#Matt Sturniolo x reader

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴍᴇꜱꜱʏ

friends to lovers, messy, slow burn, awkward intimacy, sexual tension, kissing, tension, confusion, longing, intense emotions, best friends, implied oral sex (m!receiveing), hesitation, unspoken desires, teasing

based of this request by @sturnslutz !

word count - 1.9k

The thing about being best friends with you is that Matt’s constantly caught in this weird in-between space, where he’s not sure if he should be reading your smile as something casual or… something else.

Today’s one of those days. You’re sitting on the couch, barely watching the movie, and you’re too close… so close that Matt can feel the heat from your skin, the way your hand brushes his when you reach for the blanket. It’s a simple gesture, no big deal, right? But his chest feels tight, and his heart’s doing this weird thing where it skips a beat, then races to catch up.

You probably don’t even notice, or if you do, you act like it’s nothing. Just you, being you, sweet and unbothered. But he’s not unbothered.

Matt hates how his brain fixates on every little thing… your laugh, the way your hair falls over your shoulder, how you move like you’re unaware of the effect you have on him. Every second with you is a war between wanting to lean closer and wanting to retreat.

It’s stupid. He knows it’s stupid. You’re his best friend. You’ve been through everything together, and he can’t afford to mess that up.

But then.

“Matt,” you say softly, leaning a little closer, like you’re searching for something in his eyes. Something he’s not sure he’s ready to give in to. His breath catches, and he’s momentarily frozen, unsure if he should answer or just keep staring at you like a damn idiot.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?” You sound so casual, but your voice… there’s something there, something that makes his stomach twist in knots. And he knows you don’t mean anything by it, but he’s this close to losing control.

“I’m fine,” he manages, the words coming out way too fast, too panicked. His hand twitches at his side, but he holds it still, trying not to look at you, trying not to notice how your eyes linger on his.

He’s known you forever. You’re comfortable. But right now, nothing about this is comfortable.

It’s like… he’s waiting for something to happen. Something that he can’t predict. Something he doesn’t want to happen but also doesn’t want to stop. He’s so damn confused.

Your fingers brush his hand, this time deliberately, and his entire body freezes. The touch lingers for a fraction of a second too long. And in that instant, everything he’s been fighting against, the wanting, the longing, the goddamn frustration, hits him full force.

He doesn’t move. Your fingers trail the tendons in his hand, slowly, delicately. The air between you thickens, and he wonders if you feel it too. 

Then, suddenly, you look at him again, and it’s not the casual glance you always give him. It’s something different. Something more eager. Like you’re begging him to make a move.

For a second, Matt wonders if he’s imagining it. If he’s just seeing what he wants to see. But then your fingers tap against the back of his hand, the lightest pressure imaginable, and it’s like his brain short-circuits.

He should say something. Laugh it off. Move away. But he doesn’t. He just sits there, letting the weight of the moment sink into his skin, letting it press against his ribs like an ache.

Your eyes don’t leave his. They flicker down, just for a second, just enough to make his breath hitch, and suddenly, the movie is nothing, the room is nothing, and all he can focus on is the way you’re looking at him.

His fingers twitch beneath yours. And then, god, he’s not sure who moves first. Your knee knocks into his, your hand shifts against his wrist, and suddenly, he’s leaning in before he even realises he’s doing it.

It’s slow at first. Hesitant. His forehead nearly brushes yours, his breath warm where it ghosts over your lips, and it’s-

It’s too much.

Something snaps.

One second, you’re barely touching, and the next, he’s kissing you like he’s starved for it. Like all the tension, all the frustration, all the nights spent overthinking have finally boiled over.

Your hands are in his hair, tugging, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, and he groans. Quiet, but desperate. His grip tightens on your waist, on the soft fabric of the hoodie you stole from him weeks ago, and he barely has time to process the fact that you’re kissing him back just as hard before you’re shifting, moving, climbing into his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Messy. It’s so messy. The way your fingers pull at him, the way his hands slide under your hoodie, the way your breaths come faster, sharper, mixing with his in the space between kisses.

This is so past the point of no return.

But the thing is… Matt doesn’t care. Not anymore. Not when your mouth is on his like this, not when your body is pressed against him, not when every second feels like unraveling something he’s been holding onto for way too long.

He knows he should stop. Ask if this means something. If this will change things. If you’ll regret it.

But when you pull back just enough to look at him, lips swollen, mouth open, eyes dark, breathing hard, fingers still tangled in his hair, he doesn’t ask.

Because you don’t look uncertain. You don’t look like you regret it.

You look like you want more.

And Matt gives it to you. 

He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t overthink, doesn’t hold back. His hands slide higher, fingers skimming along your sides, feeling the way your body moves beneath his touch. His brain is foggy, all scrambled signals and static, but one thing is painfully, irrefutably clear. 

You. You feel so good.

You shift in his lap, pressing down in a way that has him sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth. His hands tighten, grounding himself, grounding you, but it does nothing to stop the burn traveling through his veins. He’s never been like this, never let himself want this much, and it’s overwhelming. How much he needs you right now.

Your hands cup his face, pulling him back into another kiss, and it’s even messier this time, deeper, hungrier. Your teeth graze his bottom lip, and he groans, the sound slipping from his throat before he can even think to stop it. You react instantly, fingers fisting in his hoodie, tugging him closer, like you crave the way he’s unraveling beneath you.

It’s dizzying. The way you feel, the way you taste, the way you’re completely consuming him. His hands can’t stay still… palms sliding over your thighs, up your back, pressing into every curve, every inch of you he can reach.

“Matt,” you whisper against his lips, and fuck. His name. His name in your voice, like that, breathy and desperate… it nearly sends him over the edge.

He leans in, mouth trailing along your jaw, down your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your skin, and your breath shudders, fingers digging into his shoulders. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, doesn’t think. Not when you’re arching into him like this, not when you’re tilting your head, giving him more space, not when your nails scrape along the back of his neck in a way that makes his entire body burn.

But then.

You make this sound, this little gasp, and it’s like slamming on the brakes at full speed.

Matt’s heart stutters. His hands freeze, his lips still against your skin, his brain catching up to what the hell he’s doing.

What the hell are you two doing?

His breathing is ragged, his grip still firm on your waist, and you… you’re staring at him, lips parted, pupils blown wide. You look wrecked. And god, he must look wrecked too.

His throat feels tight. “I…”

But he doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know how to make sense of the way everything just exploded between you two, how he went from second-guessing everything to nearly devouring you in the span of a few minutes.

Matt swallows hard, eyes flickering over your face, your lips, your expression… like he’s trying to memorise this moment before it slips through his fingers. His breath is uneven, his chest rising and falling too fast, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding himself back.

You don’t want him to.

Your fingers trace the hem of his top, slipping underneath, palms pressing against his stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin. He tenses under your touch, sucking in a sharp breath, but he doesn’t stop you. Doesn’t pull away. If anything, he leans into it, his hands flexing against your waist like he’s trying to ground himself.

His head tilts back slightly, and god, he looks so good like this. Cheeks flushed, lips parted, struggling to keep his breathing steady. You can feel the weight of his gaze when he looks back at you, like he’s searching for something, like he’s waiting for permission he doesn’t need to ask for.

And then you’re shifting, sliding off his lap, your hands trailing down his torso, slow and deliberate. He stiffens, his fingers twitching where they rest on your thigh, and you don’t miss the way his jaw clenches, the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows.

“Wait…” His voice is hoarse, like he’s trying to catch up with what’s happening, but he doesn’t actually stop you.

You glance up at him, eyes heavy-lidded, fingers tracing the waistband of his sweatpants. “Do you want me to stop?”

Matt lets out a shuddering breath, his hands gripping the couch like he’s trying to ground himself. He shakes his head, almost too fast, and when he finally meets your gaze, his pupils are blown wide.

“No.” His voice is barely above a whisper, rough and breathless. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good.” A small smile tugs at your lips, almost shy. “I wanna take care of you.”

His hands twitch at his sides, like he doesn’t know where to put them. Like he’s fighting some internal battle, caught between letting this happen and stopping you before he completely loses himself. But you don’t give him that chance.

You settle between his legs, eyes locked onto his, waiting for something…hesitation, a second thought, any kind of resistance. But Matt just looks at you, jaw clenched so tightly you think it might shatter, hands gripping the couch like he’s holding on for dear life.

And then you touch him.

His head drops back against the couch with a groan so low, so strained, that heat pools in your stomach instantly. His hands finally move, fingers threading into your hair, hesitant at first, then desperate.

You take your time, teasing, testing, watching every reaction…how his breath stutters, how his fingers tighten, how his thighs tense beneath you. He’s unraveling right in front of you, and it’s intoxicating.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles, voice wrecked, half a laugh, half a plea.

You glance up, meeting his eyes just as his grip falters. “Don’t be shy, baby.”

He looks at you again, tilting his head in confused adoration.

You smile, a breathless, teasing grin. And then you whisper, “I want it to be, like, messy.”

creds to rose for the divider! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: erm. i hope u like it alexis.

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cya soon !!

[sweetshuga]

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ cursing ⋆ period pain simulator ⋆ untouched orgasm ⋆ cumming in pants ⋆ masturbation ⋆ pain kink ⋆ self-edging ⋆ keeping quiet + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... Matt discovered something he never would have thought he’d be into.

A few hours after filming the video, they finally decided to go to bed, still giggling about their own reactions to the period pain simulator, but Matt was awfully quiet—almost thoughtful.

Matt was finally in the comfort of his own room, sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard as he eyed the period simulator device curiously. He knew they hadn’t gone through all of the settings—only the first 5, and he was curious- no, scratch that, he was morbidly curious as to how painful it would be if he were to press the button up to max.

Only one way to find out huh?

Matt took his sweet time searching up on his phone where to put the pads to experience what period cramps feels like more realistically than the weird electric shocks that he and his brothers endured.

He inhaled sharply when he felt the coolness of the pads as he placed them on his pelvis and exactly where a uterus would normally sit if he was a woman. His breathing grew slightly shallow, the anticipation and nerves eating him alive.

After some self-encouragement he finally turned the dial – on the very top – to 1.

At first, he didn’t feel it, but after a few seconds he could feel a flutter in his tummy. Seeing that it wasn’t as bad as he made it out to be in the video, he skipped to 6 since he had already done it up to 5.

Bad decision.

His whole body jolted when he felt the sudden cramps. It wasn’t as bad as he initially thought—that’s for sure, but it was bad enough to make his face scrunch up in silent agony as he endured the feeling of having his stomach squeezed in a way.

Matt kept quiet since he didn’t want Chris or Nick to know what he was doing.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he blindly turned the dial, accidentally skipping a few too many levels. His whole body shuddered when he felt cramps so intense that his hips lifted off the bed, hands scrambling to grip his bed sheets, the device falling on his lap and on the prominent bulge-

Woah, rewind that, on the what now?

His eyes snapped open and gaze fell down to his lap, seeing the obvious boner straining against the fabric of his sweatpants left him flustered, his face flushing with embarrassment even though he was alone in his room and no one would see or know that he was getting turned on by fucking period cramps of all things.

Matt cursed under his breath, his brows bunching as another wave of cramps hit, his dick twitching in his sweats.

Fuck, he was really enjoying this.

Matt couldn’t believe it. Sure, he knew he had somewhat of a pain kink, but he didn’t think it was to this extent.

His curiosity got the best of him and he reached for the device again, his hands shaky and lips slightly parting as he turned the dial up to the highest number.

A groan, of pleasure or pain—he couldn’t quite tell, fell out of his parted lips before he could stop it, his hips jerking subtly as the most intense level of the period pain simulator made his tummy feel like it was getting squeezed with barbed wires.

Suddenly, an intense wave of pleasure washed over him, one that made his vision blur and eyes roll back briefly.

Then he felt it—the wetness.

