#Matt sturniolo oneshot

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　BLURB

matt sturniolo x reader

where the triplets and Y/N have a small 'coloring drawings date' back in Boston

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It was a chilly Boston afternoon, and the cozy kitchen of the Sturniolo triplets' childhood home radiated warmth. The black and white marble counter was covered in a colorful array of pencils and printed drawings ready to be filled in.

Matt, Nick, Chris, and Y/N sat together, each absorbed in their masterpieces, while an assortment of completed drawings, taped with pride, decorated the fridge nearby - just like the one back in Los Angeles, creating a gallery of memories they'd crafted every time they came to Boston.

Y/N was nestled close to Matt, sharing a single pair of earphones that played their shared playlist, mix of indie tunes, and a few songs that made them laugh as they lip-synced together.

Every so often, Y/N would pause her coloring just to press a gentle kiss onto Matt's shoulder or cheek, and every time she did it, Matt’s face would light up with a shy smile, his hand instinctively reaching over to brush her fingers, squeezing them lightly before returning to his coloring.

Across the table, Nick was squinting at his drawing, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he carefully filled in the skin of the pokémons with a vibrant mix of yellows, blues and purples. Chris, with a look of intense focus, was working on an abstract swirl of colors, occasionally nudging Nick to make him mess up just a bit, causing laughter between them.

"Hey, don't mess with my work!" Nick huffed, shielding his paper from Chris, shooting him a dirty look. "Fucking moron."

Chris snorted.

"Oh, come on, Nick, I’m just adding some flair to it!" He laughed, his tone playful, but he left Nick’s drawing alone, deciding instead to lean closer to Y/N and Matt, peeking at their work, accidentally hitting some pencils to the floor. "What are you two coloring over there?" He teased, a soft smile on his face as he watched Y/N and Matt too close, almost blending into each other, the identical maroon sweaters disguising who was who.

Y/N grinned, lifting her drawing to show a sunset over mountains, shaded in soft pinks and oranges.

"It’s our little Boston sunset for the fridge gallery."

Matt smiled brightly, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand as he glanced at her drawing.

"It’s going to he the prettiest drawing in there, babe." He murmured, leaning down to place a quick, sweet kiss on her temple.

"You're so disgusting." Chris huffed, rolling his eyes playfully before going back to his own paper.

Y/N stuck her tongue out playfully in response, her eyes gleaming with a happiness that was contagious.

As the playlist continued, Matt and Y/N swapped colored pencils back and forth, murmuring softly to each other about which colors went best with the others.

After a while, Nick stood up, lowering his grey headphones, heading to the fridge, and scanning their growing gallery.

"Alright, let's see what new masterpieces we're adding today." Nick announced, carefully peeling off a piece of tape to stick Chris's vibrant butterfly next to his own pokémons drawing on the fridge door. "At this point, we’re not even gonna see the fridge anymore." He grinned, smoothing each piece into place with a bit of pride.

Without missing a beat, Chris turned to Matt and Y/N, an exaggerated impatience in his voice.

"C'mon, lovebirds, finish up so we can add your little sunset next to my work of art."

Matt scoffed, rolling his eyes as he passed a glance at Chris.

"If we’re being honest, yours doesn’t even deserve a spot." He muttered with a smirk, dodging Chris’s halfhearted swipe at him. "Oh, I'm gonna end you-"

"Boys, no fighting near the fridge!" Came Mary Lou’s voice from the couch in the other room. Both brothers froze, biting back laughter as they stood straight. Nick stifled a chuckle, sharing an amused look with Y/N, who shook her head at them all, her smile soft.

"Alright, Matt, focus." Y/N said, tugging him gently by his sweater sleeve to bring his attention back to the counter. "Before I finish this sunset all by myself."

Matt let himself be pulled down with a playful grin, settling beside her once more.

"Fine, fine." He relented, leaning in close, their heads nearly touching as they dove back into their coloring, whispering and swapping pencils as if the world outside didn’t exist.

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A/N: I had this idea after seeing Nick's stories yesterday, and I know it's an ass, but I liked the concept 😭✋🏻

[sweetshuga]

That One Autumn Evening ✰ MS

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

Hooking up at a mutual friend’s party.

Warnings! Smut!, strong language!, obscene descriptions, pet name (pretty), oral (f! receiving), fingering, p in v (unprotected), overstimulation, size kink (kinda), praise kink (kinda), etc.

wc. 1.4k

notes. English is not my first language! Prologue to Keep it on

The music blared throughout the house, drowning out your thoughts. A solo cup in your hand that you occasionally took a sip from—even though you knew you had one too many tonight. Most of your friends had already gone home, having excused themselves saying they had work or just weren’t up for a crazy hangover tomorrow.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about anything at the moment. You had just broken up with your boyfriend of 2 years, over an argument about the dress you were gonna wear to this exact party you stood in, gulping down drink after drink.

The pouring rain outside contrasted starkly to the liveliness in the house, but it matched your mood all too well. The stormy weather was almost blanked out by the darkness looming over due to the late hours, but the sound of pattering droplets of rain kept reminding you of the turmoil outside, and in you.

Well, you and your boyfriend started to have a strain in your relationship from the second year mark so it wasn’t really a surprise when he broke up with you tonight; it was inevitable. Everything you did seemed to make him either annoyed or somehow even pissed off, which was completely unreasonable since all you wanted was his attention.

"He’s a fucking scumbag, always was, only you saw him through rose-colored glass," your friend held your hand, slurring her words as she spoke. A bitter scoff left your lips before you chugged the rest of the mix of alcohols that you didn’t even recognise the names of. "I know, don’t remind me," you mumbled, trying to keep your words from slurring.

One of your friends suddenly clutched your arms, and with wide eyes she whispered, "holy fuck, there’s a crazy hot guy approaching us, you have to at least get his number, forget about that dumb ex of yours— just act flirty okay?" She slurred. "What?" You answered dumbly.

You looked back when you felt a tap on your shoulder, locking eyes with a blue eyed brunette with a charming smile. "Yes?" The guy chuckled, "you’re really pretty," he said bluntly, the alcohol in his system fueling his confidence.

You just stood there and blinked at him for a good minute before your intoxicated self acknowledged what he said, straightening up as a smirk made its way onto your lips. "You’re not bad looking yourself, and nice chain," you said pointing at your own collar, indicating to the silver chain – with a horse pendant – around his neck.

He laughed softly and looked down at his chain briefly before raking his gaze over your body appraisingly, leaning in as he whispered in your ear, "you up for a more quiet talk?" A smile curved up your lips and you nodded, telling your friends you’ll be back.

𓆩♡𓆪

The way up the second floor stairs and into a spare bedroom was a blur, followed by giggles and muffled sounds of clothes hitting the floor.

Your giggles turned into breathy sighs as he kissed your bare skin, trailing his lips down the valley between your tits and leaving a few wet kisses there before going lower. Humming in appreciation to your body as he licked a stripe down your pelvis, causing your breath to hitch.

Matt chuckled when he noticed you squirm under his attention, slowly parting your thighs with his hands, "you’re so pretty, m’gonna eat this pussy so good—so pretty," he murmured before diving down. Your eyes rolled back briefly the moment his tongue made contact with your throbbing clit, a breathy moan escaped through your parted lips.

"Mhm... so sensitive ain’t you, pretty?" he mumbled against your flesh, causing vibrations that made your hips buck against his face, a whine leaving your lips. "Fuck... feels so good—yeah, just like that, oh fu—ck," you moaned as he plunged two long digits into your spasming walls, curling them just right.

His fingers and mouth worked in tandem, making that knot in your lower abdomen tighter with each lick and stroke. Your moans grew louder as you squirmed against his face—only to be held down by his free hand, eliciting a sob of pleasure from you.

"Can’t—m’gonna, gonna—shit, shit, shit," you moaned loudly, your fingers clutching on his hair for dear life as a powerful orgasm washed over you. The intoxication of the alcohol in your system made it all the more intense as you struggled to come down from your high, and the way his tongue flicked over your oversensitized bud of nerves didn’t help one bit.

He sucked hard on your clit and started to pound his fingers into you, intentionally curling his fingers upwards. "Wait—shit, i’m gonna—oh fuck, fuck—" you moaned loudly, almost wailing as you squirted all over his face, the sensation bordering on too much.

Your body went limp on the bed, your breathing ragged as you tried to comprehend the earth-shattering orgasm you just had. Matt wiped his face with the back of his hand, rising up your body, nudging his painfully hard erection against your pelvis.

Despite your obvious sensitivity and almost overstimulating experience, you found yourself wrapping your legs around his torso, beckoning him closer—to which he gladly did.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, "shh—you were so good, so good fo’me... you think you can go a bit more, pretty?" he murmured against your lips. "Yeah... just slowly, please," you whispered, your voice dying on you due to overuse.

He whispered soft praises and sweet nothings in your ear as he slowly pushed inside you, keeping a steady but slow pace. "Just like that, keep those pretty eyes on me and just feel alright?" He whispered, his lips trailing along your jaw and down your neck—ending at your collarbone where he left hickeys.

He made sure to be gentle even in his intoxicated state, knowing you were as drunk as, if not more than, him. His pace was unhurried but the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix with each thrust, grinding his hips whenever he bottomed out, making you whimper.

"Shit, you’re so big," you moaned, unable to think of anything but the thick girth inside you. Your walls fluttered around him, and each time he pulled back he would let out a groan at the way your pussy seemed to suck him in.

"Fuck—you like how big I am?" He rasped, and all you could do was nod, muttering a soft "yes" to which he groaned aloud. "Fuu—ck that’s dangerous," he mumbled, closing his eyes to hold on to that last bit of control, but the damage was already done.

His pace quickened, his hands gripped your knees and pushed them up, almost folding you in half as he started to pound into you. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix with bruising force each time, making you clutch onto him and the bedspread, your eyes wide as you moaned loudly.

He groaned loudly before smashing his lips against yours, swallowing your desperate cries of pleasure. The sound of the bedframe slamming against the wall rivalled with the sound of his hips slamming against yours.

The bed creaked beneath you, and your moans grew louder when he suddenly changed his angle, hitting that spot that made you see sparks. Your eyes rolled back as the pleasure threatened to consume you whole.

You jolted awake, sitting upright as you took in your surroundings, clutching your head at the severe pounding in your head. "Fuck, shouldn’t have drank so much..." Your hoarse voice trailed off when you noticed your nakedness under the covers.

Your mouth gaped as you tried to make sense of anything at all, but the hangover was preventing you from thinking even the slightest bit.

A slight movement beside you caught you off guard, and your gaze travelling to the guy sleeping beside you. His back was facing you—full of red marks, undeniable scratch marks. A soft flush creeped up your face at the sight.

You tentatively reached over and gently shook his shoulder. "Hey..." You tried to say but your voice was too hoarse and quiet so you opted to just get out of there before he woke up, but not before you wrote a small note, leaving it on the pillow next to him.

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Matt woke up a bit later, turning around just to be met with—no one. His eyebrows furrowed, he was sure he had hooked up with someone, "did I have a wet dream or something?" He mumbled to himself. Sitting upright on the bed before his gaze landed on the note beside him.

His face broke into a huge grin as he read the note, a soft chuckle escaping through his lips. You had written your name and phone number on the note, and had marked it with your lipstick stain.

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wc. 1,475

Isa's notes. Yeah... I know I haven't been posting, but what can I say? School has started and I'm in grade 12 (senior year) sooo I have a lot of things to do at the moment:( Also, I made so many jump cuts just because I was too lazy to write it all 😃

xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

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© sweetshuga

[ericshoney]

Fake Friends ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: You've been refusing to go to school since you and your best friend fell out. You hadn't told your parents what the reason was, so they call in back up. Nick, Matt and Chris.

Warnings: Possible swearing, nicknames, crying, random names for friends, slight angst, fluff.

Reader's age: 16

You hadn't gone to school in a week. Every time your parents came to see if you were ready, you were laid in bed still in your pjs, refusing to go.

You hadn't told your parents why you didn't want to go to school. Just that you didn't want too. The reason.

You and your best friend Rachel had fallen out.

You also noticed that after you and Rachel fell out, all your other friends turned their back on you. Admitting they were only friends with you due to your brothers careers.

So here you were, laid in your bed. MaryLou had tried to get you to go to school but you flat out refused. Your mother had called in back up though.

Nick, Matt and Chris had just landed back in Boston, your dad had gone to collect them, filling the trio in the car with what was going on.

"So, you've got no idea what happened? She's just refusing?" Nick asked.

