle. building up the intensity slowly, to erupt some reaction from him. a whimper pried it's way out of the barrier of his teeth, helping the cogs in your brain turn. your emotions were messing with your usual dominance. it was slipping. feeling a sense of non faux sympathy— you let it go. you hated to give up but you couldn’t get over the tint that appeared on his round cheeks as you made any sort of contact with him. "when you cum then— i wanna see your pretty eyes as those cute moans fill my ears"

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rush sub!matt

the click of the off button on the black camera sent shivers of relief throughout matt's body. his hand was beginning to cramp up from the repeated shirt pulling. his hard on was so clear for his millions of fans to see, and the plaid pajama pants that he loves so much made matters so much worse. after small talk with his same faced brothers, he bid his goodbyes and made a beeline for his room. needing to soothe the ache in his pants as quickly as possible.

the air from bedroom door opening smacked him in the face as he rushed inside. the door was barely shut before he was tugging down his pants and boxers. his cock flung out his boxers, hitting him in the stomach in the process. the precum smeared on his abdomen from the slight contact. leaning against the wooden door for stability he wrapped his veiny hands around the base with a groan.

"holy fuck" he cursed. the desperation fueled his movements. he was fisting his cock with no intent to start slow, no teasing, no edging — just fast and long strokes to get the job done. his orange shirt was soaked with spit as the fabric was forced between his pearly whites. his brown locks cushioned the back of his head as he thew it back on the door. pure ecstasy could only describe what he was feeling.

the shirt touching his warm skin had him feeling even more pathetic, being so eager to please himself that he couldn't even sit down or take the rest of his clothes off. he let out whimper in response, he hated to admit it but it turned him on, feeling so pathetic. just thinking about the degrading words you'd spit at him if you saw had him reeling. continuing jerking himself matt whined loudly, telling himself how needy he was getting, and how close to cumming he was. feeling his balls tighten and the coil in his tummy threatening to snap, he gripped his cock tighter and moved his fist faster.

"gonna cum— please" he voiced, begging to no one in particular; just out of habit. the words slipped off his tongue in a hurry, a sort of last minute warning if you will. a few more strokes is all he needed, his back arched and his thighs and stomach tensed as he came. a pretty moan released from the back of his worn out throat, and ropes of white milky cum painted his hands and the wooded floor below him.

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full switch!matt

legs aching, thighs burning, sweat dripping — it was all too much. you loved being on top don’t get me wrong but it was a lot of work. and matt was lasting a lot longer than usual. not one warning of him being on the brink came out. just repeated moans from him. your hips began to slow in response, the soreness spreading throughout your lower half. he noticed immediately, the way your pussy unclenched around him, the way your hands rested on his chested instead of by his hips.

"no please don't stop" he whined, fingers pressing into your hips as he tried to move them faster. his efforts quickly failed him, the pressure he was forcing on your hips wasn't moving you like he wanted. a series of chuckles left your exhausted throat in response to his efforts. "give me a second matt i'm sore" you groan. the skin slapping in the room reduced to zero as you stuck to grinding against him. the tip of his cock still tickling your sweet spot with the new pace so it felt good — to you. matt on the other hand was getting very impatient, very unsatisfied with the pleasureless movements from you. without thinking he bucked his hip up into yours, with a grunt his tip hit that gummy spot with no effort. "fuck" you cursed, not expecting the stimulation so harshly.

the stillness of your body awoke something inside him. the way you took his unexpected jerk so well had his mind wandering. what else could you take well?

mumbling a quick and jumbled can't wait, matt's knuckles turned white as he swiftly flipped your body onto the mattress, without fully pulling out. your eyes shot open in pure shock, your body hit the bed sort of harsh but not rough. just a desperate move from him. a guttural moan slipped from your throat as he swiftly sunk his cock back into you. "i just need to fuck you i ne—need to fill you" he grunts, brows furrowing as he focused on the pleasure. his hands never left your waist, you figured he was still needing some type of support from you.

