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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.

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loser!virgin!matt recording a whimpering audio for you

the bulge in his plaid pajama pants was close to jumping out. teasing himself, he let the fabric rub against his angry tip. a small moan flew out of his throat at the friction. the comments of his many followers online brung a blush to his cheek as he thought about how many people loved those very sounds that were falling from his lips. the main one being you, and you let him know that he sounded the prettiest when he sounded so pathetic.

pressing play on the recorder, matt gently palmed his pulsating cock. the speaker on his phone picked up the soft whimpers slowly but surely. the spotify playlist buzzed in the background of the sensual audio. throwing his head back he dragged his long horizontally down his clothed length. the pajama pants bunched up around his inches with the repeated movements. switching from his palm to two fingers he circled his index and middle on the wet spot that formed above his tip. a louder whimper came from his wet lips as he teased the most sensitive part of his long cock.

"leaking mmf— so bad because of you mama" he whines into closer into the phone. calling you mama purposely, knowing the affect it has on you. the form of masturbation was getting more desperate, the spot on his pants was nearly soaked from the constant teasing. but not desperate enough to remove the barrier that was stopping him from feeling full euphoria. lifting his heavy length up he wrapped a fist around the base of him and slowly started to move. guiding his hand slowly up his eager cock — edging himself without the orgasm built up. a loud whimper came from his opened mouth as he jerked himself off.

"wish it was your hand pretty, i miss you so much" he pathetically admits, pathetically because this sentence had a deeper meaning. the boy couldn't dream of cumming without you, he would get so close but the milky cream never spurted out his cock. playing with his slit his whimpers increased in pitch, voice beginning to get hoarse. "mhmf please i need you". breathing heavily he added speed to his strokes to properly finish the audio off — with the best sounds he could muster.

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jules I’m obsessed with this au, professor!reader catching nerd!chris in the library at a pretty late time. what’s his reaction?

procrastination has stuck with you all throughout college and even now as a professor; its your worst habit. this habit that's causing you to be in the library late at night— planning your lesson for next class, which happens to be tomorrow. the library was dimly lit and the one of the only light sources seemed to be the bright light in the study room you booked.

the presentation was coming out decently and you were at a good point to leave the rest for tomorrow, so you decided to pack it up. gathering your pens and shutting your laptop after saving everything you sigh before heading towards the door. your hands ghosted over the doorknob while you looked around for any forgotten materials. in the midst of looking you see a familiar figure with his nose buried in a book.

"christopher? what are you doing here so late" you whisper, leaning down closer while trying not to startle him. the sudden voice in the eerily silent space gave him whiplash with the way his head jerked, his blue eyes met yours in shock as he stared at you. with his silence you examined him closely. his cheeks tinted a pink shade and his leg bounced under the table as he racked his mind for an excuse of being at the library so late. "oh hello ma'am — i was u-um studying and i lost track of time i guess" he whispered with a evident blush.

you smiled to yourself at his politeness and the slight stutter. you sensed the nervousness from a mile away. with your intense staring you noticed his eyes fighting to stay focused on your face. with your upper half being closer to him, your shirt got tighter and your boobs practically spilled out of your shirt. your cleavage would soon turn into a nipple flash. eyes quickly betrayed him though as he took a good look at your sleek black bra. shamelessly. "it's pretty late isn't it? would you like to walk out together?" you asked, motioning towards the empty library.

the silence after your non rhetorical question had you confused, so you looked at the oddly silent boy to see what was up. "christopher?" you try. his eyes frantically looked around the room and he adjusted his black glasses at the break of focus. "huh oh um y-yes ma'am i'd like that a lot" he stuttered. his face was embarrassingly red as he attempted to look normal after staring at his professors boobs and almost being caught.

authors notes - i am glad you're liking it and thank you for this ask!!

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silence sub!matt

the strong hand clamping over the loud boy was no help to silence the sounds that ripped from his sore throat. the hand on the opposite arm and end of the body was working the red needy cock to yet another orgasm. "feels so go-mmh- good" he moaned clearly despite the barriers. the mix of precum and the cum from the previous orgasm provided an extra sound to echo the room. the wetness forming in your pants was a clear sign of enjoyment yet you still found something to get irritated about. he was still so fucking vocal. you might aswell have been jerking him off in-front of everyone.