"Yeah. We tried to ask her what was wrong, but she just said she didn't want to." Your dad replied.

"We'll see what we can do." Matt said.

Once they arrived home, Nick, Matt and Chris greeted your mum before coming to your room.

"Hey kid, can we come in?" Matt asked, as he knocked on your door.

"Sure." You mumbled.

The trio walked into your room and saw you sat up on your bed, your phone laid on your lap. The three smiled as they came and sat on your bed too.

"Hey, what's going on?" Nick asked,

"I just don't want to go to school anymore." You answered.

"We understand that, kid, but why?" Chris asked, emphasising the word.

"You can tell us, sweetheart." Nick mentioned, noticing your hesitation.

"Me and Rachel fell out. All my other friends then admitted they were using me to get to you guys." You confessed.

"I...I just don't get it, like, what have I done to them! They all turned their backs on me! All cause you guys do YouTube, but they lied! They told me they were friends with me because they wanted too, but they all just lied." You continued, feeling the tears fall down your face.

Matt pulled you into a hug as you cried in his arms. He shared a look with Chris and Nick, who both frowned.

"Hey, so listen. We understand how hard it is to lose friends. Especially a close one, so we fully know what you're feeling. But do you think you could try something for us?" Matt suggested.

"What is it?" You asked.

"So we're home for a few weeks, okay. Do you think you could try and go to school tomorrow for us. If things aren't good then we'll work something out, okay petal?" Matt offered.

"Okay." You agreed.

"Just remember, kid, you're better than those people. You weren't being fake, they were." Nick said.

"The right friends will make their way to you one day. Believe us, school isn't the only time to make friends. And you've always got us, Justin and Nate." Chris said, making you laugh lightly.

"Thanks guys." You said, feeling better about the situation.

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Dividers by @issysh3ll

[teapartyprincess4two]

On Stream- M. Sturniolo

pairing: gf!reader x bf!Matt

classification: fluff

warnings: use of y/n, short, slight cursing, some suggestive comments

summary: Matt mentions you on stream, causing the chat to go crazy.

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Nowadays it seems that Matt and Chris have an abnormal amount of free time.

The pair have spent the past few days running errands, catching up on chores, spending quality time together, and unwinding. But two energetic young men can only do so much relaxing before it becomes unbearably boring, especially without you and Nick around.

Nick’s somewhere across the globe, relishing in the perks of having good friends. He’s experiencing the world with a sense of individuality, having been apart from his triplet brothers for over a week.

Without Nick around the house is quiet and boring enough, but Chris and Matt can usually count on you to keep them company. But it seems that they see you less and less every day.

You aren’t somewhere far away, not physically at least, you’re just very, very busy. As you enter the fall semester, you’re juggling a multitude of responsibilities including school, work, your social life, and your relationship. But as you adjust to your crazy hectic schedule, you spend less time at home with Matt and more time nose deep in a book.

So, just as the brothers grow accustomed to the eerie silence that haunts the halls of their home and the boredom that settles into their everyday lives, they decide enough is enough and take up a new hobby. Streaming.

Today, as Matt anchors himself in his rolling chair, his eyes skim through the endless chats that flood his screen. Chris sits next to him, a vibrant and excited smile adorning his features.

This is their third consecutive day going live on Twitch. At first they went live to entertain and chat with their fans, but now they’re doing it to occupy their bored minds.

Chris’s eyes skim the chat, fixating on one message in particular. He subconsciously reads it aloud, “Is Y/n on tour with Nick? We miss her.”

After reading the comment, the chat was flooded with similar messages asking for you. Matt slumps into his chair, the mention of your name reminding him that it’s been a week since he’s seen you.

“Nah, she’s just busy with school right now,” Chris replies mindlessly, skimming for another comment to read.

A lot of the viewers noticed Matt’s mood shift. They noticed the way his eyes drooped and the way the corners of his mouth turned into a frown. They especially noticed the disassociated look he wore, mind traveling to a place only you could bring him out of.

“Matt,” Chris says, waving a hand in front of his brother’s face. No response. “Matt!” He tries again, louder this time. Matt still doesn’t respond, only coming back into reality when Chris violently shakes his shoulders.

“What, dude? What?!” Matt asks, annoyance evident in his tone.

“Your phone’s ringing.” Chris replies with an eye roll and a small scoff.

Suddenly the blaring ring registers in Matt’s mind as he pats his pockets in search of his phone. When he finally finds it, your name illuminated the screen.

“Who’s calling?” Chris asks, stretching out his neck in hopes of catching a nosy glimpse at the caller ID.

“Umm be right back chat. Y/n’s calling,” Matt says, words spewing out a mile a minute. He disappears from the room faster than ever, immediately pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.” Your voice is music to Matt’s ears. It feels like forever since he’s last heard it.

“Hey,” he murmurs, “everything okay?”

You hum in response, followed by a soft yawn.

“You sound tired. When are you coming home?” Matt asks, softly leaning against the wall. You’ve been at school all day stuck in lectures and studying, so Matt knows you need some well deserved rest.

“I’m on my way now. That’s why I called, wanted to see if you guys were hungry so I could pick up something to eat.”

The excitement that courses through Matt’s veins is unreal, winding him up with enough energy to last until tomorrow. He can’t wait to see you, hold you, kiss you, and make up for all the lost time.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he replies, pausing for a second to compose himself, “I just wanna see you.”

A warm smile graces your features and if Matt could see it he’d mirror your expression.

“I’ll be home soon don’t worry. How’s the stream going?”

“Huh?” For a second Matt forgot that he and his brother were live streaming for thousands of people.

“The stream. Aren’t you live with Chris right now?”

“Ohhh. It’s going… it’s going good.” Matt replies with a soft sigh.

Your smile is momentarily replaced with a frown. “It doesn’t sound like it’s going good. What’s wrong?”

Matt’s fingers pinch the bridge of his nose before gliding across his eyelids and massaging the tense nerves and muscles on his face. “It’s going fine. I just can’t focus. The chat keeps asking about you and it’s honestly making me really sad.”

A small chuckle escapes your lips. “Aww my poor baby. Can’t focus on Fortnite?”

“Not Fortnite.”

“Oops, sorry. Fall Guys?

“Y/n.” Matt warns, though he finds it slightly funny too.

“I’m joking, I’m joking. I’ll be home soon with some good food and open arms. We can cuddle and watch a movie, or do anything else you wanna do. Okay?”

Matt feels his spirit lighten up again, a cheeky smirk forming on his face. “Anything?”

“Don’t push it,” you laugh.

Just as Matt’s about to respond, he’s cut short by Chris calling his name from inside the room.

“Get back to your stream. I’ll be home soon, handsome.”

Matt’s lips form a silly pout you can’t even see as he replies, “But I wanna keep talking to you. Miss you so much.”

“MATT!” Chris calls again, this time much louder than the last.

“We’ll talk all you want when I get home. Now go! I have the stream pulled up on my computer and I think Chris is gonna start twerking,” you say, trying your best not to laugh.

“Holy fuck this kid,” Matt groans, face palming. “Alright baby, I love you. Drive safe.”

“I love you too,” you say through small giggles before hanging up.

When Matt renters the room, he’s not surprised to find Chris dancing for the camera. He pushes past him and settles back into his rolling chair wearing a huge, toothy smile.

“What did Y/n want?” Chris asks, briefly glancing at Matt as he switches from doing the griddy to shuffling across the room.

“Just asked if we were hungry,” Matt shrugs, attempting to act nonchalant, but there’s no hiding the newfound pep in his step.

“And it took you that long?”

“I was catching up with my girl. —Why the fuck are you still dancing?”

“Someone gifted,” Chris says, slightly breathless as he bops from corner to corner.

“Alright…” Matt shifts towards the computer, “What did I miss?”

He reads comments, expecting most of them to be about Chris and his absurd dancing skills, but he’s surprised to find that they’re all about you.

Some fans ask where you are, others ask what you’re doing, some speculate on the conversation you and Matt had, and others simply comment on how much happier Matt seems since talking to you.

All Matt can do is smile and patiently wait for you to arrive, ready to bombard you with kisses as soon as you step through the door.

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MASTERLIST

a/n: hi babies! Hope you enjoy this short oneshot! I know I haven’t updated or posted much in a longggg time but I honestly had writers block :P I’m trying to get into the habit of writing again, so bear with me pls. I have a lotttt of drafts (some that just need to be edited) so be expecting that soon! Luv you all 😚

- L.A.M.B🪽💝

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[chrissturnsfav]

𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 | 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰

you have been friends with the triplets for a while now, but you and matt started sneaking around only about a month ago. you, matt, nick, and chris are watching a movie, but you and matt's minds are traveling elsewhere.

ᰔᩚ fwb!matt, softdom!matt, smut, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 you tap it), creampie, fluff, use of pet names, talking you through it, use of y/n, slight teasing, dirty talk

ᰔᩚ w.c. 1,836

back to the future is playing on the tv in the triplets' living room, but you're struggling to keep your focus on the movie. you, matt, nick, and chris are all sat on the couch in a comfortable silence, the only noise coming from the tv and chris chewing on doritos.

however, underneath the blanket, matt's hand rests on your thigh, getting dangerously close to your core with each passing minute.

your body is practically aching with desire, your mind yelling at you to just text matt to meet you in his bedroom. a quiet exhale leaves your mouth when his hand slowly comes to cup your heat.

your brows furrow slightly as you keep your gaze fixed on the tv—but your mind is anything but focused on the movie when he runs a finger through your clothed folds. you let out another exhale, this one slightly shaky.

matt's eyes are fixed on the tv, his expression focused—but you know what's really on his mind. his hand then moves beneath your pants, then under your panties and he runs two cold fingers through your dripping cunt. you clear your throat to suppress the moan that threatens to leave your mouth.

but then when his two fingers begin to rub slow circles on your bundle of nerves, you gasp slightly, eyes involuntarily closing and matt smirks.

nick furrows his brows at the sound of your gasp before turning to look at you and you immediately open your eyes, looking at the tv screen again.

nick speaks in a confused tone with his brows still furrowed as matt continues his actions on your aching clit, "you good?" he says sarcastically, catching chris' attention and he turns his head to look at you.

you turn your head to look at both of them with a soft smile, "yeah, why?"

nick shrugs, turning his attention back to the tv, chris follows his actions.

matt scoffs under his breath, pulling his phone out of his pocket with the hand that isn't still rubbing at your nub to text you.

matt sturniolo

can't keep quiet can ya

y/n y/l/n

shut up

read, 11:16 pm

matt sturniolo

says you

matt sturniolo

watch this

matt smirks at the messages, tossing his phone aside before slowly pushing his middle finger inside you without warning. his index finger continues to rub circles on your clit, but faster this time.

your eyes widen as you grip the blanket on your lap, lips parting at his sudden actions and you swallow hard, desperately trying to keep quiet.

matt's smirk on his face grows as his eyes stay on the screen. you let out a quiet exhale letting him pump his finger in and out of you for a few moments. as it grows harder for you to suppress your sounds, you pick your phone up again.

y/n y/l/n

matt i can't

y/n y/l/n

we need to go upstairs

matt sturniolo

idk i'm pretty comfy here

y/n y/l/n

please

y/n y/l/n

i can't

matt sturniolo

meet me in my room in 5

matt pulls his fingers out of your pants, wiping them on his pants before shifting out of his seat, "gotta take a piss, be right back," he excuses himself to which chris and nick nod before turning their attention back on the tv.

you nod as well, playing it off as matt disappears upstairs. as you continue to watch the movie, you think of excuses to make as to why you need to leave the room.

five minutes go on and you pull the blanket off your legs, speaking up, "i have to pee," you say standing up.

chris and nick look at your for a second before nodding. you let out a sigh of relief when they don't question you.

when you get upstairs, you scurry to matt's room as your core throbs for attention and you throw the door open, closing and locking it behind you.

matt is sat on the edge of the bed, smirking at your presence before standing up and licking his lips, walking over to you.

you stare up at him through wispy lashes, lust evident in your eyes and a knowing smirk on your lips. you open your mouth to say something, but matt presses a finger against your lips, his face inching close to yours.