"N-no fucking way…" He whispered hoarsely when he saw the small patch of wetness forming close to the waistband of his sweatpants. "What the fuck." Matt blinked in surprise at the wet patch on his crotch and his fingers grazed tentatively against the growing dark grey spot, feeling the warmth and stickiness of his cum.

He had orgasmed and came in his pants.

Humiliation and embarrassment flooded his senses, the throbbing of the artificial period cramps momentarily dulled and forgotten in the face of his pathetic climax. With a heavy, shuddering sigh, he pulled down his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one swift motion, freeing his – still surprisingly rock solid – dick, it slapping obscenely against his abdomen.

Matt stared down at his standing shaft—cum lazily leaking down it. He knew he couldn’t just leave it alone, not when it was jumping every time the cramps got stronger, and so, he grasped the base of his hefty length, giving it a few slow pumps before shifting his position on the bed to get more comfortable so he could let loose completely.

"Fuuuck." Matt breathed out, hips stuttering as he gradually fastened his pace, his fingers wrapping more tightly around his shaft to create a snug fit.

His mind threatened to blank with pleasure as the period cramps kept him focused on nothing but it, and the pleasure of his hand fisting his length.

"Sh-shit—ah-mmfh—fuuckk!" Matt moaned, biting his lips to muffle the moans and mewls bubbling in his throat. His free hand fisted the sheet for leverage and as a way to ground himself as his hips started to chase his hand—fucking his own fist.

Matt could feel himself growing closer and closer, the dual stimulation of the period cramps and the pleasure coursing through him from masturbating left him teetering on the edge of something mind-blowing.

"Please, oh--ffuuc-- p-please, need to-" His breath caught in his throat, interrupting his incoherent babbles and pleas. He didn’t know who he was begging for, perhaps himself, begging himself to stop and let him cum.

Pathetic.

His moans threatened to grow in volume as he slowed down his hand, not wanting to come just yet; he wanted to drag out his pleasure—he had all the time in the world to keep himself on edge longer, after all.

Matt let out a small whine when he felt his peak disappear, making his hand move along his shaft again before stopping when he felt that familiar tautness in his tummy.

Repeating that pattern again and again left him breathless and needy. It did not help that the period cramps – the device was giving him – were making him more and more turned on.

Matt couldn’t take his own teasing anymore and started to pump his shaft faster, his eyes rolling back briefly before squeezing shut when he felt the bands grow tighter in his abdomen, the pressure leaving his mind blank, but he didn’t stop—he had to come or else he’d lose his mind.

Then it snapped abruptly—his orgasm crashing over him.

"Y-yesss—ffuuuckkk, yes!" Matt let out a drawn out moan, too lost in the moment to worry about his brothers hearing the babbles of pleasure exiting his mouth freely. "J-just like that–mmfh!" His hips bucked desperately with each rope of cum spurting out of his angry tip.

Matt’s eyes rolled back behind his closed eyelids – making it flutter – as the pleasure proved to become too much, his hand slowly halting to a stop, and even the slightest stroke left him shuddering with pleasure.

The cramps eventually became too painful, therefore making him quickly unplug the pads from the device, and the tension in his body left immediately. His breathing slowly evened out, body slumping against the headboard as he stared down at the mess on his lap, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

Guess he found something quite interesting huh?

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟏.𝟐 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[v6nillaa]

♡ — matt 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔 using his tongue on you . . .

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: oral sex, (fem!recieving) smut, fingering, kissing.

🍨— masterlist. taglist. (thank u to the sweetest girl ever @delilahsturniolo for helping me out with this!)

“f—fuck matt..” you babbled, as matt’s head was in between your thighs, working on the wetness that flowed out of your glistening pussy. it was like matt was suddenly in another universe, he could play with your pretty pussy all day long.

“so so wet f’me, hm?” matt’s muffled voice sent vibrations into your clit as he spoke, his tongue suddenly plunging into your and flicking against your arousal. you moaned, your back arching up against the bed, but matt put his hand on your stomach and pushed you down, eliciting a small whine from you.

“what got ya so worked up baby?” matt lifted his head, looking at your fucked out face, his thumb pressed on your sensitive clit, making your breath hitch. “y—your rings and…you just looked good.” your weak voice was barley even audible as matt’s thumb continued rubbing tight circles onto your sensitive spot, making you absolutely lose it.

you were so desperate at this point, desperate for matt’s tongue, fingers, anything. just a few moments ago, you weren’t expecting to be in such a vulnerable position. it all began when you and matt were getting ready to go out to a restaurant, and fuck—he looked amazing. you just couldn’t help but need him in that moment.

“oh yeah? how good did i look?” matt teased, leaning forward to kiss your dripping wet pussy, a small gasp escaping your mouth as he did so. “tell me, come on.” matt demanded, his tone filled with dominance as he instructed you. “so good…so fucking good..” you could’ve sworn your eyes had rolled to the back of your head.

your moans became soft as your body relaxed, matt bit and sucked on your clit, as if he hadn’t eaten anything in days. you could hear him groan into your soaked folds, the noises he made sounding like music to your ears.

matt lifted his head up once more, he was now hovering over you and looking down at your face. the world around you two had seemed to blur, as matt’s gaze flickered to your soft, plump lips. he leaned in, your lips meeting, you could slightly taste yourself within the kiss.

it started off tender, but began to grow slow, passionate and savory. his hand cupped your cheek as your fingers curled into his shirt, gripping tightly. time stilled as the two of you practically melted into each other, lost in the rhythm of your shared heartbeat. 

matt pulled away, suddenly grabbing your waist and flipping you over, kneeling on the bed behind you as he fiddled with his belt and zipper. “relax, sweetheart. let me make y’feel good, okay?” matt said.

you had a long night ahead of you. 

© v6nillaa | please do not copy, modify, translate, or claim any of my works as your own! 🍨

[chrattho1]

texts’ between bsf!chris x reader pt13

warnings: suggestive comments,use of petnames

a/n: i have a blurb on what went down but you guys wanted the text’s instead so tell me if i should post that too;)

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8 pt9 pt10 pt11 pt12

more of this au here

taglist: @espressqe @ginswife @sturnsburna @carolina454 @hope2244 @hotgirlbl0gger @violetstxrniolo777 @riggysworld @verycoolmiyah @fadedstvrn @purpledreamertyphoon @mattsplaything @whore4chris @chris-halleluja @annsx03 @mattsdemi @chrislittleslut @poolover123 @luvvnai @chrissturniolossidehoe @pompomprrin @harmonysturniolo @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @soph-loren @ccsturns @lovesturni0l0s @chriss-slutt @wysmols @sturniolosluttt @mattsdillion @alyssa-sturn @bilssturns @sturnobessed @mxnsonn @izzylovesmatt @sturniolosymphony @chrissturnioloswife88 @sxphiee3 @purpledreamertyphoon @whoreforchrissturnniolo @slutformatt17 @realuvrrr @sweetxcheeryx @sturnl0ve @estellesdoll @glitterybtch @courta13 @mattsbitchh @slvtf0rchr1s @trevorsgodmother

[kinascum]

P. LINKS pt2 - M. STURNIOLO.

hold on tight

shut up and drive

what a view..

tuff matt couldn't wait to pull over

have you met my brother?

such a desperate pup

three's not a crowd if chris is around

a 2 course meal

sooo fucked out

work for what's yours baby

[f1rewr1t3r]

Literally almost everyone on this damn app

I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

[sosasturns]

now introducing… TENNIS PLAYER!CHRIS and    TENNIS PLAYER!MATT x TENNIS COACH!READER                    in CHALLENGERS

GAME, SET, MATCH. you—once ago the brightest rising star in tennis—had your career stolen by an injury. now, you coach your husband, matt, molding him into the champion you never got to be. but when chris—your ex-boyfriend, matt’s ex-best friend, and the biggest threat to matt’s career—returns, old tensions resurface. lines blur, boundaries crack, and the pressure to win becomes unbearable. who’s really playing the game? and who’s just trying to survive it?

TENNIS PLAYER!CHRIS: life is a highway by rascal flats. dating apps. non-renovated motels. marlboros. cocky. full-time ‘i can do it on my own’ sayer. grass-stained baseball caps. thumb rings. hotel bar hookups. advil n redbull at midnight. tan lines. bruised knuckles. stubborn. selfish. still plays like he has nothing to lose.

TENNIS PLAYER!MATT: careless whisper by george michael. elite athlete. father. too many gray hairs to count. ice baths. post-match interviews he doesn’t wanna do. structured polos. headbands. knows his wife deserves better. still looks for her in the crowd. tense jaw. ‘i heart you daddy’ beaded bracelet his daughter made. migraine by 5, in bed by 9. plays like he has everything to prove.

TENNIS COACH!READER: man eater by nelly furtado. ex-tennis champion. mother. birkin collection. kept her last name. sundresses. diormidnight s11 sunglasses. pta meetings. fresh blowout every week. silver jewelry. iced lattes, extra shot. quiet luxury. wants to be good. isn’t sure she is.

TOGETHER: tension. breathless arguments behind closed doors. a history that never really ended. stolen glances. a love story disguised as a rivalry. three lives entangled in something bigger than just the game.

challengers au series. coming 02.23

disclaimer: this au follows the plotline of challengers (2024), dir. by luca guadagnino. names, settings, and certain details have been altered to fit the narrative, but the core themes of rivalry, tension, and entanglement remain the same. this is a reimagining, not a direct retelling. all for fun, no copyright infringement intended.

@ SOSASTURNS

TAGLIST: @submattenthusiast @sophand4n4 @secretlocket @mrsdillonx @ch6rm @sweetrelieef @gabri3la-sturns @inspiredangel @sturn777 @et6rnalsun @faiyaz555 @whore4mattsturniolo @courta13 @katie-tibo @ifwdominicfike @raesturns @adoremattsturns @conspiracy-ash @cheriiboo @mattsleftball @applecidersturniolo @chrepsi @grace-sturnz @emely9274 @almloe @yourmother29

[sturnioz]

‘TASTE.’ — MATT STURNIOLO

pairing. matt sturniolo x fem!reader genre. smut, established relationship.

word count. 2.1k

❝let me taste you. please.❞

content warnings. explicit content, heavy kissing, fingering, oral (female receiving), light hair pulling,

dividers by. @issysh3ll

You’re jolted awake by the sharp ring of Matt’s alarm, the sound piercing through the quiet morning. Squinting through tired eyes, you lift your head from the pillow in search for the source, but before you can react, you feel a familiar weight shift across your back as Matt leans over you with a groggy grunt, silencing the alarm on his phone with a quick tap of his finger before he flops back onto his side of the bed with a sigh.

He yawns deeply, rubbing a hand over his face as if he’s trying to rub the sleep away before he settles back under the covers, his arm instinctively curling around your back, pulling you closer. You close your eyes, wanting to drift back off again, but sleep seems to leave you. 

The bed is still warm and inviting, and the thought of getting up definitely feels too much for you to do, so you turn onto your side, facing him instead. As you shift, the blankets slip down, and a chill brushes over your naked skin, making you shiver at the contact. Matt notices this immediately, and without a word, he pulls the blankets back up over your shoulders, tucking them snugly around you before scooting closer.

His arm wraps firmly around your waist, and he buries his face against your throat, his warm breath fanning across your skin as he exhales deeply, his body relaxing fully against you. 

You let yourself relax too, the warmth of his embrace lulling you into comfortableness. For a brief moment, you think you might be able to drift off to sleep again—until you feel the soft press of Matt’s lips against your neck. His kisses are lazy and unhurried, the graze of his mouth and warm breath tickling your skin. 

A sleepy giggle leaves you, and you arch away at the sensation brushing over a sensitive spot, which causes Matt to chuckle and hold you tighter with his arm to draw you back against him.

“Stop movin’...” he drawls out, his voice thick with sleep. He nips playfully at your neck, the corners of his lips curling into a smile and he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes heavy-lidded.  “Let me kiss you.”