"shut up" you growl, getting more heated as each sound fell form his lips. unintentionally your hand slowed while you scolded him. desperateness clouded his eyes as he looked at you for some pity. his back pressed into your front and his head rested on your shoulder to convince you to move again. "p-please i'll be quiet b-but move please please' he begged quietly. quiet he was not. picking up the swift pace you had earlier you continued to bring him to his orgasm. the praise and moans repeated with every movement of your hand. you were sure steam was going to come out your ears soon. the way his cock was twitching told you that he was gonna cum soon and he was nothing but quiet while he reached that point.

three hands would come in handy right now. but you were only blessed with two. working with what you had — the hand over his mouth found a new place to rest. the exposed bare skin that covered his neck was soft and slightly damp from the sweat that piled up there. your fingers swiped the excess up before wrapping around the airway. widen eyes burned into the side of your face in confusion. your grip tightened but not enough to stop him from breathing, just to silence him. a strangled plead managed to escape his throat in worry.

shaking your head with a evil smile you remind him. "mama told you to be quiet didn't she?" matt gave you a quick nod in response. "you know your safeword baby now let me help you"

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fill my christmas tree!!! <3

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introducing....✩✩✩

...nerd!chris x professor!reader

libraries, prescription glasses, vinyls, comics. staying out of the way. smartest of the bunch. shy n quiet, respectful, always listening to some type of music except in your class, super attentive, never seen without a pair of converse on, nose in a book/comic in free time. prefers christopher over chris — with a few exceptions.

gold jewelry, french tips, name brand clothes, vanilla scents, big hair, english professor, cat lady, big writer, polished, ambivert, "cool professor", young but not too young, secret tattoos, parties occasionally, teaches to share the love of the complex subject — money is the bonus.

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stream boyfriend!matt

the rowdiness coming from matt's bedroom made you smile, they were finally streaming again. through the thin walls you could hear chris and nick talking to the thousands of viewers but a triplet was missing - matt, who was currently getting dressed in the bathroom next to his room. the stream taking place in your boyfriends room broke your comfort and forced you into the living room for the next few hours. if you were gonna be there for awhile you might aswell make some food, right? the microwave buzzed in the background as you lounged on the wooden table.

the scratching against the hardwood alerted you of the presence of the man of the hour. looking up at him you smiled at the silly pose he was doing, the hands shoved in his pockets and the one foot that he kicked out for extra effect. "hey handsome" you coo, motioning him over. blushing a bit at the praise he stumbled over to the edge of the table. his skinny hands wrapped around your waist as he shimmied between your legs.

he kept the eye contact intense as he spoke quietly. "wanted to see y'before i streamed". smoothing your palm against his freshly shaved cheeks, you simply nodded, knowing what he meant by "see you". loosing the unannounced staring contest, you closed your eyes and brought his face to yours. immediately getting into the groove matt opened his mouth for you, letting you take control off the bat. smashing your lips on his you moaned at the taste of the vanilla chapstick he previously put on.

your nose rubbed against his face as you hungrily but slowly kissed him. the pink lips attempted to move in unison with yours but couldn't catch up - your eagerness outshined his. his brain beginning to fog as you made out with him like never before. feeling like his face was getting too much attention you brought your hands to his lightly damp hair. once you felt your grip was promising you tugged altho the brown locks, earning a muffled moan from him you smiled into the continuous kiss.

locking your legs around his thin waist you try to pull him closer as if your faces weren't smushed together. you weren't the only one feeling desperate as his hips silently thrusted into your legs — not exactly where he wanted it to hit no, but it was soothing his growing boner somehow. your hands tangled into his hair to pull his head back slightly. sneaking your tongue inside his mouth when he opened it to whine out in pain and pleasure.

without a fight for dominance, you made out with him further until your lungs brought you back to reality. breaking away from the kiss with a string of spit connecting the mutually bruised lips you let out a strong breath. protesting immediately at the loss of contact matt whined sadly. "no please come back" he begged, grabbing your hands to place them back in his messy hair. chuckling at his panicked state you hold his hands still. "you have a stream to attend remember.?" frowning at the reminder matt shook his head. "they can wait please" he begs again. shaking your head you release him from the tight grip of your thighs, you pat his butt before pushing him back towards his room.

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sounds - christopher sturniolo

based off of this

finishing off the last few swirls of his middle and index chris licked the arousal clean off the coated digits. unconsciously your eyelids shut, the pleasure of him toying with your clit fading. your muscles began to unclench and your breathing stablized. chris didn't like that — bringing those same wet fingers to lift your chin up to face him. "keep those pretty eyes on me, want you to see how good imma make y'feel" he whispers, leaning impossibly close to your face.

his right hand wrapped around the ankle resting on his shoulder — holding it in place, the uncomfortable position stretching your body abnormally. you let out a light groan as you adjusted to be as comfortable as possible before chris moved. his long brown hair drooped over his eyes as he zeroed in on your pussy, gliding his red tip through the sticky folds for makeshift lubricant. keeping your focus on him, like he requested you watched how he gripped his base and how he stopped the groan that was bound to slip from his bruised lips as he gave his dick the desperately needed touch.