"shh," he hushes, staring down at you mischievously, "remember, you're supposed to be in the bathroom, gotta be quiet," he says in a low tone. you reply with a nod and he smirks, "good girl," he mutters, turning you around and walking into you.

your legs hit the back of his bed and he lets you fall, crawling on top of you to hover his body over yours.

his chain dangles in your face and his eyes dart from your lips to your eyes, desire overflowing both of your bodies. he presses his lips against yours and you exhale into his mouth, he takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

your tongues dance in sync for a few seconds, his hands trailing down your waist before resting at the waistband of your sweatpants. he slowly pulls them down, tossing them onto the floor as your arms wrap around his shoulders, silently begging for more.

he smirks against your lips, pulling your panties down and off your body, tossing them to the floor with your sweatpants. you tug at the hem of his shirt, whimpering into his mouth.

he breaks the kiss, his lips swollen as he licks them and looks down at you with a sensual look on his face, "take it off, baby."

you smirk up at him, pulling his shirt over his shoulders. he leans up to pull his jeans down, tossing his shirt and jeans to the floor to join the rest of your discarded clothes.

once he gets your shirt off, he stares down at your exposed body with a bite of his lip, "mmm...so beautiful," he mumbles, his hand trailing down to rest on your hip.

"please," you plead, body now aching for him.

matt smirks down at you, raising his eyebrows, "yeah? you want it?" he asks.

you nod, eyes fluttering closed as he pulls his boxers off his body and his dick springs out, "need it...so bad, matt...please," you mumble.

matt nods, positioning himself between your legs and tapping himself against your sopping entrance. you gasp at his actions, opening your eyes. matt shakes his head as he smirks down at you, "keep those pretty sounds quiet, yeah?"

you nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders again, your legs wrapping themselves around his back, "mhm," you hum into his ear.

"that's my girl," he whispers before slowly pushing himself into you. he hisses quietly at the sensation, eyes closing. your eyes roll back and lips part as you suppress a moan.

matt's hips move rhythmically into you, his pace slow but hard and gentle as he grunts lowly. you desperately try to keep your whimpering low in his ear, panting quietly, "mm...feels s'good," you whisper out a moan.

matt hums quietly in response, "mmm...i know," he moans quietly, continuing his actions bit faster.

you suddenly gasp, slightly loud and matt tuts, slowing his hips again and staring down at you, "shhh...quiet, baby," he whispers in a grunt.

your eyes squeeze shut and you nod, "m-mm-mhm..." you hum, panting quietly and he smirks at your nod, moving fast again.

matt hisses above you, holding your hips in place as he rocks into you biting his lip in pleasure, "fuck...so pretty, so tight..." he mumbles quietly.

you feel the familiar knot in your stomach forming, signaling that you're close and your thighs tighten on his back as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

you pant heavily, throwing your head back into his pillows, "m...mmm...'m gonna...gonna cum," you barely whisper out and matt nods, bringing a hand up to your mouth to muffle your noises as he pulls his head out of your neck.

"mhmmm, cum f'me pretty girl, c'mon," he mumbles lowly, his own high approaching.

you pant against his hand as he rests his forehead against yours, eyes burning into your closed ones. "c'mon, pretty, you got it," he mutters, pulling his hand away to brush his lips against yours. his hand intertwines with your fingers and you squeeze his hand tightly.

the knot in your stomach snaps and your mouth falls open, eyes rolling back as you desperately hold back your moans, letting it come out in a sharp gasp.

matt connects his lips with yours to muffle your sounds, his tongue sliding against yours. you coat his dick in a film of your cum, moaning quietly into his mouth and gripping his clammy hand harder.

"mmm...yeah, baby, look at you," he mumbles against your lips, pulling them away from yours when you begin to come down from your high in low pants.

matt's own high gets closer and his thrusts become sloppier, staring down at you with his eyes rolled back, "fuck...gonna fill you up, baby...gonna fill you up so good," he moans quietly and you nod, fluttering your eyes closed.

matt pulls his forehead away from yours, his hand not intertwined with yours moving to rest on your waist, pulling you down against the sheets to move against his hips.

matt hisses, "shiiit," he mumbles before his cock twitches inside you, coating your walls in his cum. he throws his head back, gasping lowly as you watch him cum.

he rides out his high before pulling out of you, looking down at your pussy to watch his cum dripping out and he spreads your folds to get a closer look. he licks his lips as you sit up on your elbows, still trying to catch your breath. "tsssk, so pretty," he mumbles, not taking his eyes off your core.

you smile softly at him and he shakes his head at your pussy, smiling at it before standing off the bed, "you good?" he asks as he pulls his clothes back on.

you nod, standing up and grabbing your clothes, "mhm, i'm okay," you say, redressing yourself with a small smile.

matt smirks, buttoning his jeans as he looks at you, "i'll go down first, yeah?"

you chuckle, nodding as you pull your shirt back on, "yeah, go ahead."

matt smiles, nodding and ruffling your now messy hair, "you can clean yourself up, right?"

you nod, chuckling again as you stare up at him, "yes, i got it."

matt nods, licking his lips before pecking yours softly and walking towards the door.

when matt leaves his room to go back downstairs, you clean yourself up quickly before staring at your disheveled appearance in his mirror and you shake your head, scoffing to yourself as you wonder what matt's excuse to taking so long is gonna be to his brothers.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: LOVE SOFTDOM!MATT!!! hope you guys liked this hehe. i wrote this how i imagine matt would be during sex which is very soft, talking you through it, while still teasing you a lil bc i think its so hot

thank you for reading!! <3

@chrissturnsfav ™

[sturnslcver]

can you write headcanons of dating matt, fluff, smut and just all that would come with dating him? pleaseeee🥰

ੈ✩‧₊˚ MATT HEADCANONS ˚.°: ₊˚ ୨

— matt sturniolo x fem reader —

— warnings, fluff, suggestive, cockwarming, smut!!

fluff:

• anytime you guys are out in public he tends to zone out or exclude himself from conversations and he just sits and traces lines and circles along your palms

• whenever you guys go out to eat he always lets you try the first or last bite of his food so you know if you want to get that instead next time

• he always buttons and zips your jackets or cardigans for you when you guys are in a rush

• he always reminds you to put a jacket or socks on when it’s cold outside

• he purposely does or watches things he knows you like right in front of you so that you get excited and tell him all about it

• he always keeps a few of your favorite snacks in the car and in his nightstand

• you two are always in comfortable silence with each other

• he’s always getting random candid shots without you knowing and smiling to himself

• he leaves small romantic notes for you to find sometimes when he has to leave early for work in the mornings

suggestive/smut:

• he smacks and squeezes your ass any chance he gets

• he loves cockwarming

• he’s usually a soft dom and very patient with you

• he showers you with kisses and whispers sweet nothings into your ear after sex

• he offers you his clothes to get dressed in after sex

• he teases you leaving sloppy, wet, open mouthed kisses all up and down your body until you’re so desperate you’re basically thrusting your hips forward for friction and whining

• he often he swirls his tongue around your jaw and ear and groans into your skin since he knows how much you love to hear him

• he loves making you feel good with his fingers he also loves to foreplay and tease and will drag it on for a long while before actually penetrating

a/n: very short matt head canons while i finish up part two of virulent love! it might be a few days before it’s posted since im over at my friends house rn but u guys have been showing so much support to the series already and i’m so excited for u guys to read the rest <3

[plasticferal]

hiii girly!!! could u like write something where reader and matt have sex & get caught?? maybe by his brothers lmao, have a great day lovely :)

caught in the act | matt sturniolo.

authors note: thank you for your sweet words! love always. i hope you enjoy this quick little 1.9k words.

warnings: 18+ content. choking, dom!matt, fem!reader, explicit language, slight exhibitionism, getting caught of course. reader discretion is advised.

matt's big hand engulfs your neck, giving a squeeze with warning to cover up your loud moans as he sucks a purple mark below your ear. he's extra rough tonight, leaving your skin burning and stinging with the grip he has on you.

“your brothers are gonna hear us” you grasp at matt's tattooed shoulder blade, nails scratching into his skin as he eats away at your neck like a vampire, so desperately.

“don’t care” he speaks into your skin, making you roll upward into his naked body.

your head is almost hanging completely off the edge of his bed as he rolls his hips between your thighs, teasing your entrance with his hard cock but not thrusting into you just yet.

matt kisses and sucks at every inch of your skin, leaving bite marks, and trails of saliva. the room fills with the sound of your body sticking to his own, and the small groans he's muffling while trying to keep quiet himself knowing his brothers are in the house, somewhere, wide awake.

you two never usually fool around this early in the night, the sun has barely set, but when he sauntered into the bedroom fresh from a shower with a white towel hanging low on his hips, hair dripping wet, and drops of water dancing down his bare chest, he became so distressingly irresistible.

it wasn't take long before the towel dropped, and both of your clothes scatter the floor. he carries himself with such an unintentional dominance. the slightly sour look on his face, the serious manner he holds when he's lost in deep thought, it makes him so endearing.

you can still smell his body wash lingering in the air as your bodies rub and grind into each other. you nibble at matt's ear, and his throat shakes with pleasure as he tries to swallow the sound.

matt tightens his grip around your throat, looking down at you with a sharp glare before slamming a rough, almost painful kiss to your lips. if you weren't so focused on the feeling of his dick rubbing against your inner thigh near your soaked cunt, you're sure you'd wince or complain at the abrasiveness.

he pulls back, making you pout at the loss of contact. he lets out a huff of understanding, but gives you a look that tells you to be patient.

"turn around, ass toward me" he orders against your mouth, methodically grabbing your hips to guide you as turn over on your hands and knees.

"so you’re in that kind of mood tonight?” you tempt, lust dripping from your mouth as you oblige and delicately flip over, grabbing at the edge of his bed and gripping the sheets.

“when you look this good," matt's fingers trace up your spine.

"yeah.” before he grabs the back of your neck to keep himself stable, making you gasp at how tight he's squeezing your skin.

nerves pit in your stomach as you know how good he's about to make you feel, especially doggy style. he just knows how to hit every sweet spot from this angle. you know it's going to be near impossible to keep quiet.

matt uses his free hand to pull you to his crotch, and he pushes your chest down onto the mattress so you're arching up with your ass on full display to his desire.

"ready for me, darling?" matt asks, and you nod your head distictly.

you hear him spit into his hand before he presses it to your spread open cunt, lathering any part he can see with saliva. it's a thick, warm sensation, which is a contrast to the cold air hitting your exposed skin.

you can hear him as he strokes himself once or twice with the residue on his hand, before he tucks his cock between your thighs, making sure to angle it just right to he can slide easily into your entrance.

he pushes against your pussy, his tip slowly stretching you out. so slow you can feel every single inch make you feel more and more full. you squeeze the sheets in your palms, letting the silk fabric flow past your knuckles and your cheek presses into the mattress, a moan escaping your mouth the deeper matt gets.

matt's lips are pressed shut, but he's humming a low, closed-mouth moan, stretching out the sound as he pushes deeper, and deeper, until his thick long cock is fully immersed into your hole. you're trying not to shriek at the feeling but it's just so good, and makes you feel so complete.

"matt baby, please" you're trying to keep hush, biting your bottom lip with restraint as you wait for him to move.

you feel him slide out half way, still half filling you before he thrusts into you again, unhurriedly, but with enough force that you gasp. matt plants a hand at the soft curvature of your back, allowing him to ease his balance a little more.

“just arch a little, fuck yeah… just like that” matt exhales.

you involuntarily begin to move the lower half of your body, grinding your hips into his until your cunt swallows him whole over and over again, initiating the back and forth. matt groans.

“fuck, y/n. keep bouncing on my cock like that, baby. you want it that bad you couldn’t wait?” he scoffs.

you continue to grind into him, fluttering each time his thick cock hits your sensitive, plump area. he’s let his hard grip of neck hair go as he strokes your hair tenderly , fighting his urge to grab you by the hips and fuck you until you see stars. he loves watching you like this, so desperate for him.

"sooooo good baby, oh my god" you exhale through tight teeth, sounding a porn star with how high pitched your voice suddenly becomes.

"take me so fucking well" he praises.

you're shocked and let out almost a scream when matt slaps your ass hard, undoubtedly leaving a handprint. it stings, and your skin is genuinely left buzzing.

you actually jolt your body upward, snapping your neck to try and give him a look as your jaw drops, but matt forcibly pushes your head back down.

"matthew!" you practically yell, and you hear matt chuckle coarsely.

suddenly you feel matt reach back and grab a pillow from the head of the bed, bringing it to rest under your head. knotting his slender fingers into your hair at the base of your neck, he guides your face to press into the soft material.