“I’ve got morning breath,” you protest, turning your head away as he tilts closer in an attempt to claim your lips. “And you’ve got somewhere to be, remember? That’s why your alarm went off.” 

Matt groans dramatically, rolling onto his back beside you as he drags a hand through his tousled hair, the strands sticking up in every direction. “Don’t care,” he mumbles, his voice muffled as he throws an arm over his face. “I just want my kiss.” 

You laugh softly, shifting onto your elbow to peer down at him, causing the blanket to slip down slightly and you tug it higher to cover your naked chest. “You want a kiss that badly?” 

“Well…” he drawls, drawing the word out as his tired eyes peek over his arm to sweep lazily around you, narrowing them in consideration as he lips quirk into a small smirk. “There are a few ideas I’ve got in mind, but for now…” he trails off, shrugging slightly. “I’d just like a kiss.” 

You arch an eyebrow as his hand slips beneath the covers, the warmth of his palm gliding up your bare legs. Your lips twitch in a knowing smile. “That doesn’t feel like just a kiss.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” Matt responds with a feigned look of innocence on his face before a cheeky grin spreads across his lips. His hands slide higher, finding your thighs, and with a firm but playful tug, he pulls you closer, guiding you to settle on top of him. “Kiss me.” 

A breathy laugh escapes your lips as you shift to straddle him beneath the heavy blankets, and for a moment, you just sit there, perched above him with a soft smile. You don’t kiss him—not yet—and the flicker of anticipation in his expression only makes you hold back even longer. 

Matt’s grin softens as his head sinks deeper into the pillow, his gaze tracing your face. One of his hands rests lightly on your hip, his thumb brushing slow circles against your skin while the other moves upward, trailing along your side.

“Y’look good on me, y’know that?” he murmurs, his voice dipping lower—quieter. His hand tightens slightly on your hip, pulling you closer until your hips press flush against his, and the satisfied sigh that slips from him feels like a reward.

“Do I?” you hum softly, your own voice playful but laced with affection. You reach for one of his hands, your fingers brushing against his before you guide it between your thighs. Matt’s breath batches in his chest the moment his hand is in place between your legs, and his gaze darkens a bit, eyes never leaving yours as his finger grazes across your puffy folds.

“Yeah, you do,” he replies, his eyes flitting between your eyes and your lips, taking in the soft sounds coming out of your mouth when he puts pressure. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful.” 

The words make your heart stutter, warmth blooming in your chest and heat pooling at the pit of your tummy. The way he looks at you—like there’s no one else in the world—makes it impossible to look anywhere but back into his sleeping but affectionate gaze. 

His thumb brushes against your clit, and you feel yourself rolling against his digit without even realising it. Matt’s voice breaks on a low, rough noise when he feels your hips roll into his hand, and his eyes flutter half-closed for a moment as he relishes the feeling.

“You tryin’ to make me lose it?” he whispers, pressing his thumb harder against you. 

You smile softly, “Just like it when you touch me.” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?” He hums, his hand rubbing a little more between your legs. “I like touchin’ you. You’re soft.” 

His eyelids grow heavier, his gaze dipping to your lips as his thumb lazily traces circles against your clit. He shifts beneath you, trying to relieve even a bit of pressure in his boxers as his breathing deepens.

“C’mere,” he whispers, tilting his chin up slightly as he tries to tug your closer. “C’mere, pretty girl. I want my kiss.”

“You’re so demanding this morning.” you tease as you look down at him.

“Only when I want you this bad, baby.” Matt breathes in reply, his half-lidded eyes meeting yours, the intensity in them making your breath hitch. “Let me taste you. Please.” 

You barely have any time to react when the other hand not rubbing against your pussy slides up the curve of your back to the nape of your neck, his fingers threading into your hair with a firm but gentle touch as he pulls you down toward him, lips touching yours.

His mouth is warm and insistent, moving against yours with a hunger that feels almost desperate. He lets out a low, gravelly sound in the back of his throat as the kiss deepens quickly, his tongue flicking into your mouth to taste you, making you lose yourself entirely. 

It’s not just a kiss—it’s consuming and fucking overwhelming, like he’s been starved of you for years when in reality, it’s only been a few hours since you fell asleep curled up beside him. 

You feel the tension in his body beneath you—the lines of his muscles, the way his chest rises and falls in time with his heavy breathing. His hand at the back of your neck keeps you firmly anchored to him, his fingers curling deeper into your hair as though he’s silently begging you to stay.

He tilts his head slightly, angling the kiss just right, and presses his mouth harder to yours. The motion is deliberate—needy.

Your entire body burns under his touch, a spark coursing through your veins every time his lips move against yours, but when you finally pull back—your lungs burning for air—Matt’s lips follow yours with a frustrated grunt, unwilling to let the moment leave. 

He presses a few soft, lingering kisses to your mouth before trailing across your cheek, leaving a warm, wet path in their wake as his breathing grows heavier, matching your own.

His mouth doesn’t stop there. You feel his mouth move along the line of your jaw until his lips find the curve of your throat, letting out a low sound that rumbles from his throat, his breaths coming out quicker, turning into open-mouthed pants that fan warm air against your skin. 

His lips part even more as he presses hot, unhurried kisses to your flesh, each one lingering just a moment too long. His tongue barely grazes your skin with each kiss, his hands tightening their hold on you—one still tangled in your hair while the other still rubs between your thighs, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles around your clit and you moan, your arousal dripping onto his fingers. 

“Let… let me taste you somewhere else.” 

“Where?” you breathe out shakily, the open kisses that are being pressed to your throat and the way his fingers rub against your clit making your head feel cloudy. 

“Where do you think?” he murmurs against the column of your throat, nipping at your skin gently before he drags his tongue across the mark. “Please.. don’t make me beg, baby.” 

His hand gripping your hip tugs you up his body, and you move forward on your knees, feeling his lips trail kisses down your collarbone until he can nuzzle his way between your breasts—he lets his tongue lick around your nipple, suckling the sensitive nub into his mouth as you gasp and mewl.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he moans under his breath, tilting his head back to look up at you through his lashes while his hands slide up thighs, gripping a handful of your ass to pull you up higher until he’s eye level with your pussy—your knees on either side of his head. 

Matt’s breath stutters, and his tongue runs over his lower lip as he stares between your legs. 

“C’mere, get closer. Sit on m’face.”

Your hand reaches out to brace against the headboard in front of you for support, your fingers gripping the wood as you slowly lower yourself down. His hands grip your ass tighter, bringing you down the last few inches until you’re right above his face. 

He nuzzles his nose against you before running the flat of his tongue up the length of your folds, and your head tilts back with a soft moan, your free hand reaching down to thread your fingers through his hair, guiding him deeper into your pussy as you slowly rock against his mouth. 

You can feel every flick and swirl of the wet muscle, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through your veins as Matt squeezes your asscheeks as he tastes you, and your legs quiver as his tongue dives deeper inside. 

He starts to alternate between open-mouthed kisses and gentle flicks of his touch as he holds you above him, burying his face in, pressing his nose against your clit for extra stimulation as he eats you out—like he’s been starved.

Your breathing grows ragged as Matt moans against your folds, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine, broken whimpers leaving your lips as he moves to suckle on your clit while pressing two fingers into your soaking entrance—pumping them in and out, stretching you open as he finger fucks you in time with his tongue. 

“M’so close—ah... Matt…” you whimper out your warning, your thighs tightening around Matt’s head as you teeter on the brink. You feel the need to raise yourself up from his face, feeling so overwhelmed, but Matt chuckles as he moves with you as you try to move away, refusing to let up. 

“S’alright,” he murmurs against you, his tongue continuing to work you over once again as he fingers massage your inner walls. “Taste so fuckin’ good, baby—can’t stop.”

You cry out, your own fingers tightening in his hair as he sends you tumbling over the edge—your juices flooding his mouth as you cum hard, your inner walls spasming wildly around his tongue and hand. Matt hums softly, licking you through it with long, slow strokes to help you catch your breath, pressing kisses to your pussy as you tremble and shake above him. 

He lets up when a broken whimper leaves your lips from the sensitivity, and Matt carefully pulls back, slowly shifting you down from his face to settle you onto his lap as he sits upright to look at you properly, his chin glistening with your arousal. 

His hand smoothes up over your waist in a soft, soothing gesture, cooing as you slump forward against his chest, continuing to tremble through the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

“Hey—hey, baby…” Matt whispers, rubbing slowly up and down your spine in soothing motions, attempting to bring you back down from the feeling as he presses kisses to your temple. “I’ve got you, pretty girl… I’ve got you.” 

© STURNIOZ

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLEFT HAND * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Matt hurt his right wrist during a horse ride for a video, but who said that a wrist guard would hold him back from fucking Y/N with his fingers?

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader 　REQUESTED?　no.

WARNINGS　::　smut (mdni), switch!Matt, switch!Y/N, fingering, pet names, injuries, and pain.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²　::　this is a repost of an old fanfic of mine that got deleted by tumblr! *if you've read it when I posted it last year, you can read it again because I changed almost everything.

The spacious room was dimly lit, with only a soft glow from the bedside lamp casting shadows on the walls. In the bed, the blankets were already a mess, twisted, and kicked to the side as if they had no place in the heat currently going on by its side. 

The scent of Matt - clean, slightly musky, and overwhelmingly comforting - mixed with the faint trace of Y/N's perfume created an intoxicating blend that only heightened the tension.

Matt's lips were on hers, his mouth moving with an almost reckless need, tasting, devouring, drinking her in like she was the only thing that could stop his thirst. His tongue pushed past her lips, slick and desperate, tangling with hers in a messy dance that left no room for air. The taste of him - warm, slightly sweet, and entirely intoxicating - spread through her mouth, mixing with the faint traces of mint and something purely him.

A low, needy moan vibrated from the back of her throat, swallowed immediately by Matt, who only deepened the kiss, his breath mingling with hers, hot and uneven, almost creating a cloud between them. Saliva slicked their lips, making every pull and drag of his mouth against hers wetter, sloppier, easier.

His left hand tangled in her hair, fingers tightening just enough to keep her exactly where he wanted. His thumb stroked the hinge of her jaw, dragging slow and teasing before slipping down to press against her throat, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his digit.

Their lips parted only for a moment, a groan coming from Matt diving into her mouth, the sound reverberating against her lips.

Y/N's hands roamed over his shoulders and chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath her touch, the warmth of his skin under his shirt. The fabric had ridden up, exposing the soft flesh of his stomach, and she couldn’t help but run her hands over the small rolls, feeling the tension in his body under her fingers. Every soft sigh and groan from him was like music to her ears, something that had her head spinning.

Matt's right hand, encased in a black wrist guard, hovered hesitantly before it found its way to her waist, fingers toying with the hem of her cotton shorts. The pain in his wrist flared slightly with each movement, a horrible reminder of his earlier accident - which made him regret all his choices about going horse riding for a video - but he swallowed the pain, determined to ignore it.

He had been so careful all week, listening to his brothers and the doctor, not using his hand any more than absolutely necessary. But now, with Y/N against him, her lips swollen from his kisses, her pupils dilated, the need was unbearable. 

He needed more.

He needed to touch her, to feel her, to have his fingers buried deep inside her where she was warm and wet.

He almost could feel her heartbeat under his fingertips when he moved them, quick and unsteady. His fingers tugged at the fabric of her shorts, trying to slip underneath, to find the heat he wanted so much. 

But then it all stopped.

Too sudden.

Y/N's hand grabbed his bicep, halting his movements while pulling away abruptly. Her eyes met his.

"Matt, you can't." She whispered, her voice soft but firm, the kind of tone that made him both love and hate how much she cared. "The doctor said you shouldn’t use your right hand. It’s going to hurt you more, and you know that."

Matt's breathing was ragged, his face a mixture of frustration and desperation. He pressed his forehead against hers with a thud, trying to steady his racing pulse.