the sheets welcomed your body as the his hips rutted into yours. your hand pressed into his lower back while your legs formed an x around his torso. bringing him as close and deep as allowed. the pace that he was fucking into you was adrenaline inducing, it was so unbelievably hot, and exciting. he was so focused on you and you only, nothing else mattered. you felt his back muscles tense as he slightly adjusted the angle of where his cock was reaching inside you —just a little bit deeper.

the blended sexual sounds and words rolled off of your tongues effortlessly. arousal coated your inner things and his cock as he went on about how good your walls felt clamped around his eager length. his breath caressed your neck as he drives further into you. "so go—good wouldn't even dream of pulling out" he whispered, kissing you smoothly to add on to the dirty talk. your nails almost gave him a new tattoo with the way they punctured his skin. "that's it sweetheart, show me how good i'm making you feel" he groans in response. your actions only adding fuel to his fire.

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signature artist!matt

the dimmed lights, the foggy air that the smell of alcohol lingered through, the sweaty bodies that collided with yours as the tempo of the song changed. it was overwhelming and overpowering. you regretted your choice of outfit so bad right now. the tight fitting black crop top that showed way too much cleavage was beginning to feel suffocating around your upper half, the sweat was pooling under your armpits and on your breasts. the short black skirt was rising up uncomfortably, surely whoever was behind you got a view of the lacy lingerie you had on under. you know just incase the sexy man on stage slips you an nda after the show.

all those bad feelings washed away as the star of the show reentered the room. after changing into a more casual outfit and detaching the microphone from the stand he made his way to the edge of the stage to sit and sing. the shitty barricades that separated matt and the crowd stabilized you. your five senses failed you as his sultry voice filled the room. it's as if you were hearing it for the first time ever. the past hour of the show didn't even matter anymore. he sounded perfect right here; right now. for the encore he chose his slower more sensual songs to perform. the room felt hot as you watched him get in the zone. the blue eyes that scanned the room as the lyrics flowed from his mouth, the wet with sweat hair that dripped down the sides of his face and the pieces that stuck to his neck, the tight grip that he had on the microphone — showing his veiny hands off perfectly.

the second hand consumption must be getting to you or maybe it was the delusion but you swore matt was looking at you while singing the most explicit parts of the song. this specific song the most sexual off the album, the lyrics being about him giving a girl head. your body heat raised as he got further into the song, specifically when his glances turned into gazes when he sung intimate lyrics. like it was meant for you only. the pools weren't only sweat now. your mind was racing with the filthiest thoughts as your eyes sucked him in. this was either a really hot wet dream or top tier fan service. the crowd going crazy brought you back to reality, the ear piercing screams as matt hopped of the stage to say his goodbyes. he was taking pictures, hugging, high fiving, holding hands. jealously filled your system as you watched.

playing with the lanyard with your name on it, while waiting in line for the backstage meet and greet you reminisced the moment you shared with matt before the show ended. clenching your thighs as you remembered how the cologne filled your nose as he stood in front of you, holding your hand and calling you pretty. with the most intense eye contact you've ever held with someone in your whole life. your vision started to blur as you replayed the interaction in your head over again. the thunderous voice of the security guard rang through your ears as he yelled for the next person in line. only when you looked ahead of you did you realize that it was you. you were meeting matt.

the heels of the boots you and the guard were wearing clanked against the wooden floor as the guard led you towards the event room. the ring light illuminated matt's features as he stood casually stood in place, waiting patiently for the next fan. "no more than five minutes matt, we got a huge line" the guard instructed. the sentence made you raise a brow, were there other fans the took too long with, did he give someone else the nda, and why only five minutes. "got it man, thank you" he responded before giving you his full attention. you felt like you stopped breathing for a second. he was so much prettier up close and his eyes looked so much bluer' in normal lighting. while chuckling at your state of shock, he jokingly tapped at his wrist and then pointed at the guard walking away. smiling at his joke, you took a deep breath and walked up to him. "hi there gorgeous, enjoy the show?" he asks, pulling you into a warm hug.