"face in the pillow, since you can't shut the fuck up." matt speaks as he fucks into you from behind even harder than he was before.

your entire body is rocking and shaking as you bite the pillow beneath you, obeying his orders.

the pillow only drowns out so much as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, guttural groans emitting from his chest as he throws his head back and fucks into hard, rough and fast.

the slapping sounds of your skin bounce off the walls as he dives into your hips, making you howl desperately. you screams again at his cock roughly jerking to the depths of your cunt, amplifying the pleasure that warms your whole body.

you're so engrossed in the moment that you fully convince yourself the pitter patter sound of footsteps approaching matt's room are just in your head. you're starting to think maybe you're being too loud. you reassure yourself by thinking one of you have locked the door.

you press your head into the pillow, unable to withstand the pleasure that's accumulating in your belly, increasing with the speed of matt's movements. you feel like you're so close to tipping over, clenching your pussy around him if not to only bring you closer to an orgasm.

matt grips your love-handles, holding you from either side to slam into you over and over and over. with worry, your eyes dart toward his bedroom door, knowing you're so close to releasing. the growl in your lower stomach is a mix of sudden anxiety and pleasure.

the door pries open, four shoes in your direct line of vision as they trek slowly into the room, bodies not fully revealed just yet. at the same time, your stomach bubbles and you gasp at the inevitable fulfilment rising a lot faster than you anticipated.

a single stroke of his fingers is all it takes, and you come undone, clenching your muscles around his penis while your lips continuously utter his name like a mantra. your climax is reaching it's peak at the exact same moment chris's voice is heard, and nick's body follows into the room.

matt seems completely unbothered, focusing on fucking you through your orgasm as he knows he won't get it back to this extent if he stops, and you finishing is his number one priority.

"are you guys okay?" nick's voice starts, hiding behind his younger brother and the door.

"we heard y/n screami- OH fuck" chris's eyes almost pop out of his head and jaw hits the floor.

you make eye-contact with chris for a split and the image he receives is your body shaking and moaning his brothers name. when chris slams the door shut, you hear nick scream before quite literally running away. poor chris copped the brunt of it.

"holy shit i'm so sorry" chris begs for forgiveness, and you can only imagine the panic he's enduring on the other side. you could bet good money on him clenching his eyes shut and acting out the sign of the cross.

“had put on a little show for chris, didn’t you?” matt chuckles, reacting with another slap to your ass, keeping his cock inside you but slowing his pace.

"dirty girl." matt arches over to bite your shoulder blade.

your body is ready to collapse, and you almost do, if not for matt's strong hands catching your hips at the last moment. he, too, can't take much and lowers himself inside you, moaning loudly unintelligible words. finally, he lets you fall on the mattress, carefully sliding out of you and laying you down on the soft sheets.

"YOU CAN GO NOW" matt yells, knowing his brother is frozen on the other side before dropping next to you.

"LOCK YOUR DOOR NEXT TIME" chris scrambles his words, tone fading out with the distance that grows between him and the room.

"KNOCK NEXT TIME" you and matt both say in unison, making you bury your flushed face into his chest.

matt slides his arm around your body, hugging you close to his body and peppering kisses on your forehead.

“they got to see how good i fuck you, huh princess?” he mumbles against your skin. he leans over to find your shoulder, placing small kisses of love on it there too.

"i think we've traumatised your brother forever" you chuckle, slapping his chest playfully with the very little strength you have left.

"he'll be fine" he chortles, staring up the ceiling.

"i mean he'll never look you in the eye's again, but he'll be fine." matt teases.

"oh god" you laugh while sliding a hand down your face with sheer worry.

"you did so well, though" matt whispers to you, placing a kiss just below your ear, and then correcting your hair, which is now damp with sweat.

he always acknowledges you afterwards, especially when he's been a little more dominant, and you do take him so well. you can do nothing but send him a dreamy smile in response, too tired to verbally reply to his praise.

needless to say, you plan on double checking that the door is locked going forward, to not get caught in the act ever again.

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[alyrasturnz]

DID I WAKE YOU?

❐ summary » in the quiet hours of the night, matt's voice breaks through the stillness, waking y/n from slumber. as y/n stirs, they realize that matt is deeply engrossed in an intense fortnite session with his brothers. seeking comfort, y/n gently coaxes matt away from the screen and into a warm embrace.

❐ pairings » bf!matt x fem!reader

❐ warnings » pet names

❐ a/n && w/c » i wrote this in six minutes • 930

“chris! are you fucking incompetent?” matt yells, his fingers harshly gliding against his controller, the plastic creaking under the pressure. muffled yells come from his headphones, a cacophony of frustration and commands blending into the background noise of the room.

you shift in his bed, the sheets rustling under your body as the dim light from matt’s monitor filters through your eyelids. you pull the blanket over your head, seeking refuge from the intrusive glow, trying to coax yourself back into the embrace of sleep.

“chris! chris!” matt yelled, “behind you! kid?!” he exclaimed, his fingers deftly running over the buttons on his controller in a frantic dance before he dropped it onto his table with a resounding clatter, letting out a loud, exasperated groan.

you listened to the cacophony of loud screams emanating from his headphones as matt yelled back, his voice rising to meet the tumultuous noise, creating a chaotic symphony of frustration and urgency.

you shifted restlessly, turning around and squeezing your eyes shut, the rustling of the sheets a faint whisper against the cacophony of noise. you covered your ears in a desperate attempt to block out the intrusive sounds, yearning for the elusive solace of sleep amidst the relentless chaos that surrounded you.

you sat up in frustration, your movements sharp and deliberate, casting a weary gaze at matt, who continued to yell at chris through the call. his voice reverberated through the room, a relentless barrage of sound that only amplified your growing exasperation.

you stood up, your movements deliberate and slow, as if each step was weighed down by the gravity of the situation. you walked over to him, rubbing your eyes in a futile attempt to dispel the fatigue. with a gentle yet decisive motion, your fingers grazed against his mic, muting him instantly and catching his attention.

he looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of surprise and irritation. slowly, he put his headphones down, yet chris' loud voice continued to emanate from the confines of the headphones, a persistent echo of the ongoing argument.

"hi, baby," he murmured softly, his voice a tender whisper. he opened his arms, inviting you to sit on his lap. as you straddled him, you buried your face into the crook of his neck, seeking solace in his embrace.

"did i wake you?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. as you nodded, inhaling his familiar scent, he began to run his hand up and down your back in a soothing rhythm, each stroke a silent apology.

"m'sorry," he mumbled softly, his voice barely above a whisper. he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, the tender gesture speaking volumes of his remorse.

"go to bed with me," you whispered into his skin, your breath warm against him. his lips curled into a soft smile, a silent acknowledgment of your request.

"you're so cute when you're sleepy," he chuckled, his laughter a gentle melody. his hand continued its soothing journey up and down your back. you were always at your most clingy when sleepiness enveloped you.

you peeled your face from his neck, turning to face him with a pout. your eyes, wide and imploring like those of a puppy, sought his gaze.

he glanced at you, then at his monitor, and then back at you, his eyes flickering with a momentary hesitation before settling on your face once more.

"don't look at me like that. you know i can't say no to that face," he murmured, his voice tinged with playful resignation. before he could say more, you planted a soft kiss on his lips, then buried your face back into the comforting nook of his neck.

"please," you murmur softly, your voice barely above a whisper, as he chuckles, the sound resonating warmly around you.

"okay, okay," he said, a soft blush creeping onto his cheeks. as you smiled, you slowly began to rise, the moment filled with a tender, unspoken understanding.

matt then ended the call with his brothers, his fingers lingering momentarily on the keyboard as he closed his setup with deliberate care. he took a deep breath, allowing the conversation's echoes to fade, before slowly rising from his seat, the weight of the day's events evident in his measured movements.

you walked towards his bed, your steps slow and deliberate, climbing onto it with a graceful ease. he followed closely behind, his movements mirroring your own, each step imbued with a sense of quiet anticipation.

you sat down, your gaze lifting to meet his as you waited, the room filled with a charged silence. his presence loomed above you, and in that moment, a silent understanding passed between you, deepening the connection you shared.

he crawled next to you, his movements deliberate and unhurried, before laying down beside you. as you reclined, you rested your head gently on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you, a silent testament to the bond you shared.

he wrapped his arms around you, his embrace warm and protective, his fingers weaving through your hair with a tender familiarity. then, with a gentle grace, he planted a soft kiss on the top of your head, a silent gesture of affection that spoke volumes.

"goodnight," you whisper softly, your voice barely more than a breath, as the quiet of the night envelops you both in its serene embrace.

"goodnight, sweet girl," he murmured softly, a gentle smile playing on his lips, as the tranquility of the moment wrapped around you both, guiding you into the realm of dreams.



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[kyliebabe]

Chris sturniolo x reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend Chris, have morning sex

Warnings: Smut, Praising, the nickname good girl, slight overstimulation, soft dom chris, sub reader.

You wake up to the feeling of soft kisses on your neck and shoulder. Chris's arms are wrapped tightly around you, his body spooning yours. "Good morning, baby," he whispers, his voice still rough with sleep. He nuzzles into your neck, his hands roaming your body gently.

“Good morning” you giggle out, turning around in his arms to kiss him softly.

Chris deepens the kiss, his hand coming up to cup your face tenderly. "Mmm... the best way to wake up," he mumbles against your lips. His hands start to explore your body more boldly as the kiss turns passionate. "Can I..."

You give him a slight nod, urging him to continue, staring deep into his love filled, blue eyes.

Chris's face lights up with a mischievous grin, his hands continuing to roam your body. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, his hands gentling caresses your curves. "I love you," he whispers against your skin, his voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too” you say through a soft sigh, at the feeling of his teeth lightly grazing your neck.

Chris smiles against your skin, his hands continuing to touch and caress you. He takes his time, worshipping your body with his touch and kisses. He wants this to be perfect for you. "Tell me if I do something you don't like, okay?" he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion.

“I will” you say softly staring deep into his eyes, in anticipation.

Chris leans down and kisses you slowly, his hands continuing to explore your body. He slowly slips his hand between your thighs, his touch gentle. "Is this okay?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

“Yes, please Chris, just touch me” you sigh out, looking down at him, looking at you awaiting an answer, softly stroking your soft, plush thighs.

Chris swallows hard at your plea, his hands shaking slightly as he caresses your most intimate area. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I'll take care of you, I promise," he whispers, his fingers beginning to explore more boldly.

“Fuck” you softly whisper out, lightly throwing your head back, against the soft, feather light pillow, at the feeling of his calloused finger tips, softly brushing over your clit through your panties.

Chris smiles confidently, his touch growing bolder as you respond to him. He slowly slips his fingers underneath the hem of your underwear, his touch gentle yet firm. "Look at me, baby,"

Your head slams down to look at him, per his request, knowing that if you don’t, the pleasurable feeling of his light touch will stop.

Chris's blue eyes are dark with desire as he gazes up at you adoringly. "You're so beautiful," he breathes, his fingers stroking through your folds. He finds your entrance and slowly pushes one long finger inside. "Tell me how it feels,"

“Oh fuck Chris” you moan out at the feeling of his fingers exploring your slick covered walls, desperately trying not to let your eyes roll back into you skull, only wanting to make him happy. “It feels so fucking good baby, oh my fucking god” you moan out, staring deep into the lust filled eyes, belonging to the man between your legs, that he’s currently gripping open, as your legs beg to snap shut, to escape the almost overstimulating , feeling of ecstasy.

Chris's face flushes with pleasure at your words, his fingers growing bolder as they push in and out of you slowly. He adds another finger, stretching you gently. "Wrap your legs around my shoulders, baby,"

You do as he says, not wanting this incredible feeling to stop.

Chris settles between your thighs, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you as his thumb rubs circles on your swollen bud. He keeps his eyes locked on yours, watching your face as you become more and more aroused. "You're so tight, baby, you feel so good,"

“Oh my fuck Chris, I’m so fucking close, please baby, please let me cum, I just wanna cum for you, wanna be your good girl.” you let out in a string of whimpers and moans, throwing your head back, against the plush sheets.

Chris's heart races as he watches you lose control, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. He presses his thumb harder against your clit, his fingers pumping faster inside you. "Cum for me, baby, be my good girl and cum all over my hand," he commands, his voice strained with desire.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, oh fuck I’m cumming” you chant out as your pleasure comes to a peak. your creamy slick, leaking out of your velvety walks, spilling out into his fingers, softly dripping down his hand, onto the soft plush sheets.

Chris's face flushes with satisfaction as he watches you cum undone. He slows his touch, gently caressing you as you ride out your orgasm. "That's my good girl," he whispers, his voice filled with pride and affection.

Your chest begins to rise and fall rapidly, out of breath, from the intense pleasure.

Chris gives you a moment to catch your breath, his own heart racing as he waits patiently. He leans down and kisses your belly softly, his hands continuing to caress you gently. "I want to taste you, baby, can I?" he asks, his voice filled with desire.