"But I need it." He pleaded like a small child, his voice rough and thick with need. "I need to feel my fingers inside you. Please... just- just for a lil bit-"

His words were an urgent whisper against her lips, followed by a soft whimper that made her heart ache. Her hand moved up, cupping his cheek, thumb brushing over his swollen bottom lip.

"Honey." She murmured, trying to keep her voice steady. "I know you want to. And I want you to, too. But you need to heal. You can’t hurt yourself more just because we’re both desperate to fuck."

Matt let out the most wrecked, frustrated groan, tilting his head back like he was physically in pain from holding back.

"Fuck." He breathed, his voice strained and needy. He squeezed his eyes shut, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, trying - failing - to ground himself. 

He felt like he was burning alive, every inch of his body aching for her, every nerve begging for relief.

His left hand trembled as it slid down from her hair, over her side, gripping at anything he could touch before he cupped her pussy through her shorts.

"Please." He whined, his fingers pressing into the damp heat, the fabric doing nothing to hide how soaked she was. His breath stuttered, and his head dropped against her shoulder as he cursed again, voice barely more than a breathless moan. "Baby, fuck- you're so wet. You’re so-"

"Matt." Y/N muttered, her voice a mix of a plea and a warning. She covered his hand with hers, trying to stop him, but her thighs said otherwise, clenching at the feel of his palm pressed so firmly against her. "You're hurt-"

He opened his eyes, and the sheer desperation in them made her words falter. His pupils were blown wide, small droplets of sweat glistening on his messy haired forehead, his lips a pretty pink, his whole body trembling against hers.

"I don’t care." He whispered, voice cracking. "I don’t care about the fucking pain or my shitty wrist, I- m'just need you. Please, Y/N, just lemme-" His hand pressed up harder, chasing the friction, his hips rolling against their bed like he couldn’t help himself.

His right hand, despite the pain, fumbled at her shorts, his fingers weak, shaking as he tried to push them down.

"Need it so bad i'fucking hurts." He whimpered, voice thick and wrecked. "Can't y'feel it? How m'feelings are hurt? My cock?"

Dramatic little shit.

Y/N’s resolve was crumbling fast, her own need mixing with the sheer desperation pouring off him in waves. 

"Okay." She whispered, their breaths mingling, their lips barely apart. "But we go slow. If it hurts too much, you stop. Deal?"

Matt nodded furiously, relief flooding his face, his fingers immediately slipping lower. His hand shook as he brushed over her pussy, the barest touch making her suck in a sharp breath.

He took his time, eyes locked on her face, watching. His fingers finally found her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles over the thin fabric, the friction making her hips stutter against his touch.

"Oh, fuck-" Her head tipped back, her nails digging into his clothed shoulders.

She’s dizzy, floating in some soft, cloudy realm where only Matt exists, gasping when he bites at her exposed throat and sucks sharply, the sting of pain shooting down into her pussy without missing a beat.

"That’s it." He breathed against her skin, his voice thick with want. "Is it good, baby? Hm? You can admit it. Y'can tell me how much you want my fingers inside you."

Y/N whimpered, and Matt groaned, his tongue flicking against the sensitive spot below her ear. His fingers pressed harder, dragging another moan from her lips, and he chuckled breathlessly, the sound vibrating against her neck.

"Fuck, angel." He murmured. "Can feel how wet you're. Just say the word, and I’ll give it to you."

"I want it." She breathed out, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her hips moved on their own, trying to chase something, anything, the heat inside her walls growing more insistent. "Please, Matt, I want- I need it."

He smirked, brushing his lips from the spot below her ear to her jaw, softly licking her chin before finally capturing her lips in another kiss. His left hand met his right one on her waistband, mixing her shorts with her panties before tugging both down.

He tried to focus on the feel of her lips, the taste of her mouth, using it to distract himself from the ache in his wrist with the movements.

Matt managed to pull the clothing down just enough, his right fingers finally having direct contact with her warm pussy. He exhaled shakily inside her mouth as his fingers slid over her folds, parting them.

"God- all that f'me." He breathed out, his voice a low, reverent murmur, the slick sound of her wetness echoing like music to his ears. "’ve wanted this all week, y'know? This stupid wrist wouldn't let me touch m'girl."

Y/N’s breath hitched, watching him with smart eyes as her hips moved into his touch.

He kept his left hand against her hip, using it for balance while his right one moved with a kind of practiced ease. His thumb found Y/N's clit, circling the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure.

The wetness around it made him groan, forcing him to straight up his upper body so he could give all his attention to her pussy, the sensation nearly enough to make him forget about his wrist guard.

But it was too good to be true.

The moment his thumb changed the rhythm to up and down along her clit length, a sudden sharp pain shot through his wrist, like a knife stabbing up his arm. He went still, the breath catching in his throat, and Y/N noticed immediately.

Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, suddenly regained consciousness, filling with concern. She forced her feet against the edge of the bed, pushing herself away from him, looking down at his arm with worry etched on her features.

"Matt?" She asked, voice shaky. "Hey, let it go. Let it go. It’s okay. Are you okay?"

He blinked at her, the pain mingling with the overwhelming desire that still thrummed through his veins.

It was almost absurd, this whole situation. 

No. Actually, he was pretty sure it was absurd.

Here he was, with the most beautiful girl in the world, touching her, and all he could do was wince like an idiot because of a stupid injury. 

The absurdity of it made him laugh, a breathless, incredulous sound that bubbled up from his chest.

"Y/N, I’m fine." He chuckled, the sound strained but genuine. "Just... this damn wrist. Hurts like hell."

Y/N's eyes widened with concern.

"Matthew, that's not funny! We won't-"

But she was quickly interrupted with Matt shaking his head, silencing her worries by gently pulling his hand away from her core, pretending not to notice how her hips moved, searching for it again instinctively. 

He moved up, pressing his lips against hers in a soft, soothing kiss, his laughter still hanging in the air between them. His kisses were filled with reassurance, his uninjured hand cradling her cheek as he pressed his body closer to hers. 

"Shh, it's okay." He murmured against her mouth, his tone light, trying to ease the worry that lingered in her eyes. "You always worry too much, you know that?"

She pouted against his swollen lips, a little furrow appearing between her brows. 

"Well, someone has to look out for you, Matt. Y'always getting into trouble." Her voice was a mix of seriousness and affection, the worry not entirely gone from her eyes.

Matt didn’t respond right away. Instead, he sealed their lips in a slow, teasing touch, stealing the last of her protests before deepening it. His tongue swept over the hood of her mouth - warm and wet, his body pressing close, melting away any lingering frustration she had.

"Okay, so maybe the right hand’s out of commission." He murmured against her lips, his breath warm as he pulled his chin back just enough to speak, the tip of his tongue tracing against her lower lip. "But I’ve got another hand, don’t I?" The top of her pearly teeth scraped his upper lip, tickling the sensitive skin.

When he pulled away just slightly, his grin was lazy and confident. 

"I mean, I know I’m right-handed, but how hard can it be?" He wiggled the fingers of his left hand, the movement catching the bedside lamp’s glow.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, the daze of his kisses fading just enough for her to register his words. She pulled back, her brows arching as she took him in with a skeptical once-over.

"Matt, you’ve never used your left hand for anything like this. Well, for nothing at all, actually.” He nodded his head sideways. “What makes you think you can now?" Despite her words, there was a hint of amusement in her tone, her lips twitching into a small smile.

His grin widened, a devilish gleam lighting up his eyes. 

"Well, there’s a first time for everything, right? Besides, I’ve got the best motivation in the world right here." He murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leaned down, brushing his lips over hers again. Her taste was his addiction.

She squinted her eyes.

"Just let me try, baby. I promise I’ll make it good f´you. I always do, hm?"

Y/N bit her lip, her teeth tickling his in the process, torn between wanting to keep him safe and the desire that still pulsed through her, that seemed to only intensify with his words. Finally, she gave a small nod, her hands sliding down his shoulders.

"Okay. But be careful, Matt." She warned, her voice soft. “I don't want to run to the hospital right now.”

“Y´wont need to, angel.”

His left hand reached her bare pussy, caressing her mons pubis, feeling the freshly-shaved skin and taking his time in there - getting close to her clit and then retreating again, until he had Y/N’s hips moving against his hand again, her thighs clenching around his hips and her voice breaking while begging.

"Matt, please." She whimpered, squirming beneath him, her hands squeezing his wrist. "Don't tease."

There. That's exactly the reaction that he was waiting for.

He paused, stopping his movements, his injured hand pressing just slightly against her bare waist.

"What do you need, baby? I'm giving you what you wanted, right? For me to go easy..."

"No- I know, just- just touch me. Please." Her voice came out in a whisper, her teeth caging her bottom lip, trying to keep her hips steady, not wanting to hurt him.

Matt's lips formed a cocky smile, letting his left fingers travel down, sliding through her clit and, finally, stopping by her hole with the preciseness of someone who had done so a million times before.

"I love how wet I can make you, dove." He murmured, his voice a mix of awe and desire. "You have no idea how much I adore feeling you like this."

His fingers traced her entrance, teasing, testing the waters before he pressed just the tip of one finger inside her. The sensation was electric, a spark that shot through both of them, making Y/N sigh, her hands flying from his wrist to his shoulders, tightening around his shirt.

Matt moved slowly, his finger pushing deeper, knuckle by knuckle, letting her adjust to the intrusion. The feeling of her walls tightening around his digit, warm and slick, causing him to groan low in his throat.

"God, y´feel so good." He breathed, his voice a husky whisper. “M´never getting tired of it."

Y/N’s head was spinning, her senses overwhelmed by his touch, his words, the heat of his body against hers. She could feel her arousal pooling, a tight coil of need building inside her, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Her hips moved in small circles, meeting his movements, encouraging him. 

"More." She whispered, her voice breathless, filled with need. "Please, Matt, I need more."

He pressed a kiss to her lips, caressing her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue before sucking the sensitive skin, muffling her plea, his finger slowly beginning to pump in and out of her, each movement careful.

He crooked his digit, aiming for that spot nestled deep in her body, right where he knew it would feel best, his thumb brushing against her clit with every thrust, drawing soft moans from her.

"Is that what y´needed?" He asked, letting her bottom lip go with a soft ‘pop’, smirking.

He let her pull away when her lungs begged for air, watching the way she rolled her hips back and forth, the squelching wetness sounds of fingers fucking into her dripping hole making Matt's cock throb painfully.

"Ye-yeah, so good." She breathed out, her chin moving while searching for his lips again, unsuccessfully. "Matt-"

He, by surprise, added a second finger, stretching her, filling her more completely. 

"Yes, that's it." She whined desperately when he moved slowly in, letting her adjust, savoring the feel of her around him.

Y/N stuttered on her own exhale, hiccupping high in her throat as Matt resumed his movements, pressing the pad of his fingers right against her sweet spot repeatedly, fucking into her leisurely. The brunette spread his fingers into a V shape, making Y/N moan louder, her hands tangling in his hair, tugging as she lost herself in the sensation.

He could feel her walls clenching around his knuckles, her body tightening as the pleasure built, each thrust sending a wave of heat through her.

"Feeling good, sweetheart? Is m´left hand making you feel the best?" Matt purrs, thoroughly pleased at the way he's giving all the pleasure to his girl.

Y/N´s fast nods and little whimpers have Matt’s eyelashes fluttering, his hips jolting between her thighs and mattress, causing the girl to squeak in response, her lips trembling as they formed a soft 'o', the heat simmering in the low pit of her stomach burning brighter and brighter with each messy thrust, Matt's fingers rubbing soothing circles with each sharp jut of his wrist. Wetness squelched between her thighs, making their bed wet and messy.

"Yeah-eah, Matt, fuck- S´fucking good. M´so close." She warns, the words coming out soft and whiny, laced with a kind of need Matt would recognise anywhere. "Please..."

Matt laughs softly.

"Always so easy, huh, sweetheart?" He was quick to pick up the pace, his fingers curling inside her, and Y/N whined in response.