with his fist in a ball chris spreads the wetness around his lengthy dick, stroking slow but thoroughly cover the skin. returning his original hand position chris, looked up at you for silent confirmation. nodding, you gave him the last signal before started to push in, tip already stretching your snug walls. the sheets getting trapped in between your fingers as adrenaline rushed through your body. the feeling of his dick prying your walls apart. your eyes threatened to shut in retaliation, the feeling overwhelming. the man above you apparently feeling the same, "fuck you're killing me" he growled lowly.

the veins of his dick moulded into your walls as he halted his movements. your free leg wrapped around his waist, and your hand relieved the sheets and gripped his bicep. the grip you had on him and the pulsing of your pussy around him damn near had him cumming on the spot. feeling the rush of lust, he softly whispered "oh fuck".

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submattenthusiast's works in progress !!

stream - boyfriend!matt covered - loser!virgin!matt

full - switch!matt hot cocoa - boyfriend!matt movie theaters - needy!sub!matt both - sub!matt mistletoe - fwb!chris gift - dealer!chris decorations - boyfriend!chris christmas lights - sub!matt makeouts - batman!matt cockwarming - sub!chris morning sex - sub!chris cumming without permission - bratty!sub!matt

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public - christopher sturniolo

"y'feel me rubbing against your ass mama" chris whispered into your ear. the raspiness of his voice made the hairs on your neck stand and sent chilling shivers down your spine. plus the subtle neediness that came out with the casual use of the pet name. textured fingertips pressing into your hips as he rubbed his dick against you shamelessly. not caring that there was people around and you were in the middle of the crowded store. disgusted stares were shot his way but he gave no fucks, as he expressed strongly. "have some decency" you scolded, pushing his grabby hands away from your body.

the cute vintage looking ed hardy shirt caught your eye, distracting you momentarily from the visions of his dick running through your head. you immediately stopped at the rack to squeeze it out from in between the bigger clothes beside it. interrupting your shopping again, chris snuck up behind you. placing his head on your shoulder he complimented, "like that shirt, you'd look hot in it". brown hair and stubble tickling your neck and cheek as he talked. leaning into his firm chest you sigh, "yeah i like it too but it looks a little small y'know?". with a dirty smile he responded, "the smaller the better, your tits will look amazing". as if his statement wasn't vulgar enough, he gave the tits in question a quick squeeze.

putting on a front was a specialty of yours and it came in handy in this moment. his blatant boldness and horniness was soaking your panties. but he didn't and wouldn't have to know that. smacking his hands away, you groan. "do you have shame?". it was a rhetorical question really but you still expected a response. a chuckle is all he mustered up. "the shirt, yes or no", "yes. it's got my dick hard" he mumbled. the security camera above caught all of this lewdness, catching his dirty comments, catching his pink lips as they kissed up your neck, catching his eager hips grinding against your ass.

the minor acts voyeurism caught the attention of others, easily. the staring and scoffs made you slightly insecure and ruined the fun—at least for you. chris was still dry humping you with no care in the world. "people are staring jackass, stop" you whisper, breaking away from him. your break away attempt was short lasting unfortunately. soon as you stopped again, he was back on you. this time just pressing his dick against you. "i don't give a fuck, let em watch" he nonchalantly states. though the idea turned you on, you weren't that much of a slut to fuck him in the middle of a thrift store.

the metal colored his palms red as he caught the assortment of keys. his raised eyebrow questioned you before he could. "go jerk off in the car since you're into people watching" you state, walking away from the horny boy. his loud cackle brought more attention onto you both—annoyingly. jerking your head to the side you waited for him to leave, so you could finish your shopping. turning to the other shoppers he boldly stated "i'll film it for y'all, so you won't miss out on the show"

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i just can’t keep living like this

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i think i never should’ve started to write

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Please do pegging matt with somnophilla (only if your comfortable 💕)

tw // somnophilia and pegging !! this is one hundred percent consentful sex

the covers messy, head-board shaking slightly, sunlight creeping into the dark room. all factors of the lack of sleep you were dealing with. not to mention the gentle whines and plea's from matt that sounded through the silentness. turning to face him you sigh, he was so pretty. the perfectly messy brown hair, his long eyelashes, his pink chapped but still soft lips. not a single flaw was found.

like a teenage boy going through puberty, you got horny. arousal sticking your thighs together already. — just from looking at him. the closeness of your bodies was not helpful. you could feel his breath tickling your nose. and his cock growing harder; with no restrictions. you tried to ignore the extra heartbeat. tried to clench your thighs to stimulate your needy pussy. of course you failed miserably, but he just looked so fuckable. sleeping so peacefully, having a wet dream and unintentionally showing off his polished arch.