You hesitantly nod down at him, desperately wanting to feel his pink muscle, pumping in and out of Your walls , but not sure if your already spent cunt can handle another orgasm.

Chris smiles reassuringly at your hesitant nod. He kisses his way down your body, his hands worshipping every curve. As he settles between your thighs, he looks up at you with smoldering eyes. "I'll be gentle, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you,"

“Okay” you softly whisper gazing into his lust filled eyes, the blue ring of his irises, turning almost completely black.

Chris begins by kissing your inner thighs softly, his hands stroking your belly and hips. He takes his time, making sure you're completely relaxed before he finally presses a soft kiss to your sensitive bud. He starts slow, licking and sucking gently, his touch light and tender.

As he laps at your sensitive flesh, you can't help but let out a soft whimper of delight. Chris takes that as his cue to increase his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth and fucking it with his tongue, his hands spreading your legs further apart. He eats you out with wild abandon, his face buried between your thighs as he devours your pussy like a starving man.

“Oh fuck” you practically scream out, reaching down to tug on his silky brown locks, needing something to ground you from the intense pleasure. “Fuck Chris it’s too much, I can’t, Oh fuck, I’m cumming, fuck please let me cum. you moan out as you feel the knot in your stomach clench excruciatingly tight, begging to snap, and release all over his needy, tongue, currently lapping between your folds, slurping up all your slick. Your spent cunt, practically drowning in his saliva.

Chris doesn't let up as you cum, his tongue continuing to fuck your pussy as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. He sucks your clit into his mouth, prolonging your orgasm and drawing out every last drop of ecstasy. "That's my good girl,"

You feel your cunt clench around his greedy tongue, at the praise, desperately wanting to be good for him, but not knowing how much more your body can take.

Chris senses your exhaustion and finally pulls away, resting his head on your thigh as he catches his breath. "Fuck, you taste so good," he says hoarsely, his lips glistening with your juices. He looks up at you with a lazy smile, his eyes heavy with desire.

"I could eat this perfect pussy for hours," Chris murmurs, his fingers trailing teasingly along your inner thigh. "But right now, I need to be inside you." He rises up and positions himself between your legs, the thick head of his cock nudging insistently at your entrance.

You throw your arms around his back, anticipating the feeling of his thick cock, pulsating between your warm, slick covered walls.

Chris enters you slowly and gently, groaning at the feeling of your tight heat enveloping him. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as he sheaths himself fully inside you. "Oh god, you feel incredible," he rasps, holding still to allow you to adjust to his size.

Your back arches up into his chest at the stretch, no matter how many times you have sex, you always struggle to take his length. “You can move, fuck please move baby” you whine out, craving the feeling of his thick cock hitting that spot, deep inside you, that makes your legs feel like jelly, over and over again.

"Mmm, so impatient," Chris chuckles breathlessly against your skin. "Don't worry baby, I'll give this greedy little cunt exactly what it needs." He starts to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you.

Your breath almost gets caught in your throat, at the feeling of him roughly sliding in and out of your needy walls. As you begin to let out a string of curses and moans, not being able to hide the pleasure he’s giving you.

Chris grins against the sensitive skin of your neck, reveling in your reactions. He increases his pace, fucking you harder and deeper, his hips slapping against yours. "Fuck, that sound," he growls, "your wet cunt sucking me in."

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, please baby don’t ever stop” you moan out your nails ripping down his back.

"Never... I could spend a lifetime inside you and it still wouldn't be enough," Chris pants, his voice ragged with passion. He hooks his arms under your knees, pushing your legs back and increasing the intensity of his thrusts. "Look at me," he demands hoarsely.

You snap your eyes open to meet his gaze, barely being able to make him out through the tears of pleasure clouding your pleading eyes. “I can’t hold on much longer, I need to cum, fuck just wanna cum for you, please let me cum” you whimper out staring deep into his eyes pleadingly.

Chris's eyes darken with lust as he holds your gaze, his hips pistoning relentlessly. "Cum for me baby," he commands, his voice low and intense. "Soak my cock, scream my name. Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to."

“Oh fuck Chris, yes, oh my god you feel so fucking good, don’t stop, please don’t stop” you slur out through your pleasure, the knot in your stomach finally snapping, throwing your head back releasing all over his cock, buried deep into your walls.

"That's it, fucking take it," Chris grunts, slamming into you as your pussy convulses around his cock. He reaches between you and starts to rub your clit furiously, drawing out your orgasm and causing your body to shake beneath him. "You look so beautiful when you cum,"

As your walls flutter and quiver around him, Chris's rhythm becomes more erratic. "I'm gonna fill this tight pretty little pussy," he pants, his movements becoming shallower as he nears his peak. "Gonna pump you so full of my seed, make this belly swell full with me."

With a final thrust, Chris buries himself balls-deep inside you and lets out a guttural roar as he finds his release. You can feel the warmth of his seed filling you up, spurt after spurt, as his body jerks against yours. "Love you, love you so much,"

“Fuck I love you too baby, so fucking much” you mumble out through the pleasure of the slight overstimulation.

Chris collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily. He nuzzles into your neck, placing soft kisses on your damp skin. "You're mine," he murmurs possessively. "All mine." His hand slides down to rest protectively on your lower belly.

You softly reach your hand out, running your delicate fingers through his now damp brunette locks lovingly. Giving his forehead a light peck, pulling his head up to look into your eyes, offering him a smile, your eyes filled with pure, genuine adoration.

Chris returns your smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leans in for a slow, languid kiss, his touch gentle and loving. As he pulls back, he whispers, "I'm the luckiest man alive to have you love me like this."

You let out a soft giggle, brushing the stray hair out of his face. “ Your the lucky one? I get to be with the sweetest most loving man I know, and you think your the lucky one?” you playfully tease looking at him with a smile.

Chris blushes at your teasing, his heart swelling with affection for you. "Shut up, I’m the lucky one," he says, his voice soft and playful as he leans in to steal another kiss. As he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes with adoration.

Hiii I hope you liked it, this is my first time ever writing smut, so I hope it’s good 🫶

Feel free to send me requests, I’m currently working on making a masterlist for my work :)

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✮ REFLECTIONS

pairing: biker!matt sturniolo x good girl!fem!reader

synopsis: in which matt picks up his girlfriend for an evening drive but the sight of her in a tiny white skirt and his favourite shirt has mind reeling and his cock stiffening.

warnings: swearing, nsfw, helmet/mask kink, choking, fingering [ fem rec ], unprotected p in v, slapping, creampie, slight overstimulation, lowkey brat tamer!matt, big dick!matt, mean!matt.

when matt had pulled up into your driveway, the familiar rumble of his modified and muffled exhaust sent shivers down your spine. you fiddled with the edge of your tennis skirt as you waited at the door, despite knowing matt would scold you for wearing a skirt on his bike. you figured that you could make up for wearing a skirt, knowing it drives him insane, by being good for him.

but as you opened the door, matt’s tattoos on display bemeath the sleeve his white shirt, his biceps straining under the seam, all thoughts of being on your best behaviour left your mind. as he pulled his helmet off, you stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips, greeting him with an innocent smile.

“you look good sweetheart.” his hums, kissing his teeth as his left palm rests against your thighs right under the swell of your ass, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your skirt, brushing against your clothed hole, rubbing back and forth over the lace material. his right hand gripping tightly onto his helmet his arm wraps around your waist.

“thank you baby.” you grin, hooking your arms around his neck, your soft blue nails carding through the hair above the nape of his neck, watching as his eyes flutter shut slightly at the feeling of you playing with his hair.

“a little too good, y’gonna distract me.” he chuckles, his eyes boring into yours, the blues of them growing darker the longer he stares at you, his pupils sparkling and dilating, his lips quirking up into a lopsided smirk.

“oops.” you giggle, pressing a gentle kiss to your boyfriend’s lips, humming as he smiles against your lips, no matter what he was feeling in the moment of you kissing him, in any scenario, he could be angry or frustrated toward you, and he’d still smile like a kid in a candy story whenever you kissed him.

“you’re such a lil’ devil, ain’t ya baby?”

“nuh uh, you always say i’m your angel girl.” you pout mockingly, running your hand down his chest before smoothing it back up toward his bicep, lightly squeezing and digging your nails into the flesh.

“you are my angel girl but you’re such a devil when you’re teasing me like this. so mean t’me. but we need to get goin’ if you wanna get to the beach before sunset.”

matt was quick to hand you your helmet, the sleek black fibreglass material covered in stickers from every stop you guys made across the city and state, along with some from boston, matt watching intently to make sure you put yours on before, his hardened eyes softening around the edges as you smile up at him, your cheeks softly squished together, making his heart swell.

in matt’s eyes, you were the most precious thing in his entire world. he was torn between worshipping every inch of your body, and wrecking the hell out of you at every second. the tiny tank tops, the short skirts, the tight, perfectly fitting jeans all drove him crazy. but nothing topped the sight of you in his pink hershey’s shirt, or his pink zip up, paired with his boxers with the waistband rolled a few times and the way it made his heart melt.

but right now, the short white skirt, paired with his harley davidson cut-off with the front of the shirt tucked into the waistband of your skirt, paired with what he was sure what his favourite blue lacy floral thong that he’s had to replace three times, had his cock throbbing behind the confines of his boxers.

“fuck i’ll never get over the sight of you on my bike.” he groans, his head falling back as he watches you perch yourself on the back of his bike, your thighs flattening out, looking so soft and pliable. before climbing on, he was quick to readjust himself, slightly tucking his cock up beneath the waistband of his boxers, hoping to relieve the ache that the sight of you was causing.

after climbing on, he was quick to kick up his kickstand and rev his bike to life, speeding solely to feel your arms wind tightly around him, making him smirk to himself as he whips downs the nearly empty highway, your hands fisting the front of his shirt while your head rests against the space between his prominent shoulder blades.

halfway through the ride to the beach, the thoughts of you sprawled out on his bed beneath him began to override the need to lay out on the sandy beach and skinny dipping and he was quick to switch off into the merging lane heading to his house. you caught onto where he was heading, knowing he had something to else in mind, you were more than happy to just spend time with the love of your life.

you sit silently and patiently, despite knowing you could communicate with matt through the helmet intercom system you two share, but from his body language alone, paired with how he was acting before climbing on his bike, you knew better than to test him. but you couldn’t fight the downturning of your lips as you remove your helmet, watching as matt lifts his visor, his lip tucked beneath his perfect teeth, his eyes narrowing as he looks at you.

“i know you wanted to go to beach sweetheart, i know and i’m so sorry but the sight of you in that skirt has me so hard that i can’t think of anything but fucking you until the only thing you remember is my name. so i promise i will take you to the beach tomorrow but i need you painfully bad.” he hums, watching you squirm on the back of his bike, watching your nose twitch slightly, your eyes sparkling with mischievous intent.

“but i wanted to go now, it’s so nice out.” you whine, looking up at matt imploringly, the sight of you flashing your doe eyes at him has his cock twitching with desperate need.

“i know you did, but-,”

“you just want to get your dick wet.” you sneer, your voice thick with false malice as you squint your eyes at him. matt’s hand is quick to make light contact with your cheek before it wraps around your jaw forcing you to look at him.

“watch your mouth, y/n. don’t act like i didn’t notice the look on your face when i picked you up. i know what you’ve been doing this entire time. you better keep your tone in check or i might make ya hump my bike like a desperate bitch in heat before i even touch you.” matt spits, venom dripping from his tongue with ease as you smirk, your small hand wrapping around his wrist, bringing his hand in front of your mouth, pressing two of his fingers flat on your tongue before closing your mouth around the two digits. matt was quick to tug you off his bike, pulling you to him before looking around the garage, smirking at he spots the hood of the car.

matt’s movements are rough with determination as he pulls you over to the car, pushing you against the hood, moving to slot himself between your slick thighs, while flipping up the edge of your skirt, tugging down your thong down your legs, pocketing the thin lace and dragging his fingers through your arousal dripping from your sopping hole.

the feeling of his fingers brushing against the place you need him most was almost enough to distract you from the fact that matt hadn’t taken off his helmet yet. you open your mouth to speak and matt uses that moment as the perfect option to shove his fingers into you, watching your back arch off the hood of his car, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat as he curves them just the right way.

“yeah that’s it doll, get lost in the way i make you feel.” he rasps, thrusting his fingers in and out of your drooling cunt at a perfect mixed speed of slow enough to feel every ridge of his fingerprints and fast enough to have you cannon-balling into your orgasm.