"Shut up." The girl complains.

Mercifully, Matt does, and their mumbled words are replaced again with the sound of laboured breathing and heady, desperate little noises, trembling as Matt grinds his fingers into her in lazy but extremely deep little circles. Y/N gasps, rocking down into the feeling as her hands scrabble to grasp at Matt’s arms, nails digging in and lips parting on a moan.

"Baby- Matt, 'm gonna..." Y/N stuttered, her back arching as she fucked back onto his fingers, pink tongue resting against her spit-slick lips, eyes hooded and entirely dazed.

Matt hummed in agreement, kissing along Y/N’s sweaty forehead lovingly as he pressed his own hips against the mattress, his erection straining against the fabric, seeking relief from the pressure that also built inside him. Each thrust of his fingers sent a jolt of pleasure through him, her wetness drenching Matt's hand, coating the long digits in sweet sticky wetness.

"Fuck, Y/N, you’re making a mess in my hand." He groaned against her forehead, his voice a low, breathy whisper. "God, I want to be inside you- I want to fuck you so bad."

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, her walls clenching around his fingers tighter than before, ready to snap.

"Hmm fuck- Want my cock, sweetheart?" He murmurs, nuzzling at her sweaty hair. "Wanna feel my dick fill you up, huh, baby? Such a good girl."

"Wanna ride you." She whines, the confession pulling a barking laugh from Matt.

"Lemme make y´feel good with m´fingers first, yeah?" He says breathlessly.

Y/N's eyes roll back as she clutches Matt tighter to her while rolling her hips harder.

"Pup- fuck... Fuck, please- M´so good f´you, best girl ever." She promises, the sudden words tumbling free as she moves her hand to his hair, pulling hard, the echo of his loud groan sounding numb inside her ears. "In me, God- Please, don’t stop."

He didn’t.

He just increased his pace, his fingers moving faster, deeper, leaving a delicious burning sensation at her wet ring. He could feel her getting closer; her walls tightening more and more, her moans growing louder, her words getting lost.

Matt keened, rutting against the bed nonstop, his own breath ragged and his mind clouded with lust, the need to see her cumming driving him forward.

Y/N's eyes opened momentarily from its position rolled up her skull, looking upwards at the same time he looked at her, locking gazes with him, and Y/N let out the most filthy cry of pleasure, her mouth hanging open as he held her gaze.

"Cum f´me, angel." Matt cooed, his voice rough. Then, he crooked his fingers once again, a sharp thrust sending Y/N tumbling over the edge with a quiet little whine. More wetness gushed out of her, making the slide almost too easy, as Matt twisted his fingers, fucking his pretty girl to her orgasm. "That's it."

The moment she hit her peak, her body convulsed, her walls clenching around his digits, and a high-pitched moan escaped her lips. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers, riding out her orgasm.

The feeling of her pulsing around him, the wetness, the heat, the smell, the sheer intensity of her release, was almost too much for Matt to bear. His head dropped roughly against her trembling shoulder, kept the pace of his fingers steady, whimpering as he slides his mouth wetly along her shoulder, biting the sweaty skin, his cock head rubbing against the mattress as moans tumble free and meld with Y/N's pulse.

"Shit- babe, come on- cum f-f´me." Y/N whimpered against the side of his head, her hips still moving uncontrollably, her orgasm still burning inside her veins.

Matt huffs a laugh, shaky and cut with a moan.

"Yeah, angel, fuck. Gonna-"

All it takes is Y/N stretching up and nuzzling at the curve of his neck before latching on to a patch of skin and sucking hard to have the boy’s body drawing tight under her as he groans.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, oh, God, Y/N-" His body acted on instinct as it arches, cum dribbling down his dick and soaked his boxer shorts, a shiver running through his spine as his eyes rolled up his skull, his right hand curling painfully around his wrist guard.

As the waves of Y/N´s orgasm finally began to subside, her body relaxed, her muscles going slack. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and glowing. She looked down at him through heavy-lidded eyes, stifling a smile. 

Y/N noses at warm skin until she finds a mouth, kissing it hard and moaning softly, giggling when she pulls back and is greeted with Matt looking so sweetly dazed, lips wet and kissed cherry red, a few beads of sweat trailing down from his temples.

The boy leans in and steals the laughter off her lips for the thousandth time that night, and they sink deeper into the mattress, sighs slipping as they revel in the post-orgasm heat and the closeness and the taste of each other.

"Baby." She whispered, her voice hoarse, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. "That was... amazing."

Matt couldn’t help the lazy smile that spread across his face, head spinning and heart swelling with pride at the fact she just came hard with only his left hand.

"Hmm, yeah?" He mumble quietly, feeling boneless as little sighs fell from his lips, hitting her cheeks.

She lowered her head, laying her forehead on his shoulder, eyes rolling closed as she nodded slowly.

"Yeah."

He slowly withdrew his fingers, the wetness sticking to his skin glistening against the low light. Matt made a show of backing away only a bit, bringing his hand to his mouth, his plump lips wrapping around his fingers sweetly before finally cleaning it dry with his warm tongue. The digits came out from between his now wet lips seconds later, a 'pop' sound echoing lowly.

He smiled with the way Y/N's eyes watched his movements like a hunter watches its prey before leaning down slowly, caressing her lips against his.

Her taste was still on his tongue, mingling with the salt of sweat.

"I told you I could do it with my left hand." He murmured against her lips, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek. "If the goal is to pleasure you, I will always find a way."

Y/N hummed contentedly, her fingers letting his messy hair go to travel slowly from his neck to his clavicle and shoulders, her right hand wrapping around his biceps, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.

Her left one kept going, lowering through his arm, leaving a trail of shivers behind before brushing against the band of his wrist guard, a reminder of his injury, and she bit her lip, her head spinning with thoughts of how she could take care of him, just as he had taken care of her.

She shifted slightly.

"Y´know." She said softly, her voice teasing as she moved her face away from his, looking into his eyes. "I think you deserve a little reward for being so... creative with that left hand of yours."

Matt let out a breathy chuckle, his grip on her tightening just slightly before he fully relaxed again, his body still warm and pliant against hers. His dark lashes fluttered as he looked at her through half-lidded eyes.

"There’s no need." He murmured, voice hoarse, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. His thumb brushed over her warm skin, fingers barely holding on.

Y/N’s playful expression faltered for a second, her brows drawing together. 

"Why? Are you hurting?" Her bottom lip jutting to form a small pout, her voice quieter, searching his face for any sign of discomfort.

At that, Matt’s brows twitched, his exhaustion momentarily overshadowed by the need to reassure her.

"No, angel." He said quickly, shaking his head, his fingers pressing just a little firmer against her skin as if to anchor her closer. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, before his gaze flickered downward, his confidence slipping into shyness. "Already came… T´was so good.”

Y/N followed his gaze, wetting her lips when she saw the damp spot against the black fabric. Her eyes flicked back up to him, taking in the way he suddenly looked a little embarrassed, his ears tinged pink, matching with his cheeks.

Matt cleared his throat, shifting his hips just slightly. His voice was softer when he spoke again. 

"Don´t- don´t know if I can handle another now."

Y/N blinked, her heart giving a slow, affectionate thud at the admission. Her lips curled into a smile, impossibly fond, as she reached for him again, her fingers threading through his messy hair, soothing.

"Matt." She breathed, her voice carrying something between love and arousal. "Fuck- pup, you’re so-" She stopped herself, letting out a quiet, breathy laugh as she shook her head.

Matt huffed a small chuckle of his own, though he still refused to meet her gaze for too long. 

"What?"

She cupped his face, tilting it so he had no choice but to look at her. His blue eyes were still heavy-lidded, but there was something else swimming in them now, something raw and so deep. She brushed her thumb over his cheekbone, wetting her lips.

"Y´so good to me." She whispered. “I don´t need you to cum again, okay? Wanted to please you. That´s all.”

Matt exhaled, his lips parting slightly, his features relaxing completely at her words. His left hand found her waist again, thumb rubbing absentmindedly over the fabric of her shirt.

"Yeah?" He asked in a murmur, his voice thick with something that made Y/N’s stomach flip.

She let out a quiet hum, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss against his lips. Matt keens, lighting up under the simple touch, his body warm and pliant under her touch, and Y/N chuckles softly, nipping his lip before murmuring against his mouth.

"Always, baby."

© vanteguccir

[submattenthusiast]

more sub!matt

wet sucking sounds filled the cold room along with a harmony of soft moans. your boyfriends mouth wrapped around your hard nipples, licking and sucking at the soft flesh. your hands tangled into his hair to hold his head in place and to hold him closer somehow. the weight of was your bodies sinking the mattress down, and matt starting to rut his hips against the surface wasn't helping either. in fact it was causing the bed to start squeaking noisily. "ne-need more — oh—please", he whined into your skin, nearly biting your nipple off.

no vocal response was heard from you, you didn't think he deserved it from the vagueness of his statement, just asking for more with no specifics. instead you pulled on his hair, erupting a whimper and a flash of his blue eyes. "ow" he breathed, removing his mouth from your boob. "m'sorry i just need your boobs wa—want to fuck them". you scoff at him before responding "you like them that much that you'd rather get off that way then fucking me?". a trick question essentially but you knew he'd say anything to get what he wanted. a hesitant nod was all he could give, your harsh gaze was intimidating.

hearing his confession you let go of his disheveled hair and pushed his body away. he awkwardly sat up while you moved around on the bed, adjusting your posture so he could straddle you. "are you mad? y-you can fuck me if you want — you kinda pushed me hard and i-i just" he stutters, twiddling with his fingers as he looks at you with a pout. finishing your loud adjusting you look at him as if he was dumb but still with a pinch of sympathy— he was so sensitive. "you said you wanted to fuck them didn't you? what does it look like i'm doing" you remind, pulling him towards you.

"ri-right" he muttered, crawling toward you. his eager movements shook the bed slightly as he let you lead him to your stomach. "you're not humping me so i would suggest you take your pants off" you point out, looking at his fully clothed legs. his brain was clearly scattered, he was looking at you dumbfounded as if he didn't understand what you were saying but still following your instructions. stripped out of his boxers and jeans he was on full display for you. "spit" you instruct, feeling too lazy to get the lube.

gripping his aching cock, he let a few clear drops hit the soft skin and proceeded to stroke himself a few times. "good boy now come" you praise, waving your hand at him. he quickly moves to straddle you, whipping his legs around your body to cage you in. "you're so pretty" he breathes, hands wandering around your chest. resting a hand on his waist, you encourage him to start moving "are you just gonna look or do what you've been begging to"

nodding eagerly matt moves his cock closer as you push your boobs together, giving him an entry point. his breath hitched and your back arched as you felt his cold spit guide his cock smoothly through the valley of your breasts. your fingers toy with your nipples, distracting matt momentarily from fucking you. drool was spilling from his lips onto his shirt, as he ogles over your boobs. looking down at his cock you realize how close it is to your mouth. and you wanted a taste. dating your tongue out you kitten lick the precum off him. he moans loudly before pulling back to thrust into the valley again.

"feels so—oh so good" he whimpers, thrusting with desperation. you take deep breaths to try to contain yourself as his movements jiggle your boobs in every direction. soft moans continuously leave his parted lips, fingers dig into your shoulder and his hips push into you quicker — all signs of an impending orgasm. you were determined to get him there. you held your boobs closer and coated your nipple and his cock with your spit. "gonna cum from my boobs?" you coo, looking up at him with a grin, egging him on.

for avery! @ifwdominicfike

[st7rnioioss]

❛❛CAN I BITE YOUR TONGUE LIKE MY BAD HABIT?❜❜

⋆ ˚ .ೃ ࿔ * pairing... shy!matt x bunny!reader

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ bunny!reader has been a little caught up on shy!matt's possible "oral fixation".. and when they get to explore it, it leaves them both a little too riled up not to do something about it...

warnings... smut, p in v, unprotected sex, kissing, biting and nibbling?, mentions of grinding, praise.