hesitant thoughts ran through your mind as you crawled towards him. you felt so selfish for being so desperate. you needed to fuck him so bad. he was sleeping so well for once, but you were being greedy; so fucking greedy. he of course expressed his liking for somno subtly, mentioning his frequent wet dreams and shyly admitting that he wouldn't mind a little help with his morning wood. you were helping him just in your own way, for your own selfish needs.

dragging the plastic tip against his smooth asscheeks and the back of his thighs, avoiding his prepped hole purposely. admiring his delicate form before you would ruin it. the preparation was easy, he just took you so well, slight moans fell out of his lips from the penetrating fingers, but he never woke up. gripping the base of the dildo you spread his cheeks and angled your body to push into him. a glint of light appeared in your eyes as you watched the toy disappear into him. upon entry his sounds increased in sound and pitch, whines and high pitched moans left his slack jaw. studying his face for discomfort, you bottom out. his dark brows furrowing as you fill him.

building a decent pace, you thrusted lazily into him. holding his hips for extra stability incase your knees failed you. heavy breaths escaped you in place of the moans that were eager to be heard. "feels mfmf so goomf" he mumbled, barely understandable. with the praise you moved your hips a little quicker, not quick enough to wake him though. peeking over at his face for safety, you stared, his eyes were still shut tight and his light snore was still heard. quickly distracted from his face your eyes landed on his twitching cock that was fully hard and leaking precum.the reaction you wanted from him other than the moans and the praises. the cherry on top for you and your dirty fantasies.

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fingers needy!sub!matt

the pineapple flavoured chapstick that moulds with the saliva being swapped in this sloppy makeout. the fruity hint covering your dominating lips as they sucked his pretty bruised lips in. the long brown hair that adorned his head tickled your forehead as he leaned over you. his nose mashing into your cheek with the closeness of your faces. the scratches of the fabric ringing in your ears as his lengthy fingers dig into the sofa that elevated your body. clamped thighs that suffocate your waist for steadiness. the putty he turned into under your grip as you slide a hungry tongue in his open mouth. not a single fight was had. he gave himself completely to you. and you couldn't get enough.

the greediness was interrupted with quickness—your ringtone blared through the room. eyes rolling to the back of your head and you pulled away with a heavy sigh. his puffy lips forming into a frown at the split. you nod in acknowledgement and reach for your phone. you wanted so badly to ignore it and get back to that sweet pineapple. "hello?". the simple greeting helped the glimmer of hope escape from his blue eyes. the pout even stronger as your attention was snatched away from him.

the tent tightening his once loose jeans forced him to take action. the hand on his hips slipping from his lust filled brain as he rocked against you. your eyes shot him a warning look while your eyebrows raised in confusion. his shenanigans momentarily distracted you. he loved it, his pout turned into a smile and his ears dismissed your warnings while he continued to dry hump you. the rough fabric clashing with the smooth exposed skin. the blatant disobedience filled you with anger. lips clenching together in response. he was toying with you.

his audacity never shrunk— the echoing moans that slipped out of his mouth, the pace that quickened as your phone call progressed and the challenging eye-contact he kept with you. letting out casual mhm's and yeah's to seem interested in the conversation could only get you so far. your attention was only on matt. attempting to tame the boy, while his loud mouth was closed, you shushed him with two quick fingers.

the resistance only fueled his fire. his smushed lips wrapped around the digits. lightly manicured fingers sinking in his wet mouth. the sticky saliva coating your fingers as his twisted tongue swirled around. your mouth fell open with a gasp, phone call completely being disregarded now. a smirk graced his occupied lips at him having your full attention now. his hips resumed their movements, rutting against you like an animal in heat.

sensing more disobedience from him, you mouthed a stop. warning him one more time.tuning back into what the other party on the other line conversed about. calmly giving bullshit responses. shaking his head he let out the most obscene sounds. your brows angrily furrowed, hairs frowing down. "yeah, she said sh—she! wanted that" you stumbled out. hard to speak properly when your fingers were pushing him towards his limits. slender digits going further into his mouth, gagging him in the process. since he wanted your attention so bad he'd get it. his eyes watered and the smiled faded quickly. the sounds of choking and gagging began to echo around the room, bouncing off the walls, and queuing you to wrap up this call.

letting the boy breathe, you pulled your damp fingers from his airway. looking him dead in the eyes as you wiped the excess spit across his cheek. "yeah that sounds good mom, i'll catch you later i have something to handle" you sigh, wrapping up the call.

[subchrattenthusiast]

hey girllll everything okay?:)

not really but it will be