"you were okay, you didn't perform my favourite song or anything so meh" you managed to slip out. hoping it wouldn't take it seriously. the feeling of his hands on your body and the close proximity was turning your mind into mush. he let out a genuine laugh into your ear at the matching of energy. you sighed in relief as he broke the hug. "if i had more than five minutes with you pretty, i'd perform it for you" he quickly remarked. you smile at the complimenting name and attempted to rack your brain for something flirty to say back. "add it to the setlist and i'll be front row again"

the tension was filling the already crowded room as he continued to make small talk with you. his body never strayed away from yours and you could smell the expensive cologne filling your senses again. not to mention his wandering eyes that took a liking to the skin that your outfit exposed. you noticed but tried to brush it off and savor your last few minutes with him. "i'd love to keep hearing your voice beautiful but our times almost up, what'dya want me to sign". you cursed in your head as you remembered you came empty handed, no merch no poster, and the clothes you were wearing matched the color of the sharpie wedged between his fingers. you had a frown on your face until a risky idea popped into your head. "i've seen your eyes wander down to my thighs a bit during our convo, how about my right one?"

a pit formed in your stomach as the request really settled in, what if you were completely misreading the vibe between you two. and the question was completely insane to ask. asking this very hot man to sign whatever he wanted, on your body. but not on your hand or arm like a normal person would do. on your fucking thigh. the silence bothered and brought a heat to your face. you wanted to run out of the room and never look back, to delete all his music from your library and pretend you never went to this show in the first place.

to your surprise he shrugged and kneeled on the small rug on the hardwood. "guilty as charged," he smiled, your jaw dropped in complete surprise as if you didn't just tell him to do this. but you didn't think he would actually listen. you attempt to seem calm as you scoot towards his newly positioned body, but you were panicking internally because you didn't know what he was gonna write or how much time you guys had left or if security would walk in on this scandalous position. but those iffy feelings were no longer as you started to enjoy the power you had over him, getting him on his knees with no struggle. once close enough his head tilted up to face you as he asked for permission to touch you. "may i"

his sharpie stained hands reached out for your plump thighs, holding each one in his hand for balance, or in his case so he could feel them up while he had an excuse. your eyes never left his figure as he focused on giving you something meaningful to leave with. the marker tickled you as it glided against your skin with every word he was writing. "i hope this doesn't give you like ink poisoning or something" he laughed, biting his lips in sudden nervousness. you give a small giggle, not wanting to laugh or talk to much, so the writing wouldn't get messed up. "what's your favourite song again" he questions.

reality began to settle in as he capped the sharpie and moved to get up. you pouted once you realized the moment was quickly ending. before you could began to bid him goodbye he stopped you with a simple "i'm not done yet". you wondered what more he was possibly adding with a closed marker. you watched him out of curiosity while he brought his face dangerously close to under your skirt, he planted a kiss right under his signature. there was no red lipstick to color the skin but a thin layer of saliva remained from his wetted lips.

no time to process the events that occurred nor what he signed on your skin, as you heard the chatter from the guard coming closer to the room. standing up tall now he dusted his knees off before reaching out for a hug. engulfing you in a more intimate hug now. his hands slithered around your waist and his chin rested comfortably atop your head. your arms wrapped around his slim waist habitually, making the hug tight and close. suffocating but in the best way. "the black looks good sweetheart, see you next show"