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ matt had a bad habit. not necessarily one that bothered him physically or mentally, but it was a stupid habit. he often found himself biting his tongue, to the extent that it didn’t quite hurt, but made him wince—no clue why he would do it. he liked the feel of it, nibbling on his muscle subconscious, running it over his teeth, and the back of them.

you weren’t completely aware of it at first but.. it didn’t take long for you to catch onto it. when drinking, he kept the straw between his teeth for an unnecessary long time, even after the drink was finished and glass empty. the gum that had lost it flavor a long time ago was still found in his mouth, chewing it until it dissolved. even when kissing you, he took extra time running his tongue over yours. sometimes you even caught onto him wincing, and when asked he’d explain he accidentally bit his tongue.

it did make you curious in a way. yeah, matt was an excellent kisser, you couldn’t deny that. but wouldn’t it be fun to put that hypothetical "oral fixation" to use? somehow?

well, it all led to here somehow. you were perched in matt’s lap, straddling his lower body with a leg on either side of his hips, holding his face gently in your hands. matt’s fingers rested carefully on your cheeks, his thumbs caressing your skin while he kissed you—well, how you kissed each other. it was gentle, but there was an underlying desire to it, something that came to show in the quiet moans you both let out.

it didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, his tongue poking out to run over your bottom lip, seeking entrance which you granted him immediately. your body shifted closer, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck with a sigh, his fingers moving to the back of your head, holding you in place. a whine slipped from your lips, his wet muscle memorizing every crook of your mouth and lips. subtle grinds of your hips made both your heads stir and fog up, the kiss turning needy and desperate.

suddenly, matt pulled back, his cheeks and nose pink, and he honestly looked like a mess, disoriented. “um- can..” he spoke up quietly, running his tongue over your bottom lip that was wet and glistening with spit. you stared at him, just as perplexed as him. “hm?” you hummed, gently fiddling with his hair between your fingers. he made eye contact, staying silent for a second more. “can i try something?” his voice was shy, but he seemed eager to try whatever it was he had in mind. mindlessly you nodded, waiting for his next move.

a small smile tugged on the corners of his lips, and he motioned for another kiss, leaning back in to connect yours to his with closed eyes. it was sweet, gentle, anything that resembled careful—until his teeth dug into your lips, making you gasp. he felt your breaths mingle, waiting for you to pull away, keeping his eyes on your lips—but when you never moved away, he used it as courage to do it again. softly, he nibbled on your swollen and wet lips, before he slid his tongue back into your warm mouth, slowly running his muscle over your teeth. his teeth momentarily grazed your tongue when you tried returning the action before you pulled back to kiss his lips. he then withdrew his lips completely from yours, looking into your eyes.

you looked at him with wide eyes, moving an arm from his neck to feel your lips with your fingertips, all while staring at him, your cheeks tinted pink. you smiled shyly at him, to which he returned. “w-was that okay..?” he mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. you chuckled, nodding slowly. “yeah. i- i didn’t mind.” you replied, before your fingertips made their way to his lips, mirroring the same way you’d just felt your own lips, his skin soft.

when you leaned back in for another gentle kiss you couldn’t help but grind your hips down onto his, seeking a relief to the growing ache between your legs. matt occasionally let his sharp teeth gnaw carefully on your plump lips, not wanting to hurt you too much, but enough to satisfy the urge he had—but it only resulted in the two of you getting more and more handsy with every breath and kiss.

you didn’t expect a little kissing and grinding to escalate this quickly.. though it usually did, you both were too riled up from the kissing to ignore it. you had switched positions, your back to the mattress and matt hovering above you, bare and warm. your legs were spread out on either side of his waist, cupping the sides of his face. matt had his hands on the side of your neck and waist, just resting while he kissed you like earlier—carefully, but forcefully. his teeth were digging into your bruised and red lips, occasionally swiping his wet muscle over yours in a deep kiss. the added force of his hips thrusting his cock inside of your made you whine into his mouth or against his lips.

“g-gosh matt.. feels s’good, don’t stop,” you meekly whimpered, your eyes fluttered shut, and legs going to wrap around his waist. matt continued his same gentle pace, muffling both your moans with another kiss, his thumb tracing your jaw while occasionally taking small glances at you. “y-you’re so perfect, bunny..” he whined, your soppy walls squeezing his cock in a way that made him want to cum already, but he tried to hold back. both your lips were glistening and slick, the wet noises from your intertwined tongues, and where his length drove in and out of you harmonized, making your head spin.

you attempted to keep up with the pace of his kissing, but you couldn’t focus on his lips when he was snuggled so tightly inside of you, the tip of his cock prodding and kissing your mushy spot. “matt- i, i’m close.. please don’t- don’t stop,” you cried, lips dragging against his when you spoke. weakly, you tried kissing him back but eventually gave up when all thoughts left your head.

matt couldn’t take the sight of you, your failed kisses and the feeling of you wrapped tightly around his length—it was nearly all too much, too much for his head. “s’okay.. you’re doing really good for me bun, just- just hold on for me.. oh fuck, i-“ his hand moved to the back of your head, gently tangling his fingers into your hair to carefully tug your head up before he planted it next to your head to keep him up. the other hand slid down your bare and sweaty torso, two fingers easily finding your sensitive bud from memory. “o-oh my god, don’t stop!”

you moaned when his fingers rubbed firm but slow circles on your clit, his name repeatedly falling from your lips like a mantra. “matt!” you cried when the band in your tummy snapped, whiny whimpers breathlessly leaving your lips when you doubled over. “shit- oh my god. y-you’re squeezing me-“ matt continued his thrusts to allow you to ride out the waves before he came with you. you were both exhausted and spent, sweaty and icky, lips swollen and sore.

finally, you opened your eyes to look up at him, keeping himself up with almost wobbly arms, his thrusts slow but not stilled yet. your eyes flickered over his face, before he collapsed on top of you, wrapping both arms around your waist. silence fell between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest. “that was.. something,” you spoke up, smiling faintly while playing with his hair, taking your bottom lip between your teeth to feel. matt turned his head to look at you, nodding with a soft smile. “mhm.. gonna suggest things more often if it leads us here,” he joked.. kind of—making you chuckle, and shake your head, before leaning in for a kiss.

more shy!matt x bunny!reader here!

˚𝜗𝜚 notes... i had steve lacys "bad habit" stuck in my head for weeks sooo... phew it's been a while since shy!matt and bunny!reader.. finally wrote actual smut for them! sorry about that, it wasn't intentional lol :3

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[sturniolooluvv]

i need more of the pranks pls pls

say you love me // matt sturniolo + chris sturniolo

synopsis : not saying “i love you” back to your bfs, a tiktok trend.

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matt sturniolo (☆´3｀)

‘i’m abt done here, so ill pick up some food for us and be home in like 10 mins.’

matt was currently out doing some errands and such, and is in the middle of texting you as he prepares to leave and head home, letting you know the plan.

you respond back fairly quickly, a smile lacing on your lips as you decide to mess with him a little. ‘okayy, sounds good. see u soon :)’

your text causes the boy to smile lightly and he buckles his seatbelt, texting back. ‘i love you, angel’

‘mmh!’

you can’t help the giggles that escape you as he furrows his brows at the screen and sits in the car, staring at the phone in his hand as he tries again. ‘i love u [name]’

‘yup! be safee’

within seconds, your phone suddenly begins to vibrate, signaling that matt was calling. stifling a laugh, you clear your throat and answer. “yeah babe?”

“[name], what’s wrong? did i do something?” the immediate concern in his voice nearly causes you to give in as you purse your lips and feel your chest warm. “what do you mean?”

matt frowns as he leans back in his seat and crosses an arm over his chest. “you aren’t saying it back. what did i do?”

“awh, honey. im sorry, i was just teasing you. i love you, matt.” you coo, already feeling bad and matt huffs lightly. “god, you’re so much sometimes.. i love you more, dumbass. pizza still okay?”

“heh, sounds delicious. see you soon, matt.”

“alright. love you, angel.”

breaking into a wide smile, you chuckle. “i love you more.”

chris sturniolo (⸝⸝⍢⸝⸝) ෆ

“mmh, my baby is all dressed up, looking sexy.”

chris curls his lips into a smirk as he brings an arm behind his head to rest against his pillow while his other hand holds his phone as he lays in bed. “where you headed to?”

you giggle at chris’ words and smooth down your jacket a little, adjusting it before turning to the mirror in his room to look for any last minute changes. “i’m heading out with some friends, we’re going shopping.”

“mmh, pick out something pretty then. can’t wait to see it.” chris calls out, directing his attention back to his phone and you hum, picking up your purse off the bedside table. “i’ll take pictures.”

“alright, have fun. i love you, babe.”

“i will. i like you more.” you quickly say in response, speedily making your way to the door, and just as your hand grabs the handle, chris stops you. “nuh uh, get your ass back here.”

you bite your tongue from releasing a laugh and glance back innocently. “what? i’m going to be late.”

chris narrows his eyes as he stares up at you in disbelief. “i love you, princess.”

“i like you too baby, now can i go?”

chris appears unamused, quickly growing impatient as he stands up and heads over to you, and you swallow to keep your composure. once he arrives at your side, he cups your chin and presses you against the door.

peering down at you, he tilts his head and tries again, this time more firmly and staring right into your eyes.

“[name]. i love you. now say it back and say it right.”

feeling the warmth spreading across your cheeks, you shyly look away and murmur. “..i love you, chris..”

the man only smirks and pecks your lips before pulling away. “good girl. you’re lucky i don’t teach you a lesson.” he warns casually before making his way back to his bed and waves his hand dismissively.

“see you later, baby.”

a/n : i lowkey don’t know how to write chris but gave it my best shot !! hope you guys enjoyed :)

synvil™️

[stxrsniolo]

𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑡𝑜 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝒍͟𝒊͟𝒎͟𝒊͟𝒕͟𝒔

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : alright, babes, heads up because this is about to get filthy, and I’m talking full-on smut, no filter, no shame; if you can’t handle the heat, bounce now, because i’m not holding back .ᐟ

you’re stark naked in matt’s room, sprawled across his messy bed, the sheets crumpled and smelling like him; a heady mix of sweat, expensive cologne, and that earthy scent that’s purely him.

the air’s thick, buzzing with tension, and your eyes are locked on him while he’s just as bare, leaning against the wall with that lazy, cocky vibe he always carries, his body’s on full display: a light dusting of dark hair across his chest, that tummy you loved to kiss, and his cock, half-hard already, resting against his thigh, thick, veined, and tempting as hell.

you’d made this dumb bet: see who could hold out longer without touching. no touching each other, no touching yourselves. just teasing, torturing, breaking the other down. and fuck, you’re both playing it to the edge.

you bite your lip, letting your legs fall open a little wider, giving him a clear view of your pussy already glistening, slick with arousal under the dim glow of his bedside lamp. your skin’s heating up, your nipples stiff and aching, your breath coming faster.

you catch his gaze and flash a challenging smirk.

“what? you're gonna crack already, matt?” you say, voice low and taunting, your fingers hovering near your thigh, teasing the boundary but not crossing it.

he lets out a rough chuckle, his blue eyes darkening with lust, pinned on you. “nah, m’so good at this, y’know? but y’lookin’ like y’bout t’help yerself,” he drawls, that lazy slur in his voice hitting you right where it hurts, stirring the heat pooling in your core.

he shifts, his hand resting just beside his cock not touching, but close enough that you see it twitch, hardening further, the tip flushing a deep red, a bead of precum glistening at the slit.

he’s killing you with it, and he knows it, the bastard.

“fuck, matt, you're playing dirty,” you mutter, your voice wavering as you lean back on your elbows, letting your tits lift, nipples hard as rocks, begging for attention. the heat between your legs is unbearable, your clit throbbing, screaming for relief, but you hold firm.