“y-your helmet.” you whimper, a strained moan following your comment as he presses against that spongey spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

“m’gonna keep it on so you can see what a pretty mess i make of you.” he chuckles, flipping down his visor, knowing how much it’ll get to you being unable to watch his facial expressions as he fucks you.

“b-but-,” you protest, gasping as matt starts thumbing your clit, his soft grunt as you clench down on his fingers muffled behind his visor and padded helmet, his intention behind his actions growing more and more direct as your orgasm washes over you.

“what was that darlin’? cat got your tongue?” he teases, his voice strained and quiet as you lean into his touch.

you watch pleading eyes as he undoes his belt, ripping it out from the loops of his jeans before tossing it to the floor beside him, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, tugging them and his boxers and letting them down to his his ankles, making quick work of fisting his aching cock. he runs it along the length of your folds, missing your previous arousal and cum with the precum pearling at the angry red of his leaky and desperate cock.

he’s quick to find your tight entrance and sink into you entirely, relishing in the way it feels to bottom out inside of you, making your gummy walls clench down on him, nearly forming to the shape of his cock as you suck him in deeper, the stretch of his sheer size almost too intense to handle, but the pleasure of the burn far more addicting, and it feels too good to push him away. you knew matt had a thick cock, but every time he fucks you, you’re blown away. you’re quick to squeal as he fucks into you, the pleasure of your first orgasm heightening the feeling of every throbbing vein against every ridge of your hole, the lip of the head of his cock catching on that certain spot inside of you.

“fuck doll, y’feel so fucking good, clenchin’ down on me so tight.”

your whine in response, your brain turning off and to mush with each stroke that he pulls out and pushes into you, further driving the primal need to fuck you dumb on the hood of his car. his heart pounds behind his ribcage, the thrill of being buried to the hilt deep in your cunt is the only drug he could live on for the rest of his life. his hand meets your throat, the pad of his thumb resting against your pulse point, feeling that your heart is in the same state as yours. his grip on your throat tightens, causing your eyes to snap open as you moan loudly, your eyes being met with the reflection of you falling apart beneath him, the sight being the second thing pushing you closer and closer to the edge of your second orgasm.

“i feel y’tryna t’milk me for all i’m worth, sweetheart, c’mon, let yourself go dumb on my cock.” matt orders, giving you the final push you need to release all over him, your cum forming a thin, sticky ring around the base of his length as he fucks into you, his own orgasm shooting into you with strong force and a loud grunt as he delivers a few harsh thrusts, the head of his cock kissing your cervix as he fucks his load into you, not wanting any of it going to waste. your whine is music to his ears, despite them being deeply muffled, as he pulls out, watching the mix of your arousals slowly leak out, before pushing it back in with two his of his fingers, making sure it all stays inside your pulsating cunt.

“that’s a good girl, take it all f’me. take everything i give you without complaining.” he hums, quickly ripping off his helmet, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, before pulling away to grab a new, clean cloth from the bucket of cloths he uses to wipe down his motorcycle.

“ya did so good f’me angel. i promise i’ll take you to the beach tomorrow.” he praises, watching the soft, but worn out smile tug at your lips before you nod lightly, the exertion already catching up to your body as exhaustion consumes you.

STARS CORNER this took like three hours to write, i hope y’all like it.

© 55STURN 2024 ! REBLOGS OF MY WORK ARE NOT EXPECTED BUT GREATLY APPRECIATED !

[apclyptc]

TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN— matt and chris sturniolo x reader

synopsis— you and your friends decide to play a dirty drinking game. but with matt on your left, and chris on your right, how will you ever be able to decide who you want more?

warnings— suggestive themes, drinking, brief suggestive moment with waylon felipe (that man is FIIIIINE) use of a dirty scenario card game, ysb tril and brandon (gwhip) are in this but there’s not really anything suggestive with them (even tho they’re FIIIINE and underrated as fuck), basically the most ooc dumb shit ever, just use your utmost imagination pls lmao

foreword— i got this idea from a card game i own. it’s called kinkies get legless if anyone would like to know. voila!

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why, on god’s green earth, did you agree to this? you knew exactly what you signed up for when nate had organised a party— nothing big, just all your close friends— and revealed a card game for everyone to play.

“if anyone wants to back out now, this is your only chance.” nate chuckled when nick and madi both stepped back. he’d already explained the card game to everyone:

complete the dare written on the card, or skip the dare and take a shot. straightforward, until he gave an example of said cards.

“choose which person in the group you’re most likely to have a wet dream over.”

you laughed, but deep down you knew this was not going to end well.

after all, you were sat between matt and chris. you were close friends with the triplet brothers, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t harbour a crush for the two you were currently sandwiched in between. you’d already admitted these feelings to madi, who gave you the sound advice to choose one.

but it wasn’t that easy, was it? they were both so… great, and yet so different at the same time.

maybe you could use this opportunity to decide.

as it stood, matt was on your left, chris on your right, and waylon, another good friend of yours, directly opposite you.

nate, being the host and also the orchestrator of this hellish game, pulled a card first, and read out loud.

“give the player of the person on your left a lap dance? hell yeah!” nate exclaimed, standing from his seat and giving trilly the most dramatic lap dance of his life. everyone laughed at this, knowing nate would most likely do all of his dares.

before you knew it, it was coming up to your turn. but first, chris had to pull a card.

you prayed to every god you knew that he didn’t pull a card that involved you.

“oh my god, this game is crazy.” chris laughed, before reading out his card, “act out the doggy style position with the person to your left.”

you could die of embarrassment. this was truly a terrible, no good, awful idea. why did you agree to this?

the room was filled with ooh’s and aah’s, waiting to see if chris would take a shot instead of doing the dare. he glanced over at you, as if to say you could choose.

you shrugged nonchalantly, despite the fact you were screaming inside.

“come on, let’s get this over with.” he motioned you over with his hand, and you hesitantly stood.

you felt chris behind you, his hands moving to your waist as he pushed his hips up to yours, though he didn’t move.

immediately you laughed, and everyone else followed.

“this is literally the dumbest thing you’ve ever suggested, nate.” you shouted through everyone’s laughter.

“agreed.” chris sat back down, but not before placing a pillow over his lap.

“but it’s so funny!” nate replied.

it may have been funny, but that didn’t stop you from thinking about chris’ hips pressed up to your ass. you almost wished he moved.

regardless, it was your turn to pull a card.

“choose three… okay, what the fuck.” you covered your mouth, giggling.

“let me see,” matt leaned over to read the card and pulled a face, “choose three players you’d make a sex tape with.”

how could you even begin to answer that? why did you agree to this?

you weren’t going to skip the card, you didn’t want to be the first to do it. so you’d have to answer. and lie.

“i guess if i had to pick, i’d say tril, waylon aaaaaand… this is hard actually…. brandon.” you spoke.

the three boys dapped each other up, which made you chuckle.

“don’t get too excited, it’s never gonna happen.” you teased.

“i guess it’s my turn,” matt piped up, grabbing a card from the deck.

“oh this one’s easy, it says confess the least sexy thing someone has said to you. one time a girl asked me if she could call me nick while we were, you know…” he clicked his mouth and whistled.

“wait, what the fuck?” nick perked up from the other side of the room.

chris cackled loudly, “shit, i remember that. you told me not to tell him.”

“well, did you let her do it?” tril asked jokingly.

“that’s fucking gross! i swear to god matt you better have said no.” nick yelled, which only made chris laugh more.

“obviously i said no, you moron.”

by now, the deck of cards had gone around the room a couple of times.

waylon pulled the card, let the person opposite you sit on your face which you accepted gracefully after successfully sneaking yourself a couple of shots.

at some point you pulled the choose the players you’d most likely have a threesome with card which you chose matt and chris immediately took a shot.

nate had rank the asses of the players from best to worst, and while chris was number one, you were satisfied with your ranking at third— he placed himself second.

already it was back to chris.

“i actually don’t think i can do this one.” chris covered his eyes.

“what does it say?” you asked. you wished you didn’t.

he turned the card over to you. it read, whisper the dirtiest thing you’d do to the player on your left.

“chris, don’t be a pussy, you already skipped the last one.” nate raised his eyebrows.

“dude, i don’t care how close we are, i’m not passing you an ice cube from my mouth.” chris spoke incredulously, which made everyone chuckle, though you were too busy wondering what chris would even say to you.

“new rule, if you skipped your last card you can’t skip the next one.” nate shouted, to which chris flipped him off.

“you good with this?” chris turned to you.

“sure. it’s just a game right?” you pretended to be unfazed.

chris leaned into your ear, as everyone watched.

“if we were alone right now, i’d fill you up so deep that you’d forget how to talk.”

oh.

“what did he say– oh my god, y/n’s face has gone red!”

oh.

“damn chris, you’re looking kinda red too.”

oh.

“okay move on, please.” chris laughed it off.

but you wanted to do anything but move on, partly because you were sweating— is it hot in here?— and partly because it was your turn again.

let the person to your left give you a love bite.

you weren’t sure you could handle this game anymore. you were barely over the words chris had whispered to you, and now you were supposed to let matt give you a hickey?

and to make things worse, because of the new rule (thanks a lot, nate) you couldn’t skip your turn.

“this game is getting intense, i can’t lie.” waylon mumbled to brandon, who agreed with him excitedly.

“sorry matt, i can’t skip.” you said awkwardly.

matt quickly downed a shot, before replying, “don’t worry about it.” and moved his lips to your collarbone.

he made quick work of sucking on your skin while embarrassment waved over you.

there were a million thoughts running through your head at once but the one that stood out most was how good it felt to have matt leaving a trace of his lips on your body. you were acutely aware of the slight pain mixed with the considerable amount of pleasure that came with his bite.

after what seemed like way too long, he soothed your collarbone with a lick and parted ways with it.

“i didn’t know matt had that dog in him.” tril joked.

briefly, everyone had split into their own conversations, leaving you to your own chaotic thoughts.

but matt placed a hand on your thigh.

“you okay?” he asked you, and of course you were not.

“mhm. just didn’t think this game would be so insane.”

matt smirked ever so slightly.

“me neither. are you having fun, at least?”

“yeah, it’s pretty entertaining. are you?” you responded honestly.

matt’s thumb softly caressed your thigh while the rest of his hand squeezed lightly.

“definitely.”

how could you be expected to choose?

yet another around had gone by and it was regrettably your turn to pick a card.

you slowly picked up the card on top of the deck and read the words.

“what does it say?” matt and chris spoke in unison.

you cleared your throat, looking between the two boys on either side, then at everyone else eagerly waiting.

“go into another room with the player of your choice for ten minutes.” you sighed.

“i was hoping someone would get that card. who are you picking, y/n?” nate asked you.

you should skip this round. you should definitely skip this round. but something was telling you that this was your opportunity to finally choose which brother you wanted, just like madi told you.

the choice was too difficult.

but if you were honest, you knew who you really wanted.

so, you went with your gut.

“i pick…”

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a/n this feels so ASS but i love this idea so much so idc. the part two’s for matt and chris will be linked below once they’re written. hope u enjoyed!

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　　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Matt uses his loss on the egg challenge as an excuse to reveal Y/N's pregnancy to his brothers.

WARNING: Pregnancy, crying.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

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

A/N²: I've decided to post it today since it's Father's Day on Brazil! Unfortunately, I had to write it in a rush, so I'm sorry if it's not that good ;(

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Matt, Nick, and Chris had spent the morning engaged in their latest YouTube challenge; a seemingly simple task of caring for an egg as if it were their own child. What had started as a lighthearted competition quickly turned into something more meaningful, though none of them knew it yet.

Nick leaned back in his chair, his arms folded behind his head, exuding confidence as he glanced at the table. His egg sat intact in front of him, a proud reminder of his victory. He smirked at Matt, who sat across from him, his egg conspicuously absent, the pieces of it having already been swept into the trash.

"Well, Matt, it looks like you lost." Nick teased, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. His grin widened, knowing exactly how to get under his brother's skin.

Chris, sitting at the other end of the table, tried to suppress his laughter but failed, the sound escaping as a snort. He leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Seriously, dude, how did you even have the courage to throw your egg after knowing that it was already cracked?"

But instead of a witty comeback or a defensive retort, Matt remained silent. His usually quick tongue was stilled, and his shoulders slumped slightly as he stared at the table in front of him. His brothers’ laughter echoed around the kitchen, but Matt seemed miles away.

From her spot by the kitchen counter, Y/N observed the scene unfold, her smile soft and her eyes filled with affection as she watched the brothers banter. She had always loved these moments, the way they could turn the simplest tasks into something fun and full of life. But today, something was different. Matt wasn’t joining in the laughter, and the silence coming from him made her heart tighten with concern.