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as 2024 comes to a close i would like to say thank you. to all of you!!! all my friends, mutuals, jules nation! this year as been absolutely insane. i started off just reading in secret but the more i stalked and saw the likes, reblogs, comments and just overall support i wanted to be apart of the sturntumblr community. i remember making a post asking everyone to add me to their tag lists and attempting to make mutuals by saying that i might write in the future. i didn't expect anything from that post but it gained some attention and that started my journey here. i expressed my love for sub!matt and making it known that i wanted to read more fics about him and that started it all, really. i changed my username to submattenthusiast as a joke but it stuck. and i am so happy i stuck with it. i began reading more and more and i was inspired to make my own version of him. i posted a little drabble on july 25th not expecting anything from it since it was kind of late and i didn't have many followers. but i was so wrong, it gained a lot of attention and had a whole bunch of notes before it past the 24hr mark. i gained new followers and even had people in my inbox supporting me. that support meant everything to me and gave me a boost of confidence, pushing me to write more. shortly after i posted my first actual fic, but it got marked as mature and didn't do as well but i was still hopeful. the more i explored sturntumblr the more i realized i had a problem, my blogs were connected and i was not getting the full exposure i wanted and needed so with a lot of thought i made a new blog with the same username i was using on my first one. i was nervous mainly because i didn't think anyone would care enough to follow me on a new blog. on august 27th i officially made the move, announcing to my small circle of friends that i was trying something new. i moved all my works from my previous account and hoped for the best. on september 1st after teasing a new fic i posted my first fic on this account. this fic changed everything for me, i gained 100+ followers, new mutuals, and it was my first post to surpass 1,000 notes, currently it sits at 1.7k notes. which is absolutely insane to me. time jump! on october 20th i hit 1,000 followers which i legit cried for hours about because i was so shocked. i have always been insecure about my writing and myself overall and to see that a thousand people enjoy me and my writing was everything to me. you all mean everything to me. every interaction, every anon, every message, every mutual i'm insanely grateful. i hope you all will stick with me until the end of my time here on tumblr. i thought that was going to be months ago, i lost all my motivation and was the most insecure about my writing but the sweet and threatening messages kept me going. thank you for giving me a great half of 2024, i love you all!

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morning sex sub!chris

cracked lips planted lines of kisses on your exposed neck as you gained consciousness. the position you woke in was odd and uncomfortable. the closeness of your boyfriend was overwhelming. the hands that rested under your shirt and just above the waistline of your underwear, the bulge that was poking against your ass. his hips had a mind of their own, thrusting up into your ass with the your subtle movements. a grunt left his lips once he realized, "morning wood sorry".

usually the morning wood only affected the guy, but wetness was pooling between your thighs. the morning voice, the kisses, the pathetic attempt at covering up him grinding against you. placing your hand over his, you guide him into your underwear— to show him what he did. "look what you did chris, i'm all sticky now" you whisper. the air from the heavy breaths tickled your neck as he got closer somehow. chris was gliding his fingers between your folds with no set pace, just enjoying the feeling of your soaked pussy. your stomach tightened as he played with you, almost distracting you from your original mission. "i can help you... use me however you want" he whimpered into your neck.

your fine nails dug into his black tee shirt for stability as you sunk down on his dick. his protruding veins scratched your gummy walls as he moved deeper inside you. his jaw went slack as your pussy swallowed all of his length and girth. you were filled to the brim. his hair messily sprawled out on the pillows underneath him from the repeated twitching he was doing. the pleasure was getting to him and you hadn't started moving yet. his mind was blanking and all he felt was you. his hardened fingertips stroked your waist as he waited for you to move. "please move mama m' gonna cum if not"

your hips swirled in circles to match the energy in the room. slow. everything felt like it was slowing down just to give you more time to take him in. the sun was starting to shine into the previously dark room, thought it wasn't directly on your body it was getting heated. the space was oddly silent without the sweet moans from the boy under you. you weren't the loudest yourself from the sleepiness still coating your body, but sleepy or not chris was never silent in bed. "make some noise for me hm? you wanted this s'bad so show me" you groan, feeling his dick twitch inside you at the sound of your voice.

with the command put in place you had to give him something to moan about. the slow circles turned into quick bounces, his dick almost slipping out of you every time you lifted your hips. "o-oh fuck" he cried out. skin slapping and moans filled the once still room. the higher pitched moans belonging to chris, your moans were a little more spread out. your mouth forming into an o whenever his tip tickled your special spot. despite the ache in your inner thighs you kept going. the moans slipping from his lips motivated you. the sleepiness faded and now you were in desperate need of a release and to rip every last moan from him.