“my little tease, huh? so wet f’me already, i can see it,” he says, leaning forward now, his breath heavier, eyes glued to your pussy like he’s starving for it. his cock’s fully hard now, jutting out, thick and heavy, the veins bulging like they’re about to burst. he licks his lips, slow and deliberate, and you swear you almost lose it right there.

“shut up,” you snap, but your hips twitch involuntarily, a desperate little movement chasing something you won’t let yourself have. the room reeks of sex even though nothing’s happened—sweat, arousal, the raw scent of you both mixing in the air. your skin’s hot, sticky, and every breath makes that pulsing ache between your thighs worse.

he moves closer, getting on his knees on the bed, near enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him, but still not breaking the rules. his cock’s inches away, bobbing with every shift, the precum dripping now, a thin, shiny trail sliding down the shaft.

you can smell him: the musk of his arousal, sharp and primal, and it’s driving you insane.

“y’lookin’ at it like y’wanna suck it,” he teases, voice husky, his hand flexing like he’s dying to grab himself but won’t. “bet y’thinkin’ ‘bout how it’d feel, huh? s’cold out here, but m’so fuckin’ hot f’you.”

“you’re such a dick,” you groan, your resolve slipping as you spread your legs wider, letting him see how soaked you are, your folds slick and swollen, your clit practically begging for him. your whole body’s trembling now, every nerve on fire, and you can feel the wetness dripping down to the sheets beneath you.

“m’so close t’winnin’ this,” he mutters, but his voice cracks, and you see the sweat beading on his forehead, the way his chest heaves with every ragged breath. his cock twitches again, more precum leaking out, and he shifts closer still, the tip so near your thigh you can feel its heat without contact.

“fuck you,” you hiss, your hands gripping the sheets, knuckles white, as you arch your back just enough to make your tits bounce, taunting him. your pussy clenches around nothing, the emptiness maddening, and a whimper slips out before you can stop it.

“y’gonna cave first, sweetheart,” he growls, his eyes wild now, his control hanging by a thread. he leans in, his breath hot against your neck, not touching but so close you feel the ghost of it. “s’wet, s’ready f’me—y’can’t take it no more, can ya?”

you’re shaking, your whole body screaming at you to give in. your pussy’s dripping, a slick puddle forming beneath you, and your nipples are so hard they hurt. every word from him, every move, is pushing you closer to the edge without even a touch. you can see it in him too, his cock’s rock-hard, pulsing, the head an angry red, precum pooling at the tip, sliding down in slow, obscene streaks.

“matt, i swear—” you start, but your voice breaks into a whine as your hips buck again, involuntary, desperate. you’re losing it, and he’s right there with you, both of you teetering on the brink, suffering in the best, worst way.

“‘was s’bad, huh? y’gonna give up f’me?” he whispers, his voice raw, his face inches from yours now, his breath fanning over your lips. his cock’s so close to your pussy you can feel its warmth, and it’s torture. pure, agonizing torture.

you don’t know who’s going to break first, but you’re both fucked, drowning in the heat of it, the game stretching you both to your limits.

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[muwapsturniolo]

Oxytocin ⛓ M. Sturniolo

"Go on Cherry, get to work."

⟢ NSFW AHEAD!! Blindfolds, butt plug, slapping, vibrators, dildos, nipple clamps, being tied up, overstimulation, sugar daddy Matt, asshole Matt, if I forgot something plz let me know.

This idea sparked from a post I saw on Twitter, but also this persona of Matt has some inspo from @luvs4matt dilf Matt! divider cred @bernardsbendystraws

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, her chest rising and falling in shaky patterns. She couldn’t see anything, the makeshift blindfold made out of one of his many ties preventing her from seeing what he was doing.

She knew he was staring at her, she could feel his hungry and angry eyes on her naked body, she just didn’t know where he was looking.

Was he looking at the drool running out of her mouth and down her chin from the ball gag? Was he looking at the weighted clamps dangling on her nipples? Maybe he was looking at the red rope binding her arms together behind her back and running across her body?

It should have been embarrassing, being naked, gagged, and tied up, on display for him and anyone else in his office building to see. However, for her it wasn’t embarrassing, it was liberating - It was exciting.

So exciting that her wetness was dripping down on to the carpeted floor, a thin and slimy string still connected to her folds.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?”

Her instincts tell her to follow his voice, to turn her head and try to locate him in the room - She knew better.

If she even moved an inch from fourth position, her punishment would be worse, and she was already in for a long night.

She doesn’t answer him, not that she could anyway, the ball gag preventing her from doing so. More shuffling is heard before she feels him looming over her, his energy radiating dominance.

She whimpers in pain, feeling his hand snake itself into her hair, gripping at her roots and yanking her head back. She blinks frivolously, the lights in the office temporarily blinding her as he rips the blindfold off.

Their eyes connected and she could see the pissed-off and hungry expression in his eyes. He says nothing, simply staring down at her as he allows one of his hands to caress her face.

A shocked noise escapes behind the ball gag, her eyes clenching shut as a sharp sting is felt against her cheek. She breathes harshly as she looks up at him once more, “You embarrassed me Cherry, you know how I feel about that.”

She gives a muffled apology, hoping he would go easy on her. “I don’t care for your noises-" he lets go of her head and pushes her forward.

"Sixth position."

He watches as she does her best to move, the restraints preventing her from moving freely. He licks his lips before pulling a small black bag out of his pocket, the velvet material in his hand feeling soft. He reaches inside and pulls out a butt plug that has a ruby-red jewel on the end.

He kneels on one leg and swipes the metal along her folds, using her own juices as makeshift lube. She shudders at the cold feeling, closing her eyes as she waits for his next move.

He removes the butt plug from her cunt and starts prodding at her hole, gently pushing the plug in. He watches the way her body tenses, her hands making a fist at the semi-new feeling.

She relaxes once it's all the way in, Matt admiring the work of art in front of him before landing a firm slap to her ass. He grabs a handful of her hair and yanks on it as he stands up, moving in front of her.

He forces her to look up at him, soon forcing her face into his crotch, his hard bulge rubbing against her face.

Suddenly he yanks her back, forcing her to look down at the ground. Her eyes widen seeing the devices strapped to his left leg.

A dildo and a vibrator.

"Here's what's going to happen sweetheart-" she winces as he drags her restrained body towards his desk, her knees dragging along the carpet floor. He sits down in his chair, manspreading as he gets comfortable.

Her heart beats quickly as he pours himself a glass of whiskey, lighting a cigar in the process. He takes a puff of the cigar, blowing out a thin veil of smoke before looking down at her again.

"Since you want to be a whore and embarrass me in front of my colleagues, you're going to ride my shoe, and get yourself off until I tell you to stop."

He watches the way her body shakes. He knew it wasn't of fright, it was more so embarrassment and excitement. He takes a swig of his drink before leaning back in his chair, "Go on Cherry, get to work."

He makes no move to help her, watching as she struggles to hover over the dildo attached to his dress shoe due to her arms being tied up behind her back. She slowly sinks down, her eyelids fluttering at the sensation of being stretched out.

As soon as she bottoms out, Matt reaches down and presses the button on the vibrator, chuckling at the way her eyes fly open. She falls forward, her face resting against his knee as she moans out.

"Tsk tsk tsk, none of that sweetheart." He taps his foot slightly, the dildo beginning to move in and out of the girls weeping cunt. "I'm not going to do all of the work, you wanted to fuck so bad, get yourself off."

She breathes heavily, the vibrator already being too much for her to handle, but she does as told. Her hips begin to rut against his shoe, her body leaning against his leg for support.

He watches with looming eyes, taking the occasional sip of his whiskey and puff of his cigar.

This whole scene was degrading, something straight out of those fake pornos. But this wasn't fake, no - This was the true experience, the raw and real version of a dom and sub dynamic.

She whimpers as the nipple clamps brush along his dress pants, tugging at her sore nipples, drawing her closer and closer to her first orgasm of the night.

She's able to ride it out, her hips continuing to rock back and forth, but the pleasure doesn't stop. She lets out a broken moan feeling the vibrations grow stronger, Matt reaching down and turning it up once more.

She lets out a long groan, her whole body tensing as her clit remains stimulated. She shudders against him, sweat forming along her body from the heat in the office. Her body was on fire, every nerve in her body being overstimulated.

"Come on sweetheart, don't tell me you can't handle a second orgasm." He taunts, starting to tap his foot once again. He knew she was a bit more sensitive than usual, the multiple glasses of wine going straight to her core, causing them to be in this situation.

Her nails dig into her palms, the hot coil in her stomach forming once again and already set to snap. Her eyes roll back as another orgasm washes over her, a shaky groan being muffled by the ball gag.

She braces herself, waiting for him to turn the vibrator up once again, but it doesn't come. He keeps the vibrator on the same setting, the only difference is, he forces her to sit up straight.

He leans forward, his eyes set on the pair of nipple clamps attached to her breast. He tugs on one of the clamps, watching the way her body quivers at the pain.

He scoops both of her breasts up in his hand, watching the way her face relaxes the tiniest bit, only to drop them just as quick.

She groans at the feeling, the gravity of her breasts dropping causing the clamps to tug harshly at her sore nipples. He does this a few more times, occasionally slapping them as well as tugging, watching the way her tears of pain and pleasure stroll down her cheeks.

"Look at you, all fucked out and pathetic and I haven't even fucked you. You're getting off on my shoe like a whore in heat." He caresses her face gently before landing a harsh slap, enjoying her muffled noises.

He turns the vibrator up again and yanks the ball gag out of her mouth, her moans only getting louder.

"Are you sorry?"

"Y-ye-" She cuts herself off with another moan, her body falling against his leg once again. "Answer me Cherry, you know I don't like disobedience." He looks up at him through her tears, eyes glossy and lips parted. He coos gently before turning the vibrator up all the way.

"Answer me Cherry. Are you sorry?"

"Yes!" she sobs out, her whole body shaking against him. She looks possessed, the way her eyes continue to roll back and her eyelids flutter.

"Good. Give me two more and I might let your punishment be over." She sobs at his sadistic words, knowing she doesn't have a choice, she could only obey.

She does her best to breathe through it, letting out long and loud groans as her clit and gummy walls continue to be stimulated.

That coil begins to form again, but something was different this time. Her body began to feel hot, a nauseating hot that made her heave. Her arms begged to be free, a sense of panic washing over her as she tugged the restraints.

She had stopped her hip movement by now, sitting still and letting the vibrations run through her.

Matt feels his chest lurch as she lets out a scream, the sound of splashing being heard.

She squirted.

For the first time ever, she squirted.

He's quick to turn the vibrator off, scooping her up from under her arms and gently pulling her off the dildo. He holds her in his lap, whispering firm yet soft praises as he quickly unties the red rope pressing against her skin.

She shudders in his arms, her body twitching as she tries to catch her breath.

"Shhh, it's ok. You did so well, taking your punishment like a good girl," she whines in protest, managing to let out a slurred sentence.

"D-didn't cum tw-"

"Don't worry about that. You did good, so good squirting for me."

For the next half hour, he soothes her, massaging her thighs and back knowing she's tense and aching. Once her tears had stopped and her breathing was even, he looked down at her.

"I'm going to have my driver take you back to my place, ok? I'm going to go give my rounds of goodbyes, then meet you. We can lay in the bath as long as you want and I'll pamper you."

She hums lazily, still too fucked out to even comprehend what he was saying. He kisses her forehead before helping her stand up, grabbing her dress from the desk and slipping it on as well as her heels, purposely leaving the butt plug in.

[sweetshuga]

✰ Drabble of him eating you out .ᐟ

ᵐᵘⁿᶜʰ!ᵐᵃᵗᵗ ʷᶜ ¹⁷²

It all started with him sending you a photo of himself with that damned bandana, as if he knew the effect it had on you.

Half an hour after you sent him a selfie back – of you laying on your bed along with a 'need you' text – he was at your door, looking like he was about to have the best damn meal of his life.