Matt’s eyes met Y/N’s across the room, and for a brief moment, everything else faded away. Her smile faltered, replaced by a look of curiosity and worry as she noticed the unspoken emotion in his gaze. It wasn’t defeat or frustration over the challenge; it was something deeper, something that made her heart skip a beat. What was he thinking? What was he hiding?

Nick’s voice cut through the tension, snapping Matt out of his thoughts.

"Come on, Matt, admit it. You’re just not cut out for fatherhood." Nick joked, his tone light but teasing.

Chris chimed in, leaning back in his chair with a playful grin.

"Yeah, maybe it’s a good thing you’re not a dad yet."

The words, meant in jest, struck Matt like a physical blow. He inhaled sharply, his gaze flickering to Y/N once more, and this time, her eyes widened in realization. Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach, a small, unconscious gesture that Matt had seen her do countless times since they discovered the news. It was a habit she had developed; whenever she felt nervous, excited, or overwhelmed, her hand would rest there, a protective touch that spoke of the new life growing inside her.

Matt took a deep breath, turning his gaze back to his brothers.

"My egg 'broke,' so technically, I lost-" Matt began, his voice quiet, almost detached as he tried to find the right words.

Nick interrupted him, raising an eyebrow in confusion as he imitated Matt’s air quotes.

"'Broke'? Motherfucker, it broke." His voice was full of bewilderment, unsure of why Matt was choosing to word it that way.

But Matt wasn’t paying attention to Nick’s teasing anymore. He pushed back his chair and stood up, the scraping of the legs against the floor breaking the comfortable rhythm of the morning. All eyes were on him as he walked over to the counter, where Y/N stood, her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him. He leaned against the counter, positioning himself next to her, his hand brushing against hers in a silent exchange of comfort and support.

Nick and Chris exchanged puzzled glances, the playful atmosphere from moments ago now replaced with a sense of anticipation. Matt was rarely this serious, especially during their videos, and the change in his demeanor left them both on edge.

"What’s going on, Matt?" Chris asked, his voice steady but laced with curiosity, his arms crossing over his chest as he studied his brother.

Matt took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He and Y/N had talked about how to break the news to Nick and Chris for days. They had planned it out, imagined different scenarios, and rehearsed how it might go. But now, standing here in the kitchen with the camera still rolling, Matt realized that all those plans didn’t matter. There was no perfect way to tell them; there was only the truth.

"I didn’t lose." Matt said, his voice stronger now, filled with emotion that he could no longer hide. He took a step closer to Y/N, his hand finding hers and squeezing it gently. His eyes never left his brothers as he spoke. "My baby is safe and sound... right in the oven."

The words hung in the air for a moment, the meaning not immediately sinking in for Nick and Chris. They blinked, their expressions mirroring each other’s confusion as they tried to make sense of what Matt had just said.

"The oven?" Nick repeated, glancing around the kitchen. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Chris frowned, his gaze following Nick’s to the actual oven, which was clearly off.

"Matt, what are you-"

But before Chris could finish, Matt shook his head and smiled softly, a smile that held all the love and anticipation he had been carrying for weeks. He gently guided Y/N’s hand to her stomach, the gesture so tender and full of meaning that it spoke louder than any words ever could.

"The oven," Matt repeated, his voice a whisper now, thick with emotion. "Right here."

It was as if time stopped. Nick and Chris froze, their eyes widening in sync as the realization finally hit them. The weight of Matt’s words, the significance of the gesture; it all came crashing down on them at once.

"Wait... are you saying...?" Nick’s voice trailed off, the disbelief evident in every syllable.

Y/N looked up at Matt, her eyes shining with tears that she had been holding back for days. She nodded, her voice trembling with joy and nerves as she finally let the words out, the truth she had been dying to share.

"We’re pregnant." She whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. "I’m pregnant."

For a heartbeat, the kitchen was silent. The camera continued to record, capturing every second of the moment that would change their lives forever.

And then, all at once, the emotions erupted.

Chris was the first to react. His eyes filled with tears that spilled over the rims, his face a mix of shock, joy, and overwhelming love. He stood up so abruptly that his chair almost fell, forgotten as he crossed the room in two long strides. Without a word, he pulled Matt and Y/N into a tight embrace, his arms encircling them both as he buried his face in Matt’s shoulder, his body trembling with sobs.

"Oh my God." Chris whispered, his voice cracking with the force of his emotions. "I can’t believe it. You’re going to be a dad, Matt. And Y/N... you’re going to be a mom."

Y/N found herself laughing through her own tears, the sound mixing with her soft sobs as she wrapped her arms around Chris, resting her head against his. She could feel Matt’s warm hand on her back, holding her close, grounding her in the moment.

"We were going to tell you guys differently, but..." Y/N’s voice faltered, the words catching in her throat as she tried to speak. Her lip quivered as she bit down on it, trying to hold back the fresh wave of tears that threatened to spill over.

Nick, who had been frozen in shock, finally seemed to snap out of it. He looked at Matt, then at Y/N, and back to Matt again, as if needing to confirm that this was real. His eyes were wide, his jaw slack, but then, slowly, a wide, joyous grin spread across his face.

"Holy shit!" Nick exclaimed, his voice full of excitement as he jumped up from his chair, his movements so sudden that it clattered to the floor. He didn’t care. All he could focus on was the fact that his brother was going to be a father. That they were going to be uncles.

Nick rushed over to join the group hug, wrapping his arms around the three of them and squeezing as hard as he could, his voice cracking with the intensity of his emotions.

"This is insane! I can’t believe we’re going to be uncles. Oh my God, Chris, we’re going to be uncles!"

Chris pulled back just enough to look at Nick, their faces mirroring the same shock and joy.

"Yes, you are." Y/N whispered, her voice filled with warmth and love. "You and Chris are going to be the best uncles in the world."

Matt couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. He let them fall freely as he wrapped his arms around his brothers, holding them tight, feeling a surge of love and gratitude that left him breathless. This wasn’t the way they had planned it, but it felt right. It felt perfect. He could feel Chris’s shoulders shaking as he cried, and when he finally pulled back to look at his brothers, he saw the same tears in Nick’s eyes.

Chris wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, a huge, teary grin spreading across his face.

"You sneaky bastards." He said, his voice still thick with his crying. "You kept this from us!"

"We wanted to surprise you." Matt said, finally finding her voice again, though it was still shaky with laughter and tears. "But I just couldn’t wait."

Nick looked at him, his grin turning mischievous.

"So, technically, you didn’t lose the challenge, huh?"

Matt chuckled, shrugging as he looked at the Y/N glued to his side.

"Nope, I didn’t lose. I think I actually won something even better."

Chris wiped at his eyes again, sniffling as he looked at Y/N, his expression soft and full of love.

"You two are going to be amazing parents. This little one is so lucky to have you."

Y/N reached out and took Chris’s hand, squeezing it tightly as she smiled through her tears.

"Thank you, Chris. That means the world to us."

Nick clapped his hands together, the grin never leaving his face.

"Well, I guess this calls for a celebration, huh? Let’s order some food and make this the best day ever."

They all agreed, the room filling with the sound of their joy, and as they gathered around the kitchen table, Matt couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.

He looked at Y/N, who was beaming at him, her eyes still sparkling with tears, and ge couldn’t help but think that this was the best video they’d ever made; not because of the challenge, but because it captured a moment that would change their lives forever.

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Extra - comments

"this has to be the best twist ever 😭😭 I was NOT expecting Matt to drop that bombshell at ALLLL"

"omg, they're going to be such amazing parents 🥺"

"chris’s reaction had me in TEARS!!! the way he just broke down crying when he realized he’s going to be an uncle… this is why I love them so much, they're so genuine 😞"

"nick’s face when he finally understood what matt meant by ‘the oven’ LMAOOO"

"FUCK NO, I was laughing so hard during the egg challenge, and then I ended up crying when matt revealed Y/N is pregnant 🤧"

"matt is going to be the greatest dad out there, I just know it 🙏🏻"

"who cares about a fucking broken egg when you’ve got a real baby on the way 😩"

"when matt said the baby was in the oven, I thought he was joking about the egg, I did NOT see that coming 🤡"

"please guys, let me in the group hug 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻"

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[sweetshuga]

The Drive Back ✰ MS

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bf!matt! When your boyfriend looked a little too good one evening; You just had to give him a little something while he drove you two back to your place.

"Baby are you sure you’re okay?" Matt asked as he glanced at you briefly before looking back at the road ahead. "Mhm..." a hum as a response, almost like you were lost in thought as you looked at your boyfriend, whom looked too good tonight. Clad in a black tee and loose grey trousers combo. His hair, his facial hair, his earrings and chain glinting in the streetlights above whenever he drove by one, his tats showing, the veins on his arms to boot, everything about him just looked all too good to resist.

"Mhm," he mirrored your hum, skeptically, "you look like you’re lost in your own little world, what’s up pretty?" Your eyes snapped up to meet his briefly before he looked back at the road. "No, nothing’s up, I guess I’m just a bit sleepy." You lied and looked at the road ahead, reluctantly breaking your gaze from the delicious sight beside you. Matt sighed quietly, knowing something’s up, but also knowing that he couldn’t force it out of you if you didn’t want to talk about it.

A long 5 minutes passed by like hours, you just couldn’t handle it anymore, you couldn’t look at him without feeling like you were soaking through your panties and jeans. Turning your face back to the side where your boyfriend drove, looking like a 5 course meal without even trying, you bit the side of your bottom lip slightly, nervously looking at his profile, tentatively reaching out to lay your palm on his lap.

Matt’s breath hitched as he felt your fingers absentmindedly play with the drawstrings on his pants. "You..." He breathed out, "shouldn’t, I mean... not now, m’driving," he stated the obvious, his voice was slightly more strained, more husky, the growing arousal evident.

Matt’s breathing grew shallower as your fingers trailed the waistband of his pants. "Don’t worry about it," a small shaky laugh escaped his lips, "don’t worry about it." He murmured, echoing your words, disbelief evident in his tone. "How do you expect me not to worry about it when you’re-" A low groan replaced his words as you slowly pulled down his pants along with his briefs, revealing his hefty length, already standing at attention.

"Just feel, ’nd drive baby," you cooed, your fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft, "you just look too good tonight... I have to give you a little somethin’, " you chuckled at your own words before wrapping your lips around his swollen needy tip, already leaking, just for you.

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wc. 422

note. English is not my first language—if you didn't catch on with my poor vocabulary and writing skills.

Isa's notes. This one's too long to be a simple blurb, but too short to be a complete fanfic. One shot I guess? Never mind, a blurb it is.

© sweetshuga

[ericshoney]

Driskill Hotel ~ Sturniolo Triplets, Sam and Colby

Summary: You tag along with your friends, Sam, Colby, Nick, Matt and Chris to the Driskill hotel, only to be a target for the night.

Warnings: swearing, spirits, ghosts, attachments, targeting, scratching, touching, headaches, platonic friendship, platonic nicknames

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"What's up guys! Today we are at the Driskill hotel." Sam shouted at the camera.

"We have some special guests you've been asking us to collab with for a while now. The Sturniolo triplets!" Colby cheered as the camera panned round to the identical trio.

"But they aren't our only guests, we have one of our regulars, Y/n!" Sam added as the camera turned to you.

You waved as Sam and Colby talked about the hotel. You had been on their channel before and were close friends with the triplets, so when the five males said they were doing a collab together, you had to join.

"We know what Y/n thinks of the paranormal, but what about you guys?" Colby asked the three.

As the guys talked, you looked around, feeling as if you were being watched, but there wasn't anyone. You went to turn back to the guys, when you saw a shadow go past towards the vault.

"Kid, you okay?" Chris called, seeing your distant focus.

"Not to startle anyone, I swear I just saw a shadow go past." You answered.

"No fucking way, already!" Nick exclaimed, making you laugh.

"Yeah, towards the vault." You said.

"You've always seen things early on in investigations." Colby stated.

"Either they like to show themselves, or I have terrible eyesight." You joked.

The six of you then started to explore, listening to the guides tell you about the spirits of the hotel, the history and some encounters they've had. You didn't see anything else for the time you were with the guides, only hearing a few noises, which the others heard too.

When it was time for you to explore without the guides, things started to get weird. You were standing next to Nick as you stood at the stairs where Samantha fell. Sam was asking some questions, when you felt a tug on your t-shirt.

"Nick, fuck off." You mumbled, thinking it was the eldest triplet teasing you.

"I didn't do anything." He responded.

You looked down but didn't see anything. Matt and Chris were further away from you, as well as Colby.

"What's wrong?" Matt asked, seeing your confused expression.

"Something tugged me, I thought it was Nick." You answered.

"Yeah cause I always get the fucking blame." He grumbled, making the others laugh.

"Maybe it's Samantha." Colby suggested.

Just then, one of the flashlights went on, making you all gasp.

"Samantha, if that's you can you touch this flashlight." Sam said, pointing to the light.

It then turned on again, making the guys react. You fell quiet as Matt asked the next question.

"Samantha, was it you who tugged Y/n's t-shirt?" He asked.

The flashlight turned on again, indicating a yes. You smiled a bit, feeling mixed emotions.

"Hi Samantha, I know this might seem scary, but we don't want to upset you. Did you like the sweets we left?" You asked softly. The light turned on again quickly.

"Maybe she's overwhelmed with everything. You have to remember the time period she was from." Colby suggested, just as the light turned on once again.

After a bit, you all decided to explore the area where Carlota was suspected to be. The moment you walked in, it was like someone took all your breath away.

"Fuck." You mumbled, holding your head as you stumbled slightly. Matt who was behind you, quickly grabbed you, holding you up.

"Hey, you okay, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Just went really dizzy." You answered.

"What the fuck!" Chris then exclaimed, making you flinch slightly as he was right behind you.

"What!" Sam exclaimed.

"Where the fuck did you get these scratches?" He called.

Upon hearing this, Sam, Colby and Nick rushed over to you as Chris gently touched the back of your neck. You winced slightly as the boys saw three long scratches down the back of your neck.

"I don't know." You answered, as they inspected the injury.

You all then heard a loud knock in the corner of the room.

"Carlota, is that you?" Colby called.

Another loud knock was heard, making you gasp. Matt kept an arm around you to keep you steady as the others set up the EMF rope. You watched but then started getting sharp pains in your head, causing you to fall to the floor.

"Shit!" Matt grumbled.

"Hey, Y/n, look at me." Matt called.

"Guys, help!" He called for the others.

The other rushed over, Sam leaving the camera to face the opposite wall, the five males surround you to try and support as you kept your eyes tightly shut, groaning in pain.

"Hey Y/n talk to us, what hurts?" Colby called, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Fuck....my....head." You groaned.

"It's gotta be Carlota, maybe she feels threatened?" Sam suggested.

"Carlota if your targeting Y/n, back the fuck up from our girl!" Nick exclaimed.

"No time for jokes, Nick!" Chris scolded.

"I'm not, you dumb fuck." Nick muttered.

"Carlota we order you to leave Y/n alone, you shall not touch her, call out to her or follow her!" Matt shouted.

Suddenly, you fell back. Colby who was behind you, caught you and helped you sit down. Sam rushed to grab you some water to drink as the triplets sat next to you.

"Hey, you feeling okay?" Nick called, as you drank some water.

"Yeah, sorry that was weird." You said.

"Don't be sorry, kid, it's not like you asked for it." Chris responded.

"You want to take a break?" Colby offered.

"If that's okay." You replied.

"Of course and if you don't want to come back in this room, you don't have too." Sam replied.

You nodded as Matt helped you up to your feet. The five of you left the room to take a break, hoping the rest of the night would be calmer.

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[samandcolbyownme]

Just thinking about sitting outside on your porch with Matt, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you watch him hand out Halloween candy to each kid that comes running up with their bags and buckets with so much excitement.

No warnings at all, just pure a fluffy snippet/blurb

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“Trick or treat!”

“Whoaa! Nice costume buddy!” Matt smiles, reaching out to drop the candy into his bag, “Here you go! Happy Halloween!”

You smirk, smiling at the little girl that comes running up to you, “Trick or treat!”

“Look at you! You look beautiful!” You smile, letting her pick out a piece of candy, “Happy Halloween!”

You glance over at Matt who is sitting there looking at you. You smile shyly, “What?” He shakes his head, “Nothing, just.. thinking..”

He turns his attention to the group of children running up giggling, “And who do we have here? A firefighter, a power ranger and someone who has the same costume as me!”

“You’re a cowboy, too!?” The child asks, “Where is your hat?”

“My hat? Oh, yep. I forgot I took it off.” Matt looks around, grabbing his cowboy had from beside him, “Here we go, how about that?”

The child smiles and nods, “I like it!”

Matt smiles big and drops some candy into their bags and buckets, “Have fun tonight, kids!”

“So..” you rest your chin in your hand, your elbow on the armrest of the chair, “You were.. thinking.. about?”

He sighs, “what it’ll feel like to take our own kids trick or treating someday. what they’ll want to be.” He shrugs, shaking his head with a slight laugh, “It’s dumb.”

“It’s not stupid, Matt.” You stand up, moving your chair closer to him, “In fact, I think it’s really sweet that you’re thinking about a future with me.”

He looks over at you, giving you a smile and he sighs, his tone going into country mode, “Aw shucks, darlin’ why don’you, bring those lips over here t’mine.”

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Thanks for reading. I love you so much. Catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[chrissturnsfav]

𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 | 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰

you're at your boyfriend matt's house, trying to study for your finals tomorrow. however, matt has other plans—having not seen you in 5 days—and you can't help but let him distract you.

ᰔᩚ requested from @anonymous: just softdom!matt eating you out 🙁 (im extremely lonely)

ᰔᩚ smut, oral (fem receiving), soft!dom matt, bf!matt, use of pet names (baby, pretty girl), fluff

ᰔᩚ w.c. 1,559

you had studied an immense amount for the past 2 weeks. you studied in between all of your classes, studied in the morning before you left for classes, studied while eating—anything you were doing you were studying as you did it.

you finally were at matt's house—after not seeing him in about 5 days, but of course you had to study as you were with him—no matter how much you missed him and his touch.

you are currently sat in matt's bed. your legs are clutched up to your chest, your psychology notebook sitting in your lap. you intently read over the notes over and over and over again. matt is laid lazily next to you, one of your hands are intertwined with his as he rubs small circles on your palm with his thumb.

matt had been feening and yearning for you for every second of those past 5 days, and now he was growing impatient. it had only been about a half hour since your arrival, but he hadn't had a taste of you for what felt like forever. his eyes were on the tv screen, but he wasn't paying attention to gravity falls—all he could think about was wanting to give you a break.

so, he turns his head to you, watching your eyes scanning over the notes in your filled up notebook and he sighs. you didn't even realize the deep breath leaving his mouth because of how focused you were.

"baby..." matt groans, his head laying against the headrest.

his voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you move your gaze to meet his eyes. you look at him with a small smile, "yeah?"

"can't you just take a break for a little bit? i haven't seen you in so long..." matt says softly, a slight hint of lust in his eyes which you notice.

you bite the inside of your cheek. finals made you nervous every single year of college, and every year you would study for them like there was no tomorrow. it was bringing an immense feeling of exhaustion and stress on you, but you didn't care. all you cared about was making a good future for yourself.

you sigh, opening your mouth to respond to him, "i need to do good matt, especially in psychology...i need to have a good future. i'm doing this for the good of myself, but as soon as finals are over i'm all yours," you speak gently, reassuring matt, but it isn't enough.

matt frowns, groaning again slightly, "you've been doing this for the past 2 weeks baby, c'mon let me give you a break," he says, moving his hand that was intertwined with yours onto your knee.

you dart your eyes from his face to his hand on your knee, thinking about it. "i dunno matt..." you say reluctantly. "this is really important to me, y'know?" you say, looking back into his eyes with a soft expression.

matt nods understandingly, "i know. but you've had enough. at least for right now," he says, a smirk slowly growing on his lips and you think again, unsure of what to do.

of course, you miss him, but the voice in your head keeps yelling at you to push him away and keep studying—that this is all that matters right now, and once finals are over, you both can have all the fun you want.

you don't have enough time to respond, because he's slowly moving his body to hover over you, staring down at you and your doe eyes look back into his with slight unsureness.

matt moves a piece of hair falling over your face to the side before leaning next to your ear. "c'mon, take a break, lemme make you feel good," he whispers sensually, making you feel weak.

the voice in your head is now screaming at you to push him off, to keep studying—you need to ace this exam tomorrow.

but you ignore it.

matt's hands trail down to the waistband of your sweatpants, kneeling in between your legs as he tugs on the drawstring. his eyes move to look at yours with a smirk, to which you return slightly.

you sigh and move the notebook in your lap to the side, opening your legs slightly wider.

matt looks at you with a hint of shock in his expression, "oh, is mrs. straight a-student giving in to me? shocker," he chuckles out and you roll your eyes jokingly.

you watch him undo the tie you have the drawstring of your sweatpants in, sliding them off of your hips slowly.

he moves his head to fit between your legs, gripping your thighs gently as he begins to pepper small kisses on them. your eyes flutter closed, body tense with anticipation.

matt senses the tenseness in your frame and he smiles against your skin, looking at you. "relax, baby, gonna give you a real good break," he speaks gently as he draws small circles on your inner thigh.

you nod at his words, relaxing your body beneath him to which he chuckles at, his lips moving closer to your inner thigh. "that's my girl," he mutters.

matt begins to slowly slide your panties off of you, tossing them to the other side of the bed. he looks down at your glistening core, smirking at the sight as he pushes your knees wider gently.

"aw, that's cute," he jokes, looking at you and you giggle warmly. he licks his lips before moving his head back in between your thighs. he places a hand on your thigh wrapping your leg around his back and the other one sits on your knee.

your heart thumps with desire and anticipation excitedly. you watch matt lick a stripe through your warm folds and your body shivers at his actions. he smirks against your heat before speaking, "relaax baby, gonna make you feel real good, alright?" he says, looking up at you knowingly.

you nod, humming in response and relaxing your body against his bed. he moves his hand from your knee onto your bundle of nerves, his thumb rubbing circles gently, but quickly.

you let out a deep, soft moan, already beginning to fall apart and you only gasp louder when his tongue works against your wet pussy.

"mmm," matt hums into you, rubbing his thumb faster, "'s so good...always so good," he mutters before his tongue continues its actions.

you whine softly, head falling back against his pillow, but matt tuts and he moves his mouth off of you to look at you, "gotta look at me while i make you feel good, pretty girl."

you fix your gaze quickly, locking your eyes with his to which he smiles and nods, "good girl," he says softly before moving his lips back to your core. you moan softly as his actions quicken, his gaze never leaving your twisted face.

your hands move to tangle into his hair, eyes rolling back slightly at the pleasure. you moan deeply when matt suddenly inserts two fingers into your pussy, removing his thumb from your clit to replace it with his tongue.

his tongue swirls quick circles on your clit, fingers pumping in and out at a fast pace. he stares up at you in lust, watching your eyes roll back, your mouth falling open as the occasional moan leaves your lips.

"s-shit...matt...d-don't stop," you moan softly, hands pulling at his hair and he groans against you which sends vibration throughout your body and you whimper.

matt's tongue on your clit moves even quicker, fingers flicking inside of you hitting your g-spot and you moan deeply. "feel good, baby?" he asks against you sensually.

you nod eagerly, feeling a knot in your stomach begin to form which reminds you that you're going to cum soon. "y-yeah...fuck...o-oh, g-gonna cum!" you moan softly, loudly and matt smirks, his actions becoming impossibly faster.

"cum in my mouth, baby, can't wait to taste you..." he mumbles, anticipating your release.

your mouth falls fully open, vision blurry as you cum all over matt's lips, moaning loudly, "o-oh my god! y-yes...matt," you moan loudly, filling his room.

matt moans slightly at the taste of you, your cum filling his mouth. he watches as some of you drips onto his sheets, licking up every drop. he removes his fingers from inside of you, pulling his face up. he licks his lips, looking up at you with a smirk as he swallows.

he brings his two fingers covered in your cum up to your lips, his face inches away from yours as he hovers over you. "mmm, taste yourself, baby...taste so pretty."

you open your mouth slowly, eyes never leaving matt's and he gently puts his fingers in your mouth. you suck your remnants off his fingers, whining against them at the taste and he chuckles, "so sweet," he whispers.

matt connects your lips in a soft, gentle, loving kiss and you smile against his lips, kissing back passionately.

he pulls away and smiles at you warmly, kissing your cheek before crawling off you. he tosses your panties, sweatpants and notebook back to you before sitting back next to you.

"back to work, baby, gotta ace that final tomorrow, right?" he teases, smirking at you, watching as you're still trying to catch your breath.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i hope my matt girls loved this one! i'm actually really pleased with it hehe.

thank you for reading!! <3

@chrissturnsfav ™