The tip of Matt’s tongue swirled around your swollen clit, his fingers parting your folds for easier access before he helped himself on your sweet arousal. He didn’t care how loud you were or how desperate he was to taste more of you, only focusing on lapping up your juices.

He was sooo messy with it, making loud slurping sounds as he devoured your sopping pussy.

"Fuuuck, you taste sooo good — best fucking pussy." Matt groaned against your flesh, almost drunk on it as he ate you out like he was starving—quite frankly, he was starving. He was starving for you.

You were just so tasty.

ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ˡᵃⁿᵍᵘᵃᵍᵉ!

Isa’s rambling ۶ৎ Alr chat, I know this is crazy short and I didn’t wanna tag my whole taglist ’cause it’s a damn drabble. Anyway, I’ll be posting Brat Taming (aka colleague!matt) tomorrow js letting ya all know ;)

[hjvi]

dating chris headcanons | fluff + a bit smutty. established relationship headcanons + scenarios wc 2.2k

୨♡୧ bf!chris who loves scary movie marathons. Whenever a new horror film is released, he excitedly convinces you to watch it with him, knowing how much you love cuddling up during the scary parts. He’ll playfully nudge you with a mischievous grin, knowing full well that you’re not a fan of horror films but loving how you cling to him for comfort. As soon as the movie starts, he’ll pull you close to him, his arms wrapped securely around your shoulders, and even though you’re nervous, his presence calms you down. Every time the movie gets intense, he’ll laugh quietly at how you hide your face in his chest, but he never teases you—only reassures you by squeezing you tighter. He loves that you need him and makes sure to hold you extra close when the tension peaks, whispering things like “I’m right here” or “You’re safe with me.”

୨♡୧ bf!chris who lets you play with his rings. Whenever you’re feeling anxious or overwhelmed, Chris instinctively holds out his hand for you. “Go ahead, play with my rings,” he says with a warm smile. He watches as you fidget with them, twirling them around your fingers, and can’t help but find it adorable. He watches you intently, his eyes soft, as you focus on the ring, knowing it helps ground you. Sometimes, he’ll catch himself smiling fondly at how the little things like this seem to calm you down. While you play with his ring, he’ll casually trace your other hand with his thumb, as if to say “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” While you do this, he gently runs his fingers through your hair or rubs your back, offering quiet comfort. “You know,” he says with a soft chuckle, “I think my rings are lucky, because they get to hang out with you.”

୨♡୧ bf!chris who traces the lines on your palms when sitting in silence. During quiet moments together, Chris has a habit of taking your hand in his and tracing the lines on your palm with his fingers. He finds it fascinating how everyone has unique patterns, and he often tells you stories about the different lines and what they mean, making up playful interpretations about your future. As he does this, he keeps his gaze on your face, smiling at the little expressions you make. “You know, this means you’re destined for happiness,” he says with a playful wink.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who builds blanket forts for you. There’s something about building a blanket fort that makes Chris’s heart swell with happiness. On a lazy Sunday afternoon, when he sees you looking a little tired or in need of a pick-me-up, he’ll grab a few blankets and start draping them over the furniture. With a grin, he’ll tell you, “We’re going to make the best fort ever.” Even if the two of you are supposed to be doing something else, he’ll stop everything to build it together, pulling you inside once it’s finished. The fort is always cozy, with pillows scattered on the floor and maybe even a few fairy lights for extra magic. He’ll make sure it’s perfect, then crawl in beside you, pulling you close. “Now, we just need snacks,” he’ll say, as if the fort wouldn’t be complete without your favorite treats. It’s in these moments—hidden away from the world, surrounded by soft blankets and his warmth

୨♡୧ bf!chris who always carries you everywhere. No matter where you are or what you’re doing, Chris can’t resist the urge to sweep you off your feet-literally! Whether you’re out shopping, walking in the park, or even just moving from one room to another at home, if he senses you’re feeling tired or if there’s a little too much walking involved, he’ll scoop you up into his arms without hesitation. He’ll flash you that charming grin and say something playful like, “You’re too cute to be walking on your own!” As he carries you, he makes it a point to hold you securely, ensuring you’re comfortable and giggling at how effortlessly he lifts you. You’ll often find him playfully challenging himself to carry you longer distances, and he takes pride in being able to handle it with ease.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who creates a fresh love design for you. As a creative at heart, Chris often expresses his love through art and design. One day, he decides to surprise you by sketching a brand-new clothing design just for you. He gets all giddy with excitement, wanting to capture everything he adores about you in his creation. He spends hours working on the design, making sure it reflects your personality and style perfectly. When he finally reveals it to you, his eyes sparkle with anticipation. “I wanted to make something special that reminds you how amazing you are!” he’ll say, showing you the beautiful design that features your favorite colors and motifs that hold special meaning for both of you. Seeing the love and thought he poured into it makes your heart swell. You might even get a matching piece made for him, turning it into a fun couple’s fashion statement that showcases your bond.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who gives you mouth-to-mouth when you're breathless. After an intense moment of intimacy, Chris notices you’re a bit breathless and instantly becomes attentive. With a playful smile, he leans in and gently presses his lips to yours, giving you mouth-to-mouth in a sweet, loving gesture. It’s not frantic but rather tender, filled with warmth and affection as he breathes into you. When he pulls back, he checks your eyes for assurance, his expression filled with concern and adoration, making you feel cherished and loved all over again.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who lets you bite his shoulder during sex. During intimate moments, Chris is always in tune with your desires, As the heat between you intensifies, he gently offers his shoulder, whispering, “Go ahead, baby—let it out,” giving you permission to bite down as you get lost in the moment. He finds it adorable when you mark him a little, and each gentle bite only fuels his desire for you more, making him even more attentive and eager to please. Your bites become a playful and intimate part of your connection, deepening the bond you share as you both explore each other's limits together.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who loves to admire you in silence after sex. After an intense moment of intimacy, Chris pulls you close, and you both lay together, staring into each other's eyes without saying a word. The room is filled with a comfortable silence, and in those quiet moments, he can’t help but admire every detail of your face—the way your hair falls, the sparkle in your eyes, and the softness of your smile. He brushes his fingers gently along your cheek, conveying all the love and admiration he feels for you without needing to say a thing.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who embraces "girl stuff" without a hint of shyness. Chris is always confident and open when it comes to helping you with anything, including your period supplies. He’ll happily stroll into the store to buy pads and tampons, not hesitating to announce what he’s picking up, causing you to blush as he casually talks about your flow in the checkout line. When it comes to lingerie shopping at Victoria's Secret, he’s all in—eagerly picking out beautiful sets for you to try on, flashing a cheeky grin as he insists on seeing how each one looks.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who loves your whimpers and moans. Chris is utterly entranced by the sweet sounds you make, and your whimpers and moans drive him crazy. Each sound you produce brings a playful smile to his face, as he revels in the fact that he can bring you such pleasure. He often playfully urges you to let go and express yourself, saying things like, “I could listen to you all night long.” Your reactions only intensify his desire, motivating him to discover exactly what makes you feel good.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who lets you apply makeup on him, a bit reluctantly. Chris sits in front of the mirror with a hesitant expression as you excitedly gather your makeup supplies. Although he’s unsure about having makeup applied to him, he ultimately wants to see you happy, so he reluctantly agrees. As you start to brush foundation onto his skin, he chuckles nervously and raises an eyebrow, teasingly asking if he really has to do this. You playfully tease him, saying, “Just wait, I’m going to turn you into a princess!” Despite his initial reluctance, he can’t help but smile at your enthusiasm, and as you continue, he starts to enjoy the lightheartedness of the moment.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who loves to take photos of you. Chris is constantly armed with his camera or phone, always eager to snap pictures of you in any moment. Whether you’re laughing at something funny, enjoying a beautiful day outside, or simply relaxing at home, he finds every opportunity to capture your beauty in candid shots. He loves to tease you about how photogenic you are

୨♡୧ bf!chris who finds every excuse to be close to you. Always leaning in just a little bit closer during conversations or sneaking up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. Whether you’re cooking together in the kitchen or lounging on the couch, he loves feeling your warmth next to him. “I just can’t resist,” he’ll say with a playful shrug, and you can’t help but smile, knowing he craves your closeness just as much as you do.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who loves nostalgia. Chris has a deep appreciation for the past, often reminiscing about the little moments that made your relationship special. He loves looking through old photos, playing songs that remind him of your first dates, and visiting places that hold memories for both of you. Whenever you’re feeling down or just in need of a trip down memory lane, he’ll pull out his phone and say, “Let’s look at some of our old photos, baby!” He finds joy in sharing those memories, telling you stories about how he felt in each moment, and making you laugh at the silly things you both used to do.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who playfully licks ice cream off your nose. On hot summer days, Chris loves sharing ice cream with you, but he can’t resist being a little cheeky. When you take a bite and accidentally get a dollop on your nose, he’ll lean in with a mischievous grin and say, “Looks like you’ve got a little something there, doll.” With a playful flick of his tongue, he’ll lick the ice cream off your nose, making you giggle and blush. His laughter fills the air, and the moment feels sweet and silly, leaving you both with a warm memory to cherish.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who has a temper but feels terrible afterward. While Chris is usually laid-back and easygoing, he has a fiery temper that can flare up when he’s frustrated. After a heated moment, he immediately feels terrible and is quick to apologize, pulling you into a hug and whispering, “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to lose my temper.” Knowing he’s let you down, he’ll turn to his brothers for advice on how to manage his emotions better. “How do I make it up to her?” he’ll ask, determined to learn and grow from the experience, always wanting to ensure you feel loved and supported, even when he stumbles.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who can never be serious. Chris has an infectious sense of humor that he just can’t turn off, no matter the situation. Even during serious conversations or when you’re discussing something important, he finds a way to lighten the mood with a perfectly timed joke or a silly face. “Baby, I promise I’ll take this seriously… after I make you laugh,” he’ll say with a cheeky grin, and before you know it, you’re both cracking up instead of having that serious talk. He loves seeing you smile and believes that laughter is the best way to connect, making even the toughest moments feel a little bit brighter.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who gets a tattoo of your name. Chris once swore he’d never get a tattoo for anyone, claiming it was too permanent and he didn’t want to risk it. But when he realized how deeply he loved you, he couldn’t resist the urge to make a statement. One day, out of the blue, he surprises you with a tattoo of your name inked on his wrist. With a playful smirk, he says, “Well, I guess I’m breaking my own rules for you, baby.” The look of disbelief on your face makes him laugh, and he proudly shows off the tattoo, insisting it’s a symbol of his love. His spontaneous decision melts your heart, and you can’t help but feel special knowing you’re forever etched in his skin.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who carried his Pepsi addiction onto you. Chris has always been a self-proclaimed Pepsi addict, and his love for the fizzy drink is legendary among his friends. At first, you thought it was just a quirky preference, but before you knew it, you found yourself hooked too. Now, every time you’re chilling together, you can count on him to have a cold can of Pepsi ready for you, saying, “You know you want one, baby! It’s the best!” He loves sharing his obsession with you, and soon enough, it becomes a running joke between you two. “We’re officially the Pepsi power couple,” he’ll tease, raising his can for a cheers, and you can’t help but laugh, enjoying the bubbly moments that come with it.

୨♡୧ bf!chris who loves when you wear his jersey. Chris absolutely melts every time you show up to his hockey games with his jersey draped over you, his number painted on your cheek like his biggest fan. He’ll skate by during warmups just to point at you with a smirk, mouthing, “You look so good, baby.” After the game, when he spots you waiting for him, he’ll tug you close by the hem of his jersey and tease, “You know, this last name on your back is gonna be yours one day.” His voice is playful, but there’s a glint of sincerity in his eyes, and it makes your heart race every time.

A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read! I know this might come off a bit corny, but I couldn't help it love just makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside! I truly appreciate any interactions, whether it's comments, likes, or just sharing your thoughts. It means the world to me and keeps me motivated to write more. You all are amazing!

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